[Quadhouse]

Chapter 7

Andrea didn’t exactly remember the drive home. She did remember the sensations she felt while she drove. The way her breasts seemed to sway with her every movement. How they bounced and jiggled with every bump in the street. The way her arms bumped into them whenever she turned the wheel. Her breasts were so big that there were only a few inches between them and the steering wheel. She could feel them touch her legs while in the car! There was no way her size could be natural! Yet, she knew she had been bigger. As much as she wanted to deny it, she knew her massive chest was natural. Just how that could be, she didn’t know.

Once home, Andrea slowly got out of her car. She winced as her mammary glands dragged against the door frame. It was another reminder of just how large her breasts had become. A reminder that she did not need, nor want. She shut the car door and made sure to turn her upper body far enough to give her massive glands the clearance they needed. She suddenly looked around. She could see several of the neighbors as they stared at her. When they realized she had looked back, they quickly returned to what they were doing. Andrea watched them for a moment before turning toward the door. Surely, her neighbors had better things to watch than her.

At the door, Andrea fumbled her keys for a moment. She was shocked at how little of the door she could see below her breasts. Even at a G-cup, she could see a lot of the door when she looked down. Now, a significant portion of her view was blocked. A view she was used to having. And it was a view she wanted to have again. She shook her head and stuck the key in the lock.

Once inside the house, Andrea looked around. She could se signs that her friends were home. Just not where she could see them. Not that it mattered. She knew she would see them later. She just hoped they hadn’t changed too much. She didn’t need to relearn her friends. Just keeping up with the changes was bad enough.

“I’m home,” Andrea called out as she headed to her room. She hoped Mary wouldn’t go crazy over the current size of her boobs. Them being lesbians wasn’t the problem. Before she started working at ‘The Rack’ they would rarely make comments about her. Now, not only did they make comments, they also extended invitations to their bed. And that was before today’s increase in size. She better not find out that they were all lovers now.

Andrea entered her bedroom without seeing her friends. That worried her, until she remembered it was Friday night. The two were probably out on a date. If they were on a date, then it would most likely be midnight before they got back. If they would not be back until midnight, then she could take a long, hot bath. She couldn’t remember the last time she was able to take a bath without someone wanting in the bathroom.

Andrea quickly stripped her clothes off and gathered her bathing supplies. She went into the bathroom and started to fill the tub. She placed her supplies on the sink, threw a handful of bath salts into the tub and stripped off her robe. It was then that she saw her reflection. She paused for a moment. Ever since this started, she hadn’t looked at her reflection. Sure, there was the first time, when she grew in the restroom. But she hadn’t looked. Now, here alone in the restroom, she could look.

They were her breasts. Just much, much, much larger. Everything about them had grown. She ran her hands over her skin. Her nipples erected in response. Her nipples were the same dusky pink color. Only now, they were as thick as her thumbs. Her areola had expanded until they were the size of saucers. Her breasts did not thrust themselves out like implants would. Instead they pointed down at an angle.

Andrea placed her hands underneath her breasts and hefted their weight. While not as heavy as she thought they should be, they still had some weight. Her supple flesh partially molded itself to her hands and forearms. Looking at her reflection, she couldn’t help but stare. If the customers could see her now, she doubted they’d want to eat anywhere else.

With a sigh, Andrea let her breasts fall back down. She didn’t want the customers to see her now. She didn’t want them to see her at all. At least, not with such huge breasts. She’d much rather be back to her normal size. But in order to do that, she had to find out how she was being changed. That meant she had to keep working. She shook her head, turned off the water and got into the tub. She really needed it right now. She settled in and closed her eyes. The hot water worked to ease tension she didn’t know she had.

“Andrea! How long have you been in the tub? You’re wrinkled.”

Andrea jerked awake and looked around. Standing in the bathroom with her was Mary. At first, she was a little confused as to what Mary was doing in the bathroom with her. Then she realized that Mary and Diane must be back from their date. Andrea realized that she must have fallen asleep in the tub.

“Here, let me help you out,” Mary continued as she bent over. “You must have had a busy day if you fell asleep here. Of course, it’s easy to fall asleep in a nice bath.”

Andrea let herself be helped out of the bath. Her fingers and toes were wrinkly, after all. Mary then started drying her off as she stood there. Andrea wasn’t sure what she should do. The way Mary was acting, this wasn’t the first time she’d done this. Just as Andrea decided to help Mary, the door opened.

“Oh,” Diane said as she stood in the door. “I was wondering where you’d gotten to. She fell asleep in the bath again?”

“Yep.”

“I’m standing right here,” Andrea said.

“We know,” Mary said. “And it’s a wonderful sight. But you need to get dressed before you catch a cold.”

“That’s right,” Diane added as she grabbed Andrea’s robe. “Especially since we have plans for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Andrea asked with a frown. “What are we doing tomorrow?”

“Shopping,” Diane and Mary chorused.

Mary continued. “I told Diane that you were complaining about not having nice shirts. So, she decided that we should take you shopping. She knows where all the stores and shops are. And I know where all the places you can get alterations are. Between us, we have you covered. There’s no way we can’t get you nice tops that actually fit.”

Andrea blinked and stared at her friends. She did not remember saying anything about her clothes not fitting. But with this last change it may have happened. And who knows, she might be able to relax while shopping. Even if she was shopping for tops to cover her ridiculously oversized boobs. From what her friends said, she needed more tops anyway. Hopefully, she had bras too.

Once they had her dressed, the two women led Andrea to her bedroom.

“Now you get some rest,” Mary said. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

After her bedroom door closed, Andrea lay in her bed. Staring up, she blinked at the ceiling. “Did that really just happen,” she asked herself. “Did I really agree to go shopping for tops that I won’t need after I go back to work?” She looked down at her breasts. “I better not need larger tops after I go back to work!”


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The buzzing of her alarm clock jerked Andrea awake. Groggily, she turned over and shut it off. She tried to ignore the motion of her massive breasts. Something was regretfully getting used to doing now. She rolled to her back and tried to remember why she had set her alarm. It was Saturday. She didn’t have classes today. The only thing she had to worry about was work. And she didn’t have to be at work until four o’clock.

Her bedroom door opened, and Mary entered. “Good morning Andrea,” she said. “I hope you got plenty of rest because Diane and I have a busy day planned.”

“And for the day to start, we need you up,” Diane said as she entered behind Mary.

“I don’t want to,” Andrea said with a groan. She pulled the sheets over her head to emphasize how much she didn’t want to.

Grinning, her friends pulled the sheets off her. “You were the one complaining about your shirts not fitting,” Mary said. “Don’t blame us if we want to help you correct that problem.”

“What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t want to help,” Diane asked.

“Friends that let me sleep in,” Andrea said as she reluctantly sat up. “You do know it’s a Saturday, right?”

“Of course we know it’s a Saturday,” Diane said. “It’s the only day we could take you shopping. Now, up, up, up. You need to get dressed so we can get going.”

“You’re not going to give me any choice in this,” Andrea asked as she allowed herself to be helped out of bed.

“Nope,” her friends merrily said.

With another sigh, Andrea let her friends dress and escort her to the kitchen. Once there, she found breakfast waiting on her. “You guys aren’t waiting around, aren’t you,” she asked as she sat.

“Of course not,” Mary said. “We only have a few hours before you need to be at work. And I can’t wait to see you try on new clothes.”

Diane slapped Mary on the back of her head. “Don’t be so pervy,” she said. “We don’t want her backing out.” She turned to Andrea. “Don’t mind her. I sometimes think she was raised in a barn.”

“Hey!” The two others ignored Mary’s outburst.

“I’m looking forward to helping you find better fitting tops,” Diane said. “And, if you feel uncomfortable changing in front of us, we can step outside. This is all about getting you new, better fitting, clothes.”

Andrea sighed. She knew she was resolved to shop with her friends. If it had just been Mary, she would have found, or made up, an excuse not to go. But, with Diane’s words, she couldn’t do it. She was going. She only hoped that Diane could ride herd on Mary. She didn’t want to have to do something to stop the woman. That would hurt their relationship.

“Okay,” Andrea finally said. “I’ll go shopping with you guys. Just make sure I’m at work on time. I really can’t afford to get fired.”

“As if they’d fire you,” scoffed Mary. “You’re the biggest girl there. I’ll bet that once word of you spreads, people would come from miles away just to see you.”

Andrea hoped not. Either way, she was stuck at ‘The Rack’ until she found how she was changing and stopped it. Until then, she’d have to make do.