>Yeah fuck no

You put your hand to cup one of them, just to gently feel it.

It's still sensitive as shit, but it's manageable.

But when you look at your hands... no shot.

Your fingers are spreading farther apart.

You put your hand to the wall to support yourself as you feel the weight of them increasing.

The water balloons continue to fill. They're not just growing downwards but also starting to perk outward.

You lean over placing both hands on the bed, letting the girls hang.

They continue to expand downwards. As you shift, they swing side to side.

You shutter as you feel sweat dripping down them. The sweat almost feels like a bunch of soft fingers tracing the skin. It works its way down and slowly drips off each nipple like two leaky faucets.
As two small pools of sweat form on the sheet, you hear the scientist speak.

"Yup, we're looking at some Double-D's right now."

You look up at him. He has a chart pulled up on his computer that he's looking at for reference.
You sit down on the ground, leaning your back against the bed. You cup the bottom of one of your tits and feel it expand in your hand.

The water balloons look like they're about to burst. They're full, but still perky. They don't stay DDs for long.

You cross your arms under the mountains. They look like two big sacks.

You stand up. Now they really swing back and forth. They claps against your skin as you elevate.
You pace around the room. They both swing side to side. The compressed fat is still melting into them.

Somehow, no matter how big they get, they're still a perfect shape. They keep their perk, as well as a consistent round form. People like to call tits melons, but these genuinely look like two watermelons attached to you.

You take a moment to lay down on the bed. The melons spread out.

Have you ever seen those videos where a YouTuber sees how much they can fill up a water balloon, and then they just have a giant water balloon sitting in their backyard? That's what the tits look like right now.

"You see, the process of growing this much in such a short amount of time requires an unreasonable amount of energy." The scientists says. "So you must be at least a little hungry?"

He's right, you're starving. You get up from the bed. Your tits clapping as you move, sweat bouncing off of them. There's still a sense of pressure, you don't know if they're still growing or not, but none-the-less you move on.

You make your way to the food, sweat still dripping down your tits. The food doesn't even smell that good. What's wrong with you? Has the gas been going this whole time?

"Nothing appeals to you?" He says.

you genuinely can't think of a single food on this planet that you would want to eat right now.

"Here, I have something you might like." Through the small window, he slides a cup with a liquid in it.

Without thought you instantly drink it. It was the first thing in a while that you actually wanted to have, and it definitely hit the spot.

It's salty, with a nice and hot- and holy shit it's cum, you just swallowed cum.

You try to stick your finger in your mouth to make yourself through up, but it doesn't work.

"You asshole! You gave me cum?"

"You drank it!" he responds. "Now I need to warn you..." he turns the gas off, having done it's job. "The semen you just consumed contains an extremely high dosage of aphrodisiacs..."

"Huh? Holy shit actually? How much?"

He looks at his clipboard to see the actual dosage number. "Enough to make a horse want to fuck its hay bail."