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Imagination 14
Large? They seemed to be huge! As I breathed, as much as I was able, in
and out, these two mountains rose up and then sank down again. If I moved
at all, they wobbled furiously like two pink jellies!
"And what do you think of your new additions, Frilly?"
Sister Sarah was standing at the side of my bed as usual, playing with
little Henry. He was having his usual morning attempt at a boner and
failing miserably as usual, assisted by her persistent handling.
I could see that today was going to be as bad as every other day, if not
worse. I'm hardly awake before I have to think of the answer that isn't
going to upset her and which is full enough that she won't have any
humiliating follow-up questions. Oh well, here goes!
"I haven't had a chance to look at them in detail yet, Sister Sara but
I'm sure I'll find them to be absolutely perfect and that they suit me
very well indeed."
"They aren't perfect, Frilly. They are only prosthetics and we would
rather that you had your own but rest assured that they are very firmly
attached and they are with you for as long as we feel you need them. Now
then, let's get you up and ready for your day."
So, off with the night corset and training slippers and into the bathroom
for my ablutions. I had to wear my mules for the trip as the constant use
of high heels during the day and the training slippers at night had
shortened my Achilles tendons so much that it was now quite natural to
only walk on my toes. It hurt to try and walk flat-footed.
I immediately found that I had trouble seeing my feet in any case as my
new attachments blocked my view as well as swinging wildly as I minced
along. Even brushing my teeth caused them to swing from side to side and
there was sufficient weight there to make me have to brace against their
movement. I just knew they were going to be a real nuisance as I went
about my day.
I minced back into the main room with these two attachments bouncing and
swinging in front of me.
"Now then, Frilly. You have two choices. You can either wear you current
girdle and enjoy all that movement you're getting or, alternatively, you
can wear an over-bust corset with the extra support and restriction it
will provide. Which would you like?"
If there was one thing for certain, it was that I was being 'invited' to
wear a full corset. I was absolutely certain already that I couldn't
stand being without some support. All that jiggling and swaying would be
terrible if it went on all day. I also knew I was going to be made to ask
for it!
"I think I shall need a full over-bust corset, please, Sister Sarah."
"Why?"
"Because I need to support them, Sister Sarah."
"Them? What are 'them', Frilly? What are you talking about, Frilly?
It always happens, doesn't it! What do I call them? Tits? Boobs? Breasts?
Yes, that's it!
"These breasts, Sister Sarah."
"What? My breasts? Your breasts? Whose breasts are you talking about?
Mine are properly supported, see?"
She hefted her enormous bosom which rose slightly before falling back
into position with no bounce or swaying. I already knew that her bra was
of the ultra-strong variety.
I shall have to admit to ownership, shan't I.
"My breasts, Sister Sarah."
"You need support for your breasts, do you, Frilly?"
"Yes, Sister Sarah."
"Very well. I will get you an over-bust corset to support your breasts,
Frilly. Do you think they will look nice in one?"
"I'm sure my breasts will look absolutely superb sitting in a corset,
Sister Sarah. Er, what do I use to support my breasts for today, please?"
"You will have to use your hands for today, Frilly. Lift them and cup
them in your hands when you are walking."
Oh Joy! Mincing around the room trying to apply all the lesson I have
been given while I support my breasts in cupped hands at the same time.
I was put into my usual girdle, shoes and stockings for the day and then
had to do my make-up before I was allowed to have my tiny breakfast.
Things were getting decidedly difficult what with my new shiny gym
knickers, the sloping seat and now these two mammoths on my chest which,
apart from their tendency towards perpetual motion, also upset my natural
balance as they had a considerable weight. I also had two blind spots I
had to get used to.
After breakfast it was back to walking practice, mincing round the room
but now having to support two large breasts as I did it. The critique
level rose as a result and little Henry and his two friends came in for
considerable abuse as a result.
"Not good enough, Frilly! Let go of your breasts, get your shoulders
properly back and for the time being, grip your bum cheeks with both
hands. I want that posture correct."
I cannot imagine any big-busted woman ever wanting to be without support!
To add to my trials. Mother walked in and stood studying me for a while.
"Stand still, Frilly."
She walked up to me and abused little Henry for several minutes without
speaking. I just had to stand there and take it, of course.
"Do you like your breasts, Frilly?"
Here we go again! Question and answer time and I could be sure that any
answer I gave would be either wrong or at least incomplete.
"Yes, Madam. They are very nice indeed and I like them a lot."
"Do you think they are large enough?"
"I think so, Madam."
Wrong!
"Really? Well they will do for starters, I suppose, but you will have a
somewhat larger bust in due time and, of course, as I'm sure Sister Sarah
has pointed out, these are only prosthetics and we do intend that you
should have a pair of your own in due time. You'll like that, won't you?"
Oh God, No! Hormones? Inserts? Both?
"Yes, Madam. I shall look forward to that."
"Good! Has Frilly got a supporting corset coming, Sarah?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"You'll enjoy that Frilly. Back to practice and make sure you keep your
thighs together. I don't want there to be any slacking."
Mince, mince, bounce, sway, bounce! This really is Hell, but I suppose
the lesson is that I will always have to wear breast support of some
sort. Somewhat bigger? Please, no!
After a small tea I was given a choice. Either more walking with no
breast support or I could sit on my chair for a while. Having been warned
about keeping my thighs together I decided on the chair despite the
increased angle and my new extra slippery knickers. I have to admit that
it is getting to the stage where I tend to automatically grip them
together at all times, sitting or standing and walking. A failure to do
so inevitably results in little Henry being severely abused.
Bed-time seemed to take an age coming round this time, but I was finally
allowed to prepare for bed. A change of corsets and my stilettos replaced
with training slippers, I could finally lie down for some sleep. The
first thing I discovered was that the only way I could get at all
comfortable was lying flat on my back. My breasts got badly in the way in
any other position.
When I woke next morning, little Henry was at it as usual, ably assisted
by Sister Sarah. The usual nasty grin was in place.
What now?
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