Reluctantly, she permitted Matt to help her to her feet, this time with greater difficulty. Using her own arms, she managed to cup one of her engorged breasts into a semblance of support. Matt hoisted his strong arms under the other, and together, she stumbled in tandem down the last stretch of beach, around the bend in the rocks that should lead to where their car was parked. "Ouch!" Leslee grunted through gritted teeth. "You can't just drag me like that! They're still attached to m—"
The sight before them filled Leslee with dread. How had she forgotten? There was their car alright, parked on the coastal road where they had left it. But in the panic this ordeal caused, she had neglected to remember the steep, rocky embankment down which they had climbed to reach the sand. It was simple enough to climb down, and should have been an equally simple ascent. But now?
"Matt, I — I don't think I can make it up there!" Her throat was dry, and a heavy lump settled deep in her stomach as a new hopelessness came over her. So close... they were so close... She looked over at Matt, as the wheels turned over in his mind. He was thinking the same thing. In her state, a climb of even 15 feet was all but impossible.
She knew the conclusion he was reaching. "Matt, baby, please — you can't leave me here!" The tears were starting to well up as she could feel Matt's grasp on her swollen teat loosening. Her mind was in a million places: what the fuck was happening to her? When the hell was she going to stop growing? Who could help her? How long would Matt be gone? And... would he even come back?
"I'm going to get help. I'll... I'll go to the hospital. Send an ambulance. I'll... just, you stay here, okay?"
Stay here? Where the hell was she going to go?! Matt turned his back and quickly began to scale the rocks. A breeze nipped at Leslee's exposed flesh, sending a shiver down her spine as her nipples stiffened. She heard a car door slam, and hoped that the tide wouldn't come in while she waited for help to arrive...
THE END...?