A bulge

Pretty soon, Megan was regretting irritating the teacher because the top of her bra was cutting quite tightly into her breasts. She took a moment to appreciate that she could now call them breasts without feeling inadequate. She did her best to relieve the discomfort by folding her arms under them but had to stop when she noticed a few boys staring.

By break, she was grateful to leave and rushed to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. As soon as she could, she unclasped her bra and fished it out of her top. Elated, she squeezed them and ran her hands down her new figure.

Soon, the bell rang and she practically skipped to class. She made it a few steps before the unfamiliar feeling of nipples rubbing softly on her white blouse invoked self-consciousness. The was no need to jiggle and draw attention until she had been bra shopping, she figured.

She sat taller in her next lesson, proud of her new body, although still somewhat concerned about the translucency of her blouse. Her newfound confidence meant that the news of a surprise pop quiz bounced off her. She rushed through her answers and started to plan what she was going to do with the marker once she found it again, in particular how she was going to teach her bullies their sorely needed lesson.

Half way into the lesson, Megan's nipples had begun, yet again, to beg for her attention. This time, instead of brushing against her shirt, they were pushing against it. She looked down and noticed that they'd grown yet again. She cupped them and felt soft, warm handfuls.

While these were the breasts she'd dreamt of having, she felt her mouth dry as it occurred to her that, just because they were the size she'd wanted, there was no reason to think that they'd stop growing.

"Oh no."

She crossed her arms over them and looked around nervously.