Angela sprinted back to her room, nearly bowling over Becca in the process.
"Sorry honey!" she shouted over her daughter's protests, "Something came up!" She climbed up the stairs, dashed into the house's master bedroom, slammed the door behind her and locked it. She looked back at the remote, running a finger over the sheer black plastic. She took a deep breath when an idea crossed her mind.
Angela strode towards her chest of drawers, picked out one of her least favorite bras, and put it on. She grabbed the remote, pressed the "G" button again, aimed it at her chest, and fired it.
Instantly, she felt a warm, reassuring sensation emanate through her chest, move outwards through her body, and settle into her brain. It felt like that one night when she polished off a bottle of moscato on her own and wandered downstairs in her negligee to give Cindy's boyfriend a look at what he was missing out on. Angela closed her eyes and shuddered with the memory of their shocked faces when a pinching sensation snapped her back to reality. She looked down at her chest.
Angela's breasts were spilling out of her bra like an overfilled wine glass. She gasped and relished its protests as her chest rose and fell. She watched in amazement as her endowments swelled, arcing over the once-well-fit cups. With a shudder of anticipation, she took a deep breath and thrust her chest out.
SNAP
Angela felt the band of her bra give way, just like Cindy's did. It rocketed off of her. Once again, she stood in her room, alone and topless. Except now...
She cupped her left boob in her hand, supporting its new weight. The bottom of her tit engulfed her hand's entire span, spilling over the sides of her palms. Angela's hands flew to her mouth, leaving her fresh-grown breast to drop with an appreciable jolt. She ran to her full length mirror and admired herself. Her tits had swollen to encompass half of her chest. They arced out past her sides and down, nearly past the base of her ribcage. She idly flicked one of her nipples and felt a shockwave of pleasure race through her body. She covered her mouth, suppressing a loud moan.
"God, I hope the kids didn't hear that," she muttered. "Or...maybe it'd be fun if they did." She grabbed the remote again. "But maybe a couple more rounds with this thing couldn't hurt..."
Angela weighed her options. Ultimately, she decided to...
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