Make-a-Bra Party

Have you ever been to a Decorating Party? No, me neither - well, once maybe, though I feel I spent more time drinking than decorating. Anyway, the premise of a Decorating Party is that, if you or one of your buddies say, moves into a new place, or takes on some major renovations, a group of you get together and go around to help out. You take a few drinks, put on some music and grab a paint roller. A tedious job that would take one person a couple of days can be done in just a few hours. I mean, the finish is probably terrible, as everyone ends up half-cut, and there's most likely not only paint on the carpet, but also red wine...

There are plenty of other valid examples where getting your friends together on a project, especially when times are tough, can really be a help. Custom-made bras, as I've mentioned before, are often furiously expansive. I'm not even talking about the vast, over-sized whopper-hoppers from the BrasByDesign Universe, but custom made lingerie in general. There's a good reason for that too - the bra is one of the most complex items of clothing to make, certainly that remains in daily use - and the bigger and sturdier they get, the more complex and time-consuming they can be to make. 'Homemade Hauler' and 'Homemade Hauler 2' are further examples of rudimentary solutions to the predicament of an increasingly over-sized bust.

Make-a-Bra Parties are starting to become quite a regular event at Scarlette's place, especially over the past few months where her already enormous breasts have continued to blossom, and swell, and stretch to almost incredulous proportions compared to her slight, willowy frame. Her friends aren't sure if she's in deep denial of her physical state, or somewhat secretly quite happy, or at least fascinated, by the way her body seems to be blossoming. Either way, Scarlette seems to be doing her best to maintain as much normality in her day-to-day life as possible, despite the obvious inconveniences of such a monstrous bust line.

Fortunately, Scarlette has been able to work from home, and whilst her wages keep her comfortable, there's certainly no way they'll stretch to a regular supply of ever-enlarging custom made bras. Even if she did order one, by the time it arrived, it would most likely me too small. Whilst she doesn't need a bra - it is often more comfortable to let her breasts rest on whatever surface is below rather than try to support them - there are times when she needs a garment on the increasingly infrequent times she attempts to leave her appartment and do errands. The squeeze through the front door is growing more and more difficult by the week, but either way, she hasn't given up yet and needs something to wear, and it might as well be supportive.

So, the girls gather round and admist a silky buzz of red wine, cider and the latest Dotify Top 40 compilation. One could argue that, whilst it doesn't sound like much of a party, Casey and Harper are just kind, helpful souls that enjoy the satisfaction of helping a friend in need. Or, it could just be an excuse to get up close and enjoy several hours of Scarlette's huge, straining, over-stuffed bosoms swaying and sloshing about with clumsy, disorientating momentum. It could be the sight of those poor, plump nipples, lost in the expansive seas of those pale, stretched areolas. It could also be that if Casey has one glass of wine too many, then one of these days she may just end up getting a bit more 'touchy-feely' than usual...