“That’s the last of it!” said Jordan, grinning as he splattered the last of the growth cream across his own huge, swollen breasts. Tossing the bottle across the room he groped his boobs and began rubbing it into his chest, enjoying the ecstasy of feeling his knockers swell even bigger in his hands. Grabbing his nipples and teasing them with a gentle shrug, his legs shook as his wet pussy began to drip between his thighs.

Jordan had had a crush on his French teacher Miss laurent who was a gorgeous brunette MILF with an incredible ass, but her chest was flat as a pancake. Fantasizing one night while masturbating, he couldn't help but imagine what she would look like with a big pair of hooters and burying his face in them. Remembering that his mom always talked about how his grandmother was an infamous witch, he decided to head up to the attic and dig through an old box of her stuff when he uncovered a dusty old spellbook and a tube of something labelled ‘Growing Cream’. After testing out the cream on his own cock, and watching it lengthen from 6 inches to nearly a foot long, he began to formulate his plan: use a spell to jump into Miss Laurent’s body after class and slather her boobies in cream until it was the size of her head. He could then take all the photos he wanted and leave, giving him and his classmates plenty to stare at the next day.

Finishing lathering his tits and watching them grow to a huge pair of grapefruits with thick nipples (at least a K-cup) he posed in the mirror and began to giggle as he enjoyed the view, bouncing up and down as they jiggled and slapped against his ribcage. Moving on to take a handful of sexy photos in various revealing poses, he noticed that it looked like his breasts were still growing. Looking down at his chest, he could see that his cleavage was slowly but surely becoming longer and deeper. Ignoring it briefly and assuming it was some minor aftermath, he continued snapping pictures until they suddenly surged forward, swinging past his chest and throwing off his balance. Now weighing like a pair of bowling balls and getting worse by the second he dropped his phone and began searching for the bottle, panicking as he crawled around on his hands and knees in desperation. Eventually struggling to drag his ripe pumpkin-sized boobs across the floor, the friction of his nipples dragging across the carpet began sending shock waves of pleasure through his body, forcing him to stop every few seconds to bask in the incredible glow of sexual stimulation before he could continue. Finally finding the bottle in the corner of the room, he began desperately scanning the package for any way to reverse it before he was rendered immobile by the world's largest tits.

‘DO NOT APPLY EXCESS CREAM TO BODY. MAY RESULT IN RAPID AND IRREVERSIBLE CHANGES.’ it read. “Oh fuck!” Jordan cried as he stumbled back over to the spellbook, his exercise ball-sized breasts finally slowing their expansion as he flipped through the pages. Struggling to even reacfcah it against the impossibly crippling girth of his humongous hooters, the reversal spell wasn’t working! Finally reading the fine print he hadn’t bothered to check, he saw that it specified all body possession changes were one-way and permanent. Defeated, he buried his face in his humongous cleavage, tears streaming into the depths of his cleavage the lower half of his vision dominated by mountains of pillowy flesh...

“Hello class, I have good news: After an unexpected week-long hiatus Miss Laurent is back!” the substitute teacher announced, opening the door to the French classroom. All eyes were on their French teacher as a pair of two huge, squishy orbs squeezed through the doorframe, an embarrassed-looking, insanely endowed young brunette woman entering with the most enormous bazongas the students had ever seen. Every boy’s jaw dropped as as they stared gobsmacked at her chest, crammed into a XXXXL-sized men’s button-up shirt that was straining at the seams with an enormous window of cavernous cleavage poking out the top. Nobody spoke as she individually lugged her breasts with both hands up from her knees and onto the teacher’s desk to rest, cup-sized nipples tenting the fabric at the front. “A-alright class...” Jordan stuttered, grabbing a piece of chalk to begin making notes which immediately fell in between his big boobies. “W-whoops!” he whispered, looking around nervously.

The class began whispering between themselves, before one boy volunteered. “I’ll fish it out for you, miss!”