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Here's Chapter 2! Art done by the wonderful and talented Gubblenub

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Michelle awoke, as always, to the sound of her phone blaring at her. The annoying, increasingly loud device screeched at her until she groggily managed to drag her finger across the touch screen and silence it. She was a deep sleeper, so it was completely necessary to have such an awful sound wake her up any morning, but that didn’t stop her from hating it any less.

“Mmmhmmhhgh” She grumbled tiredly as she rubbed her eyes, squirming crankily underneath her velvety covers. This was always the hardest part of the day - waking up. It was tempting to just throw her phone out the window and curl up into a little cocoon of blankets and warmth, but the world was cruel and didn’t allow her this luxury.

Groaning, she sat up in her bed, stretching her arms high above her head as she did. She felt odd, like she was just more… out there than usual… or something. Protruding. It was an odd feeling she couldn’t place... until she looked down and saw a big, healthy set of breasts happily stretching her shirt out, a deep line of cleavage peeking out of her neckline.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeep!”

She yelped loudly at the sight of her newly grown bosom, each of her hands coming up to cup a sizeable orb and feeling their softness. She could feel her fingers squish against them and immediately knew they were real. This wasn’t just some trick.

“Michelle?! Is everything alright?” Sam called from the other side of her door, knocking loudly.

Michelle saw the doorknob turning. “Wait! Don’t -” She began, but the door swung open heedless, revealing a wide eyed Sam.

“Michelle are you alright? I heard you scream, and…” Sam stopped mid sentence, her eyes falling to her friend’s increased frontage.

“Oh.” She said simply, realization starting to bloom. A grin stretched across her face, and she began to giggle lightly.
Michelle crossed her arms under her bust, the unfamiliar weight of it squishing against her arms. A light blush spread across her face as her friend giggled at her.

“Wow, that spell has really done some work on you!”
Sam resumed her fit of giggles as she beheld her best friend’s new curves. More than a handful now, her perky little B-cups had swollen outward, becoming prominent bulges that pleasantly stretched her nightshirt taut like big ripe melons. She had gone from a little less than average to seriously packing literally overnight.
“Yeah yeah, alright… Can you just...” Michelle stammered, waiting for her to finish. She shifted uncomfortably, scooting her feet underneath her. After a few more rounds of giggles, Sam finally found her voice.

“Oh my gosh Michelle, I’m sorry, but that is just too funny… I mean look at you!” She gestured towards Michelle’s body, the round, perky swell of her enhanced chest projecting noticeably outward. “Now those are some cans!” Sam giggled, approaching her.

“Yeah, yeah… real funny…” Michelle slid off her bed, shakily rising to her feet. As she straightened, the both of them let out a gasp as another change became readily apparent.

“Woah…” Sam said in awe, her crystal blue gaze directed slightly upwards. For the first time in her life, she actually had to look up at her shy best friend. “You’re taller too… like, a lot taller!”

Sam was right, and clearly so. As she looked around her room, adjusting to her slightly higher perspective, Michelle was amazed at the difference that a few inches made. “This is… really weird…” She remarked. Michelle had worn heels only a handful of times in her life and this felt a bit like that, except for the fact that she was completely barefoot. Even then though, she was never this high up...

Grinning mischievously, Sam took advantage of Michelle’s absentmindedness.

“Hey!” Michelle yelped, backing away and holding her chest protectively. Sam had given Michelle’s now substantial chest an experimental poke, watching how the soft expanse gave way to the press of her finger.

“Sorry, I just had to know for sure.” Sam admitted, “They’re real, and… Jeez, they’re pretty dang big!”

“Are they, like... sensitive?” Sam quickly reached forward with one hand and gave one a quick squeeze, earning a gasp and a slap on the wrist from Michelle.

“Stop it!” Michelle squealed, flustered at the jolt of pleasure that shuddered through her body.

“Ooh, look at that! They are!” Sam laughed some more, seeing the way Michelle’s nipples perked up happily underneath her cotton t-shirt. Michelle hugged her breasts, protectively shielding them from further abuse at the hands of the grabby college junior.
“You're way bigger than me now…” Sam stood up straight, thrusting her own ample chest out and attempting to compare. Even with Michelle trying to downplay her endowments it was obvious that she was at least a size larger. “... And you’ve got some killer legs now too!” Sam’s eyes roamed over the flawless, blemish-free skin of her friend’s longer legs. Was it just her imagination, or was Michelle a little thicker in the back as well?

“Guh… Well…” Michelle stammered, turning an even darker shade of pink at the compliment. It felt strange looking down at Sam, her eyes came just up to Michelle’s nose. For as long as she could remember Sam had always been taller than her, and the feeling of looking down at someone who she considered to be like an older sister to her was unfamiliar to say the least. “J-Just… Just change me back, okay?! I can’t go to class like this!”

“Hmm…” Sam pretended to think about it for a moment, thoughtfully scratching her chin, “No, I don’t think I will.”

“What?! Why not?” Michelle balked at her,

“What, after all that humming and hawing you think I’m just gonna let you off the hook? You agreed to it, plus I can’t wait to see the look on Jeremy’s face when he gets a look at the new you.”

Michelle stamped her foot, her arms straight and fists tightly clenched. “Sam! This is serious! People are gonna see these… things!” She hissed, gesturing towards her chest, the healthy amount of cleavage peeking out over her neckline. “What am I supposed to tell them when everyone starts asking questions?”

“Somehow, I don’t think it’ll be a problem.” She said cryptically, her grin stretching a bit wider. She turned on her heels away from Michelle. “And besides, we don’t have time. We’re gonna be late for class.”

Michelle huffed, shocked by her friend’s gall. ‘...Don’t think it’ll be a problem? Easy for her to say! She’s not the one that has to deal with lugging these stupid boobs around all day!’ Michelle glanced at the clock beside her, spotting the time. ‘But crap… we are actually gonna be late…’ She hesitantly headed back to her room, gingerly pushing the door open and beginning her morning routine.

Showering had been an ordeal. That was when it really started to sink in - just how big in the chest she was. Feeling the steamy heat, the fat droplets rolling over the increased surface area of her skin… it was all a new experience for her. Her naked breasts wobbled with almost every movement, and especially so when she scrubbed. When she bent they hung forward, obscuring her vision, and when she reached for anything she felt their soft bulk press into her arm. There were lots of little things that she never had to worry about before until now, lots of things that busty girls had to deal with that normal ones didn’t.

Getting dressed had presented its own challenges as well. It was rather surreal for her, actually. She hadn’t expected any of her bras to be of much help to her. As they were now, her boobs should have bulged and overflowed even her largest of bras to the point of obscenity. That wasn’t what she found though. When she opened her drawers, she was confused to find that they had all been significantly sized up, the cups larger and more supporting than they ever had been before. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, she slipped her arms through one and settled her heavy spheres into the delicate satin cups. She struggled with the clasp in the back - more hooks to fasten meant a longer time spent fumbling with them - but when she finally had it closed she breathed a sigh of relief. Now properly supported, they didn’t move around so much but their proud perkiness was put on full display. She wasn’t exactly thrilled about that, but the weight off her back was a welcome reprieve.

Strangely, her tops weren't the least bit tight across the chest either. Well, some were tight, but not overly so like she had been expecting. She eventually settled on a medium-length sleeve peach cotton number, a top that she knew she had worn before with minimal impunity but had never fit quite like this. Her new breasts stretched the front taut, clear lines of stress following her bust up to the fullest curve. It didn’t exactly hide their size, she knew, but at least it didn’t show any cleavage.

Putting on shoes was a little weird now that she couldn’t see her feet. She managed though, and took the time to slip a skirt over her hips as well. She wondered for a moment if they felt a little bit wider, feeling a bit more resistance than normal as she shimmied the garment on over her soft thighs, but forgot about it as soon as she started working on her hair. With years of experience under her belt, it only took her a few minutes to fasten her shiny blonde locks into her usual braid. That, at least, wasn’t any different.

“Jeez Michelle, you’re really bringing that top to its knees!” Sam laughed, seeing the way Michelle was dressed. “I would have thought that you’d pick something a little more modest.” Sam had pulled on a pair of dark jeans, as well as a tight tank top showing off both a sliver of her trim waist as well as a healthy amount of cleavage. She wore a black jacket over top of it, left unzipped to show off the goods underneath. She had always been rather showy about her body, not shy about the ample blessings that nature had bestowed upon her, but today she was feeling… well, maybe a little outclassed by her formerly petite friend.

“I frickin’ tried, okay?!” Michelle whined, “We’re already running late… and this was like the only thing I could find that didn’t show off any cleavage.”

“Hmm… really?” Sam remarked, her thumb on her chin. “I don’t remember you owning much that showed off your girls before.”

“Yeah! I didn’t!” Michelle agreed, ” But it’s all different now... Everything’s more… Erm, roomy... in the chest…” She stammered.

“Huh…” Sam said noncommittally, the glint in her eyes suggesting that she may have known more than she was letting on, “Interesting…”

Soon, the two were on their way, walking down the street away from their apartment and towards the campus.

Walking was a new experience for Michelle. Most of her new height had went straight into her long, lithe legs. It felt weird being higher up, like she was walking on stilts. The ground that she covered with each step was noticeably more as well. She also felt a little more of a swing to her hips - probably just a result of her longer legs. She was still getting used to walking with her new body, but the unfamiliar sashay came naturally with the momentum from her extra curves.

As she walked Michelle’s gait adjusted, her conscious mind relearning how to walk in order to minimize the constant wobble of her bosom. That was another thing - It was always there no matter how careful she was, that incessant jiggle with every footstep. It was embarrassing… Not only did they reach way, way out in front of her, but even within the confines of her bra she could feel their constant motion. She tried slouching, trying to de-emphasize the size of her chest, but after only a few minutes she could feel the increased strain on her back, a twinge of pain preventing her from continuing. Her only hope was laying low, praying that she didn’t run in to anyone that she knew.

“Hey look, it’s June and Maggi!” Sam said excitedly, spotting a couple of mutual friends.

“Wait, Sam, maybe we shouldn’t…” Michelle began, but it was already too late. Sam had already ran over to greet them, forcing Michelle to awkwardly slink on over behind her.

“Hey guys…” She greeted hesitantly, trying to slouch and look as small as possible. Fortunately for her, Sam was already engaged in conversation and didn’t have to try very hard to pass unnoticed, though the conversation soon forcibly shifted to her.

“So girls…” Sam began, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, “Notice anything different about Michelle?”

Michelle’s cheeks immediately took on a pinkish hue. “Sam! Don’t!” She warned quietly.

Sam didn’t listen. She maneuvered closer to Michelle. With her this close, the difference in their heights was quite apparent. “Doesn’t she look rather… statuesque today?”

The shorter of the two, June, only raised an eyebrow. “Uh… sure?” She offered, giving a confused look to Maggi beside her. Maggi responded with one of her own.
Seeing their confusion, Sam’s grin grew wider. “And my… doesn’t she just have the biggest frickin’ boobs you’ve ever seen?” She reached across Michelle’s back and around her, helping herself to healthy double handfuls of perky breast-flesh.

“Oh my God, would you stop?!” Michelle whined, mortified at being groped for the third time that day. She slipped out of Sam’s grasp, though the damage had already been done. Surely they would see how she had changed now, wouldn’t they?

“Oh, leave the poor girl alone, would you?” Maggi scolded, “Every day with this crap…” she muttered under her breath.

“Yeah!” June piped in, “She can’t help that she’s, like, super busty, can you Michelle?”

“Uhhhh…” Michelle stammered, not quite understanding what was going on. Meanwhile, Sam stared back at her with a big, smug smile. Michelle grabbed her by the arm. “Can you excuse us for just a second?”

Michelle pulled her over away from Maggi and June, the pair continuing on ahead without them. Once they were out of earshot she turned to her, her voice a hushed whisper. “Okay, spill. What’s going on?”

Sam debated telling her for a moment. Michelle watched her expression change as she considered her options. “Sam please!” She begged. Deciding that she had had enough tormenting her Sam finally relented, letting her in on the big secret.

“Oh alright! Fine… fine...” She relented, waving off her taller friend, “So when I was at the library I did some reading, and like… well, I don’t know exactly how it works, but only you and I can see that anything has changed.”

“Oh... Really?” Michelle blinked, “That’s kinda…”

“...Cool?” Sam finished for her, “Yeah, that was one of the first things that I read. To them you’re the same busty, leggy Michelle that you’ve always been. Fun, huh?”

Michelle stared blankly at Sam as she processed this new information. “So… none of them remember what I used to look like?” She reiterated.
“Nope!” Sam confirmed with a giggle.
Michelle glanced pensively at the ground, then to Sam, then to her breasts, then finally back to Sam, “So you knew this would happen? Even last night when you cast the spell?”

“Oh, of course I knew! I wouldn’t have done this if I knew it was gonna cause real problems for you.” Sam told her, “I didn’t want like, some government agency coming and taking you away… I just wanted to watch you squirm a little.” Sam giggled, “...And that, by the way, has went exactly according to plan.”

“Ugh… You’re terrible…” Michelle rolled her eyes and bumped her friend with her elbow, playfully shoving her away. That was a relief, at least. Her chest was still obnoxiously big, at least she didn’t have to worry about having people freak out over her rapid growth spurt. That would make all this a little easier to bear, she supposed.

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Description

Here's Chapter 2! Art done by the wonderful and talented Gubblenub

You can also check this out on GTS City here: www.giantesscity.com/forum/vie…

Previous part:

www.deviantart.com/doubleburge…

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Michelle awoke, as always, to the sound of her phone blaring at her. The annoying, increasingly loud device screeched at her until she groggily managed to drag her finger across the touch screen and silence it. She was a deep sleeper, so it was completely necessary to have such an awful sound wake her up any morning, but that didn’t stop her from hating it any less.

“Mmmhmmhhgh” She grumbled tiredly as she rubbed her eyes, squirming crankily underneath her velvety covers. This was always the hardest part of the day - waking up. It was tempting to just throw her phone out the window and curl up into a little cocoon of blankets and warmth, but the world was cruel and didn’t allow her this luxury.

Groaning, she sat up in her bed, stretching her arms high above her head as she did. She felt odd, like she was just more… out there than usual… or something. Protruding. It was an odd feeling she couldn’t place... until she looked down and saw a big, healthy set of breasts happily stretching her shirt out, a deep line of cleavage peeking out of her neckline.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeep!”

She yelped loudly at the sight of her newly grown bosom, each of her hands coming up to cup a sizeable orb and feeling their softness. She could feel her fingers squish against them and immediately knew they were real. This wasn’t just some trick.

“Michelle?! Is everything alright?” Sam called from the other side of her door, knocking loudly.

Michelle saw the doorknob turning. “Wait! Don’t -” She began, but the door swung open heedless, revealing a wide eyed Sam.

“Michelle are you alright? I heard you scream, and…” Sam stopped mid sentence, her eyes falling to her friend’s increased frontage.

“Oh.” She said simply, realization starting to bloom. A grin stretched across her face, and she began to giggle lightly.
Michelle crossed her arms under her bust, the unfamiliar weight of it squishing against her arms. A light blush spread across her face as her friend giggled at her.

“Wow, that spell has really done some work on you!”
Sam resumed her fit of giggles as she beheld her best friend’s new curves. More than a handful now, her perky little B-cups had swollen outward, becoming prominent bulges that pleasantly stretched her nightshirt taut like big ripe melons. She had gone from a little less than average to seriously packing literally overnight.
“Yeah yeah, alright… Can you just...” Michelle stammered, waiting for her to finish. She shifted uncomfortably, scooting her feet underneath her. After a few more rounds of giggles, Sam finally found her voice.

“Oh my gosh Michelle, I’m sorry, but that is just too funny… I mean look at you!” She gestured towards Michelle’s body, the round, perky swell of her enhanced chest projecting noticeably outward. “Now those are some cans!” Sam giggled, approaching her.

“Yeah, yeah… real funny…” Michelle slid off her bed, shakily rising to her feet. As she straightened, the both of them let out a gasp as another change became readily apparent.

“Woah…” Sam said in awe, her crystal blue gaze directed slightly upwards. For the first time in her life, she actually had to look up at her shy best friend. “You’re taller too… like, a lot taller!”

Sam was right, and clearly so. As she looked around her room, adjusting to her slightly higher perspective, Michelle was amazed at the difference that a few inches made. “This is… really weird…” She remarked. Michelle had worn heels only a handful of times in her life and this felt a bit like that, except for the fact that she was completely barefoot. Even then though, she was never this high up...

Grinning mischievously, Sam took advantage of Michelle’s absentmindedness.

“Hey!” Michelle yelped, backing away and holding her chest protectively. Sam had given Michelle’s now substantial chest an experimental poke, watching how the soft expanse gave way to the press of her finger.

“Sorry, I just had to know for sure.” Sam admitted, “They’re real, and… Jeez, they’re pretty dang big!”

“Are they, like... sensitive?” Sam quickly reached forward with one hand and gave one a quick squeeze, earning a gasp and a slap on the wrist from Michelle.

“Stop it!” Michelle squealed, flustered at the jolt of pleasure that shuddered through her body.

“Ooh, look at that! They are!” Sam laughed some more, seeing the way Michelle’s nipples perked up happily underneath her cotton t-shirt. Michelle hugged her breasts, protectively shielding them from further abuse at the hands of the grabby college junior.
“You're way bigger than me now…” Sam stood up straight, thrusting her own ample chest out and attempting to compare. Even with Michelle trying to downplay her endowments it was obvious that she was at least a size larger. “... And you’ve got some killer legs now too!” Sam’s eyes roamed over the flawless, blemish-free skin of her friend’s longer legs. Was it just her imagination, or was Michelle a little thicker in the back as well?

“Guh… Well…” Michelle stammered, turning an even darker shade of pink at the compliment. It felt strange looking down at Sam, her eyes came just up to Michelle’s nose. For as long as she could remember Sam had always been taller than her, and the feeling of looking down at someone who she considered to be like an older sister to her was unfamiliar to say the least. “J-Just… Just change me back, okay?! I can’t go to class like this!”

“Hmm…” Sam pretended to think about it for a moment, thoughtfully scratching her chin, “No, I don’t think I will.”

“What?! Why not?” Michelle balked at her,

“What, after all that humming and hawing you think I’m just gonna let you off the hook? You agreed to it, plus I can’t wait to see the look on Jeremy’s face when he gets a look at the new you.”

Michelle stamped her foot, her arms straight and fists tightly clenched. “Sam! This is serious! People are gonna see these… things!” She hissed, gesturing towards her chest, the healthy amount of cleavage peeking out over her neckline. “What am I supposed to tell them when everyone starts asking questions?”

“Somehow, I don’t think it’ll be a problem.” She said cryptically, her grin stretching a bit wider. She turned on her heels away from Michelle. “And besides, we don’t have time. We’re gonna be late for class.”

Michelle huffed, shocked by her friend’s gall. ‘...Don’t think it’ll be a problem? Easy for her to say! She’s not the one that has to deal with lugging these stupid boobs around all day!’ Michelle glanced at the clock beside her, spotting the time. ‘But crap… we are actually gonna be late…’ She hesitantly headed back to her room, gingerly pushing the door open and beginning her morning routine.

Showering had been an ordeal. That was when it really started to sink in - just how big in the chest she was. Feeling the steamy heat, the fat droplets rolling over the increased surface area of her skin… it was all a new experience for her. Her naked breasts wobbled with almost every movement, and especially so when she scrubbed. When she bent they hung forward, obscuring her vision, and when she reached for anything she felt their soft bulk press into her arm. There were lots of little things that she never had to worry about before until now, lots of things that busty girls had to deal with that normal ones didn’t.

Getting dressed had presented its own challenges as well. It was rather surreal for her, actually. She hadn’t expected any of her bras to be of much help to her. As they were now, her boobs should have bulged and overflowed even her largest of bras to the point of obscenity. That wasn’t what she found though. When she opened her drawers, she was confused to find that they had all been significantly sized up, the cups larger and more supporting than they ever had been before. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, she slipped her arms through one and settled her heavy spheres into the delicate satin cups. She struggled with the clasp in the back - more hooks to fasten meant a longer time spent fumbling with them - but when she finally had it closed she breathed a sigh of relief. Now properly supported, they didn’t move around so much but their proud perkiness was put on full display. She wasn’t exactly thrilled about that, but the weight off her back was a welcome reprieve.

Strangely, her tops weren't the least bit tight across the chest either. Well, some were tight, but not overly so like she had been expecting. She eventually settled on a medium-length sleeve peach cotton number, a top that she knew she had worn before with minimal impunity but had never fit quite like this. Her new breasts stretched the front taut, clear lines of stress following her bust up to the fullest curve. It didn’t exactly hide their size, she knew, but at least it didn’t show any cleavage.

Putting on shoes was a little weird now that she couldn’t see her feet. She managed though, and took the time to slip a skirt over her hips as well. She wondered for a moment if they felt a little bit wider, feeling a bit more resistance than normal as she shimmied the garment on over her soft thighs, but forgot about it as soon as she started working on her hair. With years of experience under her belt, it only took her a few minutes to fasten her shiny blonde locks into her usual braid. That, at least, wasn’t any different.

“Jeez Michelle, you’re really bringing that top to its knees!” Sam laughed, seeing the way Michelle was dressed. “I would have thought that you’d pick something a little more modest.” Sam had pulled on a pair of dark jeans, as well as a tight tank top showing off both a sliver of her trim waist as well as a healthy amount of cleavage. She wore a black jacket over top of it, left unzipped to show off the goods underneath. She had always been rather showy about her body, not shy about the ample blessings that nature had bestowed upon her, but today she was feeling… well, maybe a little outclassed by her formerly petite friend.

“I frickin’ tried, okay?!” Michelle whined, “We’re already running late… and this was like the only thing I could find that didn’t show off any cleavage.”

“Hmm… really?” Sam remarked, her thumb on her chin. “I don’t remember you owning much that showed off your girls before.”

“Yeah! I didn’t!” Michelle agreed, ” But it’s all different now... Everything’s more… Erm, roomy... in the chest…” She stammered.

“Huh…” Sam said noncommittally, the glint in her eyes suggesting that she may have known more than she was letting on, “Interesting…”

Soon, the two were on their way, walking down the street away from their apartment and towards the campus.

Walking was a new experience for Michelle. Most of her new height had went straight into her long, lithe legs. It felt weird being higher up, like she was walking on stilts. The ground that she covered with each step was noticeably more as well. She also felt a little more of a swing to her hips - probably just a result of her longer legs. She was still getting used to walking with her new body, but the unfamiliar sashay came naturally with the momentum from her extra curves.

As she walked Michelle’s gait adjusted, her conscious mind relearning how to walk in order to minimize the constant wobble of her bosom. That was another thing - It was always there no matter how careful she was, that incessant jiggle with every footstep. It was embarrassing… Not only did they reach way, way out in front of her, but even within the confines of her bra she could feel their constant motion. She tried slouching, trying to de-emphasize the size of her chest, but after only a few minutes she could feel the increased strain on her back, a twinge of pain preventing her from continuing. Her only hope was laying low, praying that she didn’t run in to anyone that she knew.

“Hey look, it’s June and Maggi!” Sam said excitedly, spotting a couple of mutual friends.

“Wait, Sam, maybe we shouldn’t…” Michelle began, but it was already too late. Sam had already ran over to greet them, forcing Michelle to awkwardly slink on over behind her.

“Hey guys…” She greeted hesitantly, trying to slouch and look as small as possible. Fortunately for her, Sam was already engaged in conversation and didn’t have to try very hard to pass unnoticed, though the conversation soon forcibly shifted to her.

“So girls…” Sam began, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, “Notice anything different about Michelle?”

Michelle’s cheeks immediately took on a pinkish hue. “Sam! Don’t!” She warned quietly.

Sam didn’t listen. She maneuvered closer to Michelle. With her this close, the difference in their heights was quite apparent. “Doesn’t she look rather… statuesque today?”

The shorter of the two, June, only raised an eyebrow. “Uh… sure?” She offered, giving a confused look to Maggi beside her. Maggi responded with one of her own.
Seeing their confusion, Sam’s grin grew wider. “And my… doesn’t she just have the biggest frickin’ boobs you’ve ever seen?” She reached across Michelle’s back and around her, helping herself to healthy double handfuls of perky breast-flesh.

“Oh my God, would you stop?!” Michelle whined, mortified at being groped for the third time that day. She slipped out of Sam’s grasp, though the damage had already been done. Surely they would see how she had changed now, wouldn’t they?

“Oh, leave the poor girl alone, would you?” Maggi scolded, “Every day with this crap…” she muttered under her breath.

“Yeah!” June piped in, “She can’t help that she’s, like, super busty, can you Michelle?”

“Uhhhh…” Michelle stammered, not quite understanding what was going on. Meanwhile, Sam stared back at her with a big, smug smile. Michelle grabbed her by the arm. “Can you excuse us for just a second?”

Michelle pulled her over away from Maggi and June, the pair continuing on ahead without them. Once they were out of earshot she turned to her, her voice a hushed whisper. “Okay, spill. What’s going on?”

Sam debated telling her for a moment. Michelle watched her expression change as she considered her options. “Sam please!” She begged. Deciding that she had had enough tormenting her Sam finally relented, letting her in on the big secret.

“Oh alright! Fine… fine...” She relented, waving off her taller friend, “So when I was at the library I did some reading, and like… well, I don’t know exactly how it works, but only you and I can see that anything has changed.”

“Oh... Really?” Michelle blinked, “That’s kinda…”

“...Cool?” Sam finished for her, “Yeah, that was one of the first things that I read. To them you’re the same busty, leggy Michelle that you’ve always been. Fun, huh?”

Michelle stared blankly at Sam as she processed this new information. “So… none of them remember what I used to look like?” She reiterated.
“Nope!” Sam confirmed with a giggle.
Michelle glanced pensively at the ground, then to Sam, then to her breasts, then finally back to Sam, “So you knew this would happen? Even last night when you cast the spell?”

“Oh, of course I knew! I wouldn’t have done this if I knew it was gonna cause real problems for you.” Sam told her, “I didn’t want like, some government agency coming and taking you away… I just wanted to watch you squirm a little.” Sam giggled, “...And that, by the way, has went exactly according to plan.”

“Ugh… You’re terrible…” Michelle rolled her eyes and bumped her friend with her elbow, playfully shoving her away. That was a relief, at least. Her chest was still obnoxiously big, at least she didn’t have to worry about having people freak out over her rapid growth spurt. That would make all this a little easier to bear, she supposed.

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