Jennifer looked confused as she set down her phone as she began to look for her missing sock, as she turned around she let out a gasp as she felt her nipples rub against her cheerleader uniform. Her breasts felt like they were rocks as her shoulders strained at the sudden weight, she reactively grabbed her neck to rub the soreness as she lifted up her top to survey the damage. Nothing was pinching her breasts but her nipples had seemingly grown thicker, and her areola had grown about a inch if she had to guess. What was more was that her bra was gone. She began to walk to her dresser, wincing at the shifting weight as she looked down to see her modest B-cup breasts jiggling with each step. "What is going on?" Jennifer said as she pulled each drawer open, only to find no bra. Infact her wardrobe had changed slightly, nearly every top had changed to either a oversized t-shirt, very light tops and airy summer dresses, each offering considerable distance from her nipples to fabric. She settled on the summer dress, it was much more comfortable, though she could still fill the tips of her nipples rub against the dress, it felt like she could feel every fiber of fabric and it drove her mad. The breeziness of her dress also meant if she leaned over even slightly anyone could probably look down her shirt with ease, the lack of bra only exacerbating the issue. Jennifer called out to her mom, maybe she would have her missing bras.
Jennifer mouth opened slightly as her mom entered the room, she wore a loose top similar to the ones in her drawer, and she could easily see her darkened nipples through the light shirt. Slight damp spots had appeared on her shirt as well. Her mother was decently endowed, with a pair of double-ds, the extra size made the movement even more obvious, her moms face had not hiding the strain they must have been causing her. "What's wrong Jen?" She looked at her daughter getting ready for school, "Oh did you lose your pumps, I left it up here yesterday." She grabbed a pair of breast pumps that had been stashed in a bin on her dresser. Jennifer was shocked. "What's going on? I don't need those!" Her mom's face turned sympathetic, "Oh I know you just started but look down, I think you might already." Jennifer looked down the line of her moms pointed to her own chest, a similar slight pair of stains began to appear. Jennifer pulled the collar of her dress to see look at her nipples, even the light rubbing from her dress had caused her nipples to become engorged, small beads of milk had begun to appear before running down her breast. "It's ok, we all have to go through it." Jennifer's mom tried to comfort her. "Remember when you first started a few weeks ago, you were so excited to finally be a grown women?" Jennifer looked confused. "I guess I forgot." She questioningly took the pumps from her mom. "Right, well you better hurry if you want to catch the bus, I got a meeting so I can't drive you."
Jennifer wasn't quite ready to use the pumps, but decided to stash them in her backpack just in case. She finished trying to get ready, each simple action such as bending to tie her shoes or walking down the steps had opened completely knew situations as she struggled to deal with her breasts. She straightened out her shirt, her now C-cup breasts only increasing the discomfort of her breasts as she waiting for the bus to arrive.