"Hey, what happened to you this weekend? You didn't answer your phone, and now you look like a you were hit by a car!" Beth exclaimed, looking at her obviously distressed best friend Monday morning. Beth was right, Jess did look like a mess. She was absolutely horrified by her new body - especially that thing - and was trying to conceil everything. She had a double layer of hoodies, and the baggiest sweatpants she could find. Unknown to Beth, Jess was also wearing 3 layers of cotton underwear, as the monster between her legs would rip through a single layer and flop most of the way down her thigh.

"I also heard you quit the swim team! The relays are this week! What has gotten into you?! Karen's gonna kill you if they can't find another swimmer!" Beth almost yelled at her friend.

"I don't want to talk about it..." Jess mumbled, trying to continue to her next class.

"Fine, if you don't want your best friend to help you, be that way."

Jess stopped in her tracks. Beth was right - as her best friend, she would be able to help. Beth always seemed to know more about "sexual" things anyway.

"Okay, if you want to help me, come to my house after school. My mom won't be home." Jess said after looking at her concerned pal.

After classes, Jess and Beth headed back to Jess's house...the two young ladies went straight up stairs and closed the door. Jess went over and shut the blinds, while Beth noticed the scene of her friend's room. There was torn clothes everywhere - shirts, pants, bras, underwear...everything that looked to be sexy was ripped. The only clothing that looked safe was socks, and they were all covered in what looked like spilled milk.

"What happened here?" Beth slid out, through the look of shock at what surrounded her.

Jess, with her back to her friend, lifted off the hoodies, revealing the back of an old t-shirt. "These!" Jess cried out, spinning around and showing the shirt clinging to her huge round tits.

"My goodness, where'd they come from?!" Beth replied. She knew that her friend had had slightly smaller boobs than her own full C-cups, but not anymore. Actually, she felt slightly jealous of the new mounds that her best friend now controlled.

"I don't know! And that's not the worst part!" Jess said, sobbing now. "I'm a freak!"

Beth tried to console her friend, only knowing half of the story. The mood quickly changed as Jess peeled off her sweats.