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you’re acting like her tits aren’t the only thing you can focus on. Your cock is straining against your pants, precum steadily leaking down the side of your leg. Your girlfriend had always been a size queen, she had always said she wouldn’t mind cuddling against your cock if it got too big…

“So, welcome to the latest episode of ‘Vanessa Reviews Exercise Bras,” she said.

She realized the top of her head was being cropped out of the frame, and moved the camera up just enough to keep her breasts and head fully in the frame.

“So, first of all, wow. Big numbers last week, and today as well! I thought I’d find an audience, for sure, but I guess I really underestimated the level of interest in exercise bras.”

She looked down and gave herself a squeeze.

“I guess the problem of exercise bras suddenly shrinking and tearing apart is way more common than I thought. So! This is a Mason & Cole Athletic Wear bra.”

She arched her back and bounced a bit for the camera. Her traffic spiked- she was already 50% higher than last week.

“So, as usual, cup sizing is totally all over the place. Remember when I started this blog, and I was a C-cup in the first brand I reviewed? But then on my second post, that brand used totally different sizing, so I had to use a DD? And then an F? Anyway, according to Mason & Cole, I’m suddenly an H-cup. Whatever. Four bras in two weeks, all different sizes. The industry is messed up.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically for the camera.

“Anyway, I don’t know if there’s something in the air in those clothing stores, but as usual I found a top that fit me perfectly in the store. But they always do, so I thought I’d wear this one home, to see exactly when these damn things start shrinking.”

She poked her sideboob, which was already bulging out the side of the top.

“I swear to god, I thought I’d at least make it out of the parking lot! But seriously, as soon as I started driving home, this thing was already feeling too small! What the hell, Mason and Cole?”

She pressed her breasts together, emphasizing how much she bulged over the top and sides.

“I almost got in an accident, because I had to keep looking down and getting distracted by my own cleavage! The smaller this top got, the bigger my cleavage looked!”

She made an awkward grunt, and writhed in discomfort. Her cleavage swelled an inch or two bigger.

“Okay, good thing I started recording right away. I have no clue what the deal with this fabric is, but I totally just felt this thing get tighter.

The jog bra made a stretching noise, and Vanessa winced.

“And yes, by the way. This is as uncomfortable as it looks!”

The fabric made an elastic straining noise as Vanessa’s breasts expanded against it, stretching it thin. Her nipples were plainly visible, as the tightening fabric was being stretched so thin and pulled so taut it was nearly see through.

“All right! This hurts, but for the cause, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna keep recording until this stupid, cheap exercise bra gets so small it tears, just like all the others! I hope corporate America is watching, because I’m totally exposing their cheap, shady practices and defective products!”

Her viewship quintupled.

“Wow, you guys really care about the quality of women’s athletic clothing. I guess it- ah! Ah… ah… mmf…”

Vanessa’s bust expanded, stretching audibly. Vanessa struggled to breathe, but she was too big for her top.

She tried to inhale, and bulged against (and over, and around) the thin, fraying top. She tried again, and despite some popping noises, the bra held.

Finally, on her third try, the top exploded. Her breasts nearly made an audible “ba-wong” sound as they bounced free.

Vanessa’s huge tits heaved and jiggled with every breath she took. With every breath, her already considerable bust expanded another inch or so, growing to completely fill the lower half of the screen.

Hardly anyone noticed that with every breath, a bit more of Vanessa’s forehead crept out of frame too.

“Did you guys see that? Because of this crappy garment, I could have have suffocated! I- hang on, I’m out of focus…”

She fiddled with the camera. First, she pushed it up, to fit her face in the frame.

“Sorry, don’t know why the camera keeps dipping. Wait… now you guys can’t see my boobs. Hang on…”

She lowered the camera, lowering it to capture her entire chest. She pushed it all the way down, but the camera couldn’t even fit her entire breasts in the frame now.

She ballooned to monstrous, basketball-sized tits, so huge they pressed down against top of her desk as she fiddled with her camera.

“Dammit! Is the focus off? I could fit everything in frame a few minutes ago…” she said, wobbling the camera.

The feed cut out for a split second, and thousands and thousands of men cried out in agony before it flipped on again a second later.

“Sorry! Sorry. I was fixing the feed, and my freaking boobs pressed a bunch of keys. I-“

Then feed went out again, then flicked back on.

“Sorry! Boobs again! God, that’s never happened before! It must because I’m so riled!”

She grew, with her head inching upwards again. The desk groaned as her heavy breasts grew even heavier, weighing down on it.

Vanessa winced when there was a light thud.

“Ouchie! Sorry, my knees just hit the bottom of the table. Is something wrong with my chair? I’m really high up, and for some reason the seat feels-“

The chair groaned under her increasing weight. Then snapped loudly under her.

“WHOA!” she said, flailing back. The room and the feed shook.

“Owie! Piece of cheap… crap! Oh no!”

She was trying to stand up, but something was wrapped around her hips and thighs.

“This seat and arm rests… they’re squeezing my hips and ass for some reason! God, it’s like this thing shrank to! And tore of my shorts and panties, somehow! Fuck!”

She tried to pull the broke chair off. Her hips and thighs widened and plumped out behind her, getting thicker and thicker as Vanessa grew.

The chair bent, then broke off of her.

“Whew! That’s a relief! So many things are breaking today!”

She stood up to her full height. Her massive breast filled the screen for a second, but then only a bit of her pendulous underboob was visible. The camera was locked on her navel and top of her wide hips.

“Uh… what’s wrong with my room?” she said, perplexed. “Everything looks-“

Her body made a weird rumbling noise, and she grew bigger. Her hips widened, and as her legs lengthened, her crotch rose to fill the screen.

Her boobs billowed up even bigger, before her chest rose out of frame.

“Did my ceiling just get lower? Like, it’s almost down to my head!”

Another rumbled, and her body stretched and swelled and grew even bigger.

“Ouchie!” she said, right after an abrupt thunk.

“Holy shit. Okay, my boobs are really big all of a sudden, so I can’t see my computer over them… but if anyone’s still watching I think I might be growing!”

In the frame, her knees bent, bumping the desk, as her shoulders and head grew up against the ceiling.

“Shit! I’m definitely growing… and I’m running out of room! No, no… no!”

She tried to get down on her knees, and the room shook. That only bought her a few seconds before she grew into the roof again, so she leaned back on her haunches, only to break the behind her with her giant, mega-donk ass and fertility goddess hips.

“My bed!” she said, with a gasp. And because she was looking in front of her, she didn’t notice breasts, now bigger than yoga balls and growing quickly, descend on her computer and smash it.

The feed shook, and suddenly the camera was showing nothing but a sideways view of the floor.

“Crap! My computer! I can’t see if I broke it… these damn giant boobs… if anyone can still hear me, I’m… mmf… still getting bigger! I’m running out of room! Call 911, please!”

There was a groaning noise as her soft, hyper-curvaceous body grew against the walls, bending them outward by force.

“Too big! I’m too big! Somebody, please-“

For a split second, the camera showed a dark room, and then a split second of boob flesh crushing it, and then fell silent.

There was another world-wide wail of blueballs, and then millions of pantless perverts frantically searched for live news streams with one hand.

Eventually, nearly all of them deduced Vanessa’s hometown and started watching the live helicopter report from her local news station.

In the helicopter feed, a medium sized apartment building kept shaking and trebling awkwardly.

People went streaming out the doors and windows, screaming and running for cover.

One of the walls bowed, and giant leg exploded out of it, growing across the apartment lawn and kicking onlookers aside.

A second later, and second leg shot out, this one ramming through half a dozen cars in the parking lot.

The roof bulged and Vanessa’s head burst out. Her eyes were wide with shook as she looked this way and that, trying to process what was happening to her.

Then she ground her teeth as the building “shrunk” around her again, and her shoulders ripped through the roof too.

Then she kept rising, and her breasts had bloated to such immense proportions they tore off nearly all the remaining roof as they grew.

Her butt and hips widened, smashing more and more of the base foundation of her apartment complex.

Her breasts, growing so fast they were increasingly over proportioned for the rest of her body, inflated in front of her, smothering whatever apartment remained and filling her lap as she struggled the get her arms around them and push them in, like she could stop them from growing.

It didn’t work, naturally, as soon her ass and legs had grown to cover most of her apartment complex.

She was sitting there, trying to hold her giant boobs, and staring down in shock at the hundreds of tiny reporters and fleeing onlookers scrambling between her legs.

She was over a hundred feet tall just sitting down. She was clearly at a loss for words, and some of the braver reporters screamed questions up at her.

“Okay…” she said, briefly started by how loud and booming her voice was. “I guess… I owe the exercise clothing industry an apology. This might be the reason their clothes wouldn’t fit me for long…”

People were shouting things up at her, but she couldn’t understand their small, piping voices.

“I’m sorry, I’m just gonna… try to stand up real quick… everyone get clear please… back up… hold on…”

She struggled awkwardly to get her feet under her. She struggled to heft the weight of her own breasts.

“Fuck… these things are heavy… god dammit… just need to… get my legs under them… hup!”

She straightened to her full height of more than 200 feet.

Unfortunately, the news helicopter had been flying just over her cleavage, and was suddenly sent spinning when Vanessa’s mega-mammaries bounced into them.

“Sorry! Sorry!” said Vanessa, who could be seen awkwardly reaching to catch the helicopter. “I didn’t mean to-“

She was already leaning off-balance, and another ill-timed growth spurt sprung on her.

“No, no!” she wailed, as her body rumbled and rose. “Not bigger! Not again!”

Her breasts ballooned, heavier than ever, pulling her forward. She fell towards the assembled crowd, jugs first.

“Look out!” she screamed, as her top-heavy shadow fell across the thousands of people looking up at her. “Sorry!”

She felt the earth shake under her, and saw a wave of dust fly in all directions.

“Huh. That didn’t really hurt…” she said, coughing a bit of dust. “I guess I pretty padded. These things are way to heavy to stand back up, but at least they broke my…”

The dust cleared, and Vanessa realized she had been growing continuously since her fall started to this very moment.

She saw the edges of her hometown slowly being enveloped under the swelling tide of her breasts, and felt the world “shrinking” under her. In less a minute, she was going to be bigger than her whole state.

She let out a squeal as a surge of warmth washed through her body, and Googy tried to hold her furs onto her body as it started to swell, spilling all the berries and nuts onto the ground. The straps holding her primitive clothing to her body tore free as her breasts swelled to the size of her head, only the one wrapped around her waist holding as her curves grew inches every second.

After a few seconds, the growing stopped, leaving Googy gasping and holding her fat tits. She moaned a little, before starting to masturbate.

~

Vander chuckled as he masturbated to the now much curvier cave woman, hidden behind a couple of rocks. "Nice, that bimbo stuff should spread through her tribe, and when I get back to 2165, there should be so many hot sluts."

He watched the cave woman finally stop masturbating, glancing around nervously to see if anyone had watched her, not noticing Vander, before scooping up as many of the spilled berries and nuts as she could, walking back towards her tribe.

"Alright, now to make sure this works, I should jump ahead in time a bit. How about... the Iron Age?" Vander tapped on his wrist watch, before disappearing in a flash.

She adjusted her jumpsuit as it started to feel tighter, not noticing her curves swelling slightly. “Huh, that’s an interesting composition,” she muttered as she took notes, taking the rock out of the scanner and walking down the hall.

Vanessa turned a corner just in time to collide with Yvenne, both of them hitting the ground with a shout, the rock breaking in between them. They shouted again as they watched their tits jump up several cup sizes, the zippers of their jumpsuits starting to slide down.

“How the hell did that-” Vanessa started, before looking at the rock. “How does a rock do that!?” She picked her tablet back up to double-check the composition. “There’s gotta be some explanation.”

Yvenne gaped at her new F-cups, before grabbing one of the larger chunks of rock and running off.

“HEY! BRING THAT BACK!” Vanessa shouted, pausing to scoop up the rest of the rocks so no one else grabbed them, before running after Yvenne, struggling to keep her balance and her fat tits inside her jumpsuit.

She caught up as Yvenne stood over the air cycler, licking her lips. “Now, just hear me out,” Yvenne said quickly, holding the rock tightly. “Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone was at least as curvy as Morgan?”

Vanessa pictured Head Scientist Morgan, a tall lady somehow naturally gifted with J-cups. Then she started to drool as she imagined how big Morgan might get. “Don’t do that big chunk, let’s just start with one of these smaller pieces,” she suggested, holding out a smaller chunk. 

Sticking her lower lip out in a pout, Yvenne took the smaller rock and started grinding it down, making sure most of the dust made it into the cycler. She let out a sneeze, shooting up another pair of cup sizes, her zipper plunging further downwards.

you’re acting like her tits aren’t the only thing you can focus on. Your cock is straining against your pants, precum steadily leaking down the side of your leg. Your girlfriend had always been a size queen, she had always said she wouldn’t mind cuddling against your cock if it got too big…

Ever since she got off of that diet that her mother insisted upon her undertaking, you swear that not only has she been eating more every single day, but that all of those calories she's consuming are going straight to her ass and hips in only the best ways possible.

Continuing to bounce her booty, Dana looks over her shoulder down at her own lower half, before her gaze falls on you once more. "Come on bro, you do know I actively want it to be bigger, right? It's not like I'm going to get offended by you telling me. Besides, not like I can exactly hide this thing getting bigger, now that my last pair of shorts got fuckin' DESTROYED by this behemoth."

With a cocky smirk, Dana winds her hand back before slapping her rear with full force, eliciting a gasp of arousal from Dana, her legs clenching together, thighs rubbing against one another as jolts of arousal course through her body. Turning to look at you, you swear that there are hearts in her eyes as she pants breathlessly, and you don't even need to be told what to do.

Racing to the kitchen alongside her, you watch as Dana begins grabbing armfuls of food, carrying them as swiftly as she can towards the bedroom, giggling all the while, as you do the same. With the fridge and most of the cupboards emptied out, along with some of the freezer's more ready-made contents, you watch as Dana lays before the massive sprawl of food set up, face down and ass up.

"Roomie, if you won't tell me that this dump truck ass is bigger than it was yesterday, then I'm just going to feed myself and gorge on all your food, and there's nothing you can do to stop me or my ass from getting even bigger~." Dana teases, wiggling her butt seductively as she begins to take the first bites of the spread in front of her. With zero hesitation, you use one hand to grab your phone and begin to order an absolutely monstrous order with speed and dexterity you never knew you had, while the other hand lines up its shot perfectly before smacking against the doughy flesh of Dana's rear.

With each spank, you can hear Dana cry out for more, feasting on everything there is to offer while you "motivate" her by spanking her as hard as you can, over and over again. It's only when you get to the sixth or seventh hit that you notice how much more surface area your hand has to cover, and you watch as Dana's panties are snapped clean off of her immense ass, the fabric being swallowed up between her cheeks as they billow out into sizes unseen outside of the biggest porn stars out there.

Inch after inch is added onto that shelf of an ass every minute, as Dana greedily devours all that there is to offer. Without warning, you get up and leave the bedroom momentarily, only to go open the door for the first of many, many deliveries. Bringing it into the bedroom, you watch as Dana's eyes widen, and listen with delight a rumbling roar escapes from her stomach.

Licking her lips, Dana beckons you over with the first additional payload, and once you're at the bedside, you look down at Dana's face, only to catch a glimpse of something your roommate did not have before - cleavage, and a LOT of it. Watching your gaze and trailing it downwards, Dana chuckles, her laugh more of a seductive rumble as she tugs you in closer, a greedy grin lining her face.

"Tell me, roomie-" Dana coos, pulling herself off of her bed, forcing you to look higher than usual as she rises, taller and taller, easily at least now half a foot taller than you are, with tits the size of basketballs, yet still seeming miniscule compared to her ass. "Fucking tell me...am I bigger~?"

Without waiting on an answer, Dana shoves you to the bed, and smirks as she undoes your belt, your cock springing free from its confines, and a purr courses through Dana upon catching a glimpse of your throbbing manhood. "Roomie...here's what's going to happen," she coos, "you're going to spend ALL of our money ordering enough food to get me out of this tiny ass apartment once and for all, and while I'm feeding this hunger and transforming myself into this sexy fuckin' giantess of my dreams, you're going to take that cock, and spurt your hot, sticky seed all over every part of my body. Then, when I'm done crushing this apartment beneath my ass, I'm going to place you between my tits, and you're going to cum your brains out while I keep feeding and growing until this whole damn PLANET is small enough for me to devour. Any problem with that? Or should I just crush you now and get it over with?"

You've never nodded your head faster in your entire life, and Dana grins at this. "Good boy. Now tell me, roomie with benefits, tell me just how much bigger I am compared to yesterday, and maybe, that first load of yours will go right down my throat~."

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You watched at your dates instagram story amazed by how much thiccer she got, until your cock got hard again. Fuck! You jerked off 3 times before going to bed, another 4 times since you woke up, yet your balls STILL feel so pent up and full. Stop looking at her huge perfect tits.

"Even if you don't wanna fuck the guy after he has a monster cock, it's always SO much fun to make him explode from like nothing" *she shakes her tits for the camera*

OHFUCK *SPURT SPURT SPURT SPURT SPURT*

Then she was off on her morning run, the powerful bass of the music deafening her to the rest of the world. She didn't notice the whispering in the background of the music, telling her to be a big dumb slut over and over again.

With every drop of the bass, her body swelled a little bigger, and soon Leia's leggings were on the verge of tearing as she hummed to the music, swinging her hips to the beat as she waited for the crossing light to turn on.

She struggled to keep her balance, wondering what was feeling weird as her boobs started to overflow her sports bra, until it finally reached its limit and snapped at the climax of a song that nearly made Leia orgasm, her strained leggings noticeably dampening between her legs.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, quickly ducking behind a tree and wrapping her arms around her new F-cups, trying in vain to get the bra to stay back on. When the next bass drop happened, she let go of the bra, letting it fall to the ground as she hefted her rack. "...you know what? It's about time I let these babies free. And while I'm at it..." She reached down and tore off her leggings, throwing them on the ground next to her bra.

Thighs thicker than her torso and an ass that could crush someone jiggled and bounced with every step she took. And then she saw a man on his own run, and quickly ran up to his side, licking her lips.

"Hey, big man, wanna have some fun?" she giggled, barely able to hear his 'oh hell yeah' over the music playing in her headphones.

In the alleyway, the man pushed her against the wall and started fucking what little was left of her brains out, sinking his hands into her ass and boobs, getting pushed back with every surge of growth she got from the music.

He quickly filled her pussy with cum, but Leia still wanted more. "That's all? C'mon," she whined, turning and jogging off as cum dripped out of her.

"Bluetooth disconnected," a robotic voice said in her headphones, and she simply stopped and stood still for a moment as the music stopped, before looking around.

It wasn't until a few days later that a pang of grief drove her to wear it to remember what her Nona smelled like. It wasn't scratchy like it looked, she thought as she pulled it down over her. In fact, it was plush, like a grandma's hug. She looked down to see with no surprise that the blouses' front hung like a turkey's neck on the tall but slender woman's frame. She sighed, wishing she'd been blessed with her Nona's honkabadonkas.

The scent of freshly baked rhubarb pie suddenly overwhelmed her senses. At the same time, a cool chill passed over her that prickled her skin. A lasting feeling of tickling rested in her goosepimply nipples. Her small areolas began to itch from the inside... and shift. Her mouth opened in shock as the bumpy bundle of nerves elongated before her eyes.

Her pointed nipples pushed forward, propelled by a rising mound of tanned tit flesh. The more her perky nipples trailed forward, the more fat swelled into her rapidly developing chest. Her new, D-cup natural-looking tits hung in the air, held up by their tips, which only irritated the poor woman further. They lurched forward in size from a tug on her red nipples. She had to make them stop growing!

She came to her senses and gingerly touched her throbbing nipples before they were too far out of reach. They were like thimbles and burned with pleasure as she took each of them between her thumb and index finger. Another lurch blocked out her view of her feet. Somehow, she knew she had to rub. And she did, slowly at first but gaining in speed, she teased her swollen teets with a knowing intuition.

The pressure was intense, and other than feeling like she'd cum any second, it wasn't helping. Her breasts began to push away her stretched arms. She whimpered as she persisted in fondling her air-borne, increasingly heavy jugs. More, more, more, and then...

Another cool chill passed over the room just as she felt herself cum. She let it pass over her for a minute, tits still supernaturally suspended. She slowly came down from the high and took in her changes. Her breasts were warm to the touch but didn't seem to be growing. Just then, her nipples gently floated down, letting the enormity of her expanded breasts settle over her torso.

“Huh? Sorry? I didn’t catch that?” She laughed.

“I know, cause you were staring at my tits! They’re so big now! I blew on one of these thingies, and made a wish for bigger tiddies, and now look at them!” She giggled again. “Go ahead! Make a wish!”

Well, he did really want to fuck her… he picked up the dandelion and blew gingerly. “No silly! Really blow, like cock!” He didn’t need more encouragement, and blew all the seeds of the dandelion head.

The changes were almost instantaneous, not that he really noticed. His mind scattered with the seeds, gone forever on the wind. His body bulked, rippling with muscle as fat melted away. And of course, he gained more than a few inches down there, causing his now too tight shorts to bulge obscenely.

Sasha wished she knew what was going on. She wished she could ask Claire, she was a fucking quantum physicist after all, but that seemed like a long shot right now. Whatever those weird ray guns shot had melted Claire's mind, but not hers.

Sasha shook her head, try to think. Just a simple 10 year reunion for a bunch of sorority sisters on St. Lucia. Catching up on old times on the beaches they used to party at.

Then the men came out of the jungle with the strange silver guns that shot pink lasers.

Hailey and Kendra were hit first, and the group watched horrified as their clothes shrunk, their tits and asses expanded, and a head editor at a major publishing firm began to masturbate while a state representative fell to her knees and begged for cock.

It was chaos from there as all the girls scattered. Sasha just grabbed Claire and ran. It was selfish, but she had to save her best friend.

They were both hit as they ran towards the beach. She didn't know how many times Claire was hit, but she felt the burning hot orgasmic bliss of the pink bolts twice.

And now here they were. Under cover. The jungle could hide them. Sasha didn't know anything about survival, but they could stay alive a day or two, go for help, right?

Bright pink shattered her thoughts. She grabbed Claire and ran. They had to get to the woods. She pulled her friend along till she broke free, running to suck the nearest cock.

"Claire!"

She turned for a moment as the men aimed their guns at her. They shot her.

And shot her.

And shot her.

Claire was pulling down a man's pants to suck a hard, juicy cock.

She had to run.

She had to resist.

"No, don't try to move. There's a lot of drugs pumping through your body right now. But it looks like the subliminals worked overnight. You can't stop staring at my pussy, can you?"

"Honey, my tits are up here."

"Oh wow! That worked so much better than expected! You really are addicted to pussy now!"

"Ok, so I know all of the blood is in your cock now, but I need you to listen a bit, 'k?"

"So the sororities and frankly some of the fraternities were tired of your antics, so they hired me."

"Oh yeah, surprise! I'm not just some easy bimbo!"

"Anyway, it's 2024, and your misogyny is not cool. I started to crowdsource your punishment, but they were a bit too mean even for me. So I thought I'd just do the old Uno reverse and give you some of the traits that you thought women have."

"So, you're pretty dumb now. That was kinda hypocritical given your GPA. You're probably going to flunk out now."

"You're also a huge slut now. And you can't say no. Girls want attention and they're lying if they say they don't, right? You want to get fucked. You're going to be wearing a lot more tight jeans from now on."

"The last one was a bit of a problem. You didn't care if your partner came. I had to think about that for a while, but it was really so obvious. You never wanted to go down on a girl, so that's your new obsession. You don't even care if you get your dick wet anymore!"

"Oh, and girls secretly want it and just need a good strong man to put them in their place, don't they? I'm afraid a lot of girls are going to have you on your knees. That is a girl's proper place, right? Yeah, you're going to spend most of your time horny out of your mind eating pussy."

"Don't worry. I'm sure a few of the girls will be kind and jerk you off."

"Hello? Are you still staring at my pussy? And your cock is leaking!"

‘Holy shit it worked’

'Sorry for the language’

'But you took 40 years off me!’

'And I have abs!’

'I feel like a completely different person!’

'And kinda horny, did you add something there?’

'I just need cock. Your cock. Wait, I’m a lesbian’

'Oh you fuck. I should be mad, but I’m so fucking horny’

'But I can fix this’

'After I jill myself off a dozen or so times’

Shit. Your reality engine worked and turned your major professor into a total smoke show addicted to your cock.

You fist pumped in bed, texting her back.

'Ready to have some fun?’

Then the ping.

'You’re awake now! This thing is really impressive!’

Oh no.

'Naughty boy, trying to make his professor a sex toy. And it would’ve worked, but I’m here and you’re not!’

OH NO.

'I think I should be mad? But I’m hot and horny. And obsessed with your cock.’

'Straight girls like big cocks right?’

Your cock surges in your boxers, almost doubling in size.

'Well if they don’t I can fix it’

You can only moan, unbelievably horny. And screwed, unfortunately not literally.

'So don’t be mad but I’m going to have to make you dumb.’

'In fact, I’m going to make you really dumb. And hard and horny to play with.’

Your eyes roll back a bit as you stroke your new oversized cock, Thinking of your mistress.

Your phone continues to ping as you play with yourself, not caring anymore.

Messages pop up on the screen, but you can’t read. Your giant cock slick with precum feels amazing in your hand.

Ping

'I’m not trying to be mean, it’s just as soon as you made this, you tried to make me a slut’

Ping

'And we should use this technology ethically to improve the world’

Ping

'Fuck, why did you have to fuck with my mind the first thing? At least you didn’t make me stupid’

Ping

'I’m going to have to use you a lot to think ethically again. I can’t believe I’m such a horny slut.’

Ping

'I hope there’s enough of you to remember this!’

Ping

'Anyway, I’ll be over soon. Try not to cum too many times before I get there!’

Carol read the instructions on her new soap. "Don't apply directly to genitalia."

She scoffed as she dabbed a handful on her hand. "How else am I support to lather myself up" as she shot her hand down. She rubbed as the soap soaked in her skin tingling as she threw her head back. She continued to vibrate her fingers inside of her as she cooed. Her other hand grabbing the show head as she sprayed it toward shed pussy.

She shot her head back as she but her lips. Her body felt euphoric. Her skin heating up as she her boobs... Bulge? Her towel growing tighter as her cleavage swelled over it. Her knees trembling as she grew closer. She dug into her bottom lip as she whimpered. Her eyes clasped shut as she continued to moan. "Feels so good."

Ahmmmm her cleavage swelled again. And her knees buckled. She shot up 2 inches and her bust grew into double D's. She she rubbed her new bust as her towel fell to the floor. Her roommate knocked on the door. Carols moaning seeping throughthe walls. She grinned as she shot up again. Her head flying back as she soared 6 inches taller. She continued rubbing herself as she felt her body tighten. Her mouth opening as she started shrieking. Her entire body heated up as she filled with energy.

"YES AHH PLEASE... MORE.. AHHH AHHH AHHHHH"

Carol nearly fell over as she shot up. Her head hitting the ceiling. She bent her neck as she stood to her full height. Her roommate flying in pissed off. "CAROL I SWEAR IF I HEAR YOU..." shetrailed off.