Mary does her own experimentation

As Mary dashed down the steps, she felt her breasts bounce against her t-shirt, practically threatening to pop out. It was such a strange sensation to feel the enhanced weight and size bulging from her chest.

Her whole body felt strange. Fuller and bouncier and, of course, so warm. Every aspect of Mary felt amped up. Her hair, her legs, her chest, it all felt amplified.

Mary bounded by her mother in the kitchen, moving quickly so as to not be seen. Mary didn’t want to know what her mother would say if she saw her looking like this.

Bursting through the door, Mary felt a blast of cold, refreshing air on her face and chest. It felt nice, but did little to quell the heat that burned in her like a little star.

A moment later, she heard his voice.

Mikey Bowers was a good five years older than Mary, so their lives had never intersected all that much. Mikey was fresh out of college, living large at home and trying desperately to find a direction beyond intramural sports and beer pong.

He was casually shooting hoops when he looked over at Mary. Their eyes met and then Mikey’s own pair dropped lower. They widened.

“Little Mary Anderson?” He called out in disbelief.

Mary cringed hearing this. She certainly did not feel little at the moment.

“That’s me,” she said.

Mary could feel Mikey’s eyes pawing at her body and was surprised to find the experience strangely fulfilling. Before her freak transformation, Mary wasn’t ugly by any standard, just invisible. It was nice to be recognized.

Blushing, Mary stepped closer to Mikey. He was a tall young man and well built, with just a hint of beer gut left over from his college party days. His face was a handsome one, with a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes and a wide, friendly smile.

What are you doing, Mary? Get yourself under control!

Mary stepped over to the low chainlink fence that separated her yard from Mikey’s and asked the boy how things were going.

Mikey launched into a long, drawn out speech about the challenges of working at Dairy Queen and how college was so much better than adulthood. Mary didn’t listen closely, but nodded her head and looked with increasing need and longing at her neighbor.

Every so often, Mary leaned over to give Mikey a clear view of her enhanced bust and he took her up on her offer every time.

What the hell is wrong with you, Mary? She thought. You’re acting like a total slut.

Light chit chat turned into a game of Horse around Mikey’s dinky, rusted basketball hoop. He joked and Mary giggled. Joking turned to tickling and soon Mary could feel the evening sliding towards a strange, unfamiliar place. All the while, her body burned like a newborn star.