. “Hey, Jessica, I’m sending you to the store with your big sister to get some more food.” Mom said.
I consented, but was crying for joy as it would mean I wouldn’t have to finish my math. “Let me get my purse.” I went back to my room and ran my niece and nephew out, before dabbing on some make-up and slipping on some flip flops. I grabbed my purse as my sister called up the stairs to me. It wasn’t long before we were in her car and driving to the store. I noticed a new ring on her finger and asked her about it.
“Oh, this old thing? I’ve had it for a while.” She answered. “So, let’s talk about you. Have you boobs grown out any?” she asked, but before I could answer her, she said “Oh, wait! You don’t have any! You know, I was sporting a good pair of B’s at your age.” I grumbled at her and sank into my seat. She always made fun of me.
“I just wish I had big boobs.” I said. “Then maybe the guys would like me better.”
Joanna smiled wickedly and I felt a strange sensation in my breasts. Looking down, I saw them seem to swell out and I could feel my bra straining against them. Then it seemed to fit fine and I found myself staring down at two B cups. But before I could do anything, I felt another weird sensation between them and I watched in shock and confusion as another B cup grew between them! I felt the middle piece of the bra pressing painfully into my third breast as I reached up to grab it in shock. Through my blouse, I could see where the bra, meant only for two breasts obstructed the middle one. The pain was so bad I had to take off my shirt in the car and take off my bra, throwing it in the backseat.
Looking at my breasts only served to heighten my sense of alarm. Reaching up a tentative hand, I grasped the middle breasts and shivered as my cold hands touched the flesh. I felt it. It was real, with nerves and everything.
Suddenly self conscious of onlookers, I hurried to pull my blouse over my breasts, feeling a strange tingling in my loins, feeling the panties I was wearing grow tighter. Looking down, I stifled a scream as I saw a huge camel toe against the crotch of my pants. I looked over at my sister, who focused on driving, as if nothing was wrong. She looked at me, seemingly worried. “Is something wrong, Jesse?” she asked, sounding concerned.
“Don’t you see it?” I said, as if it should be obvious, as it should. “I just grew a third breast and I can see the top of my pussy through the waist of my pants!” I cried pulling my blouse up a little to show her and grabbing my third breast, a bit harder than I meant to. She looked at me as if was crazy.
“What are you talking about? You’ve always had a large labia and a third nipple. The doctor even said you’d have three breasts and a huge labia once you matured.” She stated, as if it should be obvious. “You know it’s a bad birth defect.”
“Oh my god. She doesn’t notice anything.” I looked away confused, missing the grin from her face. A lock of my curly blonde hair fell into my face and I brushed it away. “Oh! By the way, you left some of your shopping in the back seat.” She said, as if suddenly remembering it.
Curious, I looked back in the back set and saw three bags of clothes sitting under a three-cupped bra closely resembling the one I had taken off. By this time, we were pulling up into the parking lot of the grocery store. As she parked the car, I unbuttoned my seatbelt and stepped out, grabbing my purse. I looked around uncertainly, adjusting my blouse to try to hide my third breast, while pulling it down over my loins to try to hide my Camel toe, but it seemed useless as no matter what I did, they could not be concealed.