Sarah is a rather small chested brunette at work that you have a crush on. She has a great sense of humor, enjoys some of the same things you do, and you always enjoy her company during company lunches and events. If only she had bigger boobs she would be perfect. You have hesitated asking her out as there is something rather odd about how she seems to be able to finish your sentences, like she can read your mind. You take paperwork to her in the back corner of the office where she is rather sequestered and see her sitting there in her lavender top and jeans. Her face lights up when she sees you, she takes the paperwork, then touches your hand briefly. You feel a slight static shock, but welcome the touch. You both laugh as you walk away, smiling with red cheeks. Later you bring more paperwork to Sarah's desk and you see the buttons on her top are puckering open. Her breasts definitely look bigger than they were earlier. You smile again, chat a little about the weather so you can stay and catch glimpses of her chest. As you go to turn and walk away you hear the distinct sound of a button ricocheting off her desk. Closer to lunch you come back to deliver more paperwork for Sarah to file and several buttons on her shirt are undone and the most amazing amount of cleavage you have ever seen is on display. You can't help but to stare and as you do Sarah smiles and you see in real time as her cleavage gets deeper and longer as her breasts grow while you watch. Sarah asks, "Do you have any lunch plans? I was thinking we could order Jimmy John's and hang out in the unused conference room while everyone else goes out to eat. We could call it a date?"