As Dorah pointed her finger at the passing man she found attractive she felt a warmth grow on her chest. Looking
down she gasped. "My . . . my breasts. They feel like they are getting bigger."
Holding her hands to her chest she feels her breasts pushing against her hands. "Wow! They are getting big.They
feel like at least B cups now." Her shirt started to get tighter and tighter.
When will it stop?" Looking at the man as he disapeared around a corner she wondered just what kind of woman
did he desire when she heard a small tear forming in her t-shirt.
"Oh no! They are too big! Can't this ring make them stop?" Dorah steps back off the path and hides behind a
bush as her breasts begin to free themselves from the confines of cloth. "No! Stop! Please Stop!"
Soon her breasts had grown too big to hold and she let them fall to the ground, the grass tickling her. "At
least they stopped finally. Crap! How am I supposed to move with these things?" Struggling to stand Dorah
grabbed as much breast fleash as she could moaning at the rough handling she was doing. "Wow! This feels so
good. . .Almost .. . . standing. . .Oooof!" She stood for a moment only to loose her balance again and fell back
with her breasts trapping her arms at her side and giving her a vision of so much cleavage.
"Oh come on! I need help just to stand now."