Jennifer stood in the stall holding her cheer-leader sweater in one hand and her bra in the other staring at her now inflated breasts. Inflated was the only word she could use to describe them. They were not like any breasts she had seen before, not even like the surgically enhanced busts of models in titty mags. Her breasts were big and round and tight. They stuck out from her chest like they were two rubber balloons clinging to a wall by static electricity. Her breasts were much larger than they had been this morning. But despite their size they did not sag. They did not flop. They had no weight to flop. Jennifer's breasts were like thick walled rubber balls that had been inflated to firmness and glued to her skin. And there was one other thing that occupied Jennifer's mind more than the size:
Basket-balls.
Cam had turned her breasts into basket-balls. The size and shape of her breasts resembled basket-balls but so did the colour. That last change that she had felt turned her skin orange. The texture of the surface of her breasts was rubbery and orange. The tiny circular nubs that gave the basket-ball grip was clearly visible on her breasts. Where appropriate there were also black groves that ran over her breasts dividing the patches of orange into the curved shapes unique to this particular sports-ball.
Transfixed by her breasts, the loose clothing fell from her hands as she hesitated to touch her breasts. Cupping and feeling all around the increased surface of her boobs, Jennifer searched for something normal. They felt light; as if they were filled with air. They felt firm; her fingers did not sink into the round globes. They felt fake; the entire surface was rubbery and smelt like new plastic. But they were her breasts. As her hands roamed she could still feel through the surface of her basket-balls. Her long hair fell forward and a strand tickled across the top of one breast causing her the giggle. Where the rubber met the rest of her regular skin the divide was smooth; one type of skin blended into the next quickly.
Inspection finished, Jennifer wondered what to do now. She could not stay in the stall all day. And she could not go to class could she? Jennifer tried to stretch her bra over the balls but the change in size was too great even for the stretchy piece of cloth. She had gotten her sweater off but getting it one was a bit tougher. In the small cubicle she found herself too confined and she had to get out.
The bathroom was empty for a change and Jennifer decided to chance putting on her top in the open. Emerging from the stall she found herself looking directly into the mirror. This was when she made a new discovery; Cam had imagined a girl with basket-balls for breasts but he had not added nipples. In the mirror image Jennifer could see no sign of areolae or teats. There was just the same textured rubber right where her nipples should have been. Despite her fear about being caught she found herself laughing at Cam's blunder. Jennifer wondered if his girlfriend played up to his intense love for the game.
At that moment, the door to the bathroom opened and in walked ...