Day 2

Alana woke up the next morning and, looking at her clock, realised she was late for soccer. She rushed to get her soccer jersey and pulled a tank top from Pauline's pile.
She got her shorts and raced out the door. She arrived as the women's game was finishing up, and hurried out of her car. She went to the locker room that she shared with the guys and, as she entered, several of the guys admired her new breasts. She took a stall and began to change. A problem arose, however, when her new tank top didn't fit.
'Can I borrow a shirt?' she asked the guys.
One of them tossed one over and she quickly pulled it on, along with her jersey.
They ran out to applause from the home crowd. Across the field, the away team exited and they, too, admired her boobs.
'Ref, she's smuggling two more soccer balls onto the field,' one called.
'I don't know how she'll run with them,' yelled another.
She ignored them and lined up for the kick-off. The game started and she struggled with her balance for a little while due to her breasts bouncing around. Eventually, she got into the game. However, when she got the ball, there always seemed to be several players in front of her. Taking advantage, she passed it away and was rewarded with two assists. Whenever the ref looked away from her, which was rarely, guys tried to grope her tits, even though she didn't have the ball. One wasn't careful enough and got a yellow card when the ref saw him. The first half finished with her team ahead 3-1.
The second half began with the opposition scoring two goals in three minutes. The game continued, however, and the opposition didn't seem to understand that sledging didn't faze her.
'Hey, titties. My dick is up here,' one called to which she responded by slide tackling the ball between his legs. He was quickly chastised by his teammates as she slammed it in from long range. The final blow was struck when the goalkeeper ran the ball towards her.
'You can play with my balls after the match, titties.'
She promptly took the ball and, from within halfway, lobbed it onto the head of her teammate and into the goal. She scored once more in injury time with an incredible run to take her team to a 6-3 win. After she was awarded MVP, the coach asked for her jersey, saying he would adjust it to fit her better. She went into the locker room and the guys congratulated her. In her cubicle, she couldn’t find either of her tops. She looked around as she heard the guys leaving, but couldn't find them anywhere.
She exited the locker room and saw two members of the opposition team holding her tops.
'Looking for these,' they jeered.
She approached them and they held the shirts up in the air. As she went to reach for one, the other guy would try and grab her tits, causing her to use her arm to protect herself. They eventually got bored and ran off, taking the tops with them.
She went back into the locker room and into her stall.
'Can I have the shirt back?' a voice asked.
'Is it alright if I keep it for a little while?' she replied.
'Not really. I need it for a job interview.'
'I need a shirt.'
'You can have this one,' said the voice as a shirt was slung over the stall.
'Thanks.' She pulled the shirt off and passed it over.
She grabbed the shirt as she heard her teammate exit, and tried to pull it on. The shirt was clearly too small but Alana persisted, squeezing her breasts into the top.
She exited the locker room and saw the two guys standing in the car park. She went to her car and as she got in, got a call asking her to come to work. She said she would get there as soon as she could and she drove off toward work. She realised that her shirt would not be appropriate for work and she was about to go home when she saw one of Pauline's button shirts in the back of her car, the white one. She pulled into the car park at work and checked to make sure no one was there before pulling off her top. She grabbed the white top and pulled it on, but panicked when she saw a car enter the parking lot. The car drove around, and Alana recognised the two guys from the soccer field. They had followed her. She hoped to avoid notice, but one of them recognised her car. She scrambled to do up her shirt, but only got half of the buttons done before the guys approached her car. They noticed this and leered at her. She got out of the car and hurried inside, where the guys stopped following her. She did up another button, but couldn't do up any more after that, so the full size of her breasts could be seen, with a mountain of cleavage. She pulled it as tight as she could and squeezed another button through, making them look somewhat smaller and lowering the cleavage from ridiculous to incredible. She went to her desk, surprised at how quiet the office was, and logged onto her computer. Next, she went to her bosses office.
She entered and he turned around.
'Holy fuck!' he yelled at the sight of her breasts. 'That is worse than yesterday. Is that one of Pauline's old shirts.'
'Yes,' replied Alana.
'Wow! Anyway, I want to talk to you about yesterday. For some reason, productivity sky-rocketed yesterday, and I think it must have something to do with your attire. As a result, I want to promote you to productivity manager. You'll get a significant pay raise and a lower work load. However, I want you to continue to wear outfits like your current one.'
'Why do you need me here today, then?'
'I have a conference call that needs to be taken, and I'm busy. Can you take it for me?'
'I guess…'
'Fantastic. It starts in five minutes.'
Alana, head spinning, went to the meeting room and sat down in front of the camera.
The call began, and Alana found herself talking to serious investors. They were quite clearly focussed on her boobs, but Alana pretended not to notice. The call continued for quite a while, and Alana saw one of the investors let out a yawn. She tried to stop herself, but she yawned as well.
For some reason, the investors began to sweat and they seemed even more distracted than usual. They struck a deal for a lot more than they had originally planned, and insisted on meeting in person.
The call ended, and Alana was quite happy with herself, until she realised that her middle button had popped out.
She did it back up, and the top button came undone. She tried to do it back up, but inadvertently pulled the button off completely.
She pushed her boobs down and went to tell Pete the good news. They celebrated, and he observed that they wouldn't have time to go home for the ball. Pete called Pauline and asked her quickly to take his suit and a dress for Alana with her to the ball. Before leaving, Alana told Pete that she would accept the promotion, not being able to pass up the massive salary increase. They went to their respective cars and drove in tandem to the ball. Pauline met them out the front and they went to a nearby bathroom to change. The girls toilet was closed, so Alana followed Pete into the men's toilet. She went into a stall and tried to put the dress on, with emphasis on tried. It wouldn't fit, no matter how much Alana tried to pull it up. Pete heard her struggling and asked if she wanted some help. She hesitated, but realised she had no option. She opened the door and turned around. Pete entered and tugged at her dress with her. Alana felt like he was staring at her boobs either side where they overflowed, but with his help, the dress fit over her impressive bosom. She asked him to exit the stall and close the door, and he did as he was told. She turned and looked in the mirror, and saw that her breasts were minimized somewhat by the dress. Even with their significantly reduced size, however, the cleavage showing was incredible, enough to lose a tennis ball in. She exited the stall and Pete, as usual, stared straight at her cleavage. They went to the hall where the ball was being held and rushed inside. Every guy that looked their way honed in on Alana's massive rack, and she was never without someone to talk to. She met some of the clients and, as the music started, was asked for a dance by Pete. She accepted, and they entered the dance floor. Conscious of the clientele watching, she pulled Pete in close for the dance, in a show of chemistry. With their height difference, his chin was nestled in the valley of her cleavage, and he was not shying away from glancing down into it. The dance finished, and she swapped to a client. He, too, was enjoying the sight of her cleavage. The song finished, and Alana heard Jacob crying, so she went off to feed him. She picked him up and, on the way to the bathroom, was intercepted by Pete.
'I told the clients that we are quite open with each other in our company, so could you maybe feed him out here?' he asked.
'I guess,' replied Alana nervously.
She found a quiet corner and, making sure no one was looking, she slid her boob out of the top. Jacob happily began to suck on the breast, and she pulled the dress up to cover as much as possible.
She noticed Pete and two important clients approaching her, and Pete mouthed 'sorry' her way. She was introduced to the clients, and shook their hands while holding her dress up. They maintained the conversation as Pete walked off, and Alana began to panic as she felt her boob emptying. She didn't want to switch while they were still talking. Pete saved the day by calling the clients over to meet Liam and Isaac. She switched and finished feeding Jacob, and she was asked for another dance by Pete.
They danced for several songs while Pete whispered in her ear about some of the clients. People began to leave and they separated to farewell some of the clients.
'You ready to leave?' Pete asked Alana as people continued to file out.
'Yeah.'
'Let's go.'
They walked out to the street, and Alana realised she had lost her keys when she went to open her car. On it there was a note.
You bitch. You steal my husband, I steal your keys.
Looking back, Alana realised that her and Pete's actions would have looked very suspicious to Pauline.
Realising that she had nowhere to stay, Alana asked if she could stay at Pete's.
He said she could and they walked to his car.
They got in and began to drive to Pete's house.
They arrived, and Pete told Alana that she could pick some of Pauline's clothes to wear. Alana went to the wardrobe, but there were no clothes inside. She called Pete and, once he saw the situation, he went to check the wash for clothes. He came back carrying several articles of clothing for Alana.
He handed them to her and she went to the bathroom to try them on. The first shirt was a tube top, and it looked far too small so Alana skipped it. Next was a grey sweater. Alana tried to pull it on, but it wouldn't fit over her boobs without tearing. The last shirt was a black tank top and it wouldn't fit either. Finally, she picked up the tube top and pulled it on. This, too, wouldn't fit. This left Alana with a problem. She couldn't put her dress back on, and none of the shirts would fit. She called Pete and asked him if she could borrow one of his shirts. He went to get some for her and he passed them through the door when he returned.
She selected a large white t-shirt and pulled it on. The size of the shirt did a good job of hiding the size of her breasts. She asked Pete where she could sleep, and he directed her to his lounge. He went to bed, and Alana soon found herself asleep