Uma walked through the mall, upset. She could see couples throughout the mall who were very much in

Uma walked through the mall, upset. She could see couples throughout the mall who were very much in love or at the very least lust. She found herself staring at the girls. More so their breasts. These girls were wearing various shirts and dresses all showing cleavage. Uma had no breasts. She thought if she had big, beautiful boobs, she’d find a nice guy and she would finally be happy.She continued walking through the mall looking at all the couples. One guy was ogling his girlfriend’s DD-cups through her tight white dress. An exercise couple walking the opposite direction, the woman’s huge breasts jiggling around in her sport’s bra. Then there was the young crackhead running away after he stole an old woman’s bag. Wait a second…Uma, lost in her breast envy, didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. The drug addict crashed into Uma sending both of them tumbling to the ground. Mall security hauled off the drug addict. Uma got up, rubbing the back of her head. She picked up the bag the young punk left behind. “Is this yours?” The old woman smiled weakly at Uma as she walked up. “Thank you, child.” The old woman touched Uma’s wrist and dropped the bag. She seemed to be in excruciating pain. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. Are you alright? I didn’t mean to hurt you.”“No, no, no, child! I just felt your aura! It’s so powerful!” Uma thought this lady was nuts. “The problem is that you keep it locked up inside you. You need to let it out. Here take this,” she said rifling through the recovered bag before pulling out a plain white shirt. “This will help you realize you’re potential and will help you keep it contained.”“I thought you said locking up my aura was a bad thing.”“No, no, no!” yelled the agitated old woman waving her hands around. “You don’t understand my dear! Please take this! It will help you!”“It’s a t-shirt.”“It’s no ordinary shirt, young one. I enchanted it. You will believe everything once you put it on. You might want to wait until you get home. You’re aura is very strong. You wouldn’t want to release it in public. Here take this bra as well. You’ll need it.” The old woman held up a black bra to the young girl. Uma realized there was no way she could refuse the old woman and took the shirt and bra. “Thank you,” she said. The old woman turned to walk away. She turned back to Uma and said, “I was going to give that gift to my granddaughter. She turns eighteen soon. She’s kind of a… bitch. That shirt has always belonged to you, Uma.”“Wait! How did you know my name?” asked Uma, but it was too late. The old woman was surprisingly fast for her age and disappeared among the shoppers.Uma went back to her apartment and threw the shirt and bra on her bed. The back of her head still hurt from the collision. “Well,” she thought, “it might look good on me.” She took off the shirt she was currently wearing. She put on the bra. It was way too big for her. “Fuck,” she thought before putting on the white shirt. She stared at herself in the mirror. She did look really good in the shirt.She looked down and tugged at the shirt so the bra wouldn’t look so cartoonish on her slim body. She pressed the shirt against her body to smooth it out. There was something odd going on. The shirt wouldn’t stay flat against her body. There was tenting going on and the more she tried to smooth it out, the worse the tenting got. It looked as if her breasts were growing. Wait… That was exactly what was happening.Uma looked looked down her shirt as her breasts were slowly but surely growing to accommodate all the extra space in her bra. In a little over an hour, her growing breasts slightly crept over the bra cups. Her shirt rode up as her breasts slowly grew bigger, exposing her midriff. As her breasts continued growing, something else was happening.Her shirt stopped riding up. As if by magic, her shirt produced more material as her breasts continued growing. Her bra also grew to cover more and more of her expanding bosom. “Holy shit, the gypsy was right!” Uma’s breasts crept forward about an inch every twenty minutes.A smile formed as her breasts grew even bigger. She cooed as she danced sexually in front of her mirror, her boobs bounced rhythmically. She then pulled her shirt’s neckline down giving herself an impressive view of her cleavage as her shirt and bra continued to morph to keep Uma looking as presentable as possible with breasts the size of basketballs.Hours passed and Uma’s breasts, shirt, and bra continued growing. Her breasts were the size of beanbag chairs. She wrapped an arm around each swollen tit and hefted them up to her face. She couldn’t believe she would ever feel this good with her swelling breasts. She began to lay forward on top of her breasts as they continued growing. Exhausted, she used her growing breasts as pillows as she drifted off to blissful sleep. -- source link

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