"Uuuuggg. I hate my job." Priah groaned as she levered her bulk
out of bed, stumbling towards her wailing phone. Her feet
fell heavily against the hardwood floor, which shook at the impact
imparted by her 300 pound frame. She charged her phone out of reach
so that she would be forced to actually get up. The cold air on
her bare skin was already waking her up by the time she managed to
convince the infernal device to stop wailing.

She sighed, raising her hands to run them through the tangled mass
of her waist length black hair. The motion caused her heavy breasts
to jiggle in the air for several seconds. Unconstrained, Priah's chest
had a way of remaining in constant motion due to its size. Despite
their size, her breasts sat high and firm on her chest. She slid
her panties down over her full ass, encountering far more trouble
than she had been expecting as she worked the overstreached garment
over her wide hips and firm ass. The difficulty made her stop and
take hold of one of her cheeks experimentally.

"Holy shit." She said in surprise as the unexpected firmness. Her
ass was not a ball of iron muscle, but it was a far cry from the
fatty bulk that she was used to. When she turned to present her
rear to the mirror she saw that the cellulite ruffles where gone
from her skin, and that she had somehow developed a perfect bubble
shape. The obese girl's ass was as large as ever, possibly bigger
considering how much trouble she had had getting her panties off,
but now it looked like it had gotten that way through an at least
partial dedication to squats. "I could get used to this." She
said approvingly.

Now that she had noticed the changes to her caboose, Priah quickly
noticed the way her breasts were riding higher and larger on her
chest. "I could definitely get used to this." She repeated. Priah's
curves were a point of pride. Despite her high BMI, she had
an hourglass figure due to the way her body packed new weight onto
her chest and booty. As her weight had climbed through her 20s, more
and more of it had started going to her large gut, but her chest was
still winning the race to enter rooms first. Thinking of her gut drew
her attention down, and she was surprised to notice that it seemed to
have drawn in a little. The effect was not as dramatic as the expansion
of her assets, but she was pretty sure that her belly was a little tighter.

"Shit. I'm gonna be late." She said, before running off to hop in the shower.

A few minutes later, she pulled a fresh pair of panties on, and started pawing
through her pile of clean laundry for a fresh bra. She found a large utilitarian
looking black one and slipped it on. The band fit fine. If anything it was a
little lose, but her breasts totally overwhelmed the cups, pouring out of the
top and sides. After a moment of thought, she slipped out of the shoulder straps
and tucked them down through the band. The cups slid even further down, until
a sliver of her dark brown aureole was visible. Her breasts had grown even more
than she had thought. The bra she had just put on was a 52JJ, and she made it
look like a training bra. Each of her breasts was larger than a basketball,
but they didn't look out of place on her 6'4" thickset frame.

Her uniform pants weren't going to work. She could tell that even before she
tried to put the things on. Instead, she found a black pleated skirt and slid
it on. The skirt hadn't been particularly long to begin with, and her new ass
caused it to flare out impressively, showing off a lot of leg.

Her XL green Blackbird Marketing polo had looked small on her before this
growth spurt, and now it looked tiny. There was no way she was closing the
buttons, so a few inches of cleavage peeked through the top. The hem of
the shirt didn't reach low enough, so she pulled down hard until she could
tuck it comfortably into her skirt. When she looked up again, she saw that
the few inches of cleavage had more than tripled. She had more boob on
display than most women had in total, and it was just a small fraction
of her bust. Definitely not dress code. Not that that had stopped her before.

On the way out the door she stepped into her heavy rubber-soled black boots,
enjoying the way they added an extra 5 inches to her height. Priah knew that
she intimidated a lot of people by being a 6'4" woman. A lot of tall girls
tried to minimized the effect, but Priah enjoyed being intimidating. If she
was being honest, she could be a bit of a bully sometimes. Her height and
dominant, even abrasive, personality frequently let her get her way. Then
again, it had also lost her a series of jobs, leading her to end up working
at a shithole call center.

================================================================================

"Priah, you're-"

"Late. Thanks for the hot tip, Leroy." Priah said, cutting off the balding man
who stood by the door. Leroy, the floor supervisor, was a first rate piece of
garbage in Priah's opinion. He got off on stupid little power trips, and he had
been increasingly annoying of late. "Just gimme the timecard." She said, ripping
the slip of paper he had been waving at he out of his clammy hand.

When Priah bent to start filling out the time card, Leroy got a view down her
shirt. He watched, mesmerized as the dark flesh of her breasts jiggled and
quaked with the movement of her pen. His mind went a little fuzzy, thoughts
draining out of his head like deflating balloons.

Priah finished writing and looked up, only to see Leroy ogling her chest
unabashedly. She snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Hey, dipshit.
What do you think you're looking at?" She demanded.

"I was. I was just-"

"Okay, you know what. I'm going to make a few changes to this, and you're not
going to whine or complain, and maybe I won't take this up with HR." She said,
bending down to update the timecard on the countertop. She scrubbed out 9:30
and wrote 8:00. When she looked back up she saw the Leroy was still staring
at her breasts in a hypnotized stupor. "Really dude?" She scrubbed out 8:00
and wrote 6:00.

"Here you go asshole." She said, handing him the slip of paper. "You got a
problem with that time?" She demanded.

"N-No."

"Good. Go harass someone else." She said, walking off to swing by the kitchen
to toss her lunch in the fridge and get a cuppa before heading towards her desk.

By the time 11:00 rolled around, Priah was thoroughly bored with cold calling
and becoming increasingly hungry. She thought about getting one of the turkey
sandwiches she had brought out of the fridge, but once she ate her body would
start clamoring for more. She skipped breakfast to try to prevent her stomach
from waking up, too early, and she knew she would be ravenous by the end of
the day if she ate now.

When her lunch shift finally rolled around, she grabbed two of her sandwiches
from the fridge and went over to the cafeteria to sit down.

"Have you guys seen this stuff about people not being able to eat solid food
anymore?" One of the other workers, Jessy, was saying.

"Those fucking bio-engineers thought they were so smart, but now they've killed
us all." Mike, a thin black man sitting next to Jessy, replied.

"There's no need to be dramatic. And there's no solid evidence that there was
any sort of breach at a biological research facility." She replied.

"Yeah, that's what they *say*." Someone else called from further back in the
room.

"What are you guys taking about?" Priah asked, standing near the door.

"The government released a virus that infected everyone, and now we can't eat."
Mike replied.

"That's not true. We don't know the cause." Jessy shot back.

"Plus, some women aren't getting effected the same way as everyone else." Alex,
a pudgy pale skinned man said.

"Yeah, that's true." Jessy said.

"We're still all gonna die." Mike replied. The tension in the room ratcheted up.
Priah could sense the fear that lay heavy in the room. This was new, but
obviously everyone was worried. Looking around, she could tell that some
faces were missing. Maybe not everyone was so hot on going to work after they
learned the world was going to starve to death.

"You said some women are effected differently?" Priah asked. She really wished
she had watched the news.

"Well, umm. Yeah. They can, uhh, still eat, and they, uhh, lactate." Jessy
said, going red. "And everyone else can drink their milk."

Priah took out one of her sandwiches and took a bite. After she swallowed
she asked, "How do I know if I can't eat? Will I like, throw up?"

"You've had noticed by now." Mike said, a new hunger audible in his voice.

Priah took another bite of her sandwich. Her growth spurt made more sense now.
She had obviously been effected by this virus or whatever. "So, if I'm eating
now. That means I can help you guys out." She said, with a smile. If her body
had made her powerful in the past, it had obviously just reached a whole new
level. She literally controlled the life supply of everyone who hadn't been
as lucky as her.

She wolfed down her two sandwiches, finding she was still hungry after doing
so. "Priah, could we, uhh. I'm very hungry." A man named Trever said.

"Of course." She replied with a gracious smile. "This is a bit awkward, huh,
but I guess it's the new reality." The more Priah thought about the idea of this
virus, the more she liked it. "Now, you guys are going to have to take turns."
She said, pulling her polo off in a motion that left her heavy breasts bouncing
in their inadequate bra.

"Don't look so scared." Priah chucked down at Mike. "Its just a boob. I'm sure
you've sucked on one before."

"I'm not scared. It's just awkward, like you said." Mike replied. The truth was,
he did find Priah kind of scary. The Indian girl was 6'9" in her huge heels, and
the breast in front of him was noticeably larger than his head. Up close, she
smelled like vanilla and something else that spoke to him at a primal level.
He was almost painfully hard, and finding it increasingly hard to think as the
large brown nipple bounced hypnotically in front of him.

Priah grabbed him by the back of his head and forced his mouth around her large
nipple. "See. It just like jumping into cold water." She said, with a warm smile
to the rest of the room. "You," she snapped her fingers imperiously at the next
person in line.

After feeding just 8 people, Priah's breasts ran dry. "Oh, I'm sorry guys. I
guess I just don't know how to ration yet." She said with a playful pout. "I'm
still hungry though. Maybe I'll have produced enough milk for whoever comes
back with a decent meatball sub the fastest." She said. The stampede that
followed had made it halfway out the door by the time she walked over to a
chair and took out her phone to start playing with it.

Her breasts refilled rapidly, but not so rapidly that she could afford to let
out more than a trickle in exchange for the pile of subs they stacked next to
her on the breakroom table. She managed to get through 10 before slowing down.
Every thirty seconds or so she would kick off one of the people suckling at her
breast.

"What's going on here?" Leroy demanded, stalking into the break room. "Lunch
is over. You need to get back to work."

"Oh, hi Leroy." Priah said, turning to face her boss, popping her nipples
free from two hungry mouths in the process. "You sound pretty hangry. Are
you feeling hangry?"

The motion of Priah's jiggling breasts rapidly drew a fog over Leroy's
mind. "I'm. I"

"I think you are." She smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry. I can take care
of that, but you're going to have to give me something in return. Well, several
somethings, but lets start with a large bacon pizza from Mario's." She smiled
at him and made some shooing motions, "Well, go on." He stumbled out of the
room as Priah took another bite of a new sub. She was absolutely stuffed, but
that didn't mean she intended to stop eating.

When Leroy returned, Priah had sent the last of her lunch shift away. She
continued eating steadily, enjoying the license to be a complete glutton.
Even though she had just fed more than 30 people (well, partially fed),
her breasts looked as perky as ever. They were a little lighter than they
had been, but her breast flesh seemed to have become springy and self
supporting even when not filled with liquid. They might have even looked
bigger than they had at the start of the lunch period, but Priah thought that
had more to do with they continued comparison she had been making between
her large breasts and the relatively small heads of her coworkers.

"Good, you brought the Pizza." She said as her boss walked into the room.
"You can set it there." She gestured to the table next to her.

She continued to eat slowly, allowing him to stew in the silence.
After a minute or so she said, "I've been thinking that I deserve a raise,
considering the new assets I bring to the company. Don't you agree?"

"Y-yeah." Leroy stuttered, unable to take his eyes off the majestic
brown bosom jiggling in front of him.

"Great. How much do you make? I was thinking we could start with that."

"$74 thousand a year, but it's n-not that simple." He replied.

"Oh, I think it's pretty simple. I bring something unique to the table.
You need it. I have it." She said, pressing her breasts together.

"It's just that the company ties compensation to roles. I-I can't give you
much more money than you are currently making. I can give you the max
discretionary raise though."

"... which is?" She asked.

"$3 an hour."

"Hmm. Yeah, that's not going to work for me. I have an idea. How about we
swap jobs. You can be a sales representative, and I'll be the boss. You
think I would make a good boss, don't you?" She asked, with a knowing smirk.
She had him by the balls, and he knew it.

"Yeah. Okay." Leroy replied. Priah had been expecting a little more fight than
that, but she was fine with him just rolling over.

"Great!" She smiled at him. Whatever was happening, it was turning everyone
into a real pushover. "Let's go let everyone know about the change of
leadership." She said gloatingly.

"C-can I have some milk first?" He asked.

Priah sighed. "I guess you can. You have been a good boy." She cupped her
massive right breast in her hand and beaconed him over. "Come on."

Leroy stepped over somewhat hesitantly. Up close, he realized just how
busty Priah was. Before the recent events, the Indian woman's breasts
had easily been larger than the chests of the next 4 or 5 bustiest women
in the office put together, and now she had grown significantly. Up close,
he could feel the heat of her body as a warm vanilla scent enveloped him.
He was glad she had just taken his job from him. A woman like Priah was made
to dominate her lessors like Leroy. Her large brown nipple bounced gently
in front of him until she grew impatient and forced his head against her
bust. Her large nipple filled his mouth as the softness of her breast folded
around his head. Leroy felt himself getting enveloped by her as he latched on
and began to drink. She surrounded him, physically and emotionally. All he
could do was surrender.

Priah felt a strange new sensation as Leroy drank. Milk was flowing out of
her breast, but she felt something pulling in the opposite direction. The
new sensation felt good, and she tried to get a better sense of what it
meant. She was still trying to pin it down when she had Leroy switch breasts.
After a few seconds of him suckling at her left breast, she noticed that his
shirt was looser around his shoulders. *Is he shrinking?* she wondered to
herself. At the thought, her nipple stiffened in his mouth. She was somehow
shrinking her boss with her huge breasts. Priah had never felt more dominant.

Eventually, Leroy pulled back. "Are you full?" Priah asked.

"Y-Yeah. It was really good." He said.

"Thanks." She smiled. "Now, let's go get everyone up to speed." She picked
up her massive bra from the chair next to her and slipped it on, or tried
to. Her breasts bulged as she strained to get the hooks to latch, but there
just wasn't enough material. *That's funny. It _kinda_ fit this morning. I must
still be growing.*

"Leroy, go get me some scissors." She commanded. There was no way her polo
would fit without modification.

Once Leroy got back, she cut a slit down the front of her shirt and told
him to go get everyone together. Her shirt tore a little further down
after she pulled the thing on, going almost all the way to her navel,
and exposing an endless amount of dark cleavage. She made a few
adjustments before walking briskly towards the office floor.

Her breasts jiggled with every step of her booted feet, and her
hips swayed rhythmically as she walked. The others were all waiting
expectantly. "Most of you already know me. I've brought you all here
today to let you know that I will be taking over as manager starting
today. Leroy has done a great job, but we both feel that a new perspective
is needed for these changing times, so he has decided to become a sales
representative while I take over."

"The first thing that I'm going to address is our new dining policy.
I'm sure you are all very hungry, so I'm going to personally see to
it that you have enough." She ran her hands over her breasts. The
crowd was fixated on her bosom. "I'm going to assign each of you a
dining shift at different times during the day. We are going to have
to spread things out a little more than the usual lunch periods are
spread out, so everyone will rotate through different shifts."

"As far as work goes, just keep doing what you are doing. Conversion
numbers still matter, and I still expect you to try your hardest.
As an incentive, I'm going to give the biggest earner a little something
extra each week." She smiled and gave her breasts a suggestive bounce.

"Now, who hasn't gotten a chance to drink anything today?" She asked.
A bit more than half of the people raised their hands.

"Okay. Follow me. We'll start the regular meal schedule tomorrow, but
for now, let's get you fed."

Back in the cafeteria, she noticed the feeling she had had with Leroy
again. As two men desperately sucked at her breasts, she saw their
shirts loosen. The effect wasn't much, but it was there. She continued
to eat steadily as her employees took their turns at her life giving
breasts.

Priah was topless, which made her growth hard to notice, but her
chest was definitely swelling. It wasn't just that her breasts were
growing though. The hem of her skirt inched upwards as her hips widened
and her ass filled out beneath her. The angles in the room were subtly
different, and she was sure she was growing taller as well.

Finally, every one of her employees had had a drink. Priah shooed
them away until she was alone in the room. She stretched her arms
up over her head before letting them drop as she stood up. Once she
got to her feet, it became apparent how much she had grown. Her
long legs seemed to go on forever. The night before, her fatty legs
had looked stumpy despite her height. Her legs were still thick
but the softness of too much fat had turned into a layer of
padding over a hard core of muscle. Her wide hips and swollen ass
pushed the hem of her black skirt high on her thighs. The conical
flaring shape of the skirt emphasized just how much wider her hips
were than her waist. Priah wouldn't have been surprised to learn
that she was over 7 feet tall in her heels. She had gained
several inches in just one day.

Greg sat listening to the machine dial for him when he felt a slight
tremor in the floor. Priah walked straight towards him wearing nothing
but her high healed boots and the skirt that was becoming more of a mini
as the day went on. Every step sent a jiggle though her huge breasts.
Greg wasn't the only one hypnotized by the motion of her bosom, but
the effect on him was stronger because she was coming straight towards
him.

"Give me your shirt." She said.

"W-What?" Greg asked, caught off guard by the demand, but he was
already taking it off.

"Good boy." Priah purred at his helpless obedience, "Come here."
She said.

Greg stumbled drunkenly towards the breasts which had dominated
his mind from across the room until Priah grabbed him by the back
of the neck and drew him down to her chest. Greg had had a drink
from her in the morning, but there was something different about
it now. His sense of her was stronger as he was enveloped and
surrounded by her vanilla scent.

Priah cooed gently down at Greg as he drank. She could feel
the twin sensations of giving milk while she took mass from
his large frame. She urged the process on mentally, and was
surprised when it seemed to have a real impact. She could
feel her breast filling with mass she had drained from Greg
even faster. Her skirt grew tight against her ass and her
boots began to pinch. She switched him to her other breast,
letting out a few small noises of pleasure as she drew more
of him into herself. When she pulled away, he was almost a
foot shorter, and she had grown yet again. *I'm turning into
an amazon.* She thought. It was better this way. Priah had
always known she was better than other people. This was just
making the difference more obvious.

When she pulled Greg's shirt on it nearly tore, but Greg had
been a large man until recently, and even Priah's overwhelming
bust didn't tear the shirt. It hung loosely over her stomach,
but that couldn't be helped. Even though the rest of her had
grown, Priah's stomach hadn't, so it appeared smaller than it
had before.

=========================================================================

Mary Lu was starting to close up when the bell on the door of her
small tailor shop rang. A tall Indian women with long black hair
and the biggest breasts Mary had ever seen strode in. She wore
an ill fitting polo shirt and a tight black mini skirt that showed
off her long legs and ripe ass in equal measure. The scent of
vanilla followed her into the shop.

"I'm here to get a dress tailored." She said in a confident
alto.

"Actually, I was just closing up." Mary said.

"Oh, that's ok. I'm here now, so you can stay." The woman replied,
walking over to the swatches of fabric against the wall.

"It's just that-" Mary said, trailing after her.

"I like this purple." The woman cut her off, pulling down a bolt
of gauzy cloth and holding it up against herself. "Do you think
it looks good against my skin?" She asked.

"Y-yes." Mary replied. The woman was beautiful. She was a little on
the heavier side, but her skin glowed with health, and her body
had Mary seriously questioning her own sexuality. Her mouth was
watering involuntarily. "Hmm. It's a little too dark though. Do
you have anything lighter?"

"I'm Priah, by the way." The woman said, as Mary wrapped a measuring
tape around her bust a few minutes later. Her chest was 68 inches
around, making her easily the bustiest client that Mary had ever had.
Mary was so hungry imagining the milk that she was sure filled those
heavenly brown orbs.

"I'm M-Mary." She slid the tape lower to collect the under-bust measurement.
"Could you lift your breasts?" She asked. She was a little ashamed by
how this strange Indian girl had turned her into a deferential servant
so effortlessly, but there was just something about the way that Priah's
curves and hight overwhelmed the space around her. The scent of vanilla
was growing even stronger now, making it hard for Mary to remember if
she had been planning on closing up the shop. Priah's hands looked tiny
as they pressed up against the mass of her bosom to allow Mary to get
the under-bust measurement, and Mary stopped trying to remember if she
had been closing up.

When Mary finished taking Priah's measurements Priah said, "Great,
I'll be here to pick it up tomorrow morning."

"I won't have it that soon. Even with a rush ord-" Mary began.

"Shhhhhhh" Priah cut her off. "Mary, Mary, Mary. I'm hurt. I'm not
just any ordinary client. I'm going to take care of you in ways that
other people can't." She said, lifting her ill fitting shirt up
over her head. The scent of vanilla grew even stronger as Priah's
massive brown orbs bounced down against her chest. "Come here
and let me show you." Priah said.

In somewhat of a daze, Mary obeyed. Priah's nipples were just below
her head height, so she only had to bend down a little to fit one
in her mouth. As the tailor began to suck desperately, Priah said,
"You see Mary, after today, I'm going to be the most important thing
in your life. Making sure that I have the clothes to look my best
will be your priority number 1." Mary felt grateful that Priah was
allowing her a chance to serve even as her clothes grew looser and
Priah's breasts swelled to even greater sizes around her.

"Oh, look at that. I had another little growth spurt. Better measure
me again." Priah said, after Mary drew back in a daze.

When Mary watched Priah sashay out the door of her shop, the black
skirt was doing an even worse job of hiding her rip ass, and her
legs looked even longer than they had when she walked in.

Outside the tailor shop, Priah walked up to the passenger side door
of a large SUV. The busty Indian woman opened the door to reveal
an attractive blond woman in her early 40s sitting in the drivers
seat. Priah met had met Carol when she went to the grocery store
after work to get enough food to satisfy her rising hunger. Carol
had been standing around waiting for someone who could still eat
to show up, and had offered to buy Priah whatever she wanted in
exchange for feeding herself and her family. Priah had agreed and
filled her cart to the top with food.

===========================================================================

They drove to Carol's house and then went inside. "Make me something
good." Priah demanded, and started reading her phone. "What's the
wifi password."

Carol didn't much like how rude the curvaceous young woman she had
just met was, but she wasn't about to do anything to jeopardize her
chance at drinking from the breasts which were stretching that polo
shirt so far out of shape. She told Priah the wifi password and
got to work making a large dinner.

"Everyone! Dinner's ready!" Carrol called.

John, Carol's husband, came up from the garage and paused in surprise
when he saw a large Indian woman sitting at the dining room table
looking at her phone. She was quite tall, it was hard to tell because
she was sitting down, but he figured she was at least half a foot taller
than his own 6 foot frame. On top of that she was quite thick. Her
whole body was covered in a layer of fat, but she still had a very
feminine shape. Large as it was, her body still formed a dramatic hourglass.
He found that he couldn't stop looking at her breasts, which absolutely
dominated the room. The hunger which had been building since his infection
flared up to an unbearable level. After staring at her chest for long
enough that she surely would have taken issue if she wasn't so engrossed
with her phone, he finally shook it off and said, "Carol, won't you
introduce me to your friend."

"Yes, umm, John, this is Priah." Carol said. "She's agreed to feed us."

"Oh, that's lovely." John said.

"Yeah, whatever. Dinner better be good." Priah said, rolling her eyes.

Carol smiled tightly. "Andrew, come on down!" Her son came down the
stairs a few minutes later. He was probably still thinking about
video games right up until the moment his eyes nearly fell out
of his skull at the sight of the Pneumatic Priah.

When dinner was brought to the table, Priah stuffed herself enthusiastically.
She had always had an enormous appetite, but it had reached superhuman
levels due to her recent infection. She digested the food incredibly
quickly, and though her stomach bulged further and further out, it
never quite seemed to match up with how much food she had eaten.
She didn't seem to take any notice of the assembled family, but they
watched her in silence, getting hungrier and hungrier with every bite
she took. She ate quickly, but she ate a lot, so it still took her over
an hour to finish.

Priah's chair groaned as she leaned back with a big smile on her face,
"Ahh, that was good. I need some time to digest."

John wanted to protest that they had been starving for days, but his
new biology brought out a strange new submissiveness towards Priah.
It was hard to work up the nerve to defy the owner of such a stupendous
bosom.

After an agonizing half hour, at least for the assembled family, Priah
finally decided to feed them. "I suppose you guys want a drink, huh?"
She asked, sliding her hands over her huge bosom. She was quite full
of milk, so she wouldn't mind releasing some of the pressure.

"Y-Yes please." Andrew said.

Priah pulled her shirt up over her head in a motion that caused her
naked breasts to bounce back down against her chest heavily. Despite
their size, they were quite firm, swollen as they were with her milk.
"Come here." She snapped her fingers at Andrew and gestured to her
jiggling bosom.

Andrew's mind was so clouded with lust and hunger that one moment
he was sitting in his chair, and the next he was bent over sucking
on one of Priah's big brown nipples. The scent of vanilla enveloped
him and his erection throbbed painfully. Any trace of annoyance
at the way Priah had acted since coming into his family home evaporated,
to be replaced with gratefulness that she would grace them with her
presence. He realized that she hadn't been being rude, there was just
no reason for her to make nice with her inferiors.

Priah only allowed a slow trickle of milk to leave her bosom, all
the while focusing on causing Andrew to shrink. Slowly but surely,
he had to stoop less and less as his mass was transfered to the
busty Indian. As her son shrank, Carol was filled with anger
but the scent of vanilla hung heavy in the air and a meekness
rose to eclipse her anger. She would do nothing to stop the younger
woman from sucking her son up. Priah transfered Andrew to her other
breast and pressed his him to her until his head was swallowed by
the pliant flesh of her bosom. He couldn't breath, but the experience
of being surrounded by her pushed him over the edge of orgasm. Priah's
large nipple grew hard enough that he had a hard time moving his
tongue at the sound of his soft moans. She loved that she had such
an effect on him without making any effort at all.

When Andrew finally stepped back, he had shrunk by more than a foot,
and Priah's body was visibly growing as her swollen breasts redistributed
their stolen mass. Her head rose as her already massive ass swelled even
larger, furthering the impression that it was swallowing the chair she
sat in. Her muscles twitched and pulsed outwards in little quakes. She
was still covered in a layer of fat, but it was now clear that her
limbs possessed tremendous strength.

"You're next." Priah said, snapping her fingers and pointing at Carol.
In a daze, Carol got up and walked over to the amazon. She knew that
Priah was about to steal mass from her in the same way she had stolen
from Andrew, but she felt powerless to resist.

Priah sighed contentedly as Carol latched on. Her hungry breast gobbled
up the older woman bit by bit, adding fuel to Priah's growth spurt. She
took her time in draining Carol, wanting to make sure she got as much mass
as she could. When she was finished, Carol stood on her tip-toes in order
to reach Priah's massive breast despite the fact that Priah was still sitting
down. The Indian woman looked massive next to the 4 foot tall Carol, and
she continued to grow even more massive, her swollen breasts shrinking
to re-distribute the mass to the rest of her.

Priah rubbed her breasts together in ecstasy. Whatever had happened to
cause this, it had made it so easy for her to dominate people, and
she was just getting more powerful. "I'm going to bed." She announced.

"What about me?" John demanded.

"Oh," Priah smirked, "You can come too. Which way is the master bedroom."

Carol watched helplessly as John lead Priah to the bed that they had shared
for the last 11 years.

"It's fine if you want to sleep here. I can sleep on the couch." John
said as they walked, "I'd just really like a drink." It was impossible
to think of anything but Priah's massive breasts.

"We'll see." Priah said, pushing past him to enter the bedroom. "First,
you're going to have to make it worth my while." She said. She was still
topless, so when she slid her skirt down around her ankles she was totally
nude. She had long since ditched her panties when they became to small for
her swelling body. She sat on the bed sinking in due to her weight, and
spread her legs.

John gulped and walked forward to bend over and place his lips on top of
her shaved pussy. He was sure that she could have popped his head like
a grape if she had closed her thighs, but instead she slid backwards and
spread her legs even further. Despite himself, John found himself enjoying
it. Priah's vanilla scent filled the room, more powerful than ever, and
she tasted amazing. He was hard from the moment his lips touched her
flesh. It didn't take long for his ministrations to bring her to orgasm,
turned on as she was from partially absorbing his wife and son, but she
demanded that he keep going as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.
By the time she called a halt, his tongue was aching.

"Now I suppose you want a drink." She said, sitting up. She didn't wait
for a reply, instead just thrusting her chest into his face and letting
him latch on. Her body had fully incorporated the mass she had taken from
Andrew and Carol, so she was able to greedily slurp from John's large
frame. Though she was draining mass from him just as fast as she could,
she only let out a little trickle of milk. "You're getting so small.
Do you want to stop?" The Indian amazon asked gloatingly. John just
shook his head against her massive bosom. "Okay then." She said tolerantly.
Each one of her breasts was now nearly twice as large as her head, and
John's rapidly dwindling frame was quickly approaching the point where it
would match her heavy bosom in weight. He had been stooped over painfully
when he first took her nipple in his mouth, but now he had shrunk so much
that his mouth slipped off of her nipple with a pop.

"Have you had enough?" Priah asked, cupping her chest.

"N-not yet." Despite the rate at which Priah's hungry boobs had been sucking
down his mass, John hadn't actually gotten much milk.

"Okay then." She said, picking him up and holding him to her chest. If John
had been able to think of anything but her overwhelming vanilla scent and
the sheer mass of those brown orbs he would have been terrified by what
was happening. As it was, he just latched on again and Priah relished the
sensation of sucking him into herself as he desperately tried to get milk
which she was now only releasing a few drops at a time. If he hadn't been
driven mad with lust and hunger he would have raged at the way she was so
cruelly taking advantage of him, but his was no longer the mind of a man.
He was now only 2 feet tall, and one of Priah's breasts weighed twice as
much as he did. She pressed him into the hot brown flesh, which yielded around
him. At some point Priah must have removed his too large clothes because he
was naked now, and his erection pressed into her pillowy bosom. Mindlessly,
he began to rut against her. He barely registered her giggle at his behavior.
She pressed him tighter against her and her boob surged around his body,
folding over his flesh and sticking to it. He bucked and sucked even more
desperately. He could feel the surface of her breast as if it was his own
flesh now. The fingers of a hand larger than he was pressed into her
bounty with enough force to crush his spine, but he could feel the flesh
of her breast spilling through the gaps between the fingers. He could
no longer distinctly feel his own legs or arms. For a moment, he was
aware of nothing but Priah's nipple and his impossibly distended mouth.
Then he wasn't aware of anything at all.

Priah lay back on the bed with one hand grabbing the breast which had
just swallowed up John and the other plunged into her soaking pussy.
She had never felt so powerful before. She had just sucked a 6 foot
tall man into her boobs as he tried desperately to get the milk she
kept teasing him with. Her chest was now comically swollen, making
up nearly a third of her weight, but even as she jilled herself off
to the sensation of it, her body was absorbing John's mass. She quickly
came, worked up as she was by what she had just done.

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Priah woke up on the second day of her transformation 3 feet taller and 310
pounds heavier than she had the day before. Her expanded body felt amazing.
The bed was noticeably too small her. Her feet dangled off the end and the
mattress sagged under her weight. It formed a deep indent around her ass, but
the bulge of her rear was so large that the small of her back still didn't
make contact with the mattress. She sank down even further when she sat up
and threw her legs over the side of the bed, driving all of her weight
through her huge cheeks and into the bed. She felt stronger and suppler
than she ever had before as she stretched her arms back behind herself.
Her brown skin seem glow with new vigor and health. The fat on her arms
and legs had receded significantly, so now when she looked at them it was
the muscles beneath her smooth skin which were most apparent.

When she went to stand up, Priah was annoyed to realize that she would have
to stoop in order to fit beneath the ceiling. The half-erect posture caused
her breasts to hang down like the massive milky udders they were. Priah was
used to being incredibly busty, but this was a whole new level. Priah wondered
if other people were experiencing changes as dramatic as she was. She found
the idea that other women could be reacting as strongly as she was pretty
incredible, but it was certainly possible. She realized that as big as she was,
she wanted to get even bigger. She found the idea of any other woman being close
to her in size anathema.

There was no way her skirt was going to fit her, so she decided to remain
nude. She crouched down and shoved her way through the bedroom door. Her
shoulders just barely managed to fit though, but her bosom got stuck as
soon as it pressed against the door frame. Annoyed, Priah shoved forward
despite the way the hard wood was digging painfully into her soft breasts.
After some shoving and grunting she managed to push her breasts through
the doorway, but then her hips immediately got stuck. This time when she
shoved, the door frame splintered around her hips. She stomped out into
the hallway in annoyance, each footfall causing the whole house to shake.

From the kitchen below, Carol waited nervously as she listened to the sounds
of the domineering girl she had brought home the previous night stirring to
wakefulness. She wore a comically large bathrobe, which made her feel like
a child. It had fit perfectly fine the previous morning, but after Priah
stole nearly two feet of height from her, she was swimming in it. Her feet
dangled a few inches above the ground. She resolved that she was going to
ask the busty girl to leave once she got down. She might starve without
the milk that Priah could provide, but there had to be other women with
milky breasts she could turn to.

Sitting beside his mother, Andrew was also listening to every little
reverberation that Priah caused in the house, but his thoughts were running
along very different lines. Suckling from her massive breast the previous
night had been the most erotic experience in all his 16 years. His dreams
had been filled with an endless kaleidescope of fantasies about the voluptuous
Indian girl who had come barging into their lives, dominating his whole family
effortlessly. When he had realized she had stolen a foot of height from him,
he felt a sudden elation. The fact that she held such power over his body
seemed somehow righteous.

Priah thumped down the stairs and shoved her way into the kitchen, splintering
the door frame in the process. Her own growth made Carol and Andrew seem even
smaller, and she giggled at the way they were being swallowed by their clothes.
While she had to crouch a little to avoid hitting her head on the ceiling, the
tops of their heads would only come up to her hips. A single one of her legs was
bigger than either of them. "Well, don't just sit there. Make me breakfast you
little munchkins."

Carol opened her mouth with the intention of objecting, but she felt a wave of
submissiveness wash over her at the sight of Priah's massive udders. Who was
she to defy such an obviously superior woman? The Indian girl's massive brown
breasts looked like they could put prize pumpkins to shame. Carol could see that
they were swollen with enough milk to feed dozens of people. "Yes Priah." Was
all she said.

Andrew looked at the amazon who had just entered the kitchen with awe. She had
been voluptuous and pretty the night before, but she had been thick all
throughout her body, with a noticeable layer of fat on her belly and distributed
along her legs. The night had transformed her. Not only had she grown much
taller, but the last vestiges of unattractive fat on her body had disappeared.
Her belly was now flat as a board, and though her waist was thicker than his
shoulders, it was only half as big around as her hips or bust. Her legs had
lost all trace of flabbiness and were now toned with feminine muscle. Her
arms had undergone a similar transformation and now looked as sleek as they
did powerful. She noticed him staring, "Well, what are you waiting for.
Help your mother." She said, then muttered, "kids these days." with no
apparent sense of irony or self awareness.

"Yes Priah." Andrew said, "Sorry Priah." Any hint of the rebellious teen
he had been evaporated under the gaze of the pneumatic Indian girl.

Priah waited impatiently as the two scurried to provide her with a feast
of a breakfast. They made a batch of pancakes large enough to feed a family,
and when Priah demanded more food after that they made an omelet using all
of the eggs which remained in the house and all the breakfast meat and
vegetables they could find. Priah gobbled it all up greedily, pouring nearly
half a bottle of Maple syrup over the pancakes and shoveling bite after
bite of eggy mash into her mouth. As she ate, her flat tummy stretched
out more and more, taught with food. She had always loved to eat, and
eaten in large quantities. In the past the price of her gluttony had
been obesity, but after the virus or whatever had swept the world
and changed everyones bodies, the food just seemed to settle in all
the right places.

"Is that all?" She demanded when she finished the last of her omelet.
She felt full, but that had never stopped her in the past and it wasn't
going to stop her now.

"I guess I can make some oatmeal." Carol said anxiously. She didn't want
to displease the busty brown skinned goddess who was gobbling up her food.

"Gross. Do you have any ice cream?" Priah replied.

"Umm. Yeah, we do." Carol said, having to stand on her tip-toes to open the
freezer and nearly causing an avalanche of frozen meat and microwave dinners
as she got a tub of mint chocolate chip out. "Here." she said, bringing it
over.

"A spoon." Priah said, rolling her eyes.

"S-sorry." Carol said before scrambling back to fetch one for the demanding
giantess.

Priah gobbled the ice cream down as greedily as she had wolfed down the
rest of her breakfast before lingering over the empty tub trying to scrape
out the very last scraps of its sweet contents. Finally, she grunted and
stood up. "I'm too big for the shower, so you're going to have to wash
me outside. Andrew, come on." She announced abruptly before making a
beeline for the front door. The front door was wider than the internal
doorways she had smashed through, so she left it undamaged as she pushed
her bulk through it.

Andrew trailed after Priah in a daze. "Go get a bucket, soap and a sponge.
Hop to it." Priah snapped at the boy.

"Y-yes Priah." he stammered and ran off to do just that.

When he returned with the items in question he set them down and went
off to get a hose. "I don't know how to get warm water out here." He
said apologetically.

"That's fine. Just do your best." Priah replied. The chill of the morning
on her nude form was not unpleasant. Her increased size gave her more
resistance to the cold, and she reveled in that resistance, enjoying
the way that her changing body dominated the world around her as well
as the people in it.

Andrew filled the bucket with soap and water, then approached Priah
reverently. Her legs were nearly as tall as he was. If she had been
his height, her ass cheeks would have been larger than his head,
but now as he approached they seemed to swell to fill his whole
world. A woman who possessed an ass like that deserved to possess
a whole lot more. Andrew felt lucky to be the one serving her.
He imagined what would happen if his torso was between her cheeks
when she clenched them together. Bones would snap. For some reason
the realization had him ramrod stiff.

"Well, don't just stand there."

"S-sorry Priah." He said, and raised the sponge to press it against
her divine flesh. He brought the fingers of his other hand up to
help rub in the soapy water. The feeling of her taught flesh under
his fingers pushed him over the edge.

Priah looked down at the spasming boy leaning up against her ass and
felt herself grow wet. She had just brought a boy to orgasm simply by
letting him touch her ass. She grabbed his head and brought his face
into her crotch, the motion forcing him between her heavy brown thighs.
She could easily crush him, but instead she let him lean up against
her powerful legs and lap at her sopping pussy. Her pleasure had more
to do with her domination over him than any particular skill on his
part, but either way she was soon moaning aloud as she clutched her
massive breasts in her hands, kneading the dark milky flesh with
urgent arousal. Andrew tried to pull away a few times, but Priah just
flexed the muscles in her thighs a little which was enough to trap him
in place, forcing the air out of his lungs. She wasn't even using her
full strength, which just made her wetter.

Eventually, Priah was satisfied with the boy's efforts, so she shifted
her feet enough that he was able to step back. Andrew looked up at the
woman who had taken over his home with almost no effort and used him as
a sex slave. He knew he should be resentful or angry, but looking at her
massive nude breasts, all he felt was a sense of submissive lust. He would
give her anything she demanded of him, and then some.

"You've been a good boy." Priah said with a smirk. "I bet you're hungry."

"Y-yeah." Andrew said. He knew she was going to shrink him again, but he
didn't care. He would do anything for another taste of her milk.

Priah bent over, bringing her pendulous breasts down to drape over
Andrew's head. He stumbled under the weight of them and she chuckled
at the way her boobs made him look so tiny. Andrew's breath was coming
rapidly and his whole body was trembling now. Fear and desire were all
mixed up into one tumultuous emotion as he turned his head up and wrapped
his lips around Priah's thick nipple. He sucked desperately, but Priah
only allowed a few drops to pass through his lips. Andrew's eyes were
closed in bliss, so he didn't notice the way that Priah bent lower and
lower so that he might remain attached to her hungry bosom. He finally
did take notice when she reached down and cupped his ass her her hand,
but by that time he had grown so small and she so large that the flesh
of her bosom was already starting to fold around him.

Priah straightened and pressed the boy further into her pliable breasts.
As her body devoured his, she could feel herself growing. She was becoming
something different, something better. When Andrew fully disappeared into
her breast she turned back towards the house. She didn't want to let Carol
go to waste when the other woman would look so good filling out Priah's
figure.
