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by Liska’s_growth Josie wasn’t sure exactly what was happening, but she wasn’t complaining. Earlier in the week her bra – which she mostly wore for modesty, not support - had started feeling a little tight. She had not dared to hope that it was anything more than the usual swelling before her period, but she wasn’t due for another week at least, and this morning there was clearly too much breast being held back by too little bra. Small crescents of flesh were visible at the base, and her little A-cups were starting to look like they were maybe B-cups, given the bit of jiggle she noticed walking down the stairs to the kitchen. And the tingling! She started noticing it when she was examining herself in the mirror – feeling some of the new weight in her hands, her breasts were tingling like mad. It was a pleasant sort of buzz that moved gently in waves from deep in her chest forward to her small nipples, causing them to stiffen and plump slightly. Her girls had never been sensitive

by Liska’s_growth Three days. How had it been three whole days and she still had not had a chance to say more than ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ to Charlie. Every day since Monday’s miracle, where her normally perky A-cup breasts had dramatically and quite pleasurably grown into gracefully upswept C-cups, she had been putting on her beautiful new blue bra and one of her new shirts, ready to make Charlie notice her – and they had not had even a moment together. It was maddening. Not only was she missing her friend, but frankly, she was horny nearly all the time now – especially when she thought about how Charlie had looked at her as they passed each other in the gallery that first afternoon. I guess he had technically noticed her – noticed her enough that he accidentally walked into the corner of the desk in what looked to be a pretty painful way. Her frustration was beginning to take its toll though and she was worried she might not be able to keep from making a fool of herself when they

by Liska’s_growth Author's note: All characters are 18 years of age or older. This was a problem. And very quickly becoming a bigger problem by the moment. Her breasts felt heavy in her new bra, nipples digging into the dense material. Her pencil skirt felt tight around her rump. Her breathing ragged and everywhere was tingling all at once. The moment she saw Charlie walk into the gallery – looking more delicious than usual (was he taller too?), Josie had barely been able to restrain herself from tearing off her clothes and tackling him to the floor. As it was, watching his powerful strides across to the storage space, she could feel her sodden panties against her tingling, pulsing clit, sending an electric arc up to her erect nipples and back down again. A feedback loop of tingling, pulsing energy that she was both afraid of, and excited by. Glad, for once, that they were mostly alone in the gallery with nobody else to see her, she half walked, half staggered to the bathroom