You look around, the whole audience is looking at you, especially looking at your breasts. You’d have to admit, if you were in that audience, you wouldn’t be looking anywhere else.
You see everyone pointing at a ball, but you can’t make it out, then they chant,
“Blue! Blue! Blue! Etc...”
You have no choice other than to pick blue.
“An audience suggestion, one that I’m sure most people will enjoy!”
“Huh?”
“Ms. Lawton, your change will be...” the drumroll again...
“Even larger breasts!!” The crowd roars louder than it has ever done before,
You look down at your already sizeable breasts. They begin to grow. This time your bra didn’t grow with them. In a matter of seconds your breasts are pushing at the edges of it. You see lucky it didn’t break. You look around, everybody looking right at your massive mammaries. They were so tight in that bra, it was so uncomfortable!
You look ahead, the colours repeat again, will this ever end?
Yellow, purple, or orange?