Miranda looked down at her boots as she could feel them becoming tighter by the second. She could see the fronts of her boots starting to bulge a bit, as though they were being pushed from the inside. The oddest part was she could hear the material starting to groan as well, as though it was straining. Her toes were starting to curl as they were running out of room in their confined space, forming ten indents in the material. She tried to spread her toes for relief, but found herself unable to so from the lack of space she had. Her boots were normally very comfortable, being custom made for her size ten feet. So there should be no reason they should be feeling tight on her.
Miranda pulled her hand up as she felt her arm length gloves, digging themselves between her fingers, the material being pulled by some unknown force. As she turned her hand over, her eyes caught her breasts. She reached down to feel how swollen they were, as if they had gone up by two full sizes. Sure her breasts may have been a generous size before, but now they looked as though they have been squeezed into her body suit. Not to mention it seemed as though they were being pushed outward, as though she was just inhaling continuously. She could feel the band of her bra getting a bit tighter around her torso, as the underwire was starting to dig into her. Her thighs were starting to swell as her ass followed suit, as she could feel her legs being squeezed by the unforgiving, resilient material.
Miranda looked back down as she heard a tearing sound coming from below her, followed by a relief of pressure. Her eyes followed the sound back to her boots, where she could see the fronts starting to tear slightly from her toes pushing outward still, searching for extra space.
“What the hell is going on?” Miranda asked herself as she watched the tears widen ever so slightly with every moment that passed. She could see her toes pushing outward, demanding more room as they continued to push against the inside.
She became distracted by the sound of more material tearing. She stood upright to get a good look at where the sounds were coming from. The front of her suit was beginning to tear, as her breasts were pushing out. The seams along her pant legs were starting to come undone as flesh was bulging through every new opening that formed. Her underwear started to dig into her as her flesh was starting to overflow. Her legs looked even thicker, as they were already starting to touch each other as her ass is still pushing outward.
Then Miranda noticed something else that seemed off to her. Everything looked a bit lower than it should be. Looking straight ahead, her eyes should be level with the picture of her and Oriana that she hung on the wall. It was subtle, but she could tell, she had to turn her gaze a bit downward towards it. If anything, she found herself lowering her gaze even farther with each second that passed. Just as she was trying to figure out what was happening, she heard two audible tearing sounds from below her.
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