Joanna licked her lips as she stretched the enormous bra between her hands, each cup large enough to cover her head. Even with her arms spread wide, her gigantic breasts still got in the way, and she wondered how much trouble she would have handling them without support. Her mom’s command to not wear a bra would leave them bouncing all over, she was sure, and she wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the day.
But maybe the fullness in her breasts would make wearing a bra more uncomfortable than it was worth. They felt sore, pent-up. A bra would give support, but would also constrict.
She licked her lips again. Why had she done that?
The bra went back in her closet, and she pulled out a giant pink t-shirt with a heart design painted across the chest, her new memories telling her she’d just gotten it for her eighteenth birthday. She pulled it on, and the fabric hung awkwardly off her enormous rack, the bottom of the oversized garment stopping just above her waist. She tried to pull it down to cover herself, but it was no use. Her boobs were simply too big.
She stepped away from her closet in frustration, and realized that she was standing on her toes. It took some mental effort and focus to lower her feet back to the ground, and as she did so she licked her lips again. She wiped away the saliva from her mouth, and then noticed she was on her toes again. This had to be something new from her mom.
Like the thought summoned her, she appeared in the doorway.
“Alright, are you ready to go?”
“No. I’m trying to get dressed, but something’s wrong with my feet.”
Wait, would that count as complaining? Compulsively, she licked her lips again as soon as she stopped speaking.
“Joanna, we don’t have time for this. Just throw on some heels and let’s go. I’ll be down in the car.” She sounded impatient, but she had the barest hint of a smile, like she was in on a joke that Joanna was blind to. She turned to leave, and as she watched her go she licked her lips again.
She turned back to her closet, and sure enough there were a few sets of heels of various designs that hadn’t been there before. Or had they? She’d never been able to walk in normal shoes, they were too uncomfortable.
She shook her head in frustration as she went to put the shoes on. She tried to remember being able to walk normally, but her mind came up blank as reality shifted around her. With the shoes on, she was able to move around easier, and ran outside to the car where her mom waited in the driver’s seat.
“I used that program to make me this,” she smirked as she held up the glowing screen of her phone. “It’s an app version that links to the program back home, so I can make changes while we’re out.”
“C’mon, mom, is that really necessary?” she protested as she struggled to get her seatbelt across her massive, achingly full chest.
“Absolutely. You see, this is to teach you a lesson about women. But I was worried you’d try to keep your mouth shut just because you’re afraid of what might happen to you next. So, I made one other change: from now on, you’ll always speak what’s on your mind.”
Her mouth dropped in horror as her mom backed the car out of the driveway.