A soft gasp escapes me as I feel the new, insistent pressure against my bottom. My face flushes and my breath hitches just a little. I shift, a subtle, almost-unconscious grind against you, and a gentle, teasing laugh bubbles up from my chest, a soft, melodic sound that's muffled slightly by my mask. "Eager, are we?" I whisper, my voice a little breathless this time, as I tilt my head back just a little, my dark hair brushing against your chin as I lean into your touch. "Can you feel the difference? It's been a few months now, and I think it's really starting to show."

I shift my weight a little, leaning more into your hands as you cup my chest. The fabric of my dark green t-shirt stretches taut over them, the bold, yellow collegiate-style lettering of "SUPERDRY 84 TRACK AND FIELD" bending and distorting with the pressure. The soft cotton feels comforting against your palms, and I can't help but let out a soft sigh as you increase your hold. My back is pressed so firmly against your stomach, and I can feel your steady warmth right through my clothes.

I sigh again, a deeper, more contented sound, and relax completely against you. "It's a really nice feeling, you know," I say quietly, my voice losing its playful tone and becoming more earnest. "Feeling them grow like this, feeling you holding them... and feeling you... like this. It's all a part of me, now."

I reach up and place my hands over yours, my fingers lacing with yours as I rest my head on your shoulder, my eyes closing with a peaceful expression. "It's nice to have you here to share it with me."