Day 4

Alana woke up the next day, and saw that Pete had already gotten out of bed. She sat up and pulled on the dressing gown. She noticed that her breasts were now so full they had moved from uncomfortable to painful. A breast pump suddenly appeared next to the bed, and Alana picked it up and slid it onto her breast. She turned it on and was overcome with relief as her breast was slowly emptied. She moved it to the other breast and emptied that, too.
She hid the pump and stuffed her breasts back into the dressing gown as she heard Pete coming upstairs.
'Hey, I have something to tell you, so don't freak out,' Pete began.
'What?' Alana asked.
'You are on the gossip channel.'
'What?!'
She rushed downstairs, behind Pete, and into the living room. There, on the TV, was a picture of Alana at the BRN concert, and when Alana read the headline, she was shocked.
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'It's also trending online,' said Pete.
'Shit.'
The TV broadcast cut to a picture of Alana's apartment, and a reporter knocking on the door.
Pauline opened the door.
'Where is Alana?' the reporter asked.
'Probably in my husbands bed,' replied Pauline, before slamming the door in their faces. The reporter cut back to the studio, and within moments, Alana heard the landline ring.
'We've got to get out of here,' Pete said.
Not in a position to argue, Alana agreed, and she and Pete exited his house and rushed to his car.
They drove off and saw a bunch of news vans coming the other way. Alana ducked down and hoped they didn't recognise the car.
Still in her dressing gown, she heard her phone vibrating. She felt it under her leg and grabbed it. She had 131 different messages and, scrolling through, wasn't surprised to see most of her friends and family had sent her messages. What she was surprised to see was a variety of modelling offers, acting jobs, and several professional soccer contract offers. She deleted most, but kept some of the more interesting ones. She then put her phone in airplane mode.
'Alright, where should we go?' Pete asked.
'Work?'
'No, they'll track us down there.'
'Where, then?'
'There is a men's spa I've wanted to go to.'
'I'm not a man, though.'
'My friend owns the place. He'll let you in.'
They arrived at the spa soon after, and Alana followed Pete inside.
The spa was empty, as it was yet to open, but Pete's friend happily let them in. Alana asked what she could wear, and Pete found a large towel for her breasts, along with some board shorts. They were led to the private room, and Pete turned while she got changed.
They sat down in the spa and relaxed in silence for a while.
'Hey. I just got a message from a news company. It has some questions for you,' Pete announced.
'I don't want to answer any questions.'
'If you do, this will probably blow over more quickly. It's worth a shot.'
'Alright.'
'First question. What was it like growing up with such large breasts?'
'I only developed them when I was pregnant.'
'Second question. Who was Jacob's father?'
'I don't know. I decided I wanted a child so I had a donor.'
'Third question. Have you ever done any modelling?'
'No.'
'Fourth question. Are you having an affair with Pete Jordans?'
'No.'
'Fifth question. What is the size of your breasts?'
'No comment.'
'Sixth question. How many boyfriends have you had?'
'None.'
'You've never had a boyfriend?' Pete asks.
'Nope.'
'Wow. Alright. Seventh question. What are your plans for your future?'
'I don't know yet. Probably pro soccer or rising up the ranks of my company.'
'Final question. Why do you persist in wearing skimpy outfits both at work and in public.'
'I have ****. My breasts make any outfit look skimpy. It isn't a choice I make.'
'That's it. Shall I send it off?'
'Yeah. Go on.'
He sent it off, and then sent a message to Isaac asking him to check his house for reporters.
Several minutes later, he got a response.
'All clear. No reporters near our place.'
'Our place?' Alana questioned.
'Well… yes. You can't go back to your apartment.'
'Nice.'
They got out of the spa and collected their clothes on the way out.
They got in the car and Pete drove back to his house.
'We could still make it in time for work,' he mentioned.
'Alright.'
They rushed inside and Alana found a red shirt with a deep V-neck. She pulled it on as Pete got changed and then changed into a pair of skinny jeans.
The V-neck shirt accentuated Alana's breasts, and for the first time she found herself wanting to show off. She selected a necklace that Pauline had left behind, a small heart, and put it on. The heart nestled in her cleavage, drawing even more attention. She then found a small belt, and she did it up tight under her boobs. Not settling for this, she pushed her boobs up with one hand and pulled the belt even tighter with the other. Releasing her twins, she did the belt up and marvelled at the sight of her cleavage.
'You ready?' called Pete from the other room.
'Yeah,' replied Alana.
Pete entered the room and stopped in his tracks at the sight of Alana, more specifically, her massive breasts.
Still dazed, he led the way out of the house, and somehow managed to drive to work without crashing.
They entered the building, and instantly could notice many of their co-workers keeping an eye out for Alana. Upon her entry, many of the guys seemed to become somewhat uncomfortable, shifting in their chairs.
Alana followed Pete to his office, and they began to get to work.
First things first, they had to draw a name for the annual post-ball work tradition, whereby someone was selected at random to be hung upside down while they tried to chug a litre of milk.
Pete got the hat, prepared with the names of all the employees, and selected the name.
Brayden Hurst
Alana and Pete both knew that he was on holidays, so Alana took the next turn to select a name.
Alana Grayson
She looked at her name on the piece of paper with a sense of dread. No one had managed to complete the milk challenge since the tradition was begun.
Pete promptly called all the office staff to the meeting room, where the rig had been set up. She laid down on her back and Pete attached the rig to her ankles. The room was quickly filling as she was hoisted up.
'Can Alana be the one to finally complete the challenge?' Pete asked the crowd, to a chorus of mostly nos.
'Now, remember, if she finishes the milk, she then has to complete 50 star jumps without throwing up. If she doesn't, Barry will come into play.'
Barry was the company's unofficial mascot, a rectangular box with holes for arms and the head, and a white exclamation mark on the front. The forfeit was that, if you failed to finish the milk or star jumps, you had to wear the costume, and nothing else, for the rest of the work day.
Alana didn't have time to think about that. She was more worried about her breasts falling out of the top, as they were fighting very hard to do, and the milk being lifted to her mouth.
'3…2…1...go,' yelled Pete, and the milk was tipped into Alana's mouth.
She drank as fast as she could, and the 1 litre bottle of milk seemed to take forever to empty. She began feeling sick, but drained the last of the milk to a chorus of cheers.
She was carefully let down, and had ten seconds to prepare for the star jumps, according to the rules.
The seconds passed, and the crowd urged her to begin the star jumps.
She began jumping, and kept count in her head, even though the crowd was counting as one.
Her breasts bounced and, in the V-neck, the effect was transfixing. She got to 20, then 30, but as she rounded 40, she couldn't continue, as she was extremely close to vomiting.
She stopped, and the crowd cheered and jeered as she put her arms up in a show of surrender.
'Barry, Barry, Barry,' they began to chant, and cheered when Liam appeared carrying the makeshift costume. Alana was led by Pete to the bathroom, and got told not to come out unless she was wearing the costume.
The door closed, and Alana reluctantly stripped naked. She pulled the box over her head and, after a titanic struggle, got it past her boobs. She slid it down and it reached to her knees. She got her arms out through the holes and picked up her clothes from the floor. She exited to a loud cheer from her colleagues, and handed her clothes to Pete for safekeeping.
The crowd disbanded back to their desks, and Alana followed Pete to his office. They got to work, and Alana, as her nipples rubbed against the cardboard, was getting progressively more aroused. She had to breathe deeply every so often, but eventually got through the work day. She was asked to stay late by Pete, and when she agreed, she was allowed to get back into her normal clothes.
A client came in to discuss some issues, and for once Alana was not ogled constantly, as the client was a woman. They made the agreements, and the woman was about to leave.
'Your boobs really are fucking huge. Are they actually real?'
Alana, taken aback, just nodded.
'Fuck. You should call me sometime. My husband would love to meet you.'
Alana just smiled awkwardly and ushered the woman, named Tegan, out of the office.
Alana, waiting for Pete, decided to check her phone.
She slid airplane mode off and was inundated with more offers.
She deleted most, but four stood out.
The first was a modelling job for a very well-known women's magazine, that paid more than Alana made in a year.
Another was an offer from her favourite pro soccer team. She had been expecting the trial offer, but was surprised when they added that she would also be involved in cheerleading. Nevertheless, she was very interested in playing for the club, Braithford United.
The next offer shocked Alana when she first read it.
The offer was for a position on celebrity Big Brother. The text said that they were seeking two replacement celebrities, and that they wanted her and Pete to fill the spots. Pete, being a relatively well-known businessman, was somewhat of a celebrity, but Alana was surprised to learn that one news article made her eligible.
The final offer was for her to star in a film. All the message told her was that it was a big franchise, and could launch her career as an actress very well.
Pete finished his work, and they went out to the car.
'Hey. There's a party on tomorrow night at Isaac's. Do you want to go?' asked Pete.
'Sure.'
They got in the car and on the way home told Pete about the offers. He seemed to want to try Big Brother, the one Alana was least keen on.
They arrived home, and Alana decided she would answer in the morning. She went up to bed and, exhausted, passed out instantly.