No, she has to go

“I think, I need to have some things private.” You say, locking eyes with your mother. She nods and leaves. You turn to the nurse. “So until about a week ago, I had B cup breasts.” You start to explain as you strip. Removing your shirt and bra, the ace bandage around your breasts is exposed. “In a matter of days, maybe two, I grew about three cup sizes.” As you reveal your breasts to the open air, your nipples point out. The nurse lets out a gasp, you’re not sure what she was expecting.

“Stay right here, I need to get the doctor.” The nurse explains. As she leaves, she snaps her fingers and grabs a cup. “And pee in this, we need to run a test.” You take the cup, a little confused. As she leaves the room, you stand and walk to the attached restroom, planning to fulfill the nurse’s request.

***

“Delayed Puberty, or Late Bloomers Syndrome.” The doctor flatly told you.

“Wait, what?” You ask, only having your shirt over your breasts, becoming distracted by their freedom.

“The test confirmed you have Late Bloomers Syndrome.” The doctor affirmed. “That’s why your breasts grew.” She pointed to your chest to prove the point.

“But I already went through puberty!” You yell, not wanting your mother to possibly overhear, you lower your voice. “How the hell could it happen again?”

“Well, it’s just a name really, and in the cases that have been studied, sometimes it’s just the rest of the hormones…catching up.” She used air quotes at the end. “Since we now know you have this though, there are some precautions you must take or it could get worse.”

“Worse?!” You scream. Taking a deep breath, you continue. “How could it get worse?”

“Well,” the doctor leans on the table. “the delayed release of so many hormones won’t just create physical changes” she gestures to your body again. “but some mental ones. You might become aroused easily more, or have erotic thoughts more easily, in some cases, women have lost all sense of self reliance and have just given into becoming sex objects.” She pulls out a phone and searches through it before continuing. “You also have to be very careful of what you eat from now on. Do you take any kind of supplement right now?”

“Um, just estrogen because we were worried that I was going to be imbalanced.” You answer.

“Hm, ironic.” The doctor commented. “You’re going to have to stop that right now and avoid anything…phallic in nature when you eat.”

“What? Why?”

“Because it will cause your hormones to go into overdrive to make up for your primal urges.” She turned her phone to show you a short video. “This is Stacy, she decided not to listen to me.”

You look at the video. The blonde girl definitely had the same ailment; there was no other way her breasts could get that big. They stretched her shirt so much, it was like she had basketballs for breasts. She held the banana, peeled. As she brought it to her mouth, instead of simply taking a bite, she inserted the whole banana into her mouth. You thought, maybe she just has no gag reflex. While that may have been true, she didn’t take a bite and simply pulled the whole banana out again.

“As you can see Stacy won’t necessarily ‘eat’ anything phallic anymore. Only blow it.” The doctor put her phone away, leaving you to take in what you saw.

“Okay, no more hot dogs, or bananas, or anything resembling a…penis.” You agree.

“Good, glad you understand.” The doctor nodded as she wrote you a note. “Now, show this to the medical staff at school, and should you have any problems, they will take care of you.” She hands you the note and pats your shoulder. “Now wrap yourself up and take care, okay?” The doctor smiles at you earnestly as she turns and leaves.

You take a big sigh…it was going to be a long year.