A young girl stared directly at Jeff when the closest opened. Recognition shown on her face as his owners daughter gave a wide smile. How much time has passed? The girl before him was now a young lady with a large rack for her petite body. Jeff remember being worn by the women, his owner, as this girl played with her dolls.
Time must have flown by while he was a bra. Before Jeff could reorganize his thoughts the daughter picked him off his hanger and held him over her chest towards a mirror.
Jeff didn't look half bad on top of her chest, and the heat from her nipples gave him the desire to be worn and so support these massive bosoms. He heard the girl yell something aloud towards an unknown person afar, probably her mother jeff thought. Almost instantly the daughter dropped him on the bed and took off her shirt causing her breast to raise with the shirt and fall once the shirt was no longer carrying her huge breast. Her bosom dropped with considerable weight against her chest, causing a loud slapping noise once she tossed the short to the floor with no care.
Doing a doing Jeff spotted he current bra, a worn and undersized bra that was on its last strap. Boob fell from the sides of the cup, asa bra Jeff knew this old bra gave no support. Jeff desire to be worn was ramped up to 200% as he needed to support this poor girl and her heavy breast.