From the private phone records of Georgia and her sister, Grace.
Grace: Hey little bro, what's up?
Georgia: Uhhh, sis, I need your help. Something really weird and really embarrassing just happened...
Grace: Uh, who the hell is this? Last I checked George didn't have a girlfriend.
Georgia: Grace, it's ME. GEORGE! Some weird ice cream lady turned me into a hot girl with, like... REALLY big boobs...
Like, RIDICULOUSLY big...
Oh GOD my back is KILLING ME...
Grace: Uh-HUH. Did George put you up to this? Tell him I said I admire his commitment to the bit, but I'm really busy right now and I don't have time for-
Georgia: WA-WA-WAIT, I can PROVE IT! Remember freshman year at Sala U? Remember that THING you made me promise never to tell anyone? That thing you did with your boyfriend, with the fursuit and the banana, and you-
Grace: GYAH! OKAY OKAY IT'S YOU! JESUS, George, don't say all that out LOUD! Or, is it technically "Georgia" now...?
Georgia: ... I don't have time to analyse why hearing you say "Georgia" like that made my heart go all fluttery. I need you to pick me up, like, asap.
Grace: Why, did that witch break your legs too or something? Knowing you you had to have done SOMETHING to piss her off...
Georgia: Haha, very FUNNY! And why are you so sure I did something to deserve this, anyways?!
Grace: C'mon, what'd you doooooo~?
Georgia: .. she caught me staring at her tits...
Grace: What was that?
Georgia: SHE CAUGHT ME STARING AT HER TITS, OK?!
Grace: HAHAHA! Serves you right, then! Don't think I haven't noticed you doing that to other girls too, every now and again.
Georgia: I-I wasn't being a perv or anything though, I SWEAR! I was looking at them for... other reasons, ok...?
Grace: Hmm. Alright. Tell me more.
Georgia: What, about her tits? I mean, they were HUGE. I've never seen tits like that outside of, like, THOSE kinds of sites, and even THEN, these looked REAL. Sure, they weren't as big as mine are right now, but they were ROUND, and BOUNCY, and-
Grace: No no NO, I meant tell me more about what happened!
Georgia: Oh! R-Right! Sorry... well, I was on a walk downtown, when this ice cream truck pulled up. I haven't had ice cream in a while, so I figured I'd get some. I ordered "two scoops, as big as you can make 'em" and she gave me this smirk, and I could have sworn I saw her eyes glow under her baseball cap. So she serves me up a double cone, and I dig in. It was SO GOOD, sis. It was like, the best ice cream I've ever had. Mint and strawberry with chocolate and vanilla sprinkles. I was in heaven!
So much so I completely missed all the changes! My skin is so soft now, and my face is so cute. My hair is so long, and it keeps getting in my eyes and mouth, and my hips are so wide I think I would have had some trouble getting through doors even before these beach balls grew on my chest! My... you know what is gone too, and that feels SO WEIRD, but also... kinda good, I guess? In fact, as weird and finicky as I am about all of these changes, part of me kinda... likes it?
But these dang COW UDDERS are the worst! They keep bouncing and sloshing around with every little move I make, and this top is SO TIGHT it feels like they might pop out any second now! Forget running, I'd probably just hit myself in the face with these sweater puppies, hell, even WALKING at a brisk pace HURTS. I keep trying to support them with my arms, but it's like hugging two water beds or something. Worse still, I spilled some ice cream on them, and I can't clean it up without people staring and oogling at my chest! And they're soooo heavy! I'm already winded from carrying these things one block down the road, I'll never get home at this rate! Please come pick me up!
Grace: Alright, alright, I'll come pick you up, I gotta see this for myself, haha.
Georgia: Please hurry. It's really hot today, and I think I'm getting underboob sweat...
Grace: Oh you poor dear. Don't worry, big sis will be there soon, and then I'll teach you all the wonders of sports bras and tampons, haha.
Georgia: T-T-TAMPONS?! Wait, you don't think I'll actually have... a time of the MONTH now, d-do you? Grace? GRACE?!
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