"How can you expect me to go out like this?" Sharon asked, gesturing to her torn blouse. The side seams had ripped, leaving the front of her top disconnected from the back and hanging away from her abdomen a good six to eight inches, by Jim's estimates. "Go start up your car, " she told him, "I'll hunt down a top that will fit, and be out in a minute."
Jim left the house, still marveling at what had taken place. That perfume was incredible stuff! He couldn't gauge through her ruined blouse just how big Sharon had gotten, but he was sure excited about her new assets! Jim had always loved top-heavy women from afar and in magazines, but had never been able to go out with one. Hell, he was such a social outcast he was lucky to find Sharon! Not that he wasn't attracted to her. Not at all! It's just that she had left a little to be desired in the bust department - until now!
He sat in the car, engine running, thinking about Sharon's enlarged breasts, when she emerged from her house. She was now wearing an oversized white t-shirt that, while not exactly sheer, was not 100% opaque, either. Jim's jaw dropped as she walked toward the car. Her breasts bounced and swayed inside the shirt, nipples tracing crazy circles along the white fabric. As she opened the car door, Jim realized that he had an insistent erection tenting the crotch of his pants! Sharon was always so adamant about proper public behavior. What would she think?! 'Oh, well,' he sighed to himself, 'a bit late to worry about that...'
Once in the passenger seat, Sharon closed the car door and started to explain that the t-shirt was her fathers, and it was the only thing she could find on such short notice. Then she noticed Jim's hands in his lap. "What's up?" she asked, pointedly looking at his hands.
"Huh? Whaddya mean?" he shot back, feigning innocence.
"You know perfectly well what I mean!" she scolded. "Why are you sitting like that? What are you hiding?"
Head bowed, Jim slowly parted his hands to reveal his shame. "It...it's just that I'm not used to seeing you like that," he defended himself weakly.
"Jim! How can you get like that out here where someone might see you?!" she admonished him. "Breasts or no breasts, I'd rather you kept your penis under control right now!" Immediately her chest expanded, pushing her nipples further into the cotton t-shirt. "Oh, shit!" she cursed, "Now see what you've done!"
"Me?!" he cried, "You're the one who told the lie!"
Sharon denied this, and her breasts ballooned outward once again. She looked as if she was smuggling two volleyballs under her shirt! As the white fabric stretched, it became more transparent so that Jim could now clearly see the outline of her huge areolae. Self-conscious about being outside, she crossed her arms over her chest awkwardly, only to find that her tits were now much more than an armload. She ended up placing one hand over each areola in a vain attempt at modesty.
"Jim!" she cried, "This isn't funny! If I grow anymore, my shirt is gonna burst!"
At that point,
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