Why did Bianca get the promotion and not me? Angela fumed. I’ve been here longer than her, I’m more qualified for the position, I… Angela’s train of thought derailed when the blonde woman pranced by Angela’s desk on her way to her new office. Angela’s eyes followed the two reasons Bianca got the promotion as they bounced past her. Those idiot male supervisors… of course they want to leer at her tits in meetings all day. Angela had to admit the other woman’s breasts were huge, probably DD cups, and were mesmerizing as they subtly bounced with each step.

Are big tits what you need to get ahead here? Fine. I can get bigger boobs…

That Wednesday night, Angela began her search. I don’t want big fake ones… there’s got to be a way out there to make my boobs grow, just a little. Just bigger than Bianca. After a few hours of searching, Angela found something promising. “Top-heavy Pills” from a company called “Bustier You, Better You.” All the reviews were positive, and they seemed like they were written by real customers and not an unpaid intern… Angela impulsively bought a bottle with the fastest shipping possible.

Within two days, her package arrived. Angela’s anger had not dissipated at all since she ordered the pills. She collected the package on her way back up to her apartment, eager to outdo that blonde bimbo’s bust. She tore open the package, getting her prize in hand. The bottle was smaller than she expected, but she didn’t want to get that big anyway. How effective could these possibly be? Anything that advertises breast growth is usually all lies. With that, she palmed a handful of pills and swallowed.

Angela felt the process start quickly. She suddenly thought that she should remove her bra- even if she only grew a few cup sizes, a too-small bra would still be uncomfortable. Her breasts felt slightly warm, tingling subtly. “Oh, this feels good,” Angela mumbled. She watched her breasts grow slowly, starting from little oranges and blossoming into grapefruits. “We’re getting close,” Angela whispered as she grew closer to Bianca’s size, eager to outdo her coworker’s bust. The tingling grew into a humming feeling as her eyes followed the swelling.

The humming quickly turned into a rumbling sound, and Angela’s boobs burgeoned through cup sizes, growing from a large D cup to a size bigger than her head in a few seconds. “What’s… happening…” Angela said, the growth sending shots of pleasure through her body. Past the first growth spurt, Angela’s tits grew rapidly. She stared, incredulously, watching her breasts grow far beyond sizes anyone considered normal. They were beginning to dominate her torso as she looked on. Angela’s boobs swelled smoothly, her nipples keeping pace. By now they looked like bottle caps, resting on top of burgeoning breasts approaching a foot thick. The outer edges of Angela’s tits grew wider than her torso, wider then her arms, wider than her hips.

“Please,” Angela spoke between moans. “Please stop. I’m getting so huge… way bigger than Bianca.” Her tits ignored her, keeping on with their growth. The tear drop shaped masses happily plumped larger and larger, growing bigger than volleyballs. Angela pressed her hands into the undersides of her boobs. Her fingers sunk into the pliant flesh. Accompanying the growth was elevated sensitivity, and Angela nearly came just by pressing her hands into her tits. Unable to control herself, Angela flopped to her knees and began kneading and massaging her breasts. She came again and again, screaming, soaking into her jeans.

Angela continued to grow as she played with her boobs. Her hands found her fattening nipples and pinched. It was like touching an exposed wire; jolts of pleasure shot from the nubs throughout her body, wracking her mind. It became harder to tease her nipples as her tits grew, since she had to reach farther to grab them with every passing second. Finally, Angela’s boobs grew too big for her to reach her sensitive teats. The weight of her tits made her fall forward so they rested on the ground as she kneeled. Unable to reach her nipples, Angela chose to slip a hand in her jeans to work her wet pussy. She got herself off easily enough with her tits continuing to grow. The plumping mountains of boob were pushing her torso up more as they grew. Angela’s legs shook with her orgasms, jiggling her mounting tit flesh.

Finally, the growth stopped, and the mind-dulling pleasure subsided. Angela pulled her hand out of her jeans and tried to stand up. The enormous weight of her tits pulled down on her, and she decided she would get up later. Examining the field of tit in front of her, Angela was stunned. Her boobs reached at least two feet in front of her, if not more. She could barely see her huge nipples at the end of her tits, but they were now nearly an inch long and thick. Looking to the sides, it was obvious all of her torso would be obscured by tit, with nearly eight inches of breast visible on each side from behind her.

"Well… at least I’ve got Bianca beat…”

"…And the entire rest of the office, combined…”