Family Curse

Lunch Date

The sound of creaking wheels accompanied me wherever I went. My bosom spread in front of me on top of a wheeled platform that allowed me to move around. Without it I would be helpless, immobilized by the sheer size of my breasts. Last month at my parents was quite possibly the best month of my life. It took a heavy toll on my body however. Standing still, my boobs not only reached all the way to the ground, but they were rising up too, currently reaching the height of my chin. Obviously they were too heavy for me to lift on my own, even single one of them that is. Going through normal doors was finally thing of a past for me. The platform that allowed me to move around had a one problem though... it was only 5 feet wide and my tits, uhm, kinda exceeded that width. As a result they were squished together, rising even higher than they would normally, blocking most of my view.

Red with anger, I was stomping down the hallway towards the dean's office, nine hundred and eighty-seven pounds of quivering flesh. I walked at a very impressive pace for someone my size and everybody scattered at the sight of me, mostly because there wasn't enough space between me and the walls to avoid a collision and let's face it, most people didn't want to be flatten by someone five times their size.

Standing sideways next to the dean's office, I pounded on the door all the while I dug through my extensive cleavage, searching for the source of my outrage. My hand emerged victorious with the piece of paper, just as the door opened, revealing a tall and slender, yet surprisingly busty figure of the secretary of dean Roberts. Miss Miller was a thing of stunning beauty, with her straight blonde hair falling past her shoulders, protruding chest and toned stomach, both of which she apparently liked to show off in a less than professional looking attire. "Hello, how can I help you?" she said, her full lips opening in a wide smile, revealing her perfect, white teeth.

"I need to speak with the dean Roberts." I growled at the poor, innocent assistant.

"I see." she said smiling, oblivious to my rudeness. "I'll ask if he can attend to you." Miss Miller scuttled out of my sight.

"Come on in, the dean will see you know." she said when she returned.

I stared at her in disbelief. "Yeah, like that's going to happen."

"What? I thought you wanted to see the dean." The blonde bimbo said utterly confused.

I rolled my eyes. "Guess you weren't hired for your brilliant intellect..." I said bitterly pointing at my body and the narrow doorframe. I wasn't a rude person usually, but I was irritated, hungry and late. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast and I should have meet with Brian for a lunch date half an hour ago! As if that wasn't enough my left boob itched just outside my reach and it was driving me crazy.

I swear she stared at me for whole 5 seconds before her face glowed up in delight. "Thank you!"

I let out a frustrated sigh. "Just bring the dean here, can you? Tell him that Courtney Sullivan is waiting at the door. Please."

"Miss Sullivan, lovely to see you again." Dean Roberts said, not bothering to look away from my bosom. The dean was a balding man in his fifties, about a head shorter than his gorgeous but dumb assistant. "What seems to be the problem? I hope you don't have any issues due to your... condition. After all we did more than we had to, to enable your staying here." I couldn't argue with him on that. The reconstruction at the campus during the summer ensured that every place was accessible even for someone my size.

"Dean Roberts, hello. It is actually." I said flapping with my arm holding the letter. "I got this letter saying that-"

"Saying that every student needs to earn a credit in physical education during the study at our university in order to successfully complete it, yes, I'm aware."