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You enjoy a drink and meal with Derrick; he’s such a fine man in his tuxedo, after all. You love every thing about him. As the evening draws to a close, both of you may have had a bit too much alcohol.
“R-ready to go?” You ask.
“Of course but...uh...your breasts are too small. You have a huge rack now.”
Indeed, your breasts blow up, but like the other changes to your life, you don’t remember them. Any hint of alteration is dulled by the pleasure you feel with every change.
“Derrick...oh...” you moan. “Let’s go...”