Emerging from the shower, you feel bloated and stiff. Flexing and rolling your joints, you try to ease out the tension in your body. The pressure eases, as you slip the baseball cap back on holding the long straight hair in place.
Shrugging your arms back into the T-shirt, you feel exposed when you catch the slashed sides. Clearly you're meant to wear something beneath this, but in your haste you didn't realise. Slipping back into your blue panties, you admire your reflection. Abandoning the bathroom, you head back to your bedroom. You must confess to being relieved that you're a tomboy.
The idea of landing in a girly-girl body, and having to wear pink, and frou-frou outfits would be a bridge too far. Sitting on the bed, you chuckle to yourself seeing the socks. Relief flooding through your body, a tension you didn't know you held about wearing tights, or stocking, or whatever evaporated.
- - - - -
The pressure returned, and you took the opportunity to prove you hadn't changed... well, not significantly. Letting loose a belch, you're sure can be heard beyond your room, you want to chuckle. The girly giggling just doesn't sound the same. As you let loose, you feel your whole torso vibrate from it. Worse, there seemed to be some lasting effect, your T-shirt hanging looser, the slashed sides more obvious.
With that belch, you'd gained quite a bit of heft to your bust. It was far beyond the B-cup that already intimidated the newly feminised you.
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Gasping in horror, you want to recoil from the sight. Afraid of holding this new bust, confirming it's reality with your hands cupping those too full, too firm breasts. Sucking a deep breath down, and holding it, as your head spun, you could feel the extra heft at your shoulders, feel the building ache in your spine.
You went to release the pent-up air with a slow, long outward breath. But, it caught in your throat, transforming into another belch. This time, terrifying as you felt the rush this time. The weight tugging relentlessly at your shoulders. You felt cursed and betrayed by your body.
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You weren't just busty, you were the bustiest person you knew! Wanting to sob your frustration, you still felt tomboyish, still wanting to wear the comfy clothes, without accentuating your femininity.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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