She gave her the shirt

Megan figured she had **** if she didn't want to be stuck with ever-growing breasts. She gulped, taking some time to plan a route to her gym kit in her locker. before she gave her shirt up.

"Well?" Stacey demanded, hand outstretched.

With shaking hands and tears forming in her eyes, she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, letting cool air flow onto her chest for the first time since it existed. Under any other circumstances, the breeze and the relief from the constriction would have felt lovely, but standing on a bleacher on her lunch break as she pulled the arms out of her shirt to willingly give it to her lifelong bully was the opposite of lovely. This was Megan's worst nightmare.

Megan reluctantly placed her shirt in it, before she did her best to fold her arms in front of herself, squishing gently into her soft, huge breasts.

"Thanks!" Stacey skipped off, leaving the topless girl to panic.

"Wait, you didn't give me the pen!"

Stacey didn't even bother to turn to reply, instead calling back behind her, "I didn't say I had it! I said I'd tell you what I did with it. I gave it to lost and found, duh."

Megan wanted to kick herself for not trying that first, but she didn't have time to dwell as long as she stood in the open. She looked down at her breasts and watched her hands struggle to cover her ample chest; it looked more like her comparatively small hands were squeezing them rather than covering them.

Still fighting tears, she did her best to run along the outside of the field toward the main building, as far from eyes as possible, clutching at her breasts with each hand for stability.

Once inside, she sprinted to her locker room. Her cheeks burned as she felt eyes on her from all directions as she ran through the hall, her fleshy boobs bouncing uncontrollably, threatening to pop out from her grip as she moved. She focused on the objective.

One arm did its best to support and cover her naked chest, while the other frantically struggled with her padlock. She rummaged in her locker until she found it, and pulled the top over her head.

In a way, she was grateful that she'd switched to her gym class top, because it afforded her a bit more stretch, but barely more. Now she was at least decent, her next stop was lost and found.

Out of breath, she burst into the security office and doubled over. She tried to recover her breath as best as she could with her now DDD-cups straining her top when she breathed in.

She approached the window just in time to have the sliding glass slam shut against the frame in front of her. She knocked on it frantically and begged, only to see the wretched woman pick up her cigarette and walk out the back to the office. "Come back at the end of the day!"

The bell rang, signifying the beginning of class.

She screamed on the spot in frustration.

By her calculations, she'd been gaining a cup size per hour, so if she had to wait another three classes, she'd be in serious trouble. She didn't even know which sizes existed after DDD, a size she was surpassing already.

"This cannot be happening." She banged on the glass, unintentionally jiggling around, and pleaded, "Please!"