That night Jenny was finally allowed to remove her bra. She didn't know how she knew it was time, it was just as if a restrictive block in her mind lifted.
By now, the nipple growth had plateaued, and when she removed her shirt, she saw that her nipples had visibly pushed the padding of her bra away
from her breast flesh. They had grown a little since she last viewed them in the bathroom. They now stood at 2.5 inches from her bust. She had been
careful through the day not to cause her clothes to shift too much over her nipples. They did not need the extra stimulation. She found herself wondering
if this is what it was like for men when they had an erection. Suddenly, she had the thought of two 6 inch appendages attached to her expanded F cup
tits, and she flinched. "My God, could they really get that long?" She thought to herself. Mortified the thought she stopped looking at the effects her nipples
had on her bra and removed it.
Relieved of the confines of her tented bra, her nipples relaxed a little, though they remained no less erect. They simply softened in their texture since they
no longer had to press out the tight restraints. Curiously, she covered them with the palms of her hands and felt them harden once again. "Crap, so they'll
try to poke their way through any type of material. Kyle is so dead." When she pulled her hands away, she inadvertently flicked a nipple. They were unusually...
responsive to the stimulation. "Maybe if I just test it once..."
Jenny tweaked her nipple, and was immediately brought to her knees in front of her full length mirror. These were more sensitive than her clitoris used to be.
She wanted more, and as she tweaked and rubbed, flicked and sucked, she found herself reflexively bucking as she approached orgasm. Every tug on her
nipples sent tingles to her nethers and warm heat fluxing through her torso. She came hard, squirting onto the floor. Kyle said there would be consequences
to this, that there would be all around growth as opposed to just lengthening of the nipple. But, she couldn't resist when she started. Her nipples in that one
foray of pleasure had grown to three inches long and were as thick as her thumbs. The areolas had grown too, widening to silver dollars. They were ever so
slightly puffy too. She was still debating to herself whether the nipple play was worth it. It was quite possibly the most intense orgasm that she had ever had,
but now she no longer had nipples. They were teats.
She cleaned herself up, careful to avoid her new assets and went to bed. But what happens next? She still hasn't run into Kyle yet, and she has a T or D up
her sleeve.