Laney let out a laugh, which had dropped an octave, naturally. "Yeah, that's kind of the reaction I was expecting. Sorry it took me so long to show you. It's not useful like yours so I just kept it to myself." She looked down at herself and then back up at her best friend. He was staring...directly at her chest. She crossed her arms self consciously, but it was no use. She was in more pain that way. Her tiny training bra was three sizes too small, and the strain was evident by the soft sound of tearing threads. Five minutes ago, it was hanging loose from her body-- a commodity she wore because her mother and sister insisted on it. Now, it was like a girdle, constricting her in the most uncomfortable way.
She reached inside her shirt collar and down her back to try and loosen it a little. "I have to get this thing off before it---" She was interrupted by the sweet sound of fabric ripping. "Dammit. That's the second one this month. My mother's going to kill me." On the bright side, though, her breasts were definitely feeling a bit freer, or at least as free as they could feel in her just-as-small shirt.
"What do you think?" She pulled her hand from her shirt and looked down at herself. Her hips were definitely wider, her thighs were a bit thicker (thank God she'd chosen to wear a skirt that day), and her midriff was just as toned as Natalie's. "Kinda stupid, right?"