"So, how's the, uh, problem?" Holly asked. She and Danielle sat on a bench in the local mall, bags beside them, stuffed with the latest in a line of soon to be useless clothes. A week had passed and she still grew, faster than ever it seemed. She grimaced at how her breasts bellowed over the cups of her old bra, swallowing them in the sensitive flesh. It was a miracle that her nipples remained inside as they leaked.
"Annoying," Danielle said and tugged on the straps again. Should have changed in the store, she thought with a glance at Holly, who was partly responsible for her not doing so. The fact they were in public hadn't dissuaded the albino, instead it bolstered her to new heights. She'd all but emptied Danielle's balls, though they already surged with a fresh batch. The evidence lingered on Holly's belly; a pudgy gut squished by her belt.
"Can't be that bad. It's kind of sexy if you ask me," Holly said and licked her lips, eyes boiling with desire once more.
"You're worse than Casey," Danielle giggled, "Is there anything you need while we're here? We've only looked at stuff for me."
"Hmm," Holly surveyed the shops, "Not really. But I think I know something that might help you," she gestured to a maternity shop, "I've heard those bras are super stretchy and absorbent. Plus they should have breast pumps."
"But I'm not pregnant."
"So? We'll just say I am," Holly adjusted her belt so it no longer crushed her belly and instead gave her a slightly rounded bump, as if she were in early pregnancy. Warmth tickled Danielle's skin as she looked at the sight.
"Looks good," the futa said and stood. She carried all the bags, their weight was a comfortable reality for her, distracting from the other burdens she sported, which reminded her of their presence just by breathing. Her breasts jiggled if she respired too suddenly, and her butt was omnipresent, either forcing her underwear to wedge between it, or lifting her several inches from where she sat. Their masculine counterpart needed no reminder.
They headed into the store and all eyes strayed to them. Rather, they turned to Danielle. Holly required no further attention once they took in her skin and faux baby bump, but the egregiously endowed futa was another matter. From her friends' testimony, they could spend days, even weeks just looking at her. Such was her beauty.
Even her added musculature had no effect. Danielle hunched slightly to diminish her presence, though that only caused the bra to bite deeper. She shouldn't bother with it anymore. The weight wasn't a problem, not when her entire body rippled with strength. It honed her once soft form into a hardened statue, yet her curves remained prominent, firmer than before but still enormous. She passed a woman who saw no issue with gawking straight at her boobs. Danielle tensed and hoped the display of muscle would put her off. It didn't.
What good was being strong if it did nothing? Holly continued unabated, combing the hooks for bras that might fit the voluptuous futa, though few seemed vast enough. One was close, just an inch short. She approached an employee, wresting their attention from Danielle. Please hurry, she silently begged.
The stares were transitioning to lust. After so many times with her friends, and several strangers, she easily recognised it. People had different tells. One woman was obvious, her lips parted, her eyes became heavy-lidded and her thighs clenched. Another was subtler, with a slight brush of her tongue over her lips, or a sharper breath. It wouldn't be long before they approached her.
"Holly?"
If she heard the worry in Danielle's voice, she didn't show it, "They said they should have something. Maybe a couple even bigger than you. Isn't that great?"
"Hmm," Danielle moved to stand behind her, aware that it seemed ridiculous. She stood several inches over Holly, and her physique made the buxom albino comparable to a stick. If she could just shrink and hide -- not even hide, just shrink -- then she could be a normal girl again, or close enough. People were always kind to her, she recalled. Most claimed it was just how she was. Now she suspected another reason.
"Still though," Holly continued, eyes glimmering with intrigue, "Bigger than a fucking U cup? That'll be a sight."
"Yeah."
"Are you okay?" Holly asked, finally noticing.
"I... yeah. I think?" Danielle wished she sounded convincing, but it was impossible. The entire store, even those in the middle of a transaction, were fixated on her. She didn't meet their eyes. They were all the same, each with their own twisted glint that lust perpetuated. Holly looked now and huffed.
"Geez, get a life," Holly grumbled and stroked a hand through Danielle's hair, "It's alright. I'm here."
"I'm not a kid," Danielle said, but smiled gratefully. The fingers felt nice across her scalp, soothing like her mother's touch was years ago. A touch she hadn't known in years.
"Might as well be. You're too naïve to be anything else," Holly chuckled and gave her a peck on the lips, "But I love that about you."
Someone cleared their throat. Danielle looked and saw a young man holding several massive bras, a look of disbelief on his face. Not lust, but shock. He said nothing as Holly took the underwear with a smile, then it turned mischievous, and said, "Let's see if these even fit you. But who knows how long they'll last. Bet you'll outgrow them in a week." The man went wide-eyed and turned away. His pants had looked strained, like Danielle's always were.
"I hope they don't," Danielle said as they settled in a changing room.
"I think you're in the minority there," Holly handed her one of the bras. The smallest of the lot.
"What even attracts you to them?" Danielle asked as she stripped down, sighing at the relief to her chiselled body. The straps had left their mark, though they'd heal in a few minutes. Released from their prison, her breasts fell to slap against her abs and dripped milk to the floor. She wiped it up with the old one, intent on throwing it away regardless. Her nipples poked out a full inch now, despite her unaroused state.
"It's hard to put into words," Holly said and stared at the hulking masses.
"They're just fat," Danielle sighed. Fat that wouldn't burn off no matter what exercises she tried. Megan had exhausted all their options and, barring a radical, unhealthy diet, she saw no means to reduce their size naturally. Danielle was stuck with them.
"Hmm, but they're beautiful. The way your skin just flows, it's like a stream. So calm and fluid, then it spreads into an entire ocean, where anything can happen," as she spoke, she hefted one in both hands, "Not just that, but the feel of them. It's kind of satisfying, like a giant water balloon, you know. But there's more. I feel like, when I'm holding them or their pressed against me, like you're with me, Dani. So close that you're in my very soul."
