[Quadhouse]

Chapter 5

Andrea flipped through her photo album in shock. She wouldn’t have believed it if she wasn’t looking at them herself. She knew she hadn’t needed a bra before she turned 15, but the pictures tell a different story. In the photo album, the pictures of her 15-year-old self, had large breasts. Bigger than what a teen that age should have. Flipping back, she found that she got her first bra at the age of 12. 3 years earlier than she remembered.

Andrea closed her photo album. Whatever caused her growth affected more than the people around it. It changed her entire life. That was terrifying. There was no way she could tell what else had changed. It wasn’t like she could call home and ask her mother about her life. With a sigh she fell back onto her bed. She grimaced as her unbound breast shook with the impact.

She couldn’t think of anybody she could ask to help either. None of the people at “The Rack”
noticed anything changing. Her roommates’ memories changed as well as her bust size. The average person would think she was crazy. Hell, she thought she was crazy. Boobs just don’t grow and shrink like that. But hers did. And it wasn’t only hers. The manager, Elizabeth, hers did too. But she didn’t notice a thing. Andrea believed she was the only one to notice the changes. Which meant she had to go back there. It was the only way she could get any more information on what happened and why.

Now that she decided that she was going back, Andrea had to figure out just how she was going to get the information she wanted. She knew she couldn’t ask any of the employees. None of them reacted to her changes in size. Not even Elizabeth. And Andrea’s breasts had shrunk right in front of her. She was going to have to do this on her own.

There was a knock on her door. “Andrea,” Diane called. “Is everything okay? We didn’t mean to upset you.”

Andrea sighed. She had quickly left her friends after hearing what they remembered of her past. “Everything’s okay,” she answered. “I was just . . . suddenly homesick.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Andrea said. “I’m just sitting here, looking through a photo album. Remembering home. You can come in if you like.” For a moment, Andrea thought Diane wouldn’t take her offer. Then her bedroom door slowly opened.

In the open door, stood Diane and Mary. They both had apologetic looks on their faces. “Are you sure it’s alright,” Mary asked. “If you need some alone time, we can go away.”

“It’s alright,” Andrea assured her friends. She waved them in. “Come in. We can look through my pictures together.”

Slowly the two women approached Andrea. With every step they watched her. Making sure that their presence was accepted. “What pictures are you looking at,” Diane asked as they approached.

“Just some pictures of me when I was in high school,” Andrea answered.

Mary sat next to Andrea and looked at the album. “Andrea,” she said. “How old are you in this picture?” Diane sat on the other side of Andrea and looked at the picture. She couldn’t help but to start staring.

Andrea didn’t blame them for staring. The picture was almost the same as what she remembered taking. She was wearing a Minnie Mouse T-shirt and matching shorts. Her hair was in pigtails. She had an open smile on her face, like she was laughing. She remembered that her mother had made a fool of herself just to get her to smile. She had gotten braces the week before and was embarrassed about them. The only thing different were her breasts. It’s not often you see a 12-year-old girl filling a D-cup bra.

“I was twelve in this picture,” Andrea told her friends.

“Twelve,” cried Mary. “You had bigger boobs then than I do now!”

“Sorry?” Andrea weakly said.

“Don’t mind her,” Diane said. She was doing a better job of hiding her shock at Andrea’s younger self’s size. “She should have known that you would have big boobs when you were younger.”

“It wasn’t my idea,” Andrea said. “I didn’t want them then and I don’t want them now.”

“You wouldn’t understand what it’s like have small boobs,” Mary said. “Big ones are beautiful.”

Andrea rolled her eyes. “That’s the media talking,” she said. “Remember, they also set an upper limit to them as well. Go over that, and suddenly you’re a bimbo, slut, or a porn star.”

“But that isn’t fair,” Mary blurted. “You shouldn’t be judged just because you have huge boobs!”

“No, it’s not,” Andrea said. “But that’s the way people are.” Andrea wondered where these words were coming from. She had never experienced anything like this in her life. “I don’t expect things to change any time soon.”

“They better not say any of that around me,” Mary warned. “Big boobs are wonderful. Gigantic ones are even better.”

“We’ll defend you,” Diane said with a roll of her eyes. “You’re our friend. And friends have each other backs.”

“And we always will,” Mary said. “Now, what other pictures do you have in there?” The three friends looked through Andrea’s album the rest of the night.

~ * ~

Andrea woke up slowly and confused. There was a large weight siting on her chest. She thought either Mary or Diane were pranking her. She tried to use her hand to remove the weight. Instead, she got a surprise. Not only did she feel her hand touch the weight, she felt the weight being touched by her hand. Her eyes snapped open as she threw off the sheet and comforter.

Andrea stared at her night shirt was pushed up by two large mounds. Slowly she raised one hand and pulled up the collar of her shirt. She stared at the large pale mounds on her chest. Her head dropped back onto her pillow as last night’s memories came back. “It wasn’t some messed up dream,” she groaned. She turned her head to look at her alarm clock. It was close enough to time to get up that she decided not to go back to sleep.

Andrea rolled out of bed. She grimaced at the motion of her large breasts. She knew she’d have to get used to it. At least, until she figured out how to turn herself back to normal. She hoped it wouldn’t be too long. She did not want to live with breasts this size longer than she had to. She had classes to go to before she had to be at work. No matter how much she dreaded going back there. She grabbed a clean pair of panties, a bra, and her robe, then headed to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, she placed her underwear down and stripped while the shower warmed. She glanced at the mirror and froze. It was only at this time, that Andrea realized that she hadn’t looked at her breasts. She had seen them last night when she took her bath. But she hadn’t looked. Now she looked.

All Andrea could say about her breasts was they were her breasts. Other than the size, they were still the same. They had the same full teardrop shape as her previous size. The nipples and areolas were, of course, larger, but still the same shade of pink. The skin had the same smooth texture she remembered. Her sensitivity hadn’t increased or decreased. If anybody else saw her breasts, they wouldn’t think nothing, except for their size, was unusual about them. But she knew different. With a shake of her head, Andrea stepped into the shower. She didn’t have time to stare at her breasts. Showering was the same, except for the first time in her life, Andrea had to lift her breasts to wash under them.

~ * ~

Andrea couldn’t stop herself from stretching as she stepped out of her car. She could see heads turning to stare at her. Or, more specifically, her large breasts. As soon as she could, she assumed a more normal posture. The drive to the campus was more annoying than she expected. Between the other drivers staring at her and the way the seatbelt kept trying to slide between her breasts, that was the worst drive she had ever had. It only added fuel to her determination to find out what was happening at “The Rack.”

Even though she was wearing a coat over her sweater and blouse, people still watched Andrea. She could see them out of the corners of her eyes. She tried to ignore both the stares. But they were impossible to ignore. Especially when the guys wolf whistled at her. Why did men have to be so vulgar? Couldn’t they just tell the woman that they liked the way she looked? She shifted her shoulders in an effort to adjust her bra. It fitted nicely, but it did little to stop jiggle. She thought about wearing the sports bra she had seen, but it looked like it was a spandex T-shirt. A shirt with built in bra cups. She remembered seeing busty women jogging in the gym. Their breasts were smaller than what she had now, and they bounced all over the place in their sports bras. She didn’t think the one she saw would have been much, if any, better.

As she went through her day, Andrea couldn’t help but notice that everybody treated her differently. The men treated her as if she was some stupid bimbo. The women treated her as if she was sleeping with her professors. The only people who didn’t treat her any different were here friends. But even they had shown signs of being affected by her changes. Even if it was believing she had always been this endowed.

Lunch was horrible. Even though she was sitting with Diane, Mary, and a few other female friends, guys kept coming over to hit on her. When she rejected them, they accused her of being either a bitch or a lesbian. “Why can’t they just leave me alone,” she asked her friends after one particularly obnoxious guy left.

“Because their fragile male pride won’t let them,” one of her friends answered.

“Jill don’t start one of your man-hating rants,” another of friends said. “We don’t want to hear it and not all men are like that. Unfortunately, we’re getting a bunch of bad ones today.”

“I can’t wait for the day to be over with,” Andrea said. “I just want to go home and relax.”

“Remember, you have work today,” Mary reminded her friend.

“Shit,” Andrea said. “I had forgotten about that.” She sighed. “Well, it shouldn’t be worse than here.”