Sitting alone in her room the young girl sobs softly, face buried in her pillow. Muffled by the pillow she sobs out, "Why haven't I started to develop yet not even a hint of it." She sobs for a short period of time then rolls over onto her back face reddened from the tears. "At this rate I'll never develop," she says nearly crying again. She closes her eyes trying to go to sleep but opens them again when she feels a strange sensation spreading across her chest. "What the..." she says shocked as her hands fly up to her flat chest covered in only a cotton T-shirt.
Feeling the sensation subside she lowers her hands to her sides and lays her head back down on the pillow. Closing her eyes again she shortly feels the sensation spread across her chest again. Sitting bolt upright in the bed she looks at her chest but sees nothing. She lays back down and closes her eyes once again and after a short while the sensation returns but subsides again when she opens her eyes. Saying to herself as she lays down again, "This is major weird." Closing her eyes again she waits for the sensation to return. Like clockwork it does, this time though the girl doesn't open her eyes she waits to see what happens. The sensation intensifies to an almost painful level then subsides slightly to a level where she seems to almost enjoy it.
After what feels like an eternity a new sensation is added to the previous one. Opening her eyes the sensations continue, looking down to her chest she is astonished to see 2 small bumps on her chest. As she looks at them she amazingly notices them swell slightly larger. "Holy shit," the girl shrieks when she sees this. Reaching up to feel them she gets a finger on each to see if they're real. The moment she touches them they swell larger, to about the size of a flattened apple. When this happens a wave pleasure sweeps over her and a slight moan escapes her lips. Experimentally she rubs her fingers across her new chest and moans louder as her fingers feel the bumps nearly double in size to an apple almost. Cupping her breasts in her hands she moans louder than the last one and feels her breasts swell to melon size mounds of flesh and stretch her shirt. Smiling she begins to massage her breasts gently and begins to moan as she feels them swell larger. Soon a new sound is added to her moans that of fabric stretching beyond its capacity. Rubbing her breasts, she looks down to see that they have reached a size rivaling Pamela Anderson. She stops massaging them and watches them continue to swell larger as her shirt begins to rip down the middle. Once they stop swelling a nice line of cleavage shows in the rip of her shirt as she stands in front of the mirror examining them at nearly basketball size.