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Chapter 11 by ABGWrites ABGWrites

Does Cora keep growing?

She's not done!

"That's not even the best part," Cora said breathlessly.

Cora's eyes lightened another shade, now more a dull gold than brown. Her hair somehow broke free of the tie binding it into a ponytail. If she was lacking luster before Cora's hair now gloriously reflected any light. It grew long enough to drape itself around her breasts, which were heaving as though in anticipation of their incoming increase.

Cora's lips plumped, her teeth whitened and her skin was fully cleansed of any possible blemish. The years of workouts that had made her body athletic seemed to magnify. Cora's previously fit form began to become somewhat more muscular. While still supple and soft, she gained definition and volume in her musculature. Her torso shifted until she had a visible six-pack, her pectoral muscles pushed her breasts upward and her arms and legs gained slight muscular definition and mass.

A flawless, radiant smile spread across Cora's face as she lifted her hands to her breasts. Still confined in a bra, her tits began their gradual, jiggling journey outward. Cora grabbed her shirt and with her newfound strength tore the garment to shreds with one yank. Still, her burgeoning breasts were confined in a plain beige bra. Each passing second caused more titflesh to bulge over her cups.

As Cora's breasts began to overwhelm her poor bra she let out a moan. She felt her breasts overwhelm the bra entirely, pushing it up and over until they were revealed in all their naked glory. Pert and perky pink nipples capped her breasts which Cora couldn't help but massage. The motion and increased muscle on her torso caused her bra to snap and fall to the floor with the remainder of her clothing.

Cora felt her breasts pulse larger and larger in her hands. As her growth came to a halt it was clear her tits were just a little too large for her hands. Still, she massaged herself and let out another moan. Having watched the display, Vanessa let out a shriek which brought Cora back to the present.

Cora was panting, sweating and stark naked. In her haze, she guesstimated she stood at around 6'2" and her breasts had stopped somewhere in the F-cup range. Still smiling, Cora planted her right hand on her hip and cocked it to the side.

"How's that for mousy?"

What happens next?

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