Her nipples could use some weight.

Duromast reaches out and takes hold of Cinnamon's hugely expanded nipples. The growth potion caused them to grow as long and thick as d-cell batteries. He pulls them downward, stretching her nipples, areola, and tits down even further than where they hang naturally. Then, with a firm grip on her nipples he begins to shake them, apart and together, apart and together. The motion sends waves through her soft breasts, making them clap together with a wet slapping sound. Cinnamon pants through her mask, occasionally grunting at an especially sharp slap now and then. She knows her place now though is to just say silent as her master entertains himself with her body. After a few minutes of this though, he feels something is missing.

The demon keeps a cabinet sized rolling toolbox nearby, filled with the tools of his trade, from which he pulls a pair of alligator clamps. The wicked looking clamps are larger then average with sharp teeth that keep them from slipping. Holding them both open at the same time he carefully surrounds her nipples with the jaws then releases them, letting them spring close with a snap. Cinnamon yelps in pain, her panting growing more frantic as the pain in her nipples blooms, spreading up into her breasts.

Then before she has a chance to grow accustomed to the feeling of the clamps on her nipples the demon attaches two, foot long lengths of chain to them. The chains are terminated with round two and a half pound iron weights, pulling her nipples down harshly. The tortured **** girl gasps at the added weight and starts to squirm in discomfort. A fatal mistake on her part as it sends the heavy weights swaying like pendulums, pulling hard on her tits as they sway back and forth.