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“Dang, why won’t this thing get on? It fit about a few months ago!”
Layla Kira Richardson struggled as she tried to place her formerly moderate-sized T-shirt over her immense bosom, struggling as she saw that the two immense, round orbs were only covered from the top two-thirds. The bottom third continued to hang there in perfect pose, held up by a combination of back and pectoral muscles developed to the point that she didn’t even need a bra for support! But even so, she still needed a bra to cover up her chest if she wanted to go out in a presentable fashion for the afternoon!
“Mom, when did I last wear this thing anyway?”, she yelled out to whomever would hear her, hoping someone would be around. As she held on, she continued trying to stretch the T-shirt down, hoping it would just somehow magically become larger or longer or something! As she moved her arms, she could feel her massive shoulder muscles tightening up around the cuffs of the shirt, as if they were trying to tear them even further than she wanted. While it was bad enough that the cuffs couldn’t even reach down to her actual arms (which may have been a problem anyway since her biceps were so huge they would tear them up easily), having them stop at the shoulders was just as difficult and trying. Each movement would possibly be one more step towards turning them into cotton threads and she really wanted to try and save this thing…let alone the possibility of most of her summer wardrobe!
“Mom? Are you sure you didn’t just run it through the wash over the year? It can’t shrink that much, can it!” Unfortunately, the problem with the shirt in itself wasn’t Layla’s mother’s fault…but Layla’s herself! When she originally bought the shirt towards the end of summer the previous year, she was merely a sweet, cute 5 ft. 5 in. teenager, thin, chestless and preparing to enter her sophomore year of high school. All she really was concerned about was trying to improve on her grades after a mediocre freshman year where she spent more time staring at boys than studying. In particular were her physical education grades, which showed her barely passing if only for the effort she tried as opposed to her actual abilities. In order to try and help her out that year, one of the gym teachers suggested that she started hitting the weight room, perhaps a couple days or so a week to at least keep her in the running alongside the rest of her classmates. The original plan involved merely having her playing with a couple dumbbells and some light weights on the machine, enough to at least keep up with the others. Unfortunately, no one, not even Layla, expected her to adapt so well with the lifting schedule she had received. By the end of September, what had started with five pound dumbbells had progressed to twenties and light work on the barbells. It was as she started to lift that other changes began to emerge: her flat figure began to blossom into small breasts and she started to have a growth spurt in height as well, gaining about an inch or so.
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