My Sweater Made My Breasts Inflate

As I walked down the sidewalk on a chilly afternoon, the crisp cool air brushing against my fur, I could have never seen what was about to happen to me. I had just bought this sweater that was a perfect fit for my body. It hugged me in just all of the right places, and sure did keep me warm and comfy. Little did I know, this sweater would change my life forever.

It all started with a very minor sensation, like a little tingling feeling in my chest. I glanced down at my breasts and it seemed that they were getting bigger and bigger with each passing second…

The feeling was starting to get super intense, and my breasts continued to swell at an alarming rate. I stumbled into an alleyway, attempting to hide from the prying eyes of passersby. Every single breath I took seemed to only make things escalate. My sweater had become some kind of bosom-expanding relic…

I tugged at the neckline, trying to at least release some of the pressure, but it was no use. The sweater clung onto me without even a single thread breaking.

My mind raced with the consequences after this nightmare stopped. How would I even go into work tomorrow? Everyone would see! What would my colleagues say? How would my roommate react!? And the most pressing of all… how would I even fit into clothes again…?

After what seemed like minutes, the expansion finally seemed to come to a halt, leaving me with breasts so massive that they seemed to have their own gravitational pull. I cautiously walked out of the alleyway, feeling the weight of my new body, both physically and emotionally.

When I clocked into work that following day, I couldn’t even fit behind my own desk, my once comfortable office chair now groaned in protest underneath me, and my keyboard was completely pushed off the edge by my cleavage. I tried to ignore all of the stares and whispers I got, but it was impossible. All of my colleagues couldn’t help but ogle with my new assets. The dynamics of the office shifted, and I became the center of the attention that I never wanted.

Going out to shop wasn’t any better. Every shirt, bra, and every single piece of clothing was suddenly inadequate. I now have to visit specialty stores to buy customs. I would always walk out of that store with bagfuls of garments that would have looked like tents on anyone else but me.

Home life affected me the most. Even the simplest of tasks such as cooking was a challenge. Making dinner was a juggling act as I tried to maneuver around without accidentally knocking things over with my oversized breasts. Sleeping became uncomfortable, and my bed would groan with every toss and turn. I don’t even wanna get into talking about having to turn sideways to fit through doorways.

As days turned into weeks, I have slowly started to accept my new body. I’ve since learned how to navigate around, turning heads and dropping jaws as I did so. Some days, I’d either feel like a walking joke, or a flaming sex symbol.

Now that I think about it, I think I can get used to this, and everything won’t be so bad after all.