The Really Magic 8-Ball

"The Really Magic 8-Ball." she replied with a sigh.

Abrams squinted a bit at her.

"I thought you just said you were a living proof of concept. Works really well, right?" he said with a gesture to her improbably huge and perky bust.

"Well," May sighed. "I did have something of an ulterior motive for requesting this assignment. I thought I had run this in beta on myself with reversible changes enabled but I didn't realize that those weirdos in Corporate had made this one of the few apps with changes that remain permanent sans a subscription model or microtransactions."

Abrams shrugged and scratched at his curly beard, frowning slightly.

"I mean, yeah, rough luck, as I said . . . but what do you expect me to do about it? I'm not Development and I'm certainly not Corporate."

She gave what she hoped was a winning smile and decided to put all her cards on the table.

"That is true but you are a Department Head and you're in Research, which means you're authorized to run the programs multiple times and you can run it on employees. They locked out my access after three tries and my other Department head refused to use up his or anyone else's demo privileges to-"

She made air quotes.

"Correct my reckless mistakes." she finished with a grimace.

"Tch. Doesn't sound great for team trust or morale." Abrams replied with a quirked eyebrow.

"Oh, that's the funniest part - he felt I should be a "living example to everyone in Development about the errors of running code on oneself without enabling safeguards first" which I *get* but this is just so . . . utterly humiliating."

She gestured to herself in frustration, letting out a heaving sigh that strained the buttons on her blazer. Frankly, getting transferred out of her department hadn't been that tricky, considering her rep was now somewhat shot but that wasn't the worst of it.

"I've been stuck like this for nearly 5 months and it's been almost intolerable. I understand setting an example to my co-workers but being Jessica Rabbit out in the real world? The stares, the comments, the . . . assumptions! And having to wear double layers only for them to still not do the job is-"

She crossed her arms over her bust, which was no no mean feat, given their size.

"Look, I know a lot of our test subjects get handed a lot worse but, short of a transfer to Alaska where I can safely wear a parka the rest of my natural life assuming *that* even stops the whole "wet t-shirt aesthetic" I'm now cursed with, I thought- well, I hoped you could provide me with a little help here." she finished, hoping she'd read his psychological profile correctly in that he couldn't resist a challenge.

Abrams gave her a thoughtful look before continuing.

"OK, fine, but if I get you a good outcome, I get full control over the testing demographics for this demo. I'll listen to you but no vetoes on my choices." he replied, lifting a finger. "And you're going to be my actual assistant, like what I actually requested before you pulled some strings, OK? I don't want to hear you complain about getting me coffee when you could be hacking the source code of the universe instead or whatever. Deal?"

He offered a hand.

May sighed but she figured it was as good as a deal as she was likely to get. Even so, she decided to press her luck a tiny bit.

"I reserve one veto but otherwise, sure. Deal." she replied before reaching over to shake.

"Fine, but only the one. Sounds good." he replied returning her handshake firmly before letting go and turning to boot up The Really Magic 8-Ball on his console. She sighed, relieved.

"After we get your whole chest situation handled, I've already got a great candidate arena all ready to go." he announced happily as he worked. "Cutthroat Hollywood casting and modeling agency, lot of strong personalities but with creative bents too, really might stretch the limits. Anyways, here we go."

As it finished booting up, Abrams ran a hand through his hair, muttering to himself about how best to deal with three changes as quickly as possible before snapping his fingers.

"Are May's breasts are a source of great happiness?" he asked triumphantly as he hit a button.

"What? Hey, that's not what I meant-" May sputtered before the app landed on "It is decidedly so." and she blinked.

Abrams looked over at her, noting that her tits still remained the size of her head with nipples indenting through two layers of fabric, but also noting a brand new grin on her face.

"So, how's that treating you?" he asked.

Ever since May's bust had increased to god knows what cup size, there had been a bit more sensitivity along with their size increase - a fact she'd been having to deal with for months, with any fabric rubbing against her oversized nipples as they swayed and jiggled without any sort of restraint, preternaturally perky or no. It had been yet another annoyance but suddenly . . . well, now it was a pleasure. And what a pleasure! The delicious sensation of the white suit shirt she wore against her titflesh, especially her nipples, was enough to make her swoon a little, little sparks of pleasure radiating with each breath and movement that made them rise and sway. Everywhere she felt the slightest contact radiated pure ecstasy. She stared down at them in delight and confusedly wondered how and why she would have ever wanted to get rid of them.

"Oh, they feel amazing!" she half-cooed, half-moaned.

"Yeah, I bet." Abrams muttered with a smirk before continuing "So, they're not too big? Always looking like the air conditioning's on not a problem for you?"

May bust out laughing which made her huge chest jiggle and she moaned softly in delight at the sensations afterwards.

"Are you kidding? I *love* these things!" she replied, flushed and grinning ear to ear as she stared down at her chest, telling the now honest truth.

She remembered everything up to the last few minutes but now with a detached scorn. Really, wasn't this what she'd dreamed of, secretly? When she, a genius programmer, made her so called "mistake?" A pair of tits so huge and perky they could never be ignored? Breasts so big and beautiful that she could get attention and sexual satisfaction anytime she wanted?

"Mmmm- oh! Sorry." she murmured, getting a bit hot and bothered before having to **** her hands away from her nipples even as she noticed Abrams give her a look both amused and unapologetic. Not that she minded anymore - she liked it when people looked and now everyone was happy.

"If they're a little, uh, sensitive now, you're welcome to take off everything above the waist to help you focus." Abrams offered as offhandedly as if discussing the weather before turning back to his monitors to reboot the app.

"I don't think being topless at work would be very professional?" she replied in a tone that was far more teasing and questioning than the sort of stern reprimand she'd have given anyone who would have asked her to be topless just a few minutes ago. The thought was extremely delightful and hot after all, she had to admit, considering how happy just being constantly braless with obvious nipple indents under her clothes now made her.

"Well, if you can still concentrate, that's fine, but I'm sure it would make most of the men and even a few of the girls around here in Research really happy to see them." Abrams said, stressing the word "happy" ever so slightly as he glanced over his shoulder. "We so rarely get to see the results of our work outside of screens, so-"

May already had her blazer taken off and draped across the back of a nearby chair by the time he hit the word "rarely" and had taken off her white suit shirt so hastily a few buttons went flying before he finished his sentence.

"Well, if that's what would make people happy!" she responded a bit too eagerly, thrusting out her preternaturally huge, perky tits at Abrams and the rest of the Research team with a huge grin, nipples clearly up and hard. "I just, uh, can't say no to boosting team morale!"

As a chorus of scattered applause, surprised exclamations and low whistles erupted from those around, along with the sound of somebody dropping a can of soda, a small part of May distantly wondered if she was missing something . . . but the majority of excited faces pushed any such thoughts right out of her head, even as a few whipped out their phones to snap quick pics. So long as her breasts were a source of happiness, nothing was really wrong at all about the situation, frankly.

"Wow, more like she's a transfer from "OVERDevelopment." a woman's voice to her left said with a derisive snort. "Seriously, Director Abrams?"

Realizing that someone was now unhappy about her wanton display, May immediately reached down and slipped just her blazer over her massive bust with just one button done. It seemed a fair compromise since she was still displaying a canyon of cleavage with nipples indenting the fabric to show them off to the rest of the team who all clearly loved her breasts - simply the most happiness for everyone around she could manage at this time.

"Sorry, didn't mean to upset anyone! Just wanted to give everyone some smiles on my first day!" she replied a bit sheepishly to the lanky, dark-haired woman, before biting her lip and hiding her excitement poorly.

"You sure gave them something, all right." the woman muttered as she glanced at a few obvious bulges of her male researchers crotches, then sighed in disgust and walked away, tapping at a tablet and shaking her head.

"All right, all right people, show's over, get back to work! Jenkins, clean up that soda!" Abrams barked at the rest of the team, most of whom tore themselves away reluctantly with glances back at May.

"Huh. Interesting. Might have to test the limits and definitions of what exactly defines "happiness" later." he muttered under his breath with one last lingering glance at May's astonishing cleavage before looking back at the monitors.

"What was that?" May asked.

"Just thinking out loud." he said in a more audible tone and ran his hand through his beard before continuing. "Anyways, would you say I got you a good outcome?"

Intellectually, May knew it was the Really Magic 8-Ball that made her feel this way and frankly, it wasn't at all the outcome her old self had been hoping for . . . but honestly? She shivered a bit with poorly disguised pleasure at both the sensations of the fabric and the few more than occasional glances tossed her way, feeling now liberated and empowered by her massive chest rather than burdened and ashamed. Not to mention delighted! God, if it felt this good just showing them off, she thought with a hungry curiosity before shaking her head to clear it and responding to his question honestly.

"Signs point to yes." she agreed with a hearty little chuckle and a shiver of delight that made her beloved assets jiggle pleasantly. "Which means you honored your end of the deal. Shall we get started?"

"Let's." Abrams replied with a smile as he began the Really Magic 8-Ball trials.