As if randomly transforming into an anthropomorphic pony girl literally overnight hadn’t been horrifying enough already, Skyler barely had time to mourn the loss of his dick before his strange new, teenage body decided it was time again to go through puberty. Each day, Skyler dreaded to face the morning mirror, watching helplessly as her chest quickly outgrew her little sister’s old training bras, A cups and B cups. By the end of the week, Skyler had been forced to go bra shopping, and after two weeks, Skyler found to her dismay that she required a custom fit. With three weeks came the formal diagnosis of juvenile macromastia, and by the end of the month Skyler was toting breasts the size of basketballs. She hated the way they wobbled & bounced across her chest as she carefully navigated their unwieldy bulk down the hallway between classes, watching for wayward elbows & “accidental” collisions, trying in vain to to ignore an endless parade of hungry male stares & angry female glances. Her equine face fell. This morning in geometry class, the middle button of her uniform had finally given out – and now the whole school could plainly see the white lace of her orthopedic M cup bra through the gap. Skyler sighed; her shoulders ached. Today was gonna to be another long day.