"I just have to get a new top, even though I just love your shirt."
Among the booths was a shop selling bikinis and other womans sportswear.
Jill sighed as she rummaged around the bikini tops.
"You know, Bart, two years ago when I started school, I was a size 6, almost skinny enough to be a model and now - well the last time I bought a swimsuit, it was size 12. It's up here that I have the real problem."
She shrugged the breasts that strained Bret's shirt and billowed gently with the exertion.
Bret was beginning to get uncomfortable. Here was this virtual stranger sharing these intimate details of her personal life. He was certainly aroused by her well endowed body but maybe things were getting along too fast.
"It all started when I moved in with my boyfriend. He was a serious bodybuilder and I had to fix his meals just like he wanted. Massive amounts of protein and vegetables with a few carbs and lots of supplements. I ended up eating the same stuff. Then he decided to bulk up and he got this special supplement. I was curious about it and tried it a few times, thinking that it was time to get beyond size 6. When Bart , his name was Bart, got run down on the way to school and died, I was devastated. I stopped eating healthy and got to liking the supplement."
She paused, finding a flag sized top.
"I think this might do," she squeeled and rushed into the dressing room.
Emerging a few minutes later carrying Bret's shirt and a bad, she was barely fitting into a bright red bikini top.
"Here," she said giving Bret a new T-shirt in a matching red with the words 'Big Stud' on the back, "Put it on now lets get you something to eat."
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