Todd sat there, studying his handywork from a short distance. He looked back to the remote and scanned his options. He looked at the 0-100 scale, her number changed to 12. He figured that if her breasts were as big as basketballs that were just over regulation, then a 36 should set her to be around yoga ball territory. He moved the slider on the scale, hitting the 'apply' button shortly thereafter. He noticed her head shoot back with her tounge sprawling out of her mouth, her hard nipples pressing outwards into her newly revealed shirt.
Gwen was in a blissful state, her mind blanketed by waves of pleasure that crashed over her. She groped herself shamelessly as she felt her bra straps tighten, digging into her shoulders more and mors with each passing second. She took her shirt off, revealing the orbs of swelling flesh, and she placed them on the counter. A few eyes wandered over to her to watch the spectacle, though nobody cared enough to help her. Gwen massaged her breasts as they swelled across the counter, covering the whole thing quickly as her bra snapped off. Her nipples had grown as well, now as long as 2", with areolas to match. Her nipples leaked slightly as their growth slowed, Gwen wet inside and out.
Todd watched the yoga breasts slow their growth, becoming slightly opened faucets dripping on the floor. He watched the crowd of people, some not interested, the others taking videos and pictures. Todd decided to-