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?

Sharon looked down and saw her breasts starting to swell. At first she was frightened. Then a sudden rush of emotion swept over her. She felt more confident the more they grew. Jim was seeing little movement come from within her blouse. Soon he heard a loud snap. Her bra had busted but the shirt was be filled with massive tit flesh. Finally she stood up and her mams flew out of her shirt.