It was so early it was still dark outside, but Jody couldn't get back to sleep no matter how hard she tried. It was silly; like a little kid she couldn't wait to open her presents on Christmas Day. The thought of shredding wrapping paper propelled her swiftly through her morning routine and soon she was kneeling under the little artificial tree surveying the bounty.
It wasn't the healthiest haul, but she tore into it with gusto, unearthing gag gifts along with clothes that didn't fit or weren't her style and would have to be returned. There were practical items and useless junk in equal measure. But there was nothing special, nothing delightful. The Christmas spirit leaked out of her and Jody sank to the floor like a deflated balloon.
Her downcast eyes caught a glimmer of metallic ribbon. There was an unaccounted for present shoved into the corner! She admired the smart wrapping job and read the tag, barely suppressing a squeal when she discovered it was an anonymous gift. What could be inside? It hardly made a noise when shaken, but the box looked too big to contain clothes. Time to find out for sure.
Jody lifted the lid only to find a bulky red sweater the size of a quilt lurking underneath. A disappointed whimper left her lips. She shook out the monster hoping a receipt would fall out. She picked the slip of paper off the ground but it was just a note that read, "Don't worry, you'll grow into it." What a jerk- she couldn't even return it for store credit!
She draped it against her chest where it hung like a flag on a windless day, and then on a lark, slipped it over her head. The sleeves were more or less the correct length, but that just made the gobs of extra material in the front more puzzling. It sure was warm though. Man, she was broiling! But she couldn't get the thick ribbed neck back over her head. Fanning her face with her hand didn't help so she tried gripping the loose hem of the sweater and brought her arms out and in again repeatedly, hoping to shepard some cooler air against her body.
Instead of flowing in and out like a bellows, the air became trapped and began to accumulate around her chest. It was easy to imagine her boobs swelling to ridiculous dimensions underneath the fabric. As goofy as it looked, her efforts were working to cool her. So she continued fanning and the sweater billowed out and out like a sail.
A twin sail maybe. There was getting to be a distinct divide in the center of her chest, heightening the illusion of breasts the air created. Jody smiled when she looked out over the expanse of red in front of her. This had to look incredible in the mirror. She giggled and ran towards the full-length one at the end of the hall. It was easy to forget she had left presents all over the floor, and her puffed up chest conspired to hide everything underfoot from view. She tripped immediately, landing unceremoniously on her airbags.
But instead of whooshing out of the hem of her sweater, they retained their volume, bouncing enough to transform her fall into an impromptu somersault. She rolled over her chest and then it in turn rolled over her like they were playing a game of leap-frog. It took her a little while to realize that there was something more substantial than trapped air underneath the wool. She padded all over them with groping hands, then let them dive underneath the hem to caress the generous lower hemispheres of her new breasts.
Jody lay on the floor, pushing her tits up as far as they'd go so she could nuzzle in the soft canyon of cleavage. She was panting hard, beginning to realize she was overheating again. She got up and (carefully this time) made her way over to the mirror, fanning herself all the way, hypnotized by her burgeoning bust that was filling fast, faster, till it brushed one side of the hallway and then both at once. She smiled, confident that her boobs were light enough that they'd never pin her, and soft enough to squeeze through the same hall even if they were twice their current size.
Just the thought was enough to make her moan. She leaned into the wall of flesh in front of her, mashing up against her reflection, daydreaming of sweet growth exponential.
Awesome work. I had an idea for a girl like the one in Workout Woes, a big-bellied babe that runs a milk company and uses her belly and boobs as a (very large) desk. No matter where she goes, her bust-desk is with her, along with half the soon-to-be profits for her company.
Splendid! This is so much me! :) I used to get a sweater from either an aunt or a grandmother every Christmas since I can remember. Unfortunately, it stopped around college.
It wasn't the healthiest haul, but she tore into it with gusto, unearthing gag gifts along with clothes that didn't fit or weren't her style and would have to be returned. There were practical items and useless junk in equal measure. But there was nothing special, nothing delightful. The Christmas spirit leaked out of her and Jody sank to the floor like a deflated balloon.
Her downcast eyes caught a glimmer of metallic ribbon. There was an unaccounted for present shoved into the corner! She admired the smart wrapping job and read the tag, barely suppressing a squeal when she discovered it was an anonymous gift. What could be inside? It hardly made a noise when shaken, but the box looked too big to contain clothes. Time to find out for sure.
Jody lifted the lid only to find a bulky red sweater the size of a quilt lurking underneath. A disappointed whimper left her lips. She shook out the monster hoping a receipt would fall out. She picked the slip of paper off the ground but it was just a note that read, "Don't worry, you'll grow into it." What a jerk- she couldn't even return it for store credit!
She draped it against her chest where it hung like a flag on a windless day, and then on a lark, slipped it over her head. The sleeves were more or less the correct length, but that just made the gobs of extra material in the front more puzzling. It sure was warm though. Man, she was broiling! But she couldn't get the thick ribbed neck back over her head. Fanning her face with her hand didn't help so she tried gripping the loose hem of the sweater and brought her arms out and in again repeatedly, hoping to shepard some cooler air against her body.
Instead of flowing in and out like a bellows, the air became trapped and began to accumulate around her chest. It was easy to imagine her boobs swelling to ridiculous dimensions underneath the fabric. As goofy as it looked, her efforts were working to cool her. So she continued fanning and the sweater billowed out and out like a sail.
A twin sail maybe. There was getting to be a distinct divide in the center of her chest, heightening the illusion of breasts the air created. Jody smiled when she looked out over the expanse of red in front of her. This had to look incredible in the mirror. She giggled and ran towards the full-length one at the end of the hall. It was easy to forget she had left presents all over the floor, and her puffed up chest conspired to hide everything underfoot from view. She tripped immediately, landing unceremoniously on her airbags.
But instead of whooshing out of the hem of her sweater, they retained their volume, bouncing enough to transform her fall into an impromptu somersault. She rolled over her chest and then it in turn rolled over her like they were playing a game of leap-frog. It took her a little while to realize that there was something more substantial than trapped air underneath the wool. She padded all over them with groping hands, then let them dive underneath the hem to caress the generous lower hemispheres of her new breasts.
Jody lay on the floor, pushing her tits up as far as they'd go so she could nuzzle in the soft canyon of cleavage. She was panting hard, beginning to realize she was overheating again. She got up and (carefully this time) made her way over to the mirror, fanning herself all the way, hypnotized by her burgeoning bust that was filling fast, faster, till it brushed one side of the hallway and then both at once. She smiled, confident that her boobs were light enough that they'd never pin her, and soft enough to squeeze through the same hall even if they were twice their current size.
Just the thought was enough to make her moan. She leaned into the wall of flesh in front of her, mashing up against her reflection, daydreaming of sweet growth exponential.