Futile Escape Plans

I spent my the day trying to find an escape route. I walked around the village, trying to find anything of use. I couldn't find any route to the beach except the forest, and I wasn't about to try that again! Not with that orb out there somewhere.

When I arrived home I was exhausted from all the walking I had done. I slung off my clothes and fell into bed.

I awoke the next morning to a familiar shock: they had grown even smaller! I was now about an A cup! My breast no longer even hung (though they had always been perky). Now they just swelled slightly. I squished them gently. They didn't feel different, besides the fact that I could easily cover them with my palms.

I was almost in tears. What was happening? How was it happening? I looked in the mirror, but couldn't stand to see my diminished reflection. I needed to get dressed, to cover myself!

I went to the dresser and picked up a bra. I slipped it on. It fit perfectly again, like nothing had ever happened! I put on the rest of my clothes. I didn't want to go out and face the same people again, but I couldn't sit at home. I had to get answers.