Amy gasped, as on her TV was a typical harem anime, with curvy girls doing all sorts of suggestive poses and scenarios. Amy bit her lower lip, watching as a character's breasts bounced wildly as she made mochi, surprised something like this would air on prime time, but not changing the channel.
As she stared, she felt excitement stir inside of her, warmth spreading throughout her body. Her rear swelled into her couch, pushing her ever so slightly higher up, while her breasts began to swell into her dress, nipples turning erect. Unconsciously, Amy spread her legs, hands wandering toward her panties...
Only to be interrupted by a commercial for laundry detergent.
"My laundry!" Amy cried, realizing that she had intended to clean her dirty clothes that day. She left up from the couch, not noticing her stride ever so slightly larger, as her legs had inched longer. She did, however, notice that her nipples were refusing to calm down, continuing to rub against her top. She frowned, she didn't wear bras because her breasts were practically non-existent, but she might have to start if this keeps happening.
By the time she got to her laundry room, she'd become so annoyed by the rubbing that she yanked off her dress, tossing it into the washer with the rest of her clothes and replacing it with a loose spaghetti-strap top. She frowned at her chest as the washing machine ran, her nipples still weren't going down, and her breasts looked a bit swollen. What was wrong with her today? Soon the washing machine finished, and they still hadn't gone down. She tried to ignore it as she shoved her wet clothes into the dryer...
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