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Annabelle's gown was an exquisite sight to behold, crafted from delicate tulle and lace, with a fitted bodice and ball gown skirt. It hugged every curve of Annabelle’s voluptuous frame like a glove, emphasizing her trim waist and ample breasts.

A few days before the wedding, Annabelle's body decided to further enhance her cantaloupe-sized breasts. Despite being 25, her body had started going through yet-another growth cycle. The night before her wedding, her breasts had nearly doubled in size. She found the seamstresses that originally fitted her dress and pleaded with them to do anything to make it fit. There was no chance that it was going to fit, but they had her try on the wedding dress to figure out exactly what would need to be done to make it fit. It still fit the rest of her body just fine, her breasts, however, were not going to fit into the cups. Annabelle and the seamstresses tried to lift up the dress and squish as much flesh as they could into the cups, but it was not happening.

Annabelle's face showed defeat. She had no idea how they could fix it and the seamstresses seemed to have no ideas.

Seeing the pain on your fiance's face hurt and so you put your brain to work to try to save the day. After a short bit, you had an idea - "What if you remove the panel behind the straps and open it up more?"

Annabelle's face lit up and she relayed to the seamstresses that they should try it if it could possibly work. They huddled together and discussed how they would go about this and keep it all looking perfect. In short order there was a flourish of scissors, seam rippers, and needles. Annabelle no longer looked defeated, but hopeful as they reworked the back to remove the panel.

The stitch-work was complete and they fitted in a much longer and wider replacement lace. The seamstresses were wise and remembered that the laces were going to be tight against her skin. Now was the test: with the new design, they pulled up the dress and found they could fit her breasts in... sure acres of cleavage and creamy flesh were on display, but it fit.

It took nearly all of Annabelle's constraint not to bounce up and down in excitement as they started to pull the laces in.

When they completed lacing it up, it fit beautifully. More flesh was on display to the world than most women had naked. Her breasts jiggled invitingly as Annabelle moved. A mile of creamy skin awaited your caress.

Annabelle spun around, her eyes alight with mischief. “There's as much in this dress as there is flowing out the top!” she teased.

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Description

Annabelle's gown was an exquisite sight to behold, crafted from delicate tulle and lace, with a fitted bodice and ball gown skirt. It hugged every curve of Annabelle’s voluptuous frame like a glove, emphasizing her trim waist and ample breasts.

A few days before the wedding, Annabelle's body decided to further enhance her cantaloupe-sized breasts. Despite being 25, her body had started going through yet-another growth cycle. The night before her wedding, her breasts had nearly doubled in size. She found the seamstresses that originally fitted her dress and pleaded with them to do anything to make it fit. There was no chance that it was going to fit, but they had her try on the wedding dress to figure out exactly what would need to be done to make it fit. It still fit the rest of her body just fine, her breasts, however, were not going to fit into the cups. Annabelle and the seamstresses tried to lift up the dress and squish as much flesh as they could into the cups, but it was not happening.

Annabelle's face showed defeat. She had no idea how they could fix it and the seamstresses seemed to have no ideas.

Seeing the pain on your fiance's face hurt and so you put your brain to work to try to save the day. After a short bit, you had an idea - "What if you remove the panel behind the straps and open it up more?"

Annabelle's face lit up and she relayed to the seamstresses that they should try it if it could possibly work. They huddled together and discussed how they would go about this and keep it all looking perfect. In short order there was a flourish of scissors, seam rippers, and needles. Annabelle no longer looked defeated, but hopeful as they reworked the back to remove the panel.

The stitch-work was complete and they fitted in a much longer and wider replacement lace. The seamstresses were wise and remembered that the laces were going to be tight against her skin. Now was the test: with the new design, they pulled up the dress and found they could fit her breasts in... sure acres of cleavage and creamy flesh were on display, but it fit.

It took nearly all of Annabelle's constraint not to bounce up and down in excitement as they started to pull the laces in.

When they completed lacing it up, it fit beautifully. More flesh was on display to the world than most women had naked. Her breasts jiggled invitingly as Annabelle moved. A mile of creamy skin awaited your caress.

Annabelle spun around, her eyes alight with mischief. “There's as much in this dress as there is flowing out the top!” she teased.

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