more unwanted growth please, especially when the victim is afraid of what's happening to them
"No, no, no, no, no! What the fuck is happening to me!? Please just stop fucking growing!"
An hour ago, June didn't have anything at all to grab up top and now her breasts were spilling over her arm, one hand barely able to cover her areola. Soft flesh like she could have never imagined bulged out around her grip and puller her already overworked shirt even tighter. Just grabbing her own breast forced pleasure through her entire body, bellowing a moan despite her panic.
"Ooohhhnnnnffffuuuuck! N-no, f-fuck, they're getting too big! How the fuck are these going to fit in a bra! Everyone who sees me will think I'm some sort of big-titty slut! I— Nonononono!"
The now frighteningly familiar feeling of growth surged inside her chest once more as another wave hit her. She arched her back and pushed her chest forward, both from pleasure and in a desperate attempt to keep her breasts from pulling her off her feet. She could feel them swelling outward, getting bigger, getting heavier. The top, what was left of it, pulled tight over her overly sensitive nipples. Arousal dripped down the inside of her thigh and her knees almost buckled. June threw her head back and screamed.
"THAT'S ALL I AM! I'M JUST A BIG TITTY SLUT! MY BIG FUCKING TITS ARE GOING TO TAKE OVER MY LIFE! MY LIFE IS FUCKING RUINED ALL BECAUSE MY TITS WON'T! STOP! GROWING!"
