"So I was just in the neighborhood," I smiled as I walked inside, "and I realized we haven't seen each other in ages!"
"I know, right?" Becky said. I let her walk past me. Her chest was barely noticeable, but that sweet butt... I felt the urge to use my power bubbling up inside me already. It was like an itch I just had to scratch. "It's been forever," Becky continued, oblivious to my gaze. "How's class? How's uhm... everything?"
"I'm goooood. I've grown a bit."
"Opening up?" Becky smiled. "That's good! You were always so shy in high school. I mean, look who's talking... haha..."
"No," I giggled, "I mean I've growing." I stuck out my chest. I felt amazed at how big my breasts looked, DD's constrained in a B-cup bra. Becky's eyes went wide.
"Yeah, uh.. wow." She chuckled, blushing like crazy. Her midnight black hair just made her cheeks look even more red.
"You can't seriously tell me you didn't notice," I smiled. "What do you think? Would you say I've... matured?"
Becky's jaw fell open for a moment. I could tell she was just dying to make a move, but that shy little angel just couldn't find the will. She grew fluttery, "I'm uhm... I'll go get us some drinks!" She vanished into the kitchen.
"How about some cocktails?" I called half-jokingly toward the kitchen. I sat down on the couch and thought about Becky's figure. That nearly-flat chest... blah. Those piercing, sweet eyes... gorgeous. But that butt! That sweet, tight, firm, voluptuous butt! I couldn't stop thinking about it! I had seen it just five seconds ago, and I already missed it!
It was truly perfect. But yeah, that chest... I always wondered if Becky's lack of confidence stemmed from her petite figure. There was only one way to find out.
I concentrated. I could actually feel my power working, even though I couldn't see Becky's body. I could seriously feel her body as a full figure in my mind. And I went to work.
Fifteen seconds later, Becky came out of the kitchen with a confused look. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I could already see the sudden developments of B-cups under her forest-green blouse. She stared at me in utter confusion for a moment. "I uhm... Amanada, I think..."
I smiled innocently. "Yes? Something wrong?"
I didn't think it was possible, but her face grew even redder. "Oh... nothing. Right, let me get those drinks."
A good start. After a minute, I called into the kitchen, "What's the holdup?"
"What?! Oh, right, sorry!"
I burst out laughing. I would have bet money Becky was in there examining her breasts. Just thinking about it made me want to "develop" her more. I focused, and a second later, a glass shattered in the kitchen.
"Oh my god!" Becky gasped. "Oh my god!!" She stumbled out of the kitchen and looked at me in disbelief. Under her blouse were the curves of breasts that were nearly as big as mine. Impressive to almost any girl, but positively massive to a girl who had just been flat a few minutes ago. Her tight blouse was actually riding up her flat belly from the sudden girth. "What... what... Amanda, there's something happening!!"
I ended the growth, and still feigned ignorance. "What do you mean? Did you drop a glass in there?"
"My-!" But even now, Amanda was too meek to just say it!
"Your...?"
Becky giggled awkwardly. "You won't believe this... but... my boobs just got bigger."
I stared dumbly at her obvious bust. "Oh, really?"
Becky looked at me like I was insane. "Yes! Yes, look at me!" She gestured to her bouncing breasts. I suddenly realized how badly I needed to see them, how badly I needed to get her top off.
"I think you're just imagining things," I shrugged. "Are you sure?"
She laughed crazily. "Am I sure?! Yes!! Look! Just... look!" She unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse. We both admired her impressive cleavage. "See?!" Her panicking sent the most wonderful jiggles and shakes through her breasts.
I couldn't help myself. Without even raising an eyebrow, I focused. "Look!!" Becky almost screamed. "I can feel it! Oh my god, this is ... what is happening??"
I admit now my jaw fell open as Becky's blouse filled out with more and more boobage. This 5'1'' girl already had bigger breasts than me, but I wasn't jealous, especially knowing I could change that in a heartbeat.
I realized if I freaked her out too much, I'd have no chance of pushing our relationship into something incredible. I halted the advance of her burgeoning gigantic breasts, which were now F-cups. Breasts that perfect size and shape were impossible to imagine on such a petite, innocent girl, but here they were in front of me! She looked at me in utter shock as I put my hand on her arm.
"Hey, Becky..."
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