Succubus

by

Steve Palmer

THERE WAS SOMETHING unusual about the small town of Ponaca, Wisconsin.  It may have been some gene that had passed from family to family as the limited population intermarried, or possibly something in the water, or an unknown radiation coming up from the bedrock over which the town was built.  Whatever the cause, the women of Ponaca tended to possess unusually large bosoms.  It was an everyday occurrence to see women of various ages with breasts about the size of honeydew melons.  Such buxomness was so common, in fact, that there was a large thriving store in the small town specializing in custom made brassieres.  In Ponaca, a woman with a 40-inch bustline would be considered flat chested.  A 50 or 60 inch bust was more the norm.  Of course, in any town you’ll find women with larger than average breasts.  In Ponaca, such women were also found, but to be unusually large breasted in Ponaca meant having a chest measurement of at least 70 or 75 inches.  A real head-turner would measure in the 80 to 90 inch range, and indeed, several such cases could be found there.  There were also two or three extremely well endowed Ponacan females whose bustlines approached the 100-inch mark.  Women this big looked like they had stuffed their sweaters with a pair of ripe pumpkins.  (A local legend maintains that “ponaca” is a combination of two Indian words, one meaning “mammaries” and the other meaning “to overflow”).

There is also a rare condition, not related to the phenomenon in Ponaca, known as “virginal hypertrophy”, where a young girl’s bosom essentially forgets to stop growing.  Nina Lattamore’s random contraction of virginal hypertrophy made her a unique individual.  In addition to this condition, the women in her family had historically been unusually big bosomed to begin with.  Plus, her hormones had already predestined her to be extremely big breasted in addition to all that.  Plus, Nina was born and raised in Ponaca.

Pretty little Nina began turning into a woman at the age of nine.  By the time her mom found out she was developing, she was already too big for a mere training bra.  They went down to the corsetiére and had her first brassiere made.  It was unusual, even in Ponaca, to have to make a bra with a cup so big to fit a girl so small.  Nina’s hormones were churning.  She had a 42-inch bust at the age of 12, and was growing up fast.  By the time the rest of her body started looking like a grown woman - around age 15 - her bustline measured 63 inches!  She now had to use a 96-inch measuring tape in order to span the girth of her ballooning bosom, as the standard 60 inch tape was no longer sufficient.

She went to the senior prom when she was 17 wearing a low cut dress that showed off the deep cleavage of her fabulous 82-inch bosom.  Any formal event in Ponaca was a tit-man’s dream, not only because of the number of women with extremely large busts, but also because there seemed to be some rivalry as to how much of her pulchritude each woman was daring enough to reveal in public.  Amongst all this competition, Nina was clearly the most abundantly endowed girl at the prom.  Her lavish boobs bulged out from her chest breathtakingly, and seemed always at the brink of rolling out of her brazenly plunging neckline.  At her graduation her billowing robe could not conceal the fact that there was a huge set of boobs bobbling underneath.

She decided to work in town for a couple years so she could earn money for college.  During that time her tits continued to swell at an astounding rate.  Their growth was so rapid that every day Nina had to rub cocoa butter into the skin of her enormous breasts to prevent stretch marks.  They grew so fast that she could barely keep herself in the right size clothes.  When her bust had grown beyond the 96-inch mark, a new 144-inch measuring tape had to be specially made because she had exceeded the capacity of her old one. 

By the time she was ready for college, her measurements were 118-22-37!  She attended a nearby branch of the state university in Eau Claire, where she turned heads everywhere she went. She was striking not merely because her tits were astoundingly gigantic, but also because of her gorgeous long legs, perfect round fanny, tiny waist, lovely long wavy hair, and a face that was absolutely angelic. By the end of her freshman year, her bust had expanded to a phenomenal 126 inches: so big that she had great difficulty reaching around them whenever she needed to take her measurements.

Her rapid growth rate began to decelerate toward the end of her sophomore year in college.  She had realized that her development was slowing down when she took her measurements that spring, preparing to make herself a new swimsuit.  (She had to do this every year because her tits were far too enormous for her to find a top at a retail store, and any suit that she had made for herself the previous season would be several inches too small in the bust by the following summer.)  Her immense boobs measured 131 inches, an increase of ‘only’ 5 inches in that year.  Although most women would kill for growth like that in any year, Nina was somewhat disappointed, because she had experienced more than ten inches of development in past years.  Besides, the bigger her breasts got, the more she enjoyed having them that big.  She wondered if any other woman had ever had tits so enormous.  She loved the looks she got from men, and she loved having sex with guys who appreciated fantastically oversized boobs.

By the time she graduated from college, her measurements were an astounding 139-22-38.  During her senior year she made extra money dancing topless at a local bar.  She started out by entering a wet T-shirt contest, which she won hands down, and the manager was so impressed with her (as was everyone else), that he offered her a permanent position.  She didn’t want to do it at first (it had taken all of her courage to just get on stage for the contest) but the man kept offering her more money until she had to accept.  She could earn more money dancing one night than she’d made in a week at the job she’d had before college.  Since she had been working at the bar, business had increased so dramatically that they had to expand.

They billed her as the woman with “The World’s Biggest Breasts”, and part of her act was to have two members of the audience measure her ponderous bust on stage.  She would chose a couple who had come in together, because this usually made for humorous interaction between them as they wrapped a measuring tape around Nina’s swollen mammaries.

Her act was unlike anything anybody had ever seen.  Chiefly because her tits were bigger than anyone had ever seen or imagined.  They billowed out lavishly in front of her, protruding profoundly from high on her chest, ballooning out to each side and down below her hips.  In spite of the fact that her tits were so astoundingly huge, they did not sag.  They were fat and spherical, so full that they seemed ready to burst.  The action of merely walking sent tremendous undulations reverberating through their vast flesh.  Nina had gone to the corsetiére in Ponaca and had a special bra made for her act.  It was designed to compress her boobs as much as possible, being made almost entirely out of elastic.  The shop did quite a good job because they were well versed in constructing bras that would make oversized bosoms look smaller.  Nina would come out on stage wearing a sexy low-cut red dress that came up to mid-thigh to show off her knockout legs.  There was a zipper down the front of the dress, which a member of the audience would unzip with his teeth, revealing the bra that was even more deeply cut.  She would tease for a while by removing her stockings, shoes and other minor articles until she was down to the bra and a G-string.  Then she would stand on the most prominent part of the stage, thrust her chest forward and slowly unfasten the clasps that held the brassiere together.  Most of the fasteners were just for show, but the last one was strategically designed.  When she unhooked it, her tightly packed knockers would spring out free, bouncing heavily before her, revealed as even bigger than they had seemed.  Nina’s breasts were so massive that when they bounced, her entire torso would jerk from their weight.

Later in her act she would get down on her hands and knees at the front of the stage, with her immense tits dangling down over the stage.  She’d quip, “Mind if I hang out with you fellas?”  and the lucky men seated nearby were allowed to reach out and cop a feel of her fantastic tits.  Then she would crawl backwards so her mammoth boobs were pulled up onto the stage, their full weight on the floor.  She had a number of moves she’d do from that position, like rolling one enormous breast on top of the other.  From her hands and knees, she would spread her great boobs apart and do a graceful backward somersault, and throughout the entire flip, they did not leave the floor, but just rolled along with her on either side.  This left her sitting flat on the stage, flanked by her two gargantuan tits resting beside her.

When the music ended and her dancing was over, the audience always wanted more, so she would follow up by calling a man up on stage, always choosing the most frail, shy-looking guy she could find.  She made him lift one of her colossal tits in both arms while she spoke to the audience about the practical considerations of having such enormous boobs.  While she talked, the poor man would begin struggling to keep from dropping her tremendously heavy mammary, which provided a comical sight for the rest of the audience.  Usually he would give up and let go, and her mammoth tit would bounce free.  Before sending him back to his seat, she would pretend to reward him with a hug, drawing him between her great zeppelins and trapping him there by pressing her tits together against him.  This left the poor man with only his head and shoulders sticking up from between Nina’s goliath bosoms.  Even though the situation was somewhat embarrassing for the man she chose, it was certain he would go away delighted.

After a period of time, Nina was offered a sizable amount of money to pose for a photography session.  A group of investors with a fondness for inordinately large bosoms had gotten together on a project to find and photograph the most buxom women from all over the world.  These investors were well funded, and were offering substantial sums to ladies with the largest bosoms on earth, many of whom had never even considered baring their abundance before a lens.  The amount of money they offered was very persuasive in helping shy ladies overcome their modesty.  The photography was artistically done and all the models were guaranteed proper treatment.

The group had followed rumors to find the town of Ponaca; a gold mine of huge bosoms.  But it was not just size they were after; they contracted only with women who were slim and attractive.  During the heavy photography sessions in the Ponaca area, a phone call from one of their scouts came in to the temporary office where they were doing business in the area.

“Hello, G.T. Enterprises...  Well hey there, Nicholas - what’s up?...  uh-huh...”

Another member of their team overheard from across the room.  “Is that Nick? Where is he?”

“Wait a minute, Nick.  Yeah, he’s over near the college.  He’s saying something about a girl with a 39-inch bust.  Huh?  Wait a minute.  What, Nick?...  A hundred and thirty-nine inches?  You’re shitting me...  Frankly that’s a little hard to believe...  She does?  Well let’s go catch her act.  When is she dancing again?...  Good.  We’ll meet you there.  Give me some directions.”

The staff took their scout’s story with a grain of salt until they actually saw Nina perform at the club where she worked.  They could barely believe their eyes.  After she finished her act, they met with her and explained their professional interest in her.  Nina was at first standoffish about posing for a magazine, but after much assurance and an offer of more money than she could make in a year by dancing, she accepted.

2

KATHRYN WARREN DIDN’T know if she was completely awake yet or still dreaming.  Lying in bed at about 3:00 AM, she had just dreamt that she had been having sex with another woman.  This was somewhat disturbing for two reasons: first, she was not a lesbian and had never been inclined in that direction, and second, she had been enjoying it.  The one outstanding detail she remembered about her dream partner was the size of her tits: they were immense.  Even as she lay there looking up at the ceiling she could still feel the weight of the enormous-breasted woman on top of her.  As she concentrated, the sensation of the woman’s entire body came back over her like the memory an aroma can suddenly bring to mind.

But this was no memory, nor was it a dream.  This person was what humans call a succubus: a female spirit that usually comes in the night to have sex with men in their sleep.  However this was not your run-of-the-mill succubus.  Her gigantic breasts were the manifestation of great malevolent spiritual power that was being directed at Kathryn and would change the course of her life.  As the succubus lay on her, that power poured into Kathryn’s body and had the short-term effect of producing intense sexual stimulation.

Kate felt herself becoming more and more turned on, seemingly by nothing but the memory of a dream.  As her desire intensified, she started to squirm.  In her mind she observed how odd it was, and considered masturbating in order to relieve her distress.  Kate did not make a practice of masturbation and could not decide what to do, but her body took control and embraced the fervor. She twitched and writhed with abandon and inexplicably reached a fierce orgasm faster than she ever had in her life.

The succubus rose up in the air above Kathryn and looked down at her.  The spirit mouthed words that could not be heard or understood in this world, and then was gone.

Kate lay there in spent satisfaction, and after a minute began laughing quietly at herself.  I must be one horny girl, she thought.  Then her laughter suddenly subsided as the truth of that thought dredged up painful memories of rejection by men she had yearned for and who had not returned her desire.  She felt clumsy and unattractive around the opposite sex, and over the years these feelings had given birth to an anger deep within her, because she knew she deserved better.  She would go for long periods of time without pursuing romance, and then she would venture out of her self-imposed exile, only to find once more that love was as imperfect as the people who loved.  Then Kathryn would retreat from the world, and the hurt would get stuffed down again, submerged into her subconscious along with the memories of her dead abusive father.

Anger fought its way into her mind against the peace of sexual release.  She rolled over and sought sleep, which would only come to her fitfully for the rest of that night.

3

MRS. ELSA SANDERS had hired Jennifer Harris through an ad in the Minneapolis News-Herald.  She’d placed ads in several papers across the state, and had interviewed well over a hundred applicants before employing Jenny, whom she’d hired on the spot.  Her responsibilities were simple enough: to take care of the old woman, get her groceries, cook and do her housework.  In exchange, Jennifer was paid a generous wage and given free room and board.  Mrs. Sanders was not so feeble that she needed any great care.  In fact she was still spry and lucid enough at 86 to do all those things for herself.  Jenny suspected that she just wanted the company.

At first, her employer seemed a little odd to her: a tiny shriveled up old lady whose great bosom seemed out of proportion, hanging below her waist.  But after seven years of service, a bond had developed between the two.  When the old woman fell gravely ill, Jennifer was extremely concerned; not that her position may come to an end, but that she might lose a dear friend.

It was Mrs. Sanders’ last night on earth when she called Jenny into her bedroom.  She entered the softly lit room and stood by the bed.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Scoot that chair over here and sit next to me dear, I want to talk to you.”  Jenny moved the antique nearer the bed and sat down.  “I’m a selfish old woman, you know,” she began.

“Nonsense, Elsa, you’re -”

“Hush, now,” she interrupted.  “Let me say what I’ve got to say.  I’ve been holding out on you Jennifer.”  Jenny gave her a puzzled look, but maintained her silence.  “You’ve been with me since you were just out of school.  I hired you because I was looking for someone special, and you are that person, Jenny.  I knew it as soon as I first saw you.  I chose you just as I was chosen almost 70 years ago.  My predecessor, for lack of a better word, was Mrs. Mary Kenney.  She bestowed upon me what I am about to bestow upon you, young lady.  I was not quite 20 years old, and had never had a boyfriend.  Just a plain Jane with a figure like a beanpole.  Mrs. Kenney was in her nineties, just two years before she passed on, when she called me into her parlor and told me that she could no longer fulfill her office and it was going to be mine from then on.  I was told to pass this gift along when I was through with it.  Well, I should have done that years ago, Jennifer, and I’m sorry.  But now my time is near, and I can’t put it off any longer.

“You’re 25 years old now, and I dare say that in all the years you’ve been here, the young men coming to call on you have been few enough to count on one hand.  I know what it’s like, child.  Men are attracted by what they see.  But it’s what’s inside a girl that keeps ’em.  On that score, you’re mightily blessed.  You’re just too shy to let it come through, and that comes from havin’ no self-confidence.  You got to believe in yourself, Jenny.”

“I know you’re right, Elsa.  I just can’t.  Whenever a man pays attention to me, he’s either a creep, or I get so flustered that I make a fool out of myself.”

Elsa Sanders chuckled.  “How well I know.  I was so much like you before the gift.”

“What is this ‘gift’ you keep talking about?”

She lowered her voice to a whisper and replied, “It’s magic.  Real magic.  There’s a photo album on the bottom shelf of that bookcase over there; bring it to me please, dear.” 

Jennifer got up and walked over to the bookcase and stooped down.  She found an old worn leather-bound album and held it up.  “This one?”

“That’s it.”  She brought the book over to Elsa and sat down.  “Let’s see.  Now, here’s a picture of me when I was 18 years old.” She turned the album around and Jenny studied the faded sepia print showing a young woman with no particular attractiveness.  Mrs. Sanders took the book back and flipped over a couple of pages.  “And here I am at 21.”  Jennifer looked at the photo when it was passed to her.  At first she didn’t think it could be the same woman, but on close scrutiny, she saw that it was.  Her features seemed fuller, brighter.  It was a beautiful face.  There was a tiny waist and round full hips where before there had been little differentiation.  The flapper-style dress showed lovely curvaceous legs instead of the knobby-kneed sticks in the previous picture.  Most dramatic was the increase in bust size.  Instead of being quite flat chested as she had been, the Elsa in this picture had extremely large, full breasts that more resembled the great bosom she now possessed, except that in the picture from her youth, they were high and firm.  Jenny gave Elsa a confused look.

The old woman reached over and placed her hand on her young friend’s arm.  “I must pass on what I’ve been given, as you, Jennifer, will also give it to another when you are through.”  Jenny felt a tingling warmth flowing into her from Elsa’s hand.  “It is fullness.”  The sensation moved through her shoulders and into her head.  “It is femininity.”  It flowed into her breasts and made her nipples erect.  “It is a fountain that will water you all your life.”  It washed down through her waist, and into her legs.  She became aware that she was sexually aroused.  “You are much prettier than I was when I received this.  And your figure is more attractive too.  You just haven’t had the courage to let those things shine through.  Now you will.  And now those blessings are multiplied.  You will be called upon to bestow the blessings of full femininity to many others.  And when you pass your calling on, your own fullness will be added along for the next, as it has been from generation to generation, as long as this gift has been among women on the earth.  Hundreds of years, child.  Thousands.”  She moved her hand from Jennifer’s arm, and smiled at her warmly.  Jenny had no idea what to say: it was all so strange.  She couldn’t really believe the ramblings of a sick old woman, but then, she had felt something.  Probably psychologically induced.

The old woman seemed to be finished speaking.  After a few moments, a discomfort dawned on Jenny.  She tried to push it back out of her consciousness, but it only increased.  Her underwear was becoming unbearably tight.  She tugged at it discreetly, but that didn’t help.  Inside her clothing, miraculous changes were taking place in Jenny’s body.  The musculature of her legs, waist and buttocks was rearranging itself.  Her pelvis was widening a bit as her waist narrowed.  Her hair was even lengthening and thickening.

Her breasts, however, were undergoing the most dramatic change.  They were swelling steadily, bulging forcefully against her bra.  The undergarment made snapping and popping noises as the hook at the back began unbending and the stitching that held the straps unraveled.  Finally the brassiere was stressed beyond its ability to withstand, and it burst from around her ballooning breasts.  Jennifer let out a startled cry and clutched her chest.  “Elsa, help me, something’s wrong with me!”

“Don’t be afraid, child,” the old woman whispered weakly.  She reached for the girl’s hand and held it as the metamorphosis continued.  Her swelling tits now strained against the front of her blouse, protruding from her chest much more profoundly than the garment had been designed for.  She tried to take it off, but the stress that her expanding bosom was applying to the buttons made it impossible for her to unfasten them.  Finally, one by one, they popped, and out of her blouse leapt two extremely large breasts.  Jennifer looked down at them and gasped.

“Elsa, my boobs are so big!”

“There is power in a woman’s bosom, Jenny.  You’ll find that out.  Power for good or power for evil.  You have been chosen to be next in a long line of very special ladies whose task is to do good among women: to heal and change - and to counter those who are also among us to use this power for harm.  I should have been around to teach you and show you, but now I won’t be.  However there will be help given to you.  You won’t be alone.  You’ll be the best yet, dear.”

Jenny was about to ask her what she meant, but was distracted when she realized that her boobs were still growing.  She had no idea what an alluring picture she made as she sat there with her blouse open and her grandiose bosom exposed.  Her breasts were expanding visibly, nodding and swelling with each heartbeat, like great balloons being inflated.

By the time the changes in Jenny’s body seemed complete, her tits were magnificently huge, bulging out from her bared chest, solid and tight.  They were even bigger than Elsa’s huge breasts had been, jutting straight out from her torso like two rockets straining for escape.  Jenny sat long into the night listening to Elsa explain about many strange and wonderful things that she would now be able to do, and finally Elsa told her to go to bed and get some rest.

She shuffled into her own bedroom as if in a trance, managed to stretch her most oversized nightgown over her immense bosom, and went to sleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.  Elsa Sanders soon fell asleep as well, and as the night progressed, she slipped into the deeper sleep, and dreamed a dream more real than being awake.

Jenny awoke early the next morning, lying in bed with a growing awareness that something was different.  When she sat up on the edge of the bed, her huge boobs rolled their massive weight downward against the front of her nightshirt.  Then Jenny remembered the events of the previous evening.  She grasped at the sight of her enormous breasts and felt their strange new bulk.  Getting up, she plodded into the bathroom, and stripped her nightgown off to look at herself in the mirror.  There, looking back at her, was a Jenny she’d never seen before.  Not just her bosom had changed; her entire body was different: more voluptuous - erotic.  Her hair was fuller, her legs were curvier and even seemed longer, and her eyes were actually bigger and bluer.  This was a very sexy Jenny.

She hurried into Elsa’s room to ask so many questions and be comforted, but when she got there, there was no comfort to be found.  There was only the frail, small-bosomed frame that Elsa had left behind. 

4

JOEY PRUETTE WAS 15 years old and very shy, especially around the opposite sex.  His shyness toward girls was not due to a lack of interest; to the contrary, he loved everything about them.  They were a wonderful mystery to him, and their bodies were a delight to his eye.  The swell of the female breast held a particular attraction for him, and it was no accident that the magazine he was about to find on his shortcut home from school featured lovely women with enormous bosoms.

He spotted a plastic shopping bag lying by the path through the woods.  When he looked inside the bag, his hopes were more than just fulfilled, they were surpassed.  He wandered off the path to a secluded spot and sat down on a log to study his discovery.

On the cover was a photograph of a gorgeous blonde in a tiny bikini.  Her boobs were huge: each was the size of the big world globe in Mr. Eisner’s geography class.  They bulged out from her chest magnificently, bigger than anything Joey had ever imagined, and Joey had imagined some pretty large mammaries.  Her nipples were poking out against the fabric of her top like somebody’s thumbs were in there.  Above her, the title of the magazine was emblazoned in vibrant red letters: ‘Giant Tits’.  Under the masthead in smaller letters was the phrase: ‘Featuring the World’s Biggest Breasts’.  He opened the magazine and began leafing through it in a cursory manner.  He would later go back for more intensive study, but now was the time to quickly scan what sort of treasure was now in his possession.  The book was quite thick, filled with startling photographs of beautiful girls with astoundingly big boobs.  He turned page after page, gazing with open mouth at pictures of knockout models with immense bosoms.  They appeared in various stages of dress and undress; some completely nude, with all their vast abundance hanging out, some wore skimpy swimsuits out of which their breasts seemed to burst, others were fully dressed or almost so.  Some of the sexiest photos were these that exposed less flesh (although all the photography emphasized and highlighted the models’ imposing bosoms).

There was a series of pictures featuring one girl wearing a slinky evening dress.  It was extremely low-cut and revealed the extensive cleavage between her huge boobs.  The gown had obviously been tailored to accommodate a tremendous pair of breasts, but this young woman was so big that she looked ready to overflow the vast bodice.  The first photo showed her in semi-profile, with the contour of her copious bust protruding in profound definition against the background.  The next showed her bending forward in such a way that her colossal tits seemed about to fall out of her dress.  In the third picture she had pulled the neckline of her gown down, baring her voluminous bosom.  Unfettered, her enormous breasts swelled out from her chest even more magnificently.

Another spread showed a girl cavorting nude in a swimming pool.  Her massive tits floated in the water like icebergs.  There was one picture in which she had submerged face up, and all that was visible of her were the tops of her mammoth knockers, rising out of the water like twin islands out of the sea.

There were hundreds of other shots of lovely ladies displaying their incredibly large mammaries, but toward the back pages was a feature on a woman whose breasts were so astonishingly enormous that she stood out among all the other models in the magazine.  Her tits were simply gigantic.  Thrusting tremendously from her torso, her titanic boobs seemed to defy gravity in spite of their ponderous size.  Page after page was devoted to this exceedingly bosomy girl.  There was no angle or pose that could hide her unbelievably huge breasts.  In a picture of her wearing jeans and a T-shirt with no bra, her gargantuan breasts stretched the fabric of the shirt almost to transparency.  Her mountainous boobs swelled out below her waistline, and the shirttail made its return upward to be tucked into her jeans in front, like the belly of an extremely fat man.

But this woman, that the magazine called “Nina”, was not at all fat.  After several minutes of gawking at her stupendous tits, Joey began to realize how incredibly beautiful she was in every other way as well.  Her giant breasts were as perfectly shaped as they were enormous, bulging out spherically to gently pointed tips that were capped by lusciously bold nipples.  Her waist was tiny, though it was occluded in frontal views by the sheer volume of her staggeringly huge boobs.  From her dainty waist, her hips widened gorgeously, with lovely round buttocks forming a breathtaking derriere.  Her legs were long and beautifully shaped.  Her long, wavy auburn hair framed a face that, in addition to being exquisitely lovely, also beamed with charm, honesty, and humor.

Joey’s heart pounded for her.  This is a perfect woman, he thought to himself.  She’s flawless.  The text that accompanied the photography listed her measurements as 139-22-38.  He looked at her colossal tits again and muttered under his breath, “A hundred and thirty-nine inches!”

One photo showed her lying on her back.  Her immense boobs had rolled over to rest on the floor to either side of her, the nipples pointing up into space at diverging angles.  The sheer volume of their taut flesh sent them towering over her head.  Other shots depicted her in a bathtub with her giant breasts bulging over the rim; measuring her bust with a carpenter’s tape (showing a measurement of 139 inches); sitting on a sofa with her immense breasts filling her lap and a food tray sitting atop them; and wearing only jeans, posed with her back to the camera while        holding her luxuriant hair up against the back of her head as she looked over her shoulder. A considerable percentage of her huge bosom remained visible even when viewed from behind.

He pored over every photograph of this woman, drinking in the sight of her gigantic knockers and voluptuous body, entranced by her radiant beauty and startling buxomness.  When he finally woke from this reverie, he could not tell how much time had passed as he sat in the woods with his newfound treasure, so he immediately sprang up, stuffed the magazine into his notebook and made a bee-line for his house.

5

THE FIRST INDICATION Kathryn Warren had that something unusual was happening was that her brassiere suddenly felt tight.  That sensation had been present for several minutes before she consciously noticed it.  Sitting at her desk, she pulled at it as discreetly as she could, but she could not get comfortable.  It wasn’t long until her bra felt so tight that it was unbearable.  She was about to get up and find a ladies room so she could address the problem, when she heard a quiet pop and the discomfort was suddenly alleviated.  She was thankful it was almost five o’clock and she’d be going home soon, so a broken brassiere would not be an inconvenience for too long.  She surreptitiously took the bra off under her blouse, pulled it out through her sleeve and stuffed it into her purse.

On her way out to her car, she felt extremely conspicuous.  Not just because she was braless, but because her boobs were jiggling noticeably inside her top.  The strange thing was that she had never jiggled this much before.  She wasn’t exactly flat chested, but what little she had was too compact to do any serious jiggling.  I must be getting fat, she thought.  She held her briefcase across her chest in order to occlude this new phenomenon.  When she got in her car, she threw the briefcase aside, and was about to draw the seat belt across her chest when she noticed something else that was odd: she could see the outline of her nipples in the fabric of her blouse.  She looked around to see if anyone might be watching, and then put her hands on her breasts and felt them.  They were definitely bigger than they were supposed to be.  They never get this big before my period, she thought.  And it’s the wrong time of the month for that anyway.  She decided that she would make an appointment with her doctor if things didn’t get back to normal by the end of the weekend.  On her way home, Kathryn began to be distracted from her driving.  Putting her hand to her bosom, she discovered that she was now even bigger than she’d been just a few minutes before.  She glanced down at her front and saw that her tits were bulging out against her blouse, stretching it tight across her chest.  “What’s happening to me?”  she said out loud.  By the time she got home, two buttons had popped off across her bustline, and there was a gap in her garment that grew wider as her boobs continued to swell. 

She quickly walked from her car to her apartment, again holding her briefcase strategically in front of her.  Once inside, she locked the door and stripped to the waist as she walked to the bedroom mirror.  The reflection showed a woman Kathryn was not used to seeing in the mirror.  She had large, full breasts - and there was something else strange, too.  Her butt seemed rounder as well.  She squirmed out of her skirt and underwear to confirm this, and she was right.  Her ass had never been anything to brag about, but now it was actually quite sexy.  Taking in the whole view of herself again, it seemed that even her hair was - well, bigger: fuller, longer - there was more of it.  The left side of her brain demanded scientific verification of what her right side was perceiving, so she went to her sewing box and got out her tape measure.  What was I the last time I did this? she wondered.  I think it was 34-27-35.  She wrapped the tape around the circumference of her bust, waist and hips, and they measured 41-25-37, respectively.  Shit, my waist is even smaller!  she marveled.  What is going on?  She was both exhilarated and worried at the same time.  She looked great, but her body was doing something very unusual.

Putting on a robe, she went to the window and pondered as she watched the sunset.  Another Friday night with nothing to do, she moaned inside.  The sun cast swaths of orange, pink and purple across the west, while in the east a moon had risen that was nearly full.  Her breasts were tender like they had been when she was just starting to become a young woman.  They throbbed along with the beating of her heart as she stood gazing at the falling night.  Kate decided to take a bath, which was her standard remedy for all the vague emotional distresses that befell her.  She ran the water, adding some moisturizer, and when it was full enough, she stepped into its hot delight.  It had been a long, tiring day, and as she reclined soaking in the tub, she fell asleep.

Her awakening was violent and disconcerting, as if someone had shaken her.  There was an aching tightness in her boobs now, accompanied by a hot tingling sensation in the muscles all over her body.  She staggered out of the tub and grabbed a towel bar to steady herself.  She felt dizzy and flushed, and was so confused that it frightened her.  As she put on her bathrobe, she realized that her breasts had swollen dramatically.  Turning to the mirror over the vanity, she pulled open the front of the robe again to reveal her breasts.  They had gotten so big!  They were now larger than her head.  They throbbed intensely and seemed to grow bigger with every beat.  Her immediate thought was to get herself to a doctor as quickly as possible, but when she took in the view of her entire body, she was stunned.  She pulled the bathrobe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.  It was as if a stranger looked back at her.  Her hair had grown out from the modest short-cropped style she had worn for ages, and now hung down below her shoulders.  The part that was dry showed itself to be fiery red in color instead of her normal drab brown.  The muscles all over her body were bulging in all the right places, making her legs and butt look fantastic.  Her stomach was flat and tight.  The sight was exhilarating, and as she looked, a kind of euphoria settled over her.  The changes in her body no longer scared her; she forgot about going to the doctor.  She just stood there drinking in the vision before her.  Transfixed, she gazed at her tits as they pulsated.  The heavy beating of her heart caused them to bobble slightly with each beat.  She started becoming sexually aroused, partly because of what she was looking at, but mostly out of some unfathomable urge that was starting to emerge within her: something primal that she could not comprehend.  Without thinking, she put her hands up to her large breasts and caressed them.  It felt so good that she couldn’t stop.  Her state of sexual excitement intensified increasingly as she kneaded her tits, and she thought she could feel fluids coursing into them as she did so, making them grow even bigger.  And the bigger they got, the more aroused she became.  After a while the strange events that were happening in her body reached a nexus.  Her heartbeat slackened, the tingling stopped and her head was suddenly washed in coolness.

Her boobs were now amazingly huge, bulging out profoundly from her chest, protruding as much against normal reality as they did from her body.  In spite of their great size, they ballooned straight out from her torso, culminating in nipples that had grown to at least five times their previous size. 

Her mind was as full as her bust.  She felt strongly compelled to go out, but she had no clothing that would fit her enormous bosom.  She could visualize a pattern for a dress so clearly she could almost touch it.  She also seemed to mystically know her chest measurement, but went to her sewing station to validate it.  She got out a ball of string and struggled to wrap it around her bustline.  This was difficult because her breasts were so gigantic that she could not easily reach around them.  Eventually she maneuvered the string into position, marked the length, and measured that portion with her tape measure.  She felt a stirring within when she saw that her bust measurement was exactly what she had foreseen, and became sexually aroused by its magnitude: one hundred sixty-seven inches!

She sat down at once and began to work feverishly, creating the dress she was seeing in her mind.  She didn’t need to measure, or even to hesitate as she cut out pieces of fabric and ran them through her sewing machine.  She knew exactly what to do.  In just a few minutes, the dress was ready for the buttons and buttonholes, but Kathryn was in too much of a hurry, so she opted to employ a zipper to close the front of it.

With that finished, she threw the dress on, zipped it over her excessive bosom, grabbed her purse, and without donning shoes or underwear or turning out any lights, opened the window to her fire escape and vanished into the night.

6

JENNIFER HARRIS HAD moved into her own apartment as soon as Elsa’s funeral was over.  She owned very little to bring into her new apartment because her previous living quarters had been completely furnished, but she’d saved a lot of money during her employ, and planned to go out the next day and shop for things she needed.  She had been given some of Elsa’s old clothes from when she was young: cotton dresses that had been specially tailored to accommodate an incredibly large bosom.  They hadn’t been worn in many years, but had been well preserved, as if Elsa had known they would be needed.  They were simple dresses, but were well made and of a style that had come back into fashion after all those years.  As voluminous as the bodices of Elsa’s clothes were, Jenny’s huge breasts were even bigger.

Jenny walked down the street in the downtown Minneapolis shopping district wearing one of Elsa’s light floral print dresses.  She wore no bra because she had none that fit.  (She had taken two or three of Elsa’s huge, old fashioned bras, but even they were too small.)  These dresses had been designed to have a little slack in the bust, but Jenny’s enormous breasts filled up every bit of the bodice, and were straining against the material for even more room.  Jenny was also somewhat taller than Elsa, and this made the hemline of the dress shorter, showing off Jenny’s gorgeous legs.  Her enlarged nipples were plainly outlined in the light cotton material of the dress she wore. Just a couple of weeks before, she could never have forced herself to appear in public with no bra in a tight dress that showed her nipples, but now she reveled in it.  She had even left the top few front buttons undone showing just a hint of her magnificent cleavage.  (This also gave her massive bust a little more room.)  It was a beautiful warm spring day; she was free and bold, enjoying the sensation of the airy dress against her bare breasts, and she felt beautiful for the first time in her life.  Men watched her as she strode by, her huge bosom bouncing heavily as she walked.

She went into a clothing store and began to look around.  A cute little sales girl came up from behind her, asking if she needed any help, and when Jenny turned around, the girl could not help but gasp in astonishment.  Then her cheeks flushed as she tried gracefully to recover.

Jenny’s compassionate nature helped the girl out.  “They are unusually big.  In fact, that’s why I’m here.  I’ll be needing some alterations done to the things I’m buying today - you do that here, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am, we do.”

“As you can see, regardless of what outfit I decide on, it’ll have to have some pretty drastic alterations.  Your seamstress will need extra material or something, won’t she?”

“As a matter of fact, I do the alterations as part of my job here, and I can get just about any material and print we carry.  We can also try starting out with an extra large size to fit your bust,” she said with a barely perceptible pause, “and trim the rest of the dress down to fit.”   The girl stepped back a pace and gave Jenny’s figure her professional eye.  “On second thought, I don’t think we could find anything - “ she groped for the proper words.

“That my boobs would fit into?  I wouldn’t be surprised,”  Jenny finished for her with a little laugh.  Her attitude relaxed the salesgirl, and they proceeded to find some nice daytime outfits that suited Jenny’s taste, and could be mixed and matched.  She also fell in love with a slinky evening dress.  As with the other clothing, Jenny had to satisfy herself with trying on the garment only partway, without covering her colossal breasts.  The salesgirl assured her that she could alter anything to fit perfectly.

After Jenny had chosen her merchandise, they went to a back room and the girl took her measurements.  When she tried to take Jenny’s bust measurement, the measuring tape was much too small.  “Ma’am, my tape only goes up to sixty inches, and you’re quite a bit bigger than that.  I’ve never run into that before.”  Neither have I, Jenny thought.  “I’ll just get my other tape and staple the two together.”  While she labored at this she chatted with Jenny, saying, “Honestly, I really love your figure.  You look great.  I wish my boobs were bigger.  Unfortunately I’m flat as a board.”

Jenny felt something tugging at her, deep inside.  It seemed rooted in her empathy with the young woman’s desire to be more attractive, but it was more than that.  It was such a powerful feeling that she was compelled to pursue its origin within.  As she did so, she felt her great breasts begin to tingle, and a warm sensation washed over her entire body.  As if led by some post-hypnotic suggestion, she asked the girl, “What’s your name?”

“Donna.”

“How big would you like your breasts to be, Donna?”

“Gee, I don’t know.  I never thought about it.”

“Think about it now,” Jenny said very seriously.

Donna stopped what she was doing and looked at Jenny for a moment.  Then she took the measuring tape she had in her hand and wrapped it around her own bustline, holding it several inches away from her chest.  Gazing at the numbers on the tape, she said, “Heck, 44 or 45 inches if I had my druthers.  I wouldn’t complain about that at all.”

“No more than that?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You’re sure.”

“Yes ma’am, I believe I am.  Why do you ask?”

Jenny felt as if she were lifting a couple of inches off the floor, as she reached out her hand and touched the other woman on her bare arm.  Something like electricity passed between them, and the salesgirl sucked in a breath and her eyes widened.

“What did you - what happened?”

Feeling as if she were coming out of a trance, Jenny hoped she had not done anything to frighten the girl.  “I, uh - are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Well, if you’ve got those measuring tapes stapled together, let’s see just how big I am,” she said smiling.  The girl shook off the intangible event and went back to the task at hand.  But when she had managed to stretch the two end-to-end measuring tapes across Jenny’s huge bosom, Donna gaped with open mouth.

“Ma’am, I don’t believe this, but even two tapes together aren’t enough!  That means you’re - shit! - Oh, excuse me - but you’re bust is bigger than 120 inches!”

“I was afraid of that,” Jenny said with a grin.  “Do you have a third measuring tape?”

“Not back here.  But there’s gotta be another one somewhere in the store.”

Soon she had returned with yet another tape, and had attached it to the two she’d already joined.  “Now if you’re bigger’n this, I’ll have a cow!” she said laughing, and then suddenly checked Jenny’s reaction to make sure she hadn’t offended her.  Having finally engineered the means to gauge Jenny’s astronomical bustline, the salesgirl was awestruck when it turned out to be 143 inches.   “Ma’am, I couldn’t help but notice you’re not wearing a bra.”  Jenny nodded.  “I mean it’s none of my business, but - you’ve got a 143-inch bust and you don’t need support?  Don’t they hang down?”

Jenny laughed.  “Not really.  Look, I’ll show you.”  Jenny unbuttoned the front of her dress and pulled the garment open, exposing the vast flesh of her amazing bosom.  Her gigantic breasts were riveting.  They bulged from her torso expansively, ballooning out before her an arms length.  Her boobs were so enormous that they occluded her body down to her hips. They bobbed slowly and heavily, her imposing nipples sticking straight out and nodding their approval.  Despite the immensity of her tits, Jenny carried them high and firm.

“That really blows my mind,” Donna mumbled, awestruck.  “They’re so incredibly big, but they don’t sag.”

Jenny grinned and patted the fat sides of her massive breasts, sending undulations rippling through their vast flesh.  She proceeded to button herself up again, asking, “So when will you have these alterations finished?”

Tearing her eyes away from her customer’s staggeringly huge bosom, the sales girl sighed and answered, “I can have them for you day after tomorrow.  Pick them up after 2 PM.”

Jenny soon left the shop and enjoyed the rest of her day going from store to store, leaving a trail of open mouths and bulging eyes behind her.

That evening, Donna closed up the shop after a long shift, and headed to her health club for a workout.  In the locker room, she took off her work clothes and was surprised when she noticed in the mirror that her boobs seemed somewhat more prominent than normal, which made her feel good about herself.  While she was jogging around the indoor track, her breasts were jiggling as she ran, which they had never been big enough to do before.  Her bosom seemed to become fleshier with every lap.  During her aerobics, she kept an eye on herself in the mirror, trying to decide if she was imagining things.

At home that night, she took out her own tape measure and wrapped it around her chest.  There it was.  My bust is almost 37 inches! she thought.  I actually have boobs now!  I’m 5 inches bigger than I’ve ever been!  When she awoke the next morning, she was amazed to find that her breasts had continued to grow overnight, and they were now unusually large.  In fact when she measured her bustline, it came out to 45 inches exactly.  When she saw it, the memory of her conversation with Jenny came suddenly into her mind.  45 inches.  No more.  A conviction came upon her, and out loud she murmured, “Lady I don’t know how you did it, but I really do appreciate it.”

7

IT WAS PERFECT.  The brilliant blue sky, punctuated with fluffy white clouds, loomed over the open cockpit of his convertible and the fresh air rushed around their faces as they streaked down the road.  Bill had been on his way to pick up a gasket for his refrigerator at a parts warehouse that was located out in the country, when he had seen the woman who now sat beside him.  He could barely believe that such a beautiful girl would be out alone hitchhiking barefoot on a country road.  Especially one so well built.  ‘Well built’ was hardly adequate to describe her.  Her tits were astoundingly huge!  He had never dreamed that a woman’s breasts could ever get that big.  She’d had to move the seat back all the way so her bust wouldn’t be squashed up against the dashboard.  The refrigerator gasket could wait.  He was going wherever she wanted to go.  He was a true tit-man: the bigger the better.  He made conversation with her as he drove, glancing over at her enormous boobs as often as he thought he could get away with it.  Her name was Kathryn, and .though she was not an easy conversationalist, she seemed friendly enough.  Finally, after about 20 minutes of riding, she pointed up the road to a gravel turn-off and asked him to pull in there.

The single lane drive curved between grassy hills that hid it from the main road.  There were no buildings in sight.  “Stop here,” she said after they had driven out of sight of the highway. 

“Here?” he asked, this time actually looking at her face.

She nodded and Bill stopped the car on the gravel.  There was not enough shoulder for him to pull over.  He put on the hand brake, and turned toward her.  Without preamble, Kathryn looked down to her colossal bosom and began to slowly pull the zipper down the front of her dress.  Bill’s heart began to beat faster.  The great bulk of her breasts strained against the material and fought her efforts.  Inch by inch the front of her garment opened, revealing more and more of her abundant cleavage.  There was no bra underneath.  Her gigantic boobs were firm and taut, protruding out from her torso majestically.  The lower she pulled the zipper, the more the bodice of the dress was pulled apart by the colossal bulge of her tits.  The soft material of her dress felt wonderful against the bare skin of her immense breasts, as her  décolletage opened wider and wider.  She exulted because there could be no other woman with a bosom as large as hers (though something about that idea nagged at the outskirts of her consciousness.)  Surely, she thought, not even great obese ladies could compare their swelling breasts, enlarged to extremity by body fat, to her tremendous pair of tits. The zipper had reached the lower portion of her expansive bust, and her breasts slipped free, undulating heavily, fully exposed under the bright blue sky.

Bill drank in the sight of her.  Kate was a strikingly beautiful woman, her enormous tits not withstanding.  She lifted her huge breasts away from her body one at a time to air out the skin where they had lain against her torso, and then slowly massaged each, savoring the feeling.  Bill was now fully erect, and his cock was pushing out at his pants. 

“I just love really big tits,”  he commented, now that Kathryn had opened up the subject of sex by exposing herself. 

“I know.  My boobs are very sensitive.  I get a lot of pleasure when they’re touched,” she said, turning toward him and thrusting her giant bosom out at him.  He needed no more invitation, and eagerly began caressing her.  To his further delight, she unzipped his pants, freed his erection and began playing with it.  They soon moved to the back seat, where he laid face up and she sat on his erection, dangling her giant breasts above him.  He played with them to his heart’s content, delaying his climax as long as possible so he could savor her huge tits.  It was to be his last orgasm.  After he finally came, he let go of her breasts and lay back exhausted.  She maneuvered one of her enormous mammaries so that the nipple forced its way into his mouth.  He gladly obliged and started sucking on it.  Then she lay down on him with her full weight, and with both hands, pressed the vast flesh of that breast hard against his face so he could not breath.  For several seconds he lay there placidly enjoying the physical contact with her spectacular femininity.  And for several seconds after that, he thought she was teasing him and she felt his muffled giggling against her flesh.  Then when the lack of oxygen began to hurt, he became serious.  He tried to push her bosom away from his face but could not.  She was much stronger than she looked.  Finally he panicked and began hitting her and biting her nipple, but she would not move no matter how much he hurt her.  He soon stopped struggling, and after a couple of minutes his heart stopped.  At the moment Bill died, Kathryn had a racking orgasm that washed convulsively over her body again and again.

When she eventually came back to herself, she got up, cleaned herself with a moist towelette from her purse, dressed, fixed her makeup in the rear view mirror, and walked back to the highway.

The police found Bill’s semi-nude body a few days later, and based on the evidence at the scene, concluded that Bill had pulled off the road to masturbate, and had died of a heart attack in the act.  It was later decided that further investigation would not be necessary and the case was closed.

8

JENNY QUICKLY DISCOVERED that, with tits as big as hers, the best way to get exercise was to swim.  Anything else caused her enormous breasts to carom about uncontrollably.  She joined the YWCA and began swimming regularly.  She also found out in a hurry how hard it was to keep her titanic mammaries inside the top of a two-piece swimsuit.  So she had to resort to wearing a one-piece, but made up for it by buying one that was literally cut down to her navel.

She had gotten to know a couple of the girls, Barbara and Roxy, who came to the pool regularly.  They were both the wallflower type, which is probably why Jenny was drawn to them.  One day, as the three of them were relaxing poolside, Barbara said, “I assume, with your figure, you have to have your clothes specially made.”

“Yeah, tops and dresses.”

“Where do you have it done?”

“Laxton’s downtown.  I had this swimsuit made there too.  The girl who does alterations there made it for me as a gift.”

“That’s really great,” Roxy chimed in.  “She does good work.”

“Did she make that other suit you had?” Barb asked.

“The one I lost after I went off the diving board?”  They all snickered.  “Uh-huh, she made that.”

There was a pause, and then Barbara ventured, “When you first started coming here, Jen, I was really jealous of you.”

“Jealous? Why?”

Roxy broke in with a giggle, “Because of your great big boobs, dummy!”

“Well, that’s partly it.  But you’re so attractive.  You would be even if you didn’t have -”

“Tits the size of Volkswagens,” Roxy interrupted again.

“Hush!  I just figured that, with a body like yours, you could have any guy you wanted.  I guess it made me angry.  Anyway now that I know you, and what a neat person you are, I’m ashamed of myself for resenting you.”

“I know what you’re saying, Barb.  I really do.  I haven’t always looked like this.  You could say I was a late bloomer.  Now, looking back, I can see that the main thing that was holding me back was what was on the inside, not what I looked like.”

“Yeah.  I know you’re right.”

Roxy added, “But it doesn’t hurt to have a bust measurement of - well, whatever yours is.”

“Come on, Roxy,” chided Barbara, “Give us a break.  What is your bust measurement anyway, Jenny?”

“A hundred and forty-three inches.”

Both of the other women made sounds of awe.

“Seriously,” Roxy said, “I grew up waiting for my boobs to grow, and all I got were these.”  She hoisted her top up exposing her breasts and quickly pulled it back down.

They all snorted with laughter at the antic, and when Jenny had finally caught her breath, she said, “Roxy, you’ve got nice boobs.”

Grinning, she retorted, “No, you’ve got nice boobs.  With a little Calamine lotion, mine would go away!” 

They plunged back into their snickering again, and when it had spent itself, Jenny took Roxy’s hand in her left and Barbara’s in her right, and said, “Well, I know something about the universe now that I didn’t know before.  I know that beauty comes from the inside and can make its way to the outside.  And I know that magic is real, and love is real, and that we all have an obligation to pass them both along.”

The three of them sat for several moments basking in the feeling of peace and well being that had mysteriously come over them.  When Jenny finally let go of their hands, Roxy asked, “Do you think, with your tits being so big and all, that that makes sex better - more pleasurable?”

Barbara giggled girlishly at her friend’s bold question, but Jenny addressed it as seriously as it was asked.  “Well, yes.  First, it’s true that big boobs are more sensitive - at least in my case - but more importantly, when a man wants to go to bed with me, it usually means he likes very large breasts.  And when that kind of guy gets his hands on the biggest tits he’s ever seen, he usually does the best lovemaking he’s ever done.  So you two just remember that,” she said, leaning back with a wink.  Barbara and Roxanne did not catch the import of Jenny’s last remark until some time later.

The next time they came to the pool, Jenny’s friends were both wearing sweatshirts over their swimsuits.  When Barb and Roxy saw each other, they gaped at one another with open mouth and wide eyes, partly because of the change that each saw in the other, but also because they had found themselves in identical circumstances.  They giggled as they sat down with Jenny, who herself was trying to conceal a big grin.  No one said a word for a moment, until Roxy briefly lifted her shirt up again, this time revealing full, soccer-ball-sized mammaries.  Smirking, Barbara did the same, showing her own bosom to be equally enlarged.  They laughed and quickly covered themselves again.

Roxy was first to speak.  “I had to wear this because my boobs are way too big to fit into my swimsuit top.”

“Me too.  Jenny, I need you to tell me again where you get your alterations done, but first: do you know anything about this?”

“Yeah,” added Roxanne, “not that I’m complaining mind you, but four days ago I was a B-cup and now I’m a triple-F.  That just doesn’t happen!”

“Well, there is an explanation, but it’s just as strange as what happened to you two,” Jenny said.

“So you know how this happened?” Barbara asked.

Jenny nodded.  “I did it.  I hope they’re not too big - I wasn’t sure how much to do, and I really like having huge tits myself, so - “

“You did it?  No, I love it, it’s great,”  Barb interjected.  “I just don’t understand.”

“Neither do I, actually.  Just consider it a gift and don’t tell anyone how it happened.  This gift is not for everyone.  Roxy, are you happy with this?  I can still change it back.”

“Well, actually I was thinking.  As long as I have to get all new tops anyway - can you make me any bigger?”

Barbara chuckled at her friend.  Jenny grinned smugly, straightened up in her chair to thrust her enormous bosom forward, and said, “Well what exactly did you have in mind?”

Roxy narrowed her eyes, looking at Jenny intensely, and said, “Well just how much are you capable of?”

In answer, Jenny reached under her protrusive bosom and pushed up against its considerable weight, and then let it drop, causing her immense tits to bounce and tremble ponderously under her swimsuit.  Roxy thoughtfully watched Jenny’s vast cleavage rise and fall.  “Mm-hm.  You say those things there are 140 inches?”

“One hundred forty-three, if you please.”

“And I’m at 49 now... half-way between would be what?  Let’s just say about 90 or 100 inches.  Can you do that?”

“You got it, Rox.”

“Roxanne!” Barbara exclaimed.  Are you serious?”

“Darn right I am!  Look at this.”  She completely removed her sweatshirt and rotated her torso back and forth, making her voluptuously large breasts oscillate wildly.  “Having big tits is great!”

“Put that back on!” Barbara scolded in good humor.

She slipped her sweatshirt on again and said, “I feel so sexy!  I just want more. Right now I have boobs like cantaloupes and I’d like to be able to do this,” She wiggled her bosom again, “with boobs like watermelons.  I’ve always thought I’d be good at having really big tits.”

“But a hundred inches?” asked Barb.

“Smile when you say that,”  warned Jenny.

“You’re right,” Barb conceded.  “Jenny looks terrific with breasts that are bigger than she is, and I really do love being so busty all of a sudden myself.  Besides it’s none of my business.”

“So you say between 90 and 100 inches, Rox?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then I’ll just average it out to 95 inches.”

“Super.  - Uh, when will it take effect?”

“Well, Roxy, let me put it this way.  Your boobs have already started to grow.  If you hurry, you might make it home before they get too big for that sweatshirt you’re wearing and just flop right out.”

Roxanne gave Jenny a questioning look as Barbara started giggling.  Jenny just sat grinning at her friend, watching her face as belief and skepticism fought for dominance.

“How far is it to your apartment, Rox?  Twenty minutes?” Barb teased, looking at her watch.  “Actually, traffic starts to get heavier this time of day, doesn’t it?”

“Shit,” muttered Roxy with a smile as she got up out of the chair.  “Oh well.  I couldn’t have gone swimming today anyway; not without a top.  I guess I’ll see you guys later - seems I have to race my tits home.  I’ll get you for this, Harris.”  She picked up her belongings and hurried out of the pool area, shooting a grin back at her friends as she left.

“You know, I never noticed before,” Barb commented as she watched her friend leave, “but Roxy’s got really pretty legs.  Nice ass, too.”

Jennifer smiled to herself.

Roxanne had actually been given plenty of time to make it home before her breasts became too big for her sweatshirt.  After they had indeed gotten that big, she stood for almost an hour in her bedroom wearing only her bikini bottom, just looking at herself.  Her tits were magnificently huge: in fact somewhat larger than watermelons.  She viewed them from every angle, toying with her lavish nipples to see what they would look like erect, and watching how her great breasts bounced and frolicked when she moved this way or that.  She was having a wonderful time; she felt intensely sexual and had managed to arouse herself.

Then Roxy decided to see how her newly enlarged bosom would look when she was fully dressed.  She got as far as opening her closet before she remembered that she had nothing that would even come close to fitting her extravagantly large bust.  Realizing that she would not be able to set foot outside in order to go buy something to wear, she started getting anxious.  And then it dawned on her that, even if she did make it to a clothing store, there would be nothing on the racks that would fit her copious bosom, and it would probably be days before any alterations could be finished.

She felt trapped and was beginning to get angry as she dialed Jennifer’s phone number.  Jenny’s answering machine picked up, and Roxanne left a short message that described her predicament and her feelings about it.  Just as she hung up, her doorbell rang.

“Oh great,” she muttered as she ran to get her bathrobe.  She had to stretch it to the maximum in order to cover the expanse of her huge breasts, and even so, a great deal of cleavage was left exposed.  A look through the peephole revealed that it was Jenny at the door, and she opened it immediately.  Jenny entered, accompanied by another young woman, whose smaller but still ample bosom was about the size that Roxy’s had been earlier that day.  The woman was carrying a portable sewing machine.

“I just left you a searing message on your answering machine, Jenny.  I’m stuck here, you...”

“I know, I’m sorry.  Barb pointed out to me that this would happen, so I called Donna, the seamstress I told you about, and asked if she’d come with me here as a favor and fix a few things for you to wear.  Uh - Roxanne, this is Donna; Donna, Roxy.”

“Hello.”

“Hi, Donna, thanks for coming.  You’ve saved my life.”  Noticing at the girl’s oversized bust, Roxy asked Jenny, “Is she one of your, uh, ‘clients’?”

“She’s a friend, Rox.  But to answer your question, I was called to give her the gift, yes.”

“The gift.  Well, welcome to the club, Donna.  Would you girls like something to drink before we get started?”

The three women settled in for a nice hen session, and after refreshments were served, Roxy took off her robe.  Both Donna and Jenny uttered expressions of appreciation at the sight of her enormous breasts.  Donna brought out her extra-long tape measure and established Roxanne’s new bust measurement as exactly 95 inches. 

Donna had brought along a couple of outfits from the store for her to try.  (Jenny had guessed at Roxy’s dress size and helped choose things that she might like.)  They took measurements to alter the new items Roxy liked and then went to her closet to see what could be done with her current wardrobe.  Donna’s expertise with needle and thread became evident as she revised dress after dress with minimal time and effort.

She showed Roxy how a formal gown could be easily altered by lengthening the shoulder straps and accepting a much lower neckline.  As the dress was nearly finished, Roxanne stood wearing it as Donna was working on the zipper in back.  As she admired her image in the mirror, appreciating her boobs’ extreme size, and how her deeply cut neckline showed off her extraordinary cleavage, the dress’s straps finally snapped under the weight, and her immense tits came bounding free.  The sight was so funny that the work came to a temporary halt.

Before suppertime, Roxanne had a good start on a new wardrobe to adorn her more buxom figure, and the three ladies decided to go out to eat together.  Roxy got her first chance to try out a few bosom-jiggling walks and turns.  They all drew quite a few amazed looks at the restaurant, which is understandable since there was more bosom at their table than anyone had ever seen in one glance.  As they sat nursing their after-dinner coffee, Donna turned to Jennifer and said, “I want to ask you something.  Being with you guys has made me think.  First, I feel flat chested again compared to you two, even though I’m probably bigger than Dolly Parton.  Second, you both look really good with your boobs so big, and I’m starting to regret just asking for 45 inches.  Is it too late?”

“It’s never too late, Donna,” Jenny answered.  “How much more would you like?”

“I figure about 60 - no - 65 inches would be great.”

“Consider it done.”

“Wait a minute, Jennifer,” Roxy chimed in.  “You are going to give her a chance to get home aren’t you?”

9

KATHRYN LOOKED OVER at the naked corpse on the motel room bed.  She’d had an exceptionally good time with this one.  His death had given her multiple orgasms.  Plus, as an added bonus, he had been carrying a surprisingly large amount of money.  She had never gone back to work since her metamorphosis, so her “sex life” had also become her career by necessity.  She considered herself fortunate that, for the first time in her life, she enjoyed her work.

She had been sitting naked at a little desk, going through the man’s pockets and counting his money.  She was tempted to spend the night and sleep in the other bed, but she wanted to get as far away as she could as soon as possible.  At that time of night, that meant driving her victim’s car.  Doing so was extremely inconvenient with the great bulk of her huge bosom in the way, but it was an automatic transmission, so she could do it; she’d done it before.  She got up and dressed herself, put the money in her purse, picked up the car keys and walked out.  She unlocked the passenger door and got in, scooting over as close to the steering wheel as she could.  It was not comfortable with her massive bosom pressed up against the dashboard as it was, but at least she could drive.  She could not get close enough to put on the seat belt, so she just inserted the key into the ignition, started it and drove away using her left foot on the pedals.  She needed to get as far as she could before daylight, because the first cop that saw her driving that way would stop her, and she wanted to avoid that.

Once on the interstate, she headed west and set the cruise control.  After driving for a couple of hours, she began to get very tired.  She also needed to use a bathroom, so she stopped at the first truck stop she saw, and leaving the keys in the car, found the ladies room.  After relieving herself, she took off her raincoat and blouse, then put the coat back on, stuffing the blouse in her purse.  She left the restroom and strolled through the parking lot until she spied an idling tractor-trailer rig that looked like it might be ready to move on.  Stepping up to the passenger side door, she climbed until she could look in the open window.  Startling the driver, who was updating his logbook, she said, “Hi!”

He jerked his head toward her and then smiled.  “Well, hey there darlin’.  What can I do for you?”

“I was just wondering if you’ve ever seen anything like these.”  She popped open the door and opened up her raincoat for him.

The man’s eyes widened comically as they fixed on her immense breasts.  Pushing his hat back, he exclaimed, “Great day in the mornin’, honey!  You got the biggest titties I ever seen!  How much you charge?”

“Well, I’m not - “ Kathryn suddenly shifted strategies when she perceived an easy way to see where he kept his cash.  “ - I’m not cheap.  After all, it’s not every day you get a chance to handle a set of boobs like mine.  Seventy-five dollars,” she ventured.

He had not yet taken his eyes away from her enormous bosom.  “Seventy-five?”

“Uh-huh.”  She took another step up so he could get a better look, and rotated her shoulders to make her mammoth breasts sway enticingly.  “You a big-tit man?”

“Mercy me, I sure am.  Come on up here Darlin’.  I ain’t hesitatin’ cause of that seventy-five dollars - shit, I’d pay that much for a picture book of you - I just got to get movin’.  I’m runnin’ late.”

“Well, baby, there isn’t anything holding me here.  I’ll just come along for the ride and we can get down to business when you’ve got time.”

The trucker smiled broadly.  “You’re my kind of woman, darlin’.  My name’s Billy.”

Kathryn swung around into the seat next to him, her tremendous mammaries quivering deliciously.  “I’m Kate.”  Billy reached his hand out to her gigantic left breast and stroked its vast surface appreciatively.  “Goodness gracious sakes alive, Katie!” he said emphatically.  “I didn’t know they could ever get this big!”  She turned and pushed her colossal boobs toward him, and he brought his other hand around and started kneading her copious flesh.  After a half minute, she moved away and wrapped her coat across her bulging bust and cooed, “Now your schedule is your affair, we can do this whenever you want.  But I can’t stay in business if I give it away, now can I?”  She was hoping to get under way soon in case her last victim’s stolen car was discovered.

“Well darlin’, how much would you charge me for your services this entire trip?  Say, let me tit-fuck you now just to get rid of this hard-on I got, and then down the road we’ll get into some more serious stuff when we can.”

“That’s fine with me.  A hundred and fifty bucks.  In advance.”

He winked at her, opened a compartment in his dash and took out a wallet that was stuffed with so many bills it wouldn’t fold over completely.  He slipped out three fifties and gave them to her.  As she put the money in her purse, he pulled her coat open again and stroked her mammoth bosom.  “Why don’t you climb into that sleeper now, sweet thing.”

Kathryn gave him a sultry look, and made her way into the sleeping compartment.  The trucker watched her incredible tits swing and bob heavily as she moved, and followed right behind her.  Once on the mattress, Kate removed her coat completely and helped him pull his pants down.  They knelt facing each other.  Her breasts were so huge that they protruded against his erection without her even having to lean over.  “Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?” she asked.

“I’ll do ‘er,” he said as he clasped the sides of her stupendous boobs and pressed them against each other.  He thrust his cock into her profound cleft and repeatedly bounced her titanic melons upon himself.  Her goliath bosom wobbled and quaked wondrously, and in less than a minute he came intensely, his semen lost in the vastness of her cleavage.

Soon afterward they had pulled out of the lot and were speeding down the road.

10

IT WAS A Friday night and Nina felt good.  She was full of energy, she was horny, and her dancing showed it: she was hot that night.  The crowd was a good one too, cheering her on, applauding and stuffing money into her costume.  Sitting in a dark corner at the back was a man quietly watching Nina’s act.  He stared intently at her enormous tits, bounding and wobbling erotically as she danced.  He stubbed out his cigarette and lit another without taking his eyes away from Nina’s huge breasts.

As she danced, Nina happened to notice a woman out of the corner of her eye walking away from the bar toward the front door.  After Nina had finished her act and had gone back to her dressing room, there was a knock on the door.

Jerry the bartender stood there holding a folded piece of paper in his hand.  “While you was dancin’, some lady handed me this note to give you.  I figured her for your sister or somethin’.”

“No, I don’t have a sister.  Why’d you think that, Jerry?”

“She was real big.  Real big - like you.”

“No kidding?  What’d she say?”

“Nothin’.  Just asked me to give you that.”

“Okay, Thanks, Jer.”

She unfolded the paper and read:

Dear Miss Lattamore;

I would like very much to speak with you after you get off work.  I will meet you in the parking lot.  If you don’t have time tonight, I understand, but I do need to talk to you as soon as possible.  It’s important.

Thank you,

Jennifer Harris

Nina stood thinking for a moment, then folded the note back up and put it in her purse.  After dressing, she made her way to the back door and out into the parking lot where she saw a woman waiting, looking toward the front door of the bar.  The sound of Nina’s footsteps drew Jenny’s attention as she approached.

“Jennifer Harris?”  Nina asked.  Dumb question, she thought to herself when she regarded the great bulk protruding under the woman’s blouse.

“Jenny.  And you’re Nina.  Thanks for coming out.”  They had to reach over their huge busts in order to awkwardly shake hands, their bosoms pressing together momentarily.   Embarrassed, they both chuckled a bit.

Neither of them saw the man follow Nina out the back door and steal into the shadows.

Nina gawked at Jenny’s enormous bosom.  “I never thought I’d ever meet another woman whose boobs were as big as mine.  Or maybe even bigger,” she added with a note of discomfort.

“Well I was just as surprised when I was told about you, Nina.  Especially because you’re naturally so big-breasted.  That’s incredible.  You’re very beautiful, too.”

“Thank you.  You mean those are implants?”

“No; when I say ‘naturally’, I don’t mean as opposed to ‘artificially’.”  Hesitating a moment, Jennifer continued, “I mean as opposed to ‘supernaturally’.”

Nina looked at Jenny skeptically.  “You’re telling me that somebody put a spell on you to give you huge tits?”

Jenny laughed.  “Well, not exactly.  It’s hard for me to believe it too, when I think about it objectively.  I want to explain it all to you, but it’s a long story.  Is there somewhere we can go?  Coffee and dessert - on me?”

“Uh, sure.  There’s a little place where I go near the university.  They’re open late and the coffee is good.  Did you come here in your car?”

“No, I don’t drive anymore.  I came in a cab.”

“Fine; we’ll go in my van - it’s over there.”

As they walked to where Nina’s mini-van was parked, she asked, “You don’t drive anymore?”

“No, my boobs are too big.  When I move the seat back far enough so they’re not mashed up against the steering wheel, I can’t reach the pedals.  I was just wondering how you manage to drive.”

“I bought a van and had hand controls put in that were originally designed for handicapped people to use, so now I don’t have a steering wheel or pedals to worry with.  Before I got it, I hadn’t driven since I was a teenager, when my breasts got too big for me to fit behind the wheel.  But I’m completely comfortable driving my mini-van.  It took me a while to adjust to driving that way, but now I love it.”

“What a good idea!  Was it expensive?”

“Somewhat.  But since I’ve been dancing, I can afford it.  Speaking of dancing, did you happen to notice how they advertised me?”

“Oh.  You mean ‘The World’s Biggest Breasts’?”

“Yeah.  I was just wondering - if you don’t mind my asking - what’s your bust measurement?”

“It’s 143 inches.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, Nina.  I have no intention of giving you any professional competition.  You can have the title.  Besides, you earned it.  I didn’t.”

“Oh yeah.  You were telling me about something supernatural.  This is my van here.”

As Nina reached into her purse and fumbled with her keys, a figure rushed up on them from the bushes and leaped onto Nina, throwing her against the mini-van.  She screamed as he turned her around and began forcing her clothing apart at the bodice.  But before he could lay bare any of Nina’s overabundant pulchritude, a flash of light came from where Jenny stood, knocking the attacker to the ground.

As he lay there moaning, Jenny walked up to him calmly and pointed at him.  “Those are the hands that would go where they do not belong.”  Another flash burst forth and searing white-hot pain enveloped the man’s hands.  Raising her voice so he could hear her over his own screaming, she continued, “These are the feet that carried you to do evil.”  Again another flaring eruption and the man’s feet ignited in agony.  “And this is the organ you wanted to force into an innocent one.”  The man began crying, “No, No!” even before the last burst of light struck him.

Nina had recovered enough to perceive that these intense flashes seemed to be emanating from Jenny herself: more specifically, from her enormous bust.  She clutched her clothing back together and with shaking hands went about fixing herself as she watched transfixed what her companion was doing.

The man was writhing on the sidewalk, shrieking and crying helplessly.  Jenny stooped down to bring her face closer to his, her cumbrous breasts hindering her with their great bulk.  “Would you like the pain to stop?”

The man wept, pleading, “Yes - yes, please make it stop, please!  It hurts, it hurts!”

“You don’t deserve for the pain to stop.  Not ever.  You wanted to give pain to someone else.  That kind of pain never goes away.  Why should I make your pain stop?”  The man only blubbered, squirming on the ground.   Jennifer stood up and turned to Nina.  “We can leave now.”

The man blurted out, “No, please!  I’m sorry, please!”

Jenny looked down at him.  “Pardon me?”

He was now weeping uncontrollably.  “I said I’m sorry.”

“Stand up and tell her.”

“I can’t!”

“Then we’ll leave you like this.”

“Wait!”  Haltingly, he managed to raise himself up to his feet, and staggered a few steps.  The look on his face was one that Nina had never seen on a human being before.  Bringing his eyes to meet Nina’s, and then lowering them again in shame, he clenched his teeth against the agony and wheezed, “Lady, I’m sorry.”

“Alright,”  said Jenny.  “If you ever try to do that to anybody again, and I mean ever, this pain will return and never leave you.  Understood?” 

He nodded emphatically.  His face suddenly went blank, and he collapsed on the sidewalk unconscious.

Jenny looked at Nina and asked, “Are you okay?”

Nina hesitated.  “Uh - yeah, I think so.”

“Maybe I’d better buy you a drink instead of coffee.”

“No, I’ll be fine.  Let’s get out of here.”

They got into Nina’s van and she sped away from the memory of her encounter with violence.  She sighed and then chuckled.

“What’s funny”, Jenny asked.

Nina did an imitation of Glenda from The Wizard of Oz, “Are you a good witch or a bad witch?”

Jenny laughed.  “I’m one of the good guys, but I’m not a witch.”

Nina looked over at her and their eyes met.  “Thank you for saving me, Jenny.”

They arrived at the coffee shop, and drew every eye as they were seated at a table.  As they sat sipping coffee, Jennifer explained how Mrs. Sanders had bestowed upon her the dramatic changes in her physique, along with accompanying responsibility and power, and how she had been spreading her gift to others.  In a way, Jenny was glad that the man had tried to attack Nina, because the demonstration of supernatural power that ensued made Jenny’s story far more believable.  Nina’s trust was slowly won as they spoke.

“So what does this have to do with me?  I may have huge boobs like you, but I sure don’t have any kind of strange power.”

“Elsa told me that there is power in a woman’s bosom.  Every woman.  You may not have the same kind of power that I do, but the power of your breasts is still real.  Your dancing, for example.  What you do in that club touches people.”

“Yeah, and one of them almost ‘touched’ me.”

“That wasn’t your doing.  I believe he was supernaturally chosen and directed by our enemy.  You see, something is going to happen.”

“What.”

“Something important.  It could be good or it could be bad, depending on how we fight the battle.”

“What does all this have to do with me?”

“Your power has also touched many other people whom you’ve never met.  Among those is someone very special.”

“What do you mean ‘special’?”

“He is a centering point for various threads of strength in the unseen.  His heart is strong and good.  He’s full of light and will never bend.  But events have placed him in danger.  We have to ask you to go to him.  He needs help and protection.”

“This guy sounds wonderful.  But what can I do?”

“You have to bind him to yourself.  But first you must bind yourself to us.  To that which is good and true.”

“I’ve always tried to do that.  But who is ‘us’?”

“Me and others who have this special gift of power for good.”

“You mean the boob-growing thing you’re passing around?”

Jenny grinned broadly.  “Right.  But it’s more than just an increase in bra size; it’s a change in the entirety of body and spirit.”

“So you want to ‘enlist’ me too by making my tits bigger?”

“Well, your body and self-confidence don’t need anything from me, Nina.  If I gave you the maximum force of the gift according to my capability, all it would mean would be a few more inches in the bust until you were equal to me.  But there is a way to seal yourself to us - to make us sisters in this struggle.”

“How?”

Jennifer hesitated.  “It’s a little weird.  I hope you can trust me.”  She leaned closer and softly said, “We both have to squeeze a drop from each nipple and give it to the other to drink.”

Nina let out a little snort of laughter.  “You’re kidding!”

“That’s what I said when I found out.”

“Okay, but this guy you were talking about - how do I bind him to me?”

“A man and a woman bind themselves to each other through sex.”

“What?  You want me to screw a perfect stranger?”

“It’s my understanding that you’ve done that before.”

“Well - “ Nina blushed a little, “yeah, but it was my idea.”

“There’s kind of a hitch in this plan, however.”

“What’s that?”

“This person is rather young.”

Nina raised an eyebrow.  “How young?”

“He’s fifteen.”

“Oh.  Well that’s not too bad.  I was afraid for a minute you wanted me to screw an eight-year-old.”  Jenny laughed.  “Does this kid have any sexual experience?”

“He’s a virgin.  But that will work in our favor because it will bind him to you all the more strongly.”

“Why is this necessary, Jenny?”

“Because if he’s not protected this way, he’ll be killed.  I know this puts an unfair burden on you, but that’s the way it is.”

“But why me?”

Jenny drew in a thoughtful breath.  “Well, there are a lot of interlocking factors that have fallen into place that make you and this boy - uh - work.  But I can break it down into two main reasons.  One: because you’re strong and good.  Second, and most important: he holds you foremost in his mind and heart.”

“But you said I’ve never even met him!”

“I also said that you’ve reached out with your power and touched him.”

“How?”

“He has the magazine you posed for.”

“Oh.”  Nina paused a moment to contemplate.  “If I don’t go to him he’ll die?”

“I’m afraid that’s true.  Our enemy plays dirty.”

“Doesn’t leave me much choice.”

“You’re willing then?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it.  But I really would like to take you up on those few extra inches,” she said with a grin.

Jenny chuckled, saying, “You’re a regular bosom glutton, aren’t you?”

“What can I say?  I love having big tits.  The bigger the better.”

“Fine with me.  We have to go somewhere private so we can exchange breast fluids, though.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?  Let’s bare our boobs right here.  Those guys at that table have been staring at us ever since we walked in, I’m sure they’d enjoy it.”

“Come on, Nina,” Jenny said, her eyes twinkling.

“Let’s go to my place, it’s close by.”

Jenny paid the bill and the two fantastically buxom women drove to Nina’s apartment.  They sat and chatted for a few minutes, and then when Jenny began removing her blouse and bra, Nina started doing the same.  Soon they were both bare from the waist up: four incredibly enormous breasts, billowing out across the two women’s laps.  Jenny looked back and forth at their gigantic busts and breathed, “Gosh.”  They both laughed at this, and Jenny added, “I guess I’m still not completely used to having boobs this big, and seeing two pairs of them like this is pretty mind boggling.”

“Isn’t it great, though?”  Nina said as she pushed up on her mammoth tits and let them drop back onto her lap, wobbling like great 30-gallon globes of Jell-O.

“I was in the bar while you were dancing, and I saw you do some pretty amazing things with your breasts.  Could you show me how to do some of that?”

“Sure.  This is one of my favorites, and the men love it.  Put your palms on your boobs right here, about level with your nipples and partway around to the sides,” Jenny watched Nina and imitated her, “then make circular motions with both hands like this.”  She demonstrated the action, which gyrated her massive mammaries all about, making her profound cleft squirm like a snake and causing her great nipples to wiggle around feverishly.

“Like this?”

“Almost, but alternate your hand movements: not at the same time.  Yeah, that’s it!”

“This is great!  How did you learn this?”

“I taught myself.  I’ve had huge tits all my life, so playing with them comes naturally.”

Jenny chuckled.  Then, sitting up, she announced, “Well, I guess it’s time we got down to business.  We need to exchange breast fluids.  I’ll go first.”   She could barely manage to reach around one of her immense boobs and squeeze it with both hands close to the tip, manipulating the flesh until a single droplet formed on the nipple.  Stretching her arm out and extending a fingertip to the nipple, she touched the drop and it clung to her finger.  She looked at it and smiled before bringing it to Nina’s mouth.  Nina took Jenny’s finger into her mouth and sucked up the lactescent droplet.  Jenny then repeated the procedure with her other colossal breast.

Then came Nina’s turn, and Jenny took drops of Nina’s mammary fluid.  A palpable sensation of extreme peace came over them both like a drug.

“Have you ever done that before, Jenny?” Nina asked.

“No, I haven’t.  I feel so - euphoric.”

“Me too.  This is so neat.  We’re sisters now.”

“Sisters.”

“Now will you make my tits bigger?”

“I sure will.  Give me your hand.”  Nina put her hand in Jenny’s, and they sat quietly for a minute as Jenny closed her eyes and concentrated.

Nina soon felt a warmth and a tightening in her great breasts.  “Oh my!  Look at my nipples!”  she whispered.  Jenny opened her eyes.  Liquid was actually squirting out of both of her swollen tumescent boobs.

“Goodness,” Jenny uttered, stifling a giggle.

“I need a milk pail.”

“Too bad farmer Brown isn’t here.”  They snorted with laughter at the thought.  Nina then picked up a used glass from an end table and tried to catch some of the nectar, but she could not reach out far enough, which only increased their glee.  The trickle soon slackened and ceased, and they went about dressing themselves again.

They stayed up talking about things unseen until the early morning, and then Jenny got her things together to leave.  Nina walked her to the door, and they said their good-byes, feeling like old friends. 

“You’re welcome to stay here, Jenny.  I’ve got plenty of room.”

“Well, I would, but all my stuff is at the motel room, and anyway, it’s already paid for.  I appreciate it, though.”

“Some other time, then.”

They said goodnight, and because of the enormity of both women’s bosoms, they were forced to improvise a sideways-style hug, and Jenny left.  Before going to bed, Nina took out her special tape measure and wrapped it around her tremendous bust.  She was delighted when it read 143 inches.

11

KATHRYN STUDIED BILLY’S road map as they rode silently through the wet night.  She’d been poring over it for nearly an hour, and her eyes kept returning to the Twin Cities area of Minnesota, as if guided by something unseen.  The longer she looked at it, the more certain she became that it must have some significance.  Leaning over toward the trucker, she pointed to the spot on the map and asked, “Billy, how close to Minneapolis are we going to come?”

“We ain’t goin’ nowhere near there, honey.”

“Well where are we now?”

He took out a pair of reading glasses from his pocket, slipped them on and with his head tilted back slightly, stabbed the map with his little finger.  “We’re on I-70 east coming into Effingham.  Right about there.  In a couple hours we’ll be in St. Louis.”

Kathryn straightened back up and thought a moment.

“You got people in Wisconsin?” he asked.

“No, never been there.”

“What’s in Minneapolis, then?”

“Business.”

“Well, sweetheart, you got some business right here with me.”

“You been having a good time, Billy?” she said, hoping to deflect his train of thought.

“Katie, you’re the best pussy I ever had, no shit!”

“You ready for some more?”

He looked at his watch.  “I reckon I made up enough time.  Let’s just find us a place to park.”

It was several minutes before they came to the first exit for Effingham.  During that time, Kathryn had unbuttoned her blouse and opened it up, baring her enormous swelling breasts, and had begun caressing Billy’s crotch with her left hand.  By the time they pulled into the parking lot of a shopping center, he was fully erect and Kathryn had already climbed into the sleeper and taken her clothes off.

Shutting down his rig, he climbed back with her and she helped him undress.  She laid back and he climbed on top of her, penetrated her unceremoniously and started pumping away.  She was glad that her boobs were so huge that they prevented his face from being up close to hers.  After a few minutes, she whispered to him, “Would you like me to show you something special, lover?”

Billy stopped and looked at her.  “What d’ya got in mind, baby?”

“Here.  You get on the bottom.”

“I like it on top.”

“Trust me, Billy.” she cooed.  She needed him dead and didn’t want to risk trying to get the pistol she’d seen him hide because there was a very real danger of that plan backfiring on her.  She had to smother him.  She was confident that she would succeed if she could get on top of him.  “I’ll do something for you that’ll make you stiffer than you’ve ever been!”

He perked up.  “Yeah?  Okay, I’ll give it a try.”  They switched positions and Kathryn squatted over him.  She mounted his erection and slid up and down on it rapidly while, with her colossal tits clutched between her hands, rubbed them back and forth across his face.  It didn’t take long for him to come, and as he did, she deemed herself to be very kind indeed to let her victims climax before she killed them.  Leaning forward, she pushed one of her massive breasts into his face.

A quarter of an hour later, Kathryn Warren stepped out of the truck a few thousand dollars richer.  Holding her raincoat together at the neck, she started walking across the parking lot toward the mall entrance.  Soon she passed a large van parked among the cars, and noticed a young man with straggly long hair unlocking the door with a bag of merchandise in one hand.  Changing course, she hurried over to him.

“Excuse me!” she called as the boy was about to step up into the driver’s seat.

“Huh?”

“I’m having car trouble, and I was wondering if you’d be kind enough to give me a lift to a gas station.”

“Well, I’m kinda in a hurry - “

“Please?” she said letting go of her coat so it opened.  “I promise it won’t take long.  I’d really appreciate it.”

As he stared incredulously at her gigantic bosom bulging out under her blouse, Kathryn tried not to laughed at the comical look on his face.  “Uh - well, okay.  Get in.”

“Thanks a lot!” she gushed.  She crossed over to the passenger side as he got in and leaned over to unlock the door.  Once she was up on the seat, she reached into her purse and took out Billy’s pistol.  “Now drive to Interstate 57,” she said pointing it at him low so it couldn’t be seen outside.

“Shit.  Lady, I gotta get to work or my boss will - “

Kate cocked the gun and the young man immediately turned his attention to doing what she had asked.  As they rode across town, he kept casting furtive glances at her enormous breasts.

“Is those things real?”

She looked at him blankly for a moment, and then pulled one side of her blouse up, revealing the bare flesh of her immense left boob.  “So is the gun,” she commented dryly.

“Shit!  You got big titties!”

“Bright boy,” she observed, letting her shirttail fall back down.

“You runnin’ from the law?”

“Maybe.”

“I can help you, lady.”

“You are helping me.”  Kathryn could almost hear the gears in his head slowly turning.  “Listen, kid.  If you’re real cooperative, I might be nice to you.  Real nice.”

Grinning foolishly, he nodded his head and shoulders.  “Good deal.  Where are we goin’?”

“You’re going to drive me to Minneapolis, Wisconsin.”

“Cool.”

12

IN SUBURBAN MASON City, Iowa, Joey Pruette lay in his bed, gazing out the open window at the starry sky.  It was well into the night and everyone else was asleep.  But Joey had awakened for some reason and could not go back to sleep.  After spending twenty or thirty minutes in this reverie, he was startled by a noise.  From outside his window he saw a shadowy figure approach.  He froze and held his breath as he quietly watched the silhouette of the cloaked  stranger.  The person continued coming straight toward his window.  Joey was wishing his room was on a nice safe second story when he heard his name being called.

“Joey?”  It was a woman’s voice.  “Joey Pruette!”  Then there was a face in his window.  “Joey?”

He nodded, in lieu of any ability to speak at that moment.

“My name is Nina Lattamore.  I need to talk to you.  It’s very important.  Can I come in?”

“But - it’s late.  My parents are asleep.”

“But you’re not.  I won’t make noise.  I was told to come see you.  I was told that - that you would know me.”

Joey faltered.  Know her?  I don’t - .  A cold tingle washed down his spine.  Nina?  That Nina?  He moved closer to the screen to see her face.  It can’t be.  But it sure looks like her.  This has got to be a dream.  But if it is, it’s the best dream I ever had.  “Okay, I’ll take the screen out so you can come in, but please be quiet.”

He released the screen, pulled it inward and set it aside as the woman stepped into his bedroom.  There was no question about her now.  This was either the Nina from Joey’s ‘Giant Tits’ magazine, or a dream version of her.  Her bosom were unbelievably huge, bulging out within the long flowing cloak she was wearing and protruding so far out in front of her that they seemed to fill the entire room.  He watched them swaying ponderously underneath her garment.  He realized he was gawking at her, and felt embarrassed, but she just stood there smiling at him kindly.

“Can I sit on the bed?”  she whispered.

“Uh, sure.”  He crept over to his bedroom door, locked it, and tiptoed back to the bed, sitting opposite her.

“I know this must seem strange to you Joey, but this is very important.  You’re in danger.”

“Danger?”

“Let me explain.  I was told you’d know me.”

“Yea, you said.  But who knew that - uh -”

“Didn’t you see me in a magazine?”  He flushed and could not find words.  “It’s okay with me Joey, I don’t mind.  Remember, I posed for those pictures, so there’s no reason for you to be embarrassed.”

“It is you!”

She straightened up and thrust her chest out, patting her immense bust.  “Who else?” she said winking.

Joey felt something strong well up inside of him, and he spoke.  “I’ve been wanting to tell you how beautiful I think you are, Nina.  I mean not just because you’re so - so big, uh, - but everything about you.  I’m glad you’re here, and if this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.”

She smiled warmly at him.  “Thank you very much.  But it’s not a dream, Joey.  It’s quite real, and so is the danger you’re in.”

“Oh yeah.  Tell me.”

“There are - people - who want to take not only your life but your soul as well.  They’re evil people and they want you to belong to them.”

“Who are they?”

“You don’t know them, I don’t even know them, but they know you.  You have a very powerful potential and that can be seen in the supernatural.  Now, I know how weird that sounds; I’ve only recently learned about all this stuff myself.  Anyway, I’m here to prevent them from laying claim to you.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“We have to make love Joey.”

Shit!  It sounded just like she said we have to make love.  “Huh?”

“I want you to have sex with me, Joey.”  She unfastened the front of her cloak, and pulled it open, revealing her enormous bare breasts.  Joey could only stare at them as they wobbled cumbrously before his eyes.  They looked even more gigantic in person than they did in the magazine.  There they were.  Right in front of him.  Huge naked tits.  Got to be the biggest in the world.  Nina scooted closer to him on the bed and her mammoth breasts responded by swinging and bouncing majestically.  She took his trembling hands and pressed them against the vast flesh of her incredible bosom.  “I know you’re a virgin, so don’t be embarrassed.  I’ll show you what to do.”

He began caressing the skin of her tremendous tits, in awe of their size and beauty.  He explored the breadth of their girth and the depth of their excessive protuberance.  He placed his hands underneath her huge mammaries and tested their weight.  They were wonderfully heavy and solid: more than he could lift from that position.  When he let them go, her mammoth breasts bobbled massively, her great nipples nodding as if to encourage him to further play.

“Do whatever you want to do with me,” Nina whispered.  “Anything.”  She reached into the fly of his pajama bottom, pulled out his erection and caressed it..

Joey didn’t have to think.  He had fantasized about being with this woman more times than he could count.  He leaned over and placed kisses across the vast expanse of her immense bosom, working his way to one of her nipples and then began sucking on it.  It was so large it nearly filled his mouth.  In the magazine her nipples hadn’t looked so oversized; but because they were set against such phenomenally huge tits, they seemed less huge by comparison when in fact they were proportionately extreme.  He was delighted when her nipple swelled in his mouth: he hadn’t known they could do that.

After a few minutes, Nina got up from the bed and removed the rest of her clothing, with all the skill of her professional status.  Joey’s eyes were glued to her.  Her gigantic bosom jiggled and undulated deliciously with every movement.  As she leaned over to slide her panties down her lovely long legs, her goliath boobs swooped downward, hanging heavily from her chest and bounding ponderously.  They were so big that her nipples repeatedly poked into the floor as they bounced. 

When she was completely naked, she stepped over to the bed again and helped Joey off with his pajamas.  Then she pressed her monumental breasts together from the sides and playfully pushed them into Joey, knocking him backward onto the bed.  She got on the bed on her knees and straddled him, her colossal bosoms dangling over him, swaying and quivering.  He put his hands up to them and took hold of their vast flesh and began playing with them in awe and delight.  As Nina took his erection and sat on it, guiding it inside her, he gasped with pleasure.  She smiled down on him lovingly.  Over and over, she slowly lifted up and eased down on Joey, as he frolicked with her swollen mammaries.  He made them roll and heave, wobble and surge, doing all the things he had ever imagined doing with Nina’s gigantic boobs, and he found things they could do that he didn’t know they would.  His play, inexperienced as he was, gave her more pleasure than any lover she had ever known, and she found herself getting closer and closer to climax, which she had not planned on.  Her mission was simply to couple with Joey and seal him to her, but she got an extra bonus: at the moment she felt Joey coming inside her, she herself experienced a racking orgasm of overwhelming intensity.

When it was over, she collapsed on top of him in exhausted bliss, her mountainous bosom pressing down all around him, nearly burying him completely.  Joey smiled and turned his face into her abundant flesh and nuzzled it appreciatively.  “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Nina,” he said softly.  He couldn’t see the tears that formed in her eyes.

13

THE VAN HAD pulled into the parking lot at about 2:45 am, but no one got out of the vehicle for almost an hour.  If someone had been observing as one of the back doors finally opened, they would have been distracted by the size of the bosom belonging to the woman getting out, and probably would not have noticed the nude corpse of a young man lying on the mattress inside the van.  But there were no observers.

Kathryn slammed the door shut, and gathering her coat around her cumbrous bust, went to a nearby pay phone.  She brought up the telephone directory and opened it.  She wanted to confirm not only the intuitions that had led her to this place, but the name she had dreamed as well.  Flipping pages until she came to the name Harris, she scanned down the names.  Doubts flashed through her mind and grew stronger with each passing second.  Then she saw it.  “Jennifer Harris, 214-C Oak Circle,” she affirmed aloud.  There it was.  The number and the name together.  It had to be true.

She opened her purse, took out a quarter and called a taxi service, which responded in good time and took her to the address.  It was an apartment complex, as she had guessed.  After paying the driver and scrutinizing the layout of the place, she figured out which way she needed to go in order to find 214-C.

She climbed some stairs and hurried along the second floor hallway, following the apartment numbers that led her to her prey.  She desperately wanted to walk faster, but she was already hurrying as fast as the tremendous bouncing of her great breasts would allow.  If I can just do this one, I’ll be out of danger.

In a few seconds she was knocking on Jenny’s door, waiting impatiently for an answer.  After some groggy fumbling, Jenny opened her door as far as the security chain would allow.  Peeking out, she was about to ask this stranger what on earth she wanted at that hour, when Kathryn kicked the door with incredible strength.  The chain popped and the door flew inward, striking Jenny in the face, bloodying her nose and knocking her temporarily senseless.  She cried out in pain and surprise.

Kathryn entered the apartment and closed the door behind her.  She stood for a moment looking at the other woman.  Yes, this is the one.  The size of her breasts was astounding, nearly as large as her own.  Her robe had fallen open, and they hung exposed, quivering massively as Jenny staggered to maintain her balance.  A powerful kick swept Jenny’s feet out from under her and she went crashing to the floor, unconscious.  Kate was upon her in an instant like a vulture on carrion.  Kneeling across Jenny’s abdomen, she clamped her mouth onto one of the woman’s great nipples, and sucked with extraordinary vehemence, not as an infant would suckle, but rather the way a spider feeds.

Kathryn went about her bizarre and deadly business, and was out of the apartment in less than 20 minutes.  Although neighbors did telephone police because of the noise, no one had seen her come or go.  The taxi driver’s statement only indicated that it was Jenny who had come home late and alone.  Officers could find no clues that might lead them to the murderer.  Neither did they have an inkling that Jennifer had had more than her life taken from her that night.

14

WHEN NINA ANSWERED her door, there was a young woman standing there who gave her the distinct impression of being in some sort of emotional turmoil.  Her bosom was huge, even bigger than the average bust size in Ponaca, though still not nearly the size of Nina’s.  She gave Nina a thin smile, and after glancing at her enormous bust, said, “You must be Nina Lattamore.”

“Yes?”

“My name is Roxanne Vaughan, I’m a friend of Jenny Harris.  May I come in?  I need to talk to you.”

Nina realized that this was probably one of the women to whom Jenny had imparted her strange gift.

“Sure, come on in.”

Roxy entered the apartment and they sat down together in Nina’s living room.  “Goodness.  You are as big as Jenny.  Amazing that you got so large naturally.  You’re very pretty, too.”

“Thank you.  What can I do for you, Roxanne?”

“Well, I have bad news, I’m afraid.”  Nina saw tears forming in the corners of her eyes.  “Our friend Jenny - “ she swallowed and finished with a breaking voice, “she - passed away night before last.”

Tears began to roll down Nina’s cheeks too as she looked at her guest in shock.  “What?  How?”

Roxy wept as she continued, “She was murdered in her home.”

“Oh no!”  Nina reached for a box of tissue and held it out for Roxy before taking one herself.  “Dear sweet Jenny!  No.  I had only just met her, but I was already thinking of her as a close friend.  This is horrible.  Do they know who did it?”

“They don’t.  But I think I do.  Well, I really can’t say exactly who killed her, but I’d bet anything it was the ones Jenny called ‘the enemy’.”  Nina nodded, but could not answer, so Roxy held her hand and continued.  “I don’t know how, but she must have sensed that she was in some kind of danger.  A couple of weeks ago she said if anything ever happened to her, that we should all get together.”

“Who should?” Nina managed to ask through her tears.

“All of us.  Those of us who received what Jenny called ‘the gift’, as well as you and somebody she said you would know - a young man named Joey.”

Nina nodded.  “Get together when - and where?”

“After the funeral we’re all going over to my apartment.  We’ll have something to eat, and talk for a while.”

Nina blew her nose and asked, “Did Jenny say why she wanted us to meet?”

“Not really.  She just said we should get together and we would know what to do.”

“This is all so strange.  Alright.  When is the funeral?”

“Tomorrow at four.  Can you and Joey make it?”

“I think so.  I’m not working tomorrow night, so that’s not a problem.  Joey probably can get out; his parents don’t seem to care what he does, poor guy.  I’ll get him there, one way or another.”

“Good.  If you can’t make it to the funeral, here’s my address.  Try to be there around five or so.”

Roxy soon excused herself and left Nina’s apartment.  After Nina collected herself as much as she could, she called directory assistance for Mason city and asked for the Pruette phone number.  She dialed and a male voice answered.  She didn’t want to raise questions about why Joey was getting a phone call from a grown woman, so she did her best to raise her pitch slightly to sound like a teenage girl.

“Is Joey there?”

“Uh yeah, this is me.”

“Oh good.  Joey, this is Nina Lattamore.”

“Oh, hi Nina!  I was wondering who you were.  You sounded different.”

“I thought you were your dad so I disguised my voice to sound like a girl your own age.  I didn’t want to arouse any suspicions.”

Joey laughed.  “Well, girls don’t call me, so that would have been suspicious.”

“Well, they don’t know what they’re missing.  Listen, can you meet me tomorrow at about three or earlier?”

“Yea, I guess so.  What’s up?”

“You remember I told you about some people who want to harm you?”

“Yes -”

“Last night they murdered one of my friends.”

“Gosh, I’m sorry!”

“Actually she was your friend too, even though you never met her.  She was the one who asked me to come see you and told me how to find you.”

Joey thought about that a moment.  “She really was my friend.  I’ll remember that night for the rest of my life.  Is there anything I can do?”

“That’s why I’m calling.  The woman who was killed has a lot of friends - other people she has helped - and she had said that if anything ever happened to her, we should all get together.  Even though you and I aren’t really part of their group, they want us to be there and meet with them.”

“Okay.  I get home from school a little after four though.  Is that too late?”

“Let’s see - the place we need to go is in Minneapolis, which is about a two hour drive from Mason City.  What time do you get out of school?”

“Three-thirty.”

“Not enough time.  Can you get out early?”

“No problem.  I’ve done it lots of times.  How about meeting me out in front of the school at two-thirty?”

“That’s good.  Now give me directions to your school.”

15

JOEY WALKED DOWN the front walk of Mason City High School with two of his friends who had also decided to cut class.  It was best to be bold and obvious when sneaking out of school: if you looked like you had a perfect right to be leaving, usually no one would question you.

“Joey; you sure you don’t wanna come with us?  We’re goin’ to Phil’s: he’s got beer and Playboys® in his basement.”

“No thanks.  Here’s my ride.”  He had spotted Nina inside the mini-van she had described to him over the phone.  The door opened and his heart fluttered when he saw her smiling face.  Waving, she got out of the driver’s seat and her massive 143-inch bust loomed into the full sunlight.  He waved back and grinned as he heard his friends utter hoarse cries of disbelief and awe.  They stood rooted to the ground, staring open mouthed as Joey walked right up to this boob-goddess and got hugged into her enormous bosom.  Nina made a point of giving him a good long wet kiss in front of his friends.

As he circled around the front of the van, one of his buddies piped up, “Can we go with you?”

Joey smiled at them and gave them the finger.  Before getting back in the driver’s seat, Nina made a show of adjusting the clothing around her immense bust.  “Sorry, boys.  All I need is one real man.”

Watching them drive off, they could not have known that they would never see Joey Pruette again.

The drive up to Minneapolis seemed to take only a few minutes instead of two hours.  As they talked and shared their souls with each other, Joey’s love for Nina deepened, as did Nina’s admiration of her young friend, who seemed more mature than any grown man she had ever known.  On one hand, she wanted him as her lover, but on the other, she couldn’t feel right about the difference in their ages.  Her love and respect for him churned inside her, tearing at her heart.

They arrived at the Twin Cities just a few minutes before five, and after fighting some traffic, found the address where they were to meet.  Nina rang the bell, and Roxy came to the door.  She smiled broadly at them and swung the door wide for them to enter.  Joey was amazed when Roxanne’s entire figure was revealed.  She was wearing an extremely large tee shirt that fit tightly over her marvelous 95-inch breasts.  It was apparent that she was not wearing a bra, since her immense boobs jiggled and swayed delightfully underneath the shirt, and her ripe, full nipples protruded into the fabric conspicuously.  “Thanks for coming Nina,” she said giving her cheek a kiss as she entered.  Nina felt a jealous flush come over her when she noticed Joey admiring Roxy’s corpulent bust, and then was ashamed for feeling that way.  Joey didn’t belong to her, and besides, Roxy was a friend.  “You must be Joey, right?”  Roxy put her arm around his shoulder and gave him a squeeze, inadvertently pressing him into the side of one of her enormous tits.  Joey hoped the boner he was getting wouldn’t show.

“Yeah.  Joey Pruette.”

“I’m Roxy Vaughan.  Come on in and meet everyone.”  Nina was compelled to take his hand possessively as they proceeded into the living room.  There were at least a dozen gorgeous, large bosomed women sitting in a loose circle on a variety of chairs, and when they saw Nina, some gasped, and a whispered phrase “...as big as Jenny...” was heard.  Introductions went around, but Joey was so busy watching all those big tits, he couldn’t have repeated a single name.  One girl, named Michelle, had breasts that were even more massive than Roxy’s, though not as immense as Nina’s.  Her ponderous boobs bulged out imposingly in front and to either side, swelling to fill her entire lap.  The top few buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned, showing some extraordinary cleavage, and the remaining buttons stretched the garment tight across her swollen protuberance, leaving open gaps in her shirt front.  Joey could see right in those gaps, to the inner sanctum of her huge, soft, peach colored breasts.

In addition to having very large bustlines in common, these women all seemed to enjoy flaunting their abundance.  None of them wore the sort of figure-concealing clothes that big bosomed women often wear.  Every top was form fitting and there was a lot of wonderful décolletage present, as well as numerous sets of braless nipples in evidence.  There were some very short skirts also, with several exquisite pairs of legs on display.

Two more chairs were brought in, and the newcomers were seated.  Joey crossed his legs, hoping to conceal his erection.  Roxy brought in a couple of cold drinks for them, and when she bent forward to set them on the coffee table next to Joey, her huge breasts swung out heavily, exposing their broad under sides to him as her shirt tail opened up.  He nearly fell out of his seat.

Barbara spoke up.  “I guess we can get started now, everybody.  We don’t really know why we’re here, except that Jenny requested it.  I think it would be good if we opened this meeting with a minute of silence in respect for her memory.”

After several moments, as if on cue, the women began quietly commenting on the fact that they were experiencing the same sensations they’d felt when Jenny had endowed them with their special femininity.  Someone suggested that they all hold hands, and everybody silently complied.  Nina gave Joey’s hand an affectionate squeeze as he sat between her and Roxy, reflecting that he was surely the only guy at Mason City High who had ever held hands with two women at once who each had tits bigger than basketballs.  (In Nina’s case, she could put a basketball between her boobs and it would probably disappear in her cleavage!)  He reined in his thoughts and tried to concentrate with the group.

“Nina,” Barbara began, “I get the feeling that you and Joey are important somehow.  I don’t know if that’s right or not - maybe my mind is on you two because you just came in...”

“No, I feel the same way,” another woman concurred.  Others also voiced their agreement.

“Let’s all stand and make a circle around them,” Donna suggested.

Another woman added, “None of us have as much power as Jenny had, but what if we all combine our power?”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Yeah, and we should do it bare-breasted,” Roxy announced.

“What?” someone blurted.

“I agree,” another said.

“Well, Joey ought to like that,” Barbara commented amid the giggling.

“It can’t hurt, and I have a feeling it’ll increase our power.”

Commotion turned into assent and the ladies all stripped to the waist, indeed to Joey’s delight.  It was decided that Nina should stay dressed, since she and Joey were to be the focus of the effort, not part of it.  They stood surrounded by beautiful women whose over-sized tits wiggled and bounced nakedly.  Roxy and Michelle were standing together directly in front of Joey, their pendulous bosoms so huge and full that it seemed they were about to burst as they undulated before him.

“Now everyone close your eyes and concentrate,” Barbara commanded.  A hush fell on the room and in a few moments, stars came out.

16

IN NEAR DARKNESS, Nina and Joey could barely make out someone’s silhouette, and as their eyes adapted, the dark figure resolved into a woman-shape.  She seemed to be watching them, standing partially hidden behind some large shadowy objects.

“You are Nina Lattamore, and Joey Pruette,” her voice said quietly.

“Yes,” Nina said in a voice that seemed to her to be too loud.  Joey nodded his agreement.

“You’ve come.”  Before the echo of her voice had died away, a brilliant light suddenly filled the place where they were.  It took several painful seconds for their vision to adjust, and then Nina and Joey gasped in amazement.  They were not in Minneapolis anymore.

The woman was not hiding herself behind anything.  She was naked, standing behind her own astronomically gigantic breasts.  They were each nearly eight feet in diameter and their full weight rested on the floor.  They were spherical, swelling up above the woman’s head.  They appeared to be extremely solid, because where their great mass pressed against the floor, they only bulged out ever so slightly.  The areolea surrounding her nipples were nearly a foot in diameter and the nipples themselves were so huge that Nina couldn’t help but be reminded of a man’s erection.

True big-breast lovers, both Nina and Joey stood in awe of this woman’s cyclopean mammaries.  They were overwhelming, not only for their size, but that their shape was beautiful, even on such an enormous scale.  If someone was to devise a means to measure her monumental bustline, they would find it to be five hundred fifty-nine inches in girth.

“Come and suck,” the woman said, beckoning.  “Drink from me, children.”  Neither one hesitated, but each went to one of the woman’s mountainous tits.  The flesh of her mammoth breasts was solid and smooth, and the nipples were so big that they were almost too much for Joey or Nina to get into their mouths.  The milk was the best drink that either of them had ever had.  They drank until they were full, and then found that it was not just their appetites that were satisfied, but it seemed that something deep inside was also completely satiated.

When they were finished, the woman with the behemoth breasts told them to sit on the floor and rest.  “I am Spirit Mother to all whose hearts are good.  I serve the I Am, and my power is as great as my bosom.  I give to those through whom I can direct myself, and to those who give themselves to me, I give all the more.  You Nina, and you Joseph, have allowed me to have sway in your hearts when you knew nothing about me.  This has earned you my love and favor.

“A woman’s bosom holds power in it.  More than just sexual power.  It has spiritual energy.  The bigger the breasts, the more power they are capable of.  My enemy has taken for herself a servant and has made her bust exceedingly large - even larger than yours, Nina.  This servant thinks hers is the biggest of all bosoms because she does not know me.  If she can be destroyed, then her mistress will also be defeated.  Though my power is great, I cannot face her in your world.  For that I must have a servant of my own.  My handmaiden Jennifer was taken from me, and thus cannot serve this purpose.  If you will do it, I will give you greater size and strength for the battle.”  She paused, looking at Nina, awaiting an answer.

“I’ll do whatever needs to be done, Spirit Mother,” Nina said resolutely.

“My deepest thanks.  As well as increasing your power for this task, I will also grant you a boon that is in your heart, but has not yet surfaced in your mind.  But sleep now.  Get rest, both of you.”

They both felt suddenly very tired, and reclined on the shining floor.  The bright light left as their consciousness faded.

They could not tell how much time had passed when they awoke, if indeed any time had passed at all in that place, but they felt fresh and invigorated.  When they looked at each other, they were each amazed.  Joey’s body had matured into that of a handsome young man in the prime of his masculinity.  His boy’s clothing looked ridiculous pulled across his large muscular frame, and was ripped at the seams in places.

Nina’s immense bosom was now much bigger than it had been before.  Her blouse, specially tailored to accommodate her enormous tits, had burst open.  Her huge, tumescent breasts projected radically out from her chest, swollen well beyond their former magnitude, the skin stretched so tight around their bulk that it gleamed.

Joey crawled over to her.  “Nina - wow!”  He ran his hand appreciatively across her huge taut bosom.

Nina also put her hand out and caressed his swelling penis, which had poked its way through a split in his diminutive jeans.  “Wow!” she echoed.

Joey looked down at himself and was amazed at his body.  “I’m - I’m all grown up now!”

“I’ll say you are.”  She rolled back and pulled him on top of her.  “Let’s make love,” she cooed. 

Joey needed no further coaxing.  He put his hands on her giant breasts and separated them so he could lie between them.  She guided his bombastic hard-on to its mark and as he thrust into her, her eyes widening as she gasped in delight.  He profusely kissed the vast flesh of her incredible breasts and then took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked.  As their passionate lovemaking continued, Nina uttered little rapturous squeaks and moans, which eventually transformed into the delirious cries of orgasm.  He continued to pump after she had climaxed, and in a few seconds, she came again, gasping, “Oh Joey.”

He stopped thrusting and pulled out of her for a while to let her rest.  He sat up and ran his hands up her lovely legs, over her trim waist and onto her enormous tits, which lolled massively at her sides.  He perceived how sensitive they were, as she trembled and moaned in delight at his caress.  He kneaded her gigantic tits in great circular movements, stroking her vast, firm flesh and rubbing his palms over her erect nipples.  Suddenly she sat upright before him, her huge boobs rolling into place before her.  Her great swollen bosom pressed against his chest, forcing him down on his back.  She took his cock in her hands and inserted it into her extensive cleavage.  He pressed her magnificent tits together against his dick as she moved it around between them.  Then she moved up and sat on him, savoring the moment of his entry into her.  Her enormous breasts ballooned out from her torso so extensively that they nearly filled his entire field of vision.  He grabbed one in each hand and clutched them to his face, kissing them as he pumped upward into her.  Swiveling herself around his erection, she countered his thrusts, sending heavy undulations through the copious flesh of her phenomenal bosoms.  He took the tips of her boobs in his hands, and twirled both nipples in his fingers.  Tossing her head back, she began breathing the word “Oh” over and over until finally she came again very intensely.  She started rocking slowly from side to side in her pleasure.  Giving him a gleaming look, Nina arched her back and raised up slightly on her knees until only the tip of his cock was still inside her.  Then she impelled herself down on him again, and kept moving up and down in a manner that not only stroked his erection, but also made her colossal breasts quiver and surge.  Joey watched his lover’s tremendous bosom in awe.  Nina pumped him this way, her huge boobs gyrating intensely, until at last he came.  The sensation of him ejaculating deep inside her was all she needed to climax again herself.  Separating her colossal boobs, she laid down over him and whispered, “I love you, Joey” in his ear.  His voice broke with emotion as he answered her in kind.

17

JOEY AND NINA watched their surroundings melt away again like a sand castle at high tide.  The air grew cold against their nakedness and darkness engulfed them as dim new scenery materialized.  An eerie bluish light illuminated a small clearing in an otherwise dark forest.  Why such a clearing should exist amid dense, ancient growth was unfathomable to the natural mind.   In truth it was the meeting place of faeries and other spirits, both fair and foul, and tonight it was to serve as a battlefield.

Joey looked first at Nina to be sure she was alright.  She stood next to him with a stern look on her face.  Her incredibly enormous breasts seemed to shine in the gloom.  “I think I know what we’re here to do,” she said quietly.

Then at the opposite side of the clearing, the mist coalesced and a third figure appeared.  It was another woman, and she too had a bosom of incredible size.  She stood there, also completely nude, and was every bit as sexy and beautiful as Nina was, but Joey perceived that there was something lacking.  Though her face was lovely, it did not shine with the humor, the grace, and the purity that positively lit up Nina’s countenance.  He saw an anger in this woman, and he also saw death in her eyes.  He suddenly became very frightened for Nina.

Kathryn spoke.  “So.  You are the one, eh?  And I see you’ve brought your familiar.  He’s only a boy: he can’t help you.”

Nina and Joey exchanged looks of puzzlement.  Could this woman not see that he had been changed into a grown man?  Was she also blind to Nina’s hyper-enlarged boobs and thus her increased strength?  Or were these things illusions that existed only in their minds?  These doubts assaulted Nina’s courage as she assessed the situation.  Although she had seen Jenny wield the strange power that had emanated from her breasts, she did not know how to manifest such a thing herself,  and wondered if she even could.

As Kathryn stepped toward her, her immense tits took on an eerie glow, and they began to lift up and forward, like attack dogs straining at a leash.  There was a flash and Nina suddenly felt as if something had slapped against her entire body.  Staggering backward, she caught her balance as Joey cried out in alarm for her.  When a second blast struck her and sent her reeling, he bolted toward Kathryn.  She turned to him and a blinding shock wave hurled him to the ground.

“Joey!” Nina called.

“I see,” Kathryn taunted.  “You love that thing.  Well, dear, I’ll do you a favor.  After I kill you, I’ll dispose of your familiar too, so you can be together in death.  I have a special method of dispatching males.  I really get off on it,” she added with a sinister giggle.  Another flash slammed into Nina and she too was knocked down.  Slowly, with an air of triumph, she strolled toward her stunned enemy.  I see you know nothing about power.  You’ll be even easier to kill than your predecessor.”

Nina, looking up at her in shocked rage and fear, hissed, “You killed Jenny!”

“I took her life and her power as well.  Now I’ll take yours, too.” 

Without stopping to think, Joey stood, picked up a rock and pitched his best fastball at Kathryn.  Before she could deliver another blow, the rock struck her boob hard and ricocheted straight up.  Shrieking in pain, she turned away from Nina to face him.

“Son of a bitch,” she hollered.  “I’m going to kill you first.”  A fierce burst of light hammered into him without letting up.  As he lay wailing and writhing, the rock that he had thrown came back down and hit Kathryn squarely on the top of her head, knocking her senseless for long enough for Nina to recover and get back on her feet. 

She took two quick steps toward Kathryn and shouted, “You piece of shit!”  As the words left her lips, a blaze of light startled her and she was surprised when it didn’t knock her over, but instead threw her adversary on the ground.  She looked down at her gigantic breasts and they were quivering and glowing as they bobbled.  “I did it!” she whispered to herself.

Lying on the ground, Kathryn delivered a weak flare to Nina, just effective enough to allow her time to stand.  They faced each other, pacing around with their whopping bosoms dangling and bouncing heavily, and began exchanging bursts and counterbursts.  Every time one of the women fired out a flash of power, her ponderous boobs would first swell up and rise toward her adversary, and then recoil when the blast was discharged.  Watching their mountainous tits bounding around would have given Joey a good hard-on if he hadn’t been so fearful for Nina’s safety.

The battle was a stalemate for what seemed a considerable length of time, with neither woman being able to get an effective blow past the other’s defense.  Whenever Joey would try to intervene, Kathryn would send him reeling back again. 

Suddenly Joey turned and ran off into the woods.  Nina called after him, but he didn’t answer.  She tried to console herself that he was after all only a boy, even if he did have a man’s body now. 

“Your lover has deserted you,” Kathryn jeered.  “He sees your death coming and he refuses to stay with you.”

“Go fuck yourself, bitch,” Nina countered.

After several more minutes of inconclusive sparing, Joey silently appeared out of the dark wooded perimeter, directly in back of Kathryn.  In a crouched position, he was slowly and quietly sneaking up on their enemy.  Nina saw him in her peripheral vision and managed not to betray him by looking directly at him, instead maintaining the eye-to-eye lock with her opponent.  She had no idea what his plan was, but she determined in her heart to improvise around whatever surprise he had in mind.  Joey crept up and got down sideways on his hands and knees right behind Kathryn.  It dawned on Nina what schoolyard prank Joey had in mind.  She suddenly rushed headlong upon Kathryn, who backed up a step, just enough to fall backwards over Joey’s naked body.

Nina continued her charge, leaping on top of Kathryn.  Their massive bosoms collided nipple to nipple, and a great discharge of energy occurred, yin against yang, light against dark, good against evil, canceling each other out.  When the upheaval was over, the three of them were sprawled on the ground dazed.  Now that the supernatural power of the two women had been dissipated, Kathryn’s breasts were again normal size.  Nina’s boobs had also reverted to their natural size, but even though they were significantly reduced, they were still overwhelmingly huge.

Panting, they stood up, and Nina pierced Kathryn with her gaze, saying, “Murdering bitch.” 

“You go to hell,” the woman sneered as she suddenly executed the same low sweeping kick that she had used when she’d killed Jenny Harris.

Nina deftly jumped over the kick and replied, “No.  You.”  A blinding flash erupted from Nina’s huge tits and slammed hard into Kathryn Warren, throwing her backward against a tree limb and breaking her neck.  She crumpled to the ground dead.

18

THE FOREST FADED from sight, and Nina and Joey found themselves in a warm darkened place, still naked.  They felt each other’s presence as well as that of another faint, unidentified entity.  “What now,” Joey moaned.

A voice seemed to speak to them from inside their own minds.  “Your ordeal is over, children.  You have done well.  I am in your debt.”

“Spirit Mother,” Nina breathed.  “How did we win?  I thought the magic had left.”

“Yes, the gift that had been given did vanish.  But you had your own potency, Nina.  Remember, a woman’s bosom contains great power.”

Nina felt around in the dark for Joey.  She couldn’t recall if, in the clash, Joey’s body had reverted to that of a 15-year-old boy.  “Ah.  There you are.  Are you still grown up?  Oh my.  Oooo.”

“Whoa!”

“Yes indeed.  I see you are.  But Spirit Mother, how come Joey’s gift remained with him?”

“Because you and he are bonded together.  You are his strength, not me.  And he is your strength.  Which brings us to this: you both may walk away now with no obligation to me.  In fact, as I said, I am obligated to you.  But I beseech you to consider joining yourselves to me.  There is still work to be done.”

“Well, speaking for myself,” Nina answered, “I’d like continue the work of my friend Jenny.”

“And you, Joseph?”

“As long as I can be with Nina,” Joey said quietly.  “That’s all I could ever want.”

“Then what token may I grant you in exchange for your service to me, past and future?”

“Well, I hate to be a boob-glutton, but I was really enjoying having my tits twice as big a few moments ago.”

“It is customary for the gift to be passed in full to the next office holder from the previous handmaiden.  Receive, then, the bounty of my servant Jennifer Harris,” Spirit Mother announced.  “And Joseph, you are released from your bond to your parents.  You have earned your emancipation.”  With that, her presence faded and light began to slowly infiltrate the darkness.

“Joey?”

“I’d like to be called Joseph now, Nina.  Like the Spirit Mother did.”

“Okay, I really like that, too.  It’s a good man’s name.”  My man, she wished.  “Joseph?”

“Yes?”

“I have to tell you this.”  She felt in the dark for his hand.  “I want us to be together.  I want to belong to you.  Always.”

Joseph was silent for a frightening moment.  When he spoke, emotion was heavy in his voice.  “I’ve never wanted anything more.”  They held hands in silence for a while, basking in their moment.

“There’s something else,” Nina said.

“What?”

“My breasts are really big.”

“I know.”

“No, I mean really big.  Like humongous.  I think I just got Jenny’s boobs added to my own now.”

“You have four tits?”

She snickered.  “No, silly.  Here feel.”

Joe reached out and stroked the widely arcing contour of one of Nina’s fantastically swollen boobs.  “Yikes!  They are big.”  He tried to focus on them in the dark, but to no avail.  “Incidentally, where are we?”

“I think we’re in my - our apartment,” Nina ventured.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Me too.  To be specific, I believe we’re in our bedroom.”

“I like the sound of that, too.”

Joseph heard Nina get up with a grunt and move across the room.  She flicked a switch and light flooded the room.  He could only stare dumbstruck at the sight of her.  Her breasts were at least double the size they had previously been.  They spread out from her body stupendously, thrusting far out in front of her, wobbling and slowly swinging in wide arcs.  Huge and spherical, their under sides came down to mid-thigh level.  She ran her hands along the surface of her gigantic tumescent boobs, marveling at their sheer volume.  “Wow.” she whispered.  “There are a lot of new things I can do in my act with tits this big.”  She glanced over at him, sitting bare-assed on the floor, and saw that his large penis had become very erect.

“Wanna see if we can think of some things to do with them in ‘our’ bed?”