Robin stayed blissfully unaware that her nipples had grown. While they had started the day at a size proportionate to her massive torso-sized breasts, her nipples were getting puffier and thicker with each passing second. It wasn't much longer before they were as big as her fists when erect, and then they grew even larger than that. Soon her nubs were as big as two clasped hands on the fronts of her heaving melons. Her sweater, already taxed by trying to contain her mighty endowments, stretched further to protect her modesty. Even if she was in the privacy of the library, Robin wasn’t keen on walking around topless. Her hands kept reaching down to her breasts to scratch them, not noticing the extra girth, but appreciating the sensitivity of her enhanced breasts. As she read, a few soft noises slipped from her lips as her scratching occasionally switched to rubbing.
“Hm, this sounds similar, but the statue is different, and my effects were far quicker to appear than described here,” the historian said as she finished reading up on one artifact. The name of it sounded familiar, so she marked her place in that tome with a bookmark and moved on to another text. Her sitting position made reading slightly awkward, especially with her boobs being such an obstacle. Though, Robin thought it seemed wrong to consider her bust an obstacle. Surely many women would be happy to have big breasts like she did, even if the origin was unknown, and she had seen her fair share of people getting around just fine despite being huge in one area or another. Maybe she could get used to them.
She chose to balance the book on her breasts, thankful that no cleavage was showing to help prevent any possible paper cuts. Here, she thought, was another benefit to having bigger breasts, it was a handy table whenever she needed one, or purse if she wedged something deep within her cleavage. That idea seemed to compel her, driving Robin to push her hand into the neck of her sweater, and moved it down to see how far it could go. Even after pushing her breasts here and there, she could feel her hand get wedged. Confirming her belief that her breasts were huge enough to securely hold something, she went to remove her hand. But, something clicked in her head that made her stop, and keep her hand between her breasts.
“Mmm this is rather nice,” Robin said, rubbing the inside of her breasts. Nami had said a few times that one of her favorite parts of the day was getting into her room and taking off her bra, so she could rub where the bra had been rubbing against her skin all day. Robin agreed with Nami now, rubbing her breasts was wonderful. Her normally stoic face was changing to a grin that was slowly growing the more she played with her breasts.
Another thought came over Robin’s mind. One that she would have dismissed minutes ago. Maybe she shouldn’t bother figuring out how to change her body back to normal. Sure, she could still find the answer, but as the statue’s influence continued to mold her mind like putty, she was finding it harder to remember why she wanted to shrink them down in the first place. She let out another moan as she rubbed her breasts, causing her legs to rub together briefly.
She looked over at the statue again and looked at it even closer than she had before. It was only now that she noticed the expression on the woman's face. It was clear that the figure love her breasts, but as Robin gazed more intently at the face, it was clear that her love was very extreme. The expression on her face was a mix between content and lustful, a half-lidded gaze showing her intentions as she bit down on her lower lip. The longer Robin looked at it, the more she found the expression to be the most logical one the statue could carry. Having big breasts was truly a blessing, one would have to be a fool to think otherwise.
As Robin brought up her other hand and began to rub a nipple through her sweater, she stopped trying to read the book. Right now she just wanted to focus on enjoying her new endowments. Her right hand continually probed and poked at her puffy nipple, finally noticing that it had swollen bigger than before. She kept touching it, ensuring that it was erect as it could get, before moving over to the opposite nub. Her other hand was still massaging her inner curves, but she soon moved it upward to lovingly caress the tops of her breasts, squeezing handfuls of supple titflesh.
The intelligent woman didn’t seem to be putting up much of a fight to the mental manipulation going on. A third hand formed on her left breast, so that she could squeeze both nipples at the same time. Robin bit down on her lower lip and gripped her teats in alternating fashion, and then squeezed both nipples at the same time. Underneath her sweater, her fingernails lightly dragged along her sensitive flesh in a tantalizing manner. She let out an exhale through pursed lips as she closed her eyes, biting down on her lip again as her head leaned back. A fourth hand formed on her stomach and began to rub the underside of her boobs now.
She was falling in love with these breasts. More than a good book and a cup of coffee, more than translating an ancient poneglyph, there was something about her breasts that was just blissful. Why would she ever feel weird about having such wonderful, perfect breasts? And if her nipples were any indication, they could get even bigger, that would just be marvelous. The perverted thought resonated in her body, causing her to shudder in pleasure again as she played with her bosom. At the rate she was going, she was headed for an orgasm very soon, and that probably wouldn’t be enough to stop her. Boobs, breasts, melons, whatever one preferred to call them, she had been blessed with a rack for the ages. Tits that would be the envy of all females. And they were hers, her precious gift to the world.
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