Bosom Buddies

Amy was glad Dot didn’t put up much of a fuss, but her satisfaction was short lived. Fur rubbed against her and claws raked their way up her leg, past her muffin top, and right on her chest as Dot scratched and wriggled her way into Amy’s bra.

“Dot!” Amy hissed, trying her best to keep Carol from hearing. Thankfully, her mom was too busy tapping away on her phone. “Get out of there!”

“Awwww, but it’s warm and you said hide and there’s so much space in here!”

Dot punctuated her statement by stretching her legs inside of Amy’s bra. Her rat tail swished in content in Amy’s cleavage, back and forth like windshield wipers. It was unsettling and made worse when a claw poked at Amy’s nipple, making the whole thing go rigid.

“I don’t care, you’re going to get me in trouble! Get out of there!”

As usual, Dot didn’t listen. Instead, she grabbed a hold of Amy’s left tit and used it as a body pillow, snuggling up against it. If it wasn’t at such an annoying time, it’d actually be kind of cute, especially as her settled down, even if it was tickling her other nipple with every step.

“I like your heartbeat,” Dot hummed. “Thump, thump, thump, like music.” Dot snuggled harder, rubbing her face right up against her boob. Ugh, it was going to be such a pain getting all those tiny Dot hairs out of her bra. She might just throw the whole thing away if Carol was serious about buying new undies. Or she could make it into a hammock at home for Dot maybe. Amy looked down her robe, getting a look at how her creature had made a bed out of her breasts. It really was cute

“F-fine,” Amy relented. “But don’t cause any trouble and watch the claws.”

“What are you doing?” Carol asked. Amy’s cheeks went beet red as she got her head out of her own costume to face Carol’s raised eyebrow.

“Oh! I, uh, was just inspecting my bra to see if I needed to get a new pair while I was there!” Amy lied, voice going high-pitched.

“You were talking…to your breasts.”

“I was giving them a pep talk?” Amy replied, hoping that would be enough. Carol narrowed her eyes, analyzing her in that blatant way she always did. Finally, Mom eased back and gave her best try at a smile.

“Well, I think we can both agree that they could use a pep talk.” Carol laughed, mostly to immediately prove it was a joke so that Amy couldn’t get mad about it. Amy gave a half-hearted chuckle that was cut short when Carol took a step forward. There was that analytical stare again, except this time it was laser-focused on Amy’s chest.

Amy was starting to sweat. Her mom may be stubborn and unbearable at times, but she was still one of the most intuitive women Amy knew. If anyone could see through her lies and awful poker face, it’d be Carol. Sure enough, Carol frowned and gave a sigh heavy with disappointment.

“Amy,” Carol started, “I thought we’d grown close enough that we could stop keeping such trivial secrets from each other.”

It was like a thousand pounds of weight sloughed off her shoulders. She thought having Dot was trivial? “Mom, oh my gosh, that’s such a relief to-”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were stuffing your bra again?”

Amy’s shoulders slumped again. Of course that was what she was talking about. And of course a preteen walking with her mom passed by at that exact moment, snickering.

“Mom, shush!”

“Amy Dallon, there is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m sure there are plenty of women who do not mind small breasts.”

Oh my god, this isn’t happening. But it was.

“Honestly though, if you’re going to be…embellishing…yourself at your age you should at do a better job. Whatever you used is far too lumpy.”

Dot reacted, not liking being called lumpy no doubt. That claw went right up against her hard nipple again as she got ready to pounce through Amy’s robe and at Carol. Amy did the only thing she could think of, grabbing a handful of her own boob to keep Dot in place.

“Th-they’re not lumpy,” Amy said, face flush in embarrassment as some of the people who’d been minding their business no longer were and watched her grope herself. “They’re perfectly fine!” Dot kept thrashing, so she threw the goblin a compliment. “They’re really cute and comfy actually, AND I LOVE THEM!”

Okay, maybe she’d gone overboard, everyone staring at her holding her boob and screaming about her adoration for them. At least Dot really did make them look big enough to write home about. Dot, apparently happy now, went back to cuddling her favorite pillow and Amy let go.

“Wow,” Carol said. Amy expected a scolding about public appropriateness. “Well, I’m glad you’ve been taking my lessons of self love to heart.”

And with that, Carol whipped back around and walked ahead, her hips swaying back and forth in those tight mom jeans as she- oh god she quickly derailed that line of thought. Hopefully grabbing her tit in front of her mom didn’t awaken anything else in her. When Mom was out of earshot, Amy scolded Dot again.

“I told you no trouble!”

“Hehehehe you looooove me! You said it!”

“I did, and I do, but behave!”

Dot responded with a not so playful bite right on her tender underboob that nearly dropped Amy to her knees. Dot giggled while Amy seethed. Thankfully, there weren’t many surprises left by the time they reached the store, although Amy had to cross her arms under chest to keep her bra from falling down. She guessed it wasn’t used to have any weight at all in it. The shop was a classy boutique of high end fashion she would be way too intimidated to go into alone. It was Carol’s first time there but she moved around with such confidence one would think she owned it. “What first, dear?”

-New bra, pronto. Maybe then she could get to a fitting room and hide Dot somewhere peacefully while getting a much needed upgrade.

-Just work clothes, maybe then Carol would be satisfied and let Amy get back to work without the embarrassing act of panty shopping with her mom.

-Underwear, she knew her size and it’d be easy to just grab a few pairs and ring them and be done with this without any fuss. Right?

-A formal dress. The Wardens were throwing a rather important banquet a week from now and she’d like to possibly turn some heads at it rather than wear her droopy costume.