Barely Tolerable Shirt Novels & Stories

I wanted to bathe first before I dealt with the aftermath. The pants I’d been given were brown, and there were in fact two pairs. They were slightly large on me, so I wasn’t sure how Allie thought they’d stay up on her tiny frame. The shirt was an olive green colour, and the fabric felt nice against my skin. It was shaped like a t-shirt but with thicker, stronger material.

As he advance forward, Daniel casually put on the oversize grey shirt with a plain U shape neckline front and the company name behind in white. She was hesitant to let him know that it was made for an extra-large female since there was an extra stock in that size which the management team in her company had given away for free. She was planning to use it for bed but the view of his body as the shirt had stretched all over chest, accentuating his hardened breast muscle and wide shoulder put her first plan into consideration. Not to mention his wet blonde locks that have a darker hue to them now fall down his brow. What the hell is wrong with me?

This thought was met with revulsion, but to her frustration, she simply couldn't get the images that she saw on video out of her mind. With her thoughts focused on the situation with her son, Tiffany selected a white, long-sleeved beach shirt that had a deep "V" neck to it. The light top meant she could only wear a lighter-colored bra so the bra wouldn't be visible through the shirt. She found the one, lacey, white bra she owned, and slipped it on. She knew it was too small for her massive breasts, but it was the only light-colored one she had that went with the shirt. Tiffany pulled the beach shirt on and regarded herself in the mirror.

If anything, I knew that he spares not a cent when he shops. He led me to the shelf where his t-shirts were folded and grabbing one, he handed it to me. After a moment of hesitation, I finally took it and put it on over the towel, with him watching my every move. The shirt was rather large but stopped mid-thigh because of his muscular physique. It fit my baby bump perfectly and felt very comfortable. "You can have a sweat-pant too if you'd like but they'll probably be almost twice your size."

She wonder why he had the shirt at all. She approached him and looked him from head to toe nodding as if approving of what he is wearing. "It really looks good on you," She said appreciatively. Somehow her praise made him hate the shirt less. If dressing in yellow will make her forgive him and accept him in her life, he won't mind wearing it everyday. "What do you think of mine?" She asked. Her singlet was tight one her outlining her slender waist and flat belly. It even brought out the shape of her breasts and he could see the faint outline of her nipples if he looked closely since she wasn't wearing a bra.

“Unless you don’t want to, of course.” I didn’t answer, but I didn’t turn him down either. I was already uncomfortable, and what Tom had said earlier didn’t help. The last thing I needed was someone blatantly staring at my boobs. I slipped the shirt over my head. It was oversized and stopped mid-thigh. It smelled like soap, clean and kind of comforting in a way that annoyed me. He reached forward and tugged gently at the neckline, straightening it before stepping back. “There you go,” he muttered.

I also have to get him one of my biggest T-shirt to pass the night, he refused wearing it at first insisting that he can sleep shirtless so because I can’t let a grown adult freeze to death in my house, I pester him to wear it till he oblige. When he finally wears the shirt, I can’t contain my laughter at the funny I looks o him. His abs and hard chest effortlessly makes a baggy shirt looks like a baby swim shirt on him. “Jezzz you are so big, Tristian. I literally get lost in that shirt you know.” “Yeah this is the torture I get for being such a gentle man to your friend.”he groaned feigning annoyance as he’s trying to adjust the shirt to fit.

Perhaps she was not a precious daughter of the Thomson family but a substitute? Javier thought that his guess was close to the truth. No one would be willing to marry him or cut off their future with a burden like him. The voice above him sounded with a hint of regret. "This is my favorite and best shirt. My biggest one. I will only let you borrow Mickey." Javier: "...." The woman behind him gently put his arm on the long sleeve. She slowly put the clothes on him. Then she buttoned them up. Javier felt the soft silk on the shirt against his skin. It wasn't the best quality of clothes but it was loose enough. There was also the smell of detergent soap. It was light. A mixture of lavender and

He saw that of course. "What's that?" "Your favorite shirt. I brought it." What ?! My favorite shirt is Zenitra brand and it is worth A dollars! and that's only in the US! He must kid! I suddenly pulled out the Zenitra paper bag! and looked at it! Peach color and yes! it is my fav shirt that even daddy never bought to me! "Oh my!" I almost screamed and covered my mouth. All grief was thrown away and replaced by joy! I saw him smirk.

I jolt in my chair as the ice water hits my breasts and soaks through my shirt. Fuck, that’s a lot colder than I anticipated. I try to keep my face nonchalant. If Axel thinks I’m not bothered, maybe he’ll give up. “Turned on, are we?” He looks pointedly down at my breasts. I look down and see my nipples protruding through the shirt. I’m wearing a bra, but it’s my thinnest one — a ‘t-shirt bra’ I think they call it. I stare at my drenched chest, noticing how the white cotton clings tightly to the contours of my bra. I don’t think this is what the bra designers had in mind when they designed the tshirt bra, I think to myself wryly.