Go to work as normal

The next morning she woke with dread. She made her way to her wardrobe and looked through the items for an outfit. She picked a long, almost ankle-length pleated brown skirt and another brilliant white blouse. She definitely noticed a leaner waist on herself than before.

She picked up a pair of ankle boots with a small heel, figuring this would be the most comfortable way to deal with the tightness of her calf.

She looked around, half expecting another interjection from a tiny man, but it never came.

It was around 11 oclock that he made his unwelcome presence known. She was sat in a meeting listening to her colleague talk when a banging on the glass conference room wall surprised her. The small man was holding a clipboard with the words, "LAID YET?" on it.

She shook her head no and shooed him away with her arm. Her colleague, who was presenting, paused to see if the gesture was for him before he continued talking. Embarrassed, she shifted in her seat and turned back to watch, trying to put the creature out of her mind.

She couldn't, of course, because she noticed something tickle her leg. Second by second, her skirt's hemline shortened up her crossed legs. The pleated fabric tightened until the pleats were stretched out. It stopped just above her knees, now a short pencil skirt. She tried to tug at the hem for coverage, but the tight skirt wouldn't move.

While her hands were busy below the table, she also felt her top adjust. The fabric tightened around her once again. She looked down and was surprised to see that the top four buttons, previously fastened, were now gone. The shirt was now cut with a deep V-neck.

She squeezed her fist in frustration. Her temptation was to yell 'FUCK!' but she knew it would derail the meeting and likely her career.

The meeting was painful for her. She had dressed like this only a few times for a handful of parties and her prom. On several occasions over the course of the meeting, she had caught one of her older colleagues staring at her chest. Each time, he looked embarrassed and quickly averted his gaze.

On the third time, she spotted the tiny man behind the glass again. This time, instead of banging, he gestured at the man and gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up. She figured he was trying to persuade her to flirt.

Flirting with her senior in the workplace was inconceivable to her, even if she had fancied him. She looked at the messy gray hairs on his head, how his messy hairline blended so ambiguously with his unkempt facial hair and crouched over slightly, subconsciously, to shield herself from the thought of him.

She rolled her eyes at the man and tried to focus on the meeting. She saw him wave again out of the corner of her eye. Before she could react, she felt a **** impart a firm shove on the small of her back and pull back on her shoulders. She gasped loudly as her new posture pushed some air out of her.

She tried to fight it, but nomatter what she did, she found herself sitting confidently and accentuating her B-cups. She balled her fists tightly under the table, frustrated with the creature. She couldn't yell, she couldn't storm out, and she knew for certain that any eye contact she made with the man now, considering her posture, would be as good as flirting.

Thinking her ordeal was suspended for now, not wanting to cause a scene, she chose to try to embrace her flirty posture and make it look like she was sitting confidently. However, a new sensation was emerging on her chest. It started with a nice sensation, almost like butterflies, but behind her nipples. Quickly, though, came a sense of pressure. She looked down and to her shock, they seemed to be moving outwards: growing.

Her instinct screamed at her to adjust her pose but her body refused. She folded her arms in front of them. She felt her breasts push outwards steadily against her arms, forcing her to loosen them slightly. Despite her instruction to it, her back stayed proudly arched, pushing them out for display. Her heart sped. She looked up at the little creature man in the window for reassurance, but he was just beaming and gesturing at the old man. She started to fear that whatever was making them grow wouldn't stop.

By the time they did stop, they were at least one size up from before, pushing out the top of her bra and blouse scandalously. She looked for the creature but he was gone. She was furious that she'd have to sit through the meeting like this, but thankful that he wasn't around to cause more mayhem.