handed me the Twilight shirt, featuring Jacob's stretched face and the words "Team Jacob" boldly displayed. A sinister satisfaction filled the room as she relished the additional layer of humiliation it would bring to my tormented state.
With a wicked glint in her eyes, she unleashed her twisted torment upon me, showering me with informal compliments about my burgeoning breasts. She delighted in the power she held over my transformation, reveling in the perverse pleasure it brought her.
"Edwin, damn, those breasts of yours are something else!" Dawn exclaimed, her voice dripping with wicked amusement. "They've gone from G cups to H cups, and they're still growing! You're rockin' a truly impressive rack!"
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of horror and a strange, forbidden pleasure coursing through me. The weight of my expanding chest pressed heavily upon me, while an unsettling warmth spread within, betraying the tumultuous emotions swirling inside me.
Dawn relished in my distress, embracing her role as the tormentor. Each compliment she unleashed further inflated my breasts, stretching the limits of the shirt that struggled to contain their expanding size. I went from H cups to I cups, then to J cups, the growth amplifying my vulnerability and deepening my sense of shame.
"Edwin, seriously, your beauty is off the charts with those massive boobs!" Dawn continued, her voice laced with a sadistic delight. "They've reached K cups now, and girl, you are owning it! You're turning heads wherever you go!"
The weight of my swelling bosom became an almost unbearable burden, the tight fabric of the shirt straining to its limits, barely able to contain the extraordinary curves that defied all expectations. I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, torn between the shame of this transformation and the twisted fascination it stirred within me.
Tears mingled with a strange blend of pleasure and humiliation, as my pleas for Dawn to end her torment went unheard. She reveled in my suffering, intoxicated by her sadistic desires. Each compliment, each remark about my expanding femininity, only heightened my internal turmoil.
As I lay on the floor cupping my gigantic bosom she says with a satisfied grin“ok let’s go get the chronically back!”