[Quadhouse]

Chapter 4

Elizabeth watched Andrea leave with a slight smile on her face. She was very happy that the woman was going to work there. While she tried to hide it, Elizabeth could tell that Andrea noticed the changes that had happened to her and Elizabeth. Ever since she started working here, Elizabeth could see the changes in the employees’ breast sizes. It didn’t take her long to figure out that she was the only one who did see them. None of the other women noticed the changes even as they were happening to them.

But now she had someone who knew when the changes were happening. All she had to do was figure out some way to let the woman know she wasn’t alone. Well, that and not let whoever was behind this know that they knew this was happening. How to do that, Elizabeth wasn’t sure. She still hadn’t figured out how they, whoever ‘they’ were, was causing the breast growth. Let alone how they were making them grow. And then them shrinking back. It was like something out of a porno.

Elizabeth shook her head. These thoughts were not helping her discover what, or who, was behind this. So far, her investigation had only discovered that ‘The Rack’ was a small chain of restaurants owned by a corporation. Who owned that, she was still working on. Of course, she did not do any of her searching at work. If they didn’t have hidden cameras scattered all over the place, then they had some way of tracking her through her computer. She also didn’t want to hire anybody for this. For one, nobody’d believe her. And there was no way she could get proof. So, she was on her own. Hopefully not for long.

Elizabeth arched her back in a stretch. In the process, she lifted her enormous breasts off her desk. She was happy her breasts had shrunk when Andrea’s had. She couldn’t imagine trying to walk with the monsters she had earlier. Either one had to have weighed more than the rest of her body. She carefully lowered her overabundance of breast back to her desk. As much as she didn’t want to, it was time for her to make her rounds. She may not like the conditions of her job, but it was her job. Her nature wouldn’t allow her to do it poorly. She stood and left the office.

* * *
Andrea was happy to have finally pulled into her driveway. The drive home had been very distracting. For one, her arms kept brushing against her breasts as she drove. She couldn’t do that with her B-cups. Then there was the jiggling and bouncing. With every bump in the road, her breasts would ether bounce or jiggle. That was another thing she couldn’t do before either. But what really got her was the sway. Her breasts never swayed before when she drove. Now, with every turn, her breasts swayed. It was all very annoying.

She got out of her car and walked to the door. She tried to ignore the motion of her breasts. She still didn’t know how or, more importantly, why her growth occurred. If she could figure out why she grew, then she might be able to shrink back to normal size. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see some guys watching her walk. Before today, there might have been one or two of them watching her. Now, they all were watching her. And she knew why.

With a huff, Andrea hurried inside. She was not used to the number of stares she was receiving. Being stared at while on the clock was one thing, out in public another. Especially when she was dressed down. But, with as large as her breasts were now, there was no hiding them. And she couldn’t dress them down either. All she could for now, was to endure until she found out how her breasts changed size and get them back to normal.

Andrea started toward her room. The only thing she wanted to think about was a long, hot bath. Afterwards, she could think about what happened at “The Rack.” And why nobody but her noticed any of the changes. That brought up another thing. Will her housemates notice that she’s not back to normal? Or, will they think her current size was normal? There was only one way to tell, but she could do that later. The bathtub was calling her name.

“Andrea, is that you?”

Andrea gave a slight sight of frustration. It was May who had called out. Andrea knew that Mary wouldn’t let her go to her room without asking some questions about her day. She was afraid her bath would have to wait. “Yes,” she called out. “I’m home.”

“How’s the working girl,” Mary said as she exited the kitchen.

“Tired,” Andrea replied.

“I would be too, if I had to carry those around while I was working,” Mary said with a lustful look at Andrea’s breasts.

“Mary, I’m still not sleeping with you,” Andrea flatly said.

“That’s good,” grinned Mary. “’Cause I don’t want to sleep with you. I want to have sex with you.”

“At least you’re consistent,” moaned Andrea. “But it’s not going to happen.”

“What’s not going to happen,” Diane asked as she approached the two women.

“Andrea won’t have sex with me,” Mary said.

“Damn right she won’t,” Diane said. “She has to have sex with me first.”

“Diane!”

“Relax. I’m kidding.” Diane studied her busty friend for a moment. “Girl, you look beat. Why don’t you go and take a long, hot bath. We can talk about your first day of work later.”

“But . . .”

“No ‘buts,’ Mary. She needs to relax. First days are always hectic. Even if you’ve done the job before.”

With a quick ‘thank you’ Andrea went to her bedroom. She dropped her purse on her bed, grabbed some clean underwear and an oversized T-shirt, then headed for the bathroom. Once there, she started her bath running and poured in her favorite bubble bath. She then stripped down to her underwear. She raised her hands to her bra but stopped before taking it off. It was the largest bra she had ever seen. She knew it wasn’t the largest bra ever. She had worn an even larger bra while working. And then there was Elizabeth. She had been unbelievably huge at the end of the day. So big that Andrea doubted the woman could even stand up. She was more boob than woman.


With a grimace, Andrea took off her bra. She had enough thinking abut her day. She just wanted to relax. She was startled when her breasts didn’t drop as far as she had expected them to. They did cover most of her ribs, but they projected further than she though natural. While obviously more than a handful, she couldn’t help but cup them. She could tell that her breasts had weight. The way they bounced and jiggled proved it. But she couldn’t feel it. There was no strain on her back nor her arms as she held them. She let her breasts dropped. The smack of them hitting her chest was loud in the room. She took off her remaining piece of clothing and turned off the water. She paused before stepping in the tub. With a sigh, she picked up her discarded bra. She knew she wouldn’t be able to fully relax unless she looked.

The tag read 36G.

**

Andrea jerked awake with a start. She had fallen asleep while relaxing in the tub. It wasn’t the first time and she doubted it would be the last. She was a little surprised that she had fallen asleep, though. With everything that had happened today. If she didn’t want to return her breasts to their normal size, she wouldn’t go back there. As it was, she had to think of some way to find out how her breasts had grown and then shrunk. And why it happened.

Andrea looked down at her breasts. They were still floating. That was a strange sensation for her. Sure, she had heard that breasts float. But she had never thought she that hers would ever be large enough to do so. She raised one hand and pushed down on a breast. She could feel a slight resistance to her action. The breast gently bobbed back up when she let go. There was a knock on the door and Andrea found herself blushing. “Yes,” she called.

“Andrea,” Diane said. “You alright in there? It’s been over an hour. I thought you might have fallen asleep.”

It was only then that Andrea realized that the water had cooled. “I did,” she sheepishly admitted. “Give me a minute and I’ll be out.”

“No rush,” Diane said. “But Mary does want to talk to you about your day.”

Andrea sighed. “Isn’t she a little boob obsessed,” she said as she got out of the tub.

“Yes,” Diane admitted. “How do you think we met?” Andrea remembered that Diane filled a DD-cup bra. Before today, she had thought that size was huge. Now, she knew better.

“Anyway,” Diane continued. “You should be prepared to answer a lot of questions from Mary. She really wants to know about working there. Not that she can get a job there. Neither of us have the assets to work there.” Andrea quickly covered her mouth to stop a sharp laugh from escaping. “I swear, there are times when she gets a little crazy for boobs. Okay, I’ll leave you to finish.”

Andrea heard Diane walk away and shook her head. If only her friends knew what she did. Not that she knew a lot. But she knew that, somehow, that place could change its employees so that they were all impossibly endowed. It did it to her. It could do it to her friends. They may enjoy it, but she didn’t. She shook her head. Now was not the time to think about that. Now, she needed to get ready to be interrogated by her friend.

A few minutes later, Andrea entered the living room. Diane and Mary were already there, waiting on her. Even though she was wearing her usually sleeping clothes of a pair of panties and an oversized shirt, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious when her friends looked at her. She thought it was because her oversized shirt was no longer oversized. Instead, it clung to her breasts. Emphasizing just how large she now was. Her shirt still was long enough to cover her panties in front. But it now only came down to her upper thigh. It used to hang to her mid-thigh.

“So,” Mary said when she saw Andrea. “How was your day? It must be strange not being the bustiest woman in the place.”

“I’m still thinking about it,” Andrea said as she sat on a sofa. In truth, she hadn’t thought about it. Before today, she had never been the bustiest girl in a room. “I just started working there today, after all.”

“That’s right,” Diane said. “What I want to know is how you recovered so fast after getting hit in the tits?”

Andrea blinked. “Big targets,” she said. “Even if they’re not thinking about it, they’re aiming for them.”

“Ooh, right,” Diane said with a nod. “People can’t just not ignore them. If they can see them, they’ll aim whatever they have at them.”

“But the pain,” Mary said as she protectively covered her breasts with her arms. “I’m not that big, but I don’t think I could take the pain.”

“You get used to it if it happens enough times.”

Both of her friends stared at her in horror. “Just how did that happen,” Diane gasped.

“Not all teenage girls are kind,” Andrea said.

“Especially when your boobs are bigger than most of them before you even start high school,” Mary said.

Diane gave the shorter woman a look. “You would remember that,” she said. “Remember, some women are self-conscious about when they get their first bra. Especially if they were the first one in their class to need one.”

Andrea stared at Mary in shock. She distinctly remembered not needing a bra until she was almost 15. Mostly because she was very embarrassed about not wearing one. She also wouldn’t have told anybody that either. So why was Mary saying she needed one before she started high school? Slowly, she looked down at her breasts. Maybe more than her breast size had changed.