Chapter 4 job changed and doctor visits

For the next week I did more or less the same thing each day. Going to work, trying my hardest to hide from my boss as I ate as much as I could get away with. Usually bringing or buying a ton of little things I could eat throughout the day. It never felt like enough. Even when I was able to eat without anybody stopping me, I felt like the physical limitations of my body did not let me eat enough to feel right.

But there was good news too, I think I was right about that tingling feeling in my chest. My cup size didn’t change in a week, but they felt bigger, it was slow going, but by the end of the week it was noticeable, even if just barely. Initially I had been on the border of A and AA cup, so the change was almost immediate, but going from the very bottom of an A cup to the top would take longer, even with the massive increase in the pace of my eating. Part of me wanted it to go faster, then I remembered my stupid dream about bringing down my house with my chest. Okay, maybe slow is better after all. My pants also got tighter and tighter as time went on. In hindsight I was probably in denial that I was gaining anywhere but my chest, but at the time I didn’t think that. I just assumed my pants had shrunk or I was bloated from eating so much or something. When I forgot to buy treats to get me through the day, or when I ate them all and needed more, Loraine was always there to make it look like I had just purchased more during lunch break, until that faithful day.

I slept in one morning and barely made it to work on time, I even had to skip breakfast to make it. As such I didn’t have time to buy snacks before clocking in. I decided I’d just make it to a break on sheer willpower, in hindsight I should have known I couldn’t do that. Like before I ended up letting myself into the back room. Like before I found a dolly covered in food, day old pastries this time, slated for the discount rack. Like before I began eating with reckless abandon, and like before I heard a voice behind me. It called my name a few times before I noticed, I don’t know if it was two or twenty, I was too engrossed with the chocolate cake I was eating with my bare hands to be sure. Eventually I turned to look and saw, not Loraine, but Stewart, by the time I looked he was shouting my name to get my attention. When I finally looked he simply said “You know you’re fired right? I’ll give you your last paycheck up front. After you get it you are banned from my store. In all honesty I was torn between trying to see what I could eat before someone stopped me, and chewing him out. In the end, I chose the latter. I stood up and said “Fired am I? Not surprised, but I finally get to call you out on your stupid bullshit.” His face looked like it was trying to turn red and white at the same time. This was gonna be good. I continued “You stupid little man, you think you’re powerful because you’re the boss. You think you matter? You. . .” And he started walking away. The dude was clearly not listening to me, and didn’t even want to hear. As he walked out I shouted “EVERYONE CALLS YOU STEW BEHIND YOUR BACK! YOU AREN’T EVEN WORTH THE BREATH TO SAY MORE!” And the door closed. I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest, saying “Fine, I was getting sick of pastries anyway.” Then grabbed a chocolate log and shoved as much of it as I could fit into my mouth and went to the bathroom to wash off. I would not be embarrassed walking out of the store covered in frosting and chocolate. After this I went upstairs to get my last paycheck. Stew and I glared at each other wordlessly the whole time, it took all of my self control not to smack him. Yes, I knew he was in the right to fire me for stealing from the store and eating on the job. I still hated him. On the way out Loraine saw me and tried to say something comforting. At least I assume that’s what she said, I was too pissed off to even be sure what she said.

As I drove away I couldn’t help but think. Well, this gives me more freedom to eat. Why was I even thinking of this? I needed a job!” little did I know my problems would solve each other for me in time. I went to my car to go home and cried briefly, more in frustration than sorrow. All I could think was. God I want to eat. To eat and forget everything but the taste and feel of the food. But my stomach was still too full to allow for much of that I started to drive, going nowhere in particular. I just wanted to be somewhere else. I passed the Pharmatech building on my drive. Part of me felt like this was their fault, but then the feeling of joy from my breasts growing flooded my mind, and how good all the eating had felt. Even with the problems it had caused, I couldn’t bring myself to regret my decision to try Bust-ex.

I stopped my car and got out to go inside. I didn’t know why, it just felt right, and I didn’t know what else to do anyway. As I entered the lobby I saw Dr. Jones along with some random people in the waiting room. I walked up to her and asked “Can we speak alone for a moment?” after saying goodbye to the others Dr. Jones guided me into her office without a word, just motioning me to follow. I sat down at the desk in her room and she calmly asked “So, what’s going on Deborah?” I sighed and quickly explained the situation. Dr. Jones said “Well, this may sound bad but, you may have to choose between the pills and having work. It sounds like you are experiencing a much greater increase to hunger than most subjects.” As if it had heard the doctor my stomach loudly growled, she then said “Hhmm, maybe there’s a way to turn this into an opportunity?” as she spoke the doctor kind of hugged her own torso and rotated her upper body a bit. My prior suspicions were absolutely undeniable, she had breasts that were easily a D cup, maybe E even. I asked her what she meant and the doctor said “Have you heard of OnlyFans?”

I laughed and said “What? You think I should be a cam girl or something?” Jones took on the most straight faced expression she could manage and nodded. I said “What, would YOU want to do that?” Dr. Jones quietly mumbled something I couldn’t make out, so I asked her “What was that?” she put her hands on her chest, as if for comfort and said “No, because I already have one.” Before sticking out her stomach and chest, making her boobs look even bigger, she said “It makes me more money than my job as a doctor actually. I would have quit it and just shown off my growing chest online, but I love knowing I have guided other women on their own journeys." I shook my head slightly. Well, that explains things anyway. A thought came to me and I asked “How big were,” and I pointed at her chest as I said “You when you started?” Jones smiled and said “About where you are now I imagine, I wore an A cup.” I gawked at her giant chest, I could look like that if I wanted to? No. I would stop before going that far. But damn. Jones continued “Bust-Ex has changed my life. I started taking it in secret, stealing it from my lab as I worked on it, when I was inevitably caught I was given an offer, I could be fired, or continue to be a guinea pig for Pharmatech as I worked, in exchange for their silence. I took the latter obviously. I am why we even know three pills a day is safe.” I asked her, “So, you take three a day for those?” and pointed at her chest, Jones laughed and said “No, I take five a day, my dosage was what lead us to believe three was safe enough to test a while back, and we’ve had dozens take three, but it isn’t FDA approved yet, so I only tell people about taking more than one off the record.” I asked “How do you even do your job with how hungry five must make you?” Jones smiled and said “I think it effects you differently than me, I still don’t feel hungrier than before I took any at all. I have to remind myself to eat with an alarm on my phone, or I don’t grow anymore from lack of calories, which reminds me.” And she opened her desk drawer, removing two protein bars and holding one out to me. “One is more than a meal’s worth of calories anyway, you want the other?” I took the bar and started eating. As I ate Jones continued “Hell, giant boobs is a saturated market on Onlyfans anyway, you may actually do better showing people as you eat. There are plenty of kinky people out there who’d love it I’m sure.” And smiled a glittering smile before adding “Besides, I honestly don’t want more competition in my own market. Hell, if you want to I can arrange to bump up your dose to be like mine.” I thought back to the gnawing hunger pangs I got from just two pills and said “No thanks, I’ll pass for now.” holding up a hand in rejection. Jones shrugged and said “Okay, but think about my offer. There’s nothing to be ashamed of in doing sex work online. If it’s consensual on all sides I really don’t see the problem with it.” Before taking a bite of her own bar and saying “I hope this brings you as much joy as it has brought me. This is why I still do this after all. Have fun Deborah!” as she waved me out of the door.
I left the building without speaking to anyone else, I went straight to my car and sat down to think. I stared off into space and wondered aloud. “She’s clearly a nut job, but. . .” And shook my head.

I went home and immediately opened my computer to apply for work, to my pleasant surprise there was a position open as a cashier at a nearby Marshall’s. It was an emergency position opened because they had no cashiers whatsoever the next day, I applied and quickly got a message in return, telling me to be there in the morning.