The Next Morning

Emily blearily rubbed the sleep from her eyes as the sun streamed in the window. As she rolled over, she glanced at the clock. 8:00 AM. No. No way it was 8:00. She looked at her phone and saw it was true. She was going to be running late for a meeting with her advisor! Emily scrambled to get out of bed and immediately clutched at her chest. Her breasts were sore. And did they fill out her hands more? No. No way. It must just be getting close to her period, that had to be it.

She rushed to the shower, trying to get herself cleaned up for her meeting. As the hot water ran across her body, she couldn’t help but shiver. It felt extra good this morning, especially on her nipples as the water cascaded down her chest. She reached her hands up and began to caress her chest, savoring the tingle that spread around her body. She felt the tingle concentrate between her legs. Was she really getting turned on just from playing with her breasts? ‘It has been a while,’ she thought to herself, tearing her hands away from her nipples and forcing herself to get ready for the day.

Out of the shower, Emily threw open the doors to her closet. She essentially wore a uniform: slacks and a button up. Each item of clothing was meticulously organized, but looking at them now she found herself looking for something a little more exciting. She tried one of her button ups but found the fabric starting to gape around her cleavage. That wouldn’t do, although some voice in the back of her mind told her to just leave it a little more unbuttoned. She traded in the blouse for a turtleneck with no chance of gaping. Still, the fabric was stretched tight across her breasts, highlighting just how big they were today. As for bottoms, she grabbed her regular slacks, but found as she tried to do them up that her ass seemed to have expanded too. They were suddenly tight where they hadn’t been. ‘I’ll have to make it to the gym this week,’ Emily thought.

By the time she made it to the bus stop, she was running late. Her hands couldn’t leave her chest alone and it was everything she could do not to play with them in public. Her self control was frayed as she stepped onto the packed bus, swinging her bag around in front of her to minimize her footprint and let other people crush on. It wasn’t a long trip for her to campus, but she was **** this time for it to be shorter. Every jostle of the bus sent a shock of pleasure through her body as her breasts jiggled. Suddenly, she realized some of the pleasure she felt was a hand caressing her ass.

The hand wandered across the curve of her rear, exploring her lazily. She knew her pants were tighter than normal, leaving little to the imagination. She realized that the hand was starting to slip lower, teasing between her legs. A shiver went down her spine at the touch. She wanted to swat the hand away, but she also wanted to see what the hand did next. Some part of her felt a flush of pride at the compliment of being groped on the bus. A single finger stretched between her legs, pushing the seam of her pants against her clit. She’d found a pair of underwear she usually saved for the rare date she went on and the thin, silky fabric was quickly getting wet from her treatment. The groping was slow and deliberate, exploring her body while she was trapped. With the waves of pleasure came waves of relaxation. She wanted to lean back into the hand, let it explore her fully and enjoy the sensations of its teasing.

Emily nearly missed her stop, lost as she was in the pleasurable reverie. She bolted off the bus, making her way to the physics department offices as quickly as she could. When she rounded the stairs, she saw her advisor poking his head out the door, clearly looking for her.

“Ah, there you are, I was starting to wonder.” Her advisor was a tall, lanky man with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. His jaw was sharp and masculine and Emily had occasionally fantasized about how else he might guide her in his office. She always shook off the fantasy, but she found it creeping back up in her mind at this moment.

“I am so sorry Dr. Adler. One of those mornings.” Emily tried to laugh it off but a girlish giggle escaped her lips. She was startled by her own voice. She’d never laughed like that before.

She made her way down the hall, dashing into Dr. Adler’s office. She was unable to avoid brushing her chest against him as she tried to slide into the office. Again the tingles spread through her and she felt an urge to press her body more against her advisor.

“You look nice today Emily.” The man couldn’t avoid looking at the young woman’s figure. Her shirt stretched across her breasts almost obscenely and her ass was undeniable.

Emily felt a flush of pride rush through her body. Her advisor thought she looked nice! She shook the thought from her head though and refocused on discussing her data. “I’m so sorry, I don’t have a lot to say in this appointment. I haven’t gotten through the data yet.”

“Struggling with the analysis?”

“Yeah I mean it’s like so hard.”

Dr. Adler raised his eyebrow, “well you’ve never shrunk from a challenge.”

“Oh no totally, thank you. I definitely don’t. It’s just… yeah.” Emily trailed off, mind empty of what to say next.

The two discussed her findings so far and how her experiments had been going. On the whole things were going well, but Emily found herself distracted and forgetting certain things about how she’d been progressing. She had to keep referring to her notes to keep up with the conversation.

Dr. Adler broke off his line of questioning and paused for a moment, “Emily, are you alright today?”

“What? Oh yeah totally. I’m totally fine.”

“You sound a little off, that’s all.”

“Oh no, I’m like totally fine. Good even. I feel more relaxed.”

“Ok,” Dr. Adler smiled, “it seems like a little stress does you good though. It seems to keep you focused.”

Emily giggled again at his joke. The girlish, cascading laugh was totally unlike her but she was only dimly aware of that.

“Well, I think you’re in a good place to start data analysis. Is there anything else you need help with or shall we break off this meeting until you’ve got more results?”