Desk Job

Nina was shattered. Unbelievably tired. Her job was killing her, slowly but surely. Pushing papers, answering e-mails and ordering stock; it couldn’t be more boring. She sat in her big office chair, dimly typing on her keyboard. She’d been up all night, and people were getting into work now – it was 7:30am. Her boss was running her dry.

She popped another wake-up pill; she’d be taking them all night, and they didn’t seem to work that well, but it was better than nothing. The pale morning light filtered through the office blinds, and Nina thanked her lucky stars she was in a cubicle, so she could hide away.

She crossed her legs, which fitted neatly inside her red sleeveless dress and adjusted her black belt, which kept her slender waist in. Her figure was tall and very slim, and the black high heels she wore only accentuated her height. She turned blearily back to the keyboard.

As she tried to focus on the screen, she felt her dress rise slightly. Absent mindedly, whilst chewing a pencil, she pressed it back down. It seemed slightly unwilling to go. She frowned, almost automatically, and smoothed it down, still tapping away at the numbers. She felt it rise up again.

Finally dragging her sleep-deprived brain from the screen, she looked down. Although her vision was blurred, her dress looked a little tighter than usual. She normally had no breasts to speak of on her slim frame, but now there appeared to be little bumps on her chest. Bumps that were…growing. She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and got back to it. She would go home after the presentation, no matter what the boss said. An all-nighter is an all-nighter, no matter what crazy pills you’re on.

She looked at pill packet, which still had a couple left – god, had she really had that many? – and noted the slogan: “Provides MASSES of energy!”. Then why wasn’t she feeling remotely jazzed? She had that presentation to prep for. She took one more.

Yawning again, she leant back in her chair, stretching her arms. Her dress felt notably tight this time. She looked down, and…her breasts were definitely bigger this time. Shaking herself out of the morning’s fug, she cupped them. God – they were sensitive, too! Her small bra was really straining, and peeking down the top of her dress, she saw her breasts were a couple of inches straight out, bulging against the tight cups of her bra. What. The hell.

She decided to take her bra off straight away, as not many people were around, and put it in her office draw. This was fucking weird, but she was going home soon – after the presentation – and a bit of swelling wasn’t the craziest thing she’d ever seen. Turning back to the screen, she felt a tightening in her chest, and this time felt her breasts grow. There was a tightening of the skin, and a swelling in her bosom, and her tits grew outwards. She watched it happen, watched them slowly bulge forwards, until they pressed firmly against the red fabric. She grabbed her black cardigan, putting it over her shoulders and buttoning it up. It was quite a tight item, but it covered everything up…provided she didn’t get any bigger. Nine felt herself secretly wishing she would, a thought which both scared and excited her.

She buttoned it all the way to the top, and marvelled at how much bustier she looked already. Her breasts poked out three inches in front of her, and were very round, pert and sensitive. On her tall frame they still looked a little small, but she felt way more balanced than before. Sitting back in her seat, she suddenly felt very awake. “Maybe these pills do work”, she thought to herself, as her breasts grew forwards again. She was finding the whole thing rather exciting.

She went back to her work, adjusting herself in her chair, as her breasts gently bulged and wobbled, still trapped within the black cardigan. She could feel the buttons very slowly start to strain as the fabric was pulled apart by her swelling bust, but it was nothing too noticeable yet. The biggest distraction was she was beginning to feel horny. “Must be a side-effect of the pills”, she thought.

After a mental struggle where her left hand kept sneaking down to her crotch to rub her moistening cunt, Nina got her mind back in the game, and went back to the figures, noting with a mixture of fear and delight that her expansion was showing no signs of stopping. As she typed, her breasts jiggled delightfully, her hard nipples rubbing against the fabric of her dress, which they were being pressed more and more forcefully into, as her breasts swelled and grew. She estimated they stuck out a full five inches now, and looked incredibly full and round. Her dress was riding up and becoming quite stretched, as was her cardigan – it looked like two big, black melons were attached to her frame. She was becoming really horny now.

Clicking print with satisfaction, Nina felt ready for the presentation. Shit! The presentation. How was she going to cover up these large breasts? What if they kept growing? She knew the pills had something to do with it, and she’d been taking them all night! How big would she get? Even thinking about her swelling breasts and hard nipples was turning her on, so she shoved it out of her mind. She’d get this presentation done, then get the hell home and fuck herself senseless. God she was wet. She closed down her computer, noting with amazement how the keyboard need to be moved a little way back so she could see all the keys – otherwise her six inches overhang of breast began to obscure it. Her cardigan and dress were getting too tight now – she needed to get out of here.

She got up from her chair, noting for the first time just how big her tits had become, and grabbed her purse, wobbling out of the cubicle on heels which, with her new top-heavy stature, were more difficult to walk with than usual.

Nina headed straight to her boss’ office, her breasts still swelling and inching forward in her straining top. With every step they bounced more, putting further pressure on the buttons on her blouse. She unbuttoned the top of the large curve which was now her cardigan, peeked under her dress, and saw the start of what was eight inches of cleavage gloriously bulging out in front of her. She buttoned it back up, noting the stretched fabric between buttons, which were starting to be pulled against their will to either side by her growing tits.

Nina wobbled her way to her boss’ office, and put her head round the door, keeping her swelling bust from his view. She’d forgotten that the walls of his office were glass, however, which resulted in her gloriously large breasts being pressed up against the glass, seeming even wider and bigger than they in fact were. Her boss’ mouth dropped open. “Ready for the presentation, Gary?” Nina asked. He just about nodded, not saying anything. Nina felt very pleased with herself – “he must be stunned at my efficiency, and how good I look despite an all-nighter”, she told herself. She decided to head to the toilet to adjust her new figure before the big presentation.

In the bathroom, she finally understood how big she’d gotten. Her breasts bulged forwards a full nine inches, like large watermelons on her thin frame. Her black cardigan was stretched to what seemed like its maximum, large ‘O’s appearing between the buttons, where the fabric was pulled to its limit. Beneath, she could see the red of her dress, which still had some room in it, but was becoming short on the leg as growing tits bulged outwards. She adjusted her huge tits, so they were slightly more comfortable, but they were just so large. She’d have to be fast.

The meeting involved lots of preamble, which Nina just didn’t have time for. She was sat around 5 boring men in suits, talking about stock prices and inflation. She was dealing with inflation of her own, and really needed to get to her talk so she could leave. She could feel her breasts, which had grown on the wobble over to the meeting room, rest heavily on the desk, still bulging forward. Her cardigan wasn’t going to last much longer, and she’d discovered that light breathing was better, as it put less pressure on what little give was left in her cardigan, full to the brim with her massive tits.

Eventually, it was her turn. Pushing herself up from the table to bear the weight of her still swelling tits, Nina jiggled to the front of the meeting room. As she began to talk, the first of her cardigan’s buttons gave up the fight, pinging forward onto the table. Her breasts groaned forward, as the rest of the buttons took up the extra strain. Every man in the room was staring, open-mouthed. Nina smiled, knowing they’d sign up for just about anything at this rate. Her presentation was great, but she had them hypnotised by her humongous, growing tits. She smiled, and popped another pill. “Why not, eh?”

She continued with the hard sell, noticing how all the men were sitting a little uncomfortably with hard sells of their own. She tittered at the thought, sending her now ten inch twins quivering, rupturing another button on her bursting cardigan. The last three buttons, which were holding in the majority of her titanic breasts, didn’t have a chance. Coming to the climax of her proposal, Nina’s breasts surged forwards, no doubt encouraged by the pill she’d just taken. Her tits bulged, swelled and grew as she outlined the sales proposal she’d spent all night on, and two more buttons pinged into the stunned faces of the execs in the room. Her chest was just colossal now.

“So, who’s in?”, finished Nina, bursting out of her cardigan, revealing a very tight red dress, full of her huge, thirteen-inch protruding tits. Her humongous breasts curved down massively to just above her belt, which was almost obscured by their enormous overhang. She noted with great excitement that her dress had ridden up to mid-thigh, as so much of it was needed to hold in her gargantuan breasts.

The five boring men all raised their hands.

“I’ll leave you in the capable hands of my boss, then”, smiled Nina, her breasts growing forwards with every word. She turned, her huge tits swinging with the momentum, starting to tear her incredibly tight dress, and bulged her way out of the room.

***

Nina’s journey home was short, her mind clouded by arousal and success. She got the elevator down to the parking lot, noting how her huge tits jiggled at each floor, and how she could barely fit in her dress anymore, and would have to go shopping very soon, and got into her car.

Putting on her seatbelt was almost impossible, but eventually she managed, hefting one huge, heavy breast up, and tucking it under as she clipped in. Driving was equally challenging, as she could no longer see her feet, and her heart pounded with excitement and arousal as her breasts continuned to bulge forward, closer and closer to the steering wheel with each moment. Eventually she made it home, and squeezed herself through the front door.

Finally, she could reach back and unzip her dress, allowing her tremendous breasts some freedom to bulge out to their real size. They were incredibly pert and firm, and jutted out a good fifteen inches from her chest. They were indescribably sensitive by now; each jiggle had rubbed her huge nipples against her dress, and sent shivers through her body. She ran herself a bath, which she knew she would barely fit in, left the bottle of pills by the side, put in some bubbles, and clambered in.

As the water flowed around her tired form, she noted her breasts stuck up way above the surface. This was the final straw – she squeezed a sponge over them, and started to rub her nipples. Knowing she would cum very soon, and more than once, she popped two more pills, and settled in for a productive end to a productive morning.

Leaning back, Nina slid one finger inside her cunt, the other arm stretched to its limits so she could reach one massive, swollen nipple.

Her breasts slowly grew outwards, until her nipples drifted just out of reach of her outstretched arms.

This was going to be a good day.

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