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Walk a Mile in Her Bra
🕑 Added 2025-08-20 13:00:16 +0000 UTC
Disclaimer: This story contains adult themes. It is not suitable for minors or the easily offended.
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Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain
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Walk a Mile in Her Bra
Willow’s blood boiled as she straightened the buttons on Peyton’s new dress shirt. She brushed a few wrinkles away, causing her friend’s massive mammaries to wobble in their skin-tight confines. The shirt was thin enough that the outline of Peyton’s enormous custom-made bra was clearly visible, the rippling flesh of her cleavage a stark contrast to the floral embroidery on a pair of neon pink cups Willow could have used as a hammock.
“Well?” Peyton asked.
“You look amazing, of course,” Willow scowled. She pressed her palms into the sides of Peyton’s boobs, making even more cleavage rise from the two undone buttons at the taller woman’s neckline. The buttons Willow had just done up strained as hints of skin and pink bra winked through the gaps.
“Should I test it out?” Peyton asked.
Willow grinned. “Let me take cover first!”
“They’re not bullets, you goon,” Peyton laughed.
Willow ducked behind the kitchen wall near Jeanie, who was standing at the stove and burning something. Peyton strutted to her practice pole and went through one of her routines. She turned and twirled, bent and straightened. When she crawled on her hands and knees, Peyton’s tit dragged across the floor even with her arms fully extended. Willow worried the carpet would undo the buttons too early, but they held.
Jeanie dumped her smoking pan in the sink and came over to watch. Peyton grabbed the pole with both hands behind her flawless—but relatively small—rump. Her platform-heeled feet held together at the base of the pole, she slowly leaned forward. As a pair of tits that made up over half the tall woman’s weight surged forward, her shirt grew tighter and tighter. The overtaxed buttons made puckering diamond-shaped windows in her shirt that spread into horizontal slits until, finally, the line of plastic circles scattered across Peyton’s living room like the spray of an unusually sexy—albeit harmless—machine gun.
Jeanie clapped with delight, and Willow wore a self-satisfied smirk. She gathered a handful of buttons from the floor and snapped them back onto Peyton’s shirt. “And they go right back on, see? No sewing required.”
“That’s pretty awesome, babe.”
“Jace’ll probably bitch about the mess, but I bet you’ll get even more tips with a few more tops like this.”
“What if she can’t find all the buttons?” Jeanie asked. “Isn’t it pretty dark at the Lavender?”
“Oh, I got a bulk bag of them online,” Willow said. “This shirt has eight, but I left the two at the top as normal ones since she never does them up. Even if she loses all six, a two-hundred pack should last at least a week or so.”
Petyon wore a flat stare as she rebuttoned her top. “Hilarious.”
Willow’s frustration returned, and she couldn’t stop herself from sighing. “Why do you always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Act like it’s some kind of hardship to have the most perfect body known to stripper-dom?”
“It’s not all sunshine and rainbows, babe. You should try walking a mile in my bras.”
Jeanie bounced on the balls of her feet, clutching her hands in balled-up fists in front of her own impressive—relatively speaking—bosom. “Does this mean you’ll finally let me do it!?”
Peyton groaned.
“Do what?” Willow asked.
“It’s a long story.”
“Can I? Can I?” Jeanie begged.
Willow looked from one woman to the other. She had no idea what they were talking about, but she’d seen a lot of strange things happen since Jeanie moved in with Peyton. “Whatever she wants to do, I’m in.”
Peyton sighed. “You know what? Fine. But just give her mine for a day. I could use a break anyway.”
Jeanie’s grin split her face, and she snapped her fingers. In a matter of moments, Peyton’s memories shifted. The shadows of her original life returned, with the addition of meeting a diminutive Asian with tits bigger than her head, who’d only grown more busty over the course of their friendship.
Standing across from her, Willow transformed. She grew no taller, but she now carried every ounce of tit Peyton once sported. At almost a foot shorter, they looked enormous on Willow’s frame. She staggered and almost fell on her face, wrapping her thin arms around their bulk before her back muscles grew stronger to compensate.
Willow’s face broke into a massive grin. “These. Are. Awesome!”
She twisted and spun, experimenting with her new center of gravity. She bounced on her toes and watched her massive tits bob long after each hop. Striding to the door, she used both hands to steady their mad wobbling. “I’m going to the club right now. Gotta take these beauties for a test run!”
“Babe, wait—“
Before Peyton could stop her, Willow squeezed herself out the door. Peyton sighed with relief, but as she ran her hands over the empty plane of her chest, she was surprised by how hollow she felt. Her body had been half tit for months now, though she also remembered having them for much longer. Despite the daily inconveniences and annoyances—narrow doorways, expensive clothes, wolf whistles and ogling wherever she went—she’d come to accept her giant boobs as part of her. A part that was now missing.
Peyton slumped into her recliner, annoyed at herself for arcing her back to compensate for the bulk that wasn’t there. “I hope she’s alright…”
“Want me to follow her?” Jeanie asked. “I can stay hidden.”
“Nah. She’s a big girl.”
“Hell yeah, she is.”
“Perv…”
Less than twenty minutes later, a series of thumps and soft crashes came from the hallway. Willow crashed through the door, falling tit-first to the carpet before struggling to her feet and dusting off as much of herself as she could reach.
“How do you live with these things!?”
“That was quick,” Jeanie smirked.
Peyton jumped out of her chair, her feet briefly leaving the floor as she overcompensated.
“Everyone kept staring at me! I could barely squeeze into the Uber! And how the hell do you get down stairs when you can’t see your feet!?”
“Turns out the grass isn’t always greener, is it?” Peyton said.
–Thump thump– “Are you guys alright? I heard crashing!”
“Shit, it’s Katelyn. I don’t wanna have to explain all this to her.”
“Are you done borrowing Peyton’s boobs?” Jeanie asked.
“God, yes. I take back everything I said.”
With a snap of Jeanie’s fingers, they were back to normal. Willow hopped with delight, grinning at the return of her spry form. Peyton luxuriated in the familiar weight on her chest, rolling her shoulders with a grin. The door burst open as Katelyn got tired of waiting.
“We’re fine,” Jeanie said. “Your girl just knocked over some furniture… again.”
Katelyn rushed to Peyton’s side, pawing and prodding her body. “Oh my god, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Katey…”
Katelyn sighed with relief. “That’s good. Well, as long as I’m here, you girls want some food? It smells like Jeanie made charcoal again.”
“Hey!”
“I could eat,” Willow said.
“I’ll order something,” Katelyn offered. “And some extra for my poor, clumsy girl…”
