You feel the energy streamers that flow like silk move from your head to another area. You hoped that it was just move on into another, less embarrassing part of your body, but the guttural bellows of laughter coming from both Amazimanda, Samantha and Sindy made sure that you knew what this process was doing next. Still, you had some hope. Just some. That hope was short lived. It practically died on the spot once you noticed.
You felt your chest pump. Like a balloon. You could even hear it pump just like a balloon. You were flat chested, no real muscle or anything spectacular, that was just how you were. But now, you could feel every pump that these streams of energy did and you started noticing how your chest was starting to look. The process was slow, almost as if Amazimanda wanted to savor every moment of your embarrassment that this, THIS, was happening to you. You went from having something that was basically non existent to an A-cup. You looked back up to still see the three clowns laughing. You didn't know what at anymore. Where they laughing at you? At watching the rise in your chest? Or just any of the previous stuff? You didn't know anymore. Was this just an alien custom? Were you supposed to have breasts before you spoke to a new species? Especially one that look like female clowns? You just ignore them for the moment, just in time to see your A-cup turn into a B-cup. You didn't know how they did it, but your breasts were not sagging in the slightest. The sound that your breasts made unnerved you. It sounded like an air pump, hell it felt like they were being pumped full of air. Knowing and looking at the size of the others, you feel like your chin will be able to feel them by the time this ends, whenever that is. It went from B to C-cup now. You had no idea if they were actually pumping air into your chest, but from the way that it seemed to stick to the center rather than sag, you feel as though they must have filled two balloons with helium as joke boobs. That would have been funny. This wasn't. This was real, and now you went from C to D, and now DD and further. You couldn't believe it. Actual breasts. To some, this would be a godsend. To you, this was an absolute nightmare. You couldn't even feel the lower part of your T-shirt as your boobs took it with them. Despite the feeling like they were fake ones being pumped, these were the real deal. You felt it all. These were real breasts. They were the size of melons to you.
Amazimanda had no hesitation, and promptly dived into them as if they were pillows made of marshmallow. They were around the size of her own, but to you, this size was far from normal. She hugged you tight, like you were wearing a corset. Somehow, that was more painful than the boobs expanding. As she moved, they wobbled around like jelly, something you knew normal breasts wouldn't do to this extent. She squeezed your nose again, getting an even bigger laugh out if you.
HONK!
You hated this nose. It got worse the more any of them touched it. Worse is that when she squeezed your nose, your breasts jiggled like a bowl full of jelly. Amazimanda took another dive into your bosoms, laughing all giddy-like again, making them shake with every laugh. This was clearly not how he ever thought having breasts would work, but whatever these clowns did made it the more embarrassing. She then fell out of your breasts, back onto the floor again, leaving with another jiggle of both hers and now your own breasts, with another annoying and alarming fit of laughter. You had no idea how her lungs were handling these constant fits of laughter. Did she have six lungs or something? As she left, you hated yourself for thinking how good both these felt and how good it felt when Amazimanda hugged you. You wanted to shun those feelings and bury them.
"*Hyuck* Oh my, my, my! Look at those! They felt as soft as pillows! *HeheheheHyuck* And mighty comfortable too! I could rest there all day, ya know? *HehaHyuck*"
Okay, this was getting weirder, but a part of you wanted to let her actually do it. You couldn't help but be blinded by these things, both the huge list of negatives and the small list of positives. You didn't know why you would even think of enjoying these... these big fun bags? But, you had that thought. You could also still feel Amazimanda's hug. Despite the pain when she actually did it, the lingering effects felt... warm... and cozy. You were surprisingly enjoying it. But you were still deeply afraid about what they were going to do next. You feared that they'd increase the size, burying you in these things. You didn't know, but you knew that they would all enjoy your fear and embarrassment.
You just hoped that they would not do more with your chest.