"For sixty bucks this bra better feel fantastic and last forever!" she muttered to herself. The rubbing had gotten her nipples tight, and remembering how mean she'd been earlier I wished that it'd take a long time for them to relax once they got stiff.
The world blurred again, and I recalled how, even before her sudden growth began, Sis's "high beams" had been on a lot, just like Mom's. I was startled by thinking about my mom's tits. I mean, in a way watching your sister lotion herself up in front of a mirror is sick, but somehow it felt okay, where thinking about my mom was...weird.
Trish had leaned forward and was maneuvering her mammaries into their new home. When she straightened up they settled and the material of the bra stretched to contain them. The lace was thin enough in front that her still erect nipples were clearly visible, and the nubs looked like they were about to break through.
Trish was staring at herself in the mirror and blushing furiously. "'my boyfriend with love it' That nasty cow!" Trish started to sniffle and tears began rolling down her cheeks. "Blow all that money and I look like some fucking hooker! I hate these fucking things!" She batted at her lace-encased breasts then turned and sat down on the toilet to sob.
I could hear her clearly, even if I couldn't see her behind the vanity. Not being attached to the wall it wasn't transparent.