Ariel Winter's busted reality.

A faint smile formed on Ariel’s lips as she lay there enjoying the pleasant set of dreams.

Her bed covers were over her hips, Ariel’s rich dark brunette hair fell down around her shoulders and her back, framing her bare shoulders which gave way to a thin white tank top strap. That attire allowed her already pale chest to fully rest.

At D cups, Ariel Winter’s breasts were generously large on her 5'1" frame. They used to be F Cups, surgically reduced for a better quality of life. Still, her night tank top was pulled tight, a slight rise was visible from the top of her left areola where it pressed into the shirt. And as she enjoyed this dream, those breasts began to change.

First, the nipple rise reached higher and wider as Ariel's nipples grew. They grew erect, and the pokies got larger and larger. Her nipples kept getting thicker, and her areolas spread wider, their color becoming a darker pink. Simultaneously, her breast flesh began to rise within her tank top, bare breast skin lightly pooling over the sides as they each breast grew fatter. Her chest showed its growing by her cleavage deepening, the sensual line darkening in the shadow of the early morning. Her growing cleavage reached higher as the increased mass of her right breast began to push down on top of her equally swelling left.

Ariel lay there, lightly breathing as her dream carried on, her rising chest topping off at freshly blossomed F Cups.

Ariel turned in her sleep a second later, moving to lying on her back. Her larger breasts shifted, jiggling lightly then settled into a position quite heavy on her ribs.

Ariel's sleep became restless, her breath shortened due to pounds of additional **** laying on her chest. She turned in her sleep to her side again, taking longer than usual with an **** fight against increased weight. As she settled on her left side, her right breast fell onto her left one again - setting both to a jiggle.

Still not able to sleep restfully, Ariel shifted to laying on her stomach. Her heavy breasts were quickly squeezed between the mattress and her, pressing back against her and hunching her back, leaving her breasts tender. Ariel's eyes opened, and she sluggishly got up.

Or she tried to ger up. She quickly fell a couple of inches back to bed as if she was too heavy to push her upper body up. Only falling back on her heavy tits, further causing a tender pain.

Her second effort to push herself up off the bed required more ****, and she did push herself up with a grunt, and then she felt the immense pull on her chest from her breasts. She wasn't entirely unfamiliar with this, she still had D cups on her tiny body, but this was unusually painful. This shifting weight felt more like the days prior to ten years ago when she got her breasts reduced down to these Ds

Her breast reduction was much better for her rest and her overall life had been made much simpler and comfortable.

But as she dragged herself off the bed and stood, she felt fatigued, and she felt a pull on her chest where she instinctively cradled the bottom of her breasts there in her tank top to alleviate the pressure. Walking to her bathroom took a second or two longer, and she disbelievingly looked down at her chest while walking.

It was like, yeah, her cleavage looked deeper than yesterday. Was her shirt smaller?

In the bathroom she clicked on the light and looked in the mirror. Ariel Winter gasped, quickly bringing both hands to her mouth leaving her heavy breasts to pull fully down. The look was an unflattering bounce inside her restrictively tight tank top.

They were enormous.

They were huge.

Her nipples looked like she was smuggling strawberries under her shirt, and she could see the tank top pulling into her flesh close to her shoulders. Part of it tucked inside the bottom of her tits as their increased heft and jostling bounce trapped it in her underboob, exposing her tummy.

She quickly pulled her shirt up. That also took a second longer than usual, it was tough getting them up over her breasts, and she looked at them as they jostled and settled into place when her chest was finally bare.

Sure, her nipples were erect, but they'd never been this rosy and thick before. Even on her massive breasts they stuck out, at least an inch. And they were surrounded by wide, dark areola. She had had them reduced with her surgery too, and now they were big, larger than before and almost the size of a coaster.

She quickly turned sideways and gasped again. Her breasts stuck out so far! It was like someone had glued large grapefruits to her chest, side by side, magically.

She noticed her prominent underboob and side cleavage...her surgery scar was gone! She picked up her breasts in her hands, briefly awash in how much more sensitive they were, and began to feel for the scars of her surgery. They were simply gone!

It was like she had brand new breasts. Well, brand new tits.

They were brand new as if the day before she got them reduced when she was 16. Only they looked a bit softer and were somehow firm. They pulled hard on her back and shoulders and only lightly drooped.

And then her phone rang.