Jen heard the distant, approaching steps of Coach Sparrow and panicked. "What if he catches me holding it, oh no," she panicked, her anxiety spiking. In a rush she tore off her t shirt, her bra preventing much growth of her chest in the interim. She quickly pulled the oversized, grotesquely coloured shirt over her head, thoughts racing through her mind about what ill effects it might have on her disproportionate body. It fell down her torso, fitting much more like her previous boyfriend's sweaters than a t-shirt, crumbling at the base of her hips and ass. The sleeves alone fell down to her elbows, the shirt baggy and huge on her.
"What if my arms don't grow? What if my head stays small? What if nothing grows? What if, somehow, my ass gets fatter AGAIN?" Jen thought, preparing for what she thought would be the worst.
Suddenly an intense burning began in her chest, she felt her bra get pushed out until it snapped. "Oh, oh no," Jen trailed off, unprepared for what lay ahead. The burning continued as she felt her chest grow, bulging out from underneath her most fashionable shirt. Jen watched as twin mounds of soft flesh built up, pushing out the oversized shirt. She felt the shirt grow tauter and tauter, feeling her growing breasts pull her shirt up and out.
"How big are they going to GET?" Jen panicked, the weight beginning to take its toll as they continued to grow, each one looking like a compressed beach ball underneath her still-loose shirt. They continued to increase in size for what seemed like forever, until suddenly the burning stopped.
Jen looked down and screamed. In addition to her massive hips, she was now met with an impressive set of breasts - and cleavage to match! They bulged out of the top impressively, stretching the seams of the now fitting shirt. She could feel them being squashed by the fabric, begging to be free, clinging to her torso somewhat painfully because of their weight and size. She estimated that each one probably weighed almost a hundred pounds, causing her to begin to ache as she wondered what she could do with such a bust. She felt the tissue heave up and down with her every breath, and also her arms being pushed out - the tisue was so massive it had spread under her armpits, squeezed, soft, and sensitive.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a poke to the ankle by Coach Sparrow. Jen crouched down, feeling her massive breasts spread onto her also incredibly sized thighs.
"Jen, how're those extra t-shirts you stored up there fitting?"
"Oh, they fit great!" she said.
"Alright, well, I still have a gym class to teach, why don't you tag along? Even though you can't participate, with those massive legs and, well, sizable assets of yours."
Jen followed Sparrow out of the large storage shed, only able to brace herself on the wall with one arm because her monumental bust blocked her other arm from reaching. She tried to clasp her hands together and found she couldn't reach halfway past either breast, but she sure could squeeze them! Jen felt them squish against her legs again as she exited the shed, entering back into the gym to see Elizabeth standing there mischievously. "Hey, Jen, I have an idea," she said, reaching for her phone...