"Leslee" Chapter 6
Added 2019-02-07 17:07:00 +0000 UTCIt wasn't just the continued, unexplainable growth of her chest that filled Leslee. Even as she sat on the cool, wet sand, she felt hot. Sweltering. As the burning lesion on her neck consistently delivered stabs of pain, so did her skin burn — she could feel the waves of stifling heat trying to escape her body.
She could only treat her ponderous new endowments with caution, afraid that a casual poke or accidental brush might cause further growth. How the hell is my skin even stretching this far? She decided not to push it — better to just count her blessings that she hadn't exploded yet.
"Can you walk," Matt said, ignoring her accusatory outburst from a few seconds before. She began to wonder if she could, and if so... for how much longer? On thing was certain. She was still swelling: she swore she could feel the small injections of flesh filling out her once well-proportioned chest.
"I... I don't know," she said, reaching around to get the last of the wetsuit off her shoulders. Ass on the ground, her knees were bent, allowing her to prop up their burgeoning weight with her thighs as she slipped the sleeves off one by one, an easier task than removing it from her enormous mammaries down the shoreline.
But she didn't have much of a choice. The humor of the moment was eclipsed by fear. Leslee was a person unaccustomed to needing anyone, so why, why had... this — whatever this was — happened as she was in the middle of fucking breakup speech? She looked up at Matt, the wetsuit now dangling to her sides, still fastened around her waist. The cool air hitting her skin made her feel better, made the heat subside a little. She glanced back at her skin, to the canyon of cleavage by the two breasts that she only now realized, with terror, we attached to HER, and back again, at Matt's extended palm. She felt her breasts growing, ounce by ounce. She felt the tightness in her legs, the pull on her shoulders and skin as gravity urged her spheres of fat toward the sand. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed help. She reached for Matt's extended hand.
