Melona awoke to find a strange, warm sensation in her chest. It wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it kind of reminded her of the dream she was just having. What was she even doing there? She was--
"Getting bigger." Melona's eyes snapped open and she looked down at herself. Sure enough, her breasts were gradually swelling before her eyes. It was a slow process, but it kept going and going. Over the course of a minute or so, she had gone from flat as a board to having an average looking pair of breasts. She was fine with that; her dad once told her that "anything more than a handful was a waste." It seemed hypocritical of him, considering who he married, but--
Melona shook her head. They weren't stopping. Her bottom of her pajama top was climbing up her torso, turning itself into an impromptu belly shirt as it revealed a widening gulf of midriff.
All the while, that warm feeling was flooding her chest, filling her with a strange pleasure that she'd never felt before. Well, she had, but just not there and normally she had needed to use her hand or something with a motor, or a nearby cucu--
"No! Focus!" Melona told herself. She looked down at her chest, cupping her breasts and letting out a soft moan as she could feel herself overflowing her own hands. They had gotten so sensitive that--
She shook her head yet again. This was a dream come true, but it couldn't happen like this. With all her might, Melona focused on slowing down her boobs' growth, and found that--
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