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“Ugh… My frickin’ back…” Laura groaned as she placed her hands behind her back and tried to stretch, but the boulders of flesh pulling down on her shoulders kept her hunched forward due to their sheer weight.
It had been a month since her unwitting growth on the internet game show, Genie Box, and during her first week back in the office nothing had been going right. Obviously no bra manufacturer made anything remotely close to fitting her but even companies that specialized in custom-sized bras couldn’t accommodate her 64-cup breasts so she had to go braless now. Hell, even finding tops that fit her was a challenge! The button-up dress shirt she was currently wearing was a 4XL and even then the buttons strained and groaned against her burgeoning bust, pulling the fabric taut leaving an outline of the mounds and thick nub that made up her puffy nipples on display for everyone to see.
Of course clothes weren’t the only issue she was having. Having heavy globes of flesh that jutted out 64 inches from her body created a lot of problems when working in a busy office. She had accidentally knocked over three water dispensers, toppled a dozen or so of her employees by turning too abruptly or walking around a corner, and broken two desks by resting her breasts on it to give her back a break. To top it all off word spread fast about what had happened to her so she was the subject of relentless workplace harassment and plenty of unwanted attention by some of the men she worked with.
Laura huffed out a sigh and straightened her back out as much as she could muster before continuing her way down the aisle of cubicles and back to her desk. The unsupported heft of her tits swayed with each of her strained steps, forcing her into an awkward gait to stay upright. Her wide bust caught on the narrow entrance to her office, forcing her to twist her body and push until she popped free. The muscles in her legs and back trembled, threatening to give out beneath the sheer weight they were forced to carry. She fell back into her desk chair, plopping down on the mesh cushion and bouncing as the pneumatic cylinder absorbed the brunt of the force.
Laura muttered to herself, “This isn’t much better…”
Even with her breasts splayed over her lap, resting against her thighs, they pulled down on her shoulders and the plastic armrests dug into their sensitive sides. She adjusted in her seat, sitting as upright as she could as she scooted her butt and back to be flesh with the back of her chair before scooping both arms underneath her bust and, with a grunt, hoisting them up into the air. She held them as high up as her slender arms let her, just enough so that her chin pressed down into their cleavage and they blocked her view of the desk in front of her. She scooted her chair forward, the plastic caster wheels dragging across the tile floor rather than rolling. Once her stomach bumped up against the edge of her desk she let go of her tits, letting them SLAP loudly against the top of the sturdy oak desk and giving her body a respite from their weight. Unlike her first two desks, which were made of plywood and buckled immediately under the added weight of her breasts, this spare oak desk that was usually reserved for managers merely creaked and groaned under the massive burden.
Laura sighed in relief. Despite the desk's audible complaint it seemed like it might actually hold- Just as she let her guard down however the wooden dowels holding the frame together suddenly snapped. The desk crumpled instantly with the heavy oak top sliding off the legs, plunging downward and dragging Laura forward in her chair as her bust followed suit. The loud THUD of the oak tabletop hitting the ground rung out across the office, followed by a meaty PLAP as Laura slammed boobs first on the floor and the clattering of her work computer, desk phone, pens, and paper scattering about her cubicle. “Goddammit…”
“Oh my god! Are you okay?!” The head of Laura’s cubicle neighbor, Rachael, popped up over the wall mere seconds after the chaos settled. Her eyes scanned what remained of Laura’s office and, before the burdened buxom could answer her first question, pieced together what happened. “It happened again? Wow… Uh, I’ll go grab some of the men to come help you up.” And just as quickly as she had appeared her head disappeared back behind the divider wall of their cubicles as the sounds of her heels hastily clacking on the tile faded into the distance.
“Yeah. Sure. Do that…” Laura drooped her head, letting it land in the crevice that formed between her breasts as she groaned. She despised the utter humiliation she was being faced with but she knew that without some help she was stuck on the ground and all she could do right now was to wait for Rachael to return with some of their coworkers. It wasn’t long until Laura heard the sound of heels followed by the clomping of shoes approach her office.
“She’s in here.” Rachael stopped in the entrance to Laura’s cubicle and pointed at the woman pinned to the floor before stepping to the side to let the two men she grabbed in. “She needs some help getting back up to her feet.”
Laura recognized the two men as Devin and Vincent, both coworkers from hers and Rachael's department. Devin was the first to approach her, coming up behind her and off to one side as he squatted down and hooked his arms under her pits.
Vincent on the other hand stood at the entrance to her cubicle, face more red than Laura’s as he looked baffled over the woman. “I uh… where should I…?” He stammered.
Devin pointed with his chin to the opposite side of Laura near her front. “Grab her other side and help me get her up.”
Vincent fidgeted with his hands, hesitant to approach Laura, but with no other coworker around to help he cautiously stepped up to the occasion. He walked around to Laura’s front side, stepping over her breast as he positioned himself opposite of Devin. That left him right in front of both of Laura’s absurdly massive tits with not a lot of options on where to grab her. “I uh…” He looked up at Devin, then back down at Laura’s boobs before suddenly reaching his hands forward to scoop his arms under her bust. Once his arms were securely under her chest he grabbed handfuls of her breast to hold them in place.
“Mnngh…~” Laura stifled a moan as she felt Vincent's fingers dig into her sensitive breasts.
“Got her?” Devin asked Vincent who only nodded in response. “Okay. 1- 2 3!”
On three Laura’s eyes widened as she felt herself get hoisted up off the ground. Vincent, carrying the heavier load, lagged behind Devin who had gotten Laura up to her feet in no time. Devin on the other hand struggled to hoist the wobbling sacks of flesh up, stretching and pulling Laura’s tits as he readjusted mid lift and caught up with Devin. “Hah~ Ahem… Thank you…”
“Don’t mention it!” Vincent smiled and nodded at Laura while Devin muttered what she could only imagine was some sort of assurance.
Laura silently, and bashedly watched the two of them leave her office to go back to whatever they were doing before all of this occurred but once they were out of the way she could see that her boss had shown up at some point. He turned to Rachael, saying something to her that caused her to simply nod and leave the two of them by themselves. “Mr. Orosco!” Laura let out an awkward half-laugh as she brushed her shirt off and approached him. “I’m okay, I’ll just need a new desk… again…”
“That’s not what I’m here about. Though I am happy that you didn’t hurt yourself.” He peered around Laura at the mess behind her before returning his eyes to hers. “I’m really sorry to say this, but we’re laying you off.”
“What?! I-” Laura cut herself off as Mr. Orsoco held up a hand and gave her a look of uncontent pity.
“We just can’t accommodate you. You’ve broken so much in the last few days and…” He paused, “… and we’ve gotten quite a few complaints to HR about you, which I understand are out of your control but… still…”
Laura stood there silently, her mouth hanging slightly open as she tried to process what she was hearing. Around her the office continued on almost uninterrupted despite the collapsed desk behind her and the humiliating scene she had just caused. Phones rang, keyboards clacked away, coworkers talked amongst themselves in nearby cubicles while she stood frozen in place with her face burning red. Her fingers curled tightly into the fabric of her shirt. “So… that’s it…?” She asked quietly.
Mr. Orsoco sighed and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “I really am sorry, Laura.”
Laura wanted to argue. She wanted to yell at him that none of this was her fault, that she didn’t ask for any of this to happen to her, but instead all she could do was look down at the impossible mass jutting out from her chest and remember the sound of the desk collapsing underneath them just moments ago. Her shoulders slumped. “… Right…”
“You can take the rest of the day to gather your things and head home.”
Gather your things. Laura almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Most of her belongings were currently scattered across the floor.
The process of actually leaving the office ended up taking nearly forty minutes. Between coworkers stopping to stare, people awkwardly offering help, and Laura struggling to bend over enough to collect everything without toppling over, by the time she finally waddled her way out into the parking garage her legs and back burned in agony. Each strained step made the immense weight hanging from her chest sway heavily enough to throw her off balance and by the time she reached her car she already felt exhausted enough to collapse.
Getting into the driver’s seat was its own ordeal. Laura had to lean herself awkwardly against the side of the vehicle while using both arms to heft her breasts high enough to clear the steering wheel before practically falling into the seat. Even then her tits pressed tightly against the wheel, compressed into her chest and lap as she awkwardly pulled the car door shut.
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The very first thing Laura did once she got home was to get out of her clothes. She had always found the formal office wear stiff and uncomfortable but having her breasts stuffed into the undersized dress shirt was a whole nother level of discomfort. The way they were squeezed together, sweat slicked and sticking together while whatever excess didn’t fit in her shirt spilled out between the buttons. It was a relief to get the damn thing off even if it meant losing what little support she had to help carry them. Her leggings, dress shoes, and hobble skirt all followed until she was in just her panties.
She made her way over to the kitchen where she opened the fridge and grabbed two cold bottles of beer before waddling into the living room. She plopped down on the couch, letting her tits flop about as they settled on her lap. She leaned back, popped open one of her beers, and used the remote to turn on the TV.
With just a few sips of alcohol settling in her stomach she could already feel her cheeks become flushed and a buzz settle in her gut. She hated feeling like a freak, like a walking pair of tits and now they made her lose her job. Yet at the same time… She looked down at her sagging breasts that rested atop her thighs and couldn’t help but relish in how good they felt. The small jolts she felt when she bumped into someone or something, the back arching sensation of having them grabbed- It caused the void between her legs to stir with a passionate fire and yet she still detested having the damn things.
“Damnit,” She let out an exasperated sigh. “I said I wouldn’t…” She opened up the Youtube app on her TV and typed out ‘Genie Box’ in the search bar. The very first result was the video of her which she quickly selected before she changed her mind. She wasn’t even interested in the video itself, instead she scrolled down to the comment section to see what people were saying.
“Damn that’s hot!” “She didn’t even hesitate!” “What I wouldn’t do to touch those beauties!”
Laura hadn’t realized as she scrolled through the comments, reading all the depraved remarks of people lusting over her grotesque bosom, that her hand had wandered its way underneath her panties as she began furiously masturbating. “Agh~ They somehow find me hot~ Nngh~ My gross, fat tits~” Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the stress of losing her job, or maybe it was the realization that not everyone found her body disturbing but Laura spent the rest of the night masturbating, groping her tits until she passed out.