Bash gets up from the chair he was sitting on, and goes over to you. "Let me see your chest," Bash says. "Excuse me?" You ask. "We need to see your breasts, if they've developed," Bash answers. "Now you guys are just being perverts," You comment. "Dude, just take off your shirt, and have us see your chest," Michael explains.
Your face turns red, while you unbutton the shirt part of your uniform, and reveal the B-Cup breasts that you have grown before meeting Trina, and the cheerleaders. "Jeez, those are tiny," Michael comments. "Well, you know the old saying," Bash explains. "What old saying?" You ask. "What goes up, must come down?" "Nope, what's small in size, gets big by fondling," Bash answers. "Nobody says that," Michael explains. You walk back from Bash, thinking he might do something when he touches your chest.
"Don't you dare," You say, as your face gets more red, but Bash just jumps onto you, and fondles your chest. You struggle for help, while Bash fondles them, which causes Michael to get him off you. "Bash, dude," Michael comments. "Down boy. Those hands are for inventing, not chest touching. (Your Name), are you alright?" "DO I LOOK ALRIGHT?" You ask in an angered tone. Michael, and Bash look back at you, and find that your breasts has expanded to D-Cup size after getting fondled a lot. "Hot Damn," Bash yells. "Now those are some breasts. "GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU PERVERT," You shout. "Everyone just calm down," Michael explains. Suddenly your phone rings.