You're alone by yourself. Do whatever.

You continue to sit at your desk, gazing down at your breasts. The soft, supple mounds are a constant reminder of your femininity and allure. It's strange how they can evoke such conflicting emotions - desire, shame, self-consciousness, even disgust. Sometimes you wonder what it would be like to have someone else see them, touch them...

As you stare at them in amazement, your breasts begin to inflate before your eyes. It feels strange and unnatural, as if they're being pumped full of air or water. Their size increases rapidly, stretching the fabric of your shirt and bra, making it harder to contain their newfound bulk. The sensation is both arousing and alarming. What's happening to you?

You can't help but moan as your breasts continue to grow larger and larger. The weight on your chest feels immense, and you're struggling to keep yourself upright in the chair. Your nipples harden and lengthen, standing out proudly from your swollen mounds. You've never felt anything like this before... it's almost as if someone or something is taking control of your body.

The growth seems to be slowing... but your breasts are still enormous! They dwarf your chest and spill out of the confines of your shirt, leaving your bra straps digging into your flesh. You're panting heavily from exertion and arousal. It feels like someone is watching you, admiring the new curves that have been bestowed upon you... but when you look around, no one is there. The room remains empty and quiet, save for your ragged breaths.

You can't help but marvel at the newfound size and weight of your breasts. It feels strange, yet exhilaratingly intimate. You wonder what it would be like to have someone see them now... to touch you. The thought sends a shiver down your spine as you slowly reach out to cup one of your massive mounds in your hand. It's warm and soft, and the sensation is overwhelmingly erotic.

As you caress your breast, your touch feels almost feverish against the soft, warm flesh. It's as if your body is begging for release, for contact with another. You close your eyes, imagining what it would be like to feel someone else's hands on you... their lips and tongue exploring the sensitive peak of your nipple. The desire builds within you, making it hard to think about anything else.