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 twin. 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.