The first thing Caitlin noticed when she woke up was that she was having some difficulty breathing. She was sweaty and she could feel moisture on her pillow from her perspiration. She tried to take deeper breaths, only to continually run into difficulty expanding her lungs wide enough. She half-mindedly rolled over onto her back only to be greeted by an unusual sight. Her open polo shirt collar gave her a clear view of what appeared to be an explosion of cleavage bound tightly in her shirt and bra.

“Holy fuck.”

Caitlin was almost out of breath and panic was gripping her. Her chest obviously had not been that size when she went to bed, otherwise she never would have gotten to sleep in the first place. She wanted to panic more, but was still having some difficulty breathing. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and peeled it upwards until it cleared her bosom and she felt he breasts spring free. After successfully freeing herself from the confines of her shirt her attention immediately went to the unfamiliar amount of self which protruded forward from her chest. Her boobs, formerly what she would call “perky” were now what would undoubtedly be dubbed as “big.” While she was a far cry from watermelon huge, and still not quite Alexis-huge (but damn close), what was now mounted on her chest definitely were more than handfuls. They were definitely more than a handful each (she didn’t care for the fruit-size system, but for those who do, probably something like a large orange. For those who prefer the athletic equipment standard, something between a baseball and a softball will suffice).

She was afraid to get up, for the simple fact that she was afraid to prove what she already knew. She knew she felt different, her clothes told her that she wasn’t the same size she was when she went to bed. She just wasn’t ready to actually face it. She slowly pulled herself up from the bed, and reaching a full standing position, she looked around with wonder. She was higher up, but she was unsure of how to gauge by how much. There was a possibility she was overreacting and her body was just blowing the events out of proportion. She hadn’t really moved around much yesterday, maybe the difference was minimal. She went to her closet where she had marked off her height the previous day. She made a new mark and measured herself. Sure enough, she measured a smidgen under 5’9”. Now practically five inches taller than she was two weeks ago, she knew she would have trouble hiding her changes, particularly since her measurements made her a near-carbon copy of Alexis, slightly shorter with slightly smaller boobs. She also knew that Maureen would definitely notice, as she had been wearing heels for the past week to maintain her taller stature than Caitlin.

She knew that she could always dress down her boobs, that wasn’t the problem. The height would be more difficult. While she could still hide her increased stature with some shorts or capris, along with a properly fitted top (which she didn’t have at the moment) the fact that she was physically five inches taller would still pose a problem. Then again, last week no one seemed to notice that she was two inches taller than normal. She just needed a distraction from her three extra inches. She had an idea, but she would need some help. She considered Maureen, and quickly dismissed that idea. Then she sighed and called Alexis.

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“I was wondering if you were going to tell me how you made your boobs bigger.” Caitlin chimed, unaffected by the improbability of the situation.

“There’s no secret.” Caitlin replied trying to avoid the subject. She was slipping into a pair of Alexis’ jeans, which given Alexis’ rather prominent curves, should not have been difficult. Unfortunately for Caitlin, most of Alexis' denims fit like a second skin, and despite the fact that Caitlin still did not compare to Alexis' more striking curves, the pants were still a bit snug. Luckily, Alexis owned roughly sixty pairs of jeans of various types and fashions, and this particular pair was designed to be a bit more roomy. While she was thrilled to be fitting into something properly, she was still slightly unnerved by the fact that Alexis’ clothes actually fit her. Until a couple weeks ago, Alexis always seemed fairly tall to her. Now she nearly looked her in the eye. “Anyways, did you bring me a shirt?”

“Did I?” Replied Alexis beaming. She immediately dug into the bags which had accompanied her and produced a hefty stack of clothes. “You’ve got to try this top out, you’ll love it!”

Caitlin took the blue stretch top from her which looked like it was meant for a nine-year-old. “What the hell is this?”

“It’s a mini-tee. I figured it would look great with your new boobs.”

“I’m not trying to show off, I’m trying to dress them down! Don’t you have anything conservative?

Alexis furrowed her brow at the Caitlin’s inquiry. “You mean like saving trees?”

Caitlin rolled her eyes. “No, no, no, I mean something that will make my boobs look less big!”

Alexis looked even more confused. “Why would you want that?”

“Because I’m not trying to get attention. I don’t even know why this is happening.”

“So? What does that have to do with looking good?”

Caitlin sighed again. “It’s not about looking good, it’s about not having my tits hanging out like a…” she stopped noting the generous amount of skin Alexis happened to be showing off. “…like a girl that has just grown new tits overnight!”

“But isn’t that what you are?”

Realizing that she was getting nowhere with this argument, she snatched the blue top from Alexis and slid herself into it. She was immediately shocked at how the material clung to her body more snugly than anything she dared to wear before. Also alarming was the generous neckline which gave her plenty of ventilation to say the least. She was getting ready to protest to Alex about dressing her up like a skank when she noticed herself in the mirror. She had to do a double take because the image looking back at her was definitely nothing she had seen before. While her face was definitely familiar, nothing else seemed to be. It was as if she was in some weird fantasy where someone had hypothetically put her head on someone else’s body. While she lacked Alexis' almost cartoonish curves, her figure was lean and well shaped. The stretch denims fit her well and her legs looked better than they had ever looked before. Her boobs, proudly on display.

“Ahem!” Alexis unsubtly cleared her throat. “You need your finishing touch!” Caitlin was unsure of what Alexis meant until three inch platform wedge sandals were slid toward her. “It’ll be nice to have someone wear these. My mom got ‘em for me but you know me. It’s like she’s trying to kill me! Anyways, it’ll be wild to be looking up at you for a change!” Caitlin was unsure about how that last bit made her feel. While she definitely felt a slight thrill at the idea, she felt a twinge of anxiety in her stomach at the idea of being so different from her self from four weeks ago that she would be able to look down at her tall friend.

“Quit stalling!” Alexis was nearly throwing a hissy-fit at being denied her fashion suggestion. “Come on! Let’s see ‘em!”

Caitlin took a breath and stepped into the shoes. While she only rose three inches, the knotting in her stomach worsened as she watched Alexis seemingly shrink in front of her. She felt her mouth drop open at the bizarre sight and Alexis’ grin widened, her excitement undaunted. Caitlin was struggling to accept in her head that four weeks ago, these heels would have made her shorter than she currently stood. Now, with their help, she stood a smidgen below six feet tall. She put her hand on her friends shoulder as she began to tremble slightly with uneasiness. Alexis was giddy.

“Look at us in the mirror! You’re so tall! I’m shorter than you by almost three inches! Wait til’ everyone sees you! They’ll be soooooooooo blown away!”

Caitlin was immediately horrified at the thought of someone seeing her in her current condition. Suddenly, her reflection seemed almost grotesque. A stretched out and swollen version of what she was supposed to be. What was normal. Her shaking, which had increased intensity throughout the whole ordeal, escalated to a trembling. Lightheadedness set in as fear and anxiety chased each other around in her head as her thoughts seemed to be crashing around inside of her head. Alexis, oblivious to her friend’s discomfort stepped back to present Caitlin to an imaginary audience.

“Supermodel Caitlin Landry, D-cup, six feet tall!”

Caitlin panicked at Alex stepping out of arm’s reach, but was still too stunned to move. Alexis’ words echoed in her head and processing the idea of herself at six feet tall was like doing multivariable calculus at this point. Caitlin’s body finally took the path of least resistance. The world seemed to dim around her as her body collapsed to the floor, a heap of limbs and hair.