Pretend to Be Surprised About It

Figuring that you can surprise the hell out of Roxie and make your move when she's recovering from the shock, you fall backwards off the log. Squirming on the ground, you bring your hands up to your chest and let it grow a bit.

"Roxie!" you cry. "Something's happening to me!"

Spinning around, Roxie stares dumbfounded as your growing tits pull the fabric of your white tank top tight.

Now that you've got her attention, you allow them to start growing slowly and steadily as you start to moan. You don't have to fake the pleasure you feel at the sensation of the growth. The tit-pussies, still hidden by your shirt, rub against the fabric sending electric shocks through your entire body.

"My god," you say with softball sized tits in your hands. "It feels so good."

"Shit!" cries Roxie. "What do I do? What do I do?"

You beg her to help you as the fabric grows tighter over your chest. Roxie races to your side and grabs the bottom of the shirt and pulls it up to expose your inflating mams. She gasps at the glistening pussies at the crests, their rock hard clits jutting out through the folds of sensitive flesh.

"Fuck," she says, completely dumbfounded. "Does it hurt?"

You run a long finger over the outer lips of the left one as beads of sweat form on your furrowed brow. It feels so intensely good that you almost forget your objective until they finally reach their full size. You are tossed slightly by a small tittoral orgasm as you continue to rub your hands over your soft meaty flesh.

Roxie stares down at you, her eyes wide. "C - Can I touch them?"

She reaches out cautiously and grazes an outer lip with her finger. You take in a chunk of air as yet another jolt rocks through you.

"This is too wierd," she says. "How could this happen? Is there anything I can do?"