...head for your house to play with your new power. You left the store and the corner of the mall it was in for your car. Arriving at your house, where you fortunately lived alone, you wen inside, locked the door, and tore off all your clothes. You ran to your closet where you kept a full length mirror for the occasions that called for fancy dressing. Dragging the heavy assembly to the middle of your room you sat on the end of your bed and imagined the breasts you had in the store. You can't stop a smile creeping to your face as the tingling returned. Unable to contain your self, you open your eyes and gaze at the changing reflection in the mirror. Your average, not flabby, not chiseled, body sat naked on the end of the bed. It looked completely normal except for the perfectly smooth round orbs hanging from your chest. The orbs seemed to inflate with air as they grew. You had imagined slightly bigger boobs this time and as they inflated past their previous D-cup size you began to feel the sensations from your tits. They seemed to emit a warm pleasurable feeling that increased with size. As your boobs finally hit the desired size of E-cup the pleasure is a soft warm glow.
Curious, as you have never actually held a woman's boobs, you reach your hands up and lift your assets. Only to drop them in shock. The pleasure sent bolts of lightning through your brain that stopped all other thought. The painful pleasure continued for what felt like an eternity but was only about 10 seconds. After you recovered you try to think of a way to prevent such a shut down from the pleasure, and the simplest method you come up with is to reduce the amout of pleasure recieved from your tits. You close your eyes and imagine the situation, the tingle returns and the glow from your boobs subsides. Grabbing them again they still return piles of pleasure, but at a bearable level, rather than the insanity before.
Happy now with your current boobs you try to see how much you can change your nipples. You imagine them to be about 4 times longer then their current half inch. Watching the mirror you see as your nipples expand and elongate to 2 inches. You reach for your nips and flick the ends. Bolts are sent to your brain but they are manageable. Curious about the size limitation you imagine boobs that are so big they dip to your navel. Watching in the mirror you see as your perfect orbs begin to elongate as they droop under the force of gravity. They both fill and stretch until they reach the desired size. Releasing the mental image, your expanded assets suddenly tug on your back as actual gravity takes hold. You are pulled to the ground as the meatbags yank. After painfully hitting the ground with your boobs and whacking your face on the pile of flesh, you image boobs that are light enough to lift and never cause back stress. No visible change is noticible but the weight pinning you to the ground lets up and the racks of pain through your back stop. You stand up and examine your self in the mirror. Your boobs are of a ridiculous size, larger than your head. But they seem weightless when standing. Trying to lift them with your hands, however proves that they are as heavy as boobs of that size are expacted to be. Confirming the varibility of size you shrink them to normal and return your nipples to their normal state.