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Two Sizes Too Small - 8K
🕑 Added 2025-09-01 04:31:56 +0000 UTCUpdate: By special request, added a tanline-less version.
Upstairs in her bedroom, Peg gnashes her teeth as she tries to clasp her bra...knowing full well that it is many, many sizes too small. Undeterred, she grunts and groans, cursing under her breath at her reflection in the full-length mirror.
Peg: Oh, for gawds sake, Peg. Suck it in already.
One long exhale and -click- the clasps come together. The flush-faced housewife relaxes as she pulls in an inhale...and on the same token, feels the restriction around her chest as she does so. She can quite literally hear and feel the garment's fabric and stitching creaking and complaining as its stretched beyond capacity.
Peg scrunches her nose as she looks at her reflection. After two kids...and entirely too many ding-dongs and bonbons...all things considered, the years have been relatively kind to the middle-aged woman. The weight and breadth of her breasts bulge around every side of the undergarments' cups...and she still has the set's tiny g-string to contend with.
An extended game of tug-of-war later, and Peg again looks in the mirror. Where sexy, spindly straps used to ride atop her hip bones...they now practically cut into them, the thin straps disappearing entirely in the folds of her thighs. The patch of fabric that once covered the sum total of her labia now has them pooching out to either side. A turn and a look over her shoulder yields about what she'd expected...ass cheeks, and only a minute amount of fabric vanishing between them.
Down in the living room...a beer in hand and a bowl of pretzels in his lap...Pete lounges in front of the television, watching a rerun of Cheers. Just as Norm walks through the door and receives his usual greeting from the staff and bar patrons, Pete is startled by a loud -pop- from upstairs. The noise is followed by the sound of something ricocheting around in quick succession...and then a crash of shattering glass. Not quite a gunshot, but...
Pete: Sweetie!? Are you okay up there!?
Peg can only close her eyes and shake her head, her face turning a bright shade of anger and embarrassment. Rubbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger, she answers her husband.
Peg: I'm fine, dear. I broke the mirror...
The -now- topless woman lets out a long, exasperated sigh.
Peg: ...with my bra.
Original Art by Markkleanup
Commissioned and Colors by Phillipthe2
Comments
Danny
Thinking about the nude Roxanne pinup from February a year or two ago, would be hot to see her and Peg mash their big racks around one of the Goof Troop’s cocks
