You're going to a bar, as you were greeted by a big chested bartender complaining about not being promoted as manager for the last 5 years.

Koa: All these years, I could be manager. Not manager! No, I'm a bartender. She puts her large chest onto the table, as it made a metallic thud on the table and a small smack onto her chest. OUH! She than puts in a small can of orange juice into a shot of vodka. A few minutes later, she was a bit more taller. Onto 6'4". They don't appreciate me, they don't appreciate anything I give this place! I'm the only reason this place's profitable for the past 5 years! A few more minutes later, she was onto 7'1" and was getting annoyed at her chest. Why are you growing like this!? She than felt her behind expand, before looking behind and rubbing it a bit. Oh my god, why is it so big?! 10 minutes later, she was now 10'8" and having a very great hourglass figure. But she got purely annoyed as hell. Fuck. Them! She grabs her chest and wobbles it. I'm going to CRUSH them! She looks at you, purely annoyed. What do you want?!

You rub your eyes, thinking you're having a hallucination. But instead, you're not!