Puberty is a time that’s both exciting and scary. It’s a time when one’s body chooses to grow in ways that’s frankly, hard to imagine at first. New features start to form. The mind’s focus moves to more… Intimate things. Developing and becoming an adult in body, while the mind is still fighting to figure things out. It’s a rough process from start to finish. Anyone who’s been through puberty can agree, it’s not exactly the most beautiful transformation.


Hormones start kicking in. 


Teenagers start worrying about every little thing. How they smell, how they look. This week's zits, hair growing in ways and places that just look terrible. Even more awkwardly, voices start squeaking and adjusting. A chorus of voice cracks that’s both beautiful and hilarious to any adults that get to hear them at any given time. Memories of when they were that squeaky voiced teenager.


And among nature's various blessings, there are those who become stronger. Curvier. Bigger…




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Majestic Middle School


Excellence! Education! Enrichment!
We’re the winners of tomorrow!
We rock!
We shock!
We’ll knock-
‘em Dead!
We’re MAJESTIC!


* Founder, 
Professor Jenney “Majestic” Fields




The famous alma mater of one of the states most prostestious schools. A learnin gscenet where the development of the students is priority one above all else, along with their safety. The school’s become famous for producing a number of young minds with high profile futures. Grasping high grade courses at young ages, understanding and learning the values of training the mind. Not to mention, pushing themselves to the limit physically in anything thye put their mind to.


It’s become a center of all sorts. Academics, sports, clubs and so on. Any subject, any class, and you’d be hard pressed to not find somefur who wasn’t good at it. Maybe even better than some adults. But unlike the other schools that pile on the work, students are encouraged to make the best of their time. Work, study, rest; it is a mix and match of needs and wants. 


All that matters is that students felt comfortable enough to keep going.


        “That’s it Casey! Be aware of your movements!” The encouraging voice of the teacher reverberated throughout the large gymnanism.


Casey heeds her teacher’s words as she steps up for her practice run on the provided vault. 


The lemur girl takes a moment to close her eyes, putting her hands together as she takes a deep breath. She becomes more aware of her body. Every muscle twitch, every inch of black and gray fur from her head to her toe. Her curly pink hair is put up into a pair of ponytails. She loved dying her natural silver hair bright pink when away or rainbow when on her home turf. The sensation of her blue leotard holding onto her body with every deep breath. The swish of her big bushy tail behind her, reading her and unable to stand still with excitement. 


A bold smile forms as she opens her eyes and takes a running start. As she jumped, the rushing wind across her body felt amazing. Eyes focused on what she's doing, spinning and twirling in the air again and again as she keeps going. Her muscles tighten from tension. Her bones impact against every step and handstand on the soft ground surface. She doesn’t focus on anything else than her body’s movement in action. 


Once she comes to a halt, arms in the air, tail back behind her, she opens her eys and sees where she is now. Casey smiled as her coach brought a towl and water bottle to her, smiling. 


The older giraffe’s wearing a fullbody jumpsuit. She looks much younger than she actually is, something she’s very proud of. Painted nails, orange streaks mixed into her blond hair. Even with her makeup, she could do a full workout daily and still look like she’d just finished her makeup. 


        “Excellent work Casey! You’ve been putting in a lot of work. It’s impressive, and commendable, but make sure you get some rest and don’t wear yourself out too much, okay?” She pats the young lemur on the back as she accepts the water and the towl she provided. 


        “Thanks Mrs.Nachtnebel!” Casey chugged the water, feeling far thirstier than normal from the end of her intense workout and practice. “I try to take it easy but I LOVE gymnastics too much to stop! It just feels amazing, you know?”


        “Of course darling! I’ll never forget my own youth with cheerleading and being the head of my squad. It was such a magical time of discovery! I felt so enriched and so powerful! SO-”


        “Majestic?” Casey laughed as she finished her teacher’s usual inspiring speech. Being so easily predictable, she caught herself, trying to hide her embarrassment. 


        “But of course. It’s a part of life! Growing up and learning more of what you like and don't like. What you’re passionate about! It means the world when you find that thing and push yourself in it. As long as you always remember why you love it, it’ll never get old! Now, why don’t you take a breather. Can’t do much with tired muscles afterall.”


        “Okay!” Casey slung the towel over her shoulder as she went to the bleacher where her friends had gathered.


Casey had everything that a young middle school girl could want. Good friends, a happy family, feeling confident about herself and her dream of going to the olympics. While shy when not around others, she felt compelled to push herself when eyes are on her. Maybe it was her natural competitor spirit. It could have been her own pride in her skills she wanted to show off. Not likely, but the fact of the matter is that Casey just felt more natural. At peace even. 


Natural…


Natural…


While Casey talked to her friends, she unintentionally touched her chest with her forearm while scratching at her shoulder. It wasn’t as if it was sudden or painful. Just a small brush up against a small bump. She didn’t make a scene of it as she talked to her friends but in her mind, she was somewhat confused. She didn’t have a chest like her mom, or even like her friends. 


They’d felt a bit odd every now and then lately. Nothing uncomfortable but she’d begun to notice them more. Washing in the shower, putting on her shirts or leotard. Sometimes whenever she was just in class or minding her own business, her mind would drift down to the soft mounds. The nipples, the way they felt or every little bump against them of her shirt.


At first, she just put it off as nothing more than focusing too much on them. Like that one braid of hair that just wouldn’t stay in place. 


But over time, the thoughts about them grew more frequent. 


        ‘I’m sure it’s nothing.’ She brushed off the invasive worries. ‘Just my body being weird or whatever.’ 
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Days turned into weeks.


Casey continued on with her daily life, free of any real worries and enjoying herself. On occasion, she’d think about her chest but it didn’t seem like an issue worth worrying over. She continued to push the notion away further and further until she’d go days at a time without even remembering what she was worried about. 


Her worries didn’t start again, until she began to face reality in sex education.


At first it was the rumors of what they’ll be learning. About how sex works, how adults do it and ther ewere even whispers of ‘live demonstrations’. Word traveled fast and it was nerve wracking, especially for a bunch of girls surrounded by a bunh of just hormonal boys. It wasn’t until they met the teacher who reassured them that the rumors were in fact that; rumors. 


The other rumors however turned out to be true about her. 


Sex Ed had been missing a teacher due to the previous one suddenly retiring and being replaced with a new teacher.


Well over six feet tall, the tall moose woman is the picture perfect idea of a woman. A stacked chest far too big to be held by her button up conservative shirt. An incredibly hard to avoid curve behind her that forms from her long red skirt. Silky brown short hair and enough muscle to put even the male teachers to shame. Despite her appearance, she’s incredibly sweet and soft spoken but also incredibly direct. Given her class, it’s an invaluable trait. 


Over the weeks, Mrs.Carbuncle as she introduced herself as, would explain to the budding young men and women in her class what puberty is. 


For the boys, they learned that their bodies would begin to stack more muscles. Depending on their species, they’ll grow bigger and stronger. Any baby teeth still around will be lost, replaced with full adult teeth. Fur and hair growing in places around the body and so on. 


For the girls, they were slowly introduced to what womanhood had in store for them as well. Some of it is similar to the boys but in a far more delicate manner. Casey had slight ideas of what to expect but it was an entirely different experience actually hearing the results. The one that caught her attention more than anything was the fact that her chest had a chance of growing bigger. Just hearing that, she could feel her chest tighten. Was it from fear? Her little buds getting even bigger? Either way, it felt-


        “Scary? Of course it will feel scary! That’s the magic of life at work!” Mrs.Carbuncle said without missing a beat at the question asked in class. “You’re all becoming adults and it’s my job to help nurture and introduce this new world to you all!”


Casey was thankful she didn’t ask the question herself and it was someone else in class. Instead, it just made the lemur girl remember that faint fear that creeped up on her. It came back, bigger and stronger. And worst of all, it wouldn’t leave her alone… 


The weeks then become months.


As time passed, her worries grew more. Just like her chest. 


Casey couldn’t stop thinking about it now. Ever since she learned that they’d only gret bigger and more… Apparent. She wondered how big they could get. The health teacher mentioned that they could get as big as her mom’s and while she wasn’t the busstiest woman she knew, Casey wasn’t excited for that kind of future. With how sensitive they seemed to get and bigger every single time she thought about them… It felt like a losing battle. The lemur girl went about her days but it was too hard to NOT notice now. Her chest IS getting bigger. At the start of the year, she wasn't that impressive, especially when compared to other, older girls a grade or two ahead.


But Casey’s chest blossomed like a flower come spring.


By the time summer vaccation had come and gone, she went from a modest, small chest to an impressive and not so subtle rack of her own.Well into maybe a large b cups into a generous small c cup. 


Her mother was so happy, telling Casey she’s becoming a beautiful young woman, even taking her out to get her first set of bras! 


… Only to be amazed that before the end of summer, they were already too small and Case needed new, bigger ones!


Her leotard squashed her chest, hiding them somewhat but the added weight, the need to move and get comfortable with them, was weighing her down. Literally and metaphorically. Casey’s mom called her a beautiful young woman and it…. Frustrated her?  Casey didn’t know what to exactly call it. But so much attention being put into her chest just made her feel like she didn’t have a choice in it at all. During cheer practice, she’d grown more concerned over her size and the extra sense of weight over her skills.


Day by day, the tension seemed to worry her more and more. It didn’t matter what she was doing at all, her mind would always wander back to the idea of her going through puberty and experiencing more of life’s little “surprises”. It was intimidating and made her stomach churn more and more. Little by little.


Not to mention, the lemur girl felt like the boys were eyeing her up more now.


During one lunch, while she ate, a piece of broccoli fell on her shirt. As she whipped it up, she swore, she could feel everyone looking at her. Especially the guys sitting on the opposite side of the table from her. Glancing at her hands goes across her t-shirt. Trying to see what kind of bra she’s wearing and the sort. Her awareness expanded down to her chest, feeling them itch and tickle against the fabric. Reminding her of their steady growth. Like they were putting a show on for them all.


        ‘I'm just imagining things. I know I am.” 


And to an extent, she’s not wrong.  But there was always that feeling. Of some pair of eyes roaming around her body. Always trying to look at her from every angle possible. Especially when in her leotard or in her cheer outfit. Her chest is swelling ever so slightly day by day. Catching someone’s attention and holding them. Casey knew that wasn’t the case but she couldn’t help but feel somewhat self conscious at the meere idea of being watched. Covering her chest with her book bag, crossing her arms or laying her head on a desk instead of letting her growing chest press against the wood in class. 


Before the end of fall, Casey had gone from a modest, perky chest to something a few grades bigger than normal. Not excessively but there’s enough weight to her chest that she could feel and notice everything. Every bounce. Every jiggle and it didn’t matter who or what caused it.  Not even her bras could stop them from moving. 


And the thing that made it worse was during practies.


It was something Casey claimed as her own. She’d been doing it so long and so much, every move and breath felt natural. She didn’t need to think. She didn’t need to decide. Her body knew how to move. Her mind knew what to decide. It wasn’t difficult at all. 


But that had changed, along with her body.


To make things worse, it wasn’t just her chest that had changed. 


Her hips expanded. She started gaining more curves in… Other places. Places that made her feel embarrassed and ashamed. Even with Mrs.Carbuncle’s lessons on her body growing the same kind of curves that she has, it didn’t make her feel better. The way her outfits snagged into her ass crack, the sensaton of a mistep causing something to possibly slip or stick out. The extra tight confines of her hips being squished into the conforming outfits. Not even new ones helped her all that much.


It was even worse when doing cheerleading. With only a skirt and tank top, it exaggerated her form even more. Especially when her skirts would flip up on a jump or landing.


What was once an after throught, turned into full blown worry. 


And for that, Casey’s work suffeored. 


While jumping around, performing her movmenets, she was worried that the boys would be looking at her. That her friends and other girls would judge her and make her seem like that's exactly what she’s trying to do. Instead of the near flawless performances Casey was known for, the multi-colored haired lemur would stumble, trip and make simple mistakes that she just didn’t do. It was a bitter pill to swallow that she’s getting worse….


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Winter is just getting started and Casey went to someone who she knew she could talk to. 


Not the health teacher. She had a good heart but Casey needs someone who she’s much more comfortable with. And even with learning all about the changes in her body, something inside Casey resented the older moose woman, if only slightly. 


Especially not her mom. Casey’s mom worried about her feelings too much and the constant attention she pointed to Casey’s chest didn’t make it any better. Not that she doesn’t love her mother but being reminded of the two things that were making her life miserable wasn’t a good thing either.


So Casey went to her coach, Mrs.Nachtnebel. 


It was after school so Casey knew that she’d be in her office. Remembering the policy that if a student had anything they wanted to talk about, she was always there. Casey never really thought about that until recently so took it as a sign to go to her for help and advice. 


Thankfully, she wasn’t busy and didn’t have anyone to talk to, so she was just reading a magazine. 


The older giraffe looked so dignified. Like she didn’t have a single worry on her mind and just enjoyed herself in the moment. And while Casey never really thought about it before, she’s very… Busty. Her tracksuits did very little to hide that fact as well. It’s almost funny how little attention Casey paid to that sort of thing until now.


        “Casey!” the peppy giraffe exclaimed as she put down her magazine. “Isn’t this a surprise! Come in, come in! How can I help you?”


Casey took a deep breath, exhaling as she walked into the office, closing the door behind her. Casey took the seat across from the cheerleading and general coach. She didn’t know where to look as she tried to get her words together. Obserivin the office is filled to the brim with printed news clips of her students over the years.


        “Well… Um…” The lemur couldn’t find the words. It wasn’t something she was used to talking about and her words just felt stuck in her throat. 


        “Casey. Deep breaths. It’s okay. It’s just you and me in here.” The older woman could obviously see the hesistances and reassured her student. 


Maybe it was the months of worry. Maybe it was the build up of finally getting the courge to come in here. Maybe it was just the gentle reassurance from her coach. 


But right then and there, Casey started crying. 


The frustrations with her body finally got to her and just some kind words were the right thing to get her feelings out. Mrs.Nachtnebel, stood up from behind her desk and placed her hand on the worried simian’s shoulders to reassure her. 


Then Casey started blurting out everything. How much she hated her body changing. How big her chest was becoming. That she was worried that her body was taking away the thing she’s good at. The thing she loved to do. That she’s a freak with giant balloon tits that won’t stop growing. Her worries just kept coming and coming and Casey didn’t even know how much she had bottled up. 


For seven or so minutes, she just blurted out exactly how she felt. All the while, the coach didn’t stop her. Didn’t tell her to hold back. She just encouraged the young girl to express herself, just as she always had with all her students. A little time after, Casey was just sniffing and wiping the tears off her face, using tissues that the coach had offered to her midway through her rant. She didn’t say anything, just being there and letting Casey vent as much as she needed in quiet acceptance.


The entire time this was going on, Casey could feel her chest growing even more. Filling up her shirt ever so slightly, as if responding to the frustration she has from them.


        “Are you feeling okay enough to talk now?” She asked after her student had clamed down, tenderly rubbing her back.


        “Y-yes, Mrs.Nachtnebel.” 


        “Call me Nancy, Casey. It’s okay.”


Nancy finally stood up from beside her student and went back behind the desk. 


        “Believe it or not, I understand a lot of what you’re going through.” Casey looked up, her pink hair disheveled and messy from exhaustion and letting the pent up stress out. “Not just from experience from other students before who’ve gone through the same thing.”


Nancy pulled open one of the drawers, pulling out a series of pictures that she handed to the still shaking young girl. They’re all pictures of the coach when she was around her age. And just like all of them, she’s flat but each picture after, she’s more endowed. She looks sad and upset but in the final picture, she’s far more happy and cheering without a care in the world. Casey swears she could see herself back before her breasts got in the figurative way.


        “I’ve been where all of you have been. Every woman has. It’s not easy dealing with a body that doesn’t want to listen to you and do things you don’t want it to. But the thing is, you can’t let that stop you from doing what you love. It’s annoying, it’s frustrating. But that’s why we’re here. Your mom, us teachers; we’re here to help guide you through this confusing time.”


Casey sat there, just contemplating what to say next. But the coach was already a few steps ahead.


        “I know you want to talk about your performance.” At this the scared lemur tightened up, as if she’s about to be hit. “I’ve been aware it hasn’t been your best lately. So,” Casey was handed a lanyard with a card on it, matching the one the coach is wearing. “I had this made so you can come here and get some special practice with me on the weekends. A new body can be hard to move around in. There will be others there with you but don’t worry. We’re all in this together.”


        “So… I can still keep doing gymnastics and cheerleading?” Her voice cracked slightly in response. Either from puberty or from crying straining it.


        “Of course.”


For the first time in months. Casey felt somewhat normal. Like all the stuff that she’d been going through wasn’t the end of the world for her as she thought. While some part of her was still worried that she’d change for the worse, hearing that there’s others going through it and having someone listen to and help her meant the world to hear. Emotionally and mentally, Casey was relieved. Maybe it really was the weight of holding it all in and being embarrassed that waseally tying her down. Either way, she felt better and hopefu that things can get better.


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It wasn't easy.


Casey came to the gym on the weekend and she was with other girls that felt the same way that she did. With the coach’s first hand help and experience, she’s gonna be heping them as much as possible. 


It wasn’t something they’d be doing every single week. It would be about once every 2 weeks. 
The worst parts were of course, just letting things… Move as they would. No matter what, they would so they had to get used to doing them. And while alone would be a good way to physically do that, with others, it was supposed to make you feel more comfortable performing in public. 


Casey recognized some of the other girls, even a few close friends! Andy Mays, a skunk girl who was worried about her sweat stinking. Valley Chase, a lion girl who had worried how her fur was actually changing color and even Sally Ays, a cow who’s known around the school for being rather well endowed herself, almost enough to rival the teachers. The boys picke on her a lot or would do stuff like try to touch her and annoy her.


Of course, anyone who actually did got a punch to the nose, stomach or crotch. Sometimes all three.


It was here, Casey felt more at peace. And she realized that the coach wasn’t just making her feel better but letting her know she’s with others who understand.


In her leotard, she could move, bounce and jiggle as much as she needed, usually with encouraging words from her fellow girls and coach. All of them made her feel less alone. She wasn’t going through her trouble all by herself. That she was just another woman going through her own growing pains. 


As Casey danced and moved through the air, she became more aware of her body. Every added weight from the front and back. Side to sides. Even her tail felt like it had gotten just a little extra bulkier. And whenever she made some sort of mistake, her teacher would be there. Giving her advice or hearing some advice from older students who were happy to help them, just like others did for them. 


Casey came to understand this was sort of a tradition for the Majestic schools.  It was here they’d help each other overcoming their own issues and troubles. Getting used to their new, developing bodies. And help them all bloom into something more beautiful than anything else; into the best versions of themselves.


Even as fall was overtaken by winter, Casey felt herself getting better. She could flip, do handstands and move without worrying about her growing bust anymore. Even as they kept creeping up and making her the eye candy of her male students, she never stopped. That fear and embarrassment she felt earlier in the year began to fade away, rreplaced with assurance in who and what she is. The rainbow lemur wasn’t going to let something as simple as big tits stop her. She proudly and boldy cheered and performed at away games and she stuck out as she always did.


 And if others didn’t like it, well it’s tough for them.


        “Move your hips a bit more on the jump.”


        “Let me show you some dynamic stretches to help.”


        “Don’t be afraid to puff your chest out! Butterfly your arms on the landing!”


Her coach never stopped pushing her, giving her the advice to get better. To feel more comfortable and surpass the cheering girl she was before all this.


Even her mother was proud of the woman Casey is becoming. She dotted on and teased her daughter before but going to those bi-weekly weekend practices really did a lot to help her. It wasn’t easy, she’d come home soaked to the bone insweat but her mother picked up on just how much better Casey felt about herself. The teasing slowly came to an end as she came into her own as a young woman. 


However, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t stop teasing her daughter when going out shopping for bigger bras. That was something Casey just wasgon’t gonna hear the end of.


Towards the end of winter, Casey had blossomed a lot more than she imagined. Word around the school was that the lemur girl was stuffing her chest to look bigger. But plenty of girls in her gym class confirmed it was a big fat lie. Her chest had grown to sizes comparable to the teachers, maybe even bigger in just a short year!




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Months of hard work. Sweat. And some tears.


All of it was slowly building up over time. Just like it did her confidence. It wasn’t something she was worried about anywhere like she was last year. Casey felt like she’d finally started to come into her own full self. The version of her that accepted and grew from simply having a bigger chest. 


And just like her mother told her, the young lemur girl went from a small-ish chest to breasts as big, if not slightly bigger than her own head. Heavy, perky and bouncy. They looked almost too big for her frame but that wasn’t stopping her at all. While her hips and butt did take on some curves of their own, they paled in comparison to her newly stacked chest. 


Of course, a lot of boys, especially the older ones, were mezmorized by her. It wasn’t just a coincidance that attendance for her school’s gymnastic & cheerleading competitions became a more popular event. 


To her, it didn’t matter how many, if any, decided to come and watch them now. Casey simply wanted to do what she loved. And with months of hard work and condiance of working on her body in tow, it all came together.


The balance beams.


The Uneven bars.


Vaulting.


And especially ribbon dancing.


Casey could do it all just like before. Even better!


Besides the obvious ooggling of her tits, a lot of the other students were impressed with her movements. The flowing motion. The flexibility. It was like watching music in motion to many of them. It became rather common for other girls to want to attempt to be a gymnast in their own rights and join their after school activity. 


And while a lot of them didn’t stick, they did come out of it understanding just how much work went into being as good as their star, Casey. Especially with someone as “gifted” as Casey.


She didn’t stop going to the bi-weekly weekend event with the other girls. The more she did it, the better she felt about her changing body. There were other issues with it every now and then but that didn’t stop her. With confidence in how she deals with her body, even with a crowd around her, Casey wasn’t afraid anymore. Her big bountiful chest was just another part of her. And there’s nothing with them or her. 


        “How's our little star doing?”


Casey turns to Mrs.Nachtnebel, a smile on her face. The giraffe woman comes closer, handing the hardworking gymnast a towl to wipe away her sweat, which she took.


        “Tired after a long period but not too bad.” In the middle of her response, the well stacked young wlady, used the towl to clean up the impressive collection of sweat she had built up from her clevage. “Still getting used to having to clean that up if anything.”


The giraffe woman laughed.


        “I know, it’s frustrating but hey, better than leaving it in!”


Casey laughed, her face scrunched up at the idea of leaving sweat under her clothes and getting all nasty. While she was still getting herself together, the dotting teacher left, a knowing smile on her face. She’d seen many young ladies who felt the same way as the little lemur. Scared, afraid of their own bodies. Seeing another one get over that fear always made her feel proud. That she’d done her job as a teacher right.


Unaware of just how proud her teacher is, Casey removed her leotard, throwing it into her bag, turning to the mirror in the locker she’s standing in front of. 


The not so little lemur had grown quite a bit in the past year or so. Her fur looked more mature, darker and closer in shade to her mom. She’d grown maybe another three or four inches. Her bright pink hair still looked as vibrant as the day she had it dyed.  But now here she is. Save for some panties, mostly nude and looking at her new body. Her nipples are a shade of peach pink, similar to her panties. She held each boob, feeling the heft and extra weight, mystified at how much she’s grown in just a year. Big and soft to the touch. Casey learned to play with them and they felt good when massaged the way she’d done so many times over. Especially late at night after a very long day.


Instead of fear in the young girl's face, there is a bemused smile.


        “Can't believe I was scared of you two at one point.” 


A hand under each one, she made them bounce and jiggle in the plam of her hands. ALong with the rest of her hand. Just big pieces of muscle and fat. Just another part of her. Something she’s proud to call hers. And given she’s only in the 5th grade, she’s easily going to grow bigger. 


But there’s no need for her to worry about something like that. 


Afterall, Casey is still Casey. Big tits or bigger tits.


END