Emily got into the vacant car and started the engine. She smiled as she thought to herself, "my old clothes can't contain these magnificent breasts." The shirt she was currently wearing was stretched to its limit, and you could see the miniature boy sticking out of her nipple through the thin fabric. She drove toward the nearest mall outlet, her breasts pressed against the steering wheel the entire time. As she got out of the car, she received some dirty looks from some girls standing in front of the lingerie store.
Ignoring them, she strolled in through the glass doors, her O cup breasts bouncing with each step. Without her old bra, her nipples rubbed against her almost-torn shirt, and each step aroused her more and more. Her arousal became so strong, that she walked boob-first into another pair of glass doors, smashing her breasts against them. The boy inside her nipple was crushed flat, and buried deeper into her tit, never to be seen again, but it wasn't such a bad way to go, was it?
As she approached the counter, a thin woman with cute B cup breasts stared in amazement at the perfects breasts in front of her. "Ahem, my eyes are up here," Emily joked. "Ah! I'm sorry! How can I help you?" The woman asked. "I need to find something that can contain these massive breasts," said Emily rather bluntly.
"Hmmm... we don't have anything in the front, but if you follow me..."
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