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It didn’t seem like anything all that important when one day Mika’s bra started to seem tighter than usual. She’d been eating much better recently, after all, thanks to the combined efforts of Sasha, Eddie, Zita, and even little Zephyr themself. It was only natural that she’d finally start regaining all that weight she’d lost during her years in Jigoku, so she’d just taken it as a sign that she was really starting to recover and gone about her business.
A few days later, when the clasp of her bra stubbornly refused to close no matter how much she pulled was she actually started to worry. Before she’d always been able to fasten it as tight as possible without any problems, but now the hooks just wouldn’t reach even the closest set of loops, and trying just made the fabric of the cups dig into her skin. There was only so much that weight gain could account for in such a short period of time, and her stomach was still too flat and thighs still to bony to match her new bust size. She frowned to herself, trying to figure out what could be wrong before a loud bark from the door caught her attention.
Weird or not, there wasn’t a whole lot Mika could do about it other than fashion a makeshift extension out of spare cloth and thread. Zita needed walking and she wasn’t going to wait around for Mika to fret over silly two-leg things like clothes, after all, so she threw on her loosest sweater and hoped no one would notice. It was an unseasonably chilly day anyway, so no one would question it even if she didn’t make a habit of dressing in baggy things to begin with, she reassured herself.
The morning was nice enough to make Mika forget about her predicament for a good while, despite the cold and the straps that seemed to dig into her shoulders more and more with each passing minute, but as luck would have it Zita was having a particularly energetic day and as they were heading home a wayward elk happened to wander just too near for her to resist. Barking ecstatically, Zita took off after the elk which, predictably, turned tail to run and the chase was on.
“Zita, no. Come back!” But Zita was more interested in her quarry than anything else, and all Mika could do was follow after them to keep an eye on her. Walking with Zita every day had been good for her leg and Mika was able to keep up a sort of loping run, but it didn’t take long for a completely unrelated issue to arise. Between the cold and the strained fabric of her bra, her nipples are achingly hard, and her breasts’ newfound heft and sway weren’t helping with that at all. Flushing, Mika bit her lip and tried to remember if they’d always been so sensitive. She’s pretty sure she’d never gotten turned on just by running before, but here she is with that familiar heat welling up between her legs.
In a vain attempt to keep everything under control long enough to get Zita back home, Mika folded her arms over her chest. Unfortunately, the shift in pressure was all it took for her hasty patch-job to give way with an abrupt snap, her breasts bouncing free of their confines, now large enough to strain against her previously loose sweater.
Mika, Breast Expansion/Lactation (part 1/2, probably)
It didn’t seem like anything all that important when one day Mika’s bra started to seem tighter than usual. She’d been eating much better recently, after all, thanks to the combined efforts of Sasha, Eddie, Zita, and even little Zephyr themself. It was only natural that she’d finally start regaining all that weight she’d lost during her years in Jigoku, so she’d just taken it as a sign that she was really starting to recover and gone about her business.
A few days later, when the clasp of her bra stubbornly refused to close no matter how much she pulled was she actually started to worry. Before she’d always been able to fasten it as tight as possible without any problems, but now the hooks just wouldn’t reach even the closest set of loops, and trying just made the fabric of the cups dig into her skin. There was only so much that weight gain could account for in such a short period of time, and her stomach was still too flat and thighs still to bony to match her new bust size. She frowned to herself, trying to figure out what could be wrong before a loud bark from the door caught her attention.
Weird or not, there wasn’t a whole lot Mika could do about it other than fashion a makeshift extension out of spare cloth and thread. Zita needed walking and she wasn’t going to wait around for Mika to fret over silly two-leg things like clothes, after all, so she threw on her loosest sweater and hoped no one would notice. It was an unseasonably chilly day anyway, so no one would question it even if she didn’t make a habit of dressing in baggy things to begin with, she reassured herself.
The morning was nice enough to make Mika forget about her predicament for a good while, despite the cold and the straps that seemed to dig into her shoulders more and more with each passing minute, but as luck would have it Zita was having a particularly energetic day and as they were heading home a wayward elk happened to wander just too near for her to resist. Barking ecstatically, Zita took off after the elk which, predictably, turned tail to run and the chase was on.
“Zita, no. Come back!” But Zita was more interested in her quarry than anything else, and all Mika could do was follow after them to keep an eye on her. Walking with Zita every day had been good for her leg and Mika was able to keep up a sort of loping run, but it didn’t take long for a completely unrelated issue to arise. Between the cold and the strained fabric of her bra, her nipples are achingly hard, and her breasts’ newfound heft and sway weren’t helping with that at all. Flushing, Mika bit her lip and tried to remember if they’d always been so sensitive. She’s pretty sure she’d never gotten turned on just by running before, but here she is with that familiar heat welling up between her legs.
In a vain attempt to keep everything under control long enough to get Zita back home, Mika folded her arms over her chest. Unfortunately, the shift in pressure was all it took for her hasty patch-job to give way with an abrupt snap, her breasts bouncing free of their confines, now large enough to strain against her previously loose sweater.