More.
Bigger.
Better!
Becca took one look at her enormous rack, and decided she needed more of it. The mirror showed them around an H or I cup, at least. They were well beyond mom’s that’s for sure.
Becca pointed the blessed remote at her chest again and hit the fire button. The pleasure wave that hit her was immense. She dropped the remote onto the carpeted floor, thankfully not busting it. She took a few steps backwards as her tits ballooned outwards, faster than before, at least a quarter-inch per second.
She lost track of time for a bit, before reality came back to her. She looked down and saw… only her tits. Her eyes lit up as she shook her breasts, they were soft as can be yet firm and round. They had to be bigger than watermelons, no, they blew them out of the water!
Becca looked in the mirror, and squealed in joy. Her tits looked like yoga balls strapped to her chest, they dipped below her waist and pushed out several feet in front of her. Despite this, they had very little weight to them.
“They- They’re bigger than anything I’ve ever seen! I love them! I love my boobies!”
She started jumping in place, her meaty fun-bags bouncing up and down erotically as the pleasure nearly drove her over the edge.
“It feeeeels soooo goooood!!!”
Immediately, Becca was hit with a new idea. Her tits were big, ridiculously big. Bigger than life, bigger than anything.
But she could be bigger… So. Much. Bigger.
So she took the remote in hand. She had trouble picking it up off the ground, for obvious reasons. She pointed it at her bust, and fired… and fired… and fired, and fired, and fired, and fired, and fired again!
Becca’s brain was scrambled by the pleasure. She stumbled backwards and sat down hard against the wall. She numbly grabbed the remote and aimed it at her dripping pussy. She quickly plunged it in, and pulled it out, and began thrusting it in and out repeatedly as her monstrous rack got bigger, and bigger.
Soon, all she could see was the wall of flesh that was her boobs. Then, she felt her hardened nipples pressing into the wall across the room. Then, she felt the sides of her books press up against the ceiling and the other walls.
“Oooh, God, yeeees. Bigger… BIGGER!!”
After what felt like an eternity of pleasure, it came to an end.
Becca, didn’t even bother to stand. She knew she couldn’t. Her tits were the size of the house. The rubbing sensations caused all over her were powering her mind to do even more unspeakable things to her body….
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