the second pajamas

Douglas let go of Abbie's breast, and backed away. "Late night. Being stupid. That's me."

Abbie giggled. "It's just a boob. So whatever."

"Let's do the next set," said Paula. "Here's a white tank top and some shorts. Honestly, this is often how I go to bed. So the look feels really familiar to me."

Abbie stripped out of the satin pajamas and pulled on the new shirt and shorts. There was no fanfare this time when she got naked. It was kind of like she thought -- get comfortable enough, and no one will care anymore. Abbie felt a twinge of disappointment, though. No one will care at all? she thought.

The tank top was too small. Much too small. The material stretched, but it was like cling wrap on her skin. He breasts were very pronounced through the thin material, and not only the color, but the size and shape of her nipples was evident as well. The shorts were also small, riding way up on the sides and in the crotch.

"Is it all supposed to be this small?"

Paula laughed. "Yeah, that's not quite what I had imagined. Does the material stretch anymore?"

Abbie looked at herself, and at how her breasts pressed against the material, stretching it as much as it already did. "I don't know. I don't want to ruin the shirt."

"May I?" asked Paula.

"Anything," said Abbie, smirking a bit. Paula reached forward and took some of the shirt in her hand. She stretched the fabric downward, which loosened it a little. But it was still extremely tight.

"Anything?" Paula said.

"Anything," confirmed Abbie, looking in Paula's eyes. Paula placed her hands under the bottom of the shirt, palms to Abbie's stomach. She lifted her hands upward, fully cupping both of Abbie's breasts. She pulled her hands back toward her, using the backs of her hands to stretch the shirt outward, but then returned her palms to Abbie's breasts. She repeated this, pull, stretch, grope, cup.

"Feeling any better?" asked Paula, almost breathlessly. Douglas was not ignorant to this, but all he could do in the moment was watch, his mouth gaping open slightly.

Abbie swallowed. "I think it's still pretty tight."

Paula ran her hands over Abbie's chest, then around her sides, and to her back, all staying under the shirt. If this was a shirt-stretching method, it was new to Abbie. Nevertheless, Paula pulled the shirt, touched her skin, pulled the shirt, stroked her nipple, pulled the shirt, savored her warmth. After far longer than anyone needs to try to stretch a shirt, Paula retracted her hands.

Paula sighed, "I guess if that doesn't stretch it, nothing will." She laughed, all but acknowledging that the "stretching" exercise was little more than a free grope. "Here, we have another shirt." She handed Abbie a tank top in another size. Abbie pulled the tiny one off over her head, and doing so caused her breasts to move with the shirt before bouncing back down once they were free.

She put on the new shirt, which fit better, but was actually loose. The sides under the arms were gaping open and from side angles, her entire breasts would be visible.

"This one exposes quite a lot," said Douglas.

"You feel okay with that?" asked Paula.

"Sure," said Abbie. "I'll do what you think is best."

As a joke, Paula said, "What if what I thought was best was to put my hands back inside your shirt again, you know, to see just how loose it actually is."

Abbie shrugged. "Okay."

Paula blushed. "Are you for real?"

Abbie laughed. "Of course I'm for real! You've literally seen every bit of me. I'm real."

"Let's look at the third option," said Paula, trying to figure out if she was dreaming.