"I don't know so much about a sweater -- but I'm not sure this tee-shirt is going to last much longer."
Jim felt unusually frustrated as he tried to drive Sharon home. First, there was unusually bad traffic, caused by some major accident, and it took an hour to traverse what should have amounted to mere minutes. Worse, Sharon began to stretch and moan in ways that Jim found dreadfully distracting -- as did some male drivers-by.
"Nnngghh! It's really, really tightening, Jim!"
Jim looked, and was amazed. Sharon's breast growth seemed to not only be continuing but accelerating, for now she looked as if she were trying to smuggle basketballs -- plus, the bulges of her nipples were as big as cherries.
"Just -- hang on!" he counseled helplessly.
"Nnngghh!" she moaned again, and this time her hands began to squeeze and knead and tease them.
At last he got her home, and Sharon "bounced" her way up to her room.
"You know what, one time, on impulse, I made this deal with Mom," explained Sharon. "I know it sounds crazy, but -- I once asked her for an old muu-muu, and I still -- still have it -- AHHH!"
With the startled horrific AHHH! Sharon's overburdened tee-shirt finally conceded to physical reality and ripped wide open, its contents surging outward to even greater dimensions.
"Oh, wow," sighed Sharon, happily shrugging the remnant off her shoulders, "these feel sooooo goooood!"
Jim stared dumbly -- even more than in earlier instances -- as Sharon urgently grabbed and squeezed her new mammary abundance. Then he actually gave a little involuntary gasp as something happened that he only got to see in his favorite porn: the spectacle of a woman actually being able to scoop her hefty tit all the way up to her mouth and suck on her own nipple. Sharon wantonly smooched both her nipples like long-lost lovers -- and Jim swore that he could actually see a faint surge in size as she did so.
"Sharon, really, you've got to stop that," Jim pleaded weakly. He grabbed her hands and pulled them down -- only to find his own hands fascinated by the light, airy, playful consistency of her new breasts. The steel of his conscience was in direct competition with the newfound steel in his erection.
Sun Dec 28 09:44:34 2008