"Samantha!" Rick called, "You're dork who sucks at everything!"
This of course was the opposite of the truth. I just got the highest score on the final in AP science, but that hardly mattered to the guy who was upset that I got a scholarship and he didn't.
High school was almost over. After this weekend there were just two more days to graduation. I couldn't wait to no longer be around all the idiots that seem to go to this school.
I gathered my bag and hurried out the door of my last class of the day, down the steps and out the glass doors ready to go home and enjoy the weekend.
I pushed through the crowded alley way between buildings and around the corner.
Finally away from everyone I changed my pace to a more normal walk, though I was anxious to get home and try out on my new bikini and go swimming. I rounded the last corner before my house and POW!!
I've been punched I thought at first, but as the next second passed I realized that no fist could make all of my body hurt at the exact same time the way I felt.
Everything was white, and I couldn't make out any of my surroundings. My ears rang with a high pitched scream. Then after only a few seconds more of the agony it was gone.
I looked around, I was on the sidewalk exactly where I should be. Everything looked as it had before. I couldn't see anything that would explain what had happened.
I looked at myself. I looked at my thin legs, my tiny green shorts that hugged me very tightly, I lifted up my thin shirt and saw my flat stomach with my tiny slit of a belly button.
I lowered my shirt and ran my hands through my blonde hair. It came down to just above my crack, and was very soft, if I say so my self. Everything seemed normal.
Only, my bra felt a little tight.
I walked the half block home and ran in the front door and up the stairs to my room to think about it some more. I threw my bag into the corner, and looked at myself in the mirror.
I have a small nose and lips, and dark blue eyes. I don't see anything bruised or injured, just that feeling that my bra was too tight.
I lifted my shirt up over my head and threw it on the bed. I looked at my chest, my tiny bra that was almost out of decency more than a need to support my flat chest, was now holding some B cup tits, which were spilling out of the top.
I undid the bra's clasp at the back and my breasts popped forcefully out of it. This was very weird, now that they were out of their confining bra I'd say they were a perky C cup.
My pink nipples pushed into the air and were completely erect. I couldn't help myself I ran my finger around my areolas and pinched my nipples. They felt normal, maybe better than normal I could feel my pussy start to moisten.
"Sam are you up there?" I jumped when my mother called from downstairs, "Sam I need your help!"
I grabbed my shirt and pulled it on over my bare tits, and ran down stairs, a little flushed at what I had been doing. I was never one to play with myself.
I'd never really had any sexual experiences, well I kissed a guy and I let him touch my chest, but he was unimpressed by them. I'd never let anyone touch them since.
When I got downstairs I didn't see my mother at first, then I turned to the door and saw her balancing four paper bags of groceries, which had apparently shifted when she opened the door.
She had them pressed against the wall as she tried to keep them from falling. I hurried over and grabbed two of the bags from her. "Thank you she said, I thought I was going to loose them."
We went to the kitchen and I helped her put groceries away. As I did I noticed that the button on her blouse had opened. It must have happened when she almost lost the bags. I could see the curves of her breasts, and her deep cleavage.
I then realized that I had never before noticed that my mother had a very nice big rack. I found my self wondering if my tits looked like hers. Obviously mine were much smaller despite their sudden increase.
But might they have a similar shape? Could the nipples be the same color, the same size? Would they feel the same as mine did when I was playing with them in my room? Would they feel good pressed against mine? What would they taste like?
I suddenly stopped myself, as my thoughts were really getting away from me, and Mom was looking at me wondering what I was staring at.
I turned and grabbed a can of corn that I put in cupboard, then went back for another only I saw that Mom had undone another button and was reaching inside her shirt.
They way she moved her hand over her breast made it look like she was checking its size. She saw me looking at her and quickly pulled her hand out.
"I had an itch", she exclaimed in a way that sounded like a cover up. I didn't know what to say so I grabbed another can of corn and put it away.
I wondered why she reached so deep into her blouse to get an itch, it seemed a bit odd. Where was that itch, from the look of it, it must have been right on her nipple.
What does that nipple look like? Could I see it somehow, maybe walk in while she was showering.
Yeah that wouldn't be obvious, --sorry Mom didn't hear the loud water spraying from the shower head. Or notice that someone was in the shower before I pulled back the curtain, my mistake.
That'll go over like boulders through a sieve. Still could there be an "innocent" way that I could see her in the shower?
"Well that's the last of it" Mom said, "thanks for your help Sam".
"Sure Mom", I answered, "Want to watch something with me?" I asked just so that I'd have said something.
"Not now, I think I'll go take a shower, wash my... uh, wash myself up."
"Ok" I said and she turned and walked down the hall toward the bathroom. I watched her ass sway side to side as she went. She was skinny but curvey, she was really hot.
Her hair had once been the same color as mine, but was now blond only because of her efforts to keep it that way. Her legs were not as thin as mine, but were still toned below her mid length business skirt.
As she walked down the hall I though I saw Mom open her blouse. She usually kept her self so modest, but here she was undressing as she walked down the hall.
I sat down on the our soft green couch, the one with the diamonds that were a darker green. I was thinking of Mom running water over her breasts. If only I could see them. Where were these thoughts coming from? This desire to see my Mother naked seems to have risen up this afternoon from no where.
I've never thought of anything like that before, well before that smash of pain on the way home. That's when my breasts felt larger too. I lifted my shirt again exposing my breasts to the empty room.
My sisters and brother wouldn't be home for another hour or so. My breasts look even bigger than before, they were almost a D cup now. Why were the growing? Were they going to get as big as Mom's? How big is Mom?
I heard the shower turn on from down the hall. The water was loud, just as I had thought to myself, too loud actually, like the door was left open.
I pulled my shirt down over my breasts again, which was a very difficult task with them so big now. My nipples were erect again and they pushed out against the fabric of my T-shirt. I pushed on them a little as I walked down the hall, why was I going down the hall? I didn't remember deciding to do that.
I got to the bathroom door and sure enough it was open, did I dare step in? What would Mom say if she noticed me? I pushed the door the rest of way open. I took a step inside. I could clearly see Mom's silhouette on the white curtain.
