Rebbeca just stared at the wailing pile of boobs that was her friend Juggs. She could see that the great expanse of her cleavage was slowly but surely growing in size and dipping closer to the floor due to the saggings of them. Juggs' cheerleading top and bra, once fit on her lithe frame, have been reduced to what is considered to be a bundle of strings. The bra alone has been sunken into the bottom of her bust, showing the world her great inverted nipples. Juggs' nipples are so deep, that she could easily fuck with them. No matter how low they get, Rebecca still admires the fact of how firm Juggs' tits get. Even though they are now approaching a size that would make a milking cow jealous, and getting to a point where they reach her thighs while standing due to their sag, Juggs still have that 'fake, overfilled saline implants' look to them.
"Miss Smith! Would you please stop with your blubbering, it's bothering the other student." Mr. Wilson was giving his 'I have no time for this shit' look at poor Juggs, who calm down enough to hear her teacher. "I'm 'sniff' sorry Mr. Wil- 'sniff' son," Juggs was sniffling in her speech, still feeling Sad at her current state. "I 'sniff' was crying because 'sniff sniff' that-" "That you forgot your homework, for the NINTH time this month alone." The outcry has startled Jugg in such a way that she lost her sniffles. Instead, her Sadness was replaced by a sense of Fear.
"I'm starting to think that you don't want to be a cheerleader, especially the way that your top failed to cover you up!" Mr. Wilson began to approach that back row, directly toward the quaking mass of tits that is slowly losing their firmness. "I mean, have you seen yourself, Miss Smith?" Mr. Wilson then grabbed the trapped nipple through Juggs's excuse of a top, not noticing (or caring) how much softer the breasts were getting. "Your nipple alone is bigger than my hand. Good luck trying to breastfeed your kids." He then pushed aside the bit of fabric and thrust his arm in, without any resistance inside. This surprised everyone in the classroom, especially to Mr Wilson. But for Juggs, all she has is Fear. 'Why did my teacher decide to bully me? How did my nipple not get hurt when he inserted his hand in them? And what is going on with my breasts?!?' With her thoughts in duress, Juggs pulled out of her teacher's hands and made her way to the door of the classroom.
"Hold on now Miss Smith," Mr Wilson commanded to the oversexed girl. The tone of voice sends a shiver down Juggs' spine, giving her another boost of Fear. "The only reason that you are leaving my classroom is because of your ill-fitted attire." He gestured at the impossible size of Juggs' breast in comparison to what was left of her top. "May I go to the nurse's office then sir?" meekly asked Juggs. Within a few moments, Mr. Wilson quickly went to his desk and produced a slip for Juggs. "Here, you are excused for the day." He gave the slip to Juggs and she tucked it in between her canyon-like cleavage, which had grown over a yard with her new growth. Juggs thanks Mr. Wilson and attempts to leave the room.
With her new growth from being Sad and Terrified, Juggs' juggs got stuck while trying to exit. With half her tits facing the hallway and the other half still being in the classroom, Juggs began to panic. "Help me!! Please!!" Juggs cried out to her classmates, while she could feel herself touching more of the doorframe. Only Rebecca got up to help her friend. She sighed and talked to herself, "Why are we still friends?" Juggs didn't hear her, she was too busy panicking about how quickly she had blown up in such a short amount of time. In fact, Juggs didn't notice that Rebecca just push one of her boobs in and Juggs just poured out in the hallway.
"And next time, try to bring your homework." Mr Wilson said curtly before slamming the door after Juggs left the room.
Juggs slowly shifted to her feet and got up from the ground. With her slip in hand (or in tits in this case) Juggs slowly made her way to the nurse's office. While walking to the office, Juggs tried to look at herself and to see what had happened since this morning. Gone was the taught feeling they had when she left the house, now replaced with the realness of squishy boobs. Her knee-length boobs have completely covered her, along with a seemly endless amount of flesh behind her inadequate clothes. The squishy feeling, coupled with her sagging breasts and inverted nipples, has left the ill-fated girl with a torso of a super-stack MILF. 'If I have tits like a MILF, would I be able to lactate as well?' Before she gets to dwell on those thoughts, Juggs could see the door to the nurse's office and she quickens her steps (not before she felt a full feeling deep within her boobs.
Juggs knocks at the door, mostly because she knows that her now much wider her bust has become and would like to avoid getting stuck again. Mrs. Peterson opens the door her wise, grandmother's look tells that this isn't the first time to Juggs. "Oh dear, that's quite the growth spurt. Don't you worry pet, I have a few tops from the Lost and Founds that may fit you better. Shame about your bra though, but I will see if there is something in your size." And Mrs. Peterson closed the door to get the few clothes that may fit Juggs, now even more Worried about what she said. 'She wasn't surprised to see me. Not to mention how little everyone cared in the classroom when Mr.Wilson assaulted me.' In between her musing, while also standing in between her giant boobies, Mrs. Peterson open the door a began to show Jugg her new tops.