
"Hey Josh." Kira said, looking up from her computer at her small boyfriend.

"H-hi Kira." He said, already feeling the urgency of his addiction.

"Lemme finish my thought." She said, and continued typing. Kira liked having
Josh around, but mostly for reasons that had nothing to do with him.
The genetic experiments meant to enhance her milk production had left her
stunted and flat, so she had been extremely anxious about what her Flowering
would bring all through high school. Watching the other girls blossom while
she remained a 5'2" shrimp with tiny little A-cups smaller than most middle
schooler's breasts was agonizing. She had been convinced that once she got to
college and started Flowering around her 18th birthday she would produce
so little milk that no one would consider her worth drinking from.

She had been right, as it turned out. While her roommate Kim's 34E cup bust
grew to a 34HH cup over the course of their freshman year, Kira's stayed
resolutely the same size. Kim had been larger than the average post
Flowering woman before she even started her late growth spurt, and once
she started to Flower she had quickly grown large enough to bond multiple
men. It was fortunate that women like Kim existed to supply the needs of the
extra 1/3rd of a man that existed for every woman, but her voluptuousness
had left Kira flushed with jealously and anger. Everyone knew that being
around bustier women when you were flowering inhibited growth. Kira had
read somewhere that the women to went to high school with Allison Black,
the 8 foot tall super busty news anchor who had been voted sexiest
woman alive for the last 6 years running, were on average 2.1 cup
sizes smaller than the average size of the larger American public.
Apparently when Allison had started her Flowering at just 16 her
pheromones had quickly convinced the bodies of her classmates that
they would not need to produce as much milk. She hated that Kim's
femininity was preventing hers from developing.

She had resigned herself to life as a spinster, but then one night she
and her lab partner, Josh Harmon, had stayed up too late and the girl
that he was drinking from at the time had gone to sleep. It would have
been no big deal, men's bodies could deal with hunger pretty well, so
he could have just gorged later, but then she had offered to do her
best.

"I mean, I might not have much milk for you, but it could at least take
the edge off." She had said with a nervous chuckle.

Josh was pretty casual with Samantha at the time, so he had thanked her
like a gentleman as she nervously unbuttoned her blouse. She was sure that
he would laugh at her stunted breasts, but he hadn't. Kira was sure that
he had been mostly motivated by a sense of charity, but his mind changed
as soon as he put his lips to the nub of her nipple.

"Holy shit. You taste amazing." He had said.

"T-Thanks." Kira had replied, taken aback by his ardor.

When she quickly ran out of milk he had been visibly disappointed.

The next day he had called her in the middle of her 10 a.m. class to ask
if he could see her again. Preferably as soon as possible. In somewhat
of a daze, Kira had agreed. She didn't feel much one way or the other
about Josh, but she did feel overwhelming pressure to bond with someone.
It was her duty to society as a woman to provide milk to the male populace
as women had since the dawn of the ages.

She had first noticed him shrinking a few weeks later. "Josh, you are still
drinking from other girls right? You know I just can't give you enough to
keep you going." She had said.

"Yeah, but none of them taste as good as you. Whenever I try to drink from
someone else I do nothing but think about how much I would rather be drinking
from you. I usually can't get more than a few swallows down, so none of my
usuals want to meet up anymore." He had replied.

Kira was flattered enough by his loyalty that she didn't push him further.
It wasn't like he would die. Once two people bonded, their metabolic systems
synchronized. If there wasn't enough nutrients the man would shrink,
transferring some of his mass to the woman so that her body would be more
about to take care of his. Kira had noticed that her breasts still felt full
after she fed Josh, so her guess was that the process had already begun.
The milk that flowed out of her body was replaced with his mass, which then
transfered more slowly to the rest of her body in the hours afterwards.

When they had reached the same height, Kira had started to grow suspicious
that there was something else at play. As Josh had shrunk, she had grown. Now
they both stood 5'4" tall and Kira no longer felt like a child with her
C-cups. It was still a close thing, but she felt like she was now providing
him enough nutrients that he could stop shrinking. She kept her suspicions
to herself, but thought she might have to do something soon. Josh was honestly
pretty obsessive about her. She had been thinking about breaking it off for
a little while, but she could see that it would crush him.

When Josh reached 4'6" Kira confronted him, "Josh, do you want to merge?"
She asked.

"W-What?" Josh looked at his pretty girlfriend. In the few months since he
had first drunk from her she had undergone a dramatic transformation.
She had always been pretty in a wafish sort of way, but with her scrawny
frame she had hardly registered as a woman to him. Now that he was 11"
shorter than her, she was much more imposing. Her D-cups were practically
exploding out of her old button down top. Her red hair tumbled down her
back in loose curls, and her green eyes seemed to shine brighter. What
Josh loved best about her was the way her peaches and cream skin seemed
so touchable soft. He had dreams of being slowly folded into her heavy
bosom every night, and he always woke with thoughts of the skin beneath
her throat fresh in his mind.

"I asked you if you're trying to merge with me, cause if you are,
I need to set some boundaries." Kira definitely didn't want to allow
her mind to merge with Josh's. It would destroy who she was. That was
something that only the seriously in love contemplated.

"N-No." Josh stuttered, though he realized that that was exactly what
he had been fantasizing about.

"Okay. Just making sure." She said. Then her expression softened and she
began unbuttoning her top. Further thoughts of merging fled from Josh's
head.

When she had bought her first E-cup bra and Josh had reached 3 feet in
height in the same day, Kira had brought it up again. Josh had been
insistent that he could control himself, but Kira didn't believe him.
It was obvious that even when he filled himself to bursting with her
milk he wanted more. The intensity of his desire for more was convincing
his body that it needed to shrink so that Kira could give him more.
She came very close to breaking up with him for his own good, but having
just passed the milestone of becoming bustier than the average post-Flowering
woman, she decided that it wouldn't hurt to let him contribute to her curves
a bit more. If he wanted to remedy the wrong that puberty had done her, she
wouldn't stop him.

Now he was 2 feet tall and she was spilling out of the green E-cup bra
that she had bought just three weeks ago. He was shrinking faster and faster
now.

"Okay." The red head said. "Climb on my bed." There wasn't much emotion in
their feedings these days. Kira was pretty checked out of the relationship
and Josh didn't care about anything except what was in her heavy breasts.

She unbuttoned her shirt and pressed his face to her bosom where he started
to suckle. After a moment she realized something was different. His skin
was getting sticky and he was shrinking far faster than normal. *Oh my god,
he's merging with me.* She thought in a panic. She had read that this never
happened when the man was larger than 1 foot in height, but something was
obviously different about their body chemistry. *I don't want to merge minds!*
She thought. *I told him I wouldn't! This is so unfair!* She could already
feel his mind reaching out to embrace hers *I don't have to do it. He's
basically trying to kill me!* She thought. Josh's body shrank with increasing
speed, until finally it stopped when he was about 4 inches tall. He had already
started to sink into her breast, but she knew it would take hours for the
process to complete. Her chest looked huge, swollen with all the biomass that
she had just absorbed. None of her regular bras were going to fit, so she
went digging in her closet for a sports bra. She managed to pull the stretchy
pink material over her chest, but the fabric was obviously stressed.

<You still coming out?> Her friend Sarah texted her.

Kira looked in the mirror and made a few minor adjustments to her sports
bra, tugging at the hem and neckline to display her newly enhanced cleavage
to maximum effect. She knew her breasts would shrink as some of the mass
was redistributed, but for a moment she knew what Kim felt like. She had just
straitened it out when Josh finally realized that his mental probing was being
ignored. He started to thrash and buck beneath the overstretched pink
spandex, but Kira just pressed her hand against him. "No turning back now.
You just tried to kill me little fella. That's not very nice."

<Yeah, I'll be there.> She shot back to Sara.

By the time she walked across campus, Josh's struggles had ceased, and she
no longer felt the probing of his mind. She did feel an expanded mental
acuity. Kira didn't know much about women who had Consumed a man. Merging
was already rare, and it was even more rare for a woman to Consume a man.
Doing so required gaining and betraying a trust so intimate that it was
usually impossible to do, even for those people who wanted to. The Merged
were always smarter and stronger than the two people who merged together
had been. It seemed like Kira was gaining that benefit without losing her
individuality.

"Hey girl. You look hot! Did Josh give you even more mass?" Sarah asked
incredulously.

"Actually... we just merged." Kira said.

"No way. Holy shit, congratulations."

"Thanks." Kira replied.

"I guess true love does exist." Sarah said with an expression of envy on
her face.

Kira smiled. If only she knew.

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Alison sat apart from the others in the dim classroom. Not too long ago,
Foreign Film Club had been her favorite activity. She loved soaking up the
culture of a different time and place as it beamed out at her from the screen.
Now things were different. She was the only girl among the early arrivals in
what used to be a fairly mixed gender group. Her friends Lizzy and Ume had
left along with the other girls. They were just looking after their own
flowerings, so Alison couldn't really blame them, but abandoning the club
she loved was too painful for Alison.

Alison heard the reason for her unhappiness before she saw it. The distinctive
sharp clicking sound of a large woman wearing heels floated down the hall
and through the open door. The ten or so boys lounging around the room
perked up like they were dogs who had heard their master coming home. Alison
thought that wasn't too far from the truth.

Kira swept into the room, making straight for the center of the room. Alison
had to admit that the red head was gorgeous. Her long, powerful legs were
almost completely bared by the tight black mini-skirt she had on. They rippled
with smooth power as she walked, and drew attention to the sway of her broad
hips. She wore small white sweater with buttons down the front that had been
small on her when she wore it two weeks ago, and now looked positively
desperate. It was stretched nearly to transparency even though Kira had only
buttoned the bottom button, exposing over a foot of peaches-and-cream cleavage
and quite a bit of pink lace from her bra. The sweater had also drawn up to
expose half of her impressive six pack.

"Let's do movie night!" She said, which was rewarded by cheers from the boys
sitting around the dim room as well as from the gaggle who had trailed
after her into the room. Alison had never seen Kira without boys trailing
after her like puppies, desperate to gain her favor.

"Alison, be a dear, and put on 'Amazon 5'." Kira said with a smile.

Alison gritted her teeth, and thought of several nasty replies, but she
didn't say any of them. Instead she said, "Yes, Kira." She hated how
being around the bustier girl made her so deferential. She hated how
Kira had totally derailed the movie schedule even more. It had taken
Kira all of 15 minutes to upend the club's carefully planned movie
selection and replace it with her own mainstream trashy movies. It
helped that anyone with a dick voted for whatever she did.

Kira kept up a steady stream of commentary as the movie rolled. The
worst part about it was that it was actually really funny. Alison
found herself laughing despite her resentment of the chesty red
head in the front row.

Kira's phone rang. "Hold on guys. I think that's my delivery." She
said picking up her phone. "Allison, pause for me." She stood up
and walked out of the room, "Yeah, I'm coming. You can't miss me,
I'm a big red-headed girl."

A moment later she came back into the room with several pizzas
stacked in her arms. "Oh, man. I'm hungry. You guys hungry at
all?" She asked.

There was a chorus of "Yeah" and "very" and "I could eat".

"Okay, well, I can give you all a drink after I finish my
dinner... unless you need to break for other dinner plans." She
said. It used to be that the Foreign Film Club would have intermissions
when people could go off to fulfill dinner plans, but ever since
Kira started showing up, none of the boys ever seemed to want anything
but her sweet milk. "Okay," Kira said with a smile, as if she hadn't
known all along that they were going to wait for her, "I guess you
can start the movie again Alison."

She didn't offer any of her pizza to Alison, but Alison wasn't hungry
anyway.

"Now, guys, my girls have been a bit hungry lately." Kira said after
the movie was over, "Are you sure you want to drink from me?" A woman
was said to have hungry breasts when she drained mass from men particularly
fast. It usually only happened to flowering girls for a few weeks or months.
As far as Alison knew, Kira's breasts were always hungry.

None of the boys seemed dissuaded, so Kira undid the single button of her
sweater. To do so, so had to press her breasts together, which caused her
cleavage to surge upwards. The sweater slid smoothly off her shoulders to
reveal her lacy pink bra. It soon went the same way as her sweater and
suddenly her breasts were bared to the air in all of their glory. They
bounced and swayed gently, never becoming completely still.

The boys approached her in pairs of 2. They suckled from her like the addicts
they were. As they drank, their loose clothes became even loser and Kira's
bust swelled ever larger. It seemed to go incredibly slowly, as Kira only
let out a tiny trickle of her milk at a time. She only had a limited supply,
but the longer she fed any one boy, the more mass she would drain from him.
Alison watched with the same sense of fascinated envy that she always felt.
Kira used them effortlessly. When the last of the boys had drunk their fill,
Kira's chest was far too large to fit into the bra she had casually discarded
on the desk beside her. It made Alison painfully aware of how loose her own
D-cup bra was. Kira's arrival at the Foreign Film Club had arrested and
then reversed Alison's own flowering. As much as she hated to flee the club,
she might have to reconsider running away from the busty amazon and her
powerful pheromones.

Alison was kind of hoping that Kira would have to go home bare chested, but
then she snapped her fingers, "Tommy, gimme my purse."

An unreasonably proud looking boy, one of the ones who had been trailing after
her, handed her a large and expensive looking handbag. She pulled a truly
massive maroon sports bra out of it, and pulled it over her head in order to
settle it around her swollen bust. She handed the bag back to Tommy, and pinched
the stretchy fabric in order to pull it into a more comfortable position.
Despite the size of her bra, it still looked small on the voluptuous red-head.

Apparently, Kira felt that was enough covering, because she swept out of the
room in much the same way she had swept in, only now she had even more boys
trailing after her, entranced by the motion of her ripe ass in her overstretched
mini-skirt.

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Kira pulled hard on the hem of her jeans to get them the last few inches
up her long legs. She had grown again, but the jeans were made out of kind
of hybrid denim so they had a bit of stretch to them. It was enough for
now, but she would have to upgrade again soon. Glancing in the mirror, she
turned back and forth to admire the way the jeans clung to the hard muscles
of her legs like a second skin. The low-rise jeans emphasized the swell of
her large bubble butt, and exposed her toned midriff beautifully. She looked
good in them. Of course, she looked good in everything, but there were some
things she looked better in.

She had just finished putting in her earrings when the doorbell rang.
"Oh, hi guys." She said, looming over the two men standing at the door
of her townhouse. She was still topless, so she held one arm over her
massive bosom, though it didn't hide very much of her pumpkin sized breasts.

"I was just about to go out, but I've got time for a quick feeding.
Come on in." She stepped back to let them come in.

As soon as she had closed the door, she bent over and scooped each one
of them up to cup to her bosom. Tom was about 2 feet tall, and the other
one Anton? Alex? was closer to 2.5. She gave a contented sigh as she felt
them begin to suckle. The sensation of her milk flowing out while their
body mass flowed in was as enjoyable as ever.

"Oh, you're an eager one." She giggled as she felt Tom start to shrink
rapidly. It was a sensation she had gotten used to since it had happened
that first time with Josh.

Life had been amazing for Kira after she consumed Josh. Over the course of
a few months she had gone from a tiny, flat chested girl to an average
height bustier than average girl. It had totally changed the way that people
reacted to her. Everyone was more deferential to women with bigger busts.
When she had been small chested, Kira had hated it, especially because she
was just as deferential as everyone else. Kim's word had been law in their
room her Freshman year. She was just so conditioned towards submissiveness
to a busty woman. Now the shoe was on the other foot. True, she still hadn't
been as big as Kim, but being 4 cup sizes larger than average carried weight.
On top of that, she had enjoyed an academic flowering every bit as real
as her physical one. The increased mental capacity she got from consuming
Josh was noticeable.

Once she was busty though, there was even more pressure to bond. A women
with her blessings had a duty to society to keep the men fed. Kira hadn't
minded though. She knew she had always been pretty, but now she had the figure
to go with her face. She knew she would be a hit with the boys, and she was.
What she didn't count on was how much of a hit. She wanted to keep things
fairly light after finishing a relationship that had ended in Consumption,
even if she did feel totally justified in her actions. The boys she offered
her milk to had different ideas. They would assure her that they just wanted
a casual feeding partner, not a real bond, but as soon as they tasted her milk
they were all over her.

She probably would have told them to get lost, except that after a few feedings
they would start giving her their mass, even when she fed them enough. It was
just like what had happened with Josh. Enamored with her new figure and stature,
Kira had allowed events to unfold. Just like with Josh, she would tell them that
she didn't want to merge, and they would say they had no intention of doing so.
But they just kept getting smaller and smaller as Kira's bountiful bosom sucked
their bodies away, and eventually they would attempt to merge.


Kira realized just how quickly she had been piling on the extra mass when she
ran into Kim in the library one day. "Kim! Long time no see! How've you been?"

Not recognizing the throaty voice, Kim had turned around in confusion to
see a 2 meter tall amazon bearing down on her with a brilliant smile on
her lips. Before she could say anything, the other woman wrapped her in
a familiar hug that pressed their large breasts together. Kim felt her
own bosom get flattened and covered by the overwhelming bust of the halfway
familiar red headed bombshell. It wasn't a familiar sensation for the busty
blond, and she found that she didn't much like it.

"Oh my god, you don't recognize me?" The other woman said, stepping back.

Kim stared at the vast valley of pale cleavage showing through the woman's
deep v-neck. "S-Sorry?" Was all she managed.

"I guess I have changed a bit. I used to be a lot shorter."

Kim wrenched her eyes away from those perfect breasts and searched the other
woman's face, "Kira?" She asked, incredulous.

"Yeah!" Kira said with triumphant grin.

"W-Wow, you've gotten a lot bigger. You look good. Uhhh, really good." Kim
said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.

"Thanks."

"Do you mind my asking how?"

"Of course not, I'm actually a collective now. I've merged with a few guys.
The process gave me a bit more mass and helped the girls out." At this last
Kira slid her hands up the clingy fabric of her thin t-shirt and gave
her chest a bounce.

"Wow."


Kira snapped back to the present moment as the boy latched on to her
right breast, whatever his name was, started the accelerated shrinking
that signaled an attempt to merge. Tom was starting to sink into her
left breast, and it looked like the other guy wanted to keep him company.
"Aww, is that all for me boys?" she giggled, "I guess now might not be
the best time to tell you that I'm not actually a collective." They
both started to thrash, but it was too late, they were already becoming
part of her. "Yeah, you see anyone I bond with just gets so hopelessly
addicted to me that they can't help but start to merge. The thing is
that I don't really want to merge. I'm happy being me, and pretty soon,
you will be to." She giggled again.

She could already feel her body redistributing the new mass. It had gotten
faster and faster at that, so that lately she hardly even felt like her
bust was unnaturally swollen after she consumed a man. Her denser than
average muscles swelled and contracted as they packed themselves even
tighter. Her spine and legs stretched and her hips widened. She felt
her jeans finally give up the fight as her inseam tore, so she sighed
and ripped them all the way off with a single smooth movement.

She had been 7'2" when she answered the door, but she was a few inches
taller now. The custom bras in her draws would not fit after a double
consumption, so she went strait to her closet and pulled out a slinky
green dress that would be stretchy enough to fit her new figure. It
had showed a good amount of skin before, so now it displayed even more
of her mouthwatering cleavage and long powerful legs.

By the time that Kira had finished touching up her makeup, the two
boys had been completely consumed by her hungry bosom. She struck
a few cheesecake poses in the mirror, emphasizing her extreme assets,
"Thanks for everything boys, time to hit the club and find someone
to replace you."

She was still smiling as she left the house.

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If Tommy and Ron seemed nervous as they got into the elevator, it was because
they were. 16 floors above them were the offices of JJ Morris & Daughters, their
biggest and most demanding client. After the way their last case had gone,
Betsy Quinn, the CEO of JJ Morris & Daughters had started making noises about
looking for a larger law firm that could handle a client of their size more
appropriately. They weren't looking forward to trying to persuade the irritated
CEO to keep them on, especially because she was sure to try to get some
concessions from them and the busty blond CEO's figure would make fighting
back difficult. There was a reason that over 90% of executives were women,
and the average cup size in C-level positions was a GG-cup, six cup sizes
larger than the average for a fully flowered woman.

The door of the little box that would take them up to face the dragon was
just starting to close when a rich contralto called out, "Hold the door."

Tom pressed the button to open the door, and then froze. The biggest woman
he had ever seen was walking towards them from the other side of hall. The
first thing he registered were her fishnet clad legs. They stood atop spiky
black heels which would have been aggressive even if she hadn't been the better
part of 9' tall without them. Her broad hips swayed generously in the pleated
black mini-skirt she wore with each long stride. A fuzzy green sweater clung to
the largest breasts in the world, secured in the front by a line of large
buttons which seemed wholly inadequate to do the job. If those breasts had been
luggage, Tom realized, she would have had to check them every time she flew.
The swell of her bosom had left the hemline of the clingy sweater dangling
above her belly button with nearly a foot to spare. Both Tom and Ron could
have remained dry under the shelter of her bosom in a rainstorm. A little
dark red purse dangled from her right shoulder.

Of course, they knew who she was. Who could be ignorant of Kira Knight,
the 23 year old supermodel, genius inventor, award winning author, and
entrepreneur. Everyone knew that Kira was the world's largest collective
who was proving just how amazing humans could be by joining together. At
this point she was the result of a merge between over 50 individuals. She
still kept the name and surface level personality of the only woman in the
collective, but everyone knew that she only did that to provide a sense of
continuity. Before Kira Knight, any collective with more than four minds had
gone stark raving mad, but there was something about her that let her stay
sane. She had explained it all in her book: "Living with Myself: how 47 people
became one" (the book had been published a little while ago). A few other
groups had tried to replicate her success, but so far all of them had failed
to figure out what made her so special and gone insane.

It was one thing know that Kira Knight existed, and seeing pictures of her
incredible sensual beauty, but Tom and Ron were wholly unprepared to actually
see her in the flesh. It seemed like with every hypnotic step she took, she
grew larger, until they were both staring up in awe at the giantess getting
into the elevator with them. It was a good thing, Ron thought as he looked
at where Kira's red hair almost touched the roof, that this place has high
ceilings.

"A-Are you Kira Knight?" Tom stuttered. Immediately going red with
embarrassment.

"Unless you know of any other 9 foot tall redheads," She replied with
an indulgent smile.

"Oh. Uggg." He said, turning even redder, "I'm s-sorry."

The elevator was flooded with her pheromones. Ron felt the same sense of
aroused desire to obey that he felt around all busty women, only thousands
of times stronger. To his shame, he felt himself slipping over the edge of
orgasm, his eyes fixed on the swell of green clothed side-boob which was
visible in his sideways glances.

Kira's incredible sense of smell detected Ron cumming in his pants almost
immediately, but she didn't say anything about it. She had been causing
spontaneous orgasms for quite some time now. Instead she said to Tom,
as if nothing had happened, "Nothing to be sorry for. I was just joking."

"O-ok. Thanks. Sorry." Tom replied.

"I'll tell you what. You seem like a fan of mine, so how would you like
an autograph." Kira asked, drawing an elegant silver pen from her purse.

"Umm. Yes please. I mean. Thank you." Tom said, watching the gleam of
the silver pen as Kira held it in front of her bosom.

"...or maybe you'd like something a little rarer?" She said with
a playful tone, her elegant hands sliding over the fuzzy green expanse
of her bosom to release the topmost button of her sweater. "To be honest,
I'm feeling rather full, and I wouldn't mind if you two lads took a little
milk off my hands." She said.

The thought of actually being able to taste Kira Knight's milk was enough
to send Tom over the edge of orgasm just like Ron before him.

Kira giggled at their awestruck faces, "Well, boys, what do you say?"

The elevator dinged. Kira pressed one long finger against the door close
button, and began undoing the rest of her sweater with her other hand.
Each time she popped a little more of the creamy perfection that was her
breasts came into view. With each square centimeter of cleavage Ron and
Tom felt a greater and greater submissive urge come over them. When she
popped the last button and let her sweater fall open, Ron had already
become a slave of the fiery amazon in his heart of hearts. If she had
asked him to slit his throat his only question would have been where he
could get a knife.

"Come here." Kira commanded, and a moment later the two unfortunate lawyers
wrapped their lips around her large nipples. The milk which flowed into their
mouthes tasted better than any they had ever had. Despite the size of her
breasts, milk only came out in a trickle. They sucked and sucked, but Kira
only allowed a tiny fraction of her near endless bounty to leave her bosom.
Instead, every time they sucked, they themselves seemed to get smaller.
Kira willed them into her, and they shrunk visibly.

The busty redhead could feel her fishnet stocking shifting as the superdense
muscles in her legs packed in even more mass, flexing in time to the suckling
of the two doomed lawyers. Her skirt slid up as her ass pushed it further and
further out. She reached down and hugged the two men closer to her bosom,
lifting them so that they would be able to continue suckling at her swelling
breasts. Their clothes were already loose under her hands, and she could feel
their small bodies shrinking into the softness of her breasts.

She pressed the door close button three more times as the two men dwindled
into her. Now their bodies were starting to turn sticky, and she could feel
the flesh of her bosom swallowing them. They were each still over two feet
tall, but her monstrous boobs could easily swallow morsels of that size. Their
minds reached out to hers, seeking to join with the collective they believed
to be there. As always, Kira declined to reach back and they began to panic,
realizing that the dominating redhead was planning to consume them. She
had come to savor the moment when the realized that there was no collective,
that instead of the unified minds of a woman and fifty men she was just a
single woman who had stolen the essence of every man who had tried to merge
with her and was about to steal theirs.

When the elevator doors opened again, Kira flipped her ass-length hair back
over her shoulders and finished buttoning the last couple buttons of her
sweater. It was a little thinner, but most of her clothes were stretchy
to accommodate the possibility that she would happen upon a couple of choice
morsels like she had today. Looking even hotter than she had when she got on
the elevator, the bodacious amazon walked off, heels clicking on the hard
floors, swollen chest bouncing with every footfall.

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Layla Clay walked nervously towards the door of her lab. She had just learned
that Kira Knight had bought out all her investors, so she had to move fast to
destroy all her research notes. She already had a copy at home, and she didn't
need to collect any more data. She had already figured out the final sequence of
genes to load up in the retrovirus. All she had to do was fly to China, get a
lab to synthesize the formula for her, and unlock her full feminine potential.
Then not even Kira Knight would be able to stop her.

"Hi Layla!" A throaty contralto said as soon as she opened the door. Layla
froze. Kira stood a few feet from the doorway. Layla couldn't see her face
at all because of the way her huge boobs pressed up against the top of the door.
"Come in, come in!" Obediently, Layla stepped forward and shut the door behind
her. Her own large breasts bumped up against Kira's hips, and the top of her
head slipped into the underboob cleavage that Kira's cut-off t-shirt exposed.
Layla could already feeling all her plans slip away under the relentless urge
to submit to the bustier woman.

Layla was quite used to the phenomenon, but for a woman with 38M-cups, it
usually flowed the other way. Layla had been wearing G-cups even before she
began to flower, and she had grown to love the way that everyone deferred
to her. Ever since high school, she had been obsessed with maximizing
her feminine dominance. It had lead her to a career of research looking
for the ultimate genetic profile that would allow a woman to dominate
everyone around them. Kira had been one of her test subjects. Layla
had just been testing one aspect of her retrovirus, trying to make
the girl's milk tastier. She had been careful not to give any of her
subjects the full enhancement, but it seemed that the tastier milk
had been all it took for Kira to convince hordes of boys to merge with
her. Layla suspected that they weren't really merging, but rather Kira
was just consuming them all. She hadn't done anything to Kira to prevent
her going insane in the event that she merged with lots of people.
"Umm, K-kira I can't get around."

Kira chuckled, "you gonna try to destroy all your research notes? Don't
worry, I've already backed them up."

"N-no I-I wasn't-" the busty brunette started.

"Don't lie to me!" Kira snapped, pressing Layla back into the door
uncomfortably hard by just shifting her body weight forward a bit.

"S-sorry!" Layla wheezed.

"Of course you were going to delete your notes. I would have done the
same in your position, but you didn't act quickly enough and now you've
lost." Kira stepped away and let Layla look at her in all her glory.
Layla slumped back against the door. How had she ever thought she could
compete with an amazon like that? Kira's body screamed sex as she loomed
over the smaller woman. Her hips, clad in a pair of tiny white short-shorts,
were as wide as Layla's torso was long, and her famously hungry bust
was wider still. Layla felt her will getting crushed by the mere presence
of the red head's titanic tits. She felt like a rodent frozen in fear
as a falcon dove right towards her. *No escape. No escape. No escape.*
she thought to herself manically.  "Now, I'm going to need you to decrypt
your notes for me." Kira said, peering down at Layla imperiously over
her huge chest.

Without saying a word, Layla walked over to her workstation and obeyed.
Inside, she was screaming mad.  She had spent her whole life working
towards this, and now she wouldn't even be the one to benefit. Instead,
one of her random test subjects would get all the power of her formula.
Of course, she didn't let a hint of this slip out. How could she with
such a domineering bosom looming over her?

"Excellent. Now sit." Kira snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor
next to the workstation. Layla sank down and watched as the amazonian
girl bent over and began rapidly typing at the keyboard. She read through
Layla's research notes astonishingly fast, and after just a few hours
she had started the retrovirus synthesizer.  "Your formula would have
worked, but you were missing a lot of key components," she informed
the cowed scientist, "I've made some improvements so that it will be
much stronger." Layla hoped that Kira's tweaks would backfire, but
somehow she knew they wouldn't. The girl had consumed sixty or so boys
and men by this point, and she had all of their combined intelligence
at her command.

Kira kept her sitting on the floor without the right to get up to eat
or drink for all of the four hours it took the synthesizer to do its
work. Layla was just glad she hadn't had to go to the bathroom in that
time. When the machine finished its cycle, Kira walked over and popped
out the formula. She deftly loaded up a large syringe and injected
it right into her veins. "Now, I'm going to need you to monitor my
progress." She told the scientist whose dream she had just stolen.
Another woman might have been worried about betrayal, but Kira knew
exactly what effect her body had on people. A woman with a bust like
hers did not need to consider the possibility of disobedience.


