Quickie 3: Berrie's Hubris

(contains hyper breast expansion, macro growth)

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Ugh! Another stupid morning already? The sun needs to learn not to get up so early.

Berrie begrudgingly pulled herself out of bed. Feet barely managed to keep the black cat upright in her zombie shuffle to the bathroom. A bladder evacuation and a splash of water saw some semblance of life seep into the feline face frowning in the mirror. Having to go through another day of work ahead did little to improve her mood.

Breakfast, on the other hand, might help get some gears turning. Berrie did not bother going back to her room for clothing. She headed straight to the kitchen in just a blue bra and panties to compliment her black fur. Not like there was a roommate to complain about her modesty.

Luckily the art of assembling cereal was one Berrie could master half-awake. Assembling the necessary components, she plopped into a kitchen chair, wiggle into the cold padding with her butt, and proceeded to pour corn puffs into a bowl.

Tink!

Slit eyes lit up at hearing something other than cereal fell into her bowl. Digging through a sea of baked carbs found it to be a plastic treasure chest. That was a cute surprise. Berrie had no idea companies still bothered with prizes.

"NYAAHH FUCK!?"

Or booby traps in this case. Berrie easily snapped the small boxes lid open only to flood her kitchen with a dense glare of golden lights. The plastic toy flew from her stunned fingers to hover high above the table. Its contents pulsed with the warmth of the sun.

"THANK YOU FOR FREEING ME, MORTAL! IN RETURN I WILL GRANT YOU ANYTHING YOU DESIRE!"

Berrie blinked, mostly because she was still blinded by the light in her face. This was easily the best morning ever. She was having an experience millions would never get in a hundred lifetimes.

And yet the first thing she had to ask was, "Why were you trapped I'm a cereal box?"

Silence filled the kitchen for a moment. A noise slowly eliminated from the glowing light Berrie could only guess was an exasperated sigh.

"LOOK, LADY, I'M A DISEMBODIED PIECE OF COSMIC POWER. DO YOU WANT A WISH OR MY LIFE STORY?"

"Meep! Uh, wish! Yeah. Definitely. Sorry, sir cosmic power." Berrie bit her lip desperately wracking the old brain for topics. The cat was woefully unprepared to have literally anything she wanted this morning. "I wish I had a...uh,no...i mean, I'd really like to...wait...how about if I...um...maybe that's a bit…"

"WHILE WE'RE YOUNG, PUSSYWILLOW!"

Wow. Maybe there was a reason people did not encounter cosmic dicks often. Berrie averted her gaze hoping the stupid light bulb could not see her irritation at being rushed. It made her end up staring at her own chest. Seeing that bland bra covering mounds that barely poked out of the b-cups struck her with...an idea at least. One she might not regret later too.

"I wish I was bigger!" She cried joyfully looking back to the floating light. But it was suddenly remembering the infamous hubris of wishes that made her add, "W-with boobs that everyone will have a hard time ignoring."

Silence once again blanketed the brightly lit kitchen. Long enough for Berrie to start fidgeting in her chair awaiting the lights response.

"SURE! WHY NOT? I'VE BESTOWED WEIRDER THINGS. YOUR WISHES HAVE BEEN GRANTED!"

"Wishes? What-Aah!?"

The light pulsed brighter until Berrie could not even see the outlines of her appliances. But with a sudden loud popping, it had vanished completely. Berrie found herself blinking to find her kitchen empty once more.

"Nggh!?"

It almost seemed like some pre-coffee delusion. For about two seconds before an intense heat filled Berrie's breasts. She reflexively grabbed them and gasped to find her girls pushing back. A glance down confirmed they stretched out their bra way more than moments ago.

Berrie could not help grinning at the fact she had cleavage now. Already she outgrew the intended B-cups with some plump Cs, which flowed over her hands into Ds. Black furred flesh pushed down the rims eager to escape the tightening brazier. Areolas became increasingly exposed also puffing in size.

"Mmmh! T-too tight!" Berrie moaned, reaching back to fumble with the clasp. By then her bra had been well stretched to her limits. The straps offered no slack in their stubborn effort to contain the felines swelling mass. Eventually, Berrie had to whip out the claws to tear the bands from her upper back. "ACK!!"

WHOOM!!

No sooner had the bra been cut away than gravity reminded the black cat it still existed. Without underside support, her mammaries gushed out of the tiny cups in a fall that pulled Berrie with them. They did not have to fall far before smacking into the table and wedge her muzzle into their cleavage. What remained of breakfast was sent flying to soak the creamy fur with milk and soggy cereal.

Berrie grunted with some effort to sit back up trying to wipe cornflakes off her face and chest. Smacking her boobs a few times gave another surprise in that her bloated babies barely left the table. Seconds later they grew big enough to rest comfortably atop it again. While it may have taken a good weight off her back, Berrie was not thrilled to be watching her tits ooze across the wooden surface at a steady pace.

Things only got worse when her knees brushed under the table.

"What the...oh son of a...nyaa-aah!!"

Not that her breasts had stopped in their growing after reaching a sloshing equivalent of beach balls. It was just their continued march fuller was not as noticeable when the rest of Berrie's body decided to grow with them. The kitchen filled with the scrapping of table legs as her stomach and thighs pushed it back. Berrie wiggled her hips, meowing in distress to feel her ass starting to flow out of either side of a dwindling chair. There was a brief moment of something flossing her groin before a soft snap released the pressure. It was safe to assume her panties were not long for this growing world. Hell, everything in the kitchen was starting to look smaller with her perspective rapidly gaining a birds-eye view of the room.

"NOT THAT BIG!!"

CRRSH!!

Berrie cried out a second before she felt her chair buckle and shatter under her frame. Fortunately, she did not have far to fall at her increasing size. Her butt smothered the splintered chair remains continuing to creep along the kitchen floor. The short trip down also caused her to kick the table flying across the room, spilling more cereal and milk everywhere.

"No! No! Please stop!" Berrie's tail curled but still continued growing long enough that it was pressing against the far wall. At the same time, her gaze peered over the beanbags of her breasts to see her pawed feet inching towards the opposite side despite sitting motionless.

BONK!!

"Yip!"

The ceiling had also looked higher up than a few seconds ago. All Berrie could do was hug her breasts, which spilled into her lap, trying to crunch up as small as possible. She could feel her mammaries slosh louder with increasing fat and milk. Her body groaned from bones stretching, muscles bulking to keep wrapped around them. Before long not even being curled up kept her ears from sweeping the ceiling, or her feet from pushing into the far wall.

At least until the growth stopped.

It had all been happening so fast that Berrie needed a while to realize it was done. Slowly her pink feline nose pulled out from between the boulders on her chest. The cat's breasts were easily still the largest part of her, although the rest still had trouble shifting about in the once spacious kitchen.

Berrie wrinkled her whiskers with an angry snort. Once the fear of bringing down the house was gone, anger at being trapped inside it began to rise. Sure it was hindsight of her own hubris at fault, but that stupid genie or whatever had rushed a bit too aggressively to think anything through. The damn grumpy cosmic entity could have at least gave her the ability to change size at will.

Hands passively rubbed along the girth of Berrie's swollen breasts. It calmed her down enough to start thinking of possible solutions for an exit. Or at the very least stare pensively out the windows over the kitchen sink.

She had been meaning to remodel it into a bay window anyway.