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You never thought that you’d find yourself in this situation. Wearing the girls school uniform after you were told that you wouldn’t get online instruction because of your condition. It was a difficult enough process trying to deal with the entire process of slowly transforming into a girl over the span of a week because of a chemical attack, and now they’re sending you right back. You’re in no case to make some sort of lawsuit and you’ve gotta get back to regular life somehow, there’s not much you can do about the decision.

A college with a dress code always seemed weird to you, but the scholarship you get for going there is too good to turn down. The girls uniform is good enough, but you often find yourself a bit forgetful. Somehow forgetting your panties every now and then but more often your bra. It’s not that big of a deal, being that you turned out rather flat in the front and back, but your nipples still poke through every now and then when it’s cold or you suddenly get a bit aroused out of nowhere.

There were other victims as well, just none from your school. A few women got turned into men, but most were guys to girls. Walking through the hallways, the experience isn’t so different since when you were a guy, but just a bit lower down with a bit of wind between your legs. The real not so fun part will be the women's restrooms and periods and such. At least, that’s what you thought until about a week in. You heard about some of the side effects of the attack, how it affects everyone differently, and it started to have an impact on you on one of those unlucky days where you forgot your undergarments.

The skirt is already not the most generous when it comes to length, and it not fitting today along with your forgetfulness will cause some pretty major issues. Sitting down in your first lecture, you struggle with your legs to find a position where you won’t be exposing yourself to anyone looking at you from the front of the class. The issue comes when you notice that your undershirt is getting a tad bit strained. You try to adjust it, assuming it just got caught on something, but there appears to be no issues. You keep fiddling with it, only for it to get even tighter. At the point where being discrete is becoming difficult, you decide to just let it sit.

After a few more minutes, something is clearly long. There’s not supposed to be any significant weight on your chest. Just a slight little bounce when going up stairs and running. But your shirt is so strained now, and you can feel a bit of jiggle and from messing with your shirt and moving around a bit. Even if you did bring your bra, it would probably be on the verge of breaking by now. As if it couldn’t get any worse, you feel your entire body getting hot and bothered. Your nipples rubbing against your shirt feels extra tingly, and you can’t help but try and rub them slightly to relieve it. Your efforts are only met with the urge to moan, as well as a warm, wet sensation between your legs.

Since you’re sitting in the back of the room, you suppose that it couldn’t be the worse thing to just go and relieve yourself. You’ve gotten pretty good at masturbating over the past few days. When you go to rub your clit, it feels so much better than it did before, causing your breath and legs to shake. You bite your lip down hard to stop yourself from making a sound that would definitely reveal your lewdness to the entire room. As you masturbate in the middle of class, the weight on your chest just keeps getting heavier, and warmer. Your hand that’s not abusing your clit tweaks on one of your hard, thick, sensitive nipples. It feels great, sending electricity down your spine, but it definitely doesn’t do you any favors in terms of growth.

Not paying attention to the class, the moment you hit climax also is the moment that the lecture ends. The hustle and bustle of people trying to leave gives you a bit of room to moan softly and shake and shudder as you ride out the greatest orgasm you’ve ever had. Deciding it would be best to leave with the crowd in order to disguise your much more voluptuous body, you get up and fall right back down. The weight from your behind is alien, and upon placing a hand back there, your hand sinks into your squishy behind. Your skirt fits even worse now, not even making an attempt to hide your much wider hips and dump truck ass.

Leaving the lecture hall as fast as you can, you can feel your hips sway with each step, along with the unfamiliar bouncing of your ass and tits. You’re positive everyone is watching, and do your best to get yourself into an isolated location as the buttons of your undershirt threaten to pop off. Eventually getting to a part of the building that no one really ever visits besides janitors, you stop and take a breath. It’s admittedly a little bit more difficult walking with all the extra weight and jiggle. But the bigger problem for now is how warm your breasts are and how your shirt is about to pop right open with how big they’ve gotten.

As you rub your thighs together, you can distinctly feel your own juices coat your inner thighs. Your body is violently horny, and your heavy, hot breasts beg to be played with. Your plate sized nipples are clearly visible even through two layers of clothing, and are made even more visible by the fact that they’re leaking! Leaking with what could only be fresh, warm milk. You hold them up to relieve some of the weight, but it only makes them lactate more and grow even bigger. Your entire body is shaking and quivering, but at least it seems like the growth has finally stopped. Now you just have to figure out how to get home and deal with your now ridiculously thick, leaky, and horny body…