"Look Clarissa, how long have you worked for me?" Dr. Beckett asked.
"Six months sir." she couldn't bring herself to look him in the face, knowing what was coming next.
"Six months. And in that time you have mislaid eleven patient's files, neglected to pass on thirty-four phone messages and 'Forgotten about' five meetings." he said, doing air-quotes. "If you don't buck up and start acting like the secretary I'm paying you to be, I'm going to have to let you go. Understood?"
"I understand." she said meekly.
"Now. I'm going away later today to that conference that I almost missed because you lost my invite and I won’t be back until next week. Then I want to see some improvements."
"Yes, sir." was all she could say and the meeting was over.
Clarissa made her way slowly back to her desk. It wasn't her fault she was so forgetful, she tried really hard but things seemed to slip her memory. She hadn't wanted to become a secretary but jobs were so hard to come by and she had bills that needed paying. She had hope that by now (she was twenty-five) she could have found a job that she enjoyed but nothing had come her way so she was stuck here, taking phone calls and typing letters. Still the Doc was going to be away for the next three and a half days, then it was the weekend when she could genuinely forget about work until Monday. But until the end of Friday she decided to make an extra-special effort to remember everything she had to do if she was to save her job.
A few hours later Dr. Beckett stopped by her desk to say he was leaving for the conference. On his way out of the door, he asked her to look out a file for him so that he could read it upon his return. Clarissa said that she would, then breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind him. The file, she decided, could wait until the morning.
Next day Clarissa arrived just about on-time for work - she'd accidentally turned her alarm clock off and had overslept - only by skipping breakfast and running for the bus, did she make it, only five minutes late. Thankfully, with Dr. Beckett away, there was no-one to notice her tardy arrival.
The morning progressed quietly, as it always did when Dr. Beckett was away. Clarissa dealt with the mornings post an answered a couple of phone calls, taking extra care to note the caller's details and message ready to pass back to her boss upon his return. At around 11 AM, and at a loose end, Clarissa suddenly remembered Dr. Beckett had asked her to find a file for him. She decided now was as good a time as any and walked over to the filing cabinets to search for it. It took her nearly two hours and five filing cabinets until she located the file. As she was pushing the drawer home she heard something fall down the back of the cabinet.
"Great!" she said to herself, finding the drawer would no longer close. The cabinet was quite deep and dusty. She bent over, her long brown hair fell over her face so she tucked it behind her ear, and reached in to he farthest recess of the cabinet. Feeling with her fingertips she located a glass jar which she fished out.
Brushing the dust off, she examined her prize. It was an old pill bottle with a torn and faded label. She tried to make out the wording on the front. "M, something, M, something R Y." she muttered to herself as she read. "B, O, something, S, T, something, S, Memory Boosters? They're pill to improve your memory?" Clarissa exclaimed, She read on. "T, something, K, E, 1, something, D,A,Y, something O, R, 10%, something I, N. Must mean 'Take 1 a day for 10 percent gain.' Hmmm..."
Popping open the jar she look at the tablets - the were small, white and oval shaped, not unlike her Tylenol tablets she used for her headaches from time to time. Suddenly a thought crossed her mind. Why not take these "Memory Boosters" to help her be less forgetful. Just in case the Doctor knew they were there, she decided to swap the tablets with her Tylenol. She ran back to her desk, pulled her own bottle from her purse and spilled its contents on to her desk. Next she poured the Memory Boosters in to the Tylenol bottle before finally putting the Tylenol in to the Boosters bottle. Returning the Tylenol bottle to her purse she went back to the filing cabinet and found where the jar had been hidden. Taking care to wedge it back in place she finally closed the drawer, breathed a sigh of relief and sat down at her desk to continue her work.
That evening, when Clarissa returned home, her thoughts turned to the strange pills she'd found earlier. She collected the bottle from her purse and sat at the kitchen table, looking at them, wondering if she should take one or not. After all, they had been in that cabinet for goodness knows how long, could they have gone bad in that time? After debating the pros and cons with herself for some time Clarissa finally decided to try one of the "Memory Booster" pills figuring that if they were bad, one pill shouldn't hurt her. She grabbed a glass, filled it with water and swallowed a pill.
She waited. Nothing happened. She wasn't sure what to expect but at least it didn't make her ill immediately. In fact, the pill had no taste at all. There had been nothing on the pill bottle to tell her how long it took to take effect either. "One more can't hurt, can it." she told herself, downing a second pill with another mouthful of water.
Next day was Thursday. Before leaving, Clarissa popped another two "Memory Boosters" as she rushed breakfast so as to make the bus to get in to work. Work itself was routine but all the while Clarissa was trying to decide if her memory was improving as the pill bottle had suggested. She certainly didn’t feel any different and she was still forgetting things. She decided to take a couple of extra tablets that night when she got home.
Friday morning was bright and clear. Clarissa had indeed remembered to set her alarm clock and so wasn't in such a rush that morning. As she dressed, however, she found that her B-cup bra was a little tighter than usual. "Maybe I'm a little bloated today." she theorized. Taking another two "Memory Boosters" with breakfast she made her way back to work for the final time that week. That morning she found it harder than usual to concentrate. Her bra was definitely feeling strange and it kept digging in to her skin. Finally, she could stand it no longer and on her lunch break she visited the lingerie department of a nearby department store.
"Can I help you?" an assistant asked as Clarissa browsed.
"Yes, I think I need to get a new bra. This one is feeling a little tight today."
"OK, what size are you?"
"Hmmm, are you sure? Lets get you measured, just to check. Come this way please." Clarissa followed the assistant to a changing room. The assistant proceeded to take a few measurements. "You're coming up as a 34-C. That's why your old one was feeling tight. Not to worry though. A lot of women find they are wearing the wrong size."
Thanking the assistant, Clarissa picked out a 34-C bra and took it to the checkout only to find she had left her purse back in the office. "Erm, can I leave this here whilst I get my purse?" she asked, The checkout girl nodded and highly embarrassed Clarissa flew back to collect her purse. Returning twenty minutes later she paid for her new bra and left the shop, vowing to take another couple of "Memory Boosters" when she got home. She returned to her office but before reaching her desk she slipped in to the Ladies Room and changed in to her new bra. It certainly fit her a lot better than the old one which had started to leave red marks on her skin. Stuffing the old B-cup bra in to her purse she noticed the bottle containing the "Memory Boosters". Without really thinking about it, she swallowed three in one go.
Clarissa slept late on Saturday and it was nearly 10:30 when she got breakfast and, following the embarrassing episode at the store, took a triple dose of "Memory Boosters."
Just then her housemate, Jean walked in. "You ready then?" she asked.
"Ready for what?" Clarissa replied.
"Oh, don't tell me you've forgotten. My sister." Jean received a blank look from Clarissa. "We're meeting her to help her shop for a wedding dress. We're supposed to meet her in thirty minutes..." she added, looking at her watch.
"Oh yeah, sorry, I did forget. Give me a few minutes." Clarissa dashed back to her room and got herself ready to go out.
"Clarissa," Jean admonished as Clarissa returned, "if you were blonde, everyone would call you 'ditzy'! I expect you'd forget your head if it wasn't attached to you! Come on, lets go or we'll be late." With that they went out to go shopping.
The shopping trip and the rest of the weekend passed off uneventfully. Clarissa carried on taking her triple-dose of "Memory Boosters" morning and evening, but was disappointed when she could notice no real change.
"Surely they should be working by now?" she thought to herself as she got ready for bed on Sunday night. "Well, we'll see what this week brings." and she drifted off to sleep.
The sound of the alarm clock woke Clarissa. She lay back in bed for a few moments realizing it was Monday and Dr. Beckett would be back from his conference - she just hoped that he would be pleased with her performance - she couldn't afford to loose this job. Getting dressed, she put on her new C-cup bra, only to find it was too tight and she had trouble doing up the clasp. "It must have shrunk in the wash." she thought, "What ever can I wear?". Then she remembered that Jean had left one of her bras on the airier to dry - she slipped out of her room and grabbed it - 36-D she read. "It'll never fit." she thought but she tried it on anyway - it was a little loose but would do until she could get another C-cup one.
Finally dressed, Clarissa went to get breakfast, grabbing her purse with the Tylenol bottle in on the way. Frustrated at the lack of improvement to her memory, she poured out about eight or nine "Memory Boosters" and swallowed then down with some water. Suddenly she noticed the time and realized she had to run for the bus. Exiting quickly, the door slammed behind her - in her haste she had left the pill bottle sitting on the kitchen table.
Thankfully, Clarissa made it to the office on time. Dr. Beckett was already there and dealing with some of the papers Clarissa had left on his desk. For the rest of the morning, Clarissa worked diligently and Dr. Beckett seemed genuinely pleased that she was making an effort. Around mid-morning began to notice that the 36-D bra she had borrowed from her housemate was starting to feel a little snug. When lunchtime came she snuck in to the Ladies room to check herself out. To her astonishment, her breasts were filling the bra, so much so that she had to loosen it slightly. "Are they... growing?" she asked herself as she put her blouse back on.
Unfortunately her blouse was only designed for her normal, smaller frame and by late afternoon Clarissa found she had to undo the top button to relieve the pressure on her chest which seemed to be continuing it's expansion, flesh now overflowing the cups of her borrowed bra. Luckily Dr. Beckett was too absorbed in his work to notice the extra cleavage his secretary was now displaying.
Clarissa was getting alarmed now. Her breasts, which last week had been a B-cup were now overflowing a D-cup! "What is going on." she thought. "People don't just start growing like this. Not this fast!". As soon as 5pm came Clarissa rushed out of the office, feeling her new bosom bounce slightly as she walked quickly out of the building. She felt the urge to get home and try and work out what was going on.
She boarded her bus home and found a seat. Her bra was feeling very tight now and the buttons on her blouse were coming under some strain. Suddenly the bus bounced through a pothole and the motion caused a button to burst off.
I wish you wouldn't squeeze so." said the old man, who was sitting next to her. "I can hardly breathe."
"I can't help it," said Clarissa very meekly: "I'm growing."
"`You've no right to grow here," said the old man.
"Don't talk nonsense," said Clarissa more boldly: "you know you're growing too."
"Yes, but I grow at a reasonable pace," said the old man: "not in that ridiculous fashion." And he got up very sulkily and crossed over to a seat on the other side of the bus.
Clarissa's breasts were now a DD or even a F-cup, still constrained by the D-cup bra she'd borrow that morning - that bra was now showing the strain. Clarissa heard a 'snap' and felt the bra come loose - the straps had broken and the only thing holding her chest was her thin blouse. She could see her breasts growing now, getting larger with each breath she took. The surviving buttons on the blouse were still holding but gaps were appearing between them as the flesh beneath grew larger and larger. Just then all the buttons gave way simultaneously and Clarissa's naked breasts broke free. H-cup sized now an growing faster she tried to wrap her jacket around them to protect her dignity but that only lasted a few moments as they soon out grew that also. The other passengers were starting to notice and the driver, on hearing the commotion behind him stopped to come and see what was going on.
Now overflowing her lap, Clarissa's breasts continued to expand. Sensing the bus had stopped and starting to feel claustrophobic, she got up and tried to make her way to the door but her growing chest had other ideas and she found herself wedged between two seats. Seeing the dilemma his passenger was in, the driver ordered everyone to leave the bus whilst he phoned his superiors to work out what to do next. Clarissa felt a seat that what restraining her give way under the weight of her boobs which were over four feet across each. Growing rapidly they quickly crushed another two seats as they fell to the floor, taking Clarissa with them. Clarissa realized that she was wider than the doors and started to wonder how she would get off the bus when she felt first her left breast, then the right touch the walls and a few moments later they were touching the ceiling - she had completely filled the back half of the vehicle.
Clarissa hoped that would be the end of it but she felt her breasts continue to inflate and they started to press against the windows. A small crowd had gathered and the were watching the strange sight and a couple of teenage boys had their faces pressed up against the windows, trying to get a better view. They soon scatted when first one then a second window gave way, showering them with glass. Clarissa's flesh was now bulging out of the broken windows and the suspension on the bus had collapsed under the extreme weight.
Inside the bus, Clarissa was in some discomfort as her breasts continued to grow and push against the metal frame of the vehicle. Forced in to a standing position, she could see little in front of her except her huge mammaries then she heard a groan as the roof started to buckle from the pressure. A gap was opening between it and the sides. Without warning the roof rapidly peeled away and the sides of the bus collapsed outwards like a damp cardboard box. The gathered crowd took several hurried steps backwards as tons of breast-flesh poured out of the bus, obliterating its remains. Clarissa let out a big sigh as the pressure was relieved - her boobs were now twenty feet long and each ten feet wide. They also lifted her off her feet so she was left dangling, suspended by her breasts several feet off the ground.
By now the police had arrived and they moved the watching crowd to a safe distance but for Clarissa, the could do nothing except watch as her breasts continued to grow. Passing thirty feet long and nearly fifteen across she felt her right breast start to push up against a parked car. Still they grew, gaining an inch a second. The car stood no chance as several tons of flesh quickly reduced it to a pancake of metal only a few inches thick. Hanging off her breasts, over ten feet in the air Clarissa wondered how much bigger she was going to grow. She was scared but also a little aroused by the sensations of all the things in the street pressing in to her boobs. Somewhere fifty feet ahead of her two giant nipples, each eight feet long and four wide stood to attention, surrounded by areola 18 feet across.
Her breasts continued their inexorable growth. Sixty then seventy feet were passed quickly. Her breasts had mounted the sidewalks now, overturning newspaper stands, knocking over light poles and even a couple small trees. As they crested eighty feet, Clarissa felt them start to rub up against the buildings on either side of the street, the roughness of their touch was sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins - her nipples were now over twelve feet long themselves and painfully erect.
The police were now evacuating the buildings that lined the street, the residents gazing up partly in terror, partly in awe and the massive shape that now virtually filled the four-lane roadway. Somewhere, high above then hung Clarissa, her head level with the third floor windows, the peak of her breasts exceeding the fifth floor. As before in the bus, she felt her boobs start to be confined by the buildings - the feeling of pleasure was immense, She ripped her skirt off and shoved her hand down her panties and started to rub herself furiously. Her orgasm built as she felt the pressure of the buildings on both sides of her breasts increasing. She rubbed harder and moaned louder as she felt on building start to give way. Then with an almighty scream she peaked and stopped growing.
Hanging there, forty feet off the ground, suspended on a pair of breasts that extended over hundred feet in front of her and sixty feet across Clarissa came to a sudden realization "Those pills," the thought. "They were MAMMARY boosters..."