Jessica pulled back the sliding closet door. Amidst shoe boxes and old clothes a girl that could only be Andrea was passed out on the hardwood floor. The evidence of her late night raid on her friend's left breast was bulging over the top of her unbuttoned jeans and pushing the hem of her shirt up past her belly-button.
Andrea was obviously guilty as hell, but her face was serene. Unabashed, the girl busied herself with sucking on her thumb. Milk dotted her face and chin. The front of her shirt was speckled as well. But could those breasts tenting the fabric have developed from insignificance overnight?
Jess decided to wake her friend. Something weird was going on. But nothing seemed to work. It was like the her body had shut down while it processed the massive influx of calories. And by the size of her belly, it would be awhile before it finished.
So Jessica did the next best thing. She tried to make her friend comfortable until she awoke.
Andrea was obviously guilty as hell, but her face was serene. Unabashed, the girl busied herself with sucking on her thumb. Milk dotted her face and chin. The front of her shirt was speckled as well. But could those breasts tenting the fabric have developed from insignificance overnight?
Jess decided to wake her friend. Something weird was going on. But nothing seemed to work. It was like the her body had shut down while it processed the massive influx of calories. And by the size of her belly, it would be awhile before it finished.
So Jessica did the next best thing. She tried to make her friend comfortable until she awoke.