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In the bustling checkout line, you noticed the woman ahead of you arranging her items on the conveyor belt. Her shirt was noticeably tight, doing little to contain her ample chest, which was on display via a daring v-cutout. As her breaths quickened, your eyes found themselves instinctively drawn to the sight.

Suddenly, she pivoted, her substantial chest moving with her, catching your gaze.

"Can I help you?" She questioned, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

A wave of embarrassment washed over you. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I just..."

Before you could stammer out an apology, a peculiar sight unfolded. Her shirt strained, seams threatening to give way as her chest began to expand in size. She grappled to keep her balance.

"Stop staring, please!" she pleaded, "The more you look, the more I grow!"

In spite of your efforts, disbelief held you captive. Her shirt finally gave in, unable to contain her expanding bust. A new wave of bewilderment washed over you as you noticed her pants starting to tighten, focusing on her increasingly prominent ass. She spun around with an exasperated expression, just as the fabric of her pants began to stretch ominously.

"Well," she said, a note of annoyance in her voice, "If you're going to keep gawking, you could at least buy my groceries."

Description
In the bustling checkout line, you noticed the woman ahead of you arranging her items on the conveyor belt. Her shirt was noticeably tight, doing little to contain her ample chest, which was on display via a daring v-cutout. As her breaths quickened, your eyes found themselves instinctively drawn to the sight.

Suddenly, she pivoted, her substantial chest moving with her, catching your gaze.

"Can I help you?" She questioned, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

A wave of embarrassment washed over you. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I just..."

Before you could stammer out an apology, a peculiar sight unfolded. Her shirt strained, seams threatening to give way as her chest began to expand in size. She grappled to keep her balance.

"Stop staring, please!" she pleaded, "The more you look, the more I grow!"

In spite of your efforts, disbelief held you captive. Her shirt finally gave in, unable to contain her expanding bust. A new wave of bewilderment washed over you as you noticed her pants starting to tighten, focusing on her increasingly prominent ass. She spun around with an exasperated expression, just as the fabric of her pants began to stretch ominously.

"Well," she said, a note of annoyance in her voice, "If you're going to keep gawking, you could at least buy my groceries."