The Contest: Day 4

Day 4 of The Contest, in which Rose enjoys having big boobs, and we meet not one, but two (2) new characters.

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November 4th

Rose's boobs felt heavy.

This by itself wasn't all that surprising. They were heavy. It was just that they felt heavier than normal. Or, rather, she was far more aware of their weight than she normally was. There was no particular reason for it, except for maybe that she was horny. Not intolerably horny - she was still fully confident in her ability to win her little contest with Lilly - but it had been three days since she'd last had an orgasm.

She had a seat to herself on the bus, so she stared out the window as it made its way to campus. Every time it hit a bump, which was often, it made her bounce, and every bounce felt nice. She would start to let her mind wander, but then there would be a thump and her chest would jiggle, ever so slightly, and she would be reminded once again of how wonderfully heavy and soft they were, of how good it would feel to touch them, of how much she wanted to take them out and squeeze them, bounce them with her hands, suck on her own nipples...

Phew. Calm down, girl. As the bus approached its stop at the university campus she crossed her arms over her chest so that it would stop jiggling, and so she could focus on getting rid of the half-chub that had been developing between her legs. Ever since she'd started dating Lilly she found herself caring less and less about having a small bulge in her pants when she went out- she'd even stopped tucking, except for when she wanted to wear really tight leggings or skirts- but walking around campus half-hard was still a bit outside of her comfort zone.

She managed to get her downstairs situation under control just in time. By the time that the bus stopped she was still a little stiff, but it was soft enough that it wasn't really noticeable in her jeans. She hopped off the bus (bounce) and hefted her bag. It had an over-the-shoulder strap, which immediately settled right between her boobs as she walked. She checked the time on her phone. 8:29. She would be cutting things a little bit close, but she should still be able to make it to class on time.

As she walked to the university's Performing Arts Center, she started to work up a little bit of a sweat. It was warm, for a November morning. Warmer than she had expected it to be, in fact, so she stopped and took her hoodie off before walking the rest of the way. She would have to put it back on before she got to class. She had caught Professor Kleinhardt staring at her chest on more than one occasion, and she wasn't really a fan of that when it was her seventy-year-old thermodynamics instructor. On the other hand... When it was just passers-by on the campus sidewalks shooting glances at her gently bouncing cleavage, that she didn't mind too much. It made her feel sexy and feminine to know that so many people on the streets were attracted to her chest, and some of them were even girls! They were a little rarer, but every time she caught a girl staring enamored at her chest she would make eye contact and smile. Most of the time it didn't lead to anything, but it made her feel good.

She found the Costume Studio inside the PAC without too much trouble. The door was open, and as she stepped inside, she found herself surrounded on one side by sewing machines, reams of fabric, working tables, and entire wall of drawers full of feathers, sequins, ribbons, lace, and all manner of other sorts of costumey things. On the other side, there were two long racks which held dozens of costumes in a variety of styles and sizes. There was one other person here: a short, mousy girl who was working on what looked like a medieval peasant's tunic on one of the sewing machines.

"Hullo, Rose," she said. "Give me a moment to finish this up and I'll..." She looked up, stopping the machine. "Bloody hell, I swear your tits get bigger every time I see you."

Rose laughed. "It's nice to see you too, Aura. Yeah, they're still growing. It's only been, what, a month since we last saw each other, though? I've been gaining, like, maybe a cup size a year even after the Quake, so they can't be that much bigger."

"Actually, I think it's your bra. Is that a push-up?"

Rose looked down at her cleavage. "It wasn't labeled as one, but they are kind of out there, aren't they?"

"It's too small. I can see them bulging out of the cups under your top." She clicked her teeth and shook her head as she went back to her sewing. "Get me your measurements and I'll make you new ones, fifty dollars each, since you're a friend. That's cheaper than any storebought bras you'll find anywhere, with your band and cup size. Are you growing because of HRT, or are they your Gift?"

"Uh, neither." Rose set her bag down on one of the worktables. It made a clanking sound. "I didn't need HRT after the Quake."

"Yes, it seems like very few people do. Very convenient, that. No mucking about with pills and such."

"Yeah, and my Gift is just that I smell nice."

Aura sniffed the air. "That's not deodorant?"

"Nope. What's is smell like to you?"

"The beach. Driftwood and saltwater."

"Oh, that's a good one! I smell different to everyone, and it's always something you like. Lilly says I smell like maple syrup, and Mari says I smell like old books."

"Yes, that seems like very Mari smell." Aura cut the threads she was working on and held up her work. It wouldn't have been out of place on a Game of Thrones set. Aura was very good at what she did. "So you're not getting bigger as a result of magic or medicine. Those are just happening naturally?"

"Well, semi-naturally. Who knows what even counts as natural anymore? My hips also got a little bigger right after the Quake, and all of my hair below my eyebrows fell off and never grew back. I'm pretty sure that neither of those things would have happened without, you know." She gestured upward, towards the ceiling, but they both knew that she was referring to the Stranger.

"Indeed. I also experienced some rather significant changes on that day."

"Oh yeah?" Rose was curious. She hadn't known Aura all that long, but in that time she had never been particularly shy about sharing things about her body, especially with Rose. Still, she didn't want to straight up ask about something like that.

"Suffice to say, it completely negated my need for any sort of surgery. Which I'm thankful for, as it would have been expensive."

"Really," said Rose. "So, like... I've heard that for some folks, the Quake caused some pretty radical changes. It took care of everything... You know. Down there?"

"Yes." Aura was now sewing a set of buttons onto the front of the tunic as she talked. "Did it not for you?"

"Um... I haven't changed... down there, no. But I also sort of... Don't want to?"

Aura did something that Rose very rarely saw her do. She stopped working on her tunic entirely, looking up at her with an eyebrow raised.

Rose found herself blushing, something that she also very rarely did. "I mean, I kind of... Like it? Like, I can be a woman who has a dick. Plenty of women have dicks. And if I like having it, why should I get rid of it just because there's this societal expectation that girls are supposed to have vaginas and guys are supposed to have dicks? What I've got down there is my own damn business. Nobody gets to have an opinion on it except Lilly, and that's only because I choose to share my body with her."

Aura giggled. "Hey, more power to you! Personally, I don't see what there is to enjoy about it, but if you're happy with your body, I'm glad. I was ecstatic to be rid of the damn thing, though."

Rose sighed in relief. "Well, more power to you!" she said with a laugh. "I've, uh... Never actually told anyone that except for Lilly and a few others. Thanks for being cool about it."

"Nobody who isn't cool about it is worth being friends with," said Aura as she returned to her work. "Anyway! Have you brought our armor?"

"Oh! Yeah." Rose had nearly forgotten. She unzipped her bag, and from it, she removed her most recent project: a shining steel breastplate, fashioned in a sort of amalgamation of the many, many reference pictures that Aura had sent her.

Aura gasped. "Oh, it's beautiful!" She picked it up. "Oh, it's heavy, too!"

"It's steel," said Rose with a laugh. "Nice though, huh? I think it's the prettiest thing I've ever made."

"Functional, too." Aura set it down on the table and rapped it with her knuckles. "I bet this thing could stop a bullet."

"It could stop a sword, at least. So what do you think? Up to your costuming standards?"

"It exceeds them. Our Beowulf will be honored to wear this. Although..." She furrowed her brow.

"Although?"

"You... Did work off of the measurements that I sent you, didn't you? This looks a little small, considering who's going to be wearing it."

"Mm. That was an impressive bust measurement, but to make it any bigger I would have had to either make indentations for your Beowulf's chest, which are tacky and videogamey, or make the whole thing really big overall, which would make it look bulky, not as sleek and cool."

"I'm just worried that it might not fit her."

"Boobs squish. It's not that much smaller around the chest than the measurements you sent. It shouldn't even really be uncomfortable."

Aura looked unconvinced. "You may want to have her try it on before I start to paint and decorate it. They're rehearsing right now, in the theater right down the hall. If you want to take it down there you could probably have her do it right there."

"Mm. Alright." Aura had a better eye for measurements and fitting things than anyone that Rose knew, and her doubt was starting to rub off on her. "Shit, I hope I don't have to modify it. It's so cool looking!"

"I hope you don't have to either!" said Aura. "If you do, I'll do my best to make sure that you get paid for the extra work."

Rose waved a hand. "You gave me measurements. If it doesn't fit, that's on me." She packed the breastplate back into her bag. "You wanna come with me?"

Aura looked at her tunic. "I have to finish two more of these before I go to class today. Sorry."

"No problem. Who am I looking for?"

"Freja Torsen. She's tall and busty and blonde and Danish. And she has flowers growing in her hair. You can't miss her."

"Flowers, huh?"

Aura snorted. "Yes, flowers. That's not the part of the description that I thought you'd be interested in."

"I already know that she's busty, though," said Rose with a grin. "I'll be right back!"

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The theater was right down the hall, just as Aura had said. The moment Rose stepped inside, she was struck by a voice ringing out as loud and bright as a bell:

"Beowulf wæs breme- blaed wide sprang-
Scyldes eafera Scedelandum in."

The person speaking was tall and blonde and buxom. Rose couldn't tell if she was Danish (was that Danish that she was speaking?), but she did have flowers in her hair. They were blue and pink, and they seemed a little bit out-of-place given her clothing - a T-shirt and jeans. She looked like an elf out of a Tolkien novel, a Queen of the Forest, so the clothes were an odd clash. She was standing on the stage, projecting well enough that even at the back of the theater Rose heard her clearly. A dozen other people, probably the rest of the cast and crew, as well as a guy with a clipboard who Rose assumed was the stage director, were standing behind her on the stage in a half-circle, watching with looks of awe as she continued to recite whatever it was that she was reciting.

"Swa sceal geong guma gode gewyrcean
fromum feohgiftum on fæder bearne
þat hine on ylde eft gewunigen
wilgesiþas þonne wig cume."

Rose had no idea what she was saying, but she was certainly impressed by the way that she was saying it. Whatever this was, there was power and conviction in her words. Although it didn't sound like Danish, now that she was listening to it. Danish was sort of sing-songy, and the sounds were different. This language sounded more like German.

"Leode gelaesten: lofdaedum sceal... Um..." She started to falter, her voice growing less clear. "Sceal him ða Scyld gewat to ge-... Ge-something. Actually, I think I skipped a line or two." She turned to the rest of the cast. "I used to be able to do the first one-hundred and fifteen lines, but it has been a long time and I've forgotten a lot of it."

"Still!" said one of them, "that's impressive! And that's English?"

"That's what English was a thousand years ago, yes." The woman who could only have been Freja looked down at Rose, who was now standing right in front of the stage. "Hello! Are you here to watch us rehearse? I don't think we're supposed to allow people to watch, but I don't mind if the rest of my friends here don't." Now that she was speaking English, Rose could make out a distinct accent.

"Oh," said Rose. "Um, actually, I have a costume piece that I was hoping to get you to try on?" She opened her bag, revealing the breastplate, and Freja gasped in delight.

"You're our blacksmith!"

"I am! Rose Castillion. It's nice to meet you!"

"Freja Torsen! Enchanted." She actually curtsied. It was goofy, but also incredibly endearing. Rose found herself liking this girl immediately. She especially liked it when she sat on the edge of the stage and then hopped the rest of the way down; there was bouncing. The measurements Rose had received had been accurate. She was busty. Not nearly as big as Lilly, but she was pretty easily bigger than Rose herself.

"James!" said Freja. "Is it alright if I pop into the dressing room and try my costume on?"

The man with the clipboard frowned. "This isn't a dress rehearsal. Can you do it afterwards?"

"Oh, it will only take a minute! And besides, it wasn't as if we were staying on-track before."

He tapped his clipboard. "Alright, but make it fast, please."

"Excellent! Follow me," she said to Rose. She led her back behind the stage.

"So, you're from Denmark?" asked Rose. "You speak English really well. And Old English too, apparently?"

"I am, and thank you, and yes!" said Freja excitedly. "It's my passion, really, with theater coming in a close second. My undergraduate major is in Medieval History, and for my Master's Thesis I'm focusing on Old Norse. It's very close to Old English, which I have also studied."

"Nice, a fellow grad student! Although, you came all the way out to Missouri to study Old Norse? I would think that there would be better programs for that at universities in Denmark."

"Oh, I moved here for love, not for school," said Freja as she led her around a corner and through a door labeled 'Dressing Room - Women'. Rose had never been inside a dressing room before, but it looked much as she suspected it would: along one wall there was a rack of costumes of all shapes and sizes, and along the other there was a row of five mirrors, each with a chair and desk in front of them for applying makeup. A few of the desks had clutter on them - bottles of facepaint and spirit gum, somebody's purse, and a wig.

"Ah, so you're married?"

"Not at all. The divorce was settled last month."

"Oh," said Rose. "Oh, jeez. I'm sorry."

She laughed like Rose imagined a fairy would laugh, covering her mouth with one hand. "It's fine. I'm better off without him, and much happier! I will return to Denmark eventually, I'm sure, but I enjoy living in this town, so here I will stay, for the foreseeable future. But enough about me!" She clapped her hands together. "Let's see this armor you've made for me!"

"Oh, right!" Rose pulled it out from her bag. "Aura sent me your measurements, but we just wanted to make sure that I don't need to make any adjustments to it before she starts adding on details."

"It's gorgeous!" said Freja with a gasp as she stroked its edge. "You made this all yourself? From a lump of metal, with an anvil and everything?"

"Well, I started with sheet metal, but yes, an anvil was involved. I'm glad you like it!"

"I'll try it on! One moment."

She took her shirt off. Rose immediately started blushing. "Er. Um. Okay. I thought that you were just going to put it on over that, but alright."

"Oh, didn't Aura tell you? I'm going to be wearing this under the armor." She pulled a rather bulky leather tunic off of the costume rack. "So it needs to be able to fit over all of it."

"I, uh. I didn't know that, actually." She was still wearing a bra, but now that she was otherwise topless, Rose could see that Freja was rather heavyset. In addition to her big chest, she also had big hips, and soft, plump tummy. In other words, she was exactly Rose's type. She shifted her bag, reflexively, to hide her crotch. "It might be a bit of a tight fit, then."

"I hope that you won't have to make any changes to it! I would hate to give you extra work." Freja's voice was slightly muffled as she slipped into the tunic.

"It won't be a problem even if I do. You all are paying me really well for this, after all, so I want to give you my best!" It was much easier to focus now that Freja was covered again. She handed over the breastplate and showed her how to fasten the straps. "There's one above each of your shoulders, here, and two underneath each of your arms. Yeah, so you just tighten this one, and this one, and... Ah. Well, hmm..."

The breastplate fit her... around the waist. The bottom two straps fastened without much of a problem, but the front of the armor was hanging off of her at an angle, because...

"I think that my chest is too big," said Freja. She pressed it in, squishing her breasts into it, and the top straps came close enough to reach their fasteners on the back plate, but not close enough to actually fasten them.

"Your chest isn't too big, I just made it too small," said Rose. "Damn. Alright, I'm going to have to adjust it. I was hoping to keep that slim and sleek form to it, but, uh..." She stopped, realizing mid-sentence that she was sort of inadvertently calling Freja fat.

Luckily, she didn't seem to mind much. In fact, she laughed. "I have this problem all the time. Usually my clothes aren't made of metal, though. I imagine that it will be a bit harder to adjust than cloth."

"Well, it won't be too difficult. I won't have to remake the thing, anyway. I think if I can reshape the front plate a bit and make the straps longer, that should do it. When do you need this done, again?"

"The first showing of the play is on the 29th," said Freja as she undid the bottom straps and handed the breastplate back to Rose.

"Oh! Okay, that's plenty of time. I'll definitely have it fixed up for you by. By, uh..." She had taken her top off again. This girl was not shy about undressing around people, apparently. "By then. Before then, hopefully. I'll see if I can get it done this weekend, in fact."

"Oh, don't rush yourself! I'm sorry to make extra work for you." Freja hung the leather tunic back up on the costume rack, but then she didn't move to put her T-shirt back on. Instead, she cupped her shapely breasts in her hands and lifted them up a bit. "These cause so many problems!"

"No, no, it was my fault. I have your measurements, I just thought that... I underestimated how much room I needed to make in there. It was silly of me, especially since I've had the same sorts of problems with clothes too. I should have known better."

"Mm, well, I still feel bad." She still wasn't putting her shirt back on. Why wasn't she putting her shirt back on? "You are being paid for this, right?"

"Oh yeah, more than enough, don't worry about that." She loaded the breastplate back into her bag. If Freja wasn't going to put her top back on, she needed to get out of here, or she was going to have to walk out past the rest of the people in the theater with her bag held conspicuously in front of her crotch. "Um, anyway, I need to get to class, but it was nice to meet you!"

"Oh! One moment." Freja pulled a pen from her pocket, and then suddenly got very, very close to Rose. Close enough that she could see that she could see that her vasty cleavage was dotted with little freckles, because it was now directly in front of her. "Give me your hand. Here's my number." She wrote it down on Rose's palm. "Call me if you need me to do another fitting!"

"Uh, right. Will do!" Rose swallowed, maybe a little too loudly. "But, yeah, I gotta jet. It's..." Oh, shit. She checked the time on her phone - 8:52. She actually did have to rush, or she was going to be late for class! "I need to be in Magnusson Hall in eight minutes!"

"Oh! Don't let me hold me up! Go, go!"

"Yeah." Rose headed for the door. "Uh, it was good to meet you!" she said again.

"Nice you meet you too!"

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