Part: 2 - The pressure increases
Sarah and Clara kicked around the base camp all day, too scared to go back out and risk another accident - far away from another change of clothes. As the hours went by without another event - the two began to wonder if they'd been imagining it. That would be the case if there weren't two big pieces of evidence contained in Sarah's shirt.
'So the good news is it seems like it was a once off event.' Clara said, laying down on a towel in her bikini - she thought she'd use the time to improve her tan.
'I hope so, but also what do I do about these?!' Sarah said, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them. She forgot how sensitive they had become and let out a quiet moan.
'I dunno, flaunt them? I wouldn't mind a pair - they look hot!' Clara said, looking down at her double D's.
'Well go and rub the meteorite and get some!.' Sarah replied, rolling her eyes.
Sarah stood up and crossed her arms, thinking hard about what had happened to her. She began to pace back and forth as she watched the rest of the research team emerge in the distance.
'What if it was the meteorite?' Sarah asked, turning to Clara with her arms outstretched.
'You can't be serious!' Clara said, practically laughing at Sarah. 'Sarah we both know that's not how meteorites work!'
'This could be the first of its type...it could be a new discovery! Sarah said, looking at Clara with wide eyes.
There was a short pause as Clara sat up and stared at Sarah in disbelief. She scoffed.
'Clara, my tits literally swelled up like two giant water balloons before our eyes. I don't think now is the time to be a skeptic! How about we do an experiment? Go put your hands all over the bloody thing...lick it if you have to! We'll see if your tits inflate to cartoonish proportions!' Sarah was practically yelling. She was frustrated by Clara's skepticism.
Clara looked Sarah in the eyes for what seemed like an eternity, then looked down at her full breasts, looking ready to bust out of Sarah's shirt.
'Alright! I will!' Clara said, getting up and folding her towel up. She stormed off and entered Sarah's tent. Sarah didn't even bother following her. She just assumed Clara was doing it to try and mock her. Instead Sarah went to the campfire area where they'd be eating dinner soon. She decided to start the fire for the night while she waited for Clara to come back and make fun of her. The crew began to emerge back at base camp and everyone came to check and ask Sarah how she was feeling. She forgot about her fake injury and reminded herself to put on a limp. Eventually Clara emerged from her tent and sat down next to Sarah on the makeshift bench.
'So?' Sarah asked tentively.
'So I rubbed the rock, touched it...licked it.'
'Licked it?!' Sarah interrupted.
'Well, you were so sure it was the meteorite and I wanted to be thorough. I even rubbed my own tits on it, just to be sure.' Clara said, smugly looking at Sarah who was visibly annoyed.
'So what caused it? - because I don't see your tits blowing up!' Sarah asked.
'Uhhh, dunno...allergies?' Clara suggested.
Sarah rolled her eyes and looked into the raging fire before her. The others, began to join them -Jack handed them both a beer.
'How's the injury?' Jack asked, sitting down next to Sarah.
'Feeling better, thank you. How was the fossil hunting?' Sarah asked.
'We've found something interesting, but we'll need to do a bulk of the digging tomorrow morning. Everyone is way too fucked right now.' Jack said, swigging his beer.
