Give her the 32F she should have had

I focus on making her boobs bigger. I see them start to grow. Alex is oblivious to the growth, until they affect the dress. She awkwardly moves around. “I don’t know how, but I think my dress just shrank. It doesn’t feel like it can contain my boobs anymore.”

I was so preoccupied with making them bigger, I forgot to adjust her clothes to her new chest. I was about to fix that when Alex turns her back toward me and says, “Do you mind unzipping me?” This catches me off-guard. “What?”

“I want you to unzip me. I can’t stay in this dress for much longer.” I start doing it and I get to her bra area. Thinking quickly, I decide that she shouldn’t be wearing one. If only because that will also free the strain of her new boobs. No other potential reason. Oh, who am I kidding? I want to see these puppies up close. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“What? Of course I am,” she answers. “No, you’re not.” The bra disappears off her body and she say, “Oh that’s right. I forgot. I hope you don’t mind if I work on our project with my boobs out. I know the due date is fast approaching and every second counts.”

“I don’t mind at all.” She turns toward me, letting me see her mounds in the flesh. “So, back to what I was saying, do you think my boobs should be bigger?” My mouth starts watering at the sight of her perky nipples. It’s not until she waves a hand in front of my face that I answer. “Let me put it this way Alex, I think that, right now, you have the boob size that you were always meant to have. And they’re perfect that way.” This response causes her to blush, profusely.