"Sure, Randall. What's up?"

Sure, Randall. What's up?" you asked, as you moved to sit back on the couch.

Sitting beside you, he looped his hands under the straps of his bathing suit, pulling the top down to reveal his breasts. "Um, do my boobs seem different to you at all? Like bigger or anything?" With Miss Card's breasts in your face, your heart was in your throat. At first, you didn't know how you could possibly answer that question, seeing as you had only really had a good look weeks ago, drunkenly at that. It felt like a loaded question and having the objects of your desire practically shoved into your drunken face didn't make your thoughts any more clear. You looked. Miss Card's rack looked as amazing as always. However, they did look different. Very.

"Actually, dude, they do," you said, shocked. "They definitely look a bit bigger. But mostly the area around your nipple looks, uh, bigger and stuff." You paused to think for a second. "And were they always that dark? I feel like they were, I don't know, pinker?"

"So, I'm not just feeling crazy," Randal said to himself, reassuringly.

"When did you notice the difference?" you asked.

"When I was in the mirror just now. I was starting to peel this thing off and I looked in the mirror for second," he said. "Caught my attention and I was like 'When the fuck did that happen!', ya know?"

"Boobs don't change overnight, dude."

"Yeah, I know," he said, sounding somewhat defeated. "Last week, they were feeling, like crazy sensitive. I didn't think it was that weird, because that's just how they are sometimes. It was like that all week though," he sighed. His shoulders slumped somewhat, as did his gaze. You couldn't help but notice that he had made no move to recover himself, his voluptuous breasts hanging free. With Randall looking away, your eyes locked on to gorgeous female flesh before you. He continued, "Lately, they've been feeling sort of heavy. I'm not sure, but I feel like 'full' kinda describes the feeling..." He ran his hands gently over his breasts, cupping and hefting them from the underside. As they jiggled in his hands, you felt a swelling of your own stirring in your pants. You gulped.

"Maybe you gained some weight?" you offered.

Randall snapped you a quick look and smirkingly said, "Jerk."

"No, seriously," you pressed. "I remember this one time my mom was talking to my Aunt Phyllis. My Aunt is pretty big up top and what she was saying was that her boobs were the first place she gained weight and the last place she lost it."

"I guess that sort of makes sense," said Randall. "Thing is, I've been doing Miss Card's exercise routine ever since I started living here at the apartment. Just seems strange that I'd gain anything doing all that, ya know?"

"Well, if that's the case, this weekend certainly isn't going to help any, dude."

"Not exactly keen for my jugs to get any bigger, Tim, but I'm letting loose this weekend. I don't give a shit. I'll let 'Laura' worry about that next week. When I'm sober." He let out one of his infectious laughs. The both of you laughed for a good minute. You even managed to forget about the fact that Randall's boobs were out for a second. Just a second.

"When's the next time you go to the hospital? If you notice anything else, you could always go talk to the doctors," you suggested.

"I think I have an appointment towards the end of next month, before Halloween. Anyway, I guess I just got a little freaked out. They explained to me back at the hospital that a woman's body can change over time. I guess this is what they were talking about..." he said, obviously calming himself down. Though Randall seemed fine with writing it off for now, you couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't that simple.

"Better get off to the shower. Don't want to waste our evening."

"Yeah, no more worries," he said. "And, uh, sorry for whipping my tits out like that." You were surprised that Randall actually seemed embarrassed. Since the accident, he seemed to be nothing short of cavalier with Miss Card's sexuality and his readiness to use it to embarrass you. It was disconcerting to see him so ****, especially since you'd rather enjoyed it.

In an effort to lighten the mood and get him going, you joked, "When have you ever I been sad to see you whip out your tits?"

A gorgeous smile spread across his lovely face. "You're right. You sick little pervert!" Standing up, he covered his chest with a fake modesty and walked off to shower. You chuckled. Thinking back on what you'd just seen, you didn't think it was likely that Randall had put on weight. A couple of pounds never made anyone's nipples change color before. No one that you'd heard of anyway. Thinking hard, you felt as though you had heard of something causing that to happen, but for the life of you, you could not remember what or where. I'll look it up online later, you thought. Who am I kidding? Drunk as we're going to be, probably won't remember.

Resolving to down at least one more beer before Randall returned, you hopped up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. You noticed that things were definitely messier than you had left them last. Randall definitely lives here, you laugh to yourself. However, you did note that there wasn't nearly as messy as you would have expected it to be, with Randall left to his own devices. The two of you were definitely going to have to clean tomorrow. In the mean time you opened the fridge.

You were surprised to see the contents. On one hand, there were several six packs of beer and a couple of bottles of wine stationed on the side. Randall's obvious edition to the food inside. The surprise lay in the rest. The mineral water, plenty of fresh vegetables, tofu and other assorted health foods appearing to be freshly stocked. I guess he does have her tastes now, you mused. You withdrew a beer. You noticed a magnetic bottle opener stuck to the door of the freezer portion. You popped the bottle and took a swig. On impulse, you opened the freezer. It was stacked full of frozen pizzas of varying kinds. A box of frozen corn dogs. A couple of pints of ice cream. There we go. Randall was the consummate junk food enthusiast. You had doubted he would give it up completely.

Equipped with beer and ready to play, you made your way out of the kitchen. The flashes of the menu on screen captured your attention. Simultaneously, a few other things did as well. Barely out of your mind for a moment, you saw the video camera in its place in the corner. **** to see it's contents, you realized that a golden opportunity had presented itself. Randall would probably take a longer shower than he intended to. More than enough time to answer your burning questions about what Randall had been filming lately. On the other hand, you looked toward the bathroom door. Light and steam billowed from within the bathroom, the door itself was only half closed. Standing where you were at the end of the hallway, you could see a naked Randall through the practically transparent shower door. He hummed away moving about the shower, completely oblivious.

Feeling every bit the pervert that Randall jokingly accused you of being, you were enticed by the idea of watching Miss Card shower. The incident with Randall's breasts had actively stirred an arousal that had been building all afternoon. There still seemed a decent shot that Randall would be in the mood for some sort of bedroom activity, especially since he planned on getting drunker. However, you definitely wouldn't mind a little guaranteed peek at something, especially since Randall was becoming more and more of an unrepentant tease. Herein lies the dilemma: a peek in the shower or the contents of the video camera?