Being immobilised by your own tits as the continue to grow continuously out of control is really slept on
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Aw, thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it!
And you're so, 100% correct, especially when it's your own fault, immobilized by the ever-growing symbol of your endless boob greed.
Warmth washes over your entire body before concentrating in your chest. The warmth builds into pressure and, slowly, the pressure pushes outward. Your hands fly to your growing breasts, cupping them and groping them. Fuck, it feels good. They expand outward, filling your hands and then overflowing them, bulges forming between your fingers. Soon, it isn't enough to merely grab them with your hands, you have to lift them with your arm underneath! A momentary thought pops into your head, wondering what ungodly cup size you'd be now, but you know that any answer you come to will be invalidated by the unending growth of your breasts as they spill over your arms, expanding to fill all the open space they can find. The feeling of growing is so intense, so overwhelming that you briefly forget about the growth ray aimed directly at you. You're completely engrossed in your own tits. Jiggling them. Wobbling them. Sliding your hand into your deepening cleavage and seeing how it feels to be completely and utterly surrounded by tit.
Aside from the ray, another thing briefly escapes your notice: these tits are getting heavy. Your arm trembles from the effort to keep your tits held aloft, but you're too distracted by the way it makes the growing shelf of flesh wobble to pay it much mind. The arousal overpowers the ache, pushing those thoughts away as your obsession grows in tandem with your size. All of that is to say that, when you shift your grip on your tits, you're really not prepared for what comes next.
Your arm slides out just far enough for the bulk of your enormous but soft tit to slide past and, finally, gravity wins over. Both of your breasts slide free, dropping down to where their size and their heft would normally sit. They slam against your torso as they reach their lowest hang and the momentum of such gargantuan tits pulls you clean off your feet. The next thing you know, you're on the ground, resting on top of your colossal, still-growing tits.
You try to stand, but you can't. Your tits are too heavy.
You look up at the growth ray. You look over at the control switch, perched on a nearby table. You stretch your hand toward it, but you can't reach. You try again, grunting. Your tits refuse to budge and the controls get no closer. Panic sets in.
You try to get your feet under you, but the way your tits spread out against the floor makes any posture awkward.
You try to roll over onto your side to see if you can get your arms underneath them, but your tits just won't budge. And, through all these failed attempts, your breasts are still growing and growing and growing.
You give one final pull, using every last bit of strength you have to try and lift your tits, but you only manage to get them an inch off the ground before you collapse forward into them. Your wide stance means that your breasts bulge out between your legs and, crucially, press against the spot where your thighs meet. In frustration, you try a couple of quick, fruitless tugs that only end up with you thrusting your crotch against your own tits.
And if you thought your tits felt good before...
You spare one last glance toward the growth ray and the controller. You swallow hard. Well, you figure, the ray has to stop eventually. Either it'll burn out or your tits will get so big that they'll crush the ray between them, though not before absorbing a significant amount of the ray's output... The thought scares you just as much as it arouses you:
Would that really be so bad?