Gold Rush

I love new fashions as much as any girl, and it's always nice to get new, sexy outfits. I guess my only problem is finding outfits that fit me perfectly, especially when my little condition appears.

I had just bought a beautiful gold dress. It was stretchy and made up of lots of bands of tiny gold sequins. It was tight enough though to go braless in and low cut enough to show off the little bit of "normal" cleavage I had. My friend had invited me to an auction at a local art gallery and I wore the dress to the event.

The art gallery was full of people decked out in suits and fine dresses, sipping champagne, eating caviar and talking their art chat. I just enjoyed the art--the colors, the designs, the ideas expressed in the works.

"The golds are such a nice color," a female voice said behind me as I was sipping a glass of champagne and looking at a painting of a sunset. I glanced over my shoulder to see two older women looking at my gold dress. Their upturned noses told me that they were mocking me.

"I would look better in it. I could probably fill it out better than this young strumpet," the other woman said.

I gulped down my champagne and took a deep breath as I swallowed. I turned to the two snooty women and smiled. "I can fill this dress out nicely," I said with a slight look of anger.

Both women looked down at my chest and gasped as the front of it began to swell.

"That's what I hate about these art things," I snarled, my boobs swelling larger and larger in the gold dress. "Too many people who like to assume they are something, who show off when we are really hear to enjoy the art." The shiny gold material pushed out further and further and the revealed line of my cleavage became deeper and deeper as my breasts ballooned up bigger and bigger.

"If you could just get off your high horse and..." I put my hand to my right breast as it grew to an enormous size along with my other gaining boob. I felt suddenly dizzy and... aroused. "...and enjoy what art has to give."

The two women gasped again as my breasts bulged out further. The gold dress stretched with my gaining bust size. I smiled faintly running my hand over and over my right breast. My other hand slipped down beneath my dress as the material rode up trying to contain my ballooning bosoms.

"My word!" one of the woman gasped as she watched me start to moan.

I leaned against the wall, against the beautiful golden sunset painting. I closed my eyes blotting out the crowd and concentrated on myself and the sensations and my growing bust.

People had heard of being in love with art, but I don't think they ever saw the way I appreciated it until then. I loved art an awful lot.