Jump into the Deep End (Revisioned) #3 (Patreon)

I realized that I never really showed off her belly before? In the old version it was pretty much flat, but man... its hard to NOT add a cute tummy. It pairs up super well with her thighs as well.

Not that it will make many appearances...

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Millie made sure to close the door behind her, threw up her immensely inadequate jacket on the coat rack, before immediately going down the hall to her bedroom. Going through the doorframe required some finesse as she lost the ability to walk through standard-sized ones a month or two ago. Not without scraping against the wood and running the risk of leakage. After all she had been through today, she did not want to bother with that.

Once she had cleared the narrow space, Millie sat down on the bed and proceeded to undress.  First up were the buttons on her flannel shirt. She managed just fine with the first two, but the others were out of range. So she did the only thing she could do at that size, pull the shirt over her head and shimmy the cloth over her bust. It had seen better days, discoloration and stretching were all but the norm for the tops Millie wore.

She felt the weight of her bust flow over her thighs as she undid the many clasps of her bra. Heavy indentations of the fabric was visible on her back, sensitive to the touch. Her hands reached for the shoulder straps and let them fall off around her arms. Once loose, she firmly gripped the back side and tugged it upwards. It did little to move her breasts, but she was making some progress. And on a day like that, that was good enough for her. Her tugging continued and grew more intense as her patience ran out. Finally they were loose, and her breasts settled partially on the bed.

Next up were her jeans, which was either completely impossible or manageable, depending on the day of the week but most importantly her position. She scooted further back onto the bed before throwing her legs onto the length of the bed. Or at least, as far as she could before hitting one of her breasts. The motion caused her breasts to reposition on the bed, forcing Millie’s torso down to the ground. Almost there…

She unzipped her jeans and managed to slip some fabric down her legs with tiny steps. The denim was tightly wrapped around her full thighs, which made it all the more difficult. Swapping her arms between over her breasts and under them. The latter left with little room for her hands to work with, but she managed. After gaining enough leeway, she wiggled her hips and was able to tug the jeans down to her knees with her hand. With motions like a mermaid, she wormed the denim off of her legs. Millie carelessly let it slide off of the very end of the bed. With all but her underwear stripped, she took another long, deep sigh. Finally she was able to get some peace of mind.

Yet… she couldn’t relax. While her body certainly had the day off, her mind wasn’t quite finished processing with what had transpired. As she expected, she didn’t have to return to the Barista job anymore. Or in other words, she was fired. After a dozen times, it didn’t sting as much as it used to. But it certainly did a number on her confidence, if her body wasn’t the issue, her behavior inevitably would ruin it. Or the reverse would happen, mainly occurring during job applications. She would be a great fit for the role, but upon seeing her physique they instantly sung a different tune.

To Millie, it felt as if someone had put a curse on her. One that kept knocking her back down every time she got close to a high point. But she knew it was dangerous to think like that, her best friend kept reminding her of that. She just has to keep trying, trying harder to overcome her challenges. Unfortunately two of them were directly strapped to her chest.

She snapped out of her train of thought upon hearing her phone buzz. She thanked the auto-mode on her brain for putting it on her night-stand and reached over for it. One quick glance at the messages and her mood turned even more sour. It was her ‘dates’.

It was important for Millie to include the quotations, as it really did not feel like proper relationships to her. Being a woman of insane proportions, she had more than a flock of men lining up. That actuality is something she still quite enjoyed. What bothered her the most though, is that most men were more interested in her breasts than the person they were attached to. A claim they had sex with the most well-endowed woman on the planet. Well… probably.

It wasn’t all bad though. The increased libido caused by the very same phenomenon that is causing her breasts to continuously grow, made those times quite pleasurable enough. Another benefit is that some of the men like to treat her well, it is how she got the money for a custom-made bra after all. She was initially vehemently against it, but eventually realized that she had little choice if she wanted to stay afloat. A stable job would give her more of a choice in that matter, but sadly that was not the case yet.

Millie reached for her phone again, 19:33. She decided to take a shower and think about which of the men she fancied most today.