Komoe went back for bowl after bowl of soup. Before long, she had finished off the entire pot.
Feeling a little full, Komoe squished her breasts between her arms. Despite having ripped through her shirt, Komoe's breasts hadn't yet obliterated her bra. Stretched to its limits, the bra held firm, digging deeply into Komoe's ever growing bosom, breast flesh spilling out not only above and to the sides of her bra, but also below it.
As the growth slowed, the clasp on the poor bra began to strain, the four wire hooks holding it in place had exceeded their limit and began to bend.
Settling around 222cm, Komoe's breasts had finally stopped growing, double her usual size! Her bra threatened to snap open at any moment.
"Oh no, clumsy me, Komoe-chan overdid it just a little."
Komoe needed new clothes, so she decided to go shopping before everywhere closed. It was getting late and Komoe had to hurry. Unable to find any clothes large enough to cover her extra ample bosom, Komoe began to panic.
"Komoe-chan has nothing big enough to wear!" She wailed, running on the spot causing her doubly monstrous mammaries to slap into her knees, bouncing back by their own elasticity. Komoe's already over-stressed bra finally gave in and snapped clean off, unleashing the raging boulders it once restrained. The bra blew off as Komoe lost her balance from the sheer force of her breasts surging forward.
Falling down, Komoe caught hold of what ever she could to try and regain her balance. Reaching out, her hand brushed a nearby curtain, though grabbing it only ripped it off the wall and Komoe found herself tangled up in it as she hit the floor.
With a loud flomp, Komoe landed breast-first on the floor. Her huge udders contracted and absorbed the impact, then, almost as if made of rubber, the energy bounced Komoe back on her feet.
The ordeal caused Komoe's engorged knockers to jiggle and sway, their movements unceasing.
After a while, Komoe's tits settled down and the wobbling stopped. Komoe bent over and picked up the curtain she had torn down, her bare breasts swinging pendulously, almost reaching the ground as she leant over. Standing back up was difficult due to the added weight on her chest.
She thought for a minute as an idea struck the busty girl. She could use this as covering until she bought new clothes to fit her buxom form.
After wrapping herself with the curtain, making sure she was completely covered, Komoe headed off to the only store that sold bras big enough for her, Bulge-Barrier.
Komoe headed right to the back of the store as soon as she got there, her melons bouncing with every step. The section she was looking for was called Custom cups. Since they didn't stock bras large enough, Komoe always had them custom made while she waited.
Being so close to closing time however, the seamstress refused to serve Komoe.
Taking some measurements, the employee reluctantly told Komoe she'd have something ready in a week.
"A week?" Komoe cried out, shocked at the long wait. "Why so long? Komoe-chan needs it now."
The annoyed employee replied to Komoe, explaining that she had a large back-order and that there were several orders before her.
Reluctantly, Komoe placed her order and noved to another part of the store. She needed something , anything, for the week - even if it was a bit tight. She couldn't wear a curtain all week.
Thinking hard sbout what she could substitute for the moment, Komoe wasn't paying attention to where she was walking.
"Miss," called out someone. Komoe turned to see one of the store employees. "We're closing soon, please try to make your purchase soon, okay?"
"Komoe-chan will do her best!" She cried out and promptly turned around energetically, her bloated bust swinging wide as she turned.
CRASH
Komoe had knocked over a rack of clothing when a whoppermelon collided with it.
Scrambling to clean the mess, Komoe saw what would be perfect to cage her melons until her custom bra was ready.
Komoe had knocked over the swimsuit rack. Elastic enough to stretch a little, while strong enough to withstand the extreme pressure of her burgeoning bust.
After repairing the rack and returning the scattered articles of clothing, Komoe took the largest item available and made her way to the cashier, her breasts jiggling like custard as she bounced up to the cash register. Barely tall enough to see over the counter, Komoe paid for her purchase and skipped home to put it on. The curtain wasn't exactly comfortable.
Komoe had bought...
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