You look at yourself expectantly, searching for evidence of your hair receding or your shoes turning back to normal. Nothing happens. Just then, you notice an itching feeling in your chest. As you scratch, your hand touches a pair soft, squishy mounds.
Oh, man, this sucks. Is all you can think before the mounds balloon out into two huge breasts.
You find a moment of relief as your shirt doesn't rip apart, but instead transforms into a loosely fitting habit, a white apron covering up the front. The outline of your huge, double-G breasts is still easily visible. You turn sideways, and notice your breasts are larger than your head. You fight the urge to grope your new assets, even though you're the only one on the street right now. It wouldn't be proper...
You've got to find a way to reverse this. Why didn't it work? Your mind races, looking for a way out of this mess. What if it only works if someone else says it?
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