Her clothes were tighter yet again. Flesh squished against the cloth, bulging from the neckline as she struggled to keep her bra and shirt on. She sighed once the worst was over and worked on yanking her pants into place. They slid over her calves then staggered at her thighs. Fat squeezed over the waistband. Danielle scowled at the sight. Perhaps that was the reason for her most recent growth spurts? She had been eating junk food more than usual, and her neighbour, Mrs. Pinkerton, had given her an entire batch of double-chocolate chip cookies all for herself just last week.
There was a gym near the school. She'd go there afterwards and sign up for a trainer. Maybe then her ridiculous changes would end, though she wandered if her poor diet was the reason her penis had grown as well. No one had mentioned that it did, and she had met fat guys before that didn't seem any better endowed than the jocks they envied. It was just her fate she supposed, then yelled in victory, her pants now in place.
She wore a casual outfit. A blue t-shirt with a few silver patterns embroidered into the hems, and a pair of jeans that had fit her well enough a few days ago. In fact, they were the only pair that still fit over her hips. Everything else was too tight or revealing for her parents' liking. Her father had looked on the verge of shouting if she hadn't gone back up and changed.
Why? Danielle held up an 'inappropriate' shirt. It was a simple yellow, great for the warm weather, and had a high neckline compared to most modern clothes, yet the base didn't reach past her navel. Was that the reason? Strange, since what was inappropriate about her belly? Was it because of the womb?
No point in pondering the reason. People confused her, as they always had, whether they were related to her or not. She grabbed a summer jacket, so her skin wouldn't burn, and jogged back downstairs. Each step made her bust bounce and jiggle. Her butt was too constricted to do so with the same exuberance.
"Better?" Danielle asked once she was in view.
"Much," her father said, though he still had that disapproving look on his face. Her mother was kinder, as if she'd already accepted that nothing would look as she would like. Danielle kept her expression neutral, despite the odd surge in annoyance she felt at them. Before she could let her emotions show, she said goodbye and left the house.
"Hey Dani!" Holly said as she walked up the driveway. The albino had an umbrella overhead as always, yet she looked radiant under the shade. It may be due to their relationship, and frequent sex games together, but Holly looked nicer every day. Her hips had widened from what Danielle could discern, yet, unlike on her, they looked great. As they shared a quick kiss in greeting, a sudden urge grabbed Danielle's hand and brought it to her friend's butt. Holly giggled at that.
"Someone's finally picking things up," she said, "Remember what I told you?"
"Um... you like having your bum played with?"
"Yep," Holly beamed at her and turned, shaking her rear, "Guess you're not an old dog yet."
"Why would I ever be an old dog?" Danielle asked.
"Don't worry, you'll always be beautiful to me," Holly said.
"Thanks," Danielle grinned, glad that her friend didn't think she'd gotten fat. They walked down the neighbourhood, headed for the school, when a familiar voice had them pause.
"Wait up!" Casey yelled, running as best she could toward them. Running was a stretch, as her thighs and boobs made it difficult, not for the same reasons that Danielle struggled though. Where hers bounced like huge bowls of jelly, Casey's chest remained steady in their spring and her thighs carried more muscle than the futa's. She was unfortunate in that regard, as they threatened to crush the slight bulge under Casey's skirt.
"Casey!" Danielle walked up to meet her and pulled her friend into a tight embrace. She raised an eyebrow at the peculiar flush of heat that warmed her body. Sunlight bore down on her, so it wasn't a mystery as to where it came from. It must be one of those days. Danielle released Casey and gave her a better look.
The summer vacation had treated Casey well. Once pale-pink skin was now a deep bronze, not the unnatural tone some obtuse people got, but a rich colour that blended everywhere Danielle could see. And she could see plenty. Casey had also gotten some additions. She'd mentioned it before the holiday, so the futa wasn't surprised to see her friend's bosom had filled out several inches. They almost matched her own chest in sheer size, yet they had a solid consistency to separate the two.
"How're they?" Danielle asked, curious about what having implants was like. The mounds felt peculiar to her, but perhaps it wasn't the same for Casey, since they were on her chest at all times. A summery blouse concealed the majority. Like most clothes, however, it had no intention to hide her cleavage or the tops of her bra. The top somehow made them look larger, which wasn't helped by their sheer firmness. They seemed bigger than Danielle's at a closer glance.
"I love 'em," Casey said and grabbed the dense mounds, receiving only a slight give at her firm grip, "And what do you think about the hair? Does it look alright?" She referred to her new dye, a brilliant crimson styled into a straight, long bob that framed her strong face and hefty lips.
"It looks great," Holly said, then gave a low whistle, "Finally happy with them?" she asked and nodded to Casey's breasts.
"Probably," Casey shrugged and giggled, "We went down to California. You wouldn't believe how big the Bimbo scene is there. It, uh, got me thinking actually... um, I might go Bimbo myself. So... what'd you guys think?" She diverted her gaze to the ground, stealing hesitant glances at Danielle and Holly.
"You're halfway there," Holly said and slung an arm over her shoulders, "And yet we're still friends."
"I like it," Danielle said, mind going back to the changing rooms and Bethany, now two weeks ago. It seemed longer, however, like her first time playing that game was years ago. Because of how many people she'd played with, she assumed. How many had it been? At least a dozen, maybe more.
"Thanks," Casey said and hugged them both. They started walking, though Casey made every conscious effort to strut like a Bimbo would. She exaggerated the sway of her hips, the bounce of her breasts, even the way she looked at everything. Her act faltered constantly, but it was a start.
