"... A boob-beast."
"A what?" you replied.
"That's what I said," your girlfriend retorted. "I have no idea what a boob-beast is. I would have started laughing if the witch wasn't so gravely serious."
"Do you really believe her?" You doubtfully asked. "This all sounds highly suspect."
"Yes, I believe her. Lightning shot out of her fingers and everything. It was so scary, honey.
"Well," you paused and wrapped your arm around her. "I don't know what a 'boob-beast' is. But, so long as you call me honey, I will be there to love you."
"Aww, thank you, honey," She pecked you on the cheek. "To be frank, all my bra have felt tighter since that day. I haven't made an official measurement. But, I am certain that my breasts are 2 cup sizes larger."
"Now that you mention it, I noticed that, too. I wasn't going to say anything because you looked so upset. Do you feel any different?
"Yeah," you girlfriend said with trepidation in her voice. "I feel... bubbly. I feel like my body have been stuffed into a soda can and all my carbonation is about to burst out. I don't know what. But, something big is about to happen.