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As we talk, I slowly make myself grow.
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We both sat down, and I decided to have to some fun. "Wand, make me grow slowly, with a little extra in the chest," I said. Tim didn't notice thanks to the wand, and kept talking. We chatted a little, and I asked him about the area, while trying to keep myself from adjusting my bra, which was getting rather tight. Tim began looking more and more, until he noticed that my pants were above my ankles. He quickly stood, stammering: "Uh, I-I have to go now, got an essay to finish." He turned to go. I jumped up and blocked him.
"Are you sure you want to go?" I asked in a pleading voice. "It's kinda boring here." By this time I was about 6'0", and Tim stammered even more.
"S-So sorry, but I-This essay is important, A-and I shouldn't have forgotten about it." As he said this, he glanced down at my chest once more, and turned beet red. This was because my breasts had made it to at around Gs by now, and a small part of my areola was peeking out from my bra. Apparently the size of my nipples and breasts were sort of a package deal. Tim muttered something like "Chest," and tried to dodge around me.
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