Jennifer and Madison walked to their first class together, fortunate they were able to pick out the same schedule as each other. Jennifer was slightly relieved to find the classroom largely unchanged, the only difference being Ms. Stevens desk now having her own breast care products laid bare.
Jennifer sat down with a sigh, it was so nice to finally sit down. Jennifer leaned back in her chair taking it all in.
Soon class started, as the teacher started to go into a rant about triangles and why their lengths mattered or something. It was good for about half the class until Jennifer started to get annoyed. It felt like all the sudden, no matter how she positioned herself, when she leaned forward to write her breasts were just big enough for her nipples to graze the edge of the school desk, irritating them to no end.
Jennifer bit her lip as she tried to endure through the class, she could see some of the other girls dealing with the same issue so she didn't feel left out. What broke her silence was once again her breasts had started to leak. "Damnit" she muttered to herself as she could feel a drop roll down her breast.
"Jennifer." A stern voice interjected. Jennifer looked up to see the teacher and half the class looking at her. "Jennifer if you need to milk yourself you know the rules, just do it, don't interrupt class." Ms. Stevens said. "Yes Ms. Stevens" Jennifer said, embarrassed. Jennifer wasn't ready to flash all the boys in her class so she continued to endure the rest of the class, dealing with it mostly by sitting back and hunched over as she could. Though it only made her breasts feel even heavier.
Jennifer was counting down the minutes on the clock until finally it rang 9:30. Jennifer stood up only to stagger slightly, she felt unbalanced as she collected her bearings quickly. She noticed that her shirt had started to tent with her breasts, just barely a quarter of an inch of skin was now peaking between the end of her shirt to her pants.
"It's must of shrunk from the milk" Jennifer guessed wrongly. She grabbed her back as she met up again with Madison as they walked down the hall.
Through gossip Jennifer learned how much things had changed, and what things really had not. As much as her conscious told her it was wrong, pretty much every women was used to having their tits out, most commonly to milk themselves. It was still seen as improper to not wear a top at all however, same as anything below the belt. Jennifer noticed that most girls stuck with wearing either blouses or loose tees, most certainly for ease of access when they needed to pump.
What surprised her were the boys, they didn't have any burden of carrying these jugs around nor did they care. If a girl had forgotten her pumps it was commonplace for her to beg to have someone milk her the old fashion way, something the boys were all to eager to assist with. Jennifer shuddered when she remembered when Madison said she had forgotten her pumps in the past. She probably had been one of those girls she thought.
"Don't worry about it that much." Madison tried to cheer up Jennifer. "Everyone has their first time right? I mean you remember how many times I lost my pair back in middle school? It was terrible, thankfully I learned before I got any older..." Madison gave a bit of a awkward shift in her step as she looked down. "...or bigger." She looked back at Jennifer with a sly smirk. "Speaking of which, how big are you going to get girl?"
Jennifier recoiled from the sudden question "What do you mean you're bigger then me!" "Ha! You wish, don't you remember last year when you found out you were a cup bigger, you never let me hear the end of it that I got the smaller boobs."
Jennifer stopped walking and stared at her breasts and then back at Madisons. They were smaller than her own. There wasn't any way else to cut it, they weren't that much larger, but larger nonetheless. "That can't be" Jennifer muttered. "Whats gotten into Jen? You're acting weird." Madison said.
Jennifer sighed. "Yea no, you're right, I'm just imagining things. As then bell struck 10, the girls entered their next class. The edge of Jennifer's shirt creeping ever upwards.