> After scrolling on her phone for a few minutes, Jade finally rolls out of bed to start the day. Clipping on a rather ill-fitting bra, she moves through her closet and, predictably, picks out her mint-green blouse (still magically compelled to do so until it breaks)
> Today it’s less form-fitting and more like packing sausages, the consequences of her constant binging becoming apparent. Closing the buttons over her pudgy tum isn’t too hard, and elicits a kind of mischievous excitement as they stretch out just slightly, but fumbling with them on her chest first amplifies that feeling, then replaces it with frustration
> It quickly becomes clear that the bra has to go. There’s just not any available room. Once it’s discarded, the more accessible squishiness of her tits becomes a valuable asset, and after a few seconds of trouble stuffing them into the cups she can begin trying to pull the buttons together
> Trying her best to ignore how great the kneading and squeezing and pushing feels, Jade manages to get them into shape and close each button, one by one. It’s a several-minutes-long struggle, by the end of which her erect nipples display clearly through the stretched-translucent fabric, not to mention large windows to her cleavage between each button. Now just to slow her heart rate a bit, avoiding the rather lewd picture in the mirror, and try and keep from breathing too hard for the rest of the day
> This is probably this top’s last day, Jade decides. Better make good use of it before she… bursts it open…. Okay, bring your breathing back down, relax