School starts

“Jill! Time for breakfast!” You heard your mother call. Your eyes open, looking at the clock, you overslept. Leaping out of bed, you almost fall to the floor as your heavy breasts almost pull you down. Regaining balance, you quickly wrap your breasts down and put on some clothes. In no time, you run downstairs and greet your mother, a cup in her hand.

“What is that?” you ask, noticing the blender beside her.

“You are late missy, so I made you a smoothie.” Your mother told you bluntly as she **** the drink into your hand. “Drink up, or you’re going to be hungry until lunch.”

Before taking a sip, you notice a pill bottle beside the blender. “Mom, why are the estrogen pills right there?”

Your mother looked at the bottle and giggled. “Oh, I’m using up the rest of yours, since the doctor said no more.” She smiled as she placed them back up in a cabinet. You shrug as you drink your smoothie, the taste of strawberries filling your mouth and the smell migrating to your nostrils.

“Mmm…thanks mom.” You say, downing the rest of it in no time. Slamming down the cup on the counter, reinvigorated, you run out the door, ready to tackle another day.

***

You fidget in your chair, the noise in the cafeteria seeming to drown out your own thoughts. You felt weird going into third period. Everything felt…itchy. You wanted to scratch your chest, but that’d be inappropriate. You tried, between classes, to get some relief in the bathroom, but it only lasted for a minute. You look up to see Jack approaching the table. Some of the itchiness subsides as your mind fills with him. If only he could’ve seen your breasts now, instead of the B cups he saw over the summer. You giggle a bit, thinking about his five inch dick against your boobs now. Your attention turns to Sam, who apparently just found out about your condition.

“Have you guys heard about this Late Bloomers stuff?” Sam’s smile seemed to penetrate a creep factor in you.

Heather rolled her eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Sam got excited. “It’s like a second puberty or something! Your breasts and ass get huuuuuuge from all the hormones and you would look like a total babe!” Jack finally arrived and took a seat beside you.

Heather scoffed, pulling her vibrant purple hair back, her usual pale skin red as a tomato. “What kind of purpose would that serve?!” she yelled. “Sure you have a chance to get some sweet assets, but you’d only want sex twenty-four seven!”

Sam giggled, her eyes intensified by her dark make up accenting her chestnut hair as she snidely commented. “Honey, wouldn’t you be thinking about sex all the time too if these,” she groped Heather’s breasts, “were the size of your head?”

Abby, the other red head of the group apart from you, slapped Sam’s hands. “That’s disgusting!” she retorted, apologized to Heather for brushing her as she forgave her, silently thanking her.

Sam turned to you and Jack. “What do you guys think? If you had a sweet set of tits, would you be flaunting them all the time?” she muffled a laugh, directing her next question directly to Jack. “Or I guess in your case, Jack, would you be fucking them all the time?”

Jack smirked, “I mean, they’ve gotta be bigger than her head if I’m gonna fuck them.” He chuckles. For some reason, you fill with anger and punch him right between his legs. Jack falls over as you continue to slap him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You sneer, kneeling beside him to see that he’s not faking, you must have made a direct hit. “C’mon, I’ll take you to the nurse.” You groan as you lift him up. Guiding him to the nurse.

It’s not long until you reach the Nurse’s Office. You knock on the door. In a second, the nurse opens the door and greets the two of you. She’s a pretty young brunette girl, fresh out of nursing school. She smiles, reminding you that on any day she could pass for a student. “What’s wrong?” she asks, concern in her voice.

“I um…” you started, now embarrassed by your actions. “I kinda punched him…down there.” You point down between your own legs to illustrate the area.

“Ah…gotcha.” The nurse confirmed, grabbing Jack. “I’ll take it from here, thank you for bringing him.” you nod as the nurse closes the door.

You turn around and start walking, in the excitement, the itchiness subsided, but now it came back in full ****. You stumble. Breathing deep, you had to think. Maybe you could go to the bathroom real quick and relieve yourself…or maybe it’d be better to go back to the nurse and ask her what’s going on.