It was the biggest and last college party of the year and Lana would be missing it. She had the flu.

It was the biggest and last college party of the year and Lana would be missing it. She had the flu. She thought it wouldn’t affect her, but by the time she was supposed to leave for the party, Lana was nearly comatose on the floor. Her roommates, not wanting to miss their last party before graduation, laid a comforter on top of her prone body before they went out. Lana was out for an hour.She woke up feeling groggy. Her head was swimming. Lana got up slowly noticing that she was on the floor and that her friends covered her up before heading out. “Oh well,” reasoned Lana standing on two shaky legs. “Party would probably suck anyway.” It was a very casual party. Lana was dressed in a loose fitting long-sleeved shirt with a plain white undershirt and jeans.She shuffled to the pull-out couch, clutching the comforter close to her body like she was a Peanuts character. She plopped down on the couch, aching everywhere. She grabbed the nearby remote and started channel surfing. She tried watching various shows but, each sitcom was noisier and worse than the next. She turned off the TV and squished herself into the couch trying to fall asleep again.After minutes of tossing and turning, Lana shrugged the comforter off of her and onto the floor. “I’m starving,” sighed Lana as she got up and trudged to the fridge to see what she could find. “Typical,” she sighed. A case of beer and a drawer full of gas station burritos were all that was stocked. Her flat stomach growled. Lana had nothing to eat all day, so she needed something. She placed the burrito in the microwave and grabbed a glass from the cupboard and got some water from the sink. It was better than beer.Lana finished the burrito, too sick to know if it tasted good or not. She was texting her roommates asking about the party. “Are you feeling okay?” her roommate texted.“Yeah, just feeling lethargic. Not really doing anything. I ate one of those shitty burritos. Couldn’t even taste it.”“What are you drinking?”“Just faucet water.”“If you’re feeling better, go ahead and take some beer from the fridge.”“Don’t worry. I will.” Lana turned off her phone and threw the burrito wrapper in the trash. She grabbed a beer from the fridge. She turned on the TV again, trying to find something to watch. Lana found a program that she could watch and drank some of her beer.After a few minutes, Lana’s chest started itching. She scratched herself and felt something odd. She looked down and saw that her shirt was distorted. She tried smoothing out her shirt and felt something she’d never felt before. She looked down her shirt and gasped. Her breasts were growing, rapidly dwarfing her bra, which she only wore when it was cold. The itchiness she felt before was replaced by pleasure.She cackled as her chest grew, rapidly dwarfing her bra. She felt her bra snap as breasts ballooned further. She just laughed as the growth subsided. “Holy shit!” she said, grabbing her breasts. “These things are huge.” She hefted them. “And heavy too,” she giggled. “How does something like this happen? Oh well, I’m so happy to finally have boobs.” Lana swung her new bust around laughing. “I have to text my roommates about this,” she said grabbing her phone. She drank the rest of her beer.Lana had just started texting her roommates when she felt her breasts start to itch again. “No way,” she said as the itchiness was once again replaced with pleasure and watched in awe as her chest grew again. Lana was ecstatic and moaned as her boobs continued growing. Her shirt rode up, ready to expose her midriff when the growth subsided. “Oh come on,” Lana pouted. “Get bigger girls,” She commanded her breasts. It felt really good and she wanted more.Lana got up and threw her empty beer bottle away in the trash can. She watched her newly-grown breasts wobble as she walked. She also reached underneath her shirt and took out her now too small bra and threw that away as well. “Now, how did this happen?” she asked herself leaning against the counter. She folded her arms underneath her humongous hooters and raised them. She watched them rise and fall with her breath. “Was it the burrito? No. I grew twice. Was it the beer, then? Hmmm. One way to find out,” she bounced over the fridge and took out the case of beer. It was an eighteen pack, seventeen now that Lana drank one.“If one beer did this, imagine what the rest would do,” she told her breasts. She picked up a beer, examined it. It didn’t look strange. “Oh well. Bottom’s up.” Lana drank the beer. She was halfway finished when her breasts started itching again. “It is the beer!” Lana exclaimed as her breasts started inflating once again. Her shirt rose higher and higher as more of it was needed to accommodate her growing bosom. Lana cackled like a witch as they grew.She quickly grabbed more beer as she grew. “Keep growing, girls!” she moaned in ecstasy as she kept growing. She was downing a third beer when she heard her shirt tearing. She laughed while she drank, spilling some beer down her cleavage. She grabbed three more beers as her ballooning breasts dragged her to the floor. She didn’t mind. “This is the best party ever!” she panted more than a little drunk and horny. She never wanted this to end. She nuzzled her deepening cleavage. -- source link

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