Gently kicking her legs back and forth as she rested her body on her blanketed bed, Ami yawned lazily as she plucked out another cookie from the bag, placing it into her open, welcoming mouth as she calculated formulas and prepared elaborate chemical experiments in her mind. Chemistry was hard work, and with the finals only two months in the future, now was the time to cram all this info in. She wasn't sure she had enough time! It was coming at her faster than she had anticipated, and, if she were to accomplish her dreams of being a nurse, she had to start early.
Now was the time.
She rose from her bed, lazily brushing crumbs off her bust. It was then that she noticed something peculiar. Her breasts were usually petite, rather slender and light. Next to Matoko, whose breasts were rather large, this was somewhat embarrassing for Ami. She was aware that breast size wasn't that big of a deal. What were breasts aside from giant sacks of flesh, after all? She never understood just what was so appealing about massive balls of breast fat.
Still, the fact that they trembled made Ami coo in pleasure. Was she growing in that sense of the word? Her breasts weren't that much larger, but just enough so it may have been natural growth. However, there was another possibility. She could be accumulating fat. She darted into her bathroom, staring at the mirror as she pulled her shirt over her belly. Sure enough, there was a slight layer of pudge there. Nothing significant, but it was there, nevertheless, underneath the spheres of flesh. She poked it until the flesh swallowed up her first knuckle.
Ami cringed.
She wasn't a self-conscious girl, but she did not like the idea of gaining weight. If anything, she felt downright disgusted with herself. She'd need to work this off, and, with less fights to deal with, there was now virtually no output for her calories. When she was younger, her metabolism was faster. Now, that wasn't quite the case.
What was she to do?