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one more:


Hasumi walked into your office, awkwardly cradling her chest with both arms. Your sight immediately caught two engorged breasts, noticing a drastic change on her figure. Her shirt was too small as it scrunched at the top! "S-Sensei, they're growing bigger again..." she meekly muttered with a shaky, fearful voice. Hasumi, dying with embarrassment, stared off to the side while failing to modestly cover her heaving tits.

The poor girl had a growing problem. Literally and figuratively. Neither of you could do anything to stop the inevitable. Each week they'd swell another cup size, growing heavier on Hasumi's frame, and slowly chipping away at her dignity. Oddly enough, you enjoyed her expansion. The way she dominated every girl, despite not wanting the attention nor the growth. For Hasumi, this was a living nightmare.

Hasumi had grown far beyond any girl could dream, and not by choice! "Sensei, h-help!" Suddenly, her breasts began overflowing from her arms, squeezing and inching forward. Tears began welling up as she helplessly stared down her advancing cleavage. Within minutes, they hung to her hips. "N-No more! Stop growing!" she whimpered, as her tits quaked with each sob.

All Hasumi could do was desperately squeeze them in to make them appear smaller. But the more she struggled, the faster they grew. The only thing she could do was wait. It wasn't a matter of "when" they'd stop, but "if" they'd stop...