Cheryl woke up in a bed not her own. She moaned as she felt her heavy chest stimulated by the fabric on it. She suddenly remembered last evening and looked around. It was obviously morning and she was in a bed. She looked beneath the bedsheet and saw a tied together blanket covering her torso and bosom with her own panties covering her nether. She got up out of bed hefting her heavy chest up. "Where am I?" She heard Kimi's voice outside the room and walked out. Kimi was cooking, she appeared to be in a small appartment with 4 rooms at best. A sleeping bag was lying on the cough answering where Kimi had slept. "Morning." Sheryl said. Kimi turned around. "I'm sorry, I couldn't exactly take you home in your state and... I'm sorry for last night... I went to far..." Sheryl put her hand to her face. "You can say that again...." She heard a washing machine spin. "Your clothes are being washed, sorry but the walls are thin, I can't do laundry during the night..." Sheryl nodded silently.
Kimi brought her home with her normal clothes. Her parents treated her the same as always, despite her appearance. They talked to Kimi for a while and then Kimi apologized randomly before waving goodbye. Her mother sort of hugged her over her massive chest. "We were so worried, why did you go to the pool by yourself?" Sheryl apologized and her mother let go after a quick lie. Her sister didn't treat her appearance as anything unusual either. In her room she spend the day looking on the website for an item that could undo this but nothing seemed legit. At school the next day boys stared at her and girls stared at her as well. Picking out the ''gay'' crowd had never been easier. Her friends still treated her the same, though sometimes a joke about her chest or height slipped in it seemed like nothing had changed. Sheryl however did feel the change. Her legs felt stiff from walking quicker and she was exhausted more often but surprisingly other than that it was the constant sexual arousal by her own chest that bothered her. She sighed as she walked out of the school. Multiple boys had asked her out some others had asked if they were really really real. Obviously already having heard the answer of them being real before. At home Sheryl started rubbing her chest again, playing with her nipples. Not even tending to her lower region before she came with once again milk running from her nipples. She could live like this... she had gathered that... she was mostly flabbergasted how everyone she knew treated her appearance as normal but it just happened. It also seemed to extent to most people at work. It was only everyone else that looked at her with lust, desire, envy or confusion...