understand. Jeremy and Chad are capable of handling everything in my stead. I want you to listen to everything that they tell you. It’s important that you follow all of their advice as you prepare to work for us. Thanks, I hope to see you soon. It’ll be a challenge, but the prize will definitely be worth it. I hope you’re enjoying your vacation. It's just a little taste of what we have in store for you.”
This was just a taste?
What did these men want with me exactly? It sounded like I was competing. But I trusted Mr. Riggs, at least for the time being. If these guys wanted to check out my bra, let them. It wasn’t the end of the world. I weighed my options - be hired by a billionaire, or not let someone check out my bra?
“Go ahead,” I said, and I searched through my closet and handed it to Jeremy.
“Thanks,” he said, and he picked it up and dangled it over his eyes to inspect it. Chad inspected it with him, running his fingers over it. I got a strange sensation in my breasts as they played with it, almost like they were touching me. I squeezed my thighs tight to stop my reaction.
“Have you noticed any changes? Physical changes?” Chad asked.
“No, should I?”
“Yes, you might notice a change. If you run into any problems, talk to the front desk and they can ring us. We don’t expect any problems. We’ll be back in a week.”
"Wait, what kind of physical changes?"
Jeremy dangled the bra on the tip of his fingers. "What kind of changes do you think?"
He handed me back the bra.
I got the hint. There might be side effects to whatever I was taking, changes that might make my breasts sensitive. I knew that was a common side effect of some medication.
"What is it? Some kind of local drink I've got to drink?" I asked.
They laughed in unison. "Yeah, it’s local all right," they said, and then they left me to my dream vacation again.
The next week flew by. The first couple days, I forgot about their visit to my room, and everything went back to normal. Then I started to notice my body changing. My breasts started to ache. I thought maybe it was cramps, but that wasn’t it. Still, I kept taking the liquid on Mr. Rigg’s orders.
Near the end of the week, the aching stopped, but my breasts swelled. They felt a lot heavier. The day before Chad and Jeremy were set to arrive for another check up, I couldn’t fit into my old bra and I needed to buy a new one. My breasts were terribly sensitive. I couldn’t sleep that night, so I decided to head down to the front desk.
“Hi, I’d like to talk to Chad and Jeremy.”
I thought about how weird it was for me to say this to a stranger, but at once she dialed the number and handed me the phone.
Jeremy picked up on the other end. “Hello, who is this?”
How could I explain this without embarrassing myself, because my new predicament certainly was embarrassing. One of the side effects to this medicine they gave me must’ve been breast enlargement. I couldn’t think of any other reason why my breasts ballooned in a week. I thought they might get more sensitive, but I didn't expect myself to jump bra sizes.
“I’m experiencing some physical symptoms like you said.”
“Great,” he said. Great? No, it was the opposite of great.
“We’ll be over tomorrow to check on your progress, but this is great news.”
His voice faded out.
“No, wait -” I said, but then he was already gone.
Great news?
I was confused. I decided to simply wait and talk to them tomorrow.
I certainly wasn’t going to call back. I had enough for the day. Tomorrow we could talk face to face. I was sure they weren’t going to think my aching, enlarged breasts were a “great problem”.
I might have been a little naive.
There was a knock on my door in the morning. I woke with even heavier breasts than the day before. I thought there might be some reprieve, but no, they just kept growing. By now, I was freaking out, so when I opened the door and saw one of the
This was just a taste?
What did these men want with me exactly? It sounded like I was competing. But I trusted Mr. Riggs, at least for the time being. If these guys wanted to check out my bra, let them. It wasn’t the end of the world. I weighed my options - be hired by a billionaire, or not let someone check out my bra?
“Go ahead,” I said, and I searched through my closet and handed it to Jeremy.
“Thanks,” he said, and he picked it up and dangled it over his eyes to inspect it. Chad inspected it with him, running his fingers over it. I got a strange sensation in my breasts as they played with it, almost like they were touching me. I squeezed my thighs tight to stop my reaction.
“Have you noticed any changes? Physical changes?” Chad asked.
“No, should I?”
“Yes, you might notice a change. If you run into any problems, talk to the front desk and they can ring us. We don’t expect any problems. We’ll be back in a week.”
"Wait, what kind of physical changes?"
Jeremy dangled the bra on the tip of his fingers. "What kind of changes do you think?"
He handed me back the bra.
I got the hint. There might be side effects to whatever I was taking, changes that might make my breasts sensitive. I knew that was a common side effect of some medication.
"What is it? Some kind of local drink I've got to drink?" I asked.
They laughed in unison. "Yeah, it’s local all right," they said, and then they left me to my dream vacation again.
The next week flew by. The first couple days, I forgot about their visit to my room, and everything went back to normal. Then I started to notice my body changing. My breasts started to ache. I thought maybe it was cramps, but that wasn’t it. Still, I kept taking the liquid on Mr. Rigg’s orders.
Near the end of the week, the aching stopped, but my breasts swelled. They felt a lot heavier. The day before Chad and Jeremy were set to arrive for another check up, I couldn’t fit into my old bra and I needed to buy a new one. My breasts were terribly sensitive. I couldn’t sleep that night, so I decided to head down to the front desk.
“Hi, I’d like to talk to Chad and Jeremy.”
I thought about how weird it was for me to say this to a stranger, but at once she dialed the number and handed me the phone.
Jeremy picked up on the other end. “Hello, who is this?”
How could I explain this without embarrassing myself, because my new predicament certainly was embarrassing. One of the side effects to this medicine they gave me must’ve been breast enlargement. I couldn’t think of any other reason why my breasts ballooned in a week. I thought they might get more sensitive, but I didn't expect myself to jump bra sizes.
“I’m experiencing some physical symptoms like you said.”
“Great,” he said. Great? No, it was the opposite of great.
“We’ll be over tomorrow to check on your progress, but this is great news.”
His voice faded out.
“No, wait -” I said, but then he was already gone.
Great news?
I was confused. I decided to simply wait and talk to them tomorrow.
I certainly wasn’t going to call back. I had enough for the day. Tomorrow we could talk face to face. I was sure they weren’t going to think my aching, enlarged breasts were a “great problem”.
I might have been a little naive.
There was a knock on my door in the morning. I woke with even heavier breasts than the day before. I thought there might be some reprieve, but no, they just kept growing. By now, I was freaking out, so when I opened the door and saw one of the
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