The Interview

Sarah Chen straightened her blazer and checked her reflection in the glass door one final time. At twenty-eight, she was already making waves in investigative journalism, known for her sharp intellect and unwavering ethics. Her modest B-cup breasts sat professionally beneath her conservative blouse, and her sleek black hair was pulled back in a no-nonsense bun. Today's interview at Metropolitan Weekly could be the career breakthrough she'd been working toward.

The office building looked respectable enough from the outside, though she noticed the elevator seemed to stick between floors. When the doors finally opened on the seventh floor, Sarah stepped into a reception area that immediately felt... off. The lighting was dimmer than she'd expected, with an oddly warm, almost amber glow. Framed covers lined the walls, but from this distance she couldn't quite make out the headlines.

"You must be Sarah!" A voice called out from behind the reception desk. The woman who stood up was blonde, busty, and wearing what could generously be called business attire - if businesses required plunging necklines and skirts that barely covered anything. "I'm Candy, the receptionist! Mr. Morrison is, like, totally ready for you!"

Sarah blinked, taken aback by the woman's appearance and the way she seemed to bounce with every word. "Thank you, I'm here for the interview about the investigative reporting position."

"Oh yes!" Candy giggled, her massive breasts jiggling as she clapped her hands together. "He's been, like, super excited to meet you! Just go right through that door there!"

Walking toward the office, Sarah glanced at the magazine covers on the wall. Her steps slowed as she began to make out the images - topless women with exaggerated curves, sensationalist headlines about celebrity scandals, and what appeared to be... She squinted at one cover that read "BUSTY BABE'S BEDROOM SECRETS!" with a photo of a woman whose breasts were practically spilling out of the frame.

"Metropolitan Weekly," she murmured to herself, a sinking feeling in her stomach. This couldn't be right.

She knocked on the office door, and a gruff male voice called for her to enter. The man behind the desk was in his fifties, balding, with the kind of sleazy smile that immediately put her on edge. His eyes travelled up and down her body in a way that made her skin crawl.

"Sarah Chen! Please, sit down. I'm Bob Morrison, editor-in-chief of Metropolitan Weekly." He gestured to a chair across from his desk. "I have to say, your resume is impressive."

Sarah sat carefully, trying to maintain her professional composure despite the growing certainty that she'd walked into the wrong place. "Thank you, Mr. Morrison. I was hoping we could discuss the investigative journalism position."

Morrison chuckled, a sound that made her uncomfortable. "Oh, we'll get to that. But first, I like to get to know our potential... staff members. Tell me, what do you think about ethics in journalism?"

It was an odd question, but Sarah straightened up, ready to showcase her knowledge. "Ethics are the foundation of good journalism. A reporter has a responsibility to seek truth, provide fair and comprehensive account of events, and serve the public interest."

As she spoke, Sarah felt a strange warmth spreading through her chest. She glanced down briefly and could have sworn her blouse looked a little tighter than before, but she dismissed it and continued.

"Integrity means never compromising those standards for personal gain or sensationalism."

The warmth intensified, and Sarah felt an odd tingling sensation. She shifted in her chair, suddenly very aware of her body in a way that seemed inappropriate for a professional interview. Morrison was nodding along, his eyes fixed on her chest with an expression that was becoming increasingly unsettling.

"Interesting perspective," he said, making notes on a pad. "And what's your view on investigative reporting? How far should a journalist go to get a story?"

Sarah found herself feeling slightly dizzy, but pushed through. "A good investigative reporter should be thorough and persistent, but always within legal and ethical boundaries. We should expose corruption and wrongdoing that serves the public interest."

The tingling sensation was getting stronger, and Sarah was certain now that her blouse was tighter. She could feel her bra straining slightly, which was impossible - she'd been the same size for years. She tried to adjust her posture discreetly, but the movement only drew Morrison's attention more obviously to her chest.

"Tell me," Morrison continued, his smile growing wider, "what do you think about the role of, shall we say, physical appeal in journalism? Do you think attractive reporters have advantages?"

Sarah felt a flash of indignation. "A journalist's physical appearance should be completely irrelevant to their work. What matters is intelligence, integrity, and skill."

But even as she said the words, she felt that strange warmth intensifying. Her bra was definitely tighter now - uncomfortably so. She reached up unconsciously to adjust her collar and froze. Her breasts felt heavier, fuller. The professional blouse that had fit perfectly that morning was now straining at the buttons.

"I see," Morrison said, scribbling more notes. "And what about our readership? Should journalism cater to what people want to see, or stick to what they need to know?"

Sarah tried to focus on the question, but her thoughts felt oddly sluggish. "Journalists should... should educate and inform the public, not just pander to base desires." The words came out slower than usual, and she found herself stumbling slightly over "pander."

Morrison's grin was predatory now. "One more question about ethics, Sarah. Do you think there's ever a time when a journalist should compromise their standards for the greater good?"

"Never," Sarah said firmly, though the word came out breathy in a way that surprised her. "Ethical standards are absolute. A journalist who compromises their integrity... their..."

She trailed off, distracted by the increasingly uncomfortable pressure in her chest. Her C-cup bra was cutting into her now, and she could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the straining fabric of her blouse. The top button looked ready to pop.

"Their what?" Morrison prompted, leaning forward.

"Their... um..." Sarah blinked, finding it harder to concentrate. "What was the question again?"

Morrison chuckled. "Don't worry about it. Let's move on. Tell me, what do you know about our publication?"

Sarah looked around the office again, taking in details she'd missed before. There were more magazine covers visible from this angle, and they were definitely not the serious news publication she'd thought she was interviewing for. One cover featured a woman with impossibly large breasts in a barely-there bikini. Another showed what appeared to be a photo spread titled "HORNY HOUSEWIVES TELL ALL!"

"I... I think there may have been some confusion," Sarah said slowly, her voice sounding higher and breathier than normal. "I thought this was Metropolitan Weekly, the news magazine."

"Oh, but it is!" Morrison laughed. "Metropolitan Weekly - 'News for the Modern Man!' We cover all the important stories our readers want to know about. Celebrity scandals, sports, and of course, our famous Page 3 girls."

The pieces were falling into place, and Sarah felt a chill despite the continuing warmth in her chest. This wasn't a legitimate news organization at all - it was a tabloid, the kind that featured topless models and sensationalist gossip.

"I think there's been a mistake," she said, starting to stand up. "I should go."

But as she rose, the top button of her blouse finally gave way with a soft pop, revealing a significant amount of cleavage that definitely hadn't been there an hour ago. Sarah gasped and quickly sat back down, trying to pull her blazer closed.

"Oh my," Morrison said, his eyes gleaming. "Looks like you're having some wardrobe difficulties. Don't worry, that happens to a lot of our interview candidates. Please, stay seated. I have just a few more questions."

Sarah wanted to leave, but something was keeping her in the chair. Maybe it was professional courtesy, or maybe it was the strange, warm feeling that was spreading throughout her body, making her feel oddly compliant and... aroused?

"What kind of questions?" she asked, her voice definitely higher now.

"Well, since you're here, let me tell you about the position we actually have available. We're looking for a new Page 3 girl. It's great work - flexible hours, excellent pay, and you'd be working with some of the best photographers in the business."

"Page 3?" Sarah repeated, feeling confused. "But I'm a journalist. I have a degree from Cambridge, I've won awards for investigative reporting..."

Even as she protested, she found her eyes drifting to the magazine covers again. The women in the photos looked so happy, so carefree. Their large breasts were displayed proudly, and they all had the same kind of vacant, blissful expression that looked almost... appealing?

"Of course, of course," Morrison said soothingly. "But tell me, don't you think there's something to be said for making people happy? Our Page 3 girls bring joy to thousands of readers every day. They brighten people's mornings, give them something beautiful to look at."

Sarah found herself nodding along, though part of her mind was screaming that this was wrong. "I... I suppose that's important too."

"Absolutely! Now, I do have to ask - and this is just standard for the position - what are your thoughts on nudity? Do you think the human body is something to be ashamed of?"

"No," Sarah answered automatically. "The human body is natural and beautiful."

As she spoke, she felt another surge of that strange warmth. Her remaining buttons strained visibly, and she could feel her bra digging in painfully. She reached up to adjust herself and gasped - her breasts... no, boobs... felt huge, easily D-cups now and still growing.

"Excellent attitude!" Morrison beamed. "And what about sex? Do you think sex is dirty or shameful?"

Sarah's cheeks flushed, but not entirely from embarrassment. "Sex is... sex is natural too. It's, like, a beautiful expression of human connection."

Did she just say "like"? Sarah frowned, confused by her own speech patterns. And why did talking about sex make her feel so warm and tingly between her legs?

"Wonderful! You're exactly what we're looking for. Now, I hate to mention this, but I can see you're having some issues with your clothes. Would you be more comfortable if you loosened up a bit? Just for comfort, you understand."

Sarah looked down at herself. Her blouse was gaping open, barely containing tits that had grown to at least DD-cups. The fabric was stretched so tight it was almost transparent, and she could see her nipples clearly outlined, hard and prominent.

"I... I guess I could unbutton a little," she said, her fingers moving to the second button before she'd really decided to do it. "Just to be more comfortable."

The relief was immediate as her now-massive breasts spilled forward, barely contained by her straining bra. Morrison's eyes widened appreciatively, and Sarah felt a strange surge of pride at his reaction.

"Much better," he said. "Now, let's talk about intelligence. Do you think being smart is important for a Page 3 girl?"

"Of course," Sarah said, though she had to think harder about the words. "Intelligence is... intelligence is really important for... for..."

She trailed off, confused. Why was she having trouble finishing the sentence?

"Well," Morrison said helpfully, "some people think that for modelling, being too smart can actually be a disadvantage. It might make you overthink things, you know? Sometimes it's better to just be natural and instinctive."

"That... that makes sense," Sarah said slowly. "Maybe being too smart could, like, get in the way of being natural and stuff."

There was that "like" again, and "stuff"? Sarah never said "stuff" in professional conversations. But it was getting harder to care about things like word choice when her breasts felt so heavy and sensitive, and when Morrison was looking at her with such obvious appreciation.

"Exactly! You're very wise. Now, let me ask you about your career goals. Do you still want to be an investigative journalist?"

Sarah tried to remember why that had seemed important. Something about truth and integrity and... it was hard to focus when her nipples were so hard they almost hurt, pressing against the thin fabric of her bra.

"I... I guess I want to make people happy," she said finally. "Like, journalism is hard and complicated, but making people smile seems, I don't know, easier?"

"That's such a beautiful sentiment," Morrison said warmly. "And speaking of making people happy, how do you feel about cum?"

"Cum?" Sarah repeated, the word sending an unexpected jolt of arousal through her. "Like, you mean..."

"Male ejaculate, yes. It's natural and healthy, and I find that our best models have a very positive attitude toward it."

Sarah felt her cheeks burn, but not from embarrassment. The word "cum" was echoing in her mind, and she found herself thinking about it with growing fascination. "I... I think cum is, like, totally natural. It's part of male sexuality and that's beautiful.... and like, so hot..."

As she spoke, she felt another wave of changes washing over her. Her thoughts felt even foggier, and she noticed she was having trouble with bigger words. But more importantly, she felt a growing wetness between her legs and an almost overwhelming desire to experience what she was talking about.

"Have you ever tasted cum, Sarah?"

The question should have shocked her, should have made her get up and leave immediately. Instead, Sarah found herself squirming in her chair, pressing her thighs together as arousal surged through her.

"Not... not recently," she admitted, her voice breathy. "But I think I'd, like, really like to try it again. It seems really yummy... So yummy..."

Yummy? Sarah dimly realized she was using words she hadn't used since she was a child, but it was getting harder to care about things like vocabulary when her whole body felt so warm and sensitive.

Morrison smiled wider. "I think you'd love it. Our photographers tell me that our best models are the ones who genuinely enjoy the work, if you know what I mean."

Sarah nodded eagerly, though she wasn't entirely sure what he meant. Her bra was becoming unbearable now - her tits had grown to at least F-cups and were still expanding. The underwire was cutting into her skin painfully.

"Mr. Morrison," she said, her voice almost a whimper, "would it be, like, okay if I took off my bra? It really hurts... My boobies are like, so sore and big... I just wanna take them out, okay? Just to feel comfy?"

"Of course! Comfort is very important. Please, make yourself comfortable."

Without hesitation, Sarah reached around and unhooked her bra, sighing with relief as her massive breasts spilled free. They were huge now, easily G-cups, with large pink nipples that stood erect and sensitive. She should have been mortified to be topless in a job interview, but instead she felt proud and aroused.

"Much better," Morrison said, his eyes fixed on her chest. "You have magnificent breasts, Sarah. Absolutely perfect for our magazine."

"Thank you!" Sarah giggled, actually giggled, at the compliment. "I like them too! They feel so good and are like, so big and squishy! I have the best boobies of all my friends you know."

She cupped her breasts unconsciously, gasping at how sensitive they were. Every touch sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she found herself gently massaging them without thinking about where she was.

"Now Sarah," Morrison continued, "I want to ask you about something important. Do you think a woman's primary purpose is to be intelligent and successful in her career, or to be beautiful and sexually appealing?"

The question felt important, but Sarah's mind felt so foggy. "I... I used to think being smart was most important," she said slowly. "But, like, being beautiful and sexy makes people so much happier. And it feels really good too."

"That's very insightful. And between having a great body and having a great mind, which would you choose?"

"Oh, definitely a great body!" Sarah answered immediately, surprising herself with how quickly the words came. "Like, being smart is hard work, but being beautiful is just, like, so much more fun!"

As she spoke, she felt her breasts growing even larger, now easily H-cups, while simultaneously feeling her thoughts becoming even simpler and more scattered. But it felt good - the physical pleasure of her expanding body was overwhelming any concern about her diminishing intellect.

"What about your education, Sarah? Are you proud of your degree from Cambridge?"

Sarah tried to remember why that had been important. "Cam-bridge? Like, that's a school, right? I think I went there but it was, like, really hard and boring.... I don't really remember. I'm much happier now!"

Morrison nodded approvingly. "Education is overrated anyway. Tell me, what do you think about when you masturbate?"

The question sent a jolt of arousal straight to Sarah's core. "I... I think about, like, big cocks and lots of cum, and cum all over my big tits esspcially... that's a hard word to say" she admitted breathlessly. "And about being, like, really beautiful and having everyone want me."

"Excellent! And how often do you masturbate?"

"Like, all the time!" Sarah giggled, one hand drifting down between her legs unconsciously. "Sometimes I can't even help it, it just feels so good!"

Morrison was taking notes rapidly now. "Perfect. Now, Sarah, I think you'd be ideal for our magazine. But I do need to see how you photograph. Would you be willing to do a test shoot right now?"

"Really?" Sarah bounced excitedly in her chair, her massive breasts jiggling. "Like, with a real photographer and everything?"

"Absolutely. Candy will set you up with our photographer. But first, you should probably take off the rest of those clothes - they don't really fit anymore anyway."

Sarah looked down at herself. Her skirt was riding up around her waist, and her blouse was hanging open uselessly. "You're totally right! These clothes are, like, way too small!"

She stood up and began stripping without any self-consciousness, wiggling out of her tight skirt and panties. Her body was incredible now - massive breasts, tiny waist, wide hips, and long legs. She felt like a goddess, powerful and sexual and perfect.

"Beautiful," Morrison breathed. "Absolutely stunning. You're going to be our best model yet."

"Really?" Sarah beamed with pride. "I'm so happy! I love being naked and beautiful!"

Morrison pressed a button on his desk. "Candy, please send in Jake for the test shoot."

Within moments, a young man with a camera entered the office. His eyes widened when he saw Sarah standing there completely nude, posing instinctively with her hands on her hips and her massive breasts thrust forward.

"This is Sarah," Morrison said. "Our newest Page 3 girl. I think she's going to be very popular."

"Definitely," Jake agreed, already raising his camera. "Sarah, you're absolutely gorgeous. Just be natural and sexy."

"Okay!" Sarah giggled, immediately beginning to pose. The camera flashes felt amazing, and she found herself getting more and more aroused with each shot. She ran her hands over her body, squeezed her breasts, and spread her legs, all while maintaining a blissful, vacant smile.

"That's perfect, Sarah," Jake encouraged. "You're a natural. How about you get on your knees?"

Sarah immediately dropped to her knees, arching her back to push out her massive breasts. "Like this?"

"Perfect. Now, open your mouth like you're really excited about something."

Sarah opened her mouth wide, her tongue hanging out slightly. She wasn't sure why, but the pose made her think about sucking cock, which made her even more aroused.

"Excellent! You're incredible at this. Mr. Morrison, I think we have a real star here."

Morrison nodded approvingly. "Sarah, how do you feel about doing some more... specialized shoots? Maybe with some male models?"

"Ooh, yes!" Sarah clapped her hands excitedly. "I love men! They're so strong and handsome and they have such yummy cocks!"

"Perfect. We'll set up some shoots for you this week. But first, I think you deserve a little reward for doing so well in your interview."

Morrison walked around his desk, and Sarah noticed the significant bulge in his pants. Her mouth started watering automatically.

"Would you like to show me how much you appreciate this opportunity, Sarah?"

"Yes, please!" Sarah scrambled toward him on her knees, her massive breasts swaying. "I want to thank you so much! You've made me so happy!"

Morrison unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang free. It was large and hard, and Sarah gasped with delight.

"It's so beautiful!" she breathed. "Can I taste it? Please?"

"Of course, Sarah. That's what good Page 3 girls do."

Sarah immediately wrapped her lips around his cock, moaning with pleasure at the taste and feel of it in her mouth. Her mind, what was left of it, was focused entirely on giving him pleasure. She sucked and licked enthusiastically, using her tongue in ways that came naturally to her new, sexually-focused brain.

"That's incredible, Sarah," Morrison groaned. "You're perfect."

Sarah pulled back just long enough to beam at him. "Thank you! I love sucking cock! It's like, my fav thing ever!"

She went back to her task with renewed enthusiasm, and within minutes Morrison was groaning and tensing. "I'm going to cum, Sarah!"

"Yes, please!" Sarah pulled back and opened her mouth wide, her tongue out. "I want all your yummy cum!"

Morrison exploded, covering her face and mouth with thick streams of cum. Sarah moaned and giggled as she swallowed what she could catch, then carefully licked up the rest from her lips and chin.

"Mmm, so tasty!" she sighed contentedly. "I love cum so much!"

Jake had been photographing the entire encounter, and Morrison nodded approvingly at him.

"Those shots will be perfect for our special edition," Morrison said, zipping up his pants. "Sarah, you're hired. Candy will give you your schedule and your new wardrobe."

"Yay!" Sarah bounced excitedly, her cum-covered face glowing with happiness. "I'm so excited to be a Page 3 girl! This is like, the best job ever!"

As she skipped naked out of the office toward Candy's desk, Sarah felt nothing but pure joy. She couldn't really remember what she'd been doing before this interview, but it couldn't have been nearly as fun as this. She was beautiful, she was desired, and she got to play with cocks and cum all day. What more could a girl want?

Behind her, Morrison was already on the phone with his printer. "Yeah, hold the front page. I've got something special for tomorrow's edition. Trust me, this girl is going to sell a million copies."

And in the reception area, Sarah was giggling with Candy about her new career, both busty bimbos excited about the magazine shoots planned for the rest of the week. Sarah's transformation was complete - from serious journalist to eager bimbo model, and she couldn't have been happier about it.