While possessing a Floral, beach, skirt, Misty didn't wear anything above the top. Her breasts modesty being only protected by her, skimpy, bikini top. But something was wrong, Misty felt her top cling a little harder on her. Excusing herself, Misty walked into the hallway to adjust her top.
"The hell, they fit me before. Are they a little heavier?" Misty wondered.
She was unaware of her own body's growth, slowly did her breasts grew. Like dough in an oven. Shrugging it off, Misty walked back into the Yoga secession. Her breasts just a little bigger;a little more slushy.
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