The Breast-Growth Serum
I bit my lip, staring at myself naked in the bathroom mirror. It was so unfair. I’d seen pictures; Mom had already had a beautiful pair of C-cups when she’d been my age. And by the time she’d had me, just a couple of years later, they’d swollen up to the most amazing double-Ds! But here I was, a week and a half since my eighteenth birthday, and I still barely even needed a training bra! I sighed, reaching up and giving myself a dejected squeeze. Maybe it wouldn’t be so frustrating, if I didn’t look just like her in every other way; I was tall, five-eight and skinny, with long, naturally blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and a cute little button of a nose. I actually really liked the way I looked… all …