Zoe reached into the hat and pulled out two slips of paper. She read them aloud.
"Enlarged... Breasts... What the?"
Before she could even utter the 'B' in 'breasts' the changes were already taking place. The delicate B-cup bra that contained her budding teenage boobs was already shifting on her shoulder at her breasts started to climb the alphabet. At first all she noticed was her bra straps suddenly digging into her shoulders. She tried to pull on the straps but this just hoisted her new C-cups higher, creating an unnatural valley of cleavage visible rising above neckline of her loose black tank top. When she glanced down, she winced in pain as her growing breast tissue continued to push out from around the corners of her delicate black bra's corners.
She grunted in pain as she tried to reach behind herself to undo the fastener on the bra before it was too late. But as she was about to fumble with the hooks she heard a pop and felt a sudden release as her boobs passed the D range and burst her bra. They finally settled in the double D range and stopped. Leaving Zoe very confused.
Unconcerned that she was in her brother's room, she pulled off her tank top and cast her useless and now quite dainty bra aside and surveyed the damage. She cupped one of her boobs in her hand and weighed it.
"What happened to me?" she whispered to herself.
Zoe glanced over at the mirror mounted to the back of Jon's closet door and was mesmerized by the sight of herself. She wasn't the biggest girl in her school, but she never wanted to be either. Now she easily could be. Her once delicate and sweet little breasts now looked like overripe melons pegged to her slender torso. The skin was the same smooth teenage alabaster and her nipples were the same rose pink, but her thin frame and narrow shoulders just made the double-Ds look ridiculously large on her tiny teenage body. She tried to cover herself with her right arm but it just looked pornographic as she was only able to cover her nipples, breast flesh still spilling over and under her slender little arm.
Her knee length black skirt whipped around as she turned in her black biker boots from the mirror back toward the hat still sitting ominously on the floor.
