I look at my bosom, to the obvious swelling of my pendulous breasts thatmove up and down with my breathing, at this clear proof of my newfemininity, t... this two humps of fat and glands that bother me andvibrate when every movement of my arms, those fleshy humps which nolonger permit me to sleep on my stomach and which obliges me to wear aharness, a so called bra, probably for the rest of my life.Despite the thickness of the fabric of my nightdress, I can clearly seethe contours of my new thick. Youre really supposed to be using the waistband for this, but I dont bother correcting you, to tell the truth, honey, I kind of like the feel of your little fists bunched up against my thighs. Im in no position to criticize you for the leakage on your own little panties either, because as my underoos slide down in your hands, a small strand of my seed stretches between the tip of my underlings swollen head and the front of my discarded briefs before reluctantly giving way. Tiny as the spot on. We walked and got in the back of the line. The girls were looking up at it tremulously. I was watching as we got closer, they took fourteen people at a time. We had eight, so I found some more GSSers and got them with us.Eventually we got there, letting some people from behind go ahead to keep our group together.Our group was being fitted into the chairs. Kitten had her boobs squished together and poke out a little, but she didn’t mind. The guy putting her in it asked, “Are you all right .... Alice glanced into the mirror at the front of the room. There was quite a jumble of bodies to look through, but finally she spotted him. God, is he gorgeous. His face flushed, sweaty, breathing hard, his brown hair tousled. Yeah, I'd like to see him like that, Alice thought, except on top of me, not some stationary bike.Alice pushed hard for the duration of the workout - gotta burn off all the subway cookies I've been eating, she thought to herself. And then, finally, the hard driving music.