"Aw, screw it. I'll just wear some of my old clothes. Maybe they'll still fit." Daphne pulls of her ripped shirt and torn jeans. "Wow, these things are huge", Daphne says referring to her new breasts. She wanders over to her closet and opens it. She picks out an ordinary pair of jeans and a T-shirt. With little difficulty, she pulls the jeans up to her waist. They fit pretty well. The T-shirt however, was a bit harder. It barely fit over the huge mounds on her chest, barely able to reach her waist. After a large effort, she just gave up, when the neck began to rip, and let the shirt go as low as it could. It was stretched pretty far, and there was a large amount of cleavage showing where the rip was.
"That was an ordeal... Now what should I do... I gotta talk to someone about this. I can go to Rick's house or I can talk to Sis... Ugh, I don't know who to turn to!" Daphne sat on her bed and thought. She thought and thought, but was always getting distracted by her own cleavage. "No! Gotta pay attention!" She stared at the ceiling. "What should I do...?"