This choice: Was a huge 5'0", and her breasts were a D cup! • Go Back... She stepped off the measuring tape, letting it whip back into place with a loud snap. Five feet tall. The idea of being this tall was absurd to Lindsay, something she couldn’t quite grasp. She knew the measurement wasn’t wrong; she had checked it three times. “Five feet tall” she said to herself, testing the feel of the words on her tounge. She has always been tall for her, this was something Lindsay was well aware of, but this was much more than she would’ve ever thought possible at her age. Her head was swimming through a sea of emotions; fear, confusion. Excitement. She took a step back from the mirror in front of her, one which was much too short for her at this point. Lindsay began suddenly aware of the extra weight on her chest and glanced down to see a much bigger pair of breasts pushing out against her shirt. Having been so caught up in her huge height change, she had hardly noticed their growth. Lindsay knew the basics of how breasts were measured, and ventured that hers were now about a D cup. She slowly raised her shaking hands to her breasts, hesitant to touch them in the fear that they would disappear as quickly as they had appeared. She cautiously set her hands on each of her breasts, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her entire body from the sensitive nature of her new breasts, Lindsay letting out a much too loud moan. Certain that her boobs were permanent, she experimented by squeezing the both of them, her hands sinking into the soft flesh and fabric. She felt another jolt of pleasure spread through her body, but this time she was prepared and managed to subdue her moan. Lindsay took notice of her nipples slowly protruding father out through her shirt, and quickly poked them out of curiosity.
This cause a wave of ecstasy to flow through her, one more overwhelming than the others, and she couldn’t contain her loud moan. Lindsay suddenly jumped back as a succession of loud knocks came from her door, her boobs bouncing with her. “Everything good in there sweetie?” She heard her dad say from outside the door, and a sense of dread swept over her. How would her father react to her changes? How could she explain them? She wasn’t even sure what caused this growth to begin with. “Y-yes daddy, I’m fine” she called back, her voice still as childlike as before she grew. There were a few seconds of agonizing silence before her dad replied “Alright, just making sure. We’ve gotta get you to school in a few here, I’ve got your lunch all packed.” Her dad finally said back, causing an entire new feeling of dread to go through Lindsay. School was a whole different problem. She looked over at her open and messy closet. Perhaps she could try to hide her breasts’ growth and hope her height wasn’t too noticeable, as she’s always been quite tall. Her eyes landed on a sleeveless shirt of hers, one that was innocent enough for her old self, but on her 5’0, D-cup body? It would look more like a training bra than anything else. Perhaps she should own up to her changes, show them off, and maybe catch the attention of a special girl at school. She felt a knot in her stomach at the though of facing her father and classmates. Maybe she could claim she was sick and stay home? Lindsay looked back down at her breasts, she would certainly like some time to explore. She then looked back at her model town, a tool to her biggest fetish by far. The thought of crushing its various parts with her new body was very inviting indeed to her. She turned back to the door, took a deep breath, then said her response;   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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