She couldn’t breathe. Was it the room shrinking? Were the walls closing in? Or was it her?
Was Aurora filling up the room? Taking up every bit of available space, until the walls crush her or come tumbling down. Warm flesh closing in around her face, her body, squishing her. She opened her eyes, running from the nightmare her mind had created.
She collapsed on the ground in the corner of the bathroom, desperately trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t calm down. She knew she was still growing, but she’d always noticed it before, and it was never this quick. It was incremental, over months if not years, but this… she fit into this bra this morning.
“No,” she thought, “I must just be mistaken. That’s impossible. To grow that fast…” Her hands cradled the side of her breasts, squeezing them together, as if to manually shrink them herself. All this did was press her cleavage to meet her chin. She could feel the heat from her chest, from her heartbeat speeding up, the anxiety taking over her.
She looked up to the ceiling, and with as much focus as she could muster, she slowed her breathing. One big inhale, followed by an exhale. She could feel her heart slowing and the heat in her chest subduing. “It’ll be ok,” she whispered. “I’m here. I’m healthy. I’m ok.”
Another few minutes went by before a knock shook her out of her meditative state. “Hey, Aurora? You okay, girl?”
It was Debbie. Aurora had no idea how long she’d been hiding away. “Hey. Yeah, I’m ok. Be right out.” With a heavy thrust, she stood up. She watched her chest, each breast wider than the edge of the bathroom mirror. They were big, she thought, but she didn’t need to let them take over her every waking thought. She can choose how she lets them affect her, and she’s not letting them overwhelm her. She takes one last deep breath, splashes some water in her face, and heads out to Debbie, who was looking quite concerned.
“Are you ok, girlie?” Debbie grabbed Aurora’s hand as she took a seat. “I didn’t mean to say something to upset you…”
“It’s okay, Debbie. Really. I guess I hadn’t noticed that my clothes had shrunk,” she lied. “Let’s go to the outlets today. You free?” Aurora was already getting up and gathering her things. She was going with or without her friend.
“Sure! Let’s do it,” Debbie pushed back the awkwardness, and the two women walked out of the building, arms linked, and grabbed a lift to the only shops that could help Auora.
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“I’m sorry, Miss. We’ll have to special order this,” a kind young woman said, clearly overwhelmed by the size of Aurora’s chest at her eye level. Grace, as her nametag stated, kept trying and failing at maintaining eye contact. Aurora rolled her eyes and just nodded.
“I figured. It’s alright. Can you call me when you have it in? I usually prefer to try it on in person for any last-minute alterations,” Aurora looked down at the woman, whose eyes were level with her magnanimous juggs. The attendant needs Aurora to hold the measuring tape for her so that it could wrap all the way around Aurora’s chest. That was a first for her, but Aurora had been used to it. Aurora watched as the employee jotted down the new dimensions of her chest - it was true.
Aurora had gotten bigger, but this was much faster than before. She’d have her growth spurts, but she’d gotten into a rhythm with them. She would grow quickly (duh), but she just remeasured two weeks ago. Her doctor had said she should be seeing a waning period of growth, but it looks to be speeding up.
The woman nodded at Aurora’s request and took down her number for when the bra would arrive. In the meantime, Aurora took a deep breath, looked at herself in the mirror, and exhaled her anxiety. She can’t control how fast she grows, but she can control how she reacts to it.
Her boob flesh was clearly overflowing from her bra under her shirt, but if she went braless, she’d be arrested. Her shirt just wasn’t long enough. She made her way to Debbie, who was looking through the available blouses. She grabbed Larges and X-L sizes, but Aurora laughed. “Are you shopping for you or for me? Cause if it’s for me, you’ll need to start with these.” Aurora pointed to the 4 XL and above sizes on the rack, which were much more sparse than the smaller sizes.
“I just thought some of these would be cute for your date with Big D,” Debbie winked.
“Gross!” Aurora laughed, smacking her friend's shoulder. “I want to romance him, not give him a heart attack,” Aurora eyed the tops Debbie was sorting through. Low-cut blouses, each of which would explode off of Aurora in a hail of buttons and thread if she dared to try them on.
“I mean, he’s taken a few blows to the chest, I’m sure he’ll be ok,” Debbie elbowed Aurora in the tit. To Debbie, it was like her elbow prodding an overstuffed sleeping bag. Aurora cooed at the sensation, a bit embarrassed.
“I shouldn’t have told you that,” she giggled to herself. The women made their way to the back corner of the women’s section, where Aurora had found the most luck finding her size - the Sale Rack. Normally, people aren’t rushing to buy up all the oversized tanks, tops, and tees. Extra bonus - they were usually on sale. Which in Aurora’s head, helped even out the enormous expense of her brassieres. As she walked the aisle, she thought of Dylan.
What was he going to say when her breasts were bigger than his entire person? Or even bigger? Aurora was in no place to consider a reduction, and even if she was - she couldn’t imagine herself going through with it. Anxiety swirled in her stomach as she felt the side of her breast graze both sides of the aisle simultaneously. She stopped, took 4 deep breaths, and grounded herself.
She imagined herself in the ocean. The sounds of waves crashing around her filled her ears, while the sensation of the water taking away the weight of her chest brought her imagined relief. In this oasis, she was alone. She could be herself, but whenever she visited this place in her mind, she felt lonely. She could be free, but with no one to share this relief with. “Dylan,” she whispered as she opened her eyes. The roaring torment of her anxiety now only a dull roar in the back of her mind,and she took out her phone and pulled up Dylan’s messages.
She opened the photo option and snapped a pic from beneath her cleavage, eclipsing the overhead lights with her two massive mounds. She giggled at the photo as she captioned it, “Hello down there!” Send!
ping
He hearted her message.
D: hello miss! It’s tiny dylan here.
Aurora giggled.
A: I don’t think you’re that tiny ;)
D: you flirt!
A: guilty!
D: what are you up to?
Aurora looked around the aisle as a flash of red caught her eye. She marched over, ignoring the groans of the shelves and hangers as her tits slid passed. Her hands felt the item - thinner than she’d like, but sturdy. Wide, like most things she needed. It could handle her, at least for one evening. She checked the price tag, marked down significantly from its original high price. This was the perfect attire for Friday.
A: Oh, just getting my outfit picked out for our date on Friday. You know the dress code, don’t you?
D: I hadn’t received my official RSVP, but I assume black tie? Business casual? Canadian tuxedo?
A: All good guesses, but I’m a more relaxed girl image attached
Aurora snapped a pic of her next purchase - a red bikini that looks like it was meant to be used to haul in a mountain of fish off the coast of Alaska. The cups were surrounded by fish netting, and Aurora could easily imagine wrapping Dylan up in just one of these cups.
ping
Dylan responded back immediately.
D: Girl, you gotta warn a guy next time! I opened that in public!
A: hehehe ;)
D: You don’t feel bad at all, do you?
A: not one bit, no.
D: Ugh, I can’t with you 😘I’ll pick up a pair of trunks. Or should I grab a bikini as well?
A: I mean, you can do what you like, but I’d hate to have the bouncer kick you out of my apartment because you were underdressed.
D: You’ve got a bouncer now?
A: Well, two of them. You’ve met them, actually. Bounced on them a few times, if I’m not mistaken.
Aurora was proud of herself for that one. Her giggled caused her oil-drum-sized tits to rumble and shake the nearby sale items.
D: I would hate to meet those two again ;) I can’t wait for Friday!
A: Come hungry!
Aurora snatched up the swimwear and a nice shaul to cover her shoulders. She found Debbie, and they made their way to check out. Aurora always preferred self-check out to avoid the looks of either judgment or envy from the staff. She gave Debbie a big hug, shimming her breasts just a bit to give Debbie a giggle. She loved and loathed this woman, and she wished that she could find someone for Debbie. She hadn’t had the best string of relationships with men, but that’s a different story.
Aurora ordered her car and headed home, eager for her upcoming date. She ordered her groceries, crafting material, and decorations for home delivery and got to work on the days leading up to the date. She’d always found herself to be quite crafty, even before she grew a set of breasts that tormented every top she’d ever owned. She’d made it a near-weekly occurrence of stitching some holes and tears in her clothes from bumping into countertops and corners.
The big day was hear, and Aurora’s heart was beating fast in the hours leading up the Dylan’s arrival. She had prepped her ingredients, staged everything, and had even tried on her new bikini. Unfortunately, it did feel a bit tighter than it had when she had brought it home, which was getting to Aurora. She took her breaths - focus on the ocean, the water, the sand - deep breaths in, deep breaths out. Before she could truly feel grounded, there was a knock on the door.
Dylan was here.
TO BE CONTINUED