Summer had just begun. While other college students were outside playing sports and going to the beach, Rena was inside playing the most recent AAA shooter.
After rage quitting in the middle of a match, Rena blamed the loss on her makeshift chair of two cinder blocks and a wooden board (which was as flat as she was). Rena's roommate Claire recommended that she just buy a proper chair. This suggestion caused the gamer to confess that she already spent all her spare cash on her new game and game console.
Claire, who just wanted her friend and roommate to enjoy summer outside, seized on the opportunity by offering Rena a deal. 'If you participate in all of the campus Summer Sports Fair events, I will buy you whatever chair you want.'
Rena almost declined but her competitive spirit wouldn't let her.
The first event was softball. Rena was up at bat, distracted by what was in her hands. The first pitch passed her by for a strike.
A college senior acting as coach called time out and told Rena that all she has to do was keep her eye on the ball. This advice triggered something in the gamer. Her breathing became slow and steady. It was just her and the softball.
The game resumed. The pitcher threw again, and this time Rena actually swung and hit the ball hard. As the force from her swing was transferred from the bat to the softball, Rena's breast grew to the object of her absolute attention. Rena was left in a daze immediately following her hit. Luckily, the senior was there to remind her to run the bases.
The three remaining Summer Sports events were soccer, basketball, and beach volleyball in that order. Again, the same gamer trance activated in Rena in each event. She didn't win all the events as focusing only on the ball doesn't lend to teamwork, but she was definitely the player everyone was paying attention towards.
The power of her kick inflated her breast to the size of soccer balls and got her team a goal. The magnitude of her leap enhanced her breasts to the size of basketballs and got her a sweet dunk. The potency of her spike blew up her breasts to beach balls and won her the final sporting event.
While everyone was talking about the girl with giant tits, Rena only cared about one thing: her prize. Honestly, she hadn't noticed anything else. Rena took out her cellphone and dialed. 'Hey, Claire. I want a beanbag chair. Thanks, bye.' With that, Rena went into her gamer trance one last time.
Needless to say, she wouldn't be leaving her room with her new 'beanbag chairs' anytime soon, and Rena wouldn't have it any other way.
Tags: breast expansion, nerdy, tomboy
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Story by Knowledgeless |
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Artwork by SednaStudio-LRC |
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