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Summary: A high school senior is blackmailed by a male classmate and forced to take a pill regularly under his supervision, though she has no clue what the pill does. Contains: Female: breast expansion & more.

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Bryson’s eyes bulged when Jade arrived at the restaurant.

Her round EEs were bulging heavily against the low neck line of her formfitting dress. Jade had made sure to pump before the date, yet her breasts were still so full and round. She blushed, a bit amused by his fluster.

Bryson cleaned up well himself. He was wearing a tailored suit, his hair combed back sleek. He looked like a new man, the transformation rather astonishing. He had gone from a scruffy rustic to this smooth individual in just an hour or two.

“Wow,” said Bryson, taking her hand once she closed their distance.

“I guess I look different without the apron and ponytail,” Jade joked. She was still embarrassed that her revealing dress was one of the more conservative outfits in her designated wardrobe.

“You look amazing,” Bryson told her, causing Jade’s skin to warm. The two were led to a table, where he pulled out her chair for her.

“Drinks?” the waiter asked. “Perhaps a bottle of wine for the table?”

Jade was about to agree when Bryson interrupted.

“I’ll just have a beer,” he said. “And she’ll have…” He gave Jade a questioning look, “a ginger ale?”

Jade shut her mouth and nodded. She had almost messed up.

“Of course,” said the waiter. “I’ll give you time to browse the menu.” He left.

“I know you can’t drink with the, uh, the little one,” said Bryson.

“Yeah, can’t wait till he finishes nursing,” said Jade awkwardly. She tried to change the subject. “This place is really nice.”

“Yeah. It’s an old favorite.”

“It doesn’t seem your style,” said Jade.

“No?”

“It’s just kind of…fancy.” She giggled at his humored expression. “When you said we were getting drinks, I thought you meant a neighborhood bar or something.”

“I guess you have a lot to learn about me,” said Bryson. He seemed much more relaxed than he had ever been at the diner. Like this was his natural environment. It was a whole new side to him.

“I’m looking forward to it,” said Jade softly.

They had a great time.

-

The pump was definitely helping. Well, it wasn’t decreasing her size really, but it was at least stabilizing things. Jade’s newest bras had not yet gotten too tight for her. Her growth rate had decreased, or perhaps come to a stop altogether, though she was beginning to notice that she pumping with increasing frequency. For the first week or two she had only done it once a day or sometimes gotten away with alternate days. Lately, a single pumping session in the morning only lasted her till the evening, at which point her breasts felt hot and bloated, and she was tempted to pump a second time. And often she did give in to the temptation, if just to give her better chances at a good night’s sleep.

It was hard to say whether her problem was improving or worsening, but Jade stuck to her new routine. She would finish her assignment and I worry about the rest later.

Bryson missed a day at the diner. It was atypical enough that Jade decided she would put it in her weekly report. He was usually there Monday through Saturday for breakfast, staying home only Sundays, probably to sleep in.

The following day was also different, as Bryson arrived late in the afternoon rather than the morning. It was just before the end of Jade’s shift, but she found herself lingering, serving him a lunch of meatloaf and potatoes. He was quiet as usual, but happy and appreciative, as though he knew she was staying late just for him.

“How was your weekend?” he asked her, and the two got talking.

The door chimed, signaling the entrance of another customer. Jade didn’t really notice until she heard the heavy footballs. She glanced that way, Bryson following her gaze when it lingered.

It was a woman who was pregnant, panting, and waddling. She looked like she could drop twins at any moment and had even bigger tits than Jade’s. Jade had no clue why someone in that condition would be out of the house, let alone on their feet. Before Jade could move out from behind the counter, the other waitress hurried over to the woman and escorted her to a table.

“Yeah,” Jade picked up her conversation with Bryson. “I honestly don’t know about college. I thought I was committed to one major but now…”

Bryson was distracted. He was still looking at the pregnant woman, following her slow movements as she got to her table and eased herself down. He seemed magnetized, like he couldn’t tear his eyes away. And it was incredibly rude.

“Ted?” said Jade in disbelief.

Bryson startled. “What? I mean, yeah, you were talking about going back to school?”

She didn’t know why she was surprised. Bryson had always been a blatant pervert; always staring. Somehow she had thought it to be charming when it was just at her, but she was starting to realize how disgusting it was. I’m such an idiot.

Bryson was still looking her way, and Jade had to force herself to gather her composure. She plastered her face with a smile and reminded herself that she was Stacy Sanders, easy-going, provocatively-dressing, bimbo waitress with a baby. She didn’t even know why she has started talking about college. That was too personal. It was out of character, to boot.

“So you’re really into that?” Jade blurted, nodding to the pregnant woman, currently panting as she studied a menu.

“What?” said Bryson.

“Nothing,” said Jade. “More coffee?” She refilled his mug.

-

The following day, Jade didn’t know what came over her. When she climbed out of bed, her breasts were swollen, and nipples, aching. But rather than pumping as she usually did, she simply washed up and got dressed. What was the harm in skipping one morning? It’ll be fine, Jade rationalized.

Movement made the tightness of her breasts all the more evident. She walked gingerly into the diner that morning, going behind the counter, putting down her things, and tying her apron about her waist.

She proceeded with her early-morning ritual, opening the diner, starting the coffee, and heating up the griddle for the cook’s arrival.

But through all these different actions, she was hyperconscious of the discomfort and heat of engorgement. She was full to the brim, flesh tingling and nipples stinging. Her nipples pushed hard against her tight uniform, swollen and erect. They had grown unusually large over recent weeks. Jade took in long breaths, straining to contain their contents.

She didn’t know why she was doing this to herself. Well, maybe she had an inkling. Jade began to make herself an extra-large shake when she heard the routine jingle of the door that marked Ted Bryson’s arrival.

“G’morning,” he said to her turned back as Jade finished making her shake. “Isn’t it a little early for ice cream?” His voice was amused. She heard him take his usual spot at the counter.

Jade took a long sip from her straw as she turned to face him. “Never,” she assured, leaning on the counter so her cleavage was right in his face, the top of her uniform dress unbuttoned even lower than usual so her breasts were practically popping out of it.

Bryson gulped. “You look…nice,” he managed.

She was soengorged. She couldn’t stop squirming, her body dewy from the heat. Her uniform was stretching tight against her. She arched her back, pushing her chest out even more. God, the pressure was only getting worse. She panted quietly.

Bryson tried and failed to avert his eyes. It was hard with the F-cups shoved right in front of him. Jade felt strangely satisfied by this. She took another suck of her shake.

Crap! She sprung a leak. Jade tried to cover up her right breast, but the left one quickly joined in seeping milk into her uniform. Bryson opened and closed his mouth a few times. “It’s okay, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he babbled, face the color of a beet.

Jade stood there, flushed, seeping right there at the counter. Bryson couldn’t take his eyes off of her as the growing patches of milk spread to encompass her chest with dampness. He took a shuddering breath.

“I…I’ll be right back,” Jade managed, before hurrying off to the bathroom.

Once she closed the door behind her, she leaned back against it, chest heaving as she breathed heavily. She didn’t know why, but that has been strangely exhilarating.

-

Jade had realized the correlation between her consumption of the unpasteurized milk at the diner and her breast growth. She knew she had to stop drinking it regardless of how delicious it was. She tried to replace her addiction with other things. Like chocolate bars.

Her latest burner phone rang. Jumping as though she had been caught doing something wrong, Jade impulsively flung her candy bar into the small trash bin across her bedroom. She belatedly scrambled to grab her phone up from the far corner of her bed. “H-hello?”

“Jade, this is Agent Reed,” said Reed, as though it wasn’t immediately obvious. “We have reason to believe that the suspect is participating in a robbery tomorrow. We’re quite close to apprehending him. I need you to keep your eyes out for anything suspicious. If he’s nervous, if he’s carrying anything. Just stay on your toes and report back if necessary. We will have eyes on some of his known accomplices as well as the expected site of the crime.”

“Okay,” was all Jade could manage.

“Trash this phone,” said Reed, then she hung up.

-

When Bryson arrived to the diner the next day, he did seem a little preoccupied. He set down his keys on the counter and threw a glance at the door as it jingled with the entrance of another customer. Jade noticed a flash of yellow on his keychain. “A Tildon badge?” she said before she could stop herself.

Bryson jerked and only just seemed to notice her. He sat on his stool. “Yeah. You’ve heard of them?”

“Tildon orphanage system—I used to volunteer with them when I was younger.”

“Ah.” Bryson lifted his keychain, perusing the little yellow emblem there, before shoving it into his jacket pocket. “They give you this cheap badge every time you donate. I’ve got a million.”

“I had no idea,” said Jade, intrigued.

Bryson laughed. Maybe he saw her intrigue as skepticism, but he wasn’t offended. “I was brought up in the foster system. At Tildon, actually. It wasn’t great but, well, they got me through. And I’m doing alright. Figured I’d give back.”

“Wow Ted, that’s…that’s amazing,” said Jade. Maybe it was the something about him that had always drawn her. He had been private about his altruism. It only made her like him more.

The door jingled again, Bryson’s face snapping in that direction. “They’re good kids,” he said as he stood. “Well, most of them anyway. I like kids. Excuse me for a second.” He walked towards the front where another man was standing, waiting. Bryson nodded it to him and motioned towards a table where the two went and sat down. Cynthia, the other waitress, hurried over to offer them drinks.

Jade’s heart sank as she observed the grim nature of Bryson’s friend. He must’ve been an accomplice.

Ted Bryson was a good man. He didn’t deserve what was to come. She wanted to convince him to turn away from the crime, but there was no way of doing that without sabotaging the police. And she had eyes on her anyway. The diner owner. The undercover cop, who always sat by the window. Even Cynthia.

Jade’s heart was racing. She needed a minute. She went in the back, to the kitchen, pacing and panicking, as the cook threw her a look of concern.

“You alright, hun?” he called.

“I’m fine.” Jade forced a smile, but she just wanted to be alone. She walked off into one of the storage rooms off the kitchen. It served as a large pantry and also had an industrial fridge and freezer. Jade paced some more.

She had to stop this crime from happening. She couldn’t let Ted be put away. Knowing the seriousness of the case, he would likely go to prison for life. Maybe he had done some wrong in the past, but he was a good person. He was so much more than a criminal, and he just needed a chance to see that.

If she couldn’t intervene, she needed to figure out a way to stop him. Deter him. Distract Ted somehow. Maybe he wasn’t vital to the operation; maybe he could skip this one. But what could she possibly do to stop Ted from going off to commit a planned robbery?

Jade noticed her gaze on the fridge. “Oh.” She opened the broad doors. Inside was a variety of meats, cheeses, eggs, condiments, and other things. But her focus was on the gallon-sized jugs of fresh milk sitting there on the middle shelf, fresh off the farm the diner ordered from.

Unthinkingly, Jade heaved up a jug. She brought it to her lips, and started drinking.