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Tara was at a Curvy Kat event at one of the clothing stores in town.
Going braless was becoming trendy even among plus-sized curvy girls, mostly thanks to Andrea’s endorsement on it.
Ironically, one of the biggest supporters of it within Curvy Kat was Lauren Smith--probably the last girl Tara wanted to see going around braless. The last time they had been together at a public event was the Food Festival, where the outrageously fat, gigantic teen was parading around obscenely with her tits and ass and all that fat wobbling around for all to see. She didn’t seem to care how badly her outfit looked on her…
But today they were promoting Curvy Kat’s new line that capitalized on the braless craze. They called it the Free line, which had tops and dresses with very thin pads built-in for the breasts that kept the nipples concealed while maintaining that free braless feeling.
So far it was going great, with a few Curvy Kat models and spokeswomen talking to customers about how easy it was to use, no need for fussing with nipple tape and such, while feeling great and looking great.
The Curvy Kat girls really did look great in them, the tops hugging their healthy bosoms well without any nipple visible but showing off a tasteful amount of cleavage. It gave the look of “this girl’s got an ample chest” without them being in-your-face.
But it wasn’t the regular models Tara was worried about.
She had begged Lauren to make sure she found clothes that fit. And please, PLEASE don’t go braless in a top, especially if it fit like last time at the Food Festival. Wear a dress at least.
Then, a message from Lauren:
“Found a dress that fits! One of my fans sent it. Perfect timing. I’m on my way!”
Tara felt a bit relieved. At least she found a dress.
“I’m near the venue, I’ll be there in a sec!” came the next message, just as the entire building began to shake.
Tara sighed. Lauren really needed to lose some weight. She knew that since the Food Festival, Lauren had been getting even bigger. Much, much bigger. Hey, at least she found a dress that fit…
*CRAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!*
Suddenly, the roof of the store was torn right off. Sunlight streamed into the store for only a brief moment, until a massive shadow fell over, taking the place of the old roof.
Tara looked up and gasped. She knew Lauren had gotten even fatter since the Food Festival, but not THIS fat!
Lauren was seated outside the store and peering into it like a dollhouse, her legs spread around its perimeter.
From the point of view of everyone inside, Lauren looked practically naked, her gigantic belly spilling over the walls of the store which were cracking under its weight. Resting over her overfed gut were her mammoth boobs, nipples out for all to see. Straining against them was some very torn, stretched-thin pink fabric that barely covered anything.
“Hey guys, sorry I’m late! But I’m so glad I made it to this event. Your girl is such a big supporter of Free” she giggled, smiling down at everyone in the store as they gawked up at her.
The other plus sized models, tastefully dressed in their own Free clothes, gazed up with shocked expressions at the obscenely fat teenager. They did their part in keeping their substantial curves nice and compact, put on tasteful display while kept under control. And here was Lauren, fat gut literally crushing the walls of the store as it spilled in, her giant tits pretty much fully exposed.
And she was still eating.
They watched as Lauren grabbed chunks that had broken off the actual building and proceed to stuff her face with it. After all, most things in Gingerbreadland were magically edible.
“I mean you girls know what I’m talking about right? Us plus sized girls sometimes have a hard time finding clothes that fit nice” she said through a mouthful of building, pushing aside some heaving side-boob just to see the other girls. Was she seriously comparing herself to them?
“I’m so happy that SOME brands show love to us chubby girls. Am I right?” she giggled, shoveling the rest of her handful into her mouth, just as the front wall collapsed. Lauren’s fat belly crashed into the store, crushing displays and filling up floor space.
“BUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!!!” went the monstrously obese teen as she rubbed her massive gut, her giant boobs still quaking from the impact as they bounced on top of it.
Earlier that day…
“Holy shit…” gasped one pedestrian, pointing his camera up as a massive shadow loomed overhead.
Lauren Smith took another step forward, the paved road cracking under her weight and the entire street shaking. Car alarms sounded and windows smashed from the quakes, fissures running up the sidewalks.
‘My fans were totally right as usual...this dress really DOES show off my curves so well’ she thought to herself, looking down at her “dress”, barely surviving as it stretched over her exposed breasts as they bulged against some nearby buildings. Never mind the fact that her belly and her entire ass and panties were showing for all to see.
‘I’ve gotten so many compliments about it since I left the house it’s crazy’ she smiled to herself, watching her own colossal and very much exposed jugs quake with her every earthshaking step. She could feel all her fat bouncing and wobbling, and she loved it. She felt so thick and voluptuous.
She looked over her view-blocking breasts to see folks gawking up at her, many with their phones out and recording, others waving and cheering--especially the men.
“Hi ya’ll! So you like my dress huh? My fans chose it online, I think they made the right call” she winked down at some especially enthusiastic guys. For extra effect she straightened her posture and stretched her fat arms up, making her colossal boobs thrust further forward, more of her dress’ fabric ripping.
“It’s a bit on the tight side, but no one seems to mind the extra weight I’ve put on” she giggled, this time bouncing in place and causing the entire street to shake again with her weight. All her bulging, exposed blubber wobbled heavily.
Her onlookers cheered even more.
Tara can’t possibly be angry with me this time. She did say I could only go braless if I wore a dress, and that’s exactly what I’ve done’ she thought, tugging at the tearing fabric of her “dress”. Reaching as far forward as she could, she gave one more attempt of tugging it over her exposed nipples, but it only caused the dress to rip even more.
Smiling and waving to her fans one last time, she continued on.
