Jiggle All The Way

This story was originally written for the

Literotica Winter Holidays Story Contest

in December 2024.

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The mirror didn't lie. Neither did the subtle red marks on her back. With each passing day, the clasp got a little harder to close as well.

It wasn't long before Chloe realized it wasn't her underwear that had suddenly gotten smaller. Rather, it was her who was steadily growing

bigger.

"My, this is quite a surprise," her mom said, watching the girl's struggle to make the ends of her bra meet. "A late spurt, it would seem..."

Chloe's mother wasn't extraordinarily well-endowed, though she did sport an ample pair of round, lovely breasts. They got fuller after childbirth and remained so over the years, keeping a firm shape and still riding high even in her forties. Part of it was certainly due to the few pounds she had gained, which luckily seemed to have spread in a way that flattered rather than burdened her mature, womanly physique.

Her daughter, though? No, she wasn't chubby in the slightest. She was an athletic girl, running track and competing on the high school swim team; it gave her a decidedly lithe figure with a lot of sleek muscle tone. It was honestly surprising that with all the exercise she developed even the bust size she had carried previously, which, right after her eighteenth birthday, seemed to settle on a very respectable B-cup.

Not anymore, her mom thought with a wry smile. Yup, the girl was definitely growing again, her body deciding that for whatever reason it needed to cap off puberty by adding some more weight to her boobs.

"What am I going to do, Mom?" she asked dramatically, the clasp finally latched in place. "I'm like, spilling all over now. Look!"

She twirled around and faced her mother, practically shoving the tightly packed globes in the woman's face. Mom's eyes went wider and she gave out a light chuckle. She could clearly see how the her daughter's expanding bosom was indeed fighting the frilly white garment, as its material was stretched taut over the girl's growing bust.

"Well, we can obviously go and get you a few larger bras," she said, a smile curling the corners of her mouth. "But if I were you, I wouldn't throw the old ones just yet. Trust me, now that your lovelies are all bunched up like this, many more boys will start to notice..."

"Mom!" Chloe cried, a rosy blush coloring her cheeks. "I d-don't need this kind of attention, and definitely not in my senior year! I've barely got time as it is, what with all the classes, training, college exam prep..."

Her mom kept smiling as she gently grabbed the girl's shoulders. "Honey, it wouldn't hurt if you took it easy every once in a while," she said, letting out a soft sigh. "Listen, I know you're looking up to your brother, but me and Dad are already very,

very

proud of you! You know that, do you?"

"Yes, Mom, I know," said Chloe, taking a deep breath which put the focus back on the precarious state of her cleavage. "But either way, this"--she pointed at it--"is getting pretty uncomfortable, and school starts next week, so..."

"Alright, we will go shopping tomorrow. We'll get you fitted into some new bras, and maybe add a swimsuit or two for those last few weeks of summer," her mom promised, then added with the same playful smirk, "unless of course you are fine with wearing your old ones and perhaps showing a bit more skin, huh?"

"MOM!"

The older woman responded with a giggle, then pulled Chloe into a motherly hug. She noted there was definitely more soft flesh between them now. It made her hum wistfully, as she mused how her little Clo was really growing up now. She didn't mind it when the teenager wiggled impatiently, extricating herself from the embrace and politely asking her to leave.

When the door to her bedroom close, Chloe let out a sigh of relief. But she was still rather bemused, as she again turned to the mirror and hefted the curiously inflating spheres on her chest. Boys, huh? -- she thought. Yeah, they sure did notice her. Too bad that none of them were even remotely interesting to the cute strawberry blonde.

Yet there was someone else whom she couldn't easily ignore. Even though she tried, deep down she knew that sooner or later she'd have to do something about him. Whatever it would be, the good news was that she got a good few months to think it through.

After all, Lucas wasn't coming home again until Christmas.

***

A shiver ran through Chloe's body, as the nipping chill seeped through her turtleneck sweater and leggings. It was supposed to be a quick jaunt through the parking lot but the encroaching winter made it thoroughly unpleasant. She breathed out and watched the small puff of moisture dissolve in the humid air. She thought about running back to Ashley's car, to grab that jacket she told her would only be a burden once they were inside the packed shopping mall.

"You wouldn't be so cold if you put some meat on these bones," teased the shorter, decidedly more curvy brunette, dressed in a similar fashion yet seemingly unbothered by the low temperature. "And I mean in a few different places, not just in your chest!"

"Ha, ha," Chloe replied sarcastically. "Yes, you did notice correctly,

again,

that my boobs are kinda big now. That doesn't mean I gotta put on more weight elsewhere, you know? I'd have to lose it anyway come spring, because my track trainer is a hard-ass and he'd have a fit if --"

"Right, right, I know," Ashley stopped her, flashing a wry smile. "You cannot ruin your perfect figure... Gee, aren't we a bit touchy today?"

The blonde sighed. "Sorry, Ash, it's just a little exhausting. Ever since these things popped out"--she vaguely motioned below her neck--"I've been dealing with, uh, a lot of different comments. It's a bit much sometimes..."

"Oh, I can totally imagine," the other girl said sympathetically. "I mean, I'm not exactly small there myself, and I constantly catch guys who apparently cannot look me straight in the face. It's funny, in a way..."

"It's annoying."

"Well, is it really?" the brunette asked with a smirk, to which her friend responded with a raised eyebrow. "See, Clo, that's why I don't get you sometimes. Yes, I'm with Hayden now, but you know what I do when I notice a cute hunk who's looking at me? I smile, and wink, and maybe even flirt a little, because it's all harmless fun and there's nothing wrong with that. But you? You got

all

the attention now, and you aren't taking advantage! What's the matter? I know for a fact you aren't gay, so --"

"Shut it, Ash," Chloe interrupted her, visibly irritated. "I'm not going to talk about it now, okay?"

Ashley gave an exaggerated shrug. "Alright, suit yourself. I'm still your friend, though, always have and always will be, so don't expect me to stop bugging you anytime soon!"

Chloe let out a heavy sigh, choosing not to comment on Ashley's dogged persistence. She could be a pain in the ass sometimes, especially with her feisty and vivacious presence that could downright annoy the more reserved blonde. In the end, though, this pale, dark-haired, slightly plump but very curvaceous girl had indeed been Chloe's best friend since childhood, so she had long since learned to overlook these minor foibles.

"Okay, here we go," Ashley said, as they stepped on the sidewalk right before the entrance to the mall. "I hope you didn't forget what kinda gifts you're getting for your folks?"

"It's all in here," Chloe replied, brandishing her phone from which she read out loud, "A leather belt and a tie for Dad; a brooch for Mom that'd match the shawl I know he's getting her; and for you, my dear Ashley..."

She snorted a laugh. "Yeah, right! Like we aren't going to buy those gifts separately, eh?... Come on, let's hurry up before everything's gone!"

They walked into the foyer, immediately hitting the seasonal bustle with all its noise and crowds. It was about two weeks before Christmas and the stores were predictably overrun by anxious shoppers. Chloe and Ashley would brave this chaos over the next two hours, ticking off many items from their respective lists, as they hauled around increasingly more numerous and heavier bags.

Eventually, they decided to take a break and sit down in a cozy coffee shop. A table had just freed up in the corner and they seized upon it immediately, dropping their bags with deep sighs of relief before queuing up at the barista. A few minutes later they returned, along with two peppermint mochas, one small slice of cake for Ashley, and much wider smiles on both their faces.

"Guess what, I think I'm almost done," said the brunette, taking a bite and scrolling through her phone. "There doesn't seem to be any toy store here, so I'll have to go somewhere else to find that action figure for my little brother. So now it's just the lingerie store, to get something that Hayden will enjoy taking off of me... Hmm, what do you think? Should I go for a dark or light set? And what style? There are so many choices!"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Yeah, let's just say that

these

problems you'll be solving yourself," she said pointedly. "I don't wanna set foot in any place with underwear for, like, the next five years."

"Ah, yes, I 'member," Ashley said, letting out a furtive giggle. "You were always complaining how you had to take measurements for a new bra, again."

"Yup, basically every month," Chloe said with a sigh. "I got quite a collection now."

The other girl pondered something for a moment, before an impish grin curled her glossy dark lips. "Well, sure, but do you have enough bras of the

sexy

kind?"

"Huh...?"

"Oh, you know," she teased her friend further. "One day, you might grow up and decide that boys don't actually have cooties. And when that happens, you'll be glad to have something from Victoria's Secret to make a guy's jaw drop!"

The blonde sighed into her cup. "This again?"

"Yes, bestie, this again," Ashley said, giving her an almost solemn nod. Her demeanor changed quite suddenly, and she looked at her friend with concern in her eyes. "Tell me, what's going on? You didn't go out with anyone for like -- geez, I don't even know how long! Gotta be months now, since you broke up with Tyler... I'm starting to get a little worried here, you know?"

"It's nothing," Chloe replied instantly.

"Okay," Ashley took a little more time to add, "but is it also

no one?"

"...What do you mean?"

"I'm thinking you're ignoring all the guys who are trying to pick you up because you already have someone," she said, her facial expression turning more playful. "A secret crush, maybe?"

Chloe gasped, avoiding her friend's gaze while her cheeks took on a suspicious shade of pink. She was frantically trying to come up with some kind of excuse or deflection. But Ashley was much too perceptive, and knew Chloe all too well not to notice she was clearly trying to hide something.

"Not at all," she eventually whispered.

"Oh, come on! You're not going to fool

me."

Defeated, she gave a heavy sigh of resignation. Squinting her eyes and practically piercing Ashley with a sharp gaze, she spoke in a quiet but crystal clear voice, "You will

not

say anything about this -- to anyone."

The jovial brunette smiled in response. "Sure thing, bestie!"

"No," Chloe said firmly. "I

mean

it. Not a peep, Ash! Ever. This is not a joke. No one can ever know about it."

"Okay," her friend said, in a bit more serious tone. "I promise I won't tell anyone. But hey, you know this already, don't you? I never spilled your secrets, and you always kept mine. This is why we've been stuck with each other, B.F.F.'s forever!"

Chloe sighed again. "Yes, I know. I'm very sorry but this... this is different."

"Sheesh! Boys!" Ashley threw out, rolling her eyes but nevertheless keeping a rather serious demeanor. "They're fun, but also such a pain in the ass sometimes. But anyway, you were saying...?"

"It's Luke."

She blinked, then furrowed her brow for a brief moment as her mouth opened slightly.

"Luke? Huh..." She let out a mild scoff, cocking her head and tapping her chin pensively. "Ah, well, that's... interesting. Wouldn't be my first choice to be sure, but I guess I can see how you could find him cute...? But he definitely needs to do something with that hair! Oh, and you should also tell him that he wouldn't look like a freakishly tall beanpole if he went to the gym every once in a while... Not that I wouldn't hang out with you if you dated him, of course, but it's just, you know, a friendly advice from --"

"Ashley!" the other girl cut in, staring at her friend in total confusion. "What on Earth are you talking about!?"

"Hmm?" She regarded her with similar bemusement. "Your crush? Obviously?"

"But I said Luke!"

"Yeah, you did," Ashley said with an indifferent shrug. "Luke Crenshaw, that nerdy guy you'd sometimes get paired with in the chemistry class. Like I said, he isn't exactly the worst pick, especially if you're into tall --"

"What? No!" Chloe protested. "I meant Luke

Peterson."

For several long seconds a suspicious silence lay at their table, though largely inconsequential in the overall din of the bustling coffee shop. There hadn't been any movement between the two young women, save for an inaudible pop of one of the countless tiny air bubbles that lingered on the surface of Ashley's warm latte.

But then it finally clicked, and in a flash she understood what her friend was saying.

"Your BROTHER?!"

A few eyes turned towards them, but those people quickly returned to their own conversations or staring numbly at their phones.

"Yes," Chloe said quietly.

"Wow... Is this, like, for real? I mean, I don't usually mention it but when I was little I totally had a crush on my dad, and I was for sure going to marry him one day, but that was just normal childish stuff..."

The taller teenager shook her head decisively. "That's not it, Ash. This is for real," she said with a sigh. "I... I really want him..."

Another moment passed, filled with just the noise of holiday shoppers around them. Ashley was unusually quiet, mulling over the stunning revelation, her brightly pale face twitching slightly as she let out a few puzzling hums. Then, as she looked at her friend and saw her crimson cheeks burning with embarrassment, a wry smile crooked her pouty lips and she chuckled.

"You know, maybe it shouldn't be surprising," she mused. "That other Luke is nothing impressive but yours"--she licked her lips, grinning--"mmm, yes, he is totally yummy! A real man, that's for sure... How much older than us is he, by the way?"

"Four years," Chloe answered, eyeing her friend suspiciously, "and you don't have to remind me, you know? That one day in summer, when I invited you over and we were lounging by the pool... You were practically drooling when you saw Lucas come out for a swim!"

"Oh yeah, I do remember," Ashley admitted with a grin. "How could I forget that handsome face, that bright smile and the deep voice, and those nice firm muscles... And I also remember how you rolled your eyes at me when I watched him get ready to jump in the pool! But now you want all of that for yourself, huh?"

Although it seemed implausible, the blonde's cheeks somehow got even redder. "I didn't want to admit it then," she confessed, sighing yet again. "The truth was that I've been thinking of him for weeks at this point. Pretty much since he came home from college. Something just clicked when I saw him, like I suddenly forgot he's my brother. Fuck, even when I say it, I still can't stop wondering how it'd feel to, uh, you know..."

"Was blind but now I see," Ashley jokingly chanted, her grin fading when Chloe shot her an exasperated glare. "Alright, fine, I get it: this is serious. I won't mention

Sweet Home Alabama

either. Still, in the interest of full disclosure, I do have to mention that it is generally frowned upon to, you know," she lowered her voice and chin, "have sex with your brother."

"As if I didn't know," Chloe said bitterly, sighing for the umpteenth time. "Look, I'm not so dumb to think that it could actually happen. But he's coming home in a few days, and I'll have to somehow survive his presence through Christmas and probably New Year. I don't know if I can do that..." She looked her friend in the eye and smiled weakly. "Well, at least you know everything now, huh? When I start to feel like I can't stand it anymore and have to jump his bones, I can always call you, and you'll tell me how incredibly stupid that would be!"

Ashley snorted a laugh out of pure reflex, but quickly caught on to the fact that her friend was genuinely troubled. She realized she had no salient advice to give, or even a witty retort which could dissolve the palpable tension that hung so heavily in the air right now.

But she knew, instinctively, that Chloe needed her support and understanding. She reached across the table and wrapped fingers around her palm, rubbing it gently and giving her a reassuring smile. Eventually Chloe would smile back, and nothing would be spoken by either of them for a quite while.

Because words weren't necessary. In this brief moment, the two girls were saying everything that needed to be said.

"Hmm, come to think of it..."

And that was until Ashley stumbled upon a rather unorthodox idea.

"Of what?"

"Well," she said, biting her lip as she leaned closer, "I only said that it was

generally

frowned upon. But who would actually care what other people say, right? What really matters is what you think, Clo, and of course Lucas..."

Her friend blinked. "Huh?... Ash, are you saying that I should, like, um," she stumbled for words, "I mean, should I... ask him?"

Ashley snorted another laugh, and this time she felt perfectly justified. "No, silly! What I'm saying is that if you really want him, then you should let him know in like, a womanly way," she said, licking her lips for emphasis. "Not directly, no. But subtly. Seductively. Sensuously..." She twirled a strand of hair around her finger and winked slyly. "You know, bestie, in

this

way... You must get him to really notice you, so that he starts seeing you not as a sister but as the super hot chick that you are!"

Chloe stared at her friend, mildly shocked at her suggestion. "You really think I can do that?"

"Sure you can," Ashley said, glancing meaningfully below her friend's neck, "especially with these!"

"Luke isn't like that!" gasped the busty blonde, only to be met with an exaggerated eye-roll. "Okay, I guess he is a man after all..."

"Precisely. It's all about highlighting your best assets. So, are you sure you don't wanna drop by Victoria's Secret?"

It was finally Chloe who let out a hearty chuckle, grabbing her cup and drinking up what little coffee it still had. Ashley did the same, and before long they were off to make one last stop on their Christmas shopping spree.

***

"Damn, Ash," she said to the supremely endowed girl, clad in only a skimpy set of red lace lingerie, "I can't believe you actually made me do it!"

The girl shot Chloe an impish smile. Her hands went to the massive, perfectly round spheres that crowded the boldly cut push-up bra and threatened to spill out of its meager confines. She dug into their flesh and moaned, feeling the silky material tease her rapidly hardening nipples. Even in the bra these magnificent globes had a noticeable weight to them, as she lifted the two cantaloupes and let them loose with a precarious but very sexy jiggle.

"Mmm," Chloe purred, watching her gorgeous reflection in the bedroom mirror. "Maybe those things aren't so bad after all? If Lucas likes them... God, I hope he does!"