Jen sat through her first class trying to ignore the sensation her new breasts where giving her, did she have to go and see the doctor? She’d grown additional breasts and no one seemed to care, did no one think this was weird?
After class she left quickly to avoid anyone else, she was scared the spell would be broken and they’d notice how freakish she’d become. She spotted Susan in the crowd and worked her way towards her.
“Susan!” Jen called, her friend turned and waved. “Susan!”
Jen grabbed her and pulled her into an empty classroom.
“Susan, how many breasts have I got?”
“6” Susan said resolutely
“But on the bus how many did I have?” Jen asked quickly.
“6” Susan said, now becoming confused.
“No! I had 4!” Jen cried, but Susan wasn’t paying attention to her, she was looking at the 6 dark spots forming on Jen’s cheerleading top.
“Jen, I think you need to be milked!” She giggled excitedly; Jen was a little shocked she hadn’t had time to worry about the stains because of the dull aching in her breasts. But now Susan mentioned it Jen realised she really did need to be milked, Jen shook her head, these were crazy thoughts, and there was no way she was going to milk herself.
“I don’t think that’s true, I’m sure it’s not milk” Jen said to calm Susan down only for the pressure in her chest to return, She squealed desperately as her 6 breasts moved down to make way for a new fourth pair, again bigger than the last. But this time her top couldn’t cope anymore and quickly ripped clean down the middle of the back and fired across the room, allowing Jen’s 8 breasts to spring free.
Susan laughed, “I don’t think that top fits you”