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Katty’s Second Punishment.

              You walk through the front door and hum to yourself. Today is a good day, and nothing is going to ruin it. Or that is until you enter the kitchen and see Katty’s hands on her hips. She stares at you with an angry look in her eyes.

              “Where have you been?  Don’t you know what day it is?  Hmm?”  She holds up her hand.  “No, don’t answer that.  I feel like you are just going to make things worse.”  Katty paces back and forth as you struggle to remember what today is.  It’s not February, so you are in the clear there.  You know neither of your families are in town.  Yet, as you see flowers on the table, you start to become nervous.

              “You do this every year!  You think I wouldn’t notice?  Well?  Spit it out?  Where is my gift, Sarah?”  She crosses her arms.  “You do want to wish me a happy anniversary, right?”

              You gulp, knowing you have been too preoccupied with work.  Your boss has been down your throat all week, and you have had little to no time for anything else to avoid being a part of the layoffs that are looming.  “I umm. . . umm. . .”

              Katty rubs the bridge of her nose.  “I can’t take an umm.”  She presses down on her shoulder.  “You know what happens when you forget.”  She turns around.  “And this year, it will be bigger than the last.”  She laughs as she turns around with a little candy in her hand.  “And you are going to have to wait an extra day before the effects wear off.  I have to teach you somehow.”  She slowly slips the candy into your mouth and tilts your head back.  You swallow, knowing that if you don’t, your punishment will be much worse.  But you also do it as you know you love it.

              Katty sits down and sighs. “Well, I guess we will just have to get comfortable, won’t we?”  She looks at you. It shouldn’t take long now.”  Katty giggles as you start to moan. “There we are.”  She rubs your cheek. How are you feeling, hunny?”

              “Hot.”  You wipe the sweat from your brow.  “Hot and very. . . very. . .”  You keep your hands at your side.  “Ughh. . .”

              She rubs your cheek. “Say it. You know, the more you fight it, the worse it will get. Though I won’t judge.”  Katty giggles. “If you want to grow bigger for me, it will be an anniversary gift after all.”

              You shake your head, not believing her words.  If you can just resist, then maybe this year you won’t grow.  You won’t swell.  But as your boobs suddenly bounce about inside your blouse, you realize you are losing the battle of wills.  Your hand covers your mouth as you stifle a giggle, your nipples hardening.  Everything is becoming so sensitive, and you want to grip your boobs.

              “Aww, is my girl having a hard time?”  Katty rubs your shoulders.  “Do you need some help?”  She tightens your blouse.  “There.  Feel better?”

              You take a deep breath as Katty’s hands work their way back up to your chest.  “Come on.  You know you want to let it out.”  Your eyes close, the pressure slowly becoming too much.  “Let it out, hun.”  She squeezes your boobs, causing you to moan.  Your boobs swell, pressing tightly against your blouse, your nipples rubbing against the fabric.  “Keep going, hun.  I know you can do better than that.  Show me the gift I deserve.”

              Sweat drips down your neck as your chest swells, your boobs bouncing about as they grow.  Your blouse tightens even more, trying to contain your boobs, but it is far too late; the transformation has begun.  You can also feel your pants tighten as the pleasure extends down to your ass.  “Katty I. . . I. . .”