WOW! I am utterly blown away by all the positive feedback to my story! Thank you to everyone who read chapters 1-6 and especially those who left comments. As I just wrote on my DeviantArt journal, I wish there was a way for me to respond to each and every comment on The Overflowing Bra. I was especially pleased to see comments by a couple of my favorite BE authors. Thank you all again, and I hope you enjoy...


SAME DIFFERNCE
by tusdine

Chapter 7

I decided to stop by the booth to see Old Bill and quit my job properly, although I was so excited to be working for the twins that I kinda wanted to drop off the face of the earth and spend the rest of my days in their heaven. I pulled my car up to the booth as if I was buying a ticket. 

"Hi, Bill."

"Feeling better?" Bill asked, with the same straight-faced expression as always. 

"Actually, I need to tell you something... I had a job interview this morning and they want me to start right away."

There was a pause. No change in Bill's expression. "I suppose I can change the assignments until we hire someone new. Think you can work your shift tomorrow, so things can get settled?"

I didn't really want to, but it was the decent thing to do. I figured that I could look into lab assistants while sitting in the booth, if I got lucky with my cell phone reception. "Yeah, sure, Bill. No problem."

"Thanks," Bill grunted. "At least you didn't quit over the phone like that girl who worked with you." I hadn't even thought about what Kara was going to do, but between her recent growth and her milk, it made sense for her to quit. I was even happier to be leaving the job myself at that point.

I drove to my apartment to start packing my things to move to the twin's house. I felt like a kid, anxious to go off to camp for the summer. Well, a camp with some seriously sexy counselors. Before I left the twins' house - our house - I told Tara that I actually had a couple more months on my lease. She said that they would happily pay for the last months' rent to get me out of there early. It felt great to be wanted, or needed, by the girls badly enough to do that sort of thing for me, even if they did have lots of money!

Tara had also asked me to put aside some of my largest clothes to see if it would help her and Kara cover up their largest parts, at least long enough for them to go into town and buy some new clothes. I didn't think I had much to offer them - I had a couple of shirts that were too big for me that I wore sometimes as pajamas, and a pair of baggy basketball shorts that I got as a gift a few years back from a relative who clearly didn't know my size, or my disinterest in basketball. They went down past my knees when I had tried to wear them and kept falling down if I tried to move in them. If nothing else, it would be interesting to watch the sisters try on these clothes.

And I was right, of course. That evening was my first official night living in the sisters' house, so we had a very small celebration. We had felt it was best to not overdo it because Kara couldn't drink any alcohol while she was developing the special milk in her engorged breasts, and even Tara thought it was best to abstain just in case her own bodily changes reacted badly to alcohol. The girls promised to make it up to me later with a much bigger and better celebration, and I believed them. If nothing else, it would certainly be bigger. The sisters refused to let me do anything for myself that evening, and were always on their feet, which made me feel a little uncomfortable being the only one sitting on a couch. It WAS nice, though, to see them constantly moving around.

The real cause for celebration, on my part, was that the girls were almost fully nude. Kara, of course, had grown far beyond any of her tops thanks to her growth spurt. As Tara wasn't wearing a bra underneath her tight buttoned shirt earlier that day, and she had me rip it open, I realized that she must have gradually grown beyond her own clothes as well. From what I knew about women who often wore the wrong bra sizes, I was sure that Tara could squeeze into whatever sized bra that would have fit her well a week or two ago, but I got the impression that she didn't want to let Kara be the only one flaunting a wonderful pair of breasts while I was around. Surely, both sisters had some intricate plan formed in their minds as to how they would win me over and leave their twin in the dust. 

Tara was wearing the same skirt I saw her wear the second time I ever saw her. Back then, it went down to around her knees, but she was now a couple of inches taller and had grown significantly in the hips, butt, and thigh departments, so now it looked like a mini-skirt. I wondered if it would eventually look more like a pleated belt around her waist. Speaking of which, not to be outdone, Kara was wearing what was probably a mini-skirt on her a couple of weeks ago but now looked closer to micro-skirt. That was the first time I really got an impression of how Kara's hips and butt had done some growing of their own, much like Tara's beautiful breasts. I could clearly see the bottom inch or so of Kara's tight ass and a lot more if she bent over at all... which she did, a lot.

I told the girls about how I agreed to work one last shift at the booth and how I would be looking into potential candidates for the lab assistants at the same time. Tara gave me a small antenna-looking object that I could plug into my phone to help boost the signal a little bit - turns out that it was a store-bought item that she only tweaked a little, and she had bought it before a new cell phone antenna was installed in the area. It figures that I worked so close to their house but the signal still barely reached the booth, but I was glad to have the extra boost to make searching online a lot easier while waiting out the clock in the booth.

In all the excitement of officially moving in, I had almost forgotten to give the girls the large clothes I had brought over. "I'm not sure these will help you two out much," I said, hoping that the clothes would definitely not fit well.

"We just need something that we can, like, wear in public," Kara said, holding up my oversized shirt. "Then we can buy some new clothes."

"Although they probably won't last very long," Tara pointed out as she undid the buttons on her skirt and removed it. "Especially if either of us has another growth spurt."

That sounded promising. "Is that... likely to happen to you two?" I asked, hiding my excitement. I noticed that Tara's panties seemed especially tight on her and I was surprised that she was still wearing them. A girl's gotta have SOME secrets, I thought. I definitely enjoyed the way that the elastic pressed into her skin.

"I hope not!" Kara cried out. "I loooove my huge new boobies, but I don't want to pass out again. Plus, they felt soooo sore for, like, a couple of days." She pulled the shirt over her head and began putting her arms through the holes, her massive breasts jiggling and shaking with each slight movement.

Tara spoke up. "Don't worry, Kara. That was an unfortunate side effect of your body adjusting to the forced milk production and I'm sure it won't happen again." She thought for a moment, as she stepped into the pair of long basketball shorts. Her round, full butt bobbed as she did so. "Although, to be honest, I'm not quite sure what will happen when the milk has finished making the adjustments to our genes. We may begin growing again at a natural rate, or it might come in occasional bursts. Or perhaps some combination of the two?"

"I just hope neither of you gets hurt in any way," I said, concerned. I watched as both girls got to the most difficult part of putting on their respective items of clothing. Kara pulled the grey shirt around her heavy tits. I could see them moving underneath the cotton as she tried to see how far down the shirt would go, but it barely reached any lower than the lowest point of her amazing breasts.

"Good enough," she said. I thought so too, as I watched the subtle (and occasionally not-remotely-subtle) movements of her braless mamms underneath a shirt that was too big for me. I wanted to walk over there and crawl into the shirt with her, stretching it to its max, to feel her warm, soft chest pressed hard against me. I realized that, by the time that Kara would be able to get that intimate with me again, she would need a bigger shirt.

Tara, meanwhile, pulled the shorts up and struggled a bit to get them around her colossal ass. I started to get up and help her just as she managed to do it herself. She made sure to turn around so I could see how the shorts looked on her massive butt. They were big and baggy enough to cover her huge cheeks - mostly, anyway, since there were several inches of ass-cleavage revealed at the top. I had never seen that sort of thing before and it was even better than it sounds. 

"Yes, these will have to do. Thank you for your help, Jim - you're already proving to be a great assistant," Tara said with a hint of lust in her glance.

Both sisters quickly stripped off the clothes I gave them to keep them as intact as possible for their shopping trip. Tara struggled with removing the shorts as she had with pulling them up, but once again managed on her own. I thought I saw a bit of movement coming from her thick thighs but I was too distracted by both girls stripping to think about it much. However, when Tara stood back up after removing the shorts, her gigantic booty shook a bit and her overly-stretched panties SNAPPED off, falling to the floor. Tara gasped but made no move to cover up - so much for that last secret, I thought, as I got confirmation that Tara shaved down there.

"Haha, looks like you'll be going commando tomorrow," Kara teased. Tara stuck her tongue out at her sister as she rubbed the red marks where the panties had been pressing hard into her skin.

"Like you're one to talk," I said. "You haven't been able to wear a bra in days."

"Pfft, like you aren't crazy for the way my titties move when they're free!" With that, Kara arched her back and shook a little, causing her milk-filled juggs to bounce all over and collide with each other, making the greatest slapping noises I had ever heard. Tara rolled her eyes. I asked her if she was okay.

"Oh, more than okay," Tara sighed with a slight blush. "That felt fantastic. I've been waiting for those damn panties to break for too long now. I've really missed that sensation..." She seemed lost in her emotions. Kara seemed a little jealous that her sister got to actually destroy a piece of clothing by accident.

One of the best parts of that night was finding out that the spare bedroom that was now mine was on the second floor, down the hall from the girls' rooms. When I noticed that it was a bit bigger than the other rooms, Tara said "This was actually our parents' room. It hasn't been used much, though. This was a vacation home that we rarely ever used since they were so busy with their work. When they passed, Kara and I sold our actual home and moved out here so I could work in relative isolation."

I still felt a little uncomfortable. "Are you sure it's okay for me to take this room?"

Tara smiled softly. "Yes, absolutely. We would be honored for you to do so, honestly." She started walking towards her room. "And Jim? Thanks for taking the job."

The next day felt extremely weird while I sat there in the good ol' booth, all by myself. Even though I never hated the job, on that last day it was like waiting out a prison sentance. It was really nice being able to actually surf the internet on my phone using the device I got from Tara, but I knew that I should focus on looking for a lab assistant. I had no idea where to start, though, especially considering Tara's strange requirements. I wanted to get the more difficult candidate found first - someone with at least a little lab experience. First I would find people who fit that requirement and then try to somehow figure out who had the least amount of personal contacts in case they needed to... disappear. It really sounded extra sinister when I wasn't hearing it from an insanely sexy woman. What was I getting myself into?

I started looking at people with profiles on various job seeking websites who might have some lab experience but I was only able to see a little bit of information without paying these sites and establishing myself as some kind of business. I was sure that the twins wouldn't mind paying the money, but I still had all day to look stuff up, so I wanted to see how much I could find while I was trapped in the booth. After looking for a few hours, I decided to make a post on a well-known and pretty skeezy classified ad website. I wrote up the post, being as deliberately vague as possible, but just before clicking the "submit" button, I decided to change around some of the text to make the job sound a little bit worse. I wanted to see if there was anyone desperate enough to apply for a pretty awful-sounding job... after all, I could always submit another ad later.

Sure enough, over the next couple of hours I had received a couple of responses to the ad. One of them wasn't remotely close to being what we wanted - probably just a desperate person looking for ANY kind of work. I hung on to their email in case they would be a good fit for the other lab assistant that Tara wanted. I took the email address provided by the second candidate and did a search to see if I could get any more background info on them. Wouldn't that just be great if, in my first week as the personal assistant to the world's sexiest women, I accidentally hired a serial killer? I can laugh about that now, but at the time I had actually grown pretty nervous.

The name that came up sounded a little familiar to me, but it wasn't exactly uncommon: Emily Williams. It wasn't until I found her profile on a professional connections website that the name completely clicked with me. Listed among her qualifications and education was the same high school that I attended, and the same years were listed. I knew this woman! I actually once had a major crush on Emily back in high school!

It may come as no surprise, but I was a bit of a loner in high school. Unlike many people in my situation, it was actually by choice, and I'm not just saying that. After all, I was the man in the booth by choice, too. Due to the way that the school districts were mapped, I had to go to a different high school than that of my few elementary school friends. One of the problems with growing up in the far side of a small town. Instead of seeking out new friends, I kept to myself, until my sophomore year... when I met Emily. She was the friend of a girl who I was assigned to work on a class project with. I was instantly smitten by Emily's good looks, but I found myself especially interested when I saw that she kept a notebook filled with pictures of movies and video games that I was into. The double-whammy of a pretty girl with similar interests lit a fire in my teenage heart, and I soon found myself making excuses to spend time around Emily and her small circle of friends.

Long story short, I quickly discovered the reason why Emily wasn't terribly popular with boys OR girls - she was very strange. Not in a creepy way, but she was the kind of student who put her studies ahead of almost everything else to the point of obsession. It turned out that what few hobbies she had were forced upon her by her concerned parents. Emily often talked quietly to herself but sometimes shouted at no one in particular, and after hanging out with her a few times I noticed that people were pitying ME more than her. I don't know if there was anything I could have done for her, but it was too much for 15-year-old Jim to handle.

And now she was desperately in need of work. Her resumé showed that she had training as a medical lab technician, but hadn't actually held down any real jobs outside of a couple brief internships a few years ago. Regardless of the fact that I knew her, she did respond to the shady ad I posted, so that was enough to look into this further. I called the phone number she provided and made plans to meet her the next day at a coffee shop in town for a brief interview. It wasn't until I hung up that I realized that I had changed my voice slightly while talking to her, as if she would even recognize my voice after eight years.

I spent most of the shift remainder looking for someone who would fulfill Tara's other requirement, but it was such a vague request that I kept second-guessing myself when looking at potential candidates. Just before I was ready to end my final shift at the booth, I was shocked by a knock on the door. I whipped my head to the side to see Kara waving at me and grinning. Relieved, I smiled widely - it was so great to see her here again. Kara let herself in before I had a chance to stand up, and walked through the small door into the booth. It really wasn't quite that simple, however: since the entrance was less wide than a normal door, Kara's voluminous breasts were pushed together as they lightly squeezed through the frame. Once they passed the threshold, her heavy, braless tits fell back apart as far as the tight shirt would let them, resulting in some wonderful jiggling.

"Kara, that was... REALLY hot," I said, taken aback. "You're something else."

Kara rolled her eyes playfully. "I really am, huh? I could do that all day. It felt GREAT!" She bounced over to where I was sitting and gave me a kiss. Her mamms hit my chest as she bent over and I almost couldn't stop myself from barely moving my hands to grab as much t-shirt-encased titflesh as I could. God, waiting for the girls' hormones to stabilize was going to kill me. Kara must have read that in my expression, because she moved her head to my right ear and whispered, "Don't worry, Jim... As soon as I'm all better - like, the very second - I am gonna need you to stop whatever you're doing and fuck the HELL out of my titties."

That was the first time I had heard her speak like that and I felt like my whole body was going to burst into flames. I opened my mouth to speak but was interruped by the sound of Tara's voice outside. 

"Come on, Kara, before closing time!" I took some deep breaths to calm down and asked the girls if they were here to congratulate me on my last day. "Something like that," Tara said from outside the booth. "We wanted to ask our assistant to drive us into town so we can buy our new clothes." I knew that they had a car, but I was happy to be included.

Kara whispered in my ear once more before giving me a quick kiss on the cheek and squeezing out of the booth: "Don't forget to give Tara some attention from time to time so she doesn't catch on, okay?"

I didn't think I would be able to survive this shopping trip.

TO BE CONTINUED