orangeorc: Vanessa live streaming a new post for her vlog.“So, welcome to the latest episode
orangeorc: Vanessa live streaming a new post for her vlog. “So, welcome to the latest episode of ‘Vanessa Reviews Exercise Bras,” she said. She realized the top of her head was being cropped out of the frame, and moved the camera up just enough to keep her breasts and head fully in the frame. “So, first of all, wow. Big numbers last week, and today as well! I thought I’d find an audience, for sure, but I guess I really underestimated the level of interest in exercise bras.” She looked down and gave herself a squeeze. “I guess the problem of exercise bras suddenly shrinking and tearing apart is way more common than I thought. So! This is a Mason & Cole Athletic Wear bra.” She arched her back and bounced a bit for the camera. Her traffic spiked- she was already 50% higher than last week. “So, as usual, cup sizing is totally all over the place. Remember when I started this blog, and I was a C-cup in the first brand I reviewed? But then on my second post, that brand used totally different sizing, so I had to use a DD? And then an F? Anyway, according to Mason & Cole, I’m suddenly an H-cup. Whatever. Four bras in two weeks, all different sizes. The industry is messed up.” She rolled her eyes dramatically for the camera. “Anyway, I don’t know if there’s something in the air in those clothing stores, but as usual I found a top that fit me perfectly in the store. But they always do, so I thought I’d wear this one home, to see exactly when these damn things start shrinking.” She poked her sideboob, which was already bulging out the side of the top. “I swear to god, I thought I’d at least make it out of the parking lot! But seriously, as soon as I started driving home, this thing was already feeling too small! What the hell, Mason and Cole?” She pressed her breasts together, emphasizing how much she bulged over the top and sides. “I almost got in an accident, because I had to keep looking down and getting distracted by my own cleavage! The smaller this top got, the bigger my cleavage looked!” She made an awkward grunt, and writhed in discomfort. Her cleavage swelled an inch or two bigger. “Okay, good thing I started recording right away. I have no clue what the deal with this fabric is, but I totally just felt this thing get tighter. The jog bra made a stretching noise, and Vanessa winced. “And yes, by the way. This is as uncomfortable as it looks!” The fabric made an elastic straining noise as Vanessa’s breasts expanded against it, stretching it thin. Her nipples were plainly visible, as the tightening fabric was being stretched so thin and pulled so taut it was nearly see through. “All right! This hurts, but for the cause, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna keep recording until this stupid, cheap exercise bra gets so small it tears, just like all the others! I hope corporate America is watching, because I’m totally exposing their cheap, shady practices and defective products!” Her viewship quintupled. “Wow, you guys really care about the quality of women’s athletic clothing. I guess it- ah! Ah… ah… mmf…” Vanessa’s bust expanded, stretching audibly. Vanessa struggled to breathe, but she was too big for her top. She tried to inhale, and bulged against (and over, and around) the thin, fraying top. She tried again, and despite some popping noises, the bra held. Finally, on her third try, the top exploded. Her breasts nearly made an audible “ba-wong” sound as they bounced free. Vanessa’s huge tits heaved and jiggled with every breath she took. With every breath, her already considerable bust expanded another inch or so, growing to completely fill the lower half of the screen. Hardly anyone noticed that with every breath, a bit more of Vanessa’s forehead crept out of frame too. “Did you guys see that? Because of this crappy garment, I could have have suffocated! I- hang on, I’m out of focus…” She fiddled with the camera. First, she pushed it up, to fit her face in the frame. “Sorry, don’t know why the camera keeps dipping. Wait… now you guys can’t see my boobs. Hang on…” She lowered the camera, lowering it to capture her entire chest. She pushed it all the way down, but the camera couldn’t even fit her entire breasts in the frame now. She ballooned to monstrous, basketball-sized tits, so huge they pressed down against top of her desk as she fiddled with her camera. “Dammit! Is the focus off? I could fit everything in frame a few minutes ago…” she said, wobbling the camera. The feed cut out for a split second, and thousands and thousands of men cried out in agony before it flipped on again a second later. “Sorry! Sorry. I was fixing the feed, and my freaking boobs pressed a bunch of keys. I-“ Then feed went out again, then flicked back on. “Sorry! Boobs again! God, that’s never happened before! It must because I’m so riled!” She grew, with her head inching upwards again. The desk groaned as her heavy breasts grew even heavier, weighing down on it. Vanessa winced when there was a light thud. “Ouchie! Sorry, my knees just hit the bottom of the table. Is something wrong with my chair? I’m really high up, and for some reason the seat feels-“ The chair groaned under her increasing weight. Then snapped loudly under her. “WHOA!” she said, flailing back. The room and the feed shook. “Owie! Piece of cheap… crap! Oh no!” She was trying to stand up, but something was wrapped around her hips and thighs. “This seat and arm rests… they’re squeezing my hips and ass for some reason! God, it’s like this thing shrank to! And tore of my shorts and panties, somehow! Fuck!” She tried to pull the broke chair off. Her hips and thighs widened and plumped out behind her, getting thicker and thicker as Vanessa grew. The chair bent, then broke off of her. “Whew! That’s a relief! So many things are breaking today!” She stood up to her full height. Her massive breast filled the screen for a second, but then only a bit of her pendulous underboob was visible. The camera was locked on her navel and top of her wide hips. “Uh… what’s wrong with my room?” she said, perplexed. “Everything looks-“ Her body made a weird rumbling noise, and she grew bigger. Her hips widened, and as her legs lengthened, her crotch rose to fill the screen. Her boobs billowed up even bigger, before her chest rose out of frame. “Did my ceiling just get lower? Like, it’s almost down to my head!” Another rumbled, and her body stretched and swelled and grew even bigger. “Ouchie!” she said, right after an abrupt thunk. “Holy shit. Okay, my boobs are really big all of a sudden, so I can’t see my computer over them… but if anyone’s still watching I think I might be growing!” In the frame, her knees bent, bumping the desk, as her shoulders and head grew up against the ceiling. “Shit! I’m definitely growing… and I’m running out of room! No, no… no!” She tried to get down on her knees, and the room shook. That only bought her a few seconds before she grew into the roof again, so she leaned back on her haunches, only to break the behind her with her giant, mega-donk ass and fertility goddess hips. “My bed!” she said, with a gasp. And because she was looking in front of her, she didn’t notice breasts, now bigger than yoga balls and growing quickly, descend on her computer and smash it. The feed shook, and suddenly the camera was showing nothing but a sideways view of the floor. “Crap! My computer! I can’t see if I broke it… these damn giant boobs… if anyone can still hear me, I’m… mmf… still getting bigger! I’m running out of room! Call 911, please!” There was a groaning noise as her soft, hyper-curvaceous body grew against the walls, bending them outward by force. “Too big! I’m too big! Somebody, please-“ For a split second, the camera showed a dark room, and then a split second of boob flesh crushing it, and then fell silent. There was another world-wide wail of blueballs, and then millions of pantless perverts frantically searched for live news streams with one hand. Eventually, nearly all of them deduced Vanessa’s hometown and started watching the live helicopter report from her local news station. In the helicopter feed, a medium sized apartment building kept shaking and trebling awkwardly. People went streaming out the doors and windows, screaming and running for cover. One of the walls bowed, and giant leg exploded out of it, growing across the apartment lawn and kicking onlookers aside. A second later, and second leg shot out, this one ramming through half a dozen cars in the parking lot. The roof bulged and Vanessa’s head burst out. Her eyes were wide with shook as she looked this way and that, trying to process what was happening to her. Then she ground her teeth as the building “shrunk” around her again, and her shoulders ripped through the roof too. Then she kept rising, and her breasts had bloated to such immense proportions they tore off nearly all the remaining roof as they grew. Her butt and hips widened, smashing more and more of the base foundation of her apartment complex. Her breasts, growing so fast they were increasingly over proportioned for the rest of her body, inflated in front of her, smothering whatever apartment remained and filling her lap as she struggled the get her arms around them and push them in, like she could stop them from growing. It didn’t work, naturally, as soon her ass and legs had grown to cover most of her apartment complex. She was sitting there, trying to hold her giant boobs, and staring down in shock at the hundreds of tiny reporters and fleeing onlookers scrambling between her legs. She was over a hundred feet tall just sitting down. She was clearly at a loss for words, and some of the braver reporters screamed questions up at her. “Okay…” she said, briefly started by how loud and booming her voice was. “I guess… I owe the exercise clothing industry an apology. This might be the reason their clothes wouldn’t fit me for long…” People were shouting things up at her, but she couldn’t understand their small, piping voices. “I’m sorry, I’m just gonna… try to stand up real quick… everyone get clear please… back up… hold on…” She struggled awkwardly to get her feet under her. She struggled to heft the weight of her own breasts. “Fuck… these things are heavy… god dammit… just need to… get my legs under them… hup!” She straightened to her full height of more than 200 feet. Unfortunately, the news helicopter had been flying just over her cleavage, and was suddenly sent spinning when Vanessa’s mega-mammaries bounced into them. “Sorry! Sorry!” said Vanessa, who could be seen awkwardly reaching to catch the helicopter. “I didn’t mean to-“ She was already leaning off-balance, and another ill-timed growth spurt sprung on her. “No, no!” she wailed, as her body rumbled and rose. “Not bigger! Not again!” Her breasts ballooned, heavier than ever, pulling her forward. She fell towards the assembled crowd, jugs first. “Look out!” she screamed, as her top-heavy shadow fell across the thousands of people looking up at her. “Sorry!” She felt the earth shake under her, and saw a wave of dust fly in all directions. “Huh. That didn’t really hurt…” she said, coughing a bit of dust. “I guess I pretty padded. These things are way to heavy to stand back up, but at least they broke my…” The dust cleared, and Vanessa realized she had been growing continuously since her fall started to this very moment. She saw the edges of her hometown slowly being enveloped under the swelling tide of her breasts, and felt the world “shrinking” under her. In less a minute, she was going to be bigger than her whole state. “Well, fuck…” she muttered, feeling her body slowing crush her homeworld. “I mean, it’s not like I know for certain the exercise clothing companies didn’t do this to me…” -- source link