Susan sat at her desk, waiting impatiently for the day to end. It was the last remote session before the summer vacation and the fourteen-year-old only mildly followed the teacher’s words, as only the most studious of students had any motivation for school left. Her room was a mess, clothes lying about, but that was thankfully off-camera.
Her brown eyes moved and she looked wistfully at the window of her parents’ home, it’s glass reflecting her in jeans and shirt, which were, stupidly, still required to follow code, alongside her dark skin and black twists. “Even at home, school is pain.” she thought as time stretched out like a band of rubber.
It was then, when the clock struck three, the teacher finally said goodbye, the word salvation for the teen. After she closed the school app, she pulled her lean arms above her head and stretched.
“Fuckin’ finally.” she muttered and stood up, went for her closet and traded her clothes for a sports bra for her newly grown B-cup breasts, a crop top showing off her flat stomach, and sweatpants. After that, she took the keys and left the apartment, opting for a run in the city to let out some tension.
After running for an hour or so she felt a pressure in her pants, in a familiar place above her vagina and lust rose from within. She needed to investigate, since she recalled something from sex ed which fit the sensation. ‘Dicksprout’ it was called, with which girls and women grew penises in varieties of ways, the last thing she needed.
While going home the tension worsened and on touching her pants she felt herself fluttering, as her hand followed the growth a bit upward, almost a conformation of what was happening. Thankfully, no one, not even a cop, interrupted her way home, else they were confronted with a panting teen.
Back home, she smelled someone frying meat. “How are you?” called her father in his deep voice from the kitchen, but she just said “Everything’s alright!” and got straight into the bathroom. On the toilet she pulled down her pants and saw what she feared.
Her clit was immensely swollen, a pink three incher growing above her vagina, bigger than in the textbooks. Her panties were wet from her vagina leaking in arousal.
After walking out, her father wanted to say something to, until he stopped himself. After her mother came home from work, they began their meal.
“Mum, dad, I need to go to the doctor.” she said quietly, bracing herself for the questions.
“Why, is something wrong?” asked her mother. “Something that a doctor must be involved?” That question is understandable, since they can barely afford a visit, even with both her parents working.
“How do say it…” she thought, her brain going through many word choices.
“It’s PPS, isn’t it?” asked dad, an indignant ‘Terry’ coming in response.
“No, no, dad’s right.” she said hanging her head.
That brought silence, punctuated by their fridge working.