Sam Makes a Beer Run

To Chris’ relief, Sam shortly disappeared after her son practically turned her tits into watermelons.

She hopped up off of the couch and stumbled away towards her bedroom, laughing with glee and amusement as her huge breasts disrupted her balance something fierce.

“I’m going to be busy with these bad boys for a while. Have fun with that new power of yours!”

She left him there with those words, while he was still in shock from it all.

Nothing felt real anymore.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there on the couch staring at the black TV screen, but eventually he stood up and decided that this was as good a time as any to throw on some clothes so he could go out for a bit and restock on beer and snacks.

That would surely help take his mind off of things.

Only, it didn’t. On his way to the supermarket, Chris couldn’t stop thinking about his dad’s app, how he used it to turn himself into one of the hottest women he’s ever seen, and how she used it on him. He was sure that the mental image of Sam's tits rapidly growing and destroying her tank top would remain a scar on his mind for the rest of his life, and Chris had to admit to himself it might've just been the greatest, hottest thing he'd ever seen before.

As he pulled up to the store, he tucked his very erect seven-inch cock into the waistband of his jeans and hoped the combo of that and his baggy black shirt would mask it long enough for it to go down.

After walking inside, not bothering to grab a basket, he walked over to the beer aisle and grabbed a thirty-pack, then made his way on over to one of the registers.

The girl working the register was familiar with him, having seen him stop by quite a bit since she started working there several weeks prior. They smiled and greeted one another, but the girl could quickly see that Chris looked more awkward and nervous than usual. Or so Chris figured, judging by the lack of eye contact she was making.

Her name was Amy, according to the nametag on her collared black shirt. She was fairly tall, just as tall as him at five-foot-nine, but she didn't have much in the way of curves, and her face was average-looking at best. Amy's long and very curly blue hair was always a treat to see though, Chris briefly thought to himself.

Unconsciously, with other things still plaguing his thoughts, his roaming gaze found itself honing in on her chest.

Using the slightest bit of his imagination, without even intending to, he mentally pictured Amy's small tits expanding like Sam's did.

Just like before, his eyes went wide when he saw a pair of perky mounds appear from underneath the fabric.

Thankfully, he found that it was easy enough to consciously stop, but the damage was already done.

"Mm." The girl ever-so-softly moaned as she typed into her little register. She clearly felt something, pausing to look down at her chest, but didn't seem to immediately realize anything was different. "O-Okay, that'll be $23.59 after taxes."

Chris paid with one of his dad’s cards, doing everything he could to keep a straight face.

As he left, he glanced back at Amy, who was readjusting her small bra in confusion.

This time, Chris made a conscious effort to imagine her breasts growing, and grow they did.

There was a loud yelp from across the store as Amy's tits swelled to the size of basketballs in an instant, breaking the bra underneath her very stretched out shirt.

Chris struggled to keep from running out of the store like he'd left a flaming bag on someone's doorstep.

"Okay, that was awesome." He laughed to himself as he jogged to his car with an erection.