Mary woke up a short time later. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and remembered that she had dozed off on the couch.
"That's right, I was trying to pick another vial," she said to herself as she continued to lie on the soft cushions. She rolled over on her back, but felt an unusual weight on her chest as she did so. She lifted her neck a little and let out a gasp.
Her breasts were huge! They were almost double in size. But how was this possible?
She sat up on the couch. Her breasts wobbled, creating a stronger sensation from what she was used to. They were bigger all right, and heavy. She tried to think if she had taken a vial before she fell asleep.
She looked over the vial box, which she had placed on the floor next to the couch. No vials were missing. She couldn't remember doing anything with them. So then, why this all of a sudden?
It was only when she stood up that she began to get an idea as to what was happening. Everything looked much bigger than before. She hurried to the marks she had drawn on the wall and measured herself.
Four feet, ten inches.
"I'm still shrinking," she growled. "But why aren't my breasts?" She folded her arms under the large orbs, supporting their weight to take a little of the strain off her back. "Maybe one of the vials can fix this," she thought. She took another glance at the scale and gulped. She was already another inch shorter.