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Chapter 1
Lady was a dancer in a Broadway musical and when she got to opening night, she couldn't fit into her costume.
"3 inches since yesterday?" the costume designer, Danny, asked. He had a measuring tape wrapped around Lady's bust. With both hands, he grabbed the sides of her button-up dress and pulled them together. The uppermost buttons fastened but when Lady tried her dance routine they popped apart. "We'll have to leave the top two open," Danny said. "Tell the other dancers."
Lady ran to her place behind the curtain and whispered, "Last-minute instructions from Danny: undo your dress's top two buttons." The other dancers did so and the curtain opened and they performed their opening routine. Their legs kicked into the air. They jumped and caught one another.
"Huh?"
Another dancer gasped when she caught Lady. Her hands sunk into Lady's chest like french fries into dipping sauce. Lady jumped away nervously and continued the choreography.
After the routine, Lady ran to the dressing room. Danny waited, holding the next scene's outfit. "I gave you three more inches of room," he said with a needle and thread in his teeth. Lady uncrossed her arms and let her breasts fall into view. "What are you eating, woman? You're going for a record," Danny said. He wheeled his chair to Lady and put his nose to her chest. The tape measure showed that Lady's bust had grown another inch. "I'll start work on the third scene's dress," he said, sticking his thumbs into the air, measuring how much extra fabric would be needed.
Lady's put on the next outfit, a bright red shirt with no buttons. It had deep cleavage and tucked into blue pants. Most women on the cast were small-busted so the deep neck gave them an elegant slice-of-paper appearance. For Lady, her nipples threatened to burst. Her breasts sat high in the fabric because that was where the elastic was most tight. "You're too busty to fit a bra under this," Danny said as he wiggled a finger into Lady's dress, feeling the lack of room. "Let's use double-stick tape and cover your nipples so they are sure to stay on the inside of your dress."
Lady agreed and hurried back to her place in line. Several dancers watched Lady fidget. Her braless breasts swung underneath the shirt. They tugged the fabric downward, giving the shirt a different look compared to the other dancers. The white lines that ran across the red shirts distorted when it came to Lady. Her lines were blown up and blurred from stretching. They were curves instead of straight.
When the scene began, Lady's nipples became irritated. Sweat pooled between the tape and the dress. Dark red circles formed on the outside fabric and the audience gasped. As part of the routine, Lady threw her hands in the air and spun 90 degrees and rotated her arms around her shoulder joint. Another dancer held her arms out and grabbed Lady. The two spun in a circle, balancing on their heels and gaining speed. Lady's breasts sprung up in her dress and rose to the bottom of her chin. Only the bottom inches stayed tucked. The rest appeared in view, including the black squares of tape. When the dancers released their hands, Lady flew backwards across the stage. Usually she was nimble and could jog backwards into a natural pace but now her breasts swung awkwardly and caused her heals to bang the floor. Lady played off the gesture, doing an off-beat 180 degree turn so she could tuck her breasts back in. The pillows had grown thick and fatty. Lady was surprised at how much they moved. She could push one end and see the whole rest of it rise and retaliate.
Danny waited in the dressing room with the next outfit. It was a pair of overalls that had plenty of room. Lady needed it. "This is the biggest a dancer has blown up in one evening. That is for sure," Danny said when Lady arrived. The tape measure said that she had grown three more inches. Danny held the front of the overalls and tugged them side to side, jostling. He wanted her chest to fit squarely behind the overalls. "They're hanging outside of the breast area," Danny said as he traced their outline. Lined up next to the other girls, it looked like Lady's outfit was full of air.
"How do you feel?" Danny asked.
"I don't know. Please, don't let me fly out," Lady said. She lifted her breasts to examine their size.
"Don't touch. They're fastened for now. Try to jump side to side only. Don't go right up and down."
Lady agreed and turned around and re-joined the line. She knew a jump rope dance was coming next and that she would have to jump up and down, for over a minute, keeping in sync with the music, other dancers, and the rope.
"Lady, what's going on?" a dancer asked when she rounded the corner. "You're blowing up up top."
Lady gave a blank smile and the curtain raised and the girls stepped out onto the stage. The routine started well with Lady leaping side to side, pretending to kiss the various male dancers on the cheeks. The premise of the scene was that the male and female dancers were on blind dates. The two groups ran through each other's arms back and forth. Lady's breasts banged against her ribs as she went, feeling cool air rush under them.
Then came the jump rope section. Two dancers grabbed ends of a rope and swung it high. It was a 15-foot-long rope that three dancers could jump inside of at once. Lady was in the center, performing tricks. She held hands with the other dancers. She jumped on one foot. She jumped double time. With each bounce, Lady's breasts lifted into the overall straps, mushing beneath the denim. When it came for Lady to do a handstand, a tricky maneuver, she stayed standing instead and improvised a random dance move. The two other dancers looked confused and did their handstands anyway. When the cue for the second handstand came, Lady bit her lip and tried. She flipped upside down and her breast tumbled with gravity. They pressed against the overall straps, bulging, building pressure. Eventually, the strap over Lady's left shoulder burst open. There was a metal-hitting-metal noise as the button whipped the floor. Lady got back on her feet spontaneously, without thinking, and jumped hard into the air as if it compensate for her off-beat dancing. The right overall strap burst apart at the jump's impact and now both straps hung down, undone, exposing Lady's white C cup bra that held her J cup breasts.
The crowd gasped. Lady's breasts were big enough to stretch the bra straps into strips. When she jumped, you could hear them flop. They lifted into the air, lost contact with her body, and then came down. Her bra illustrated this by blooming outward and then sinking back. Her downed overalls looked obscene but showed off her flat stomach. Each click of the rope made Lady hop again and cause another moment of, "Is this for real?" in the eyes of the audience. They had seen her maybe grown before but now it was definite. She was inflating on stage and taking up attention. Critics wrote in their notebooks. Men skooched up in their chairs. The girl was a centerpiece, a human balloon that jiggled.
By the end of the dance, Lady's white bra was stained dark white with sweat. A violinist in the orchestra stretched his stick to the stage and flicked Lady's buttons off to the side so no one would trip. Lady hurried off stage, grabbing her breasts, feeling them grow in her palm as threads in the bra material lost their tug strength and snapped. She fell into Danny's arms. His hands felt her shoulders and noted the indentations made. They ran deep and covered Lady's body like zebra lines.
Lady was a dancer in a Broadway musical and when she got to opening night, she couldn't fit into her costume.
"3 inches since yesterday?" the costume designer, Danny, asked. He had a measuring tape wrapped around Lady's bust. With both hands, he grabbed the sides of her button-up dress and pulled them together. The uppermost buttons fastened but when Lady tried her dance routine they popped apart. "We'll have to leave the top two open," Danny said. "Tell the other dancers."
Lady ran to her place behind the curtain and whispered, "Last-minute instructions from Danny: undo your dress's top two buttons." The other dancers did so and the curtain opened and they performed their opening routine. Their legs kicked into the air. They jumped and caught one another.
"Huh?"
Another dancer gasped when she caught Lady. Her hands sunk into Lady's chest like french fries into dipping sauce. Lady jumped away nervously and continued the choreography.
After the routine, Lady ran to the dressing room. Danny waited, holding the next scene's outfit. "I gave you three more inches of room," he said with a needle and thread in his teeth. Lady uncrossed her arms and let her breasts fall into view. "What are you eating, woman? You're going for a record," Danny said. He wheeled his chair to Lady and put his nose to her chest. The tape measure showed that Lady's bust had grown another inch. "I'll start work on the third scene's dress," he said, sticking his thumbs into the air, measuring how much extra fabric would be needed.
Lady's put on the next outfit, a bright red shirt with no buttons. It had deep cleavage and tucked into blue pants. Most women on the cast were small-busted so the deep neck gave them an elegant slice-of-paper appearance. For Lady, her nipples threatened to burst. Her breasts sat high in the fabric because that was where the elastic was most tight. "You're too busty to fit a bra under this," Danny said as he wiggled a finger into Lady's dress, feeling the lack of room. "Let's use double-stick tape and cover your nipples so they are sure to stay on the inside of your dress."
Lady agreed and hurried back to her place in line. Several dancers watched Lady fidget. Her braless breasts swung underneath the shirt. They tugged the fabric downward, giving the shirt a different look compared to the other dancers. The white lines that ran across the red shirts distorted when it came to Lady. Her lines were blown up and blurred from stretching. They were curves instead of straight.
When the scene began, Lady's nipples became irritated. Sweat pooled between the tape and the dress. Dark red circles formed on the outside fabric and the audience gasped. As part of the routine, Lady threw her hands in the air and spun 90 degrees and rotated her arms around her shoulder joint. Another dancer held her arms out and grabbed Lady. The two spun in a circle, balancing on their heels and gaining speed. Lady's breasts sprung up in her dress and rose to the bottom of her chin. Only the bottom inches stayed tucked. The rest appeared in view, including the black squares of tape. When the dancers released their hands, Lady flew backwards across the stage. Usually she was nimble and could jog backwards into a natural pace but now her breasts swung awkwardly and caused her heals to bang the floor. Lady played off the gesture, doing an off-beat 180 degree turn so she could tuck her breasts back in. The pillows had grown thick and fatty. Lady was surprised at how much they moved. She could push one end and see the whole rest of it rise and retaliate.
Danny waited in the dressing room with the next outfit. It was a pair of overalls that had plenty of room. Lady needed it. "This is the biggest a dancer has blown up in one evening. That is for sure," Danny said when Lady arrived. The tape measure said that she had grown three more inches. Danny held the front of the overalls and tugged them side to side, jostling. He wanted her chest to fit squarely behind the overalls. "They're hanging outside of the breast area," Danny said as he traced their outline. Lined up next to the other girls, it looked like Lady's outfit was full of air.
"How do you feel?" Danny asked.
"I don't know. Please, don't let me fly out," Lady said. She lifted her breasts to examine their size.
"Don't touch. They're fastened for now. Try to jump side to side only. Don't go right up and down."
Lady agreed and turned around and re-joined the line. She knew a jump rope dance was coming next and that she would have to jump up and down, for over a minute, keeping in sync with the music, other dancers, and the rope.
"Lady, what's going on?" a dancer asked when she rounded the corner. "You're blowing up up top."
Lady gave a blank smile and the curtain raised and the girls stepped out onto the stage. The routine started well with Lady leaping side to side, pretending to kiss the various male dancers on the cheeks. The premise of the scene was that the male and female dancers were on blind dates. The two groups ran through each other's arms back and forth. Lady's breasts banged against her ribs as she went, feeling cool air rush under them.
Then came the jump rope section. Two dancers grabbed ends of a rope and swung it high. It was a 15-foot-long rope that three dancers could jump inside of at once. Lady was in the center, performing tricks. She held hands with the other dancers. She jumped on one foot. She jumped double time. With each bounce, Lady's breasts lifted into the overall straps, mushing beneath the denim. When it came for Lady to do a handstand, a tricky maneuver, she stayed standing instead and improvised a random dance move. The two other dancers looked confused and did their handstands anyway. When the cue for the second handstand came, Lady bit her lip and tried. She flipped upside down and her breast tumbled with gravity. They pressed against the overall straps, bulging, building pressure. Eventually, the strap over Lady's left shoulder burst open. There was a metal-hitting-metal noise as the button whipped the floor. Lady got back on her feet spontaneously, without thinking, and jumped hard into the air as if it compensate for her off-beat dancing. The right overall strap burst apart at the jump's impact and now both straps hung down, undone, exposing Lady's white C cup bra that held her J cup breasts.
The crowd gasped. Lady's breasts were big enough to stretch the bra straps into strips. When she jumped, you could hear them flop. They lifted into the air, lost contact with her body, and then came down. Her bra illustrated this by blooming outward and then sinking back. Her downed overalls looked obscene but showed off her flat stomach. Each click of the rope made Lady hop again and cause another moment of, "Is this for real?" in the eyes of the audience. They had seen her maybe grown before but now it was definite. She was inflating on stage and taking up attention. Critics wrote in their notebooks. Men skooched up in their chairs. The girl was a centerpiece, a human balloon that jiggled.
By the end of the dance, Lady's white bra was stained dark white with sweat. A violinist in the orchestra stretched his stick to the stage and flicked Lady's buttons off to the side so no one would trip. Lady hurried off stage, grabbing her breasts, feeling them grow in her palm as threads in the bra material lost their tug strength and snapped. She fell into Danny's arms. His hands felt her shoulders and noted the indentations made. They ran deep and covered Lady's body like zebra lines.
