It became a running joke as of late; whenever you passed each other in the hall, you'd press your back against the wall in playful exaggeration of how much more room she and her steadily expanding breasts needed to get by.
She was never exactly "small" by any means when you met her. She always cited her growing to need an E cup bra as justifying why she also never made it past 5'2". When her E cups began to tighten, she'd blame her cycle as she repeatedly tugged and adjusted the straps that dug into her shoulders. When the Es became Fs she joked about starting to have her doubts and then as she stood at the register tapping her debit card for 2 newly purchased GGs shortly after she admitted she was entirely out of ideas.
As you made your way down the hall now, you took in the sight of her approaching in the opposite direction like any other day. Tshirt pulled tight over her one and only J cup bra (she could only afford one this time), thin jersey knit clinging to the fullest part of her bust just below her ribcage before hanging loosely down to just above her belly button.
Before you could even process why the fit of her shirt somehow seemed off this morning; she snapped you out of your casual stare by stopping suddenly and reaching up, she stretches the crook between her index finger and thumb beneath your lower lip and pulls your eyes down into hers.
"Like what you see?" the unfamiliar directness she asked with was emphasized by her index finger and thumb now pressing the insides of your cheeks against forcing your jay partially open. Sunlight streaming through the open bedroom door to her right cast a distinct shadow where breast flesh was now pooched up over the top of the massive cups, showing the clear signs of overwhelming this one too.
She could see your eyes involuntarily flitting back and forth and answered before you get the words out. "You're probably a little light on blood upstairs so let me save you the trouble. No, it's not your imagination and yes, it means exactly what you think it does".
You could feel your mouth going dry as this was all new and too unfamiliar to guess where it was all going. "It's more than that though..." she continued, now eyeing you up and down in return. "Boobs like this and only what, like five two? Can you believe it?"
You instinctively loosened the neck muscles you'd kept clenched up to this point as you felt her hand still gripping your lower jaw, move it slowly in a nodding motion and then and side to side as if giving you a choice while continuing to slowly scan you head toe. "I bet you're going to remember this moment for a long time aren't you? I hope so, I want you...need you to remember this because as big as these have gotten on me at five two, what do you think of them at five three?"
Seeing your adam's apple bounce as you gulp she knew she didn't need that hand on your chin anymore and dropped it, smiling as it grazed the physical response in your jeans. "See it was easy to see the girls growing, watching them fill each new bra to capacity and then keep going. But you're what...five seven or eight? It was probably harder to notice from way up there but suddenly it seems like it's not just the girls anymore..." She takes another step towards you, lifting her chin and eyes to maintain unblinking contact with yours and you can hear your heart pounding in your ears. "..and if these are any indication of what I am capable of.." Her breath is now hot in your ear as she whispers "it means exactly what you think it does."
