As Joan went back to work, she could hardly wait to show off her newly expanded bosom to her co-workers, particularly that clique of bitches that treated her like dirt because she had been the most flat chested woman there. Her manager was the worst. A larger chested woman herself, Evelyn Smith surrounded herself with women who not only had larger bustlines, but showing open favoritism towards them with office benefits and promotions. Now that her own titanic tits dwarfed thier own measly DD's, Joan couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces. She had deliberately chosen an outfit that left her breasts almost completely bare for that express purpose.
Joan had a meeting that morning. As she walked in the door, she immediately drew the attention of the other women. They openly stared at her massive tits, jealousy and confusion written all over their expressions. Even the nicer women were openly jealous. The crueller ones had resentment and hatred alongside jealousy. Where did she git such nice tits? they thought. I'm better than her*, why don't I have breasts that size?*
Joan took off her coat and massaged her breasts. "Good morning ladies," she said. "What's on the agenda today?"
