Chapter #7Huge, slutty, embarassed Hinata! by: Voix   Hinata opened her closet, her new breasts swaying from side-to side at the slightest motion. They touched into her upper arms when she let them rest naturally, so reaching in front of her was barely even an option anymore. She'd had to turn slightly to the side to get her closet to slide open before gaping in shock at the clothes inside. The only things on the hangars were ridiculously tiny, slinky little dresses! She knelt, her breasts pressing into her fast thighs as she opened the drawers at the bottom of her closet. She felt what seemed to be regular shirts inside, and pulled one out, holding it to her chest. It would have had enough fabric to cover her plenty well the day before before, but on her new breasts the little spaghetti-straps only held up a three-inch wide band of fabric, across which was written "JUMBO JUGS". She threw it to one side, blushing with hideous embarrassment and tried again.
Everything was ridiculous. Tiny little tops littered her floor, emblazoned with "FAT TITS", "GOT MILK?", "BIG GIRL" and "PLEASE SQUEEZE". The bottoms were little better. Not every one of them had a slutty slogan, (though some of the shorts did read "WIDE LOAD", "BADONK-ADONK" and "FAT ASS") but they were if anything, even less covering, every single thing was a miniskirt that might as well have been a belt on her, a pair of shorts so high and small her ass would have been almost completely exposed, or tight enough that an observer would be able to have seen every nook and cranny of her bottom and privates. She didn't seem to own a bra that wasn't completely useless and covered in lace, and her underwear consisted exclusively of thong bottoms. She had a sinking feeling those only existed to show off when paired with the miniskirt.
Hinata wanted to cry as she looked at the contents of her drawers. Her old life felt like a fading memory, and she was thoroughly embarrassed even though she had yet to leave her room. Yet, within a deep, dark, corner of her mind that she had yet to admit existed, she was aroused. Very slowly, slow enough she didn't even notice the lips of her pussy grew wetter and wetter. She still had to get dressed. Even if the universe wanted her to be some kind of slut.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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