Hanna's surprises

Hanna woke up to a surprise. A rather big surprise. Two of them in fact. She'd known her boobs were going to get bigger. She'd written 3-4 cup sizes herself . She just hadn't been prepared for just how big that would make her. She'd spent her whole life with her very modest A cups, 4 cups would boost her to an E, because she was definitely on the bigger side of her rule. She sat up and felt them weigh her down. She slide her pajamas off her shoulders and stared down, gently groping each breast in her hands. Well, she'd gotten her wish. She definitely had TITS.

Slowly she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, feeling the unfamiliar sway of her breasts as she walked. She wasn't used to that at all, she might even have to start wearing a bra at home. She continued her morning routine, pointedly avoiding the small notebook on her counter. Soon she was ready to head to work, so she finally walked over to the rulebook.

She was tempted to use it right now. She had lots of ideas. A long list of plans to try.

But she didn't. Somehow she resisted the temptation, leaving the rulebook on the counter and walked out of her door. After all she'd written a rule that let her summon it wherever it was, so she didn't need to physically carry it, and if she did have it on her person she was likely to use it. And today, she wasn't going to. Not until the afternoon anyway. Now that it was for real, she wanted to see what kind of punishment the rulebook would generate itself. Whatever it did, she wouldn't be able to erase it.

Hanna did have time to stop at her favourite cafe on her way in. She was greeted at the counter by a male barista, and briefly wondered if her experience would be enhanced by reinstituting the topless rule here. Maybe later.

"Hi Sir," Hanna said. She paused, confused. She hadn't meant to call him Sir, that rule was...Oh. She just realized her wording. She'd made the rule only apply to Frontenac Capital, but she'd said female employees must address men as sir. She didn't limit it to male employees. That meant all female employees had to address all men as Sir. She smiled, well, that wasn't so bad, "Sir, can I have a flat white please?"

He took her money and another person made her drink. Then she hurried off to work, she couldn't be late after all.

Today her skirt was the appropriate length, so nobody would be spanking her, but she certainly got a lot of stares as she made her way to her office. That was to be expected as she'd grown 4 cup sizes overnight and hadn't had the chance to buy a bra, or even a shirt that fit properly. As it was her tits were barely contained.

She noticed with some satisfaction that Sharon and Kendra were both wearing skirts today, but that Sharon had missed the mark. Hanna saw two men spank her as they went by, after all her skirt went down to her knees. Hanna didn't know if she made another mistake, or if she chose to be spanked instead of exposing more thigh. Either way, Hanna was happy.

Hanna had only been sitting at her desk for a few minutes when Ned knocked on her door, then entered, "Morning Hanna," It felt weird, hearing Ned call her Hanna instead of Ms. Park. He was also so differential to her, but now he spoke so casually, "I sent you that report you wanted. And I've got a lead for you. An old school friend of mine is now working for Laurentian Investments and says they're looking for somewhere to invest. I suggested Frontenac and his bosses want to meet with you."

Hanna's eyebrow rose. That sounded...good. Ned was competent enough, but not much of a go-getter. She was surprised. Pleasantly so. "Make it happen," Hanna ordered, "I want you to take the lead. Obviously I'll be be there for the meeting, but I want you to do the background research of them, and prepare a presentation for us to deliver telling them why they should invest with us."

Ned's eyes went wide, then he grinned, "Really? Thanks Hanna, I won't mess up this opportunity."

"No Sir, you won't," Hanna said, "Because if you do..." She let the threat hang there, unsaid. Then waved him off. Ned basically ran back to his cubicle.

Hanna smiled to herself. She wouldn't actually fire him, and she wasn't going to let him do it alone. But she felt like she knew how to motivate Ned. He'd do a good job, she was sure of it.

Then she settled into her work, and there was more than enough of it to make time fly by. Before she knew it noon had come and gone. She'd done it, or rather, not done it. She hadn't used the rulebook in time, and a punishment had been generated. She looked over her body but didn't notice anything. She was tempted to look right away, but decided it would be more fun to find out on her own.

After a minute or so nothing had come to mind that could be different, so she stood up and took a step forward.

Normally that would be followed by a second step, and a third, and so on. But today for some reason, that didn't happen. It was like she'd forgotten how to walk, and she went tumbling down to the ground. It hurt a little bit, but she wasn't really injured. Just confused. She pushed herself up and stood once again. She looked around in confusion, then took another step and...fell.

So the rulebook had taken her ability to walk? That was not good. Really not good. She was fine being humiliated a little bit, but she couldn't survive crawling everywhere forever!

She had to check. She concentrated and summoned the rulebook, flipping it open to read the rules.

New Rule: Hanna Park cannot walk unless she is wearing footwear with at least a 4" heel.

She looked down at her shoes. She had worn heels, but they were 2 inches at most. She crawled back to her chair and pulled herself up to sitting. The rule wasn't bad. Restrictive for sure, but she could live with that. She'd have to get used to baths though, showering in stilleteoes sounded dangerous. The bigger issue was immeidate. She couldn't exactly crawl all the way to the store to buy replacements. She'd been new shoes brought to her.

With a sigh she typed into the messenger app, summoning Ned.

He came a few minutes later, "You wanted to see me Holly?"

"Yes Sir, I need a favour. I'm asking this as your friend, not your boss. Will you go pick up a pair of heels for me?"

"Uh...right now?" Ned asked.

Hanna nodded, "Yes. Right now. I'll give you some money. I need shoes with a 4 inch, or higher, heel. And I need them asap. Here, take my credit card," She pulled it out of her wallet and held it out, not giving him a chance to refuse, "Go to Klein's on Bloor. It's not far."

"Uh...ya. Ok. I'll be back soon." Ned hurried off.

Hanna breathed a sigh of relief. She knew Ned would come through for her.

Her relief didn't last as she suddenly got an urgent email. Richard had called an urgent meeting. The kind of meeting she couldn't just skip. She couldn't wait for Ned, she HAD to go. What was she going to do?

She looked at the rulebook, lying on the floor still. That had caused the problem, might as well solve it that way too. She couldn't delete the rule, but she could make her own behaviour seem normal. Or somewhat normal.

New Rule: The dress code for female employees includes a requirement to wear high heels. If an employee is unable or unwilling to wear heels she may crawl instead of being sent home for dress code violations.

There, now she wouldn't be the only woman crawling today. She reached down and grabbed one of her shoes. Her too small heel. With a bit of effort she smashed it into her desk, breaking the heel. There, now she just had to say her heel had broken, not that she'd forgotten her shoes.

She had about 20 minutes before the meeting started. She'd need extra time to crawl there. But she wasn't so pressed that she couldn't follow through on her earlier idea.

She went to a new page and wrote a new header, with a few rules below.

Bay Street Cafe.

Old Rule: Female employees are required to be topless at all times when working

Old Rule: The cafe only hires female baristas

There, should be more interesting when she visits tomorrow.

But for now...Hanna dropped to her knees once again. She had somewhere to be, and only one way to get there.