Call out to her.

"Shannon?" You say. "Are you OK?"

"Jamie? You're still out there?!"

"Yeah. Do you need help?"

"No! Don't come in. I just-- what the fuck just happened to me?"

It really sounds like it worked. You peer into the peephole, trying to catch a glimpse. They really weren't made for looking in.

"You sounded like you took a nasty spill." You struggle to think of some, any excuse to come in. "I have a first aid kit in my room if you need it."

"I'm FINE," she says. "I...I think..."

She sounds... distracted. Your imagination starts to run wild. You've seen enough improbably porn situations to make it play out quite nicely in your head. You imagine her playing with her new tits. Maybe she likes them...?

"OK..." you say. "I'm heading back to my room. I guess you don't need me... but you can just call me if..."

"Wait."

You pump your fist. Yes. Reverse psychology for the win.

She clears her throat and goes on. "If you promise to stay calm, I could really use your help. But something really... REALLY weird just happened."

"Go on..." You can't really hide the anticipation in your voice. Thankfully she doesn't seem to pick up on it.

"Do you promise?"

"Yeah. Sure, anything for you."

"Fine. Come in... the door isn't locked."

You push inside, finding the inner door slightly ajar. The tattered remnants of a shirt, the one she'd been wearing moments before lay on the ground. That's enough to make you rock hard (if you weren't already!)

You walk in slow, finding, Shannon on her bed, covering herself with her blankets. "I need you to find me a shirt. The biggest one you can find. I really... don't have many."

"I don't follow you," you say, playing dumb.

She lets the blankets sag just the tiniest bit, revealing a bit of ample cleavage. "I don't know how else to put this. But my tits just... just grew."

You're not sure what's more amazing. The fact that it worked, or that Shannon is confiding with you on this.