The Glam Collection [breast expansion]

At The Mounds of Madness

Londie wasn't sure what she was doing, signing up for the school hike. She'd never been an outdoor person. She pushed her glasses up anxiously at the sight of the mountain outside the bus window.

"Looks nice," Sara, her girlfriend, giggled from her seat next to her. "And breezy!"

Londie hummed in agreement, adjusting the straps of the haversack on her lap. She remembered why she was here: to get a load taken off her chest. Fighting with her mom, her failing grade, and her ex reappearing on Instagram after a massive, massive boob job. In the photoset she saw last night, Cora had been in a tight red wet-look jumpsuit, the top unzipped nearly all the way for a humongous pair of jugs that she jiggled proudly in the video attached.

Londie had watched it on loop. Something about it was now terrifyingly hot, in the way that created sensations between her legs. She switched to cat videos the second her roommate Fion returned to the dorm.

"I thought we were going to a lake," Alexis, her classmate, grouched from the seat behind her.

"You need to open your eyes to read, Miss Parnapy," their teacher Mrs Farrer joked. "It stated quite clearly on the sign-up that this is called The Mounds."

"This mountain is called what?" Fion questioned.

"The Mounds," Mrs Farrer shrugged. "I have no idea why."

"Well. It does look like a giant tit—"

"Kalia! Language!"

"Giant tower! I said tower!"

Fion laughed. Londie did too, in order to stop thinking about how much their mountain really did resemble a shapely breast. Even worse, there was a big rock on its summit that very much resembled a—

"Everybody off!" huffed the bus driver. She was a bricky, stout lady in her 60s who looked at the class like they were idiots. "Back here what time again?"

"Four-thirty latest," Mrs Farrer said. She pulled on her backpack and motioned for the small group of five to step off the bus. "In pairs," she specified.

"What are we, kindergarteners?" Alexis scoffed.

"It's basic protocol, Parnapy! And you're with me!"

"Oh, c'mon."

"Sorry dear," she moved Kalia and her bag in front of her. "Madison called to say that she simply had to cover for a friend at work today."

The rules were fairly simple— no going anywhere alone, maps and water on hand at all times. Sara pouted when she was paired with Fion instead of her girlfriend, but that was it. Londie liked that Sara didn't fuss. Cora, for one, fussed way too much: where to eat, what to wear to eat, do these shoes make my legs look dumpy, etc etc.

Cora didn't seem such a fusspot now, not according to her latest Instagrams. They were all of her in a dizzying array of bright costumes and wonderous boobs that seemed to fluctuate wildly in size. But never anything smaller than her head. She looked desperately at Sara then, latching onto the familiar sight of her simple chest. It showed just lightly out of her sports jersey.

"Okay Lon, you've had your look," Kalia slapped her shoulder. "Where do you wanna start?"

-

About an hour passed. Kalia and Londie sat on a rocky slope and ate the sandwiches from Londie's lunch tin. Kalia finished two in a few bites and stood up to stretch and yawn. Her crop top hiked up in the process and Londie caught sight of two satin red cups underneath.

Fuck. She threw her gaze to the ground.

"You make a mean sammich," Kalia said.

"Thanks."