21 and Still Growing
She woke up and instantly felt it—her chest had ballooned again overnight, way bigger than when she went to bed. Buttons were scattered all over the sheets, most of them popped clean off, and just one sad little button was still clinging on in the middle like it was fighting for its life. The shirt was basically useless now, stretched so tight it looked ready to rip any second, and the new weight pulled her forward hard. At 21, she was still getting used to this crazy condition that just wouldn't stop making her boobs grow every single day.
She slid out of bed super slow, wobbling and waddling toward the closet because the extra heaviness threw off her whole balance. Every step made them bounce and sway like crazy, the last button groaning like it was about to give up too. Halfway there she stopped, laughed a little nervously, and grabbed the loose ends of the ruined shirt. She tied them together in a quick knot right under her chest to at least stay decent while walking around the house. It barely held everything in, but it would do for now… even though she knew tomorrow they'd probably be even huger. And weirdly? She was kinda excited for it. 😏
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We will have to see a future part with how much more she has grown.
Wow! Reminds me of Mindy MtEverchest!