Pushed Up
Kelly and I had only been dating for a month, but I felt we were ready to take things to the next level. They say don’t dip your pen in company ink, but whoever made up that phrase couldn’t shrink themselves while growing others. Technically, she was my direct supervisor, which I think has another saying, but enough about superstitions. Kelly was pretty to begin with; she was a five-foot-six girl of Asian heritage with short black hair.
I stepped into Kelly’s office on her lunch break, and before she could stop me I started shutting her blinds. She was wearing a white blouse over a black bra and a pencil skirt. Her C-cup boobs didn’t need help grabbing attention, but I had to admit the outfit was doing her incredible figure a big favor.
“Hey, honey, what’s this all about?” Kelly asked.
“Just wanted to surprise you,” I replied. I concentrated, and just like that, the transfer started. I was five foot eleven, but not for long. I noticed her bra pushing further into her blouse first, while my pants and shirt were getting looser on my body. I was too entranced to strip; Kelly’s tits were on the warpath, pumping outward like inflating balloons.
“Hun? Wh…” Kelly followed my line of sight down to her chest. She watched as her boobs strained against her bra, swelling up and over the cups. I figured I had lost about three inches, all of which had gone directly to Kelly’s incredible rack.
“My…my boobs!” Kelly gasped. Her tits passed into D-cup territory, then DD, and they swelled on as her desk phone went off.
“Surprise!” I chose the wrong time to make the announcement. Kelly answered her phone, biting her lip as her boobs continued forcing their way out of her bra. Her blouse was starting to stretch against her growing bust, too. After a brief exchange, she hung up the phone.
“Well, honey, I love it, whatever this is,” Kelly rubbed her growing bust. I could tell she was fighting the urge to fondle herself; she shivered and held her burgeoning melons for a moment.
“But,” Kelly continued, “can you…stop it? I have a Nyoom meeting that got pushed up.”
I walked over to Kelly’s desk, nearly a full foot too small for my clothes. Her tits pumped further into her blouse, now flowing both over and under her poor bra. I shut my eyes and concentrated as hard as I could, and nothing happened.
“Doesn’t look like it. Can you push it back?” I asked.
“No, it’s…it’s fine. Just…try not to make any noise,” Kelly sighed. I stood back as she went about her business as if nothing had changed. In the meantime, I could see that she was starting to sit higher on her chair. Her shoulders were starting to rise up and out, pushing against her blouse just like her boobs had been. She tried to act like everything was normal, put her headset on, and jumped into her meeting.
I felt myself shrink until I was only about an inch or two taller than her desk as my pants and shoes became far too large for my dwindling body. I nearly drowned in my shirt and escaped from it just in time to see Kelly adjusting her webcam as she inched higher in her chair. I heard a loud snap; her boobs had nearly become as large as volleyballs, destroying her bra in the process. Once they’d been set free, Kelly’s swelling boobs landed on her desk with a heavy thud.
I began to realize that I was shrinking faster than Kelly was growing. If I didn’t act soon, I’d be stuck on the ground and risk being crushed underfoot if somebody came in. I tried to grab the edge of her desk just as my arms became too short. I bent my knees and leaped with all my might, just barely catching the edge and scrambling atop as I continued to shrink.
I looked up at Kelly, whose boobs were bordering on soccer balls and yet still somehow contained within her bra. I took a peek at her rump, which I noticed was swelling into her chair’s armrests. Her poor skirt was visibly tearing as her hips continued swelling out, and I could only imagine what her thighs were doing. I heard another noise: a button popped off of Kelly’s blouse, and then another.
Kelly’s engorging tits had created a perfect circle of cleavage in the center of her blouse. I watched her creamy mounds mash together, puffing up and out of the opening. I heard more buttons pop, but they were toward the bottom of her blouse. I must have been reaching six inches tall, which was my record for shrinking. That said, Kelly’s head was still rising, assuredly giving those in her meeting an eyeful of boobs so large they had taken her somewhat loose blouse and made it skin tight.
I could feel Kelly’s eyes on me, and then her enormous hand. Was she seven feet tall? Eight? How much bigger would she get? I hadn’t given much thought to today’s surprise, and Kelly could read that on my face. Actually, I couldn’t really see her face or eyes, since her tits were completely blocking it from my vision. I felt her hand getting larger around me, and I was sure that I had stopped shrinking, finally.
“You’re going to pay for this,” Kelly’s whisper sounded more like a monstrous boom to my tiny ears. I saw her tits pushed out again, her blouse barely hanging on, and then I started to move. The circle of cleavage popped another button, and I gave in to whatever she might have had planned as she shoved me into her swelling expanse of delicious cleavage.
