Sally cupped her breasts and frowned. There was no way she was going to win this costume contest this way. She'd always been fairly proud of her C-Cup, but the rest of the ladies in the contest were sporting chests just this side of impossible. If she was going to win, she was going to have to step up her game.
She tugged at the tight latex of her suit. It was snug--she was dressed as a superheroine, so of course it was snug--but rubber did have plenty of stretch. All she really needed to do was find a little something to fill her suit out a little better...
Her eyes drifted to the young lady in front of her in line. The challenger's boobs were only about the same size as Sally's but she was considerably shorter and more petite otherwise, which made her chest proportionately more impressive. A head of her, a second girl with a much taller, much narrower build represented less of a threat to Sally's physique, but if she guessed properly actually weighed about the same as the stacked shorty between them. A thought came to mind.
Sally glanced around. They were back stage, all nervously watching as the MC called the girls on one at a time to go before the judges. Sally herself was the last on line, the two girls ahead were second and third to last respectively. If she was subtle about this... and didn't make any sudden moves...
She carefully lowered the zipper in the front of her suit, revealing the thick, sleek cups of her bra. It was a rather expensive purchase, but necessary as the organizers of these contests preferred not to cross the line into full pornography, and thus there was a strict moratorium on nipples. The bra tightly packed her chest--robbing it of a bit of size, but also nicely streamlined the shape and skillfully thinned toward the edges to avoid showing a seam.
Sally shivered a bit as the fresh air hit the sweat-slicked skin that had been getting progressively more overheated in the latex bodysuit. That and the sound of it peeling open and squeaking against itself drew the attention of the petite girl. She saw Sally's state of undress and sneered a bit, then opened her mouth for a no-doubt snide comment. Sally didn't give her the chance. With one hand firmly behind her head and the other hooking the strap of her bra, she pulled the girl forward and stretched out the bra. A quick little shove pressed the smaller girl's face against the soft, moist flesh of her jigging breast. Then she let the bra snap tight, mashing her face harder into the flesh and completely silencing her.
As the petite girl struggled, Sally used both hands to clutch at her body and squeeze it up, tucking more and more of it into the bra cup. The smaller girl's body compacted under her grip. It was an odd trick she'd found she could do back in junior high when a guy had gotten a little too handsy in the car. In shoving him away, she accidentally crammed his head into the glove compartment of his car, followed by the rest of him. Since then she'd used the technique now and then, but she tried to avoid abusing it. Now probably would have easily counted as an abuse, if she was honest, but... oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
She gathered up the petite girl, handful by handful, and tucked her up into the cup of the bra. It swelled incrementally larger, but by the time she was packing the struggling girl's but inside, she may have been reaching the limits of her abilities. Each time a wad of flesh turned rubbery in her grip and squished into the bra, a finger or an elbow or some other extremity would pop out the other side. It was like trying to re-pack one of those spring snakes that jumps out of the peanut brittle cans, always threating to bounce back to shape.
Finally she finished cramming the would-be rival entirely into the left cup of her bra. Compressing a hundred or so pounds of snide brat had added easily two cup sizes. Two strugging, lumpy cup sizes, but she could deal with that later.
She stepped up behind the remaining girl, who had remained fixated on the stage and hadn't noticed the first step of the augmentation. Excellent. Since getting the first girl into her bra had been so tricky, Sally decided a different tactic was in order. She raised one hand over the taller girl's head, lowered the other below her thin behind, and clapped them together as swiftly as she could.
The woman collapsed in her grip like she was a poorly inflated blow up doll, her entire torso wadding up nicely between Sally's hands. With a quick, vigorous motion, she rolled her hands together and watched as the flailing arms and legs wound slowly inward. From the sound of the muffled moans, this process was rather pleasant for the woman. That was nice, maybe she'd have less of an attitude to deal with when she let them out later.
She continued to roll and squish until she had a softball-sized wriggling lump of warm lady-flesh in her tightly clasped hands. Easing her other bra cup up with her thumb, she deftly slipped the wad into the up and quickly snapped it back in place.
Sally zipped up her suit and surveyed the results. She'd easily slid up past D in the cup size range, but it didn't quite look right. Even with the special bra evening things out, there were still telltale curves and squirming bumps that indicated something fishy was going on.
"Easy girls. No hard feelings. A girl's gotta do what it takes to win, right?" she said, running her hands forcefully over her breasts to round off the shapes and smooth out the lumps.
It wasn't working as well as she'd hoped, and the line was moving rather swiftly. In a bit of a panic, she forced the wriggling shapes down harder and harder, squeezing and massaging her own chest until she felt an odd, rippling sensation first in one boob, then in the other. It was accompained by a quite squeal from the respective "implants", then a plump bounce of her boob. When she took her hands away, she found the shape had finally rounded into a nicely formed bosom. An award winning bosom, if she was lucky. And just in time, too. She was due on stage next.
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"Thank you, thank you," Sally said, finally slipping away from the stage and the many publicity photos being taken after her win.
She found her way to the bathroom and addressed her chest.
"Okay, ladies. Good news! You helped me win the grand prize. $4,000 and a trip to Comic Con next year. Not bad, right?" She slowly unzipped her suit and waved a bit of fresh air inside. "I'm willing to give you each $500 for helping me win, and for your trouble. Not bad, right? No hard feelings?"
She braced herself, shut her eyes, and pulled up her bra. Nothing happened, except for a nice cool breeze against her chest. She raised an eyebrow. Normally people snapped back to shape and size startlingly. When her ex-boyfriend had finally popped out of the glove compartment it was like the airbag going off. This time there was now bounce, no spring. No yell or thump. Nothing.
Sally opened her eyes and looked down. There was nothing but her chest. Her much more impressive chest. Each magnificent, impeccably formed boob was bobbing perkily, no sign of either of the women. She cupped them, testing their smothery heft, and then noticed that she was wrong. There was evidence of the girls. Namely, a wisp of blonde hair was poking out of her right nipple, and the lace from a shoe dangled out the left nipple.
She ran the sensations through her head again. That ripple. That squeal. In retrospect, it did feel kind of stretchy at the time, and tender afterward.
"Okay..." she said. "You, uh..." She squeezed one boob and felt a subtle ripple of internal motion and the almost silent complaint of the unwilling occupant. "You sort of... slipped in through my nipples."
She bobbed her breasts again, then gave them an experimental swing. Finally, she shrugged.
"Oh well?" she said, poking at the hair and lace to slowly stuff them the rest of the way in. "I'm sure you'll come out eventually. For now, I've got an award's party to attend. At least now I know I don't have to worry about being retroactively disqualified if someone decides to test the merchandise..."