Kathy yawned and stretched as she moved another file from the mountain high "in stack on one side of her desk to the pitifully small "out" pile on the other. She glanced at her watched and groaned when she saw that it was past 11:30 pm. Working this late would really have bothered her if she weren't getting all the overtime pay. When she had taken the position of assistant secretary to Norman Doyal, the most successful lawyer in the city, she knew her job would be difficult, but not like this. Mr. Doyal was an incredible lawyer, but his lack of organizational skills made paperwork horrendous. To make matters worse, while she was one of three secretaries on staff, she was the only one who could not work in the "organized chaos" philosophy of the office. She had been working two weeks and was only a third of the way through getting the filing system into something manageable. Picking up another file she sighed as she saw that not only had it not been filled out, but it needed to be signed in triplicate.
"I really have to stop working these late hours," she mumbled as she rose and crossed the room to the copying machine. The lack of sleep was bad enough, but the fact her social life had taken a serious nose dive had hurt worse. "Yeah, what social life?" she though with a chuckle. Kathy was not an ugly girl, in fact nothing was farther from the truth. She was tall and lean, with legs that went up to her throat, long blonde hair and deep royal blue eyes. A strict regiment of good diet and exercise made sure that her lithe body was all muscle. However, her body lacked curves that Kathy knew attracted most men. Her bust was barely an A-cup and if not for the subtle flair of her hips her body was virtually a straight line. Her school careers were marked with such nicknames as "Giraffe" and "Beanpole." Even her friend at the office, Annie, had affectionately named her "Stretch." Kathy sighed as she opened the copier lid and placed the file in.
"Oh well, she thought as she adjusted her black rimmed glasses. "Could be worse. I could have buck teeth." She hit the print enlarge button to make the print a little more readable and then pressed copy. The machine warmed up and began to whirr as Kathy leaned against it and rubbed her neck. She was definitely going to have to stop working these late hours. For a moment she toyed with the idea of leaving, then her gaze fell to the stack on her desk. She couldn't just leave that there.
"I must be a glutton for punishment," she said with a laugh. Then she noticed something. The machine had stopped. She turned to get the copies but they weren't there. She lifted the lid and scowled. "Oh great, no again." She banged it once with her fist, but it did not respond. Mr Doyal, may have been a successful lawyer, but he preferred spending his money on fancy sports cars than new office equipment. The copy machine was almost fifteen years old, an antique that was outdated, troublesome and slow. Some people in the office joked that the thing was possessed it broke down so many times. Kathy leaned over it, reaching for the screwdriver the office staff used to pry off the paper door, but as she did her elbow it the copy button. Kathy yelped as the machine suddenly sprang to life and the light bar slid past. She stood, waited for it stop, and checked the paper feed, hoping it was working again. But no copy came out.
"Shit," she growled, momentarily playing with the idea of using a sledgehammer to fix the machine. She leaned toward the paper door when suddenly she noticed that her chest felt warm, hot even. She glanced down and gasped. Her chest was growing! Kathy's usual nubs had started to swell, poking out against her blouse. She shook her head once, thinking she was hallucinating and looked down. They were still growing. She felt her bra grow snug, then tight, then finally pop as it tried to hold a bust size larger than it was supposed to. Her breasts swelled and filled out form her normally modest A-cups to a perky C. Kathy was stunned to say the least.
I must really be tired," she thought in amazement and gently squeezed them, trying to see if they were real. She gasped as she felt warm, sort flesh rolling under her fingers. The were real! But how had it happened? She looked at the copying machine. She had set the print enlarge to x2 and somehow it had made her breasts grow two cup sizes. That couldn't be it, could it? She decided to try and experiment. Laying her new assets on the copier she hit the button. The light bar slid past and again no paper came out. She felt the warmth move through her breasts again and her eyes widened. Her chest began to swell again, inflating like a pair of balloons. They moved out of the C-cup and through the D in a matter of seconds. Her blouse grew snug, the stretched and finally sent a buttons flying as she filled out to a very full 44DD. Kathy was ectatic as she watched her bosom grow to the size of two large melons. She had always felt a little cheated with her slender figure, but now all that had changed. She cupped her now massive mammories in her hands and squeezed. Despite being taunt and perky to the point of defying gravity they were soft and fleshy. Wait until the guys get a load of these! she thought, then stopped. The wheels of her mind started to turn. If the copier could make parts of her body bigger, why stop at her chest?
Kathy hopped up and seated herself on the copier. She adjusted the print enlarger to x4, pushed the button and held her breath. The light bar slid by again and again, no paper came out. Then she felt the warmth move through her body and pressure build in her backside. She hopped down from the copier and looked down at her self. Her ass started to pump up, curving out under her skirt. Her hips underwent a similar swelling, adding a full four inches to them. Her skirt stretched and groaned, then finally split along the right seem. Kathy tired to get a good look at the new figure that was bursting out of her clothes but was blocked by a yard of cleavage. She went to the ladies room (a task that took a little longer than usual considering her new form and center of gravity) and was shocked by what she saw in the mirror. Instead of the usual twiggy form she was used to she saw that her body now sported a voluptuous hourglass figure with full hips, a narrow waist and a magnificent bust. She was also happy to see she had added virtually no inches to her waist and stomach and that her new curves didn't make her look fat, but full-figure. She smiled and winked at herself. She finally had the body she always wanted.
Kathy headed back into the office, putting a little bit of a wiggle into her hips as she walked. Ok, funtime was over, back to work. She put the file back on the copier and adjusted it to do 20 copies at x2 print. She wondered what the other people would say when she came in tomorrow looking like Betty Page, but shrugged the thought off. It didn't matter. In fact it might be fun to see if she could use these new curves to get a raise out of Norman, both physically and financially. She laughed and hit the copy button, but was instantly hit by wave off dizziness then nearly sent her to the floor. She shook her head to clear it and as it passed she was suddenly aware of a faint hissing sound. What was that? she thought. Then she found out.
The pressure in her hips and butt increased as they started to fill out more. Her already huge breasts also began to swell up to the size of basketballs with no signs of slowing. In a matter of moments her body went curvaceous to ridiculous. Kathy looked at the copier in a panic. It was now glowing with a red light and no paper was coming out. It was still effecting her! 20 copies times 2, she was going to inflate 40 times! Kathy struggled to reach the machine, but her now beanbag sized breasts blocked her view. Her hips and ass reached an equal girth, making it difficult to walk. Somehow she made it to the machine and tried to yank the lid up. But it wouldn't budge. She hit all the buttons, trying to jam it but it would not stop. Kathy's body grew bigger and bigger. Her legs were forced apart as they swelled and her breasts cover her face. The machine started laugh as she finally fell over thanks to the added bulk. In a panic Kathy strained to reach the power cord. She could feel her skin growing tight in places. If this didn't stop soon she was going to burst. The cord was only a inch away, but she couldn't reach it. She was too big. She pumped up like a balloon, growing taunt, then tight. Her skin quivered with the pressure. Still she swelled, bigger and bigger until finally...
"KATHY!" the voice said. Kathy's head jerked up with a start
"Huh, wha...?" she mumbled as she looked around. She was sitting at her desk nearly buried in an avalanche of paper. Her eyes flew from the desk to her body. A wave of relief washed over her when she saw she was back to normal. Annie laughed.
"Did you spend the night here?" she asked. Kathy stood and was instantly aware of the crick in her back.
"I guess so" she said with relief. "Yeah, it must have all been a dream."
"What was?" Annie asked.
"Never mind," Kathy said with a yawn. "Just a bad dream."
"Ok. Tell you what, Stretch. Why don't you go home. I'll cover for you today."
"Thanks, Ann." she said with relief and glad to hear her nickname again. She picked up her coat and headed for the door, passing the copier on the way. What dream. She was going to have to stop working so late. As she shut the door to the office, she could have sworn she heard the machine chuckle. She tried to put the thought out of her head, but it was then she heard the machine go on and a failure warmth spread through her body.