Hundreds of possibilities flooded Natalie's mind. She could rewrite history, change anything. She took a big breath in and exhaled, thinking. She had to start small.
Looking down at the phone, her eyes drifted to her completely flat chest. She lifted a hand to her non-existent bosom as an idea sparked in her brain. She didn't have to be flat-chested anymore. She, honestly, didn't have to be anything anymore if she wanted, but she reminded herself to stall small, keep it in control for now.
She felt her nipples harden as she thought about how large she should make herself. Keeping her racing imagination in check, she typed slowly: I have C cup breasts.
She felt her phone vibrate as she hit enter and a small shock traveled through her body. She shivered in response, gathering herself before looking back down at her chest in anticipation. Seconds felt like hours as she stared at her chest, watching for any indication of change. A strange pressure seemed to be building up in her ribs, like a dull throb that seemed to be building with every heartbeat. She bit her lip as it began to feel uncomfortable, like something needed to escape or she would burst.
With a start, one of the pulses pushed her breasts out slightly. Natalie's mouth opened in shock as she saw her chest fill with each heartbeat. Like a steady pump, her tits filled and grew, larger and larger. She let out a soft and quiet moan as she felt the fabric of her tank top slide against her pulsating nipples.
Settling at a decent size for her skinny frame, Natalie determined that they must be firm C-cups by now. She tweaked her nipple and gasped at the elevated sensation. They were like everything she had dreamed about, finally having two tits to call her own. She had never felt quite as womanly as she felt now, caressing her breasts and feeling their weight under her clothes.
A noise from the hallway drew her attention. She looked down at her new chest in horror. How would she hide these? Remembering the school, she hoped whoever would walk in would simply remember her as always having breasts. The door creaked open...
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