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Soft Reflections
🕑 Added 2018-05-20 20:05:57 +0000 UTC Thanks to :iconAstral0laze: https://astral0blaze.deviantart.com/ for writing this story to go along with the picture and thanks to :iconmysteriesvortex: for some helpful brainstorming.Krystal paced her bedroom, and constantly glanced between herself in the full length mirror and the unopened package on the bed. The white wolf’s eyes almost glowed in contrast to her white coated body, and they constantly glanced at her reflection and then to the floor. It was embarrassing- shameful even- to have let her body get so large. At the end of her arm she held tight to a stuffed polar bear, and her grip was both anxiously tight and lovingly gentle as she paced back and forth.
The wolf’s breasts had gotten to the point of being outright enormous, and her flabby gut flowed over her waistline to give her a pudgy set of love handles. Krystal’s thighs had thickened to the point a thigh gap was an absolute joke to think of, and her face had softened to the degree she could feel her chubby cheeks whenever she laid her head in her hands.
Quite frankly, Krystal was fat, and it had been weighing on her for some time. With a deep sigh, she stepped towards the bed and sat her fat-swollen rear down. With gentle love she guided her polar bear plush to her lap, and stroked it as she looked towards the package. Basic brown shipping box, but wrapped up with a bow and with hints of velvet lining peeking out of the box.
Glancing between herself and her little plushie she thought of her childhood, and how her overweight polar bear nanny had treated her with such exceptional kindness. Like Krystal she had been fat, and it was something the woman had never let get in the way of things. Then again, however, she hadn’t gained weight as long as Krystal had known her, She had, and considering how quick she had- what if she didn’t stop gaining?
Krystal sighed; did she even have the strength to be like her nanny was? Every time someone looked at her she felt like she was being judged, and every time she thought she was being judged she thought the judgement was harsh. She had gone from being curvy to just being… heavy. Krystal knew what boys liked, but this was a bit beyond that. Well, probably about 120 pounds beyond that, she figured.
Such thinking reminded Krystal of her last sizing. Her recent weight gain had gone unnoticed for months and her outfits had been able to contain it, but after tearing a bra open she had realized just how far she had gone. Something that was made ever more embarrassing by the normally professional seamstress looking like she had been staring in the face of God, and her meekly informing Krystal they would have to send the order to a specialist. It was a sudden and stark reminder of how far she had let things go.
The wolf was worried once again. Krystal had been excited for weeks to finally receive her custom designed and fitted bra, but what if it didn’t fit? What if she put it on, and found it was too small? Had she kept gaining weight after she had made the order? What if it didn’t look good on her?
Anxiously, she pulled the box forward and kept one hand on her bear as she pushed it out of her lap to make way for the box. Krystal noticed, with some embarrassment, that her lap was thick enough to comfortably fit the sizable box and still have room to spare. Her thighs were a damn table at this point.
Krystal could hold herself back no longer, and her softened arm reached out to gently undue the string. Her heart sped in her chest, and anxious excitement brewed inside her combined with incessant worries. When the string fell away from the box and she opened it, her eyes almost sparkled as she beheld the bra.
It was absolutely beautiful. The material was a red silken fabric with a beautiful design pattern that was evocative of plants on the lower half, somewhat like vines, and a fainter outline of butterflies and flowers on the upper half. Krystal’s hand moved off her bear for the first time since she had sat down so she could lift it out of the box, and she raised it up so she could behold it properly. Her breasts had, after all, gotten in the way with it in her lap.
It was then the moment of judgment, and after taking a final look over it Krystal took a deep breath, and moved the bra under her heavy breasts. They were, indeed, rather sizable- sticking out over a foot from her chest and weighing more than 25 pounds each.
This is why she needed such a bra, and worries flooded her mind. Once again, what if she got bigger? What if her girls were too heavy for it? What if it just didn’t look right, or dug into her back to support their weight? All of these questions washed through her mind like water over a beach, eroding her confidence.
It was difficult to get it on, as one might imagine considering her size. Each of Krystal’s breasts weighed at least 20 pounds and formed a huge soft balloon of luscious fat. As such it was rather difficult to get the bra on properly as her fat kept overflowing it, and her arms quickly tired from all the work slapping around those massive mammaries was. The chubby wolf began to huff, and puff as the difficulty added up. It was almost a workout in itself as she wiggled her upper body, slapped her hands to herself, and thrust her chest in and out to try and properly get her chest melons into that soft velvety container.
Eventually, after a good five minutes of awkward and somewhat pleasurable woman-handling of her girls, Krystal finally had it fitted on properly. It fit well, and for the first time in literally months She felt proper support and confinement for her breasts. It gave her a sliver of confidence, at the very least it fit- but would it survive a day out?
With a deep breath, Krystal thrust out her chest to test the waters, and released her breath with a happy sigh to feel that the bra was properly supporting her weighty pair of boobs. Soon enough she flung out her feet and thrust herself out to stand, using the weight of her enormous front as a lever to move herself off the bed.
Krystal eyes looked to the mirror, and her hands gently explored the soft velvet of the bra as it contained and supported her breasts. Glancing down at them, and then up at herself, she realized for the first time in far too long that she looked… beautiful.
With one hand on her right breast, and the other under her left breast and somewhat hefting it, Krystal thought to the past when her eyes spotted her plushie polar bear through the mirror. She thought to the past, and how her gentle motherly nanny had always been beautiful when she had been growing up. Krystal had looked up to that woman in many ways, and the way she carried her overweight body and presented herself had always made her think she was a beacon of feminine beauty- so how had she let herself think that being overweight was bad? It almost seemed silly now, and she realized that without really thinking about it- she had grown into exactly the woman she had hoped she would years and years ago.
This moment was perfect, everything she could have hoped for and more. Krystal’s new bra supported her exceptionally oversized curves in a way that made her not look fat, but just exceptionally feminine, well endowed, and just maybe: sexy. Krystal almost felt like a tear was in her eye, and she even thrust herself out to the maximum extent to really show off her stuff.
The busty wolf almost tumbled forward following that, which just left her blushing and giggling. The anxiety she felt earlier was gone, replaced by a new confidence in her body and a love of herself.
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Its not related to the WG drive though honestly is more the kind of story I would like it to be, I hope you enjoy the picture and story ^^
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She's so big and beautiful I wouldn't change a thing a about her
