Shower and Breakfast

Feeling self-conscious and a bit grotty from sleeping in her clothes all night, Lucy decided she needed a shower. As she moved around the room gathering up her towel and a clean set of clothes, she kept catching Kim glancing over at her. Whenever she did, Lucy forced herself to smile back, trying to ignore the embarrassing soreness and heaviness that she was feeling in her chest.

Anxious, Lucy scurried down the hall to the dorm’s communal bathroom and was relieved to find it deserted. Once she took her shirt off, she couldn't help but gaze at her breasts again. She swore that they visually hung heavier on her chest, especially when she bent over to remove her jeans and panties. When she finished stripping she took a moment to look at her naked form in the bathroom mirror, trying to confirm whether she actually looked any different or not.

“It’s nothing…” she murmured quietly to herself, turning her back on the mirror and heading towards the showers. Lucy tried to reassure herself that these strange feelings would pass if she just ignored them.

But taking a shower didn’t help either. The poor girl almost stumbled from the overwhelming sensation she felt when the water sprayed against her chest. Lucy couldn’t work out if it was pleasure or pain she was feeling; it was like something in between, a sensation of heat that rippled through her body, making her fingers, toes and pussy tingle. She couldn’t help but let out stifled little gasps each time she turned to face the shower head, finding herself using her hands to shelter her breasts from the brunt of the water.

Beyond the thin curtain she was unaware of the small audience that had gathered of other girls from her dorm, eagerly listening for the noises Lucy made and trying to suppress their own excited giggles. It was only when Lucy shut the water off that the group scattered, just barely managing to all slip out before the girl peeked her head out to see if anyone had heard her.

Getting dry quickly became a problem too as Lucy found herself having to take extra care when rubbing the fluffy material of her towel anywhere near her breasts. And even after she was done with that she had to struggle to clasp her bra behind her back. Eventually she succeeded, and finished getting dressed. She looked at her reflection one last time and frowned. While usually a hot shower and a set of clean clothes would make her feel ready to tackle the coming day head-on, today she only felt a growing sense of nervousness. She did her best to shake it off as she collected her things and headed out the bathroom door.

"Seriously, what's wrong?" Kim asked as they ate their breakfast in the cafeteria.

"Nothing," Lucy mumbled, swallowing a bite of her Belgian waffle. Well, one of them anyway: like the day before, she had ended up getting served nearly twice as much food as her friend, and thus had a plate full of waffles, eggs, and sausages to go on. Lucy didn't mind as much today, both because the light dinner the night before left her stomach feeling empty that morning, and because the syrupy sweet breakfast was helping to take her mind off of her issues this morning, at least until Kim brought them up again.

"Don't bullshit me, Lucy," Kim scolded, pointing her fork at the girl accusingly, "I've seen you fidgeting with your bra all morning. What's going on?"

Lucy sighed, tugging on the strap digging into her shoulder with her free hand, "It just feels tight. I think it might've shrunk in the wash."

"Uh huh, sure," Kim said, not sounding at all convinced, "Is that why you were squeezing your boobs this morning before you even put it on?"

Lucy nearly choked on the bite of food she had just placed in her mouth, her face going red with embarrassment. She wiped her mouth with a napkin before asking quietly, "Y-You saw that?"

"You weren't being entirely subtle about it, if that's what you're asking," Kim said with a smirk.

"I'm sorry," Lucy muttered, "It... that feeling I had this morning isn't going away. They're really... um..."

"Sensitive?" Kim finished, causing Lucy to go red again. The blonde girl chuckled before continuing in a more helpful tone, "Well, you did sleep in your regular shirt last night. Maybe that has something to do with it? Like an allergic reaction to something that was on it?"

"Maybe..." Lucy mumbled, taking a bite of her food. After a moment, she leaned forward and whispered, "But um, do my boobs look bigger to you?"

"Ms. Carpenter, are you trying to seduce me?" Kim teased.

"I'm serious, Kim," Lucy huffed, "I can't shake the feeling that they've grown."

"Overnight? Maybe if we were in high school," Kim said, before looking down at her friend's chest. Lucy fought the urge to cover her chest as her friend's eyes drilled into it. Eventually, Kim raised a brow and said, "Mmmmaybe? I can't really tell with your clothes on, but I think you might just be overreacting."

Lucy frowned and went back to slowly working on her breakfast, "Yeah, maybe you're right."

"Look, if you're bra's really bothering you so much, just duck into the bathroom after you finish eating and take it off," Kim suggested.

"And go to class without a bra?" Lucy countered, "Won't people notice?"

"They might," Kim admitted, "But they'll definitely notice if you keep rubbing your boobs in class like that."

Lucy pulled her hand away from her own chest again, flush in embarrassment. Kim had a point; her breasts being this sore during a multi-hour lecture was going to be a problem in and of itself.

"...Alright, fine," Lucy relented, "But not a word of this to anyone, okay?"

"Scout's honor," Kim promised, before adding, "Man, have you tried the sausages yet? They've been cooked to perfection."

Lucy raised a brow at Kim's continued odd behavior concerning food, but brushed it off given that she had bigger things to worry about now. Eventually she gave up trying to finish off the massive amount of breakfast she was given and dumped the chunk that was left of it in the trash again. She idly wondered whether stuffing herself yesterday was what was causing her breasts to feel bloated, and resolved to be more careful about how much she ate today.

As they left the cafeteria, Lucy ducked into the women's restroom and slipped into an empty stall. She pulled off her top, then worked her bra off of her chest, breathing a sigh of relief as the offending garment released her aching breasts. Looking down at them, Lucy could see the faint red creases where the bra had been digging into her skin. There was no denying it now, her breasts were bigger. Not a lot, but just enough that she'd probably need to go shopping for new ones.

Lucy put her shirt back on, shivering at the feeling of the fabric sliding against her now bare nipples. She stuffed her bra into her bag, then stood up and, hearing someone come in, flushed the toilet to make it sound like she actually had a good reason to be there. She exited the stall, then washed her hands at the bathroom sink. She couldn't help but notice out of the corner of her eye that the pair of girls that just entered was giving her a judgmental glare. Lucy nervously smiled back, trying to diffuse the tension.

Oh God, she can tell I'm not wearing a bra, can she? Lucy thought to herself, glancing down at her chest in embarrassment. The front of her shirt was tenting only slightly, but to Lucy's self-conscious mind they might as well have been full high-beams. Mortified, Lucy's face went red and she quickly shuffled outside to meet back up with Kim.

After the door closed behind Lucy, one of the girls turned to her friend, "Holy crap, that was her, wasn't it? Her tits look smaller in person..."

"It's probably just the shirt," the second girl said, less amused, "Ugh, let's find another bathroom. I feel weird having to use the same one as that cow."