Scootaloo sat at the edge of the pool kicking her legs back and forth in the water.
As she did, the girl closed her eyes and focused on the strange wobbling sensation coming from her chest.
It was a strange feeling to say the least.
She supposed she would get used to it but it would probably take a while.
Certainly the changes the teen had experienced over the Summer had happened so quickly that she was still a bit disoriented.
Thinking back to the end of the school year she remembered shooting up several inches.
Suddenly, she had gone from one of the shortest kids in her class to one of the tallest.
Not that she was complaining!
Training with Rainbow Dash had become much easier with her longer, stronger legs.
Then school ended and Scootaloo found another part of her body getting in on the puberty act.
It was funny, she didn't think of them as 'breasts' anymore.
Breasts were something that almost any woman had.
You could hide them under a sweater or a thick shirt and walk around without drawing too much attention to yourself.
Scootaloo sighed as she opened her eyes and looked down at her extraordinary torso.
No, the twin glands barely being contained by her overstretched bikini were at the very least 'boobs', although calling them 'sweater stretchers', 'bazookas', 'juggs', or even 'tits' wouldn't have been inappropriate either.
Over the last few months Scootaloo had gone from mosquito bites to mountains, each jumbo jubbly growing to a size quite a bit bigger than her head.
They weren't just big, they were full too.
Despite their enormous girth, her chest rockets stood proudly off her ribcage.
When she walked around topless her torpedoes would bounce enthusiastically, the soft flesh jiggling wildly.
Then, when she came to a rest, they would snap back into a fulsome teardrop shape that proceeded her by well over a foot.
Ms. Fluttershy had told her that her pegasus magic helped make them buoyant and lighter, for which she was glad.