Growing into the Job, Post 445: Gala, p3

“Yeah we call her our queen bee. All our monthly cycles have already changed to match up with hers,” I overheard Katie explaining to Abby, as the small group of us started to drift into the crowd of the big gala event. I was insulated from the throngs by the three big, female bodies of Katie, Abby and Randi. Abby had questions about her friend, Melissa, interested in what had been happening in the office over these past few months. Katie was being forthcoming as Randi waved to someone across the room. “Our bodies have been becoming more, like, feminine,” I heard, “but we’re also becoming more confident, speaking up for ourselves...”

“If you call being able to lift cars or grow knives from your fingers ‘speaking up’,” Randi added casually. 

I found myself only half able to  pay attention, as  I  tried to get a look at the crowd past the curvy hips and bare arms of my companions. My staff, for sure, was here - I’d seen Shanette with her boyfriend Scottie, Katarina and Mallory nearly bursting out of their dresses (Katarina from the top, Mallory from the bottom), and Bianca, Sammie and Emily making friends with the bartender of one of the two small bars set up on the party’s edges. Also bursting from their dresses were Bobbi and Brittni, who cooed their ‘hello’s’ to me in unison as we passed…

...

…and made me do a double take. A glance down and suddenly my vision was swimming as their chests - what the? What in the name of..?

Their breasts were enormous!! What had happened to them?!?

As we walked past them - Katie and Randi blithely saying hi, and strangely not even mentioning the pair’s otherworldly proportions - Bobbi and Brittni giggled Frankly, I was awestruck. I couldn’t believe my eyes, what I’d just seen. I was ushered past the two and deeper into the party, though I couldn’t help but  crane my neck over my shoulder for another look as Randi pushed me forward. Clearly whatever I saw must have been a product of my overactive imagination because their chests, while big and busty like the rest of my staff, was nowhere near the size of the zeppelins I had just hallucinated. The front desk duo continued to giggle at me and my confusion.. Brittni waved goodbye. Bobbi blew me a kiss. 

I shook my head, stumbling over my own feet as I tried to clear it. 

“You okay, big guy?” Randi asked.  

“Y-yeah.” 

Nope. Not okay. I needed a drink though I felt somehow like I’d already had one. This is going to be a weird night. 

Anyway, not everyone in the crowd was my old staff, overgrown or not. We were maybe a third of the hundred-and-fifty or so attendees. A few of the girls had brought dates, and there were a couple guys - cameramen, mostly - supporting the news team, but the majority of the crowd was female. Aside from my girls, there were the fifty new employees that would apparently be living here, upstairs. I’d been told they would be starting work on Monday - all women. There were also dignitaries, business leaders, reporters - also mostly female, again some with dates. They had all begun to intermingle - old staff, new staff, outsiders - everyone apparently getting to know one another. 

“Wow look at your boobs!” “Nice jugs!” “I love your knockers!” - many of the conversations I was overhearing had a pretty similar theme. I’ve been a guy, all my life, with an unhealthy obsession for all things busty, a fixation that in fact had recently become all but crippling. While I wasn’t looking it seemed the rest of the world had been catching up, becoming more boob-infatuated. This self-congratulatory crowd sounded to be no exception. There were other comments as well, many laudatory praises of one another’s appearances and figures in other ways. Nearly all the Far Horizons girls, new and old, were tall and strong, busty and beautiful. It was frankly unbelievable, the proportions this crowd possessed. And Melissa hadn’t even shown yet. 

“Omigod Katie I love your dress!!!” squealed Shanette, the tall, chocolate-skinned woman who’d just burst from the crowd, giving quick hugs and similar greetings to Randi and Abby. She had her mousy boyfriend, Scottie, in tow and wore a long, cream-colored dress of thin silk, gathered at the waist by a built-in corset, embroidered and beaded, that embellished her eye-popping curves...

“Hi girls, hi girls,” he said. 

“It’s a Carrier dress, right?” Shanette gushed, continuing to extol Katie’s outfit. A number of the women here, in fact, were wearing this shared clothing fashion. “Why didn’t you wear a manikin?”

Katie laughed. “Omigod no, I thought that would be too much, for tonight,” she answered, fingers absentmindedly drifting down her chest, across the series of cut-out boob-windows that ran down to her abdomen. I flushed as I remembered that my own head, just a little while earlier in my apartment, had been trapped into one of those. 

“A manikin too much??” Shanette scoffed, referring to the small dolls designed to accompany the fashion, “No! This would totally be the place for it…”

“Yeah have you seen Nancy Nunez?” Josie asked, having just drifted in to sidle up to the group, easily finding her way into conversation. She was holding a large lollipop, a gemstone of pale blue.

“Who?” asked Shanette.

“The…Mayor-Elect, the incoming one, she just got elected,” Josie replied. Shanette nodded. “She’s got a manikin of Mayor Bobby in her dress tonight.”

“For real?” Katie laughed.

“That’s bold,” Randi agreed.

‘Mayor Bobby’ was the reductive name many had started to use for Mayor Robert Petruzello, even before he’d lost his re-election bid to Nunez. She was previously his Chief-of-Police appointee but now the Women's Party candidate who’d beaten him in the election. Sounded like his dignity and reputation had now been reduced even further, if Josie was to be believed, with a tiny replica of his lame-duck self now displayed in his former opponent's bodice.

“Yeah that’s the new thing,” Josie sidles up to group, “ever since ‘President-elect Martin-“

”Omigod I love her,” Shanette gushed.

”- was seen at the Movement fundraiser last week in a sleek black Chanel thing with a manikin of Knox-’”

“They make manikins of President Knox?!?” marveled Shanette.

Josie paused for a moment in frustration. ”-of Knox inside her dress,” she concluded, “That’s sort of becoming a thing. Incoming politicians starting to be seen with manikins of the men they beat in the elections. It’s-“

”Where can you get manikins of politicians?”

“Holy frap Shanette interrupting much?!?” Josie snapped, but then calmed herself down with a shake of her head, “But yeah you can get a manikin of anyone.”

”Hey Scottie,” Randi spoke up, nodding her head towards the quiet guy standing beside his taller, more impressively built date, “Should Shanette get a manikin made to look like you?”

Shanette turned her head, beamed down onto Scottie with an affectionate smile.

“That’d - heh heh - be r-really funny, really funny,” he stammered.

“He already spends a lot of time inside my shirt,” Shanette purred, running a hand possessively down his left arm, “Don’t you sweetie?”

“Ooo, there’s Olivia!” Katie suddenly exclaimed, pointing over the shoulders of Josie and Shanette out across the crowd. I strained to look but couldn’t see, my view blocked by the bodies of others. “She’s back from…where was she? Japan?”

“She looks…wow, great,” someone said.

“Yeah, vibrant…” agreed another.

“I heard she just…ate.”

“Speaking of eating,” Josie said, holding up the lollipop she’d appeared with and showing it to the group, “have you seen the platter of BOOMpops over there by the bar?”

“Ha really?”

“‘BOOMpops’?” I asked, recalling the night we’d all had at the smoothie place, and then ‘BOOMbar’, “Is that anything like ‘BOOMfood’?” 

The girls all looked down on me, the little man finally speaking up.

“Yeah they’re not available yet, they’re showing up in stores next month,” Josie said, sticking the thing into her mouth for a suck which buckled her cheeks, before <popping> it out, “I took the one called ‘Cloud Nine’...”

“What’s it do?”

“I dunno…” Josie replied, “I don’t feel anything yet.”

“Do they have any for guys?” I found myself asking. Most of their products, shakes or whatever, were infused with herbs and such nonsense, supplements for women. 

“Why, you want something like that smoothie you had after the movies?” Katie asked with a chuckle.

“The boner stuff?” Shanette asked.

“It nearly killed you, didn’t it?” Randi cut, with her typical snark.

“The BOOMpops they have here for guys are - yeah, green for boners and they said they also induce more submissiveness. They called them - lemme remember - ” Joise said, “Oh yeah: ‘Sucklers’.”

“Oooo Scottie baby we should get a few of those for you,” Shanette sang, petting her little boyfriend again and pulling his head into the swell of her big right boob, “we can play with them at home, me and my little suckler…”

“We should watch out,” Josie warned, as we were all probably picturing Shanette and Scottie and what they might be doing later, “I saw both Angie and Amelia take a red one. They called them ‘Fierce Fire’ 

“Speaking of watching out,” Randi suddenly announced, as she took a step back. The floor seemed like it was shaking. “Hold onto your butts, here comes BoomBoo-”

Before I could even half-turn to see where she was looking, I was <BLAM>...

‘MMMPPhh!!’

…assaulted by the soft, brown chest pillows of my overgrown medical assistant Lakshmi.

“Dr. JJJJJJJJJjjjjjjjjjjj…….!!!!” she squealed, hugging my head to her warm bosom, resplendent with her perfume and immediately making my world spin. “ I FOUND YOU!!”

“I found Kiki over at the bar,” came Marisela’s voice, who’d stole her way in behind Lakshmi, “she was making friends with her, what was it? Second, third-?”

“SIXTH!” she laughed, her bosomy bust bulging about my face, “My sixth-....”

“Lemme guess,” Josie drawled, “Your sixth Amaretto Sour.”

“YEP!”

“How’d I know…?”

By this point, my arms - which at first had shot out in shock - had now come to rest, my hands finding nowhere to purchase themselves save for Lakshmi’s behemoth of a behind. Through the silky material of her party dress, her mountainous rear was hugely soft and firm.

“I am getting so BIG and HEAVY the alcohol does not feel like anything to me..!” she laughed, bouncing a bit on her feet to jostle me.

“Sure…” Randi chuckled, “Just don’t smother him, Keeks.”

“What are you doing to that napkin Marisela?” someone asked.

“I’m just…I have to haha draw this it’s just too funny…”

“Omigosh Marisela haha you are too good!”

“That looks just like them!”

“Oh please. My breasts are not <hic!> nearly that big…”

“Even just on a napkin, what a good sketch!”

My knees were getting weak: lack of oxygen, Lakshmi’s perfume.

“Kiki you should take that home and frame it!”

“Nope I’m saving this,” Marisela said, tucking the napkin into her dress, “it’ll go into my idea folder for my comic book.”

“You are making a <hic!> <jiggle> <giggle!> comic book?”

“Yeah I dunno we’ll see…”

“We’re all superheroes in it,” Randi said, “Even you, BoomBoom.”

“YAYYY!”

“Hey what’s happening up there? Under Melis-…under the statue?” someone asked. 

“Looks like Nunez is talking to the cameras,” Randi answered. 

“Let’s go listen…” Josie suggested. 

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sketch on napkin image adapted from an original by @WayoMilfs on twitter/X; check out his stuff it's sweet. Thank you to RiF for edits.