A growing problem

My head spun as I felt another ring of beads materialize around my neck. I reached up and felt my already huge tits swell further in my hand. Things were getting out of control. The witch who’d cursed me made the rules very clear. Every thirty minutes I went without a guy touching my tits, pussy, or ass meant I’d grow even bigger and another ring of beads would be added to this cursed necklace. If, however, that guy fucked me I’d be stuck in that body forever. If I could still walk back to her tomorrow the witch would turn me back.