For some strange reason Natasha felt different, more confident, as if her personality was developing. Though looking at her girls she realized they were developing some how.
Getting tired she went to sleep.
...
"Mmm..."
Beep!
"Click."
"Ughh."
Looking at the alarm her eyes widened.
She had overslept for two hours.
It was 10: 30 am.
Normally Natasha was a stickler for school work though today she felt lazy.
"I don't want go, fuck it."
Sitting up from her bed she saw that breasts were puffy being hard pressed in a bra too small for them. It was a pain to snap it off though when it was over Natasha breathed a sigh of relief.
"They have definitely gone up a size."
Looking through her closet she was first going to choose a pair of jeans then.
Holding it she felt as if something was off.
"These jeans, I wonder if I can make them more comfortable."
She smiled a bit at a perverted thought.
"It would be nice to show off more skin..."
A cold shiver ran down her spine when she realized what she said.
"Wait, what am I saying?!"
The girl was about to put them away when she hesitated.
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