This size specifically.

..Stay at the size she was; she thought they were the perfect roundness. Misty didn't want a bust the size of large zeppelins, but she did have a bosom that nobody---naturally, anyways---could compare to. These were breasts one could write ballads about, and they were all for Misty.

Doing the same thing as before, Misty moved herself from the bed. At the side of it, Misty posed at a mirror on the far corner, right of the bed.

"Now what can I do to keep them at this size, but not let them grow to-" Misty's thought was cut off as she felt her breasts grow with ****. The sudden growth caused the instructor to briefly fall back onto her bed. Like balloons, Misty watched her growth continue forward. Struggling to breath outward, Misty stayed on her back. Finally, did the sudden growth end, and the feeling of the slow growth begin again.

Like perky mountains, her boobs didn't sag at all. Just going pointing towards the heavens, or in this case, the hotel room roof. Heaving herself to the side, towards the bed's foot, Misty regained her breath.

"Yowza; see, this is what I'm talking about. Way too big for my tastes." Misty could still hear her boobs filling like a cup under a faucet. She then used her left arm, which she was on at the moment, to push herself upwards. Using her right foot to brace herself, as her ponderous bags of milk landed with her.

Legs spread apart, and boobs jiggling, Misty would've been a spectacle to behold. It would be unfortunate if someone came to see her.

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