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Bunniemma

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The sensations were getting stronger and stronger.

“I’m not a cow…” Anya whispered quietly, still trying to reassure herself. Her nipples continued to pulse and tingle, the hot water running over them doing nothing to help.

She had been at the mall, mindful of the new bimbo flu outbreak. Every bit of deep cleavage seemed suspicious. Was that woman just busty, or carrying something that would make her a mindless boob-obsessed bimbo?

Anya had been checking out when the cashier’s button shot off her blouse. And she moaned.

“Not a cow.” She whispered again. Her nipples were almost too sensitive to touch- a rush of sensations, tingling and hot, sending signals down between her legs with every movement.

She’d pushed herself away from the cashier- could she be infected?! The trip home was a blur of anxiety, checking her bra straps- were they feeling tight or was it just her panicking?!

Anya had gotten home, ripped off the offending garment, and tried to wash any virus particles off herself. But now she was feeling weird. Maybe flushed. Tight. Any word other than horny. Don’t think about it. It’ll be fine.

She couldn’t take it anymore. To relieve the heat, Anya pressed her nipples into the cold shower glass, almost crying out from the pleasure.

“Not a co-oooooooooo!”

It felt so good she repeated the motion, pushing her increasingly soft udders into the cool surface. Doing it again, and again, nipples sliding over every ridge and imperfection. Anya threw her head back and moaned.

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Anya’s roommate turned her key in the lock, walking into the apartment. Something was off. Anya’s purse was discarded in the hallway, slightly behind an unbuttoned pink blouse. There was a strange smell in the air, slightly sweet, and she could hear a faint splashing from the bathroom.

Then, she heard a sound that carried down the hallway, low and lewd.

“Moooooooooo…..”

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“I want big tits.” Cass stood in front of the mirror, feeling a little silly. 98, she counted.

“I want big tits.” Her throat was slightly dry. 99.

“I want big tits! Give me great big swollen tits!” She put some force into her words, giggling to herself. It’s not like spells on the internet are a real thing anyways.

There was a pause, and the clock struck midnight. As Cass turned to leave, she saw her figure in the mirror. Her side profile looked subtly different, breasts pressing firmly into her shirt.

Then she saw movement, and realized with panic and delight she was getting bustier.

Her breasts blossomed, pushing her buttons apart, a line of deep cleavage forming between the creamy flesh. Cass could feel the fabric tightening along her back as her nipples hardened.

“What…” she breathed. I didn’t think it would really work!

Her growth wasn’t finished. She had to breathe shallowly as her top constricted around her, a wrinkle forming horizontally between her nipples. Her button gaps widened, revealing more and more, and her mouth opened in shock as she realized.

Tight! She’d have never been able to squeeze into this if she’d always been this busty!

The center button began to twist, losing its fight against the burgeoning boobflesh. She stares at it, completely enraptured in the sensations filling her chest. A thread popped and the button shifted to an angle.

I’m going to burst out of my shirt!

Just as she formed the though, there was a loud SNAP and her tits jumped forward, bulging into the gap formed by three buttons flying off. The buttons clinked as they bounced off the ground. Cass yelped in surprise and delight, feeling her new chest bounce.

I’m massive!

The growth was finally slowing, the remaining buttons straining but not popping off. Her shirt was stuffed with rich, warm flesh, each boob easily bigger than her head.

Is that…all?

Cass experimentally ran a finger into her, nodding with satisfaction when she couldn’t touch her sternum. She looked at herself in the mirror, breasts half exposed, each dark areolae visible through the straining fabric.

Well…maybe…

She made eye contact with herself, biting her lip. One finger fondled a hard nub, sighing at her new sensitive udders.

Cass inhaled slowly, feeling her shirt get even tighter, imaging that continuing.

I want to be even bigger.

She looked into the mirror again, restarting the chant.

“I want gigantic tits.” One…

“I want gigantic tits” Two….

“I want gigantic, milky tits!” Three…

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「Bremerton ~」 by AbP_Art | Twitter

๑ Permission to reprint was given by the artist ✔.

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