''The Busty Shop Assistant...'''

Looking at the sentence generated and considering the options he could think of, he decided to change something that would be obvious, if he had selected the correct person, there was no way he'd miss the change.

He glanced up again, quickly looking away as he realised that Melody was looking directly at him, then he confirmed the change

''The BUSTY shop assistant is standing by her desk, waiting for more customers who she can help''[CONFIRMED]

***

Melody had just noticed that the guy from earlier, the one with the broken phone, was hanging around the back of the shop, pretending to browse through DVDs and flicking back over the exact same ones enough times in a row to leave no doubt that he wasn't actually interested in picking up a movie.

However, she was distracted from her observation of his suspicious behaviour by the sudden gurgling feeling in her chest, almost a similar sensation to a stomach rumble after taking too long between meals, it was followed by an odd feeling of all the muscles in her chest tensing and releasing in a pulsing rhythm, one which stayed constant as she swore she was watching the front of her polo shirt get tighter and tighter, the sharp feeling of the underwire in her bra letting her know it really was happening just a moment before the neck on her polo lost a button to the strain of the new mass it had to contain.

She quickly ran from behind the counter and knocked on the storeroom door, frantically tapping as she felt the first of the stitches around the neck of her polo start to let go. Leaning against the door and letting out an exasperated sigh before it finally swung open, catching her slightly off guard and letting her fall forwards just a little before catching herself, one hand resting on the chest of the man who had emerged from the store room.

''Zack!'' She beamed her best smile at him ''Could you cover for me at the front desk for just a minute, I need to go to the bathroom. I might be coming down with something. Thanks!'' She didn't even wait for a response as she saw him already starting to stare slack jawed at the cleavage starting to form in the now wide open neck of her polo shirt.

''What happened to your... boobs?'' Zack's question faltered as he realised by the time he finished asking, that Melody was already out of earshot.

The slim girl burst into the bathroom and immediately turned to lean on the sink, looking at herself in the mirror and questioning just how her boobs had suddenly ballooned to the point of making her sensible work uniform look like a porn parody of itself, a tear starting to form perfectly between where her tits had already stretched the fabric too far.

She reached under the back of her shirt, something much harder to do with the current lack of loose fabric, and unclasped her bra, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding as the dull pain of the stiff underwire of her now undersized bra was suddenly relieved. Still, even without the pressure from her bra, the sheer size of her tits was a worry.

Boobs didn't just grow overnight, much less over a period of 5 minutes while you were stuck at work.

Sucking in a breath, she bounced her chest and confirmed to herself that they were real as she felt the new weight bounce and hang off her chest, bringing one hand up to squeeze the squidgy flesh before it dropped to her forearm and she pinched herself, hard.

''Owww! Definitely not dreaming. Okay, maybe just hallucinating and having a mental breakdown, maybe''

***

Back in the shop, John was stunned, he thought he could see the growth starting straight away, but that was quickly blocked from view as Melody kept herself facing the storeroom door. However, the excess boob stuffed into her shirt as she made a dash for the bathroom, left no doubt in John's mind, he had the right Melody selected.

And the poor guy from the store room still clearly didn't know what he had just seen as he seemed to be standing at the main desk, slightly dazed looking, staring off to space and then stealing glances towards the bathroom door.

John meanwhile, was disappointed to see the message that appeared when he hit ''Generate Statement'' once again.

''Target must be within visual range in order to be selected. Please select new target''

Damn