Bye Bye Toxins [BE]

Irene rubbed at the back of her neck while she desperately stared at her phone. Her thumb swiftly scrolled past numerous comments, then to the next video, and through even more comments.

Zero. Nada.

Not one mention of growing massive tits after taking Cecelia's 'Bye Bye Toxins' detox juice. Not even one person commenting about gaining a cup size, needing a bigger bra or something like that. Either Irene was the only one showing this kind of side-effect or the fitness influencer was hiding and deleting any comment mentioning the problem.

But she wouldn't do that, would she? After all, Cecelia did say that, as the toxins left the body, some swelling might happen. And, if you discovered your product could put part of the cosmetic surgery industry out of business, you might want to capitalize on that, right?

Irene glanced down from the screen to her overflowing cleavage. It bubbled out of her sports bra while her breasts rested on the kitchen counter. The garment being too small for the ordeal. It had been created to contain handfuls, not the basketballs Irene grew in the last couple of days. Her girls had practically doubled their size since she started drinking the detox juice.

That wasn't just 'some swelling'!

It didn't look like Irene said 'Bye Bye Toxins'. More like 'Come Hang Out At My Tits' and the toxins gladly accepted the invitation and invited some friends along the way.

But maybe, just maybe, her growth wasn't related to the detox juice. Maybe Irene was having some hormone dysregulation issue at the same time she started Cecelia's diet plan, and it was all just a fun little coincidence.

She glanced at her fridge and licked her lips.

Maybe she should drink today's dose and find out. Isn't that what the people of science would do? Test their hypothesis.

Yes. She should test her hypothesis.

If tomorrow she feels that her breasts have grown again, then she will stop drinking the juice and go to an endocrinologist for a check up. That's a solid plan. It's not because the detox juice tastes great and she spent the entire night raring for the time when she would get to have another sip from it.

Well, now that she came up with a plan. It was time to set it in motion.

Though, as Irene rose from her seat and started her trek to the fridge, a couple of things were set into motion alright. She tsked. Even though they were being compressed by her ill-fitting sports bra, Irene's tits had just grown too huge for the garment to properly curb their movement.

Each step sent them into a wobbling spree. The fabric groaned in protest. Irene didn't have time to get used to their cumbersomeness. As a result, their swaying affected her balance more than she would like to admit. So, she hugged her breasts to corral them and prevent any more unwanted motion.

Though, that might have been a mistake.

Pressing them against herself sent a jolt through her body. She straightened herself. Shocked by the sudden, unexpected pleasure.

Her next step faltered as her leg lost some of its strength. The brief unsteadiness made Irene squeeze her breasts harder, and almost start a feedback loop if she didn't brace herself back on the counter.

Panting, flushed, Irene stared at the twin mounds squashed by her arm. Although

their slopes failed to reach her chin, the proximity was enough where she felt the sweltering heat emanating from the pliable flesh. It invited her touch.

She felt hot. Her body buzzed. Never in her life had she experienced such tremendous delight.

But she couldn't just give in to her body's urges. No matter how tantalizing.

Irene needed to cool down. And there was nothing better to freshen her up than the juice she went for all this trouble to retrieve.

Besides, this peculiar spike in her breast's sensitivity must be due to their recent growth. It would go away once things sorted out. She was certain of it.

Focusing on her mission, and knowing the challenges her sensitive breasts would throw at her, Irene made her way to her fridge. The few steps journey had her whimpering as her swollen nipples rubbed against the stretched fabric, begging for some real skin to skin contact instead of the straining garment they were imprisoned in, but she came out of it victorious with the detox juice in her grasp.

With her prize in her hand, Irene didn't hesitate. She chugged it down greedily, finishing it in just a few mouthfuls.

There. Now tomorrow she would find out if-

Her chest throbbed. Were... were her tits visibly growing?