Do Not Disturb (Patreon)

"Did you not read the sign on the door loser!? I'm quite busy working on this project and you're ruining my focus!"

Ever since she took on her new career, Brielle has been getting steadily overwhelmed with the steadily growing workload. The stress has taken a toll on not only her mental health, but for her physical as well. As a result, her hormones have been kicked into high gear, releasing a steady, yet potent amount of estrogen in order to help relieve her stress levels. Unfortunately, the stress continues to pile on as does her workload.

No matter what she does to avoid contact with her co-workers, there is one person in particular that has taken a liking to her....

Her OWN boss.

Today, her stress hit a new level, with a project she's been tasked with completing for next week's presentation to the board of directors. As usual, she has sent out emails and placed warning signs on her door to hopefully deter the distractions, keeping her thirst co-workers at bay due to the strict deadline she needs to meet beforehand. Unfortunately for her, her boss doesn't know what "Do Not Disturb" means...

"HOLY SHIT! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?" Brielle yells, looking up at her boss. "I've got to get this done and you disturbing my peace has made it EXTREMELY difficult to keep up with this!"

Her boss smiles, placing a drink on her desk.

"Get the hell out before I clock you in the head again!" She fires back once more, sharing a deadly frown below.

Her boss walks out, closing the door as he smiles back at her before the door latches in place.

"DAMMIT!" She says, relaxing as her buttons pop open, revealing her large chest within. "I really need a vacation. My breasts are getting so damn big it's getting difficult to keep up with all these tasks at hand."

Brielle's body has been growing large, due to inbalance of estrogen levels in her body. Normally, someone's hormone's would add a few extra pounds of fat when dealing with stress, but this is someone who has the same genetics from a mother who stands nearly 7 feet tall after all, weighing in at nearly 400 pounds. They say you take what your mom gave you, and already, Brielle's starting to take what her mother gave her.

"Just stay focused. After work today, I'm going to go take a spa day and worry about work tomorrow..." She says, breathing out slowly.

*DOOR OPENS AGAIN*

"Hey B? I got that report you requiested!" A man says, holding up a binder in his hand.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DISTURBING ME YOU MORON!?" Brielle yells out in an angry tone!

"Oh sorry! The sign wasn't on the door so I assumed you were good..." He says, placing the binder on to the side. "I'll just leave this here and move on!"

The door closes.

"That little MORON!" Brielle thinks to herself. "It's like he KNOWS that this stress is causing me to grow and is doing EVERYTHING he can to keep me in this state—"

*BUTTONS POP*

Suddenly, two buttons tear off Brielle's shirt, smacking the wall and ceiling above. Looking down, Brielle notices her breasts grew slightly, stretching her shirt out to their limits which caused the buttons to burst out from below. She grabs her chest, hoping that more buttons don't pop out. She feels her bra falling below her nipples, which are now poking through her shirt. The sensitive organ rubbing against the fabric, causing Brielle to shiver and sweat slightly.

"Yep. That's it for today. I'm going home NOW!" She says, grabbing her belongings before rushing out the door...