Searching For A Solution

Monica got up and ran to the elevator. Luckily, it was empty. When she arrived downstairs, she went to the lounge, and found her friend, Anna, talking to another one of their coworkers.

"Hey Monica, what's up?" Anna smiled, and then she noticed her friend's expression, and then her bust.

"You know what's up." Monica was trying to control her breathing, and trying not to get too riled up.

"It looks like your cup size..." Anna said.

"Yeah, that's what's up. This is a mess, Anna. How do I avoid this? The Brand Adjuster was in my face earlier today and there's all this sex going on upstairs and it's only a matter of time before someone tries something amd it is going to make me feel something. And then I'll just get bigger. I don't know what to do.
"Well, uh...." Anna was obviously trying to think of a good consequence free solution. "Just don't get bothered, and keep yourself preoccupied. I guess that's the best you can do. Maybe Dr. Verlax has something for you? I'll let him know via page. Just keep cool, okay?"

"Alright, thanks Anna." Monica left the room, and tried her best to get ahold of herself. As she made her way to the elevator, a man she's seen before oassed by her. He was wearing a fishing hat and a red worn jacket.

"Well, if it ain't Ms. Monica Hanlon. You're a pretty popular gal." The man with the fishing hat said, he stood in her way into the elevator. It took a while to remember where she's seen him before, but it came to her.

"You were the man talking to Hubert the other day. Who are you?" She was suspicious.

"I forgot we have never met. Name's Reiter, Jack Reiter. Marketing..." He lowered his hat a bit to cover his eyes. "I'm more or less partially responsible for your problems. You wouldn't have had to see that bastard Verlax for some half-cocked treatment with side-effects..."Jack glanced at Monica's hips and breasts, and continued, "...if it wasn't for my subliminal messaging."

"How did you know I went to the doctor?" Monica was alarmed.

Jack smiled, "I know a lot of things."

Monica wanted to know more, but the tingling in her chest was growing, and Jack was in her way.

"I must hurry to him to see if there's anything more the he can do." Monica tried to squeeze past Jack.

"Hold up there, Ms. Hanlon. I can help you with that." Jack put his hand up.

Monica stopped, "Wait, what? How?"

"I'm the reason you're having those symptoms, and I'm the only one who can reverse it....If you're willing to trust me, follow me to my floor. That Dr. Verlax, he'll make you worse, I guarantee it."

"If you're the one who sent the e-mail, why are you trying to help me?" Monica was a little skeptical, but she was ****, so she waited for his answer.

"I can't tell you that unless you trust me. But let's just say it is guilt for now. What's it going to be, Monica?" Jack extended his hand.

Monica had a decision to make, trust a complete stranger, or return to the doctor. Either way, it could potentially make her situation worse. The tingling was growing stronger, and the thought of being even bustier made her shiver.