Jessie had just gotten in from a late patrol of the western quarter. There'd been a rumor of some weird stuff last night, and particularly panicked moogle had made it out to be goblin of all things.
"Probably just someone's cat honestly. There have been any daemon-kind seen outside of a badland in years." Despite the remote, and in her opinion absurd likely hood of it being such a thing, General Agrias had insisted she do a full sweep of the area looking for any signs of 'unnatural qualities.' Unfortunately the old Shinra-type MMM (Mako/Materia/Magic) detectors seemed to be on the fritz today. Normally those things were as reliable as the Old Kingdom rifles from Insomnia. Drop 'em in a ditch, feed 'em to Chocobo Eater, hell, let a giant step on 'em.
Still work as good as new.
But all Jessie had to show for four hours of painstaking searching was a bunch of garbage results. Which meant she'd either have to have it re-calibrated, do the whole thing over again, or spend the next night with Biggs and Wedge on patrol.
Not a good day at all so far.
So one could forgive her for walking right into the new transfer. Face-to-tit and a lot of that. She might have kept her footing if she hadn't been carrying the case for the scanner in her arms, and together she went down. Her face cushioned by the bosom when she fell.
"Ouch!" came the voice of her sudden emergency pillow, Jessie looking up to see a pink and flushed face, strained in pain. Reaching down to rub her backside as she sat up.
"Oh, I'm so sorry about that! You must be the new transfer! I'm Officer Jessie!" she said, smiling. Standing up and offering her free hand to help the pink-haired woman to her feet. Who was still rubbing her butt. "She must have fallen on her tailbone or something?"
(Technically right, though there was a bit more 'bone' there than normal, even if it was more of a surprisingly pliant bone-like cartilage...)
"No problem, I wasn't looking where I was going either," she said, grabbing onto the offered hand and standing. Though now that she wasn't using both arms to covertly cover her sudden shame of an unsupported bosom Jessie got a good look at some rather bouncy breasts. Even confined by the jacket there was no hiding endowments that impressive, which made the pony-tailed brunette feel more than a little self-conscious. She wasn't that small... but compared to a chest like that, well...
"And going around without a bra does she have no shame?"
"Hey... uh, not to bother you but you wouldn't know where I could get some clothes around here? I think my bra shrank in the wash or something and it... well..."
Jessie immediately felt a little ashamed herself for jumping to conclusions about the newbie. "Oh! Yeah, there's a great tailor nearby. We actually knew each other before they went off to train. They're a little odd though... just don't bring up their sisters. Or any sisters actually."
"Thanks. You're a lifesaver."
***
Lightning had followed Jessie's directions to the letter coming to arrive at place in question. Down an alley and lit by glowing stones of crystallized mana, low purity and not worth industrial uses. But if that didn't set the ambiance the name of the shop certainly did.
Mephilia's Magnifiques!
"Either she's witch or she wants you to think she is." It hardly mattered. Lightning had already loosened her jacket twice more, the motion of her heavy and unsupported bosom increasingly distracting. She swore it felt like her nipples had grown larger or something?
(More like fatter, a tad longer, and now resting on globes which were a shade shy of light cotton candy.)
The bell rang above her head as she entered. There certainly were clothes enough her, though some seemed a tad on the risque side of things and great many were in no way appropriate for Guardian Corps...
"Though it is warmer down here and not far from the beach," Lightning thought, another, milder, flush coming to her cheeks as she thought about how there might in fact be a reason to come back here and get some other clothes later. "Ah, hello? I was wondering where your bras might be?"
"Around. Everything is around for those that need it." The voice came from the top of spiral staircase. Lightning hadn't even seen it, the veil of various diaphanous and skimpy clothes partially hiding the steps leading up. The woman though. She spoke in the most deadpan monotone, slow and leisurely as she descended the steps. Long hair of light green and a dress of gossamer flowers. Skimpy, even if you didn't count how the skirt was see-through.
Leggy, though petite (or at least VERY so compared to how Lightning felt at the moment).
She reached the bottom and took one look at Lightning (and her chest) and raised an eyebrow.
"Though perhaps you need immediate guidance towards something fitting," she said stepping closer and looking Lightning over. "Odd. Is there a bit of demi-human or monster in there?"
"That would be great. I have no idea how this happened... I think it shrank in the wash or something," she said as she followed Mephilia further into her shop. Past several large paintings of the ocean and ships at sea. Finally coming to large mirror and several shelves containing scores of bras and panties. "Weird... the lights in here make me look really flushed?"
"Well? Take it off."
"Oh, right," Lightning replied, her jacket soon set to the side on a convenient hanger. A moment later she managed to pull her top off as well, though the black shirt caught on her breasts and seemed far snugger than she remembered. "I guess that shrank too?"
Mephilia wasn't listening. She was staring at Lightning's tits. A pair of quite well ripened pinkish melons which had rather surprisingly firm and bouncy look to them. No, certainly not fake... but yet just that little bit of oddity that made her wonder. "Definitely had grandfather or grandmother that couldn't keep from knocking boots with something queerer."
She reached out to cup those breasts, partly from curiosity professional and professional. You didn't survive that perverted (and somewhat mad) Sage's training if you didn't learn your monstrous races.
"Ah... you're already measuring me?"
"Yes," Mephilia said, lying. Sort of. "A lot of magic building up in her... ki too. Odd. Not many monstrous beings which can mate with humans and practice brawling like that. Quite the curiosity..."
"Oh, I forgot to ask your name."
"Lighting," she said, pulling the top off at last. "You can call me Lightning."
"And I am the Lady Mephilia Venus, Summoner and Seamstress extraordinaire," she said, offering a dainty hand to shake.
Lightning took a glance at the now discarded top as she returned the gesture and then said, "I think I might need a new top too."
"I'll handle that... for a small fee." She made quick gesture and great number of small spider-beetles came from elsewhere. "Not useful for combat but they can handle the simple tasks of altering a size while we work on getting your sizes figured."
"Oh, well I'm around 101 centimeters and B-cup."
"Really?" Mephilia said, drawing her measuring tape around Lightning's chest and coming to bring the yellow lined cord together between her breasts. "Hmmm... you seem seven-no, eight centimeters short and a C-cup."
"But that's impossible! I'm... I can't very well just get bigger like that."
"Any health issues?"
"I'm not pregnant," Lightning said, arms folded under her breasts and a glare leveled on Mephilai.
Who muttered under her breath, "Not what I meant," before continuing, "No, I mean; have you perhaps started simply 'growing' again? It can happen to some women?"
"With your obvious bloodline in particular... whatever that might be."
At the confusion clearly present on Lightning's face, Mephilia continued, "Perhaps a sudden change in diet... or greater appetite."
That at last got a response. "I have been kind of hungry lately."
Mephilia nodded, reaching up and then into a higher shelf. Pulling out larger, blacker top. Thinking over the name her client had given her she weaved a bit of magic weaving into it and then pulled down an altered version, jagged lightning bolts showing empty spots along the sides. Lacking straps over the shoulders it would have to fit around quite snugly, and the flan-extract treated elastics would hold well. The openings wouldn't impart the garments ability to fit, far from it because of that, but they would let it breath a bit better.
"Though if she is going through some sort of monstrous second puberty she'll probably be back here again in a week or two anyway."
"Wow... that fits great," Lightning said, looking at herself in the mirror and posing. She felt... good. She'd never worried so much about the size of her breasts, but if they were going to look that nice a little more up top wouldn't hurt. "So how much for the bra? And... probably another three or four?"
At the sight of her client going from happy at her new clothes to sighing at the coming realization of there cost Mephilia almost could have smiled.
A little personal touch like this was what kept her getting repeat costumers after all.
Soon Lightning was laden down with a bag of new undergarments for her suddenly larger chest. Thankfully the 'adjustment' to her top had been free, though the rest had cost a fair bit. Between this and the sudden splurge for food she was going to be living tight soon...
"Unless I pick up some side jobs maybe?" There was a task and mission board down by the Crow's Nest Diner at the bus stop.
Clean up some annoying flans in her off hours and she'd have enough to hold her over to her first paycheck...
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