[Story] Fio: February (Patreon)

Fio: February

          Naturally and rightfully distraught was Fio, at this sudden turn of events. In the relative blink of an eye, she was jobless. She had a fair amount of savings to last her, but she wasn’t the kind of person to simply lay down and stop. It didn’t take long for her to find a new footing.

          Only a few days had passed since being let go before she was already interviewing for a new job. It helped that a coworker knew a friend in the marketing industry, he promised there would be a guaranteed job for Fio given her credentials.

          The first phone interview was a success, and so was the second. The third interview was to be in person, and by then February was more than halfway over.  Even though these events would be considered a grand success, it was but a muted ding in Fio’s mind - and she filled her days with food and shopping. In the maelstrom of change and uncertainty, Fio was numb, and she went through the motions without thought or hesitation.

          It wasn’t until the day of the interview that Fio came back to her senses. She had just slipped on her new underwear and wanted to see them in the mirror. She blankly stared at the reflective pane, unable to comprehend what she was looking at. The gears spun in her mind, and her body grew warm. In one moment, the dam of understanding broke and the waters of lucidity flooded her mind.

          Her body was nearly synonymous with her breasts. Fio realized with pure shock the sheer volume of which her breasts encompassed herself. Her arms darted out and found that she could only cup her nipples while her arms were mostly extended. Her nipples fit snugly into the palms of her hand like a tangerine, and a glimpse of her areolae could be seen around the covering hands. The moment of clarity seemed to last forever, and the whole time Fio didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She looked like a sex freak, an extreme fetish porn star. But they were there in the flesh, and they were hers.

           Lost in the immediate moment, Fio recognized that the soft texture of her underwear felt nice against her engorged nips. She reached her hands between the fabric and gave her bumps a nice soft squeeze. Sex-tricity ran throughout her body as she rubbed her gigantic nipples, gently in the beginning but which then graduated to vigorous pumps. Her face expressed a heavenly smile, and her quivering womanhood expressed a flood of approval as her body rewarded her with dopamine.

          Fio came home later that day, her interview a rousing success.