The meeting went over better than Megan could have hoped. She was certain it had a lot to do with her surprising changes. Normally most of her company's bigwigs and clients zoned out halfway through her presentations. They were often dry statistical and financial reports, and she was thankful she only had to give them around once a month. She used to try finding ways to make them more exciting... throwing in jokey asides related to a specific bit of info, sandwiching lighthearted "Did you know?" factoids between graphs... nothing held people's attention for very long. She'd pretty much given that up.
So it came as quite the shock when, upon noticing she only had five minutes left in her presentation, she also noticed that most of the room's eyes were still on her. One specific part of her, anyway. It wasn't just her bra that was a size too small; her sweater wasn't quite up to her current size, either. She had only glanced at it before leaving home, but now it was pretty clear from everyone's acute gazes that it was doing her new figure a lot of favors. She could even feel it hugging her abdomen each time she turned at her waist.
She tried to picture the Megan they were seeing: a sophisticated woman in a tasteful skirt and sweater, dark hair tied into a tidy bun... and with a chest jutting straight out, making stretch marks in her top. It'd be a real kicker if it even stretched the collar to expose a little cleavage for good measure, although she doubted it was quite that pronounced.
Megan repressed a smirk. Of course the men would find the energy to listen to her if she's got a killer rack. She had only ever been reporting on crucial business figures that they were specifically responsible for managing, so of course it was never that important to listen to her before now.
Someone in the room coughed politely. Megan blinked and realized she had paused to reflect on this a bit too long. "Right. Moving onto our final summary..."
Megan took a detour to the shops on her way home. Her bra was chafing badly after a full day supporting her oversized boobs. 'Boobs,' she repeated in her head, 'because that's what these are now.' Just a bit too big to call 'em breasts without inspiring a smirk.
She didn't mind at all that they'd grown, and to her own surprise she wasn't concerned if the swelling was temporary or if this was her new size for good. Coupled with her other, more subtle changes, particularly regarding her more youthful appearance, Megan didn't see a huge downside. So she'd need to buy a few more bras and tops. She'd have to do that eventually anyway.
As she browsed the racks in the underwear section, she couldn't help but notice a customer in the nearby men's section stealing a glance at her. That's when Megan realized something else: she loved being ogled.
During the meeting, she was just glad to see the male executives paying attention to her and writing down more notes than usual. But here, in public, just being seen gave her a thrill she never felt before. It wasn't even like she had a porn star figure or anything, but she felt proud all the same. As she checked out, she hoped she was making the petite woman ringing up her bras jealous.
By the time she got home, she had received a text from Will. He was coming over again... tonight. Megan couldn't remember the last time they had seen each other two days in a row. She thought he had mentioned having a packed schedule. Whatever had happened, she was glad. Her memories of the previous night were still a little fuzzy and she was eager to make new ones.