This choice: Their breasts start growing immediately... • Go Back...Chapter #4They drank it in public? by: elfman   "Blech!" coughed Rika. "She didn't warn us about the taste..." She choked down the last few drops under her tongue as she screwed the cap back on. She'd only managed to drink about half of it before she nearly gagged.
Renamon eyed her trainer's vial. "She *did* warn us to take only a sip, though. It looks like we both got a little overzealous."
"Oh man, you drank half too? God, I can't believe this! How could I be so foolish? And in public, too!"
Renamon steered her by the shoulder into a nearby alley. "Best keep your voice down, unless you want someone to see." As soon as the two were out of sight, the potion began its work.
"Hahh... so warm all of a sudden!" gasped Rika, her steps faltering a bit as she walked.
Renamon began to feel it, too. "I feel odd -- my heart's racing as though... like I was excited about something." The foxy digimon began to breathe faster as the inexplicable emotion took hold; it was as though she were waiting all her life for this moment.
"I feel it too!" replied Rika, and that wasn't all she felt. Now there was a tingling sensation in her breasts, much like the pins and needles you feel when your foot falls asleep. The sensation was really starting to turn her on, and she could feel her nipples becoming much more sensitive, rubbing gently against her bra. "Oohhh..."
Rika and Renamon watched as their chests began to expand, glancing from themselves to each other as the process continued, their breastflesh noiselessly accumulating while they giggled in contentment.
"Oh, YES..." moaned Rika. "I can hardly believe it, but it's really working! No more flat chest for me!" She ran her hands over her rising globes, tenderly caressing every inch as the slack in her shirt slowly diminished.
Renamon was at a loss for words. She didn't know if it was possible for a digimon of her typed to ever get to this size, but she did know that she was loving it. "Ahh. AH. AAAAH! So *blessedly* good!" She hugged her two fur-coated mounds, watching as she slowly developed cleavage, the inflation pressing against her arms.
"Mm! Still growing! Still! Grooooowwinngg..." All sense of self-control abandoned, Rika began to feel herself up in earnest, mashing her tits together, squeezing them, fingering her nips through the fabric of her shirt. She didn't even show concern when her bra finally gave up the ghost; she only paused long enough to fish it out through her collar, something which would have been quite impossible only a few seconds later, seeing as how she was expanding like an emergency raft. Her mind screamed as she surpassed the size of the stuck-up model, and even the busty witch.
The girl's partner was in a similar heaven, but not without its differences. In the back of her mind, Renamon wondered why she was so much smaller than her friend, but soon began to understand as she felt the tingling again. She laughed as she began to clutch at a second pair of bosoms, rising like bread in an oven.
Finally it stopped, and the two examined themselves fully. Renamon had two towering mammaries over a second, smaller pair. Each resembled a normal, human breast, albeit stuck onto a vixen's body and covered in white and yellow fur. They jiggled freely without a garment to contain them, and they drove her wild as they constantly rubbed against each other. Rika's two breasts were about the same size as all four of Renamon's combined, their girth having all but destroyed Rika's shirt. Her chin rested in the cleavage that oozed out of her collar, and she could feel bits of herself poking out where the side seams had split just under her arms. Her nipples tented the fabric just above the hem, leaving the bottom of her impressive new endowments exposed, along with her smooth, trim belly. She could hear creaking when she breathed.
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