Jim panicked rather and, feeling that he had to do something, sprayed more of the perfume on Sharon. Whilst the first two applications of the perfume had had very different results, the outcome of this third application was what might have been expected going by the second one. Her belly's growth accelerated and her breasts started to swell once more.
"You idiot, Jim!" Sharon shouted. "What did you do that for?" Having earlier removed her sweatshirt, [85] she had had to unzip and pull down her slacks when her belly started to grow. Now there was an ominous tearing sound as her vastly overstretched panties finally gave up the unequal struggle and ripped apart.
"I'm sorry," Jim said, "but I couldn't think of what else to do. I think the growth is stopping now, though."
Sure enough, it was. But it had left Sharon with tits the size of soccer balls - though they sagged remarkably little - and an enormous belly suggesting that she was close to full term with at least twins and possibly even more. "What am I going to do?" she wailed.
"If you will come back with me to my basement lab, I can probably fix this."
"You'd bloody well better be able to! But how am I going to get there? None of my clothes will fit me now."
"Can't you improvise something out of a sheet?"
"I suppose."
Five minutes later, Sharon had manage to attire herself in an improvised toga. It couldn't hide the fact that her belly and breasts were now huge, but at least she was decent.
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