In honor of the new short giving us a young Celestia expy.
 
>One thing that Principal Celestia didn’t quite realize was just how much the bimbo magic had woven its way into her memories.  
>For instance, that memory of the Summer Celestia had turned 16.  
>Before the bimbo magic it had simply been a normal Summer that she had spent hanging out, having fun, and working a crappy job on the boardwalk.  
>But if someone asked the Principal about that time now, she would smile and wistfully recall how magical that holiday had been.  
>The Summer her massive hooters first appeared.  
>She had been a tall, lanky girl for a long time, having gotten her growth spurt early on.  
>Though she liked her height, she didn’t really like being called beanpole.  
>She wasn’t flat either, she wore a respectable b-cup, but on her long frame normal sized breasts tended to look a little underwhelming.  
>That’s why she was so excited when she realized how tight her bra was getting a few weeks after school let out.  
>It was only a couple more days before her developing mounds completely overwhelmed her pitifully petite bra.  
>She borrowed some of her mother’s bras but still her boobies kept growing.  
>Every night she slathered them in cocoa oil, hoping to prevent any stretch marks, but oddly enough that was never a problem.  
>What WAS a problem was that none of her clothes fit her any more, and any tops she bought soon grew too small as her tits expanded from decent handfuls to sizable sweater stretchers.  
>Her ultimate solution was to wear the stretchiest tops she could find, with tubetops being her go-to choice.  
>As big as her juggs were they were still pretty firm, probably because of how fast they were growing, so she really didn’t need a bra.  
>Just as well, she was pretty sure she’d need something like an h-cup now and those were probably expensive.  
>The only issue was that without a bra, her nipples poked out like crazy.  
>Of course, the way the boys reacted she didn’t really see that as a problem.