“You’re seriously dumping me because my tits are too small?” Rose asked her boyfriend of two years.

“You’re seriously dumping me because my tits are too small?” Rose asked her boyfriend of two years. “To say your tits are small is underselling it,” said Max matter-of-factly.“What do you mean?”“You’re completely flat.” Rose felt like she was punched in the gut. Tears were welling up“Why are you doing this?”“I like tits. I can’t help it. Look I have to leave. I uh… have a date.”“What!?”“I’ve been seeing someone else.”“How long?”“Three months. She has great big tits. There’s no way you can compete with her.”“Get out.”“Excuse me?”“GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW!” screamed Rose pushing her now ex out of the house.Rose sat behind her front door, listening to Max drive away. She picked herself up and walked back to the kitchen. She was determined not to let her ex get to her. At the same, Max’s comments about her lack of breasts did damage her. She had heard it from other people but never thought she’d hear it come from Max. She opened a cabinet under the sink and took out a bottle of very expensive wine.She thought tonight would be the night Max would propose to her. He had talked about going to his grandmother’s house. Max’s grandmother had an old ring that Rose adored. Rose thought Max was going over there to retrieve the ring and ask her to marry him. She bought a three thousand bottle of wine to commemorate the occasion. She turned the bottle over in her hand. “Well I’m not going to let this go to waste,” Rose said as she retrieved a wine glass.Rose stood in front of the mirror looking at her rail-like figure, holding a glass of wine in her hand. Next to the mirror was an end table with pictures of her and Max. She looked at them drinking her wine. She felt something push against her gray top. She looked down and noticed her boobs were growing. “What the hell?” she asked as her breasts kept growing.It felt amazing. She started groping herself. She stopped herself and stared at the photos of Max again. “Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to enjoy this. These are all mine,” said Rose as she flipped all the pictures face down with one hand and clutching her wine glass with the other. Satisfied that “Max”  couldn’t see her, she continued groping her breasts, enjoying the sensations. “How did this happen? Was it the wine?” Rose drank the rest of her wine and gasped as she felt and watched her breasts grow again. “No way! It is the wine! Totally worth the three thousand dollars!” she yelled as her breasts ripped through her gray top.Rose jumped up and down, her naked bouncing and slapping against her stomach. “What if I give myself even bigger tits?” she thought. She skipped to the kitchen, her swollen mammaries swaying the entire way. She grabbed the wine bottle and prepared to down the whole thing, but then she stopped herself. “I have an idea.”Rose took all of Max’s framed photos and placed them face down on the coffee table. She took the bottle of wine and raised it to her lips. “Hope you like big tits, Max.” She drank the bottle. Rose felt the growth almost immediately. Her swelled down to the coffee table as she continued drinking. Her breasts pressed against the pictures as they continued swelling. Rose was drinking so much, that come spilled down her cleavage as it continued deepening.She felt the table strain against her ballooning bosom and heard frames cracking. She giggled as she drank more. The table was buckling underneath her growing tits. She knew it was only a matter of time. The table could no longer handle Rose’s growing mammaries and splintered to the floor. Her breasts were so heavy that she ended up getting pulled on top of her boobs as they grew bigger and bigger. She orgasmed as her breasts grew one final time. She passed out on top of her bed-sized breasts.She awoke a few hours later in a daze. Her hair was disheveled and her skin reeked of sweat. She rubbed her eyes and then laid her hand down on something warm. “Warm, like my boobs when- HOLY SHIT!” she yelled. “It wasn’t a dream or hallucination. It was real!” Rose began caressing her titanic breasts. She looked along her cleavage and noticed that the wine bottle was nestled deep within it. She retrieved the bottle and saw it was half-full“I could have sworn I drank the whole thing,” she said. She looked at the bottle hungrily. “Fuck it,” she said as she downed the bottle. The growth returned with a vengeance. Rose loved every minute of it. -- source link

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