The Rack

Chapter 9

   Andrea stared at the time clock nervously. She had barely made it to work in time. It was only after she had tried on the dresses, that she remembered that she didn't have her uniform with her. Not that it was much of a uniform. But she did need it for work. Now she was hesitant to clock in. So far, each time she clocked in her breasts had grown in size. She really didn't want that to happen now. She was already way too big.

With a quick swipe, Andrea clocked in. She immediately braced herself, eyes closed. After a moment, she opened one eye and looked down. She saw the same sized breasts she had before she clocked in. She blinked. This wasn't what she had expected. Not that she wanted her breasts to get bigger. She had just gotten used to them doing so when she clocked in.

"Hey new girl," a voice called out. "Are you going to stand there all day? Get to work!"

Startled, Andrea jumped a little. She grimaced at the motion this caused in her breasts. She turned and walked to the dining area. All the while under the glare of a brunette. The brunette's tits were a little over half the size of Andrea's.

"We have no place for slackers here," the brunette said as Andrea walked away.

Andrea just shook her head. There's always one of those at every business. The one who seems to only validate their existence by insulting or commanding others. She knew it was better to just ignore the woman. Anything she would twist anything Andrea said. She heard the woman sniff and walk away. A few minutes later, she had put away her purse and was heading to the dining area. She received her table assignment and went to work.

After an hour of work, Andrea noticed something strange. Stranger than normal that is. All of the waitresses' boobs were slowly, but steadily, growing larger. Hers included. When she first arrived, the smallest pair looked to be about a G-cup. Now, none of them had boobs smaller than their heads. Again, none of the waitresses or the customers noticed anything different. No matter how often a waitress came back to a table bigger than when she left, the customers did not say a word. Nor did the waitress. It was a good thing that the clothes changed with them. But she was wondering just who made women's pullover shirts in the sizes she was seeing.

It didn't long for the drawback of having so many busty waitresses in one room became apparent. The girls were running out of room. When she started, they all had plenty of room between the tables. Now, their boobs were starting to touch as they walked by each other. Soon they would be pressed together.

Of course, the customers noticed. Most of the men openly stared whenever it happened. The women tried not to look. But it was like watching a train wreck: they could not, not watch. They, at least, had sympathy in their eyes. Andrea discovered that whenever there was a woman at the table, that table had a larger than normal tip on it. She checked with the other waitresses. They said that this happened every Saturday. They couldn't figure out why either. Andrea knew, but she couldn't tell them. She hoped they all would shrink back to normal at the end of the shift.

As she worked, Andrea noticed that the brunette from earlier was watching her. She couldn't do anything without her staring. After an hour of constantly being watched, she pulled Nicole to the side. "Nicole," she said. "What's with the brunette who can't stop staring at me?"

"Oh, that's Sarah," Nicole answered after looking at the woman. "Don't mind her. She's a bitch. Before you arrived, she was the biggest and best waitress. Got more in tips than the rest of us. Now that you're here, she's no longer the best. And even a blind man can tell that she's not the biggest."

"That's just great," Andrea said with a sigh. "Can you tell me where's she been since I started?"

"Vacation," came the answer. "She went back home to spend some time with her family. Understandable at this time of year. But most people would have only taken a week or two off. Not almost a whole month."