Whitney Morgan is owner of her own home cleaning company: Dirty Divas. Busy wiping down the countertops in the kitchen at a client’s home, the reclusive research scientist Dr. Vandenburger, she happens across a tin of breath mints. Not thinking twice, she helps herself to the candies and pops a few into her mouth. She continues along her merry way cleaning and whistling a happy tune.

Then, she feels something in her chest. She drops the rag and clutches her tits with both hands. The sensation is nothing she’s ever felt before. It’s tingling sensation that is so intense she gasps f...

Whitney Morgan is owner of her own home cleaning company: Dirty Divas. Busy wiping down the countertops in the kitchen at a client’s home, the reclusive research scientist Dr. Vandenburger, she happens across a tin of breath mints. Not thinking twice, she helps herself to the candies and pops a few into her mouth. She continues along her merry way cleaning and whistling a happy tune.

Then, she feels something in her chest. She drops the rag and clutches her tits with both hands. The sensation is nothing she’s ever felt before. It’s tingling sensation that is so intense she gasps for breath. She is now really frightened as the feeling in her boobs only intensifies. As she winces in pain, she feels something very curious beneath her fingers as she continues to clutch her chest. Can it be? Is this really happening? She looks down and her fears are confirmed. Her boobs are beginning to expand ...and at an alarming rate.

As they reach the size of basketballs, she tries to contain them with her arms but it’s no use. She is freaking out and can’t believe she could be so stupid as to eat something from an unidentified tin. In a moment of shear panic, she grabs her cell phone and calls the doctor. He picks up and Whitney can hardly get the words out. The doctor tells her to stay put and to stay calm, she has just taken a high dose of concentrated body mass duplicator he has been experimenting with. Whitney hangs up and again chastises herself for being so stupid.

Her boobs have now grown to the size of beach balls and her top is beginning to rip at the seams . She can faintly hear her skin stretching and prays the doctor makes it quick as she doesn’t know how much more she can take. The sound of her skin straining under the pressure is now very much audible over Whitney’s gasping. Just then the doctor walks in and calls out to Whitney who responds, “I’m up here! Please hurry, I think I’m going to explooooooode!”

The doctor hurries up the stairs into the kitchen just in time to hear the bang. When he rounds the corner, there is nothing left of Whitney but a scattering of clothes all over her kitchen.

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