Jen didn't have much to lose. Her oversized mammaries and these ridiculous nipples couldn't get worse. She moved to her friend, then spoke out to catch her attention. "Lora, I need your help with something! I need you to say my breasts are normal!"
"Jen?" Lora turned around, then her gaze pointedly looked down. "What are you talking about? Your breasts are already normal for you." She went quiet, then leaned over Jen's bust to whisper. "Is someone being an ass to you? You know I've got your back on these things when it comes to revenge."
Jen was hoping that would work, though it seemed like nothing happened. The entire previous day was a blur to her, but she was pretty sure someone did something to make her breasts like this. And they spontaneously grew silicon implants in the middle of her conversation with Kelly. Maybe she had thought wrong, and it wasn't just anyone that could change her breasts? Had Kelly done this to her? Regardless, she wanted to do something. "Kelly called me bimbo tits, and then they got like this."
Lora seemed confused for a second, then hardened her glare. "We can pay that bitch a visit later, maybe mess with her locker. You might have a serious pair of cow udders for breasts, but nobody messes with my friend!"
Jen muffled a gasp as she felt a pressure return to her breasts. She could only imagine it had something to do with Lora's words, but that could only end badly. "U-uh okay, thanks Lora. Later!" She half-ran to the bathroom holding her mammoth breasts in place, and locked herself in a stall. She could already tell they were growing, but she wanted to assess the damage as it happened.
Lifting her shirt, she realized her nipples had become far more flesh-colored than before, making it even more indistinguishable from a cow's teat. She pressed a hand into the front, and realized the silicon from earlier was gone. Yet, her breasts continued to bulge outward.
The weight began to take its toll on Jen as each breast exceeded the size of her head. She hunched forward to let each breast spill over her lap, taking a slight amount of the weight off her back. The pressure started to subside, and Jen wondered what she could do next. Maybe she could find someone sarcastic so talk about her breasts? They could call them small. Maybe she could write something down and have someone else repeat it? Lora would surely do that. That wouldn't fix much of anything, though. All it would take is someone saying something else about her boobs and she'd be stuck again. Also, why was everyone so alright with Jen having such exaggerated breasts? It was like they saw nothing wrong with them, yet she was sure they were normal a two days ago.
As she continued to consider her options, her train of thought was interrupted as she felt a wracking pain through her nipples. They had expanded wider, and she now realized they had torn at the tip. The torn flesh traveled down the length of her teat-like nipple, cutting it into quarters, each of which looked at thick as her original teats. As the pain subsided, Jen could only witness as her mammaries began to deform further, creating four noticeable lumps as each new nipple retreated to a corner of each breast. As the pain subsided, Jen was left with two large cow udders fused to her chest. They ached with what Jen could only assume was milk, but they seemed to have settled.
Jen squeezed her shirt over her new assets, causing it to stretch to ridiculous proportion to cover her breasts. Where her previous nipples left only two visible lumps, these inhuman things left eight. She heaved herself into a standing position, struggling to keep herself upright. A girl entered the bathroom, then mumbled an "excuse me" as she maneuvered around Jen to get into the stall. Jen couldn't believe it. Her shirt left little to the imagination. How could anyone think she was normal?
She pondered on what she should do next, but then she heard the warning bell for class. She was slightly relieved, since even a half-minute of holding her bust up was enough to make her winded. A desk could give her some relief.