Chaotically

Sam led Maxine into a fancy boutique. It was the kind of place that had no price tags because why would that be a feature of a store for rich people? Maxine had no idea why her friend was insisting on this. She knew her job as a barista and the occasional nightclub bouncer didn't pay nearly enough.

Oh. At least the latter job would be impossible now, wouldn't it? She couldn't bounce anyone or anything save for her absurdly large tits.

Speaking of tits, Sam was flagging down one of the workers. They evaluated them for a brief instant, displayed the appropriate amount of aloofness a store like this demanded, and then hovered over.

"Yes?" She was dressed impeccably from head to toe, perfect makeup and stylish nail polish making her absolutely stunning. Maxine had to tear her eyes away from her hands. "Do you require directions?"

Sam cleared her throat. "No, I am here to treat my friend to new clothes. Her wardrobe is utterly insufficient after a, uhm, recent growth spurt. You know how these things can come quickly."

"Come with me, miss. We shall take your measurements posthaste."

Maxine followed. Subsequently she was efficiently handled and measured. Her numbers and especially her ratios were out of this world. The clerk commented on their unusual dimensions. The bras were among the largest the store had and still managed to look cute and sexy. Maxine liked how she looked in the mirror, and it only started to hit now how much life had changed. The panic still wasn't coming and she suspected it wouldn't.

"Matching underwear, miss," the clerk said, handing her a number of silky soft panties. "These should fit you quite nicely. In the meantime I will go and fetch some other items that might strike your fancy."

"You look cute," Sam said. Maxine whirled around, surprised, and blushing furiously. "Those bras have lift to them, not that you needed it, really. Makes that cleavage pop even more. Oh, and that ass! Quite striking with that red-hot pattern on the panties."

"Are you teasing me?" She asked, growing redder still. "Because, uh, yeah. This is all so new?"

Sam went down on one knee, took her hands in hers. Maxine wasn't that short, not child-sized by any stretch, but now her best friend towered over her. This, looking down at her again, like she used to do before, felt strangely intimate. "You will get through this, okay? I did some quick internet searching and we can talk to the company that made the pills. Just to be safe. And then maybe get you checked out by a doctor. I know it's a lot but I will be with you every step of the way, okay?"

Maxine swallowed, hard. "Thank you so much." She paused. "I should try these other panties, I think. Before that clerk comes back with more stuff."