Bimboost (Ch. 3)

Her eyes shot open and her lips quivered. She whined again, knowing playtime was almost certainly over. Her body was still yearning for her attention. Her nipples were urging her for more. She rolled over and checked her phone, already trying to think up a better explanation for being late to work other than "my boobs are making me uncontrollably horny." 

“Tiffany?” she sighed in relief at the notification. At least it wasn’t her boss.

It was her best friend, Tiffany. They had met in college while they were in the same sorority, but the two could not have been any more different. Where Eve was a tall, blonde tomboy,  Tiffany was the very embodiment of girl-next-door cuteness. She had long, caramel-coloured hair and big, green, doe-like eyes. She was quite a bit shorter than Eve, though much more curvaceous. She had the kind of boobs that all of her friends, Eve included, were envious of. They were big, but not too big, incredibly perky, and perfectly round. And, somehow, even they paled in comparison to her butt. She was a real-life dream girl.

And her aura was incredible. A self-proclaimed "crystal girlie" and vibe connoisseur, Tiffany was always so happy, and bubbly, and fun. Eve couldn't remember the last time she saw her friend in a bad mood. She was just such a free spirit. She never took anything too seriously, aside from her horoscope. And yeah, she was a bit ditzy sometimes, but she more than made up for it with how caring and genuine she was. Tiffany was one of the sweetest people that Eve had ever met. So it was all just part of her charm. 

"OHMYGOD! Eve! Are you up? Please tell me you're up!" her text read.

Eve chuckled. Tiffany's energy really was infectious, "Yeah, getting ready for work. What's up?"

"Okay so you know that studio I put an offer on last week ago?" Tiffany beamed over the phone.

"Did you get it?"

"YES!!! I am SOOOO happy right now!"

Eve squealed. "Oh, that's amazing! Congratulations!"

"Thanks, babes!!! I just feel like I'm entering a new era of my life, y'know? Like I'm totally blossoming into a total girlboss! Oh! You have to come out and celebrate with me tonight!"

"Oh, Tiff... I'd love to. But work has really been riding me lately. I have this new client that's so high maintenance. I'm not sure I can make it out tonight."

"Oh..." Eve could hear the disappointment in those tiny little dots, "that's okay..."

Eve sighed and shook her head. She couldn't do that to Tiffany. She'd find a way to make it work. "Wait, you know what? I'll be there! It's your big day!"

"For real???" Tiffany's energy immediately rose back up. "Awwww bestieeeee! You're the best!"

Eve started to reply, but Tiffany sent about a hundred kissy emojis before Eve could even hit send.

"See you later, Tiff," she giggled and put her phone down.

Eve smiled. Tiffany's big news had been a welcome distraction, She was able to get herself dressed and actually get ready for work. Her boobs were still sensitive, and still begging for her attention, but she had something to focus on and push the horniness to the side for now. Her body felt like it was finally starting to calm down. She just needed to get to work and get through her day. And having something to look forward to wasn’t going to hurt either. She was so happy for her friend and wanted to be there for her, and maybe the night out would be just what she needed to clear her head and sort herself out after this whole Bimboost thing. Eve had been feeling a little frustrated lately, so a nice drink with her friends might help her unwind. 

For the first time this morning, Eve felt satisfied. She had a plan now, and everything was under control. She quickly made her way through the rest of her morning routine, and was headed into the city.

*****

As she walked up to her office, Eve was beginning to notice that people were looking at her. Not in a rude or inappropriate way, but polite and casual. Normally, in the city, everyone is usually so preoccupied with their own day to acknowledge anyone else. But today, Eve noticed that she was getting smiles from people around her. There were even a few people that gave a quick “hello” in passing. A part of her brain wanted to say that this was unusual behaviour, but she checked her thoughts quickly. People being nice wasn’t weird. In the back of her mind, she could practically hear Tiffany saying she shouldn’t be so cynical. 

She got to the building and was greeted by the almost-too-enthusiastic blonde receptionist at the front desk.

“Good morning, Miss Morgan!” she said, waving and giving her a big smile. “You look great today!”

The comment caught Eve off guard. She had literally rushed out the door after this morning’s “distraction” and put almost no effort into her appearance. Maybe something was going on. It was starting to make her a little self-conscious. 

“Oh... thanks, Natalie,” Eve said with a nervous smile. 

The rest of her day passed by in a blur. And, as Eve was happy to note a few times throughout the day, it had felt like just another day at the office. She sat in on a meeting for another client, and answered a few emails. Went on a coffee run because her boss was about to have a meltdown. More emails. Booked a meeting. Started on some paperwork. Another coffee run.

No wandering thoughts. No urges. Nothing weird. Just a normal day.

Eve was finishing up some work on a presentation when her co-worker, Samantha, swung by her desk.

"Heya," Samantha said, as she sat on the corner of Eve’s desk, "so, what's going on with you?"

"Um... nothing?" Eve replied, confused. Samantha was the office gossip, and her question immediately brought back those self-conscious feelings. "Why? What's up with you?"

"Oh, not too much! I was just about to head out when I saw you."

"Gotcha," Eve nodded.

"Nice shirt, by the way," Samantha complimented, "Is it new?"

Eve wasn't sure how to feel. She'd worn this blouse a hundred times, and Samantha had never commented on it before. Clearly this was why Samantha stopped by her desk. But Eve didn’t understand why.

"Well, no. Not really."

"You sure?" Samantha pressed. "I just don't remember seeing it on you before. Your tits look amazing in it."

"Samantha!" Eve exclaimed, shocked. She looked down and covered her chest from her co-workers view. A familiar warmth began to build inside her breasts. "That is NOT appropriate for work! You can't just go around talking about people's breasts like that. Even if they're your friend!"

"Whoa, okay! Sorry!" Samantha threw her arms up defensively. "Gosh, I didn't realize you were so sensitive about it. I'm just saying, they look really good today! I was trying to give you a compliment, Eve. Jeez."

Eve took a deep breath. Maybe Samantha wasn't being malicious. And maybe Eve had been a little too hard on her. It's not like it was totally undeserved though. You can’t just ask another girl about her body like that! Especially not a co-worker! It just wasn't professional. Still… Eve couldn’t help but feel like maybe she overreacted.

“Sorry, Samantha. You just caught me off guard,” Eve tried to soften the blow. “Thank you for the compliment. But it really isn’t a new shirt or anything. Maybe it’s that time of the month or something.” 

Samantha’s smile returned, “Oh, girl, I totally get that. My boobs get out of control when I’m on my period. And sensitive!” 

Eve looked at her co-worker and, suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head. Maybe Samantha was right and it was just her period making her boobs, and the rest of her body, so sensitive lately. That made way more sense than a stupid little pill making her crazy horny.

“I totally know what you mean,” Eve nodded. “I really want to finish up this presentation before I head out today though. Nightmare client. You know how it is. But thanks for saying hi.”

“You work too hard,” Samantha said, tucking her golden brown hair behind her ear as she stood up. “But try not to be here all night? It’s like that saying, ‘all work and no play makes Eve a dull girl.’” 

Eve forced a smile, “Totally. I’ll be out of here in 20, maybe 30 minutes tops. I’m meeting up with some friends later so I need to go home and change.”

“Oh good!” Samantha clapped her hands. “You could use some fun. I’ll have to remember to swing by tomorrow so I can hear all about it! Have a good night!”

The rest of her shift did not go as smoothly as Eve would have liked. Ever since Samantha had made that comment about her breasts, they seemed to want even more attention. And it was beginning to become a distraction. The work that should have taken Eve maybe 20 minutes ended up taking over an hour. Satisfied that the presentation was good enough, she closed her laptop and left for the day. She needed to get home and change before meeting up with Tiffany.

As she drove home, Eve found herself thinking of all the smiles, the hellos, the compliments from Natalie and Samantha. Was Samantha right? Did her boobs really look so “amazing” that people were being nice to her? It didn’t make sense; her bra wasn’t even a push-up! And they weren’t any bigger this morning, despite the Bimboost. And she had worn this blouse a bunch and never got compliments. So why now? What made today so different? Her mind kept going back to one thing; those stupid pink pills. 

“You took one, Eve,” she reminded herself as she drove. “One. There’s no way it changed anything that quickly. We went over this already. You really gotta get it together.” 

*****

Eve got home, and dropped her purse at the door with her jacket. As she walked past her living room, she saw the pink and gold bottle on the table. She rolled her eyes and scoffed, and made her way to her bedroom. She pulled her blouse over her head and unhooked her bra, taking a moment to enjoy being braless before throwing them both in the hamper. Her nipples immediately stiffened as the air hit them. They were tingling with a need that Eve was trying her best to ignore.

She turned to face the mirror, and couldn't believe what she saw. Her bra had left an imprint on her breasts. It was like her straps had been digging into her... and the cups, for that matter. But that didn't make sense. The plain grey bra was her comfort bra, and one she kept even though most girls would have probably replaced it years ago.

"Maybe the straps got messed up in the wash?" she reasoned.

But that was not the only thing Eve noticed. She didn't quite know how to explain it, but Samantha was right; her boobs looked amazing! They didn't exactly seem bigger, per se, but they definitely looked nicer. Maybe a little rounder? Could the Bimboost really have done that in just one day?

Her boobs, for their part, seemed to be enjoying the attention as she touched and examined them. She caught herself biting her lip, and she let out a frustrated growl. Except the growl came out like a desperate purr. Eve could feel the need building up in her again.

"No. No, no, no, no, no," she scolded herself. She was not doing this right now. It didn't matter how badly her body was begging her to give in. It didn’t matter that she didn't need to meet up with Tiffany for a couple hours. She wasn’t letting these feelings control her. As badly as she wanted to indulge her desires just a little, she also knew what might happen if she went down that road. 

“Food,” Eve resolved to focus her energy elsewhere. "You need to eat. Especially if you’re going to be drinking. And, with Tiff, you will be drinking."

Then something occurred to her. 

Tiffany. Her bestie was a health fanatic. Few people knew more about health supplements and trendy diets than she did. So, Eve hoped, maybe she would know something about Bimboost! She ran back into the living room and picked up the bottle. If anyone could make sense of this stuff, it was Tiffany! 

Eve threw the bottle in her purse and got herself ready with a renewed energy. Maybe now, she’d finally figure out what the heck was going on with her.