Sheryl kept rubbing her crotch as she crawled to the book. She then did something she wouldn't have done in a fully sober situation. She changed her breast size from D to E. She looked at herself as she rubbed her own body as her chest slowly expanded to an unproportionate size. Even though her swimsuit grew with her breasts it felt tighter. Her nipples seemed to be depressed even more. She moaned and felt her fingers getting wet from her own love juice. She kept rubbing her chest with her right hand as she pleasured herself with her other. Her chest felt warm and her nipples incredibly erect. She pulled out her breasts from her swimsuit. They were so big and warm. They formed a line of cleavage without a bra. She got on her knees and started rubbing her heavy chest into her bed while continuing the touch herself. She felt her nipples press against the cold wood. She sat down again and continued to touch herself and play with her breasts. She ended up rubbing a chair between her breasts when she came. She looked at the mirror still in a daze of sorts. Her chest was absolutely huge proportionally, her decreased areola only enhanced their massive appearance. Once her mind cleared a little more she looked at the book and then her breasts. "I actually... don't want to get smaller than this anymore..." Sheryl said to herself questioning her own sanity for wanting these breasts.