They keep growing.

After washing up the dishes from breakfast, the next logical step in the morning is to put the coffee on, and you do just that. The coffee drips into the pot, and soon the carafe is full of piping hot coffee. You reach up to grab a cup from your cupboard, and recoil in shock as you’ve almost knocked the whole pot of coffee over. You stand back from the counter to get your bearings, and feel the same familiar pulsing, you pull the collar of your shirt out, and watch the black fabric strain to keep your now massive bust in check. You fear that one more growth spurt might spell the end for this bra. “Gotta be more careful, now, I guess...” you mutter as you carefully select your desired mug, and fill it up with coffee. just as you reach for the refrigerator handle to fetch some heavy cream, an idea crawls it’s way into your mind.