Bonnie's Bras

Bonnie grinned wildly when she heard the doorbell. It had been a few weeks since the last box, and she knew another special package was due to arrive any day now.

Excitedly, she pulled open her front door and found a gorgeous pink box sitting squarely on her doormat, a creamy ribbon wrapped around it, and a little card tucked away under the bow with Bonnie in neat cursive. She bent over to take it inside, and felt her shirt strain to contain her full, heavy chest, her nipples coming dangerously close to popping out of her top.

As usual, there was no identifying mark anywhere on the box, no explanation of where it had come from, only the tag that let her know it was for her. Bonnie brought it inside and made a beeline for her bedroom.

The ribbon fell away with a quick tug, and Bonnie pulled out the bra inside and whistled. It was a deep satiny black, and very lacy, and also enormous, far larger than her current undergarments. She checked the tag: 34N! Her last bra had been a somewhat-believable 32JJ, and even that had looked intimidatingly large when it had come out of the box.

Still, Bonnie started stripping down, knowing that even if it didn’t fit now, it would soon.

They’d started arriving three months ago. The first bra had been a mean joke, a humiliation for the flat-chested Bonnie. The high school senior had always been the butt of flat jokes from some of the meaner girls at the school, the most developed cheerleaders snarking away in the lunch room, occasionally roping in one of the haughtier girls from the drama department for a little gossip session about the tall, flat band geek.

The lack of mocking note and obvious expense of the bra – it was far nicer than anything she owned or had ever seen on someone in the locker room for gym – had puzzled her, however, and she’d resignedly decided to try it on anyway. Bonnie was then shocked – and more than a little aroused – when she suddenly found herself filling out its loose cups, her boyish chest now comfortably filling out a B-cup.

Her sports bras in her closet also shifted to fit her new body, and no one as much as said a word the next day at school – although the occasional taunt also seemed to have vanished. Puzzled, she continued to wear the incredibly comfortable bra for the next few weeks.

The same day Bonnie noticed that it was starting to get a little tight around the cups, a second box arrived at her house, identical to the last. This little package contained a nude D-cup and matching low-cut panties, which were sized a little big for her hips. Eagerly, she tried on both pieces, and suddenly found herself the proud owner of a full bosom and wide, very sexy hips.

The G-cup arrived three weeks later, and for a moment, Bonnie was conflicted. Her new breasts and ass were nice, but they were still ‘reasonable’ and ‘normal’. Once she put on this bra, however, she knew she was leaving normal sizes behind. Sarah, one of her band friends, was the largest girl in school, with heavy F-cups. Did Bonnie want to be bigger than her, with all the attention that implied?

Then she remembered how amazing it felt to be big like this, how incredible playing with her breasts was, how powerful she felt when someone’s eyes got stuck in her cleavage when she wore a low-cut shirt. She wanted more of that, and so she slipped the bra on and stepped into a new world.

Just two weeks later, her current bra had arrived, the JJ-cup she was wearing now. And here she was, just two weeks after that, standing naked before her mirror, the new bra at her side. She thought she looked better than ever, but her edited memories were telling her that it wasn’t true, that in fact she’d always looked this good, now, that her body had always been astonishingly, effortlessly sexy. Her current memories told her she’d started developing young and never really stopped, busting through bras ever since the fifth grade. One of her most arousing memories was of her accidentally popping her seams while doing pull-ups as a freshman and flashing half of her gym class a look at her amazing boobs.

Bonnie pulled her arms through the straps of the bra and hooked the back. For a moment, her already-huge breasts sat loosely within the spacious cups, and then the magic of the bra took hold. Bonnie’s breasts rose with every breath, swelling like a pair of sponges, filling out further and further. Within moments, the new bra fit perfectly, giving her perfect support, a pretty lace design, and truly monumental cleavage that jutted out the better part of a foot in front of her.

She grinned and spun in place, admiring herself from all angles. Perfect, she thought. But I don’t know, maybe a little bigger up top would be nice…