Tom was gasping for air as he started to panic. His shirt pushed out so far he could hardly see the tips of his shoes
when looking down. Catherine was distracted by her swelling endowments. "Eeek!" Catherine shrieked excitedly.
"Lookat ma' boobs!"
Tom looked. He lifted his head again and this time saw Catherine striding toward him. She sidled up close to him.
"Tom! Check out these milkers!" She reached under her blouse, then behind her to unclasp her bra. Catherine then
lifted her shirt and her swelling mammaries flopped out. It was then the redheaded secretary noticed Tom's titties
slowly filling in. She reached up to his shirt and tore the buttoned top open, muttering something about wanting to
see "those" milkers.
Tom was further startled. "Ca-Catherine?! What are you doing?!"
Catherine pulled Tom close, pressing one of her swelling nipples against one of his new ones. "Relax," she said.
"I've done these a bunch of times. It'll wear off after a couple weeks or so."
"What?" Tom was lost, feeling confused by what was happening. He gently pushed Catherine away but found her
heavier than he expected. He could see her skirt was starting to stretch as her butt pudged up. She had been
wearing a miniskirt and high heels that day, though it wasn't exactly up to dress code. But of course, in a corporate
world dominated by males, the shortcomings of a short attire were often overlooked.
Mary bleated and both their attentions were distracted. She was apparently packing on more pounds. Mary held
her arms across her gut to try and hold it in but fat just folded around them before pushing them forward. Tom
looked back to Catherine whose ass had nearly doubled in width by half. Her midsection was beginning to look a bit
thicker too. She reached out and pinched one of Tom's nipples playfully, looking to take it further.
"Come on, don't you want a little more? Doesn't it feel goooooood?" Catherine had a longing look in her eyes as she
asked Tom.