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“Elena!” I gasped, my voice terrifyingly muffled by the prodigious weight pressing down on my chest.
I struggled for breath; just taking in a chestful of air was like trying to lift a ton with only the strength of my lungs; my ribs burned from the effort; my diaphragm ached like I'd just survived a marathon.
“Elena!” I wheezed, my voice echoing in my ears as I felt myself collapse deeper into the bed, paralyzed by the oppressive weight of my excruciatingly distended breasts, “Where are you?”
I heard the thunder of her footsteps on the wood floor, and a moment later she burst into the room.
“Seph, look what you did to my-” she exclaimed, before she saw how colossally overfilled I was and gasped, “Holy cow; what happened to your boobs?”
“Ell, you're huge!” I whispered hoarsely, distracted from the weight and strain of my breasts for a moment by the sight of her, “What happened to you?”
She stood triumphant in the bedroom door, naked except for a black bra and panties. Her breasts, while nowhere near as titanic as my own, spilled over the cups of her bra suggestively, more than large enough now to draw more than a few looks if she went out with nothing but a tight t-shirt to cover them up. Far more impressive to me were her hips, which had blossomed overnight to the point where the waistband of her panties dug deep into their soft flesh, struggling to embrace her lushly thickened figure.
“I know, I'm practically exploding out of this bra!” she exulted, thrusting her chest out proudly, “If I keep this up, I'll finally have boobs big enough to get me some attention.”
“Well, don't look now,” I said, staring at her broadening beam, “But you've just managed to go up half a cup size while making your ass swell up so huge you could make a pair of shorts look like a string bikini. At the rate you're going, a week from now you'll be even bigger than your cousin Candace, who, if I need to remind you, once got stuck walking through a garage door.”
“Hey, Funbags McGee, it was a small garage door!” Elena shot back, half turning so that I could see her plumped-up behind practically quivering with anger, “Besides, didn't you call me in here for something? My ass might be blowing up like a balloon thanks to you pumping me full of your milk yesterday, but you're the one lying in my bed looking for all the world like she's about five minutes away from exploding, so maybe you'd like to take a different tone with me, huh?”
“Ell, I'm sorry,” I said, as the overpowering tightness and weight of my breasts returned with a vengeance, “I just woke up, and I panicked, and then you were there all like, 'whoa!' and I lashed out because I'm frustrated because I can't stop this and I'm frightened at how huge I'm getting. You're my best friend, and I'd never try to hurt you, and please, my boobs are so full of milk I can hardly even breathe anymore. Please, get the pump and help me; I didn't mean to be a bitch; I'll do anything you want me too.”
“I'm sorry too; that just wasn't the welcome I was expecting, and I'm just stressing about finding that woman who did this to you so you can get some help,” Elena sighed, smiling wanly, “Here; let's try starting fresh; I'm going to run and get the pump before you develop even worse stretchmarks than you already have, and we'll both resolve to have a nice morning together once you're not buried under a pair of tits so glutted with milk I think I could fill up a swimming pool with them?”
A few moments later Elena had me gently hooked up to the breast pump, and I breathed a long sigh of relief as it hummed to life and began to suck a full night's worth of milk from my breasts, the sound of it splashing against the bottom of the glass carboy soothing as summer rain falling on a tin roof.
“Okay, is that is a little bit better?” Elena asked, leaning in closer to my face, “Sorry I kind of freaked out back there.”
“It's okay, I did too,” I admitted, already feeling more at ease, “And I'm sorry I said anything mean just now. I hope for your sake your boobs don't end up as massive as mine have gotten, but I'm glad they're growing and that that's making you happy. And if it's any consolation, I always kind of admired your curvy figure, maybe I've even been a little bit envious, now and then.”
“Well, here we are then, just a couple of sexy freaks of nature trying together to track down the one woman who can keep your boobs from exploding,” Elena laughed, running a finger along one of the livid marks along the side of my breast, “That almost sounds like the premise of a pulp lesbian sex story. Anyways, you're right; we do need to find that Sadie woman as soon as possible, your tits look like they've had about as much as they can take.”
“I know!” I said in exasperation, “I keep having these weird dreams where Sadie Jensen visits me at night and keeps doing all these kinky things to them that make me get bigger and bigger. I really think that if it happens again tonight I might actually pop.”
“Ooh, what kind of kinky things?” Elena asked eagerly, before a more resolute expression crossed her face, “Sorry; let me try again. That just means we need to find her today; no excuses, no giving up. Jeez, you've already filled this thing up already; let me go empty it out and then we can get our plan together, alright?”
I waited, lungs straining, tits so obscenely full that they felt like a pinprick would be more than enough to make me pop, still pinned helplessly, to Elena's bed while she dragged the full carboy into the kitchen. Other than blindly searching for Sadie online, I had no idea where to start, and since time was definitely of the essence here, we needed a good idea, and we needed it now.
“Here we go then,” Elena said cheerfully as she came back in and restarted the breast pump, “All ready for another five gallons. Are you feeling any better yet?”
“I feel- huge, Ell,” I admitted, spreading my arms in despair along the top of my enormous bosom, “I'm don't even know how I'll be able to walk while carrying these things around. Sorry, I'm getting myself down again; I feel so much more comfortable since you brought the pump in to rescue me.”
“I'm glad, Seph,” Elena said with a warm smile, “So, if you really think it's that urgent that we get you some help today, and I'm totally with you on that, do you think maybe we should stop wasting our time trying to find this one woman in the entire city and just try to get you to a hospital or something?”
“I know; I've been thinking about that too,” I said with a frown, “But even if I gave them a copy of the serum's ingredients, I'm not sure that this is something that modern medicine is really equipped to deal with. I mean, I guess they could always do some kind of emergency surgery, but, I know it must sound insane, but I really don't want to give up my boobs, I just want them to stop growing and maybe just be manageable enough that I'm not completely immobile because of them. Besides, it's still early; if evening rolls around and we're still getting nowhere, it's not like we won't still be able to call an ambulance or, at the rate I'm going, maybe one of those flatbed trucks they transport whales on.”
“Cool, I'm with you every step of the way,” Elena agreed, “So what's our plan for today then; how do we chase this woman down and get her to fix this?”
“Right. So, we've got her name, I know what she looks like, we know that she likes to keep her business kind of private, I'm pretty sure she's been doing this for a while, and that's about it. This is crazy, why did I have to get mixed up with the one attractive woman with huge boobs in the state who isn't all over social media taking selfies?”
“Wait, maybe that's it,” Elena gasped, “Maybe that's where we start.”
“What, by looking online for people not on Instagram and all that?” I asked, “I'm not sure I see what you're getting at here.”
“No, the other thing you said,” Elena explained excitedly, “About how she's been doing this for a while and only even reaches out to the clients she wants to take. That's like, the opposite of everyone else's business model in the world.”
“Okay,” I said, still not sure where Elena was going with this, “But how do we use that to find her?”
“So, hear me out,” she said, standing up and taking a deep breath that threatened to send her plumped-up breasts spilling out of her bra, “Why is she so obsessively private? Because she's doing something deeply intimate that she really believes in, and the internet is full of horrible people who would never in a million years be able to see an ad on how to contact an attractive woman with breasts the size of basketballs and not immediately make her life a living hell of harassment and getting hit on by skeevos. You know this, I know this, and everyone else in the world knows it.”
“Okay, I'm with you, go on,” I urged.
“You know who didn't know this?” Elena asked, “Pretty much every single person in the world twenty years ago, back when we were still in that whole 'animated gifs and pictures of cats falling off of things are the Way of the Future' thing. What if the reason she's so reluctant to put herself out there is because when she was just starting out, young, eager to build up her client base, and looking for cheap ways to get the word out, she did have a website or something and it brought her so much unwanted attention that she's been avoiding it like the plague ever since?”
“You know, that's actually kind of weirdly brilliant,” I said, more than a little impressed by Ell's powers of deduction, “But how does that help us to find her?”
“The internet is forever!,” she practically shouted, “You can ask my sister who got drunk at Beach Week six years ago, and the top hit when you type her name into Google is still a picture of her in a thong drunkenly making out with a statue of Colonel Sanders in front of a KFC in Orlando. And yeah, digging back to the late nineties might take a little more detective work than that, but what if we comb through a few of the old archives people have set up and see if we can't find her original ad or homepage or whatever it was that ended up driving her offline?”
“Ell, that's genius, if I could move, I'd hug you!” I gushed, beaming at her, “So, where do we start?”
“Well, that's where it gets a little harder,” Elena admitted, her nose scrunching up as she considered, “I mean, I don't think there's a site that's like, Google for Ye Olde Internet; most of the archives out there are built around the idea that you know what URL you're looking for. Still, if we take Sadie's line of work, assume that she's been living here around town all this time, and start hitting up archives of some of the social media sites from back in the day, you know, Tripod, Angelfire, all those oldies, we might just get lucky.”
“You know, I do remember reading something a few years ago about some art student in town trying to preserve and share a bunch of old sites that local businesses and people had put up way back in the day; maybe that would have Sadie's contact info in it somewhere,” I suggested, beginning to feel more hopeful about our chances, and not just because I had gotten close to ten gallons off my chest since Ell came along to save me, “So, should we go ahead and get started then?”
“Actually, I was kind of thinking that if you were on board with that idea-” Elena said, twisting a couple fingers into her hair absent-mindedly, “You know, spending the rest of the day plowing through half the internet looking for old addresses and stuff is a lot easier when a girl's mind isn't on something else while she's trying to work.”
“Oh?” I said, arching an eyebrow as she ran her hands invitingly down her amply-fed curves, “And just what did you have in mind to keep us from getting distracted later?”
“Well, if we've pumped enough out of your boobs that you're not going to be full enough to pop in the next half hour or so-” Elena suggested as she unhooked her bra and shrugged out of it, her freshly-ripened breasts hanging full and pendulous against her chest, “Let's just take a few minutes and have a little fun before we get down to work.”
“Are you sure? I mean, I love what we've been doing together since you came back,” I admitted, trying not to stare at Ell's invitingly exposed chest, “I'm just not sure I feel particularly sexy right now, you know? I mean, putting aside the growing possibility of me reaching critical boob mass in the next day or so, I feel like I've got stretchmarks everywhere. I finally know how all my girlfriends felt after they had kids and were all like, 'My breasts are so much bigger now and I hate them!' I mean, I don't hate them, but, aside from not being able to even sit up right now, this is a lot of sore, aching, overstressed skin for a girl to make peace with; it's tough to just will myself to horniness when I'm busy thinking about how much stretchmarks I can even reach are itching like crazy. I don't know, Ell; I just don't feel very desirable right now is all.”
“Come on now; don't start talking yourself down again,” Elena gently insisted, leaning in and stroking one of my breasts with the back of her hand, a shiver arcing through my body as I felt her touch against my tight, tender skin, “I think it's pretty hot. You know, like your boobs aren't just huge anymore, they're so massive that it’s all your body can do to keep up with them, your skin straining and stretching farther and farther just to contain all that soft, jiggly flesh and all those gallons of hot, thick milk churning inside them while I drive you wild. I know it's dangerous; I know this is no time for me to lose control of myself, but seeing you lying here like this, so helpless, so spectacularly sensual, oh, it just turns me on so much I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. Seph, please let's have a little fun before we get back to saving you, or I'm going to be so obsessed with playing around that I won't be good for anything else!”
“Well, I suppose I could go along with that,” I breathed, smiling eagerly at Ell, who was already eagerly unhooking me from the breast pump, “You make it worth my while and I imagine I'll be up for playtime whenever you ask. Besides, I've kind of been dying to see just how big your ass has gotten since last night.”
“Okay then, let's not waste any more time talking,” Ell said as she pulled her panties down over her plumped-up derriere and fertile hips, “I hope you woke up hot today too, because I'm not going to let you so much as catch your breath before I've had my fill of you.”
A moment later she was in bed on top of me. Her thick, jigglesome thighs pressed heavily against my legs, and her small, soft belly lying hot against my stomach. She worked her way down between my milk-laden breasts, pushing them out to either side of my body until I gasped for breath, their overstretched skin fairly creaking from her passionate treatment. Ell's face was close to mine now, her breasts, still barely larger than handfuls, felt firm and sensual against my chest. She stared at me, her eyes blazing with desire.
“Oh, Seph, don't take this the wrong way,” she whispered, running her fingers through my hair, “I promise we'll find that woman and keep you from getting any bigger than this; I know it's too dangerous to just let you keep growing and growing. But please, don't let her steal a single inch from your boobs; you're just so perfect this way. I'll do anything you ask me to, spend all my mornings keeping you hooked up to the breast pump; I'll even suck out every drop myself if that's what you tell me too, even if afterwards my belly is so huge and full I can't even walk, even if all that rich, hot cream of yours makes my ass blow up until I'm as big as a house; what ever you do, don't try to be normal again; I love you just like this.”
And then she leaned in and kissed me, violently, her lips hot and urgent against mine, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth and seeking out my own. She rolled her hips against me; I felt my own desire welling up inside me as I reached up with both arms and held her close to me, her skin already slick with sweat. I pulled one hand free, my fingers tracing the curve of her breasts, the gentle bulge of her belly, and down lower to her dark curls and the searing heat of her inner body. Ell gasped and froze as she felt my touch; she was already soaked through with desire, and, in no mood to take things slow, I slipped two fingers into her burning depths, sliding their tips urgently against her from within, teasing her most sensitive places as she choked and shuddered on top of me.
“Mmm, is that what you were waiting for, Ell?” I asked, with a coy smile, “Is this the kind of treatment you were begging me for?”
“Ah- ohmigosh- Seph, you're incredible,” she panted, trembling as I reached down with my other hand and gave her wobbling ass a fierce smack, “Oh- what is Sadie doing to you in those dreams of yours? You're just so assertive today.”
“Mmm, maybe I'm just taking your advice to heart,” I breathed, still playing Ell's body like a violin, “Maybe I've decided to embrace my new body instead of freaking out about it, and take every imaginable advantage of how obscenely built for pleasure I am now. Is that okay?”
“Oh yes- Ahh! Please, gentle; you're going to give me a heart attack!” Ell gasped as I spanked her again, her plumped-up ass jiggling enticingly against my palm, “Here, wait, let me show you a bit of fun, okay?”
“Mmm, alright then,” I agreed, withdrawing my hand after one last stroke against her womanly depths, “But if you let me down, I think I might have to pin you to the bed with my tits again and force you to suck them until your belly's so full and tight you look like you swallowed a yoga ball.”
“Oh, that just sounds too awful to even think about,” Elena sighed in mock horror as she heaved herself out of my cleavage and, with both arms, squeezed my breasts back together, “Hmm, Seph, speaking about one of us being pinned to the bed by your boobs, do you feel like they've gotten fuller since we started our little play date here?”
“Damn; I thought they were just starting to hurt because you were being so rough with them,” I swore, looking down at my breasts to see that they were nearly back to the size they'd been before Elena had pumped them just a few minutes ago, “Why is it that getting all worked up makes them just blow up like balloons now?”
“Mmm, I dunno,” Elena mused, gently rolling one of my fat nipples between her thumb and finger as she stared longingly at my bloated melons, “Probably something to do with your body being all flooded with boob-growth and pregnancy hormones. Let's find out just how responsive these big, swollen breasts of yours are now, hmm?”
Elena leaned in and buried her face in my breast. I felt her wet lips close tightly around my throbbing nipple, her nose pressing hard against the delicate skin of my areola, the softness of her bangs tickling the vast, tender expanse of my flesh. She started to suck; her hands kneading at my right breast. My milk let down explosively an instant later; I erupted into her mouth, nearly choking her with the sudden surge. Ell found her rhythm quickly though, and soon was nursing away at my milk-engorged breast, my body doing everything it could to pump every last ounce inside of me right down her throat. My left breast started leaking in sympathy; my nipple was too far beyond the horizon of my boob to see, but I could feel milk flowing through it, then the hot wetness of it running down along my skin. Between the weight of my boobs and Ell's increasingly voluptuous figure holding my legs down, I couldn't have moved if my life depended on it, and Elena seemed determined to take the fullest advantage of my predicament.
“Oh Seph,” Elena panted, my milk dripping from her lips as she came up for air, “Maybe it's just my imagination, but I swear you're just tasting even more delicious every day. Are you sure you wouldn't like a mouthful or two?”
“From these?” I asked, patting my massive breasts emphatically, “Elena, I'm already so huge my tits might literally explode if we don't find a way to fix this; do you really think it’s a good idea for me to be guzzling down any more of my milk than I already have?”
“Come on, just a taste,” Elena pouted, before suddenly brightening, “Actually, never mind; more for me then.”
With a wicked glint in her eye, she reached down and clutched at the inside of my thigh, watching me long enough to smile as she saw me shiver with anticipation. She brought her head down again, wrestling my left breast into position, and then sucking on it greedily. I came. Every nerve in my body was drawn tight as a bowstring and vibrating with bliss. Elena's tongue cupped the underside of my nipple, insatiably teasing more milk from its peak. I had no idea how much she'd already swallowed, one gallon, maybe two? My breasts didn't feel any less full, but right now I didn't care; I just wanted to lie here and let my roommate take me as her own personal playground.
“Mmm, how big and full my belly is getting thanks to you,” Elena purred, sitting up on her knees, “I know you can't see because your huge, swollen milkbags are in the way, but I'm sure you can feel it, can't you?”
Ell leaned inched forwards, her already bulging belly pressing hard against the underside of my breasts. She reached out and grabbed my languidly lolling boobs, pulling them down against her swollen front, shivering as my mountains lapped against her fertile belly.
“Mmm, it's just not fair,” she pouted, fondling my leaking nipples as she ground herself against my breasts, “You've got so much more milk in you than I have, and you're still so soft and supple and squeezable, while I can't possibly have more than a couple gallons inside me and I'm already stretched tight as a drum.”
“Well I'm not complaining,” I said with a languid sigh, “There's just something sexy about letting you suck my tits until your belly is fit to burst, and watching all that fat go straight to your ass a few hours later is fast becoming one of my favorite things to look forward to in the morning.”
“Hey now, some of it's going to my boobs too,” Elena protested, hefting her blooming bosom for my inspection, “But I know what you mean. Here, let me hold it like this so you can feel me getting all huge and tight while I suck on you.”
Still kneeling, she pulled herself forwards as far as she could, her blossoming hips and rump resting soft and sultry atop my outspread legs. Her belly was pushed firmly against my breasts, and she leaned forwards, her own fattening mammaries brushing my skin as she gentle took my turgid nipple between her lips.
I shuddered as she started to suck, her tongue teasing me to swell until I wondered how she could fit my bloated peak in her mouth. I was already primed and ready, but the way she was just taking charge right now was all I needed to push me over the edge. In hot, pulsating bursts, milk surged from my body and down her throat; I could her mouth tightening around me as she struggled to swallow fast enough to keep pace. There was just too much though; I felt it warm and thick, leaking out around her lips, dripping down the immensity of my breast, the cool air of her bedroom making my skin tighten and break out in goosebumps, I felt like I was only growing fuller, no matter how ardently she nursed.
Ell was still taking in a lot of it though; her once-toned belly was swelling larger against my breasts with each ample mouthful she swallowed. I still couldn't see; even with another five gallons of my milk in her, my boobs just blocked so much of the bedroom from my sight, but she felt like she had to be nearly as big in front as if she were nine months pregnant, and her belly every bit as tightly stretched.
“Oh, Seph; I told myself I wasn't going to let you do this to me again,” she moaned, gasping for breath as she shifted awkwardly on her knees and went for my other, still-untapped breast, “I promised myself I'd stop before you pumped me so full I couldn't even walk, but here I am on my knees again, sucking away while you fill me up like a balloon.”
“Mmph, Please, you don't have to do this, Ell,” I breathed, fighting against the lust for more that burned inside me, “You can stop; we've still got the pump if I get too full.”
“Oh, I'm afraid I can't stop myself anymore,” she said, bending down to lick at my nipple, the breast beneath it still swollen with so much milk it rose fully six inches higher than its twin, “I'm hooked. Even if most of it goes right to my ass, I want to be like you- I want to let myself grow, just feel my body expanding with lushness, becoming more womanly and sensual with every pound I gain. No, I know you're so huge that you couldn't fight me off right now to save your life, and I'm going to take advantage of that no matter what the consequences are. Come on, give me more; I want you to fill me until my belly is every inch as big as your tits, even if I feel like I end up with stretchmarks even worse than yours, even if I feel like I'm going to pop.”
“Well, if you've made up your mind, I'm certainly not going to try to make you come to your senses,” I sighed, eagerly pushing my milk-engorged udder toward her lips, “Here, Ell, mama's got plenty more to make that little belly of yours into something really breathtaking.”
“Little?” Elena asked indignantly, planting her hands on her soft, spreading hips as she gave me a caustic look, “I'm already so massive that I'll be lucky if I can walk after this.”
“Mhmm, and most pregnant girls feel like they're already huge by the end of their first trimester,” I retorted, reaching between my breasts to give her opulent belly a pat, “But by the time they make it to their due date, they've had the chance to learn just what huge really means.”
“Oh- I think I'd hate you if you didn't know just how to push my buttons like this,” Elena seethed playfully, “If we both end up too gigantic to move, I'm going to be the one to say 'I told you so.' ”
For all her protesting, I saw her smile serenely as she bent forward and wrapped her lips around my quivering teat. As soon as she started to suck, I felt myself gush into her. I came, hard, the sensation of release as the building pressure in my breast diminished, and the rough, urgent way she took me in her mouth more than I could resist. Ell's thirst was unquenchable, thick rivulets of milk tracing their way down the fullness of my breasts as she swallowed every drop her body could hold. Her belly was growing larger, tighter, as it ballooned against my bosom; soon I felt the underside of her expanding belly kiss my stomach, its weight against me swiftly growing as she greedily sucked down everything my body was willing to lade hers with.
Elena flinched, almost choking as her breath caught in her throat, while a shudder raced through her expanding belly. I smiled. A week ago I wouldn't have guessed at what she was feeling, but now I knew it so very intimately, the sensation of feeling my body surrender against a tide of fullness it was helpless to resist. A few seconds later another coursed through her; I licked my lips as I worked my fingers down the tight, milk-soaked cleft between my breasts and began to caress her belly. She gasped as I touched her hot, tight-drawn skin; she was more massive than I'd imagined, if she kept going at this rate, her belly would actually be pushing my breasts out to either side before long, its weight resting not against my stomach but my chest. Just how many gallons of me had she already gulped down?
“Oh, yes; do you feel how immense you're making me?” Elena asked, leaning back on her haunches, already so full that she could barely bend her waist, her hips having to pick up the slack of hefting her swollen middle into position, and resting one hand contentedly on her distended belly, “If I were you I'd start worrying about how I'll be able to take you anywhere this afternoon now that you've filled me up with more than twice as much as yesterday.”
“I'm trying to worry about it, but I just can't bring myself to,” I confessed, running my hand down along the front of her belly, seized by a shiver of delight as I felt how her belly button popped out from the smooth, taut arc of her body, “I'm just waiting to see where all these new pounds end up once your body's had a chance to absorb them all.”
“Mmm, at least enough to leave me bulging out of a G-cup, I hope,” she wished breathlessly, “And if all the rest ends up making me so titanically pear-shaped that I'm a byword even among the women of my family, I think I could learn to live with that.”
“Really now?” I asked as I reached further, grabbing a handful of her thick, supple thigh, “You've given my tits enough attention lately; I don't suppose you'd be too proud to say no to a little spanking, once you've got a week's worth of sand at the bottom of your hourglass?”
“Oh please,” Ell said, rubbing my boobs like she was trying to distract one of us from such a line of thought, “Well, I suppose I couldn't really refuse if you caught me doing something naughty enough to deserve one.”
“Fair enough,” I allowed, still petting her indulgently-swelling curves with the greatest of interest, “How about you keep on nursing at my tit until I come up with a suitably novel crime to discipline you for? Believe me, if by the time we're finished here you're too huge to move and I can finally stand up again, well, I just hope you don't pass out from ecstasy or exhaustion before I've had the chance to have some fun with that decadently bloated belly of yours. Or maybe I'll just roll you on top of it like a yoga ball, spank your big, round ass until you beg me to stop, and since you seem to be so taken with all my new stretchmarks, maybe I'll slap those new tits you're so proud of around like a couple of punching bags until you're too sore to even move and see if that doesn't help you develop a few imperfections of your own.”
“Mmm, of course, my mistress,” she giggled, bending down to take me in her mouth once more, “If you keep treating me like this, I think we might have to invest in some black leather and handcuffs if you're serious about following through properly.”
“Hush, just keep sucking,” I urged, as I felt the wetness of her mouth against my breast once more, “At the rate you're going, I can see something much more impressive than a pair of G cups in your future.”
My encouragement had more than the desired effect; Elena sucked my swollen nipple past her lips and started swallowing so hard that I actually felt myself starting to get sore. It was worth the discomfort; I could feel her belly billowing larger and larger against my breasts, weighing down so insistently against my prone body that I was starting to have trouble breathing again. She was just so tight; her skin, rubbing hot and slick against mine, was stretching as vulnerable and helpless as an overinflated balloon. As she came and came again, her muffled cries of rapture echoed through my flesh, sending me over the edge again too. Another half a minute and her belly was tight as a drum, wider than her hips, and so massive that even beyond my own immense bosom, I could see it lifting her own plumped-up breasts higher and higher as it expanded. Ell's sucking built to a crescendo of urgency and desire, before I felt the pulsations of delight in her body ebbing, and her stifled cries of discomfort growing more and more insistent. Finally, tears running down her cheeks and nearly sobbing with excess, Elena let my me slip from her mouth and ponderously straightened up, gasping at the sight of her own obscenely overfilled figure.
“Oh, Seph, I'm too full; I feel like I'm going to explode,” she nearly sobbed, patting her belly, now distended until it was half a foot wider than her hips on either side, with all the confidence of someone fondling a live grenade, “Oh my gosh, we'd better call an ambulance; I don't think I'll even be able to walk any more, much less drive you around town like this looking for help.”
“Hmm, you're just still getting used to what it feels like to have a body that loves growing more than you're ready for it to,” I encouraged her, feeling a sudden burst of desire as I reached between my breasts and ran my fingers all along her protuberant belly, from just beneath her freshly-ripening breasts, along the gentle, bulging curve that spilled out in front of her, past her popped-out navel, and down underneath where her belly strained most to support the bulk of its weight, stretchmarks already blossoming across her skin where any further exploration by me was stopped by its sheer immensity weighing down against my body, “Mmm, I think I must have underestimated how much you'd be able to hold; I wouldn't be half surprised if you wake up tomorrow with a pair of melons hanging from your chest fat enough to pop the stitches of a K-cup. Of course, you'll probably be so huge across the hips that you'll have to turn sideways just to get through the bedroom door, pinching those perky little nipples of yours against the frame as you squeeze your massive ass through. I can hardly wait to see that for myself.”
“Ahh, so you're enjoying the idea of watching me blow up like a balloon?” Elena asked coyly, smiling down at me with a not-entirely-pleasant look in her eye, “I guess I can't blame you; my dreams have been ablaze with visions of you and those overfilled milkbags of yours since I first came home and set eyes on you. Still, if you're going to get off on feeding me until I'm stretched so tight that I can barely dare to breathe and I'm at least a hundred pounds too heavy to stand, then I hope you won't mind if I enjoy filling you up just a little bit more. After all, we're either going to find you a cure or end up in the ER by tonight, so surely you won't begrudge me a little more fun while it's just the two of us.”
“Wait, what are you doing?” I asked, growing more and more alarmed as I noticed the libidinous way she was staring at my breasts, “I've already drank the last of the formula.”
“Oh, that's not it at all,” Ell said calmly, pinching one of my nipples until milk sprayed hot and creamy from its tip, “I was just thinking that after how generous you've been with your milk and all the enticing changes its made to my body, maybe you'd fancy a little drink of it yourself.”
“What? No, I think we both know that'll only make my tits grow even faster,” I said, struggling weakly to get out of bed, “Okay, playtime's over, let's get back to finding Sadie and fixing this before I get any more enormous than I already am.”
“Mmm, how about no?” Ell teased, leaning forwards, her belly weighing down against my body heavily, “Yesterday you got to pin me down with your boobs and force-feed me until I was ready to pop; don't you think it's fair that now that I've got you trapped under the weight of the belly you gave me and your own over-enlarged tits, that I give you a taste of the same? You've given me so very, very much this morning; you must be so terribly thirsty by now. Here, why not have some nice, fresh milk?”
“No, please; I'm already too big,” I argued, writhing helplessly under the weight of both our bodies as Elena leaned in and sucked a huge mouthful of milk from my breast.
I stared transfixed as she straightened up, her cheeks bulging out with it, white dripping from her lips as she fought to suppress a smile. She moved closer, wincing at the fullness of her belly as she kissed me.
As soon as I tasted it, I was helpless to resist. In an instant, our lips were sealed together, and I felt the warm thickness of my own milk flowing from her mouth into mine. I wanted to push her away, to fight her off somehow, but it just tasted- it just felt too amazing.
“Mmm, I wonder how much bigger that'll make your tits,” Elena mused, pulling away as I sighed with bliss, “You're already so gigantic, I bet even a mouthful or two will just start you growing all over again; lucky for you that stretchmarks turn me on.”
“Wait; no-” I murmured feebly, as Ell massaged my breasts as if she expected them to start blowing up any second, “I'm too big already...”
“Oh, what harm could just a mouthful or two of milk do?” she teased grabbing an empty glass off her bedside table and pressing it against my nipple, the cold, hard substance of its brim forcing my peak to grow even more distractingly erect, “And you've still got so much to give; wouldn't it be a shame to let all those creamy gallons I don't have room for go to waste?”
Elena wrapped her fingers around my fat teat and tugged. Milk flowed from my body, spattering against the bottom of the glass, filling it to the brim in seconds as Ell hurriedly let go before we got even more soaked.
“Here, try this,” she said as she bent forwards to hold the overflowing cup to my lips, shuddering at how awkward it was to do with her belly so desperately full, “There we are, good girl; there's no reason I should be the only one to enjoy you.”
“Oh, yes- another, please,” I urged as soon as I'd swallowed the last drop. I could feel my breasts getting fatter already, but I didn't care, it was like the nectar of the gods. I sighed as Ell busied herself in filling up the glass again, “Yesss, keep it coming.”
“Well, okay, I suppose another glass or two won't make you burst your seams all that much sooner,” Elena said, smiling devilishly as she watched the desperation in my eyes as she hesitated, “Here, it does go down awfully easy doesn't it?”
“Oh, Ell, the breast pump, bring it here,” I breathed, so deliriously aroused that the only thing I could think about was drinking more, growing bigger, feeling my tender skin yielding further as I filled myself to greater excess, my breasts getting heavier and heavier until the bed collapsed beneath their weight.
“You want me to pump your milk right into your mouth?” Elena asked in playful disbelief, “Well, I'm too good a friend to let you do that to yourself, no matter how much fun it would be to watch you try. No, I think three cups is enough for you right now; I am going to have to figure out how to fit you and your tits into my van later, assuming we can find what we're looking for.”
“Come on, I'm just so- so horny, I feel like I'm gonna explode right now!” I cried, my body awash in desire, “Don't just leave me like this!”
“Well, I still won't force-feed you your own milk until your boobs explode,” Ell told me, “But you've shown me such a good time, I guess I could see my way to making sure you get a happy ending before we get down to business. Here, spread your thighs out a bit more.”
I was boiling with desire, too drunk with lust for words, but I eagerly complied. Between my parted legs, Ell lay down, gasping softly as she pressed the swollen bulk of her belly between her body and her bed, its taut sides bulging out hot and firm against my calves, her big, curvy ass sticking up into the air high enough that I could see it over my breasts as she struggled to force her cumbrously fertile figure into place. Her head pressed against the underside of my breasts, her hair wet and tangled against my skin. Her breath came hot and fast against my burning skin; my desire for more left me helpless, and then she gave me more than I could have dreamed of.
Her supple lips against my lust-drenched ones, her rough tongue against my most hidden and receptive places, Ell cast any remaining doubt aside about what she wanted between us, and began to eat me out. As soon as she touched me, my body convulsed with pleasure, my strength running away like water, leaving me bedridden and whimpering as she kept at it. A moment later, thanks to her eager ministrations, I crested the top yet again, and Elena only increased her efforts, her own body rocking and swaying as her tongue quested deeper, her lips more ardently tasting me. I came again, and I could feel her murmur with approval through my flesh; it was obvious that rendering me helpless and quivering with ecstasy was getting her more turned on, as she seemed quite intent on discovering just how far she could push me.
As I gasped and shrieked and trembled, I began to feel another sensation building within my body, one that experience had taught me I should expect, though even now I was still unprepared for it. My breasts were growing again, whether filling up with milk or becoming even more groaningly glutted with flesh than they already were, the heat, the tightness as my skin was forced to accommodate more and more it started gently, but soon picked up speed.
I knew I should have resisted when Ell offered me a taste of my own milk; that had obviously stirred up all the hormones and chemicals I was still stuffed to the gills with. And even if she hadn't, letting myself surrender to my more carnal appetites had already proved to be more than enough provocation to induce my breasts to start expanding. I knew I should scream for Ell to stop, I should drag my bliss-bound body away from her, or close the depths I had opened so willingly. I couldn't. Another white-hot eruption of sheer pleasure pierced through me like a lightning bolt and I knew I was too weak to do anything but let her have her way with me.
Ell teased and licked at the core of my femininity, and my body yielded like clay upon the potter's wheel. I was panting, fast and shallow, my breasts rolling as if they were filled with a wild sea, straining my tender flesh until they ached, and every breath, every heartbeat, every shudder of intimacy forced them to enlarge. I could feel the pressure inside them mounting, the strange tickling sensation as the stretchmarks I already had expanded while my skin surrendered inch by inch as my body was laden with more than it should have ever been compelled to bear. From just under my arms to the vast, hidden hemispheres beyond my view, I felt it growing more intense, all while Elena worked my femininity as if making me come were an Olympic event, so relentless in her efforts that I wasn't surprised to see her own body shudder in rhythm with mine; she was extracting every bit as much satisfaction from this as I was.
It was all too much for me to bear. I looked down at myself, my head swimming and my eyes bleary with sweat, but I could still tell I couldn't take much more of this. Even with my breasts churning and quivering like jello in an earthquake, I could see pale white marks splitting the smoothness of my skin, arcing across the most dangerously distended regions of my bosom. I nearly bit my tongue as Elena filled me with another mind-shattering climax; there was a surge of heat, a surge of agonizing tightness, then release as I felt my nipples, already rock-hard and swollen for nursing, balloon to what felt like double their size in the blink of an eye.
I felt like I was barely holding together now; my breasts, rolling and slapping against my body, against each other, would have been sore by now at a tenth this size, and this rough treatment, along with the fact that I felt like I was getting alarmingly close to quite literally bursting at the seams- somehow only made me thirst for more. A choked scream escaped my lips as Ell kept on licking as if she'd decided to find out just how much pleasure one woman could endure before suffering a heart attack. I was too big; my tits were achingly overfilled, but it just felt too incredible to stop. Another orgasm exploded through my body; my heart thundered, my sweat-drenched skin stretched further. Even if I hadn't been weighed down by the tremendous weight of my boobs, I could never have gotten away. Every ounce of my strength was drained away, as if to make room for my body to hold more bliss, ecstasy pumping my quivering form fuller and fuller until I was ready to burst.
Larger and larger my breasts swelled; I was nearly as wide as the bed now, even Elena's fat ass now hidden behind their ballooning immensity. I heard myself scream again, my heart skipped a beat; it was too much. Each breath I took, each shudder of delight that wracked my body left my already-overfilled breasts even more desperately distended. They trembled as they stretched, my nipples hard as diamonds, my areolae burning like they'd been chafed against sandpaper. I could barely breathe now, weak with desire and my mammoth breasts weighing oppressively down against my chest. My boobs felt like they'd been pumped full of milk and flesh until I was a hundred pounds heavier than when I'd woken up, so exquisitely tight that I didn't know whether I was going to pass out or if I should brace myself for them to explode. Whimpering, I waited breathlessly for the end, wishing Elena knew what she was doing to me, desperate for her to realize that my wordless screams had now become equal parts passion and torture. Larger and larger my breasts loomed atop my body; I struggled to command my arms to push them lower, before they smothered me, flinching at how impossibly sensitive they were to even the lightest touch. The room was spinning; a surge of hope welled up within me- maybe if I fainted I'd stop growing- stop getting bigger before I-
“Mmph,” Elena murmured, her head still buried under my massive bosom; I sighed with relief as she pulled herself free from between my thighs, “Sorry, I think I'm starting to get a charlie horse in my tongue from all this and my neck's starting to get sore from having your tits pressing down on my head while I- Holy fuck, Seph! Why didn't you tell me you were getting this huge?”
“Oh, Ell, I'm so happy you decided to stop when you did,” I whispered urgently, “Oh my gosh, my boobs are fit to burst here; hook me up to the breast pump, please, once we do something about the pressure we can talk.”
“Right; here, just let me climb out of bed and- Oof!” Elena hurried awkwardly out of bed, hampered by her milk-swollen belly and scrupulously careful to avoid so much as touching my hypertrophied breasts, “Okay, here, just hold still for a second while I get everything connected here and-”
“Ell, hurry,” I cried; I could almost hear my skin stretching as my breasts continued to fill, “You have to turn it on- ohhh-”
I melted into the bed, sighing with relief as Elena finished attaching the cups to my leaking nipples and quickly flipped the switch. The pump hummed to life, and I felt my burden gushing through the thick tubes, the tension in my body subsiding.
“Okay, how's that, then?” Elena asked solicitously, glancing concernedly at the pump to make sure everything was enduring the strain, “You still feeling like your tits are a couple of overfilled water balloons now?”
“Oh, I'm not sure they'll ever stop feeling like that after what I've put them through,” I breathed, cautiously kneading their bloated curves tenderly, “But I don't feel like they're about to pop anymore, so thank you.”
“I don't know if I'd thank me,” Elena said, looking at me apologetically, “I mean, they only blew up like this because I was- you know?- right?”
“Well, you dragging me to heaven and back with your tongue definitely had more than a little to do with it,” I admitted, too relieved to feel like casting blame right now, “But I think it was you giving me a few mouthfuls of my own milk that really touched off my latest round of expansion.”
“I'm so sorry, I didn't think that a little milk would do, well, this,” Ell said, caressing my milk-bloated breasts sympathetically, “I never would have done it if I'd known it would make your boobs just blow up like this.”
“It's okay,” I told her, reaching out and cupping her face with my hand, “I wasn't exactly trying to fight you off while you were doing it, so I can't exactly lay this all on you, now can I?”
“Mmm, you can lay anything you want to on me if it will make you feel better,” Elena laughed, running her fingers along the edge of where my overstretched areolae blossomed out from underneath the breast pump's oversized cups, “Sorry, I didn't mean to go there; I promise I won't try to talk you into any more fun until we either find the woman that did this to you or at least get you to the hospital so someone who knows what they're doing can have a look at your boobs.”
“Don't be so hard on yourself; if you're looking for the woman who did this to me, she's laying on your bed right in front of you,” I said with a wry smile, “Anyway, just how bad do I look?”
“Well, you should probably take this with a bucket of salt, because I think I'm starting to develop a stretch mark fetish,” Elena admitted, as she gently fondled my brimming breasts, “But your girls look like they've been filled to capacity and then loaded with another double helping on top of that. They kind of remind me of a picture I saw once of Europa, linae stretching across them, flaws and imperfections only hinting at the vast, uncontrollable forces contained within.”
“Ohh, I can believe it,” I sighed, staring resignedly down at my tortured tits, “It feels like I've got a couple of Jupiter's moons pressing down on my chest right now.”
“Yeah, it's pretty hot,” Ell said, her sympathy giving way to lust again as she stroked my bosom fervently, “I mean, even your areolas are so overstretched they're not even round anymore; they're all rough and bumpy around the edges like your boobs have been filled right to the brink of bursting. I know we've got serious things to work on this afternoon, but, you know, once we get this all taken care of and you're not worried about exploding anymore, do you think some time we could just let your boobs fill up with milk and see how big they'd get before you begged me to milk you? Just, you know, for future reference; I'd really love to spend a few hours watching you play with a vibrator while your tits just got fuller and fuller until they were even tighter than this-”
“Ell, stop lusting after my tits!” I practically shouted, “Okay, I mean, that actually sounds pretty hot, but we've got to focus right now if we don't want this to end very badly.”
“Right, I- I'm sorry,” Elena said, hanging her head in embarrassment, “Damn, it looks like you've filled the carboy up already. Here, sit tight for a second while I go check on something.”
“Tight is about the only way I can sit right now,” I said ruefully as Elena waddled out of the bedroom, “Don't take too long, okay? Five gallons barely makes a dent in what I've still got sloshing around inside me.”
“I know, just give me a second,” her voice called from several rooms away, “Remember when we had to buy a new hose for the vacuum and I accidentally bought thirty feet of the stuff instead of three? If I can just find those clamps from when you helped me fix the sink last winter I think I can set up something a little more- Aha!”
A few seconds later Ell and her brimming belly wobbled back into the bedroom, with a long blue and black hose trailing from one hand, and a fistful of screwdrivers and hardware in the other, beaming as if she'd just solved Fermat's last theorem.
“Ell, what on earth is all of that for?” I sighed in exasperation, my breasts still feeling uncomfortably overladen.
“Oh, it's all good,” Elena said brightly, holding her treasures aloft as if the very sight of them should make everything clear to me, “I just figured, since it's not like you're going to run out of milk any time soon, and I can only drink but so much of what you're producing anyway, why not rig the pump up to go right to the bathtub, or the kitchen sink, depending on where you are in the house? Then you can just pump for hours if you need to and not have to worry about having me around to empty the bottle every ten minutes or so. Here, just give me a second to get everything attached here.”
“Ell, are you sure this is the best time for experimenting?” I asked dubiously, “I mean, aside from the fact that I'm just a few gallons shy of my upper limit here, we do have other things to work on this afternoon than hot-rodding my breast pump.”
“Seph, have a little faith; I've almost got it,” Elena insisted as she wrapped duct tape around a rather important-looking part of the pump, “I just need to get this sealed up and- there we go!”
She pushed a button and the breast pump whirred back into service again, it's alternating suction once more rhythmically draining my milk-sodden mammaries.
“See, now you don't have to worry about emptying the bottle out,” Elena enthused, “We can spend all afternoon figuring out how to reach Sadie and not have to worry for a moment about the pump stopping because it's full.”
“Sometimes, Ell, I think maybe I don't give you enough credit,” I said, relaxing now that I knew my load would be steadily lightening now, instead of the opposite, “So, since I think I'd better not eat anything until we get this under control, and I can tell from across the room that you don't have room for another ounce in that belly of yours right now, how about you bring me my laptop and we try to dig up some answers?”
“Yes, ma'am,” Elena agreed, swaying out the door, one hand pressed supportively against the lower hemisphere of her milk-engorged belly, “Here, I'll grab mine too and we can get down to business.”
A minute later Elena returned, her tablet held under one arm, clutching my laptop and its cord in her hand as she awkwardly tried to steady her swaying middle with her other, her modesty now protected, at least in some small measure, by a pair of purple shorts stretched tight across her behind, their waistband pushed low beneath her protuberant tummy.
“I'd invite you to come grab a spot here in bed with me,” I said as she waddled over and handed me the computer, “But I'm afraid I seem to have already filled it to capacity just by myself.”
“Oh, no worries; I think us being in bed together has already gotten you into enough trouble for one day,” she said in a way that suggested that regrets were the farthest thing from her mind right now, “Here, let's see if I can still fit my fat ass into this desk chair. I swear, I think all that milk you filled my belly with is already working its way to my thighs.”
Unused to her increasingly generous curves, Ell nearly slid out of the swiveling chair as she tried to sit down, her plumped-up rump brushing against the arms and rolling it away from her. Her second try met with more success, though the chair still creaked under her recently-increasing weight, and her hips were squeezed tight between its arms.
“Oof, is my ass really that huge already?” Elena complained, reaching back to rub her rump in disbelief, “I feel like I'm sitting on the edge of my seat here and my butt's still tight against the back of the chair.”
“Hey, I can sympathize,” I told her with a teasing smile, “It's a full-time job getting used to new things when you're inflating like a balloon in some of your more delightfully inconvenient places. At least you've got me to commiserate with.”
“How about instead of launching into our huge girls' lament, we actually do something useful about it?” Ell asked, glancing down at her tablet and tapping its screen purposefully, “I'm going to try some of the archive mirror sites for old social media; how about you check and see if any of the community papers have an online archive going back to, I dunno, let's shoot for the mid-nineties; she can't be old enough to have been in business before then, and see if she took out any ads in the classifieds. She seems to be a big fan of keeping things small-scale- well, most things, anyway- I can see her taking out a local ad instead of going for the metro paper.”
“Sounds good to me,” I agreed, trying to muster some enthusiasm that this was going to work, “Let's hope there's something out there to find.”
“Hey there; don't sound so down,” Ell said brightly, “We've got a plan, and it's going to work. We've got all afternoon, and I've got a good feeling about this. By the time you turn in for the night, we'll have paid Miss Sadie Jensen a visit and gotten those mountains of yours safely under control, and don't you dare think otherwise for even a second.”
“Thanks, Ell; I needed that,” I said, already warming to the task ahead, “I'd give you a hug, but well, even with the pump running, I still feel like I'm carrying close to fifty gallons here.”
“Don't mention it,” Elena said as she shot me a grin, “Getting me between those big, soft tits of yours would only fill me with the most unspeakably unladylike desires anyway. Come on; let's get to work.”
Without another word, Ell set to typing furiously, her gaze fixed upon the screen before her whenever I glanced in her direction. I tried to follow suit, digging up one of the less respectable search engines I knew of, the one I used when I wanted to find stuff that Google wasn't keen on letting folks get access to, and for the next, say, hour and a half, it was actually kind of fun. With the breast pump working away, I finally felt like I wasn't about to explode and with my milk coursing through the twin tubes hooked up to me, I didn't even need to worry about it, which made for a nice change of pace after the last couple of days. I was finding things, not the answers I was looking for yet, but tantalizingly close bits of information here and there, that made me feel like I was the heroine of one of those movies about hacking that was made back when everyone imagined the internet was really a crude, CGI, green line-framed city when you dug in deep enough, and even a casual but determined girl might find herself paid a visit from a bald elf with sunglasses and a penchant for sticking to last names.
It was exciting, and not just because hunting around the dustier corners of the internet gave me something to think about besides my burgeoning bosom. A story about a woman whose breasts began growing uncontrollably when she was pregnant with her third child from back in the nineties, an old discussion board suggesting that there was a secret mix of common chemicals that could make any woman deliciously top-heavy and swollen with milk, more than a few ingredients of which were all too familiar to me, even a creepy conspiracy site describing a shadowy business empire where women were force-fed drugs to make them produce as much milk as dairy cows, pulled me along, hinting that I was growing ever closer to what I sought, whether it might end up being an old post from Sadie when the internet was a more innocent place, or a more recent hit where her current customers shared their thoughts on the ample returns of her services in places that only the very determined were liable to discover.
The hours dragged on though, and though I was finally felt like I was nearly empty for the first time in what felt like forever, I was increasingly convinced that I was just going in circles, the laptop battery hot against the soft flesh of my breasts, and the answers I so desperately longed for just beyond my reach, hidden behind a wall that a single inspired word might lay open before me, temptingly close, and maddeningly unobtainable.
“Hey, Ell, you find anything yet?” I asked, as Elena jumped at the sound of my voice.
“Sorry, Seph, but nothing yet that's liable to be of help,” she said, blinking as she looked away from her screen for the first time in hours, “Just lots of pictures of girls with tits almost as big as yours, and a lot of stories that make Bigfoot sound as scientifically proven as Newton's laws of motion. How about you?”
“Nothing better to report, I'm afraid,” I said wearily, “I feel like I'm so close to finding exactly what we're looking for, but I just keep hitting one dead end after another. Look, it was a good idea, but maybe this just isn't going to pan out.”
“Is that you telling me you want me to get you to the hospital?” Elena asked, fixing me with a sober look, “I know with the pump running you're safe enough for the moment, but if this isn't going to work, do you think maybe we'd be better off putting you in the hands of someone who knows what they're doing sooner rather than later?”
“I dunno; can you even imagine what they'd do to me if you called 911 and the paramedics found me like this?” I sighed, “You're not really a freak until someone with a PhD diagnoses you as one; it makes me shiver to think of myself as winding up as someone's thesis or the subject of an article in some peer-reviewed journal; come on, I can still feel my boobs fattening up, but I've got at least a couple more hours before it'll be time to go that route. Maybe our luck is just about to change for the better.”
“Okay, but the second I hear you gasp because your boobs are getting too tight to be-” Elena sternly began, interrupted as we both heard the sound of thick splashing coming from the bathroom, “Damn, already?”
Ell didn't have to say another word as she ponderously hauled herself up and swayed out the door; the bath tub was overflowing. I tried to work out how many gallons the pump must have sucked out of me over the last few hours to make that happen; it seemed impossible to drain that much milk from my boobs and still have them so obscenely swollen and heavy. And they had plenty more to give; the two hoses attached to my engorged nipples still surged and pulsed with my thick, hot cream. It was frightening; even if we did succeed and stop me from becoming more massive than I already was, could I even handle life with breasts so fat and wet with milk that I needed to pump for hours a day just to keep from filling up with more milk than my overstretched skin could hold? I mean, Ell was being a real friend here, but even if I could afford to stay home and be a bedridden cow, she wasn't likely to quit her job just to keep an eye on my needy tits.
Then again, at least some of this was because I'd let her give me more than a taste of my own medicine, so to speak, and well, the more I thought about the sheer quantity of milk my breasts were producing, well, it was actually kind of hot. I saw myself holding Elena down on the floor, forcing her to wrap her lips around one first one milky breast and then the other, sucking each dry in turn. I tried to imagine how huge her belly would be after swallowing enough of my abundance to fill the tub; I could see her in my mind's eye, struggling to even stand up, laying helplessly on top of a belly every inch as vast as both my breasts combined. I shivered, warm temptation welling up inside of me. I couldn't deny it; as terrified as I was of the way my body had robbed me of any delusions of control I'd once held, there was something seductive, something primal and womanly about being transformed like this, my breasts putting out as much milk in half a minute as a newly nursing mother might fill up with overnight; my body quivered with barely contained power and energy. I still needed help, desperately, but I knew now that I never wanted to go back to the way I was. Even if we found Sadie and she could somehow reduce my boobs to the size of beachballs, that wasn't enough to satisfy me anymore; I'd had a taste of far more voluptuous pleasures, and there was no turning back for me now.
“Oof. Okay, I think everything is under control now,” Elena announced as she waddled back in, cradling her belly, her skin glistening wet in several places, “I've got the pump emptying into the sink, so as much as I hate seeing all delicious milk of yours just go down the drain, we should be okay now. Also, you have no idea how hard it is to mop up half a gallon of breast milk off a tile floor when you've got a belly like this getting in the way.”
“Thanks, Ell, sorry to be so much trouble,” I said, “I'll have to think of some way to make it up to- hang on; you're even bigger than when you left- how much did you drink in there?”
“Oh, well, I know I can barely walk and my poor tummy is so full I'm afraid of bumping into anything in the house with sharp corners, but, well, I just couldn't help it,” Elena confessed, self-consciously rubbing her belly, distended to several inches larger than it had been a few brief minutes before, “I was just moving the hose, and the way it was bucking in my hands as I tried to control it, the way it was just pouring from the end like a flood- I don't know, the next thing I knew I had it in my mouth and couldn't bring myself to stop until my belly literally started creaking. Whatever we end up doing to you today, some extremely plus-sized pants are definitely in my future. But enough about my problems, let's get back to the challenge at hand. It's already going on two and we haven't found a fucking thing yet.”
“Jeez, is it really that late?” I asked with a start, the corner of my screen confirming Elena's report, “Dammit, I guess we really are running out of time here.”
“Don't give up yet, Seph,” Elena said as she swayed past me, her shorts stretched low and tight in front by her massive belly, “As long as you're still feeling comfy enough, let's give ourselves another couple hours of searching before we need to make any hard decisions.”
“Yeah, you're right; thanks for being my voice of not-freaking-outiness,” I said, typing away again, “Actually- wow, maybe we're not going to need that long after all.”
“What? Why?” Elena asked, trying to stand up suddenly only to be thrown back into her chair by the uncooperative bulk of her belly, “Ouch; what did you find?”
“It's an old Angelfire page; I'm not positive, but this might be the world's first instance of someone trawling the internet and putting together a local version of those “15 women You Won't Believe Exist!” articles, and look who number thirteen is.”
“It's her? Sadie?” Elena asked excitedly.
“Bingo,” I said as I lifted my laptop out of my cleavage and turned the screen towards Elena. There she was, Sadie Jensen, twenty years younger and barely looking old enough to drink, smiling broadly, her professional-looking blouse and jacket accentuating her spectacular bosom just modestly enough to be respectable. I turned the laptop back to me, “And I quote: 'Dude, check out this chick with the huge cans! I don't want all you pervs stalking her, but according to her homepage, she runs a lactation consultancy business! Can you fucking believe it? She looks like she's about to pop those buttons clean off. Man, wonder if she's ever thought about doing porn; I'll keep you losers posted if I turn anything else up.'”
“Well, he sounds like a real charmer,” Elena said flatly, “And I guess it's great that we know she was here in town back in the nineties and we're on the right track, but what can we do with this?”
“The same thing that got me an A+ in art history,” I answered, downloading the picture of smiling Sadie and opening up a new window, “I'm going to feed this picture into Google image search and see if- Oh my gosh; I think this is it!”
“What? What did you turn up?” Elena asked eagerly, finally dragging herself to her feet and coming over, her swollen belly pressing round and firm against my right breast as she leaned in.
“Here, look, it's an archived version of an old- Oh, I bet this was her Geocities page if I'm reading the URL right,” I said as I scrolled downwards intently, “All these links are broken and long-dead, but here's the picture, here she is talking about how she's just started her consulting business and is looking for clients, and- Ell, this is it! This is it! Here's a phone number! Quick, give me your phone!”
“Right, where did I leave- Oh, here, it should be in the nightstand,” Elena said excitedly as she fumbled at the drawer, almost dropping the bubblegum pink phone as she passed it to me, “Here, you want me to punch in the number for you?”
“It's okay, I've got it,” I told her, my fingers trembling as I punched in the digits glowing on the screen in front of me and held the phone to my ear, “Okay, let's hope she's home and in the mood for a really weird- fuck.”
“Hey now, what exactly are you planning on doing to this poor woman?” Elena asked in mild shock.
“No, that came out wrong,” I said dejectedly handing the phone back to Elena, “The number's been disconnected; we're back to square one and almost out of time. I give up.”
“Wait, don't do that just yet,” Elena said, pulling the laptop closer to her, my right breast serving as a passable, if obscenely wobbly, desk, “Here, near the bottom, there's a street address.”
“But that's probably some office she was renting in like, 1996, “I said dejectedly, “She probably hasn't been there in years.”
“No, I don't think so,” Elena said, fixing me with a confident stare, “Think about it; what do we know about Sadie? When she put this page together she was young, hungry to succeed, and way too naive about human nature on the World Wide Web. She wouldn't have had the money to rent an office, and if she was doing consulting work, why would she need to? Better to save some cash and work from home. The only reason the phone number's no good is because she, like everyone else in the world, probably decided to ditch the landline and go mobile sometime between then and now. Here, let me search for the address and, viola! It's north of the river, just off of Route 33, about a forty five minute drive, and yup, it is most definitely in a neighborhood that people actually live in.”
“So, how do we find out if she's still there?” I asked, actually beginning to feel hopeful that this day wasn't going to end with me explaining to a rescue crew that yes, a week and a half ago I had struggled to find bras that were small enough to fit me comfortably.
“There's only one way,” Elena said, “You feel like going for a drive?”
“Oh, Ell, I couldn't; just look at me!” I protested, “Can't you, I don't know- can't you just go and tell her what's happened to me and bring her back here?”
“Sure, that'd go well,” Elena snarked, “ 'Hello there, Ms. Jensen, I'm a complete stranger with a freakishly huge belly just kind of hanging out here on your doorstep, and my friend OD'd on your enchanted boob potion and I need you to get into my totally not-sketchy white minivan and come to my house before her tits explode. Also, I know where you live, but don't worry it's okay because we stalked you through the magic of the internet.' There's no way that's going to work, and even if by some miracle it did, you've said it yourself, we just don't have the time to play around anymore. Please, if she does live there, I've got to have you there with me if she's going to believe what's going happening to you. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure if I put down the middle row of seats in the van, we'll have enough space to stuff all your womanly charms inside comfortably enough.”
“Okay, you win,” I admitted, “We have pumped enough milk out of me that I can probably go for at least a couple hours before things start getting uncomfortable again. Go ahead and unhook the girls so I can see if I'm able to stand up again. Oh, and what on Earth am I supposed to wear that's not going to get us pulled over before we're even to the interstate?”
“Ah, let's see, then,” Elena mused as she shut off the pump and gently pried its cups off my nipples, both outrageously swollen after spending several hours under hard suction, each one now nearly as large as my fist, “Here, first let's try to get you on your feet- okay, that's good, just lean on the bed for a minute until you feel like you can make it on your own, and let me have a look in the closet here and see what I can find to give you at least the illusion of decency.”
“No worries, I'll just try to find my center of gravity,” I said, feeling more than a little dizzy at being on my feet again, “Don't hurry on my account; I think I might need more than a minute before I'm up to walking again.”
Teetering there, I caught my reflection in Elena's mirror, and all but collapsed back onto the bed again. Even after all we'd pumped out of my boobs, they were still gigantic. They hung down a couple inches past my knees, two soft, impossibly fat teardrops, my entire bust fully four feet wide at least, my arms, my belly, everything from shoulders to calves hidden behind its ponderous immensity. Relieving so much of the pressure in my breasts had helped make me more comfortable, but it had hardly undone the effects of being saturated with enough breast milk to fill the bathtub to overflowing. Pale blue veins arced across their white immensity, and near my chest, where my body was most desperately strained by their titanic weight; faint white furrows marred their skin. Their lower hemispheres had fared little better, with vivid red stretchmarks betraying just how critically overfilled I had been, though to my relief, they were not drawn out quite so wide and painful as when I had been on the brink of bursting. My areolae too, looked vastly less distressed now, no longer raw and tortured, but beginning to regain their usual rosy pink. All the same, my once perfect little circles had been stretched and distorted, each far larger than my outspread hand, their tender skin marked with bumps and veins, my fat nipples now pointing, like udders, at a spot on the floor several inches past my toes. As tender and abused as my tits looked, I could still feel how primed and willing they were to be filled up with milk again, like a pair of balloons inflated almost to bursting and then emptied of air, they were far too stretched out to resist being blown up again, helpless to hold back against being filled to even more obscenely excessive dimensions.
“Ell, what am I going to do?” I asked, trying to fight back tears, “I'm such a freak now; just look at how fucking gigantic and bruised up my tits are!”
“Mmm, you're my kind of freak then,” Elena smiled as she turned from her closet with a purple bed sheet in her hands, “I still think you look completely fucking hot like this; like your body is so saturated with femininity that it can barely contain it all. However this goes down, you can just walk around the house with those beauties hanging out and I'll never get tired of watching then swing. Just for right now though, how about if we see about covering them up just a little better, and maybe lending those milkbags of yours just a teensy bit of support for the drive, okay? Here, you just stand there and let me see if learning how to wrap a toga back in the theater club will finally come in handy for something useful.”
I stood there, useless, bemused, and more than a little turned on as Elena first draped the deep-hued sheet across my billowing bosom, then drew all four corners behind my back, prodding and hoisting my unwieldy colossi into place. Just keeping my feet underneath me was an ordeal now; half a minute of this and my lower back was twitching from the strain, my shoulder and my chest aching not just from the ponderous weight of my tits, but the fact that every time I inhaled my body had to lift up all those pounds of quivering breastflesh just enough to make breathing laborious and exhausting. I couldn't decide which was worse for my legs, standing with me knees locked, and feeling all that extra weight grinding down against them, or trying keep them bent just a little, and forcing every muscle in my legs to work as hard as it could to keep me from buckling to the floor like a marionette with her strings cut. I swear Elena was touching me more than she needed to, her belly pressing hard against the small of my back as she tied things in place, her hands cupping my swollen boobs from behind as she struggled to get them settled into her makeshift sling. I wasn't complaining; when this was all over she was the one who was going to have to help satiate all the lascivious thoughts her every touch was kindling within my body. I was nearly to the point of turning around and doing a little fondling of my own when she cinched down one last knot, stepped back to survey her handiwork, and flashed me a self-satisfied smile.
“Well, how does it feel?” she asked, examining me from head to toe, and the awful, awful lot of me in between, “You feel a bit more stable now that some of that weight is hanging from your shoulders and not all from your chest? Here, try walking and see if you're not quite so unbalanced and top-heavy as before.”
“Hey, that's actually- yeah, this feels a lot better,” I said, risking a few painstaking steps towards the bedroom door, and finding myself more mobile than I'd been in days, “Of course, I'm still barely fit for public viewing here; my nipples are so swollen that it looks like I've got a couple overripe plums stuffed down in there. Still, thanks, nice work; I think I can at least manage to drag myself out to the driveway like this.”
“Oh, here, to lend you just a little more modesty, let me try to get a skirt on you; it’s one of mine so it might be a little loose around, you know, all my bigger places,” Elena suggested, pulling a long denim skirt from her dresser, “It won't do us much good to cover up your Hindenburgs there if you're still running around naked from the waist down.”
“Well, I'm hardly in any condition to do much running at the moment; I think I'd get about half a step before I fell right into my own cleavage,” I protested weakly as Elena awkwardly bent down to help me step into her skirt, “But you're right; I definitely need all the help I can get right now. What are you going to wear?”
“Hey, this actually fits you pretty well; your boobs help hold it against your waist so maybe it won't slide down around your ankles while you're walking into Sadie's house,” Elena said approvingly, before turning back to her dresser and coming up with a faded T-shirt and a pair of old workout pants, “I'm not even going to try to cover up this belly right now, so I'm just going with something loose enough that it can ride up over my bulge here and have enough slack below that my waistband won't be too chafey.”
As soon as she was dressed Elena went to the front door and peeked out. The coast must have been clear because she glanced over her shoulder at me, smiled, and slipped out, waddling as fast as she was able to her minivan, her flip flops slapping against the walk, her purse hanging off her shoulder and smacking against her increasingly lush behind with every ungainly step she took. She slid open the side door and leaned in, fighting to get the middle seats folded flat and cursing under her breath the entire time as her huge and totally exposed belly rubbed against the floor of the van.
I leaned against the doorframe for support. I was positive I was still carrying around at least four hundred pounds of boob more than I had been a week before, but my breasts were finally light enough for me to walk again, but only just barely; even after a thorough milking, I realized I was more than triple the weight I'd been before- no wonder my legs were trembling so badly. Besides from the fact that just making it across the house had left me out of breath, standing here with so much weight suspended from my chest was already making my back seize up, and even my feet were starting to ache from being obliged to carry around such a massively increased, and wildly uncooperative load. I'd seen a documentary once about a woman who weighed six hundred pounds. It had been perversely captivating, watching her struggle just to do basic things around her house like get out of bed or take a shower, and I remembered watching her panting after just walking up half a flight of steps. If I kept on getting bigger, was that my future? Sure, I'd be a lot more pleasingly proportioned than the woman in the documentary, but weight is weight, and maybe she actually had an easier time than I was destined for, since she had been carrying all that fat all over, and every blessed ounce of mine was right out in front and prone to reacting to gravity's whims in ways I was still barely able to predict.
“Okay, come on,” Elena called from the driveway, “Hurry, before the neighbors see us or something.”
“Ha, after how they wigged out after we just didn't mow our lawn for a month last summer, I'm actually kind of tempted to just stand out here in the yard tits and all just to give them a couple real reasons to be scandalized,” I announced, before thinking better of it, “Still, we're two girls on a mission to do something about my two girls; I guess there'll always be time to offend the neighborhood later.”
Getting into the van was even more difficult than I'd expected. I had to kind of climb in sideways, while Elena heaved my boobs in one at a time, obviously in discomfort at the way they weighed down against her brimming belly, though she didn't look me in the eye the entire time she was helping me in, and certainly didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry to not have an overflowing double armful of quivering boob surging against her chest.
“Okay then, you comfy enough for a bit of a drive then?” she asked, artfully positioning my breasts on the flattened seat in front of me, “Sorry that the seat belt's not going to fit you right now; I promise I'll drive careful.”
“Ha, I'll be fine,” I giggled, patting my bosom confidently, “I've got my double air- ah, milkbags to absorb the impact if anything happens.”
“Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that,” Elena smiled, “Here; just give me a second to see if I can still fit behind the steering wheel now that I'm fucking enormous.”
Elena slung the door closed and tottered around to the driver's door, leaving me sitting there with my breasts, barely swaddled in a bed sheet, resting tremulously on the seat in front of me. Fuck me but I was huge; another eight inches or so, not even as gigantic as I'd been before milking, and my tits would have been touching glass on both sides of the van.
“Ouch, okay, so I have definitely put on a few pounds since last time I took a drive in this thing,” Elena admitted ruefully as she tried to drag herself into the front seat, and finding that as fit as she had been before her appetites got the best of her, she had packed on enough weight that her well-toned arms could only just heft her into place, “And- damn, where's the thing to slide the seat back? Oh, here we go-”
“Ow, fuck!” I cried out as her seat suddenly slid backwards, “Watch out, will you?”
“What?” Elena asked, looking back at me in annoyance before quickly changing her expression, “Oh, Seph, sorry, I didn't mean to-”
“It's okay,” I sighed, trying to gather the bulk of my left breast a little closer to my body, “I just- well, having the car seat slam right into my nipple was just- sorry; I didn't mean to shout, I'll be okay.”
“Alright, as long as you're okay riding like this,” Elena said as she settled herself into position, “between everything I've gained in front and behind, I just need a lot more room if I want to actually be able to turn the steering wheel. Also, it looks like I'll be driving with the armrests up from now on; my hips are already wider than my seat. Anyways, you ready to roll?”
“Yeah, let's do this!” I agreed, feeling weirdly optimistic about our desperate and quixotic voyage.
“Okay, just hold on then,” Elena said as she craned her neck around to back out of the driveway, “If the twins start jiggling too much to tolerate, you just let me know and I'll slow down a bit. Or, if you're getting bored back there, just let me know and I can make sure I hit all the potholes on the expressway head-on.”
“Can you imagine? Five minutes of that and I'd either be screaming in pain for you to stop, or so turned on I'd be begging you to pull over and finish me off again. I'm okay, we just need to find out if this is really her or not,” I insisted, “Take the interstate. Even if this works, I'm going to be too sore to move for the next week, a bit of a rough ride isn't going to do any damage that hasn't already been done.”
A few minutes later we were out of the neighborhood and on the highway. If I'd thought driving with big boobs was a hassle when I was only sporting a pair of G cups, this took everything about that experience and turned it right up to eleven. Just sitting there in the back of the van, as still as I possibly could, felt like my tits were balloons crammed to bursting with jello, and someone was forcing me to jump around on a trampoline. Every bump, every bend in the road was magnified a thousand times through my indelicately distended bosom. When we hit a pothole I nearly screamed, and a few minutes later when the car in front of us slammed on their brakes, I felt like I was about to go through the windshield tits-first. It hurt; my boobs were so excruciatingly sore that every moment of the ride was torture, and yet, as I sat there helplessly watching my mountains of womanly flesh quaking and wobbling in front of me, it was kind of turning me on. I didn't want it to; I just wanted this to be over, but I if I had needed any reminding, I wasn't in control of my own body anymore. Thousands of nerve endings, all stretched tight and screaming with stimulation were being funneled right into my brain, and in spite of myself, I felt myself growing warm and willing as our trip grew longer. I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from asking Ell to pull over, cut my tits loose from the bed sheet and give them a nice, deep, rubdown. This was it; I was finally losing my mind. Here I was on the way to our last desperate chance for help, and all I could think of was how much I wanted Elena to pull over at a gas station or something and eat me out again, and my body was already so drained from the last time that I felt like I could probably put an all-you-can-eat buffet out of business right now, not that that would do anything to slacken the pace my tits were filling up at right now.
“Okay, we're getting close,” Elena said brightly as we careened around an exit ramp, “Just a couple more minutes and- whoa, Seph, are you feeling alright?”
“Oh, um, yeah, I'm okay,” I lied, trying to steady my quivering breasts as well as I could and doing my best to squelch the entirely inappropriate thoughts of what I'd like Ell to be doing to me right now, “I'm just, uh, a little carsick. No worries; I'm just, ah, going to look out the window until we get there, everything’s cool.”
“If you say so,” Elena said doubtfully, “Hey, this is the street; it looks like the right number should be on this next block here and- Seph, I think this is it!”
We were in the heart of a completely unremarkable neighborhood, a vast wilderness of cheap tract housing built after the war; nothing unusual for this part of town. Most of the modest homes looked well-kept enough, almost every one of them with a tidy, well-trimmed lawn and an azalea bush or two out front. This house though, was a whole other story. It might have looked normal enough by itself; just a white cape set back from the street a little farther than its neighbors, but something about it lent the old house a look like of something from a fairy tale. A large willow tree sprouted from one side of the uneven lawn, its long tendrils suspended possessively over the front walk, while across from it, a ginkgo stood proud, its leaves ablaze with the yellow of swiftly-falling autumn. A riotous hedge of boxwoods half-shielded the yard from the road, and some kind of twisted, thorny lemon tree by a bay window hung heavy with its curious, yellow fruits. I can't even describe it; the house just seemed to have this aura of magic around it, like something within it was forcing the very earth to be more fertile and life-charged than any other place for miles around, and I was certain that we had reached the climax of our quest.
“Okay, so I'll go knock on the door and see if it's her,” Elena said, as much reminding herself what she needed to do as she was asking me, “If it is her, and she doesn't slam the door in my face; I'll explain what's going on and then we'll come get you, okay? Damn, I feel so exposed all of a sudden with my belly sticking out like this; do I have a sweater or anything back there you can pass me so I don't look quite so ridiculous waddling up to the front door?”
“Uhh, doesn't look like it,” casting futilely around the back of the van, “Here, you want to borrow my bed sheet?”
“Ha, and leave you all alone out here with your tits laid bare out for everyone to gawk at?” Elena laughed, “I'll be okay. Here, wish me luck.”
Ell opened the door and slid out nearly as awkwardly as she had climbed in. She was a surreal sight, walking up to the house; her belly bulging several inches broader than her far-from-narrow hips. She hauled herself up to the front door, shrugged in resignation as she tried to pull her shirt down to lend herself at least the illusion of modesty, and, after a moment of hesitation, pushed the bell.
For a long moment, nothing happened. My doubts grew; every second I was more and more certain that no one was home, or some complete stranger was going to open the door, freak out at my revealingly-arrayed roommate, and send her packing. My tits were filling up again, and not exactly being subtle about it, growing heavy and tight with milk; I could feel their skin gently stretching as their burden increased. This was our last chance; I needed help now and if this didn't work then I was going to be on my way to the hospital for sure unless I really wanted to find out just how big my tits could get before I finally- No, it was too real, too close, to even think about any more- Please, please, this had to work, there was just no other way I could-
The door swung inwards, and Elena stumbled back in surprise. An instant later, a woman emerged from the dim light inside the house. It was her. We had found Sadie Jensen. We must have caught her on cleaning day; she was wearing kind of a retro house dress and an apron, its floral print fabric pushed out impressively in front of her by her huge breasts, though I had to admit they didn't seem quite so overwhelmingly large after what I'd experienced over the last few days. She stared at Elena standing there on her doorstep, swollen belly and all, and though I couldn't hear a word between them, I could see Ell seemed to be going for a mixture of the way people act in movies when they need to explain to someone that they're from the future and there's no time to waste, and the dumbfounded, slack-jawed way I'd acted the first time I'd laid eyes on Ms. Jensen's womanly endowments.
Elena was pointing at me now- I leaned closer to the window and waved- and in the blink of an eye, Sadie's expression went from “Who is this crazy girl?” to “OMG this is serious!” Leaving Elena behind, she hurried out to the street, wrenched the van door open, and stared at me with a blend of alarm and self-possession until I felt like I needed to say something to break the ice.
“Hi Ms. Jensen; remember me, from the library?” I asked lamely, “So, I don't know what Ell already told you, but I kind of didn't shred those pages like you told me to and one thing led to another and now, well, my breasts are about to explode and I was hoping you could help.”
“Good heavens, I've never seen such an acute case in my life,” she said in awe, though she regained her compose with impressive speed, “So, your friend here says you're Persephone, right? I think I may be able to help, but we need to get you inside immediately. Elena, lend me a hand here, if you're not too full yourself to be of use; time is of the essence if this is going to end well.”
I was half-expecting each of them to try and support one of my boobs as I walked along behind them like some kind of lactation priestess from a kinky RPG, but Sadie was more practically-minded than that. Before I knew it we were all lumbering up to the house together, my arms thrown out across their shoulders, Ell on my left and Sadie to my right. I knew I should still be freaking out about what was happening, but I already felt better. Something about this woman, her aura, I don't know how to describe it, just radiated authority and confidence; if she said that I'd be okay as long as I followed her every command, well, I had a hard time imagining myself not obeying. Being between the two of them was perversely stimulating; on one side Elena's distended belly pressed tight and warm against the lower side of my bust, while to my other, Sadie's firm and well-supported melons rubbed insistently against my soft endowments. Maybe it was just because of how she carried herself, or maybe because I'd spent the last several nights dreaming about being dominated by her, but I was having a really hard time keeping my thoughts on the issue at hand.
Elena peeled away to hold the front door open, and the next thing I knew we were in Sadie's well-furnished living room, and she and Ell were gently ensconcing me in a large, overstuffed sofa against the wall. I hadn't really tried to sit down since reaching my present proportions; it was frightening, but also kind of a turn-on, to feel my knees completely buried under my breasts, and realizing that they spread from one end to the other of a couch long enough for me to lie down on.
“Okay, before you girls tell me the whole story,” Sadie said, “let's get you undressed and have a closer look at what we're dealing with here.”
“I'm the one that swaddled her up like this,” Elena volunteered, “Here, Seph, lean forwards a bit so I can reach the knots, okay?”
“Mmph, is this far enough?” I asked, trying to keep my balance, “If I lean any farther, I'm going to end up on the floor laying on top of my boobs.”
“Yeah, I think I can reach,” Elena said, her fingers tugging and pulling right behind my shoulders, “And- got it!”
With a flourish, she pulled the sheet away from my body. No longer contained, my breasts immediately spilled out against both armrests of the sofa, still rising high enough in front of me that I could have set an open book on top of them and read it very comfortably. I felt like I should be more self-conscious, revealing so much of my naked body to someone who was almost an utter stranger, but all I felt was excitement. Not just because things were finally going right and I was going to get help, but because I felt like I was in one of my dreams again, just waiting for things to get interesting.
“Oh my- This is- You've got it even worse than I imagined; it's a good thing you girls found me when you did,” Sadie said, walking back and forth to frown at my bosom intensely, “Was it really just nine days ago that you starting taking my formula? I've never seen a woman attain such alarming dimensions in anything near so short a time. Remind me, you were already fairly well-developed when I came to your library last week, weren't you?”
“Ah, no, Ma'am,” I said, looking away abashedly, “I've never been bigger than an A cup until you came by to get those copies run off.”
“Dear me, you really are a marvel then,” Sadie said, bending over to examine me more closely, “You really are lucky you didn't wind up in an ambulance before now; I never would have thought it possible for a woman's breasts to endure such prolific growth without, ah, more serious consequences.”
I tried to keep my composure, what little of it I had left, as she began to touch my breasts, stroking their taut skin gently, reaching lower and giving one of my nipples a tentative squeeze, resting one hand on the underside of my titanic melons and thoughtfully testing their heft. My heart was racing; as she bent over, her own spectacular bosom suspended inches from my face, at least half a foot of cleavage exposed between her neck and the top of her apron, her breasts brushing with soft heaviness against mine as she examined me. I was already soaking wet and quivering with desire, and it took everything I had to remind myself that this wasn't a dream; this was serious, and no matter how much I was fantasizing about her ripping her clothes off and demanding I suck her tits, or forcing a gallon of serum down my throat and teasing me while my boobs blew up like balloons, anything I did to make something like that happen would almost certainly end up in getting us thrown out.
“Well, first things, first,” Sadie said, taking off her glasses and shaking her hair down, which did nothing to make her less incandescently arousing to me, “Let's start you pumping so your breasts aren't put under any more strain than they already have been. Funny, I ordered a set of cups that would have been perfect for you a couple weeks ago, and then I got busy and never got around to picking them up. I expect they'll have sent them back by now. Oh well, I think I've got some older ones upstairs that should still be serviceable enough; one minute, if you please.”
She gave my right breast one last measuring pinch, straightened up, and strode up the stairs; I could hear her in the room right above us, pushing around boxes and pulling open reluctant drawers.
“Wow,” Elena said, having settled herself into a wide chair across from me, “So, um, not to sound too freaky, but you don't suppose that after all this she might be up for coming back to our place after all this for a while, do you? I mean, I know it sounds like I'm turning into a nympho here, but damn, there is just something about that woman that I can't put my finger on, though I'd love to have the chance to try.”
“I know, I know; keep your voice down,” I agreed, “This is crazy right? It's one thing that we've spent the last few days, you know, getting to know each other better, but now I'm having to chain myself to the mast to keep from asking this woman how she feels about an all-girl three-way, and we haven't even fixed the two extremely big and pressing concerns that brought us all the way over here.”
“Okay, as long as I'm not the only one sitting here wishing she'd come over here and slip me some tongue,” Elena breathed, “She obviously knows a lot about female anatomy; I bet she can do things with those hands of hers that would leave me absolutely delirious.”
“What was that about being delirious? Is one of you feeling dizzy or light-headed?” Sadie asked knowingly, suddenly appearing at the door with a breast pump trailing a long hose tucked under one arm and clutching a fistful of latex, “Sorry, I probably should have announced myself better. It's funny, and I'm sure you, well, both of you by the look of things, will learn this before long, one of the tricks to making sure you don't end up in a back brace when you're well, generously endowed, is that learning to walk softly instead of stomping around all the time is ever so much easier on your body. Of course, that does mean that sometimes you walk in on conversations not meant for your ears. Still, I've always kept anything I heard from my girls in the strictest of confidence, so you've nothing to worry about from me wagging my tongue. Alright then, let's get you hooked up and we can start getting you taken care of properly”
Elena was sitting there mortified and blushing red as a cherry, and I could feel my own face burning too. Sadie must have noticed, but she didn't say a word. She knelt down in front of me- the feel of that tight apron of hers brushing against my skin was maddening- applied some vaseline or something to my areola, and then gently pushing the milking cup into place before moving on to my other breast.
“And now, my dear,” Sadie said as she straightened up and flipped the breast pump's switch, and eliciting a sigh of relief from my lips as the pressure inside my breasts found escape, “You should be much more comfortable while we get to the bottom of things. So, before I can help you, I need you to answer a few questions for me, and if this is going to work, I need you to be shamelessly open with me, even if some of this feels embarrassing or a little too personal, okay?”
“Yes Ma'am; anything you say,” I said with enthusiastic modesty, “I'll tell the truth, I promise.”
“Excellent,” Sadie said, pulling a folding chair in front of me and sitting down perfectly poised and in command of herself, “So, just exactly how much of my serum have you taken since last we met?”
“Um, I didn't really measure it exactly,” I answered, squirming awkwardly in my chair, “But I think I made just under two gallons of it and, ah, I went through that in about a week.”
For the first time since I'd met her, Sadie's eyes went wide with shock for a moment, though she quickly recovered her sangfroid, “Gracious! Persephone, do you realize that my maximum prescribed dosage, and this is what I'd give a woman with newborn triplets who was determined to breastfeed exclusively and desperate to increase her production no matter what the side effects were would be an ounce and a half a day? If your estimate is right then that means- oh, you've been dosing yourself with nearly twenty times that. No wonder you've blossomed so prodigiously.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured I was going overboard,” I admitted sheepishly, “Especially when I started gaining more than a cup size a day, and I guess I probably should have cut myself off once I started turning into a human dairy cow. I guess I was just enjoying being busty for a change so much that I didn't want to think about how unnatural it was to be growing so fast.”
“Well, I'm not going to tell you that what you did wasn't incredibly reckless and irresponsible,” Sadie warned me sternly, “But then again, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't have enough experience with that particular recipe to know how intoxicating its consequences can be. In the same vein, did you notice any urges after you started taking the serum? Anything like unwanted thoughts that you couldn't get out of your mind, new obsessions, that sort of thing?”
“Wait, so you've used this stuff on yourself too?” I asked, my lasciviousness getting the better of me, “Is that how you got to be so- crap, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone there.”
“As brazen as that question is, I can hardly insist on absolute honesty from you and give you anything else myself,” Sadie said, her own cheeks reddening ever so slightly, “ Besides, I do love a woman who's direct in going after what she wants. I'll confess, while mother nature was extremely generous in supplying me with a bountiful bosom, my presently pneumatically fulsome figure owes more than a little to my experimenting with various doses and mixtures of the ingredients in my serum while I was perfecting it.”
“Really?” I asked, partly just delighted to hear from someone else who had been though at least some of what I had, though mostly because hearing Sadie talk about making her tits blow up was the hottest fucking thing ever, “So, does that mean that if you hadn't worked out all the details when you did, you'd be even bigger than you are now?”
“If we're going down that road, I suppose I might as well reveal everything,” Sadie said with a sigh the filled her bosom tantalizingly, “This is far from the largest my breasts have been over my long and interesting career. In addition to trying all my new formulations and supplements out on myself before sharing them with my customers, there've been more than a few occasions that I've been enlisted for my services as a wet nurse, I may have been obliged to increase my daily output until I was very nearly as inconveniently overdeveloped and overloaded as you presently find yourself. But then, it would be both unladylike and unprofessional to delve any deeper into all the lurid details. Besides, you still haven't answered my question.”
“Right, um, unwelcome thoughts,” I averred, my gears spinning desperately to explain myself in a way that didn't make me sound like a tit-addled slut, “So, first I was kind of obsessed with feeling my boobs- I mean my breasts!- getting bigger, heavier, more sensitive. But then when I actually started growing, I just started having these thoughts, like every girl I met I either wanted to dominate her with how much bigger my ti- sorry, breasts- were than hers, or if she was still bigger than me I dreamed of becoming even larger so I could show her who the real woman was. Also, and I don't want to offend you because you seem like you might be kind of conservative, not that that's a bad thing, but well, I was never really interested in other girls before, at least, not when I was sober, but, ah, since Ell here got back into town after I'd already been through several days of bursting the buttons off my blouse, we've been, er, intimate several times a day.”
“Well, I'm hardly surprised to hear that,” Sadie said, turning to look at Elena's taut, milk-bloated belly knowingly, while my roommate sunk into her chair abashedly, “After all, you've flooded your body with an absolutely grotesque dose of female hormones, specifically ones that mimic late-term pregnancy, and it's no secret that a lot of women entering their final trimester are absolutely insatiable. As for going after Elena here, you were clearly desperate for intimacy, the two of you are obviously very close already, and, not to put too fine a point on it, maybe you've always had more of an interest in other women than you've allowed yourself to admit, so when suddenly your body goes through these enormous changes, on some level you felt like you were giving yourself permission to indulge in certain appetites you never felt safe giving into before.”
“But what about me?” Elena asked, looking deeply fascinated by this line of discussion, “I've always loved the D- that is, I've liked guys all my life; why did I suddenly start getting all these ideas once Seph here sprouted a pair of zeppelins?”
“The simplest answer is that just like Persephone here, you were just waiting to give yourself an excuse to experiment with a form of sensuality that had always intrigued you,” Sadie explained, looking indecently pleased with herself to be in the middle of this conversation, “But the more obvious explanation is pheromones. Persephone, being so perfectly saturated with all these unpredictable, body-changing compounds has gotten everything about your body set to, if you'll pardon the expression, “F*** Me mode” and you're practically reeking of it in a way that other people, particularly those predisposed to being attracted to you already, can hardly resist.”
“Really?” I asked, trying to unobtrusively sniff the air around me, “I seriously smell like I'm in heat or something?”
“Is it that hard to believe?” Sadie asked good-naturedly, “The second you opened that van door it hit me like a slap in the face; I can only imagine how hard it would be for someone to resist if they spent a few days in a house that you'd been living in for the past several days. Honestly, you've barely been here in my home for half an hour, and I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't feeling the effects more than a little. Of course, not that I’d ever be in danger of actually succumbing to your, ah, palpable charms, mind you- so, erm, speaking of sudden urges and the like, are there any other psychological phenomena you've been experiencing?”
“Yeah, there is one other thing,” I said, steeling myself to explain this one, “Since the night I started taking the serum I've been having- dreams.”
“Indeed?” Sadie asked, looking very interested indeed, “Dreams about what, or would whom be the better word?”
“So, it kind of started with people I know,” I explained, dreading where I was going to have to end up with this, “Well, people I'd met anyways. One night it was the salesgirl at a lingerie shop who I overpowered with my new, huge breasts, another time it was Cora, my cousin who looks just like me but sports a pair of L cups that I've envied for years.”
“Okay,” Sadie said, looking as if she were filing all this away in her head somewhere, “But that's only two dreams; you said they were happening every night.”
“Yeah, so a lot of the other dreams, especially for the last few nights, and this is going to sound really weird, so I'm sorry in advance,” I said, taking a deep breath, “Well, they were about you. And not just you, like, you were there undressing me or something, but you were making my breasts grow larger; forcing me to nurse from you, inflating my girls like a couple of balloons, changing my body to please you and delighting in every minute of it. I'm not- I mean- It's not like I'm saying you're the kind of person that would ever do that kind of thing, believe me! But for the last few nights that's what I've been having, and every morning I've woken up to find myself nearly as big as the dream version of you has made me. Sorry, you must think I'm a total weirdo, but that's the truth of it.”
“Actually,” Sadie said in measured tones, “I wouldn't beat myself up about it if I were you. Dreams are one way that your subconscious helps you to get comfortable with changes in your life, and you, my dear have been experiencing some staggeringly major changes indeed as of late. We already discussed how your libido has gone through the roof since you started taking the serum, so it's no surprise that your dreaming self would try to rationalize what was happening to your body in terms of women you know being attracted to you. And since you barely met me last week and I was, through no fault of my own, the trigger for your recent developments, it is entirely natural and healthy that your subconscious would latch onto me as the avatar of your growth. It's nothing to worry about, Persephone, all just elementary psychology, I assure you.”
“Thanks. Sorry, this is just really weirding me out,” I admitted, “Aside from when we actually met at my library, I've been thinking of you as this salacious, boob-inflating dominatrix, and finally sitting down and getting to talk with you about all this, it's just like, this huge cognitive dissonance thing, you know?”
“So what did you think?” Sadie asked good-naturedly, “That on top of inventing a mixture that could make your breasts swell to several hundred times their normal size in the span of a few days, that I'm also some kind of dream-haunting succubus visiting you by night? My dear, I'm a very capable woman, but some things are beyond even my substantial talents.”
“I know; it sounds crazy,” I said, feeling boundlessly relieved that she was taking this in stride, “I guess- I dunno- I guess part of it is that I've been through so much since we met that anything seems like it could be possible now, even that, and also, well, I'm still kind of getting used to being in the same room with you and not having you try to make me burst right out of my blouse. It's just a lot to take in.”
“Well, perhaps you're better at reading people than you think you are,” Sadie said with a twinkle in her eye, “I've got my best professional face on right now, you're kind of a client of mine, however accidental, and I've got to be on my best behavior when I'm on the job. The rest of my time, well, no one with any color in their heart doesn't indulge now and then in things they'd never even think about saying while they're at work. But here you've got me talking about myself again, and I think I've heard enough to be able to offer you some help beyond a ready ear and a turbo-charged breast pump. The reason your body has overreacted so massively to the serum is a simple matter of latent genetics.”
“Latent genetics?” I asked, dearly wishing I'd paid more attention in freshmen biology, “How do you mean?”
“Well, I suspected it since I first laid eyes on you here, but you confirmed it when you told me about that maddeningly busty cousin of yours,” Sadie explained, “Some women come to be very well-favored just in the natural course of things; it's in their genes, just as surely as what color their eyes are or if they can roll their tongue into an O. But there are also a lot of women out there with DNA crammed to the brim with traits that should make them absolutely enormous, but nothing in their own biology to trigger it all. I'm sure you've seen the sensational stories floating around out there, where some woman with a rather modest profile gets pregnant and then her breasts practically blew up overnight until she could barely stand up straight. For some girls going on the pill is enough to kick it off, and for some older women, going through menopause can actually set off a burst of mammary development. I think that your genes make you extremely prone to a case of sudden, stupendous macromastia, and hitting yourself with a megadose of my serum just started a cascade effect that's been building up inside you for years, a perfect storm of factors all coming together to turn you into the lush-bosomed young woman sitting before me right now.”
“I never- I never really thought about it that way before,” I said, trying to wrap my head around it all, “I'm going to have a lot of reading to do when I get back home. But for right now, you said you knew how to help me now. I'm assuming that means you know how to keep my breasts from just getting bigger and bigger until I pop, right?”
“Well, reducing you down to anything close to your previous measurements is well beyond my abilities,” Sadie cautioned, “You've fundamentally altered your body chemistry in a way that you can never begin to reverse, but I think we can stop things from going much farther than they've already progressed.”
“You know, I'm actually okay with that,” I said, staring down at my gigantic boobs and flashing Elena a furtive smile, “I mean, I know this must sound insane, but even now, I'm not sure I'd ever want to go back to the way I was again. Being like this, it makes so many things so much harder, but, I don't know, I still enjoy it, you know?”
“I know exactly what you mean,” Sadie said, smiling as she sympathetically cupped one of her own lavish breasts, “Right then, I'm going to get you something from the kitchen, and then we're going to have a talk about what you, both of you, are going to need to do if you don't want those breasts of yours becoming even more dangerously over-enlarged than they already are.”
“Yeah, we should definitely invite her over for dinner sometime,” Elena said, this time waiting until Sadie was definitely out of earshot, “I mean, not just because I'm kind of curious about that whole breast-expanding dominatrix thing- just out of curiosity, I mean, not like I'm hoping she'll step through the front door, whip her tits out, and then make me suck on them until I'm as mindblowingly massive as you are- but, you know, she seems like she'd be cool to hang out with; might have a few pointers for you on getting along in the world with your particular situation and everything.”
“Ell, you're absolutely incorrigible,” I shot back, trying to stifle a smile, “You're right though; there aren't a lot of women who would understand what I've been through, though I'm starting to suspect there are more than I would have guessed, and she does seem like the kind of woman you and I could learn a lot from- about life, I mean, not in a black leather, whips and milk-engorged breasts sort of- Oh! Sadie!”
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Sadie said apologetically as she materialized again with a steaming cup in her hand, “I just needed a moment to make this hot for you. Here, have a sip.”
“Thanks,” I said, leaning forwards across my titanic bosom to accept it, desperately trying not to spill a drop of the hot liquid on my exquisitely oversensitive skin, and then taking a long drink from the cup, “Mmm, this is wonderful; what is it?”
“It’s an herbal concoction of mine; something meant to counteract however much of the serum is still coursing through your body, while also helping to tamp down all the breast-growth hormones of your own that are pushing your body to devote every last drop of energy you have to milk production and driving your breasts to become even more alarmingly overdeveloped. You're not the first one of my girls to overdose and need some help putting the brakes on. I've had plenty of clients over the years who just wanted to boost production a little bit who came back a month later with their breasts swollen to the size of watermelons, not that there was any hope of returning them to their formerly respectable dimensions either, and one girl who foolishly thought that she was supposed to take as much of the serum every night as she hoped to be producing breast milk. Unfortunately, she didn't have quite the same constitution you do, and she called me in a panic a week later. By the time I reached her, her breasts had swollen from B cups to weighing fully twenty five pounds each, her skin stretched tight as a drum, and even more vein-striped and stretch-marked than yours. I didn't even think about leaving her alone until she'd drank nearly a gallon of this tea, and even then I was half-afraid she was actually going to explode if I more than just touched her. In my defense though, once she was comfortable enough to endure wearing a top again, she was more than able to feed her twins, though last time we met, she still had to wear three layers of nursing pads inside her bra to keep her nipples from poking through her blouse like a pair of champagne corks. Anyway, here's a whole bag of the stuff; mix a tablespoon in with some hot water and drink it at least three time a day, though it certainly won't do any harm if you wind up imbibing a bit more.”
“Thanks,” I said, accepting the brown bag she offered me gratefully, “If you say it'll help, then I'll be happy to live off this stuff for the next month.”
“Wonderful, that should help reduce the quantity of milk you're expressing down to a manageable amount, though you'll still need to pump three or four times a day, even when you're at work,” Sadie said, “With any luck, you'll be down to twenty gallons a day or so, and if everything really goes smoothly, your breasts should stop growing before they've gained another fifty pounds or so.”
“Another fifty pounds? Wow,” I blurted, almost choking on my tea, “I can hardly carry these things around as it is; do you really think I'm going to be able to go back to work if I'm even bigger and I need to go pump these things dry a couple times during my shift? Besides, they'll never let me work with the public like this; I'm built like a fu- blow up doll now.”
“Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that,” Sadie said, serenely self-assured, “After all, you're still getting used to your new figure and your body has been through an awful lot lately, so you'll only be getting stronger and more confident as you learn how to get around with your new encumbrances. You'd be surprised how much extra weight in front a healthy young woman like you can learn to carry around when she has no choice in the matter. As for work, plenty of women need to take a break or two during the day to express; there are laws to protect their rights, so you should be right as rain. Granted, most of them won't need to pour several gallons of it down the drain every day too, but that part's not really all that important to your employer. As for the fact that you're going to draw a bit more attention now than before, well, isn't that what you wanted when you decided to go down this road? It's your body, my dear; be proud of it and don't ever let anyone try to make you ashamed just because of your size. Goodness knows I've never let anyone else's opinion slow me down.”
“Okay, I guess I'll be needing to call my boss then,” I thought aloud, trying to imagine how that conversation would go, “I told her I was out sick, but if I'm coming back to work, I'm going to have to explain all this to her somehow.”
“Just be honest,” Sadie said brightly, as she grabbed a notebook off the corner of the coffee table that wasn't buried under my tits, “Or don't tell her everything if you'd prefer to keep some of your escapades to yourself. I'm licensed by the state, you know, so I can write you a suitably vague but perfectly official note explaining that your present condition is due to a rare and sudden hormonal imbalance. You know how to find me now, so if anyone gives you a hard time about it, have them call me- I'm writing my cell number down here for you to make things easier, for you- I'll be happy to show them my credentials.”
“Wow, thank you,” I said, feeling strangely awed that a near stranger would go so far to look after me after I was the one who made off with her recipe, “So, is there anything else I should do to keep the twins here from becoming any more massive than they already are?”
“Mmm, about that,” Sadie said, casting a knowing eye toward me and Elena, “There might be a couple diet and lifestyle changes that might help to keep that extra fifty pounds from ballooning into another hundred or more.”
“Anything,” I agreed, “Just tell me.”
“If you insist; but I must warn you, if you don't follow what I'm about to tell you to the letter, I'll not be so receptive if I find you back on my doorstep with breasts so hypertrophied that they're dragging on the ground, alright?” she asked, waiting for both Elena and I to nod soberly before continuing, “Right. I won't presume to know exactly what you girls have been up to, and it's no place of mine to judge, not that I've any standing to anyway, but at least for the next two weeks, no playing around at all. That means separate beds, separate showers, separate whatever, and the only way that milk gets sucked out of you is by pumping it out, do you understand? We're trying to get all those raging hormones of yours tamped down and under control, not whipped up into even more of a fury. And if you have to ask, if you feel like a glass of milk, please help yourself to one that's come from a cow, not your own wet, milky teats. After all the serum you've ingested, every drop you leak must be practically foaming over with fat and all sorts of things that are just going to make you keep growing if you venture so much as a taste, as your callipygous friend here seems to have discovered already. It doesn't have to be forever; just give it two weeks until your body has a chance to reach equilibrium, and then the two of you can drive each other wild all you want under the sheets if that's what makes you happy.”
“Well, it won't be easy, but I think we can stick to that,” I said, both turned on and frustrated at the thought of not feeling Ell's tongue against my skin for that long, and the thought that Sadie could see right through both of us, “So about all the milk, if it's so high in fat that it isn't even safe for me to drink, I guess I can't donate it to a hospital for them to use in the maternity wing or anything like that, can I?”
“Now that's an interesting question,” Sadie said, looking at me appraisingly, “You're right, the kind of cream your body is pumping out right now is so brimming with hormones and glutted with fat and calories that no sane person would ever want to drink it unless they were hoping to gain a truly indecent amount of weight in some of their more womanly regions. However, there is a bakery in town that caters to women who are looking for that very thing. I've never been a patron of theirs, but I've had other clients whose condition was, well, nearly as impressive as yours, and they did have to give up regular work because of how large they'd become. I understand that they're more than willing to pay a young woman like yourself a very respectable wage in return for every last ounce you can deliver to them; it might supplement your income a bit, which I'm sure will be a relief once you start shopping for a wardrobe appropriate for your more curvaceous figure.”
“I hadn't even thought that far ahead,” I sighed, looking down at my huge breasts and then at the purple bed sheet crumpled up on the floor, “Where am I going to find clothes that won’t get me arrested for indecent exposure, much less anything fit to wear to work?”
“Here, let me put you in touch with someone else who might be able to help you,” Sadie said, ripping another page from her notebook and scribbling intently on it, “First, the bakery is called the Muffin Top, and while I don't know their number offhand, since you were able to find me online, tracking them down should be a walk in the park for you two. In fact, I think I remember driving past it in Carytown just the other day; they're just across from the old theater if I'm not mistaken. And if you're worried about getting fitted for some new clothes, I've got a friend named Lisa, she's actually right near that bakery, oddly enough, who owns a dress shop. I'm going to write down the address and phone number here for you; I used to have ever so hard a time finding outfits that hung well on me until I met her; she mostly does work for women who are big all over, but she enjoys the challenge of dressing a girl who's carrying all her extra endowments up top. Or undressing them, once she's had a glass of wine or two, but here I'm telling tales out of school again. So, is there anything else the two of you are curious about then?”
“Well, I guess that's all the big stuff,” I said, glancing at Elena in case she had something to say, “I mean, I know it's going to take a while for me to get used to, you know, all this, but aside from not freaking out that my breasts are going to burst while I'm sleeping tonight, I'm actually feeling good about the future. I don't suppose Lisa makes choir robes; I think I'm going to be scandalizing the other women at church enough if I don't try to stuff these monsters into something that's going to be stretched to transparency over them.”
“Lisa's a good Catholic girl,” Sadie said approvingly, “I'm sure if you bring her a robe from your church she'll be able to make one to match that still gives you enough decency to stand up in front of the congregation. And now, if you'll excuse me, I've got an actual paying client scheduled to arrive in about five minutes, and I expect you've got a call or two to make if you want to get a timely start on life from now on.”
“Oh, right, I didn't even think of that,” I apologized, trying to stand up way too fast and nearly pitching tits-first over the coffee table, “Damn, sorry, um, I don't suppose that with all your experience with girls in my predicament that you might have a really big t-shirt or something laying around I could borrow?”
“Hmm,” Sadie said, staring at my boobs with an intensity that left me both intimidated and aroused, “Yes, I think I might have just the thing. Wait here.”
She stood up- again I was amazed that a woman as top-heavy as her could manage it so effortlessly- and glided out of the room, only to return a minute later carrying a rippling mountain of knitted orange material.
“Here, try this on,” Sadie offered, unfurling what turned out to be an absolutely gigantic sweater, “It's mine from the time I- well, let's just say I wore it for a while when I was larger than I am now. I think it might fit you, at least until you're able to find some new clothes. It should look good on you; it's nice and trim in the waist, but extremely generous around the bust. Here, if you're feeling comfortably empty right now, how about I unhook you from the breast pump and you try it on?”
“Sure, thank you,” I said, happily receiving it as Sadie knelt down in front of me to free my nipples from the soft cups that had spent the last hour sucking me dry. Getting my head and arms through the sweater was easy enough, but stretching it out far enough to get it around my boobs was a much larger challenge, “Mmph, I guess I'm going to have to learn how to get dressed all over again.”
“Here, try standing up and let me help you,” Sadie instructed me, working her way back and forth in front of me, deftly stuffing my enormous melons up into the sweater, “If you think this is hard, you're really going to hate pretty much anything with buttons in front. What's your library's policy on tank tops and cleavage?”
“Pretty relaxed- oh! At least until they- ahh -see me come in wearing one,” I stuttered, the way her dexterous fingers forcefully handled all my pliant flesh filling me with all sorts of ideas that I could scarcely even mention to her, much less be brazen enough to act on.
“Okay, there we go; you're practically respectable now,” Sadie said, stepping back to inspect her handiwork, “I mean, your nipples are still pretty engorged from the milking, but hopefully that will subside before too long. All in all, my dear, I think you look very fetching like this.”
“Thanks, for everything,” I said, picking up my bag full of herbs and unsure of what else to say, “You've been so- I mean- I was just amazed when I found you; I didn't expect you to be so, you know, generous with me and everything.”
“Yeah, I was really not looking forward to wheeling Seph and her Goodyear blimps here into the ER all by myself,” Elena chimed in, “It's been- educational.”
“It's been my pleasure,” Sadie said warmly, “I know this didn't exactly happen purely by accident, but I do feel somewhat responsible for your situation, and I have to admit, learning just how potent my serum can be under the right circumstances has been very informative. I hope you'll keep in touch; let me know how everything goes with your job and getting your new figure to behave itself. Come here.”
A moment later Sadie threw her arms wide and swept me in close for a hug. Pushed apart by her own well-supported mammaries, my immense boobs bulged out alarmingly to either side of my body, my cleavage rising within a couple inches of my chin. Her body was warm and seemed to throb with scarcely-concealed energy, as Sadie drew me in closer and closer as my mind reeled and reckless desire surged within me. She must have been able to feel my heart racing, my breath growing shallow as the already overfilled sweater threatened to split its seams. And then, without warning, she darted in close and kissed me, just a chaste peck on the cheek. I nearly collapsed, or tore her clothes off, or stripped naked, pale and quivering and waited for her to ravish me, but a second later she was pulling away and I, miraculously, had maintained some strained semblance of self-control.
“You just let me know when you don't need that sweater anymore and I'll come pick it up,” Sadie said as she turned and opened the front door into the crisp twilight of the falling darkness, “You never know when I- someone else might need it again. You girls behave yourselves now, okay? Be safe!”
And so Elena and I found ourselves standing on the walk in front of Sadie's cozy house, blinking at the dim twilight.
“Okay, you've been having a lot of fucked-up dreams, Seph,” Elena said looking at me dazedly, “Was that just one of them?”
“Well,” I mused, “I'm wearing a sweater big enough to go camping in, I've got a bag with enough dried tea in it to choke a llama, and I kind of want someone to spread me out right now and fuck me until I pass out. So yeah, two out of three says that just really happened.”
“And if you don't want to find out just how much more your tits can take before they really do reach their limit, you're going to have to wait a little while for that last one,” Elena teased, “Come on, let's get you in back in the van. The library's open for another hour, right? Why don't you take my phone and see if Kylie is working tonight?”
An hour and fifteen minutes later we rolled up in front of the library. It was closed, the parking lot was nearly empty, and a warm light shone from a single window to the workroom. With Elena's help, I dragged my tits out of the back seat again, wobbled up to the front door, punched in the combination, and squeezed through. Kylie was at her desk when I walked in, still typing away, the edge of her keyboard tray pressing hard against her plump belly.
“Hey,” I said, wincing inside as she jumped at the sound of my voice, “Sorry- thanks for staying late so we could talk-”
“It's fine,” Kylie said, hurriedly closing a few tabs full of schedules and circulation reports, “I'm just glad you finally- Oh my gosh, Seph! What happened to you?”
“So, yeah, about that,” I said, trying to determine just how much of the truth she could handle, “Um, it turns out I've got this weird hormonal thing that developed about a week and a half ago and- um, do you mind if I grab a chair? Standing is a lot more work than it used to be for me.”
“No, no, please, make yourself comfortable,” Kylie said, motioning to the well-stuffed armchair across by her door, “It looks like, for once, you've got more to carry around than I do.”
“Oh, tell me about it,” I said as I collapsed back into the chair, its too-narrow arms awkwardly lifting my breasts nearly to my chin, while still letting them spill into my lap until I was worried I was about to expose my boss to more underboob than any decent woman should have, “Sorry, I'm not really at my most dignified right now, as you may have noticed, but yeah, short version: My body went haywire and my boobs got insanely huge, and I only just found someone who is probably going to be able to keep them from getting much bigger, but I'm still going to be insanely enormous for the rest of my life. If it helps, I've got a note.”
“I'm so sorry; I didn't know,” Kylie said, rolling her chair over and patting my hand, very carefully making sure she didn't accidentally pat anything else, “You must have felt so awful last week when I noticed you were already growing and said you looked good; I had no idea you were going through a serious medical thing like this. I wish you'd told me; I didn't mean to make you feel so self-conscious.”
“It's okay,” I chuckled, patting my vast bosom amenably, “At the time, I was pretty thrilled to have finally filled out some in front. It wasn't until I couldn't see my feet anymore that things started to get scary.”
“Well, if you're going to be okay now, that's the important thing,” Kylie said, looking relieved, “So, what can I do to help?”
“Alright, I'm about to ask you for a huge favor here,” I said, taking a deep breath, “and if the answer has to be no, I trust you and I understand. I want to keep working here, but I'm going to need a few accommodations made.”
“Of course; how could you even think I'd ever tell you no?” Kylie said brightly, “You just tell me what we have to do to keep you here and I'll take it all the way to the director myself if that's what it takes to make things work.”
“Well, I haven't had time to really think of everything,” I said, surprised at how well this was going so far, “But the main thing is that, doctor's orders, I need some time alone with a breast pump every four hours or so if I don't want to fill up with more milk than my body can handle, and, not to get too graphic or anything, but I'm putting out enough milk that pumping myself out can take an hour or more.”
“Done,” Kylie said eagerly, “That's already something we're required to allow employees. Granted, you're going to be doing it on a much larger scale than most of our nursing moms, but I don't think anyone is going to argue against your right to take all the time you need.”
“So, also, I'm still barely able to walk right now,” I told her, “My, uh, specialist told me that it is going to get easier, but I'm not sure I'm going to be up to stuff like storytime or helping people with the computers for a while, what with all the leaning over and everything.”
“That's just fine,” Kylie said, looking practically delighted, “They've been pushing me to get rid of the reference desk for months now, and I can just station you there until you feel up to roving a bit more. If admin gives me any grief, I'll just tell them you've threatened to sue us into oblivion and everything should just fall right into place. Anything else you're worried about?”
“Ah, you know,” I began, not quite sure how to say what was weighing heaviest on my mind, “There's still the proverbial- uh- elephants in the room here. I know people are going to stare at me now that I've got, like, half-ton boobs. What are you going to do if someone complains about me being indecent or something?”
“You just dress as professionally as you can, given the circumstances,” Kylie said with a twinkle in her eye, “And if anyone gives you a hard time you can just leave the rest to me.”
“Thanks, Kylie, you- you're the best boss ever,” I said, trying not to tear up as I felt a lump in my throat, “Sorry to be getting all emotional, it must be all the hormones I'm still getting used to; I promise I won't start crying at the drop of a hat when I'm at work.”
“Seph, don't mention it,” Kylie said encouragingly, heaving herself off her chair and, after a long moment of trying to find somewhere appropriate to give me an encouraging pat, working around to my side and going for my shoulder, “You're my best librarian (don't tell the others), I'll do anything I need to if it means keeping you on my team. Here, I can't imagine what you've been through this past week; I know you've got some leave saved up; why don't you take a few more days off to look after yourself, and come in next Monday? That'll give me time enough to make all the necessary arrangements to accommodate your new needs.”
“Thanks; I could use some downtime,” I agreed as I struggled to my feet again, trying not to knock my manager over with my tits, “Sorry; I'm still getting used to controlling where all of me is going. You know, normally I'd hug you for something like this, but I'm pretty sure that would be completely weird and awkward for both of us.”
“Don't worry about it,” Kylie said with a demure wave, “Come on; it's time I locked up for the night anyway; just let me get myself together here and I'll walk you back out.”
Five minutes later, I was back outside by Ell's minivan as she opened the door and helped me inside.
“So, everything go okay?” she asked, “You've still got a job?”
“Yeah,” I sighed as I arranged myself in the back seat once again, “I might need you to drive me into work and back for a while until I figure out how to cram my boobs behind the wheel again, but yeah, Kylie says I should take the rest of the week off, get some rest, find some clothes that actually fit me, and plan to come in next Monday bright and early.”
“That's good; though I'm not surprised she's cool with all this,” Elena said as she tried to suck in her belly enough to turn the steering wheel, “Come on, this has been a ridiculously long, weird, day. Let's get you home and into bed- by yourself, I mean- and you can get some rest.”
“That sounds good; I think I've had enough big adventures to hold me for a while” I said, realizing how utterly worn-out I was now that everything was finally under control, “Drive me home, Jeeves; I desire to be cozy.”
And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, not a single dream intruded on my sleep that night.

Latest revision as of 17:29, 6 December 2017

125th meeting of Noisebridge


A meeting was held, but no notes have apparently been made for it.