Keep running

Stacey eyed the school entrance, knowing her car was in the parking lot immediately outside, and made a run for it. She did her best to put her pendulous breasts out of her mind as she put her hands up to push the door open in front of her.

Unfortunately for her, she bounced straight off of the locked door and landed on her back, breasts splayed outwards uncomfortably. She tried to sit upright but by the time she did, Mrs Garcia had a hand on each of her shoulders, pinning her down along with her heavy chest.

Still slightly stunned and only really able to see Mrs Garcia's upside down chin, she felt Stacey snatch the marker from her hand. Megan laid back on the cold floor, accepting defeat.

She felt Stacey write something on her arm, but from this point she couldn't move a muscle in her body. She felt like a statue in place.

"Carry her to back to your classroom," Stacey ordered.

Megan remained helplessly frozen while Mrs Garcia struggled to carry her like a heavy plank of wood.

Stacey lay on one of the classroom tables, helplessly looking up at the ceiling while Stacey paced around her, thinking.

"First thing's first."

Megan felt hands on her, tugging at her top, having it stretched across her huge breasts. Stacey managed to get it as high as her shoulders before the arms got in the way.

"We need to fix your problem." Stacey took the lid off the marker in her mouth and turned her head to read the word 'GROW.' She said, "idiot," through the marker cap in her lips.

Megan, still unable to look anywhere but upwards, felt a solid line on her chest, followed by some more scribbling, but felt no obvious change. Feeling like an animal at the vet, Megan was left to wonder what Stacey had done.

Stacey looked satisfied, and lowered her face in front of Megan's, her blonde hair tickling her immovable face. "The thing is, and I mean this in a nice way, I don't want to mess with you. Not because I don't want to play with you, but you're such a small fish." Stacey managed to sound utterly demeaning as she labored each of her words. "I have much more important people to put in their place and I need to plan."

Stacey read to herself what she'd written on the underside of one of Megan's huge breasts.

• Permanently this size
• Can't move (she added, 'until I'm home')
• Can't get close to me

She noted that 'GROW' disappeared the moment she drew a line through it. She folded her arms and bent down to write one last thing: