An Anxious Bust

Shyanne stretched after brushing her hair, unenthusiastic over heading out for another long day of work. After washing her face, she opened up the medicine cabinet and scoured through its contents. For weeks she had been working on a stressful project, the long hours and impending deadline causing enough stress to make her use anti-anxiety medication just to focus on her work. She knocked over several empty bottles, cursing to herself that she had absentmindedly used the last of the medicine without thinking to get more.
Rushing to put on the rest of her clothes and leave her home before being late, Shyanne grumbled as she stepped out into the rainy street for the walk to work. She popped open a pocket umbrella stored in her purse and pushed forward, her heart sinking as she saw the skyscraper she worked in looming in the foggy horizon. Glancing at her watch, she hastened her pace to ensure she wouldn't be late, yet thoughts lingered in the back of her mind that she wouldn't be able to perform well enough in the day. Going to a pharmacy to grab more of the medication would take too long and ensure she would be late, the idea causing her greater frustration.
Halfway to work, she passed by a curved alley with a chalk sign outside reading "New drug store now open! Cheap prices!" Shyanne rubbed her neck as she passed the alley, suspicious of the hastily drawn sign, yet her desperation lead her down part of the alley in search of the store. The store itself lacked a door, shielded only be a thin cloth flap, and was nestled inside a curved indentation of the alley, making Shyanne feel further uneasy about entering.
"Hey! Come on in 'ere, plenty of good to look at!" a man shouted from within the store, spotting Shyanne from a small hole in the sheet.
She stood still for a moment before being pressured inside. A sharp, pungent smell wafted about the small shop, dimly lit by only a few candles. Nobody else was present in the shop beyond herself and an unkempt man behind the counter, leaning against the wall in his chair.
"Aye, you know a good shop when you see one, don'tcha? What're ya here for?" the man said, grinning as he took off his hat.
Shyanne glanced around the shop for a few seconds, too frazzled to answer straight away. The few shelves that had any lighting contained sets of dark plastic cases, hastily bagged herbs, and other medical supplies with unknown uses. "I, um...do you happen to have any anti-anxiety medication?" she asked, too timid to leave.
The man happily slapped the table and laughed. "Is that all? Of course I've got myself some o' that lying around!" He slipped off his chair and fumbled behind the counter, several boxes crashing onto the floor before he hopped up onto his feet and slammed down black bottle. "'ere ya be, ma'am. You ain't gonna wanna be anxious if you use a couple of these, that's for sure!"
Shyanne blankly stared, dumbfounded that she was able to acquire the medicine with little difficulty. "This will actually work?"
"Of course it works! I've already had several women to try that stuff out, and they've all said it works great!"

Looking at her watch again, Shyanne hastily paid for the cheap medicine and rushed out the cloth door, thanking the man for helping her get through the day. Stepping back out into the rain, Shyanne broke open the bottle and slipped out one of the crystal clear pills. Grabbing a small water bottle from her purse, she eagerly swallowed the pill as the resumed walking towards her office. Within a minute she felt a wave of relief through her body, restoring her confidence for the difficult work she was tasked with. Nearing the office, her calmed demeanor was disrupted by her phone buzzing.
"Uh, hello?" she said, not expecting anyone to be calling her so early in the morning.
"Hey Shyanne! You're not in the office yet?" her boss cheerfully said.
"I'm running a little late cause of bad weather, I'm almost there."
"Oh no problem, that's fine. How's the progress on the financial reports coming along?"
Shyanne scratched her neck, hating to be reminded of the project. "It's going along well, definitely at least a month away from everything being conclusive."
"I ask because we have several major investors visiting your office this afternoon, way ahead of when we expected them. They are highly interested in seeing the results of your work right now, and I'm unable to convince them otherwise."
Fear shot through Shyanne, the trembling of her body making it difficult to hold onto the phone. Mere seconds after hearing the news her chest began to expand, too slow for Shyanne to feel. "But it's not done! What are they expecting me to show them?"
"Don't worry, I've already told them that. They all know your work isn't finished yet, that's fine. They just want to know what you've done so far and criticize the company as necessary once they see where their investments have been used."
"That's--how long do I have?"
"They'll be free for a presentation this afternoon. You should have enough time to scrap something together by then to show them. You've been working on this for awhile, I know you'll do just fine. Just think of it like any other presentation."
Her boss hung up as Shyanne reached the office, throwing open the doors and rushing inside. She pulled out the medicine bottle as she climbed the stairs towards her floor and swallowed another pill, her breasts still growing at an unnoticeable pace. Reaching the top floor, she navigated several rows of busy coworkers to reach her office, unlocking the door for a brief moment to toss her bag in. Frustrated by the task dropped on her, she closed the door and sought out her boyfriend to vent before getting started preparing the presentation.

She grumbled at having to take a long route around the network of cubicles as multiple small groups of talking coworkers kept blocking her way, needing over a minute to reach the desk where her boyfriend was sitting, appearing bored as he stared at his monitor.
"Hey Brent!" she said, startling him from his bored daze.
"Wuh?" he said, turning around in his chair to see his girlfriend. "Oh! Wasn't expecting you to drop by this morning, Shyanne."
She took a deep breath, happy to explain her irritation. "Well I'm kinda freaking out right now, you know? That big project I've been telling you about? I was just told that they want me to give a presentation on it this afternoon, even though I'm nowhere near finished and haven't compiled sufficient information yet."
"Geez. They seriously expect you to have anything properly prepared by then?" he said, leaning back in his chair.
Talking to her boyfriend was calming down Shyanne, halting her expanding chest. "Apparently they were told it's not finished, but that doesn't make me feel any better. I don't even know how I'm supposed to cobble something together that's even vaguely presentable."
"Well if you need any help with it, I'm always here. Try not to stress yourself senseless over this thing." He stared at Shyanne for several seconds, finding it strange that his normally flat chested girlfriend suddenly had breasts nearly the size of her fists. "If it makes you feel any better, you're looking awfully gorgeous this morning!"
Shyanne brushed her hair aside and smiled. "Aw, thanks!" she said, crossing her arms on top of her chest. Her smile faded as she made a quick glance down, realizing the compliment was aimed towards the sudden growth that had occurred. She backed up and nervously smiled, fear gripping her body. "I--I should be going now, gotta get started on that project and everything!"
"Well alright then, hopefully everything goes well for you today!"
Shyanne fled towards the other side of the building, swallowing another pill as she walked. Her fear caused her breasts to resume their growth, albeit at a slightly faster pace, as she shook her head and tried to write off what she had felt. She thought her chest couldn't possibly be larger than normal, surely her dress shirt was fluffed up in her rush to get out of the house. Entering the bathroom across from her office and checking to ensure it was empty, she pressed herself against the mirror and rubbed her hands under her chest for a moment, only confirming that her breasts were indeed slightly larger than normal.
"N-no, they can't...they can't be..." she muttered, watching the fabric of her shirt push forward slightly as her chest continued its gradual expansion. Taking two more pills to try and calm herself down, she turned from the mirror in frustration and left the bathroom.

Her mind was clouded as she slowly walked back to her office. Having already arrived at work and agreeing to the project, it was far too late to back out and call in sick. Yet, as she thought about the inevitable presentation, Shyanne considered that she had no idea what any of the investors she would be talking to looked like and that the same could be said for them.
Reaching her office again, she entered and locked the door behind her to work in solitude. She turned on her computer and walked back to the door where she had tossed her bag minutes earlier, reaching into it and pulling out multiple booklets of notes and graphs before setting them upon her desk. Staring down for a moment, she happily sighed upon see that her breasts had halted their expansion once more as Shyanne found a glimmer of hope to get her through the day. She planned to see a doctor the next morning to examine the abnormal growth, and as distracting as it may be, she hoped their size wouldn't get in the way of at least completing the presentation.
She stared out the window towards the river far below, distracting herself for a moment before finally sitting down at her desk to begin working. Shyanne blinked at the dark screen in front of her, flicking the switch on her monitor only to continue seeing darkness. She rolled her eyes in mild annoyance, thinking she had originally failed to turn on her computer earlier in the morning, and reached down to start it up again. Waiting several seconds, the screen remained blank and the computer continued remaining silent. Shyanne dropped to her knees and rammed the power switch over and over, desperately hoping for anything to happen.
"Dammit, not today, not today!" she said as she stood back up once the reality sunk in that her computer refused to turn on. She gripped her hair in panic as her chest continued its growth, enlarging at a faster pace. Shyanne rushed over to the wall containing a list of pinned important numbers, immediately calling tech support after finding their number buried in the list.
Pleading over the phone, Shyanne was able to convince someone to inspect her computer within minutes. She took a couple more pills as she anxiously paced back and forth in her office, the placebo effect ceasing her expansion once more. Her breasts had grown to be bigger than baseballs, yet Shyanne was too preoccupied to notice the difference in size. The frustrated pacing was interrupted, much to her pleasure, by a knock on her office door.
"Something's wrong with your computer?" the specialist asked as Shyanne let him into the office.
"Yeah, i-it won't turn on all of a sudden. It was working perfectly fine yesterday, an-and..." she trailed off. "I have to have it working as soon as possible, I can't afford to delay what I'm working on right now."
The specialist poked around the casing of the computer for a moment before standing back up. "Oh sure, I should be able to fix it right here. I'll be done in about an hour, you can come back then and it'll be all set."
Shyanne clenched her fists before deeply sighing, knowing the situation was out of her control. She merely nodded and left her office to kill time before needing to return.

Striding through the office once more, Shyanne walked through the vacant hallways and quickly reached Brent's desk once again.
"We're getting lunch," she commanded.
Brent swirled around in confusion. "Huh? Shyanne, it's barely 10, why would we--"
"You're not busy, right?" Brent shook his head. "Then let's go."
The pair traveled down to the lobby floor in silence and into the cafeteria, devoid of any other coworkers so early in the morning. Sitting down next to a large window filtering sunlight into the room, Brent broke the silence by questioning Shyanne's bizarre early morning attitude.
"What's going on? I thought you had that major presentation to work on."
Shyanne filled a glass half full with a pitcher of water sitting on the table and subtly swallowed another pair of pills without Brent noticing. "I still do! I get to my office, I'm all set to dedicate half my day to this thing, and what happens? My computer can't turn on!" She put her hands on top of her head in disbelief, becoming further stressed. Her chest continued its expansion once more, the multitude of pills Shyanne had used enhancing the speed even further. "So I'm stuck for an hour unable to work on anything, I'm stressed out, and I still have to worry about the presentation itself going well despite barely getting a few hours to work on it!"
Brent grabbed her hand to try and calm her down. "I get that it seems like everything today is conspiring against you, but you've gotta stay focused. You will still have time to get something done quick and easy, you will impress the people you talk to, you'll be fine."
Shyanne was still trembling from stress, her breasts growing to just under the size of her hands without any sign of slowing. She struggled to stand up, looking back towards the entrance. "I-I'm gonna go get something to eat real quick, I'll be right back."
Little food was available at the current hour, Shyanne eventually settling for soup with no other desirable options. While leaning over to pour it, she was made consciously aware of her expanding bosom by its noticeably larger size, only serving to make her further concerned. When she returned and sat back down, her hands were quivering from having to think about her affliction on top of the difficulties piled on her for the day.
Brent silently watched her, his eyes being drawn again towards Shyanne's chest. It was unmistakably larger than it was nearly half an hour ago, but as he continued staring at it he realized that it was pushing her shirt forward as it grew. He switched his gaze rapidly between Shyanne's eyes and her breasts, unsure how to tell her what he was seeing. "Um, well, at least you still look beautiful today. None of your stress can change that."
Shyanne coughed and sputtered up some of the soup she had drank, staring at Brent with terror. "Wh-what do you mean?"
"Well, I don't know if your intentions were to make yourself more appealing to whoever you're talking to, but..." he brought his fists to his chests to mimic Shyanne's enhanced size.
Shyanne looked around the room quickly, ensuring they were alone and nobody nearby could hear her. "This is going to sound insane, alright? I got here this morning and since then they've just started getting...bigger. I don't know why!" Shyanne rubbed her forehead as she calmed down slightly, enough to cause her noticeable expansion to cease and catch her attention. "A-and then, just...it stops! But I guarantee that sometime later it's going to start up again an-and each time it does it just seems like my chest grows faster and faster!"
"You haven't done anything to cause this?"
"No! I haven't even gotten to do anything today, I don't know why I'm suddenly cursed to have randomly growing breasts!" She buried her head in her arms, muffling her sobbing and feeling of hopelessness.
"Okay, okay--you just need to focus only on getting through the day, alright? I'll see if I can schedule time with a doctor somewhere to see if they can figure out what's happening with you. Will that be okay?"
Shyanne lifted her head up and nodded. "They can't keep growing, right?"
"Hopefully not. Whatever's affecting you surely has some sort of limit. At any rate, we should have it figured out at the end of the day before anything goes wrong."
She sighed and stood up, staring out the window. "I really hope you're right. I'd feel better if I didn't have this damn presentation to worry about."

They slowly made their way upstairs, with Shyanne walking Brent back to his desk before returning to her office alone. Just before reaching the door, she saw the technician she had talked to earlier leaving her office.
"Your computer's all fixed, have a nice day," he said, heading for the staircase.
"Th-thanks," Shyanne replied, relieved as she entered her office and locked the door. She sat at her desk and promptly turned the computer on, taking several more pills and a deep breath while it booted up. "These damn pills aren't strong enough..." she mused to herself, annoyed at how quickly she was burning through the bottle.
Nearly an hour passed by as Shyanne furiously toiled on the project. Multiple charts were active on her monitor and a mess of papers covered nearly every inch of her desk as she sought out the most important information to convey for the presentation, attempting to display it in some coherent order. She had a faint smile across her face as time went on, believing that bringing together something that would impress the company's investors would actually be possible despite the tight time limit. Her rhythm was interrupted by a loud knock on her door as she got up from her chair and grumbled on her way to open it, finding a tall man in a slick suit waiting behind it.
"Are you Shyanne?" he asked.
She slowly nodded. "Y-yes, who are you?"
"We're part of the investment team," the man said, stepping to the side to reveal several more people dressed similar to himself. "We're touring the building right now and getting to know the different departments, and we wanted to take a moment to meet with you before you give your presentation later this afternoon."
Shyanne's lip twitched, one of her hopes of not meeting the investors until later having been firmly ruined. Her breathing hastened, starting her breast growth yet again. From all the cursed pills she had absentmindedly taken, the expansion had become noticeable--the weight being added every second as Shyanne shook their hands and the stretching of her skin causing her hands to tremble more and more as she walked around to each person. "I-i-it's great to meet all of you before the event," she lied.
"We've been told great things about you since this morning," the man said. "All of your coworkers that we've talked to seem to agree. You've got a strong managerial head for this company."
Shyanne nervously laughed at the compliment. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and pressed down on them, trying to disguise their ongoing expansion, though the longer the conversation continued the faster the growth felt to her. "Th-thanks, I do my best to keep everyone here motivated."
"A lot of them have also praised you presentation skills. We have high expectations after what we've been told."
Shyanne struggled to keep her arms in place as the expansion continued its quick pace, terrified out of her mind at needing to impress the people in front of her. "Yeah, really looking forward to it!" she said, trying to hide her true opinion.
"We also want to apologize for the lack of time we've given you. We know you aren't finished with the actual work yet, but we are eagerly waiting to hear everything you have ready about the financial status of the company."
"Yeah it's, um, it's coming along great. I'll be happy to share the full and conclusive results once I finish them in the future whenever you're all available for it."
The man smiled. "That's our plan. Anyway, we just wanted to quick meet with you before the presentation. We've got several other departments to check in with still, we'll see you a little later this afternoon."
"Y-yeah, see you then," Shyanne said, backing into her office and locking the door again. She turned around, taking rapid breaths for a moment before dropping her arms. Her squashed breasts reformed back into their normal shape, enlarging beyond oversized melons and continuing to grow from the stress she felt. Wasting no time she sat back at her computer, hoping to get as far on the presentation as she could before running out of time. Working further was proving difficult, as her massive chest was resting on the keyboard in her normal position. Shyanne had to sit up higher and tilt herself to the side to move her growing breasts out of the way just enough to let her use the keyboard. She shuffled out a handful of pills and eagerly swallowed them, damning the bottle as she tossed it into her purse that her degree of stress was too powerful for the medicine to normally handle.
The expansion slowed over the next minute as Shyanne steadily calmed down, keeping herself distracted by the work. Glancing down after losing her thought for a moment, she saw that her breasts had grown so large that they were straining the buttons on her shirt, and were pulling her shirt forward far enough that her stomach was slightly revealed. She took several more pills, having used up over half the bottle at this point, just to ensure that she could stay calm enough to last the next few hours.
Her phone buzzed an hour and a half later as the presentation time approached, Shyanne peering forward and spotting that it was a text from her boyfriend.
"Are you still holding up fine?" he had asked.
She rested her phone on top of her breasts to reply back. "They've gotten really big now." She paused before continuing her thought. "I'm scared. What do I do if they start growing in the presentation?"
"That's happening in a few minutes, right?"
"Yeah. Every time my chest has gotten bigger it's only lasted a couple minutes, but if this presentation lasts an hour..." Shyanne stopped and sighed, rubbing her forehead. "They're growing so fast now that I can't hide it."
"I'm stuck in a meeting downstairs for awhile, I'll come up and see you once your presentation is over. Just stay calm and the hour should fly right by, alright?"
"Thanks. I'm sure they'll get even bigger but hopefully I can manage it and get out of here."

Putting her phone in her pocket, Shyanne sat up and gathered what few materials she needed for the presentation, including a water bottle and the half empty medicine, before setting out for the conference room. She kept a folder with important papers held tightly in front of her, trying to prevent any prying eyes from noticing the abnormal growth that had happened. Once in front of the conference room door, she swallowed several more pills and took a deep breath, ready to rush through the presentation as calmly as possible.
The first thing she saw inside the brightly lit room were over a dozen well dressed men and women sitting around a table, staring expectantly at Shyanne once she walked in. "H-hope I'm not late."
"You're right on time. You should be able to grab anything you need from the computer over there," one of the women said.
Shyanne walked over to the podium in front of the room, positioning her water and medicine bottle on the slanted surface to conceal them from everyone staring at her. She leaned forward as she worked with the podium, appearing short enough that her chest was covered up by it. Using the computer quickly she pulled up her presentation for everyone in the room to see.
"Right then, an overview of where investments have been used thus far," she began. The first few minutes of the presentation progressed smoothly, with no interruptions to throw her off and what little she had planned for continuing to go exactly as she expected, as well as the relief that her chest was remaining the same size.
"So how has our investments boosted sales, exactly?" one of the men asked.
Shyanne turned to look at him before looking back at the projection, unable to provide an answer straight away. Her pace hastened, turning to panic as she felt the weight of her breasts increase as the growth resumed, more powerful than ever before. "I-it's part of another point I'll be making in a few minutes," she nervously sputtered, trying to stall for an answer.
"What percentage of the money has been used so far?" another person asked, barely a minute later.
"Th-those numbers, ah, um, haven't been e-exactly determined by other departments for me to determine just yet," she said, making up another answer. She grabbed her water bottle and took a few more pills with her back turned, trying anything to stop her anxiety from overwhelming her. Shyanne continued with the presentation, the feeling of being judged piercing her body as she stumbled over her words. Her shirt was slowly rising as her breasts continued pushing forward, only making it harder for Shyanne to concentrate.
"Now, when you say net profit is down temporarily, how long is that expected to last?" a woman asked, interrupting her again.
Shyanne trembled as she made up another answer and attempted to resume talking. Her focus was split as her eyes turned towards her shirt, her chest having grown so large that it was straining the three buttons holding the top of her shirt together. The threads were barely holding on as her breasts endlessly grew, Shyanne soon realizing that there was no way her shirt could contain them for much longer. Within a minute she saw several threads in the upper button come loose, and she tried raising her voice as the weight in her breasts continued to be added. After a few more seconds passed, the upper button shot off of her shirt and slammed against the wall in front of her with a thunderous snap before flying harmlessly into the waiting investors.
The group of people looked around quickly, trying to determine the source of the loud noise and quietly whispering among themselves. Shyanne felt further terrified, trembling behind the podium as she struggled to use just a few more pills. She looked down at her chest, swelling in growth after the button popped off. Her face went pink when she noticed that her breasts were visible through the opening above the two remaining buttons, keeping her locked in place to avoid anyone in the room from seeing her.
"S-so, this graph shows th-that we've doubled, um..." Shyanne stuttered, her mind too focused on the expansion to offer any concentration towards her speech. Her breasts had pushed her shirt so far forward that most of her stomach was revealed, the lingering two buttons becoming strained against the size of her chest as it tirelessly grew bigger. Shyanne's breath was rapid as she heard the faint *pwing* of the threads shredding on the bottom button, helplessly wishing she could hold her breasts to slow down the expansion without appearing strange in front of the crowd. Once enough threads had been shattered, the lower button similarly shot off her shirt with great speed, rebounding against the wall with a loud crack and striking her leg.
"Is something wrong?" one of the confused investors asked, curious what the repetitive sounds were.
"No! N-nothing, moving on," Shyanne said as her vision blurred. The last button was holding on, barely, as her breasts continued shooting forward. Within a minute they were nearly the size of watermelons, Shyanne finding it difficult to stand straight as the weight of her chest becoming too heavy to bare. She continued her speech with what little effort she could muster, her eyes locked entirely on the expansion as her shirt was pulled further and further forward.
"I'm unsure how long the profit growth can last like this, are there any plans to change it?" one of people asked.
The question was drowned out by Shyanne's panic as her as the threads of the final button began snapping loose, shaking her head in utter fear with the only hope that, somehow, the growth could stop just for a minute to give her time to finish the presentation. Fueled by her extreme anxiety, Shyanne's breasts wouldn't relent and continued expanding while the button trembled. The stress of her chest becoming too great, the final button snapped off with such force that the conference table in the room shook upon the button slamming against the wall.
Her breasts flowed outwards after freeing themselves from her shirt, no longer able to be held back. The shift in weight from her chest after they were no longer contained, albeit barely, by the shirt caused Shyanne to stumble forward and bump against the wall. Her growing chest pushed her back somewhat upright, their weight having become impossible to carry without leaning forward.
The investors were mumbling between themselves at Shyanne's bizarre attitude, curious why she had stopped talking and was seemingly stuck staring at the floor. Hesitating for a moment, Shyanne grabbed her belongings and covered up the side of her breasts the best she could as she ran for the door, slamming it shut as she left and leaving behind a group of confused investors.

Shyanne dashed through the floor with her expanding chest leading the way as fast as she could, trying to put out of her mind the idea that anybody idling around was watching her as she sped over to her office. She fumbled with the door, her breasts obstructing her, before running inside and locking the door as tight as she could. Shyanne shoved everything off of her desk and rested her chest on top of it, pausing for a moment to push the bottle of pills to her mouth and swallow its remaining contents before tossing it to the other end of the room. The drastic weight of her breasts caused her desk to creak as they slid along its surface and off the other end, the growth feeling almost unending. Shyanne sat in her chair, uncomfortable from the size of her chest, trying to reach her phone to text Brent and beg for him to see her.
"Heeuus myhhhh" was all she could type, her breasts completely obstructing her view and preventing her from moving her arms enough to bring the phone in front of her. Nearing three feet long and over a foot wide, Shyanne's bra was reaching its limit as it too was beginning to strain under the immense size. She realized that her breasts were growing too quickly too late, the back string of the bra having dug itself into her skin so tightly that it was impossible for her to untie it and free herself. Pain swelled as weight accumulated, her breasts stagnant in their size as the bra desperately held on, leaving Shyanne on the verge of tears from how her contained chest was feeling.
Brent unlocked the door and rushed into the room, looking out of breath as he locked the door again. "Oh geez..." he murmured, surprised by difference in size compared to the last time he saw Shyanne in the morning. Her bra gave out a just after he entered, snapping off of Shyanne and flying towards Brent, harmlessly hitting the wall as he instinctively ducked. Shyanne's bare breasts surged forward without anything holding them back, reaching five feet long and nearly two feet wide, the weight of them snapping Shyanne's desk in half. She was flung onto the ground by the obscene weight of her chest as it dropped and assumed its full size, tears streaming down her face in pain and embarrassment.
"It s-s-stopped," she muttered, almost speechless. She had no idea how or why, but she finally had the respite she desired.
"Can you move? We've gotta get you to a doctor somewhere right now, we don't even know if this is temporary!" He tried to lift the fleshy mass in front of Shyanne, unable to budge it more than an inch.
"It's too heavy, I'm completely stuck here!" she said, trying to control her breathing. Her phone rang as Brent attempted lifting her chest, Shyanne waddling her arms helplessly as the growth in front of her prevented her from reaching her phone from where it dropped. Brent gave up moving her and grabbed the phone, holding it up to Shyanne's head so that she could answer herself.
"Shyanne? What happened at the presentation!?" her boss exclaimed, a hint of frustration in his voice.
"It--I, it was, it..."
"They said you ignored their questions and just abruptly ran out of the room! What were you thinking?"
"I needed to leave an-and check some...thing, and, and..." Shyanne mumbled, too frazzled to come up with any coherent excuse.
A groan and sigh could be heard from her boss. "They're not happy, and there's no way I can stop them from tearing you apart from what they're telling me." Shyanne's anxiety rocketed from the threat of her future being ruined, all because of a cursed chest she had no control over. Her breasts bounced forward a foot the instant she felt the wave of panic, growing half a foot a second. She shook her head, leaving Brent to hang up on her boss.
"Oh my god, it's not stopping!" she shouted, her chest stretching and expanding across the office floor.
"Shyanne! You need to calm down, I need you to have a level head just for a moment--just so we can talk seriously so I can help you. Please?"
"I would if this damn anxiety medicine I wasted all day using had done anything!" she yelled as her breasts roared across the floor and pressed against the opposing wall. "I-I can't stay calm, I look like a freak!"
"Wait, what medicine? You normally tell me when you need a refill of--"
Shyanne moaned in pain as her chest pushing against the wall forced her body backwards towards the window so they could continue expanding. "The damn bottle is in the corner!" she said, flailing her arms vaguely towards one end of the office.
Brent stepped across her expanding breasts and found the empty medicine bottle. He spent a minute scanning the bottle and reading all of the small print on it, Shyanne continuing to moan in pain as her chest refused to stop its growth. "Where did you get this!?"
"S-some alley store on-on the way to work," she said between rapid breaths.
"Shyanne, this isn't anxiety medication..."
"I'm damn well aware of that now!" she shouted, gritting her teeth as her breasts ran out of room to expand forward and could only grow towards the sides of the room.
"It's...anxiety deterrent."
Shyanne's chest grew faster, on the edge of hyperventilating. Never in the day had she considered spending a minute reading the bottle, its cursed effects terrifying her. "Wh-what does that mean!?"
Brent walked behind Shyanne, running low on free space in the room that wasn't occupied by her chest. "In women, the pills induce mild breast expansion when feeling a high degree of stress or anxiety. Up to a maximum of three pills a day are recommended for self-punishment," he said, paraphrasing the bottle. "How many of these have you been using?"
"I took the whole bottle today! I thought it was normal medicine!" Her breasts wrapped around most of the room, rising up the walls as the growth accelerated faster and faster every second.
Brent pocketed the bottle, kneeling behind Shyanne and hugging her tight. "Apparently taking too many at once can cause an overgrowth, taking the entire bottle..." he trailed off, cracks in the wall in front of them forming from the pressure Shyanne's breasts were exerting. "...leads to you growing until reaching a near-explosive limit."
Shyanne felt faint, sporting a chest weighing hundreds of pounds and adding more each second, as she was unable to control her complete panic. The cracks in the wall extended from the floor to the ceiling as more pressure was added, her breasts completely crushing the wall once it couldn't hold her in any longer.
Her chest rushed forward, once more free from containment, Shyanne crying in humiliation as startled coworkers screamed and ran from the massive wall of flesh that was surging toward them, none of them having the time to identify the origin. Shyanne felt her breasts ram into cubicles and crush them, the sheer force of the expansion unstopped by flimsy barricades strewn throughout the office floor. In less than half a minute, her chest reached the wall on the other side, Shyanne screaming in pain as the immense growth pressure stockpiled from being unable to push forward. Their growth escalated every second Shyanne was left in torment, sobbing from the pain and the sound of screams from floors below her as coworkers alarmed the rest of the building to evacuate from the indescribable mess on the top floor.
The rate of expansion almost exponential, the entire office floor was encapsulated by her breasts in over a minute. Shyanne was left screaming loudly in agony, her chest adding weight but with nowhere for them to expand. Rumbling around the floor could be felt every few seconds, becoming louder until they overpowered Shyanne's screams. The entire floor of the office finally gave out once the weight was overbearing, sending Brent, Shyanne, and her breasts tumbling onto the empty floor beneath them. Each floor of the building was identical to the last, and each one continued to cause suffering for Shyanne as her breasts were unable to physically grow any bigger. They crashed through floor after floor, hundreds of pounds of weight being added to her chest every second, until the pair reached ground level. They had broken through the last floors so rapidly that Shyanne's breasts were face down on the ground, leaving herself and Brent hanging in the air. Yet, her breasts rumbled with the ability to freely grow again, sending the two soaring upwards at an intense pace. Her chest nudged the collapsed roof out of their way, leaving them to freely watch the sight of nearby buildings as they raced upwards into the sky. Her breasts were unyielding in their expansion, widening as fast as they were growing taller. With such immense weight, they broke through neighboring sculptures and unoccupied buildings, crushing them as her breasts enjoyed almost limitless freedom in their growth. The massive expansion continued its rampage for minutes as Shyanne and Brent silently rose into the sky, until they came to an abrupt stop which tossed Brent several feet further in the air, only to softly land on in front of Shyanne on her cushioned chest.
"Th...th...they stopped..." Shyanne said, completely fatigued from the pain she endured.
Brent looked around, the rounded breasts making it impossible to see the ground a mile below them. "What...what do we do now?"
The faint sounds of sirens were heard below and Shyanne felt faint pokes in her chest near ground level as spectators gathered out of curiosity, baffled by the sudden appearance of a tower of flesh. "I feel like sleeping now..." Shyanne mumbled, still panting from exhaustion.
Brent pulled out his phone, Shyanne's breasts obstructing any attempt at getting a signal. He laid down upon her chest, staring into Shyanne's eyes. "It's alright, sweetie. Someone will come to rescue us. Someone'll figure out how to...how to fix this."
"It's...it's not permanent, is it?" she asked before plunging her weary head back onto her chest.
"Without help, it might be," he said, what little fear Shyanne could feel no long affecting the size of her breasts.
The pair talked for hours until the sun began to set, comforting each other, with the only hope that help could eventually arrive. Her breasts never once changed size after hours, demoralizing Shyanne. Her only thought that lasted into the evening was that, regardless if she was stuck in her current size or returned to normal, her life was almost entirely ruined. Brent comforting her was all she had left to enjoy, yet her soul felt so crushed that even that wasn't enough to get her through the night. She sobbed silently into her enormous chest until she fell asleep, utterly helpless.