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"I meant about an inch an hour. I'm sorry, 6 sprays is an inch a day."
The old man looks down at your chest and you feel a strange urge to smack him. As a male, you never had a problem with people staring at womens' breasts, but now... Something's different. You feel very strange about it now. Your bare breasts hang in the slightly cool air outside and you can feel the nipples hardening.
In fact, you can feel more than that. The strange nausea you felt before comes back, albeit much milder. You feel a bit strange, and you look down at your boobs as well.
You can see them enlarging. YOu can feel it as well. The flesh inside you is pushing out, and your skin is growing with it. No mark is left, your breasts are as absolutely perfect as they were five minutes ago, but now you're scared they will never stop growing.
"Oh, they will. They'll grow about an inch every hour from now on," the old man says. Thats a bit freaky, you think, he just read my mind or something...
"Yes, I did."
The man looks up at you finally as you stare at him. Then, he slowly reaches a hand out a grabs your firm left breast, and begins to massage it with one hand, as he reaches down to your pants with the other.
No matter how you try, his hand on your breast is amazing. A rush of emotions you have never felt before bombard your mind. You reach your own hand towards your crotch, and feel a dampness building there. You begin to massage yourself, and just then, you notice the man is gone.
It is your own hand massaging your breast, bringing all those beautiful feelings.
Suddenly,
Written by AlmightyRaistlin
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