Day 1

She woke up in the morning to the sound of crying in her spare room. More pressing, though, was the heavy weight on her chest. She sat up and marvelled at the massive size of her new boobs.
On her bedside table, she saw a note.
Dear Alana,
You have made a commitment to having large breasts. Even if you are unhappy with their size, you may not try and reduce them or increase them.
Furthermore, the avenue through which we chose to expand your breasts is childbirth. It is your responsibility to take full care of the child, whose name is Jacob, though he is not genetically yours. For all intents and purposes, no one has seen your breasts as you have been at home, as you took maternity leave in the eyes of all others. You will have to deal with their surprise. Remember that you may never wear a bra or any related undergarments. Above all, enjoy your new breasts.
Regards,
A friend.
Alana read the note, and began to panic. She went into her spare room and, sure enough, there was a baby in a cradle. Moreover, she had only wanted a C cup, not the massive mounds she had been delivered.
The baby continued crying, and Alana realised it was hungry. She picked up the baby and went to carry him downstairs, but he insistently grabbed at her breasts. She realised, with horror, that she would have to breastfeed. She pulled him towards her breast and he began suckling away happily. She moved him between her two breasts until he seemed to be full, at which point she put him back in the cradle and went back to her room. She remembered she had a meeting at work and, being her first day back, she didn't want to be late.
She opened her cupboard and began looking for some pants. She found some quickly and began to look for a shirt that would fit.
She chose her largest shirt, a white tank top, and pulled it on. It barely fit and squeezed her breasts so they were really uncomfortable. She also found her largest work jacket and pulled it closed, disguising the true size of her breasts, though they still looked massive.
Next, she found a pram and put Jacob in. Somehow, he was fully clothed.
As she was about to leave, she saw more writing on the note.
We'll help out with Jacob.
Relieved, Alana pushed the pram out the door and went to her car. She got in and, as she expected, Jacob and the pram became neatly folded in the car. She got to work on time and prepared to enter the building.
She pushed her pram in and saw several surprised stares aimed at her, most focussed on her breasts.
She put Jacob at her desk and rushed to the meeting room. She entered and sat down, one of the first there. Several of her co-workers examined her breasts with a close eye. The remaining employees filtered in slowly, and took their places. The ones situated directly across and beside Alana were happier than normal to take their seats. The meeting began, and it quickly became obvious the meeting would take a long time.
She noticed the guy across from her staring straight at her boobs, so she crossed her arms in front of them, startling him. The boss droned on, and Alana noticed he, too, was keeping an eye on her chest. He called a break to the meeting and Alana went to get some water before it resumed. She got back last and, as she entered, noticed that the air conditioning was on it's highest setting. The room was already very warm, and it only continued to heat up as the boss continued talking. She began sweating, and noticed the guy beside her was too.
'Do you think we should turn the air con down?' she asked him.
'No, I'm actually cold,' he said, but Alana didn't believe him.
She realised that they were trying to get her to remove her jacket, and resolved to stay strong.
The meeting continued, and the room continued to get warmer.
The boss was just reaching an important part of the meeting when a person who works near her entered the room.
She walked over to Alana.
'Your baby is crying. I think he's hungry.' She whispered in Alana's ear.
Alana took this as the perfect excuse to leave.
'Is it alright if I go and feed Jacob?' she asks her boss.
He looks at her before replying.
'If you think your baby is more important than this company, maybe you aren't committed enough.'
'You could bring him in here,' the guy opposite her suggests.
Alana, stuck, decides that her job is too important to risk, so she asks her desk-mate to bring her over.
The boss continues until Jacob is brought in. Alana collects him and, covering herself with the jacket, slips her breast out of the tank top. The guys all stare, hoping for a glimpse, as she feeds Jacob, but she is careful to keep herself covered. She puts Jacob back in his cradle when she is done, and the meeting finishes. The boss finalises by reminding them all that there is a ball tomorrow night and that they all should dress nice to impress the clientele.
Unfortunately for Alana, she didn't have any money to buy a dress for the ball, so she approaches her boss.
'Hey, I don't have enough money on me to buy a dress for tonight.' she said.
He smiled, and said 'My wife should have one you can borrow. Come to my house tonight around 7.30.' He proceeded to give her the address. She took Jacob back to her desk, and worked until lunch.
At lunch, she took Jacob and got a large chicken and mayo sandwich. She began to ate, but was distracted as Jacob began to cry. She comforted him, and as she turned back to eat she noticed a large glob of mayonnaise had dripped on her jacket, running down and staining the fabric. She wiped it off, but the stain was still very noticeable. Reluctantly, she removed her jacket and finished her sandwich. She went back to her desk, hoping no one would notice, and for a while, no one did. Eventually, though, a guy stopped and stared straight at her breasts for several moments. She glared at him, but within minutes, the flow of guys passing her desk increased dramatically.
She hid them as best she could, but the guys kept coming. She saw her boss leave his office and she was about to call him over, but decided she didn't want the attention. He walked across the office, and into the meeting room. He called her over, and she got up and walked to the meeting room, which was all the way over the other side of the office.
She endured the stares and walked into the meeting room, closing the door.
The boss turned around and, while staring directly at her breasts, asked 'Do you have the numbers for Mr Turner?'
'Yeah, they're at my desk.'
She went back to her desk and got them, before returning and handing them to him. He looked away from her breasts to glance at them, before nodding.
Alana took this as dismissal and was halfway back to her desk when she heard her name. She turned and her boss caught up to her.
'One more thing. You can't just get a boob job and flaunt it in this office. We are a professional organisation.'
'Umm…' Alana replied, unsure how to respond.
'They are fake, right?'
'The pregnancy kind of…'
'Oh!'
'Well, you still can't just come in here without a bra. It's distracting to our other employees. It's not like you don't have any bras to wear, is it?'
'Actually…'
'Oh my god. You don't have any bras that fit, do you?'
'No,' Alana admitted.
'Alright. Just try and wear something that is less distracting.'
He turned and went back to his office, and Alana realised that half of the people in the office were gaping with astonishment.
She slunk back to her desk and stayed late to finish her work. She left at the first chance she got, and was on the way home when she realised she wouldn’t have time to get home if she was going to make it to her bosses house. She drove straight there, with Jacob in the back, and as she pulled up she heard Jacob crying. Not wanting to be 20 minutes late, she decided to feed him inside. She carried him to the front door and rang the bell. Her boss opened the door and seemed surprised.
'I'm so sorry. I forgot you were coming. I just invited a couple of the guys over for a drink and maybe a game.'
'That's alright. I can go if you want.'
'No. It's alright.'
'Do you mind if I go to the bathroom to feed Jacob?'
'Not at all. Go for it.'
Alana walked off and found the bathroom. Inside, she pulled her top off and began to feed Jacob. When he was full, she got dressed and went back to the lounge room, where she recognised her boss and the guys who had been seated next to her and across from her at the meeting. She recalled their names were Pete, Liam and Isaac respectively.
Pete saw her and got up to lead her to his wife's wardrobe. They walked in, and Alana saw a variety of dresses.
Unfortunately, Pete's wife seemed to be quite skinny, particularly in the chest region. Regardless, Alana selected several of the ones that should provide more coverage. She took them to the bathroom, and Pete said he would wait outside. She stripped and tried the first one on, but it wouldn't even fit over her breasts. She pulled it off and tried the second one. This, too, didn’t fit. Finally, she tried the third one. This was designed to be tight around the waist and more loose around the breasts. However, even with the waist band fully loosened, it had to be on the slope of her breasts for the material to cover them. This had the effect of pushing her breasts up and, with limited restriction, her breasts looked massive. She changed out of this and back into her tank top. She exited the bathroom, and Pete seemed surprised she wasn't in a dress.
'They didn't fit,' she explained. 'Your wife must have pretty small breasts to fit in those.'
She heard footsteps and Pete's wife walked around the corner. Her face, while not ugly, was very plain, but her body was very nice. She had wide hips, long legs and a slim waist. In addition to those features, she had a large pair of breasts. Realising what she just said, Alana was dumbfounded. She looked at her breasts with a new appreciation of their size.
The wife, Pauline, mustn't have heard her, but Pete's smirk told the story.
They were introduced, and Pauline saw her dresses in Alana's hands.
'You can have them if you want. They don't fit me since my reduction. I used to be close to your size.'
As she said this, Alana realised that since the tank top was so restrictive, they didn't realise how big her breasts really were, though Pete must have realised with her last comment.
Pauline then led her back to the wardrobe and picked about ten others that she thought would suit Alana. She went to try them on, but eight of the ten didn't fit at all. Another one fit, but only when her boobs were stuffed down near her belly. The final one fit, but only by squeezing her boobs into her chest so they looked much smaller than their true size when she zipped it up.
She showed Pauline and Pete the dress, and Pete was very appreciative. She selected the three that fit and gave the rest back to Pauline before getting changed. When she exited, Pauline said that Pete had told her of her clothing troubles, and offered some of her clothes to Alana. Alana accepted gratefully and went back to the wardrobe with Pauline. They looked through the selection of tops and found three button shirts, plaid, white and black. They also got two tank tops, two sweaters, two tube tops and two t-shirts. Alana doubted they would fit, but accepted them anyway. As she went to leave, Pete asked her if she wanted to play a game of Twister. She declined, and said she would see him at the ball tomorrow. Glad that it would be the weekend the next day, Alana realised that she had a game of soccer. Alana, being a brilliant female soccer player, had been invited to join the men's league. Even there, she was a star, and she had a decent fan club. She arrived home and went to bed early to prepare for soccer.