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Unread 01-13-2019   #12
clovis
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Re: Long Lost Story

Olive had learned it best to carry her shower shoes as their tell-tale flip-flopping sounded surprisingly loud in the otherwise abandoned hall. Bare-footed, she proceeded gingerly with petite little steps. But no matter how slight her stride or poised her walk, nothing could stop Olive’s mighty chest from bouncing and wiggling, shaking, quaking, and shuddering about.

Thankfully, for all its tectonic splendor, her bosom did so quietly. In her head, Olive couldn’t help but imagine those tumultuous movements as fully orchestrated with cartoonish tubas and bass drums. She found herself stifling a giggle, for the thought filled her with such silly glee.

The door to the bathroom was of a more accommodating width, and every time Olive passed through its spaciousness, she couldn’t help but pause to gage the distance she had left to span.

Once certain she had the facility all to herself, Olive bypassed the sinks and toilets and headed around to the showers. Skipping the standard options, she went instead to what were known as the “senior” stalls due to their more generous dimensions.

Everything being routine, Olive swiftly had her toiletries arranged, towel hung, and clothes both old and new laid out. This left only one final task. To remove her bra, Olive first squatted down and let most of its weight transfer across her thighs. She loved the feeling of those massive cups spilling over the sides of her legs and on down to her knees. By design, the huge brassiere revealed very little flesh, but what cleavage there was bulged up nearly to Olive’s chin in this position. As she undid the many clasps, Olive gave one more look and listen to make absolutely certain she was alone.

With the unlatching of the final clasp it was as if the weight of the world had left Olive’s shoulders.

In truth, it was the weight of two.

Olive stared at the two jiggling orbs still nestled in their respective cups, no longer held to her body. Each false mammary was bigger than her own head, and far-far bigger than her own breasts. Olive’s eyes lingered on the fraud that filled her lap before she grabbed the straps and took the one action she could never manage quietly.

“Hrrrrmmmmph!”

Olive’s slender arms trembled feebly as it took every bit of her strength to haul that great load up and onto a hook. That hook, meant only for a towel or robe, strained from the weight as did the wall of the stall which bowed noticeably.

Before stepping into the shower, Olive paused. Reaching out, she ran her hands affectionately across the generous swells of her creation. Cupping the cups, she felt the satisfying weight that engulfed her palms. An audible sigh escaped her and Olive closed the curtain and began a long and much needed hot shower.

Aside from lathering and rinsing, it was Olive’s sore shoulders and aching back that were given the most attention. Massaging away her pains, Olive nearly dozed off as she was lulled by the calm and quiet.

While the water remained steamy hot, a chill suddenly shot through Olive’s body as she heard the sound of the bathroom door being swung open.


Last edited by clovis; 03-29-2020 at 06:48 AM. Reason: Minor edits
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