It was 7:30, and Wicke was already having a bad morning. Her stockings felt tighter than ever for some reason, and instead of the pleasant, smoothing effect they usually had, she felt as if they were going to tear around her. The branch chief was hesitant even to stand up off the bed, as she worried they would tear around her rear. She had always been rather curvy, but she knew her size in clothing. The purple haired woman sighed, and tried to smother her annoyance. Today was important, and Lusamine would be less than happy if she was late simply because she was fussing about her clothing.

She stepped into the white dress, pulled it up over her wide hips and heavy breasts. It fit snugly, and the smile returned to her lips as she zipped it up. It fit like a glove. Lusamine sometimes teased her about the outfit, but it made her feel good. Besides, Wicke was fairly certain it helped company morale. Not that she would have ever said that out loud, but she knew about the lingering gazes she got when the grunts thought she wasn’t looking. There might be a little more attention today, she thought, what with the tightness of her stockings. She’d have to be more careful with what she was eating. Weight had always gone straight to her ass, and it seemed this was no different. She tugged at the hem of her dress, making sure it was covering everything it needed to, and then headed off to work.

Wicke made it with two minutes to spare. She was just sitting down when Lusamine strolled by with a slight smile. “Just in time, Wicke.” She set a mug down on the table, and the smell of hot coffee wafted over the table. “I made you coffee again.” The branch chief shot her boss a grateful smile, and took a sip of the hot beverage. It was heavenly -- just right. Lusamine drifted out of the room as she watched Wicke drink, that same, strange smile on her face.

The purple haired woman finished the coffee quickly. They were drawing blood from the new UBs today, numbers five through ten, and she was training the new interns on how to do it. A glance at the clock over her desk told her it was 9:15, and she was due in the lab. She set down the coffee cup, and made a mental note to thank Lusamine again. Everyone teased Wicke about being the foundation’s mother, but the leader was starting to grow into that role too.

In the changing room, Wicke struggled out of her tight, white dress. She had trouble getting the zipper down past her breasts, and she thought back to this morning. Surely it hadn’t been this tight then, had it? She shook the thought from her mind and tried to focus. Hazard protection was required in the UB nursery, especially with blood draws, and they had a sensitive timeline to follow. Her breasts wobbled precariously in her lacy bra, threatening to spill out of it, and she squeezed her eyes shut for a second. She had just bought that bra!

Her tights tore as she pulled them off, and she suppressed a sigh as she balled them up and tossed them into the trash. The matching thong dug into her hips only slightly, and she said a silent prayer that she favored a style of underwear that didn’t sit low on her hips. One of the younger scientists walked in and grinned at her. He slid his shirt off, and took a spot on the bench next to her. “Sneaking some of our growth serum, chief?” Wicke flushed and turned away from him. She didn’t realize her weight gain had been this noticeable. If she had been quicker on her feet, or less preoccupied with the handsome man grinning at her near-naked form, she might have quipped that she could ask him the same thing. Wicke had snuck a look at him changing whenever she could. It was no secret he was well endowed.