Todd looked over the remote's settings, finding a menu for breasts. Making sure the target was still the barista, he checked the sizes. She was already big by the standards of many, but they were still small compared to what Todd wanted. He had a few options at his desposal; a scale from 0-100(she was a 6), a X2/X3/X5/X10 option, and a box that allowed for a measurement to be typed in. Contemplating, Todd chose the X2 just so she would, hopefully, stay in her top. Once selected, he hit apply as a customer gave her an order.
Another normal day, another boring shift. Gwen thought as she worked. She stepped to the side of the register and began to prepare a brew for the man in front of the counter. As she did, she felt a warmth build in her chest, making her feel weird. Pleasurable, but weird at the same time. She focused on her work as her somewhat loose shirt began to strain. As she poured the coffee, she felt her bra straps dig into her shoulders. She attempted to adjust, to no avail, and finished making the coffee as her chest swelled outwards. The buttons of her work shirt tightened immensly while she passed the drink to the oblivious customer. He paid her no mind as she passed it to him, her shirt straining. "Sir, your-", was all she could say before her undershirt burst out of her button up, shooting a button at the guy's shoulder. It captured his attention enough for him to the see the coffee. He walked away, leaving Gwen with a bloodred blush. She looked down, her tits now twice the size they use to be.
Todd lookes at her, feeling a growth himself, as her shirt busted open. She just looked at her breasts, kneeded them and was obviously curious to high hell of how they got there. Her nipples were hard, and her shirt was being pulled up her midriff by the massive mammaries that adorned her chest. Todd decided to-