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🕑 Added 2020-07-10 21:34:11 +0000 UTCAfter many years of tireless effort, I finally did it! I got my degree! After my graduation I spent months trying to look for that perfect job. An easy office job close by my own house with a cafe on the lobby floor, or maybe one close to some beautiful scenery so I could always see such a great view. I tried for months, but in the end I couldn't find anything that was avaliable to my taste. I decided to then widen my search and no longer worry about the most convenient and comfortable place I can. After a few weeks of searching I found a great opportunity in my city and even better, at one of the best laboratories, with the best salaries in the country.
The only problem is the distance between the lab and my apartment. I had to walk a good distance and take two subways to get there, the worst part is at those hours the subways are always crowded with people and there are never seats available when I get on. I figured I would eventually get used to it. Jokes on me, just when I started commuting my body had the great idea to begin mutating.
I come from a family of mutants, my mother has three heads and my sister was born as a humantaur so I was mentally prepared that eventually I would have to mutate as well. It actually happened during the weekend, in the privacy of my house where I was able to solve it and get used to it easily in a couple of hours since it was only two extra pairs of breasts and a pair of extra arms.
My first concern was my all my breasts grew by two sizes. I went to the store and dipped a bit into my savings to ensure I had the right bras to wear. If I had mutated like my sister, my wardrobe would have been much more affected than just buying and using extra bras.
Before I could tell, it was Monday. My first day of work as a mutant arrived. I prepared myself as best I could and left my house for the first subway station. After walking for a few minutes I arrived just as the subway pulled up. I quickly got on, making room for myself.
The subway car was too full and there was hardly any room to move. I was pressing my six breasts against a girl in front of me who was visibly uncomfortable. I tried moving to the door of the car to have a little more space. My extra hands were very useful for me to balance and hold on to things.
I reached the door seconds later, standing in front of the window. The subway stopped and more people began to walk in from the other side, so those behind me were more pressured to push me against the window. My six breasts were pressed against the glass of the car, drawing more glances than I would like. I have never felt so ashamed in my life. I took my phone and started calling my friend in Port Solei. I definitely have to move from here to a place where the subways have room for mutants.
Therefore, my search for my dream job continued.
