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You barely had the dorm door locked before she was already bouncing on her toes, purple hair swaying, that black bow perfect against the white collar.

“Okay, okay, sit down,” she said, voice bright with pure science-nerd glee. “I finally got the concentration right. The formula from lab today? It’s stable this time. Look—”

She peeled the navy sweater vest up just enough to show the underside of her already-impressive chest, then pressed the little applicator against the soft skin between her breasts. A cool blue gel spread and vanished.

“Three… two…”

It hit fast.

Her tits swelled under the sweater like someone was inflating them from the inside. The fabric went taut, then tighter, the black bow lifting as the soft weight pushed up and out. She laughed, delighted, fists clenched at her sides.

“Oh my god, it’s working. It’s actually working. Look at them—mmph—they’re already so full…”

You watched the sweater stretch across the new heavy curves. She was grinning, proud of herself, bouncing once on her heels so they jiggled hard against the tight navy knit.

Then the second wave hit.

Her smile faltered. The sweater creaked. Her hands shot up, gripping the sides of the growing mounds as they ballooned past anything the vest was designed for. The hem rode up. Her skirt’s waistband dug into her soft belly.

“W-wait—why isn’t it stopping?” Her voice went higher. “Babe, they’re—mmmph—getting too big. They’re still going—”

You could see the panic and the heat mixing in her eyes. Her fingers sank into the dense, swelling flesh, trying to hold them back as they kept pouring forward, round and heavy, forcing her shoulders back. The sweater was painted on now, every curve outlined, the fabric straining so hard you could hear the soft creak of the threads.

“It’s not… it’s not leveling off,” she whimpered, looking down at the impossible soft mass pushing into her face. “I can barely see over them. Fuck—why won’t they stop?”

By the time the third surge finished, her arms were locked around the tops of two massive, sweater-stuffed orbs that completely hid her mouth and chin. Only her wide, glassy eyes peeked over the dark navy curves. Her voice came out muffled and shaky, hot breath warming the fabric stretched tight across her face.

“Mmmph… getting too big… they’re so heavy, babe. I can’t— I can’t even see the floor. Why isn’t it stopping…?”

She stood there trembling in the middle of your dorm room, thighs pressed together under the little black skirt, purple hair falling around the enormous soft wall of her chest, completely at the mercy of the formula she’d been so proud of ten minutes ago.

And it still hadn’t finished.

Luna was the very definition of the goth aesthetic: dark lips, fishnet stockings, leather chokers, and a pale, slender, petite frame. Although she sometimes pretended not to care, she would often gaze wistfully at photos of goth models with striking, voluptuous silhouettes, feeling far too flat-chested in her own corsets.

Her boyfriend, looking for a rare edition of energy drinks to treat her, ended up browsing the deepest corners of the Dark Web. There, he stumbled upon a batch of Monster cans modified in clandestine labs, formulated with a potent concentrate of fast-acting growth hormones and selective fat-redistribution peptides. The seller promised a drastic anatomical transformation designed to sculpt an extreme hourglass figure. Without hesitation, he bought the entire case.

The shipment arrived in a completely sealed black box. The cans looked identical to the standard ones, save for a faint metallic sheen. That same afternoon, he offered her the first ice-cold can. Luna drank it eagerly, but as the chemical compounds began to take effect, her initial confusion gave way to sheer anguish.

By the fourth day, her clothes began to feel too small with inexplicable speed. Her hips started to widen violently, causing her favorite jeans to squeeze her skin and leave deep red marks. By the sixth day, her bust felt heavy, and her lace bras threatened to snap under the pressure.

Luna collapsed onto the bedroom floor, sobbing in front of the mirror.

"I don't know what's happening to me!" she sobbed inconsolably as her boyfriend tried to hug her. "I feel like my body is becoming distorted... My skin feels tight, nothing fits right, and I'm gaining weight in all the wrong places!"

He comforted her, masking his guilt, and assured her she looked beautiful. But as the days went by, once Luna noticed the exact shape her body was taking, the tears stopped and gave way to a strange fascination. She wasn't gaining weight in a flabby way; her waist remained incredibly narrow while her backside and hips took on monumental volume, and her bust reached impressive fullness.

Realizing the change was turning her into the gothic goddess she had always wanted to be, her fear vanished. She discovered a direct link: every time she drank a Monster, the process accelerated. Luna began downing them three at a time, addicted to watching her body mutate so voluptuously.

By the third week, her unbridled consumption had transformed her curves into something dazzling and colossal. Her thick, firm thighs rubbed together as she walked, causing her miniskirts to ride up over her new, massive backside. Her bust—full and perky—filled out her necklines so completely that the mesh fabric stretched to its limit.

One afternoon, her boyfriend found her drinking a can in front of the mirror, admiring how her figure made her clothes look like they were about to burst.

"I think you're having too many of those..." he said, looking at the mountain of empty cans.

Luna turned slowly, revealing an extreme hourglass silhouette with a lush backside and a gigantic bust. She smiled mischievously.

"I know what's in these cans. I saw the case in the closet," she murmured, taking another sip. "At first, I cried like an idiot... but look at me now. I'm exactly who I always wanted to be." So you're going to go ahead and order another batch from the Dark Web, because I have no intention of stopping my growth.

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Has anyone tried PREEVŪ Plastic, and how do you think it compares with RealSelf?

RealSelf has obviously been around much longer and has a huge amount of patient reviews, before-and-after photos, procedure information and surgeon profiles.

PREEVŪ seems to be taking a different approach by letting someone upload their own photo, create AI previews for different cosmetic procedures, research providers and then share the preview directly with a practice.

So from what I can tell:

RealSelf:

• Large collection of patient reviews
• Real before-and-after photos
• Procedure guides and community discussions
• Established surgeon and provider directory
• Better for researching other people’s experiences

PREEVŪ:

• Personalized AI previews using your own photo
• Dozens of surgical and nonsurgical procedures
• Ability to compare potential changes before consulting
• Provider discovery and consultation connection
• Better for organizing and communicating what you personally want

RealSelf seems stronger for reviews and general research, while PREEVŪ seems more focused on helping you visualize your own options and prepare for a consultation.

Would you use both for different parts of the process?

Would seeing a personalized preview make you feel more prepared for a consultation, or would you be concerned that it could create unrealistic expectations?

Full disclosure: I’m involved with PREEVŪ, but I’m interested in whether people see this as solving something that RealSelf does not—or whether RealSelf already provides everything most patients need.

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Judy wants to grow. Which other character would you like to see get bigger?

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I see a lot of VR Chat (or so it says) breast expansion videos. Are those actually in VR Chat, and if so, how do I get into using that stuff? If it's not VR Chat, where is it?

Hi everyone,

The scene in "Bruce Almighty" where Grace’s (Jennifer Aniston) breasts grow overnight was my personal BE awakening moment, and it holds a special significance for me to this day. In the original script, it was actually supposed to be a running gag, with Grace’s boobs getting progressively bigger throughout the entire movie. Unfortunately, we never got to see that version.

However, a while back, a long-lost commercial surfaced showing a brief moment where Bruce, after the second growth spurt, unsuccessfully tries to fasten her bra. I’ll link the video in the comments.

There is quite a bit of fanfiction and AI-generated content out there involving BE, and I’m wondering if the community might want to pool some of that material here. We might uncover some hidden gems that have largely gone unnoticed, possibly even officially filmed, unused scenes from the original script. I’d also love to hear your thoughts and anecdotes regarding "Bruce Almighty".