The Training Bra

The Training Bra

by DDDave

12/18/98

Effie was the last one off the plane. She had spent the entire trip sulking. Actually, she had spent the last two years or more sulking. But things just continued to go from bad to worse. And the bottom never seemed to be in sight.

Ever since her Mom had been killed by a drunk driver Effie's life had been a slippery slope, she felt. Her Dad didn't understand her. Her sisters teased her. Her friends — well, she didn't have many.

And now she was shipped half way across the country to spend her least favorite holiday with an Aunt she barely remembered meeting at her Mom's funeral. Her Mom's younger sister was a blurred memory of subtle perfume, murmured condolences, and a big soft hug. Nothing more. Dad had said the break would be good for her. She didn't really care, she told herself. Christmas was no fun anyway. Might as well spend it with her Aunt in Philadelphia as with her despicable sisters at home.

As she emerged from the gangway from the airplane Effie was swept up in a vast, soft furry hug and whirled away by a chattering woman who Effie took to be her Aunt. The baggage was collected by a uniformed chauffeur and within minutes of deplaning Effie found herself bundled into the soft leather embrace of a vintage English limousine.

The ride into Philadelphia was short and her Aunt never stopped chattering about the plans she had made and how much Effie looked like her mother. Which had to be a crock. She didn't look at all like her mom. Her mom had been an extremely pretty, extravagantly buxom woman, who didn't mind wearing a tight sweater or even a bikini! Effie might have inherited her mom's face but not her voluptuous figure. To her great and continuing chagrin.

Her younger sister sported a solid pair of almost D-cups at age fourteen and her eighteen year old older sister was referred to in awed tones as "The Body" or even "La Bust" by the guys at school. Effie had stolen a peek at her older sister's latest bra. She had been mortified to see that the contraption sported a Double-G tag! And neither sister was shy about flaunting their curves in front of Effie. Any time she had a male friend over, especially if it was one of those rare times when she was about to go on a date she could be sure that both of her sisters would prance thru the room wearing some obscenely tight sweater or low cut blouse or some other revealing outfit and try to capture the attention of her friend. And it always worked! Boys were so easy! Her sisters would show them a flash of cleavage and they went into mammary overload and were lost to Effie for good!

After a whirlwind tour of the huge townhouse that was her Aunt's home Effie pleaded exhaustion and retreated to the bedroom that her Aunt had show her to collapse into bed.

The next morning a discreet knock at the door awakened Effie. She had slept deeply and with no bad dreams to mar her slumber. The attached bathroom was as luxurious as the rest of the mansion, with gold plated fixtures, an antique looking mirror and basin but matched with a marvelous state of the art shower with massage jets. There were complete selections of bath oils, soaps, shampoos and other toiletries which Effie used extravagantly.

Feeling a new person she wandered downstairs following the wonderful aromas of sausages cooking, muffins baking and eggs frying. Standing at the professional range Effie's Aunt seemed right at home.

Wearing an apron over a white blouse and jeans she seemed far from the elegant lady who had met Effie at the airport.

"Hope you slept well, Dear! Take a seat, this is almost ready."

"Fine," replied Effie as she slipped into a chair. Almost at once a plate piled high with food was deposited in front of her.

"I hope you don't mind. I gave the servants off for the holidays. It's just you and me here now. I must admit I love to cook but don't have much time for it anymore. Well, tuck in!"

Another matching plate was set opposite her and her Aunt hung up the apron on the back of the door before joining Effie at the table.

Much of Effie's appetite was lost when she got a good look at her Aunt as she sashayed to the table. Her jeans were skin tight and clung to a pair of strong thighs and supple hips before diving in to a nipped in waist. The sands in her hour glass figure were still mostly in the top half of the glass though. Her men's white shirt struggled to contain two basketballs of flesh. They shimmied and quivered despite the heavy duty bra she wore.

"Damn," muttered Effie. "Its every woman in the family but me!"

"What was that, Dear?"

"Nuttin," she said, returning her attention to the food in front of her.

Despite herself, Effie found she was warming to her Aunt as the day went on. They went shopping at Strawbridges. All the sales people seemed to know her Aunt and greeted her by name. Her Aunt was wearing the same fur coat that she had worn the night before and her extravagant figure was not nearly as noticeable as a result. In the course of a few hours they spent a fair amount of money — all of it her Aunt's — at her insistence.

"Nonsense!" she stated when Effie had started to object. "I have more money than I need thanks to good investment advice. And I have no one to spend it on. I enjoy shopping with you. Now, what do you think of this color?" That had been the end of the discussion of money.

They had a lovely lunch, did some sightseeing and returned home late in the afternoon where once again her Aunt busied herself in the kitchen while Effie poked around in the three story house.

Assuming that the bell was a call for dinner Effie returned to the kitchen to find an elegant but simple dinner had been prepared.

Declaring it an 'occasion' her Aunt opened a bottle of wine which they shared over the meal while chatting about this and that. After dinner they took another bottle of wine and retired to the den where they settled down and watched "Friends" on the wide screen TV.

Half-way thru the second bottle of wine Effie began to realize that she was a bit more than tipsy. Her jealousy, never too far below the surface, erupted once more when her Aunt chose to stretch extravagantly as she got up to poke at the logs burning in the fireplace.

The sight of those massively huge globes of breast flesh perched atop an hourglass figure accented by her Aunt's girlish waist just seemed too unfair to Effie.

And as her Aunt returned to her seat from the fireplace she discovered her newly favorite niece in tears!

"Dear, whatever is wrong?"

"It's me. I hate this. Everyone else in the family is so big and I'm so small and its not fair," she wailed, the tears really welling up now. "I wish I had a nice figure like everyone else! I'd give anything—" Her sobs overwhelmed her.

"Now, now. It's all right." Her Aunt consoled her, drawing her into a hug. "Everything will be fine, you'll see. Tell me all about it."

Being pulled against her Aunt's massive bosom served to pitch Effie into greater misery. Crying uncontrollably she gasped out her story; her sisters' voluptuousness, her jealousy of her sisters, her lack of curves, her sense of inadequacy, how all the boys were more interested in her sisters than her, how jealous she was of well built girls in school, how unfair it was that everyone in her family but her had big boobs!

By the time Effie finished she was curled up next to her Aunt, her head pillowed upon the gentle rise and fall of her Aunt's capacious bosom. Her Aunt rocked her back and forth softly crooning reassurances to her.

"Now, dear, I want you to come with me."

Her Aunt paused to pluck a present from under the tree and guided the somewhat unsteady young girl upstairs. Together, they entered her Aunt's bedroom.

"Now you sit there on the bed while I change; your mascara ran all over my blouse. Oh, and you can open your first present, too! Your dad told me a little about how unhappy you have been since my sister died. And I kind of thought I knew why. So I bought you something special. Here."

She dropped the gaily wrapped present onto the bed next to Effie as she strode into the walk in closet and started rustling thru the clothes hanging inside.

Her fingers were trembling as she ripped open the package. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes! A training bra! What a cruel gift! She sat wrapped in her own misery clutching the small box to her stomach and quietly crying. All the frustrations of the past several years seemed to gang up on her.

"No dear, you must not cry. You will find that this is a wonderful gift. I got a similar gift when I was your age." Her Aunt was holding out a tissue to her.

Did her Aunt think she was stupid? She had emerged from the closet wrapped in a silk kimono that reached mid thigh and strained mightily to contain her incredible bust. The belt only emphasized how small her waist was. It was obvious to Effie that her Aunt was just taunting her like her sisters did so often.

"Here, dear, maybe this will help explain. This is my own private photo album!"

Plopped onto the bed was a large leather bound picture album.

Effie wiped her eyes and blew her nose as her Aunt opened up the album.

"This is your mother and I when I was about your age. She was so pretty. You have her eyes and cheekbones, you know. But your hair is ever so much prettier. Your mother started to dye her hair blonde when she was about fourteen. She had mousy brown hair, not your rich brown color."

The picture was a typical sister/sister pose with arms thrown 'round each others shoulders. Her mother was several inches taller than the other girl in the picture. And obviously much better endowed.

"This is you?" Effie asked, pointing to the second figure in the photo.

"Yes, I had just turned fifteen, I think. Skinny little runt, wasn't I?"

Indeed, the picture showed a young girl that was thin to the point of being emaciated!

"By the time she was 17 your mom had a 42 inch bust! She wore a Double E cup bra and every time I had a boyfriend over she would manage to flaunt herself in front of him! I hated her for that. She would just laugh and flounce away. She was always wearing tight sweaters and such!"

"B..b..but — " stammered Effie.

"These?" She gently clutched her vast bosom. "These came later. Here, look." She turned the pages of the album.

"Seventeen. Eighteen. Eighteen and a half and just starting college. Nineteen. Twenty. Graduation day." Each picture showed a more voluptuous girl than the last. In the graduation picture not even the voluminous graduation gown could hide her rich curves.

"This is my favorite picture," she said as she turned the page. "I had just turned twenty one and was home for the summer before my senior year. We hadn't seen each other since the end of Christmas vacation. I think she about had an attack!" She was chuckling as she pointed to the picture.

Effie recognized the spot. It was one of the local swimming holes where she and her family went often. Pictured were two young women. On the right was her mother wearing a two piece bathing suit which she filled to bursting. On the left was her Aunt. Looking nothing at all like she had in the first photo, this was a young woman who gave new meaning to the word "bosomy". Still almost as slender as she appeared in the first photo she was clad in a modest one piece bathing suit that was cut high on her slender hips. "She measured 43-26-38 and wore a 36-G bra. I was two inches shorter than her and measured an even 50-22-34. My bras had to be custom crafted because my chest measured only 28 inches. No one makes a 32-R brassiere!"

She smiled at the memory. "I never had another problem with her. But I never tried to steal any of her boyfriends either. By then I had so many to chose from that I didn't have to bother!"

"B..b..but how?"

"Well, the Christmas after that first photo was taken my maternal Aunt, your grandmother on your mom's side, gave me a training bra! Just like the one you're clutching right now."

"But a training bra...?" she started.

"Well, not a normal training bra. This one really does train your breasts. The more you wear it, the better a job it does. The more you wear it, the more it will have to train, if you get my drift." She chuckled again. "The first few years I had mine, I only took it off to wash it! I still wear it once in a while. Just to make sure I keep my figure! See?"

She untied the sash and dropped the kimono onto the bed.

"This is what a good training bra can do!" she declared. Hands on hips she swiveled from side to side so Effie could take it all in.

Effie gulped as she stared at the largest bra she could have ever imagined. As large as it was, it was incapable of entirely containing the humongous mounds of breasts that shivered lightly in front of her eyes. Pale white mounds of flesh rose above the cups of the bra, joining into a deep, long cleavage that stretched out seven or eight inches before diving into the bra where the cups were joined.

"My God!" she murmured in awe.

"This is the same training bra that I was given so many years ago!"

The outer edges of the bra cups seemed to sweep outward wider than her Aunt's hips, thought Effie in amazement! They eclipsed her Aunt's upper arms and came down halfway between her navel and her sternum.

"They look even larger when I take the bra off," her Aunt offered depreciatingly. "My gentlemen callers all like for me to let them undress me. I own a lot of lingerie, I can tell you!"

"Now. You try on yours!"

Effie pried open the end flap of the box and shook out the silk and satin contents. Holding it up by the shoulder straps she looked back and forth between it and what her Aunt was sporting. It was very similar in design except, of course, for the vastly different sizes.

"Go on ahead! Try it on! I want to see how it fits on you"

Shyly she pulled off her sweater and with her back turned to her Aunt, took off the tiny bra she was wearing. As usual she wore one more for looks than need.

As she pulled the shoulder straps of her new bra up over her arms and clasped the hook and eyes in the back she shivered at the touch of the cool material.

To her surprise the feeling of tingling coolness did not abate. Her nipples puckered up in response to the feelings coursing through her breasts.

"Feels good doesn't it?" smiled her Aunt. "The feeling never really goes away. You will find, I suspect, that your breasts will become more sensitive over time. After a few years I found that I was able to achieve an orgasm if my lover would pay sufficient attention to my bosom."

She laughed.

"And I can assure you, there are lots of men who love to pay attention to my bosom!"

Effie found herself laughing along with her.

Three weeks later it was a changed young woman who walked down the ramp and onto the airplane that was going to take her home. No more sulking, Effie now had a new outlook on life, due in large part to the pert C-Cup breasts that were limned by the skin-tight shirt she wore. She was still wearing the 'Training Bra' and she vowed that, like her Aunt, she would only take it off to wash it. She had worn it day and night since that wonderful day when she had received it.

As she settled into her first class seat she basked in the admiring gaze of the male flight attendant and recalled that special night with her Aunt.

At her request her Aunt had modeled many of the lovely bras, bustiers, merry widows, waist cinchers, corsets and swimming wear that she owned.

No matter what she wore her bust was buoyant, uplifted and firm. In fact when she did finally take off the last item her bust hardly settled at all. It remained firm and projected outward to an incredible degree despite being soft and extremely malleable.

As Effie had watched in amazed awe her Aunt had show her some of the 'tricks' that her many admirers most enjoyed. How she could, with difficulty, squeeze each breast up and back enough that she could suck her own nipples without bending her neck. How her monumental bust would shimmy and quake as she wiggled her shoulders. How by bending over, her breasts would elongate into incredibly vast teardrop shapes that slapped loudly against each other as she shimmied from side to side and how she could lift one out to the side and allow it to swing back, causing her breasts to bounce and carom off one another.

As she had said, her vast bust did in fact look even larger when unencumbered with any foundation garment. They separated slightly, with nipples pointing outward from each other. The vast cleavage seeming to be able to swallow large dictionaries. Each pear shaped globe of flesh swooped firmly outward from her armpit. The nipple perched yearningly on the upper slope just before the dramatic swoop back to where the breast rejoined her body just below the sternum. The gently pointed tits were so vast as to require that her Aunt reach around or over them to grasp objects in front of her. There was no noticeable sag, each seemed to hover in defiance of gravity, quivering in eagerness, shivering in anticipation of being caressed.

Giggling like school girls (which one of them admittedly was) they had measured each other and taken instant photos of each other so Effie could judge her ongoing development.

Her Aunt had measured an epically unbelievable 6424-36 which she ascribed to too much rich eating. Effie of course was no where nearly as well upholstered, being flat as a board, but she had seen a dramatic increase in just a few weeks and looked forward to even more growth over the ensuing months and years. And her Aunt's presents of gift certificates to Victoria's Secret, an instant camera and several measuring tapes (including one that was eight feet long!) would allow her not only to track her development but to clothe it as well!

Her Aunt's obvious enjoyment of her own bosom was evident and served to make Effie even more determined to take her own development to what ever lengths were possible. She pledged to herself that, unlike her Aunt, she would not end up just wearing her 'Training Bra' on a monthly basis to keep herself firm and uplifted, but would wear it even more often.

"I wonder just how large I might be able to become?" she thought to herself as she settled back in her seat, looking forward to the trip home and the exciting journey she was just starting.

End

Rate This Story At BEA!

See Existing Ratings

Overall Enjoyment

BE Description

Characters

Technical Quality