Even at such a ridiculous size, they kept growing. Finally ripping my shirt under the incredible pressure. I started crying, trying to sit up and realizing just how close I was getting to becoming immobile. If this didn’t stop soon I’d be stuck on the ground for the rest of my life.
“You’re more than halfway there” my sister reassured me. But I wasn’t feeling overly reassured. Over half way? “How much longer?! Ughhh.” I felt them surge again, becoming noticeably heavier than they already were and causing me to fall forward and slam into the floor.
“Shouldn’t be much more, maybe 2 or 3 minutes, hang in there.” That was way too much. They were already so large and aching painfully. My skin felt stretched and uncomfortable. But it kept getting worse.
After 3 more minutes of moaning and growing. It finally ended. My breasts were like small beach balls, each one weighing so much that I could no longer get up. I was too tired to cry about that now though. I just laid there panting.
“Good job sis, it’s over now.” She smiled, then left to get me some water. When she came back, she set the water down next to me and asked. “Sooo, how’s it feel to finally be a woman?”
I looked up at her with paining eyes. “This is horrible, I can’t even get up.” I struggled to pull myself into a sitting position, letting my enormous boobs sit on my legs. It felt like they were being crushed.
My sister gave me a closer look, realizing just how big they were. “Damn sis, those might just be the biggest I’ve seen. We’re going to need to get you the roller.” I looked up at her rather distraught. “What’s the roller?”
“Seriously? They’re those wheelie things that people with enormous boobs use to haul them around everywhere. You’re definitely going to need one.”
I started crying again. I was going to have to live the rest of my life like this.
“Aww sis, it’s alright, you’ll get used to it.” She was trying hard to comfort me but it wasn’t working too great. I’d already made it so that people wouldn’t actually be capable of getting used to this.
While I was sobbing, my sisters phone rang. She left me to go pick it up, then came back shortly after with bad news. “Mark isn’t happy with you. He said he told you to call him so he could be here. He’s coming right now to get you.”
“Noo.” I shouted. I was supposed to get the book and change everything back. I needed to get rid of Mark but how? I couldn’t just break up with him, he was so abusive and I was tiny and couldn’t even move. There’s was no telling what would happen.
“Well...” my sister gave me a devious look. “What are you willing to do if I can fix your Mark problem?”
I looked up at her, confused. What could she possibly do? But regardless, I said “Anything, I’ll do anything.”
“Alright” she smiled, leaving and returning with the book.