The pros and cons of this decision weighed heavily in Misty's mind. On the one hand, the idea of finally managing to one-up her sisters in something was a prospect most attractive. She wanted them to know what it felt like to be the "runt" for once. They wouldn't be able to deny her the right to be a Sensational Sister if she had the biggest boobs out of all them, so what if she was the youngest? She could always claim to be an early bloomer...a VERY early bloomer. Plus, she considered with a small blush, maybe bigger boobs would finally get Ash to notice her as more than just a good friend or rival. Ash could drive her crazy, get on her last nerve...but he could also be incredibly sweet, and his love for Pokemon was unmatched. That drew her to him. She wanted to be around him all the time, even when she was mad at him for something.
Maybe this would give him a reason to stop training for a little while and pay attention to her.
On the other hand...there was still that feminine pride shouting at her that this was a bad idea. True she was a tomboy in many ways, but her girly streak wasn't exactly a secret either. She loved shopping, she liked playing with dolls when she was little and finally won herself her own set of Pokedolls that she HOPED her sisters weren't messing with at home, and she liked feeling pretty. But did she need big boobs to be pretty? Was she going to stoop down to the level of her sisters and allow her vanity to decide for her? Plus, the ramifications of such a decision...she was still rather young, not even a teenager yet. True she'd sprouted some small breasts of her own as puberty was already starting to take hold, but they were barely noticeable through her yellow top and overalls.
She was still embarrassed over Ash's thoughtless comment about actually looking like a girl for once when she wore her bikini that one time. The Beauty and the Beach competition was a nightmare for her, even James from Team Rocket had more appeal than her thanks to those stupid inflatable breasts he had on.
Finally coming to a decision, Misty pulled some change out of her pocket and handed it to the waitress. "Here...give me a bottle of the special Moomoo milk." She said with cheeks blazing.
"Ain't no reason ta be embarrassed, sugah." The waitress said quietly with a wink. "Don't you worry, Ah'll have mah girls whip you up a batch from our best Miltank and you'll start sproutin' yerself. Trust me on this one, ain't no little lady ever come through here disappointed after the boost in the bosom they get. In fact, Ah'll even get ya a second bottle on the house."
"Gee, thanks." Misty relinquished a small smile.
"T'weren't nothin, now you just stay put and Ah'll be right back!"
As Misty watched the waitress walk off, her head-sized breasts bouncing back and forth as she went, the redheaded girl found herself wondering what it would be like to rock breasts that size. It was a good thing the town they were in was known for big-breasted women, especially if she was about to hand in her membership card for the itty-bitty-titty committee. She was definitely going to need some new bras, along with some new clothes altogether. She closed her eyes and daydreamed, imagining herself growing right out of her barely A-cup bra, tearing it to shreds as she outgrew her sisters and left them in her dust. Somehow the idea was exciting, and her heartbeat quickened.
"Enjoyin' yerself there sugah cube?"
Misty's eyes snapped open and she blushed beet red, staring up at the waitress who had brought her two rather large bottles of Moomoo milk. "I uh...I..."
"Ya don't have no explainin' tah do hun." The waitress said with an understanding smile. "Even the nervous ones find themselves lovin' the idea of growin' huge after a while, it's only natural." The waitress placed the bottles on the table, leaning in close to wink at the young redhead. "Ah like you sugah, Ah think you've got some serious potential ta grow real big. An as far as Ah'm concerned, bigger is always better, don't let no one ever tell ya different, y'hear?"
"T-Thanks."
"Mah pleasure, now drink up and go show off to the cutie that dun got dragged off earlier. Ah reckon he likes ya, y'know. Call it intuition." With a wink, the waitress started to walk off, but then she turned to look over her shoulder. "Oh by the way...if you ever decide ya need more, just come on over and tell 'em tell yer a friend of Becky's, they'll take care of ya!"
With that final statement, Misty was left to her own devices, staring at the milk inside the bottles. "Can this...really work?" Hands shaking with anxiety, Misty opened the first bottle and sniffed the milk. "Smells okay...I wonder how much I should drink...how potent is this stuff?"
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