Bed, bath, and bazongas is the new store opening in town.
Emmy rushed towards the customer service desk. Her gait was a little awkward from the careful balance of trying to rush without looking like she was rushing, but Ben had sounded particularly desperate over the radio, and so she did her best to get there as quickly as she could. The lanyard that held her ID bounced as her massive breasts wobbled beneath her button-up shirt, straining the fabric and making small gaps between the buttons. One of the perks of working where she did.
The look of relief on Ben's face when she finally arrived almost made Emmy's heart break—he was a sweet kid, though clearly in over his head—but she couldn't focus on him for long. After all, she had been called not to comfort him, but to assist him and, from the looks of her, he was dealing with a doozy of a customer.
If the woman's face were any redder, steam would be billowing out of her ears. It didn't help matters that she was standing in front of the customer service desk without a shirt on. Her breasts were absolutely gargantuan, close to doubling Emmy's already humongous tits. As Emmy approached, she quickly clocked the bra that the customer was spilling out of one of theirs, a model from last season. Her customer service training started firing up and her lips curled into a well-practiced smile. "Hi there, what can I do-"
"I want to speak to the manager!"
Emmy blinked, her smile staying perfectly in place. She took a breath and tried again. "Hi, I'm Emmy, I'm the manager on duty today. What can I-"
"You can tell this pipsqueak here to give me the refund I deserve! Look what your defective product did to me!" The woman pressed her hands against the front of her breasts, making them bulge upwards even more and slosh as she let go. She poked the pad of tit that overflowed the edge of the cup. "I've got more spilling out of this damn thing than I used to have altogether! And there's nothing I can do to make it go back down! I demand a refund! You guys are lucky that I don't sue you for making me too fucking busty!"
While the woman's tirade was intense, Emmy felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. She was in familiar territory. Her smile shifted slightly, taking on a precise air of being conciliatory without giving anything away. "I'm so sorry you had a negative experience with one of our products! Here at Bed, Bath, and Bazongas, we strive for 110% customer satisfaction. Can you tell me a little bit more about how you got into this situation? We can go into my office, if you'd prefer more privacy."
The customer snorted, rolling her eyes. "Yeah fucking right. I'm not leaving this spot until I get my refund! But if you really must know, I was putting on this piece of shit and it seemed to work, but then, when I tried to take it off, it just kept growing me! I tried to pull the damn thing over my head, but it wouldn't budge and I wound up even bigger! This is way beyond what was advertised and I-"
Emmy held up her hand. "You demand your refund, yes. Just for my own curiosity, how did you try to remove it? Did you undo the clasps or just try to lift it from the cups?"
The woman rolled her eyes. "I just tried to take it off! I never had a problem with doing that with my old bras, so why should this one be any different!? Why are we even talking about this? Just tell your little front desk perv here to tip-tap at the computer and give me my money back! He's gotta be, what, 17? What a little creep, working at a place like this."
For a fleeting moment, Emmy's placed expression faltered. Her eye twitched. So did her lip. She could handle abuse directed at herself. Absorbing that kind of bullying was what she did. But Ben was a good kid. A hard worker. Just trying to make ends meet. He didn't deserve to be treated like this.
A quick step forward from Emmy cut the distance between them down by more than half and the sudden closeness made the customer jump. "Woah! What are you- Hey!"
Emmy reached out and slipped her fingers into the cups of the bra. "See, what you have here is a WonderGro MXP-L2. The L2s are designed to fill the cups exactly, but they can be a little finicky. You have to to undo the clasp to stop the growth. Technically, even when full, the growth is still active. So if you were to, say, try to remove it by stretching out the cups..."
Both of Emmy's hands firmly tugged down on the cups, stretching the fabric and creating a few extra inches of space. The customer yelped as her breasts quickly expanded to fill the gap. "You just filling. Unfortunately for you, all of these instructions and warning were in the little booklet that came with the bra. You did read the booklet, didn't you?"
The woman stammered for a few seconds, but Emmy wasn't having it. She pulled again, the fabric audibly groaning, and the woman's bust expanded further. The seams of the bra were almost at their limit, stretching apart. "It sounds to me like your problem is stemming from improper use of the garment! That's not exactly covered by our refund policy. But it hardly matters."
The earlier confidence that the woman came in with is long gone and she barely manages to squeak out, "O-oh, yeah? Why is th-that?"
The condescending-yet-congenial smile that Emmy had managed to maintain for this conversation finally melted into a twisted, cruel grin. Without another word, Emmy gave one last hard yank on the bra. The seams creaked and the fabric stretched and, finally, the stitching gave way. The customer's breasts surged in size, easily adding on a half-dozen cup sizes before the growth fizzled out, leaving her torso covered in tit from collarbone to pelvis. Emmy didn't blink. She held up the ripped bra and let it fall, casually, to the floor. "Unfortunately, we don't accept returns on damaged goods. Now, if you're not going to buy anything else, kindly get the fuck out of my store. Thanks for shopping at Bed, Bath, and Bazongas, bitch!"
