FreeCodeCamp

Her stomach rumbled louder than ever, and both pairs of eyes flew to Kate’s bosom. It swelled forth at an increased rate, the designs on her sweater getting stretched and distorted. The bottom hem of her dress began to creep up her thighs, necessary to accompany her increasing size on top. “I-I’m going to be soooo big, Devon…” She wheezed, “I’m already HUGE! Look at me!” Devon had to agree with her. She had long passed the size of bowling balls. She was sporting ripe, full jiggly watermelons now, and he could actually hear her bra straining. The sweater was nothing if not sturdy, however. “That’s the plan,” He said with a smile. He saw her hem slide further up her thighs, and her breasts distended more. Her bra creaked, stitched beginning to blow. It wouldn’t be long now. He could have sworn he could see the small outline of her areolas under her sweater too big now for her bra cups, looking like small dinner plates. That bra had to go. He slowly reached out his index finger, and brought it closer and closer to the edge of her left breast. “D-Don’t…” was what she said, but her voice was pleading, her mouth hanging open, gasping. He stopped; he didn’t have to move his finger the last inch or so, she could watch as she grew to meet him. Her breasts closed the gap within seconds, pressing into his finger. It sank softly into her; it made her body quiver.