Warning, this is an unfinished story, because the illustrations became too difficult to generate, so I had to stop mid-way.

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After giving birth to two children, my wife’s breasts grew considerably. Here she is today. I am a very lucky man.

In comparison, here she is about a decade earlier. Yes, she also had breasts back then, but they grew considerably after giving birth.

She attracted a lot of attention from her boobs, even then. But now it was over the top. Not least because she had been able to keep a relatively good figure at the same time.

Most of the time she would wear something simple like a black t-shirt. That turned some heads.

However, she refused to be a “slave” to her breasts and wanted to wear sexy clothes as well and not let herself be stopped by people staring.

She also chose what she wanted to wear at the gym and did not want to limit herself just because people might be staring at her – which they did.

At home she would relax and usually wear her night clothes almost as soon as she came home if she was not planning on going out later.

She usually wore a negligee or similar to bed so that is also what she would wear from around 5 pm after work. Here is one photo I think you would find interesting. She constantly had “wardrobe malfunctions” like this at home.

Here is another example, this one is from the kitchen.

I always praised her for her dress sense at home and said she looked good in those negligees. Which was perfectly true. I also jokingly said that she was wearing a nice “dress”, hinting that could wear some of those in public as well.

One day we were more or less getting ready for bed when she suggested we go for a walk. I agreed and got ready and when I was just about to go out, I found my wife standing by the door, still in her negligee, smiling. “Ready to go?” she asked.

I smiled back and nodded.

Oh what a fun and interesting summer evening that was.

Hardly anyone was in the streets that night, but if they had been, they would have been treated to quite a sight. I tried to be as cool as possible.

We went a viewpoint and sat there for a while before we returned back.

I praised her and encouraged her, tried my best to also play it down and do anything possible for it to not be the last time she would do something fun like this.

Well, I got more than I bargained for.

The next day was saturday and when I woke up I found her outside, gardening in, guess what … a negligee of course. I don’t know what the neighbors might have been thinking.

I said “good for you, you should wear what you want to and dont let anyone tell you differently” – something like that. She felt really good about it.

Later that day we went to the gym together. We went to change and when I came out, I waited for her to finish, then we would go work out near each other.

To my surprise, she had decided to wear the negligee to the gym! That I had not seen coming. When looking more closely, I realized I had been mistaken. This was a leotard.

Of course, women wear tight and revealing clothing at the gym all the time and a leotard is in the same ball park as super tight shorts or sports bras.

When we were done and changed again, she wore something different, a strapless dress. I encouraged her again, saying “yeah, that looks good on you” as we strolled home through the park.

It was a very interesting development. It had been a fun day and I was really curious how the future might look.

Sunday I took a day at home while my wife went out shoe shopping with a girlfriend.

I received a photo on my phone. “How do you like my new heels?” it said.

I couldn’t believe it. She was wearing the negligee while she was shoe shopping. Or perhaps she just changed into it for the photo.

What a day!

When Monday came, we went to work and just as I was at lunch, I received a message from my wife. “I took your advice. I should not worry about what I wear just because my breasts are a little big. This is so liberating!”

She attached this photo.

The next day I thought she had changed her mind when I saw her getting her suit ready in the evening before.

But then I got this photo on a text message the next day.

The next day when she got home, she was quite upset.

Someone had complained about her clothes. Someone anonymous. They had said her breasts were distracting people. I silently understood the point, but of course supported my wife in everything.

“I’ll show them” she said without going into more details.