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Chastity forced herself back to focus and glanced at the clock. Christ, Mr. Meyers had rambled on for over an hour. She had managed to take notes during the portion of the meeting that directly affected her, but could she have said what the rest of the meeting was about? She could probably guess with reasonable accuracy. All these VP meetings were the same, after all.
Mr. Meyers glanced around the table, focusing on each face in turn. Chastity met his gaze solidly when it fell on her, letting out a quiet sigh when he moved on. She always felt like she needed to prove something to her direct boss, despite always having performed above expectation in her position. The man was intimidating, at the end of the day.
As the end of the meeting dragged on, a bead of sweat ran down the back of Chastity’s neck. Did they turn up the heat? It was springtime, that wouldn’t make any sense. It was seventy degrees outside…
She wiped her forehead and was surprised by the droplets of sweat on the back of her hand. Her skin felt tight and swollen, like she was getting ready to burst free from its confines, and when her forearm brushed against her breasts, she gasped at the tenderness. Her tits were never that sensitive. What the hell was going on with her?
“Well, if nobody has anything else to say, you’re all dismissed. See you next week.”
Chastity had her notes gathered and close to her chest as she hurried out of the room before anyone else in the room had even bothered standing. Once in her office, she sank to the floor with her back to the wall, feeling warmer by the second.
She managed to make her way over to her desk—by crawling, though if anyone asked she would never admit it—and pulled herself into her chair. She guzzled the bottle of water she always kept on her desk, gasping when she finished then looking at the empty bottle disappointedly. She considered standing and walking into the hall to fill the bottle again, but the thought of standing made her head spin.
“Chastity?” One of her coworkers—a fellow director named Chase—poked his head around her door, his expression a moue of concern. “You rushed out of the meeting pretty fast. You okay?”
I have no idea what the hell is going on with me.
Chastity forced a smile even as she felt another bead of sweat drip down the back of her neck. “Yeah, fine. Just realized I was a little thirsty.” She held up the empty water bottle as evidence, forcing a half-hearted chuckle of good-humored self-deprecation.
Chase raised an eyebrow, but nodded once. “Alright, just wanted to make sure. Have a nice rest of your day.” His head disappeared from behind the door and she was alone again.
“What the hell is going on?’ Chastity spoke into the empty office, voice strained. She glanced down and unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt, letting out a sigh of relief as the air touched her heated skin. When she glanced down, she was alarmed to see her breasts bulging obscenely against the clasp of her bra. The same bra that had fit her perfectly that morning when she had put it on. When she touched the swollen flesh experimentally, she winced and pulled her hand away.
She quickly buttoned her shirt up again and turned to her computer, attempting to focus on her email inbox. She managed one response to a non-urgent email before she gave up and stood up. She sent an email to Mr. Meyers informing him that she was unwell and taking an early day, then pushed away from her desk quickly, despite her head spinning as she righted herself. She picked up her jacket gingerly and held it draped over her arm, despite the fabric increasing the uncomfortable fever that she was experiencing.
She rushed through the building, throwing out half-hearted responses to the few people who called after her. In the back of her head, she knew that she was probably being incredibly rude, but she was so uncomfortable in her suddenly restrictive work clothes that she couldn’t find it in her to care.
The subway ride home didn’t pass quickly like it usually did, and as the minutes ticked by Chastity sweated more and was struck with a stronger and stronger urge to strip until she was naked as the day she was born.
She managed to make it to her stop, and practically sprinted down the street until she made it to her condo. Her hands fumbled with the keys, shaking so badly that unlocking the door was nearly impossible. She finally managed it, though, feeling the stares of passersby on her back as she let herself into the house and slammed the door.
Her blazer and blouse were off before she even locked the door behind her, and she struggled out of her bra for several long minutes, the clasp stymying her until she finally groaned and pulled it over the top of her head without undoing the clasp. She reached behind her and locked the deadbolt as the soft globes sprang free, looking larger even than they had twenty minutes before in the office. Her nipples were long and swollen, stabbing into the air angrily as she looked down at them. She whimpered softly as she gently touched one tender tip, the sensation both painful and arousing.
She stayed on the floor for another few minutes, wriggling out of her pants and kicking off her shoes until she was fully naked. She pulled her hair even higher up into a bun, even the strands of hair that brushed against the back of her neck from her ponytail too much for her fevered skin.
She forced herself to crawl to the couch, pulling herself up and stretching out, spreading her legs and arms so that none of her body parts touched each other. She fell asleep like that.
* * *
When Chastity woke up in the middle of the afternoon the next day, she felt even worse than she had the day before. The fabric of the couch beneath her body was drenched with sweat, and her nipples stood out like bullets in the air above her. Her tits were even more swollen than the day before, and Chastity felt a curious… arousal? When she lifted her head slightly to glance between her legs, she could see her clit was swollen and red without looking too closely, and she was very sure that if she reached between her legs she would find her folds dripping.
When she fished her phone off the floor where she had tossed it the night before, she was met with several emails and two missed calls from her boss. She winced; she had slept nearly twenty-four hours. She managed to send off an email to Mr. Meyers, apologizing for not coming in and letting him know she was sick and would be out for a few days, then she scrolled through her contacts until she found her doctor’s number.
The receptionist who got on the phone was very sweet and surprisingly understanding when Chastity said that she needed a checkup immediately, but no, there was absolutely no way that she would be able to make it into the office in person. The receptionist tutted at that—Chastity wasn’t sure how much the girl believed her—but promised to find the doctor and ask if a home visit would be remotely possible. Chastity was put on hold for close to fifteen minutes before the receptionist came back on the other line and said that unfortunately, no, Dr. Jones wouldn’t be able to make a home visit, but she was open for an emergency appointment in an hour, and could the receptionist call her a cab to assist her over to the office?
Chastity struggled with her words for a moment before she managed to respond, confirming that a cab would be helpful. Once off the phone, it took her longer than she wanted before she was able to stand again. Her thighs brushed together as she walked to her room to find comfortable but appropriate clothes for a doctor’s appointment, and she moaned aloud at the sensation. The heat under her skin seemed to have increased the sensitivity tenfold, and she whimpered softly as she pulled soft pants and a tank top on.
When she glanced in the mirror, she was stunned. Her face was flushed, lips swollen, and eyes bright. The bun she had put her hair in had been messed by sleep, and a few tendrils fell around her face fetchingly. If she wasn’t so disturbed by the symptoms she was dealing with, she would almost say that she looked… sexy. Especially when her gaze dropped and she saw her tits, heavy and swollen and pressing tight against the fabric of her shirt. There was no way to hide her nipples under the thin fabric, and she forced herself to throw on a loose jacket to make herself look a little less obscene, despite the discomfort the extra fabric imposed.
The cab was outside her apartment waiting for her when she finally made her way to the street, a bottle of cold water clutched tightly in her hand. She forced herself to sip it slowly as she slid into the cab, the urge to guzzle down the entire bottle almost overwhelming.
The doctor’s office was quiet when she got there, and Chastity was led back into an exam room quickly. The receptionist looked at her with one eyebrow raised when she approached the counter, but once Chastity was settled in the exam room she forgot about the receptionist’s judgment as she got more and more anxious. Her physical discomfort grew as well as her emotional anxiety, and by the time Dr. Jones entered the room Chastity felt as though she was going to crawl out of her skin.
“Chastity, what’s going on? You haven’t been in for a regular physical in months. I had assumed you lost our office number.” Dr. Jones was a kindly looking middle-aged woman with gray-streaked black hair and square glasses that sat on the tip of her nose. She sat on the stool opposite Chastity with a concerned expression, clipboard on her lap and pen poised to take notes.
“Well, um…” Chastity struggled with words for a moment, and then quickly explained everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours. The fever, the enhanced sensitivity, her swollen breasts… She blushed as she described the odd arousal that she was feeling, praying that the doctor wouldn’t make fun of her.
It turned out to be an unfounded fear. Dr. Jones listened to her symptoms with a focused expression and made several notes on her clipboard before setting it aside once Chastity was done talking. She did the standard medical tests—heart rate, blood pressure, temperature, airways. As the different aspects of the exam continued, she got an odd expression on her face, and finally asked Chastity to take off her shirt so that she could see her swollen breasts.
