🍈 Melon Juice
Sarah still finds herself haunted by the thought of that flatchested nightmare, drowning her anxieties in the warmth and comfort of her cozy abode, daringly challenging herself to see how much more melon juice she could handle on her chest.
"Alright, you've had enough, girl," she hiccups as she looks down on her heaving bosom, a drop of sweat trickling down the valley between the twin peaks. "Well, maybe one last sip, just to be safe."
Yes, when comes to melon juice, Sarah always makes it double... only hoping that she doesn't end up drinking her melons under the table before the night's end.
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As Sarah continues to indulge in her favorite drink, her mind wanders back to the days when her breasts were still small, flapping around in the breeze like a pair of deflated balloons longing for a good puff to expand them into their full potential.
"So glad those days are behind," she sighs, "Always look to what's in front of you, Sarah. Never dwell in the pssst..."
With a final swig of melon juice, Sarah feels her breasts grow bigger and rounder, as if the drink had filled them with air. Her nipples harden to the cold glass she's holding, and she can't help but gasp at how much they've grown tonight.
"Whoa... I think my boobs are going to explode," she giggles, "I need to take them out for a walk."
With that, Sarah pulls on her boots and steps outside into the fresh air, her massive melons swaying as she walks. She takes a deep breath, feeling the cool wind fill her lungs and her breasts, making her nipples tingle with delight.
"Ah, this is the life," she cackles, "A good gal can never have too big of a cup size."
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As Sarah strolls along the sidewalk, her melons sway and bounce with each step. She can hear every passerby whistle and stare, and she can't help but feel proud of her curves.
"Look all you want, boys," she teases. "You'll never have a pair like these!"
Suddenly, Sarah hears a loud bang behind her, followed by the sound of screeching tires. She turns around to see a motorbike laying on its side in the middle of the street, a young horned guy with an angry look on his face standing up from it.
"And who said boys can't have big boobs!" he growls, his own big breasts bouncing and swaying as he approaches her.
"It's you!" Sarah gasps. "The demon boy Kyle!"
"I've been following you for a while," he snarls, "You think your fake boobs are better than mine just because you're a girl?"
Sarah raises an eyebrow. "Fake boobs? These are melon juice breasts, boy. No implants or other nonsense here!"
"Haha, so they say," he snorts and holds up his pair of succubae cups, "Look at these, girl. Grown all by myself – a real deal straight from hell!"
"W- Wait, I'm too drunk for a rap battle!" Sarah stutters, "Let's just make out and call it a night!"
"Deal," Kyle grins, his lips curling up into a feral smile. "Let's race to my place and put our chests to the test!"
Sarah rolls her eyes. "Oh, hell, not rhymes again!"
"All the best things come in pairs, you know?" Kyle winks. "Plus, I have a sister – you won't resist her, when you see her tiny waist, 'cause your heart will race, like a wild horse in the sun..."
"Wow, so much fun?" Sarah's curiosity piqued.
"Whoa, you can rhyme too!!" Kyle jumps, his boobs bouncing up and down. "I knew you had it in you!"
"So why are we wasting time here!?" Sarah demands, her voice echoing off the pavement.
"'Cause of your melon boobs, my dear!" Kyle giggles. "I was at the pharmacy, grabbin' Painproofen, then saw your jugs and had to look again!"
"...! On your bike, boy!" And with that, Sarah leaps onto the back of Kyle's demon motorbike, giving his ass a loud smack as they roar off through the city lights, ready to face whatever else the cursed night has in store.