Thank you, Mr Wayne, for the helping hand while I was away. Hope everyone enjoys the next bit! I know I had fun writing it!
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The blonde coughed and spluttered, spitting water out and glaring daggers at Ellen. “Fuck you, Two-by-four!” she bellowed. By now, the other employees in the break room were staring at the commotion. “What the fuck was that for?”
Ellen stared at Dana as if she had just asked what color the sky was. “Because you hurt me, dumbass! What the hell were you thinking, pinching me so hard?” She raised one hand to rub her sore nipple and was shocked—not only by how sensitive it felt, but by the fact that she actually had to cup her hand over a breast that was larger than it had been moments ago. Leaving her hand there, she stared down in amazement as she could actually see them swelling slowly bigger, straining the fabric of her blouse. Her nipples were stiff and clearly outlined by the dark blue cloth. It suddenly struck her that, whatever was happening to her, she would now have to wear bras—a thought that brought a smile to her face even in her confusion.
Dana shook her head, droplets of water flinging off of her and spattering Ellen's skin. “Oh, please! You can't hurt fake...” She trailed off, looking down at her rival's chest and seeing its slow expansion. “...tits?” she finished questioningly. “What the hell? Are you wearing inflatable air bags or some bullshit?” She raised her head to meet the brunette's eyes and was hit with another surprise.
Ellen was taller.
Disoriented, Dana shot a quick glance downward to confirm that her coworker wasn't wearing heels. Sure enough, her simple black flats offered her no extra height. Yet, somehow, her eye level was higher than Dana's, even though the blonde had worn three-inch heels and was an inch taller than Ellen even without them.
As she looked back up to her foe's face, Ellen seemed to notice it as well. “What's going on? Why do you look so...short?” she said aloud. As the two women held each other's gaze, Ellen had to keep gradually tilting her head down as Dana craned her neck slowly. “Oh my god! I'm getting taller!”
Completely stunned by what she was seeing, Dana shook her head again as if to clear it. With her head level, Ellen's chest was rising up to be even with her eyes- which widened when she saw that “Olive Oyl” was now sporting at least a C cup, maybe even a D. The buttons on her blouse were straining as gaps appeared between them, getting wider as her impossible growth continued. One shot off with a snap, flying across the room. A quick, nervous glance downward at her own assets made Dana realize that Ellen's boobs might actually be bigger than hers!
She looked back up again, to her office nemesis' ever-higher face, and saw a vicious smirk. “Like what you see?” Ellen said wickedly. “Here, why don't you have a closer look!” So saying, she raised her arms (which were starting to split the seams of her blouse sleeves), put her hands on the back of the blonde's head, and pulled her suddenly forward, smashing her face between the brunette's burgeoning bosoms.
Dana was caught completely off-guard by the aggressive move and found herself being smothered between two enormous tits that hadn't existed five minutes ago. She tried to cry out, but could only manage “Mmmph!” from between the mounds. She struggled, but found herself unable to push away from the other woman's steadily increasing size and strength. She could feel the pressure increasing as the breasts on either side of her head kept growing. A couple of sharp, painful impacts on her torso told her that a couple more buttons on Ellen's shirt had popped off. She could hear the enlarging brunette saying something, but it was muffled by the melons that were pressed against either side of her head.
Suddenly, the blonde became aware of a strange warmth and tingling spreading throughout her body, the sensation strong enough to get her attention even in her present circumstances. Moments later, she felt her suit jacket and skirt starting to tighten on her body. For a few seconds she didn't make the connection, but then, as her bra began to dig into her own boobs, she figured out what was happening and grinned, realizing her rival wouldn't be bigger than her for long...
Ellen's lips parted in a toothy grin as she relished the feeling of her diminishing enemy struggling to escape from her newly-grown breasts. The relatively puny blonde was helpless against her large, powerful arms as they compressed her against the swelling mounds of flesh. Ellen felt a few more buttons shoot off of her shirt; her pants were tightening around her hips and ass and she could feel the seams starting to give. She felt a rough popping sensation around her feet, then the cool tile floor meeting her bare skin, and she realized her shoes had burst. A brief flash of consternation flashed across her mind at the thought of being naked if this growth kept up—but it was quickly replaced with an unexpected sensual thrill. She didn't care if someone saw her nude, now; not only was she rapidly developing some serious curves, but compared to her surroundings and the increasingly tiny rival she was squashing, she estimated she had to be seven feet tall and still growing, so who could do anything about it?
“How do you like my chest now, you slut?” she said, smiling down at the top of the blonde's head, which was rapidly vanishing between her hooters. She realized she was also experiencing a sexual jolt from dominating Dana so thoroughly. Normally, she wasn't attracted to other women, but something about her former nemesis getting smaller and smaller before her made her think of taking advantage of the situation. “Hmm. Maybe when I stop growing, I'll find somewhere else to put you...” She noticed that while some of the other employees had left the break room and several others were staring dumbstruck at the amazing sight, at least two of the guys had their phones out, documenting the event. She wondered if she should put a stop to it, or really give them a show.
Suddenly, Ellen became aware of a shift in the situation. Initially, she couldn't tell what was wrong, but soon enough, she realized Dana's struggles had stopped getting weaker. Shortly after that, they began to increase in strength and her head began to rise back out of the brunette's cleavage. Her nemesis was growing too! The pleasure she was feeling abruptly stopped, as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her. Now she wouldn't be able to use her size to dominate the little bitch. The thought of Dana getting even bigger than her briefly intruded and gave her a chill, but she pushed it aside, hoping that wouldn't happen. Her own growth continued unabated, the seams down the sides of her pants splitting further as her curves swelled and her legs lengthened, the last few buttons shooting off of her blouse and exposing her massive breasts to the air even as Dana finally pushed herself free of the cleavage hug she had been forced into. Ellen gave her foe a quick head-to-toe glance as the blonde stepped back.