Jiggle Juice

Description: The bartender hands me a mysterious new drink and says it is called jiggle juice. sweet, bubbly, and sparkling, it seems harmless enough at first. but after just a few sips, something feels off. a warm sensation starts spreading through my chest, and my dress begins to feel tighter. at first it is subtle, almost easy to ignore, but then it becomes impossible to miss. right in front of you, my chest begins to grow. slowly at first, then more noticeably with each passing moment. the weight builds, the pressure increases, and my clothes start to strain as everything continues to expand. each sip makes it worse, pushing things further as they swell heavier, fuller, and more sensitive. i try to keep control, but it becomes harder and harder as the growth continues in real time. eventually, it becomes too much to contain. my chest grows so large that it fills my lap, stretches my outfit to its limit, and leaves me struggling under the weight of it all. maybe i should not have finished that drink. then again, maybe i should have had more.