-Oh, what a disgusting thing! - Ms.Stiff dropped the bra on the ground and had a grimace on her face. Anyway, she had to move forward. However, when she stood up, she felt growing heat within her chest.
-Oh...It's being really hot here. I guess... I guess I stay a little longer. Phew, I should not have skipped my gym.
She sat back at the stone and started to fan her with her hands. Drops of sweat appeared on her forehead, neck, and chest. Ms. Stiff breathing became more rapid and agitated.
-Ohh...OOOh - Ms. Stiff started to moan as her skin was slowly becoming more tanned and turning from creamy white to olive.
She started to feel a sore, swelling feeling in her A-cup breasts.
-I...I hope this thing is not contagious - Ms.Stiff unbuttoned her blouse and fanned her chest with two hands. Meanwhile, her erected nipples rebelled against the prison of Sherman's expensive brasserie. Pushing forward, fueled by warmth of the chest, Sherman Stiff's breasts started slowly but steadily grow.
Throbbing, pleasurable feeling originated inside Sherman. Like a heavy ball, it accumulated at the bottom of her crotch. While pleasure gathering down Sherman, her lingerie bit into her shoulders and her breasts cups. With each of her breaths, the fabric strain became more and more intense, more and more painful in addition to heat and sweating. Sherman tried to reach the clasps of her bra but ultimately failed to do it - her breasts made it almost an impossible task. The strain and the pain became absolute torture but suddenly Sherman heard a soft clank and then pain faded away...with Sherman's bra.
-Oh my...-She finally could look down and see like her totally unfeminine mosquito bites turned into glorious, a bit glistening, D cup breasts of an olive color with protruding nipples.
-Good Lord - gasped Sherman. But the fun only has begun.