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The only thing that Carter liked about gym class was the fact that it was the last class of the day. He didn't have to worry about going anywhere else except home afterwards. Gym was already bad to begin with. What made it worse that day was the temperature was swelteringly hot. And as a warm-up, everyone had to take a lap.
As Carter lined up on the track, he noticed that everyone including himself was already sweating like crazy. He could already feel the pressure of his growing breasts pushing out against the tightly wound straps across his body.
"Hey Carter!" Mara said happily as she placed herself next to him. She bent her athletically toned body down and readied for the signal.
"Mara, hi...jeez it's hot..." Carter panted, hiding the fact that he didn't want to be anywhere near her at the moment. The straps were digging into his sides now, making it clear that the rate of growth was considerably more rapid because of the stupid weather.
The whistle sounded and everyone started running. Carter made an effort to run slower than everyone else and quickly fell to the back of the group. Not even a quarter lap through and the pain of his constricted chest was killing him. He could already feel two distinct masses underneath, and it only made him freak out more.
There was no way he was going to finish the lap. That he was sure of. He looked around frantically for somewhere to hide. His eyes locked on the set of bleachers at the far end of the track and set his mind on getting there. Fast.
Snap!
A strap broke in two underneath his shirt making him lurch forward unbalanced. He caught himself and shoved the dangling piece of fabric in his shorts. Just a couple more yards and he'd be safe from view.
He ran to the fence and vaulted clumsily over it making sure that none of the teachers or the students saw him, and dashed under the bleachers. He fell to the ground exhausted and sat against a column to rest.
His chest didn't show any sign of wanting to take a rest however. Carter glanced to his right and his left and saw nothing but trees. Good. Slowly he lifted up his shirt and gasped silently at the bulging flesh fighting to break free. He quickly began ripping off the velcro straps one by one until he could finally breathe.
Unhindered and fueled by the humid weather, Carter's breasts grew like crazy. From softballs, to cantaloupe, to an even bigger size he had never experienced before. He quickly yanked down his shirt not wanting to look at them as they continued their quest for growth.
"Carter?"
No. For all that was good and holy, NO. How in the world did she know where he was? And of all the people in the world? Why? Sudden panic washed over him.
Mara walked around the bleachers looking for him. She had looked back as she was running to see him heading for the gate that lined the track. Worried that he was hurt or not feeling well she rushed to go find him.
Please don't come over here. Please, don't see me like this. Carter struggled to keep his shirt over his breasts as they were soon reaching the size of soccer balls. Never before had they grown so big and so fast...and at such a terrible time.
"Carter? Are you ok?" Mara asked again as she came around to the side of the bleachers. She neared the open space under the seating and peered inside.
"Oh my God..."
Carter turned his head to look at her with a paled expression. "M-Mara! D-Don't look at me!" He tried his best to hide his massive lumps under his shirt but it was futile.
Mara stood there not cringing or gawking. She was actually quite calmly collected for how he assumed she'd react. She only asked one simple question. "Are those real?"
Carter didn't respond. He was too busy feeling humiliated and angry at himself for letting this happen in front of the only person he liked in this entire town. He looked down at the alien masses in his lap and glanced back up, flinching when he saw her begin to walk over to him.
Mara seemed to not notice his nervous shaking and squatted down to sit next to him. She was quiet and gently put a hand on his shoulder.
For a long minute they sat there in silence. Carter looked off in the other direction feeling like he was a freak of nature, an experiment gone horribly awry. There was nothing to look forward to now, by tomorrow he'd be the talk of the town, and he w--
"Well this is new."
Carter's train of thought stopped. He turned to look at her for the first time since she sat down. "What?" he asked confused.
"Aww, you know, these," Mara pointed poking one of his breasts.
He immediately fell back into his self-conscious state and tensed up. Knowing Mara, it was common fit her to tease him and joke around, but this...that was cruel. He shuffled around trying to disguise the enormity of them, but it was just too obvious.
"I don't mean that in a bad way," Mara said after another minute had passed.
She just had to keep bringing them up to shove the problem back in his face. "Mara, stop," he said softly but forcefully. "If you want to laugh at me, just leave. I already feel miserable as it is."
Mara didn't respond, nor did she leave. She continued to sit there next to him calmly.
"I'm not laughing at you, and I'm not leaving either," she answered after a long pause.
"Then why are you here? To pity the guy with girl tits? Is that why Mara?" Carter replied quickly. He hated how emotionless she was acting. It made him feel like she wasn't even caring. At least if she freaked out because of his huge chest it was a reaction. At least he'd know he had no chance with her.
"Because I like you Carter," Mara replied sincerely looking at him directly.
"Pity the-"
"Shut up!" Mara scolded, smacking him across the face. "I've liked you since I met you four years ago, and the fact that you have tits makes absolutely no fucking difference!"
Carter was speechless, his eyes wide as he watched her jaw tense. But even if he still thought she was kidding, her deep brown eyes told him the truth. They remained soft and sincere even as her body was shaking. "Y-You do?" was all he could choke out.
Mara nodded. "Yes! And when you stopped hanging out or even talking to me...I didn't understand why you did..." She looked away hurt.
Guilt weighed on him like a boulder. He had avoided her all these years and yet she still wanted to be his friend. He wanted to too, but was afraid of what she'd think of him if she found out. "It was because of these..." he replied slowly, "I thought I'd be too much of a freak for you to like me..."
So he did like her, Mara realized. "You've always been a freak, Carter." She smiled poking one of his breasts again, watching him draw back. "But," she continued before he could feel terrible about what she just said, "that's why I liked you, and still do. And..."
Carter saw her pause. "And what?" He noticed her blush and brush away a tuft of red hair from her eye.
"And I liked how different you were from every other dumb guy at school." She paused again, hesitant to say her next thought. "Honestly, seeing you here, girl tits and all, was the deciding factor. I like you Carter, and I don't want me or you making the same mistake of leaving for another three years because we couldn't tell one another we liked them."
What Mara said rang true in Carter's mind. Getting up and leaving her would be the second most stupid thing he did in his life. The first being when he did that same thing four years ago. He could not make that same mistake.
He looked down heaping his breasts in his arms, then letting them fall onto his lap again. Cringing, he watched as they jostled around. "I don't want to leave you again Mara. I just don't want to be an embarrassment to you." Carter looked up nervously into her eyes. "So you want to date a guy with an uncontrollable breast growth problem?"
Mara smiled at his unusual question, "I...I actually think you look kinda cute with them..." She bit her lip as if she didn't mean to say it.
"Y-You do? Seriously?" he stammered, looking back down at his tight shirt again.
Mara nodded sincerely. "At first when I saw you it was kind of like an eye opener moment, but then sitting here with you...I realized that with these," she reached and rested her hand on one of his breasts," I've seen the real you. They helped you bring out the true feelings inside you...and that makes the years I waited all worthwhile."
She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. "And screw the world and whatever they think about you. You look awesome with tits, and I mean it."
The two sat there not talking, letting the quiet peace around them block out the world until the sun started going down in the sky. Carter's chest eventually shrunk down enough for him to be comfortable with leaving and he offered to drive Mara home.

School had finally ended, and it was time for summer. And adding to the happy people parading home was Carter. For the first time in a long time he was excited for the season. Sure, he still had his worries, but that was not going to stop him from enjoying it. Especially when he had found a person that loved him for everything about him.
"It's finally summer!" Mara exclaimed happily as she sat on her porch next to Carter. She took a drink of the iced tea in her hand and looked up at the cloudless sky. "And you know what that mean?"
Carter raised an eyebrow. "Getting hot, sweaty, and gross?" he said sarcastically with a laugh.
"Even better," Mara said mysteriously. "Shopping!"
Carter drew back confused. "For what? A pool?"
She smiled devilishly. "Oh, you'll see."

"No. There is absolutely no way I'm going in there," Carter stated adamantly. The two of them decided to go shopping...however not at all where Carter expected to go. Here he was standing outside the one store he never thought he'd go into: a women's undergarments clothing store.
Mara put her arm around him giving a comforting squeeze. "I'm telling you, carrying these babies around for forever gets tiresome," she replied gesturing to her ample chest. "Proper support is a necessity."
Carter looked at her as if she were crazy. "Great, bras help make your back hurt less." He paused to make an over exaggerated gesture at his flat chest. "It's kinda pointless if they aren't there...AND" he stopped her from saying it, "...I'm not about to make them grow in a store just to see what bras work."
Mara laughed. "Fine. We'll just buy a couple different sizes, and we'll test them out later. Deal?"
"Deal." He watched her start to go inside and decided to wait outside the store.
"So what are you looking fo-" Mara stopped when she realized Carter wasn't next to her. Looking back she saw him sitting patiently on a bench. "Get over here!" she commanded with a chuckle.
"Why? Can't you just pick some out for me?" Carter whined. He had no inclination to go in.
"No. I'll assist, but you are picking them out. You're the one that's wearing them, not me," she reasoned walking over and pulling him to his feet into the store.
Mara dragged him straight to the bra section and planted him in front of the wall display. "Choose away..."
Carter gulped nervously scanning the endless selection of clothing. From lacy or silk, to padded or skimpy, the amount of bras was overwhelming. His eyes then fell on the sports bra section. They were the least feminine looking out of all of them, and that's what he ultimately decided on.
"Sports bras eh?" Mara teased from behind him. "No silky ones?" she stepped forward and held up a black lacy bra with silk cups.
Carter gave her an incredulous look and picked three different colored sports bras and showed them to her. "Can we leave now?" Just being in the store weirded him out.
"Alright, I was just trying to make this a little fun." Mara pouted. She grabbed different sizes of the bras he chose and headed up to the cashier's desk.
The cashier looked at the clothing pausing for a moment. She was confused as to why there were three different sizes, but didn't ask. Mara paid and the two left.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" Mara asked Carter who had run ahead.
"Can we go home now? That was...weird." He took one last look at the store and started walking away quickly.
Mara ran to catch up and reassured him about something. "Getting to wear them is a lot more enjoyable than shopping for them." She raised an eyebrow, "Ready to test them out?"
"Ughhh... “Carter sighed helplessly as he rolled his eyes.

Carter walked over to Mara's house and she invited him with an eager smile on her face. "You're excited..." he stated unenthusiastically.
"Oh come on, you'll enjoy it too. Trust me."
She led him upstairs to her room and plopped herself on her bed. "So...you had said that they grow whenever you feel hot or sweaty right?" Mara asked.
"Yeah...why?" Carter replied slowly, not liking where this was already going.
Mara hopped up and opened a door at the other end of the room. Hot steaming air flowed out, hitting Carter with the humid mist. She already prepared for this...he sighed. Might as well get this over with.
As Carter walked into the steaming cloud of the bathroom, Mara shut the door behind him and told him to come back out wearing the smallest of the three when he was ready.
The window was closed with the shower blasting scalding hot water into the tub. Within a minute of standing there Carter already felt a sweat forming on his brow. Reluctantly, he started unstrapping the lines of fabric around his torso and dropped them to the floor. Lifting up his shirt he already saw them forming, and fast. Clumsily he threw off his shirt and grabbed the smallest bra, a navy blue B cup.
He looked at it as if it were a foreign object, but forced himself to slip it over his head. He slid the fabric over the forming masses and waited. However he only waited for another ten seconds before he felt his breasts fill up the bra. Once he saw cleavage forming his mind panicked and he threw open the door.
He came face to face with Mara, who was bouncing up and down like a kid getting a free cookie.
"How does it feel?" Mara asked with a grin. She looked from his face to his supported chest, letting out a gasp. "Holy crap!" Her eyes widened in awe as his breasts were bulging through every opening of the bra. The discomfort on his face said it all.
"I guess go try the next one?" she laughed.
Carter reluctantly turned around, feeling Mara push him back into the bathroom encouragingly. With extreme difficulty, he managed to get the thing off, only to have to put on the next one. As he grabbed the gray D cup, he already knew it was pointless just by looking at it. His breasts had already blown up to the size of cantaloupes again, and there was no way it was going to fit.
Throwing it aside, he grabbed the final bra. This one Mara made him get just to be funny, except, now he would actually have to use it: an R cup. Why a place would have bras that massive was slowly becoming a reality for Carter.
He slipped the stretchy fabric over his head like before and smushed the expanding mounds into its crater like cups. To Carter's relief, there was still a bit of room in the bra just in case they grew more. Wasting no time, he bolted from the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. The hot air was driving him nuts and just wanted his chest expansion to slow down. "Can we stop making these stupid things grow even bigger!?" He panted, adjusted the strap on his left shoulder so it fit nicer.
Mara was mesmerized. She just stood there watching him, his large breasts encased tightly in the huge black bra. She thought she had liked Carter a lot before, but witnessing him standing here with these feminine assets in such contrast to his masculine athletic body...there was just something about that that she absolutely loved. And with this body, Carter had seemed different, physically yes, but it had given her a great opportunity to know Carter, for real. Deep down, she hoped with all her heart that Carter would accept himself as who he was. Even more so, she hoped that his breasts never went away. She couldn't stop looking at them. It was such an unusual thing to see, but she loved how they looked on him. His big broad chest tapering to a thin flat stomach chiseled with--
"Mara?"
--a prominently shown set of abs that seemed unaffected by the changes on the upper half of his body. The feminine and masculine things about him were perfect. And match that with his witty personality that always got her to laugh. He was always willing to help her even when it wasn't--
"Mara."
--in his best interest, thinking about her before himself. It amazed her how she hadn't seen it before, how she hadn't tried hard enough to--
"Huh?" Mara shook her head slowly when she felt someone grab her arm. She looked up to meet Carter's calm eyes.
"You alright?" he laughed. "You were just standing there looking at me weird..."
Mara thrust her arms around him, feeling her breasts smush into his as she embraced him for a long time. "Don't leave again." she whispered with tears beginning to form.
Carter could feel her hold tighter, as if she really did feel like he would drift away. "I wouldn't dream of it."
In that moment, something clicked. In that moment both of them realized their true feelings and love for one another. In that moment...they never wanted to leave the other again.

Carter ended up staying the night at Mara's even though he lived right across the street. But even that short distance away seemed like miles for the two of them to spend apart.
The fact was, Mara loved Carter, and Carter loved Mara. Absolutely nothing, not even a sudden pair of tits could change that. With these new additions, it only strengthened their relationship.
As Carter slipped into bed next to Mara, his huge breasts laid comfortably in the black bra upon the sheets. At this point, the fact that his chest hadn't shrunk down didn't bother him.
Mara reached over resting her hand on the mounds of flesh, running her fingers along the fabric. She looked up at him, "You still feel hot since this afternoon?"
Carter raised an eyebrow, "No." He noticed that they hadn't shrunk down one bit since then. There was no fear. There was no alarm. He frankly didn't mind them much anymore. If she liked them, why couldn't he too?
"If I'm not leaving you again, they're not leaving either."