Where the sweater had once been completely flat - so flat that Rachel sometimes was mistaken for a boy while wearing it - it was now bulging out, almost strained by the pressure of something inside it. Rachel couldn't quite tell, but she had an electric feeling that she knew what it was - and indeed, when she stripped off her top she saw her guess was right.
Her small, mildly pleasing chest bumps had been replaced by great, quivering masses of flesh. As she goggled at them, they rippled with her breathing. She lifted them with her hands and squished them together, then pulled them apart, all the time marveling equally at their size and their totally inexplicable appearance.
"What just happened?" she asked.