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Chapter #8

An embarrassing outing (part 1)

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It started in her toes. The warm sensation grew until it was almost a tangible tingling in her toes, and Robin almost stumbled at the strange sensation.

“Mom?”

“N-nothing, sweetie! I’m right behind you!” Robin smiled brightly, trying to ignore the odd sensation.
Walking along behind Morgan, Robin’s brow furrowed in annoyance. She’d know that these boots of hers were pretty old, but they’d never been this tight before. Her feet usually had at least a little bit of wiggle room, but right now it felt like the boots were squeezing her feet- toes especially, uncomfortably.

At the same time, Robin used her right hand to tug on the left sleeve of her large purple coat, the same coat she’d grown so accustomed to wearing. Oddly enough, the sleeve was exposing a bit more of her wrists than normal.

“Come on, mom! You don’t want me to leave you behind, do you?” Morgan called out, now a good several paces ahead of her.

Robin just smiled; it would be hard for her baby boy to leave her behind when she was the one who would be paying for everything today.

O-ooh… Okay, a trip to at least one clothing store was definitely on today’s agenda. Robin knew her pants hadn’t been this tight around her thighs only a few weeks ago.

O-oh dear… she wasn’t going to have to go back to Frederick’s Fanatical Fitness training regime, was she? She didn’t like the idea that her inactivity and time away from the battlefield had lead her to pack on a few unwanted pounds. Her body was curvy enough, thank you very much! When you were a lady who was taller than even the men around you, you stood out enough!

‘Oh… I can’t let Morgan realize this, but… I think I might need to buy some new undies as well…’ Robin sighed, pinching at the back of her pants. It was no illusion that it felt like her panties were riding up a tad more than normal. More evidence that she’d apparently gained some extra mass to her lower half in the last few weeks…

Robin continued down the road, doing her best to ignore the looks she was getting from the mixture of townsfolk and fellow heroes.

Thanks to their stares, she only became more aware of the fact that her mighty bosom seemed to be strangely even more immense than it was, and that was saying something when you were packing tits bigger than a man’s head!

Robin did her best not to stare down into her own cavernous cleavage. She just couldn’t ignore this uncomfortable pinching sensation around her chest! For a woman who dressed modestly (or at least attempted to, given that her absurdly curvy body turned even ‘modest’ clothes into form-fitting ones, she was finding her outfit much tighter than she liked it!

‘Oh, I can’t believe the store is still another few blocks away! I just know everyone is staring at me…’ Robin fretted in her mind.

Her embarrassment over the unwanted attention wasn’t aided by the fact that Robin was subconsciously tugging at her pants and shirt at random intervals every few seconds now from how uncomfortable they were.

A hot blush crept onto Robin’s cheeks as she kept walking, and felt the horrifying sensation of even her belt starting to squeeze her waistline! That was the last straw! She wasn’t a particularly prideful woman, but nobody liked discovering something like that! Worst of all, even her coat felt tighter around her back, which was just plain absurd!

Robin felt hot all over. Hot, but not sweaty. Almost like there was a fire burning within her, warming her from the inside… Wait, had the ground always looked so far away-

*Twang*


*Twang*


Um…

What?

Robin peered down instinctively at the strange sound- her feet no longer felt so awfully compressed- but was met by her own enormous jugs blocking her vision.

Gritting her teeth, Robin pressed her palms flat against her giant breasts- people were already staring, digging herself even deeper wouldn’t matter at this point-

And pressed. Robin’s massive mammaries squished under her hands, just enough that the compressed balloons allowed Robin to see past them.

Her eyes widened, and a shocked gasp left her lips. So that was why her feet weren’t feeling squeezed anymore… and why there was a breeze on her feet as well.

Her boots had ripped to shreds.

Why…

No, a better question was how?!

Wincing at the sensation of her panties sinking deeper between her voluminous butt cheeks, Robin tried to dig them out from between the meaty globes with one hand, while moving her belt up a notch with the
other…

Wait.

Her razor sharp mind reached the conclusion immediately- her clothes hadn’t shrunk at all, and she hadn’t gained any weight.

She was, as impossible as it sounded, growing bigger.

Growing in every way- Her feet and waist were growing proportionally with her height- That was why the ground was looking further away than it was supposed to!

*Squeeze*

“Hnng!” Robin’s breath caught in her chest as her tank-top and bra really started to squeeze her, and-

*Rip*

*Rip*


“N-no!” Robin whimpered at the unmistakable sound of seems tearing- the tension in her top had risen to the point where small tears were starting to appear in the center of it, between where her massive mounds were pulling the fabric ever more taut…

“Uh… Mom? What… what the heck’s going on?”

And now her baby boy had noticed that something was terribly wrong with his mother, having turned around to look at her.

Morgan was staring up at her, eyes wide and jaw hanging open.

Who wouldn’t be totally flabbergasted by the sight of a woman nearing seven feet tall literally
starting to bust out of her own clothes? Morgan could see the scraps of leather on the road behind his mom, the only remnants of the boots she’d been wearing, and her socks had already torn apart as well!

As his eyes moved upwards, Morgan’s eye twitched.

Was he really about to watch his mom explode out of her outfit in broad daylight?

Grabbing the much taller woman by the hand, Morgan lead her into an alleyway, trying to ignore the fact that there had to be at least a dozen other people on the street right now, all of whom where pointing, staring, or pointing and staring at his mother in a mixture of awe, lust, or secondhand embarrassment.

“M-Morgie! Mommy doesn’t feel very good, maybe we should-“

*Rip*

*Rip*

*Rip*


“Ahn!” Morgan’s twitching eye grew even more pronounced at the moan that had left his mother’s mouth.

Several small ripping noises had interrupted her words, and Morgan felt a hot blush- from mortification, NOT desire, on his face.

Pale, creamy flesh was starting to ooze out of a multitude of tears and split seams on Robin’s formerly baggy, now skintight pants. The beige fabric looked almost like someone had gone and inflated the fabric like a balloon from how perfectly smooth and stretched the fabric looked, not a single hint of give or flexibility left-

*Riiiiiiiiiiip*

“M-Morgan… I’m… Oooooh…” Okay, Morgan was pretty sure that even people outside of the alley heard the sound of his mom’s coat starting to tearing in half up the back! Robin let out a breathy sigh as she shrugged off the damaged outer garment, allowing it to flop to the ground and showing Morgan that there was a tear a good three feet long going all the way up the center.

Now that his mom had shed her coat and was standing there in only her increasingly too-small pants and shirt…

*Thwip*

*Thwip*


There was a soft, almost gentle tearing sound as the thin spaghetti straps of Robin’s top snapped, leaving Morgan sputtering as his red-faced mother moaned again. Her top, or rather the amount of it that hadn’t torn open, was practically painted onto her colossal chest; a chest that rose and fell with each deep, shaky breath she took!

Of course his mom had chosen to wear black underwear today; the dark fabric stood out even more against the lighter-colored fabric of her outer clothes!

The enormous bra, so huge that it wasn’t a stretch to say that Robin could’ve covered her son’s entire face with one cup and still have room to spare… was starting to look overloaded.

*Rip*

*Rip*


*RIIIIIIIIP*

“M-Morgan, I’m… OOOH~” Whatever Robin had been going to say was drowned out by her breathy moan, brought on by the mind-numbing relief of the legs of her pants finally splitting open, the multitude of tiny tears uniting into great big gashes in the fabric that allowed Robin’s massive thighs to finally shred once tough fabric!

For a brief instant, Robin was left wearing what could only be summarized as a ‘booty shorts version’ of her normal pants, the towering woman turning around and allowing Morgan to see a massive split in the seat of the pants, exposing a stretched out pair of black panties that would’ve looked comically huge on a normal-sized woman! And right now… those huge, wide panties were practically being devoured by the greedy buttocks of their owner!

*Riiiiiiip*

More sounds of fabric tearing; this time drawn out just when Robin’s pants had been obliterated, and Robin groaned as the remnant of her top- little more than brown scraps of fabric- fluttered to the ground.

*Groooan*

"Ngaaah!" Robin moaned in distress, hands shooting down to tug fruitlessly at the belt, already pulled to its last notch, starting to dig into and squeeze the growing woman's slightly widening waist. The leather and metal of the belt was groaning ominously, and Morgan swore he could see the buckle, well, buckling under the pressure, the taut band of leather rising and falling as Robin's chest expanded and contracted with her deep, shaky breaths!
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