and the Forest’?”
Marlene eyed me curiously as Tamara’s pencil tumbled out of her hand. It rolled by my right foot.
“Could you grab that for me, Miyu?” Tamara asked casually.
I nodded and bent down, feeling the two chest weights tag along with me; I was definitely showing more cleavage than usual. I quickly handed her pencil back, smiling weakly. Tamara looked furious, Marlene baffled.
“Are you stuffing again?” Tamara hissed, her teeth clenched.
“No, of course not!” I insisted. I dropped my voice to a whisper as I tried to lean forward and explain. “They were like this when I woke up this morning.” I glanced at Marlene for support.
She looked uncertain. “You’re saying your chest grew a full cup size overnight?”
I nodded direly.
Marlene’s face turned white as she continued to stare at me. Or them. I couldn’t tell. I crossed my arms and pouted at her. Tamara snorted.
And the entire day proceeded in the same fashion.
At my locker, Thad appeared as though he might finally apologize; but the moment he beheld my new cushions, he immediatelyclammed up and just smiled creepily at me. I spun on my heels and stalked off.
Gym was a nightmare. We played volleyball again, but I felt I had two volleyballs of my own as I traipsed around, feeling them juggle after me. Guys were smiling, and I soon retreated to the restroom. I remained hidden in a stall for the rest of the period.
At least until Tamara showed up.
“Are you in there?”
“Yes,” I said morosely, thinking she had come to cheer me up. I opened the door and looked at her expectantly.
“I’m going to settle this once and for all,” she declared, gripping my shirt and yanking me to my feet.
“Wha—” I replied. But before I could react further, Tamara had my breasts in her hands, squeezing them like fruit. Looking perplexed, she then dug her fingers down my neckline and into the left cup of my bra.
“Stop!” I exclaimed, trying to pull her arms away. “What are you doing?!”
I continued to squirm, and she finally released me, sending me falling gracelessly back onto the toilet seat. I questioned her with moistening eyes.
Tamara took a step back, looking equally shocked. “I’m… sorry,” she said finally. “I really thought you were faking. You know…I hate that.” Suddenly looking old and haggard, she walked listlessly away. I tried to catch my breath.
Lunch was no better. Tamara wasn’t there, but the others were strangely reserved.
“So, they really just inflated like that overnight?” Janet eventually asked, pointing a fork at them.
I sighed miserably.
The day was only half over.
And then, as I headed for History, I ran straight into Kimberly.
“Thad’s ignoring me,” she declared. “What did you tell him?”
I expected an ugly sharing of the minds, but her mood seemed to change as her gaze fell to my chest. As if in a trance, she just stared and stared.
“Were they always…like that?” she finally muttered, not sounding nearly as angry. It was as if she had spotted a beautiful butterfly.
“They’re still not as nice as yours,” I quipped, leaving her behind and proceeding to class.
Did I just say that?
At least Mary and Lizzie understood—sort of.
“It’s not unheard of that in some instances of accelerated adolescence, one can experience growth such as yours,” Mary explained, wiping her glasses and peering at them for the third time.
“Please stop doing that,” I groaned at her. “People are starting to look!” I glanced up, and sure enough, Kimberly was staring right at me. She turned away, her expression completely unreadable, but I felt my cheeks pinken.
“You should model for us. I’d love to paint you,” Lizzie said, peeking at me from above her book.
I glared at her, and she immediately resumed reading.
By Biology class, I felt like I had been dissected by the entire school. Being “gifted” was overrated—
and they still weren’t even that big.
I sat sulking
Marlene eyed me curiously as Tamara’s pencil tumbled out of her hand. It rolled by my right foot.
“Could you grab that for me, Miyu?” Tamara asked casually.
I nodded and bent down, feeling the two chest weights tag along with me; I was definitely showing more cleavage than usual. I quickly handed her pencil back, smiling weakly. Tamara looked furious, Marlene baffled.
“Are you stuffing again?” Tamara hissed, her teeth clenched.
“No, of course not!” I insisted. I dropped my voice to a whisper as I tried to lean forward and explain. “They were like this when I woke up this morning.” I glanced at Marlene for support.
She looked uncertain. “You’re saying your chest grew a full cup size overnight?”
I nodded direly.
Marlene’s face turned white as she continued to stare at me. Or them. I couldn’t tell. I crossed my arms and pouted at her. Tamara snorted.
And the entire day proceeded in the same fashion.
At my locker, Thad appeared as though he might finally apologize; but the moment he beheld my new cushions, he immediatelyclammed up and just smiled creepily at me. I spun on my heels and stalked off.
Gym was a nightmare. We played volleyball again, but I felt I had two volleyballs of my own as I traipsed around, feeling them juggle after me. Guys were smiling, and I soon retreated to the restroom. I remained hidden in a stall for the rest of the period.
At least until Tamara showed up.
“Are you in there?”
“Yes,” I said morosely, thinking she had come to cheer me up. I opened the door and looked at her expectantly.
“I’m going to settle this once and for all,” she declared, gripping my shirt and yanking me to my feet.
“Wha—” I replied. But before I could react further, Tamara had my breasts in her hands, squeezing them like fruit. Looking perplexed, she then dug her fingers down my neckline and into the left cup of my bra.
“Stop!” I exclaimed, trying to pull her arms away. “What are you doing?!”
I continued to squirm, and she finally released me, sending me falling gracelessly back onto the toilet seat. I questioned her with moistening eyes.
Tamara took a step back, looking equally shocked. “I’m… sorry,” she said finally. “I really thought you were faking. You know…I hate that.” Suddenly looking old and haggard, she walked listlessly away. I tried to catch my breath.
Lunch was no better. Tamara wasn’t there, but the others were strangely reserved.
“So, they really just inflated like that overnight?” Janet eventually asked, pointing a fork at them.
I sighed miserably.
The day was only half over.
And then, as I headed for History, I ran straight into Kimberly.
“Thad’s ignoring me,” she declared. “What did you tell him?”
I expected an ugly sharing of the minds, but her mood seemed to change as her gaze fell to my chest. As if in a trance, she just stared and stared.
“Were they always…like that?” she finally muttered, not sounding nearly as angry. It was as if she had spotted a beautiful butterfly.
“They’re still not as nice as yours,” I quipped, leaving her behind and proceeding to class.
Did I just say that?
At least Mary and Lizzie understood—sort of.
“It’s not unheard of that in some instances of accelerated adolescence, one can experience growth such as yours,” Mary explained, wiping her glasses and peering at them for the third time.
“Please stop doing that,” I groaned at her. “People are starting to look!” I glanced up, and sure enough, Kimberly was staring right at me. She turned away, her expression completely unreadable, but I felt my cheeks pinken.
“You should model for us. I’d love to paint you,” Lizzie said, peeking at me from above her book.
I glared at her, and she immediately resumed reading.
By Biology class, I felt like I had been dissected by the entire school. Being “gifted” was overrated—
and they still weren’t even that big.
I sat sulking
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