Jenny walked that halls to her first class desperately trying to think of an explanation as to her new breasts, “what the heck is going on?” she thought to herself while feeling the additions to her body.
She arrived to her first class late;
“Miss Smith why are you late?” her teacher asked. She couldn’t tell him that she’d grown another set of breasts and had stood in the parking lot for 10 minutes deciding whether to go into school or not, so she lied.
“There was traffic, we didn’t move for -” Jen stopped as the pressure returned, this time above her new breasts. She looked around the room in panic, “It’s happening again!” she shrieked and grabbed her chest just in time to feel them shift down her body and another pair grows in above them. This pair was even larger than the last, about another cup size. But the fabric of her cheerleading top couldn’t cope with her new size and ripped on both sides below the armpit, taking some of the strain, but her new breasts were still badly squashed. Jen looked around the room at all of her classmates who were looking at her funny.
“Well now that that little piece of mime theatre has finished…” her teacher said, “take your seat miss smith”
She sat in her seat, her six breasts jiggling when she sat, “why is no-one commenting?” she asked herself, trying to hide behind the desk. She heard the two idiots behind mocking her;
“Get ‘em off of me!”
“They’re everywhere! ARGH!”
Followed by heavy snickering.
She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her; she was mortified but had to find out what was causing it. And what was worse was that her new breasts were starting to ache and little wet spots were forming on her shirt…