Chapter Two

“Perfect!”

“Perfect!”

“Marvelous!!!”

The game announcer boomed, tracking their flawless combo. Synth music blared as they stomped the foot pads, jumping and twirling in time with the heart-racing beat.

Mia blinked colored spots out of her vision, attempting to focus on the screen. Uncertain of when they’d started playing, she and Shauna were on fire. A small crowd had gathered, watching them dance in perfect synchrony, challenging the high score.

Somewhere along the way, she hitched the waistband of her pleated uniform skirt up under her top, exposing more sun-starved thighs than normal. Every time she spun, the pleats flapped, nearly giving the onlookers more of a show.

The click of a camera shutter made her frown.

Someone snapping a photo without consent…. wasn’t that, like, a violation? Or was it objectification?

The distinctions were confusing.

Stealing a glance at Shauna, she almost missed a step. The girl was sweating up a storm! Her friend glistened with more moisture than a fever victim, plastering the white blouse to her flabby rolls and turning the thin cotton translucent. Copper strands stuck to her perspiring face and neck, but she smiled beatifically as the song track blazed.

“Great!”

“Perfect!”

There was something different about how the larger girl moved to the music. She danced–no, she hopped through the choreography with her wrists tucked under her fat breasts, fists pointed downward. It was an odd posture that called attention to the excessive bounciness of that region.

Mia was surprised to feel a little bounce in her own chest. It was a foreign sensation—a slight wobbling of perky flesh that had never warranted the support of a bra before now.

“Cleared!!!”

“OMG, we did it!” Soggy arms grabbed Mia in a crushing embrace. “A double-S ranking on the final stage! We’re top of the scoreboard!”

“Ew, you’re all sweaty. Get off of me!”

“Oops, sozzles.” Shauna giggled, releasing the skinny brunette.

Looking down in horror, Mia saw the transferred wetness had soaked her front, giving damning testimony of her braless condition, evidenced by two stiff pink nipples poking the suddenly limp fabric.

Covering herself with a forearm, Mia snatched up her phone and fled the crowd, cheeks burning with mortification.

“I am so, so sorry.” Shauna repeated from outside the changing room. A bra was shoved under the privacy curtain. Sunflower patterns decorated the small cups. “How about this one? Isn’t it cute? If you think about it, this was probably a good thing. An opportunity to clothing shop together. That’s quality girl time, right?”

Mia was staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her topless reflection. The young woman staring back sported teacup-sized breasts capped with raspberry peaks.

There was even a slight crease forming on the lower boundary of each budding dome. Inframammary folds, they were called–she’d long abandoned any dreams developing them, but they’d miraculously appeared in her darkest hour.

Brushing a pebbled nip sent shocks of pleasure through the nubile nubbin. An experimental pinch weakened her knees, causing iridescent soap bubbles to fizzle in her brain.

”Oooomff~...”

“Too cutsie? Here, try this on.” A black balconette bra with tangled backstraps sailed over the divider. “It’s a tad risque, and you’ll need a top that isn’t white… but hey, that’s, like, another reason to keep shopping, yeah?”

Mia’s brows furrowed as she struggled against the thrumming heat coalescing in her middle. Every touch sent another wave through her. Blood pooled and toes curled.

It was terribly, deliciously distracting.

Was her mud-brown hair slightly longer and a shade lighter? Did her fishbelly-white skin fractionally darken to a richer hue? Were her bony hips and shapeless rear slowly filling out?

…just like her sensitive, sexy, fun-time tits?

That was impossible. Unbelievable. The stuff of fairytales.

An ugly duckling didn’t magically become a swan overnight.

But the guttural moans couldn't be contained when Mia squeezed her swelling bumps like rubber stress toys. Lightning struck like the wrath of an angry Norse god, electrifying her churning core. Juices gushed and muscles spasmed in a rapturous paroxysm.

“Oh, my fucking gawd!”

This wasn’t her. The girl in the mirror, collapsing in jittering bliss from mere breast fondling with a blissed-out, drooling expression, wasn’t Mia. It couldn’t be.

Those same glazed-over eyes twinkled when their gazes met, surveying lusty new horizons waiting to be explored.

“Oh, okay. We’re doing that now?” Shauna chirped excitedly. The curtain of a neighboring stall rustled. “Thank goodness. I’ve been dying to strum one out since…”

Mia stopped listening to her friend’s mindless prattle and the accompanying shlick-shlicking noises when the tiger charm began flashing again. The toy feline blinked and strobed colored light directly into her brain, relaxing the tightly strung gray matter into malleable putty.

She sighed in relief.

“Fuck, I’m, like, totally rocking this number.” Mia purred, examining her latest outfit from all angles.

The shoulderless zebra-print micro-dress was extremely… provocative.

It clung to her like body paint creating the illusion of expanding curves. Large cut-out sides exposed gently tanned contours of ripening hips, her narrowing waist and thickening thighs. A steel ring clasped the plunging neckline over burgeoning breasts that bulged within their strict constraints as though the black and white stripes were an optical effect.

Even her hair looked lengthier, somehow more voluminous–a few silver blonde streaks joined the brown locks coiled down to her collarbones.

A wardrobe change could be downright magical!

“You are! You really, really are!” Shauna applauded enthusiastically, bouncing like a coiled spring in her seat. She’d become a bundle of energy that couldn't sit still. “An absolute smoke show! Let's talk accessories. What are you thinking?”

Turning to address her companion, Mia paused. Did the heavy-set ginger look… different?

She still perspired like a sinner in church and must have been shedding water weight because her sodden uniform wasn’t pulled taut. The clothing hung loose everywhere except her overly generous bust, filling the blouse enough to form gaps between the straining buttons. The sweat slickening her skin created an odd glowing sheen and damped down the frizz in her coppery hair, making it shine as though freshly styled with product.

Blinking, Mia stared around in confusion.

What store were they in?

Racks of teensy club dresses, shelves of rhinestones studded heels, and displays of chintzy jewelry didn’t scream high-class. Even if those large hoop earrings would look super glam with her new outfit.

Something was wrong. She would never shop in a place that shilled inappropriate fashion to impressionable young women, yet all around her were discarded mini skirts, disastrously short shorts, and stringy tops.

Had she been trying those on, undressing on the sales floor? Mia could feel she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her distressingly hard nipples rubbed against the stretchy fabric of the indecently scanty dress.

Every shift of her not-so-meager chest sent flurries of foam through her racing thoughts, muting any concerns, which was alarming too.

Mia rocked side to side, swaying her tits to quell the rising anxiety. Brain bubbles floated and popped, banishing worries as liquid heat gathered below.

She chewed her plump bottom lip to suppress a throaty moan.

“OMG, check these out!” Shauna dangled a pair of neon pink wedge heels in front of her. The vinyl ankle straps gleamed under the fluorescent lighting. “And, um, there’s a matching crop coat trimmed with fake fur, in case you wanted to cover some skin.”

Mia’s gaze wandered from the sexy footwear to the cute, if functionally inadequate, jacket. It wouldn’t cover much…

She’d buy it, of course. Mia didn’t want to look like a slut.

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