Chapter 9 Chat Decides the Bust Size
Emmi leaned closer to the camera, eyes bright with mischief.
“I think now is a good time we ask chat what they think about your lack of boobies.”
Cole’s new deeper voice cracked with desperation. He took a half-step toward the desk, hands open like he could somehow stop what was coming. “S-Stop this… please. I’m sorry we upset you. We were just being assholes, okay? You don’t have to—”
Emmi cut him off with a soft, pitying little laugh.
“Little late for apologies, hun. Now, chat—” she turned her attention to the scrolling wall of text on the right side of the stream, “—this next one is up to you to decide. What are we gonna do about Zoey’s boobies?”
The chat exploded instantly.
Liz: ︿??qooq ??q TopNep: Titties! Dan the TF Man: Tig ol’ bitties! A bright donation notification flashed across the top of the screen: Charoset donated $5 — Big titty goth qt!
Emmi burst out laughing. “Oh Charo, you goof, you always say that! Maybe next time, hun.”
More messages piled in without slowing:
Odachi: Give her some really big ta-ta’s! Greshtar: Small boobs :kappa: :kappa: TF-Wizard: Whatever you want girl! You’re the best! Tamamo-no Mae: Give it to them good Emmi! TheMotionHero: :monkaS: :monkaS: :monkaS:
Emmi watched the flood for another second, then grinned straight into the camera.
“I guess I better give chat what they want then, right?” She laughed—bright, wicked—and waved her right hand in that same lazy arc. “Don’t worry, girl. You’ll get used to them.”
The familiar warmth bloomed across Zoey’s chest like someone had poured heated oil under her skin.
It started at the nipples.
Her light-pink nips thickened and swelled, the soft little points pushing outward until each one was the size of a pencil eraser—sensitive, tight, already aching.
The areolas expanded in the same breath, stretching from small circles into wide, darker silver-dollar disks that felt fever-hot against the inside of her shirt.
Then the real growth began. The skin behind each nipple tightened and pushed forward, first into small, firm cones that strained against the thin fabric.
Fatty tissue flooded in underneath, soft and relentless, filling and rounding and lifting until the cones became full, heavy breasts.
The weight arrived in a sudden, dizzying rush.
In less than a minute the front of her shirt was stretched tight over a pair of ample, unmistakably adult tits that bounced once with the force of their own creation and then settled, warm and aching, against her ribcage.
Zoey’s hands flew up on pure instinct. She grabbed them through the fabric, fingers sinking into soft new flesh that still felt like it belonged to someone else.
“What the fuck? Jesus fucking Christ these are huge! What the fuck?!”
The words came out high and broken. Every tiny movement made the new weight shift and sway. The nipples, now trapped against the cotton, sent sharp little sparks of sensation straight down between her legs every time she breathed.
On stream Emmi clapped her hands together in delight.
“Good job, chat. I think she looks good with them.” Her smile turned positively wicked. “Unfortunately for her… they’re gonna get just a bit bigger after this next change. Don’t think I forgot the ‘missing mom’ question of yours from earlier.”
She looked almost giddy.
Zoey’s head snapped toward Cole. He was staring—openly, helplessly—at the new curves stretching her shirt. His face was flushed, pupils blown, the front of his own sweats already betraying how hard the sight had hit him.
“Cole, would you stop staring! Jesus, you perv. You act like you’ve never seen tits before!” She crossed her arms tight over her chest, trying to hide the soft, heavy shape of them, but the motion only pressed them higher and made the cleavage deeper. “Yeah—where the hell is my mom?”
Cole jerked like he’d been slapped. The guilt and the unwanted heat warred openly on his face.
“S-Sorry…!”
He forced his eyes back to the glowing screen, jaw tight, while Zoey stood there trembling, arms wrapped around the new weight of her chest, and the first true understanding of how permanent this was beginning to sink in.