Spider Bites

Steve Palmer

LEMMONDE LABORATORIES, INC. was a large company whose chief concerns were pharmaceuticals and cosmetics. Tim Kyle had been conducting field research for Lemmonde Labs in the Brazilian Amazon for five months when he made a unique discovery. Tim and his team were out in the rain forest collecting flora samples from which new perfume oils could be extracted. His discovery, however, had nothing to do with that project: it happened by pure chance.

While his assistants, Karl and Bob, stayed at camp running tests, Tim had gone out into the bush to gather more samples. As he knelt, quietly picking brilliantly colored blossoms, he was startled by the sudden rustling of brush and babbling of human voices in another language. Everyone on the team knew the danger of contact with Amazon natives. They were sometimes less than hospitable to strangers. Tim hunched down in the foliage and held his breath. The sound of their approach grew louder until they were passing him little more than an arm’s length away.

They stopped suddenly, and began chattering excitedly. He peered through the foliage at them and saw that they were all women; lovely young women; women with long flowing hair; bare breasted women; women whose boobs were bigger than honeydew melons. Tim had forgotten about women for the last five months (or at least had tried to), but now his cock ached as he silently gazed at all those big naked bobbling tits. He thought of Dr. Irene Summers back at Lemmonde’s main lab in Phoenix. Tim had an intense crush on this woman. Since she worked in the Pharmaceuticals Division, Tim had few opportunities to see her, but he took every available excuse to visit her wing of the lab complex. She was beautiful, intelligent, young, single, not to mention the fact that she was even bustier than these very buxom girls.

One girl, the youngest by the look of her, had much smaller breasts than the others, being nearly flat chested. The striking thing about this young woman, however, was her hair. Instead of being straight and black, it was a brilliant bronze color, cascading in loose ringlets down her bare back like water rushing over a falls.

After a few seconds he realized they were all watching and pointing to a smallish brightly colored spider. One of the older girls picked up a stick and used it to deftly pluck the spider from its web. She held the stick upright and the spider crawled to the top, where it stayed. Then the young one with the fiery hair became the center of attention. As he watched in disbelief, she hesitatingly tilted her head back, and the woman holding the stick inserted the spider into the younger girl’s nostril. Once it was inside, someone pinched her nose together and wiggled it. In a moment, the young girl squealed, wincing in pain. She fainted and was lovingly caught by the others. The spider was retrieved and placed back in its web, and they carried the young girl off in the direction they’d come, singing happily among themselves.

When Tim was sure they were gone, he took a live-specimen vial from his bag and scooped the spider and an egg case into it. Stuffing the vial back into the bag, he began picking his way along, following the path of the Indian girls.

Karl and Bob stood bolt upright when Tim finally came crashing into camp. “Are you okay?” “Where have you been?”

Tim sat down with a sigh and motioned for them to sit as he explained. “I found a native village about two miles from here. The women there all have these really big tits,” he said, gesturing to convey size.

He had Karl and Bob’s rapt attention. “They all do?” asked Karl.

“Pretty much, yeah. Must be some kind of genetic trait that became dominant through inbreeding.”

“Do they go topless?” asked Karl grinning stupidly.

Tim nodded.

“Yes!” they chorused. Let’s go take a look!” urged Bob.

Tim shook his head. “No, wait until daylight. We won’t be able to see anything until then, and besides I’m too hungry and tired.”

Early the next morning, the trio picked their way through the forest and eventually came to the outskirts of the Indian village. They moved to a hidden vantage point and watched the community in silence. There were so many pairs of great big bouncing naked breasts, it was difficult to take it all in. Karl and Bob looked at each other with mouths wide open. Tim grinned at them. They ogled all these wonderful bosoms for some time. After about a half-hour, Tim suddenly gasped, with his eyes comically wide.

“What is it, Tim?” whispered Bob.

“See that girl there with the real unusual colored hair?”

“Uh, oh yeah, I see her. What’s so special about her? Her tits aren’t any bigger than any of the rest.”

“Exactly. They are big as the rest. Yesterday they were little bitty. Now they’re huge.”

“Welcome back to the U.S., Tim. I didn’t know you were back from Brazil already,” Dr. Summer said pleasantly, extending her hand.

Tim shook it, trying with all his might not to look at her deliciously oversized bust. “I didn’t expect to be back yet, but something has come up. That’s why I’m here to see you.”

“Well have a seat and tell me about it.”

He eased into a chair and began fishing something out of his jacket pocket. “While I was collecting flowers in the jungle, I came across this little guy here,” he said, placing a little glass jar on her desk. “It’s an unclassified species of spider. Not much of a discovery in itself, but there’s a local tribe of natives down there who use this spider in a sort of coming-of-age ceremony for their young women.”

Summers was politely attentive. “I see.”

“They actually put one of these spiders into the nose of the inductee, and force it to bite her. It injects its venom into the soft tissue of the mucous membrane, where it goes right to the brain from the sinus.”

She frowned.

“The venom doesn’t seem to be harmful to humans. But it does seem to have a remarkable effect on women.” He took a small stack of photographs out of his shirt pocket and handed them to her. “The next day the girl wakes up with significantly enlarged breasts.”

Dr. Summers took a cursory look at the photos, then sat bolt upright and studied them more intensely. After a moment she asked, “Are you certain it’s the bite of this spider that provokes a reaction like this?” she asked excitedly. He was glad she was interested, but had not expected such intensity.

“I’m sure that’s what it was, but I can’t offer any real proof at this time. No actual contact has been made with the Indians, so this is all guesswork. Laboratory tests should be conducted, and I was wondering if I could interest your department in working on this. I figure there could be a real opportunity for an exciting new product here.”

“There certainly is, Tim. Imagine a drug that would enlarge women’s breasts pharmaceutically overnight! A product like that could bring in over a hundred million dollars a year for Lemmonde! I’m definitely interested. But I get the feeling that you want something for yourself out of this.”

“In fact I do.”

“That’s agreeable. Now as for how much we can give you and whether it will be a lump sum or a percentage, etc., that will have to be worked out with the lawyers. But I can personally promise you -”

“Dr. Summers,” Tim interrupted. “I’m not after a piece of the pie.”

She arched her eyebrows in surprise. “You’re not?”

“No. All I want is to be transferred to this department and be given a job on this project. I’m a good chemist, and if I have to take one more trip to the Amazon, I’ll go crazy.”

She grinned broadly at him. It was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen. “Well I can certainly understand that. If you’re sure that’s all you want, I’ll see that it gets done as soon as possible. I’ll need to increase staff for this project, anyway.”

“Then we have a deal?”

“We have a deal.” She set the photos aside and picked up the jar, peering in for a better look at its occupant. “They stick this spider up the girl’s nose?”

“Yes. They let it crawl on a stick until it walks to the end, then they hold that end up to the girl’s nostril. It just seems to know to crawl inside. Once it’s in there, they pinch her nose together, not enough to injure the spider but enough to make it mad. Then it bites her and after that they put the spider back where they found it. The next morning, presto, instant Dolly Parton. I saw it with my own eyes. I watched a young, small breasted girl get bit, and when I saw her again the next morning, she was - well that’s her in this photo here. I knew it was the same girl because of her unusual hair.”

Summers paused contemplatively. “Tim, let me keep this specimen so I can get right to work on this. I’d also like to have a complete copy of all your field notes pertaining to this.”

“Okay. I’m still trying to enter those into computer, but with all my other paperwork, I haven’t had time.”

“Just get it to me at your earliest convenience.”

After some brief small talk, Tim left Dr. Summers’ office. She sat there for a few moments staring at the arachnid inside its glass cage. Before even beginning the work of synthesizing this spider’s venom, she had to know for sure if Tim was right about its effect. She worked up some nerve and opened the jar. Picking up her pencil, she stuck it into the vessel and encouraged the spider to crawl onto it. In a few seconds it did. She stood and walked to a mirror on the wall of her office and gingerly held the pencil’s end to her uptilted face. Using every shred of self-control available to her, she allowed it to crawl onto her skin and into her nostril. Instinctively, she pinched her nose together to keep it from crawling any further into her head, and it bit her. She shrieked and snorted the beast out. The bite had not been very painful, really. Hoping that no one had heard her yelp, she snatched up the empty jar and got down on the floor to recapture the valuable beast.

The remainder of the day passed without further incident, and she put the experiment temporarily out of her mind. That night before getting in bed, she stood topless in front of the mirror, feeling her large breasts to see if they had gotten any bigger. They seemed to be their normal size, which was extremely large. She had a sister who was an exotic dancer, calling herself “Melanie Melons” in order to advertise the fact that her boobs were among the biggest on the circuit. Irene Summers’ tits were bigger than her sister’s. She put on a nightgown and went to bed.

The next morning she got up and stumbled her way to the coffee machine, which had just finished automatically brewing a fresh pot. Once caffeine therapy was underway, she shuffled off to the bathroom. As she sat down on the commode, the sensation was noticeably different. She then fuzzily observed that beneath her pajama top, her bust had swollen dramatically overnight. She whisked off the top to see them. Her tits were still just as nicely shaped and tight as before, only now they were extraordinarily huge: much bigger than they had been just hours before!

She sat dumbfounded and amazed. Her hands instinctively went to her bosom, stroking its broadened surface and hefting its new mass. She sat on the toilet playing with her tumescent mammaries for several minutes before remembering the business at hand. When that was done, she stripped off her pajama bottoms and turned on the shower. Leaning into the stall to feel the water temperature, she watched her augmented boobs dangling from her torso, bobbling and undulating subtly. Once she was in the shower, she took much pleasure in the act of washing her enlarged bosom. As she soaped and rinsed, she caressed and kneaded her swollen breasts, savoring how delicious they felt as they swung, bounced, wiggled and squirmed. She observed to herself that their sensitivity had also increased as well. She was becoming quite aroused by these new sensations.

After having dried off, she was about to wrap the towel around herself when she discovered that she was going to need a much bigger towel if she was going to do that. So she hung the towel on a rack and walked nude into the bedroom. She got as far as snatching her favorite bra out of its drawer when she realized that, big as it was, it too needed to be a lot larger in order to accommodate her bombastic bosom. Then it dawned on her that dressing for work that day was going to require a lot more creativity that it normally did.

She started with panties and hose; nothing in that department had changed (thank goodness). Then, beginning at one end of her closet and working across, she scrutinized each garment closely, trying to imagine some ingenious way to cover herself. She had gone through nearly all of her clothes and was considering calling in sick when she came across a garment she’d forgotten about. It was a sleeveless summer dress with an elasticized bodice. She took it out and tried it on. It was hard work getting it over her enormous bosom, but she was successful, to her delight. The dress was not appropriate for work, however, so she picked out her largest lab coat to cover it. She made a mental note to use her lunch break to go out and buy herself some clothes that would fit.

Upon her arrival at work, she made the earliest appointment possible with the Director of Research and Development so she could get the extra unbudgeted funds necessary to begin the “Spider Project”. She was quickly granted the money. Her boss needed little convincing when confronted with the awesome evidence that bulged out from Dr. Summers’ chest. She also got the wheels turning for Tim’s transfer.

Tim started working with Dr. Summers within the first week after he was back from Brazil, much to his delight. He had been astounded by the amazing increase in the size her bust. In fact, the doctor was comforted by how positive Tim had seemed when he saw her. Although she was very aware that men liked big tits, she didn’t know if they liked them that big. She was glad that at least one did.

In the months that followed, significant progress was made toward developing a synthesized version of the spider venom that could be administered orally. The company had offered her a bonus if she could produce marketable results in a short time, so Tim and Irene (as he was now permitted to call her) worked closely together for long hours, often into the night. His love for her grew stronger every day, though he made no mention of it to her. He wondered if he was getting little signals that she was starting to be attracted to him, too. It was hard to tell.

After one particularly productive day, they were compelled to stay late simply because they were so close to being ready for testing the synthetic venom that they couldn’t bear to leave it undone. The last extraction had cooled and was ready to be blended into solution.

Finally Tim measured out the calculated volume as Irene watched intently. “It’ll be months before we can get permission from the government to begin testing on humans,” Irene commented as she took the small beaker from him. “I have to know if a synthetic serum will even work before the company can commit to further development.”

“What? Can’t they see - hey, wait a minute, Irene. You’re not thinking of testing that on yourself, are you?”

“What else can I do?”

“It’s too risky! I can’t let you do that!”

“I’m touched by your concern, Tim, but I am still the boss, you know. Anyway, what’s the risk? There’s nothing harmful in this stuff.”

She made it all so logical that Tim felt powerless to stop her. “I just don’t like the idea. Boss.”

She held up the beaker and looked at it. A scene from Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde suddenly popped into both their minds simultaneously and they had to laugh out loud. “What the heck,” she mumbled. She measured out what she estimated to be the amount equivalent to one spider bite, and poured it into a small plastic cup. As Tim watched helplessly, she tossed it down.

Making a bitter face, she announced, “It tastes horrible.”

“Well, it’s better than having a spider crawling up your nose, isn’t it?”

She laughed at him, proclaiming, “I need something to wash this down!”

As Tim went to fill a cup with water for her, he said, “We need to get out of this lab is what we need to do. It’s late.”

“You’re right. It’s Friday night for Pete’s sake.”

“You want to go over to Coogan’s and get something to eat?” He couldn’t believe he’d just asked her out. He had not consciously planned to do that; it just came out of his mouth. Her answer was equally surprising.

“That sounds great! Let me get my purse and we’ll go in my car.”

She came out of her office having taken off her lab coat. He was unaccustomed to seeing her without it. She was stunning. Her simple dress provided an exquisite profile of her magnificent bosom, which bounced provocatively as she walked. They closed up shop and went out to her car that waited in the nearly empty lot.

They arrived at the little restaurant Tim had suggested, and Irene was delighted with its atmosphere. They sat together long after their food had been eaten, chatting as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. Tim was in heaven. He adored this woman. He loved spending such an intimate time with her, becoming more friends than business associates. And the way she looked was driving him crazy. After a couple glasses of wine, she was considerably looser than normal. She’d undone the top two or three buttons on her dress to cool off a bit, and whenever she leaned forward to talk, her enormous breasts would press against the edge of the table and force a generous amount of cleavage up into sight. Once she dropped a spoon on the floor, and when she leaned over to get it, her bodice opened up briefly and he caught a quick, thrilling glimpse down between her incredible boobs.

Finally they got up from the table to leave, and she drove him back to his van at the Lab. She pulled up next to it and put on the parking brake. Tim thanked her for the ride and the good time, and was about to get out when she shut the car off. “Let me ask you a question, Tim.”

“Sure,” he said, closing the door again.

“Are we really on the right track with Spider Project?”

“I guess we’ll know in the morning, won’t we,” he counseled her with a fatherly look.

“No, I don’t mean that. I mean, are women really going want this product? Will they want to have breasts the size of mine? Well, not this big actually, ’cause I started out pretty big, and after that spider bite I’m probably too big. But what I mean is, will women want boobs like we saw in those pictures you brought back from the Amazon?”

“I bet most women would jump at the chance for a nice full bust. And as for you, Irene, you’re not too big. You look fantastic! You’re the most beautiful woman I know.”

She paused a moment. “My. Thank you, Tim.”

“Please don’t think I’m just buttering up the boss, either. I truly mean that.”

“I wish you’d stop thinking of me as The Boss. Technically I am, but we work together. If you could get around this “Boss” thing - who knows what might happen,” she said looking into his eyes.

He froze. Was she saying what he hoped she was saying? He was afraid to make a move for fear of offending her, and he was afraid of not making a move for fear of missing a wonderful opportunity. As if she could read his mind, she moved her hand over to his. That broke the dam. He reached up and touched her face, precipitating a delicious wet kiss. It was the best kiss Tim had ever had. She was enjoying herself as well, and the passion of the moment increased steadily. It wasn’t long before Irene took Tim’s hand and guided it to her enormous bosom. Embracing her boobs through the fabric of her dress, he thought how often he had fantasized of handling the expansive girth of this gorgeous woman’s huge bust, but actually doing so was more incredible than he’d ever imagined. With both hands he explored how big her breasts truly were, lavishing his enthusiastic caresses upon her immense boobs. The more he did, the more excited they both became.

“Oh Tim, that feels so good! You wouldn’t believe how horny I am,” she murmured between kisses. “It’s been so long since I’ve done it. Let’s make love right now! I’m too turned on to go anywhere, can we do it in my back seat?”

“I’ve got a bed in my van - I’m sure we’d be more comfortable there.”

“Ooo!” she said grinning slyly. “You’re prepared! Let’s go.”

They got out of her car and Tim opened the side door of the van. The interior was lavishly appointed, a far cry from the picture Irene had first imagined when he’d said there was a bed in his van. This was certainly no bare mattress thrown on the floor. This was a presidential suite. They climbed inside and as Tim closed the door she turned to face him. She looked into his eyes for a moment and then began unbuttoning her bodice from the top as Tim started from the bottom. In a few seconds, the dress fell open to her waist, revealing a colossal brassiere. Big as it was, it seemed inadequate to the task of containing Irene’s huge tits. “I had to have this bra specially made - the biggest one they’d ever done. It unhooks in front,” she said with a wink.

Tim took the hint and reached into the deep cleavage between her gigantic boobs, and after a moment of struggle, the clasp was unfastened. The brassiere sprang open, her ponderous bosom wiggling unfettered before him. Her mammoth mammaries jutted out from her torso as if they were straining toward him, begging to be caressed. Tim happily obliged. He took her magnificent boobs in his hands and fondled them lavishly. He stroked their broad surface, enjoying the heft and vastness of them. They felt incredibly solid. The skin of her breasts was soft, yet the flesh was firm and tight, as if her boobs had been filled so full that they were about to burst. As he played with them, they jostled and bobbed, dancing enticingly before him.

She reached down, unzipped his pants and slipped her hand over his erection. She made a little noise of pleasure as she stroked its length. With Irene working on his stiff cock, and him playing with her mind-boggling breasts, he felt more erect than he had ever been.

Fondling Irene required major arm movements because her tits were so incredibly enormous. They were almost perfectly spherical, except at her nipples, where they came to gentle points. Her nipples were profoundly large as well, distending to over an inch in length, and surrounded by areolea the size of saucers. As he continued to knead her immense bosom, she got more and more aroused, squirming excitedly. She in turn caressed his cock, bringing his passion to fever pitch. Finally they stopped to remove their clothing completely. As he undressed, he watched her step out of her dress. As she bent over, her gigantic breasts hung down nearly to the floor, swinging and bobbing pendulously. Standing upright again, she turned around to lay her clothes on a small dresser nearby. With her back to him, her tits were still plainly visible from behind, bulging out on either side of her. He grasped her around the waist from behind and kissed her neck. Pulling her close to him, he moved his hands up the front of her torso until he felt the undersides of her gigantic breasts brush against his hands. Pushing up against the considerable weight of her giant boobs, he admired their curvaceous thrusting bulk from over her shoulder as well as in the reflection in the dresser mirror. She leaned over, bracing one hand on top of the dresser, and with the other she reached between her legs to grasp his erection. Arching her back and thrusting up her prominent and well-rounded butt, she slipped his cock inside her. She was wet and ready. Once he entered her, she moved her hand up to help support herself on the dresser, and began reciprocating against his thrusts. She was deliciously tight.

As they pumped each other, he watched her giant breasts wobble and bounce heavily, dipping down and nodding furiously. After several minutes of this, they separated by unspoken assent. She turned facing him and they grabbed each other passionately. In a moment Tim had maneuvered Irene to the bed and eased her down on her back. She spread her legs wide and grasped his throbbing cock, guiding it home. As he slipped inside her again, he marveled at the way her huge boobs jutted up so boldly from her supine form. It felt fantastic to lie on top of her with those enormous tits pressed naked against his own bare chest. He probed her succulence for a long time, taking exultant pleasure in her extreme femininity. He felt like he could go on for hours. Irene marveled at his lovemaking, and came several times before he finally did. He virtually exploded inside her, provoking her final orgasm.

Lying together on the bed, they basked in spent ecstasy, still caressing and kissing. Finally Irene sat up. “I need to get going, Tim. This is a wonderful development in our relationship, don’t you think?”

Without hesitating, he answered, “I’ve been wanting you for a long time Irene. It’s like a dream come true.”

She gazed at him lovingly. “You’re so sweet. Such a gentleman. And you make me feel so sexy. I can’t get enough!”

Tim laughed. “You are sexy! Incredibly so.” He watched her luscious body as she retrieved her clothes and put them on. “Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked.

“I’d love that.”

“Dinner again?”

“Everything again!” she cooed, smiling.

“Great! I’ll call you.”

Sleeping late on Saturday morning was something she looked forward to every week. When consciousness dawned inside her head, she peeked out at her alarm clock. Can that be right? I never sleep this late. Well, I must have needed it. She rolled toward the edge of the bed but was stopped. There was something in the way. She sucked in a gasp, threw back the covers and sat up.

Her nightgown, purchased not long ago to accommodate her increased bustline, was ruined, ripped open in front where her enormous tits swelled out from her chest, even larger than they had been. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she reached out and ran her hands across the skin of her gigantic breasts. They were so big they overflowed her lap and bulged out over her knees. She spread her legs apart and let them hang free, bobbing and swinging heavily. It was amazing: seemingly impossible. No stretch marks, no sagging, with an incredible increase in size. Her ponderous tits jutted way out before her, bigger than she’d ever imagined they could get. “Good grief!” she exclaimed.

She stood up and walked across the room, her swollen mammaries quivering and swaying to and fro. She gazed into a mirror, which reflected the image of her incredible body. Letting the nightgown slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor, she examined the sight. Her colossal breasts, nodding and trembling, protruded from her torso excessively, projecting out into space like twin dirigibles moored in the breeze. It was an absolutely startling, breathtaking vision.

Having learned from her previous sudden increase in bust size, she had bought a few extra-large items of clothing to keep on hand for just this occasion. One was a cavernous Mother Hubbard style dress that would be plenty big enough for any set of tits. Or so she thought until she put it on. Her boobs were much more immense than she could have anticipated, nearly too big even for this billowy dress. But she did manage to squeeze it on, stretching it so tight across her massive bosom that the elastic in the neckline was extended to its maximum, creating a deep plunging cut that exposed acres of delightful cleavage. Her nipples poked out into the fabric as if in protest. Even though she had succeeded in getting the dress on, it didn’t exactly fit right. Her huge boobs took up so much material in the front of the dress that the hemline was much higher there than in back. She could only see this in the mirror since her direct view was blocked by her giant bosom. She donned a pair of jeans and tucked in the dress, in order to solve the problem of the hemline. This seemed to work well. Even though her breasts were so enormous that they bulged out well below the waistline of her pants, at least she was covered.

She felt compelled to drive over to her office to make some notes about what had happened. She started toward the next room where she thought she’d left her car keys, but stopped when she got to her bedroom door. Her bust was significantly wider than the doorframe! She looked down at herself and marveled that she was actually going to have to turn sideways to get through the door, but that thought was superseded by further amazement when she discovered that her breasts were too enormous even for that. Her tits were now so immense that she actually could not even get through the door!

“I’m trapped!” she murmured out loud, trying in vain to force her way through. Momentarily she gave up and sat down on the edge of her bed. The only thing she could think of to do was call Tim. He was the only person who would understand her predicament, and besides, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. And the more she thought about the previous night, the hornier she got.

The phone rang twice and his familiar voice answered, “Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Irene.”

“Irene! How are you? Oh! I mean, how are you?”

“Well, we have a winner. We just have to fine tune the dosage a little.”

“Why do you say that?” he asked.

“I hope you like really big boobs, Tim.”

“You know I do.”

“I mean really big!”

“What happened, Irene?” he demanded.

“I’m now the proud owner of what is certainly the biggest pair of tits any woman has ever had!”

“Yeah? Well, how big are they?”

“BIG big! I can’t get out the door.” He laughed, thinking she was exaggerating to be funny. “I’m not kidding, Tim, I cannot leave my bedroom! I need your help.”

He stopped laughing. “What?! You’re serious? Uh, yeah, sure. What do you want me to do?”

“Can you come over to my house right now?”

“Of course.”

“When you get here, park in the driveway and then come around back. The key’s on a ledge over the back door.”

“Okay, give me your address.”

Letting himself in, he called out, “Irene?”

“Upstairs, Tim!” she hollered.

He found the stairs and bounded up. “Where are you?”

“In here! Did you have any trouble finding the house?”

“Not at all. I did take one little wrong turn over there at -” Coming through the door, he stopped in his tracks when he saw her. She was standing there in the middle of the floor and her swollen tits seemed to fill the entire room. She looked even sexier now than she had before. He was at a loss for words.

“Are you just going to stand there with your mouth open?”

“Irene! You - your boobs! They’re so big! I mean they’re so big!”

“They’re too big, aren’t they?”

“Oh, no way, baby. You look fantastic!”

“Well why don’t you come over here and open your presents.”

He grinned and walked to her waiting arms. Her gigantic bosom made it somewhat difficult to touch his lips to hers, but they managed. After kissing her long and deep, he stepped back and surveyed her goliath bosom. She quickly pulled the Mother Hubbard dress out of her jeans and whisked it off, exposing her tremendous pair of swollen tits. The sight stunned him. They swayed slowly in wide arcs, wobbling gravidly.

“Irene, they’re beautiful! They’re so incredibly big!”

“They’re really heavy, too. Pick one up.” It was with great pleasure that he obliged, hefting one mammoth mammary in both arms. He lifted it to his face and took the nipple in his mouth. As he sucked, she started wiggling out of her jeans and said, “My breasts have always been very sensitive to the pleasure of touch. Then when my boobs got so much bigger after I let that spider of yours bite me, they became even more sensitive. Just washing them in the shower made me horny. And now that they’re this huge, what you’re doing there is driving me absolutely crazy!”

“Well I guess we’ll just have to take care of that, won’t we?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.” They giggled at each other.

Tim threw his clothes off and began exploring her incredible body as she attacked him with frenzied passion. Dealing with such an extraordinarily huge pair of tits was a new situation for both of them. Tim learned that if he wanted to get close to his lover, he had to separate her boobs and stand between them. It was a delicious experience for him to be standing in the middle of an enormous bosom, sucking face with the owner. Irene had to be careful how she moved, because once a pair of boobs the size and weight of hers starts moving, anything that got in their way was in danger. She accidentally knocked Tim over once by turning around too fast. After a long period of foreplay and lovemaking on the floor, they agreed it was time to move over to the bed. With her gigantic tits resting on the floor, Irene got to her knees and tried to stand, but could not get her balance. She laughed at herself, calling out, “Help, my boobs are too big and I can’t get up!”

He laughed with her and said, “Wait a minute, stay like that and just lean on top of them.” As she did so, her immense bosom bulged out beneath her, supporting her body weight, and with her spectacular ass raised up, she made an alluring target for rear entry. After she came a couple of times in that position, he helped her lift her breasts up onto the bed, and they continued doing it doggie style. The wall next to her bed was mirrored, and Tim had an excellent view of Irene from the front as well. She stood on the floor, leaning over and clutching her mountainous boobs, which rested on the bed before her. As he pumped her, her great nipples wiggled and shook like dollops of cream on two 50-gallon globes of Jell-O. She began climaxing in just a few minutes, and continued to do so over and over, groaning and sighing repeatedly.

Finally she moaned, “Wait! Let me take a break!” They separated and sat beside each other on the bed.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She laughed. “Hey, I’m doing wonderful! You’re wonderful! I just need to stop coming for a minute,” she said with a giggle. She reached over and stroked his stiff cock. “Let me get on top of you. That way I’ll be in control,” she said with a sly grin, “and I can make you come over and over again.”

“Actually, Doctor, It’s my understanding that it’s physiologically impossible for a man to -”

She pushed her grinning lover onto his back and began by administering some potent oral sex. Then she sat up and scooted her colossal breasts forward one at a time so she could position herself over him. As she lowered her wet pussy onto his swollen erection, her enormous breasts towered over him on either side of his head. He clutched as much of her magnificent bosom as he could and hugged it close to him, kissing her skin and burying his face deep in her vast cleavage. She moved up and down on his dick, coaxing sensations of pleasure out of him that he’d never known. He was overwhelmed by the orgasm that came, amazed by occurrence of the second one, and flabbergasted by the third.

As he lay there quivering, Irene raised herself up fully on her knees so her immense mammaries lifted off the bed. Smiling down on him, she began swaying her body so her gigantic tits swung back and forth just inches above his head. He felt the breeze on his face with each pass of her enormous swinging boobs. Then he stopped them, taking one in each hand and played with their voluminous bulk. He lifted them up, rolled them around and bounced them in his hands. Their weight was too much for him to hold them up too long.

“They are really heavy,” he announced. “Are you going to be able to manage having breasts this big?”

“I’m going to have to.”

“Well I suppose you could have them reduced.”

“Do you think they’re too big?”

“No, I didn’t mean that at all! They’re fantastic! These are the most beautiful boobs in the world! They could never be too big for me. I just feel guilty asking you to carry around a couple of hundred pound tits. It’s selfish.

“I was thinking about this while I was waiting for you to come over. I will have to make a few adjustments to my life. After all, nobody’s ever had a bosom this big before. But it’s nothing I can’t overcome. I’ve always loved having really big tits. A few months ago when they got even bigger, I found that I loved it that much more. And now that I’m this big,” she said, patting the bulging sides of her swollen bosom, “I think I’m really going to like it. Think what great advertising it’s going to be for our new product wherever I go. I could make appearances on the TV talk show circuit as The Woman With the Biggest Boobs in the world, and then all I have to do is tell everyone about our new drug.”

“Dr. Summer’s Amazing Arachnological Mammary Maximizer.”

She chuckled at him. “I think we should let Marketing name it. Anyway, I’m excited about our success, even if it does mean a major change in how I live. I’ll have to have some remodeling done on this house so I can get in and out. I’ll have to modify my car so I can drive.”

“Why don’t you just let me drive you around everywhere?” he asked, separating her ponderous knockers so he could see her face.

She grinned at him. “That’d require you to spend almost all your time with me. That’s quite a commitment, fella.”

Gently stroking the expansive surface of her gloriously oversized breasts, he quietly commented, “It’s a commitment that I wouldn’t have to think twice about. I’m not pressuring you, but I’ve been crazy about you for a long time. It started out as infatuation, I guess, but the more I get to know you, the deeper my feelings for you grow. I’m hopelessly in love with you, Irene.”

As she gazed at him, a tear ran down her cheek. “I was hoping you were. I’ve fallen in love with you, too.”

Dr. Irene Summers quickly adjusted to her new extreme bust size, and caused a sensation wherever she went. The synthetic spider venom was eventually approved and went to market, making the people at Lemmonde Laboratories very rich, including Irene and Tim. (Without Tim’s knowledge, Irene had negotiated a piece of the action for him, too, at the very beginning.) She had the doors in her house widened, bought a whole new wardrobe, and Tim drove her everywhere she needed to go. She had never known such a devoted lover. After they got married, they built a new house with extra wide doors and other special conveniences to accommodate her tremendous bosom.

Within two years they decided that they didn’t need any more money than they already had, and they took an early retirement so they could concentrate on starting a family. Sex just kept getting better and better, and trying to get pregnant was a delightful chore. Irene conceived, and in nine months bore a beautiful baby girl.

And as happens with nursing mothers, Irene experienced a dramatic increase in breast size when her milk came in.