Carly silently slid into her seat in her English class. She noticed Rebecca was still seated next to her despite their previous, extremely awkward, interaction. Her mind was racing and she could feel beads of sweat forming at her temples. Did anyone notice? I haven't seen anyone staring, or making comments…
Just before leaving her apartment, with deep breaths and plenty of self pep talk, Carly had allowed herself to go up a cup size. It felt so god damn good to get bigger, she wanted to let it run its course right then and there. But she didn't. There would be time for that in the future. She had to let it happen gradually. So for now one cup size was enough for her to feel like she was being true to herself while also not attracting undue attention. Carly hoped beyond hope that mostly everyone had forgotten about her recent incident at the party. There was a very real chance that people would think she was compensating for that. Which I kind of am… She thought. But no, not really. I'm just becoming my truest self.
Carly was not truly able to convince herself of that, not really. But she decided it would be best to “fake it till you make it.”
“Sorry, hey, do you have the assignment for tomorrow?”
Jerked out of her internal monologue, Carly gave Rebecca a dumbfounded look for a second, but recovered quickly. She gave Rebecca a rundown of the reading assignment the professor had provided them earlier. School had always come rather easily to Carly, and she was happy to be able to help out for once, instead of just being ignored.
“Awesome, thank you.” Rebecca flipped her stunning blonde hair which was done up in a high ponytail. It was evident she was very fond of the way she looked. She was always up on the latest fashions, wearing jeans, blouses, skirts, sweaters, flats, or heels as the season and fashion climate demanded. Today she had on matte black ankle boots, black nylon stockings, a grey pleated skirt, and a fuzzy white sweater from which a pink shirt peaked out on the bottom. The sweater was just tight enough that the obvious curve of her boob job could be seen essentially at all times. People said that her mother had taken her to get the biggest ones the doctor would allow the day she turned 18. Apparently, she had been begging for them since she was in middle school. So they said.
“Hey, push-up bras do wonders, huh?” she exclaimed in a voice just a little too loud for Carly’s comfort. She motioned towards Carly's chest. “It really suits you.”
Carly could feel the blood rush to her cheeks. It was not clear to her whether this was a genuine compliment or meant as a put-down. Rebecca had noticed the increase in size, but it wasn't so large an increase that she suspected anything other than a mundane explanation. This was a victory, right?
“Oh yeah, thanks… I'm just, um, experimenting with new looks.” She hoped to God that the more popular girl would just leave it at that.
“Of course, they're most effective when there's something there already to work with.” She smiled sweetly at Carly, who felt a surge of temper rising through her body as Rebecca settled back in her seat and started writing again. Who was this bitch, to tell her what looked good and what didn't? In an instant, she could have a body better than hers in every way, without even having to resort to surgery. She-
Carly felt a twinge of pain. She was indeed wearing a bra, one borrowed from Natasha which fit a little better on her decided upon size for the day. Suddenly though the bra felt far too tight. Oh no. She had lapsed in concentration and her bust size was increasing. Flinging her eyes about the room, she tried surreptitiously to see if anyone had noticed the change. But no one had, it seemed. By her estimate, Carly was another cup size larger, which made her bra now definitely too small. But she absolutely revelled in the way her boobs felt, the tops now overflowing the upper and lower lip of the cups, her shirt starting to show ripples in the cloth where it was tightening.
With great effort, Carly made sure the growth stopped there. It would have been so easy to just let them go, to see how big they would get. It was as if they had a mind of their own. I don't think they're ready for that yet, she thought. She was pretty well calmed down now from her short exchange with Rebecca, who seemed now to have almost forgotten about the entire thing and was subtly flirting with the guy next to her while pretending to stare at the professor. Carly rolled her eyes. Just give it time.
~~~~~~~
Throughout the day, Carly found that she had to be constantly on her guard to keep her breasts at the right size. It was too painful to increase them any more than her bra would allow, and it wasn't really an option to go braless. Not yet at least, not at her current state of social confidence. She felt like an Eastern monk, constantly in a state of meditation on her boobs to make sure they behaved themselves.
It may have been her imagination, but Carly was sure she had seen some people doing double takes at her bust. Curiously, though, it had been mostly women. That was puzzling, but still she decided that it was a success, and a good first step. She could still take it slow, so no one would suspect anything.
Over the next few days, Carly experimented. She had purchased some new, but cheap bras online, figuring that she wouldn't spend any real money on them until she found the perfect size for her. Progressively, day by day, she increased her bust size. Just enough to sustain her eager need for more, more, more, but small enough so that if anyone asked about it she would have plausible deniability.
“Oh, they've always been this size. Didn't you notice?”
“Second puberty, what can you do?”
“I'm just gaining some weight, lucky it all went to my tits!”
Carly practiced these lines and more, constantly on the lookout for who was watching and noticing. She had even tried playing around with other aspects of her body, giving herself thicker thighs, a more rounded ass, thigh gap, a hint of a tummy, slightly protruding ribs, anything. She could go from being a thick goddess to a rail-thin model and anywhere in between. When alone in her room, she tried all sorts of different looks for her breasts. Torpedoes, where the amount they projected from her chest was much greater than how far they went sideways. Teardrop, thin at the top and then widening out into a gorgeous, rounded shape at the bottom. Saggers that dipped all the way down to her bellybutton but didn't project much. She even tried a bimbo look, enlarged, taut, round basketball-sized balloon titties that you could balance a soda can on top of.
Carly discovered that by a huge margin her boobs were easier to change than any other part of her. She could, given time, achieve almost any look realistically possible for any woman on the planet, but she couldn't push herself into the impossible ranges anywhere but her breasts. It also soon became evident that she had an incredibly difficult time changing her face. She couldn't make herself look like a specific celebrity, or give herself a nose job. What she could do to her face only worked while she concentrated intensely on it, and it faded as soon as she grew tired or distracted. She did have quite a lot of fun taking a selfie or two with some facial changes.
The idea slowly formed in Carly's mind that maybe her body was telling her what it wanted to look like. As if the state she ended up in if she didn't concentrate at all was her true form, now that she had “broken the seal” and made the initial effort. This revelation gave Carly both a thrill and dread. It was a brand new world of possibilities, but also risks. She once again resolved to continue her plan.
Of course, everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face. Even if that punch is metaphorical.
~~~~~~~
Picture after picture flashed in front of Jase's eyes. DIY website, tutorial videos, online storefronts… he was on a mission. Carly still didn't have a door, and he wasn't sure whether it was money issues, general feelings of languor, or something else. Regardless, he decided that he would be the one to fix it. He'd find a time when she was out, get all the information he would need, and install it so she would be pleasantly surprised when she came back. But it needed to be exactly right the first time. Jase wasn't exactly broke, but he also wasn't made of money. He couldn't be spending tons of money making mistakes on something like this.
So after what felt like hours of reading articles on do-it-yourself websites and watching videos on the subject, he finally felt comfortable actually going to Carly’s room to get measurements. This was surprisingly hard. It seemed Carly had a rather light semester with not that many classes, and she was spending more and more of her time holed away in her room doing… something. Every so often, he'd swear he had heard grunting, heavy breathing, and other noises. Just by accident, while he was in the kitchen or living room. But he couldn’t deny that it made him intensely curious… there was only a tiny scrap of fabric separating her room from the rest of the apartment.
So one mid-afternoon when Carly was finally away for what Jase knew would be a decent chunk of time, he snuck into her room. The thin cloth in front of the yawning opening of her room parted and he stood dumbfounded by what he saw.
The room was in a state that could only be described as barely contained chaos. The old door had been casually leaned up against one wall just to get it out of the way. The bed, dresser, and writing desk were all askew, nothing fitting properly against the wall. What's more, the walls were covered in dozens of small drawings, motivational quotes, mad scribblings, and geometric patterns, all done in a rainbow of different colors. If he didn't know better, he'd have assumed her room had been vandalized.
The first thing he thought was, “Well, she's not getting her deposit back.” The second thing was, “I’d better get this done before she comes home.” Jase wanted this to be a surprise. He wanted everything to be done while she was gone, so she could come back to a brand new door. He also toyed with trying to be anonymous about it, not trying to take credit unless absolutely necessary. He wasn't sure how that could be possible, since Carly and Natasha would surely figure it out without too much thought. But it was nice to think about.
Curiously, Jase noted that among the piles of clothing littering the floor were an inordinate number of bras. Even weirder, there seemed to be all different sizes of them. Jase, of course knew nothing about how many bras a woman typically owned, but this just seemed like too many; there must have been dozens. And there was no explanation for all the sizes of bras. Some were obviously tiny, like Jase would have expected Carly to own. Some were truly enormous. He squatted down next to a large black bra, mentally comparing the size of a single cup to his head. It would easily fit over. For a brief second, he reached out a hand, wanting to physically prove his hypothesis. He resisted, though, that would be extremely weird and probably lethal if he were caught doing it. Even so, the thought of it was incredibly arousing.
He got to work, trying to disturb the clothing as little as possible so there would be no evidence of his presence. He measured the frame, made notes on the style of door, the handle, and so on. Much of the trim had broken away too and would need to be replaced, so Jase noted all the additional tools he would need to do that as well. He was deep in thought, trying to come up with a reasonable estimate for how long it would take to complete the installation, when a sound caused a pit to form in his stomach. The sound of the front door opening and keys jingling. He had lost track of the time and not considered that Carly would be back so soon.
Jase's heart fluttered with anxiety. He could not simply walk out the door. He would be seen, and it would be immediately obvious he had been in Carly’s room. There was no other way out. Thinking quickly, he discovered his only recourse. The closet.
It was the kind of closet that was essentially just enough room to hang up coats and nothing else. It was not deep enough for Jase to crouch inside, merely stand up between the coats, shirts and dresses. There were angled slats with just a hair's breadth of space between them, presumably just to allow for airflow, but when Jase stood right up against them like that he could see a fair bit into the room. This would have to do. He hoped that maybe she was just coming in for a moment and would leave soon, and then he could sneak out.
His heart thumped in his chest as Carly entered the room.
~~~~~~~
“Hey, aren’t you roommates with Carly?” A voice prompted Natasha to look up from her reading. She was seated in a nice plush armchair in a nice private corner near her next class. A guy that she recognized from the school’s baseball team but didn’t know by name was giving her an inquisitive look. She took a long time to respond, her protective senses flaring at the question.
“Why… are you asking?” she asked, drawing out the first word as if wondering whether responding at all was the right move.
“I don’t know, it’s just a lot of people have been talking about her recently and I don’t really know why.”
“What are they saying?” Natasha looked up at the young man with her deep brown eyes, making her face as neutral as possible so as to not give away anything.
“To be honest, I don’t really believe it myself, but people have been saying she’s been getting a ton of work done. I thought I saw her across the courtyard the other day and I really didn’t see anything too crazy.”
Natasha felt heat rising in her chest, angry at this guy, angry at the school, and a little angry at Carly too for flirting with danger. Knowing the truth, she had certainly noticed the changes that she was effecting upon herself before going out the door every morning. She had decided to keep her mouth shut, thinking it wasn’t her business what Carly did with her body. But perhaps she should have said something. I hope she’s not headed for even more heartache…
“And so what if she did get anything done? Why would I know anything about it? And why should you care at all?” she reprimanded. “Maybe you could just stay the fuck out of it?!” The baseball player recoiled slightly at the outburst. He decided better of it, and headed down the hallway of the science building. Natasha, now more worried than ever, felt a strong need to check up on Carly. She should be headed out of her post-lunch class right about now.
Her suspicions were correct; it was just a matter of minutes before she found Carly. The meeting was short-lived, though. Natasha’s jaw dropped at what she was seeing. Carly was heading out of a large lecture hall, shading her eyes with her hand. She was wearing a rather short skirt and a crop top of all things, which was very out of character for Carly. The cloth of her shirt was drenched in some liquid, and it was then that Natasha noticed that Carly had allowed her breasts to expand to a size she had never before been out in public with. They dominated her torso, each one easily the size of her head. The crop top, which would have been rather revealing even for Carly’s normal size, was now dangerously close to being considered public indecency.
“Carly!” Natasha pleaded, but Carly merely pushed past her through the hallway, rushing down the hall and out the exterior door. A large crowd had gathered just inside the lecture hall, standing around Daniel, the University's baseball team pitcher. He had a dumbfounded but obviously mirthful look on his face, and multiple people around him were laughing and guffawing raucously. Natasha’s face darkened with rage, but rather than confront the group, she decided to follow Carly instead.
~~~~~~~
Jase could hear his heart thumping in his ears as Carly entered the room. She looked… miserable. Had she been crying? And what was on her shirt? Woah… what the fuck? Jase mentally shouted as he noticed her supremely enlarged breasts. His eyes bugged out of his head as he peered through the slats in the closet door. He had almost forgotten about being in the closet and being caught. This was just too exciting and… arousing. He could feel his cock hardening the moment Carly came into sight. Of course, there was also the fact that Carly looked like someone had just died. He resisted the urge to burst through the door and comfort her. That would obviously not help her in the slightest. Helpless, all he could do was wait.
Carly sighed as she laid down on the bed, once again covering her eyes with her hands. The motion made her far too small shirt slip and slide up over her tits. She didn’t care. Too much had happened recently for her to be that concerned. The entire exchange with Daniel, possibly one of the worst things that had happened to her in her life, already seemed to be fading. Of course, she was upset, but in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter that much.
A shy knock at the doorframe alerted Carly to Natasha’s presence.
“Hon, you doin’ ok?” she inquired quietly.
“Hi Natasha. I’m ok. Just want to be alone right now.” A few moments later and Natasha was gone. Jase breathed a sigh of relief. Another person in the room would complicate things immensely. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing and wouldn’t betray his presence for all the money in the world.
Carly began to undress, and Jase could see through the slats that he was indeed not imagining things. Her breasts were absolutely, stunningly real and massive. They hung down from her frame as she bent over, swaying and bouncing against each other heavily in the most enticing manner. A sizable nipple extended from each, long and thick, befitting the plump udders from which they protruded. Soon Carly was naked and laying on her bed once more, Jase was desperately fighting the urge to touch himself in the cramped space, an act which would certainly give himself away.
Carly lay on the bed, hands on her stomach, tracing circles around her pendulous tits. She thought back to her interaction with Daniel. Everything had been going so well, at least at first. As she had been increasing her bust size, she sensed a marked difference in the way people treated her. They were more likely to talk to her, more likely to help her, picking things up or opening doors for her. Her confidence had been soaring. It was in her philosophy class that she finally worked up the courage to talk to Daniel. As she had done so, her former courage faded with every step taken toward him. He was so good-looking and seemed friendly from the way he interacted with other people. By the time she made it up to him to greet him, she had completely lost focus on maintaining her breast size. For a few glorious minutes, she spoke with him. He seemed interested, making a couple of discrete glances down at her shirt, which Carly had specifically chosen for this event.
This attention had an inflaming effect on Carly, and she felt a heat move through her entire body. Before she realized what was happening, her boobs had begun to grow, tightening against her shirt, nipples brushing hard against the fabric, which only exacerbated her pleasure. Daniel's eyes had widened as he looked down at her growth, and the reaction made Carly give out a small gasp, and to her mixture of pleasure and horror, she felt milk begin to spread across the fabric as it seeped out of her erect nipples.
The pleasure had soon given way to horror as Carly snapped out of her stupor and realized what was happening. She had not been focusing, and as a result, her breasts had engorged on their own. She heard laughter and whispers around her, swore she heard people wondering if she was wearing some sort of movie prop, or had a crazy experimental boob job gone wrong. It was well past the point of salvaging the situation. Carly briefly registered Natasha coming into the lecture hall but did not have the heart to speak to her.
But even as Carly remembered the embarrassment, she remembered something else as well. The pleasure. The growth itself was pure pleasure. Just thinking about how it felt in her memory rekindled a flame between her legs, and in her nipples. The thought of just letting them grow, and grow, and grow… and without even realizing it, she reached down to her lips and languidly began to touch herself. She took in a deep breath, exhaled, and allowed her mental block to fall away.
Jase nearly fell through the door of the closet as he witnessed an event which made him question his sanity. It was like every fantasy of his wildest day dreams, like every genie’s wish he had ever considered making, every favorite animated pornographic video come to life right before his very eyes. Carly, lying on her bed and touching herself, had a body that was defying physics. Her breasts, no boobs, no tits, were ballooning in size. They started quite large, likely in the top ten percent of breasts in the world by pure volume, and yet they continued expanding. It occurred to Jase that the rate of inflation was not steady, since that would paradoxically make it seem like the rate slowed as the volume increased. The rate of inflation was itself increasing, making her breasts grow visibly bigger and bigger, the growth never seeming to slow down. Somehow, this realization made what he was witnessing all the more intensely sexual.
They spilled down to Carly's stomach, then rolled and slipped down her sides to sit beside her on the bed. She slipped two fingers into her wetness, plunging them down to her second knuckle. The pleasure of the growth was like a pleasure multiplier to the pleasure in her pussy, and every tiny movement caused her to gasp. Her massive mounds of tit flesh pressed her into the bed in a now familiar feeling. They now dwarfed her body, making Carly feel more like a pair of udders with a woman attached, rather than the other way around. Beads of milk formed at her prodigious teats, which quickly turned into small rivers that poured down her curves. By now, it was not feasible for Carly to move, or to reach to her nipples to staunch the flow. But then again, why would she? She was in the throes of the best pleasure she had felt in her life, and at the moment, not much mattered aside from the pleasure.
Jase now could not help but touch himself through his clothes. The chances of Carly noticing him now seemed vanishingly low. She was moaning and roiling on the bed as much as her massive, pillowy tits would allow, seeing as how they were the size of beanbag chairs each. He could still hardly believe what he was seeing, and every passing moment, he thought it would stop, but the growth simply continued. Soon, they were so large that Carly’s nipples were just kissing the far wall, leaving a wet pool of milk underneath. This finally seemed to be the stopping point for her growth, and to Jase's eyes each breast was roughly the size of a small car, the soft flesh spilling and filling the space around the room.
He was furiously stroking his cock while he watched. He didn't remember pulling it out, but that didn't matter right now. Carly was arching her back and moaning in ecstasy as she thrust her fingers inside herself. Jase was overwhelmed too, hardly daring to believe what he was seeing. He felt drunk with pleasure, the thing he had lusted over his whole life now in front of his eyes, a mere few inches of wooden door between him and it. It was a wonder that he didn't throw open the door and fling himself onto the blissful pillows of warm flesh, but he held back.
As Carly's orgasm surged, she moaned lustfully, and Jase followed suit, his hand flying across his cock. His knees nearly gave out as he painted the inside of the door with a flood of cum. Spurts of milk likewise erupted from Carly's fist-sized nipples as she came, her body shaking in pleasure which sent ripples through her tits right through to her nipples.
It was a good long minute before either of them stirred after their momentous, simultaneous, but separated orgasm. Jase wasn't sure what to do, so he quickly pulled his pants back up. He paused and waited, watching Carly. She was lying back, her arms trapped under breasts so large he could lay out on top of one like a king-sized mattress and still have space enough to stretch out. Jase noted with surprise that she seemed to be asleep. He waited again for several minutes, hardly daring to breathe. Finally, it became evident that Carly was deeply asleep, so Jase moved to exit the room. There was just enough space to open the door, close it quietly behind him and sidle along the wall to the living room. It took a superhuman effort for Jase to not reach out and touch the gigantic expanse of warm breast in front of him, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from burying his face in it, lying on it, kissing it…
As Jase left the room, he resolved to make good on his plan to fix the door. But he also made a new resolution, something he couldn’t believe he hadn't seen earlier, but now knew that he had wanted all along.
~~~~~~~
It was many hours later when Carly woke from her slumber. She could tell by the change in lighting and by the magnitude of the size of her breasts. It seemed that there was an effective limit to their size when she wasn't concentrating, although they never truly stopped expanding. She could feel it, a slight trickle of energy entering her body and filling her up which never stopped, only slowed to a trickle. If left unchecked, it would expand forever towards a certain size, growing infinitely but slowing infinitely at the same time. She thought that someday, if the conditions were righ,t she would truly test the limits of how big she could get when she applied her will. Her dream from several weeks earlier came to mind again, where it seemed her metaphorical breasts were the size of mountains. The strange voice that had urged her to begin all this had been strangely silent since then.
Carly judged her breasts to be several thousand pounds each. It was simply impractical to have them at these sizes for long periods, and with her current wardrobe. So she proceeded to reduce their size back to a more normal one. She allowed herself just a little extra volume, giving herself bouncy, perky boobies that most women would die for. But as she was watching them recede, she noted something amiss. As her tits shrank down to her chosen size, they uncovered a clipboard on the floor. It had a bunch of writing and diagrams in an extremely messy hand. It finally clicked that she had seen Jase holding a clipboard earlier, so she concluded it must be his. She slipped into a shirt and short shorts and walked down the hall to his room.
A quiet knock and short wait told her that Jase was gone, so she opened the door and stepped in. She was met with a rather shocking sight. Jase's laptop screen faced the door directly, and on it was a pornographic image.
It was a comic, drawn in an anime style, and appeared to be one page of a larger story. In the first panel, a woman was just finishing drinking some sort of potion, identified by a cartoonish round flask with a rubber stopper and a miniscule label depicting a pair of abstracted breasts.
In the next panel, the woman's breasts had grown so large they were ripping through her flannel shirt, buttons shooting in every direction. The woman had a face filled with surprise and pleasure.
In the next panel, the view was further out, showing the whole house she was in, her breasts having broken through an entire side and roof of the house and poking out, fire hose streams of milk shooting from her nipples which alone must have been the size of basketballs. In the final panel the view was high up above the city, a lone pair of breasts the size of large buildings dwarfing the suburbs in which they resided.
A complex wash of emotions flowed through Carly. First off, she didn't even know this kind of porn existed. Secondly, that Jase was into this kind of thing. Did he… somehow know her secret? And that was what prompted him to seek this out? Or was it a kink he already had, and some cosmic coincidence had put them together right when this happened? It was too much. Too specific.
But something else crept into Carly's thoughts. Arousal. She has assumed that most people would be repulsed by her body when she wasn't holding back. In her true form. But then again, Natasha's response to that hadn't been revulsion, but rather delight and comfort. She had difficulty daring the thought that someone would want exactly that. But wasn't it what she wanted? She hated being invisible, flat, boring, but also dreaded public attention. Was there an option in the middle?
There was much thinking to do, and she didn't know when Jase would be back. She tossed the clipboard onto the bed. Her curiosity got the better of her and she clicked through another few tabs. There were more porn images of hyper-expanded breasts. To her surprise, she found herself taking pleasure in looking at the cartoon women relishing their growth, just as she had hers. But her biggest surprise was the final tab of the web browser. She blinked a few times, then opened her mouth in surprise. She looked back at the clipboard, then on the image on the final tab.
In a moment, she was out the door. This was too much to digest all at once. But inside her heart flickered a dangerous, wonderful, fearful, and warm feeling. Hope.
~~~~~~~
Carly sat across from Jase, the sounds of conversation, clinking dishes, and the hiss of coffee machines providing a background to their conversation.
Not long ago, Carly was in the midst of a crisis, having suffered multiple very public humiliations, found she had some sort of cosmic curse, talked to some disembodied voice, and nearly gave in to being a recluse for the rest of her life. But she had come home from class one day to find her door replaced. She hadn't called anyone to do it, and Natasha didn't know anything about it either. And what's more, Jase had unexpectedly asked her out for coffee. It had been years since she had been on a proper date. She surprised herself by saying yes almost immediately.
And now the date was going swimmingly. She was pleasantly surprised by how easy it was to talk to him. It turned out they had had quite a similar childhood, the same number of siblings, went to the same kind of schools, and even had similar goals for after college.
“So then, right as my head came up from underwater, I saw the guys running off with all my clothes! I was totally naked, trapped in the lake.” Jase and Carly laughed heartily at the story Jase was telling about an experience in summer camp.
“Those absolute fuckers. What did you do?”
“What could I do? I had no clothes, and the camp counselors were out in full force getting everyone in for curfew. I stayed in the water as long as I could and then sprinted to my cabin before anyone saw. I gave my buddies a pretty good show squeezing through the window, naked and wet. That was how I got my nickname, Stringbean.”
Carly giggled at the mental image of Jase's lanky body squeezing through a tiny window. It had been a while since she had laughed like that. It felt good.
“So what are you going to do after college?” She asked.
“I want to be a physical therapist. Once I get my degree, I want to help people improve themselves. People are capable of so much more than they think, sometimes all they need is a push to make them realize they can do it.”
“I never thought about it that way. That's really cool.” In spite of herself, she was getting extremely comfortable, letting her guard down. She had been living in the same apartment as Jase for quite a while now and never knew all this about him. Her fingers twirled through her hair as she tilted her head and listened to him telling more funny stories from his teen years. She was stirred from her thoughts by a concerned look from Jase.
“Carly… hey Carly. You're…” he was staring at her chest. Not just glancing, but openly staring. Oh god. She looked down. She hadn't been concentrating enough, and her breasts had ballooned up so large they were lying in her lap. She was wearing a thick sweater that provided the tiniest bit of cover for the change, but there was just no hiding it. What's worse, she saw two dark pools of liquid at her nipples.
Perhaps worst of all, Jase would not stop staring. At the very least, he did not seem repelled, but he looked at her tits with an uncharacteristic hunger. All at once, Carly felt the warm feelings of the date recede. She felt like a sideshow, like a piece of meat to be ogled. And Jase would just not quit staring. Even worse, she saw him reach a hand down to his crotch to make an adjustment.
“Jase, stop!” He didn't.
“Jase, stop it!” He looked up at her, then back at her chest. “You pervert!” she shrieked, a lot louder than she anticipated.
Redness flushed throughout Jase's cheeks as he realized what he was doing, but the damage was done. The whole coffee shop was looking at them, and Jase was open-mouthed in shock. Tears filled Carly’s eyes, and she immediately stood up, making a beeline for the door while simultaneously reigning in her boobs to a regular size. She could see the other patrons staring daggers at Jase, whom she assumed thought Jase had molested her. In a way, he had. With his eyes.
Jase could only watch in resignation as Carly burst out the door. He tried to sink down in his chair to avoid the stares of the others, wishing the earth would swallow him up.
