BREAST BUY Fleshed out 2.1 A Break Out Employee (Patreon)

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Bea, the General Manager of Breast Buy store 80085 wrapped her arms around her size 36XX? (yes… that was the name and size of her proto type bra) tits and hefted them up off her scooter . “Hnnnng so h-heavy” she panted as she tried to side step towards her desk “T-thought, this bratech was.. s-supposed to lighten… them up!” her face went red as she tried to get her office chair angled properly by swiveling her swollen bottom. The bra was working however, it’s just when each of your breasts are the size of a small person, that’s a lot of weight to decrease. With one more butt sway Bae felt the arm rests align and she lowered herself down into the office chair. Her titanic tits made contact with the desk, spreading over it like giant melted scoops of ice cream on the world’s biggest fresh baked brownie. She let out a deeply satisfied sigh as the weight transferred from her arms and shoulders to the reinforced solid wood furniture piece, only realizing a minute two late that one of her arms was now pinned under her right breast slowly going numb. “Not again” she huffed.

Bea had not always been this large. When she started with the company she had been quite a petite woman. Always mistaken for younger because of her utter lack of curves. She was also someone who had signed up FOR the curves. Mistake here, demo gone wrong there, within her first three months she was returning to college the bombshell she always wanted to be. Bea was addicted to curves. And that’s when the trouble started. You see, Bea wasn’t that good at her job back in those days, but she wore the new figure from all her mistakes well. That same figure, tied to what the store was known for, led to her getting more hours, and more responsibility. Which led to more mistakes, which led to an even fuller figure, and so went the cycle. Back then the downsizer only undid one cup size of mass a day, and between that and being afraid to let go of her swelling form, her career literally burst onto the scene. Eventually her size was becoming problematic for moving, lifting merchandise, many many things, even though she was the poster girl for Breast Buy of her generation, and so was introduced the minimizer tech. Compressing her size and downgrading the weight, her bra and panties would help her keep her growing size from going off the rails so she would have time to fix it with the downsizer, which she never did. From sales lead, to supervisor, to manager and now general manager, Bea had continued to pack more and more into her Minimizer 36XX? matching bra and panties. 

FWOP! She finally got her hand free, she leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the break her back received while her mammoth melons rested on their creaking perch. She wasn’t as incompitent as she used to be, no she had learned her job… sort-a. But Bea barely made it to the sales floor anymore, and with how well her new sales/service manager Jessie was doing she may never need to drive her full wobbling, over packed and minimized figure onto the floor again. Bea grasped for her chicken lo mein lunch, grunting at it just on the edge of her reach, heavy chest anchoring her in place. “Hnnng, grrrrrr, Gotcha!” She pulled the food from her scooter and put it on a side table as there was no room for anything on her desk. Though even if she wasn’t needed on the sales floor, it didn’t mean she couldn’t drive out there now and then, make a “mistake” for old times sake. That feeling of pressurized growth being held back, the throb and stretch and twitch… of size she would only see at home when she-”

“You wanted to see me boss?” Jessie stood in the doorway, her head just visible to Bea from the view over her tits.

“Oh Jessie, I’m on my lunch break but we can multitask. Please sit down.” Bea motioned to the chair across from her desk. “Wait, there’s a chair over there right?”

“Yup” Jess chirped as she sat down and disappeared out of eye line. Gosh this is always awkward, Jessie thought. Meeting in your boss’ office was always a little dash of business awkwardness, but when your boss forgets her booster pillow so now you are stuck with no eye contact and just your general manager’s giant tits to look at while she talks… it was an all new level of weird. “So… what can I do for you?”

“Do for me? Jessica, I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me already. For everyone really” Bea stabbed a piece of chicken and twirled her fork to wrap it in low mein. “Customer Service, sales floor. Everyone is finding you a wonderful fit.”

Jess raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms under her bust. At least Bea made her feel semi-normal in the breast department when it came to size comparison. “So… they say they like me... Do they also mention my grumbling, or eye rolling, or the curse words I let stream out of my mouth when I think I’m alone in the break room? Cuz I don’t know if I would say ‘Jess is doing a great job.’”

“You have an odd sense of humor! So what? They like you and more importantly they respond to you. Incidental expansions with the sales associates is way down, which is also way good!” Bea stuck a thumbs up over her chest as she ate more lo mein.

“They are way down because I keep getting in the way trying to save them from it, I’m like… three days of downsizing away from getting back to my norm now.” Jess sighed almost completely exasperated. There was a twinkle in Bea’s eye, oh how nice it would be to just take on everyone’s mistakes like Jessie was. The ginger headed woman reminded the manager of a younger version of herself, minus Bea’s poor sales back then… and lack of teaching skills.. and management skills. Okay, Jess only reminded her of the early days of having an hourglass figure. But this was good. Jess was actually GOOD at the job AND mobile. It was a double bonus! “It’s just-” Jess took a deep breath “I keep getting into bigger and bigger issues.”

“Oh not that big” Bea waved her hand dismissively.

“I was sucked into a projector” Jess huffed.

“And that guy bought that projector, one of our most expensive models”

“And it made me a Giantess!” Jess pushed back

“A very pretty Giantess” Bea said through a mouth full of pan fried chicken.

“Who’s ass and tits demolished the walls of the store!” 

“Which allowed us to not only expand the store, but you did that road side giantess thing and gave us the biggest sales quarter ever!” Bea smiled. Jess was going to realize she was the perfect fit here, even if she had some.. growing to do.

Jess, however, was starting to lose it. She liked Bea, and the job paid well but couldn’t her GM grasp that maybe Jess was doing more harm than good. The red head looked down at her techno-swollen curves from another day of breast expansion oopsies by her team. How much longer could she last. The ginger floor manager looked back up at Bea’s Bountiful mountain rage of boob, and hoped that wasn’t the universe giving her an answer. “Well sure, it upped our sales… b-but-”

“And then we got you back to normal easy peazy”

“Only after I spent a week as a Kaiju menace smashing movie cities with my curves!”

“Green is a good color for you!” Bea sat and listened for Jess until there was no response. She had worn her down. Her new manager would soon realize she was an amazing addition, and might come to find her ‘additions’ were amazing, maybe even a Bea 2.0 in the making. Or maybe she would just learn to be careful. Either way, the store was going to continue to thrive under her, and she would thrive under Bea. “I gotta say, between the team’s thoughts and the giant sales event you helped put on.. you’re fitting in like a tit in a well fitted bra! You’re amazing Jess. I think it’s about ti--, wait, Jess are you there?” Between her chewing and talking she realized the room was completely silent.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Jess said in a tired voice, standing just enough for Bea to see her fiery red locks and the top of her unamused freckled face.

“Oh! OK! Good. Sometimes no one is there and I just talk and talk.” Bea took another bite of lunch relieved, that happened way more often then she'd like to admit. “It’s time to get your thoughts on ALL the departments here at Breast Buy. I’ve got a good feeling you can find our blind spots. Let’s get cooking!” Yes, what Jess was best at was finding the things that weren’t working and tweaking them, a department by department assessment would do them all wonders. Again the room was filled with quiet. “Jess?”

“Still here.” Jess was rubbing her eyes. Now she would go from managing two teams from one position, to going through and doing a full assessment of the store. And you know what… fine that’s not the worst thing, at a normal store. But here, what might she have to go through to do it? Would Bea need a scooter for her by the end? “Well, maybe we can hire someone to run day to day while I dig in on the-”

“Oh no need Jessica, we’ll be fiiIIINE!” Bea screeched as her phone vibrated from the desk under her boob, apparently she had left it there. If there was one down side of the General managers “condition” it was that her size and weight may have been able to be compacted, but that didn’t change the amount of nerves that had been multiplied from the size boost, and then compiled very tightly in her swollen orbs. Someone using the XX? to make their boobs half the size would end up with double sensitivity. Bea had long ago stopped doing the math on her own smooshed chesty appendages and bloated bottom but she knew it was alo- “GAAH” the general manager tried to bolt upright but she was too heavy. If it had been a text she might have been able to sit through it, but someone was calling and the constant vibrations were just… too much of a good thing.

“You ok boss?” Jessie asked as she watched Bea rise slowly from her chair like a weightlifter deadlifting 800 pounds, sweat trickling down her face.

“It’s .. It’s my phone. Could you reach it p-please” The general manager had to brace against her chair, breast floating over Jessica like two zeplins. Jess’s eyes widened at the stupendous sight. “I… c-can’t reach it.” 

“Sure Bea… no problem.” With quite a bit of reticence, Jess nodded and slid herself onto Bea’s desk and under the bra suspended boulders above her. Nothing weird about this, nothing… dangerous, Jess said in her mind as she mashed her own bosoms on the wooden desk beneath her. Her fingers scooping up the buzzing device. “Okay, got it, just gotta.” Creeaaaak. Jessie froze. Bea’s bottom was painfully balanced on the armrest of her office chair, which was creaking under the awkward weight. The General Manager’s “Beaaa, everything ok up there? You erm… well you’re lowering down on me and..” BaGomp! The Chair tipped. Bea fell forward, and Jess’ head burst through the bottom of Bea’s button up shirt and was lost in a cavern of cleavage. “Mmmph! MMMMPH!” Jessie couldn’t see, couldn’t breath, couldn’t do anything but struggle. She started smacking at the gargantuan globes, trying to get free. Each flat palm smack to the front of Bea’s top was overly effective. Years of piling nerves on top of each other just to have gargantuan breasts, it was finally gonna catch up with her. All from her quest to have giant curves in her private time. Now she was accidentally trapping the manager under her… well under her, and the smacking, each glorious wobble induncing swat, had her temperature, libido, and pleasure all sky rocket. Bea’s overly large nipples made themselves known under the bra and shirt with an aggressive show.

“J-gah, Jezzzy St-ST-STAHP!” Bea gurgled and groaned. She could feel Jessie trying to tug her head back, hitting the front clasps of the general managers bra. Each attempt at escape loosening the XX? hooks more and more. Through her haze a warning bell was going off in the GM’s mind. If her bra were to come off, her body's true size would be unleashed. “Jess.. w-wait. I’ll s-stand up. We’ll get you out! Just don’t..

unhook ..

My br-”

SNAP! Pip pip pip went Bea’s buttons. Jessie was panting, brushing the hair out of her eyes, damp from tit sweat and stuck to her face. “Sorry Bea, I couldn’t hear you what were you sa-”

BWOMP! Jessie’s body was thrown against the office door slamming it shut by Bea’s unfurled true size. Tits that took up half the room hung over the desk, pinning Jess to the floor and against the door. They both say stuck and shocked. “Beeeeam!” Jessica mumbled.

“Yeah J-jess?” Bea called from her new spot, pulled on top of her office desk by the weight of her mammaries.

“Cam a sturt du evalumphting tmmmrrr..?” Jess asked as best she could with her face sinking into her bosses chest.

“Sure Jess… yeah that- that would be good.”