Hunt Stacey

If one thing was clear to Megan, it was that Stacey knew something about the marker. She wasn't sure what she knew though, so Megan needed to play carefully.

Careful to avoid the sight of Mrs Garcia, who had specifically forbade Megan from being around Stacey after she caught her interrogating her, she started to frantically search the school grounds for Stacey.

Unsurprisingly, the predictable cheerleader could be found practicing with her friends at the sports green. She recognised the cheerleading team from a distance and made her way towards them.

"Stacey!" Megan waved, calling out to her enemy for the first time in her school career.

She ran up to the cheerleaders as quickly as she could with her new weight on her chest, only to be intercepted by two of the tallest boys she'd encountered. They blocked her way and she bounced straight off them.

"Let me through, I need to talk to Stacey!"

They turned to face the cheerleading team just as the bully was standing on her teammates' shoulders. "Can't you see she's busy? And what --- woah," he paused to clear his throat as he, transparently, looked at Megan's body in more detail, "have I seen you before?"

Megan winced as he looked over her new chest, knowing that in years, none of the boys had noticed her even once.

"Anyway, what makes you think she wants to talk to you? You can wait here."

Megan tried to run around them a few times before she had to admit defeat to the football jocks in her way, who each time caught her with ease and pushed her off the field.

She waited on the bleacher for much of her lunch break, trying not to cry in the open or contemplate the increasing strain she felt in her shirt.

Stacey sauntered over to the distraught girl cheerily. She tilted her head and squinted at Megan's breasts thoughtfully, before she folded her arms and continued. "Come to apologise to me?"

"What? No! I mean, yes. Anyway, I need you to tell me where the marker is!" She paused, watching the expression on Stacey's face. "I'm ****. I'll do anything."

"Firstly, that's not an apology, but we'll get to that. Secondly ... anything?" Stacey's eyes lit, evilly.

"Yes! But I'm in a hurry. Please!" Megan's honest fear and desperation resonated in her words.

Stacey bit her lip mischievously. "Give me your shirt."

"W-what?" Megan wrapped her arms around herself, stunned.

"You heard me. You want to know what I did with the marker, you give me your shirt."