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Lingerie Fit check

Added 2025-09-10 08:00:03 +0000 UTC

Sora stood frozen in front of her mirror, her breath caught in her throat. The lace bra clung desperately to her granite chest, each cup stretched thin over a pectoral slab so striated it twitched with every nervous breath. Her abs, a rigid eight-pack of polished stone, rippled with tension as she shyly turned side to side, trying to see how the outfit hugged her ripped frame.

“I-I think it still fits…” she whispered, though even she wasn’t convinced.

The dainty black set, adorned with soft pink bows, was never meant for someone like her. It was lingerie made for softness, for curves — not for thick, veiny arms that could crush a watermelon mid-curl. Her traps bunched high near her ears as she adjusted the shoulder straps, which bit into her skin from the sheer pressure of her bulk. Every minor movement sent deep-cut muscle groups shifting beneath her glistening skin like a machine running just beneath the surface.

Her reflection offered no escape: a brutally built girl wrapped in delicate lace, all muscle and vulnerability.

Sora blushed fiercely.

“Oh no,” she muttered, eyes locked on the mirror. “I got even bigger again…”

She flexed one arm absently, just to confirm. The mirror groaned beneath the visual weight of the peak that sprang to life — thick, high, veined like a roadmap. The bra strap slipped slightly, and her heart skipped. Not from embarrassment — but pride.

“…It’s tight,” she whispered, lips curling into a shy smile, “but I kinda love that.”

She rolled her shoulders. Her lats flared so wide they nearly pushed her arms out. Lace shifted, muscles swelled. The lingerie may have barely fit — but her body owned it completely.

Tonight, the fit check passed.