Keia was walking to meet Locke, her boyfriend of almost three years, for a picnic date. For some reason, she was nervous, asking herself questions about why today felt so different.
What makes today so special? Y'know, I wonder if he's... That one thought immediately stuck in her head the rest of her walk. Is... Is he gonna propose?
A rush of nervousness suddenly came upon her. Feeling a bit of tightness in her dress around her bosom, millions of new questions surged through her mind.
Is he? Are we ready for this? What if he asks then changes his mind? What if I change my mind? What if he just wakes up one day and hates me? What if I get sick and he leaves me? What if-
Her inner rambling stopped the moment she saw Locke, standing under a tree, a basket by his feet. Keia thought he looked incredibly handsome in the suit and tie he was wearing. He stood with such confidence and calmness, though internally he was more nervous than Keia. He greeted her as she began to walk up to him.
"Hi," he said.
"Hey," she said.
"So, I wanted to tell you... er... ask you... well... uh... both things... ugh," Locke said nervously. Keia couldn't help but giggle.
"Go ahead." Keia's mind began to race. She knew exactly what he was about to ask, and just wanted to blurt out her answer. She couldn't, though. She wanted to hear him.
Meanwhile, she noticed her dress was starting to feel even tighter around her chest, but she paid it no mind. Locke didn't notice her dress at the moment but focused on her eyes, which had started to tear a bit. He took a deep breath.
"Keia. I love your creative, quirky, and radiant personality. I love how your smile lights up a room. I love it when I can hold you in my arms, and I can't imagine my life without you in it. I don't ever want to." In that moment, all of those questions Keia had in her mind were either answered or disappeared. A few tears rolled down her eyes, and her heart pounded with excitement.
Locke knelt down on his knee.
"I love you Keia Gracewood, Will you mar-"
Ssshhrrriiiippp!
"YES!" Keia yelled out, not being able to hold it in any longer. Leaping towards her beloved, the front of her dress tore through, and her breasts surged to a humongous size. She landed on top Locke, ecstatic that the man she loved asked her to marry him.
Locke was equally happy that she had reciprocated his feelings. He admittedly didn't expect her to be this happy, though certainly didn't object to this reaction. Keia's face turned blush red, embarrassed that she and her bosom reacted so suddenly.
Locke looked into her eyes. "I love you, Keia Gracewood."
"I love you too, Locke Campbell."
The two shared a passionate kiss as the sun began to set behind them. An elderly couple looked onward and saw the young couple under the tree. The wife turned to her husband.
"Aww... Just like when you popped the question to me."
Tags: expansion, breast expansion
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Story by MLocke |
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Artwork by StudioArieta-Mei |
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