
"Ok Zoe, you can step away now," the nurse said. "Let's see, 6'7"."

"6'7"? I grew three inches already?"

"Well, that answers my next question. I was going to ask how tall you
were before you got the virus."

"I thought girls only grew a few inches."

"Well, some grow more, some less. It looks like you have an acute case,
but I'll let the doctor explain it to you in more depth. I have to measure
your bust now. Can you take off your top?"

"Umm, sure," Zoe pulled her tight tube top off. Her breasts expansion had
been even more impressive than her height, and Zoe hadn't exactly been
flat chested to begin with. She was braless since none of the L-cup bras
she had fit anymore, so her breasts bounced free sitting high and proud,
dominating her torso. The nurse seemed a bit distracted by the sight
of her flawless mounds, which gave Zoe a buzz of pride. Her body had always
been attention grabbing, but she had read that the virus made the breasts
of women who came down with it hypnotic and she had definitely noticed a
change in the way people reacted to her since she came down with the virus.
She enjoyed it since despite her huge boobs it had always been her massive
ass which had drawn the most attention and served as her best hypnotic
focus in the past.

The nurse seemed to snap out of it and she came forward with a tape measure
to take a series of quick measurements. "Yeah, I think you're definitely going
to qualify for a multi-bonding."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, more men than women get the disease, so when a woman has a large enough
bust, we recommend that she bond with multiple men. It reduces the survival rate
for the men a bit, but overall saves more lives."

"What, umm, what about for the women? How does that effect them?"

"How do you mean?" the nurse asked as she entered her measurements into the
computer.

"Like, in terms of survival."

"Oh, the more men a woman bonds with the better for her generally. You're lucky.
Have you started lactating yet?"

"Umm, yeah, a bit."

"Have you measured it?"

"Yeah, like three cups this morning." Zoe said.

"Three cups total?" The nurse clicked entered the amount in the computer and it
automatically flagged Zoe as having highly elevated lactation levels based on her
breast volume and when she had gotten the disease.

"No, per breast."

The nurse raised her eyebrows and corrected the form. Zoe was flagged as having
extremely elevated lactation levels.

"Is that bad?"

"No, that's good. That's a good sign. Ok, I'm all done here, just hang out and the
doctor will be in shortly."

Zoe pulled her top back on, tugging at the overstretched fabric to position. Her
nipples formed large dents in the red fabric and the entirety of the tops of her
breasts were exposed. She looked at herself in the mirror on the wall and pursed
her lips. She looked hotter than ever.

She was sitting on the bed scrolling through her phone when the doctor came in.
"Hi Zoe, I'm Dr. Ives." He held out his hand.

"Hi Dr. Ives."

"How are you feeling?""

"I'm feeling good, I don't know, I don't mind it so far." It was only due to his
experience that Dr. Ives was able to resist dwelling on why this incredibly
curvy amazon might be happy with her changes. Dr. Ives was used to dealing with
lots of very busty women due to his specialty, but he was hard pressed to think
of any patients chestier than Zoe. If the chart wasn't there to set him straight,
he would have pegged her for a late stage patient rather than one who had just
been diagnosed. If her attire was any indication, she seemed to enjoy showing
off the body the virus was magnifying.

"That's good. Are you psychic?"

"Yeah, I mean I was tested and they said I have strong potential." Zoe said,
not really telling the whole truth.

"I see, and have you developed it at all?"

"Well some auto-hypnosis to control my growth, but other than that not
much," Zoe lied. She wasn't exactly about to admit that she'd
been dabbling in illegal hypnosis basically since she was twelve. "And I mean
the basic self defense stuff they teach in school, but not much beyond that.
I was planning to learn more in college. Why?" she already knew why, but
she wanted to hear about it from Dr. Ives.

"Well, the virus is a psychic disease. It creates a bond between men and
women and it can lead to changes in psychic power similar to the physical
changes. It can be dangerous for the men involved if the woman has developed
certain psychic abilities."

"Oh, like, what abilities?" Zoe asked.

"Well, mind-melding is a big one, but really any psychic contact can be
dangerous, even surface telepathy. Obviously, things like hypnosis or
invasive telepathy can cause major problems, but we shouldn't have to
worry about that since you haven't been in the military."

Zoe smiled, "haha no, thank god."

"Any shakes yet?" he asked.

"No, none yet."

"Good, good, I didn't think you would have any since you caught it quick, but I
always have to check. Let's see, I'm definitely going to approve you for multiple
bonding."

"You have to approve me?"

"Well, bonding too many men is dangerous for the men involved, that's why we don't
recommend it more often. From the numbers I have here, it looks like you could safely
bond four men."

"Four, is that a lot?"

"It's the most I've ever recommended."

The idea that she had all the other women who had gone through Dr. Ives' office
outclassed made Zoe's nipples stiffen. "Wow, umm, I guess I'm pretty above
average then."

"Yeah, I think that's safe to say."

"Ok, so what do I do now?"

"Well, you have two options really. The first is that I put you on the list and
you go to some mixers to try to meet men you can bond with. A lot of my patients
have a lot of anxiety about this, but don't worry. Everyone there is motivated
to try to find a match quickly, and it's not a permanent relationship. Once you
are cured you can go your separate ways."

"Ok, what's the other option?" Zoe asked.

"The other option is that I put you in contact with a potential bonding partner
directly. Do you know Rodney Clay?"

"The billionaire dude?"

"Yes, that's the one."

"Is he infected?" Zoe asked.

Dr. Ives shook his head, "Not exactly, but you're uniquely well suited to cure him
of another condition. You may have heard that the virus and the subsequent bonding
process can actually have significant health benefits for unrelated conditions. He is
prepared to pay pretty handsomely for it."

"Handsomely, like how handsomely?" Zoe asked.

"Well I'll leave that up to him and his team to explain, but my understanding is that
you are currently on a gap year and plan to go to college next fall, yes?"

"Yeah."

"Well you certainly won't have to worry about student loans."

"Wow, umm, ok, yeah, that sounds good. I'll still get cured of the virus right?"

"For you, the treatment won't be much different than it would normally. Would you
like me to give you his lawyer's card?"

Zoe nodded, "Yeah, ummm, yeah, that sounds good."

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"Zoe, I don't think this is a good idea. I mean what do you know about this man?"

Zoe rolled her eyes, "Mom, it's Rodney Clay. He's a billionaire, not a kidnapper."
She carefully applied a tube of ruby red lipstick.

"I don't like it, it's not how things are done. He only cares about you because of
the virus."

"Duh," Zoe pressed her lips together and examined herself in the mirror.

"And that dress, it's scandalous. An 80 year old shouldn't be giving a dress like
that to a 19 year old girl." She gestured to the tight lavender dress with a plunging
V neckline that nearly reached Zoe's navel and only made a halfhearted attempt at
covering her thighs.

"Oh my god mom, I don't have anything else that fits and I asked him for it because
I've grown out of everything else. Well, actually I asked his lawyer for it. I've wanted
this dress for a long time. They probably don't even know what it looks like."

"And those shoes, I mean what happened to sensible-"

"Mom!"

"Zoe, don't speak to-"

"Bye mom!" Zoe tucked her phone between her dress and her left boob, then strutted
out the door.

"Zoe! We're not finished, get back here-"

"Hi, are you Duncan?" Zoe leaned down to smile at a well built sandy haired man
driving a gleaming black escalade. He seemed to be unable to look away from
her pendulous breasts. She wasn't exerting any active psychic pressure, but
she'd been using her boobs and butt as hypnotic focuses for years so they had already
been passively captivating before the virus and she'd felt their power expand apace
with their volume. The bigger she got, the harder it seemed to be for people to resist
her, and she had gotten very big. In just three days since she had been to the doctor's
office, she had grown another four inches and picked up another eight cup sizes.

"Ummm, ummm,"

Zoe chuckled, "It's ok, take your time. I know remembering your own name can be
hard sometimes."

"Ummm, yeah, I'm umm Duncan."

"Great!" she chirped, then got in the back of the car. "Let's go." As the car
pulled away, she rolled down the window so she could give her red-faced mother
a little wave.

After a forty minute drive, the car stopped on the tarmac of a small airport,
and Zoe got out. She tried to play it cool, but it was hard to be entirely blase
about the sight of the sleek private jet sitting on the runway.

"This way, ma'am," the driver said, ushering her towards the jet. He was a little
more able to tear his gaze away from her chest, but still struggled, likely in
part because she had a head on him.

Zoe's heels clicked authoritatively as she walked towards the plane. When she
walked inside, she was surprised by how spacious it was. Two older men sat
facing her in plush chairs. One she recognized as Rodney Clay from pictures she
had seen in the press. Both of them stared at her chest, apparently just as
hypnotized as Duncan had been, despite the fact that they both surely had advanced
training in psychic self defense. She wasn't even trying to enthrall them, but
apparently her massive bust could now passively eat through their defenses. Zoe
saw that there were a number of other men dressed like Duncan standing around
the plane and saw that several of them were wearing guns visibly. All of them
seemed to be focused on her body. "Hi, you're Rodney I assume?" Her voice seemed
to break the spell.

"Ahem, yes, Rodney Clay. Nice to meet you." His hand felt frail in Zoe's.
His skin was papery thin and his veins were visible in his arms.

"Ms. Vines, I'm Charles, we spoke on the phone." The man sitting next to Rodney
said. He looked about twenty years younger than the billionaire next to him,
and his face had a ruddy glow to it that brought to mind cheerful pub songs.
"We'd like to make you an offer."

"I'd like to hear it,"

"You will bond with Rodney, and in exchange you will be paid five hundred thousand
dollars once the two of you have cured one another. You will remain with Rodney
for the duration of your bonding and after that the two of you will never see one
another again."

"Why?"

It was Rodney who answered, "Youth. Bonding cures all aliments, including old
age. Usually it is just a few years, but since your case is so acute you will
heal me by more."

Zoe though about it. She looked down at her massive udders. It was amazing to
think that she was getting offered half a million dollars to allow someone to
suckle from them. She slid her hands over them, "so you're telling me that my
milk is worth half a million dollars?" She gave them a squeeze and put a
whisper of power into them. The men were once more enthralled by her massive bust.
"Only half a million? Rodney, you're a billionaire, right, so you probably lose
track of that much money all the time. Don't you think restoring your youth is
worth more than that? How much is this plane worth?"

"It's, ummm, about, uuuhhh, about two hundred million."

Zoe whistled, "two hundred million. Wow, you really are loaded. I think your
youth is worth more than a plane, so my price is three hundred million. You
could wait for another girl to come along of course, but let's face it. You're
never going to find someone like me again." She emphasized her point by giving
her boobs another squeeze. "So what do you say? Deal?"

"That's, ummm, far too much," Charles said, seeming to struggle with his
words.

"Ah, well, then I'm sorry we couldn't reach an agreement." Zoe rose to her
feet and turned to leave.

Rodney couldn't take his eyes away from the way the amazonian girl's breasts were
visible from behind as he said, "w-wait, deal."

Zoe turned around and smiled. "Great. You can give me half up front and half once
everything is sorted. So you want to fly back to your house or what?"

"Don't you, ummm, you want to pick up your things?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. You can buy me all new stuff." Zoe said breezily.
She pulled out her phone and texted her mom to let the old bat know she wasn't
going to be home for a while.

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Zoe woke slowly, luxuriating in the absurdly high thread count sheets and custom
extra large bed. The bed and mattress cost ten thousand dollars, and the rush order
she had used to get it in just two days had made the price double. Convincing Rodney
to buy it for her for the duration of her stay had been easy. Her billionaire benefactor
seemed quite happy to spend lavishly on her to keep her happy, and he wasn't even addicted
to her mindbending milk yet.

She got up and picked up her bra from the day before, holding it up to her chest to see
how undersized it was. Each of the cups was large enough comfortably contain a beach ball,
but when she held them up to her chest they were obviously not up to the task of containing
her bounty. Fortunately, Zoe had thought ahead and ordered a whole range of bras and clothes,
all custom made and rush ordered. She had wound up spending nearly one hundred thousand dollars
of Rodney's money on her new wardrobe. She could have saved a lot of that if she had just waited
until she stopped growing, but she figured if she was going to be hanging out at a billionaire's
mansion for the next few months she deserved to be pampered no matter the cost.

She fitted a new bra, one of the largest in her drawers, over her massive breasts. Despite
being low cut and lacy, it managed to lift and present her breasts, making them appear even
larger. She pulled on a matching pair of panties, then some tight white silk pants and a cropped
maroon silk top with buttons she couldn't have closed to conceal her cleavage even if she had
wanted to. She brushed her lustrous chestnut locks a bit, and as she did so noticed that
her hands were shaking slightly. Today was the day.

She walked downstairs, "hi Amos," she greeted one of Rodney's security men as she came into
the kitchen. He was ex-military, and had significant anti-hypnotic conditioning, but Zoe's
breasts ate away at it like acid with every bounce.

"Good morning Zoe," Amos said.

He was standing up against one of the counters, which Zoe saw as an opportunity for a little
mischief. The burly security man had caught Zoe's eye as soon as she entered Rodney's private
jet, and she'd been toying with him ever since she arrived at Rodney's mansion. Now, she sauntered
forward and opened the cabinet above his head. At a bit over seven and a half feet tall, her
breasts were right at eye level for the six foot guard, and they projected so far out from her
chest that they hovered mere inches from his face even though she had stopped a foot and a half
away from him. "Let's see, where are the bowls?"

"Oh they are-" Amos was cut off as Zoe took a step forward, folding his head in her soft
bosom and trapping him against the counter with her wide hips.

"Hmmm, I don't see them." Zoe muttered. She could feel Amos struggling, but she could feel
the arousal at being surrounded by her soft yet implacable flesh building within him.
Her nipples stiffened and she could feel the heat between her legs building. She pretended
to look for a while longer, enjoying the way that Amos's struggles grew weaker and weaker
until a flood of helpless acceptance flooded through his mind. She bit her lip and grinned.
She'd always loved being big, so the transformation from the virus was like a dream come
true.

"Oh, sorry, I totally just drown you in my boobs," she giggled as she pulled back. Amos
could only stare at her cleavage slack-jawed. "Wow, you look totally hypnotized. Did
my boobs do that to you? Oh my god, I'm sorry. I swear I didn't mean to, but this body
of mine, it's just got a mind of it's own. It's hard being this big you know. It's so
easy to accidentally just surround someone, just, like dissolve their will. Is your
will dissolved?"

"Yes," Amos responded in the hallmark tone of someone who had been hypnotized.

Zoe's nipples stiffened. She hadn't even put any power into it. The virus really was making
her an incredibly powerful hypnotist. "Oops. I really am sorry, it's just that my boobs
are so hypnotic. I mean, look at them Amos, don't you just feel yourself falling into
my cleavage, getting smaller and smaller as I grow around you. You're dwindling away,
getting surrounded by me, consumed. I swear I don't mean to do it, it's just that people
get sooooo submissive when they see me. You can feel it, can't you? I can tell you aren't
normally a submissive guy, your normally a real alpha male, but not when you see me, huh?
Don't worry. It's completely normal and natural to feel submissive towards me. I mean look
at me. You just want to obey me. You just want to be my obedient little mindfucked puppet,
don't you? Don't worry, everyone does, it's nothing to be ashamed of." Zoe grinned. She
had Amos's mind firmly in her grasp now. "Good boy, now when I snap my fingers you're going
to wake up, but now you'll be fully devoted, obedient and loyal to me. Ok?"

"Ok."

"Good boy," she snapped her fingers.

"So Amos, I've been meaning to ask you. Do you have any dirt on Rodney? Anything he doesn't
want me to know?"

Amos nodded, "yes, we are supposed to kill you after the bonding completes. He doesn't want
someone with that kind of psychic influence over him sticking around."

Zoe's eyes widened. She had thought that she had Rodney firmly wrapped around her finger,
but maybe the old bastard had just been letting her think that. She started to doubt that
he was even influenced by her power at all. Maybe it had all just been a ploy. Her heart
thumped in her chest and rage warred with fear. "Thank you for telling me that Amos."
She managed to sound calm as she processed the shock of the revelation.

"Obviously I would never do it now Zoe."

At least he was really hypnotized. "That's good. Don't let anyone know where your true
loyalty lies. This needs to be a secret."

"Of course."

"Amos, I have a job for you,"

"What is it?" he asked.

"Gather all the guards together. I want to talk with them after lunch."

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"Zoe, I brought everyone." Amos said, leading in Rodney's whole crew of six security men
into the room where the curvaceous amazon sat. The table in front of Zoe was piled high with
dishes. Her outfit, which had been tight that morning, was now clearly over matched. Her
silk top had torn down the center, widening the gap through which her cleavage showed and
her breasts spilled out obscenely over the lip of her massive bra.

"Hi guys, thanks for coming," Zoe rose to her feet. "Oh, dang, my pants ripped." She turned
to look at a tear on her butt, presenting her bust in profile as she surveyed the damage.
She flooded her ass with hypnotic power and the guards eyes immediately locked on as if
they were operating an advanced targeting system and her ass was an enemy craft. "Tell
me, do you think my butt is too big? I mean it's pretty phat right? Is it, like, too much?"
Until recently, Zoe had had a pear shaped figure and her huge bubble butt had served her
well as a hypnotic focus. "I mean, look at these pants," she slid her hands over the silk,
"useless." She tore them off, revealing her butt in all its awe inspiring glory. Since
she was approaching eight feet tall, her ass was nearing chest height, and it really
was incredible. Huge and firm without a trace of fat, it bulged out far enough that
one of them could have turned around and hopped up to use it as a chair.

Zoe bit her lip, "I mean, those pants just couldn't contain my massive booty. Do you
guys think it's too big?" She rubbed her ass and let out a soft moan, "I mean look at
you. You're just staring at it, like it's so big it's sucked in all your attention,
like it has some sort of attention gravity or something. Can you feel the attention
gravity? I'll bet you can." She continued to rub her butt, "I mean it's just so big
and distracting. I bet you guys have been staring at it all the time, hmmm. I bet you
just want to worship it don't you? It's ok, that's perfectly normal. Everyone wants to
worship my ass. It's just so perfect you know?" She turned and looked at the enthralled
guards. "It's ok, you can kneel. I bet you've been wanting to kneel before my perfect
goddess ass for a while now haven't you?" One by one, they sank to their knees. Hypnotizing
multiple people at once was a lot harder than doing just one, but despite the fact that
they had all received training to resist hypnosis, Zoe could feel their wills snapping
under the onslaught. She smacked her butt, "you guys seem kinda, I don't know, hypnotized.
Could that be true? Did you get hypnotized by my big juicy butt? Oh no! How horrible!
You're all just helpless ass-slaves now, aren't you. Why does this keep happening to me?
People just stare at my butt and then give themselves to me body and soul, becoming my
obedient little pets." She flexed her hypnotic power, sinking her psychic claws deep into
their minds and reshaping their priorities. Speaking directly into their minds she
said, *Obey Goddess Zoe. Submit to Goddess Zoe. Worship Goddess Zoe.* She burnt the
words deep into their minds, not trying to cover her tracks, just making her control
over them impossible to reverse.

She gave her butt one last rub, glad that it still had impressive mojo despite her
resent explosion of bust-based hypnotic power. Turning around she smiled down at
her new hypno-slaves. "When I snap my fingers, you're all going to wake up, but
you'll always remember that I own you now." She snapped her fingers. "Now, here's
the plan..."

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"Heeeeyyy Rodney!" Zoe called, bursting into the old billionaire's office.

"Not now I..." Rodney trailed off. Zoe wore nothing but a pair of panties and some massive
shiny red platform shoes that gripped her powerful calves tightly and gave her nearly an
extra foot of height. Zoe had been gorgeous when she first walked into his jet, but now
the young amazon was sex incarnate. Her breasts demanded his attention, easily cutting
through his outer psychic barrier and pressing up against his inner barrier.

"It's time to bond Rodney." Zoe informed him.

"Ok, if I could just-"

"Right now. I'm tired of waiting." The leggy brunette sauntered forward, her heels clicking
on the hardwood floor as she advanced. She reached his desk quickly, then bent down to dangle
her massive udders over the old billionaire. With Zoe looming over him like this, Rodney
felt remarkably powerless. The breast which dangled over him was wider than his torso and
her thick nipple looked large enough to fill his mouth completely. Next to her youthful
vigor and massive pneumatic frame he felt like a shriveled up old prune. "Open your mouth,"
Zoe ordered. Rodney obeyed.

Zoe's eyes gleamed with a vicious glee as she bent down and slipped her thick nipple
into Rodney's mouth. With a sigh she let down her milk. The moment her milk touched his
tongue, she could feel his inner psychic barrier shatter. She had deliberately not
put any effort into hypnotizing him, wanting to see if the combination of the virus
and her passive hypnotic energy would be enough to break the powerful man being smothered
by her huge boob. Once his defenses were down though, she roughly pushed into his mind,
rooting around. After a while she found the memory of him planning to have her killed.
It had been well doctored, since he knew she would be getting into and dominating his
mind one way or another, but he clearly hadn't counted on Zoe being a powerful and skilled
psychic in her own right. The memory wasn't hidden well enough. *You bastard,* Zoe thought,
keeping the thought to herself, *I'm going to fucking devour you.*

"You know Rodney," she remarked casually as he gulped desperately, "I've been thinking
that maybe we should change our arrangement. Instead of three hundred million dollars,
I was thinking you could give me all your money. You won't need it where you're going.
You want to know where you're going? Well, you're going to be nothing more than fat
in my tits pretty soon." Rodney hardly seemed to notice her casual pronouncement. "Yeah,
you see, you're not the only person I bonded with. I let your whole security team suck
on my big fat virus laden tits right before I came in here. Pretty soon all of you
are going to get sucked into my big, hungry knockers. That's what you get for planning
to kill me you little twerp. And you know what the real tragedy is? You're going to
love every minute of it. Getting gobbled up by my boobs is a privilege that you don't
deserve, but I'm going to grant you." Zoe pulled back, pulling her thick nipple out
of Rodney's mouth. She could feel that his mind was well and truly shattered. She
raised a foot and shoved his chair over backwards, then stepped forward and placed
one of her massive heels on his chest. "I could crush you right now," the seven hundred
pound amazon told him, "it would be exactly what you deserve." She pressed down until
his rips creaked and he began to gasp feebly. She held him like that for a while before
relenting and moving her foot up over his face. "Lick." Slowly, he complied.

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Rodney trotted out onto the grounds of his estate feeling better than he had in years.
His bonding with Zoe had successfully brought him youth, or at least middle age, at the
cost of half his height. He was now less than two feet tall and weighed less than twenty
pounds. He was still pretty frail and skinny, but he no longer felt wasted as he had for
the last several years. At his size, the small box he held against his chest, which would
have comfortably fit in his palm just a month before, felt like a medium sized moving box.

It took him a while to get to his destination, and when he did he paused and allowed himself
to gape in awe. Zoe stood in the sand near the shore of the pond wearing a shiny gold bikini
and jumping up and down on a large wooden block to the beat of a boom box. To Rodney's eyes
the giant brunette was a goddess made flesh, every inch of her utterly flawless. As she
moved, the quakes sent through her breasts sent tremors through his mind laying more and
more compulsions over the already thoroughly mindfucked billionaire. In the month since
she had bonded with him, Zoe's growth had continued and she was fast approaching twelve feet
in height. Three days ago she had made all of her bondmates get on one side of a scale and
plunked a single one of her breasts on the other, showing just how wide the gap in size
between them had grown. Her single boob had easily outweighed them all. Her size gave her an
aura of overwhelming power, no doubt enhanced by her considerable psychic abilities.

Her psychic power had grown along with her body, and considering that she'd had plenty to
begin with, she was now extremely powerful. She was using the autohypnotic techniques of
Trinkat, an ancient martial art dedicated to using psyonics to reshape ones body, to make
herself grow even faster than the virus would otherwise cause. She seemed quite confident
that she would be able to execute compression, the most advanced technique from the art,
where a practitioner made themselves shrink but retained all the strength of their larger
form, though she didn't want to try while the disease was running its course.

Rodney lost himself as he watched her continue to work out. He was completely dominated
by the waves of hypnotic energy that Zoe put out simply by existing. His sense of self
receded until he became nothing more than a nameless observer of the huge hypnotist.
Eventually, Zoe finished her exercise routine and Rodney was able to come back to
himself a little bit. He stumbled forward, dropping down onto the sand.

"Oh, hey little guy," Zoe chuckled as the shrunken billionaire sank to his knees and
crawled towards her to begin kissing her red painted toenails. "Whatya got there?"
she pointed to the box he had left on the ground. She bent down, not expecting an
answer. None of the men she had bonded could really manage coherent speech around
her at this point, but it was easy enough to read their minds. "Is this what I
think it is?" She picked up the box and opened it, revealing an engagement ring
with a massive diamond. "Why Rodney! Are you going to ask you to marry you?" She
slipped the $100,000 ring she had chosen on her finger. "With no prenup?" she
giggled, "doesn't that seem a little financially reckless? What's that, ohh, it's
because you want me to take all your money? Oh that's sweet." She chuckled again.
He wasn't even responding to her mocking, just worshiping her foot. "You know
I have to think about it. You definitely aren't worthy of me, but on the other hand
I am a sucker for a tax free inheritance after you get gobbled up by my big 'ol
tittys. Hmmmm, you know what, ok. I would make you buy me something, but it's all
gonna be my money in the end anyway."

Zoe dropped the empty box on the ground, "bring that back for me." She walked back
towards the house as Rodney picked up the box and began what, for him, would be a
long trek back.

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"Oh man, I am getting way too big for this little house," Zoe exclaimed, crawling
into the dining room. The nineteen year old psychic was so huge that her hips filled
the double doors. Her pendulous breasts contained 200 gallons of potent
mind-melting milk and they jiggled and swayed, nearly brushing the floor as she
crawled towards a dining room table that now looked comically undersized.

Making the twenty foot giantess seem even larger by comparison were her seven bondmates,
who were all lined up on the table in front of her kneeling and bending down in supplication
to worship the young goddess approaching them. None of them was taller than two inches.
Zoe's nipples were larger than all of them combined. Any scrap of individuality that they
had managed to retain had been thoroughly scoured away during the last few months as
Zoe had continued to grow bigger and bigger, using increasingly advanced Trinkat techniques
to urge her growth ever faster, and in doing so magnify her hypnotic power. Now, she had
just become larger than the biggest known practitioner of the art. Breaking that record
before the final absorption had been a personal goal, though of course she was going to
grow a lot more. She'd been fighting the urge to consume her bondmates for the last several
weeks, and now that she had crossed that milestone, she no longer had a reason to hold back.
"Are you guys ready to become part of me?" They didn't respond of course.

Zoe picked the seven specs up with her mind. Telekinesis was a rare psychic talent that
typically required years of practice to master, but Zoe had realized she could move things
around with her mind right around when she crossed the 14 foot mark. Her natural talent
for wielding psychic powers had made her telekinesis much stronger in the short time she
had had the ability. She was now strong enough to lift her own six ton bulk.

Her bondmates floated after her as she awkwardly crawled backwards and used her telekinesis
to open the front doors of the house, backing out into the open air. "Oh, it's nice to be
able to stand up," she rose to her full height. Walking out onto the grounds, she made for
a vast field of shipping containers that were laid out on the grass. Even before she
arrived, she reached out with her mind and opened the nearest one, pulling dozens of
large sacks of a brown powder out to float through the air. A half dozen streams of water
arced through the air towards her as she opened all the spigots on the outside of the
large house behind her. The sacks of powder ripped open and the water and power floated
together to churn together in a thick ball. Zoe opened her mouth and a thick stream
of the nutrient rich sludge floated down her throat. She remained pretty much motionless,
doing all the work with her mind. As she gulped the sludge down, her stomach visibly
bulged outwards, first a little, then by quite a bit. Long past the point when an ordinary
person would have been killed by over stuffing, Zoe's stomach stretched. She had used
Trinkat to make her stomach stretchy ahead of time, so when she finally stopped her
massive gut was larger than her torso.

"Ok Amos, you were my first, so you're up," one of the specks broke off from the rest
and floated towards Zoe's swollen left nipple. When he made contact his flesh immediately
stuck to the massive girl's. It was underwhelming how quickly he got sucked in, and at
first it seemed like that was all there was to it, but then Zoe began to moan and her
swollen stomach started to jiggle. Her massive gut shrank as the rest of her expanded
steadily. She opened her mouth to once again begin gulping at the stream of high calorie
nutrient mix. When she finished growing, she had more than doubled in weight. She took
a moment to take stock of herself. The viral growth had once more boosted her psychic
power, and her massive limbs felt full of strength. She tore a wall length mirror
off the wall in the house and floated it out to herself so she could examine herself.
Zoe had always been attractive, but her growth had taken that to a new level. You might
have thought growing to 35 feet would make little imperfections more obvious, but if
anything it was the opposite. The best thing about it was that she had six more men
to go through. She once again opened her mouth.

She opened up all the faucets in the house so she could mix her powder faster, finding
that the output of the hose spigots was not enough now that she had grown. Once again
her gut swelled, reaching an even larger size relative to her body. More shipping containers
banged open to feed the ravenous brunette, and before too long she was stuffed enough that
she brought her second victim forward. Her firm ass had sunk down into the turf as if
she was sitting on soft sand rather than packed earth, so great had her weight grown. Just
as before she moaned in delight as she swelled larger and larger, continued to gulp in
raw materials to fuel her growth as she did so. She focused inward, using her Trinkat
art to urge her body onward and upward.

As she prepared for her third expansion, she grew frustrated at the slow pace of the
water from the house and realized that the small river which wound through the estate
was now within range of her telekinesis. As she peeled off hundreds of gallons at a
time, her stomach began expanding much more rapidly. When she consumed her third victim,
and finished growing, she was nearing 70 feet and the turf was beginning to spread around
her thighs.

She continued to consume and grow, and she soon became glad that she had ordered the
shipping containers in the thousands, as with each cycle her body demanded more.
When Rodney was the only bondmate she had left, she was close to 200 feet tall and
weighed enough that her legs and ass had sunken halfway down into the earth,
leaving a deep impression. The brunette's huge udders contained tens of thousands
of gallons of milk and each was thicker than she herself had been tall when
she first walked out to the field of shipping containers.

"Well Rodney, it looks like it is just you and me. Pretty soon you're going to
be nothing but a spec of fat in my tits and all of this is going to be mine. Don't you
feel lucky you got to help create such a goddess?" Once again she opened her maw
and began to gulp down the nutrient rich sludge. Her stomach swelled massively,
going even further than it had in the previous cycles as she sought to finish off
the last of the powder. Eventually she was satisfied with how large her gut had
swollen and she brought the shrunken billionaire forward to meet a nipple that
was larger than a house to him. He entered her flesh with hardly any ceremony or
resistance, making Zoe the sole inheritor of all his assets and causing the
curvaceous giantess to once again shoot upwards and outwards.

In one last massive surge, Zoe shot up 100 feet in height. She weighed 30 thousand
tons and her huge udders contained half a million gallons of milk. Her psychic power
had exploded along with the rest of her and the passive hypnotic power she put out
was now completely irresistible. She massaged her huge breasts, lifting and rubbing
them in awe at the shear size of herself. She allowed herself to enjoy her expanded
body for a while, but then turned her focus inward. Slowly, the massive giantess
began to shrink as she compressed herself down to a size more suited for every day
life.

Zoe spent hours in a meditative trance, making progress far faster than most Trinkat
compression practitioners, but still taking until past sundown since she had so long
to go. When she finally finished, she had reached her target height of just 7'9". She
was still huge, but after being a nearly 300 foot goddess, she felt positively petite.
Still, it wasn't as if she had left that massive size entirely behind. Compression wasn't
really shrinking, more like a warping of space. She could feel her limbs brimming with
the full strength of her 300 foot self, and her psychic powers had not diminished at all.
She walked over to a shipping container and reached out to touch it. As soon as she did,
she flexed her psychic power and it immediately shrank down to the size it had been
relative to her at her largest. It was an until now a theoretical technique that extended
her compression to other objects. With a grin, she tucked the container between her breasts,
then squeezed, feeling the metal buckle and crumple between her tits.

Surveying the field of containers, and the massive impression her ass had left, Zoe
grinned. It was great when everything went according to plan. With a minor effort of
will, the ground beneath her shifted as she smoothed out the impression left by
her ass, leaving only a patch of slightly churned grass in the shape of a giant
ass and set of thighs in her wake.

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"This is ridiculous, we've never heard of this Zoe Vines character. There's no way
this is going to hold up in court!"

Charles sighed, "Now Liz, I kno-"

"No, don't try to reassure me. You witnessed their so called 'marriage', you were
involved Charles! How much is this Zoe girl paying you? I'm going to have you disbarred!"
Liz cut him of, the anger in her voice building as she spoke.

"You're certainly free to pursue any legal action you and your own lawyers think
is best, but-"

"Oh you mealy mouthed sack of-"

"Liz, leave it," her brother cut her off.

"You aren't mad about this Conner? This little bitch stole all of the family's money!
She probably intentionally infected him!"

"Of course I'm mad, but yelling at Charles isn't going to change anything."

At that, Liz fell silent, just glaring at her brother and her father's long time lawyer.

The door to Charles's office opened and the biggest woman that Liz or Conner had ever
seen walked in. She wore an extremely expensive looking, and Liz thought, tasteless, fur
coat. Designer sunglasses that Liz recognized as costing over two thousand dollars perched
on her nose, and shiny silver pumps that looked custom boosted her monstrous height
even further. Despite the expensive clothes, bought with money that the two Clay children
thought was rightfully theirs, it wasn't the newcomer's outfit that drew the most attention.
The girl was unbelievably sexy. Her body was mostly covered by the coat, and the sunglasses
hid her eyes, but that still left the most flawless, sultry mouth imaginable visible to
captivate. Her thick, gleaming chestnut locks tumbled down around her shoulders in enthralling
waves. Her every motion was graceful. "Hi, sorry, am I late? I was just wrapping up a little
shopping."

Zoe's flippant attitude infuriated Liz, but somehow she felt too cowed to to do anything
about it.

"That's fine, we hadn't really started," Charles told her. Of course Conner and Liz had pretty
much figured it out when the learned that Zoe was coming.

"Oh, good," Zoe shucked off her coat, revealing a tight red dress that left most of
her legs on display and exposed more than a foot of cleavage through a huge keyhole.
"Hold this for me, would you?" she tossed her coat to Liz, who took it mutely. Zoe
smirked at the way all three of the other people in the room were staring at her
cleavage in entranced awe. She'd found after her compression that unless she actively
suppressed her power, her tits, really any part of her body, instantly hypnotized anyone
who looked at them. The great thing about passive hypnotic power was that it left no
marks on the minds of her victims, so she didn't have to worry about being caught by
government psychics.

"Charles, be a dear and read the will for us," she plunked down in the last chair,
feeling her ass cheeks flow out over the sides of the chair and start to swallow
it up. "Hey Conner, I need a foot rest, get down on all fours," Zoe snapped her
fingers and the 19 year old psychic's 54 year old son in law immediately crawled
over to present his back for her to plunk her heavy metal shoes onto.

Charles started into the dense legalese, but Zoe soon cut him off, "ok, ok, enough,
just give me the high points. I get everything right?"

"Well, yes,"

"Great! Now, be honest with me, how do you guys feel about this?"

At the command to be honest, it was like a block fell away from Liz's mind, "I hate
it you came out of nowhere and stole our dad and took all of his money all of our
money." Her words came out in a continuous stream.

Zoe laughed, "yeah, I bet you do you greedy bitch. Well, takes one to know one I guess.
Hmmm, well we can't have you skulking around trying to take back my money from me. You
know an unfortunate thing about passive hypnosis is that it's not permanent. Sure, I
can turn you into my submissive little toys like I'm doing now, but after a month or
two you'll be back to your old angry selves. Of course I could just reach into your
puny little minds and make it permanent with active hypnotics, but that would leave
marks and given the whole thing where I just inherited a multi billion dollar fortune
under, let's say, suspicious circumstances, I'm betting you're going to be examined by
a head doctor at some point. Fortunately, there is something else that doesn't leave
marks that I can do. You know that the disease your father just cured me of gives the
woman hypnotic control over the man whenever she breastfeeds him right? Well did you know
that even after a woman is cured, her milk is still hypnotic, just not as strongly?
Since I bonded with seven men, my milk is nearly as potent as it was before I tragically
had to absorb them, and of course since I was pretty much a world class hypnotist even
before all this started my milk would probably be strong enough even if I hadn't
bonded seven guys."

Zoe stood up and smoothly pulled her dress off over her head like a shirt, letting her
massive, perfect jugs bounce free. "Stand up Conner, come over here Liz," the Clay siblings
did as she ordered and she pulled them in with her telekinesis, sliding her thick nipples
into their mouths. She was tall enough that Conner had to stand on his tip toes and she
had to hold Liz in the air with her telekinesis for them to reach her nipples. With
a sigh, she let down her milk, "Oh, doesn't it feel good to gulp down my hot, mind
melting milk? Mmmmmm, yeah, it does. Oh, you love this don't you? In fact, you love me.
You're glad I got all your father's money. If I don't deserve it, who does? You're
going to forget all the details of what happened here today, except that I got all
of poor old Rodney's money and you are very happy with that outcome. When you think
of me you'll think about how lucky Rodney was to be able to spend the last few months
of his life with such an amazing woman, and if anyone every points out how odd it was
that an 84 year old married an 19 year old right before he died and left her all his money,
you'll defend me." Zoe pulled them both off of her breasts and then tugged her dress
back on, taking a moment to adjust it.

"Well, I think we're done here. Conner and Liz, you two can run along. Charles and I
have some details to discuss. I've been thinking of buying a yacht." She shooed them
out of the room and turned back to the lawyer who she had thoroughly mindfucked several
months before.

Zoe grinned. It was good to be rich.
