New clothing and contraptions

The Dwarfs slept uneasily, despite their weariness. Decades of abstinence and sexual frustration could not be erased by a single ejaculation, no matter how abundant. That night, all of them had the wildest dreams they had had in years.

When the sun peaked over the trees, they all woke up and saw their huge appendage resting on their chest, or lying on their side, or touching besides their low bed. “So that was true!” exclaimed Bashful, speaking his and the other Dwarfs’ minds. Confused images of their **** of Snow White mixed with remnants of their dreams flickered in front of their eyes. The Dwarfs sat in their bed, their morning hard-ons quietly fading, and they took council.

The first thing they agreed on was that they needed new pants. Fortunately, all the required materials could be found upstairs. It took them not more than half an hour to craft themselves new garments for they were very skilled. Their new pants had some kind of a giant pocket in the front, to host their swollen cocks and testicles. They affixed many straps to it to compact that part of their body as much as possible. Once properly adjusted, their new attributes weren't too much of a hassle when working and walking around.

That was it: they had to go downstairs now... and meet Snow White, face to face. They climbed down the stairs on their tip-toes, barely making a sound. She was still sleeping sound on the kitchen’s table. The rope had done its work well: her tits were still firmly pressed together and had not slipped off the table, but the sheets had been blown off her boobs by the night's breeze. The Dwarfs gathered at Snow White’s feet; her legs were spread, but the shreds of her robe hid everything between her thighs and tummy (which was flat again, her late night snack long digested).

“I... I want to fuck her” grumbled Grumpy.
“We all want, Grumpy, we all want...” whispered Doc, painfully containing a new erection by tightening a strap or two. “But we can’t fuck her just because we feel like it. But even if... Look, the tip of our cocks are as big as her head. I don’t think it’d fit anyway.”
“Bah! Just let me alone with her, I’ll show you it fits...”

Dopey, whom they had not bothered to wake up when they went to bed, turned around on the ground, snoring.

Doc shook himself out of his fascination. “Come on, he said in his best leader voice. Let’s busy ourselves, that’ll keep our minds off all this... dirty business.” And busy themselves they did.

Snow White woke up just as Doc was cutting the rope linking her tits to the ceiling. However, for the time being, he let her breasts firmly tied together to ease her situation a little. Two Dwarfs carried the cum-full bucket out of the house and emptied it on Snow White's favorite flowers. The others crafted an impressive bra for their friend, using the two bed sheets and random patches of materials. To the huge raiment they added a bunch of straps of all kinds in hopes of reducing the volume of her chest to more manageable dimensions. Dopey, who had waken up, was going from one Dwarf to the other, full of good intentions, but his restlessness and unrestrained full erection rendered him rather undesirable. At last, he turned to Snow White as she started to hum a working song and lifted his cock in hopes of getting her to lick it instead of singing but Doc, afraid to scare her again, quickly dispatched him to gather some wood in the forest.

Snow White was much amused by the Dwarfs attitude. They worked diligently, speaking few words, totally absorbed in the tasks at hand. Once they were done patching and sewing, Doc climbed on the table and freed Snow White's tits. Again, she gasped as the two mountains slipped on each sides of her body, cutting her breath for a second. Without giving time to her mammaries to bounce, the Dwarfs swiftly clad Snow White in the new contraption. They worked as fast as they could; fumbling with her boobs caused their cocks to stiffen painfully into their tightly strapped pants. They pulled and tied, stretched and wrapped, crushed and stuffed till Snow White whimpered softly in pain and they could not reduce her breasts more. They took a step back, admiring their work, except Doc who stepped on her boobs and jumped a few times to test the solidity of her new clothing, making the poor wench whine. Satisfied, he stepped down the table.

Snow White drew a few deep breaths. The Dwarfs' invention put a serious strain on her ribs but she figured she'd get accustomed to it. She slowly stretched her arms over her bosom and was very happy when the tip of her fingers joined on top of her boobs. They were still insanely huge, but her friends had successfully shrank them down to barely more than half their previous size! She struggled to stand up but though their volume had been reduced, their weight was still enough to pin her down.

The Dwarfs helped her on her feet. By adjusting a few straps, they spread the burden of her bosom a little more so that Snow White would be able to move around on her own. At long last, the young maiden was able to walk slowly without losing her balance. The Dwarfs figured that as long as she wouldn’t fall on her back, she should be ok. Happy but already exhausted by this exercise, Snow White laid her breasts to rest on the table. Patting the two large protuberances formed by her nipples, she joyously said: “Thank you, my friends! It’s almost as before.”

Relieved, proud, tired and terribly excited by all this tit-fondling, the Dwarfs congratulated each other. It was close to noon already and sexual tension had reached critical level in the small hut in the forest; all were very happy to bade farewell to Snow White for now.

Almost running, trying to get their ludicrously busty friend off their mind, the Dwarfs hit the road towards the mine, even Dopey who had a hard time trying to avoid tripping on his own cock.