For a time Ms Halloway was left blinking in dull shock, her eyes nearly crossed looking towards her forehead where she'd been struck.
A peal of nervous laughter shrieked from Erin: "Hahahah!" A hand raced to cover her mouth from the outburst, then suddenly changed course to instead cover her now-exposed cleavage "Sorry! Oh my God, I'm so sorry! This has never happened to me before! I don't have - I'm not normally -"
Erin stopped. What was she going to say? Sorry, my tits seemed to have doubled in size today? Ms Halloway probably already thought she was nuts.
But the older woman smiled, and placed a hand on Erin's shoulder, "Oh, hey, honey, don't worry about it," she said, giving Erin's shoulder a gentle squeeze in the process, "Happens to the best of us, if not always so dramatically."
Erin looked up to see Ms Halloway's eyes focused intently on her. She feared pity, but - no, that wasn't quite it. Sympathy? Camaraderie?
Erin's gaze darted, for the briefest instant, to Ms Halloway's own considerable bust, still much larger than Erin's own, and realisation dawned.
"We're all done here, so you can relax, now. There's a bathroom just down the hall, on your left. Take your time, see if you can get this sorted, and we'll contact you, OK? And don't worry; I'm not going to hold it against you. Next time I see you, I'll have to send you some links to some stores."
"Hahahah, yup, totally!" that same hysterical squawk that made Erin wince, but she couldn't focus with so many thoughts and feelings bursting through her, "I will! Thank you! For the opportunity! Nice meeting you! ... Bye!"
And with that, Erin turned and fled, her new breasts bounced eagerly along with her sudden movement, an altogether alien sensation that sent new shockwaves of strange, tingling warmth with each motion.
*
The bathroom was, mercifully, empty. Erin rushed to the sink, through a shock of cold water in her face, and then looked up at her reflection in shock.
Cleavage. She was looking down a line of undeniable, honest-to-God cleavage from two decent handfuls of boob-flesh being unfairly squeezed together by the torn remnants of her shirt and bra.
"What." Erin asked her reflection, her hands racing to undo her blouses other buttons - then stopping as she looked at the door into this public bathroom.
She slammed the cubicle door shut so hard it bounced before she could lock it, then with fumbling fingers felt increasing relief as she slipped off each button. Unfastening the very over-strained bra was a struggle: but when her restrained boobs burst free the feeling of relief was wonderful.
She looked down, open-mouthed, at two decent handfuls of perky tits, sitting high and proud and teardrop-shaped on her chest. They were, if she was looking at things objectively, not really all that big - she had friends who were bustier - but on her rail-thin frame, and compared to what she knew, they seemed huge. After-shocks of
"What..." Erin repeated to herself in a whisper.
"The..." She raised her hands carefully, half-thinking that this could be some illusion that would vanish to her touch, and gently groped herself.
Erin's eyes shot open, her head threw itself back, her back arced, her thighs squeezed together tight.
"Ohh, fuuuck!"
Once she started, there was no stopping. These new boobs had been demanding attention all day, and after being denied so long, it was like a dam had broken. Erin squeezed, she caressed, she rubbed and pulled at her nipples: it all felt exquisitely, impossibly good.
"Hmmmmoooooo, yess" Erin moaned, sliding low and nearly to the floor, a dopey smile plastered on her face, as all of her tension from the interview flashed through her and released in one exquisite moment. Her muscles all tensed, her mind vanished for a moment into stars, and for an instant every stress and worry melted into bliss.
For a moment, she was entirely content. Then the reality of her situation started to crash back into her.
"What?!" Erin said, again, jumping to her feet and feeling her new boobs bounce merrily against new chest as she did, "What did I - did I just -"
She cupped her tits, feeling a few errant sparks, but nothing like the heights of strange pleasure she'd just passed through.
"Holy cow," Erin breathed, "I'm really cursed!"
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