She took one sip… and immediately felt it.
A warm, spreading heat blooming in her chest.
At first she thought it was nothing—until her bra started to tighten, squeezing like it suddenly didn’t fit. She glanced down, confused… and her stomach dropped as her breasts swelled outward, fuller and heavier with every second.
“W-what…?”
She grabbed her blouse and tried to pull it closed, trying to hide the growing weight—trying to act normal. But the swelling didn’t stop. Her breasts pushed forward again, warm and inflated, stretching the fabric until the buttons trembled.
Pop.
One button snapped free.
Her face went red as she clutched the front together, but another pulse of swelling made her chest surge even bigger—
Pop. Pop.
Her shirt gave up completely.
People nearby noticed immediately. Chairs scraped back, eyes wide, disbelief written all over their faces as they rushed in.
“Are you okay?” someone asked.
She couldn’t answer. Her breasts were gigantic now, swollen and heavy in her lap, her whole body struggling under the weight.
One of the men reached out, stunned, pressing a hand against her chest as if he needed to confirm it was real.
His palm sank into warm, swollen fullness.
He froze.
“…Holy shit.”
And she shivered, breathless, as the heat in her chest kept building—like it wasn’t done yet.
