Mary was 25 and very attractive. She now stood naked, again, in front of her bedroom mirror. She turned this way and that, checked out her decent breasts and bootyful rear. She liked herself the way she was, tall, blonde, and fairly good looking.
But why not have some fun?
She had picked out a few vials to try on herself, laid carefully on her bed. She grabbed the "breast enlargement" vial, blushed deeply, and uncapped it carefully. She took a tiny little sip, knowing full well the potency of the vials by now.
As she had anticipated, her boobs began to warm and tingle. In response, she gasped and her pert little nipples grew hard. Standing in front of the mirror, she stared in delight if not full arousal, as her breasts began to grow. From her decent sized Cs, she swelled further out and rounder at once, her boobs getting a little heavier and more gravity laden as she approached a D cup.
As it stopped, she marveled at her fuller size and more sensitive tits, and eagerly took another sip. Pressing her bigger boobs together, she felt the warmth and tingling again, moaning as she squeezed them tight. She felt them swell, like fleshy balloons, and released her grip as they grew, watching them bounce weightily on her chest and grow bigger and heavier still, now easily a 34DD.
"Ohhh, wow." She turned to the side, admired her new more busty silhouette, and gently fingered and pinched her larger and pointier nipples, which responded by sending shocks of pleasure right to her pussy.
"Damn!" She giggled. "These are better than implants, I'm sure!" She grinned, hefted her tits in both hands, and played with them some more, getting used to their heavier weight and larger size.
"Fuck it." She grinned at her reflection, and took another bigger sip of potion. Again the tingling, again the warmth, and this time she felt an intense swelling sensation that reverberated with pleasure through her breasts. She moaned, still clutching her growing boobs, and gasped sharply as her pussy pulled tight in pleasure. She threw her head back, feeling her boobs grow and grow, bigger, rounder, heavier, and when the end came, Mary was clutching huge tits as big as a basketball. She carefully capped the potion, watching her much more substantial tits dangle and sway heavily as she moved, and grinned. She put the potion back on the bed, swung her chest gleefully, and blushed harder as her huge mams swayed side to side and bounced delightfully.
She felt sexy. She wanted more. But she also wanted to be able to walk. She reached for another vial.