She only meant to film a quick update.
Lying across the bed in the morning light, she smiled at the camera and flashed a peace sign. The formula had worked overnight — her breasts were already massive, glossy, and so heavy they pinned her to the mattress. She laughed softly. “See? All done.”
Sunlight slid across her chest.
A deep throb answered. Both breasts began swelling again, skin stretching tighter with every second. Her nipples thickened and started leaking slow drips of milk. The weight increased fast — the bed creaked, sheets pulled tight, and her arms were pushed outward as the growing mass forced them aside.
She gasped, trying to hold one back, but it only swelled harder around her fingers, rounder and heavier. Pleasure hit her hard. Her thighs squeezed together as the expansion made her wet and desperate. One breast surged ahead, ballooning massively, veins standing out under the glossy skin. It grew until it filled most of the frame, pushing right toward the camera, her face visible only in the corner — eyes wide, mouth open in a shaky moan.
She was trapped beneath it, breathing hard, completely overwhelmed.
The test wasn’t finished.
It had just entered phase two.