Letting Down - Monday
#1 of Letting Down
Liz's new gym is exactly what she was looking for. It's relaxing and it lets her work out before he job, and provides a special protein milkshake to give her an extra boost. Her first day at the gym left her happy, relaxed and oddly her breasts seem to be getting bigger...
Part of a trade with fenris49.
Letting Down
by: Theo Winters
Written for Fenris49
>> Monday
Liz had to suppress the urge to skip as she walked into work; her high heels clipping over the cement path. She swung her purse from her arm, humming softly to herself as she navigated the somewhat dark office. It was just before eight in the morning, and as usual she was one of the very first people in the office.
Of course she wasn't the first person to make it in. Her secretary, Daisy, was already at her desk, typing away with her well manicured fingers. Her head was bent down slightly as she looked at the computer screen, her long, dirty blonde hair falling over her face with small curls that framed her cheeks.
She walked up behind Daisy and lowered her head down to rest on the blonde's shoulder. Liz slipped her arms under the other woman's and reached around to stroke at her full breasts. "Do we have anything interesting today?"
Daisy turned her head back to smile at the slightly older woman. "Well, you have a date with your girlfriend tonight."
"Oh? That sounds nice," Liz said as she bent down and kissed Daisy firmly on the lips. Daisy stood up as their hands ran over each other's bodies; finally Daisy squeezed Liz's ass through her knee length skirt.
They parted and smiled at each other. "I know a nice Italian place. I think you're going to like it." Liz said.
Daisy smiled a bit and nodded, reaching back and pushing some of her hair back over her left ear. "That sounds nice. It's been too long since we've been out on a date."
"I know, I've just been so busy with work," Liz replied with a slight downcast of her eyes.
The other woman snorted a bit and shook her head. "You're always busy with work. If I wasn't your secretary, I doubt I would see you more than once a month. Though it would be a fun visit," she replied, reaching down and rubbing the brown-haired woman's small breasts.
Liz smiled and ran her hands over her lover's side. "I can't help it if I'm good at my job. If it wasn't for me, this place wouldn't run at all."
The blonde pouted at this and shook her head. "You let them give you too much work. I know, I have to sort it all for you. You need to take a break. Why don't you come with me when I go back home?"
Liz sighed. "I can't afford to take even a day off, let alone two weeks."
Daisy signed as well and dropped back in her chair, her breasts pouncing a little bit under her blouse. "I wish I could change your mind; you're too stressed."
With a smile, Liz sat on the edge of the desk, crossing her legs and pulling up her skirt to ride over the top of her stockings. She allowed one black heel to dangle from her toes. Her position allowed her to look down at Daisy's cleavage. "I found a way to release some of that stress, and help my ass. I found this new gym a few miles from here. It's not very crowded, the staff is nice, and they have these protein milkshakes that are wonderful."
"Is that why you're in late? And milkshakes?"
Liz nodded. "They are really nice, Princess. They are exactly what I needed after my workout, and the guy making them thought I was cute and was flirting with me like crazy. He wasn't bad looking either, nice build with a cute ass. He was so hot for me; I bet if I gave him a wink he would need new shorts."
Her girlfriend laughed and rocked back in her chair. "I'm glad you're mine. If you weren't, every guy around would be on you."
"Thank you, dear." Liz bent down for another kiss, but came up short as she heard the front door to the office open. She shot upright and slipped off the desk, brushing down her skirt. "I had better-"
Daisy smiled and nodded her head. "I'll get your reports together and bring them to you with your coffee," she said in a professional voice.
"Thank you," she replied, and hurried into her office, closing the door behind her just as she heard someone else start to speak.
Walking around her small desk she sat down in the plush chair, kicking off her heels and pulling off her suit jacket. It only took a few moments before her work pulled her in; and she didn't even notice when Daisy brought in her coffee. As usual it was just how she liked it, with just the right amount of milk and sugar. It filled her with warmth as she worked through the reports on her computer.
* * *
By mid morning Liz had found a new distraction. The straps of her bra were starting to dig into her shoulders. Every few minutes she had to stop and pull at the straps, trying to make it comfortable. It was something she might have been able to put out of her mind, but soon her breasts started to feel the pressure as well, like her bra was too small for her.
When lunch time came around she finally decided she had to do something about it. She hurried out of her office, past Daisy and to the restroom. Slipping into one of the stalls she locked the door and quickly unbuttoned her white blouse and pulled it off. Reaching behind her back she pulled at the hooks of her bra, unlatching them one at a time. Each tug increased the pressure on her breasts, sending small jolts of pleasure through her nipples.
With a gasp of release, she got the last hook free and pulled her bra down her arms. Her breasts seemed to leap forward and bounce against her chest. Her nipples were starting to grow hard in the slightly chill air of the bathroom.
She looked down at her breasts, surprised at how large they seemed. She bounced a little bit on her toes, watching the flesh jiggle over her chest. With a slight twist, she shook them side to side, the movement sending more pleasure rushing through her body.
Gulping, she made herself stop. Her original plan was simply to try and adjust her bra, loosen the straps so they weren't digging in, but it was clear that wasn't going to be any help. The bra was made to hold only a B cup, and she was larger than that now.
As Liz pulled her blouse over her shoulder, she wondered how she could have gained a whole cup size in one day. Maybe it was because of the gym. She didn't work out very often and the extra exertion might have caused some water retention.
She pulled her blouse closed over her chest. As soon as the fabric rubbed over her nipples a new rush of pleasure crashed over her body, bringing a gasp to her lips. Holding herself still she shivered until the pleasure settled, though it didn't go away completely. Her nipples were hard under the white fabric, and showed no signs of getting softer.
Going slowly she buttoned her shirt, trying not to move the fabric too much until the last button was in place. Even so she was nearly shaking in pleasure by the time she got her shirt tucked into her skirt.
Holding her bra tightly in her hands she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she stepped out of the stall. She only got a couple steps before she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts filled out her shirt, pulling slightly at the buttons. The dark brown of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin white fabric, drawing attention to her swollen chest.
She took in a deep breath and wrapped an arm over her chest, hiding her tits. The last thing she wanted to do was to show off to all of the men in the office. They wouldn't understand what had happened, and would think she was flirting with them all.
Pushing the door open with her shoulder she hurried back to her desk. A few people looked at her, but no one seemed to question what she was doing.
She had almost made it back to her office when Daisy motioned her to a stop. "I've updated the reports you need to work on, but there's some question about the numbers from the downtown office." She offered out a new stack of folders.
Liz looked down at the folders and let out a sigh. Letting her arm drop from her chest she reached down to take them.
Daisy's eyes went right to her nipples, a smile on her lips. "That's a new look for you."
Blushing she pulled the folder to her chest. "I'm... it's just some swelling from the gym," she said.
Her girlfriend nodded and looked round the room. "I approve. I've ordered lunch for you and put a fresh cup of coffee on your desk."
A small blush crossed over Liz's cheeks. "Thank you, Daisy, I have no idea what I would do without you."
Liz hurried back into her office, closing the door behind her. She was happy to sink back into her chair, dropping the files in front of her and stuffing her bra into the bottom drawer of her desk. She decided that if she was going to step out of her office again for the rest of the day, she was going to have to wear her suit jacket to hide her breasts.
Hunching over her computer she tried to focus on her job, but her hard nipples made the task difficult. It seemed like every time she moved her arms, her blouse rubbed over them and sent her another teasing jolt of pleasure. She eventually had to undo the top two buttons so the fabric wasn't so tight, but it was still a struggle through the rest of the day's work.
* * *
For the first time in a very long time Liz was happy to get out of work. Even so, she was the last person to leave. Even Daisy had gone home, but not before arranging the details of their date.
Liz pulled her jacket tight over her chest, rushing to her car in the fading sunlight. Once settled down, she gunned the car out of the parking lot and headed towards the mall. Each bump in the road sent her breasts jiggling, rubbing the nipples over her shirt. She finally had to drop one hand from her steering wheel to hold her shirt in place.
She parked as close to the doors as she could and nearly ran across the parking lot, though she had to slow down to prevent her breasts from shaking too much. Once inside, she went to her normal store, trying not to look too panicked.
One of the clerks seemed to notice her distress and came over to her. She was young, hardly more than a teenager, but was cute in her own way. "Can I help you?"
Liz blushed and let her jacket fall open. "I need a new bra, 36B."
The clerk turned her head to the side, her short red hair cascading over her eyes as they turned to focus on Liz's chest. "You're not a B cup."
The blush was warm across her cheeks. "That's why I need a new bra," she said in a soft voice.
A smile crossed the young woman's face. "I see, come with me and I'll get your size," she said, motioning for her to come to the back of the store. Liz followed after of her, still blushing, yet making a point to look at the clerk's backside, admiring the shape of her hips and ass.
The clerk walked her to a dressing room and the pair of them pressed inside. It was small, but not too small, but it left her feeling close to the redhead.
"Take your jacket off."
Liz nodded and pulled her jacket off, then undid her blouse, pulling it free as well. Her nipples were still hard, jutting out from her chest and looking bigger than ever before.
The clerk watched this with a bit of a smile as she moved behind Liz. She unraveled the measuring tape and wrapped it under Liz's chest, adjusting it a little bit. "You're still a 36," she said.
The clerk let the tape fall lose then moved it up pulling it across the top of her full breasts, across her fat nipples. She pulled and tugged at the tape then allowed the tape to drop free. "36 Double-D," she pronounced.
Liz's jaw fell open in surprised. "Double-D! Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. Stay here and I'll get you a couple of bras to try," the clerk said as she stepped out of the dressing room, hiding a smile.
Liz leaned against the dressing room door, her hand on her head as she looked down at her full chest. She had dreamed of being a D cup when she was in college. All the boys in school seemed to prefer bigger breasts, and she had been a disappointment. That was before she had discovered that women were much more fun than men.
Lowering her arms, she looked at her profile in the mirror. Her full breasts rose out from her chest, the skin smooth, with no sign of stretch marks from her surprise growth. Her fat brown nipples capped her breasts and jutted out into the air, giving them a perfect shape.
She rolled her shoulders back and thrust out her chest, watching her breasts shake. She smiled at how it made her look. Whatever it was that was causing them to swell, it made her feel nice. Sadly it was only temporary, but it made her consider the idea of getting some real enhancement.
The dressing room door opened again and she panicked, jumping back and crossing her arms over her chest. The young clerk looked in and offered her a flesh tone bra. "Try this."
Liz took the bra from the clerk, blushing slightly as she turned away. "Thank you," she said as the door closed.
She pulled the bra on, feeling the fabric of the cups catch and hold her breasts. Her nipples pressed out against the fabric, but they were pressed flat as she clasped it behind her back. She spent a moment pulling at the straps, getting them adjusted.
The new bra felt nice, holding her breasts in place and didn't rub all over her tits like her blouse did. She gave the straps a quick snap and smiled. Whatever the cause of the swelling, she wore it well.
With a quick pull, she ripped the tag off the bra and pulled her blouse back on, buttoning it up as she stepped out of the dressing room. "It's perfect," she told the clerk, then reached back into the dressing room for her jacket.
The clerk nodded and took the tag from Liz. "I have some more if you would like," she said, offering two more, one in black and the other in white.
Liz smiled a bit, tugging at her shirt. "Do you have a red one?"
"Of course, I'll be right back," she said, vanishing back into the racks of clothing. In only a few moments she returned holding a lacey red bra in her hands. "Your boyfriend is going to love you in these," she said as the total came up on the display.
She chuckled softly as she paid for the new clothing. "I'm sure she will."
* * *
Liz hurried towards the restaurant. The extra weight of her now DD cup chest pulled over her shoulders, the straps of the new bra digging into her flesh. Each step made her enlarged chest jiggle in new ways, and even though it felt uncomfortable, each jiggle still sent jolts of pleasure through her body.
She slowed down as she reached the door, panting slightly and rolling her shoulders. She was still a few minutes early, and there wasn't any sign of Daisy just yet. She took advantage of that to step inside and ask for a table for two.
The moment she stepped back outside she felt Daisy's familiar hands grasp her own. Her skin was warm and soft, the fingers warping with her own and stroking the digits. Liz turned around and brought her girlfriend's well manicured hand up to her lips and gave it a kiss. "Hello, Princess," she said.
Daisy giggled and pressed closer to Liz, kissing her firmly on the lips. "How are you, dear?"
She shrugged a bit and looked down to her swollen chest. "I'm okay, though I hope things go down soon." To emphasize her words she pounced on her toes which made her chest jiggle under her top.
Her girlfriend laughed and looked down at the cleavage straining under the blouse. "I think you look nice."
"Thank you. It can't be all bad if you like it," she replied, then bent down and kissed Daisy again.
A moment later she heard her name called. Breaking the kiss, Liz took Daisy's hand and together they walked through the restaurant to a table near the front window. A candle was flickering on the table, casting a warm glow on the white table cloth.
Liz let go of Daisy's hand and pulled out a chair for her. The blonde sat down with a smile and took a menu from the waiter. Liz moved to the other chair, sitting down and brushing her hands along her skirt before scooting her chair forward.
There was a smile on Daisy's face as she looked over the menu. "This is nice," she said, her eyes flicking over the different menu items, then to the prices. Her eyes went wide, but she hid it with a soft giggle.
Liz reached out and touched Daisy's hand. "Don't worry, it's worth it."
The blonde smiled a bit and continued to look through the menu.
Leaning forward, Liz kept reading, but she already knew what she wanted to eat. She was very hungry and just needed to get something. By the time the waiter had arrived with their drinks they had both decided on what they wanted.
As soon as the menus were gone, Liz leaned over the table to look closer at Daisy. As she did so, she felt her breasts press down on the table top. With a small giggle of surprise she pulled back and looked down at herself.
"What is it?"
"Just my breasts," she replied, shivering a bit as she tugged at her top, adjusting the fit.
Daisy smiled a bit and leaned over the table.
"They are getting in the way," Liz said added with a blush, turning away slightly. She could feel the warmth covering her cheeks.
"At your size, it goes with the territory," she replied, her eyes tracing over the shape of Liz's chest.
Liz blushed and crossed her arms over her chest, but that only resulted in more pressure on her breasts, while at the same time teasing the fabric of her bra against her hard nipples. It sent another jolt of pleasure through her body, and she quickly dropped her hands back to the table.
Daisy giggled at this. "You're being silly."
"I'm not used to it, is all," she replied, the blush starting to fade a little bit.
Daisy nodded then pulled back a bit as their food arrived. Liz was surprised how difficult it was to eat; her normal posture caused her breasts to rest on the table. Eventually she had to lean back slightly and keep a napkin tucked over her chest so she didn't spill anything down into her cleavage.
Her girlfriend seemed to be amused by all of this, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth as Liz worked out the best way to eat. They didn't speak much while they were eating, but Daisy was running her stocking clad foot over the inside of Liz's legs.
The touch made Liz's pleasure grow. Warmth filled her body, focusing on her crotch and her swollen nipples, which seemed to grow even harder from her girlfriends intimate touch. By the time they were finished with dinner, she was surprised her clothing hadn't burst into flames.
Daisy seemed to notice this, her feet starting to slide further up her legs, only to have to pull them away when the waiter returned for a moment. The sudden move brought a soft gasp from Liz, her body shivering.
As soon as the waiter left, Daisy's foot touched Liz's leg again, but this time she pulled away slightly. "Sorry, dear. If I get any hotter, I'm going to jump over the table."
Daisy blushed deeply at this, but a smile crossed widely over her face. "Is that a promise?"
With a giggle, Liz pushed back from the table. "Yes, though not tonight."
The smile fell from her girlfriend's face. "Why not? Tonight would be perfect," she said with a pout.
Liz sighed. She wanted to take Daisy up on her offer, to throw her down and dive into her and make her scream her name. Sadly she didn't have much choice. "I have too much to do tomorrow. I was distracted by, well whatever caused this," she said, waving at her breasts.
With a long sigh Daisy looked down at her hands. "You worry too much about work. You really need to relax. Trust me, it will be good for you. We could both call in sick tomorrow and have a good time."
"I'm sorry, I have to get it done," she replied, handing the waiter her credit card as he brought the check.
With a slow nod, Daisy leaned back in her chair and folded her hands in her lap, looking very put out.
They fell into an uncomfortable silence while they waited for the waiter to return. Liz signed the check, and they collected their things, and headed back out into the night. Before they parted Liz took Daisy's arm and pulled her close, giving her a firm kiss.
Daisy returned the kiss, pulling close for a moment before they had to leave.
"I love you," Liz whispered.
"I love you too," Daisy said in returned, then kissed her on the cheek.
Slowly they parted, and with one last touch of their hands, headed back to their cars.
* * *
Liz ripped her jacket off as soon as she walked into her apartment, throwing it on the couch with the bag that held her new bras. With deft hands she undid the buttons on her blouse, dropping it on the floor as she kicked off her heels. Her skirt dropped to the floor as she neared her bedroom.
Entering her bedroom she sat down on the bed and unhooked her stockings, slowly pulling them down her legs. She then took off the garter belt and wiggled out of her panties.
Taking a deep breath, she reached up and unhooked her bra, pulling it down her arms. Her breasts bounced free, slapping slightly against her chest and sending another jolt through her body.
She pulled on her night clothing; the long cotton pants hugged at her legs, the seam resting against her crotch. The top stretched out over her breasts and pulled them close to her body. Her nipples poked out against the fabric, tenting it over her chest.
Liz walked back through her apartment, the blue fabric rubbing and teasing her, the heat in her body starting to rise even more, her breasts being teased by every move she made. Picking up her discarded clothing, she returned to her room, turning the lights off as she went.
Dropping onto the bed she sighed. Looking down at her crotch, she wasn't surprised to find that the fabric was already growing wet. Letting out a sigh, she pulled the covers over her head. "I should have brought her home."
She wiggled in, shivering slightly as one hand slipped down, pressing under the damp fabric to stroke the excited folds of her sex. Her other hand reached up and started to rub at her swollen breasts. The double touch was like a jolt of lighting through her body, making her gasp as she thrust her hips into the air.
Her hand worked over her breasts, pulling and teasing the fat nipples through the fabric, the stretchy cotton teasing them all the more. Another gasp escaped her lips as she teased her fingers deeper into her pussy, feeling the slick flesh part for her thin fingers. Each touch, each movement, was nothing like she had felt before. It made her body shake with pleasure.
Rolling onto her side, she buried her face against the pillow, her hair pooling around her head and face. Gasping into the soft fabric, she worked her fingers in deeper, her body starting to tense up.
She moved her hand between her breasts, teasing and rubbing the full flesh, moaning happily as she did so. Both hands worked together, easing and pressing as her legs started to twitch, kicking at the bed. Finally she let out a cry as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body shaking as she gushed out against her hand. Her fingers squeezed tightly over one nipple, tugging at it as her body shook in waves.
Finally her body stopped shaking as she collapsed against the bed, burying her face in the pillow. Gasping, she started to relax and drifted to sleep, her hand still buried in her sex.
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