"Excuse me."
"Hm?"
Sylvie turned to face whomever just spoke only to find herself staring directly at a sizable pair of breasts. The most sizable pair she'd ever seen, in fact. Maybe not downright huge, but certainly a good cup size or two above average. That must be why this mystery busty girl had the top button of her blouse undone, exposing her white-furred cleavage. Or maybe she just wanted to show off.
But that aside, who was this busty girl? And why was she presenting herself to Sylvie in such a way?
A giggle snapped Sylvie out of her thoughts. Her ears twitched. Clearing her throat, she looked up to see the smirking face of a Braixen. She blushed, averted her gaze. "Sorry."
The Braixen giggled again. "Oh, don't be. I wanted you to stare."
Sylvie blinked. Her brow furrowed a tiny bit. "Why?" she asked, daring to face the other girl again but not daring to look anywhere below her chin.
A third giggle, and the leaning Braixen straightened up and walked over to the chair opposite Sylvie. She sat down, rested her head in her hands. Her orange eyes twinkled with amusement and a touch of mischief. "Sooo, how are things?" she asked.
"... Busy."
"Oh, right. Midterms." The Braixen's expression soured for a moment, then brightened right back up. "Buuut anywaaay..." She leaned forward. "I'm glad I finally got a chance to talk to you again, Sylvie! It's been forever!"
Sylvie's eye brows subtly rose. "How do you know my name? Who..." She trailed off.
Suddenly, this girl started looking vaguely familiar. A Braixen with a pretty face and a sunny disposition... Come to think of it, that sounded just like--
"Raina?"
The Braixen girl's-- Raina's smile widened. "You do remember!"
Sylvie nodded. "We were partners for a science project, right?"
"Yup! During our first year."
Sylvie leaned back in her seat, glanced up at the ceiling a moment before looking back at Raina. "That was two years ago. I'm surprised you remember me."
"Of course I remember you!" Raina leaned even further forward. By this point, she was giving Sylvie another good look at her cleavage. "Who wouldn't remember someone so pretty and nice and smart and pretty and, and... Yeah!"
Blushing at the praise, Sylvie found herself struggling to maintain eye contact. "I," she stammered, "er... Thank you." She cleared her throat. "But that all better applies to you."
"Ohh, you think so, do you?" By this point, Raina leaned far enough that she practically laid on the table. She arched her back, thrusting her chest towards Sylvie. "And would these have anything to do with that? Hmmm?"
Sylvie's blush deepened. She tugged at her shirt collar. "I don't remember you being so...flirty."
"Aw c'mon, I'm just teasing!" Raina settled back into her chair. "And so what if I'm being a little flirty? You'd wanna show off too with breasts like these." She cupped them for emphasis.
Despite her best efforts, Sylvie couldn't help sparing a brief glance at them. She flinched at Raina's knowing smirk. "I don't remember you being so well endowed either."
"Well, that's..."
Raina trailed off. She scanned the area, compelling Sylvie to do the same. The library was empty by now, save for the staff members. Turning back to her, Raina said, "Why don't we talk about this on the way home? Here's not a good place."
Sylvie tilted her head in confusion, silently asking Raina for elaboration. When she got none, she nodded and stood. Raina did the same.
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The sidewalk was sparsely populated as Sylvie and Raina walked alongside each other. Not many folks were out and about so late in the day, especially away from the more tourist-heavy areas. It gave them a sort of semi-privacy.
"Sooo, my breasts," Raina started. "They're a very, um, let's say recent development." With a snicker she added, "If you'll pardon the pun."
"How recent, exactly?" Sylvie asked.
"Just this week. People have been talking about me, of course. Accused me of stuffing my bra, getting work done. That sort of thing."
"So it wasn't because of surgery."
"Of course not!" Raina huffed. "Just 'cause my family's rich doesn't mean I get to spend it on whatever. Mom and Dad would kill me if I got breast surgery."
"Yet they let you enhance them through some other means."
"Well, I had help from someone my parents trust a lot. And it took a lot of convincing. Like, a lot a lot."
Sylvie nodded despite not entirely understanding. The lives of rich folk were nothing but a mystery to her. "And what kind of help did they give you?"
"Developing breast enhancement pills."
The answer came so plainly, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. The blase delivery of it nearly made Sylvie wheeze as though it had come along and punched her in the stomach. "Is that so," she said, her disbelief showing through her usually level tone.
Raina forced a laugh, looked away in some random direction. "I guess it does sound pretty crazy, huh?"
Sylvie shook her head. "Have you told anyone else at school about this?"
"Nope. Just you."
"Why just me?"
Raina stopped in place. Sylvie stopped as well and turned to face her.
"Well..." She looked down, interlocked her hands behind her back. "To be honest, I wanted to share them with you."
Sylvie's eyes widened a touch. Words failed her for a good, long moment. The best she could manage was a soft "Me?"
Raina gave a small nod, still not meeting her gaze.
"Why?"
Biting her lip, Raina inhaled deeply and forced herself to make eye contact.
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