Looking around, you try and see what's holding you. Using your tongue, you try and drive that thing from your mouth. The mirror shows you a nightmare vision, with multiple straps holding it in your mouth.
Despite the multitude of straps, you try tossing your head to slip it free from them. But it only makes you dizzy and unbalanced.
"Seen but not heard." The words reach your ears, in your voice... Your former voice, almost gloating. Tight white leather straps circle your body too. You feel the cool metal of their buckles holding them in place. Something binds your hands together behind your back.
Twisting and turning, you lose your balance. Unable to stop yourself falling, your scrawny upper arm muscles just flex uselessly in their bonds. Your hands unable to fly out, and give you some balance. At the last moment, you turn your fall into a leap. Rising onto your toes, you dive backwards to ensure you land on the bed.
A terrified scream emerges only as a drooling gargle. The rest swallowed as you land atop the bed. It's a humiliating reminder of your new body, as your bust bounces feeling like it's at risk of knocking you out.
Nostrils flaring, you wriggle like a worm until you're fully on the bed. The heavy sloshing of your tits a constant, degrading reminder of your current predicament.
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Lying there, you hope you have time to escape and reverse this before being discovered.
That same voice returns, "Bigger is better.". Your former voice taunting you. Something in the tone speaks of his honesty. An honesty, you don't like having to live up to... or rather down to.
Your body shudders from head to toe, and you quake with suppressed desire. But that's the least of it, as you feel your bust getting heavier.
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Your nips stiffen at the change, aching for attention. Looking down your prone, vulnerable body, you see how rude, ripe and full they are. Trying to regain some semblance of calm and control, you know the wild thrashing won't help. You need to be calm and collected, to ease the knots holding your hands together.
It's hard be be sure, but those bonds feel soft, like silken hankies. If you can free your hands the rest of your body can't be far behind.
With the weight of your entire body on them, any movement is difficult. Cursing your own short-sightedness, you wish you were 'smaller', knowing you have to roll onto your stomach.
An opinion comes to mind, one you hadn't shared, but are coming to realise it's virtue. "More than a handful is a waste."
You repeat the words inside your head, even your thoughts jar as you hear them in what must be your new voice. It's breathy, sensual, and begs for attention.
A voice from elsewhere in the room, your old voice. "Bigger is better, but biggest is best."
You have barely a second to prepare yourself before you body is ripped from head to toe, with that rush of excitement, a tingle in your stomach, an ache in your loins, a twitching hunger from muscles you didn't want to consider. But, your words came true again.
You were now cursed with TITS. At this size, no other word was adequate. These damned things were each bigger than your head.
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