BREAST BUY Fleshed Out 1.5 Blow Out Sales (Patreon)

                                                         BREAST BUY Fleshed Out!

                                                                                  By Jessie Star

Based on the Comic By MoosenTracks8008 and Jessie Star

Part 1.5

"Blow Out Sales"

Continuation of “I Think You’re Projecting” 1.4 

Nelly tugged on her customer’s ankle with all her might. One minute, she’s trying to demo something for him, the next he is wedged between her managers giant sized...bottom? Well her projected rump. Or teleported and magnified dareier? It was all so confusing. This was the reason she could never move to Teat Squad. She tugged again, and then finally let her feet leave the floor, using all her weight to pull him free with a “pop!”. The poor guy staggered backwards and landed right back in the comfy chair he was sitting in from the beginning. And yet, he seemed to be ok, his hair a little mussed but a giant smile on his face all the same.

“NELLY!” Jessica’s panicked screech echoed through the home theater demo room. “Nelly get over here! It’s eating my ass!” Nelly blanched at the language as she bounced over to her manager Jess still gettinging sucked into the 3DDD projetor. Breaking the rules of physics, her rear was gobbled into the thing up to her thighs, and somehow her ass was coming out of the projection screen across the room at maybe 100x it’s normal size. This was all so overwhelming Nelly didn’t know quite where to start.

“Here miss Jessie.. let me..um..try to help you out here.” Nelly adjusted her glasses and grabbed the projector, struggling to lift and tug but it just sent Jess staggering to the ground with an “oof!”, the behemoth butt on the wall opposite of them jiggling maddly.

The radio crackled and Bea, the general manager's voice came through.  “Nelly, What’s going on in there?Jess isn’t answering her radio, do you need a couple extra hands?”

“Or Forklift possibly” Nelly looked back at the gigantic naked freckled Jess booty.

“What?!” Bea questioned.

“No forklift, just put some elbow grease into it, Nelly!”Jess wriggled and wiggled her backside as the sensation in her hips got tighter and tighter. Nelly grabbed the projector blocking it’s light, yet it didn’t change that Jessie’s ass was still on the wall and still titanic. She jerked it upwards sending Jess to the ground as her rear end was lifted up with a crash.

“Almost got it” Nelly tugged harder, sending Jessie into a face plant of her own breasts. The buttons of her white Teat Squad shirt strained, close to bursting.

“I can’t breath!” Jess gasped, her voice muffled by her own chest “Stahp!” Nelly tugged and tugged, each time Jess’ monster sized projected ass swung up and hit the ceiling, tiles falling in pieces. The building shook like an earthquake as it was pounded by her rear.

“Allllmooost..” Nelly felt a shudder in the machine, the weight attached to it becoming less and less. She must have done it! Gotten Jess fr- “Oh holy frack!” She dropped the projector back on the stand, freaked out at the sight of her new manager being sucked further into the machine like a cartoon character. Legs, waist and arms all slurped like a spaghetti noodle.

“GROOOAAWOAAAHAOAH!!!” the red head garbled, her face and breast smooshing together as they tried to fit into the projector’s small port. Her eyes were wide, everything felt so weird and wild. Like she was being slurped down a whirlpool, her breasts squashed against her chin and mouth. Sputtering as she became her own human motorboat, and then.. Boomf. She was gone. Nelly crept over to the smoking projector, then at Jessie’s wobbling rear on the now cracked wall, then back at the projector… nothing happened.

“Miss Jessie?” She inched closer to the projector and whispered again “Miss Jessie.. Can you he-” BWWWEEEEEE. The home theater equipment kicked into high gear, fan wailing like an alarm and weird lights strobing from it’s lens. The sales associate jumped back in terror. What could she do, but run? Her sneakers squeaked on the floor in her mad dash only remembering her customer halfway into the next department. She sprinted back in to find him still sitting in the chair grinning like an idiot. “Oh! Sir please get up! We should-” BAAAANG. Nelly was now in a slow motion world. She remembered seeing giant feet and thighs whooshing by her, two speeding trains of plump pale legs taller than twice as tall as she was. Her manager's giant bottom and all the other things attached to it came at her, enveloping the customer, chair and all, threatening to take her as well. There were crashing TVs.. crumbling walls.. and all became warm freckled darkness.

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Jessie had been floating in darkness. Her body, sucked into some digital void, nothing around but empty blackness. There was no feeling or sensation anywhere but her rear, which was chilly, exposed and stuck on some square hole. “So… this is a thing now” She crossed her arms, realizing her clothes had not survived the trip. “Figures! Are..” The Breast Buy manager hefted her breasts in surprise when her arms couldn't cross over them.. “Are these even bigger!? Well… not as big as the camera incident at least, I just need to figuuuuuooooh!” She wailed as she was sucked through her ass hole… the hole that her rear was wedged in that is.

The world was too bright for a minute, her naked body flopping in the dirt, surrounded by... toy cars? Some of them rolled away on their sides as her beach ball breasts pushed swelled forwards. Oh.. but those weren’t toy cars she realed after a moment. It was a tiny parking lot or… rather she was a giant. “Ok, much bigger than the camera incident.” She covered her nipples as a tiny squeaky wife swatted at her dumbfounded tiny husband who had been staring. Jess tried to get up but the tight fit of the crumbling building around her big bottom held her in place. “Crap.”

Nelly stumbled out of the store, avoiding the big yellow sign that had been knocked off the storefront above the entrance. It had taken the Teat Squad fifteen minutes to dig her out from the rubble and flesh. She pulled the customer out with her, hand never letting go of his. Nelly feared he would call his lawyer the minute they saw daylight, but instead he was live streaming, raving about the amazing tech at “Breast Buy”. Wobbling past him she made it to the corner of the building where she saw Bea on her scooter. You knew things were really bad when Bea came out of her office. The GM’s (general manager’s) curves were so big now she couldn’t walk under her own power. Nelly leaned against some rubble as she tried to hear what Bea was saying while she looked up at the sky. “I know this is awkward” she called from her scooter “but hey! Look at the publicity you’re bringing our store.” 

Who was Bea talking to? Nelly looked upwards at the oddly warm squishy rubble she was leaning on, so round and large… and freckled.. “Holy Moses!” she pulled her hand away from Jessie’s giant rack, higher than the ceiling of the store and now quaking as the new ginger giantess adjusted her car sized hands to cover her nipples.

Bea continued “And our Teat Squad is working very hard to find a fix…”

“Well isn’t that encouraging'' Jess rolled her eyes, ass still stuck in the crumbling building trying to ignore some of the jabs and squirms she knew were people. Her breasts like two jello filled zeppelins feeling a bit of a draft. But what else could she do? So she laid there grumbling, ignoring the pointing onlookers and dude with a guitar singing a Steven Universe song over and over at her, waiting for “the fix”. What was she going to do if they couldn’t fix it? What would she do if this was life now, too big to get a job anywhere inside her pale skin would fry from outdoor life. And what about clothing. Her bras cost her $75 a pop as it is! What were they gonna cost now with cups bigger than dump-trucks and straps with the strength of a construction crane!... And her food budget! Holy shit she would need to order 300 fast food number fives to equal a mouth full. Please please figure this out guys, she internally whined. But as the day dragged on she began to get nervous. Even with her big old head way above the other employees she could see them fidgeting, worrying, even Bea’s confident “boss smile” seemed tired and overworked. Whispers about the damaged building and corporate shutting them down could be heard. Little blurbs like “We’ll never make the revenue to pay for all this” and “Are they gonna close us Miss Bea?” There was little Jess could do about her size… but being this close to the highway, maybe there was something she could to help everyone stay more positive. And if they stayed more positive maybe they would stay motivated, and fix her before she had to start taking all her baths down in the bay!

Jess turned and looked at Nelly, who was pacing around like a caged wild animal. It was pretty clear she was worried this was all going to blow back on her. “Nelly, round everyone up, tell them to get all the merchandise out of any danger zones and to the front of the store.. Or even IN front of the store yard sale style. Just make sure Asset Protection can find a way to protect and scan the items outside as well as inside.” Jessie tugged herself free and stood, shaking some of the bricks and girders out of her ass crack. As she slid into the back lot to not be seen, she grabbed some sales banners and the giant fallen Breast Buy signs as she went. Bea’s scooter whirred as she drove after Jess “What are you planning Jess?!”

“We’re gonna save the store with a blow-out sale! Sell everything we can, set up store pick ups for other locations if we run out…” Jess rose up to her full height, yellow store signs stuck over her nipples, sales banners wrapped around her waist like an odd shiny micro mini skirt with a “30% OFF ALL APPLIANCES!” print design. Jessica looked like a lewd ginger Statue of Liberty. “Let’s drive some store traffic” she yelled. It was heard in five counties

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Within an hour, people were traveling from all over the state to the “Giant Sales Event” at Breast Buy. The customers, the thirsty men and women who wanted to see a curvy giantess, MAT or… Mothers Against Tits was there “winning freedoms for women” by vilifying women’s anatomy, even the national guard! It was a circus, it was insane, and it sold more products in the span of six hours than any branch had sold in a month. The sales team cheered giant Jess on and she would give thumbs ups and little sashays (which were insane to watch with her body all giantess sized) and while they all knew she probably was less than happy, and getting a little nervous, she was doing it for them.

It was for that reason that everyone gathered around past closing time to celebrate Jazzy figuring out how to reverse Jessie’s problem. Everyone wanted to give her a huge hug and she had already made it clear touching her feet was not an option “Okay Jessie girl, so we're’ gonna use this digital video camera to digiconvert you safely back to the projector. It has been spaced the right distance from the screen to pop you back to your original size… give or take an inch” Jazzy said with everyone crowded around her, Jessie the most anxious of all to get this over with. “Sorry it took so long, we had to daisy chain a lot of cable out to the camera. Not risking going wireless and losing you on the net. Okay here’s the universal remote, we’ve got it synched to you, all we gotta do is-”

“Please please please let me fix her! I feel so bad about all of this let me-” Nelly had run forward to try and make up for early, her over expressive arms swatting the remote into the air next to Jessie’s giant bare feet. Everyone gasped and braced themselves, but nothing odd happened. They let out a sigh of relief.

“It’s ok Nelly, everyone chill I got it!” Jessie’s giant voice boomed. She reached down for the tiny remote which made her makeshift skirt burst right down the back mooning the highway. She wobbled and swerved to cover herself as her hand grasped came down on the remote and in a burst of light, she was sucked into the camera. 

“Okay Teat Squad! Find the remote!” Jazzy called to her team as she jumped on Bea’s scooter to go back to the store. They drove as fast as the scooter would go with all the employees of Breast Buy running behind them, boobs of all weights and sizes bouncing and bounding enough to make Baywatch look like amateurs. Twenty yards from the glass sliding entry doors the scooter ran out of juice. Jazzy lept from it as Bea called for a new battery, stranded in the parking lot. Jazzy’s black curly hair swishing in the night as she sprinted inside like a track star. The Teat Squad supervisor screeched to a halt when she saw the projector wasn’t projecting anything. The cord wasn’t even plugged in! “Hey!” She called out to the whole store “HEY! Who took the HDMI out of this projector?” Her voice was commanding and firm even though her stomach dropped. Her mind an anxious mess she worked out what could possibly happen if it wasn’t plugged in.

“I did. You know how hard it is to find long cables in all this mess?” Tiffany snorted while eating popcorn as she watched a big screen. “I needed one for my Kaiju movie. If I’m stuck here in overtime and gonna miss my movie night I might as well not miss my movie”

“Y-you plugged it into a blu-ray?” Jazzy’s voice cracked as she circled around the chair to face Tiffany.

“Yeah, and then unplugged the daisy chain to plug in the TV. Why is there an issue?”

Jazz was staring at the big screen, her face in subtle subdued horror, as she watched a giant curvy red headed kaiju monster flick off fighter jets while she decimated the city. “That monster doesn’t look a little familiar to you?”  Jazz asked. Tiffany raised an eyebrow. “Red hair? Human gestures?” Tiffany shrugged and kept watching. “Doesn’t it look a lot like Jessie!?”

Tiffany tilted her head left, and then right and then left again. “Nah, this monster's ass is too big!”

Jazzy put her hands on her face trying to make a plan on how to use the remote to get Jess’ ass away from flattening the movie styled Tokyo. It was going to be trickier once “THE SQUAD” told her the remote had been sucked in too.

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