Shrekboer - Naamloos

*Take 1 per day as required*

You read the label again, gently shaking the pill container. Its rattle easing the tension you feel. Surely if you took more than one it wouldn't hurt... would it? You barely fill a b-cup and all the models they used to advertise results began as double-ds. Of course they would say 1 per day.

Opening the container you shake a pill out, no bigger than a panadol. Surely you can take more than one. You shake out 3 more and quickly swallow them. For a short while you feel nothing; you've been scammed you know it. Your dreams of a larger bust dashed in an instant.

Warmth, why do you feel a warmth in your chest? Slowly the warmth rises to a boil. Your breasts are on fire, or at least feel that way. As quickly as the burning started it is replaced with pressure. Is it working? Rubbing your breasts through you bra and shirt something feels different. They're bigger!?

Its working, finally your tits will be the envy of those around you. Swelling out your bra stands little chance. The pressure of your growth grows as it puts up its final defence. *SNAP* it falls limply into your lap. Your breasts are finally double-ds. With glee you attempt to jump but your new centre of gravity makes this difficult. But the joy subsides to curious horror as your chest continues to swell. 

You feel something filling them from the inside and god does it feel good. One hand placed firmly on your breast the other wanders to you crotch. You're sopping wet as you begin to finger yourself. Caught up in the pleasure of it all you fail to realise your shirt is growing ever tighter. Ripping noises fill the room as your gigantic tits burst out. Swollen nipples harden as the fresh air meets them. You fall foward onto the ground, cushioned by your ample chest.

You don't even know how big your girls are but the pressure inside is building. You tug at a nipple feverishly, needing release. Moans escaping your lips you near your climax, its all too much as your brain fogs over. Milk jets out as you cum harder than ever before. Like two fountains, your udders release litres of milk on to the floor drowning your tattered bra and shirt.

Eventually you regain control of your body. Your new mountainous breasts blocking your view. Laying flat you attempt to get up, but the sheer weight of your tits has you pinned. What the hell have you done? Maybe you should have heeded the warning. But then again it was the best you've ever felt... and there's 4 more pills left.

Because the idea of him getting me pregnant instead of you makes me so wet…