The Rack

[Quadhouse]

Chapter 6

Andrea sat in her car. She didn’t want to go to work. Not because the job was hard, but because of the changes she was going to go through. She knew there was some women who’d kill to be a big as she now was. Hell, there were women who dreamed of being as big as she was yesterday! But she wasn’t one of them. She had been happy at her original size. And if she ever wanted to be that size again, she needed to figure out what was going on. With a sigh, she got out of her car.

As she walked through the back to the timeclock, Andrea was amazed that none of the women noticed nothing wrong with their sizes. Especially with the vast difference in sizes. Those on the clock rarely had breasts smaller than their heads. While those off the clock were rarely larger than a D-cup. Of course, that excluded her as her size was not her natural size.

Nervously, Andrea got in line. She watched as the women’s breast in front of her either grew or shrank. With that clue, it was easy for her to see who was clocking in and who was clocking out. She still couldn’t understand how the others didn’t notice the changes. How can someone not notice a woman’s breast growing from a C-cup to larger than her head? That was not a subtle change.

In less time that she wanted, it was Andrea’s turn. Reluctantly, she clocked in. Immediately Andrea’s breasts began to grow from their G-cup size. She turned to walk toward where she had left her purse the day before. With each step, she could feel the growing weight of her chest. Each bounce as a little more pronounced. Every sway was a little more. By the time she got to her destination her breasts were half again the size of her head. Thankfully they stopped growing at that size.

Thanks to her experience yesterday, Andrea knew how to move with such massive breasts. She put down her belongings and went to the dining area. There she received her table assignment and started working. It wasn’t what she wanted to do, but as she didn’t know how everybody’s breasts were changing size, she didn’t have anywhere else to start.

As Andrea worked, she kept an eye on the waitresses. All through the night, theirs and her breast kept changing sizes. Some of the girls grew larger, while some grew smaller. One did both. Unfortunately for Andrea, hers steadily grew. She couldn’t detect any method or reason for the changes. They happened at random times in random places. It was enough to drive her crazy.

Slowly, though, she started to see a pattern. The more cheerful the waitress was, the larger she grew. Those that weren’t as cheerful or their tables weren’t as happy, either shrank or stayed the same. Which would explain why she kept growing. She was a great waitress. Even if she had to say it herself. And through it all, she was the only one who noticed the changes. She watched as the manager and another waitress grew while they talked to each other. They even moved further apart when their breasts got large enough to touch.

Andrea shook her head in frustration.

“Something wrong,” a voice asked.

Startled, Andrea turned to find another waitress standing behind her. Like all the women who worked here, she was abnormally endowed. “No,” she answered. “I’m just watching Elizabeth.”

“Oh God,” the waitress said. “I was beginning to think I was the only one. She’s just so huge. I mean, I thought I was big. That is, until I started working here.”

Andrea’s eyes dropped to the waitress’s chest. “You’re not what people would call small,” she said as she raised her eyes back to the other’s face. On the way up, she saw her name tag. “There are women out there who are jealous of your size, Terri.”

“Says the woman who makes me look small,” Terri said with a roll of her eyes.

“Again, you’re not what people would call small,” Andrea said. “And I’m sure there are women out there who can make me look small.” She nodded at Elizabeth. “There’s one now.”

Terri gave Andrea a dirty look. “Ha. Ha. Very funny,” she said. “But seriously, how do you walk around with those. I have enough problems with mine as it is.”

“Carefully,” Andrea said. “At this size, you have to be aware of what’s around you. Your boobs stick out enough that you can knock things over with them if you’re not careful. You also can’t run. They weigh enough to knock to throw you off balance with all the bouncing they’ll do. As you know, sports bras are useless. They offer no support, can barely control the bounce, and even then, they only make your boobs bounce together.”

“I know, I know,” moaned Terri. “But what else is there to wear? Regular bras are not forgiving when you run in them. And don’t forget the chafing when your sweat soaks into them.”

Andrea couldn’t stop her wince. She had worn wet bras before. Usually because she had gotten caught in the rain or was the unexpected victim of a water balloon attack. She did not like it when her breasts were normal sized. She knew she’d had it now that her breasts were gigantic.

“Anyway,” Terri continued. “Let’s talk about something else. Like, how are you liking it here?”

“It’s good,” Andrea said. “The tips are much better than at Jaybird’s.”

“Even though you’re not the biggest in the place,” Terri asked with a grin.

“I’ve never wanted to be the biggest,” Andrea said. “Just had to get used to it. Despite appearances here, you really don’t run into women as busty as we are all that often.”

“Yeah. I’ve wondered about that. Just how do they find all of us busty women? It’s not like they take out an add.”

Andrea kept her mouth shut. She did not want anybody thinking she’s crazy. Nor did she want to tip off whoever was behind this. She did not want to think about what they could do to her to keep her from possibly revealing their secret. “Probably just word of mouth,” she finally said. “You know how people like to talk. Especially about the strange or unusual.”

Terri nodded. “You’re most likely right,” she said. “And there’s not a lot of places that’ll hire women as well-endowed as we are here. This is the only one I know of that isn’t a gentleman’s club or doesn’t offer exotic dancing.”

“Are there a lot of places like that here,” Andrea asked.

“It’s a college town,” Terri flatly said. “What do you think? Of course, there’s a lot of them around. Everybody knows that college boys are horny and stupid.”

Andrea had to agree with that statement. In fact, she was willing to widen it to include most men and quite a few women. Through all her classes, she had felt eyes on her. Whenever she looked around, she saw heads quickly turning away. Both male and female heads. It was like they had never seen a woman with large breasts before. Granted, she was closer to huge than large. But that wasn’t a reason to stare.

With a sigh, Andrea looked around the room. She saw one of her tables was starting to look around. “Work calls,” she told Terri. “We can talk later.”

~ * ~

Andrea would have danced her way to the time clock, if it wasn’t for her breasts. Massive was an understatement for their size. So was enormous, immense, gigantic, and vast. Immense might fit, but it didn’t right. Andrea couldn’t think of a word that fit the size of her breasts. Her breasts would have extended past her hips if it wasn’t for the bra she was wearing. With the bra, they were, somehow, held up to her waist. They were over twice as wide as she was and thrust forward far enough that she could not reach the front. If that wasn’t bad enough, her nipples got in the act as well. They had grown into huge protuberances large enough to fill a C-cup bra all by themselves. Something she would not have noticed if she hadn’t squeezed herself in to the employee restroom. Also, something she felt she would have been better off not knowing.

But now it was the end of her day. Soon, Andrea would be rid of these impossible breasts. The thought of only have G-cups was really soothing. Compared to what she now had, G-cups might as well be A-cups. She knew that it would feel like it. She did not want to know if there was and actual bra size for her current size. It scared her that somewhere, someone actually knew that answer.

With each slow ponderous step, Andrea could feel the tremors run through her flesh. She wanted to move faster. She wanted to get rid of this mass as fast as possible. But she knew that if she moved faster, the tremors would build until her breasts were through her around. At her size and lumbering speed, she thought that she wouldn’t have been a waitress. But, no. It seemed that people couldn’t help but watch her walk around. Surprisingly, it was more the women watching than the men. And they weren’t watching out of disgust and horror. They were watching in fascination. Probably wondering how someone so bi was able to walk, let alone stand. Andrea tried not to think about it. She was afraid she’d fall if she did.

Andrea approached the time clock then stopped. A problem she hadn’t considered was before here. In order to clock out, she had to get within arm’s reach of the clock. Her breasts extended further in front of her than her arms could reach. She thought of turning to the side, but she wasn’t sure if she could punch the numbers correctly. And there were a few crates that she didn’t remember being there. After a moment, she did the only thing she could think of.

Andrea suppressed the wince as her breasts made contact with the wall. She continued to press forward though. If she wanted her breasts to shrink, she had to clock out. She felt her breasts flow behind her. Wrapping her body in her own flesh. It was a sensation she wished she didn’t have to experience. She was finally able to reach the time clock when her lips were being covered with her own cleavage. She quickly entered her data then sighed as her breasts began to shrink.

Andrea started walking toward the breakroom. She needed to get her purse so she could head back to the house she shared with her friends. She also stared to plan the next day. It was Saturday and, instead of relaxing like she had originally planned, she was going to look into ‘The Rack.’ She wanted to find out who owns it and if they own any other places like this. And if so, were their employees also so over endowed? Also, she wanted to find out how they were keeping people from noticing the changes. Surely, she couldn’t be the only one to have noticed this.

As she entered the break room, Andrea absently scratched an itch on her left breast. That action caused the over endowed woman to freeze. Her left hand started running over her left breast. After a moment, her right hand did the same to the gland on that side. After a minute, both hands stopped their motion. They had confirmed each other’s findings. Slowly Andrea looked down. She did not want to believe what her hands told her, and her eyes confirmed. But the proof was right there. Her breasts had not shrunk back to a G-cup.

[Quadhouse]

Chapter 9

Andrea stared at the time clock nervously. She had barely made it to work in time. It was only after she had tried on the dresses, that she remembered that she didn’t have her uniform with her. Not that it was much of a uniform. But she did need it for work. Now she was hesitant to clock in. So far, each time she clocked in her breasts had grown in size. She really didn’t want that to happen now. She was already way too big.

With a quick swipe, Andrea clocked in. She immediately braced herself, eyes closed. After a moment, she opened one eye and looked down. She saw the same sized breasts she had before she clocked in. She blinked. This wasn’t what she had expected. Not that she wanted her breasts to get bigger. She had just gotten used to them doing so when she clocked in.

“Hey new girl,” a voice called out. “Are you going to stand there all day? Get to work!”

Startled, Andrea jumped a little. She grimaced at the motion this caused in her breasts. She turned and walked to the dining area. All the while under the glare of a brunette. The brunette’s tits were a little over half the size of Andrea’s.

“We have no place for slackers here,” the brunette said as Andrea walked away.

Andrea just shook her head. There’s always one of those at every business. The one who seems to only validate their existence by insulting or commanding others. She knew it was better to just ignore the woman. Anything she would twist anything Andrea said. She heard the woman sniff and walk away. A few minutes later, she had put away her purse and was heading to the dining area. She received her table assignment and went to work.

After an hour of work, Andrea noticed something strange. Stranger than normal that is. All of the waitresses’ boobs were slowly, but steadily, growing larger. Hers included. When she first arrived, the smallest pair looked to be about a G-cup. Now, none of them had boobs smaller than their heads. Again, none of the waitresses or the customers noticed anything different. No matter how often a waitress came back to a table bigger than when she left, the customers did not say a word. Nor did the waitress. It was a good thing that the clothes changed with them. But she was wondering just who made women’s pullover shirts in the sizes she was seeing.

It didn’t long for the drawback of having so many busty waitresses in one room became apparent. The girls were running out of room. When she started, they all had plenty of room between the tables. Now, their boobs were starting to touch as they walked by each other. Soon they would be pressed together.

Of course, the customers noticed. Most of the men openly stared whenever it happened. The women tried not to look. But it was like watching a train wreck: they could not, not watch. They, at least, had sympathy in their eyes. Andrea discovered that whenever there was a woman at the table, that table had a larger than normal tip on it. She checked with the other waitresses. They said that this happened every Saturday. They couldn’t figure out why either. Andrea knew, but she couldn’t tell them. She hoped they all would shrink back to normal at the end of the shift.

As she worked, Andrea noticed that the brunette from earlier was watching her. She couldn’t do anything without her staring. After an hour of constantly being watched, she pulled Nicole to the side. “Nicole,” she said. “What’s with the brunette who can’t stop staring at me?”

“Oh, that’s Sarah,” Nicole answered after looking at the woman. “Don’t mind her. She’s a bitch. Before you arrived, she was the biggest and best waitress. Got more in tips than the rest of us. Now that you’re here, she’s no longer the best. And even a blind man can tell that she’s not the biggest.”

“That’s just great,” Andrea said with a sigh. “Can you tell me where’s she been since I started?”

“Vacation,” came the answer. “She went back home to spend some time with her family. Understandable at this time of year. But most people would have only taken a week or two off. Not almost a whole month.”

“She expected to have the top spot when she came back?”

“You got it,” Nicole said. “Didn’t expect someone like you would be here. A girl with experience and has bigger tits. It’s driving her crazy. So, she’s bound and determined to prove that she’s better than you.”

“But I’m not trying to compete with her,” Andrea said.

“And that’s the kicker,” Nicole giggled. “You’re not doing anything to compete, but you’re doing much better than she is. And you nice on top of that. Believe me, the other girls have noticed. Some of them have started pointing things out that you do better.”

“Jesus! They’re escalating things.”

“Don’t worry. She won’t get physical. The most she’ll do is try to intimidate you. Which won’t work either. You’re pretty intimidating yourself.”

“But I’m not doing anything,” Andera protested.

“You’re not, but your boobs are.”

Andrea blinked. She couldn’t see what Nicole was talking about.

“Girl, next to Elizabeth, you have the biggest tits here. For a lot of us, that’s damn intimidating. Even if you’re nice. Especially when you’re nice. It’s the nice, quiet ones you really have to watch.”

Andrea didn’t know how to take that. “Uh, if you say so,” she finally said. “Anyway, back to work. The food isn’t going to deliver itself.” With that, she went back to work. She did her best to ignore Sarah. Whatever her problem was, she didn’t want anything to do with it. She was here to work. And to find out what was causing all the female employees’ breasts to change size.

* * *

Andrea gave a sigh of relief as she cleaned off her last table. It was the end of her shift and soon she’d be able to clock out. She picked up her tray of dirty dishes and half of the twenty-dollar tip. One of the other waitresses would have to wipe the table clean. She was now too big to reach. Andrea couldn’t thing of a word big enough to describe the size of her breasts. They now reached down to her thighs and, together, were twice as wide as she was. Even at this unbelievable massive size, her breasts still had very little sag. They projected over three feet in front of her. The only time she had seen boobs this colossal was when Elizabeth was using her desk as a bra. She did not want to see the manager now. Her boobs were probably large enough to rest on the floor while she was standing.

Andrea picked up the tray and made her slow way to the kitchen. This was another thing that she didn’t like. At her current size, her walking speed was barely more than a slow crawl. Little old ladies could walk faster than her. Granted, they didn’t have her particular problem, but they still moved faster. She could not wait to clock out.

She didn’t slow as she approached the doors to the back. She couldn’t help the grimace on her face as her breasts opened the doors. That was two more things she didn’t like. Her breasts were so wide that she could not go through a normal sized door. She had to use a double door. Thankfully, “The Rack” had double doors on all employee entrances. Something she hadn’t noticed before. That is if that hadn’t changed with the increase in boob size.

Andrea also didn’t like the fact that her boobs extended further than what she could reach. In order to reach anything in front of her, she’d have to turn to the side. That was not much of an option. Especially in a crowded room or one with a lot of people. Even in the kitchen, Andrea found herself knocking things over or bumping into people with her boobs. It didn’t help that the one she bumped into the most was Sarah. Somehow, she was almost always there when Andrea was turning.

Andrea couldn’t explain it. It was like the woman was trying to find a reason to be made at her. She did her best to avoid the woman though. Andrea did not want a fight. Especially with her boobs being so big. She just wanted to go home and soak. She dropped off her tray of dishes near Charles, the dishwasher. Gave him a small wave and made her way to the employee locker room. Once there, she gathered her things and went for the time clock.

Andrea sighed in relief as she approached the time clock. Eagerly she turned so she could reach it. There was no way she was going to press her breasts against the wall like she had seen some of the other waitresses do. She clocked out and waited. And waited. And waited. She stared down in surprise and worry. Her breasts were not shrinking. They were supposed to be shrinking.

“I thought you’d be on your way out,” Janet, another waitress said. She was a tall, leggy brunette. He legs would have been her best feature if it weren’t for the beach ball sized tits hanging from her chest.

“Um,” Andrea said as she looked helplessly at the waitress.

Janet stared at Andrea for a moment, then looked at the door. “Oh, I get it,” she said with a grimace. “Let me check to see if your ride is here.” Janet walked to the employee entrance, opened one of the doors and poked her head out. Andrea heard a faint honk.

“They’re there,” Janet said as she pulled her head back in. “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to risk scratching my boobs on doors any more than I’d have to.” She opened the doors wide.

That wasn’t what Andrea was worried about. But she couldn’t tell Janet that. Reluctantly, she went through the doors. After a quick look, she slowly walked to her friends. They had gotten out of a full-sized van and were waiting on her. “Hello, Andrea,” Mary said with an eager wave.

“Hey girls,” Andrea replied. “Been waiting long?”

“No,” Diane said as she slid the side door open. “I did manage to convince the boob crazy one to wait out here though.”

“It was a big sacrifice,” Mary said in mock sadness.

“I appreciate your sacrifice,” Andrea said sarcastically. “Any stops before we head home?” She was eyeing the van and wondering how she was going to get in.

“Just straight home,” Diane answered. “You look like you’ve had a rough day. And I know we have. Finding good looking clothes that’ll fit your body is not easy”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Andrea said with a blush. “I could order everything off the ‘net.”

“And have you deal with clothes and bras that don’t quite fit,” Diane demanded. “I wouldn’t be a friend if I let you do that. That’s why Mary and I went shopping for you. Between the two of us, we know where all the places you can get custom clothes and bras made.”

“I didn’t know people sold size circus tent,” Andrea said jokingly.

Mary poked the breast nearest to her, hard. Causing the ridiculously endowed women to yelp. “I don’t want to hear you say that about yourself again,” Mary said. “There is nothing wrong with you or your body.”

Andrea stared at her friend in shock. She had never heard Mary say anything like that before. She also wanted to rub where she had been poked. But Mary had poked her outside of her reach. “I was just joking,” she said. “I have to do something to make the stares and rude comments better.”

“Insulting yourself is not the way to do that,” Diane said. “Even if it makes it so that others can’t use those words against you.”

“Can’t we do this at home,” Andrea asked. “I’ve had a long day and my boobs aren’t getting any lighter.”

“Yeah, we can do this at home,” Diane said after looking at Mary. We just need to get you loaded first.” She and Mary then moved to her right. They then turned Andrea until she was parallel with the van.

“Ready,” Diane asked.

Before Andrea could answer, her friends lifted her right tit and started moving toward the van. The overendowed woman didn’t have any choice but to follow. Andrea’s face turned red as she felt her nipples rise. She knew her friends weren’t playing with her. They were only helping her into the van. But she could do this herself. Once Andrea was standing in the vehicle, Diane and Mary quickly exited and lifted her other gland. They pushed that one inside.

Once inside, Andrea found there was only one seat in the back. Obviously, it was for her. With a sigh she sat down. Diane came into the back. “Excuse me,” she said and proceeded to reach into Andrea’s cleavage. Her arm, shoulder, head, and part of her upper body disappeared into Andrea’s dark valley as the busty woman stared in shock. She knew her cleavage was deep. How could she not? But she didn’t know it was that deep.

Before Andrea could say anything, she felt a pull. Her breasts were suddenly separating and lowering. Diane pushed herself out of her friend’s cleavage. “Now that the girls are settled, we can go.”

Andrea could only blink in response. Having her breasts resting on the floor of the van brought a whole realization of her size. One which she was not sure she wanted to receive. She just sat quietly while her friends drove her home.

Andrea didn’t remember much of the trip home. To her, one moment they were in the parking lot, then the next they were at home. After tightening her bra back up, Diane and Mary helped her out of the van and into the house. They squeezed her breasts close enough together to ger her through the door. Once inside, Diane loosened the bra again.

“It’s easier to get you through the doors if your tits have some wiggle room,” Diane said to Andrea’s look.

“And they won’t pull you out of your seat,” Mary put in. “We learned that the hard way.”

Andrea didn’t answer. She just settled into her seat. The next thing she knew, they were home. Diane slid the door to her left open and climbed in. “Excuse me,” she said as she reached into Andrea’s cleavage. Her arms, head, and shoulders slipped in the yawning canyon of flesh.

Andrea’s face heated as her friend searched for something. “You know, I can get that,” Andrea said after a moment.

“We tried that before,” came Diane’s muffled reply. “It looked weird having your upper body engulfed by your boobs. Besides, who do you want in here: me or Mary?”

Andrea had to admit that Diane had a point. Mary would have done more than grab whatever Diane was looking for. At the very least, she would have rubbed or grabbed a handful of boob. Not that having a full-grown woman diving into her cleavage was a good thing.

It wasn’t too much longer before Diane started pulling herself out. As she did, Andrea felt her bra pushing her breast together as well as lifting them off the floor. “There we go,” Diane said as she finished. “Now we can get you inside.”

“Um, where’s Mary,” Andrea asked as she looked around for the other woman.

“She went inside to start your bath,” Diane said. “We don’t need her help. Getting you out is a lot easier than getting you in.”

The busty woman looked at her friend for a moment, then slowly stood up. Her massive mammaries touched the backs of the seats in front of her. She started to exit the vehicle only to stumble as it shifted from her weight. She caught herself on the frame and gave her friend a look.

“I can’t believe you,” Diane said shaking her head. “Every single time you do this. The van just shifted a bit. It’ll take much more than this to make you fall.”

“You’re not the one carrying a couple hundred pounds of boobs in front of you,” Andrea said. “Let’s put you in my position and see how well you do.”

“Ha,” Diane said. “I wouldn’t be in your position. I’d keep my happy butt home. I don’t se why you can’t do that.”

Andrea didn’t answer until she was out of the van. “I want to be independent,” she heard her mouth say. “I know it’s only a matter of time before the only thing I can do is webcam shows. I want to put that shit off as long as possible.”

Diane nodded. She had friends that did webcam shows. They’ve told her of some the requests they’ve received. She did not want her friend to end up like that. Even though she knew it was inevitable.

For Andrea, entering the house was a little embarrassing. With the size of her breasts, she was wider than the door. So, she and Diane had to squeeze her breasts tighter together to get them through. Diane then guided her to the bathroom.

“Thought I was kidding about the bath, didn’t you,” Diane asked.

“Honestly, I don’t care,” Andrea said. “I just want to relax.”

“Well, the bath will help. Now start stripping. If you don’t make a fuss, I’ll keep Mary from helping you.”

Andrea started stripping. She needed help with her shirt and bra. She had never seen any piece of clothing or underwear as big as those two things. Where could she have gotten them? Who would have made something as big as them in the first place? The fact that she had them meant that somebody made them. She did not want to think there was a market for clothing in her size.

One undressed, her friends helped her into the tub. Again, it was something that was a lot larger than a normal tub. Even a whirlpool or hot tub. But she thought Diane’s parents bought this for them. Or just her after Diane explained her situation. At least, she believed that’s what happened. After a moment, she felt the front of her breasts being scrubbed. Andrea opened her eyes to see her friends cleaning her.

“Um, what are you doing,” Andrea asked her naked friends.

“Cleaning you,” Diane answered.

“We might as well do it now as in the morning,” Mary added. “It’s a lot easier on all of us.”

“Then there’s the fact that you can’t clean your boobs very well,” Diane put in. “I’ve seen you try. By the time you finish with your boobs, you’re tired and sweaty. Sort of defeats the purpose of taking a bath.”

Andrea wanted to argue. But, considering the size of her tits, she really couldn’t. Lacking any other option, she began to wash the rest of her body. Soon they were all finished. Diane and Mary helped Andrea out of the tub. They dried her off and helped her into a pair of panties, nightgown, and a robe.

“There,” Diane said as they finished. “Now we’re ready for movie night.”

“Movie night,” the overendowed woman asked.

“I’ve been waiting for this night,” Mary exclaimed.

“Yes, movie night,” Diane said. “You need to relax somehow. I got the last three Marvel movies to come out. You did say you wanted to see them. We know you have a hard time going to theaters.”

Andrea stared at her friend. She knew she had seen those movies. In fact, all three of them had went to the theaters together. Then she looked down. She had forgotten that every time she changed size, her past changed as well. With boobs this size, she would have a hard time fitting in the aisles. Only the seats in the very front would accommodate her. And she hated sitting there.

Andrea shrugged, then had to brace herself against the wobble of her breasts. “Why not,” she said once she was stable.

“You go get the popcorn ready, Mary,” Diane said. “I’ll get Andrea comfortable.”

Fifteen minutes later, Andrea, and her breasts were sitting on the couch. A huge bowl of popcorn was sitting in her cleavage. Her friends were snuggled up to either side of her. She was wondering what she got herself into.

“Why are you two using my boobs as pillows,” Andrea asked.

“What else are we going to use,” Mary asked. “You and your boobs take up the whole couch.”

Andrea blinked. She hadn’t noticed. And she didn’t understand why she hadn’t noticed. There was barely any room for the two women to fit in. And that was with them snuggling up to her boobs. “And the popcorn in my cleavage,” she asked.

“We had to put it where we all could reach it,” Diane answered. “I made sure to get Mary to promise not to ‘accidently’ miss the bowl.”

Andrea wanted to argue, but she was tired. It didn’t help that all their arguments made sense. She did take up the couch and her cleavage was the only place where they all could reach the bowl. “Okay, she reluctantly said. “Let’s watch the movies.

A few minutes later. “Mary, stop humping my boob!”

“Mary!”

[SinisterTwin]

Thank you for posting another chapter!

[Quadhouse]

You're welcomed!

[calibretto]

Woohoo! I'm glad to see this story continued.

[Quadhouse]

I plan on finishing this story. I would have posted something earlier, but I live in Oklahoma, so it's been tense. But it's getting better. Unfortunately, more rain is in the forecast for most of this week.

[calibretto]

Originally Posted by Quadhouse

I plan on finishing this story. I would have posted something earlier, but I live in Oklahoma, so it's been tense. But it's getting better. Unfortunately, more rain is in the forecast for most of this week.

Stay safe out there.

[Quadhouse]

Chapter 5

Andrea flipped through her photo album in shock. She wouldn’t have believed it if she wasn’t looking at them herself. She knew she hadn’t needed a bra before she turned 15, but the pictures tell a different story. In the photo album, the pictures of her 15-year-old self, had large breasts. Bigger than what a teen that age should have. Flipping back, she found that she got her first bra at the age of 12. 3 years earlier than she remembered.

Andrea closed her photo album. Whatever caused her growth affected more than the people around it. It changed her entire life. That was terrifying. There was no way she could tell what else had changed. It wasn’t like she could call home and ask her mother about her life. With a sigh she fell back onto her bed. She grimaced as her unbound breast shook with the impact.

She couldn’t think of anybody she could ask to help either. None of the people at “The Rack”
noticed anything changing. Her roommates’ memories changed as well as her bust size. The average person would think she was crazy. Hell, she thought she was crazy. Boobs just don’t grow and shrink like that. But hers did. And it wasn’t only hers. The manager, Elizabeth, hers did too. But she didn’t notice a thing. Andrea believed she was the only one to notice the changes. Which meant she had to go back there. It was the only way she could get any more information on what happened and why.

Now that she decided that she was going back, Andrea had to figure out just how she was going to get the information she wanted. She knew she couldn’t ask any of the employees. None of them reacted to her changes in size. Not even Elizabeth. And Andrea’s breasts had shrunk right in front of her. She was going to have to do this on her own.

There was a knock on her door. “Andrea,” Diane called. “Is everything okay? We didn’t mean to upset you.”

Andrea sighed. She had quickly left her friends after hearing what they remembered of her past. “Everything’s okay,” she answered. “I was just . . . suddenly homesick.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Andrea said. “I’m just sitting here, looking through a photo album. Remembering home. You can come in if you like.” For a moment, Andrea thought Diane wouldn’t take her offer. Then her bedroom door slowly opened.

In the open door, stood Diane and Mary. They both had apologetic looks on their faces. “Are you sure it’s alright,” Mary asked. “If you need some alone time, we can go away.”

“It’s alright,” Andrea assured her friends. She waved them in. “Come in. We can look through my pictures together.”

Slowly the two women approached Andrea. With every step they watched her. Making sure that their presence was accepted. “What pictures are you looking at,” Diane asked as they approached.

“Just some pictures of me when I was in high school,” Andrea answered.

Mary sat next to Andrea and looked at the album. “Andrea,” she said. “How old are you in this picture?” Diane sat on the other side of Andrea and looked at the picture. She couldn’t help but to start staring.

Andrea didn’t blame them for staring. The picture was almost the same as what she remembered taking. She was wearing a Minnie Mouse T-shirt and matching shorts. Her hair was in pigtails. She had an open smile on her face, like she was laughing. She remembered that her mother had made a fool of herself just to get her to smile. She had gotten braces the week before and was embarrassed about them. The only thing different were her breasts. It’s not often you see a 12-year-old girl filling a D-cup bra.

“I was twelve in this picture,” Andrea told her friends.

“Twelve,” cried Mary. “You had bigger boobs then than I do now!”

“Sorry?” Andrea weakly said.

“Don’t mind her,” Diane said. She was doing a better job of hiding her shock at Andrea’s younger self’s size. “She should have known that you would have big boobs when you were younger.”

“It wasn’t my idea,” Andrea said. “I didn’t want them then and I don’t want them now.”

“You wouldn’t understand what it’s like have small boobs,” Mary said. “Big ones are beautiful.”

Andrea rolled her eyes. “That’s the media talking,” she said. “Remember, they also set an upper limit to them as well. Go over that, and suddenly you’re a bimbo, slut, or a porn star.”

“But that isn’t fair,” Mary blurted. “You shouldn’t be judged just because you have huge boobs!”

“No, it’s not,” Andrea said. “But that’s the way people are.” Andrea wondered where these words were coming from. She had never experienced anything like this in her life. “I don’t expect things to change any time soon.”

“They better not say any of that around me,” Mary warned. “Big boobs are wonderful. Gigantic ones are even better.”

“We’ll defend you,” Diane said with a roll of her eyes. “You’re our friend. And friends have each other backs.”

“And we always will,” Mary said. “Now, what other pictures do you have in there?” The three friends looked through Andrea’s album the rest of the night.

~ * ~

Andrea woke up slowly and confused. There was a large weight siting on her chest. She thought either Mary or Diane were pranking her. She tried to use her hand to remove the weight. Instead, she got a surprise. Not only did she feel her hand touch the weight, she felt the weight being touched by her hand. Her eyes snapped open as she threw off the sheet and comforter.

Andrea stared at her night shirt was pushed up by two large mounds. Slowly she raised one hand and pulled up the collar of her shirt. She stared at the large pale mounds on her chest. Her head dropped back onto her pillow as last night’s memories came back. “It wasn’t some messed up dream,” she groaned. She turned her head to look at her alarm clock. It was close enough to time to get up that she decided not to go back to sleep.

Andrea rolled out of bed. She grimaced at the motion of her large breasts. She knew she’d have to get used to it. At least, until she figured out how to turn herself back to normal. She hoped it wouldn’t be too long. She did not want to live with breasts this size longer than she had to. She had classes to go to before she had to be at work. No matter how much she dreaded going back there. She grabbed a clean pair of panties, a bra, and her robe, then headed to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, she placed her underwear down and stripped while the shower warmed. She glanced at the mirror and froze. It was only at this time, that Andrea realized that she hadn’t looked at her breasts. She had seen them last night when she took her bath. But she hadn’t looked. Now she looked.

All Andrea could say about her breasts was they were her breasts. Other than the size, they were still the same. They had the same full teardrop shape as her previous size. The nipples and areolas were, of course, larger, but still the same shade of pink. The skin had the same smooth texture she remembered. Her sensitivity hadn’t increased or decreased. If anybody else saw her breasts, they wouldn’t think nothing, except for their size, was unusual about them. But she knew different. With a shake of her head, Andrea stepped into the shower. She didn’t have time to stare at her breasts. Showering was the same, except for the first time in her life, Andrea had to lift her breasts to wash under them.

~ * ~

Andrea couldn’t stop herself from stretching as she stepped out of her car. She could see heads turning to stare at her. Or, more specifically, her large breasts. As soon as she could, she assumed a more normal posture. The drive to the campus was more annoying than she expected. Between the other drivers staring at her and the way the seatbelt kept trying to slide between her breasts, that was the worst drive she had ever had. It only added fuel to her determination to find out what was happening at “The Rack.”

Even though she was wearing a coat over her sweater and blouse, people still watched Andrea. She could see them out of the corners of her eyes. She tried to ignore both the stares. But they were impossible to ignore. Especially when the guys wolf whistled at her. Why did men have to be so vulgar? Couldn’t they just tell the woman that they liked the way she looked? She shifted her shoulders in an effort to adjust her bra. It fitted nicely, but it did little to stop jiggle. She thought about wearing the sports bra she had seen, but it looked like it was a spandex T-shirt. A shirt with built in bra cups. She remembered seeing busty women jogging in the gym. Their breasts were smaller than what she had now, and they bounced all over the place in their sports bras. She didn’t think the one she saw would have been much, if any, better.

As she went through her day, Andrea couldn’t help but notice that everybody treated her differently. The men treated her as if she was some stupid bimbo. The women treated her as if she was sleeping with her professors. The only people who didn’t treat her any different were here friends. But even they had shown signs of being affected by her changes. Even if it was believing she had always been this endowed.

Lunch was horrible. Even though she was sitting with Diane, Mary, and a few other female friends, guys kept coming over to hit on her. When she rejected them, they accused her of being either a bitch or a lesbian. “Why can’t they just leave me alone,” she asked her friends after one particularly obnoxious guy left.

“Because their fragile male pride won’t let them,” one of her friends answered.

“Jill don’t start one of your man-hating rants,” another of friends said. “We don’t want to hear it and not all men are like that. Unfortunately, we’re getting a bunch of bad ones today.”

“I can’t wait for the day to be over with,” Andrea said. “I just want to go home and relax.”

“Remember, you have work today,” Mary reminded her friend.

“Shit,” Andrea said. “I had forgotten about that.” She sighed. “Well, it shouldn’t be worse than here.”