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Lauren - Fashion 3

Tara got a message from Lauren that scared her.

“Omg I think I know what I’m wearing to the food fair!!” 

Attached was a video from a popular plus size model.

“...so how does it feel going braless? Well personally it feels great!” said Andrea. “It’s so liberating. It looks great too--tight fitting clothes that would have looked weird with a bra on are a lot smoother now, even for us bustier girls” continued the popular plus size model. “Everyone’s been saying how great it makes my boobs look too. Give it a try, girls!”

Oh god. Was Lauren seriously going to go braless? HER? Then the color really drained from her face with the follow-up message.

“Remember the crop top you made for me a while back? That would look great bra-less! And pair it with that cute mini-skirt too <3”

Tara did remember. She remembered seeing Lauren struggling to fit into those same items a couple of weeks ago. The crop top barely reached over her chest, even back then, and her bra cups were showing too. And since then, Lauren had only gotten bigger…

In a panic, Tara immediately called Lauren on video. Thankfully Lauren answered, her noticeably chubbier-cheeked, double-chinned face filling the video. 

“Laur! I don’t think those will fit you anymore” she said quickly, trying to stop her rogue model.

“They will I promise! I haven’t gotten THAT fat since then” giggled Laur dismissively, her double-chin extra obvious when she smiled.

Oh no. 

When Tara finally arrived at the food fair…

“Taraaaa~!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me” she gasped, the ground shaking as a massive shadow loomed over her.

Tara couldn’t believe it. Though Lauren was bad before, she had at least tried to keep herself contained. 

Now she was looking up at Lauren’s pretty much fully-exposed breasts. With no bra to even pretend to hold them, they bulged out so plump and fat before her, nipples out. She had indeed squeezed into the crop top that was now so small it was barely a strip of cloth stretched over the top of her breasts. Her giant tits sat heavily above her now even fatter belly, falling sideways a bit but looking impressively perky and full especially for their size, despite being unsupported.

“See Tara? I TOLD you the crop top still fits!” she said, and Tara watched the mountainous breasts above her quaking obscenely as they bounced atop her fat jiggling belly.

While Tara had just arrived, Lauren had come to the food fair earlier. She was happily tossing entire pastries into her mouth greedily, from massive take-out bags meant for family sized orders.

“It goes so well with that skirt too” she added through a mouthful of food, looking down at her own massive booty that stuck out behind her. 

Tara gasped again. Lauren’s “skirt” fared no better than the top--it was like a stirp of cloth riding up at the top of her butt, leaving almost her entire ass exposed and panties showing. Paired with her “top”, and braless, she might as well have been naked!

“That’s why you’re my favorite designer Tara! You always know how to highlight my curves” said the behemoth bimbo, turning at angles and admiring her own obscene, bulging body as she continued to shovel pastries into her mouth. Around her people were staring up and gawking in awe, taking pictures and videos, which Lauren welcomed. 

“R-right…” said Tara, feeling faint as she watched her model’s quaking fat, tits and ass jiggling lewdly for everyone. Of course, Tara had made it for a much smaller Lauren. It was barely an ‘outfit’ on her anymore. She might as well have been naked, as the top and skirt were more like accessories on her at this point.

“Laur...I don’t think you’re supposed to go braless with...errr...that kind of top.” 

“What do you mean? Didn’t you see the video I sent you? Andrea got it totally right. You know how when I wear to small bras, you can see my boobs bulging over the cups even through my shirts? Well...none of that now, see!” she said proudly, looking at her own fully exposed tits looming over her tiny stylist.

“Yes...it’s because your boobs are out in the open Laur” said Tara, face-palming. 

Lauren didn’t seem to hear it, as she began to dump the remaining scraps from her bag of pastries into her mouth piggishly. 

“Mmmm...yummy...oh, and you won’t believe how many complements I got while walking over here about how GREAT my boobs looked in this style!” 

Tara watched as Lauren shook the bag empty into her mouth, her fat arms wobbling and of course her massive boobs and belly quaking obscenely for all to see.

Of course they’d tell her that. There were more fat-loving folk in Gingerbreadland than fat-haters. And seeing this monstrously obese teen lumbering around with her tits, belly, and ass out was great for them.

“BUUUURRRRPPPPPPPPPP!!!!” went the gargantuan high-schooler, hands on the sides of her overfed belly, hidden under her own massive boobs.

“What to try next? Ohhhh this looks good...” she said, licking her lips as she looked over at the nearest booth which she could barely see past her own tits.

She gave her stylist a mischievous grin. “Hey Tara! Wanna see how well this top works? Watch this…”

The guy at the nearby booth was calling out “Free samples! Free samples here! Free--oh my.”

He gulped as a massive shadow fell over his booth, and one colossal breasts bulged over his booth’s sign, a large nipple right over his head, and an enormous belly wobbling before him.

“Hey cutie~ That stuff looks soooo good” cooed Lauren. “It looks soooo fattening too though. I probably shouldn’t have too much though, since it’s going to make my boobs get even BIGGER…” she teased. As if on cue, the posts holding up his booth sign--and now one of Lauren’s gigantic tits--began to crack under its weight.

“Y-you can have as much as you want, Lauren!” gulped the booth attendant, clearly a fan of hers. He feebly held up a tray of free samples, which Laurn took and dumped unceremoniously into her mouth at once.

Lauren turned to her stylist who was standing behind her, outside the shade of her monstrous ass.

“See? Works every time” winked Lauren through a mouthful of food, before licking the serving tray for any stray crumbs and sugar. 

She turned back to the guy, pouting. “Baby, I want moreeee~”

Just as her giant boob collapsed his sign, as all that boob-meat slapped heavily against her belly causing waves of wobbling.

He immediately began scrambling to open crates of his food after that.