The throbbing in my chest intensified. That wasn't the only throb present there though, because I saw Andrew's shorts starting to tent slightly...
If I noticed the change in Andrew's groin I might have gotten scared and fought harder to run away. I mean, who wouldn't get intimidated by their former-girlfriend-now-boyfriend's body getting ready to show them just HOW excited they are about their boobs... But no, I didn't notice Andrew's dick tenting his shorts because...
I winced as a quick and sharp pain shot through my nipples. Or rather, it felt like it came from just underneath my nipples, closer to my pectorals. It wasn't severe, by no means. But still it was hardly making the process of breastgiving more comfortable.
"Why were you trying to get away?" the imposing figure of my former-girlfriend asked. "You wished the growth of female breast into a spectacle. Let me watch it!"
He held both of my wrists with one of his hands and reached with the other one for the pocket of his shorts. Shortly it returned with...
Oh no... I whimpered half from the pain I felt in my chest and half from realizing Andrew just fetched the magic wand.
"I wish..." I heard him begin "that as your breastgiving progresses you will find it increasingly more difficult to resist the desire to flaunt your boobs, no matter how uncomfortable they feel or how embarrassed you are about the entire thing. I wish that once you're finished you won't be able to help but move in a way that makes them wobble, jiggle and bounce for me to enjoy."
I felt a brief fuzzy buzz in the back of my head. I knew it was a sign of behavioral changes introduced into my mind by magic.
"Speaking of my enjoyment," he looked around and I followed his gaze. A small crowd gathered around us to see what the commotion was about. "I want what happens next to be less public of an affair. I wish we were both transported to a beautiful beach similar to this one but with nobody but us present there."
He let go of my hands. I sat up but a wave of disorganization soon hit and before I knew it I was in another but similar place. In a new place, but with the same pain in my chest. A chest now sprouting two, clearly visible, conical A-cups.