Best Day Ever (Part 5)

         Becca makes a mad dash toward the door, ramming against it before it can swing open. Becca almost succeeds, until a heeled boot-clad foot pops out from the other side of the door, stopping it before it can slam shut. "Nice try, Beckie," Carmen says through the crack in the door. Slightly stronger than Becca, Carmen begins to push the door open. Becca momentarily glances back at Jack to see if he's having any luck. No dice. He is concentrating, but still huge. It even almost looks like he's gotten taller. Becca shakes her head at the situation, a continuing chorus of "eff my life" sounding on in her mind.
         Becca sees Carmen through the crack in the door and vice versa. Carmen then suddenly draws her eyebrows together, her face taking on a pensive look. She then smirks, freeing one of her hands to poke a finger through the door. "What's this?" She says. "What'd you stuff inside your shirt there, Beckie?" She says cruelly, reaching out to poke Becca's chest.
         Carmen's ploy has the desired effect. "Don't!" Becca jumps just far enough back for Carmen to get the door most of the way open. Just as Carmen is about to jet through the open door, Becca stands in her way, concealing the rest of her room with the door, but completely exposing her new breast size to her.
         Carmen looks at Becca's chest and raises her eyebrows. She laughs loudly about a second later. "Oh, my god, Becca," she says, finding the whole situation hilarious. To Carmen, it looked like Becca had tried to stuff her bra to look more attractive to boys, and judging by just how big Becca's breasts were, she looked as if she was severely overcompensating. "You do know that you can't cheat to win the bet, right? Bra stuffing is not allowed!" She said with a laugh and a look that seemed almost like she pitied Becca.
         "I didn't stuff my bra!" Becca shouts back before she can stop the words from leaving her mouth.
         "Oh, really?" Carmen says with a skeptical smile. Taking Becca by surprise, Carmen swiftly lifts up Becca's t-shirt, exposing her enormous bare tits.
         "Hey!" Becca yells, grabbing the shirt out of Carmen's hands and pulling it back down over her breasts. "Stop it," she says.
         Carmen stands stiller than a statue for a few moments, just staring Becca in the eye. Her gaze them shifts to Becca's breasts. Quickly, Carmen grabs one of Becca's G-cup boobs and squeezes. "OW!" Becca yelps as she squirms to be released.
         "What the hell?!?" Carmen says, unable to grasp what was happening. Almost without her knowing, Carmen reaches her other hand out to grasp Becca's other breast.
         "Carmen, stop!" Becca yells, resisting the pleasure that she's feeling from Carmen holding her boobs. Carmen doesn't let go. Instead, she further investigates her new findings, pushing the two flesh mounds together in experimentation. Becca suppresses a moan, redirecting her energy toward trying to slap Carmen's hands off of her tits. "Seriously, Carmen, let go!"
         Carmen is mesmerized by the sight of her ample chest. Becca's new breasts just don't align with the mental image that Carmen had created of her. "What... The hell... Happened to you?" She says, finally.
         "Would you--!" Becca says, struggling against Carmen's grip. "Just--Let--GO!" Becca finally pries Carmen's fingers off of her boobs, stumbling backward in the process. Unfortunately, with Becca no longer there to block the progress of the door, it swings open, revealing to Carmen what's inside.
         Becca looks over at Jack in alarm. Then she wanted to punch herself in the face. And then punch Jack in the face. And why not punch Carmen too, while she was at it? Jack hadn't shrunk at all. Jack had grown at least five more feet. She shakes her head and sighs. Jack gives her an apologetic look and her anger instantly melts away. He looks uncomfortable, that's obvious. Jack is craning his neck just to fit in the room. His arms and legs are pulled in close to his body, looking as if he's trying to get as small as he can possibly be. This isn't the only thing that catches her attention, though. It's the distinct look of fear in his eyes. He was scared. How could she blame him? He's over twenty five feet long, trapped in a girl's room, and has no idea how to return himself to normal. In all fairness, he was taking it like a champ. Becca didn't know what she would do if she was in his situation. Heck, her boobs grew a few cup sizes and she couldn't even go twenty minutes without causing chaos.
         Becca opens her mouth to say something brief and reassuring, but is cut off by a shrill squeak and a low *thud*. Becca and Jack both turn toward the direction of the sound: the door. "Oh, my god, she fainted!"

To Be Continued...