Author's Notes:

A request, inspired by that episode where Becky rips open her shirt right in front of Lincoln's face to show him her Ace Savvy shirt hiding underneath.

I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2021)

CLEAVED TOGETHER

Chapter 1: Set the Flash to ON

It was a real scorcher today. Kids took cover inside Royal Woods' mall to cool down, but as more people aggregated to the building the more the heat seemed to follow them inside.

Becky felt it more than most. Leaning against a standalone pillar, she fanned herself with her hand. She tried pulling at her shirt's collar, but gagged herself instead.

She was in a real predicament. In addition to it being insanely hot for what was supposed to have been an average summer day, her shirt had somehow shrunk two sizes since last she'd worn it.

She couldn't figure out what happened, but she couldn't go to the mall without her lucky Ace Savvy shirt! Today was the limited edition release of the newest issue. Nothing would stop her from getting it.

But, as she practically laid against the pillar and panted for air, she'd begun to wonder if this torture was worth it.

Her hands reached up and cupped her bra-less chest. That's right. It was so tight she couldn't even wear lingerie underneath.

Had she grown two sizes since her last venture with her lucky shirt?

As she fondled herself a little, she heard the fabric begin to rip. She jerked her hands away and looked around.

This was no good. She couldn't let her shirt tear right now. Not in public like this. There were kids all over the place! And look-! Over there's Lori's kid brother and his group of friends.

She couldn't afford to bare her chest right here, right now. But when she tried moving, the fabric stretched even more taut across her nipples. The damp material was soaked with her sweat. Anyone could see her hard peaks cutting through her shirt.

Fuck! She had to make a run for it-

"Oh, hey! It's Becky!" called out Lincoln.

"Fuhhh-" she caught herself in time, "H-hey, Liiin-coln, right?"

She covered her bust with her arm, and cringed as she heard the tear grow deeper.

She could just barely feel her naked teats touching her arm. This was seriously not good.

"Y-yeah, that's me."

He was blushing. This kid was so cute, but this was a really bad time.

"S-so, um-"

No! Stop talking! I gotta get outta here! she screamed inside her head.

"Are you here to buy the new issue, too?"

Dang it!

She was screwed. She couldn't turn down this kid, not when he was looking up at her with those hopeful, pleading eyes of his.

"Y-yeah, I sure am! I… was just about to go buy my own copy. Wanna…"

Just kill her now.

"Wanna go with?"

His eyes lit up like Christmas. He bounced beside her and gestured for them to be on their way.

Becky gulped and held her arm tighter over her chest. As she started walking the tear was growing. She could feel much more than just her nipples brushing against her arm.

Why the fuck did I have to grow such big boobs!?

Lincoln kept looking up at her. She noticed him peek at her arm several times.

Don'taskaboutmyarm. Don'taskaboutmy-

"Is your arm hurting you?"

Dammit!

"W-w-w-what- this? N-nah! I-I… just like holding my, uh, my-"

Idiot! Holding your what exactly!?

She looked at Lincoln's face and saw his blushing cheeks. His mind was already thinking ahead, at what she could possibly like holding.

Fuuuuuu-

"A-anyway, we're here now!"

Thank Ace Savvy's newest issue that Lincoln was suddenly more interested in a comic book than a skinny teenager girl that was a little too top-heavy for her own good.

She felt a little sad that his attention wasn't focused on her anymore, but she was also relieved that she wasn't going to be spilling her tits right in front of Lincoln's face anytime soon.

She leaned against a shelf, and her wet shirt accidentally snagged on a corner. A loud ripping sound made her jerk.

No! No-nononononon! Not here!

She looked down and saw her entire cleavage greeting her.

Tears began forming in her eyes. Her vision was blurring. She could hear someone crying softly. She crouched down and hugged her knees closely.

Suddenly, she saw white.

Lincoln was there, lifting her face up.

"H-hey, um… are you gonna be alright? We can just come back tomorrow if you're not feeling good?"

Why was he so considerate? Didn't he realize that girls liked taking advantage of good guys like him?

She moved to try and hug him, to let him know that she would be alright. But then she remembered why she was holding her breasts in the first place. She squeaked and clutched her chest anew.

But the damage was done. His eyes were wide, and his face was as red as her hair.

"B-Becky, your-"

He couldn't seem to finish what he was going to say. But he took another look at her tear-stained face and he realized what must have happened.

Lincoln grabbed her shoulders and urged her to her feet.

"Don't worry! Leave everything to me!"

Becky blushed as she was led through the store toward a door hidden away in the back. Did he realize how romantic he was being right now? Like, this kid was seriously dangerous to girls with vulnerable hearts.

Lincoln slipped her inside a tiny room before closing the door behind them.

This must have been a changing room for the apparel they sold here among the other comic-themed merch. But it was small. Becky barely had room to sit down on the single bench in the room. And Lincoln was forced to stand between her open legs.

She wasn't going to deny this turn of events was making her even hotter under the collar. But she couldn't risk even moving another inch. The tear had grown beyond her control.

Lincoln couldn't even look at her anymore. There was nowhere safe for his gaze to rest upon. The rip had torn from her fraying collar down to her navel. His cute eyes were just staring at the wall now.

Becky felt miserable. This was so humiliating.

"L-look, Lincoln, I-"

She leaned forward.

Lincoln turned his eyes toward her.

"In truth, my shirt, it-"

She took a deep breath before continuing.

And the air swelled inside her chest, pressing her breasts outward just enough to shred the final threads of fabric keeping her shirt on her body.

The shirt flew apart like a snapped rubber band. Her arms were knocked aside as the damp cloth was torn into tiny ribbons.

Her massive tits bounced in air, finally free to breathe good, clean oxygen.

Becky's heart stopped.

Lincoln's eyes were helplessly glued to her bare figure.

The ginger's cheeks burned hotly. She covered her boobs with both hands, and, looking away, she did her best not to break down into tears all over again.

Lincoln snapped out of his trance. Her body was so intoxicating, he was tempted to gaze at her curvy features even though they were hidden behind her palms. But he heard her sniff, and saw the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

He left the room without saying anything.

I ruined everything…

Becky's mind nosedived into a bad place. How would she face him now after flashing him? He was a boy, and probably liked it, but now he likely thinks she's a slut or something.

She brushed her face with the back of her hand.

"I should have just stayed home…"

There was a knock on the door that caused Becky to squeak and secure her breasts behind her arms.

The thin panel opened and closed in an instant. Lincoln slipped inside like a little mouse. He was holding a plastic bag.

Becky's teary vision was clearing up by the second. And when she saw him pull a shirt out, the dread in her heart melted away.

As he unfolded the purchase he'd made only a moment ago, Becky's cheeks tinged with curious rosy hues.

"I-I didn't know what size to get, s-so, um… W-well, you don't look t-too different from me, except for- well- um… well, y-you know…"

Her heart was suddenly all fluttery and light.

Lincoln coughed, "So, I just bought one a size up from me. I-I didn't want to make any assumptions about your size, so…"

He turned his shy face away, and raised a hand to help cover his embarrassment and naivety.

"I'm sorry if it's the wrong one."

Becky looked at the shirt he proffered in hand. It was black with Ace Savvy's trademark symbol right in the center.

She took the shirt from him.

"U-um, could you please turn around."

Lincoln nodded and turned completely away.

Neither of them thought of him actually leaving. For some reason, they wanted to stay together in this tiny changing room.

But it really was such a little closet.

Becky lifted her arms up to slip the shirt over herself, but she had to lean forward.

And her breasts accidentally brushed against his back, causing her to gasp, and Lincoln to make an odd, high-pitched noise.

Her face was colored just like her own scarlet hair now, but she couldn't help but feel this surge of victory at Lincoln's reaction.

The shirt slid into place over her figure. It was pretty tight, but it would do. The Ace Savvy symbol stretched so taut over her breasts that it looked as if it had put on a good bit of weight.

The teenage girl sighed at that thought.

"Th-thanks, Lincoln."

Without thinking about it, she stood up before he had time to open the door.

Her body had nowhere else to go but to press directly into him. He boobs squished into the back of his head, smooshing him against the door.

Becky hurriedly opened the door and slipped around him.

She fast-walked out into the mall's cavernous halls until she found a free pillar to lean against.

Finally alone, she screwed up her eyes and covered her face with her hands.

Just how much are you going to do to mess that boy up!?

But before she could berate herself anymore, she felt something brush against her side.

She looked down and saw Lincoln leaning against her pillar. He was so close she could see his chest moving quickly as he panted for breath. He was shorter than her, so he must have sprinted to catch up.

Then, she realized he wasn't holding a comic book in his hand.

"Hey, why didn't you buy the new issue?"

Lincoln blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Heh, well… I used that money to buy y-your shirt."

Becky's heart skipped.

He was so honest and gentle. It was a serious character flaw that would get him into trouble.

Well, she supposed she might be the right girl to teach him what kind of trouble he should look out for.

"Lincoln," she took a breath to steady her galloping heart, "E-early, in the changing room…"

They both blushed.

"That was an accident."

Lincoln nodded. Though as his mind remembered the feeling of her tits on his body, his blush deepened.

"But this…"

Becky turned toward him, and, while bending down at her hip so she was eye-to-eye with the short boy, she took his chin in her hand.

"Is entirely on purpose."

She closed her eyes and pressed forward. Her lips captured his easily. Their soft, warm embrace lasted for just a few seconds that may as well have been years.

When she pulled back, she brushed some stray bangs behind her ear and looked away.

"W-would you like to come with me tomorrow, Lincoln?"

Her eyes turned back to his, pinning him to the ground.

"I'll repay you by buying that comic. And, maybe… we'll do some other things…"

She watched his throat as he gulped. She could see his shirt moving as he tried to regain his breath. His hands were fidgeting.

But then he opened his trembling lips.

"I-I'd love to."

Becky stood up straight and reached her hand out to ruffle his hair.

"I'll be waiting for you right here, wearing your shirt so you can find me."

She left him standing there. Her hips had an extra touch to them as she walked away. She was sure his eyes were glued to her.

For some reason, she didn't even feel nervous about wearing a tiny shirt in public anymore. Because she knew there'd be a good guy there to protect her.

She only wished he'd realize how dangerous it was to be that kind to a woman.

Even still, Becky decided she'd take advantage of that kindness and see just how far it could go.