Accidently wreck the house with her boobs!

As she stomps through the small hovel; she fails to pay attention to her growing bosom. Her boobs, now barely contained by her patchy dress, end up knocking over some of the bowls left out on the counter. She immediately rushes to pick it up, only for her breasts to hit the counter. She reels back in pain, which leads to her tripping and crushing a chair under her weight. When she tries to get up, she falls again and her boobs end up crushing the other chair. She tries to get up again, this time trying to steady herself on the table.

As she tries to catch her breath and take a look at the mess she left behind. However, she’s too flustered to hear the table creaking under her weight. Soon, that gives way too. Her boobs crash through the table, shattered into four pieces. Her massive boobs soften her fall, but that’s all they do. Helena hits the floor, knocking the air out of her. She spends some time lying on her boobs, breathing heavily while recovering from that whirlwind of craziness. Starting on all fours, she slowly gets to her feet. She stumbles a little as she pushes herself off the floor, grabbing her knees to keep herself from falling over again. Her arm shakes as she slowly stands upright, adjusting to the weight of her growing bosom. Grunting and panting as she struggles to stand up straight. She breathes out, finally managing to stand up straight. Looking down at her chest, she finally realized her husband is right; she is growing. They’ve definitely gone up a cup size or two. Her dress had completely torn and fallen off during her struggle to stay upright, lost somewhere among the debris. Speaking of, she covers her mouth in shock at the mess she created.

Broken wooden planks are scattered around the floor, the broken legs of the chairs sinking into the dirt floor. The chair her butt crashed into only had two of the legs snapped off. The chair her boobs crashed into was completely shattered. Helena could barely recognize it as a chair, but that doesn’t even compare to the mess that was the table. Oh, the table was completely shattered. Broken into four pieces, with half the legs snapped off and sinking into the dirt floor. She looked at the mess, fearing what her husband would do if he saw what she did. She wouldn’t have to wonder for long. Soon she heard the front door open and her husband walking into the house.

“Don’t worry, I’m taking a little break. I’ll go back to work soon-“ Jason stopped in his tracks as he entered the living room and saw the mess. He looked at his broken furniture, then at his wife's naked form. He had way too many questions, and had no idea how to ask them. Helena is standing still, her mind frozen in fear. She believes she had two options; explain herself and apologize with all her heart, or run from her husband’s wrath.