When I think about it, I don't know why I bought the bra. I mean, this is no present for a girlfriend. Not unless I want to be single, that is. I had to come up with something better that a bra. Maybe some roses or a box of candy.
With out knowing why, I picked up the bra and examined it. It was made of a really strange fabric that was extremely soft but fairly durable at the same time. It looked like it would be really comfortable if you had to wear it, except that no woman would ever have boobs big enough for this bra.
Just for fun I took my shirt off and slipped the bra over my head. Nobody was watching, so I fit my arms through it and locked the clasps in the back. The fabric felt so smooth against my skin. I could feel the silk rub against my muscled chest. So soft. I grabbed some of my old shirts and stuffed the cups full and tried to act like I thought a woman should act. It looked pretty silly, I admit.
I don't know exactly when I noticed, but when I did, I wondered why I hadn't noticed sooner. I pulled the t-shirts out and stared in disbelief at my nipples. They were enlarged and swolen, sticking out almost an inch. My areaolas were about two inches in diameter and extremely puffy. While I had been dancing around the room acting like a fool, I had been growing two breasts inside the gigantic nursing bra. I don't know anything about bra sizes, but I guessed I had around C-cup breasts when I first noticed. They were perfectly shaped as far as I could tell except that the nipples were huge as I already mentioned. As I stood there wondering what to do, my boobs grew another few cup sizes.
My first thought was this isn't happening. I pulled my hands to my chest to confirm what my eyes were telling me. The second my hands touched the swollen nipples, I felt a burst of sensations. They were definately real alright, and on top of that they were extremely sensitive. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. You know how it feels when somebody takes a bunch of ice and drops it down your shirt. Well it was about like that except times two. I almost let out a cry when I touched myself. No doubt, they were real, and getting bigger. At this rate, I would fill out the magic bra in no time.
The only thing I could think to do was to take off the nursing bra. Of course, why hadn't I thought of it sooner. I reached behind my back and fiddled with the clasps for a minute, but I finally realized that the hooks only worked one way and wouldn't come off. No problem, I switched to plan B. I pulled at the bra, attemptinig to pull it over my head, just like a t-shirt, but when I went to pull, I found that my breasts had already gotten so big that the bottom wouldn't come up over them. This is ridiculous, I thought.
I made one last attempt to squeze the bra over my boobs by pushing them in and pulling up on the bra. I grabbed one of the huge sensitive nipples and sqeezed in trying to flatten the breast and allow enough room to pull one of the straps off. I pulled and squeezed hard and suddenly felt a cold liquied cover my hand. I saw a stream of white liquid shoot out of the tip of the nipple and hit my bed. This is crazy. I'm not only growing giant boobs, but I have milk pouring out of them too.
It was pretty much useless now. I could fell the bra conforming to my skin as my boobs finished swelling and filled out the silky fabric. I reacked under the bra and hefted them up a few times to test out the new weight. I could feel liquid sloshing around in them. Had to be at least as big as basketbalss and hold maybe a gallon of milk each. I felt my boobs up and squeezed my nipples, feeling the front of the bra dampen as the milk made round wet spots in the fabric. It was almost kind of cool in a strange way.
I tried to laugh at myself. I looked kind of funny after all, and maybe it wasn't so bad. I guess the serious of my situation didn't really hit home untill I reallized that...
Fri Oct 2 07:33:12 1998
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