Tori Vega, comfortably sitting at home, alone, on her comfortable couch, simply relaxing, grateful for being away from the hectic everytday life of her friends,couldn't help but let her mind wander. And where better to wander, than fantasies of her own body?
She looked down to her chest, to her modest B-cup breasts. She had seen girls with far larger, showing them off for the worrd to see, full of themselves, and simply annoying Tori to no end. What would it be like, she wondered, to be able to do that herself?
She laid her head back on her soft pillow, and let her imagination run through the scenario.
Before long, the thoughts began to arouse her, but she didn't begin to play with herself. She reserved that for when she really thought she needed it. However, she didn't quite notice that not all of the tingle was her imagination alone. Unknown to her, her small, B-cup breasts were beginning to grow. It wasn't fast, but in minutes, her breasts were a C-cup, and her bra began to feel somewhat tight. She didn't notice, though, lost as she was in thought, smiling to herself, and moaning sofltly every now and then.
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