Holly was a nerd, she looked like one, she acted like one, she knew she was one though. She had never been very popular due to her looks and for that reason she turned to academics. Once she got good at it she started to enjoy it, being the top of her class in every subject and not having any detentions for six years were rewarding to her.
She had always however longed to look different, something to make her stand out. Holly had no curves to speak of on her skinny frame and her face and hair were plain and boring. Her face was boyish and covered in freckles; these were hidden however by her glasses which were large with bold frames. Because of her glasses Holly had to have her hair done up in a ponytail all the time otherwise her glasses got tangled in the mousy brown mess.
Holly's mom was the only relative she knew as she had never met her dad but she had been told he had left her mom with enough money to never work a day in her life. Holly's mom Taylor was almost the polar opposite of holly in the looks department. She was tall, with large breasts and a curvy waist. Her face was very feminine and very sexual. She had full red lips and bright blue eyes to compliment her hair, it was a thick brown that flowed down to her waist in a long braid highlighted blonde at the end. Holly could only wear baggy clothing like t-shirts or blouses Taylor could wear tight, low cut V necks to show off her cleavage or short skirts to show off her tight heart shapes rear and wide hips. This confused Holly, she assumed she must have gotten all of her genes from her dad yet stayed with her mom after their divorce or something. But Holly still longed for her mothers figure.
It was a Sunday evening two days after Holly had graduated high school, she had been valedictorian and was going to Stanford in the fall to study psychology. What lay ahead of her was a summer full of reality TV, movies and anime. Same as every year.
Holly was brushing her hair in the mirror preparing for dinner, every Sunday Holly and her mom had dinner together.
Holly had finished brushing her hair, she tied it up and put it up in a ponytail. She put her hands to her chest, flat, as always.
"Why are my boobs so small? Mom's boobs are so big why do I not have any?" She asked herself. "they just don't ever wanna grow?" Holly continued getting changed but felt a tingling sensation in her chest the whole time, she ignored it for the most part but when she had finished the tingling had become unbearable. She looked in the mirror, she was shocked. She could visibly see her breasts growing. She was awe struck. She couldn't stop watching, they had gotten so big they had burst through three of the buttons on her blouse.
"Stop," she cried. She wanted boobs but not this big. "Mom!"
Taylor was busy in the kitchen finishing dinner for the two of them.
"Hold on sweetie, I'm just perfecting this turkey. I'll be right there." She said through Holly's cries. She ran into the living room and got the shock of a life time.