You recoil from the sight of your new titties. As if you can somehow back out of their very existence. But, the wall stops your further retreat, driving you to want to claw them off.
Their sheer weight tells you they are no illusion, as they tug relentless at your shoulders. Even your denials now come in breathy gasps. The tone of phone sex girl, telling you the changes are deeper than the purely superficial.
"Dear God, No!" you purr. Taking in their heft, feeling them bounce and settle after the impact with the wall.
The tickle of hair at your shoulders warning you of other changes too.
A whimper deep in your throat sounds more sensual and needy than terrified. But, you shake your head in denial, screwing your eyes closed, and hoping it'll all vanish when you open them back up again.
Instead, you feel a surge in weight, as you're pulled forward once more. Snapping your eyes wide, you take in the even fuller bust you've received for your daring.
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