Jenny examined herself in the mirror. Whatever these things were on her chest, she couldn't call them nipples anymore. She didn't
know what to call them in fact. Her breasts had adapted as well to support the turgid protrusions from her torso. They were no longer
the squishable pillows she was used to. They rested against her rib cage as round orbs, unnaturally firm at this point and feeling like
they had implants. She knew though that they were completely "natural", if you could call it that. The added firmness provided the support
needed to keep her nipples pointed high and proud.
As much as she wanted to turn the tables on Kyle at this point, she could never go to school like this. But wait a minute, didn't he say that
everyone would find it abnormal but not unnatural? Maybe reality adjusted to accommodate for this. She dug through her wardrobe, thoroughly
There was not a single bra to be found. All of her shirts had nipple cutouts the size of soda cans. Naturally, these were all fashionable, yet loose
fitting shirts, so as to get the fabric to pass over the nipple to begin with. Jenny couldn't believe she was about to do this, but it was time to test
this out. She grabbed a pretty flowing blue top, and put on her jeans for the morning. Wearing her book bag was another experience all together.
The straps had to sit on the sides of her generous breasts, pulling her shoulders back a bit more than normal. It almost made it look like she was
trying to show of her assets.
Jenny caught the bus and went to school. They seemed to be in the way no matter how she turned or what she did. They often bumped into things,
including people. Each time, it sent a tingle of arousal down to her pussy, but the short taps of stimulation seemed to have little to no affect on her
growth. The boys leered at her much more than normal, and every now and then she would here someone mutter "Nippy Jenny". She was horribly
embarrassed by the time she reached her first class. Nevertheless, all her friends still treated her nicely, but they would occasionally glance at her
nipples a bit too long, or let slip an expression of pity. Jenny wondered if this was what it was like to live in a wheelchair with the way people looked
at you differently.
By the time lunch rolled around, Jenny was on the hunt for Kyle. Her nipples had been in the way the entire class period, and she had to turn sideways
in her seat just to keep her pencil from raking the underside of her right nipple. She was incredibly annoyed, and when she saw Kyle turn around the
corner, she cupped her hand around his mouth from behind and pulled him into the girl's bathroom. It didn't matter that he was pressed up tightly against
her nipples. She was quickly becoming aroused, but this would be worth it. "Transform or Dare, bitch", she spoke into his ear. There they wrestled