Something Else

“Up here shorty!” Megan teased

You raise your vision to make eye contact and Megan is giggling uncontrollably. Her eyes start to move back to your level and rest at just an inch above yours. She must have been playing a trick by standing on her tip-toes.

“I figured I’d have some fun. I saw you looking at me, I think you like this don’t you?” Megan asked playfully.

“Uhm, I don’t know what you mean” you state nervously, but you seem to have been found out.

“Fine, if you insist, but get that tape out and let’s measure me” Megan instructs as she backs up against your wall pressing her body firmly against the drywall

You unfold the flexible tape measure and lay it against the wall. You quickly realize this isn’t going to work and ask Megan if she can hold the bottom with her foot.

“Of course, I can, just don’t spend too much time down there”

She’s really pouring it on – you think. She must be enjoying this.

Megan moves her foot and uses it to hold the tape as you align the “0” with the floor and then start bringing the tape up. You try not to marvel too long at her long legs and newly luscious rear. It’s hard to believe her jean shorts are still fitting. As you are halfway up you hear a gasp and stand up quickly holding the end of the tape in your hands.

“I’m getting that weird feeling again” Megan says as she looks you both uncomfortably and quizzically.

“Well, lets find out how tall I am” Megan finishes her thought.

You lean in closer to her and flatten the tape against the wall. You press the 6’0” mark of the tape flat against the wall with your thumb.

“Put your hand on the top of my head so we know for sure” Megan mentions.

You lean in a bit closer, and you can feel the heat of her body. As you flatten your hand against the top of her head you feel her make contact with you via your chest.

“This isn’t going to be accurate unless you stand perfectly straight” you tell Megan.

“I am, why are you leaning into me so much?” Megan asks

“I’m not, but you are definitely 5’11” and I felt you lean into me” you respond.

“Jacob, I’ve been standing still this whole time, if you didn’t lean into me, then” Megan trails off.

Suddenly the realization hits both of you. You back away a bit and look down to see that Megan’s breasts look much tighter in the shirt than before, and they seem to be finishing a growth spurt as you can see the slight curve wiggle a bit after no longer being pressed against you. She hadn’t leaned into you; her breasts had grown into touching your chest as you were measuring her! She had gained another inch on her bust line while you were taking the measurement, and her once loose shirt now looked like it had been picked to be perfectly form fitting, while her breasts looked constrained in the bikini underneath and there was a slight mound spilling over each cup.

Megan looked down at her breasts.

“Okay – I knew these had grown yesterday, but this is just incredible! I’ve always wanted boobs, and now I have them!” Megan commented looking down at herself incredulously.

You are having a hard time comprehending the scene in front of you.

“Well, what do you think Jacob, like the change?” Megan asks you coyly.

“Yes, of course I do!” You blurt out before you can think about your answer.

“I knew it!” She responded seeming even more excited. “I had a feeling you liked these” Megan stated as she grabbed each breast with a hand and hefted them slightly.

“Well, uhm, I” You stammered.

“You can’t even form a complete sentence!” Megan looked back at you from her own chest. “It’s okay, I’m pretty shocked myself.”