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The Mistake Dean found himself walking through the Quad in almost a daze, bumping into people left and right. All the traffic that was zipping around him couldn't sway his mind from it's current course. That afternoon, Dean had been to a little five and dime store, run by a old black woman who was very sweet. She had so many wrinkles that it was had to tell where her lips were, but her voice had been soft and understanding. As soon as Dean had entered the store, the woman had walked up to him and said, "I know what you are looking for." This startled Dean, but not looking to cause the woman grief, he followed her to the back of the store. There, she opened a little chest and pulled out a green ornate glass vial that was filled with about 30 speckled little candy-like pieces. He had begun to ask what this was all about, but the woman just moved her hands to her lips and grinned at him, her eyes sparkling like a diamond. She put the vial into his hands and he could feel her tough, worn skin scrape against his. After leading him up to the register, she rang up ten cents on the old, dusty machine. Dean, not wanting to be rude, Dug into his jeans pocket and brought out two nickles and placed them on the counter. Not able to supress his curiousity any longer, he asked, "But what are these? And why do you think I wan..." "Those are what we call "Ego boosters" round these parts. Mind you only take as many as you think you need. They only last for a while, so you be sure and save them, you here?" With that the old lady turned around and headed for another customer that had wandered in the door. Dean took the vial and placed it in his front pocket, then headed out the door. That was an hour ago. Since then, all Dean could concentrate on was what the woman had said and what he was going to do. BLAM! Dean slammed to the ground after letting out a "ummmph" from someone impacting into his side. He rolled over on the grass to see a pair of shapely legs reaching toward the sky, a sleek pair of rollerblades attached to the end of them. The legs fell to the ground, revealing the familiar face of Liz, beginning to get red with anger and embarresment. "Hey bud, why don't you....oh...Hi Dean." Liz recovered. "I didn't mean to run into you like that. You really should watch where you're going though." Dean had gotten to his feet and was helping Liz up, but since she wasn't quite adept with her blades yet, the process was proving difficult. Desperate to try and get her from her prone possition in the middle of all this foot traffic, he stood over her legs and grabbed both her arms and heaved up. Liz managed to get to her feet, only to lose balance and begin falling backward, taking Dean with her. The two of them landed on the ground in a highly awkward position, and Liz being the flirt she was, couldn't pass it up. "Say Dean, is that a Life-Savers in your pocket or are you just glad you saw a football player?" "Funny," retorted Dean, "No, I just stole your dildo and you caught me." After a minute, they were able to untangle themselves and Liz undid her blades in order to remain verticle. As she was doing so, Dean stood there and admired her shape. She was about 5'5", shoulder length curly blond hair, pale green eyes, and was wearing a blue flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off , two sizes too big for her frame, with it tucked into her cut-off jeans. S ing up after removing the blades, she walked towards Dean and gave him a hug. "Haven't seen you in a while. I thought I saw you...what is this lump n here?" she asked as she shoved her hand into the front pocket with the vial. "Oh, just something I got today." Dean replied, trying to act nochallant. Liz retrieved the vial and held it up to the sun. She rattled it around and then made like she was going to open it. Dean started to say something, but seeing that he was concerned about it, Liz hid it from Dean's sight. "Is this for some special girl?" Liz teased. "No...it's...ummm...for me, actually."stammered Dean. He was beginning to get a little concerned, for he knew not what they actually were, and didn't want Liz to know. His brain was quickly trying to find an explaination that would satisfy her curiousity and return the vial to him without incident. "Is it some sort of drug?" "No...it's..candy actually. Very old candy that I'm going to test in Chemistry to see if I can determine it's ingrediants." Dean smiled inside after giving such a good answer on the spot. That should do it, he thought. "Well, I'll see if I can help,"answered Liz as she popped out the cork and chugged down a pill before Dean knew what was happening. His heart froze as he saw he do this and he lept toward her in vain, thinking he could possibly hit her in the back or something if she started to gag. But she didn't. She swallowed the candy in nothing flat and told him it tasted like it was cherry. Dean watched nervously as Liz smacked her lips and thanked him for the treat. She seemed to be ok, and as a little time went by, nothing happened. Dean felt relieved, but not enough that he didn't worry about getting back the rest of the vial. "Hah hah...ok...joke's over. Gimme back my candy." Liz pulled back and teased him with the vial, not letting him reach it. Then she got a mean look on her face and said, "You wouldn't be getting all worked up like this over some science project. This is just some silly candy you got at the store and you didn't want to share with little ole me. Well, just for that..." Dean watched in horror as Liz emptied the entire contents of the vial into her mouth, chewwing the pills and eventually swallowing them. Liz let out a big sigh as the last of it went down and she pat her tummy like a little child and said, "All gone." Dean waited for her to drop dead or clutch her heart from a seizure or anything, but as she picked up her rollerblades and slung them over her shoulder, she seemed to be fine. He stood there silent as Liz returned the glass vial to him and then gave him a short kiss on the lips, saying, "That will teach you not to share." Liz began to say her goodbyes, but Dean wouldn't hear of it. He insisted on walking her back to her apartment. Liz pointed out that it was no where near his place and that he would be late for the class if he did walk her back. But given his concern for what had just happened, his mind could not be changed. The pair walked amongst the crowd of students changing classes, Liz watching carefully where she stepped now that she was barefooted. Dean watched closely out the corner of his eye during the walk, but it was tough since everyone was bumping and jarring the two. Halfway across...Dean ran into a friend who was heading to class, so he decided to stop and ask him to get the notes from that day and the pair stood there, swaping instructions and phone numbers. Meanwhile, Liz stood there witha bored expression on her face as the two men chatted. Checking to make sure they weren't looking at her, she re-adjusted her new elasto-bra she had gotten the previous day. It was guarenteed to make a bust look bigger, and that was something she wanted. Her B-cupped figure was something she wasn't proud of, although no one had ever said anything bad about it, it was just something she wished was different. She knew that bust size was not important and she really didn't want a guy liking her due to the size of her chest, but to be able to wear a strapless dress and not have it fall down all the time was something she dreamed of. She fixed her "unbreakable" bra and then scanned a look around the moving crowd to see if anyone she knew was about. Standing on her toes after she thought she saw her roommate heading to class, she dropped back to her heels and noticed something was a bit different; her chest bounced a little. She repeated the movement and again she felt a unfamiliar bounce in her bosom. Attributing it to her new bra, she gave it no furthur thought until she felt a building tingling sensation around her private parts. Thinking she was experiencing a hot flash, she quickly began to think of dead kitten as such, but the sensation continued to get stronger. She was starting to get really... horny? This couldn't be. There was no reason for this at all, but she was really getting worked up. Even her nipples were tingling a bit, and as she secretly moved her arm across her chest in a quick motion to try and numb the feeling, she was shocked to feel more resistance there then there should have been. Slowly, she looked down at her shirt, and saw nothing different at first, cause she had on a oversized shirt, but when she ran her hands down the sideof it to stretch it taught, she was surprized to see her figure looking more like a C-cupped girls then her own, even with her new bra. Quickly she raised her head and shut her drooped-open mouth, making sure no one was watching her. As she looked around, she centered her attention on her chest mentally, lightly jumping up and down so no one could notice her. Again she was answered with even more bobbing motion, even after she stopped moving. Something was definately happening. Liz tried desperately to get her mind off this, thinking she was either halusinating or going crazy, and she began picking the flecks of dirt off her rollerblades, centering all her attention on that task. But as time wore on, the tingling feeling was still coming on strong and her intermit ant brushes against her own chest were making it clear that she was indeed experiencing something. She dropped her roomkeys that she was using on her rollerblades and bent over to pick them up. When she got vertical again, she noticed that the strain on her bra was beginning to pull the straps into her skin a little bit. Glancing down again at her chest, she gasped at the sight of her own chest beginning to actaully show in this large shirt, a sight which has never been. She then decided that it was time to take matters into her own hands. Liz bent over slightly so that she didn't show anymore, and nervously tapped Dean on the shoulder. Dean turned around and looked at her. She smiled slightly and said, "Dean, hon, I gotta get going...do you think you could talk with him later?" When Dean started to explain that he needed to make sure that his friend understood everything that he needed, Liz gave up and whispered, "I'm having a little trouble." Dean looked at her quizically, and then thought that she needed to go to the bathroom and told her to hold it. She then gave up on trying to hide her problem and stood up a bit straighter and gave Dean a quick look at her "growing concerns." Instantly Dean told his friend good-bye and started walking swiftly with Liz under his arm, she walking a little hunched over to try and conceal her chest. Dean whispered, "What are you doing? You trying to get me all excited with those fake.. "They're not fake, Dean...something is happening to me...my breast are growing..I can actaully feel them inflating. What's going on? Wait.. What was in those pills I took?" Dean explained the whole story to her as they tried to make it quickly across the quad. Liz punched him in the arm when he told her about the pills, telling him he should have warned her. Dean tried to plead his case, but it didn't matter now. Liz's chest was near a D-cup now, and she noticed that they seemed to be expanding faster as time passed. She was almost walking with her back hunched at a 45 degree angle now so that she didn't show any curves, looking rather silly. Dean dove his hand into his pocket and retrieved the vial again. He studyied it, trying to find anything on it that might help, and noticed some writting on the bottom of the cork. It read: Ego Builders: Take one each night and triple your doubt. Find happiness and all will be as it should. Dean thought carefully and then realized what was happening: Liz must have doubted that her chest attracted men and they were now tripleing in size, but she had taken 30 pills, so that meant... "Oh my god!" both Dean and Liz said as they figured out the meaning. Liz started breathing heavy, which wasnt' helping conceal her chest. Dean could do nothing but continue walking faster towards Liz's place. Maybe there he could find the number of the store and call and get some answers to Liz's problems. Now across the Quad, Dean decided to take the untravelled backroads to get her home, so as to not draw any more attention to her. As soon as they were out of sight, Liz stopped o FOR a second to catch her breath. She stood upright and Dean's eyes widened as he saw for the first time Liz's breasts, now near DD sized. Her flannel shirt looked almost perfect for her now, not too loose or tight, just right for her figure. Liz saw this too and looked in the reflection of a parked car's window to see her new shape. A quick feeling of awe and liking faded fast when she realized that they were not stopping. Her bra straps were really starting to dig into her sides a bit, but she didn't feel like undoing the front clasp and have herself swinging free. She noticed Dean' s eyes affixed on her chest and again the sensations of her almost throbbing crotch began to wash over her, but both of them quickly untranced and continued their trek to her place. Deciding to run, the two began a trot towards the high-rise apartment complex not one block away. Liz drapped her left arm over her chest to keep it from bouncing around, but so much of it was now there that is was tough. Dean noticed too that he was getting a bit hard himself, and chastized himself for getting excited at Liz's expense. As they approached the lobby, Dean left Liz outside to make sure the coast was clear. Liz stood out of sight and surveyed herself. Her bra was not getting any tighter on her now, just stretching out. She stood upright and stared at her chest. She could actaully see her shirt moving slowly outward from her body, her inflating boobs pushing it away. As she watched, she could start to see the space between the buttons begin to spread apart slightly. Fearing she might lose her shirt before getting to her room, she placed her hands on her chest and pressed them into her. Instantly waves of pleasure washed over her as her hands mashed her enlarged nipples into her own breast. She could feel some fluid rushing inside her tits, blowing them up like balloons. The weight of the fluid was great, but for some reason her chest wasn't sagging that much. She pressed harder and again pleasure swam through her chest and down to her privates. Already wet, she noticed that each push made her even wetter. Dean came out and gave her the all clear sign. Liz removed her hands and her breasts filled out to their normal possition, making Dean almost cum right there. Her boobs were as big as volleyballs, and even her could see that they were inflating a bit. Liz walked behind Dean past the front desk and over to the elevator that Dean had waiting for them. "Now why did I have to live on the 16 floor?" thought Liz. The doors closed and up shot the elevator. Dean turned to ask Liz if she was alright. Liz smiled weakly and said she felt no pain somehow, but that she thought that they'd better hurry up and get to her room, cause she could feel herself getting bigger even faster and that her shirt was getting too tight. As if on cue, the elevator stopped on 4 and the doors started to open. A group of 6 guys going out to play B-ball started to pile in, and Dean though quickly and manuvered Liz into the back corner with his back pressed against her front to conceal her. He could feel her erect nipples through his t-shirt and also her breasts inflating, pushing her into his back. Liz almost moaned at the torrent of pleasure this was causing her and she almost forgot what was happening to her. She started moving her chest up and down very slightly, rubbing her nipples against Dean's shirt and the inside of her own bra. She could feel her breasts filling out more and more, sliding inside her already too tight bra which was barely holding in anything more then her aeorla and nipples now, she thought. She could see her cleavage now through the holes in her shirt-buttons-spaces. Looking at the number board, she saw that they were nearing level 9 when she felt strange again, like a new wave of electricity shooting through her system. She hoped maybe that was signaling the end of the growth, but instead, as she looked down, she realized that she was blowing up even faster now. Holding in her breath, she grabbed Dean's shoulders and pressed him into her as tight as she could, hoping to prolong the life of her already skin-tight shirt. Dean, shocked by what he felt, started to move forward a bit to turn around and see what was happening, and as soon as he moved far enough away so Liz's breasts could move out, the middle button of her shirt popped off violently, exposing part of her white bra and her expanding breasts. Dean felt the button hit him about the time he heard the POP and decided to stay where he was and hide Liz. He pressed into her hard and noticed that her boobs were growing faster now. They had to be about the size of basketballs by now, he figureed. Speaking of basketball, the guys hit floor 14 and pilled off to go get a buddy of theirs to the game, leaving the two alone again. "Dean, I'm getting too big," sobbed Liz, "My breasts are gonna pop out of my shirt soon." "I know I know...we are almost there." reassured Dean. The elevator stopped and the pair got out, Liz continuing to hold onto dEAN's back like a little babe. They walked down to her room and Liz handed up her key to Dean. He quickly opened the door and they both dove into the room. Slamming and locking it behind them, Dean turned to look at Liz. Her breasts were streching the shirt to it's utmost limits now, the fabric noticibly becoming more and more thin. Liz stood there watching her chest inflate, not knowing what to do about it. She grabbed her self again and tried to push in, but her tits were too sensitive to the touch now. Everytime she touched herself, she nearly came in her shorts. Liz's shirt was so tight that Dean could she the imprint around her front of the too small bra all around the circumfrence of her bust. Liz just stood there with her hands near her chest, wanting to hold them in, but knowing if she did it would drive her crazy. "Dean...call the store!" Liz gasped. Dean stood motionless as he noticed the second button beginning to quiver a bit. Liz looked down just in time to see it pop off too, careening around the room. Her breasts spilled out of her shirt a bit now, and modesty took over. She reached around and tried to block Dean's view, but too much flesh was there, and it was still growing. "Dean!" shouted Liz and Dean snapped out of his mammary trance and grabbed the phone book. Liz took in short breathes now, trying to to expand her chest anymore then it already was. Soon, Dean found the number and dialed the place up. "I feel it....I'm gonna pop another one." gasped Liz and she shot her hand to her front to try and hold her shirt together, but she was too late. The third button exploded away before her hands got there and now Dean could see half her chest exposed through the opening in her shirt. Her taught bra stretch ed like a string around a water balloon across the center of the opening, still able to hold in Liz's enormous, watermelon sides breasts. A woman answered the phone and Dean quickly spilt the details. She sighed and reminded him of her warning, then told him that there was nothing she could do, that they would just have to run their course until they finished. "What then," asked Liz when Dean told her the news. The woman told Dean that in this case, they first might want to make sure that they were away from people if possible, to save her embarresment. Dean told her they were, and then was interupted by Liz's moan. He turned to see that Liz was holding her head, and looked quite dizzy. Her boobs swayed a bit as she totters, and then she shook her head and told him she was ok, that she had just had another hot flash. The woman overhead this and told Dean that that meant that the next pill had worn off and that the next one was about to kick in. Dean asked Liz quickly how many times she had had that feeling. Liz said twice and Dean's face went white. "She's only had two pills effect her and they're as big as a beach ball now!" shouted Dean. Liz looked quizically at Dean, trying to figure out what was being said, when she realized that a huge pressure was starting to build inside her stomache. "Ummm.....Deeeaaaan." said Liz as she felt the pressure building like her inflating breast inside her. "I feel something happening inside...I..ooohhhhh." Just then, as if someone released a pressure valve, Liz felt the pressure begin shooting into her already huge breasts, making them blow up much faster. Dean turned around to see her tits blowing up faster and getting larger by the second. "It'sgonnapopIt'sgonnapop" panted Liz as her breasts stretched against the buttons. She closed her eyes as her boobs grew and grew until the buttons began losing their battle. With little tremors that shook her breasts, each button was being shot from her shirt by her enormous chest. Soon, only the top button remained and the rest of her shirt lie lip on the sides of her pink breasts. The bra made a indention around the center of her breasts, refusing to let go of her expanding mammeries. "Oh my god...I can feel them stretching." gasped Liz. "Dean...my bra is getting tighter...it's starting to hurt. I don't know if it's gonna break or not. Hurry up with her so you can take it off." Dean began to say a quick goodbye to the lady, but she cut him off and told him that they should also make sure that they are out in the open somewhere where she won't be able to do any damage. Dean whirled around and looked at Liz's ballooning boobs. They almost reached down to her shorts now and they stuck out a good foot and a half or so, inflating inches a second or so now. He dropped the reciever to the ground and started looking for a blanket or something to cover her up long enough to get her down the elevator and away from the building. Liz looked puzzled at his frantic search, but then was taken by a greater concern... "Dean...this bra is really getting too tight...it's hurting me." cried Liz as she began rubbing the area around her breasts where the bra was digging in. The sheer pleasure of the sensations was almost enough for her to forget her pain. She could feel the swirling liquids inside her tits that were inflat ing them bigger and bigger. Her shorts had a now large wet spot on them where her priavtes were dripping her juices from being so horny. One of her nipples popped free form the restraits of the bra and bounced around, sending shockwaves of exstacy through her breasts. She moaned out load this time, not able to contain the feeling. She grabbed it with her right hand and began to feel the enlarged portrusion. It was the size of a life Savers roll now. She traced her hands around her aerola, it about he size of a frisbee. She was really beginning to like this. Then the pain came back as another sudden hot flash shot through her again. "Oh no....I'm blowing up like a balloon again," shouted Liz. "God, they go....My breasts are getting bigger....and bigger...oh lord I can feel them swelling...Dean..get this bra off me. I'm swelling faster...I can feel it. I'm inflating too fast." Dean stopped his search for a big blanket to see Liz standing there, her boobs now reaching out 2 1/2 feet and down to her crotch, which he noticed was soaking. Her arms were around her breasts, but she couldn't even touch her own hands. He ram towards her, figuring that getting her out was more important then dignity now, when she started moaning and he stopped. Liz could feel the bra starting to give under the new rapid growth of her tits and she decided that she couldn't take anymore. She arched her back and threw back her arms in the hope of breaking it off her. She felt it stretch, but it didn't break. She arched back more, her breasts coming to rest on her belly. As she continued to arch, she could feel the skin of her boobs as they swelled out, moving down her front. With one final scream, she went back as far as she dared and the bra exploded off, shooting across the room. She stood up and looked in the mirror. Her growing knockers were half her size now, her nipples about the size of a soup can. They jiggled like a mass of jell-o from the shock of the release of the bra. And they were noticablly getting larger each second, swelling like a balloon being blow up. Dean shook his head to straighten his thought and told her they had to get out from here to make sure she didn't get too big. Liz moved slowly from the weight, her thighs brushing against the bottom of her mammoth mounds. But by the time they reached the door, they had blown up too much and were too wide to fit through the door frame. Dean tried pressing them together, his fingers almost disappearing into the inflating flesh, but all this did was make Liz cum in her shorts. She gasped as the sensation passed momentarily, but she weakened enought to beg Dean to do it again. Dean, more centered on his task, stepped back and tried to come up with a solution, and couldn't. He ushered her back to the middle of the small room and shut the door before anyone noticed. Every step Liz took made her breasts sway and the movement of the air on her enormous nipples started her up again. Giving in to the intense waves of passion that were raping her system, she grabbed her incredable tits and began massaging them all over, sending waves of electrisity through them and making her privates literally ooze from her hot juices. Dean grabbed the phone and told the woman that she was stuck in her room and that they couldn't get out. The woman thought for a second, then told Dean that for the pill to wear off, the person had to expience the sheer joy, joy that only came from a cataclyismic orgasm. She then thought that maybe if he tried to make her have one, her breasts would revert back to normal. She told him that the growth was happening underneath only one layer of her skin and that they would pop painlessly once it happen, letting her be normal again. "oooohhh goooodddddd...I had another flash." warned Liz, and Dean watched as her breasts began inflating so fast they swelled from the bottom of her shorts to her knees in almost 3 seconds. "My breasts are getting bigger too fast Dean...I can't stand." Liz then gave up fighting and fell to the ground, rolling over after bouncing a bit from landing on her own bean-bag sized chest. Dean told Liz the idea and Liz's eyes lit up. Dean walked to near her head and Liz didn't even have to tell her responce to the idea, for her hand shot up and grabbed his extremely hard cock. She quickly unzipped his zipper and pulled out his pecker, stroking it furiously to get him wet, which didn't take long. Dean began stripping as Liz fought to get off her shorts and dripping wet panties. She proped her knees up to lift her breasts from the floor, and they just began flopping toward her head. Dean walked around to her front and saw a sight that almost made him lose his load then and there: two breasts that were near 4 feet tall that stopped at a great crotch and some sumptious legs. Liz's arms were reaching up the sides of her tits, clawing them and kneading the inflating mounds. Dean threw Liz's legs apart and slammed his dick Liz's already sopping wet vagina. The heat in her almost made Dean scream as he began pumping her as hard as he could. Liz screamed a long scream and began panting harder. This wasn't going to take long. Dean continued hammering into Liz and he noticed that each time he brought his head down, her boobs were closer. She was growing so fast that soon he wasn't going to be able to fuck her. This paniced Dean and he began to pump harder, making Liz almost pass out from exstacy. Dean began pressing on her ballooning breasts, trying to alter their growth away from him, but they were getting too big. He felt as if he was fighting a blob of flesh. Just then Liz moaned louder. "Oh GOD! Dean...I just ..*ohhh* had another one...*ohhh* My boobs are going to inflate faster now...I can feel it...the pressure is... so...stronnnnnggaaaaaaah! Holy shit!! Look!!" Dean saw her breasts triple in speed, almost crawling towards him. It wasn't long before he was not able to stay inside Liz. Her rapidly inflating tits pushed him away as they swelled bigger and faster, covering her legs in a matter of seconds. He stood up and noticed that he nipples, the size of coffee cans, were heading quickly towards the ceiling. "ooooohhhh...I can feel my skin stretching...God..I'm huge..I'm enormous when are they going to stop? Dean...I'm almost there. Just fuck me a little more. God...the pressure...I;m blowing up like a blimp." Dean dove into her cleavage and pressed inward through the swelling tits. He grasped her skin and pulled himself deeper into her chest. Liz screamed and moaned as Dean's hot body worked it's way through her cleavage. "Oohhh...God...Dean...My nipple...my nipples are hitting the ceiling!" Dean finally found a hand hold and grabbed her hips, pulling himself through her clevage and into her throbbing vagina. Even though the weight from her swelling mams was pressing down on him, Dean was able to move slightly and fast, his dick all the way inside Liz, growing larger inside her with each thrust, getting ready to explode up inside her. "oh yes....oh yes...there...that's it" moaned Liz. "God, I can feel it I'm coing to cum...keep doing that. Ohhh..my breasts are hitting the walls. I'm getting too big. I'm growing too fast..I'm...oooh...uh oh Dean....it happened again. DEAN!!! My breasts are filling up the room !!! Hurry!!! They're getting too big for the room..I can feel the door and windows!" Dean, not able to hear Liz's words through her breasts, continued pumping into her privates, pulling out liquid with each withdraw. He slid his hands under her butt and started pulling himself deeper into her. He felt her start to gush juice and knew he was doing something right. "oh yes...oh yes...god...that's it. Oh god, the door just broke. My bobs are swelling into the hallway!!! oh god...yes...I'm cumming...I'm cumming. Oh god...I feel my tits blowing up..I feel them pushing on the ceiling. I'm cumming I'm cumming!!!!" Dean felt Liz's hips rise up in the antisipation of her orgasm and gave her one last thrust before he too exploded his scalding hot semen into her womb almost. Liz took one last breath and let the intense pressure inside herself go, sending cascades of wetness down her's and Deans legs, making her entire body shiver. "oh..god...my breasts...they are stretching too tight....too tight.... They're going to explode!!! uuuuunnnnhhhhhAAAAAAA" Liz arched her back as much as she could under the weight and felt a mighty surge in her room-sized boobs. Like a over-inflated water balloon, her tits exploded, sending a torrent of milk down over the exsausted pair. Liz held her breath as the white liquid doused her and headed out the now snapped in half door. Dean, still laying on top of and inside Liz, shook the milk from his face and looked up at Liz. Her breasts were back to normal, or at least back down in size. Liz was now sporting a D-cupped figure, and as they both stared at it, realized that it was staying that size. Liz began to laugh as Dean did, hugging each other and they kissed. The superattendant, called by some of the neighbors, came into the doorway to see a lake of milk streaming out their door and the two of them in a naked embrase. He shook his head and reached into the closet for a mop. "Coming to work today was a big mistake.