The next day, when Alison arrived at work, the same scene started again. Just... worse. Or better, depended.
The elevator opened to reveal Alison, everyone stopping whatever they were doing to look in awe at their coworker, beating anything they had in mind. Alison was there, with the same black suit than the day before, but this time, she couldn't close it in any way. The round protuberances on her chest were just forbidding her to do so. And they were bigger than her head by a good margin now.
"Hello, everyone !" proudly announced Alison once outside the elevator.
No one was looking at her eyes. And she knew her breasts were having all the attention now... and something else : the fact that she had just dressed in a red and black corset, boob-flesh bulging out of it in soft curves. Black lace in front of her was keeping the corset closed as tight as it could, and as soon as she could do so, Alison took of her vest before entering her cubicle. She didn't have to turn to notice Drake : the heavy breathing above the cubicle wall was enough to know he was here.
"Hi, Drake." she smiled, turning on her chair to display all of her glorious cleavage "Before you ask, did you ever see M cups? Because this is what those are."
"Oh, Loooord!" cooed the poor guy before running away to the bathroom with a furious hard-on visible under his poor business suit.
Other coworkers found poor excuses to pass by her cubicle and ask her something so they could gaze at her impossible cleavage, and each time, Alison allowed them to do so, pretending not to notice. And each hour, they had only more to notice. Until the lace on her corset started to spread and show more and more of creamy flesh inside.
"Ohmygod, Alison!" said Blair when she finally showed herself in her cubicle.
"Found the guts to come see me, Blair?" smiled Alison "I expected you earlier."
"I... they're..." blushed Alison "Listen, the floor chief wants to see us. Now."
"Why?"
"Didn't say..." Blair admitted "But he was almost as red as the time I..."
She stopped there and Alison smiled. "You? Whatever... let's go."
Alison walked next to Blair to the chief's office, making sure no one would miss the fact her tits were dwarfing Blair's now. As they arrived into the office, the chief was taking a couple pills, trying to calm down. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and invited the two girls to seat after closing the door.
"Alison, Blair, we might have a... problem."
"What kind?" Innocently asked Alison.
"Well you... you two recently... cough... grew."
" Indeed"smiled Alison. "You noticed too."
"Listen, I'm not the one taking decisions here, I'm just a manager for higher people, and they noticed quite a decrease of productivity on our floor lately. And we all know it's because there are... very distracting women here."
"Mmm-mmm. I see. So... what's the point?"
"First thing, you two grew... a lot... quickly..."
"Especially me" Alison grinned "To the point, please."
"Well then" coughed the manager "We just need to know if you... caused it. Because we don't need more ruckus at this floor, so..."
"Knowing?" lied Alison "Sir, we don't control those things, you should know."
"Yes yes yes" blushed the man, nervous despite the pills "The hierarchy made me ask this, I'm sorry, anyway, the other point is... you should dress... less... less..."
He stopped speaking, as there was a strange sound in the air. A creaking sound.
"What's this he asked?"
"This should be me." Alison said, pointing at her corset "Sorry sir, this is the only thing fitting me today and it sounds like it won't go on for long."
She showed them the lace in front of her corset. And they realized what the sound was : lace. Creaking. Moving. The corset slowly opening, the lace struggling to stay in position, as more and more of Alison was showing. Growing, creamy flesh, was filling the poor corset and stretching it despite its best efforts.
"This is the sound of me growing in this."
"Impossible!" exclaimed both the chief and Blair at once.
"Now..." sighed Alison "We both know you jacked off at Blair's little tits last time you scolded her, so here's the deal. I'll dress as I wish. And you'll even give me a raise because of my need of new clothes."
"I... what?!"
"And you Blair, you're practically drooling on my tits."
"Uh?! What?! Ohmygod, sorry, they're just so..."
"I don't care : Blair, you eat me out in front of this poor chief, as he will jack off at me. Be nice to me, and this glorious body will show you its wonders at least once..."
All the floor heard the moaning sounds coming from the floor chief office for fifteen minutes, until Blair got out disheveled, having difficulties putting her HH cups bra on under her shirt, while Alison was walking proudly back to her cubicle, her corset now obviously too small for her...
"I guess tomorrow I'll sport things looking more like a pregnant belly than breasts" she said walking past Drake office. "Just saying."
And she heard him gasp before he ran to the bathroom...
Thu Dec 03 00:00:00 2015