The Perpetual Pasties Problem

...although I suppose the problem is only perpetual because the breast development is, too!

I talked briefly in the description of A Bed of Rails about the charm I sometimes find in items of clothing that don't really serve much of a purpose, other than perhaps to provide some modesty, or conform to the very bare minimum of social expectations. I think Pasties (Nipple Covers) fall into that category pretty well - they have this obtusely whimsical purpose of trying to hide what we know is clearly there - and even giving us the exact positioning!

Of course, Pasties have plenty of uses, and whilst fancy tassles and strips of tape have long been a staple of burlesque and striptease, they can also serve a practicle purpose, too. If wearing a thin bra or bralette, for example, they can be handy in 'colder moments' to prevent or reduce any unwanted nipple poke. The same can be said if going braless - especially under a light coloured top - to reduce the obvious colour change, expecially with darker areolas, and they make skin tone matching Pasties to help with just such a thing.

Pasties can also be used under sheer or skimpy dresses, and I'm sure if you've ever seen an awards ceremony, there is usually at least one guest that wears something see-through, using pasties to either hide their nipples, or perhaps make them a more acceptable, but still striking feature underneath!

This all loops back around to that concept of social expectations; the need to wear a bra, the need to cover the nipples. In theory at least, our protagonist here - lets call her Ally - can't go topless, but she can walk around with a few hundred pounds of huge, sloshing, swaying breasts as long as she can cover her nipples and areolas, even though we can see all of those glorious bosoms, and we clearly know what she's covering and where! Now, Ally is unlikely to walk down her local high street like this, but for certain venues or events, it is just about enough.

Unfortunately for Ally, despite ordering her latest Pasties in the largest custom size she could find, it appears that her continued breast development has seen her poor areolas stretch even further. Trying to measure them in the first place was a two-girl job, and even with her best guest, these enormous dinner-plate sized Pasties already fall on the skimpy side. As a small silver lining, Ally's areolas are so stretched that they are incredibly pale around the edges, making any nip-slip harder to detect from her fair, supple skin - but is she willing to risk it?

With The Feel Good Festival next week, that's a decision Ally needs to make, and soon. When she attended with her friends last year, she could still, just, fit into an off the shelf bra. She's also well aware that between now and the festival, she is likely to have grown even larger - not to mention that standing for any substantial length of time is quickly becomming impossible.

I'm sure that with a little help from her friends, The Feel Good Festival will live up its name, even if Ally does have to deviate away from the group tradition of wearing Pasties...