I smirk. I've always been into crazy fetishes, why not live one out? "I think this will be a good size," I smirk as I type in the command. 'I will grow breasts the size of basketballs'. After a few seconds, I gasp, warmth focusing on my breasts. I feel my bra tighten, as does my shirt. "C-crap... why didn't I make them grow with my boobs..." I bite my lip, as I take off my shirt, watching in awe as my tits grow. I unto my bra, and let them bounce free, finding they don't hang as much as they did before. They're rounding out, losing their natural look... probably because I compared their size to basketballs. My nipples swell a little, and I pant, starting to feel the warmth intensify, my breasts no longer natural-looking as they do, in fact, resemble fleshy basketballs, my soft skin somewhat taut, though my breasts are still soft. I squeeze them, gasping as how they're more sensitive. "This is crazy..." I take a picture of myself in the mirror, saving it to a separate folder on my phone, so that nobody will accidentally stumble upon it.
I feel them bounce, their weight a bit off-putting as I walk around the room with them. "I like it... what should I do next?"
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