Chapter #3Chiharu Enters by: LOABW   A few minutes later, Chiharu finally entered the clubhouse, her eyes finally having a reason to tear from the distracting movements of the looming rain, hoping she'd be able to leave before the downpour began. Her thoughts of where her sister might be, and if she would be able to get home alright were strewn from her mind when she entered, two things being strangely off-kilter: The clubhouse was oddly quiet, especially for a Friday afternoon, and that a delicious scent was wafting towards her from a plate of confections in the middle of the room. Slowly walking over, she lifted the sign to her eyes as she tried to adjust to the light change in the bright room, reading the slight note. From Densuke? That was awkward... she thought Kirika had him on some weird mission. Was this it? To try and impress her? As she inhaled deeply, it sure would be a success if these dumplings were as tasty as they were enticing.
Putting the small paper sign to the side, she leaned forward on the edge of the table with one hand as the other reached forward and grabbed a slightly misshapen confection from the top, bringing it to her nose to take another deep inhale of the beautiful scent, steam rising into her eyes lightly as she tilted her head back just the tiniest amount. Her full lips parted with a slight click of saliva unconsciously forming from the scent and she placed the dumpling between her teeth and bit in carefully, whatever juice left from Yuriko's experimentation squirting into her mouth and dousing her tongue with untold flavor, her teeth slicing the plump delicacy into her maw. In a completely uncharacteristic act, she moaned in the quietest manner as the flavor coursed through her veins. She could help but stick the other half of the morsel in her mouth and begin to chew vigorously, trying to extract every bit of flavor from the treat before looking down and realizing there was still a plateful of the treats, just for her. How well Densuke had done, indeed! She hadn't been this happy for the longest time, and a slight smile crept upon her face as she lent further forward, her large breasts pressing into her arm as she nabbed two more of the dumplings between her fingers and brought them to her mouth, pausing only slightly to wiff the delicious scent before shoving them into her mouth, sucking her fingers slightly as not to waste any of the flavor.
She chewed with the same reckless abandon as she had with the first dumpling, continuing on to her third and fourth, sixth, twelfth, until she was finally holding the final dumpling, not a bit of grease or juice landing anywhere except for inside her mouth, her tongue coated with thick grease and flavor, it working rapidly to lick whatever wasn't on it from her teeth and lips, her smile continuing as she pressed her chest harder into her arm, the flesh starting to encompass her slim elbow, her plush rear dancing slightly as she took a large, final sniff of the confection before daintily plopping it into her mouth and chewing slowly before swallowing a final time. As the greasy dumpling slid down her throat she bowed herself into the table slightly from the tasteful pleasure, something she had never imagined experiencing, especially from food! It wasn't until she finally stood, her large breasts coming back to rest heavily on her chest that she realized just how much she ate. Taking a glance in the clubhouse mirror, she noticed a slight bulge of her stomach from her binging, having only the slightest of remorse as she remembered just how much she enjoyed the last... forty minutes?! Her eyes widened as she saw the clock, and moved as quickly as she could with her uncomfortably pleasurably full stomach, collecting all her things in her pack before returning to the main room.
"Might as well clean up..." Her light voice echoed in the empty clubhouse before she picked up the platter and dropped it in the sink before taking the card in her hands. She looked at it for a few moments, thinking about how thoughtful Densuke was to give her such a delicious treat before the weekend...
"I need to call him." Stomach gurgling, she held it in slight pain as its foreign fullness responded to her binging. "At least after I can get home and take a nap." She reached up and adjusted the slightly uncomfortable, thick bra strap on her shoulder through her blouse, gathered her things, and as she left the clubhouse, tucked the card into the front of her bag, closing the door behind her, no trace of her enticing attack of those dumplings to anyone other than those who had enjoyed them. Rubbing her stomach lightly, she walked out and began her light walk home, her eyes looking back up to the skies again only to realize that the light gloom had turned to a dark, brooding cover of storm clouds.
She realized it's be best to run home, but with her stomach as uncomfortably full as it was, that'd be impossible without her getting sick, and the last thing she wanted to do was waste the confections Densuke had been thoughtful enough to put so much work into making for her... and the taste was still lingering! She didn't want to lose that, that's for certain. Her happiness didn't drain however, and a slight bounce in her step caused the rest of her to bounce as she walked home, her large breasts jiggling within the confines of her bra, feeling lucky that rain had yet to fall as she entered the small woods between her school and home. Yet, along with the discomfort of her full stomach and its awkward gurglings, her bra was feeling a little uncomfortable, the straps pulling just a littler harder on her shoulders and back than they had earlier. She chalked it up to worry, but couldn't help but wonder if she was growing again.
Fifteen minutes into her walk, she finally began to feel drops. Worried, since her slow pace had put her only halfway home, she decided to try and find some thick trees to try and keep herself relatively dry. Her meal starting to lessen the strain on her stomach, she fiddled with her bra almost every minute as it became increasingly uncomfortable as she continued to walk underneath a roof of trees, the light pitter-patter of rain her only sound companion. Every now and then a drop would land on her, but a light wetness wouldn't hurt her. The only issue would be the opening between the woods and her house, but she felt she could deal with that when it got—
"Ouch!"
Chiharu winced slightly as her bra clasp pinched her. She rubbed her back lightly, regretting she had worn the one that had the clasp in the rear today. Yet she found it was getting harder and harder to adjust the undergarment, her hands fiddling with the clasp, having a difficult time pulling the pinching aggressor off of her skin without pain coursing through her front getting squished far too tight. However, she had to ignore at she reached the edge of the woods, right before the small clearing before her house. Her stomach was feeling a lot less uncomfortable, but her bra felt like a boa constrictor had wrapped about her chest. Not only that, but now that she finally began to notice other little uncomfortable bits, her underwear felt just the slightest bit wedged between her. She chalked it off to being because of the humidity and her awkward walking from her full stomach, and began to walk as quickly as she could towards her house, the rain being enough to soak her to the bone halfway to her house. Yet she kept her eyes locked on the porch overhang, noting its safety from the bitter cold and wet, wincing slightly with every heavy step, her constricting bra squeezing her tighter and tighter with every step.
Finally she was able to step up onto the porch, panting slightly from the quick walk, breath hard to get with so much pressure against her chest. At that moment, she looked down in fatigue, only to have her eyes widen in absolute shock. The rain had soaked her light blouse through, allowing her to see her immense breasts in all their glory. The 43-inch measurement she had gotten the bra accurately fit for, that held her in properly a few days ago, was now overflowing with far, far more than a 43-inch bustline would ever have, jiggling flesh shoved out from both the top and bottom of the bra, along with even more trying to escape from the sides. Shaking from both cold and surprise (though she was unsure as to which it really was), she slowly reached to one breast and poked the protruding flesh, shivering lightly in both pain and... was that pleasure? Her eyes stayed wide as she worried frantically, trying to figure out how so much growth had happened so quickly. But first... she needed to get inside, get warm, and get out of this hell of a bra. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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