As Chiharu reached for the door handle, the thought occurred to her that her sister was probably home, and knowing her lecherous tendencies, would attack her the second she saw her sister overflowing what was a new bra no more than three days ago. Knowing that, she inched the door open as silently as she could, before walking as quietly and inconspicuously up to her room, her bra squeezing the breath out of her as her panties seemed to try and wedge themselves further between her slightly fleshy rear. Her hand shot to adjust the southern perpetrator, her mind wondering slightly if she had reached her destination just slightly before planned as she unceremoniously picked the cloth out as best she could as she continued to ascend the steps, her squishy body jiggling with each light footfall before she finally reached the sanction of her room, making certain to lock the three bolts she had put in (just to deter her deviant sister from her antics), and walking over tentatively to shut the blinds to her window.
She noticed that she had disrespectfully not kicked her shoes off from her feet before entering and did so now as she finally was able to find slight relief in no longer worrying about being spotted, but she felt that was the least of her digressions right now. The main issue confronting her was, well, in her front. More namely, the enormous breasts absolutely overflowing the once specialty bra. Slowly walking to the edge of her bed, she plopped her rear down on the mattress, noting only slightly it seemed there was either an extra blanket or something shoved under her sheets, or... the thought left her mind as she looked back down upon her breasts, her wet, matted hair resting partly on the large mounds. Tentatively, she reached to the bottom of her straining blouse, which had untucked itself from her short skirt, and began to try and pull it over her chest, rustling and whining in pain as she fought a battle of epic proportions before a slight strain and rip of secondary stitching could be heard, the hem of the garment stretching unnaturally to reach over the scope of her breasts. Finally, she was able to remove the now ruined blouse from her torso, only succeeding in causing a gasp that left her speechless and breathless for a good half minute, as the scope of how much she had grown finally dawned on her.
What were once oversize 43-inch volleyballs were no longer. She had passed that realm, but couldn't accurately tell how big she was with the now minuscule bra painfully trapping her breasts inside. Flesh oozed over ever part of the cups of the bra by inches, the cups themselves almost covered in flesh, the straps from her shoulder to the support absorbed by her burgeoning chest, red pressure marks painfully visible (and painful all around) wherever the straps or cups were pressing into her skin. She slowly reached over to her cupboard and searched blindly in a drawer for her pair of heavy-duty scissors. Only before used for clipping cardboard and paper, she now navigated with the help of her body-length mirror to the front of the inadiquate bra, yearning to relieve herself from the pain. The thought of wasting a few thousand yen of a bra in a clip left as she tried to breathe, the pain returning as she took a few pressured clips to the strained under wire until physics prevailed and the pounds of strain allowed the bra to rip from her front, falling uselessly on her shoulders, her weighty mounds falling to their natural place in an unnaturally enormity.
Her eyes locked on the gigantic fleshy breasts connected to her, feeling the bottoms of them easily covering her navel and lightly pressing on her thick thighs (did they seem slightly larger?). "Oh.." Chiharu breathed out lightly, "oh my..." One hand began to rest on her breast as the other reached back into the drawer, fishing around before pulling out an extremely long measuring tape, the shock of her growth still too much for her to do more than set it next to her, both hands returning to her chest, poking and prodding to confirm the reality of her situation, every now and then brushing the wet hair from her eyes as it fell heavily into her field of vision. Not that there was much more for her to look at than the large breasts in front of her... and she could almost swear, as she felt and prodded them, that they were pulsing slightly harder than her heartbeat would... almost as if they were...
"Growing?" She wasn't sure, but she had to know. Slowly pushing herself up, using a bit more strain than she was used to with the added weight, she stabilized herself by spreading her stocking-clad feet out a little wider on the carpet and grabbed the measuring tape, one that she had bought a while ago when she began needing specialty bras. As she stood, the nagging wedgie of her panties returned to her, and to relieve the uncomfortable pinch there as well, she draped the long 8-foot tape about her shoulders as she slowly unbuttoned her skirt, guided only by feel before dropping it to her feet. To kick it away, she supported her unbalanced weight with one hand as the other reached to her tush to pull the panties out, yet again getting the nagging feeling that it was in a lot deeper than ever possible. However, she forgot about her lower regions as she remembered her initial act, looking down at the gigantic fleshy breasts, resting in a perfect teardrop form on her chest, the ends of them resting just above the lining of her panties, their fullness spreading far, far wider than her lithe 21" waist. She finally rested her eyes on the furthest part of her breasts, reaching at least 14 inches from her torso... at least that's what she gauged... she couldn't believe that much flesh was stuffed into that tiny... wow, that was considered tiny compared to these monsters. Her nipples, barely visible, were out of place in size compared to how large she was, yet the cold had hardened them to almost an inch an a half long.
Reaching for the tape on her shoulders, she leaned her thick hip against the bedpost as she did her best to weave the tape underneath the heavy breasts, hoping to at least get an accurate cup size... if there even was one for her immense size anymore. After about a minute of agonizing struggle she finally got her under breast measurement... 72 centimeters (28 inches). She sighed in relief, knowing at least that was the same. She was small... always was, and this weight of her chest was constantly pulling at her, noticing it was best if she did these measurements quickly now. Her mind fluttered slightly as she continued to stare in slight-shock as her breasts jiggled when she pulled the tape from underneath her boobs, remembering how she was worried about being as big as Komoe. She couldn't fit one of her massive udders within one of Komoe's entire bras now... at least she didn't think so. She knew the little 6th grader had a 112cm bust (44 inches), and she knew she was far beyond that. Part of her hoped that she wasn't double that, but another, very minuscule part, was wondering just how large she'd have to be to be double the young girl... or even more... what it would mean and look like to be even larger. Shaking her head to get the butterflies out of her head, her wet, matted hair whipping around lightly and resting partially on her breasts, she began to measure the moment of truth. She knew she wouldn't be able to get a very accurate measurement, there was no way that she could lean forward and measure herself without falling flat on her face. Or her breasts, considering how large they were, they could probably cushion her fall quite nicely.
As she began to try and toss the front of the tape about the front of her breasts, her stomach made another gurgle similar to earlier in the woods, and she felt slight discomfort as it continued to gurgle on and off, pausing to let it pass before she began to measure. She tried to look in the direction of her stomach, her focus keeping her from realizing the slight, almost visible growth of her breasts, getting fuller and heavier, bit by bit as her stomach continued to churn loudly for almost a minute. Yet the wedging of her panties in between her cheeks failed to go unnoticed, as one hand left her grip on the tape and went to unwedge them again... definitely now noticing something wrong down below. Yet there were more important matters at hand...
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