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Office Rivalry
🕑 Added 2023-07-20 22:57:05 +0000 UTCI tap away at my computer, stealing glances at Hannah across the open office space. She's got her headphones in, bopping her head along to some upbeat pop song as she works. Even from here I can see the swell of her new breasts under her silky blouse, round and full like ripe fruit. I felt a pang of jealousy knowing that just last week, she was under the knife getting her already generous C cups pumped up to swollen E's. All paid for by our boss, Mr. Hendricks.
He's got a thing for big boobs. It's like an open secret around the office. Any woman he takes a liking to gets a mysterious "bonus" that coincidentally matches the cost of breast implants these days. Hannah was the latest to benefit from his generosity. And it's clear she's loving the new attention and self-confidence that comes with those gorgeous new globes. I, on the other hand, am still stuck with my petite B cups in the hand-me-down bras my sister passed down when I left for college.
Suddenly, Hannah catches me staring and gives me a little wave paired with a smug smile. She knows I'm envious. It's silly, I know, but I feel like I'm still a shy, gawky teenager next to her gorgeous inflated curves. If only I could get Hendricks to notice me, to bestow the same gift on me he gave Hannah...
As if on cue, Hendricks emerges from his office down the hall and heads straight for Hannah's desk with a grin. Even from across the room, I can see how his eyes go straight to her chest, barely concealed by the straining buttons of her blouse. They chat for a few minutes, Hannah playfully tossing her new mane of hair and thrusting her chest forward. She knows exactly the effect she has on him now. With a parting wink, he heads back down the hall to his office.
Maybe it's petty jealousy, maybe it's my desire to stop feeling so invisible, but in that moment something comes over me. I stand up abruptly, tugging down my top an inch lower to reveal a hint of cleavage I don't actually possess, and stride down the hall after Hendricks. When he hears my heels clicking after him, he turns with an odd, intrigued expression.
"Mr. Hendricks, do you have a moment? I wanted to follow up on that quarterly report you asked for." I smile graciously and move in closer than appropriate as we walk, ensuring his eyes dip to my nonexistent décolletage.
"Of course, come in," he says charmingly, holding his office door open for me.
I take a seat across from his imposing wooden desk, crossing my legs slowly and noting how his gaze clings to the hem of my skirt riding up my thigh. Good. For the first time, I have his full attention.
I pretend to leaf through a report in my lap while coyly asking him about his background, how he built the company up from the ground, his vision for the future. He eats it up, pontificating on his many accomplishments while his eyes wander over my figure. Waiting for the right moment, I lean forward with feigned laughter at one of his jokes, rewarded when his eyes zoom in on the deep V of my blouse.
"You know, Mr. Hendricks, I just have to say how inspiring it is to work for someone as successful as you. You really do surround yourself with excellence." I make meaningful eye contact. "I've noticed that. You only want the very best."
His chin lifts almost imperceptibly at the flattery, his eyes narrowing as he tries to decipher if there are hidden meanings here.
"Oh yes, I pride myself on having high standards. For myself and my employees. Someone has to uphold a level of...quality around here."
There it is, an opening. I bite my lip and look down shyly. "Well, I just hope that someday, I can live up to those standards." Looking up at him through lowered lashes, I see his smile turn wolfish.
"My dear, I'm sure we can get you there. In fact, I'd love for us to...discuss your future prospects with the company. Perhaps over dinner tonight?" His tone is dripping with suggestion.
"I would love nothing more." I stand, smoothing my skirt down my thighs before extending my hand coyly. His palm lingers just a moment too long as we shake. As I turn to leave, putting an extra sway in my step, I hear him exhale slowly behind me.
Mission accomplished. Tonight at dinner, I'll make sure that by dessert, I secure the same "bonus" from Hendricks that Hannah enjoyed. And once these petite B cups are swollen heavy with saline, I'll finally command the eyes of every man in the office. Most importantly, Mr. Hendricks'. This is one way to get ahead that I know will never fail.
Later that week, I find myself nervously waiting in the surgicenter lobby, garbed in a paper gown and slippers. Today is the big day - my breast augmentation surgery. After a candlelit dinner where I feigned interest in Hendricks' endless self-aggrandizing while pushing out my cleavage, he was more than happy to send me to "his guy" to get fitted with the same implants he bought for Hannah and other girls in the office. 800cc saline teardrops, gigantic on my small frame.
I couldn't wait to see the look on Hannah's face when I strode into the office with my new acquisitions, her precious Hendricks' attention turned in my direction. No more being the invisible, forgettable one - soon I'd have the body of a Victoria's Secret model, all thanks to Hendricks' leering gaze. The ends justified the means.
The nurse calls my name and I shuffle back to the operating room, my paper robe rustling. I'm trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves as I settle onto the operating table. Soon I'll be remade.
The anesthesiologist appears next to me, warning me of the coldness of the anesthesia entering my IV line before everything fades to black...
I awake slowly, surfacing to consciousness again in a different room, my chest feeling heavy and numb. As my vision clears I instinctively look down, but thick bandages wrap my new breasts, obscuring them from view.
Before I can fully get my bearings, Hendricks himself swoops into the room, smiling eagerly. "There she is, my brand new girl!"
I smile back woozily. "They're really in there? My new breasts?" I slur out.
"800cc of the finest saline money can buy. Here, let's have a sneak peek, shall we?" Before I can protest, he whips the sheet down off my chest and unwraps a bandage. I'm too disoriented to be scandalized.
As the last layer comes free, I gasp aloud at the sight of this foreign orb bulging from my chest, capped with a swollen mauve nipple. It rises high and proud, rippling slightly as I breathe. My brain struggles to reconcile this improbably large breast as part of my own body.
Hendricks grins with satisfaction. "Perfection. I do have a knack for picking the right size." He lifts the heavy orb in one hand, giving it a gentle bounce as if testing a produce fruit. "Silky smooth, flawlessly round. You're going to have quite the career trajectory with these, my dear."
I flush, still struggling to form words through the haze of anesthesia. Hendricks playfully flicks a fingertip against my engorged nipple and I twitch involuntarily. "Well, I'll let you get your rest. But I expect to see you back to work by Monday - with a new wardrobe, of course. Your days of cardigans are over!"
With a wink, he replaces the bandage and exits the room, leaving me reeling. I look down again where twin mounds now swell my chest under the bandages. Everything is different now. Everything.
Monday morning arrives, and I take a deep breath as I step out of the Uber in front of the office building, clutching my chic leather portfolio. I spent the entire weekend on Rodeo Drive with Hendricks' black AmEx in hand, assembling what he called an "appropriate" new wardrobe. Everything is low cut, tight, and straining obscenely across my newly huge chest. I chose an emerald silk wrap dress for my big debut today. Wrapped tight across my impossible curves, it threatens to slide open at any moment. The neckline plunges dangerously low, and I have to tug it up every few minutes to avoid flashing the entirety of my inflated new cleavage.
I feel the eyes of every man I pass crawling over this extreme new silhouette as I click through the lobby in stilettos. My inflated chest bobs heavily with each step, swollen spheres shifting fluidly beneath the thin silk. Already I can feel the difference - the power these flesh orbs give me over men, the self-assurance that blooms from such overblown sexuality. I am a walking fertility symbol, a Jessica Rabbit caricature of femininity.
Stepping onto the elevator, I turn heads once again. The two male lawyers already aboard stare openly, eyes drinking in every inch of my exaggerated proportions. I give them a smile and coy wave before exiting onto my floor, delighted at their dumbstruck expressions. Oh yes, everything is different now. I am no one's invisible wallflower.
Rounding the corner to the office, I immediately spot Hannah at her desk - or more accurately, spot her cartoonish new E cup breasts straining at her button-down. She has no idea what's coming for her. I sashay down the aisle between the desks, relishing the sensation of all eyes turning towards me, my swollen chest drawing every male gaze like tractor beams.
I pass by Hannah's desk, stopping briefly to place my hands on my hips and greet her cheerfully. "Morning Hannah!"
As expected, her jaw drops as she takes in my radically transformed figure, wrapped obscenely tight in emerald silk. My breasts are easily twice as large as her bountiful E cups. I watch the progression of emotions on her face with delight: shock, dismay, envy. For extra impact, I lean down as if to pick up a dropped pen, my cavernous cleavage nearly spilling onto her desk as I slowly rise again. "Whoops! Darn slippery pens..."
Leaving her sputtering with indignation, I continue on to my desk, ensuring an exaggerated swing in my hips. Oh yes, everything is different now. I am untouchable, walking power and sexuality bottled up in bursting saline spheres. As I settle into my desk chair, I peek down the hall to see Hendricks already emerging from his office to prowl my way, hungry eyes fixated on my bulging silk-clad breasts. I lean back languidly, ready for his approval and whatever "reward" might come next. The higher I climb, the bigger I'll grow.
