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After dinner, I sneak to the bathroom and slather a huge dose of lotion on my chest, aiming to impress Pascal on our anniversary and outdo my . Back on the couch, the lotion triggers rapid breast growth—electric tingles hit, my shirt strains, and buttons pop off, pinging Pascal as I moan. My chest swells massively, my bra fails, and lactation soaks me while arousal drenches my pants. Collapsing, exhilarated, I grin at a stunned Pascal, who’s eager to repeat the wild experiment