Analyze this story in detail: «Lactic acid. Her shoes thumped the asphalt. Lactic acid. Lungs burned like wildfire. Her vision blurred, but the the finish line was right there. It was right there. 

	She remembered the words of her coach, “Lean!”

	Alexa blitzed past the finish line, letting her powerful legs gradually coast her to a standstill. She rested on her knees and allowed her chest to heave. She knew it wasn’t enough. She tilted her head up, gasping heavily, waiting to see her time.	

	Second? Second place? 

	“Yo Alexa, congrats!” Another girl slung their arm around her shoulders, briefly squeezing her tight. She would have perhaps enjoyed the embrace had it not come from the girl who placed first.

	Mia Turner always placed first in the 100-meter dash. Always effortlessly faster, always in peak physical condition and always annoyingly likeable. Alexa’s breathing slowed a tad. She scrunched her nose up and spat phlegm onto the asphalt before straightening up and giving Mia a quick hug.

	“Well done,” Alexa said.

	Mia beamed and pranced off towards her friends and family. That tight, muscular butt hardly wobbled at all as she celebrated. Her perfectly defined abdominals proudly on display in her form fitting sportswear. 

	Alexa scowled, then spat. All that training, all that effort for second place, again. She’d executed every aspect of her race flawlessly and it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. She sensed her Dad approaching behind her.

	“Congratulations!” He gave her a huge bear hug, lifting her off her feet. 

	“Dad …” her tired and muffled voice barely audible. This was no way to celebrate second place. Second place was a sad pat on the back. A better luck next time, kiddo. This was just embarrassing. 

	“Dad!” 

	He plopped her down, “Alexa you did so, so well,”

	“Dad no I di-“

	“Yes you did! I know it’s not what you wanted, but it’s still a massive achievement!” He hugged her again. With her face squished up against her father’s chest she watched with envy as Mia’s family circled around her, smiling and cheering. 




Alexa dragged herself through class. It was the final term of her first year at university and she’d excelled at everything. Alexa mulled over what she’d do once term ended, perhaps it was time to focus on something else other than grades and training. Perhaps a break from sprinting was in order. Mia consistently outclassed her in every race, so why bother trying anymore?

	“Alexa!”

	Alexa turned to see a classmate coming towards her, he smiled as he approached.

	“Hey, are you busy tonight? Because if not we’re all going to The Butterfly later, if you want to join?” He asked. 

	“Uh …”

	“Come on! I never see you out, and first year is basically over now!”

	“Fuck it, sure,” she flashed a brief smile. 

	“Yes! Fuck it! The Butterfly is one of the best clubs here, definitely top ten. Amazing music- honestly the music is like, fuckin’ sick.”

	

	She made the short walk back to her apartment wondering why she just agreed to go Clubbing, of all things? University was for studying and achieving your goals, not dumb intoxicated parties. She opened her front door and slipped off her trainers. Looking down, she stared at her well worn running shoes for a moment. But, maybe it was time to let her hair down a bit.

	As the sun descended below the horizon students descended into The Butterfly; a club set in a former church. Grand balconies overlooked a sprawling dance floor with a DJ in the centre. The heels on Alexa’s feet felt unfamiliar as she followed her more outgoing classmates into the nightclub. She gripped the handrail as she went down yet another staircase, the bass thumping louder as she wormed her way deeper. As she entered the dance floor a stranger grabbed her hip and shouted something inaudible in her ear, she brushed his hand off and recoiled away. Touchy men, another reason she avoided clubs. 

	A drink was handed to her as she hurried into the midst of her acquaintances. She took a sip and flinched, it was far too bitter, but she needed something if she were to enjoy this night at all.

	One of her classmates shouted into her ear, something about how hot she looked. It was true, she looked stunning in her little black dress. The material gripped her slender runner’s physique, highlighting her lithe muscles. The culmination from years of training spent on propelling her body as fast as possible down a 100-meter track. Any amount of excess fat had long since melted off. She was pure muscle and bone. Alexa returned the compliment and danced for a while, tolerating the music pounding into her eardrums.

	After a few drinks and an hour of dancing Alexa decided to ascend higher within the club and make a break for smoking area. She stepped outside and took a lungful of second-hand smoke. Simply breathing up here was ghastly, but the cool night air and lack of thumping bass more than made up for it. 

	Alexa slithered between club goers and attempted to find a bit of space for herself but in the process clumsily bumped into another girl.

	“Sorry!” Alexa said as she tried to steady herself in her heels.

	The other girl took a second to compose herself before looking Alexa over, seemingly unbothered by the collision.

	“Wow babe, incredible body,” she said before taking a drag of her vape pen.

	“Thank you," Alexa replied, "Are you sure you’re alright?” 

	“Yeah I'm grand,” she exhaled flavoured vapour and stared boozily into Alexa’s eyes, “How often do you work out?”

	“Oh, ah well, I go five days a week, usually.”

	“That’s mad. Proper dedication,” she stepped closer to Alexa, “can I squeeze your bicep?” She gave a small giggle. 

	“Uh, well I don’t—I don’t exactly exercise my arms all that much.”

	“You look like you do,” the girl reached out to squeeze her bicep and Alexa didn’t pull away.

	The girl’s fingers had purple nails that sparkled into little love hearts when the light hit them just right. She squeezed Alexa’s bicep, her cool hand and fingers felt pleasant against Alexa’s warm skin. 

	“Really impressive babe,” she said letting go, “I could never get a body like yours.”

	“Well, I mean your body is equally impressive,” Alexa replied. She let her eyes run over the girls body. Where Alexa had defined muscle, this girl had supple softness. Where Alexa had somewhat broad shoulders and a flat muscular chest, this girl had small shoulders and huge, full breasts. If Alexa were to squeeze this girl’s bicep in return, she imagined her fingers would simply sink into the girls delicate arm. 

	The girl noticed Alexa’s lingering gaze and asked, “Would you like a body like mine?”

	Alexa hesitated, unsure of her answer. 

	“I think I would, yes. You’re incredibly pretty.”

	“You’re sweet.” The girl reached into her hand bag and pulled out a small transparent plastic sleeve. 

	“Here,” she handed the sleeve to Alexa.

	Alexa contemplated refusing, unsure of what she was being offered. But she reached out and took the sleeve anyway. 

	“I used to be rather underdeveloped, until I used those. One of those’ll give you a gentle push in my direction.”

	The fabric of the girl’s dark purple dress was strained around each of her large, plush tits. She took a long drag from her vape pen, inhaling deeply, causing her chest to expand. Alexa watched the girl’s dress struggle to contain her rising chest. Her tits gently bulged over the neckline momentarily before she exhaled. Either she had deliberately worn a dress a size too small, or she’d done some growing recently. 

	Alexa’s gaze travelled lower to meet the girl’s thick hips. They flared out to her sides in grand curves, a full hourglass and then some. Alexa wondered if she could even sprint ten meters let alone one hundred, her bodacious body simply didn’t look capable. No doubt she’d feel good to snuggle against in bed, though.

	Returning her focus to the plastic sleeve, Alexa noticed it contained a small amount of orange pills, each about the half the size of her thumbnail. 

	“Babe, the dosage is important,” the girl slurred a little.

	Alexa had many questions, but before she could ask any of them a voice called out from the direction of the club.

	“Oi, Christie! You out here?” A high pitched female voice rang out from behind them.

	The girl’s head cocked towards the sound of the voice and then back to Alexa, “Ah babe, dance with me,” she grabbed Alexa’s hand and made strides towards the direction of the voice.

	Alexa stumbled with Christie through the crowd managing to slip the plastic sleeve under her bra with one hand. They shimmied through the wafts of smoke, back towards the nosiness of the club and Alexa smiled to herself tipsily. Her mind drifted as she watched Christie’s voluptuous purple ass squeeze between smokers and she wondered what it must feel like to be so curvy.



	Alexa lazily rolled out of bed. Her dry mouth had a rancid aftertaste from the night before and her skull felt two sizes too small for her brain. She heaved open her refrigerator, chugged half a sports drink and hoped the electrolytes would somewhat nourish her sluggish mind. Plonking herself onto the couch she flicked on the TV, her dress from the night before lay sprawled and discarded on the cushion next to her. 

	The television beamed documentary images of emperor penguins into her befuddled brain. Her ears listened woozily to the narrator’s pompous British accent. She absent-mindedly let her remote laden hand limply drop to the cushion beside her and the dress’s material brushed against her fingers. 

	The fabric’s sensation sparked something within her - the orange pills! Her heavy lidded eyes bulged open. She snatched the dress and held it up. She had put the pills in her dress, hadn’t she? There were no pockets, but under … under her bra! She discarded the dress and inspected the cushion—hunting for any of sign of the bra, until she realised she’d never taken it off.

	Tentatively, her fingers slid into the top of her lingerie. It was still there. She retrieved the thin plastic sleeve and held it out into the midday sunlight. Circular orange pills; eight of them, sat huddled together, waiting to be eaten. She opened the sleeve and tapped the pouch gently, letting one pill slide into the palm of her hand. She brought it close to her face, and thought of the girl in the purple dress from the night before. Christie.

	Assuming these pills worked, did she really want to look like Christie? All her years of training, gone. Gone, for some tits and ass. She imagined herself with tits that big, trying to sprint. Her huge sports bra battling against gravity to support her overgrown breasts as she thundered down the track, bubble butt in tow. Laughable.

	And yet, part of her wanted to swallow this dinky innocent tablet. Sacrifice what was left of her running days. Let her body fill out. Hit the clubs. Flirt. Fuck. It would be fun, wouldn’t it? Her droopy eyes blinked. She looked over to her shoe rack by the front door and eyed her running trainers. Maybe it was time to call it quits and forever be second fiddle to Mia Turner?




	Alexa was one of a handful of students that had settled into the stands around the running track on this warm summer's evening. A gentle breeze ruffled her jacket as she watched Mia continue her rigorous training session. Mia gave her powerful quadriceps a small stretch before she crouched into the starting blocks once more, her dirty blonde hair coiled tightly into a perfect bun. Her lean arms were lightly wicked with sweat and they glistened in the evening light as she placed her hands against the asphalt. 

	“Set,” her coach said.

	Her slender hips elevated, primed like a spring. A sharp blow of the coach’s whistle released her from the starting blocks. She hit a flawless triple extension and tore down the track like a hound hunting a hare. Her pace steadily increased until she reached top speed, hurtling her petite torso along at a fervent pace. A quick lean at the finish line and it was over. 

	Mia slowly walked back to her coach, ready to do it all over again. She spotted Alexa approaching from the sidelines.

	“Hey,” she said still catching her breath. “You training?”

	“Nah, just thought I’d come and learn from the best,” Alexa replied.

	Mia gave a flawless smile, “Still got lots of work to do before the Championships.”

	Mia walked over to the side of the track and picked up her sports drink. She gave the bottle two short sucks and a small trail of liquid ran down her chin and dripped onto her flat chest. 

	She tossed her drinks bottle to the ground and walked away, quickly becoming engaged with her coach. Alexa walked over and stood beside Mia’s bottle, her hands tucked inside her light sports jacket. She watched the pair engrossed in avid conversation for a moment and decided to make her move. 

	Squatting down onto her toes, she picked up the sports drink and twisted the cap off. Her heart pounded in her ears as she slid the plastic sleeve from her jacket. The sleeve still contained the eight orange pills, only Alexa had ground them down into a fine orange powder. Her eyes darted over to the pair once more. Mia’s back was completely turned. She was walking towards the starting blocks. The coach was checking his phone. Alexa dumped the powder into Mia’s drink and twisted the cap back on.

	Mia was crouched, ready to bolt from the blocks once again. Her coach blew the whistle and she zoomed past Alexa, her eyes doggedly focused on the finish line. Alexa stood up straight, gave the drink a thorough shake and walked towards her competitor.

	“Damn, great finish,” Alexa said as she held out Mia’s drink for her.

	Mia took it. “Thanks,” she said catching her breath. Alexa watched intently as Mia took five long sucks from the bottle. A line of sweat drizzled from her brow and ran down her cheek.

	“Be sure to finish that, it’s been a hot day,” Alexa said.

	“Yeah. I will,” Mia said as she walked past. Alexa watched her tiny muscular butt as it swished from side to side in her tight running shorts. She tried to imagine a butt the size of Christie’s in a pair of shorts like that. Would she need to imagine for much longer?




	Mia awoke in the night, restless in her sleep. It felt like something was wrapped around her midsection, squeezing her. She sleepily ran her hands down to the source of discomfort. Was it her pyjamas? The waistband was really digging into her hips. She wriggled her thumb under the band in an attempt to stretch it away, but stopped in her tracks.

	Her thumb was pressed into her side and it felt, soft? She let go of the waistband and ran her hands over her stomach. Her chiselled abdominals were gone. Instead, her fingers were greeted with a layer of soft squishy skin. 

	Springing bolt upright she blearily opened her eyes. She kept fondling her midsection and looked down at her stomach, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. A tiny pooch of softness seemed to be spilling over her waistband. Goddamn, was she really that bloated? She reached up to scratch her nose and unexpectedly grazed her breast with her forearm. 

	A puzzled look washed over her face. She slowly rotated her hand and tentatively reached for her breast. Soft, fluffy fatness greeted her palm through her pyjama top. Her breast was fuller. Much fuller and bigger. She quickly grabbed her other breast.

	“What… the fuck?”

	Adrenaline kicked in and Mia spun out of bed. She stumbled slightly as she moved in the direction of her bathroom, an odd bouncing weight yanking at her chest. She turned on the bathroom light and squinted painfully for a few moments. As her vision came into focus she nervously began to make out her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her once baggy pyjama top was stretched tight across a pair of burgeoning tits, and her bottoms were digging her sides.

	Mia gasped and covered her mouth. 

	“No, no…” she whispered.

	She pulled the pyjama top up and over her head letting her new larger tits jiggle freely. Ignoring the sensation for the time being she leant forwards slightly and managed to wriggle the pyjama bottoms over her larger hips and down her rounder butt.  

	She stared at her naked body in the mirror in disbelief. It was as if she had been lightly doused from head to toe in a thin layer of fat, with extra dollops on her chest, hips and butt. Her athletic build still shone through and her abdominals were partially visible, but whereas they used to bulge proudly from her frame, now they were hidden somewhat by her newfound plushness.

	She'd obtained an unobtainable physique. Very curvy but still athletic. Full, round tits brimming with fat, surely larger than an E cup and yet still perky. A large butt with powerful muscle layered under a plump, squeezable exterior.

	Mia tried to conjure up some kind of explanation for what had happened to her seemingly overnight. She must be having some kind of hormonal problem? First thing tomorrow she’d get checked at the university medical centre. She rushed to her phone in order to text her coach. This can be fixed. It can be reversed. But as she walked to her phone her thoughts were distracted by her tits bouncing upon her chest. She stopped walking and grabbed them. They were so heavy! How on earth had they grown this much? Pliable mounds of breast tissue filled her hands and oozed between her fingers. None of her training gear would fit! 




	Mia glanced at her watch again as she waited for the medical centre to start seeing patients. It was almost 8am and she had already finished her third coffee of the day. 

	“Mia Turner,” a nurse called out. 

	Mia rose from her seat and entered the examiner’s room.

	Mia sat opposite the nurse and looked towards the ground. Her caffeinated fingers fumbled with the drawstring of her baggy hoody. 

	“How can I help today?” the nurse asked warmly.

	Mia swallowed, “So this is going to sound like I’m lying, but I’m not. I don’t know how, but somehow, I gained a lot of weight overnight.”

	“I see. How much is a lot?”

	“I don’t know. Maybe, thirty pounds.”

	Vocalising the number caused Mia’s lower lip to tremble slightly. 

	"Maybe... maybe more."

	The nurse observed Mia’s fumbling for a moment without saying anything.

	“That amount of weight gain in such a short period of time is not possible.”

	“But I swear it happened! My body is completely different! Honestly! Ask my coach, he can vouch for me - something is wrong. Something’s wrong with my hormones!” Mia protested.

	“How much did you weigh before?” the nurse asked.

	“About 135 pounds.”

	“OK, would you mind stepping on the scale for me over here.”

	Mia got up and stepped on the scale. The number 181 flashed back at her. She gasped.

	“Is this thing accurate?”

	“Yes Mia, I can assure you it—”

Mia started taking off her hoody, shoes and sweatpants. 

	“Mia, I don’t need your exact weight to determine if there has been a significant weight gain.”

	Mia hopped back on and stared at the result once more. 172 pounds. She shrieked. 




	Alexa sat in her physics class, bored stiff. The air in the lecture theatre was snug like a duvet and the professor’s voice a droning lullaby. It had been a week since she’d spiked Mia’s drink and there hadn’t been any noticeable changes. Perhaps Christie had just been messing with her? 

	In her lethargic state she really wanted to skip her training entirely. Sighing softly to herself, she took a bite of a protein bar and made her way to the track.

	She placed her bag nearby the starting blocks and started a dynamic warmup. She swept her leg wide into a lateral lunge, and closed her eyes for a moment to really focus in on the stretch. When she opened her eyes she was startled by what she saw. Mia was in conversation with another sprinter and they were walking in her direction towards the starting blocks. Except, Mia looked different.

	Her once lean physique had softened considerably. Her abdominals were no longer easily visible, hidden somewhat by a thin layer of chub. Her legs were thicker both at the calf and the thigh, and they were attached to a rounder pair of hips which were packed into a larger pair of running shorts. But the most noticeable changes of all, were her tits. She’d gone from having no breasts at all to large breasts. They stretched the fabric of her running vest and bounced ever so slightly with every step.

	As Mia got closer the changes were even more stark. Her face was fuller, her lips plumper. And goodness, those tits. Her running vest looked brand new and already too small for her bust. 

	“Hey, you’re training alone today?” Mia asked.

	“Uh yeah,” Alexa said, trying to maintain eye contact.

	Mia nodded before crouching into the starting blocks. The musculature in her arms had also been filled in with supple smoothness. Alexa eagerly settled into the blocks beside Mia and the other sprinter and waited for Mia’s coach to give the signal.

	“Set,” the coach said.

	Alexa raised her hips, adamant she would smoke the competition. The whistle sounded and she bolted away from the starting line. Her legs drove her forwards relentlessly. Every muscle fibre ignited and propelled her down the track. Accelerating into a frantic pace she raised her head to focus on the finish line, but she noticed a vague blur in her peripheral vision. It was Mia. Somehow, despite her thickened physique she was still incredibly fast. Mia quickly developed a sizeable lead and ploughed straight through the finishing line. Alexa and the other sprinter trailed behind.  

	Mia slowed to a walking pace, turned around and complimented Alexa on a great race. “We’re doing some drills now, you’re welcome to join us Alexa,” she said as her and the other sprinter made their way back across the track. Alexa stood still catching her breath and watched Mia’s juicy ass as it wobbled away. Her strong glutes were slathered in dense softness and jiggled beneath the tight running shorts. 

	Mia spat angrily onto the racetrack. How had she lost?




	“In all my years of coaching, I have never witnessed anything like this,” Mia’s coach said, furrowing his brow. He loudly sipped his coffee and thunked his mug down onto the desk. Mia, sat on the other side of his desk, was on the verge of tears. He closed his eyes, placed his fingertips on his forehead and begun lightly massaging his wrinkled brow. 

	Another week had passed and Mia had grown even bigger, jeopardising her prospects as a sprinter. Her weight had risen steadily every day and her 5’7 frame now sat at almost 200 pounds. However, her weight distribution over the past week had been a little unusual.

	Her prized abdominals were still slightly visible just as they were last week, maintaining only a slight coating of softness. Her facial features had also remained largely unchanged, only rounding slightly. Even her arms had kept a cushioned weekend warrior look. 

	Mia’s coach withdrew his fingers from his head and opened his eyes. He let his gaze wander over at Mia’s body once more, still unable to believe it. 

	Somehow, her breasts had utterly ballooned. They were even bigger today than they were yesterday. Her enormous breasts hung so low they nearly touched her lap. She’d understandably neglected to wear bras as her growth had been nothing short of supersonic. Her nipples were now almost in line with her navel and by tomorrow morning he was sure they would be.

	Mia silently wiped away small tears that ran down her cheeks using the sleeve of her old hoody. This hoody still fit her - as long as she didn’t attempt to zip it up of course. Her outfits now always consisted of a baggy 3XL t-shirt and a hoody or jacket that would be impossible for her to zip up. But even a baggy t-shirt of this size did little to mask her growth.

	Her thighs and ass had taken the other brunt of her weight gain and she now sported a perfectly spherical bubble butt. Thinking ahead somewhat, she had purchased an incredibly stretchy pair of leggings earlier in the week, but these would probably also need to size up fairly soon.

	Her coach stared at her body for a second, noting how her hips were now too wide for the chair and were squashed flat against the armrests on either side. He reasoned her petite, muscular derrière was buried under there somewhere, likely never to be seen again.

	He gave her a sad smile as he finally processed the reality of the situation. His superstar sprinter had morphed into a real life Jessica Rabbit and her sprinting career was over.

	“It was my utmost pleasure to have been your coach, Mia,” he started.

	“I knew you were something special the moment I saw you jumping hurdles; I was like; this girl cannot jump hurdles to save her life, but boy can she run.”

	Mia let out an uncontrolled giggle and struggled to hold back a sob.

	“I knew you were special then, and you’ll go on to be special now, whatever you put your mind to.”

	Mia’s brow wrinkled as she realised what he was saying.

	“Coach,” she cleared her throat trying to compose herself, “Coach are you saying - are you no longer going to coach me?”

	His cheeks took on a crimson hue.

	 “Well, I mean, Mia…” he gave a sort of small flustered motion with his hands and shrugged his shoulders slightly. He opened his mouth as though he was going to speak, but he didn’t actually say anything.

	Tears welled in Mia’s eyes once more. She rose to her feet and made towards the door.

	“Mia!” he called out, “Mia wait!”

	She swung his office door open and stormed off down the corridor, her fat ass wobbling to and fro in her wake.  




	It was early morning and Alexa had just started her warmup routine. She squatted down and rummaged through her duffel bag for her running cap. As she pulled her hat from her bag she saw a figure approaching from the stands. It was an unusual time for those other than athletes and coaches to be out here, and judging from the silhouette this person was neither.

	As the figure drew closer Alexa recognised who it was. It was Mia.

	However, Mia had morphed into a phenomenally top heavy hourglass shape of impossible proportions. Her gigantic breasts were wobbling with every step and she’d somehow managed to squeeze them into a sports bra. Alexa struggled to believe sports bra’s were actually produced at this size.

	Mia kept sauntering towards Alexa, each step causing her upper body to bounce and jiggle chaotically. As Mia got closer Alexa noticed just how monumental her transformation had become. There was nothing left of the lean, ripped sprinter of yore. Her entire body had thickened up to some degree, but it was her breasts that had grown to an absurd size. They looked utterly comical in a sports bra and her vast chasm of cleavage could easily swallow Alexa’s entire arm. 

	Alexa let her eyes slide down Mia’s body, observing how different her gait was. With each footstep she had to counterbalance to support the immense swing of her breasts as they jiggled from side to side. Tight running shorts that once displayed defined quads now showed off smooth, fluffy thighs that emitted a slight chafing sound as she walked. A wave of guilt washed over Alexa.

	“Hey!” Mia waved radiantly as she drew close. 

	“Hey! Mia!” Alexa smiled, trying to mask her sudden guilt.

	“You may have noticed - or definitely noticed, that I have unintentionally gained a bit of weight recently.”

	Alexa nodded slowly, giving a sad smile. 

 	“So, sorry if I’m not up to my usual standard. I’ll still give you some competition though!” 

	“I’m certain you will!” Alexa replied, lying through her teeth. 

	Alexa glanced over towards the stands, “Where’s your Coach?”

	Mia adjusted her sports bra and even this minor movement caused her chest to wobble, “Oh, he couldn’t make it today.”

	Alexa simply nodded and placed her running cap on her head.

	“Well, I was just about to warm up and jog a few laps, if you want to join me?” Alexa asked.



	They set off at a comfortable pace around the track, Mia setting the pace. Alexa watched Mia as she ran, somewhat impressed she was able to run at all. Her breasts were easily visible from behind and they seemed to be colliding with her arms with every stride. Vast quantities of side boob was on display, her enormous sports bra obviously struggling to contain them fully. Both bum cheeks bounced rhythmically and her shorts were becoming tightly sucked into her butt crack, visually separating each cheek and prominently highlighting how round her ass had become.

	Abruptly, Mia stopped. So abruptly that Alexa almost ran straight into the back of her.

	“Hey, you alright?” Alexa asked.

	Mia was breathing somewhat heavily and looked distraught. She lowered herself onto the grassy section next to the asphalt and knelt down. Her fattened ass sank gently into the heels of her trainers and she struggled to hold back tears. Her giant chest rose and fell as her breathing grew more intense.

	“Hey, Mia,” Alexa knelt down next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

	“Mia, I’m sorry.” 

	Her guilt ravaged within her. 

	Mia looked at Alexa, tear filled eyes glistening in the sunlight. 

	“I’m sorry,” Alexa said again, staring deep into Mia’s eyes, “I’m sorry this happened to you.”

	Alexa spread her arms wide and hugged Mia. She sank into the soft chest and it felt oddly pleasurable. She squeezed Mia tighter and for some reason tried to imagine these giant breasts were her own. As she squeezed tighter she sank deeper. She closed her eyes and let the warm, sweaty breasts hug her entire upper body. 

	Mia squealed and both of them toppled onto the grass.

	“Sorry!” Alexa said, realising what she'd done.

	Mia giggled.

	“Wow, that was some hug,” she said, propping herself up on one elbow. 

	Propped up like this her breasts drooped down and spilled onto the grass.

	“I can’t sprint anymore, but I guess I have become rather cuddly,” she gave her chest two pats with her free hand.

	Alexa's cheeks reddened slightly. 

	“Sprinting’s overrated anyway,” she said.

	This didn’t have the consoling effect she’d intended and Mia’s expression saddened.

	“Hey, fuck training, do you want to get breakfast with me?”

	Mia’s eyes lit up, “Yes. A massive one. I no longer have a trainer and I no longer have a diet.”

	Alexa sprung to her feet, and helped Mia back up. She could finally sprint faster than Mia Turner and yet all she could think about was having tits bigger than hers.»