As Ashley walked through the door, she thought back on the strange events of the day.
That bitch, Clare, had started her day off poorly. Clare, the assistant to the CEO, had only gotten her role for her looks. At least, that was the word around the office.
In fact, that seemed to be how most of the office assistant pool had come by their jobs. Every woman there ranged from cute to gorgeous and seemed to dress to show it off. Half of them could barely type, so Ashley was fairly certain that skills hadn’t earned them their jobs. That left the temps, like her, to shoulder the workload.
A couple of days ago, in a fit of envy, she had wished that she had some of Clare’s height. The funny part was, the next morning, she had woken up a couple of inches taller. Luckily, her father hadn’t seemed to notice. Eighteen year old girls didn’t typically have sudden growth spurts of that magnitude as puberty wound down. Maybe her growth wasn’t over after all! Maybe she was one of the rare girls that continued to grow into her twenties. She hoped it were true. She had always wanted to be a proper knockout like her mother, but it had never seemed meant to be.
Yesterday, Ashley had watched Alexandra strut around the office, her full DDs leading the way, drawing the attention of every man in the room as she strode confidently by. Ashley had wished that she could command that kind of attention, secretly envious of Alexandra’s assets.
The funniest thing had happened this morning. When she woke up, her breasts were larger. Not much, but a bit. Enough to make her bra really tight. Through the day, it had felt tighter and tighter, until she finally succumbed and removed it, stuffing it into her bag. She had to be a full B cup now. She’d go shopping this weekend to pick up a new bra.
***
Eric rose from the couch to welcome Ashely home. As he approached, he noticed that her tight skirt showed off several inches of her thigh. Her nipples poked out through the fabric of her blouse as well, making it clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Was her chest bigger, he wondered. Shaking off the thought, his visage grew stern.
“Ash, what are you doing? You should be going to work dressing like that! What are you thinking?” he demanded.
“Sorry, dad! I can’t help it. I’m going through a growth spurt, my legs are getting longer, so my skirts are looking shorter. I outgrew by bra today too! If you gave me a few bucks, I could get some new clothes…” she trailed off, looking hopeful.
“Oh, alright. That’s a heck of a way to con me into giving you some shopping money.” Eric said. “What about the money your earning from your job?”
“That’s for school and books… and stuff,” said Ashley, pleased that her quick thinking had resulted in a father-funded shopping spree.
***
Drifting off to sleep, Ashley thought about her encounter with Clare again. When Clare’s face had been an inch from hers while chewing Ashley out for the single typo on the Phillips brief, she wished that her face was twice as beautiful as Clare’s. Since her skills never seemed to shut Clare up, maybe that would put her in her place.
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