That was weird, Beth thought as she inspected her reflection. She fiddled briefly with a few loose strands of her blonde hair before going to pocket her phone. As her arm moved down, she brushed against her chest, which made her stop.
Hold on a second...
Slowly dropping her phone in her pocket, Beth glanced down at her chest. Of all her friends currently searching for Stacey, she had the smallest bust, but not by much. Carrie had been similarly sized until she had started that new job, leading to her putting on a little weight.
However, as Beth stared at her bust, her brow furrowed.
They are definitely bigger... She thought in disbelief. But how? And by how much?
Lifting her hands, Beth began to figure out her second question by lightly bouncing a breast in each hand. As she did, she began to feel increasingly turned on. She giggled quietly, her gentle bouncing evolving into sensual squeezing, which incited quiet moans from her.
"Um..."
Hearing somebody cough, Beth froze, her face turning bright red. She looked over at Kyle, who had been polite enough to avert his eyes while she had been touching herself.
"K-Kyle!" Beth stammered. "I don't... I can... Uh..."
Kyle cut her off by lifting one of his hands.
"It's okay, I don't need to hear anything... Happens to everybody, right? Specially those that need milked..."
Beth chuckled.
"Yeah, happens to... Wait, milked?"
Kyle ignored her, turning his back to her.
"Anyway, you're here looking for somebody, right? Well, can't say I've seen anybody else here, but chances are they'll have heard my animals and probably gone to check them out. I was just about to head over there myself. Wanna tag along?"
Beth hummed in thought, Kyle's odd comment already forgotten. As she did, a finger lazily ran along one of her soft breasts...