...she had to adjust the seat belt quite a bit more than usual. This
was very strange, because she normally only had to adjust it a
little. Shrugging it off, she locked it into place, and looked over
at Bobby.
"So, are you ready for the big game tonight?" she asked.
"Always, babe. Especially the big 'pre-game'," he said, with a grin
on his face.
"Of course you are, and so am I, big boy," she cooed, grinning back
at him. That's when she noticed the seatbelt starting to dig into
her breasts.
"What the hell?" she muttered as she readjusted the belt.
"What's wrong baby?"
"Nothing, it's just that this stupid seat belt is tightening up on me
for some reason," she explained. The words had barely gotten out of
her mouth when the belt began to dig into her breasts again.
"UGH! STUPID THING!" she exclaimed as she moved her arms to readjust
the belt a second time.
RRRIIIPPP!
Jennifer gasped as she felt her top begin to rip in the back.
"What the HELL is going on?!" she exclaimed, shocked by the
unexpected rip. That's when she noticed the belt getting too tight
yet again. Her clothes, even the ripped top, were getting very
tight, very fast.......