The Rack

Chapter 2

Andrea stared at her reflection in shock. She did not want to believe what just happened. But the evidence was staring her in the face. Not to mention hanging from her chest. But there still was the fact that breasts don't grow that fast. She raised one hand and gently poked her left breasts. She could feel her hand touch the soft mass of her breast. More disturbingly, she could feel her breast being poked by her hand.

Andrea jerked her hand back. How was this possible? Breasts do not grow like that. She took a deep breath to steady herself. Instead the stretching of the shirt across her breasts kept her situation in front of her mind. She pressed her hands against her breast, as if she could push them back. Her cleavage rose almost to her chin. Shocked at feeling her breath move over the top of her breasts, Andrea let them go. The bounce staggered her. She couldn't deny it any longer, those really were her breasts.

There was a knock on the door. "Are you alright in there," Nicole asked. "Don't tell me we got you the wrong size top."

"No," Andrea said. "Everything's fine. It's, just this top is very tight."

"Of course, silly," laughed the waitress. "We're called 'The Rack' for a reason. So, the tighter the better. Now, come out so I can see how it fits."

Andrea picked up her purse. Then she took a deep breath and did what Nicole asked her to. She was expecting the waitress to gasp at her sudden and drastic increase in breast size. That didn't happen. She expected exclamations of shock. That didn't happen. She expected questions. Lots of questions. That didn't happen either. What did happen was that Nicole looked at her and smiled.

"You look good," the waitress said. "Now, let me show you where we put our purses. After that, I can start showing you the ropes."

Andrea nervously followed behind the other woman. She kept glancing at the other employees as they passed them. None of them gave her more than a glance. She knew some of them had to have seen her when she walked through the first time. So why didn't they notice the change in her figure? It didn't take them long to reach a mostly empty area in the back. There, Andrea could see the employees' belongings, mostly purses and jackets. She found a spot and placed her purse there.

"Do you have any experience waitressing," Nicole asked as the two women walked back to the front.

"Yes," Andrea answered. "I used to work at Jaybird's Burgers before that drunk driver decided to turn it into a drive-thru."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that," Nicole said with a wince. "That place had the best burgers. Will they be able to re-open?"

"Yeah," Andrea sighed. "But not anytime soon. They decided to remodel with the insurance money."

Nicole nodded at that. "Back to the job. Since you have experience, I'll let you handle the first customers in our section while I watch. Everything should go well enough that I can let you work alone. You shouldn't need me for more than any special orders or items not on the menu. As this is your first day, you wouldn't know about those things."

Andrea agreed. That was the best way to do this. Besides, she didn't want to follow anybody around while she was trying to figure out why and how her breasts got so big. A part of her was still in denial. Insisting that this was some sort of dream or hallucination. But she remembered the feel of her breast when she touched it. More importantly, she remembered feeling her breast being touched. Not only that, but she could feel the heavy bounce and slow sway of her breasts with each step.

Andrea took a deep breath to calm herself. She stopped breathing in when she heard her bra creak in complaint. Her bra! Her eyes widened in surprise. It was only then that she realized that her bra had changed with her breasts. At the size she was at now, it should have snapped in two or be squeezing her to death. How did she not notice her bra changing with her?