Blog: Jo’s Rings (XIII)

I was out of the office yesterday, had to get to a dental appointment that ended up taking most of my day. I probably have to go back on Friday…

But this morning, I got there a little late. Jo was at our office, as usual, and talking to our boss. I nodded to both as I passed them to go sit at my desk. I started reading my email when I noticed one from Jo with a video attachment. My screen is facing a wall, so no one could see it. I made sure the volume was off and played the video. It was a selfie video from Jo who, through some clever cupping, was pushing up her cleavage into the webcam of her laptop. She had some small earbud headphones on and I can only assume she was listening to my voice. She certainly looked aroused enough, and the small tents on the tips of boobs swept any remaining doubt away. I looked over at her, but she and our boss were still engaged in conversation.

Obviously, her boobs weren’t huge, but seeing her push them up into a super-cleavage like that made me wish they were. I found myself imagining them growing one cup size, overflowing from her bra and stretching it to capacity. I imagined they filled her somewhat form-fitting blouse and caused little stretch holes between the buttons at chest level–little sexy holes I could see her bra through.

And then, I swear, it looked like that’s exactly what was happening. Her boobs started expanding. Slowly, but I noticed it. She shifted around on her seat and I could tell she was curving her shoulders a little to hide the inflation she was feeling. Her cheeks turned pink and she looked away at her computer, brushing her hair to hide her embarrassment. She mumbled some excuse that an important email had just come in and she needed to take care of it, and our boss left us alone.

I looked at her. “Are your… you know… are they… getting bigger?”

She nodded quickly and bit her lips. “Yeah… But that’s impossible! That’s crazy! How can that happen?”

She looked around wildly and cupped her breasts as if to stop them from expanding that way. Her arousal was through the roof and I kept imagining her boobs getting bigger still. My gaze must have betrayed my interest and she snapped at me.

“Stop it! If you’re doing this, just stop! I’m going to get in trouble!”

I smiled. “For having super-sized boobs? I don’t think so…”

My voice was still having an effect on her and she whimpered. I kept talking for a little bit, relishing in the sight of this sexy buxom woman rubbing her body and twisting in her chair, then stopped–both the talking and the focus on her growing breasts. It took a few minutes, but everything returned to normal. Her arousal lingered on for a good while later, though, as if she had enjoyed it and wanted it to happen again.

In other news: in a few hours, I’m meeting with Karine to deliver a check for my condo…

Oooh, the possibilities…

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”