Kristina upended the box onto the kitchen table. The pastel colored candy hearts skittered across its surface. She sorted through them, popping the unlucky ones she inspected into her mouth. Usually they said a whole bunch of schmaltzy crap like LOVE YOU, UR FINE, KISS ME, but BE MINE was the only phrase printed on this batch. Odd.
Odd, but not strange enough to alleviate the boredom that was waiting in ambush for her boyfriend to come home. She was always reading magazines that suggested lounging about in lingerie as a way to spice up a romance. Nowhere had the articles mentioned how easy it was to freeze in a drafty apartment in the middle of February, or how badly new brassieres could pinch and bind. The damn thing had fit perfectly earlier in the store, yet now it was so tight it had her squirming in her chair. She took a handful of candies to munch on as she prowled around in search of the receipt.
The wily piece of paper remained elusive, she was out of candy, her boyfriend was late, her bra was reaching undreamt heights of uncomfortableness, and Kristina had had enough. She went to free herself, but the clasp was jammed. It was one of those idiot proof ones that opened in the front. This time she gathered some of the material in front to reduce the strain on the mechanism. It popped loose this time, and out tumbled her boobs.
This was new. She had never been busty, and it was thrilling to see what must be proud D-cups jutting from her chest. When she cradled them in her hands to test their new weight, she could feel her fingers spreading. Her boobs were getting bigger right in front of her eyes! As quickly as she could think up clever size comparisons they surpassed them, surging rapidly till they peaked out and petered off, protruding multiple feet in front of her.
Kristina didn't have time to panic. The front door opened.
What, you can't blame them for not being patient enough to let Woot make the next image? It's not like he snaps his fingers and a new image appears. These things take time.
Odd, but not strange enough to alleviate the boredom that was waiting in ambush for her boyfriend to come home. She was always reading magazines that suggested lounging about in lingerie as a way to spice up a romance. Nowhere had the articles mentioned how easy it was to freeze in a drafty apartment in the middle of February, or how badly new brassieres could pinch and bind. The damn thing had fit perfectly earlier in the store, yet now it was so tight it had her squirming in her chair. She took a handful of candies to munch on as she prowled around in search of the receipt.
The wily piece of paper remained elusive, she was out of candy, her boyfriend was late, her bra was reaching undreamt heights of uncomfortableness, and Kristina had had enough. She went to free herself, but the clasp was jammed. It was one of those idiot proof ones that opened in the front. This time she gathered some of the material in front to reduce the strain on the mechanism. It popped loose this time, and out tumbled her boobs.
This was new. She had never been busty, and it was thrilling to see what must be proud D-cups jutting from her chest. When she cradled them in her hands to test their new weight, she could feel her fingers spreading. Her boobs were getting bigger right in front of her eyes! As quickly as she could think up clever size comparisons they surpassed them, surging rapidly till they peaked out and petered off, protruding multiple feet in front of her.
Kristina didn't have time to panic. The front door opened.