"You can't say something that's true, otherwise you're not proving anything." Brooke sighed as she held up the Dictaphone, "Here, I'll do something you'll definitely notice: Vanessa's friend Eden and I used to share clothes until I outgrew all her clothes last year especially her bras."
Brooke heard a faint sparking sound as she pushed the stop button on the Dictaphone and felt as though her whole body was placed inside an oven. The heat that flowed over her body in waves didn't hurt so much as felt strangely pleasant, almost like a gentle caress. Without realizing she had closed her eyes she finally opened them to see that both Wendy and Tamara had disappeared. Looking around furiously she realized that she was getting dizzy, disoriented, and almost felt as though her view was rising. Looking down to make sure she wasn't completely losing it she nearly dropped the Dictaphone in shock.
She had boobs.
"No correction," she thought to herself, "I've got enormous TITS!"
She couldn't see beyond the absolutely massive canyon of cleavage that was prominently on display jutting impossibly from her chest. Brooke couldn't even guess how far out her breasts surged because as she held her arm up next to them it barely made it any appreciable way down the length. It was then she realized that she could hear a voice from around her groin area.
"Hey blimp tits did you hear us?"
She knew that was Tamara's voice, but even looking down she couldn't see the girl. Suddenly memories, thousands of hours of memories flowed into Brooke's mind as she remembered that she needed to bend at the waist and bend her knees slightly so that they pushed up into the underside of her breasts and suddenly there they were. Her friends, now barely as tall as her waist rolled their eyes and tapped their feet in annoyance.
Brooke searched her memories for why, "After all they've known since we first met that I was tall for my age." Brooke thought as the memories returned to her and her smile broadened. "Yes, and I was so happy when I was over to play with Wendy one afternoon and Vanessa's friend Eden came over. We laughed and joked and I was so excited to have some of her hand-me-down bras back when I was thirteen with my itty bitty D-cups." It was all she could do to stop herself from hugging her breasts as she recalled the next growth spurt, where she had outgrown Eden's latest F-cups and needed to get her own H-cup bras. "But that was last year," she thought, "and I was still her height too, but now I just topped twenty five feet tall and," she paused a little to reach under her shoulder where her bra strap and tag were located, "I'm a custom J-cup now."
"I said, I thought you were going to record something new for a change, not just rub it in our faces that the puberty fairy gave you a massive overdose." Tamara groaned.
"You're just jealous that even your cock might get lost if you tried to titty fuck me." Brooke stuck out her tongue and giggled.
"Ya well just don't put any men in there," Tamara scoffed, "ten feet of tit is more than enough to squash a man in there."
"Oh I don't plan on it," Brooke said smiling as she took stock of her outfit, which had changed considerably. Gone was the designer shirt, replaced with just a solid color tank top that hugged her breasts for dear life. Her skirt had changed into a pair of jeans, because at her size, despite her heightened sexual appetite, she didn't want anyone sneaking a peak under her skirt. The jeans themselves looked to be practically painted on, and she knew they were an old pair she had grabbed on accident when she left that morning. Although now she wasn't quite sure it was an accident.
That was when she realized that in her examination she was using both hands to steady herself, and the Dictaphone was no longer in her hands.
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