Biff nearly toppled over in his haste to retrieve his fallen shorts and root through their pockets for his phone. That he still couldn't take his eyes of the mirror made the task a bit awkward but when he tried to enter his password he really started to curse Kevins command to keep admiring his body.
The phone felt unfamiliar in his new hands, and his muscle memory was completely off. This made navigating the menu and incredibly awkward when keeping the screen in his peripheral vision was the best he could do. ' After selecting an entry mostly at random because he hadn't memorized everyones position on his contact-list (he was pretty sure he had selected "S" so probably ' Steve or Sarah), he was stumped however.' There was just no way to see what he was typing.
Waiting until his breasts had finished growing, so he could finally take his eyes of his reflection seemed a better plan than sending garbled mails to all his friends and hoping someone took them serious enough to ride to his rescue.
But as he was staring at the firm mounds that were every bit as big as Sarahs by now, and probably a little bigger, he realised the solution had been staring him more or less in the face.
Hastily he flipped his phone around so it's screen faced the mirror and let out a relieved chuckle at his success( not even caring how much it resembled giggling for the moment). Nothing was preventing him from admiring his slender finger in the mirror as it hovered of the screen!
Tapping on what was to him the backside of the phone proofed a bit awkward, so after a moments thought he decided to flip the phone around again. Leaning against the mirror with his left shoulder and watching the phone in his reflected right hand should do the trick too. ' ' Biff had just found a pretty good angle, when something cold pressing against his chest caused him to jerk away. Biff thought as he drew the bathrobe around him to prevent another unintended rendezvous between the mirrors surface and his left breast. ' he added at the unfamiliar sensation of cloth sliding over his erect nipple.
Of course he wouldn't have to get used to anything if his message got through, he reminded himself. But who to call? He could call the police, but what exactly would he tell them? There was no way they would believe any of this.' He could spin a story about attempted rape, but that would get Kevin locked away for' a very long time, in the best case scenario. And he would have to spend the rest of his life like this.
No he needed someone he could trust! Someone he could convince that he was indeed himself and who'd be willing to force Kevin to end this nightmare.
Steve was the first name to go into the recipient-line. But as loyal as the guy was, Biff didn't want to be alone with him right now.' Steve would have no problem keeping Kevin from opening his mouth, but he tended to shut of his brain when he saw a pair of breasts.' He'd need someone else . Sarah! His girlfriend knew how to keep her wits about her and she had a vested interest to turn him back.
With no one else coming to mind, Biff started typing and rephrasing what was probably the most important SMS in his life. In his haste he didn't even notice when his gaze moved from the reflection to the real phone. He still wasn't satisfied with 'Cme to school quick! Kevin gone crazy! Do not listen to him! Imprortant!' but it was what he had to work with when he heard steps coming down the hallway beyond the half open door. In a panic he hit the SEND-button half a dozen times and send his phone sliding across the floor like a bowling ball and beneath a pile of percussion instruments. ' '
His nearly forgotten breast, were suddenly at the forefront of Biffs mind again,' as he felt them swing along with his movement. His gaze flew to his chest and then to the mirror and groaned slightly at the sight of the small mountains jutting proud and firm from his chest. His days as an athlete were definitely numbered.
Kevins steps had nearly reached the door before Biff snapped out of his stupor and thought to draw the bathrobe close. Only to groan again as he realised that there wasn't enough material on top to hide his substantial cleavage.
' Biff cringed as Kevin started laughing moments after he had entered the room, 'Hah! I suspected something like that might happen, once I found out about your "Art project"-folder. ' .
Biff had only a moment to wonder how Kevin knew about his secret collection of 'Mature' Animes. Even Steve and Sarah didn't know about it ( on account of' probably making incessant jokes about Biff liking Pokemon afterwards or being probably pissed respectivly).
But when he saw himself enter the room behind Kevin, that became a very , VERY, minor concern in comparison.
