Stays the same?

The voice was cheerful as it murmurred, "The more things change the more things stay the same. A thousand years and still women worry."

"Worry about what?" Buffy asked.

"Its almost always the same. Your fears. The same as their fears. A thousand years between you and my first host and still 'is my hair the right color', 'am i tall enough', 'are my breasts large enough'." The voice chuckled.

"I wasn't-"

"Yes. You were. There is no lying to me." The voice guffawed. "I can see you thinking, feel you thinking, I am you... almost."

Buffy found her hands under the voices control, her hands raising from her crotch and grabbing hold of her breasts through the old t-shirt she wore to be last night. She moaned as her fingers suddenly pinched her nipples, tweaking, rolling, teasing them. Her moan changed pitch as her breasts suddenly flaired with heat from the inside out.

"This was one of the first thing I was asked to do. And I've done it hundred of times since then. Its not hard, merely helping nature along, you see. Watch and enjoy."

Buffy watched as her arms moved on the voices command. Her sleep shirt was discarded and her hands returned to her breasts. This time cupping and supporting them, while her thumbs idly twitched, irregularly brushing against her painfully erect nipples.

Buffy gasped as the heat that had filled her breasts built behind her nipple. Making it erotically painful to touch, or merely even bursh against. With a cry of relief the heat exploded out of her breasts thru her nipples alongside of a long arcing spurt of breast milk.

Buffy stared in shock as the stream of milk coming from her breasts trailed off. Looking down at her chest she stared in stupefaction as she watched her breasts judder and shake. She moaned as she watched her flesh swell up suddenly, jumping in her hands as they bulged out with spontaneous new mass. Her nipples bulged out, elongating and thickening as they spewed milk, her areola swelling into small mounds. She gasped as her breasts again juddered and swelled before bulging out with more mass. The little part of her mind that stayed rational noted that she had probably gone up two cup sizes in less than a minute.

"Enjoy it." The voice urged.

Buffy bit her lower lip as both of her hands returned to her control. With a strangled whine she quickly reached up and pinched her big milky nipples and pulled with a sudden twist, "OOOOOGGGHHHHAAAAWWWDDD!"

Collapsing back Buffy managed to keep hold of her nipples and kept playing with them, ignoring the spurts of milk that shot out of her. She just let herself enjoy being awash in mind melting pleasure all the while her growing breasts kept on growing and seeping milk.

Closing her eyes Buffy tried to imagine where this would end.

The former scorn she had for women with obviously fake boobs like Anna Nicole Smith or Pam Anderson suddenly felt.... like a flat girl being jealous. She had a once in a lifetime chance here for natural huge boobs. She had always said she didnt want huge boobs. But that was because she couldnt have big boobs. But if she didnt put a stop to this soon how big would she get? Pam Anderson big? Bigger?

"A thousand years and bigger has always been better." The voice whispered temptingly.