The rays of morning sunshine and the sounds of birds woke Laura up from her troubled slumber.The rays of morning sunshine and the sounds of birds woke Laura up from her troubled slumber. She sat up. It was very hard for her to do. The birds suddenly flew from the trees as Laura's screams pierced the morning air. She was dressed in a snug bustier. Garters held fishnet stocking in place, and on her feet were shining patent leather high heel pumps with ankle straps, the straps each having a small gold lock. But that wasn't why she screamed. Overnight her breasts had become HUGE! Her flabby 38D bumps were now grotesquely over-inflated balloons that covered her chest from collarbone to the end of her sternum. And they were so HEAVY!. She struggled clumsily to her feet. She had a hard time keeping her balance. Supporting herself on furniture, she made her way to the mirror. She couldn't see her feet anymore. Her hair and face had been made up quite elegantly, as were her nails. She couldn't get over it. Her chest seemed to extend to the horizon. These shoes made it very hard to walk, but the locks prevented their removal. She felt a chill. Damn! She hadn't noticed that she didn't have any panties! Just then she heard a click and the door opened. Laura was elated. For the first time in months she could leave this awful room. But what waited beyond? She didn't care. Stoically, she pointed her enormous bosom towards the door and stumbled out into the hallway. As Laura had suspected, the rest of the house was even more opulent than where she had been imprisoned. |