#too busty to hide
Inflatables at the Beach
another recent summer-y commission
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“It was bad enough looking up WebMD before the growth started. Samantha never anticipated struggling against her own body to type in the process.
To top it off, the day began simple enough for Samantha. The alarm rang at 6:00 am, ending when one of her palms firmly slapped the off button. She stumbled to her feet, bags drooping heavily under her eyes as her sight slowly processed her surroundings. A smile graced her face as the sight of her quite ordinary bedroom emerged; she smacked her lips, dry as they were, and shuffled like a sloth towards the bathroom.
Her brain switched into basic routine mode. Before she could fully register what she accomplished, she closed the door behind her, purged yesterday’s contents into the toilet and flushed it away, before fumbling successfully into turning the shower knob to ‘warm.’ The cascading water pushed her into full alert, in time to remember a shower was best experienced with clothes off.
Shampoo chased by shampoo, soap covering what they didn’t, body wash for the final touches. Samantha emerged soaking and smelling of various flora as she dried herself off. She capped off her routine with a clean set of clothes and finding her laptop and purse as she strode out the door with a calm smile.
Minutes later, she drove up towards her favorite coffee shop. Samantha swiftly walked in and as swiftly ordered her poison of choice: a tall cappuccino with an extra squirt or two of milk to give it some greater calcium power. One exchange of money for a full cup later and she was towards her favorite table near one of the back corners, away from the chaos of the center and its din of fellow students engaged in directionless conversation.
Her rear plomped upon the seat. She slid her purse beside her chair, gingerly placing the laptop upon her lap. Her cappuccino found comfort on the table top, steam crawling up as the smell of coffee and milk tickled her nose.
As she let her laptop power up, she took a whiff of her cappuccino Whatever remnants of her sleep remained drained away as she sighed with relief. She lifted it up to her mouth, tilting just enough to get a healthy taste. It slid down her throat warmly, making her gasp with pleasure after pulling back her cup. It felt good with a swig of coffee.
Normally.
She coughed as her throat stung from equal parts caffeine and milk. In the coughing fit, she spat out some saliva, making her cringe as the feeling of something acidic leaped from her throat. She raised a brow at her coffee, placing it back on its table as she looked at her laptop’s screen.
Instinct drove her to Google ‘acidic milk.’ Her breasts tickling from pressing on her shirt led her to clutch her chest. She inhaled deeply as a warm, tight, swelling sensation took over her. A slight fever made her sweat and breathe labored. The hand between her breasts felt squeezed between two rising breasts, which pushed against her tender arm.
Her Ds suddenly felt swollen, pushing closer to the middle of the alphabet before her very eyes and hands. They gurgled like tiny volcanoes, filling with flesh and milk as she blushed. Her face felt flushed as a few drops of sweat slid down her cheeks, making her grit her teeth and seethe as each inch gained pleasured her.
They reached J cup by the time she pressed Enter. Acidic milk didn’t produce anything - at least not anything savory. She gasped sharply as she leaned back to prevent her chest from obscuring the keyboard. They responded in kind by rising like dough in the oven, using her arms as support as she furiously typed the address to WebMD.
Each letter she bounded on the keyboard felt like a cue to grow. Every second was occupied by increased breathing difficulties and weight upon her chest. She gasped with lust as she squinted, her eyesight turning a bit blurry from water building up. It was as if each breath she took propelled her closer to ecstasy.
WebMD loaded in slow motion for her. Her fingers slowed like molasses as her breasts reached into beach ball sizes. Time was increasingly difficult to parse, each word reading little more than barely legible script as she soldiered. Tap after tap, letter after letter, she was resisting touching her blossoming bust.
If she was going to solve this, she knew she needed to be swift…”
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