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Jess Simmons glanced at her tablet, checking her calendar for the client’s name for the next appointment as she headed towards the lobby. She opened the heavy glass door of the lending office and took a half-step out into the bank’s waiting area. “Ms. Washbrook?” she called.

A dark-haired woman in glasses and a blue business suit began to get to her feet across the room. The front of her suit seemed somehow improbably wide, though her build looked otherwise slender. Jess at first squinted in confusion, then audibly gasped and pressed her hand to her mouth. The woman’s breasts were gigantic. Not merely gigantic, they were obscene. The woman’s bust was at least a meter wide! Her titanic mammaries fought for space inside the strained business jacket, the top slopes of them bulging out into enormous, stretched orbs that rested almost level with the woman’s shoulders. “My god,” Jess squeaked in a quiet voice.

The woman walked towards her, and with each step, a heavy bounce wobbled through her chest. The twin zeppelins she was carrying didn’t look remotely natural. They looked like a pair of overinflated balloons. With abruptness, Jess realized the woman had crossed the lobby and was standing right in front of her as she stood there gawking down at her cleavage. Jess tore her gaze upward, and saw the black-haired woman waiting with an arch to one eyebrow and a half smile.

“Uh,” Jess said. “Um, that is - Good afternoon, Ms. Washbrook. I’m Jess Simmons, I’ll be helping you out today.” She stuck her hand out in a robotic motion. Ms. Washbook took her hand, and shook it. Jess tried not to watch the way the handshake wobbled the woman’s gigantic juggs.

“Good afternoon,” she replied. “Please, call me Melissa.”

Jess nodded and suddenly remembered she was standing in the doorway. She beat a hasty retreat into her office, continuing to hold the door open with her arm. “Uh… won’t you come in, Melissa?”

The woman entered, her battleship-size bosom straining her buttons as she wobbled through the door, the banker leaning further and further back as Melissa’s wide chest took up more room in the small hall. Jess suddenly realized the entryway of her office wasn’t wide enough for both Melissa’s bust and herself. Jess let out a squeak and let go of the door, retreating further. It was either that or do the limbo under the woman’s titanic bust as she bounced by. Jess sought refuge behind her desk.

Melissa settled into the chair opposite her, the motion causing a low creaking sound to emanate from her chest. It wasn’t clear to Jess if the sound was coming from her buttons or her boobs. Jess gasped as the woman fully seated herself and crossed her legs. Her tits were so big they rested on her thigh and swelled so high they almost hid the rest of her torso from view. The twin mammaries were so absurdly round. They were obviously implants. Or implanted beachballs. Or something. Jess tore her eyes away from the woman’s comically enlarged mammaries. “So… uhh, what brought you in today, Melissa?”

“I’m seeking a small business loan. Here’s a proposal for you to take a look at, as well as some records from previous years.” The dark-haired woman offered a binder, reaching out to hold it across the desk. The leaning forward motion gave Jess a clear look down the woman’s cleavage, so deep it was like the Grand Canyon. Her tits seemed almost as wide as the desk. Jess shook her head and took the binder, beginning to leaf through it. Distracted, she kept glancing up over the top edge of the binder at the woman’s enlarged chest. She pulled her gaze back down, and studied the pages in desperation, trying to work out what exactly it was that this woman did. The front page listed the business name as “Japan Ai.”

Melissa waited a few moments, and continued, “...as you can see, I’ve been doing pretty well the past few years, so I’m looking for some funding to be able to expand my b…”

Jess’s mouth dropped open and she looked up in horrified panic. “What? EXPAND?” she stared in shock down at the woman’s gigantic boobs. “You can’t possibly go any bigger!”

Melissa stopped speaking, eyebrows scrunching as if in confusion. She cleared her throat. “On...the contrary, I’ve turned a profit the past six years, and I’ve got five employees. We all agree this is the right time. I’ll grant I operate in a somewhat niche market, but I’m one of the biggest names in the trade right now. And online and convention sales are way up.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet they are. Weirdos probably pay top dollar to ogle big balloon tits,” Jess thought to herself. She blushed crimson and buried herself in the figures and charts in the proposal, skimming the paragraphs for information, still trying to figure out the woman’s business. Something about models… modelling? Jess grumbled inwardly, “Modelling? You’re just stuffing yourself full of saline.”

Jess tapped away at her computer, bringing up the woman’s account information with the bank. She had two business accounts that both seemed to be doing fairly well. The Japan Ai account was one of them, and the other one was an older account filed under the business name Melissa Mountains, LLC. Jess reflexively glanced back at the woman’s chest and rolled her eyes. Jess thought, “Melissa Mountains, huh? Figures. Must be her ‘stage name’ she advertises her beachballs under.” The banker flushed at the absurdity of the situation. This woman had the biggest tits she had ever seen, and she was taking out a loan to get them even bigger?

Jess shuddered, and then studied the diagrams more carefully. The woman definitely had been making profits, regardless of Jess’ discomfiture with how she was doing it. She flipped to the final page of the proposal, where the summary graphs indicated that with the bank’s funding Melissa hoped to increase her volume by 100% over the next several years. OH MY GOD!

Jess snapped her head up and yelled, “What! Double what you’ve already have!? You’re crazy!”

Melissa again tilted her head in confusion. “I know it sounds optimistic, but if you look at the figures-” she began, and was suddenly interrupted as Jess tossed the binder on the desk and held her arms out in the direction of Melissa’s boobs.

“You look ready to burst as it is! Just LOOK at yourself! If you get your tits any bigger you’re going to EXPLODE!” Jess squealed. “I don’t know how you think the bank would even consider funding… THIS!”

Melissa stopped, frowning, and her eyes tracked the direction of Jess’ gaze, resting a palm on her humongous right breast. “Uh, what?” she said.

Jess froze. “You… your proposal says you want to increase your volume by 100%.” She said, embarrassed to be saying it, somehow.

Melissa laughed. “Yes. My sales volume?” She crossed her arms atop her chest, resting them there atop her enormous boobs and hiding some of the vast cleavage window the suit created.

Jess looked back and forth between the woman’s profoundly inflated tits and the binder, turning gradually brighter shades of red. “S-sales…?”

“Yes, from my retail business, where I sell imported plastic model robots from Japan?” Melissa said, a half-smile quirking her mouth. Jess lowered her head and fought against the desire to hide under her desk.

“I thought…” she murmured, glancing helplessly at her computer and the account information there.

“I’m retired from the big boob business,” Melissa laughed. “I just kept my ‘mountains,’ that’s all.” She tugged at the lapels of her business suit, adjust her massive front and hiding some of her gigantic cleavage. “I guess I should have gone for the sweater,” she laughed. Jess hid her face in her hands and turned cherry-tomato red.

“Can… can we please start over?” Jess said, quietly.

“By all means,” Melissa said, laughing. “This time, just pay more attention to the graphs.”

Story by the always amazing criticalvolume

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Jess Simmons glanced at her tablet, checking her calendar for the client’s name for the next appointment as she headed towards the lobby. She opened the heavy glass door of the lending office and took a half-step out into the bank’s waiting area. “Ms. Washbrook?” she called.

A dark-haired woman in glasses and a blue business suit began to get to her feet across the room. The front of her suit seemed somehow improbably wide, though her build looked otherwise slender. Jess at first squinted in confusion, then audibly gasped and pressed her hand to her mouth. The woman’s breasts were gigantic. Not merely gigantic, they were obscene. The woman’s bust was at least a meter wide! Her titanic mammaries fought for space inside the strained business jacket, the top slopes of them bulging out into enormous, stretched orbs that rested almost level with the woman’s shoulders. “My god,” Jess squeaked in a quiet voice.

The woman walked towards her, and with each step, a heavy bounce wobbled through her chest. The twin zeppelins she was carrying didn’t look remotely natural. They looked like a pair of overinflated balloons. With abruptness, Jess realized the woman had crossed the lobby and was standing right in front of her as she stood there gawking down at her cleavage. Jess tore her gaze upward, and saw the black-haired woman waiting with an arch to one eyebrow and a half smile.

“Uh,” Jess said. “Um, that is - Good afternoon, Ms. Washbrook. I’m Jess Simmons, I’ll be helping you out today.” She stuck her hand out in a robotic motion. Ms. Washbook took her hand, and shook it. Jess tried not to watch the way the handshake wobbled the woman’s gigantic juggs.

“Good afternoon,” she replied. “Please, call me Melissa.”

Jess nodded and suddenly remembered she was standing in the doorway. She beat a hasty retreat into her office, continuing to hold the door open with her arm. “Uh… won’t you come in, Melissa?”

The woman entered, her battleship-size bosom straining her buttons as she wobbled through the door, the banker leaning further and further back as Melissa’s wide chest took up more room in the small hall. Jess suddenly realized the entryway of her office wasn’t wide enough for both Melissa’s bust and herself. Jess let out a squeak and let go of the door, retreating further. It was either that or do the limbo under the woman’s titanic bust as she bounced by. Jess sought refuge behind her desk.

Melissa settled into the chair opposite her, the motion causing a low creaking sound to emanate from her chest. It wasn’t clear to Jess if the sound was coming from her buttons or her boobs. Jess gasped as the woman fully seated herself and crossed her legs. Her tits were so big they rested on her thigh and swelled so high they almost hid the rest of her torso from view. The twin mammaries were so absurdly round. They were obviously implants. Or implanted beachballs. Or something. Jess tore her eyes away from the woman’s comically enlarged mammaries. “So… uhh, what brought you in today, Melissa?”

“I’m seeking a small business loan. Here’s a proposal for you to take a look at, as well as some records from previous years.” The dark-haired woman offered a binder, reaching out to hold it across the desk. The leaning forward motion gave Jess a clear look down the woman’s cleavage, so deep it was like the Grand Canyon. Her tits seemed almost as wide as the desk. Jess shook her head and took the binder, beginning to leaf through it. Distracted, she kept glancing up over the top edge of the binder at the woman’s enlarged chest. She pulled her gaze back down, and studied the pages in desperation, trying to work out what exactly it was that this woman did. The front page listed the business name as “Japan Ai.”

Melissa waited a few moments, and continued, “...as you can see, I’ve been doing pretty well the past few years, so I’m looking for some funding to be able to expand my b…”

Jess’s mouth dropped open and she looked up in horrified panic. “What? EXPAND?” she stared in shock down at the woman’s gigantic boobs. “You can’t possibly go any bigger!”

Melissa stopped speaking, eyebrows scrunching as if in confusion. She cleared her throat. “On...the contrary, I’ve turned a profit the past six years, and I’ve got five employees. We all agree this is the right time. I’ll grant I operate in a somewhat niche market, but I’m one of the biggest names in the trade right now. And online and convention sales are way up.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet they are. Weirdos probably pay top dollar to ogle big balloon tits,” Jess thought to herself. She blushed crimson and buried herself in the figures and charts in the proposal, skimming the paragraphs for information, still trying to figure out the woman’s business. Something about models… modelling? Jess grumbled inwardly, “Modelling? You’re just stuffing yourself full of saline.”

Jess tapped away at her computer, bringing up the woman’s account information with the bank. She had two business accounts that both seemed to be doing fairly well. The Japan Ai account was one of them, and the other one was an older account filed under the business name Melissa Mountains, LLC. Jess reflexively glanced back at the woman’s chest and rolled her eyes. Jess thought, “Melissa Mountains, huh? Figures. Must be her ‘stage name’ she advertises her beachballs under.” The banker flushed at the absurdity of the situation. This woman had the biggest tits she had ever seen, and she was taking out a loan to get them even bigger?

Jess shuddered, and then studied the diagrams more carefully. The woman definitely had been making profits, regardless of Jess’ discomfiture with how she was doing it. She flipped to the final page of the proposal, where the summary graphs indicated that with the bank’s funding Melissa hoped to increase her volume by 100% over the next several years. OH MY GOD!

Jess snapped her head up and yelled, “What! Double what you’ve already have!? You’re crazy!”

Melissa again tilted her head in confusion. “I know it sounds optimistic, but if you look at the figures-” she began, and was suddenly interrupted as Jess tossed the binder on the desk and held her arms out in the direction of Melissa’s boobs.

“You look ready to burst as it is! Just LOOK at yourself! If you get your tits any bigger you’re going to EXPLODE!” Jess squealed. “I don’t know how you think the bank would even consider funding… THIS!”

Melissa stopped, frowning, and her eyes tracked the direction of Jess’ gaze, resting a palm on her humongous right breast. “Uh, what?” she said.

Jess froze. “You… your proposal says you want to increase your volume by 100%.” She said, embarrassed to be saying it, somehow.

Melissa laughed. “Yes. My sales volume?” She crossed her arms atop her chest, resting them there atop her enormous boobs and hiding some of the vast cleavage window the suit created.

Jess looked back and forth between the woman’s profoundly inflated tits and the binder, turning gradually brighter shades of red. “S-sales…?”

“Yes, from my retail business, where I sell imported plastic model robots from Japan?” Melissa said, a half-smile quirking her mouth. Jess lowered her head and fought against the desire to hide under her desk.

“I thought…” she murmured, glancing helplessly at her computer and the account information there.

“I’m retired from the big boob business,” Melissa laughed. “I just kept my ‘mountains,’ that’s all.” She tugged at the lapels of her business suit, adjust her massive front and hiding some of her gigantic cleavage. “I guess I should have gone for the sweater,” she laughed. Jess hid her face in her hands and turned cherry-tomato red.

“Can… can we please start over?” Jess said, quietly.

“By all means,” Melissa said, laughing. “This time, just pay more attention to the graphs.”

Story by the always amazing criticalvolume