Post 179: First Contact, via Gianna

Wow, I thought to myself proudly, these gynormous things obviously work great. I had been able to keep him on chat for nearly an hour, much longer than I thought I would. I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised; I’d seen his profile and the man is a boob-monkey through-and-through.

Our meeting more or less over,  I finished up with some niceties. I told him I was thinking about getting a new puppy, or maybe a kitten. I smiled a lot. I asked how he’d been managing, having heard of course that he was in the middle of a divorce - from one of our new attorneys, no less haha. Good luck with that one, buddy. Talking about it made him uncomfortable and I noticed that he skirted the issue as best he could, tried to change the topic by bringing conversation back again to me. Obviously thinking he was being clever and fishing for a little information, he asked about how I was handling working from home, what this retrovirus thing was.

I figured I’d have some fun with it.

“Ah, they’re not sure, really…” I told him, trying to act my nonchalant best but not able to hold back a smile, “but all I know is that I was a d-cup just six weeks ago...and then...”

Though he tried to hold his tongue, I think I actually heard his reaction: “urk.” Haha.

I’m sure the girls at the office wouldn’t want me talking about this with him, but I’d gotten the feeling over the last hour that he wasn’t going to say anything about any of this to anyone. Guys are funny that way, when it comes to their fetishes. And, besides, I’d been stuck in my house for almost five months, by myself. I was fucking bored.

“I mean, I’m not complaining, getting these massive boobs,” I continued, bringing the camera back up to my face, “especially with the way things are these days...guys like their big mommy milkers. But, still...I just keep growing and growing...”

Of course I wasn’t going to tell him that this was being done to me on purpose. Funny, how I’d been on the product for months, at home, getting smarter. But then, as soon as I was assigned to this project, told I’d have to be videochatting with him - BOOM - the cup sizes just started coming.

“O-o-oh, uh, wow,” he stammered, obviously trying to put his eyes - which had just bugged out like something from Looney Tunes - back in his head, “I’m sure it’ll, uh, slow down, e-e-eventually…”

“Hm I dunno,” I replied, skeptically, “but, you’re a doctor, Take a look-“

That time it was a double “urk”.

“Does this look like ‘it’s slowing down’?”

I honestly think I would have been able to keep him on camera all night, kept him locked on my knockers, if we hadn’t been interrupted...

“Knock-knock!” I heard through the audio, “Where’s my favorite patient? Time for your mediciiine…” I pulled my shirt back together. That was obviously our new asset - Vida, Vida Mendes, Agent Four at Far Horizons - come to his office, bringing him his next dose of the Braden accelerant. Or, as he thought, his vitamins lololol. I’d been told he was scheduled for it today.

Suddenly he was apologetic, nervous and shifty. He said quick goodbyes as Vida was coming into the room. I told him I’d talk to him soon and waved goodbye.

The blown kiss was maybe a bit too much, but whatever. I closed up my laptop, sat back in my chair and laughed, thinking: This guy will do absolutely anything we want.

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Thanks again to friend-of-the-basic Antares for his video-editing prowess.