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Animation: Envious Cheerleader
🕑 Added 2018-10-15 19:19:22 +0000 UTC It's been 3 hours since she took the pill. No effect was shown. There was hope that some growth would have occurred, but maybe it was slow. The bottle said noticeable change in an hour. Caution was thrown to the wind and she decided on a second pill. 2 hours further elapsed and her disappointment grew. Time was getting close for the game and she needed to get ready.She donned her cheer outfit. Her mind wandered to her classmates. Most are either cheer officers or part of the co-captain duo. She was among the small handful that in their age, received little recognition. She cupped her relatively small bust and thought of the size of her counterparts. Their size probably helped in getting them to forefront. At least in giving them confidence publicly.
She leaned back against the table in her home vestibule. Something was wrong. A light headache? Dizziness? What was this feeling. Suddenly her eyes locked downward. A slight vibration in her chest! Slight spasms in her chest gave way to swelling. Her breasts engorged and inflated. She gripped the table, first in awe at the change happening, but then grew to shock.
"Oh crap they're too big!" Her tone reflected her dismay.
There was only 30 minutes before she needed to show up to cheer for her school at the game. Could she bind them down or were they too perky for their size. Surely now the other girls in her cheer squad would laugh at her. Worse was her imagination wondering how she could execute some of their performances? The change to her center of gravity would surely mess with what she practiced and affect her muscle memory. Some of the throws also involved her as the one thrown. Her light weight made her the prime choice for those maneuvers, but now they may not even want her to risk that.
She only wanted to slightly giver herself a boost in size; if anything, she hoped to slowly increase her size incrementally over weeks. The idea was to make the growth look natural and play off as a late bloomer. Maybe half or even a quarter of the pill would've helped with that, but two pushed it to far.
"I thought the pills said changes in 1 hour!" She grabbed her breasts frustratingly, as if to confirm their existence.
She grabbed the pills and observed anything that would lead to a clue on this event. Along the cap read the use by date; August 2010 it stated. Oh no, if the pills were just old and slow to act, does that mean the second pill is slow to act too?
Just as she started to wonder the predicament she was in, a honk came from outside. Her friend was here to give her a lift to the game.
