T 'n A 2: Crossing Guarded

Tina hurried as much as she could down the extra-wide hallway leading to her bedroom, her knee-length breasts jostling back and forth against her legs as she rounded the corner. She went into her walk-in closet, grabbing the first dress and pair of pants she could reach on the shoulder-high shelves. She returned with the clothes, dropping the pants on her reclining bed and whipping the dress out like a tablecloth, the folds of the dark green dress floating down against her breasts. Tina found the neck of the outfit and gathered up the disproportionately small back side of the dress, slipping it over her head and letting the back fall before setting to work straightening out the front.

Tina had never been too pleased with the dresses she got, even though they were all custom-made to fit her. She'd had to get custom clothes since she was thirteen, when even the big & tall stores didn't have anything that would fit her incessantly expanding bosom. She had gotten out of the habit of bothering to design her clothes anymore; where once she took great pains trying to make something that would be flattering as well as fitting, after outgrowing a dozen such painstakingly-made dresses in two years she stopped trying to fight her biology and just got whatever would keep her decent for the longest amount of time.

She finally got all the folds of fabric to fall flat, the front hem of the dress hanging just above her ankles. confident the dress was fitted correctly, she began gathering bunches of the dress together by her hips, raising the hemline once again to just above her waist before sitting down on the bed next to her pants. She unfurled the garment, reaching over with her other hand and grabbing what looked like a belt with an odd hook-shaped buckle. Threading the hook through the rear belt loop on the pants, Tina dropped the trousers on the floor so that the legs were more or less stacked in a crumpled tube. Reaching over with her feet, Tina dragged the pants beneath her; the black denim disappearing beneath the horizon of her bosom. Still holding the other end of the hook-belt, Tina bounced on the bed a few times to gain momentum and then lurched to her feet, pulling the belt up behind her back. The pants pulled up her legs, Tina taking little half-steps
when she stood on the cuffs or otherwise impeded their ascent. Finally she pulled the pants high enough that she could grab the waistband with her other hand, and she began snugging them into position under her dress. Once they were safely secured on her bottom, she burrowed her arms under her breasts, fingers and hands snaking through the dark spaces between her torso and the underside of her breasts in search of the button on her pants. Tina buttoned the pants and then carefully zipped the zipper, denting the flesh away from the metal teeth with one hand while she zipped with the other.

Tina hurried back up the hallway, pausing at the door to slip her sandals on. While not the most supportive footwear, especially given the weight she put on them, Tina hadn't been able to tie her own shoes in over a decade. Tina pressed against the door, looking out the peep hole. The street seemed clear, as it usually was at this time of day; it was too late for business lunch, too early for school to let out. About the only threat of random passerby she had to worry about would be an impromptu grocery run. Tina opened the doors, pulling one open, bracing it with her breasts, and then opening the other one, the two doors together allowing enough space for her breasts to pass through. She took her first few cautious steps outside, the hedges lining her walkway providing only a limited view of the street. A few steps further, and she was able to look up and down the street, looking for any signs of activity. Not seeing any, but afraid to step out right as a
car turned in, Tina waited for a few moments, steeling herself for what to a normal person would be a quick walk.
"The longer I wait the more likely it is something's gonna happen..." Tina grumbled to herself, taking a deep breath before hurrying down her driveway and into the street. Tina had both arms buried in the sides of her breasts, both holding them together in an effort to reduce their sideways sway but also pushing them forward to give her legs less resistance against her steps. By the halfway point between their two doors, Tina was already puffing as she humped her enormous bosom across the street step by step. Her biceps ached with the amount of weight she was attempting to restrain, and the fear of being seen made her heart beat like a racehorse's.

Finally, she closed in on the door, a great thump echoing into the house as she ran breasts-first into the front of the house, smashing into her bosom before recoiling away a few steps. Tina leaned into the doors again, more gently this time, and knocked. Tina eased herself back from the door and looked over her shoulder, hands fidgeting behind her back. Just because she was facing away from the street didn't mean she was any less visible; her enormous bosom's girth was twice her own on either side of her; as her doctor had told her around her 17th birthday, she was literally more breast than woman.
"C'mon, c'mon..." Tina muttered, leaning in and knocking again. She reached for the doorbell by the door, having to get up on her tip-toes to reach it. The sound of a car passing behind her made a chill run across Tina's shoulderblades. She knocked again, more insistently this time, feeling the weight of urgency behind her knuckles. Thankfully, she noted as she looked over her shoulder, the car had approached from the side where Tina would be obscured by the woman's garage; hopefully they hadn't looked in her direction.
"Come on!" Tina pleaded. "Please, let me in!" She knocked again. "I-I'm as big as you!" She blurted out, The fear of being caught in the middle of the street on her way home coalescing into a wad behind her sternum. "Please!" She begged, pounding on the door again.
When the doors opened, Tina's newly uncompressed breasts surged ahead, causing her to stumble forward, making it only a few steps before the forward momentum of her breasts pulled her off her feet and sent her crashing to the ground, the doors swinging shut behind her. The girl who'd opened the door, for her part, had fled the tsunami of breastflesh, backpedaling until she'd lost balance herself, windmilling her arms but ultimately falling backwards into her own butt, sinking in until it looked like she was sitting in a large beanbag chair. For a moment, neither spoke, each shocked into silence by the enormity of the other's disproportions.

"...Wow, you *are* big," the other woman finally said as she and Tina looked at each other with stunned expressions.
Tina panted as she lay on her breasts, arms draped over the sides of them, her fingertips hovering more than a foot off the ground even so. She couldn't think of what to say, so glad to be indoors that she just focused on catching her breath and calming her heart.
"You're not... petite yourself," Tina gasped.
"When my therapist told me I should find people I can relate to, I'm not sure he meant this," The girl said, rolling forward on her rear until her feet were on the ground. "What is this, some sort of Periwinkle lane for the colossally deformed?"
"Periwinkle...?" Tina said, almost able to peak without panting.
"Yeah, where all the rich Hollywood midgets turned a street their size, like I had to do here," She said, gesturing at the door. "And I assume you do too, unless you're smuggling jell-o under that dress."
Tina swallowed and rocked back and forth on her breasts, rolling backwards off of them and onto her knees.
"...Nobody else in this neighborhood, I'm afraid," she said, getting into a squat, "at least no one who needs double doors." With a mighty grunt, Tina leaned back and was able to stand up, stumbling back a step before regaining her balance. "I'm afraid I'm the only other one around like... this," she finished, pausing a second before looking at the girl. "And speaking of... you are?"
"Ashley Goodspeed," She said as she leaned forward and hefted her enormous rear into the air once again, walking around to Tina's side so she could shake her hand. "You?"
"Tina," she said, taking Ashley's hand. "Tina Ironsides."
"Ironsides?" Ashley asked, laughing. "What kind of name is that?"
"An old one," Tina said, blushing.
"Well, let's not just hang out in the foyer all day," Ashley said, leading Tina into her living room. "I'm sure we've both got our share of stories to tell."