BREAST BUY Fleshed Out 1.2: Welcome to Breast Buy! (Patreon)

Based on the comic written by Jessie Star and illustrated by MooseTracks8008 

Part 1.1 

Jessie stared into her bathroom mirror at her G cup breasts sitting securely in their black satin bra, the creamy cleavage speckled with reddish freckles a comforting sight. She had made it her first full day at Breast Buy and was the same size as ever. Everyone around her had tried to persuade their new manager that expansion wasn’t that big of a deal and the “downsizer”, a horribly named device for a retail business in her opinion, helped them all return to their normal size at the close of day.. But that was an issue for her, it could at best return her to her normal size. Jessie Star was overly large for her frame to begin with and most everyone at the store were… C cups at most, less than half her size! And with how often things went wrong with the expansion tech some of them would be double her size by their shifts end. That was a 300% boost! She gulped as she considered what her own breasts would look like, feel like, at three times their mass. She grabbed her blue polo slipping it over her head and wrestling it over her chest, the fitted garment leaving nothing to the imagination. She had survived working with Teat Squad who, though had mishaps from complicated technical issues, were technicians and actually gave a damn about being careful! Today, she was on the floor with her team of blue shirts, the biggest combination of “screw ups” and “could carelesses” she had ever seen. “Deep breaths Jess, you’ll get them into shape.”


A Forty-five minute drive later and Jessie Star was clocking in as sales manager. It was slow, being both morning and a Thursday, the perfect atmosphere to teach. “Welcome to Breast Buy” she said to a customer as they wandered in nervously. Why was he nervous she wondered. Was he nervous the products would change him? Was he horny to see someone changed? Or maybe he’s just a really bad shoplifter, who knows. All things to figure out while ironing out her Sales Staff and customer relations.


“Ahem” Nelly jumped a foot off the ground as her new manager cleared her throat behind her.


“Oh Miss Jessie, I didn’t see you there” she squeaked like a frightened mouse.
“Why so nervous Nell?” Jess asked as she leaned against a display next to the short plump college girl.


“Oh I don’t know, I feel like I’m always nervous. This job is just…I don’t know if I’m cut out for all this craziness.” The Brunette looked down shyly.


“Well that’s why I’m here Nelly, help get this place feeling less crazy and more safe and smooth” Jess bumped shoulders with her young sales associate hoping to get her at least past this shutdown start.


“I-I s-sure hope so Miss Jessie. The tech in here scares me. I don’t know why so many act like it’s no big deal. I’ve gained twenty pounds since I started!” She looked up at her manager eyes watering.


“Hun! Why don’t you use the downsizer?” Jess asked her, was this girl so nervous she didn’t even know how to undo the-


“No Miss Jessie… it’s from… stress eating”


“..Ah, well… yes. We all have those moments.” That was awkward.. best to turn the conversation to something else quickly. “Oh look, we have someone looking at cameras. Why don’t you help them out!”


Nelly’s eyes went wide as saucers behind her glasses “I can’t help them!”


“Why not?” Jess cocked her head and raised an eyebrow.


“Look at them, they have like… like a..” Nelly stumbled over her studders


“Are you talking about their moose antlers” Jess pressed.


“Well yeah!” the poor sales girl turned all shades of red.


“Nelly, we can’t pick and choose who we help based on how they look…” Granted he wasn’t something you saw every day, but the store had someone trapped in the loading dock from tits as large as vans, the world was a strange place now, antlers were nothing.


“No, it’s not that I don’t want to help him. I’m just afraid I’ll stare and make him uncomfortable and feel bad and, and, and”


“Look” The red headed manager put her hand on Nelly’s shoulder, hoping she wouldn’t break into tears right her on the race track, what retailers call the path way that circles all the departments. “Let me… help him, you just watch and try to take mental notes, ok? You hearing me Nelly?” The girl nodded looking extremely embarrassed and Jess broke away to take care of the moose antlered man. Okay Jessie, just show them how it’s done, she thought. Notice what he’s trying out, make small talk, easy peasy. “Sir? Did you need any help with the Nip-con 40DDD?”


The antlered customer turned to her in his gray hoodie, the demo camera, still chained to the display shelf, held in front of him. “Um sure, I was wondering if you had any of these in Moose Colors.” Jess thought what might constitute as “moose colors”, brown possibly? Maybe a chocolatey brown. It was unlikely but she could check if they-


Jess froze like a deer caught in a hunter’s rifle’s scope, the camera casually pointed in her direction. It’s angry red light blinking furiously, indicating it was ready to fire off six shots back to back while the unaware antlered patreon tried hard not to be amused when he accidentally zoomed in on her bosom. Breathing deep to keep her cool Jessie spread a wide forced smile on her face. “Um Sir,” she raised a finger to get his attention, “p-please be careful. The burst mode is on and you’re pointing it right at my-”


KLIK! KLIK! KLIK! KILK! KLIK! KLIK!


The process happened in just over a second, but for Jessie it was watching her biggest anxiety grow over the longest stretched moment she had ever experienced. Each Klik in the fraction of a second sent her tits surging forward into her tightening blue polo. Every shot adding weight, and heat and pleasure in her expanding bouncing bosom. The helpless sales Manager backed up into the display shelf, moaning and whimpering as her bra ran out of room, nipples throbbing and jolting in such unexpected pleasure and flustering feelings she had to snap her thighs shut. By the third Klik her ribs were getting crushed by watermelon sized tits in a bra that refused to pop. Jessie gasped and struggled with her polo and bra, her fingers hooking her underwire until she felt some short relief as her tits expanded downwards and out giving her more room to breath. Her bra slid to the top of her now massive mammaries. The relief was short lived when she realised the entire bottom half of her pumpkin sized polo-puppies were hanging out of the bottom of her shirt now, exposed to the store’s cool air.


Jessie’s breaths we slow and deep but she could feel the heavy sway from the wall of chest flesh now weighing her down. Thank god her nippls hadn’t flopped out into view, though distended and pinched by her battle-worn brazier which was creaking from her giant size. Jess was shaken back into being cognitive by the sound of Bea’s voice on her Walkie-Talkie. “Heeey Jessie you doin’ okay out there?” Bea’s voice tried to sound calm and reassuring but it was clear they were not used to sales people hitting this size so easily. F’n mother nature had given Jess that damn head start.




Jess took a deep breath, noticing how her top creaked as if it was on its last legs “I’m doin fine Bea.. how are you?”


“You need me to get you one of my old shirts? Maybe get the warehouse team to cart you over to the downsizer?” Jess thought about the downsizer, she would definitely need that tech today to get these problems off her chest… but she was less than an hour into her shift, and the device could only be used once per person per day! What if she got hit again? She’d be stuck till tomorrow! 


Jess took a big long sigh. “No Bea, since we can only use the downsizer once a day” she groaned at the thought “I won’t be needing it...yet!” Her eyes drifted over to the antlered customer she had all but forgotten, who startled and put the camera back when he realized he had just caused this.


“Yeah imma just leave this here.” he mumbled as he rolled into a hasty retreat “I think I hear my dentist calling me.” 


Jess didn’t care about losing the sale, her hand lifting and pressing into her warm wobbling flesh, it looked like a child’s palm on a small boulder. Her other hand clicked the walkie’s talk button again “Bea… please tell me you have one of your old bras as well?” She was going to need all the support she could get to make it another seven hours, hopefully with no growing complications.

To Be Continued...