"Leslee" Chapter 3
Added 2019-02-05 03:57:34 +0000 UTCLeslee's heart pounded inside her chest. For she and Matt, there was no denying the sight that lay before them: the unzipped suit revealed a pair of breasts that were only vaguely familiar in appearance, but vastly unfamiliar in size.
Her D-cup breasts had always been a point of pride, and she had always considered herself to be among the busty girls — but never like this. The sides of her breasts, still contained by the wetsuit, seemed to swell slightly larger through the unzipped opening with each rhythmic beat of her heightened pulse, two rising loaves of bread forcing their way to freedom.
While undoing the zipper had brought much-needed relief to her constrained ribcage, the passage of only a few moments — or perhaps it was an hour — left a new tightness that was beginning to overtake her. This... This can't be happening, she thought. This has gotta be some kind of dream, right? Right?!
Leslee slumped to her knees as her hands began to grope at the growing spheres of flesh that still rose, only half-exposed from the opening she had created. The same constriction began to creep back, as one urgent thought dogged her mind: I have to get this fucking thing off of me!
Matt stared at his girlfriend, mouth agape. Was this really happening? What was happening? He could only look on as she knelt in the surf, struggling to free the neoprene from its vice grip on her emboldened tots. As if sensing his useless gawking, Leslee shot her gaze upward, furrowing her brows. "Don't just stand there," she pleaded in a panicked shout. "Help me!"
