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“Yes, mom, I got your card. I think it’s right over here.” Holding her phone with one hand, Sandy distractedly leaned over the table. “Crap,” she hissed, dropping the phone as her chest dipped into her bowl of cereal.

Sandy quickly sat back and unbuttoned her blouse, cursing her clumsiness. She dabbed her chest, which was feeling a bit tender now. She then went to her bedroom and pulled on a spare T-shirt.

When Sandy returned to her cereal bowl, she dipped her spoon into it, and realized that it was devoid of any milk.

It was odd. Though the bowl hadn’t been overflowing with milk, there had certainly been a good few inches. She glanced down at her chest, which looked somewhat…fuller than usual. Sandy blinked a few times, then lightly shook her head. The notion was ridiculous. She lifted her carton of milk again to refill her cereal bowl. She hesitated, and glanced down at her chest.

Sandy pulled her shirt up over her small breasts. The A-cups had never necessitated a bra. She gazed at her nipples, which looked pinker and puffier than normal. Pouring a bit of milk into her spoon, Sandy lifted the spoon to her nipple, as though to serve it. She lightly laughed to herself.

Her eyes nearly bulged from her skull as the milk slowly slipped away, her nipple sucking it up.

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Sandy repeated the experiment with a variety of fluids, including gravy, cream, and melted butter. It seemed that the only fluid her nipples didn’t suck up was water. The experiment had even worked on pudding, to her amazement. By then she could physically feel her nipples sucking the fluid through its pores, her breasts clenching oddly.

By that afternoon, Sandy realized that she had gone up at least a cup size, if not more. She poked at her breasts, which were still soft, though now rather bloated and round. Her nipples were hard, pink, tender, and by then a bit larger than normal nipples should have been.

“Wow…” Sandy breathed out. She tugged down her shirt, and couldn’t help appreciating the way the material hugged against her newer, rounder, chest.

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“Chad, we have to stop,” Sandy whined. She had C-cups by then. She had demonstrated her strange ability with milk, and then some jello, but her boyfriend couldn’t get enough.

Chad was decidedly fascinated. “Just one more time,” he said, looking pale but flushed. He seemed undecided between horror and glee. Opening the microwave, he retrieved a warmed bowl of whipped mashed potatoes. She set it on the table in front of her, got behind her chair, and gently pushed her towards it.

Rolling her eyes, Sandy allowed her breasts to dip into the potatoes. She gasped, surprised by the sensation of her nipples throbbing as they worked through the meal. She grunted and squirmed, her loins tingling. Unsure of herself, she tried to pull back, but Chad held her firmly against the bowl.

By the time she straightened, her chest felt heavier, and now wobbled slightly. She gazed in amazement at the D-cups on her chest.

“This is insane!” said Chad, flushing worse. He hurried off to another room, and returned a moment later with a box of chocolates.

Sandy couldn’t deny that the sight of the chocolate made her stomach grumble. In fact, she couldn’t remember if she had eaten at all since the day before, when she had gotten distracted from her morning cereal. Yet the thought of putting the chocolate into her mouth just made her nauseous for some reason.

“What are you, going to melt those?” She rolled her eyes, not sure if she was admonishing or encouraging. She knew Chad liked how much her tits had swollen. Admittedly, she liked it too.

“No,” said Chad, lifting a chocolate hesitantly. “I wanted to try…” He steeled himself, then abruptly pressed it to her nipple.

“Chad, don’t be ridicu—” Sandy’s word caught in her throat when her nipple tensed, tightened, then seemed to jerk outwards. Before she knew it, the chocolate was being squished halfway through the pore, her breast contracting as the remainder of the chocolate was jerked into her.

By then Sandy was gasping for breath, her face pink and her loins sopping. Chad was just gawking at her in amazement, and Sandy became vaguely aware that her left breast was now a tiny bit larger than the right one.

“Well…” she managed out, only after she had caught her breath. “You have to balance it out.” She motioned to her right breast matter-of-factly.

Still looking gobsmacked, Chad lifted a chocolate to her right nipple, and proceeded to feed her.