Peter's jaw gaped at his girlfriend's growth. Her new breasts looked
like a set of volleyballs, straining in the black bra. But Joce didn't
seem to notice.
He blubbered for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. Should
he tell her? Did she know?
Did he really want her to stop there?
"Uh, Joce. I think I got you the wrong bra- your...ah...cups seem to
be overflowing."
Joce looked in the mirror, and Peter cringed, waiting for her to
notice. But she didn't, just fiddled with the bra looked back at him.
"Yeah, I think so. This does seem a little tight."
"I'll get you a bigger one." Peter went over to the table and searched
for the biggest one he could find. They went by the alphabet, right?
How far did it go? He'd heard Joce mention double Es once when
watching reality tv... and those had been pretty big...
He saw a bra in the back much, much larger for the rest. Looking it
over, he noticed the tag said it was a promotional item, and marked
'Triple M'. Whatever it was, it was ridiculously huge. Joce was
bound to notice how big it was- her head could fit into just one side
of it. But he couldn't help himself, and passed it back to her.
Several minutes passed, and Peter cringed at the impending shriek.
But instead, Joce let out a contented sigh and pushed back the
curtain. "Perfect!"
Peter's jaw dropped. There, Joce was her usual petite self, save for
the BIGGEST BOOBS he'd ever seen in his life. Each one had to be twice
the size of a basketball, taking up most of her chest and beyond, with
the bottom curves practically in line with her belly-button, and the
upper swell pushing beyond her collar bone. They jiggled like an
earthquake with each breath. Men would gladly suffocate in those.
Joce grinned at Peter's lust filled gaze and ducked back inside to
pull off the tags to pay, and pull her shirt back on. The old t-
shirt, baggy before, now creaked under the stress of the two pontoons
beneath it.
Joce didn't seem to notice the cashier's bulging eyes as she looked at
the tags and politely said in a small voice that the bra was free of
charge.
Peter dumbly followed after Joce, entranced by the heaving, swaying
rack that his height gave a perfect view of. A funny feeling tingled
in his stomach.
In fact, the funny feeling kept growing the more he stared....