Heather Had Been To Several Conventions In The Past, But She Never Went In Cosplay Before. This Would

Heather had been to several conventions in the past, but she never went in cosplay before. This would be her first time. She was going as her favorite character, Coraille, from her favorite online RPG. She was hoping people wouldn’t hate her costume. She idolized the goddesses of cosplay like Jessica Nigri and Yaya Han. It was these ladies that inspired her to cosplay herself. She decided to showcase her first cosplay for a local gaming convention so she wouldn’t have to spend money on a hotel. The weeks leading up to the convention were the slowest weeks of her life. Heather couldn’t wait. There was just one problem.

Although she worshiped Jessica and Yaya, she was lacking something they had: breasts. Jessica and Yaya had big boobs that only looked bigger when pushed up by their costumes. She didn’t care if they were fake, they were gorgeous and perfect. Heather had no boobs at all. She was completely flat.

Heather had wanted boobs that would at least rival Jessica and Yaya’s breasts ever since she first saw them. Once she thought about what it would be like bigger than Jessica and Yaya combined, but she quickly dismissed the idea as being way too greedy. She’d be lucky to be a third their size. She thought that with boobs at least that size, maybe she could land a sponsor and get paid to cosplay and leave her shitty retail job behind. She accepted this as nothing more than a pipe dream.

Coraille was not just Heather’s favorite character, Coraille was an extension of herself. Heather created Coraille the day, the game was launched and played nothing but the nymph seer since then. Heather even dyed her hair pink to look more like Coraille. Coraille also had big boobs. She had the option to give Coraille smaller boobs when she created the character, but this was a fantasy game. Coraille’s body was Heather’s dream.

It was only a few days before the convention and Heather was adventuring online. The developers had released an update to the game that morning offering new gear to players. Heather was looking at the gear and saw a belt that looked adorable on her character. The belt was white and lacy, tied in a bow at the midsection, and had flower-shaped designs at the ends. The belt made her realize that her cosplay was incomplete. She spent the rest of the day looking for the fabric to make the belt.

She found the fabric at a local thrift stone and got a great deal on it. She drove home, giddy at the thought of adding just a little bit more to her cosplay. As soon as Heather got home, she got straight to work. She cut and stitched it perfectly. She looped it through the hoops of the corset she altered a few weeks earlier. “Alright, I think that looks perfect, but there’s only one way to know for sure,” said Heather as took the costume off the mannequin and put it on. She walked in front of the bathroom mirror so she could get a look at herself. She looked exactly like her character now. “Well almost,” sighed Heather looking down at her complete lack of bust. She looked back at the mirror and noticed the front her corset was slightly distorted. She tried adjusting it while looking in the mirror but that only made it worse. She looked down to see what was going on and couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Heather’s breasts were slowly but surely growing right in front of her eyes. She just watched as her breasts distending the corset, glad she spent the extra money on the stretchy fabric. Her breasts stopped growing when they were slightly smaller than her head. “Oh wow,’ Heather moaned as her hands worked their way over her new breasts. She looked at her reflection and smiled. Now she looked exactly like Coraille. Not only that but she knew it would only be a matter of time before she was mentioned in the same breath as Jessica and Yaya as a goddess of cosplay.

“I need a picture,” said Heather as she ran back to her bedroom to pick up her cell phone, her breasts bouncing up and down as she ran. She returned to the bathroom, cell phone in hand, struck her favorite pose and snapped a picture. “Nobody will believe this,” Heather said setting down her phone on the counter. She ran her hands down the curves of her body, paying attention to her new breasts. They were very soft, and she loved them. “I wonder what would happen if I wore a push-up like most cosplayers do,” said Heather as she puffed up her chest using her hands as a push-up bra. Her eyes went wide. “Wow! I look amazing!” said Heather admiring her profile at the amount of cleavage she had on display.

Heather walked back to the living room to put take off her cosplay to put back on the mannequin. She looked down as she walked to see her boobs shimmy and sway in the corset. She could swear that her boobs looked even bigger than when she took the picture. She stood still and watched her boobs rise and fall as she breathed. She gasped. Heather was indeed growing bigger. She wasn’t growing nearly as fast as she was the first time, but her tits were ballooning up once again.

Heather could barely see her feet after she grew the first time, and this time it was obvious that all she would ever see again is a mass of cleavage whenever she looked down. Her breasts were growing so slowly that she had the wherewithal to remove her cosplay before her breasts got too big for it. Heather held her breath as she carefully stuck her thumbs through her straps on her shoulders, pulling them down with her arms. She had to struggle to get the corset’s cups off her ballooning boobs, but she was careful not to damage it at all. This action caused her expanding bosoms to rock side to side.

The hard part was over, now it was just manner of getting the rest of her cosplay off. Despite not being able to see what she was doing most of the time, she managed to get the rest of her cosplay off with little issue. She disrobed completely and watched as her naked breasts kept growing. Heather’s breasts grew for over two hours before they stopped growing. She knelt down. Her breasts fit perfectly in her lap. “I’m the goddess now,” she said as her arms traveled to the other side of her magnificent boobs and hugged them tightly, creating a canyon of creamy cleavage. She motor boated herself for a few minutes before coming up for air.

“This is unbelievable,” said Heather as she nuzzled her cleavage. “Guess I need to make a few more alterations,” she said turning her head to the mannequin. She laughed turned her head back to her breasts. “Woah!” said Heather as her breasts decided to grow again and fast. Her embrace of her breasts was broken as her boobs ballooned even more. Heather continued manhandling her growing tits, silently willing them not to stop. The convention was at the end of the week and Heather couldn’t wait to see how big she’d get.