They were sitting on the couch in Sharon's apartment. Almost as soon as she had finished drawing her finger up from between her modest b-cup breasts, where she had placed a small smear of perfume, her eyes widened in surprise.

Sharon put the bottle down as if it had burned her.

"Jim, something's wrong..."

"What?"

"My breasts feel funny..." Sharon took a quick peek down the neck of her sweatshirt.

Her eyes grew even wider, and she clamped the neckline back to her chest with both hands.

What did Sharon find?

"What??" Jim repeated.

"Omigod, Jimmy, your perfume is making me grow another BREAST!"

"Nooo..." he replied, incredulously. "That's impossible."

Sharon flipped her sweatshirt over her head, exposing her increasingly stacked chest. The third breast was just easing into place, perfectly aligned with the other two.

"See!"

How does Sharon react?