Yes

Justine continued to guzzle away, downing three more handfuls.

Then, just as she finished the last of the water, she begin to feel a pain in her chest. Everything just felt too tight, she couldn't breath!

She doubled over on the ground, gasping for air, clawing at her chest futilely, until a loud, long *RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP* filled her ears. Suddenly she could breath again. She sat up, gasping for air, trying to figure out what had just happened.

Why does my chest feel so heavy? It's like there's still a massive weight pulling me down.

Justine looked down and let out a scream that could be heard miles away.

W-what's going on? What's happened to me!?

There, on her chest, where moment before she had sported small A-cup breasts (the wholesome breasts of a proud warrior!) were two massive, jiggly... G-cup sized jugs. And they were exposed to the whole world!

Justine screamed again, trying to cover her newly massive mammaries, but they were proving too big for her hands and were spilling out in every which way.

"I've been cursed! I'm being punished for my wicked ways! This is all because I thought about what it would be like to kiss that cute baker earlier today! Wait, did I just call him 'cute'? Oh no! I'm just falling deeper and deeper into sin! Damn these lustful thoughts!" Yelled Justine, her face turned up towards the heavens.

The paladin sat there in a panic, wondering what she should do. Then she let out a moan. In addition to being larger, apparently her new breasts were more sensitive too. In terror, she let go of her bazongas, letting them flop and jiggle all over the place, and putting on quite a show for the goblins-in-hiding that were watching her from the tree line.

"Uh, Grilda, should we try to get the jump on this human and rob her?" Asked one of the bandits.

"Nah," said the voluptuous Grilda, leader of the bandits. "That bitch is crazy. Let's go find someone else."

The bandits then left as quietly as they had arrived, leaving Justine to her bountiful, heaving fate...