Meanwhile, the expansion of my chest seemed to go on unabated. They grew out so fast that I was soon sporting small but undeniable breasts that pushed the soft fabric of my various blouses out in definite, small cones of flesh.
Honey had put a bra in with that marvelous set of clothing and lingerie that I had bought, but it was so large that I knew it had been added just as a reminder for whom the clothing had really been designed. Now as I blossomed out, I began to wonder if she had not had a secondary reason for including it?
Another puzzle was that I was not panic stricken by such physical changes. It just seemed to be “normal.”