Emma's breasts overflow the cups of her bra as she tries to pull the clasps together behind her back.
This is weird, she thinks to herself. Bras don't shrink, and this one was fitting fine until recently.
Now that she takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror, it does look like her boobs may be a bit bigger. As far as she knows, she has not gained any weight. She notes that her stomach still looks nice and flat. Why would her breasts suddenly grow enough to make her bra fit this poorly?
There is no time to dwell on this, though. Emma is running late. She would normally have needed to have left by now to be on time. Luckily, Jason's apartment is much closer to her office than her beach condo, so she still has time to stop for a cup of coffee on her way, but she will need to leave as soon as possible. This shortened commute is one of the many perks she has enjoyed since she started staying at Jason's place.
As it turns out, the hurricane brought with it an unexpectedly bad storm surge, and her apartment ended up with 2 feet of water in it. Repairs are going to take weeks to complete, and most of her furniture is completely ruined. Luckily, Jason was more than willing to let Emma stay with him, and the past few days they have been getting to know each other intimately. They have both been pleasantly surprised to find that their compatibility extended beyond easy conversation and a single night of sexual exploration.
Emma hurriedly finished getting dressed in her black pencil skirt and white blouse. The buttons are pulled tight across her chest, creating an opening where the fabric is being strained. Noticing this, Emma sighs. This is going to be a problem, she thinks. She will need to buy some new clothes.
Rushing out of the bathroom, Emma nearly collides with Jason, who had just gotten out of bed and was heading into the bathroom to start getting ready to work himself.
"Oh! Sorry!" she says, bracing herself against him by putting her hand on Jason's shoulder.
"It's okay," he replies, "I was still half asleep." He chuckles.
"I've got to go. I'm going to be late."
"Okay," he replies before leaning in to give her a kiss.
They embrace each other and share a lingering kiss. Emma stands on her toes so that she can better meet his lips and enjoy the intoxicating sensation.
After a moment, they pull apart, both smiling. Just as Emma moves to pull away, she pauses.
"Oh," she says, looking down.
Jason's semi-hard member, hanging down nearly to his knee, is pressing against her through his underwear.
"Morning wood, I guess." Jason chuckles. "Although that kiss may have made it worse."
"I'll have to take care of that later," says Emma. Her open hand grazes his shaft momentarily.
"About that," Jason starts, sounding serious, "I think we need to talk about those pills."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. With just taking a couple of them the past few days, I've gotten really big, and I'm concerned it will be permanent. I think we should take a break from using them."
"Hmmm," Emma replies initially, looking away, but then looking Jason in the eyes, she continues, "Let's talk about it later. Okay?"
"Okay." Jason smiles.
Emma gives Jason another kiss, this time just a quick peck. Then she rushes toward the entrance, quickly puts on her heels, and heads out the door.
Outside, the sun is slowly emerging from below the horizon. Light burst through the gaps between trees and buildings and streaks across the clear blue sky.
As Emma pulls her tiny hatchback out onto the boulevard, she notes that despite the weather being beautiful now, there are numerous branches and other debris still scattered around from the storm. A hurricane has the power to create dramatic change where it makes landfall, and while the debris will eventually be all cleaned up, she hopes the change that it has brought in her relationship with Jason will be long-lasting.
It has been a long time since she has felt this girlish obsession with a new boyfriend. She knows that she has a deep physical attraction to Jason. After all, he is very handsome and has a great body to boot. But, more importantly, he is a kind and thoughtful person.
"He is perfect," she says aloud to herself as she drives.
Emma feels a bit guilty, though. The past few days, she has discovered a deep primal desire within herself; a type of wanton passion that was unlocked by being in the presence of Jason's improbably large penis. The burning flames of her desire have been further fueled by the effects of those "dick pills" that were serendipitously misdelivered to Jason's apartment.
In her lustful state, she has several times now begged Jason to take another pill so that she can see him grow bigger and bigger. With every pill he has taken, the effect is the same, and a few hours later, his cock grows angry and hard. It gets a little longer and thicker each time, and this growth drives Emma wild. Her head goes foggy with desire, and she can't help but lose herself in her attempts to stimulate his massive cock. But she realizes now that she has not been considerate of how Jason feels.
Last night, she measured Jason at 19 inches long at his full hardness, mere minutes before he would yet again erupt with more cum than most men would produce in a year.
Jason was already struggling in his sex life due to having a 14 inch cock, and now Emma had made him grow even bigger. If the effect of these pills is permanent, she may have already doomed him to a life of never being able to have penetrative sex with a woman.
"Shit." Emma realizes that in her absentminded state that she just drove by the coffee shop in which she intended to stop at.
She will just have to take responsibility for what she has done, she thinks. If it's permanent, she is willing to do anything to service Jason sexually, and if he doesn't want to take those pills, she will respect that and not pressure him to do so again.
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After work, Emma decides she is going to stop by a department store to pick up a couple of work tops and maybe a new bra. She tried calling Jason at his workplace, but he was already gone, and she couldn't reach him at his apartment yet. She figured he must still be on the road, but it wouldn't take too long to do some shopping, so she'll just see him when he gets home.
As she walks into the department store, she just so happens to choose the entrance that leads directly into the undergarment section.
Well, I guess I'll just get this over with, she says to herself. Getting measured for a bra is always a bit awkward, but very necessary when you are as well-endowed as Emma.
In her younger years, Emma was like most people in that she didn't fully understand bra sizing and assumed that just because she didn't see bras bigger than DD, they must be as big as anybody needs. She was shocked the first time she got measured and was told that her correct bra size was a 30G, not the 34DD she had been buying. More recently, she had gone up to wearing size 30H bras, but based on her overflowing cups, she suspected she needed to go up another cup size.
After Emma flags down an employee, another employee is called over who could do the measuring. This employee is a tall, dark-haired woman who speaks with a hint of an eastern European accent. She doesn't introduce herself, but she leads Emma to a changing room so that she can measure her.
After Emma removes her blouse, she reminds herself that this woman is a professional and there is no need to feel bashful, and she continues by then removing her bra.
"You have very nice breasts," the woman states firmly.
Emma chuckles. "Thank you." She had not expected a comment like that, but the matter-of-fact way in which she said it was amusing to Emma.
The woman quickly measures Emma's underbust with her tape measure before moving on to take a couple measurements of her bust.
