[Story] Fio: January

Fio: January

          Ah yes, Fio. Where do I even begin? The basics, I suppose. She was 23 years old and sported a freshly obtained bachelor’s degree in business finance and an even fresher job at an accounting firm. Born of a family with no financial troubles, no major emotional turmoil, and a fulfilling childhood she had every reason to succeed and live a happy, stable life.

          Standing 5’10” (178cm for all of you metric folk), with fair skin, toned muscles, shimmering green eyes, and luscious black hair - she had a physical presence that turned eyes upon her everywhere she went. For the hearts that did not trust their master’s eyes, her soft-spoken voice and confident demeanor did sway. C-cup breasts, a thin waist, and womanly hips naturally caused other things to sway.

          One of those people, among hushed whispers they would say, that seemed so well-equipped to handle life that it seemed unfair. Fio was an anomaly of a person, someone they ought to hate and envy, yet they could not help but like. Unfair! The office women clamored in the backroom and between cubicles, torn between love and hate, that such a girl as Fio would and could exist.

          Her existence already seemed so improbable to her peers, that it brought them to pure disbelief when the changes started happening. It started in January, three months after Fio had begun her new work. She had been promoted to the secretary for one of the head honchos at the accounting firm. Her meteoric rise in position was lauded, but it was her meteoric rise in bust line that attracted intense scrutiny.

          Fio’s breasts jumped from a C-cup to an F-cup in only a week. A cause for imminent alarm, but doctors said nothing seemed wrong in terms of health. That it was due to diet and genetics. A doctor’s note cleared her of suspicion of cosmetic surgery, then the next week it had gone to a G-cup. Fio was coming to work each day with breasts the size of variously large fruit, always larger than the previous day. The sizes having come about in such a short time that her clothing could not keep up and threatened to burst. Still, she kept an air of professionalism about her - and talks of her bosom were kept in hushed low tones.

          By the end of January, Fio was being let go, as she was causing too much of a workplace disturbance. Rightfully so! Her bosom had never stopped growing, and with the close of the month, her breasts were the size of ripe watermelons. Later that night, she saw to her shock her breasts already overflowing her brand new bra.