Convention Center

Scrolling through the list of jobs, one caught her eye. A convention center nearby was looking for workers that would be able to help out at a variety of different events, fulfilling many different roles. The job description listed many different events, some of which Vanessa had always wanted to go to. She was especially interested in the nerd conventions, things that she always wanted to go to but never had the time, money, or motivation to before. While it wouldn’t be the same as attending normally, this would still be an awesome opportunity. Obviously she understood that there was no guarantee that she would work at one of those conventions any time soon, but even the chance of that happening excited her. Without a hesitation she filled out the application. There were a few lines about how potential employees must be willing to fill whatever role is asked of them, but Vanessa didn’t worry about that. Submitting the application, all she had to do was wait to hear back.

Luckily for her, she didn’t have to wait very long, as less than an hour later she got an email saying that they would love to schedule an interview with her as soon as possible. They would even conduct the interview today if Vanessa was able to make it. Vanessa was so excited to hear back so quickly, responding to the email saying she would see them today.

Racing to get ready, Vanessa tore through her closet to find any formal clothes she could wear to the interview. It had been so long since she needed clothes like this that the only one she had was a white button up t-shirt from a couple years ago. Unfortunately for Vanessa, her body had changed a bit in those couple years. While she slipped her arms in the shirt with ease, the real struggle would be closing it. Starting from the bottom, the shirt was buttoning up perfectly. That was until she got to her accursed chest. Her breasts were at least twice the size they were when she last wore this shirt, and now she had to squeeze her breasts into it. She had to pull the shirt to its limit, crushing her breasts more and more with each button. She was only through half of the buttons and she was already struggling to breathe. Her breasts bulged obscenely out of the remaining space, forming a grotesque cleavage. Looking down at her chest, Vanessa didn’t think she could safely clasp any more buttons. If she were to button in up completely, she would be risking a button related wardrobe malfunction. Yet, if she left it like it was, she would look like a secretary in a porno. There were really no good options.