The Bank Heist
Cherie was standing in line at the bank waiting to deposit her tips from the last week. Eight hundred and forty-nine dollars, that was down from the week before and down from the week before that.
"I've got to find another way to make a living," she told herself. "Dancing is so unpredictable."
Since breaking up with her husband, she missed the steady income he provided, not to mention his big dick. She noticed that the security guard was staring at her, well not at her face, not even at the wad of cash in her hand, but at her huge breasts. Having basketball sized breasts and being a topless dancer, she was use to being stared at so it didn't bother her. Instead she faked a yawn, bending her back and taking as deep of breath as her bra would allow. She wasn't really sure what size she was because she would buy the biggest bras she could find, but they were never really big enough. The security guard was pretending not to be watching her but Cherie knew from the growing bulge in his pants that he was.
She began to slowly twist at the waist, as if listening to imaginary music, causing her heavy breasts to sway softly. She always enjoyed the effect she had on men. The security guard was beginning to sweat and the bulge in the front of his pants was getting bigger and bigger. She was impressed at how big he was getting and even began to get a little turned on herself. He looks like he has a beer can in his pants, she thought.
The line moved and she stepped forward, almost even beside him, giving him a good look at her profile. She put her hand against her flat stomach and stretched again showing him just how extreme her proportions really were. She was five foot five inches tall and blessed with an amazing hourglass figure, huge oversized breasts, a narrow waist and a round plump ass. She saw the guard jump suddenly in her peripheral vision, then turn suddenly and hurry to the bathroom.
A little grey-haired lady in line behind her said, "Did you see the size of his dick? I thought he was going to rip his zipper."
Cherie laughed at her bluntness. "Yes, he may be in there awhile. It looked like he may have his hands full," she joked.
A vision of the guard in the bathroom with his pants down jerking violently on a huge cock flashed through Cherie's mind and she thought, "I wouldn't mind helping, after all it is MY fault." Then she blushed slightly.
The line moved again bringing her back into the moment when I big commotion started behind her, from the front door of the bank. A man in a black ski mask walked into the middle of the floor and waving a gun.
He yelled, "Everyone get against the counter and sit down!"
A collective gasp when through the customers but no one moved. They all seemed to be frozen in fear until he screamed, "NOW!"
Then everyone jumped, scared and begin to hurry toward the counter. Cherie strangely wasn't scared, all she could think was that the security guard was going to be caught with his pants down, literally, and it was HER fault. She thought that if she could distract the robber the same way, then maybe she could somehow disarm him. She reached behind her back and tried to unfasten her bra.
"Damn it, too many hooks," she said aloud, wishing she had on her dancing clothes.
She would usually just wear a bikini top on stage, so one good tug on the right string and... freedom, but it offered no support so out in the real world. In an effort to keep the stares to a minimum, she put up with shoulder padding, cups bigger that her head and at least half a dozen hooks on a six inch strip of material. She thought it looked like bondage material the first time she saw it but in trying to support the weight of her enormous bust, it was all necessary. Frustrated she sat down on the floor. When the robber turned to address the bank teller, Cherie continued to fumble at her bra through her shirt. Suddenly she felt another set of hands deftly unhook the remaining ones for her. She looked back and saw the little old lady smiling at her.
"Give him a show," she whispered.
Cherie nodded in agreement. She pulled the straps off her shoulders and out the arm holes in her shirt. She reached under the front of her shirt and pulled the huge bra out from underneath.
"Damn, I could make a hammock out of that!" the old lady exclaimed.
Cherie just smiled and handed it to her, then began pinching and pulling on her nipples. They responded almost instantly, getting hard. She was truly blessed, not only did she have the biggest breasts of anyone she'd ever met but her nipples were big around as grapes and very sensitive. She waited until the robber turned back around to face her and she slowly arched her back as far as she could. Her huge breasts stretched the material of her shirt and her fat nipples stuck out obscenely. The robber saw her and his eyes flew open wide, a silent "wow" came out of his mouth uncontrollably. She slowly began to draw the deepest breath she could making her already huge breasts seem to swell bigger and bigger, while simultaneously pulling on the bottom of her shirt making her amazing cleavage grow longer and longer. Everyone in the bank was silent, seemingly mesmerized by Cherie's mountainous swelling bust and the robber, thoughtlessly lowered the gun. A faint ripping sound came from the seams as the material as it grew tighter and tighter threatening to explode at any moment under the tremendous stress.
When she had taken in as much air as she could and pulled the shirt tight enough that it was almost see through, she wiggled slightly side to side making them rock beautifully. The robber finally looked up in to her eyes, she gave him her best smile.
