And this is supposed to be a large?

“God, and this is supposed to be a large??” Ricardo groaned as he found himself outgrowing yet another one of the tops he had bought just a few weeks ago.

He had even gone for a looser size than he thought he’d need just to be safe, a choice that had given him a couple extra days of wear before he had to accept the inevitable: His new breasts were bursting out of his shirt, and they were only liable to get bigger over the next few weeks until they finally hit their eventual size. 

Ricardo had been prepared for second puberty. He knew it ran in the family - he had seen his older brother become an older sister a few years back. What he hadn’t been prepared for was just how much curvier his new body was about to become. His older brother had always been slim and athletic, and his female self was much the same after second puberty. Ricardo, however, found out very early on that his experience would not be the same as his new sister’s. A newfound appetite was the first clue: Even eating double portions left him unsatisfied some days as his body used it all to rebuild his form to its new genetic standard. For Ricardo, apparently, that meant a significant amount of newfound weight centered around his chest, hips, and lower body.

Essentially, he’d been dealing with not only becoming a girl, but becoming the bustiest girl in any room he went into, a thought that filled him with a strange sense of apprehension. He had never been one to stand out in a crowd, but he had been a guy before, he knew exactly the kind of attention a body like this would get him. Even if he wore something modest, it wasn’t as if he could hide them. It was starting to weigh on him, both literally and figuratively. On one hand, if he was going to be a woman, as weird as it felt to admit, a part of him was glad that he had won the “genetic lottery” by getting breasts that most natural women would kill to have. 

It felt embarrassing to say it, but he was starting to feel a weird sense of pride about his looks. He had never cared as a man, but ever since he hit second puberty, even the little changes in his facial features day to day stuck out to him, let alone the weights on his chest that were liable to grow another cup size by the end of the week!

When they weren’t being a pain, he had to admit, they looked great and they felt even better in his (or someone else’s) hands. On the other hand, they were starting to be a lot more work than he had anticipated, from searching for a bra that actually relieved his back to the endless search for clothes that fit well but didn’t look too slutty on his curvy new frame.