Breast envy, it was a real thing. It seemed like everywhere you went, there were women who were practically bursting at the seams. Pregnant women showing off the milky boobs. College students wearing skimpy clothes that hid nothing.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if you had larger breasts, the one thing you wanted from your body never materialized. Maybe it was born out of insecurity, maybe it was reasoned that you’d be happier and more confident, or maybe you wanted to flaunt them just like everyone else.

Just then you looked up into the night sky and saw a brilliant shooting star race across the horizon. You made your wish and as silly as it sounded, you hoped the universe heard you.

A week later, you found it odd that your tops weren’t fitting right and your bra was digging into your chest. Bloating? Time of the month? But that didn’t explain how by the end of the next week, you needed new bras and had jumped up by a cup size.

While at first, you were thrilled because you finally had larger breasts…they didn’t stop at a cup size. Now you’re two sizes bigger and it’s becoming more of a burden. Guys are eyefucking you now. The weight is getting to you, not to mention the costs of getting new clothes and bras.

Now you’re at work and you feel the telltale signs of a growth spurt, lately you’ve been able to see your boobs getting bigger. This isn’t what you wanted when you made that wish right?

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Hey DPP, I’m looking to play out this prompt when you getting bigger breasts and how that leads to all sorts of interesting situations.

I can play a male coworker who has a thing for you, a male neighbor who sees your growth, or GM who guides you through the potentially embarrassing situations as your tits grow bigger.

Or if you’d rather just chat about your big boob fantasies or realities, we can do that too.

Limits: death, pain, vore, gore, toilet stuff, and poorly planned NYE parties