POV: Your Busty Growing P.E. Partner

“TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” went Coach Peterson’s whistle.

“ALRIGHT, BOYS... LINEEEEEEE UP!”, he shouted as if everyone within a quarter mile didn’t just have their eardrums busted by that obnoxious whistle. Maybe he was shouting because everyone had their hands over their ears, yourself included.

You drop your hands from your ears and walk over to your place in front of the coach. You and the other students position yourselves into a 5x5 person grid, sorted alphabetically, as you and your classmates did at the beginning of every P.E. class.

With everyone lined up in an orderly fashion, Peterson continued.

“Today...Monday… is the first week of the school’s Physical Fitness Testing Month,” he announced, being sure to pause in order to hear the groans and complaining mutters. He smirked, not being afraid to show that he enjoyed your suffering. With this being your senior year, you took a small bit of comfort knowing that this would be your last physical fitness test, and that was something at least.

“Every Tuesday through Friday this month will consist of normal P.E. activities, but each Monday’s full class time during this month will be dedicated to the tests. One more thing, you will be paired up for all of the tests with a partner. To save time and resources, we decided to combine the boys’ and girls’ sections of the class. But don’t get any funny ideas if you get partnered up with a girl.”

Positive murmurs of excitement flickered throughout the group of boys and chatter started to pick up.

“Quiet down, quiet down,” the coach commanded. Quickly the boys shushed and turned their attention back towards the front.

“As I was saying, both sections of the class will be combined. You’ll spend the test recording your partner’s scores throughout each activity. Now listen up while I read out the pairs.”

You wait to hear your name as you listen to the coach read out pair after pair of your classmates. Finally you hear your name and perk up. You wonder who your partner will be. 

“It would be great to be matched up with one of the girls,” you think to yourself. With your full attention on Coach Peterson, hear him finish his sentence.

“You will be paired up with Jenny Harfer.”

“Holy shit!” your mind screams. “Jenny Harfer??” She was the sexiest girl in school, at least in your opinion. She had just moved recently during the second semester and had only been here for a few weeks, so you hadn’t talked to her very much. All you really knew was that she was 18 and in her senior year just like you. Well, and that she had the body of an absolute goddess.

Her best feature was easily her enormous chest. She had all the other girls in school easily out-boobed. You recall a rumor one of your friends brought up that she just moved up to a JJ sized bra recently. She was massive. But her breasts weren’t the only part of her with some considerable mass. She was a relatively chubby girl with a small belly that wasn’t always obvious due to how far out her tits pushed her shirt. But when she wore especially tight tops, it was more visible.

Her face also had its fair share of pudge that accentuated her cute dimples and chin. She had wavy brown hair that cascaded down slightly past her shoulders. She didn’t have much going on in the booty department, but there was some activity there at least. Clearly, her hefty bosom was greedily taking on all the additional weight it could.

She was different from most girls with a body like that in a number of ways. While most women would use such incredible curves to quickly climb the popularity ladder and always be in the center of attention, Jenny was much more reserved. She was often alone, usually enjoying a snack or a soda. She seemed to always be studying with either a book or a pencil in her hands. She truly was a unique girl. Peterson’s voice interrupted your train of thought.

“Now that you all know who you’re paired with, head into the gym and find your partners,” he finished.

The class slowly shuffled back inside and made their way into the school gym. Inside, the girls were already present. Some of them are already standing next to their partner. You look around for Jenny and finally spot her near the back of the group of girls.

You make your way towards her and start to lose control of your breath for a little bit as you take her in. She had her wavy brown hair pulled back behind her head in a cute pony-tail. She was wearing her standard-issue high school P.E. uniform that matched the one everyone else in the room was wearing. It was navy blue with her name written on it with a permanent marker. However, all you could see were the letters “J” and “e” since her arms were crossed. She had her arms in a position that didn’t look comfortable. A more natural pose would be to fold her arms under her breasts, but she had her arms pressed against her enormous globes of softness instead. Getting a closer look at her shirt, you notice it is extremely tight around her chest. That little detail combined with how her eyes seemed to dart around the room suggested that she might be more interested in hiding how large the shirt made her boobs look (since they definitely didn't need any help) rather than trying to relax her arms.

She was also wearing the standard uniform shorts that matched what everyone else was wearing. They seemed to look a little snug as well, but fit much better than her top. As you approach her, you smile and start to talk to her.

“Hi Jenny, I guess we’re partners for this thing, huh?” you say in a friendly manner.

“Hello,” she replied in a quiet voice. “Yes we are.”

“I think you’re in my biology class too, if I’m not mistaken,” you continue on in an attempt to make conversation.

“Yes, that’s right. I remember seeing you there,” she confirmed.

“Well it’s nice to finally meet you,” you say, your smile broadening.

“Yes it is, and it’s nice to meet you too,” she says in her quiet voice, but with a small smile appearing as well.

Suddenly the thunderous voice of coach Peterson interrupts your conversation.

“Today we will be testing your ability to perform pull-ups. Since we only have two pull-up bars, I’ll need you all to line up in front of one of the bars with your partner. When it’s your turn, do as many pull-ups as you can until you drop. Then your partner will mark your score down on your clipboard. After that, switch places and record your partner’s score. Got it?”

The class bobbed their heads in understanding.

“Since all we’re doing is testing today, you’re dismissed after you turn in your scores,” he explained. “Get to it!”

You turn towards your partner, Jenny. You both nod and slowly follow the herd of students towards the pull up bars, getting a clipboard with a testing form along the way.

“So…” you start to say. “How many pull-ups do you think you can do?”

“Oh, probably zero. I’ve never been able to do one. What about you?” she replied.

“Well, maybe 1, if I’m lucky. We’ll see.” you say with some doubt.

At last, it was finally your turn and you found yourself at the front of the line. You take a deep breath and look up towards the bar. You jump up and grab the bar and hang from it. Slowly but surely you pull your body up. You look down towards Jenny, from this angle you’re able to see even further down her straining top and get an amazing view of that sea of cleavage.

“One,” you hear Jenny say.

You feel exhausted already and just want to drop back down to the ground, but the look on Jenny’s face seemed a bit impressed. “Why not try to show off?” you think to yourself. You muster all of your remaining energy and pull yourself up a second time.

“Two,” Jenny continued, looking a little more interested.

Your arms feel like spaghetti, but you think there might be one more left in you. One again you start to lift yourself up. Your arms start to shake as you struggle to complete the rep. Remembering how great the view would be from up there, you pull yourself up with one final tug to the top, admire the view of your busty gym partner, and immediately drop to the ground savoring what you saw.

“Three!” Jenny exclaimed the most excited voice you ever heard her use.

“Geez,” you manage to croak out in between labored breaths with your hands on your knees. “I’m exhausted.”

“You did great!” she said encouragingly. “Most people weren’t even able to do one, and you did three!”

“You’re right,” you say with slightly more confidence. “I guess that was pretty good….well I guess it’s your turn now. Think you can beat 3?” you ask with a smirk.

“Haha...Ha...um no.” Jenny retorted in a dramatic tone as she switched places with you underneath the bar.

Jenny squatted and then leaped up into the air, grabbing the bar. As her weight came back down, her enormous bust slapped against her body with an audible *SMACK*. Her sizable chest combined with her arms being lifted caused her shirt to climb up a considerable amount, exposing the majority of her chubby midriff. It was pale and soft-looking with a sizable roll starting to form in the middle. Above her tummy, her boobs were pressed even harder against the restrictive school uniform. Both the outline of her too-small bra and the boob-overflow it failed to contain were clearly noticeable through her top. You do your best not to stare and move your eyes back up to her face and struggling arms.

For a moment nothing happened, then you see both of her arms twitch in an attempt to lift her large figure, but to no avail. Realizing the futility of the attempt, Jenny dropped down to the ground, sending her breasts into a jiggling fit for several seconds. Jenny put her hands on her knees and started panting. The weight of her hanging breasts pulled her shirt down giving you another glance at her generous cleavage.

“I had a feeling I wouldn’t get any,” she said in a disappointed voice.

“It’s totally fine,” you say in an attempt to comfort her. “Like you said before, most of the others didn’t get one either.”

“Yeah,” she replied with something close to a smile starting to form. “Well anyway, good job today, I’m going to go get changed and eat some lunch.”

Without another word, she turned and started walking away. "Guess I'll go turn this form in myself", you think to yourself. After a moment, you turn the other direction to turn in your form and clipboard.

Later, after changing out of P.E. uniform you head to the cafeteria to get some lunch as well. You’re greeted with the pleasant smell of pizza as you walk inside. While waiting in line, you notice Jenny is sitting at a table with a group of girls. She was reading a book, as usual, but from this distance you can’t see the title. In front of her were two entire plates of food, and as if that wasn’t enough, she had a bag of chips and a soda. “Looks like she made a quick vending machine detour on her way here,” you think to yourself.

You eventually reach the front of the line, grab your food, and sit at a table with your friends. As you eat and chat, you can’t help but glance over every once in a while towards your well-endowed gym partner. She seemed disinterested in the conversation going on at her table, similarly to how you felt about the one at yours. But two things she definitely was interested in was the book she was staring at and the constant intake of lunch pizza into her mouth as she read. She sure could multitask! Eventually, you join back in with your friends' conversation, finish your lunch, and head to your next class.

One week later…

You find yourself once again in the boy’s locker room getting ready for P.E. You didn’t think you were really nervous, but your heart pounding away in your chest said otherwise. After a deep breath, you walk out of the locker room and into the gym. Jenny was already there on the opposite side of the room, facing your direction with a clipboard in hand. But from all the way across the gym, you notice there are a few things different about her.

The first thing you notice, or rather didn’t notice, is the lack of two fabric-torturing bulges on the front of her shirt. This couldn’t be right, she looked as flat as a board. Your mind starts to question the last few weeks. As you pondered this piece of confusion, another girl casually came up and said something to her. Jenny turned to face her and suddenly everything made sense again.

From the side, Jenny’s mammoth breasts protruded even further out than you remembered. It wasn’t that her chest shrunk, her shirt had GROWN. Or rather, she switched it for a bigger size. The newer shirt was draped over her boobs and then dangled down the rest of her body making it look very baggy around her stomach like a curtain. She could remedy this to some degree by tucking in her shirt, but from what you’ve gathered from her, she didn’t seem like she really wanted to call extra attention to her generous proportions.

As you finally get close to her, she turned to face you and smiled. The illusion of her flatness is now gone since as you’re no longer a hundred feet away. Although it had only been a week, she had clearly put on weight. Her giant jugs were even bigger than ever, now starting to block the view of her fat arms slightly. She seems a tiny bit wider, her hips and belly rounder. Though her face looked about the same from what you remembered, she now had a prominent double-chin that you didn’t recall from last week.

You look up and notice that Jenny had clearly seen you looking at her body. Quickly you notice the lack of a name written in marker on her shirt and come up with an idea.

“Hey Jenny, your shirt doesn’t have a name.” you say, hoping that’s all she thinks you were staring at.

“Hey”, she said in her usual quiet voice. “Oh...yeah they finally gave me a new shirt. I’d been asking for one ever since I came to this school.”

“Oh!” you say a little too excitedly as this topic seemed to make her forget about your ogling. “Why didn’t they give you the size you wanted when you got here?”

“They didn’t ask me,” she said, starting to sound irritated. You aren’t sure if she’s irritated with your questions or with the school.

She continued “They just used the same size I was written down for at my old school.”

You think to yourself “Oh good, she’s irritated with the school, not me.” and nod. Judging by how much you see her eat, it wasn’t hard to believe that she had gone up an entire shirt size over a just one semester.

“So how did you convince them to finally let you have another shirt?” you ask.

“Well when I was putting it on today...I…” she trailed off. Her face turned beet red and she looked away.

“I ripped it,” she said, barely above a whisper.

“Wow,” you start to think to yourself. “Did her boobs really get so massive that she actually tore through that tiny shirt?”

She was looking down and around the ground, clearly not wanting to talk about this subject any longer. Deciding to grant her that request you speak up.

“So...what test do you think we’ll have to do today?” you ask.

“Oh, we’re doing the Sit and Reach today,” she said pointing to a box against one of the gym walls.

“Ah, you must be right,” you say sheepishly. You hadn’t even noticed the box there. Clearly Jenny was not only smart, but observant too.

“I think you’ve got me beat on this one,” you say, still trying to sound more cheerful and get her mind off the shirt. “I’m not flexible at all.”

“I was a cheerleader at my old school,” Jenny said with a slight smirk. “You’re probably right.”

It was a relief to hear her in a more present mood. Though her smirk quickly faded. You continued talking for a few more minutes until the coach called you all up again. Just like last week, everyone had to wait in line to use the equipment. Only this time there was just a single box that everyone had to wait to use.

“Equipment” was a generous term, the item was just a milk crate with a ruler bolted to the top. The ruler stuck out a half foot in front of the box with “-6” written at the stick’s tip, “0” written where the ruler met the crate and “+6” at the far end of the crate. Smaller marks for each inch were written in between the 3 main marks. The objective was to sit down with your feet against the box, and then reach out with your hands as far as possible as if to touch your toes. The only catch is that you’re not allowed to bend your knees. For example, if you were able to touch your toes, you’d get a score around “0”. If you were a few inches off, you’d get something like a “-4”. If you could reach PAST your toes, you’d get a positive number.

Being in a line of several dozen students, you weren’t really able to watch any of them to see how well they were doing. But you guessed that most of them were like you and unable to touch their toes. You spent the time in line trying to make conversation, but she kept her replies pretty short and didn’t really seem to be in the mood for talking, especially when you asked why she was no longer a cheerleader. She had simply said that it was because she wanted more time to study, which would make sense, but you noticed an extra twinge of irritation that made you suspect there was more to it than that.

Finally it was yours and Jenny’s turn. You went first, sitting down with your feet against the box. You put your hands together and leaned forward as far as you could, a dull pain emitting from under your knees as you tried to stretch.

“-4,” Jenny said in a monotone voice.

“Wow, I didn’t think I’d be that bad.” you say, trying to hide your disappointment.

You switch places with Jenny. She sat down in front of the crate, and you kneeled next to the ruler to monitor her score. As Jenny put her hands together, her arms squeezed her against her breasts causing them to bulge heavily up and down. They were being squeezed together so tightly that her immense cleavage was coming close to rubbing against her chin. You do your best not to stare as she begins to lean forward.

Doing so caused her arms to lift up higher, which meant her boobs weren’t being compressed as hard. However, leaning forward meant that her chest was getting closer to her lap. Her enormous breasts began to bulge heavily against her thighs, overflowing around them. Their weight was so great that you could once again see the outline of her too-tight bra struggling to contain them. There was a great deal more boob overflow than last week, unable to be contained by the “little” cups. Looks like a bigger shirt wasn’t the only thing she was in need of. Despite the beautiful sight in front of you, you drag your eyes back to the ruler to inspect Jenny’s score.

“Positive 3!”, you say excitedly. “That’s incredible!”

“Mhmm,” Jenny muttered, as if it were no big deal. That pang of irritation, once again, was present on her face. Was she mad at you? Did she catch you looking?

Just like last week, she quickly said goodbye and hurried off to the cafeteria, leaving you to turn in their test form.

This time when you walked into the cafeteria, you saw Jenny was sitting by herself. But similar to last time, she had multiple plates and snacks in front of her.
You decide you want to get to the bottom of this and apologize for anything you did wrong. So after collecting your tray of thawed spaghetti, you make your way over to her table.
Jenny noticed your presence and looked up.

"Uh... hey Jenny," you say, trying to be friendly. "Can I sit here?"

"Sure," she said, then moved her eyes back to her book. The title read "Introduction to Calculus".

"Damn, you think." Most people live their whole lives not doing any math that advanced, and here she is jumping right in during high school."

Putting your mind back on track, you look at her in the eyes and say "Jenny, are you mad at me?"

This caused her to look up at you, puzzled. “What?” she asked.

“Are you mad? Did I do something to upset you? You seem like you’re...you know...irritated with me,” you explain.

“I’m not mad at you at all,” she said in her typical quiet voice, only this time with a hint of concern.

“Ok,” you say softly. “It just seems like something is bothering you whenever we’re in P.E. together.”

Jenny continued to look at you and took in a deep breath. Clearly she had a story that was either difficult to tell or one she didn’t want to tell at all.

“I’m sorry” you say. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.

“No, it’s ok.” she said. This was not the response you expected. Not wanting to ruin your chance of her finally opening up to you, you wait without saying anything else.

“My life used to be great a few years ago. I had genuine friends, good grades, and excelled at everything I did,” she continued, then paused. You nodded to her, signaling her to continue.

“But now because of all this, everything is different. I can’t just be me, I have to hide myself in order to have a normal conversation and be treated like a human being.” There was a hint of suppressed sadness in her voice.

“All of this? Hiding yourself? What are you talking about?” you ask in confusion.

“Have you not seen me?!” she said in the loudest voice you’ve ever heard come from her. She put down the book she was reading, revealing her ever-growing breasts. She was wearing a simple t-shirt, but their sheer size was still quite apparent. They rested heavily on the table forcing her to keep her plates and snacks at a distance to give them enough room.

“I have gigantic fucking boobs! Because of these stupid things I can’t have a guy look at me in the eyes or even look at me in general without imagining me as a pile of fuck-meat. My good grades don’t matter any more because everyone is too focused on my chest instead. I was kicked off the cheerleading squad because my body was ‘too sexually provocative!’” She said those last few words with finger quotes.

“I’m always hungry and can’t stop eating. All the weight just goes right into my fucking tits, making the problem even worse.”
She was starting to tear up now. She put her hands over her face and layed down, doing her best not to cry. Not wanting to make a bad situation worse, you chose your next few words very carefully.

“You know... we’ve had lots of normal conversations,” you say gently.

“We’ve talked like twice,” she retorted promptly.

“Well...” you continue. “They were still normal conversations.”

“Whatever,” she replied, not as a form of agreement, but rather not wanting to debate any further.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I’ll leave you alone now, but I want you to know that I’ve enjoyed the few conversations we’ve had so far... and I’ve really liked getting to know you.”

Jenny just kept her head where it was and didn’t say anything. Without another word, you get up from her table and head towards your next class.
Another week later…

The conversation you had with Jenny had been playing in your head on repeat non-stop for nearly a week now. You were fairly sure you fucked up your chances with her forever and now the next two weeks of the P.E. tests, and probably the rest of high school, were going to be incredibly awkward and unpleasant. With nothing left to do but move on, you step into the school gym once again in search of your partner.

Things were different this time you spotted Jenny pacing around the gym floor. She had REALLY put on weight this time. She must have been 20 pounds heavier. Her legs were now noticeably more flabby. Her once shapeless thighs and butt were now starting to become more prominent as they stretched her inadequate gym shorts to their limits. Even with the baggy shirt, her belly now had a freshly defined roll that made an obvious bulge against the fabric, as did her bountiful her love handles. But of course, most of the weight (as she loathed) went right into her bountiful bosom. She was enormous. She had definitely exceeded her JJ bra by several cup sizes now. You guess she must be in the N or even O range now. Her shirt that used to be slightly baggy around her chest was now starting to appear more snug. Every step she took caused them to slowly bounce up and down repeatedly. Something was different in the way they were supported too. Whatever bra she was wearing so tight, that it was pushing her enormous cleavage out of her shirt and almost into her chin again. This was strange. It was pretty clear that Jenny didn’t like drawing attention to her bust. But whatever she was wearing was doing the opposite.

When Jenny noticed you, she looked sad. You open your mouth to speak but she immediately interrupts you. “I’m sorry.” she said, returning to her usual hushed voice. You stare at her, not knowing what to say. After an awkward pause, she continues.

“What I said to you was extremely rude,” she continued. “You were only trying to be considerate and didn’t deserve to be talked to that way.”

“It’s ok,” you reply, happy to be on speaking terms again. “I kind of deserved it, I was being really pushy.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she retorted quietly. “You were only concerned and trying to help.”

“Well, you don’t have to be sorry either. No worries at all,” you say.

Both you smile, not sure what to say next. You just spend a moment looking at each other, relieved to be over this. Then suddenly, she stepped forward...and hugged you. As her arms wrap around you, all you can feel is the warm softness of her gigantic boobs enveloping around you. Your heart skips a beat as you remember how hugs work and wrap your arms around her too, returning the favor. The big girl feels so soft to your touch. As you gently squeeze, your arms sink into her squishy back fat. You enjoy the moment for less than a second and then she pulls away.

“Guess what we’re doing today?” Jenny said in what may have been the happiest tone you’ve heard her speak in.

Still slightly stunned from the unexpected physical contact, you say “.....Uh” and stare blankly.

“Did you not see the cones on the football field on the way here?” she asked. “We’re doing the shuttle run.”

Now that you think about it, you did notice those cones, but you didn’t make anything of it. Jenny was still as smart and as observant as ever. Maybe that’s why her boobs looked so much more supported today. She must have some kind of crazy sports bra on, probably one that’s way too small and that’s why it’s squeezing them together so hard.

TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET

Coach Peterson’s obnoxious whistle breaks your train of thought once again. He explained that we were indeed doing the shuttle run today and that in addition to the usual form and clipboard, each pair would also need to pick up a stopwatch.

You and Jenny walked out to the football field. There were multiple groupings of cones in a grid pattern throughout the field. With so much space, there was enough room for each pair to have their own segment without having to wait in line. You and Jenny walked up to the first cone in your segment. 30 feet away was another cone with 2 small beanbags next to it. The objective of the shuttle run is to simply sprint to the other cone, grab one of the beanbags, run back to the first cone, drop it off, and then repeat the process for the second beanbag.

You decided to keep tradition and go first. Taking your mark at the first cone, Jenny held the stopwatch in her hand and said “3...2...1...go!”.

After a few agonizing seconds, you crossed over the cone with the second bean bag.

“11.1 seconds!” Jenny said. “That’s pretty good!”

Panting you look up at her and say “Thank...you” in between struggling breaths. After taking a moment to rest, Jenny hands you the stop watch and stood at the first cone.
Jenny got into a running stance, but looked worried.

“Ready?” you ask.

“I really don’t want to do this.” she admitted. “I feel like everyone’s going to stare at me because...you know.” she explained, quickly looking down at the ocean of boobage below her chin looking like a stuffed sausage in her confined sports bra.

You glance around the football field. No one seemed to be looking at all in your general direction.

“It’ll be ok, Jenny,” you say, trying to comfort her. “I don’t think anyone is looking”
“Well you are!” she retorted.

“I have to look! I’m the time keeper,” you explain with a hint of humor.

Jenny pouted and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and opened them again.

“Ok, I’m ready.” she finally said.

“3...2...1...GO!” you shout.

Jenny took off from the first cone, even though you were standing behind her, you could tell that her boobs were already beginning to slosh and shake as she ran. She had only made it a few feet before her speed quickly lowered and her breathing became much more labored. She reached the cone, came to a stop, grabbed the first beanbag and turned around. Now facing you, she started to run back. Immediately, her massive tits were sent into a wild fit of bounces and jiggles. As she picked up speed, her cleavage began to strike her in the chin and lower lip. At last, she dropped off the first beanbag and turned around.

Once again, you watched as her boobs swayed from left to right and up and down making themselves visible around each arm, alternating sides. As she neared the next cone, her speed had slowed down to more of a hurried walk. She reached down, grabbed the second bean bag, and slowly lubbered back towards the finish cone.

“Keep it up Jenny, you’ve got this!” you shout in an attempt to cheer her on. It seemed to work as Jenny picked up her pace. Her speed increased along with the amount of jiggle and bounce in her massive boobs. She endured the pain and the repeated slaps of tit flesh to the face as she neared the finish line. With one final bound, she stepped past the cone and dropped the bean bag. You stop the timer at 26.3 seconds.

As she landed, there was a loud *SNAP* Jenny would have blushed if her face wasn’t already so red from the running. She got on her knees and took harsh, loud breaths. She was too exhausted to care about what just happened.

“Oh my god are you ok?” you ask with great concern.

“I’m *HUFF* fine *HUFF*” she said between struggling breaths. “I *HUFF* think I *HUFF* broke 1 of my *HUFF* bra straps.” she struggled to say.

“Wait... one?”, you ask. “How many are you wearing?!”

Jenny took a moment to catch her breath. Once she collected herself, she stood back up and started walking back across the field to the gym with you. After a few steps she answered “I’m wearing three, well...I guess only two now.”

“Three?!?!” you say in shock. No wonder her boobs were being squeezed so hard. And even with 3 sports bras, they were still bouncing like crazy all over the place!

“You seem to forget I have big boobs a lot,” Jenny said in a teasing voice.

“I never forget you have big boobs” you retort. “I mean, it’s not like it’s all I think about…not that I think about them a lot... but I mean… I meant to say… I...ugh.”

Jenny giggled and said “Calm down, dork. Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, laughing in spite of yourself.

“Don’t be”, she said “just do me a favor and make sure no one looks while I do this.”

Before you realize what’s happening, Jenny reached into her arm sleeve and grabbed the destroyed sport’s bra. Panicking you quickly turn around and check to see if anyone was looking in your general direction. The coast was clear. You turn back to Jenny and watched her throw the bra into a nearby trashcan. As you walk by, you peek into the can and catch a quick glimpse of the tag. It read “XXXL - 42LCup.” God damn.

“You don’t think you can sew it back together or something?” you ask.

“I could, but I outgrew it. It’s too small for me now.”

“Holy shit!” you think to yourself. “She outgrew an L cup?!?”
“Oh, that makes sense,” you say, trying to hide your surprise. Figuring she probably doesn't want to talk about her boobs anymore you say, “So I guess you’re going to go off to lunch now?”

“I am, but how about we drop off that form first,” she answered with a knowing smile. “Sorry for making you do that on your own all those times.”

“Sounds like a plan!” you say returning her smile.

After dropping off the form, you head to the cafeteria with Jenny, making a few vending machine stops along the way, of course. Since P.E. was over so quickly that day you had even more time to talk with her. It felt like that was the first actual enjoyable conversation you had with her.

Every day after that, you two had lunch together. You talked about school, homework, future college plans, tv shows, music, and all sorts of other things. She even tried to teach you a little calculus, but to not much success. She was really quite enjoyable to talk with, and now that she was more willing to talk about her problems, it was even more so. Finally the last day the P.E. tests arrived.

TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Echoed throughout the gym. Everyone lowered their hands and waited for coach Peterson to explain today’s activities. Though the process of elimination, as you were happy to point out, today you would be doing sit ups and push ups.

You turned towards your busty, gaining gym partner. She was showing no signs of slowing down her weight gain, but she was beginning to love her body and her size. The last week she spent with you had started to prove that she can still be enjoyed as a person while her looks were enjoyed also. She was now, without a doubt, fat. Her shorts suffered the same fate as her old shirt and had to be replaced. Her new shirt was even starting to become incredibly tight as the outline of her dangerously inadequate JJ bra pushed heavily against it. Now there was even a large handful of underboob peeking out from each cup.

“Ready to get started?” she asked.

“Ready!,” you say.

With Jenny keeping count, you managed to achieve 41 sit-ups and  20 push-ups.

“Not bad at all,” Jenny said playfully. The two of you then switch places.
Jenny laid back on the floor with her hands behind her head ready to perform the sit-up test. But as soon as she laid down, her massive boobs began to slide back over her face, covering her mouth and drowning her in a sea of cleavage. Luckily, her nose was still uncovered and she could continue to breathe. Removing her hands from behind her head, she attempted to shove them out of the way. Her hands looked so tiny in comparison and sunk deeply into the pillowy mounds as she pushed them away.

“Ummm, you say.” doing your best not to get aroused in front of her. “Maybe you should try doing the sit-ups with your arms crossed.”

“My thoughts exactly,” she agreed. She crossed her arms across her immense chest ready to begin. She managed to get about 2 sit-ups done before her pace drastically slowed down. She struggled to lift herself up and those boobs must have been extremely heavy to move with just her abdominal muscles. Slowly but surely, she made it to 5 and collapsed on the ground. Her titanic tits once again washed over her face like the ocean across a beach (they were just about as big as one too).

A faint “aaaaaaaaaaaaah” emitted from her mouth as she screamed in frustration. The sound was muffled by the weight of her suffocation-inducing tits. She sat up, giving herself a chance to breathe and get ready for the push-up test.

“Hey that wasn’t bad at all,” you say.

“Yeah yeah,” she says, rolling her eyes. I can’t do a push-up, so we might as well just write “0” and save some time.

“Not with that attitude!” you say, teasing her. “Give it your best shot, I’m sure you can get at least one.”

“Mhmm,” she muttered. Jenny got on her knees and stretched out her legs. You took a moment to appreciate the size her butt was getting too. It was actually starting to develop a nice, round shape. Cellulite and dimples dotted her thighs where you could see past her gym shorts.

As she started to bend her arms down, her bra started to loudly groan in protest. It sounded like an old wooden door. When she made it about a quarter of the way down, it made loud *SNAP* noise followed by a *RIIIIIPPPPPPPPP*. You watched as Jenny’s bra-destroying boobs dropped out of their confined bra prison, ripped through her gym shirt, and tumbled onto the floor with a loud *THUMP*.

There was a moment of silence as you both paused, taking in what just happened. Then,
without skipping a beat you say “One!"

The two of you burst out into laughter.