The Rack

Chapter 6

            Andrea sat in her car. She didn't want to go to work. Not because the job was hard, but because of the changes she was going to go through. She knew there was some women who'd kill to be a big as she now was. Hell, there were women who dreamed of being as big as she was yesterday! But she wasn't one of them. She had been happy at her original size. And if she ever wanted to be that size again, she needed to figure out what was going on. With a sigh, she got out of her car.

As she walked through the back to the timeclock, Andrea was amazed that none of the women noticed nothing wrong with their sizes. Especially with the vast difference in sizes. Those on the clock rarely had breasts smaller than their heads. While those off the clock were rarely larger than a D-cup. Of course, that excluded her as her size was not her natural size.

Nervously, Andrea got in line. She watched as the women's breast in front of her either grew or shrank. With that clue, it was easy for her to see who was clocking in and who was clocking out. She still couldn't understand how the others didn't notice the changes. How can someone not notice a woman's breast growing from a C-cup to larger than her head? That was not a subtle change.

In less time that she wanted, it was Andrea's turn. Reluctantly, she clocked in. Immediately Andrea's breasts began to grow from their G-cup size. She turned to walk toward where she had left her purse the day before. With each step, she could feel the growing weight of her chest. Each bounce as a little more pronounced. Every sway was a little more. By the time she got to her destination her breasts were half again the size of her head. Thankfully they stopped growing at that size.

Thanks to her experience yesterday, Andrea knew how to move with such massive breasts. She put down her belongings and went to the dining area. There she received her table assignment and started working. It wasn't what she wanted to do, but as she didn't know how everybody's breasts were changing size, she didn't have anywhere else to start.

As Andrea worked, she kept an eye on the waitresses. All through the night, theirs and her breast kept changing sizes. Some of the girls grew larger, while some grew smaller. One did both. Unfortunately for Andrea, hers steadily grew. She couldn't detect any method or reason for the changes. They happened at random times in random places. It was enough to drive her crazy.

Slowly, though, she started to see a pattern. The more cheerful the waitress was, the larger she grew. Those that weren't as cheerful or their tables weren't as happy, either shrank or stayed the same. Which would explain why she kept growing. She was a great waitress. Even if she had to say it herself. And through it all, she was the only one who noticed the changes. She watched as the manager and another waitress grew while they talked to each other. They even moved further apart when their breasts got large enough to touch.

Andrea shook her head in frustration.

"Something wrong," a voice asked.

Startled, Andrea turned to find another waitress standing behind her. Like all the women who worked here, she was abnormally endowed. "No," she answered. "I'm just watching Elizabeth."

"Oh God," the waitress said. "I was beginning to think I was the only one. She's just so huge. I mean, I thought I was big. That is, until I started working here."

Andrea's eyes dropped to the waitress's chest. "You're not what people would call small," she said as she raised her eyes back to the other's face. On the way up, she saw her name tag. "There are women out there who are jealous of your size, Terri."

"Says the woman who makes me look small," Terri said with a roll of her eyes.

"Again, you're not what people would call small," Andrea said. "And I'm sure there are women out there who can make me look small." She nodded at Elizabeth. "There's one now."