Simply watch as your breasts continue developing

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You close your eyes and simply feel. The pressure has evolved into something more complex now—a deep, insistent ache that radiates through your chest wall, punctuated by sharp tingles as new tissue multiplies and expands. You can sense the weight developing, subtle but undeniable, pulling slightly at muscles that have never had to support anything before.

Miss Velvet remains silent beside you, and when you open your eyes again, you find her watching with rapt attention. Her pink eyes track every subtle change in your expression, every involuntary twitch as another wave of growth ripples through your developing breasts.

The swelling has become unmistakable now. Two small mounds rise from your chest, perhaps the size of plums, with your nipples darkening and becoming more prominent at their centers. The tissue feels hot and tight, stretching to accommodate the rapid expansion.

"How does it feel?" Miss Velvet asks softly, her gloved hand hovering over your left breast without quite touching. "Describe it to me, Candy."

"Heavy," you whisper, your breathy voice catching slightly. "Like there's something inside pushing out. And it aches—deep down, like growing pains."

"Good girl." Her fingers finally make contact, pressing gently against the swelling. The sensation is electric—part pleasure, part discomfort, entirely overwhelming. "You're developing beautifully. Another hour and you'll have proper A-cups."

She produces a small handheld mirror and angles it so you can see your chest. The sight steals your breath—two distinct breasts curve outward now, small but unmistakably female. Your nipples have become puffy and sensitive-looking, surrounded by slightly darker areolae.

"That's me," you hear yourself say, almost in wonder. "Those are my breasts."

"Yes, sweetness. Your breasts. A woman's breasts." Miss Velvet sets the mirror aside and checks her watch. "The serum is working faster than usual. I suspect it's because you're not fighting it—your body is cooperating with the changes rather than resisting them."

The ache intensifies suddenly, and you gasp as you feel another surge of growth. Your breasts visibly swell larger, the skin stretching taut and warm.

"Almost there," Miss Velvet murmurs, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Just a little more, and then we'll move on to making that bottom match your new chest."