Prompt of the Week - Week 18

That bitch had been eyeing her for so long that Ruth was starting to feel like she was the one who had done something wrong. That smirk, that sly grin, constantly dancing on the edge of their lips, the sneer that only grew more powerful as the minutes ticked away and the silence between the two grew thicker still. If not for the clock on the wall filling in slightly, the nothingness in the room would probably be solid; as it stood though, it was the one thing standing between their precarious status quo and one of them breaking down into tears… and it wouldn’t be the one cocky asshole giving Ruth that shit-eating grin.

To be “fair” to them, their mouth was barely even visible at all. Goodness knows why someone carrying a pair of breasts so massive they obscured most of their upper body and head would show up to a job opening for a secretarial position at a genuinely respectable company; as much as Ruth liked to think she didn’t judge people by the way they looked, every second she spent looking at the rabbit in front of her made her wonder just how many porn flicks they’d been involved in, because there was absolutely no way in hell those were real, not with how firm and stuffed they looked. The ultra-short miniskirt didn’t help either; did Ruth walk into an audition without even realizing it?

The snake girl shook her head, trying to get those thoughts out of it. It was unbecoming of someone like her to be that judgemental, even if she felt slightly justified given the way that other woman was treating her; maybe she just liked having a chest so massive it was hard to see past it, one that made walking through doors more of a chore and an engineering problem than anything else. Maybe she just liked the overblown sexdoll aesthetic, who was Ruth to judge with her noodle of a body and complete lack of any visible assets? She certainly didn’t feel jealous about those proportions, absolutely not; that was not jealousy she was feeling welling up inside of her and making her want to scream in frustration while holding her flat chest and wailing about how much of a waste her puberty had been. Not in a million years.

“What makes you think you have a chance?”

Her voice was just as aggressively raspy as Ruth expected it to be, which didn’t bode well for that burning sensation she was trying so hard to contain inside of her heart. Looking up to face the rabbit would only give them the satisfaction they were looking for; it was best to just keep staring at the floor and pretend she didn’t hear anything.

“Last time I checked, they didn’t hire people that looked like rummage sale rejects from the pool toy bin,” the bun kept needling, “though last I checked, even those noodles had something to hold onto. Do you stuff your bras just so the straps won’t fall off?”

She was trying to get her mad. That or frustrated; regardless of which was the case, the intent was clear, and Ruth refused to give into it. The last time she allowed her emotions to get the better of her, the snake gal spent several hours sobbing into a pillow after saying a few choice words that ended two friendships and seriously strained a third, a regrettable day that still haunted her in her worst moments. Not that those “friends” were worth keeping around, but Ruth still hated yelling at people, which was pretty good considering what she really felt like doing at that point was coiling up in a corner of the room and pretending like the whole day just didn’t happen.

“Honestly, you’re better off going home before you’re called up,” the rabbit insisted, “do you really think they’re going to hire you to man the front desk? I’ve seen more exciting things while staring at wet paint and you think you have a chance compared to me?”

Ruth could feel her fists trembling as she clenched them, daring to glance upwards… only to watch as the rabbit’s bust seemingly swelled outwards to strain her already-struggling button-up shirt to the point where a few of its buttons popped off and hit the ceiling at top speed. She could grow as well, she was a hyper! Goodness gracious, she really was out of her league…

“Face it, you’re not getting this job. So fuck off and let the big girls do business. Who knows, maybe if you cry enough about it, the titty fairy will finally pay you a visit~”

In that moment, Ruth wanted to get physical. She wanted to get up and take a swing at the bitch until she slapped that smile off her face and knocked her so off-balance that she’d be pinned down by her own oversized tits. She really wanted to do it… but she couldn’t, not when her body’s immediate reaction to the perceived threat was overruled by her mind breaking down underneath the constant, unrelenting assault of her own insecurities, played so masterfully by a rabbit that was obviously immensely skilled at tuning into people’s weak points… or was just your bog standard asshole, it was hard to distinguish between the two. Everything that Ruth feared and hated about herself had somehow been triggered by what amounted to a bully’s petty insults, leaving her on the verge of a breakdown; the only way out was to get up, nearly knocking her chair down in the process, and slithering away into the nearest elevator, the jeering laugh and the bun’s shrill voice haunting her all the way down to the ground floor. Even the bustling sounds of the city weren’t enough to drown it out, and it was a miracle how Ruth avoided shedding a single tear until she was in the safety of her apartment, her head deep inside of her favourite pillow.

She was right, the bitch was absolutely right; who in their right minds would hire her over someone like them? The snake was plainer than paperwork, to the point where her main strategy for going unnoticed in a party was just sitting down somewhere; didn’t even have to be a corner, it was as if she just blended into the background where no one could see her. Meanwhile, not only was she constantly exposed to people who were far bigger and more voluptuous than her, but she was also reminded on a daily basis that she’d never be anywhere near as big as them, not after her teenage years flew over her head and left her with nothing to remember them by. All Ruth could do was wish that she was bigger, wish it with all of her might, because that was everything she had left: wishful thinking. Maybe someday, someone far smarter than her would come up with some way to save those who hadn’t been blessed by genetics with the sorts of curves they most desired, and maybe, several years after that, the snek would have enough money saved up to actually go through the procedure. In the meantime though, all she could do was carry on with the rest of her day like an automaton, going through the motions without the slightest hint of enthusiasm behind them, until finally she could curl up on her bed, cover herself with a blanket and forget about everything for a few hours.

The night went by almost instantly, one of the rare occasions where Ruth was vaguely aware of the time passed between her closing her eyes and the sun forcing her to open them back up. Dreamless and restful, it gave her the energy needed to face the new day with at least something resembling a half-smile; perhaps her current coworkers would have something to cheer her up, maybe a few dumb jokes or stories about what they did with their weekend. Ruth felt odd though, almost like her whole body was cramped and refused to move properly; uncoiling herself had never taken so long before, so much so that she began worrying if something was actually wrong with her. It took throwing the blanket off of herself for the snake to realize what had happened, and the ensuing scream was loud enough that she instinctively covered her mouth in response, as if that would make the neighbors stop worrying about what happened to her.

She had breasts. Hell, she had tits, given how huge they were; uncoiling had been difficult because, somehow, she had sprouted a pair of sweater puppies overnight that ended up locking in place underneath her chest, making it difficult for her to tug them free given how used she was to not having anything in the way. The more she looked at them, the less she believed they were real, and yet the weight was clearly there, their forms were obviously present, their softness was palpable… everything about them was real, and yet they couldn’t possibly exist. Could they?

They could. They had to. This had to be true, the universe wouldn’t be that cruel to her! And indeed, the more she squeezed them, the more Ruth came to understand they were absolutely there, they were absolutely real, and goodness were they soft and eminently squishy! She could see herself just lying there for hours, doing nothing but playing with her own bust and making her neighbors wonder just what was going on with how loudly she was moaning… and honestly, she was just about to do that when she remembered she was supposed to go to work that day, which brought with it a whole new set of problems.

The snake gal had no clothes for herself, not at that size. A quick look in the mirror revealed that her brand new mounds were at least as big as a large watermelon each, if not more so; how was she supposed to cover up when all of her shirts were made for someone that was flatter than a board?! Ruth spent a good fifteen minutes panicking as she went through her selection, desperately hoping to find something large enough that she could pass for decent while wearing it, to no avail. No matter what she picked, it either refused to fit her past a certain point on her bust, or did so only to rip into shreds moments later, leaving her with absolutely no choice but to keep trying and please, heavens above, give her something that she could wear!

The snake’s prayers wouldn’t go unanswered, though it took long enough that she was probably going to be late to work unless she broke speeding laws multiple times over. The very last item of clothing left in her closet, a larger-than-average button-up shirt she once bought on a whim because she thought it looked nice, only to get home and realize it was far too big for her to actually use; it was her salvation, brought to her by the very gods, and not a minute too soon as well. The moment she got the last button in its place, her breasts spilling from every hole and looking more indecent than they would if she just went nude, Ruth hurried into the kitchen, grabbed a few cookies and then bolted out into her car, having to squirm into place before readjusting her seat. The drive to work was fraught with concern and tight chests, and obviously plenty of red lights, just to piss her off; by the time the snake got to the office building, she was already half an hour late and lacking in any excuse but “Look at my tits!”, so she barreled into the nearest elevator, filled it up with her coils, and slammed her hand against the fourth floor button, hoping to maybe catch her boss having a good day.

And if she didn’t, she still had her tits!

When the doors opened, what Ruth saw was a very angry-looking canine… for about two seconds. The moment he got a good eyeful of what his employee looked like, the snake’s immediate superior had his jaw practically unhinge from his skull, unashamedly allowing his mouth to fall wide open and giving the snek the perfect opening to slither around him, offer a half-hearted excuse and then hurry to her cubicle. Success!

Her coworkers were quick to notice that something was wrong, though no one had the guts to stand up and loudly proclaim that their previously-flat colleague suddenly had a pair of almost literal melons attached to her chest. Their looks though, they betrayed that thought, they told her everything she needed to know about it, and she adored every second of it. Every half-glance, every sideways stare, every moment they tried to steal when they thought she wasn’t looking, not to mention the sudden and very conspicuous increase in the number of times someone needed her “help” with something that could be resolved in under five seconds with a quick database search. Ruth didn’t mind; for once, she was the center of attention, and she basked in it with as much glee as she bathed in the sun whenever hitting the beach.

However, something began to worry her, though what exactly was still up for debate. It was an unconscious thing, poking at the back of her head, a sense of impending doom that was still too vague for her to really pay much mind to. For some reason, Ruth felt like things were about to take a turn for the worse, though how was still undecided. It wasn’t until lunch time, when she slithered out from her workspace and towards the cantina, that the snake realized something actually was wrong: her shirt was tight.

Now, the button-up piece wasn’t built for the kind of bust it was holding back, but it did fit her, even if just barely; the amount of soft flush that bulged out from between the buttons was downright excessive and she had to be very careful not to pop anything out, but it held, and that’s what mattered. Now though, now Ruth looked at herself and saw that something was missing: the first button. It was unmistakable, it wasn’t there; whether it had fallen off or was shot out like a cannonball was anyone’s guess, but she was looking at a lot more cleavage than before, and despite knowing this was nothing if not alarming, the snek couldn’t help but bite her lip at the sight. It was almost enough for her to miss as her breasts swelled up another cup size, straining her shirt to the point where a second button was fired from it, her tits wobbling aggressively as they spilled out from the increasingly large window they were making for themselves.

They were still growing. They weren’t done.

She smiled.

The Ruth that her coworkers saw moving into the cantina, looking taller than ever before and radiating dominance like some kind of weird lightbulb, was not the same Ruth that had come out of the elevator just a few hours prior. Each motion of her tail brought such swaying to her bust that it refused to settle down, its soft, wobbling flesh jiggling like gelatin at the slightest provocation. It was outright indecent, and certainly against dress code for the company, but no one had the strength or determination to walk up to her and tell her off for it; especially not when she slithered up to the counter and made a show of moving her hand towards her meal to pluck the third button to pop out of her shirt from it, waving it around and loudly apologizing for being so clumsy and forgetting to wear something “proper” that day, right before sitting down in the one table that everyone had a line of sight to.

Silence fell, all of Ruth’s coworkers entranced by the sight of the busty snake gal growing outwards with even more breastflesh as the minutes went by, seemingly unaware, or at least uncaring about the fact that her tray was being pushed further and further away from her. Ruth, stuck in her little world, wasn’t even paying attention to her food at all; her eyes were firmly focused on that deepening cleavage spread out in front of her, watching as it grew larger and bigger, as her breasts inflated and packed on so much weight that she doubted whether she’d be able to move at all by the time they were done. The process was speeding up, and it wouldn’t take long before Ruth began to notice two damp spots forming where her nipples were pressing tightly against the fabric; cue the sloshing starting in earnest a few seconds later, another button being undone, and her breasts ballooning outwards so quickly that she couldn’t help herself any longer. The moan that ensued was so loud that everyone in the building heard it, and was followed by the sounds of fabric ripping apart and wet splattering on a hard surface, when both of her teats erupted with jets of warm, thick milk that only seemed to grow more powerful as time went on!

Everything turned into a haze, Ruth losing control of her body at around the same time as her tits grew too heavy for the table and she went crashing onto the ground. Every heartbeat made them larger, every second made them fuller, and all she could do was loudly beg for more, more, always more, until all that the snake could see was her own supple breastflesh, throbbing gently with its insane productivity. The creaking began soon after, the groaning after that, and the splashing of fluids continued in earnest as her milkiness skyrocketed to never before seen levels. All her coworkers could do was shout for everyone else to evacuate the building or call for help, while all of them nonetheless converged onto Ruth, eager to get a closer look at the spectacle in front of them.

But Ruth didn’t care.

This was what she wanted.