Claire made a show of running down the hallway, but quickly ducked into the dressing room she shared with Mandy. She thought that before she made a big search she had better get into uniform. That way, any management she encountered might not even know she was late! Anyway, Leigh had mentioned that the costumes were stored in a closet marked "COSTUMES." Feeling lucky she worked with such smart girls, Claire found her adorable matching bunny suit and put it on.
She was admiring her reflection in the mirror (it waved when she waved!), when she noticed three other red tops lying on the floor, covered in what looked like tape and abandoned. That's right! Cynthia, Leigh, and Mandy were still in trouble! Sexy trouble. Just the thought of them passed out on the floor propped up by each other's massive and slowly-enlarging busts made Cynthia's breathing heavier. She remembered the yielding softness of Leigh's boob and the brief reaction of pleasure across the girl's face as she massaged it. Then Leigh had to start talking again and spoil the moment.
Always talking, using words she didn't understand, expressing ideas she got bored listening to. And saying bad things about their boobs too. Didn't they see that a certain flat chested girl would do anything for even the most meager rack? Their version of getting better was actually getting worse in her mind.
She toyed with the idea of herself similarly endowed. She could feel the vastness in front of her as she rubbed her own tiny breasts. She imagined barely being able to touch her own nipples and being rewarded with waves of pleasure as she tugged and twisted them. These thoughts drove her to distraction. Soon her fingers parted her thong and began their greedy exploration.
She was admiring her reflection in the mirror (it waved when she waved!), when she noticed three other red tops lying on the floor, covered in what looked like tape and abandoned. That's right! Cynthia, Leigh, and Mandy were still in trouble! Sexy trouble. Just the thought of them passed out on the floor propped up by each other's massive and slowly-enlarging busts made Cynthia's breathing heavier. She remembered the yielding softness of Leigh's boob and the brief reaction of pleasure across the girl's face as she massaged it. Then Leigh had to start talking again and spoil the moment.
Always talking, using words she didn't understand, expressing ideas she got bored listening to. And saying bad things about their boobs too. Didn't they see that a certain flat chested girl would do anything for even the most meager rack? Their version of getting better was actually getting worse in her mind.
She toyed with the idea of herself similarly endowed. She could feel the vastness in front of her as she rubbed her own tiny breasts. She imagined barely being able to touch her own nipples and being rewarded with waves of pleasure as she tugged and twisted them. These thoughts drove her to distraction. Soon her fingers parted her thong and began their greedy exploration.
The three girls could wait.