rough-giantesses:A sneeze racked your body, and you wiped your nose, sniffling a bit. “These s
rough-giantesses:A sneeze racked your body, and you wiped your nose, sniffling a bit. “These stupid allergies,” you muttered, before glancing down and noticing your tank top beginning to tear, barely able to contain your G-cups. “Ugh, and of course I need to get new clothes. Can’t handle a little sneeze.”You grabbed your purse and climbed into your car, having to shift the seat backwards before driving off to the clothes store.As you parked in front of the clothes store, another sneeze burst forth, and you hit your head on the roof of the car. “Ouch, damnit,” you sighed as you climbed out of the car, glaring down at it as you rubbed your head, before heading into the store, mumbling under your breath in frustration as the tank top tore more, before your bra popped off, and you let out a gasp for air. “I so much as breathe and this thing tears more.” You grabbed a few XL tops and some new J-cup bras to fit you, before ducking into the changing room.The dust tickled your nose, and you sneezed again, the tank top practically flying off you as you took a deep breath, blinking questioningly at the too-small bras you’d bought.“Oh my god, why did I buy these?” you asked yourself as you hung them up, hefting your tits and wondering why you had to grow so big. It was so hard to find clothes that fit a 7 foot tall woman with boobs the size of her head. “Why do they never make- ACHOO” a sneeze interrupted your rhetorical question, and you sniffled a bit before continuing. “Why do they never make Q cup bras?” You groaned, wondering why you’d gotten such small clothes that would never fit you, before tugging on an XL sweater that became a too-tight crop top on your figure, before wrapping another around your waist to cover at least most of your butt and your pussy. Then you headed out to confront the manager.Their eyeballs practically exploded out of their head as they saw you, and you snorted. Maybe there were a few benefits to being 8 feet tall. “I dunno about you, but when I’m shopping for clothes, I like to find stuff that fits,” you said archly, before you felt another sneeze coming on. “Ah-ah- ACHOO!”The shaking from your sneeze freed your tits from the way too tight sweater, and they bounced with joy as you struggled to wrap your hands around them to cover your nipples.“What the fuck!?” the manager exclaimed, stumbling back. “Did you just- did you just grow!?”“What?” you asked, peering over your boobs to give him a look. “No, you can’t just make up that I grew to hide the fact that you have no clothes that fit me. I guess I’ll have to take my business elsewhere.” You turned, feeling the manager’s gaze on your donkey, which struggled to fit through the door as you crawled through it.“Stupid clothes, stupid doors, why don’t you fit me anymore?” you asked no one in particular as you squeezed your way out, then looked down at your car, groaning. Squeezing into it was always a pain, and you didn’t particularly feel like suffering through that right now. You checked your phone for any nearby plus-size clothes stores. Maybe they’d have something that’d fit your U-cups.You walked down the street, getting more and more angry with all the stares you were getting. This wouldn’t be happening if that stupid tank top of yours had just fit and didn’t just decide to tear off today.And of course, it wasn’t easy to balance with tits this large, especially when you couldn’t find a bra that fit, letting them bounce around with every step.An alleyway looked like a decent shortcut, so you dashed in, but the dust tickled your nose, and another sneeze racked your body, and you tumbled to the ground, landing square on top of a hobo, your Z-cups threatening to smother him.“Oops, I’m so sorry,” you apologized as you climbed off of him, hurrying out of the alleyway onto the other side, swaying a bit from the not-inconsiderable weight of your boobs.But finally, you reached the plus-size store, and knelt down to knock on the door, since apparently they didn’t have a plus-sized door that would let you fit inside. Typical.An employee came out, and gaped at you. “C'mon, I’m only 9 feet tall,” you huffed. “Could you measure me and see if any of your bras would fit me?”“Y-yeah,” she stammered, before going inside and coming out with the tape measure.“Thank you.” You raised your arms as you sat on the ground, watching the employee struggle to get it all around you.“You’re uh- 48Z, I don’t think we have any-” the employee started walking in front of you, before she was interrupted by you sneezing.“C'mon, don’t shove your face in my booze,” you complained, pulling her out. “Perv. Anyways, that doesn’t seem right, could you re-measure? Please?”The employee stared for a moment, before she shook her head no, hurrying inside. “Geez, some people,” you huffed, climbing to your feet. “Just refusing to help a customer just because I’m twice your height.” 10 feet wasn’t that tall, was it? “I guess I should have known they wouldn’t have bras for people on their second trip around the alphabet. Now where the hell did I get that tank top that fit me until this morning?” -- source link