Bigger Boobs

Then my boobs started swelling. Slowly, but I could feel them growing heavier. I could only wait helplessly as they slowly grew into a large, rounded rack, firm and lush and embarrassingly sensitive.

“Awww, c’mon, Millicent!” I said, careful to coach my words respectfully. “These are like double Ds, at least! I’m wearing nothing but skin-tight latex! I can’t walk around like this!“

“Actually, you can,” said Millicent, “and you will. Or would you prefer nothing but body paint?”

Dammit. I clenched my teeth, but shut my mouth. Millicent was really peeved about my misdirected hair spell.

“All right, then,” said Millicent. “Now that you’re all outfitted, we’ll get started. You won’t have to actually do all that much. You’re primarily eye candy. However, you will help out from time-to-time with displays and you’re going to assist me in a demonstration scheduled for later tonight. Just do whatever you’re told and you’ll be fine. And remember...if you embarrass the Kay Zetas in any way with inappropriate behavior or being rude to the festival patrons, you won’t be happy with the result. I take the reputation of the sorority very seriously, and you really don’t want to cross me in that area.”

Millicent gave us a few minutes to get used to walking around in our outfits...what little there was of them, anyway.

Alice wasn’t happy about walking around as a sexy nurse in stupid high heels, but after seeing what happened to the rest of us, she counted herself lucky.

Bit felt less lucky as the Asian girl walked around, long pink pigtails trailing behind her, giving an adorable V-sign with her fingers every time somebody said anything to her and flashing her panties at the slightest movement.

Tara was a little fireball of energy as she jumped and high-kicked constantly, cheering every move anybody made.

And I had to get used to walking around naked in front of everybody.

All right, I wasn’t naked, but I might as well been. The latex covered me like a second skin. Even my toes were covered separately, so instead of covering my feet like socks, it looked like I had dipped my bare feet in black paint. There was no part of me left to the imagination at all. Plus my huge boobs jiggled at the slightest movement and there was absolutely no way to hide my sensitive nipples when they got hard, which was problematic, because being covered in latex was proving to feel embarrassingly erotic. I was becoming a wet mess and we hadn’t even started yet.

Stupid Fantasy Fetish Festival. Grrrrrrr.