The Nightmare (Patreon)

She could feel it. Her skin stretched inhumanly, the fatty tissues and lobes swelling with each moment. Like before she was arching her back, in shock at her expanding breasts, fruitlessly whimpering for the growth to stop. Her blouse bursts open, releasing the building pressure billowing from her chest. She tries to leave the area, but there is so many eyes upon her. Her embarrassment builds and swells in cadence with her tits. As her tits grow past her hips, a feeling of dread shadows over as she realizes her movements have been hindered by their size. She can't escape the situation fast enough. Whatever caused the initial growth came back to throw her life further upside down. Everyone is silent and in shock; all eyes are upon her. The room blurs and she blinks.

She opens her eyes to her room, a cold sweat on her skin, and her breasts at their normal big size. A damned nightmare, she thinks as she touches her breasts. As she falls back asleep, her mind wanders to what did cause the size growth, and if it will come back.