Don't Take Any Chances - Fill The Canteen

With a quick glance over your shoulder, you check to be certain that Roxie is still inside the tent. Then, grabbing the canteen, you lift your white top and squeeze a few tablespoons of your silvery lifeblood into the canteen. You run your tongue over the edge to clean any spillage off the metal surface, then reach into your pocket and come out with a small slip of paper.

A smile crosses your lips as Roxie comes out of the tent. She notices the grin and asks, "What are you grinning at?"

With a wink, you slide the slip of paper into the mouth of the canteen.

"You brought some acid with you?" she asks, knowing your penchant for hallucinogenic ****.

"Better than that," you smile, handing your friend the canteen.

Roxie takes it from you and drinks heartily, having no reason to doubt your intentions. She frowns for a moment, curious about the strange taste in her mouth. You almost say something, but Roxie seems to work it out on her own before handing the canteen back to you.

Knowing that the liquid won't effect you, you take only a small swig but act as if you are gulping it down eagerly before handing it back. The canteen passes back and forth several more times before it is empty. Roxie is already being effected by the ****, her hand rubbing her belly, a slight frown on her full lips.

"You okay?" you ask, knowing full well that she is being filled with lusty images.

Looking up at you, Roxie replies, "This is working awfully fast."

You nod. Pushing your chest forward slightly, you allow your breasts to snap back to their mammoth sizes with one sudden bulge. Roxie stares dumbly as your tank top stretches to its limits. She closes her eyes, shakes her head, then looks again. She is stunned to notice that your mammoth tits are still there staring back at her.

"Woah," she says. "That's intense."

"You find something fascinating about my tits?" you ask, feigning insult at her ogling.

"Th - they just grew."

Looking down at yourself, you pretend that you can't see any difference in them, but inside, you glow with a warm feeling of power your new breasts afford you. With one deft motion you pull your top over your head, your titty clits hardening instantly in the cold night air.

"They look normal to me," you say.

Roxie is stunned, her hand reaching out and touching the outer folds along the crest of one of your massive breasts. You let out a moan as one of her fingers brushes over the swollen clit. Realizing what she has just done, she pulls her hand back and look up at your eyes.

"I - I'm sorry," she stutters. "I'm really tripping hard, here."