Adriana had no idea if the cheerleaders would recognize her. She was much younger than before, and she did look just like a third grader. Perhaps that would be enough to fool them.
The cheerleaders hung out in the gym, so Adriana waited until physical education class to start. When she got to the gym, she didn’t need to look hard.
“Hey, kid…”
Adriana turned and saw a massive girl. Her tan belly and heavy love handles bulged out from underneath her top. Her skirt had stretched over her butt, barely concealing the plus-sized panties she had stretched over her fat, swollen crotch. Her boobs were stuffed inside her top, looking like they might slip under her shirt at any moment.
“Wow! What happened to you?”
“Shut up,” the fat girl snarled. “Those stupid pep-squad boys ambushed us, and if you want those mints you’ll shut your stupid face.”
Adriana nodded. The cheerleader reached under her boob and tossed Adriana a tin. “There!”
“That’s it? I don’t have to pay?”
The girl smiled and turned away. Adriana could hear her thighs rubbing as she walked away.
Any suspicions Adriana had were quickly replaced by the excitement of bigger breasts. As soon as Gym class was over she popped one of the mints in her mouth and started sucking. The mint flavor was so intense that it burned her tongue, but she kept going. Her breath was so cold that as soon as it left her mouth it turned to fog.
A chill ran through Adriana’s body, and underneath all the tissues stuffed in her shirt, her nipples were hard as glass. They stuck out like a pair of thumb tacks under her shirt, and within the hour they stood on top of a pair of tight, round tits.
“Adriana, pay attention!”
“Y-yes ma’am.” Adriana could barely take her eyes off them. Every time she looked away, they would be bigger when she looked back. No matter how much, Mrs. Serkis scolded, nothing could lessen her excitement.
“You look well today,” winked Miss Courtney.
“Thanks!” Her tits were a solid b-cup. She was clearly violating the dress code by now. “I guess I’ll have to do some shopping.”
“Go for it, girl.”
They kept growing. Adriana’s chest got heavier and softer. She was nearly as big as the rest of the girls. They turned away and refused to acknowledge it, but Adriana didn’t care. She was a little girl but she had breasts bigger than some teenagers’. Even the high-school boys turned to watch her as she walked by.
“These things are perfect, but what am I going to do now?”