Try to look for the marker

Megan was about to raise her hand when she realised how much attention she'd be drawing to herself. Instead she folded her arms and made a beeline for the door. The teacher tried to stop her but Megan didn't stop to argue.

Panicking, she rushed down the hallway, necessarily supporting her new D-cups with one arm, to the bathroom she'd sat in earlier.

She looked in all the stalls and saw nothing, not even the note. She even climbed down onto the dirty tiles and surveyed the entire floor from all-fours. She felt her her breasts sway under her as she crawled.

"Oh my god." She said to herself, scared as to what this meant.

She got up to wash her hands and leant on the sink, trying to fend off a panic attack. She looked at her breasts in the mirror as they pushed gently against her button-down shirt.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Minimeggie."

Megan recognised her least favorite voice coming from the doorway.

With no time for this, Megan wiped the tears of stress from her eyes and replied sternly, "Go away Stacey. Bully me some other time."

"Well as long as I'm hall monitor, I can bully you whenever and wherever I like." She replied, smugly, as she sauntered into the room.

"You're hall monitor again?!" Megan turned to look at Stacey in frustration, forgetting to fold her arms over her chest.

"When your dad donates to the school as much as my dad does, you can be hall monitor as much as you-- WOW" Megan's bully's eyes practically popped out of her eyes when she saw Megan's chest. "Not-so-Mini-Meggie now... What is going on here?" Stacey moved toward Megan to investigate her growth spurt.

"Go away!"

"Go to class then." Stacey retorted.

"I can't. I'm looking for my marker and I can't find it."

"Oh the black marker?"

"Yes!" Megan replied, exasperated, before she realised the significance of the question. "Wait: You know where it is?"

"Kinda." Stacey smirked.

"Where is it?"

"I won't tell you until you tell me what's going on here...."

Megan huffed, which squished her still growing breasts against her shirt, reminding her, unnecessarily, of her situation.