This choice: Try it on, it's not permanent anyway • Go Back...Chapter #7Try it on... what the heck, right? by: trustjasmine   Shrugging your shoulders, and feeling the weight of your huge boobs as you do so, you decide to try on the strange corset.
As you slip off the corset you have on, your chest deflates back down to it's normal male flatness, your only remaining evidence of femininity encased snugly in your black panties. You pick up the strangely-shaped corset, noting the black-and-white mottled pattern of the somewhat stretchy fabric. Looking it over, you notice that it has six padded cups in the front instead of the usual two, and you let a coy smile creep across your face as you turn it over and fumble with the zipper, just barely managing to encase your body in the garment.
As the teeth of the zipper click into place, you feel a massive pressure against your whole torso, comparatively much more than when you tried on the last garment. You let a low moan slip as you run your hands down over the corset, feeling the unmistakable swell of six breasts billowing outwards, pulling the cow-pattern snug across them as they bulge heavy and firm. As they slow to a halt you admire your figure in the mirror, hefting them slightly and feeling the over-abundant swell of mammary flesh jiggle on your chest, each one of them seeming to be the same H-cup size from before. Pleased with the results, you decide to find some more outfits to play with, when a new sensation makes you stop momentarily.
As you stand in the changing room, staring at your new figure in the mirror, you feel a subtle warmth in each of your firm breasts that quickly spreads to a burning heat, your supple tits tingling like they're on fire. As you watch perplexed, your bosoms begin to grow again, though this time they feel much heavier and fuller as they swell. Starting to worry, you take a few steps towards the fitting room door, and upon hearing a subtle sloshing that accompanies your jiggling breasts you finally understand the pattern choice of the overstretched garment that clings to your swollen form, your milk-laden tits having stopped growing at a spine-crushing MM-cup. As six warm wet spots start to spread across the cups of the corset, you sit heavily on the bench and call for Brandy.
She opens the door shortly after you call, and suppresses a giggle as she peeks in on you.
"Is there something I can help you with?" she asks sympathetically.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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