Leigh was having a terrible day. Actually no, Leigh would have welcomed a terrible day. Today was a inky black shade of fucking awful. Her toast had landed butter side down, traffic was a snarl that didn't seem to end, she was late to her first day at a new club, and now... THIS. They had talked about what might be causing such rapid growth in Mandy's dressing room, but Leigh cut the pointless theorizing short by calling attention to the simple fact that they had to get the hell out. Mandy passed out some star shaped pasties she had in a drawer (a small victory for modesty), and they wedged themselves out of the door and into the hallway.
Not surprisingly, the exterior doors were all barred from the outside. Cynthia thought to call for help, but all the metal from the converted warehouse's structure meant she couldn't get a signal on her phone. They continued to walk (increasingly slowly) though the darkened club in search of a clue.
It was hard enough trudging through the halls with two boulder sized breasts unbalancing her movements, but Mandy's nervous commentary made everything worse.
"What's going to happen if we don't get out of here soon?"
"My back hurts!"
"My parents are going to freak out when they see me."
"I think they stopped growing"
"Wait, ...nope."
"Do you think insurance will cover the cost of the reduction?"
Leigh snapped. "Dancers don't even have health insurance! Christ, for someone with a college degree you're sure are stupid."
Mandy was obviously hurt. "Well for a girl with pink hair, you sure are grouchy." "Hey, watch it!" Mandy's bust acted as a cushiony airbag as she collided with Leigh who had come to a full stop ahead of her. "What's the deal?"
Not surprisingly, the exterior doors were all barred from the outside. Cynthia thought to call for help, but all the metal from the converted warehouse's structure meant she couldn't get a signal on her phone. They continued to walk (increasingly slowly) though the darkened club in search of a clue.
It was hard enough trudging through the halls with two boulder sized breasts unbalancing her movements, but Mandy's nervous commentary made everything worse.
"What's going to happen if we don't get out of here soon?"
"My back hurts!"
"My parents are going to freak out when they see me."
"I think they stopped growing"
"Wait, ...nope."
"Do you think insurance will cover the cost of the reduction?"
Leigh snapped. "Dancers don't even have health insurance! Christ, for someone with a college degree you're sure are stupid."
Mandy was obviously hurt. "Well for a girl with pink hair, you sure are grouchy." "Hey, watch it!" Mandy's bust acted as a cushiony airbag as she collided with Leigh who had come to a full stop ahead of her. "What's the deal?"
"Quiet, I hear something."