Blueberryjanelle stories

A Busty World Part 3

~ Day five ~

I looked down at my breasts and pressed them together. How much bigger could they get, anyways? It was now the fifth day since the virus spread, and I had to admit that I was starting to worry a bit. Shirts were obviously not worth the time to look through anymore since they wouldn't fit and my bras were much too small for comfort. Should I throw everything out? Or should I keep them?

Sitting on my bed, questions ran through my head. Every day my boobs became bigger overnight; I'd wake up the next morning, look down, and notice that they had become at least another cup size larger. I looked at my dresser. If I'll never fit in my shirts or bras, should I throw them out? There's no point in keeping them if I'll never be able to wear them again. Right?

I stood up with a sigh. I walked over to the closet and opened it, glaring inside at all the clothes I'd most likely never get to wear again. I had some very pretty dresses, too. After all the money spent on clothes over the years, was it really the end for them? I pulled out a dress and looked at it, running my hand over the fabric.

"Hey, Janelle," Brad walked into the bedroom. "What're you doing?"

"Hi, sweetie," I looked over at him before focusing back on the dress. "It's just....if I'll never be able to wear these again, should I even bother keeping them? I mean, my boobs are too big for ANYTHING!"

"I know, right?" he chuckled. "It's awesome."

"No, it's not," I replied. "I can't wear any of my favorite shirts anymore without ripping them!"

I put my dress back and when I did, I caught sight of my bikini. At first it didn't seem important but after a second glance I quickly took it out. Putting it on, I realized that my breasts had PLENTY of room!

"Brad, check to make sure the strings are tight. After, let me know how much is left over."

As he tugged on the strings my boobs jiggled. He inspected it to see how strong they were, "Hmmmm, seems to be working. You still have like four inches of string left. I don't understand why they make them to have so much leftover, though."

"I don't care, I just can't believe it actually fits! How does it look? Do I look okay? What do you think?"

"I can tell you're excited," he smiled. "It's cute."

"Haha, I'm just happy! It's almost like a bra!"

"Indeed it is," he watched my boobs bounce inside my bikini as they were pulled tightly together. "You know, I can remember when you wore this a few weeks ago. Now all I see is a TON of cleavage. It's ridiculously awesome."

"Yeah, tell me about it," I looked down and adjusted my top a little. "Now that you mention it, it doesn't really cover much, really. At least my nipples are covered, though."

"You look very sexy."

"Thanks, sweetie!" I gave him a kiss. "It's not exactly best thing, but hey, at least it covers my boobs, right? It's better than having to walk around topless."

"No it's not."

"Haha, well from MY point-of-view it's a good thing. You have no idea how stressing it was. At least with this bikini I won't feel so uncomfortable. I'm just not sure how long this will fit me...."

"Maybe a week if this keeps up?"

"Oh! We should go to the store and buy some! Hopefully they're not all gone."

I ran downstairs much quicker than I should have; my boobs jumped out from my bikini and swayed in all directions until I reached the bottom. While I adjusted my bikini to cover my boobs I slipped on my shoes. I then grabbed the car keys and opened the front door. I tossed Brad the keys, picked up my purse, and hurried to the car. Brad locked the door and closed it behind him. Once he unlocked the car we got in and I urged him to hurry.