Run in.

"Shannon!" you say, trying to sound convincing. You push inside the room to find Shannon groggy on the ground in front of you. Her tight ass, contained by her jeans sticks up in the air and she's face down, with huge wobbling tits rubbing on the ground.

You almost forget to react. "W... what the fuck?!" You turn around and shut the door. You try to think of the best words to say and rip the tablecloth off a nearby end table. The objects that used to be on top of it, are now scattered around Shannon.

You drape the cloth around her shoulders. "What happened to your..."

"I don't know," she says in a panic. "They just won't stop..."

You can still hear it. There's a low gurgle coming from her breasts. You can HEAR her tits growing. You try to keep your focus. "Is there anything I can do?"

She shakes her head. "I don't know... they just feel... amazing. I feel them stretching. My nipples are so sensitive... guh."

She slouches forward. "I need... attention."

You give her shoulders a tentative squeeze. "Are you asking me to--"

She turns kissing you urgently. The cloth falls away. Her erect nipples poke you through your shirt and something of yours pokes her right back. She grabs your cock through your pants. "I want this. Now."