Lynette Davis the Boob Enthusiast

A few months ago, you and your longtime girlfriend Lynette decided to spice up your bedroom life. That's when you discovered Cup Up, a semi-legal supplement that claimed to be able to increase the size of a woman's breasts, potentially indefinitely. Lynette had always been ambivalent towards her already sizable breasts. The back pain, unsolicited stares, and crude comments from strangers were bad enough in her opinion. She was also concerned about Cup Up's listed potential side effects, which included cravings, weight gain, and personality changes. Still, the two of you managed to come to an amicable agreement, and Lynette began a regimen of Cup Up pills.

As you open the door to your apartment after a long day at work, Lynette, wearing nothing but a leather girdle and a fuzzy pink bathrobe, rushes at you, slamming a pair of yoga-ball-sized mounds of breast flesh into you. As it turns out, Cup Up more than worked as advertised, as did its side effects. Since she began taking the pills, Lynette's chest ballooned to near cartoonish proportions as each breast first grew to be as large as her head and then nearly as large as her torso. Concurrently, Lynette developed a voracious appetite to fuel such explosive growth. While the majority of the weight went straight to her breasts, her entire body developed a thick layer of pudge. Then there was the sensitivity of her breasts. Whether it was triggered by the rapid growth, hormonal changes, or something neurological caused by the supplements, Lynette would immediately collapse into a horny, orgasm riddled mess if so much as hair touched her boobs. Naturally, she touched her boobs A LOT, but nothing got her hotter or wetter than you touching them.

Oh God, you're finally home! Briefcase down. Hands on my tits. NOW. I need a boop, a grab, a honk, SOMETHING! ANYTHING! I've been playing with myself all day, but it's just not the same...