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auline Tagerson woke up to an unusual set of hunger pangs. It
wasn't the usual craving for cereal and cinnamon-covered toast
that got her out of bed this morning; the exercise sessions
Pauline engaged in each night had never imbued her with such
an extra-strong appetite the following morning. Kenneth, Pauline's
husband, was the one with the appetite at the breakfast table.
This week, however, Kenneth was on an inspection tour of apartments
in Wyoming, leaving Pauline with that much less kitchen work
to do.
Donning a robe
and a pair of slippers, Pauline ambled down the stairs and entered
the kitchen. She felt her stomach actually grumble with impatience.
Without so much as a thought, she went to the cookie jar and
took a handful of fat-filled, calorie-laden butter cookies.
Those cookies usually served to sate her occasional need for
a snack. Judging by the way she wolfed them down, it was as
if she was making up for lost time.
Washing down
the cookies with a glass of milk, Pauline then turned to the
pantry. The cookies alone should've finished her appetite, yet
she still hungered. Cereals and breakfast bars were stacked
on the shelves, yet remained untouched. Next was the refrigerator.
Opening the cold storage bin, Pauline settled her gaze on a
package of sausage patties. It was nearly a full package, for
she and Kenneth had sausage for breakfast only once a week.
As with the cookies, Pauline took several patties from the package
and placed them in the food processor unit. As she waited for
the four minutes it took to heat the sausage properly, Pauline
indulged herself with another butter cookie and a full glass
of grapefruit juice.
The five sausage
patties were finished off as quickly as Pauline could consume
them. She really wondered what had made her so hungry for fatty
foods this morning. After dressing for work, she decided to
bring along her exercise outfit. Her workplace had an employee
gym, complete with a half-kilometer outdoor track. A few laps
would go a long way to burn off the fat she'd consumed at this
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ooking up from her work panel, Pauline saw her friend and co-worker
Hazel walk toward the desk. "Hi, Hazel," she said. "Do you have
the revisions I've asked for?"
The brown-haired
woman placed a memory chip and a sheet of plaspaper on Pauline's
desk. "Hello, Pauline. That's a rather nice blouse you're wearing
today." Hazel pulled up a chair and sat across the desk from
her friend. "I've never seen you wear something so airy and
puffy. It compliments your hairstyle beautifully."
"Thank you.
Normally I would wear this when I'm out dancing with Kenneth."
Pauline tugged at a part of her voluminous blouse. "I felt rather
warm this morning, so I decided to wear something that won't
add to any potential discomfort."
"Ah," Hazel
said amusingly, "I bet you're anxiously waiting for your hubby
to return home. Now that Corie has left for college, you and
Kenneth have the run of the house."
"Kenneth always
had the run of the house. Now with Corie gone, he can be more
like himself."
"Does it involve
beer and scratching?"
Pauline swatted
her friend's hand. "Hazel! Be nice! Just for that, you can buy
the fruit drinks after our lunchtime exercises."
"Okay. But time
will prove me right. See you at the gym at noon."
"Noon then,
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ust as she had done for the last ten years at work, Pauline
entered the employee gym for her midday exercises. Inside the
womens locker room, Pauline went straight for her locker and
proceeded to undress. Once the blouse and silk undershirt were
removed, she encountered a surprise. There, on what used to
be a chest flat as a table surface, were breasts. She'd had
breasts before, large enough to call upon the service of a 32C
bra. However, once she was finished breast-feeding her infant
daughter Corie, Pauline had reduced her breasts by means of
nanites. The subtle influence of the Flat Chest Society had
convinced Pauline --and many of her generation-- that breasts
were only needed for a short time during a woman's life. Once
the duty of breast-feeding was done, it was best to have the
ladybumps reduced to remove temptation and diminish lust.
Cupping herself,
Pauline knew she was at least a B-cup now. Goodness,
she thought, is that where all that food went this morning?
She checked her thighs, waist, and hips to see if they have
increased in size as well. They hadn't, and Pauline thought
she was imagining things. She cupped herself again and squeezed.
The sensation of feeling up her breasts, seventeen years distant,
returned with a vengeance. This cannot be a gland condition!
Someone's injected me with nanites! Hearing approaching
footsteps, Pauline hastily covered her front with a towel. She
turned to find her friend Hazel at the end of the row of lockers.
"Just give me
a minute," said Hazel. "We'll start our run together."
"Fine with me."
With Hazel out of sight, Pauline quickly donned her sweats.
The top was sufficiently loose and baggy to hide her new additions...
for now. Pauline was rightfully worried whether she was going
to get any bigger. Since it was a Friday, she was determined
to see a doctor at a walk-in clinic during the weekend. If nanites
were present, then they could be dealt with easily. If the growth
was caused by something else entirely...
Hazel made her
reappearance. "Hey, Pauline? Are you meditating or something?
We gotta get our laps in."
"I heard you
the first time," Pauline replied. Together, the friends made
three complete laps on the outdoor track. With every footfall,
Pauline felt her breasts move underneath her sweat top. The
comparison to semi-frozen gelatin molds came to Pauline's mind,
recalling the bounce and sway of her old C-cup size. She could
only imagine what walking with a D, E, or --perish the thought--
F-cup bosom would feel like, not to mention running with such
a big size. Thankfully, her sweat top didn't stick to her truly
sweaty breasts. Back in the locker room, Hazel went for her
favorite shower stall, for which Pauline was grateful as she
selected her own. Alone, she quickly washed herself and donned
her work clothes. The ample blouse stayed puffy, concealing
the slight swell of Pauline's breasts quite effectively.
Lunch, however,
brought on a fresh urge to eat fat-laced food. Pauline, in an
unconscious move, selected a helping of sausage patties with
a side order of syrup-drenched pancakes. It was a simple oversight
that allowed a portion of the breakfast service to carry over
to lunch. Even so, Pauline somehow knew she would've gotten
the next best thing in the service line. Cheese- crowded pasta
dishes and fried chicken would service the nanites (if nanites
were indeed the cause) just as well.
Hazel looked
incredulous at her friend's lunch plate. "Pauline, you've defeated
all the work you put into the run by eating that junk. Are you
planning to fast this weekend? Are you going to save yourself
for a big dinner on Sunday when Kenneth returns?"
Quickly, Pauline
decided to confirm her friend's playful guesses. "You mind reader!
Am I that obvious? When Kenneth gets home, he'll be treated
to a nice steak dinner and a dishful of dessert called me."
"Ah, I knew
there was a reason for it. You better eat those pancakes before
they get cold."
Those pancakes
and sausages ended in Pauline's stomach in short order. All
afternoon, as Pauline worked at her desk, she could've sworn
she felt her bust fill incrementally, millimeter by millimeter.
There was also a barely perceptible sensation of heat, as if
her breasts were swelling and rising like loaves of bread in
an oven. More than once that afternoon, she suppressed an urge
to open her blouse and satisfy her curiosity then and there.
Nor could she head straight home after work. Some necessary
shopping had to be done first.
At the fresh
produce store, Pauline picked out items for her weekend meals.
By the increased bounce of her bust, she knew she had grown
even larger since lunchtime. The fat in her lunch food, as well
as all those butter cookies she'd inhaled back at breakfast,
was more than likely in her boobs at the very moment. When she
came across a bin filled with cantaloupes Pauline had to grin.
Not even an ample blouse could hide breasts that big on her
slender frame. Good-sized apples, perhaps, but not cantaloupes.
The return home
was an exercise in controlled impatience. Pauline hugged her
grocery bag close to her chest, reducing the bounce of what
had to be a big bosom. Finally, at the house, Pauline stowed
the groceries and went up to the master bedroom. The blouse
buttons couldn't be undone fast enough, and she nearly ripped
the garment apart in her haste. Not slowing for a moment, she
then took off the silk undershirt. She nearly gasped in shock
at what she saw.
"God above and
Devil below!" Pauline's little hands were able to cover her
B-cup breasts back at lunchtime. Now, six hours later, she had
more than a handful of breast in each hand. "I had to have grown
two cup sizes in the last six hours!" She told herself out loud.
"At this rate I'll have basketballs on my chest come work time
Monday morning! What am I going to do?" |
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