In a tie-around shirt and leggings

Laylah caught up to David at their usual meetup spot, on the corner of Elderberry near the old Wentworth place. Her hair tied in a high ponytail, ready for a run. The buxom girl arrived sporting a yellow top and dark grey leggings. The leggings seemed pretty standard, if not a little tight, while the top tied around the back behind her neck, the back was open exposing most of her shoulder blades all the way down to the small of her back and it terminated in a thin section of fabric near the bottom that wrapped all the way around her waist, a knot in the middle secured it to fit. David was iffy about the two knots and hoped they were secured properly, but the back of the top revealed not only most of her entire back, but, thankfully, a the back strap of a grey bra. David counted his blessings that at the very least Laylah would continue to jog with support, her huge breasts bouncing everywhere would be distracting to say the least.

"Alright, you ready?" Laylah said cheerfully.

"Sure thing. Let's see how far we get today, yeah?" David said.

"Right!" She said, and the two took off running. It wasn't long however before Laylah fell behind. David stopped about 30 feet away from her and turned around wondering what was up. Laylah was bent over deep, tying her shoe. David rolled his eyes and shook his head with a smile.

"At least she remembered to tie them." he chuckled to himself. When she was done she looked up and waved to him, then she rose and started up a slow jog toward him.

Even in the secure hold of a bra, Laylah had a lot of boob for them to hold and no matter how supportive it was, the poor bra couldn't contain all the jiggle of her chest. David opted to not think about it, not her fault her anatomy strains the bounds of fabric limitations.

When Laylah was about 6 feet away, David turned and began running too. He kept pace with her and they jogged side by side. For while they jogged at an even pace down the pretty suburban sprawl. When they first started this little ritual two weeks ago, Laylah was a heaving, sweating mess, but she picked it up fast and now was able to keep pace with David, who was always more fit than her. David had to admit, between her always remembering her full ensemble every day for two weeks straight and her progress at jogging, he was proud of his friend!