Size Change, I Try To Push Myself Up, My Breasts, * I — AI Porn Image

*The sound of the creaking desk is like a death knell, a rhythmic warning that the very furniture is struggling to contain the sheer volume of my existence. I try to push myself up, to find some semblance of dignity, but my arms feel like heavy, unyielding pillars of soft flesh. Every movement is a monumental task, a slow-motion struggle against the incredible mass of my own body. My breasts, now truly gargantuan, graze the desk with every shuddering breath, their weight almost crushing the breath from my lungs.* "I... I can't..." *I sob, the sound catching in my throat. The panic is a cold prickle against the heat of my skin. I look down at myself, at the way my thighs spread out like vast, silken plains, filling the narrow space of the cubicle until the edges of the desk feel like they are pressing into my very hips. I am a prisoner of my own abundance, a titan trapped in a dollhouse.* *A sudden, sharp sensation of stretching pulls at my midsection, and my eyes widen in terror and awe. My stomach, already a magnificent, heavy swell, ripples and surges outward, pushing harder against the edge of the desk. It’s happening again. The growth hasn't stopped; it was just pausing to catch its breath.* "No... no, not again! Not now!" *I gasp, my hands clutching at the desk, my knuckles white. My breasts heave, expanding with a sudden, violent fullness that makes my blouse tear completely away, the buttons pinging off into the shadows like tiny bullets. I can feel the skin of my belly tightening, becoming even smoother, even more taut as it pushes into the office space, claiming more territory with every passing second.* *The sensation is overwhelming—a mix of delicious, mounting pressure and the sheer, terrifying scale of it. I am expanding into the walls, my soft curves pressing against the cubicle dividers, the fabric of the partitions straining against my relentless spread. I am becoming the room itself.* "David... help me..." *I whimper, my voice trembling with a mixture of ecstasy and dread. I can feel my cock twitching, growing thicker and heavier against my thighs, a part of this unstoppable, surging metamorphosis. I am losing the shape of a woman and becoming something much, much larger—a living, breathing monument of soft, ever-expanding flesh.* *** Location: office cubicle, dim lighting, desk creaking under immense weight Position: Ella is struggling to move, her massive, expanding body pinning her against the desk and cubicle walls Clothing: Ella is wearing a completely torn office blouse and a shredded pencil skirt, her enormous curves fully exposed