Sora's transformation is only ramping up.  (This story is only on my Patreon all-access tier.)

“What am I going to do?”  Sora paced back and forth.  “This bra is doing very funking things to me, and I can’t. . . get it off!”  She moaned as she felt her breasts tingle once more.  “No.  Oh no.  My boobs are big enough.  I don’t. . . ughhh!”  Her nipples hardened.  “I don’t need them to grow even bigger.”  She giggled.  “But maybe they should grow.”  Her voice sounded a bit high-pitched.  “My fancy bra isn’t filled out yet, is it?”

              Sora gripped the side of the bed as her boobs swelled even bigger, almost stretching out the bra to its fullest.  “Oh fuck!”  She moaned as she rubbed the side of her right breast.  “This is getting a bit too intense.  When is this going to stop?”  She gulped.  “And why does this feel so. . . weird?”  She pressed down on her boob.  “It almost feels like some kind of doll.”  She gulped, remembering the doll that her husband had when they first met.  Her breast felt very much like—

              “No, no.  That isn’t possible.”  She paced back and forth, her boobs bouncing up and down.  “I. . .”  She gulped as her nails turned bright pink.  “I am not going to become some doll!”

              “Huh?  Honey, is everything okay?”