It's a party and your invited.  Just one thing you should know about.  Stay away from the punch.  Someone spiked it with something extra and well unless you want that extra to cause some spiciness then just enjoy the loud music and good times.  Or maybe you do want spicy, and the growth juice is just what you need.  (This story is only on my Patreon all access tier.)

Rachel blinked her eyes. “What is going on? I have never had people fight over me like this before.”

             Bruce pushed the other man back. “You get lost, Randy. I want to talk to the lady with the gigantic melons. So why don’t you. . .”

             “Gigantic melons?” Rachel shook her head. “I think you have me mistaken for someone else. My breasts are perfectly. . .” She moaned as her nipples scratched against her bra. “Perfectly. . . Ughhh.” She took a deep breath. “God, my boobs are killing me.” She looked down and noticed her breasts had swollen over twice their usual size. “What in the world?” She stumbled backward. “How did this fucking happen?” She shivered as the strange warmth that permeated her chest spread throughout her body. “Ohhhhh.”

             Suddenly it wasn’t just her boobs that were growing. Bit by bit Rachel’s entire body swelled, her clothing becoming tighter and tighter by the second. “Ohhh god.” She fell onto the dance floor, sweat dripping down her chest, her nipples hardening. “I feel so. . . good?”