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She’d been warned about bras, so she didn’t wear one.
She’d been warned about being in public–so she went to a private, invite-only showing for a local art museum.
She’d been warned about back pain, so she’d exercised and done her routines for the week leading up. And now here she was, growing just like she knew she’d be.
But nobody had warned her about the warmth, the heat, the glowing furnace that her swelling, bulging titmeat created as the twin globes stretched her dress and radiated outwards with flustering, embarrassing heat.
The kind of heat that made her shoulders roll and relax, sent blush to her cheeks (both sets) and caused her burgeoning breasts to poke outwards with her hardening teats in their rampant advance to push and pile on the resilient fabric of her dress. She was forced to step aside and use her hands to vent some of that hot air out, gasping and whimpering softly as she wondered how much longer she’d be growing for..

And her bosom continued to swell.