Two Days Later, and a New Morning

Monica's eyes fluttered open, The room was dim, but she could tell it was her apartment. Then, she saw the light turn on, and the figure of her friend, Anna.

"Hey Monnie, how are you feeling?" Anna looked in smiling.

Monica took a moment to gather her thoughts, and she felt...better. "Good. Better than before, the buzzing is gone."

"Oh good! That's good." Anna was excited, and relieved. Her smile faded a little bit.

"What's wrong?" Monica sat up, a bit slowly. She noticed something felt a bit off, but couldn't put her finger on it.

"Well, uh, you might want to check yourself out in the mirror." Anna was nervous.

Monica started to get a bad feeling. "What's the matter? Am I okay?"

Anna nodded. "Yes, yes, of course. You're fine. Just...look, I'll get the mirror." Anna left the room and came back with a full-length mirror. "Ready?"

"Just show me already." Monica was nervous now.

Anna placed the mirror in front of her.

"Oh my God." Monica was shocked.

She was already pretty busty as it was, but this...was something else. Her breasts were bigger, not just by a cup size or two. They were bigger than her head. Her nipples were bigger and had a pink tint to them. They stuck out and were very pronounced.

"Oh my God..." Monica said again. She was wearing her signature work attire, but it was more revealing than ever before, even her thighs had a bit of added thickness!

"Yeah.." Anna started, "So, there were some side effects."

Monica stood up, and the skirt she had on was now a little mini-skirt, and the white button-up struggled around her huge tits. She couldn't believe this was happening.

"You call these 'side effects'!?" Monica tried lifting her now humongous breasts with her hands and had difficulties. They were so heavy, and big, and soft. Anna didn't feel the need to respond. Monica could feel her nipples through the fabric, and she could see that they were puffy, and had a tint of redness to them. "Oh my God, what am I going to do? How can I go to work like this? And...are they leaking?"

"Um, well, yeah." Anna blushed. "I'm pretty sure it's milk. That's what I've been doing for the past couple of days, taking care of you, and the, uh, milking. I didn't know what else to do, otherwise you might've made a mess of your room. You're welcome. But yeah, you have to go to work."

"How in the fuck do I go to work like this?" Monica shot daggers into her friend.

"It's easy. Just, um...dress accordingly." Anna shrugged with a nervous smile.

Monica thought about it for a moment. She was a little mad at her friend for not telling her about the side effects, but at least it seemed her thoughts weren't clouded and horny anymore.

"Thanks for watching me for the past couple of days, and for the 'milking'," Monica sighed. She was weighing whether or not this was worth curing the mental fog. Larger breasts and a huge trunk or her brain? Perhaps it wasn't fair to compare apples to oranges.

"Oh, of course. I didn't have much else to do, so, yeah." Anna was blushing, the experience of milking her best friend was kinda exciting.

"Well, I've gotta try and cover these, and figure out how I'm gonna wear something appropriate to go into work today." Monica rummaged around her drawers and found some extra large bra straps that she had, and tried to get them over her huge tits. But it wasn't long until the fabric ripped, and her huge boobs fell out.

"Damn." Monica looked at her bare tits.

Anna watched in awe, and was blushing a bit. She'd been seeing her friend naked for the past two days, but now, it was different with her being awake. "Um, yeah. They are, uh, impressive."

"I'm gonna have to go without a bra, aren't I?" Monica was disappointed.

"Yeah, that's probably the only way."

"Well, shit."

"Yeah..."

Monica and Anna spent a little time trying to get a dress that fit. But nothing seemed to fit around her chest. So, eventually, Monica settled for an old outfit she had from college when she went through a little bit of college weight gain. It used to be an oversized suit, but now it appeared quite small. The top was tight, and the buttons strained around her bust. The skirt was a mini, and her huge breasts pushed against the fabric.

"Well, I'm as covered up as I'm gonna get." Monica sighed, deeply this time.

"Yeah, that's...that's a good look." Anna smiled.

"It's better than having them all out." Monica turned around and checked herself in the mirror, "Let's get going."

The two of them left the apartment, and headed to work. Monica made a mental note she'll have to ask Anna's boss if he can reduce these 'side effects'.