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Outgrowing the Arcology Ch. 01

By: Dilandau



Part 1: The Girls of District D 

Mike groggily walked out of the bathroom, applying shaving cream to his face as he made his way to the kitchen. The cream quickly eliminated this morning's stubble, leaving him completely clean-shaven without any effort on his part. He actually still preferred to use a razor, but according to Michelle "everyone who lives in an arcology uses shaving cream," and thus she didn't let him use his own shaving supplies whenever he spent the night at her place.

Unfortunately, all that spending the night entailed was sleeping on the sofa-bed in the living room. Mike and Michelle had been dating for a while, but so far the physical side of their relationship hadn't progressed beyond kissing. However, Mike was hopeful that this holding pattern would soon break.

Mike walked into the small kitchen, and ordered up some bacon and eggs with toast from the kitchen unit. While he waited for it to prepare his breakfast, he realized his throat was parched, and grabbed the glass of orange juice that was on the counter. Michelle had probably poured the glass for herself, but he could always get her a new one if she wanted.

When the kitchen unit announced his breakfast was ready, he took it and walked into the living room -- or what qualified as such in arcology housing on a student's budget. He hit the button on the side of the sofa-bed with the tip of his toe, and it neatly converted back into a sofa, after which he sat down.

"Good morning, sleepy-head," he heard Michelle call from behind him. She emerged from her bedroom wearing a loose fitting night-shirt, showing off her marvellous figure. Michelle was about one metre ninety, but her length didn't make her lanky in the slightest; in fact, she was still quite curvy. Her straight dark-brown hair hung down to just under her shoulder blades, and her eyes were a bright emerald green. Michelle's younger sister, Lucy, had confided in Mike that that was not Michelle's real eye colour; she had changed it because she felt her original hazel brown colour was too unremarkable amidst the scores of brown-eyed Japanese girls in the Tokyo Arcology.

With the top few buttons of her night-shirt left open, Mike was able to see the modest curve of her breasts, and even just a hint of nipple. They were only a mere B cup, but they did seem slightly fuller than two weeks ago. Two weeks ago; that was when Kimiko had made the proposal, and Mike still couldn't quite believe that Michelle had agreed to it. Not that he was complaining about it.

"Watch where your eyes are wandering," she said teasingly, but she made no effort to draw her shirt together. "There's no way it could be visible yet."

"I need to get good baseline data," Mike said with a lopsided grin on his face. "That way, we can confirm the changes logged in your biometric chip with visual inspection."

"Right, Professor," she replied. "Save the science for the lab, will you. Although... maybe a manual inspection would be warranted..." She began rubbing her breasts through the shirt, throwing her head back and moaning in an exaggerated fashion, leaving Mike to gape at her open-mouthed.

She stopped, and stuck out her tongue. "You are so easy to manipulate! That look on your face is priceless."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he said, shrugging as Michelle walked into the kitchen. He tried to appear nonchalant, but privately he was quite glad that the tray with his breakfast prevented Michelle from seeing what was going on beneath it.

After a few moments Michelle returned with her own breakfast, including a fresh glass of orange juice, quietly sitting down next to him on the couch. "Are you watching the weather report again?" she asked. "It's not as if we're going outside, you know."

"Force of habit," he said simply. Unlike Michelle, he hadn't grown up in the Tokyo Arcology, or any arcology for that matter. He was part of the ever-decreasing part of humanity that knew what it was like to see sky out the window.

"And speaking of habits," she said, gesturing at his breakfast tray. "Why are you still eating that crap? You're not in the English countryside anymore; this is Japan."

"Hey, there's no way I'm eating rice for breakfast! I need a good foundation to start the day. And besides, if you ate some bacon yourself once in a while, maybe you wouldn't need to go along with Kimiko's wild ideas," he said jokingly.

"Hah!" she exclaimed, jabbing a chopstick in his thigh. "If I ate like that, it'd all end up in my legs anyway. And we'd better hurry; you know how Professor Tamura gets when we're late to her class."



Outgrowing the Arcology Ch. 01



"Hey! Don't blame your insecurities on me," Rose said. "Besides which, these two" -- she cupped her breasts -- "have got nothing on the prof. She can make me feel inadequate!"

"Oh please; you're much better looking overall than Tamura."

"Jesus wept, girls!" Mike said, throwing up his hands. "You're both gorgeous, and about to be even more so. There're plenty of girls who'd kill to have either of your looks."

"Kimiko and Maaya aren't so bad either, actually," Rose added. "They just need to learn to emphasise what they have, rather than obsess about what they don't."

"That's true, but put yourselves in Kimiko's place," Mike said. "She's always felt self-conscious about her body, she's friends with two of the best-looking girls in Eurasia, and her professor has a chest that makes even them jealous. So when her rich aunt offers to buy breast augmentation formula for her and her friends, did you really think she'd pass that up?"





Outgrowing the Arcology Ch. 01



When they stood in the corridor in front of her door, Michelle keyed the biometric lock and turned around in the doorway.

"Do you want to come in for a cleansing solution?" she asked him.

"Ooh, anti-hangover chemicals! You are such a romantic," he joked as he followed her inside.

She threw her coat in his face in mock-offense. "Hey, it's Tuesday, and I've got other classes to attend in the morning. And I want to be sober when signing that contract with Tamura. I'm paying close attention to the fine print there; you never know with experimental drugs."

"I'm sure Tamura wouldn't throw us to the wolves; and besides, she's using it herself," he said as he dropped himself down on her couch while she went into the kitchen.

She emerged a moment later with two glasses of water with cleansing solution, putting them down on the small coffee table. She sat down next to him, and snuggled up.

"What's a girl to do?" she sighed after a few moments of silence.

He put her arm around her. "What do you mean?"

"I was always the curvy foreigner around here, growing up amongst the Japanese. But ever since Rose moved here from the Rio Arcology, it's like I don't exist anymore, you know what I mean? I rarely get a second glance once they notice her."

"Don't be ridiculous," Mike said. "You're absolutely gorgeous, and besides, I'm here, aren't I?"

"Yeah, and would you be interested in me if Rose wasn't a lesbian? It's annoying always being second choice."

"What!? No, that's not true! Wait... is that why you agreed with Kimiko to take the augmentation formula?"

"Well, it's part of it. It's no secret that you love big breasts; it's not as if you're particularly adept at hiding the way you look at Rose and Professor Tamura."

Mike gently put a hand on the side of her face, and looked directly into her eyes. "Look, Michelle, I won't deny that Rose is easy on the eyes... but that means nothing. And you don't need to change anything about you if you don't want to. I don't care about Rose; it's you that I love."

It was out before he realised it, and somewhat to his own surprise, he actually meant it.

Michelle looked into his eyes, and, seeing his sincerity, pressed her lips to his. It was a much more tender kiss than they had ever shared before. When they finally broke the kiss, Michelle looked down, avoiding his eyes. "Do you want to crash here tonight? It's a bit late to head all the way back to District A."

Mike was conflicted; he still desperately needed some private time, which he couldn't get here. On the other hand, after this conversation, he couldn't really say no.

"Yeah, I'd love to. Though I'm going to need a night's sleep in a real bed sometime soon; this sofa-bed is not the world's most comfortable," he added jocularly.

She still didn't meet his eyes. "Maybe... you wouldn't have to sleep on the couch."

His eyes widened; if she meant what he thought she meant he wouldn't need private time after all. "What are you saying?"

She stood up, and took his hands. Too stunned to offer any resistance, he let her lead him to her bedroom. The two glasses of cleansing solution stood forgotten on the coffee table.

Before they even reached the bed, they were kissing again, much more passionately this time. Their breath became feverish as their mutual need rose, and as they landed on the bed, Mike progressed from her mouth to her face, briefly licking her earlobe, and moving down her neck.

Michelle moaned eagerly at his caresses. She then gently separated herself from Mike, and made to pull her T-shirt over her head. "Sorry for making you wait; I like to be sure it's the right thing to do before I go too far with a guy," she said softly.

"Some things are worth waiting for," he said as she slowly revealed her beautiful flat belly, and then a lacy black bra.

He reached behind her, searching for the clasp, and failing. Michelle let him fumble for a few seconds before starting to giggle. "It opens at the front," she said.

Embarrassed, Mike withdrew from his futile attempt and pushed her down to the bed, resuming his attentions to her neck. Slowly his kisses progressed downward, in between the two mountains slowly rising and falling with her breath, and then further down, kissing her belly button, before returning to his true target. Finding the clasp in between the two cups effortlessly, he released her breasts from their fabric prison.

His heart skipped a beat as he paused to admire the sight. Mere centimetres from his face was the most perfect pair of breasts he had ever seen, without exaggeration. Sure, they could perhaps be a bit bigger -- and they would be, he realised excitedly -- but in shape, firmness and softness they were already unparalleled by anything he had previously experienced, especially up close and personal.

Mike grinned; undressing software definitely didn't hold a candle to the real thing. He kissed her soft skin in between the breasts again, and then began circling one, planting kisses on her as he went. Slowly he drew tighter and tighter circles until he reached the nipple. He flicked his tongue around the pink, rock-hard nub, eliciting an excited gasp from Michelle. Her breasts seemed to be quite sensitive, which was another tick-mark on Mike's checklist for the perfect pair. The only box that remained un-ticked was the entry for "gargantuan", but Mike was more than satisfied with the score achieved.

He paused his ministrations for a moment. "How big did you decide to go?"

She sat up, looking at him slyly. "Wouldn't you like to know," she said. "No, Kimiko was right; it'll be much more fun if you have to wait and see."

"I never knew you could be so devious," he said, kissing her again. "Devious and sexy; a lethal combination."

"Speaking of sexy," she said, pushing him down this time, "why am I the only one getting undressed?"

She jumped at him, and began pulling down his pants, while he removed his shirt. Mike didn't have a six pack or anything, but he was in good shape, nothing to be ashamed of. He just wished he was a little less pale; he used to have much more colour before moving to the arcology.

Michelle mewed excitedly as she admired his body, and then finally began to pull down his briefs. Mike shivered a little as her hands brushed his rock-hard member; after all the teasing he'd subjected himself to today, and now sitting across from his beautiful half-nude horny girlfriend, he couldn't remember ever being more erect.

"Very nice," Michelle purred. "A bit bigger than the undressing software predicted, even."

Mike raised an eyebrow at her.

"Oh, what? As if you don't use it. Everyone does."

He just grinned back at her silently. In truth, the thought that Michelle had been using undressing software to fantasise about him in the nude turned him on even further, if that were possible.

She lightly caressed his balls, and kissed the tip of his hard cock, before lowering her mouth over it. Mike leaned back to enjoy the blowjob, but Michelle stopped and pushed him flat on his back.

"Oh, no you don't," she said. "You can make yourself useful."

She pulled down her pants and panties, and lifted one of her legs over his face, presenting him with a neatly trimmed bush above a dripping wet pussy.

Mike groaned as Michelle returned her attention to his cock, enjoying the sensual weight of her breasts against his stomach, before turning to his own duties. He was a bit out of practice, but he made up for it in eagerness. He slipped a finger into her slit while attacking her clit with his tongue. From her reaction, it seemed he wasn't doing too badly.

Unfortunately, Mike had gotten so worked up over the course of the day that he blew his load in her mouth before too long. The orgasm was more intense than any he recalled in recent history, and he had to stop attending to her pussy for a moment to recover.

She got off him, while her fingers still idly played with his deflating organ. "You'd better not be done for the night," she said.

"Don't you believe it for a second," he said eagerly. "This is only the beginning!"

He tackled her back onto the bed, and resumed kissing and sucking on those magnificent breasts, being much rougher this time, while his left hand tended to her pussy, eliciting more loud moans from Michelle. By the time his erection had returned to full strength, her entire body was flushed with sweat.

He repositioned himself above him, and held his cock up in front of her waiting opening.

"Do it," she said, in such a sexy tone of voice that no warm blooded male would be able to refuse.

He slowly inched his member into her tight, hot pussy. When nearly all the way in, he withdrew again, and then moved forward again, faster this time. He increased his speed steadily, until he hit a steady rhythm.

It wasn't long before Michelle exploded in her own orgasm, pleasure rocking her entire body. He didn't slow down, but kept riding her through the whole thing, until the contractions of her vaginal walls sent him over the edge for the second time as well.

He collapsed on top of her, and the two took a moment to recover. But when he wanted to start kissing her again, she got up out of the bed.

"No, enough," she said. "As much as I'd like to, I do have class in the morning."

"But I'm up one orgasm," he said slyly. "That's not exactly fair to you, now is it?"

"Oh, you'll have plenty of chances in the future to make it up to me," she said, giving him a sexy smile, and went into the bathroom to clean up and go to bed.

Later, while the two of them lay spooned against each other in the dark, enjoying the afterglow, a new message arrived in Mike's social stream from Kimiko, asking him once again if he and Michelle had had sex yet. He didn't reply.



Outgrowing the Arcology Ch. 02



Part 2: Combined effect 

Two weeks had passed since Mike, Michelle, Rose, Kimiko and Maaya had first started taking the rejuvenation formula. This, Mike knew, meant it was two weeks and two days since he and Michelle first had sex. The memory was burned in his mind -- not least of which because he had also confessed he loved her on that day -- but what he would never have guessed at the time is that with that one small trickle he ended up opening the floodgates.

Simply put, after Michelle had made him wait for nearly three months since they started dating, it now seemed there was no end to her desires. He didn't know if she was normally this randy, or if it was the increased libido that the experimental rejuvenation formula was supposed to cause, or the extra hormones from the breast augmentation formula that she was also taking -- or maybe a combination of all three -- but Mike could barely keep up with her. Not that he was complaining, mind you.

It was early morning after another sex-filled night, and Mike and Michelle were getting ready to go to university. Mike sat on the edge of Michelle's bed while she was in the bathroom, and he carefully examined his cock and balls. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but his penis seemed just a bit larger than before. He thought that perhaps their frequent sexual encounters were the reason that his equipment felt a bit sore and swollen; he couldn't recall that it had ever gotten this much exercise before.

But who had ever heard of someone's dick growing bigger just from having sex? Maybe it was an unintended side-effect of the formula. He made a mental note to ask the doctors this afternoon during the weekly check-up which they were required to undergo as test subjects for Professor Tamura and Madihi Labs.

But if the rejuvenation formula was the cause, it was definitely not something that was supposed to happen. No changes in appearance, that is what Tamura had guaranteed, except for maybe becoming a bit fitter. The formula wouldn't even really rejuvenate them; all it could do in its current experimental state was give them increased strength and stamina, improved senses, a more efficient metabolism, and a few other minor effects. It was very impressive of course, but actually being able to attain eternal youth was still a good way off, according to some of the scientists they had talked to.

So far, none of those effects were really apparent yet. Mike definitely hoped the increased stamina would kick in soon at least; he needed all the help he could get to cope with Michelle's never-ending sex drive.

As he got up and pulled on his briefs, Michelle walked through the bathroom door into the bedroom of her small apartment in the Tokyo Arcology. She had just taken a shower and was brushing her still slightly damp long dark-brown hair. She had a fluffy white towel wrapped around her gorgeous body, which was just short enough to make Mike compulsively glance at its bottom edge in the hopes of getting a glimpse of the promised land that lay beneath; he had to admit that Michelle wasn't the only one with an unusually high sexual appetite as of late.

"Morning, sweetie," she said. "Did you sleep well?"

"Are you kidding?" he laughed. "I've been completely knocked out every night for the past two weeks, thanks to you."

She kissed him on the cheek playfully. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"As it was intended." He put a hand on the side of her face and kissed her tenderly. Then, his fingers traced down her neck, past her collarbone, and continued down to the valley between her breasts.

"I checked my biometric chip data again just now," she said, noticing his interest. "I'm officially a C cup!"

Mike studied the outline of her breasts through the towel. They were marvellously full, and the amount of cleavage displayed above the towel was definitely larger than before. Yet they still felt completely natural, as soft and firm as before, and judging from her reactions during their frequent love-making sessions, hadn't reduced in sensitivity either; rather the opposite. It was already an impressive result, and they weren't done yet, though Michelle still refused to tell him what final size she had selected, preferring to keep him guessing.

Mike thought to himself that he should probably send a thank-you note to Kimiko's aunt. As Kimiko had explained it to him, her rich aunt -- who had some kind of business relation to a company that produced the augmentation formula -- knew of Kimiko's self-image issues and had offered to supply her with the expensive formula not just for herself, but for her friends as well. As a result, all the "Girls of District D" -- the nickname that Kimiko had given to their little group -- were now slowly increasing their bust, much to Mike's delight.

Mike thought that it must be nice to be rich enough that you can decide to do something like that on a whim, like giving expensive gifts to your niece. As it was, he desperately needed the money they were getting for testing the rejuvenation formula to keep up with his rent and other regular costs; neither living in the Tokyo Arcology nor attending the Tokyo Arcology International University was exactly cheap.

As a result of Kimiko's aunt's generosity, Mike was now living out one of his greatest fantasies and fetishes, and he had found that even with the marvel of undressing software being able to nearly perfectly simulate breast expansion, it was not even remotely close to a substitute for the real thing.

He looked lovingly at his girlfriend's improved bust. She had already had a great figure, and the little bit of extra weight on top certainly didn't do any harm. He softly rubbed her breasts through the towel, his fingers tweaking her sensitive nipples through the fabric. By now he had more than enough experience to not have to see them to find them.

Michelle moaned softly in response. "Don't. We don't have time, and they've been feeling a bit weird all morning."

Mike stopped immediately, and frowned. "Weird? How exactly?"

Despite Professor Tamura's assurances that taking rejuvenation formula and augmentation formula at the same time was perfectly safe, it was still a bit of an unknown given the experimental nature of the former. Mike knew enough about how genetic restructuring worked to know that they probably wouldn't interfere, but still, you never knew.

"Just... tingly, I guess," Michelle answered. "Like when your leg has fallen asleep, but a bit subtler and a lot more pleasurable."

"Do you want to call a doctor?" he asked, sounding concerned.

She shrugged, and gently massaged the top of her breasts. "Nah, I can survive until the check-up this afternoon. Besides, it's probably just because you've been abusing them so much," she said, winking.

"I didn't hear you complain last night," he said wryly. "But you're right, we shouldn't assume that... Jesus wept!" he exclaimed as he noticed an unexpected movement beneath the towel.

Michelle withdrew her hands, and looked down at her chest, where Mike was staring. It was only slight, but to Mike's expert eye it was unmistakable. He had played out similar virtual scenarios using his retinal implements often enough to recognize the real thing: her breasts were growing slowly, just barely fast enough to be noticeable.

"Mike, what's..." she began, but her words were interrupted by a moan, and she suddenly felt unsteady. She quickly put a hand against the wall to prevent herself from collapsing.

Whether it was her sudden movement or the growth itself, Mike couldn't tell, but the knot in the towel came loose, and it fluttered down to the floor, revealing her magnificent body in all its naked glory. There didn't seem to be anything strange about her breasts, except for the almost imperceptible growth. Her pretty pink nipples were puffed up, and very hard.

Mike just stared slack-jawed at her rising chest, barely able to believe what he was seeing. His briefs became uncomfortably constrictive as his dick became erect as a result of the incredibly erotic sight.

Michelle got goose-bumps over her whole body, and with a final loud moan, collapsed to her knees. Then, it was over; the whole thing had lasted maybe twenty seconds, but it felt like a lifetime to the two of them.

After recovering her senses, Michelle got up from the floor, and sat on the bed. She carefully probed her breasts with her hands, but couldn't find anything wrong. They felt and appeared perfectly fine, except at least a cup size larger than they were a minute before. They hung proud and firm from her chest, noticeably heavier.

"Are you alright? Is that normal?" Mike asked with a note of panic in his voice. Now that the excitement of seeing real breasts grow had passed, concern for his girlfriend had taken its place.

"Yes, and, I don't know," she replied breathlessly. "There doesn't seem to be anything wrong, and the tingly feeling is gone."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. And, Mike," she turned to look at him, blushing. "It felt good, really good. I nearly came." Then her face got even redder. "Imagine that had happened in the transport tube! I would never live it down."

"Well, I have to admit, it looked incredibly hot," Mike replied with a lecherous grin. "But you're definitely telling the doctors about this at the check-up today. And we're both skipping the formulas this morning."

------

By the time that Mike was on his way to class, concern had been replaced with excitement again. Other than the strange episode, Michelle did seem to be perfectly fine, and Mike just couldn't get the sight of her expanding breasts out of his mind. He cursed himself for not having recorded the expansion with his implants; such an event was likely to be once in a lifetime.

He had already done some comparisons with the help of his undressing software. Michelle was now pretty much the same size that Rose had been originally, although the tall Brazilian had grown at least as much as Michelle in the past two weeks. Mike once again wondered how big Rose intended to go, and couldn't keep himself from imagining her with breasts as big as Sayoko Tamura's.

Since the only class that the five friends actually all shared together was Professor Tamura's class on genetic restructuring, which was on Tuesdays, Mike didn't meet with Michelle again until lunch. He had agreed to meet up with her and their friends in the cafeteria of the biology department.

Since Mike was a bit early, he decided to check the news, which he hadn't done yet that day. He called up ECNN's feed on his retinal implants, and his view of the real world was overlaid with the image of their busty Irish anchor.

"This is ECNN on-demand, I'm Mary O'Shea, and welcome to the news," she began as always. Mike smiled as he saw that she had left a couple of buttons undone at the top of her blouse; he loved it when she did that.

"Our top story today is the unexpected announcement from China that they intend to genetically alter all new-born girls to be infertile. These girls would need to gain state approval to undo the defect with genetic restructuring in later life, making sure that the country's strict birth policies can no longer be circumvented. In response, the Eurasian Union has threatened to apply sanctions against China and even said they would revoke the country's membership if necessary, as these measures would be against the international restrictions on genetic engineering."

The image changed to show Aaron Ekelund, the current head of the Eurasian Parliament.

"It is simply not acceptable for China, or any member state, to break international law," he said. "We understand that the population problem in China is even bigger than in many other places, but taking away personal freedom simply isn't the answer. This measure would go against human rights guaranteed by EAU laws, which China agreed to adhere to when they joined fifty years ago."

Mike interrupted the program as he saw Michelle and Rose approach the table, and waved at them. "Hey there," he called. "How was class this morning?"

"Pretty interesting," Michelle said. Rose simply shrugged and sat down.

"And how about... you know? No further troubles?" he asked in a hushed voice.

Rose looked up from her lunch, surprised. "Why, did something happen?"

"No, it's nothing," Michelle said hurriedly. "And I've been fine, Mike. Thanks for asking though."

Rose raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the matter as Michelle obviously didn't want to talk about it.

"Konnichi-wa, Double-Ds!" Kimiko shouted across the cafeteria, causing Mike to groan. She jumped her way in between the tables to join them, followed in a much calmer fashion by Maaya.

Kimiko gave Mike a quick look-over. "That's the same shirt again, Mike! Don't tell me you stayed with Michelle again last night? The two of you should just move in with each other already!"

Mike laughed. "Don't exaggerate, Kimiko. I'm not there that often."

"I don't know," Michelle joked. "It would save money... and we could get a bigger bed."

"Hah!" Kimiko yelled excitedly, pointing at Michelle. "So you two are sleeping together! I knew it, I knew it!"

Mike tried to hide his face behind his hands. "And now so does the rest of the university. Thanks a lot, Kimiko."

As Kimiko and Maaya sat down, Rose frowned at the shorter girl. "Maaya, are you wearing heels or platforms or something?" she asked.

Maaya looked confused. "No... why would I wear heels to university? You know I don't like walking on those things. Why do you ask?"

"Probably nothing," Rose said. "Just my imagination."

"Anyway, that's not what's important right now," Kimiko said before Maaya could find out what Rose meant, removing something from her bag and putting it on the table. "Do you know what this is?"

"It's a bra," Rose said, pointing out the obvious.

"It's one of my padded bras! I don't need it anymore; I'm now a full, natural A cup! I'm thinking of burning it ritually to celebrate."

She thrust her chest out proudly. Much to Kimiko's disappointment, she had been the slowest to start developing since they had begun taking the augmentation formula. She wanted to be bigger so badly, but even Maaya was growing faster; the half-Japanese, half-Chinese girl had already nearly reached Michelle's original size, which Mike had to admit looked spectacular on her small frame.

"And how about you guys?" Kimiko asked. "Any progress, Maaya?"

The diminutive girl pulled her shirt tight across her chest, showing the outline of her now respectable breasts. "I had to buy new bras yesterday, none of my old ones fit right anymore," she said softly. "But I've still got a little way to go... I don't want to spend too much on intermediate sizes."

"Wow, you're really coming along aren't you?" Michelle said. "It looks great, right Mike?"

Mike could only nod silently. Still some way to go, she said? For a tiny girl like her, she was going to end up proportionally huge.

"How about you, Rose?" Kimiko continued. "Well, I don't really need to ask, do I?"

She was right; Rose's breasts were nearly the size of grapefruits now and there was no way she could hide them under that tight sleeveless top. Nor was she trying, really; with the shirt's low cut, an impressive amount of cleavage was on display.   "Coming along nicely," she said. "It shouldn't be too long before I reach my target."

Mike couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment; with Rose's tall and voluptuous figure, she was the only one in their group who could've gone for really huge and pulled it off without looking out of proportion. But it seemed she wouldn't even reach Professor Tamura's size if, as she said, she was nearly done.

"The only thing that's driving me nuts is this damn horniness," Rose sighed. "I don't know which of the formulas is responsible, but it's really distracting."

"How to you think I feel," Mike joked, "surrounded by four growing girls like you? It's every hot-blooded male's fantasy."

"Hello? Lesbian, remember?" Rose pointed out. "And at least you have an outlet for your frustrations" -- she gestured towards Michelle -- "whereas I'm consigned to manual labour."

Yeah, and talk like this really makes things easier, Mike thought sarcastically, though he didn't say it. It was simultaneously great and hugely frustrating that the girls would include him whenever they discussed topics of sexuality. But Rose did have a point; if she was as much of a tit-girl as Mike suspected, the growth of the other girls would excite her just as much as it did Mike.

"Okay, and rounding out the pack, pun intended, Michelle?" Kimiko asked. "Any changes?"

Michelle looked away, embarrassed. "Not much to report," she said. "Same as before." She had deliberately worn a baggy shirt that morning so the results of what had happened weren't obvious.

"That's no fun!" Kimiko said. "We want to see!" And before Michelle could stop her, Kimiko lurched across the table and made a grab for Michelle's tits.

As her hands made contact, Kimiko's eyes grew wide. "What the hell? These are huge! You didn't have those yesterday."

With the secret revealed, Michelle had no choice but to relay the story of what happened that morning, although Mike noticed that she left out some details like the near-orgasm.

"And afterwards they felt completely normal, except bigger," she finished. "I don't know what to make of it."

"That's so unfair," Kimiko said, slamming her hand on the table. "Why couldn't that have happened to me? It sounds so cool!"

"I don't know, Michelle," Rose said, sounding concerned. "It sounds serious. You definitely need to tell the doctors."

"Of course I will," Michelle said. "And speaking of which, I think we'd better go if we want to be on time."

------

The health centre was part of the Tokyo Arcology International University Hospital, and most students would be mainly familiar with it from the mandatory yearly health checks that the university imposed on all students and faculty members.

The health centre could also be used for cheap consultation if a student had any medical problems, but that didn't happen very often. In an age where everyone was genetically engineered to have a strong immune system and no birth defects, good health was the norm. The most likely reason for visiting the health centre was as a result of injury or other external afflictions, not disease. It was a testament to the health obsession of the Japanese that the TAIU still enforced yearly full medical checks; most people just monitored their biometric chip regularly and only sought medical help if it indicated anything wrong.

Unfortunately, these breakthroughs in medical science had been a large contributing factor to the planet's overpopulation. It's great that everyone gets to live a long and healthy life, but if you don't decrease the birth rate accordingly, the result is inevitably a massive population explosion. And ironically, instead of decreasing birth rates, the opposite had actually happened initially; thanks to the near total elimination of sexually transmitted diseases nobody worried about safe sex anymore, and while birth control pills had a virtually one hundred percent success rate you did need to remember to take them.

It was no surprise then that many countries, including Japan, had adopted laws to make birth control medication a mandatory part of both male and female diets starting from puberty unless they had explicitly decided to have a child. Some nations had even instituted policies that strongly discouraged anyone under a certain age -- usually between thirty and forty -- from having children. Additionally, starting from an early age children all around the world were indoctrinated by parents, teachers and PSAs to avoid pregnancy.




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Yet with all those measures accidents still happened and the innate drive for reproduction is a hard one to suppress. As a result, the earth's population was still growing, and it was therefore no surprise that some countries like China were considering taking even more drastic steps, even if those measures would be frowned upon by the international community. The opposition to the rejuvenation process being developed by the Madihi Fountain of Youth Labs stemmed from a similar source, since people were afraid that enabling even longer lifespans would only make a bad situation worse.

Although the health centre was hardly ever needed by regular students, since Mike and the girls were test subjects of an experimental drug they were asked to visit it for check-ups on a weekly basis, in addition to checking their biometric chip readings daily for any abnormalities. It was this check-up that they went to on Thursdays after lunch.

It was near the end of the check-up, and Michelle was sitting inside a medical scanner, waiting for it to complete its job. The device was a small, round chamber just barely big enough for a single person. She sat on the small stool in the middle wearing only her lacy green panties and one of those flimsy paper hospital gowns, watching as the blue light swept across her body, showing the scanning beam's progress.

When the beam switched off, she heard the voice of Doctor Omiya, one of the two medical specialists that performed the check-ups, through the scanner's speaker. "Please take off the gown, Miss Meyer, and stand up," he said in Japanese; since Michelle had grown up in Tokyo she spoke fluent Japanese and always used it unless Mike, Rose or any other foreigners were around.

Michelle did as the doctor said, and hung the paper gown on the designated hook on the wall of the scanner. She slipped off her panties and hung them up too, and stood spread-eagled in the centre, as she knew she was supposed to. Unconsciously, she glanced down at her exposed chest, which seemed so large now compared to just a week ago when she was in this machine last.

The stool she had been sitting on retracted into the floor, while simultaneously two foam panels emerged from the walls from in front and behind her. The panels closed around her, deforming to match her body shape. They encased her completely from the neck down in a tight, form-fitting mould.

Michelle shivered involuntarily as they touched her. The panels were covered with a gel to ensure proper contact, and it was kind of cold. She felt her nipples harden and goose-bumps form on her skin.

Why did she have to be so horny today? She squirmed at the pleasurable slippery and snug feeling as the material closed around her pussy and contacted her clit, and she felt herself get moist. It took a lot of restraint not to grind her pussy into the panel surface, but she knew she had to stay still for the final deep-scan that the sensors behind the foam would perform.

She imagined what the scanner had to be like for Mike, and chuckled inwardly as she imagined the shape of his hard cock moulding into the foam. However, thinking of Mike's dick didn't exactly help Michelle pull herself together; rather it only deepened the need she felt.

The pleasurable feeling rose as the electrostatic tickle of the deep-scan field passed through her body. But, just as soon as it had begun the feeling ended, and the foam panels retracted back into the wall. Michelle bit her lower lip in disappointment, and tried to compose herself. Letting the doctor and nurse see her arousal would be too embarrassing.

As the panels withdrew, Michelle could briefly see her own outline in them before they started to revert to their normal flat state. The deep depressions that her newly-enlarged breasts had made were especially eye-catching, and two small holes in the centre of each betrayed just how hard her nipples were.

She was left standing in the scanner, covered in the contact gel, all shiny and wet. She moved her hands over her hips, stomach and up to her breasts, enjoying the slippery feeling; she made a mental note to get some massage oils for Mike to play with. Then she remembered she was being watched and quickly returned her arms to her side.

As the final step of the procedure, the scanner sprayed her with a gentle mist. The mist crystalized the gel on contact, causing it to fall off of her as dust, leaving her completely dry except for the dampness between her legs. She quickly pulled her panties back on before the doctor could notice it, followed by the hospital gown.

The scanner opened up, and she walked back out into the examination room where Doctor Omiya and a nurse were waiting for her.

"Excellent, Miss Meyer," the doctor said. He was a surly looking man with short hair that was starting to turn grey around his temples. He had a pleasant enough bedside manner, but Michelle still didn't really like him. "All we need now is a blood sample; sit down here, please," he said, gesturing at another chair.

Michelle sat down and held out her arm while the nurse prepared the needle and cleaned a patch of skin. Michelle didn't know if she was imagining it, but it looked like the young nurse was giving Michelle's chest some envious glances.

The doctor seemed to have noticed it too. "I don't know about the rejuvenation formula," he joked as he sat down opposite her and prepared to take the sample, "but that breast augmentation formula seems to be working wonders for you. Don't you agree, Nurse Ogawa?"

Embarrassed, the nurse quickly averted her eyes, and silently gave the doctor the needle.

"Actually, Doctor," Michelle began as he punctured the artery in her arm. "I've been meaning to ask you about that. This morning, I had a little incident..."

------

Not long after, the five friends walked out of the health centre, having each completed their individual check-ups.

"So, what did Omiya say?" Mike asked Michelle. He was understandably anxious to know if she was alright.

"He said it was nothing to be worried about," Michelle replied, looking relieved. "It was probably a hormonal release that triggered the formula due to the, um, recent change in my sex life."

Kimiko let out a barely repressed snigger, while Rose merely rolled her eyes, and Maaya looked embarrassed on Michelle's behalf.

"Apparently," Michelle continued, "that kind of thing can happen when you're using breast augmentation. He said he'll double check it, but he didn't seem concerned."

"That's good to hear," Mike sighed. "They told me something similar."

Michelle looked confused. "Wait, did you ask them about what happened to me as well?"

"Actually, no..." he replied, and glanced at the others. "It was something different. I'll tell you about it later."

"Well, I for one am glad it wasn't anything bad," Rose said. "For our own sakes as well as Michelle's, because if something bad was happening to her, it could also happen to us."

"Which means I need to find someone to have sex with so my tits will grow too," Kimiko said, punching a fist into the air in determination.

"Wh...what are you saying?" Maaya said, looking even more embarrassed.

"Geez, lighten up everybody," Kimiko said, frowning as she saw the shocked looks the others gave her. "I'm joking! Anyway, let's go, I have another class this afternoon."

"And I am free to live a life of leisure," Mike said, putting his hands behind his head. "I'll probably just check out some vids on the net."

Michelle frowned. "Didn't your professor say you should start seriously thinking about thesis topics?"

"I don't feel like it now," he shrugged. "I can do it later." Truth be told, he desperately wanted an opportunity to relieve himself; now that he knew the swelling in his genitals wasn't a problem, he had a pressing urge that needed attending. It was too bad Michelle didn't have the afternoon off too.

Michelle just shook her head at his display of laziness. "Well, don't come crying to me about your workload in a few months," she said, only half-joking.

As they split up, Rose suddenly spoke up. "Oh, I almost forgot," she said. "I wanted to watch a movie later tonight. Anyone want to join?"

"What movie?" Maaya asked.

"Not another boring one from the stone age, is it?" Kimiko added.

"Actually, it's Eye for Danger. It's a thriller from the mid-21st century. I think you'd like it."

Kimiko pulled a face. "I don't think so. Besides, I'm going swimming tonight."

"And I'm hitting the gym," Mike said. "Sorry, Rose. I wouldn't mind seeing it, but not tonight."

"I can't make it either," Michelle said, looking genuinely sorry. "I have a paper to finish. Maybe some other time?"

"Just great," Rose sighed. "I guess I'll watch it alone."

"I'll join you," Maaya said unexpectedly; as far as Mike knew, Maaya and Rose never hung out together without the others. Rose was Michelle's friend, and Maaya was Kimiko's, and they rarely interacted when it wasn't all four of them.

"That's great," Rose said, a bit surprised as well. "Let's say we'll meet at eight, then?"

------

A few hours later, after the results of the check-ups had been processed, a virtual meeting was underway between Doctor Bassir, head of the rejuvenation program at Madihi Labs in Casablanca and Professor Tamura. Also joining them were Doctor Omiya and his colleague from the health centre, Doctor Tanaka, who were charged with performing the check-ups.

The virtual meeting was being conducted using their retinal implants, allowing all four of them to perceive the meeting as if it was taking place with all of them in the same, white, featureless room. In fact, the two medical doctors were at the health centre, Professor Tamura was in her office, and Doctor Bassir was in Casablanca.

The meeting had been underway for some time, and as it progressed, it quickly turned from a discussion to an argument.

"I think we should tell them about the combined effect," Tamura implored. Her virtual image had stood up and was leaning on the table, which had the side-effect of putting her large breasts prominently on display. "I was the one who told them it was safe to use both formulas at the same time; I'd feel responsible if anything more serious happens."

"What exactly do you think we should tell them?" Doctor Bassir asked in his heavy accent. "Miss Meyer's experience may have been unexpected, but it is not unheard of for people to have strong reactions to breast augmentation formula. At this point we cannot rule out ordinary causes such as increased hormonal activity; we don't know if the rejuvenation formula is responsible."

"But we don't know that it isn't, either," Tamura said. "Wouldn't it be best to err on the side of caution and take them off the formulas for now?"

"And then there's that other girl, Maaya Chung," Doctor Omiya said, leaning back in his chair. "According to the data from the scan she is almost four centimetres taller than she was last week."

"Not even regular height augmentation formula can work that fast," Doctor Tanaka added. "And I can't even theorise how either of the formulas could cause something like that."

"Have you considered the possibility that she is taking height augmentation without our knowledge?" Bassir asked.

"Of course, but we double-checked the blood work and found no evidence to support that theory," Tanaka answered. "The only restructuring enzymes we found were ours and those from the breast augmentation. Besides, it's not like she could purchase something like that without it being listed on her medical file, unless she was obtaining it illegally."

"And why didn't you tell her what was happening?" asked a bewildered Tamura. "Surely they have a right to know what's going on with their own bodies."

"We wanted to tell her about the change," Omiya said. "However, since we couldn't even speculate on the cause we decided that we should consult with you first."

Bassir folded his hands together. "It's a good thing that you did; telling her while we don't understand what happened would serve only to incite panic in the subjects."

"I don't understand why she didn't notice it herself," Professor Tamura said. "We asked them to check their biometric chip every day."

"I sincerely doubt the girl was even looking at that number," Omiya said. "It's not something you expect to change, after all. For the same reason, bio-chip software also isn't programmed to alert the user of such a change, because nobody thought it could happen."

"I see," Tamura said. "But I still say we should take them off the formulas until we know more!"

"You are letting your personal feelings get the better of you, Professor," Bassir reprimanded her. "This is science, and we need experimental data to draw conclusions. If we want to further develop our formula we need to understand what is happening to the subjects, and for that we need them to continue ingesting both formulas as normal. This will also improve our chances of discovering what is happening to them and fix the problem. Besides, at this point there is no evidence that these effects pose a health risk to the subjects."

Tamura glared at him, but she did not contradict her former mentor.

"Personally, it's the boy that concerns me the most," Tanaka said. "It seems he experienced a slight tissue growth in his penis. And unlike the girls he isn't taking additional medication at all, as far as we're aware."

------

Night fell over the Tokyo Arcology. For most of its one hundred million inhabitants that was noticeable only by the change in hallway lighting levels and the images taken by cameras on the arcology's superstructure, shown by holographic screens that acted as fake windows.

An urban legend told of an arcology -- which one depended on who was telling the story -- which had, unknown to its inhabitants, increased the length of a day to twenty five hours. By using false images for the holographic screens they were supposedly able to keep everyone fooled for over a month.

Of course, the story was apocryphal; while rooms with real windows were at a premium they did still exist, and there were also people who went outside, and it would take only one person to notice and tell everyone else. Not to mention that anyone who contacted anyone on the outside or used the net -- so, basically everyone -- would immediately notice they were out of sync with the rest of the world.

For Mike, Thursday night meant going to the gym, something which he had done since coming to Tokyo. Back in England he'd preferred to go jogging outside, but jogging in the arcology hallways didn't appeal to him very much, not least of which because of the crowds which were omnipresent in an arcology, and any places where he could exercise outside were too far away.

Those masses of people were also his least favourite part of going to the gym. The place was nearly always full regardless of what time of day you went there, and you had to reserve time slots on pretty much all exercise equipment otherwise you'd never be able to use them. And while he did like ogling babes in tight spandex doing exercises, it didn't outweigh the disadvantages for him.

Fortunately, ever since he had gotten to know Rose, he had managed to solve that problem. One of Rose's ex-girlfriends, whom she was still friends with, was the daughter of the owner of a big gym. It turned out that Rose had managed to arrange for Kimiko to be able to use the gym's pool after closing hours on Thursday, the only day in the week the place closed early, at nine in the evening.

After some persuasion, Rose had asked her ex to let Mike use the gym at that time too, so he had switched from the TAIU gym -- which was free for students -- to that one. The owners did make him pay a membership fee, but the ability to exercise away from the crowds was more than worth it to him.

So every week he went to this gym, occasionally joined by Kimiko whenever she wanted to do some laps in the pool. They would head over there together and meet up again afterwards when going home; since Mike didn't use the pool he rarely saw Kimiko on the inside.

Mike had wondered whether it was useful at all to continue working out now that they had started taking the rejuvenation formula. If the results were even half of what he was expecting then there would be little point, but when he had brought this up with the scientists they had urged him not to stop; they believed it would be a good way to keep track of his improvements in addition to the scans. And truth be told, Mike had to admit that he was curious to see if his routine would get easier.

Today however it didn't seem likely that he would find out. Try as he might be simply could not concentrate on his exercises. The source of this distraction was between his legs; not only did the swelling make his shorts feel uncomfortable, but despite an extended wanking session this afternoon he was still feeling horny.

After an uncomfortable time spent crushing his balls against the saddle of a cycling machine he decided to give up, even though he wasn't even halfway through his normal workout. There was simply no way he was getting anything useful done under these circumstances.

What he really wanted to do was swing by Michelle's place and put their mutual growth to the test; between the swelling of his dick and her growth spurt from this morning he was sure they could have some awesome breast sex now, something which they had attempted previously during the last two weeks but she had not yet really been big enough for.

But unfortunately, he couldn't. He knew Michelle had to get that paper finished and if he showed up on her doorstep there was no way either of them was working. He didn't want to distract her, no matter how strong his own needs. So it seemed there was nothing for it; he would be jerking off again.

Wanting to tell Kimiko not to wait for him after she finished since he was leaving early, he walked into the gym's large swimming pool. To his surprise he found the lights in the room slightly dimmed. The large holographic fake window covering the far wall wasn't much help either, since it was night and thick curtains of rain were pouring down from the sky. Only the occasional flash of lightning showed the room in a stark contrast.

"Kimiko?" he called as he walked towards the pool. "Are you in here?"

He wondered if perhaps she had gone home early too, though if she had he didn't know why she wouldn't have at least sent him a message. However, he noticed that the surface of the Olympic-sized swimming pool was not quite still. Someone had been in there recently, so maybe she had just gone to the lavatory or something? He called her name again.

He walked along the edge of the water when he suddenly saw some movement from the corner of his eyes. He turned around and as if on cue a flash of lightning illuminated Kimiko's silhouette. She was standing silently near the entrance of the changing rooms with a strange, almost predatory look on her face.

Despite the strangeness of the situation Mike couldn't help but admire Kimiko's figure as she stood there in her navy-blue one-piece swimsuit, dripping wet. Kimiko may not have had much of a chest before, but she had always been very fit and had killer legs. Even her black hair, tied back in a ponytail, looked alluring, soaking wet as it was.

Several years ago, Kimiko had been a very promising up-and-coming swimmer and had very nearly made the Japanese Olympic swimming team. Though she had eventually chosen her education over an athletic career and didn't swim competitively anymore, she still had the lean and trim body of a professional athlete, while managing to have enough curves to not look boyish.

Now, with the addition of even a small amount of boobs, she was turning into a real knockout. If, as Mike theorised, she really was going for that lofty goal of double Ds or -- Mike's heart skipped a beat as he thought it -- even larger, she would be the ultimate combination of slim and stacked.




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But that glint in her eyes meant nothing good; it could only mean mischief was in store. She began walking towards him, not saying a word, slowly and deliberately crossing her legs in front of each other with each step, swaying her hips.

Mike swallowed hard as he watched her approach. Surely she couldn't be thinking what he thought she was thinking? And if she was, would he be able to stop her? He couldn't deny the signals his nether regions were sending him at the sight of the cute Japanese girl bearing down on him. But Michelle... he could never betray her. His horniness felt like a cloud hanging over his mind, preventing him from thinking clearly.

Kimiko was now close enough that he could smell her need; or was he simply imaging that, wishing that it were so? She looked at him seductively, and put her hands on his chest.

"Kimiko, I don't..." he began, but then she caught him by surprise as she pushed him hard. Unceremoniously he fell backwards into the cool water of the pool.

Spluttering and splashing he resurfaced. "Jesus wept, Kimiko," he coughed. "What was that for?" But when he saw Kimiko doubled over with laughter on the side of the pool, he couldn't help but laugh himself as well.

"That was awesome," she said in between laughing fits. "I should've recorded that; the look on your face was priceless."

"Yeah, yeah, very funny," he said with feigned sarcasm as he climbed back out of the pool. "Damn, now my gym clothes are all wet." He began to pull off his soggy shirt, which was clinging uncomfortably to his body.

Kimiko wolf-whistled, and looked him over appreciatively. "Not bad, Mike. Those workouts must be doing something; Michelle's a lucky girl."

He walked up to her, feeling his arousal return. "Wait... was that your intention all along? To get me to take my shirt off?"

"Drat, you've uncovered my dastardly scheme," she laughed, a playful glint in her eye.

"You are quite the mastermind," he said, trying to keep her distracted as he made a grab for her arms in an attempt to return the favour and throw her in the pool this time. Unfortunately for him, she had anticipated that and side-stepped him. Her sudden movement made him spin around, disoriented, and despite his attempts to recover he lost his balance and landed on his back on the tile floor, fortunately not too hard.

He made to sit up, but before he could manage it Kimiko pushed him back and sat on his stomach. "Bad Mike," she said jauntily. "You shouldn't throw innocent girls into the pool."

"Innocent, my arse," Mike said, rolling his eyes. "Could you please get off me?"

But Kimiko didn't move. "You don't know how hard it's been on me," she pouted. "I've had a goddamn crush on you since you joined Tamura's class, but you only had eyes for Rose and Michelle. And I know why." She cupped her small new endowments. "Tits," she sighed. "I could never compete because they had them and I didn't. But that's going to change now."

Mike didn't really know what to make of this. He did know that Kimiko's sensual weight on top of him and his view of her lithe body from this angle was causing his own body to respond, whether he wanted to or not. "Look, Kimiko, Michelle and I are..."

"I know that," she interrupted him. "And I've accepted that, and I'm happy for you. I'm not the type to hold a grudge against one of my best friends because she got what I wanted. I got over it, and you're a good friend, and that's enough. But still... a girl has needs, you know. And ignoring them isn't always easy, some days more than others."

Mike was getting uncomfortably aware of the growing heat in his loins. He loved Michelle dearly, but having a cute girl confess she wants to do him was still incredibly hot, especially when she was sitting on top of him in nothing but a tight one-piece, holding her expanding chest.

Wait, that wasn't right. Her expanding chest? Mike's eyes grew wide as for the second time that day he was a direct witness to his greatest fantasy becoming reality. Slowly but surely, Kimiko's chest began to inflate inside her swimsuit.

Kimiko, still oblivious to her own situation, did become aware of some expansion Mike was doing on his own as his hard cock poked her in the back. She reached behind her and lightly stroked it through the wet fabric of his shorts. "Looks like I'm not the only one who has needs," she purred teasingly. Then, she let out a brief moan. "Damn, Tamura sure wasn't kidding with her claims of increased libido. I feel like I'm on fire."

Mike, remembering Michelle's growth episode, had his own suspicions about what was causing her heightened arousal. "Kimiko, your breasts are..." he managed to grunt. He needed to get her attention away from his dick; if she continued stroking it like that he wouldn't be responsible for his actions.

She stopped her ministrations and looked down. "Oh wow," she said, her eyes widening. "It's happening to me too! Oh god, yes!" She began rubbing her breasts through her tightening swimsuit. By now, they had reached a full B cup, two smooth bumps the size of small oranges underneath the blue fabric. "Is this what it felt like for Michelle? God, it's incredible."

A small voice in the back of his head was telling Mike that he had to get out of there before things got out of hand, but slight as she was, it was hard to move with Kimiko on top of him, and a much larger part of him -- the part that was ruled by his dick -- didn't want to ever take his eyes off of what was happening in front of him.

Then, unexpectedly, Kimiko leaned forward, grabbed Mike's wrists and put his hands on her breasts, while simultaneously she began grinding her ass against his crotch. It took Mike so completely by surprise that he didn't even resist.

"Feel them grow," Kimiko moaned. "Feel the breasts that I'm growing for you."

Mike couldn't stop himself; he began fondling her tits. They felt wonderfully soft, and were nearly the size Michelle had been before this morning's growth spurt, although it was hard to judge while they were constricted by the increasingly tight swimsuit. The growth created a strange sensation of shifting fabric beneath his palms, very slight but just enough to be noticeable.

Kimiko by now was lost in rapture. Her face was contorted in pure pleasure, and it wasn't surprising considering she had already been growing longer than Michelle had been. "Fuck this," she moaned in Japanese, her mind so far lost in the sensations that she couldn't manage to speak English anymore. "I can't hold out anymore."

She shifted her position -- causing him to lose his grasp on her breasts -- sitting on his legs so that she had Mike's raging erection in front of her, and pulled his shorts down. His dick jumped out of its prison, hitting Mike in the stomach before bouncing back up. Mike was too far gone himself to really register it, but it stood up just over twenty centimetres, definitely larger than when he had first noticed the swelling.

Kimiko rubbed one hand up and down Mike's shaft, and with the other pulled the crotch area of her swimsuit to the side, revealing a patch of black hair, a swollen labia and an erect clit. She raised herself slightly, positioning her cunt over his rock-hard dick.

"Kimiko, stop..." Mike managed to utter, somehow. "Michelle..."

"Isn't here," Kimiko finished for him, and continued stroking him with one hand as she hovered above him. "Tell me you truly don't want this, don't need this like I do, and I'll stop," she said. Fortunately, Mike's Japanese was good enough to get the gist of what she said.

Mike wasn't sure if she would really stop, though, no matter what he said. But it didn't matter; the battle between reason and desire had been fought in his mind, and his overwhelming horniness had caused desire to win. He knew he'd regret it later, but right now he simply couldn't stop anymore.

Taking his silence as approval, Kimiko lowered herself, and enveloped Mike in the hot, tight wetness of her insides. She moaned even louder as she continued her descent. The overpowering feelings from her expanding chest and Mike's large cock filling her up had her thundering through her first orgasm in no time at all, and she didn't show any signs of slowing down. Mike had no choice but to go along for the ride.

Also not slowing down were her breasts. Two grapefruits were now being compressed inside her swimsuit, the material getting stretched to capacity, and they weren't done yet. Mike was doing his utmost to keep his eyes open so he wouldn't miss one second of it.

Mike groaned as he felt Kimiko's pussy convulse in yet another orgasm. The sounds the Japanese girl was making had long since left any semblance of meaning behind; they were pure primeval moans and squeals as her mind was experiencing white-out from bliss overload. Her exclamations of pleasure in that sweet voice only served to further fuel his own arousal.

Mike noticed her swimsuit was reaching its limits as her breasts passed the size of cantaloupes. "Kimiko, your suit..." he managed to say, but she was too far gone to hear him.

But even she couldn't ignore the growing pain as the straps of her suit began to dig into her shoulders. The sturdy material of her professional swimsuit had reached its stretching limit, but it was too high quality to start tearing anytime soon, and it started to seriously constrict Kimiko's breathing.

Frantically, she managed to wriggle her fingers underneath the shoulder bands and succeeded in pulling them off. Relieved, she removed her arms from the holes and once again focused her attention to pumping up and down Mike's dick, her orgasms now so frequent that they appeared to blur together.

Her movements meant that the swimsuit, now no longer held up by anything, dropped down to her waist, revealing her still growing chest. The massive globes were larger than volleyballs, their true size only becoming apparent now that they were free of their prison.

Mike just couldn't believe it. He was used to a lot thanks to porn and undressing software, but this was different, this was real... and they were huge! As they continued beyond basketball size, Sayoko Tamura officially lost the title of the most-endowed Asian that Mike had ever met. They hung proud and firm on her chest, topped by large dark pink nipples, looking absolutely incredible on her slim body. They bounced heavily every time Kimiko came down on his cock, slapping against her stomach.

They were now easily big enough that he could effortlessly reach them from his position lying down, and he began kneading them roughly with his hands. He mashed the vast spheres of flesh together, pinching and pulling the nipples on occasion. They felt incredible to his touch, massive, wonderful, almost perfect.

Finally, the sight of her amazing chest and the sensations of her hot pussy milking his cock sent him over the edge, and he came like a freight train, pumping his sperm deep inside her, unsure whether the whiteness he was seeing was more lightning outside or just his brain shorting out.

With a final loud moan which echoed through the empty swimming pool, Kimiko herself experienced one last powerful orgasm brought on by Mike's groping of her tits and his hot stream inside her, and, finally spent, she collapsed onto Mike's chest has his slowly deflating cock slipped out of her. Mike held her gently, feeling the weight of her new boobs on his chest, unable to think, unable to do anything.

He stroked her wet hair, and glanced at her breasts, which appeared to have stopped just short of the watermelon mark. "Don't tell me that's the size you chose," he chuckled softly.

She shook her head. "No way," she whispered, exhausted. "This is much more than I planned. I've always dreamed of having them this big, though. It's incredible. And so were you; that was pleasure beyond anything I have ever felt in my life."

Then, slowly, inevitably, reality came back, and the realisation of what they had just done sunk in with both of them.

------

"That was pretty good," Maaya said as the credits rolled on Rose's big wall screen. Rose always insisted on using a screen, with regular 2D images, when watching old movies; in her view using holographic enhancements or retinal implants just spoiled the experience.

"I'm glad you liked it," Rose said. The tall Latino girl was lounging back on her couch wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and shorts that she had changed into after getting home, with her bare feet up on the table.

"I did," Maaya said. "It's not really a genre that I normally go for, but I definitely enjoyed watching it. And the music's amazing!"

Rose smiled. "That's why I think Kimiko would like this movie too; she loves old music."

"Yeah, but I'm not sure she'd like this style, though. Why do you care what she thinks of this stuff anyway?"

Rose shrugged. "It's just annoying that she's dismissing them without even trying to watch one. But at this point, I don't know if there's anything she'd actually agree to see. I mean, what else could I try? Labyrinth or something? That's just too cheesy."

"I think I've seen that one, actually," Maaya laughed. "Yeah, it's cheesy, but it does have its attractions, although that probably doesn't apply to you."

"Oh god, David Bowie's balls," Rose groaned. "I really don't see how anyone can like a guy's thing. There's just nothing appealing about it."

"I'm sure many girls wouldn't understand why you find another girl's vagina attractive," Maaya countered.

"I guess," Rose shrugged. She got up, and collected their glasses from the table. "Want another drink?"

"Just some water, thanks," Maaya replied. She watched Rose walk into the kitchen and admired her tall, curvaceous form from behind. Maaya wasn't a lesbian, but she would describe herself as bisexual, and Rose's magnificent body would make even the most conservative straight girl question herself. Rose just effortlessly oozed sexuality no matter what she did. It was more than simple envy or admiration that Maaya felt for her friend, though she'd never dared to admit it even to herself.

When the movie finished, the screen reverted to showing the contents of Rose's extensive library. With Rose in the kitchen, Maaya began to randomly flick through it, looking for titles that looked interesting or familiar.

"Wow, you have a lot of old movies," Maaya called to Rose. "I've not seen most of these, though I've heard of a few." She continued browsing the library which consisted mostly of 20th and 21st century titles, stopping occasionally to read the description of an interesting looking movie, until one of the movie posters caught her eye. "What's this one? Attack of the 50 F.T. woman? What does that even mean?"

Rose came back with the drinks, her -- apparently braless -- expanded breasts jostling around under her shirt as she walked. "It's pronounced 'feet'," she said.

Maaya looked back at the film poster shown on screen, confused. "But she only has two feet; she's just very big."

Rose laughed as she sat down again. "It's an old measurement unit, silly. It's the imperial system; don't you know your history? One foot is thirty centimetres, so fifty feet is about fifteen metres."

"Right," Maaya said. "I remember that. Weren't metres invented yet when this movie was made?"

"Of course they were. Metric's been around for centuries before then, but the USA -- where this movie was made -- didn't switch to it fully until the early 22nd century. They still used inches, feet, yards, miles and whatever before that."

"Why didn't they switch before? Isn't metric much easier?"

"Beats me," Rose shrugged. "I guess it depends on what you're used to."

"I suppose", Maaya said. She sipped her water, and smacked her lips. "I've got really dry lips; you wouldn't happen to have any lip balm or something?"

"Oh, sure," Rose said. "It's on the bedside table in the bedroom. Do you want me to get it for you?"

"Nah, I'll find it." She got up and walked into Rose's bedroom.

After a few moments, Rose heard an exclamation coming from her room. "Oh wow, Rose! This is amazing!" Maaya shouted.

"What is?" Rose asked. Not knowing what her friend was talking about, she got up and hurried into the room. Inside, she found Maaya spread out on her bed, grinning broadly.

"Your bed," the short girl said. "It's huge!"

Rose laughed, and sat down on the side of the bed. "That's what's amazing? You made me think something strange was happening or something."

"How long is this thing?" Maaya asked unabated. "I can't reach both ends simultaneously even if I stretch my arms above my head."

"It's two metres thirty," Rose said. "I like having plenty of space."

"God, I could get lost in here. It must be great being that tall."

"Not that great. I mean, I have to go out of my way to find clothes that fit, I have to duck for doorways and low ceilings, and a bed this size isn't cheap either."

"I'd love to be taller though," Maaya said softly. "There's no way being two metres ten like you is worse than my own puny one forty-five. If I could afford it, I'd get height augmentation in a heartbeat."

"It does have its advantages," Rose agreed. "No one tries to intimidate me, I don't get squeezed into a corner if it's crowded in the transport tubes, and I can keep annoying boys that don't get the hint that I'm not interested away easily."

"You're just so lucky," Maaya sighed. "You've got everything. You're tall, absolutely gorgeous, strong and smart... unlike me."

Rose gave Maaya a surprised look. "Three out of four isn't bad either, Maaya."

"I'm not strong, or gorgeous," Maaya said in an almost inaudible whisper.

"Yes you are," Rose said forcefully. "You just need a bit more confidence. And honestly, I think that's been improving, perhaps thanks to the formulas. You're carrying yourself more proudly lately; for example, I wouldn't have expected you to agree to see the movie without Kimiko before."

Maaya didn't seem convinced. "If you say so."

"I'm not kidding," Rose said. "I even thought you looked a bit taller during lunch today, which is probably just because you're not acting so shy."

"Taller? I wish! I've been the same size since I was sixteen," she said, sounding a bit bitter.

"At least some parts of you are growing again," Rose reached towards Maaya, who was still lying down, and tried to cup a breast, but she pulled back from the touch.

Rose quickly withdrew her hand. "I'm sorry," she said. "That was too forward; I shouldn't have..."

"No, it's okay," Maaya said, blushing furiously. "They've just been a bit sensitive lately, but you can touch them if you want."

Rose reached out again and gently caressed the soft hill atop Maaya's chest through the fabric of her lilac blouse, taking it slowly so she wouldn't scare her off.

Maaya squirmed involuntarily. She didn't know if Rose was just being playful or had more in mind, and she didn't really know which of those she wanted to be true, either. She gasped as shivers ran through her entire body, accompanied by a pleasant tingle.

"I know what you mean about the sensitivity," Rose said. "I really should've worn a bra under this; my nipples keep brushing against the shirt and it's driving me nuts."

"Then take it off," Maaya said suddenly, turning red, scarcely believing what she was saying. She felt unusually bold and frisky tonight.

"What?" Rose asked, surprised.

"I'd like to see your big boobs," Maaya whispered, surprised by her own courage.

Rose simply shrugged, and pulled the t-shirt over her head. Her grapefruit-sized breasts hung heavily on her chest, sagging just a little. They were topped by large, dark areola and nipples, which clearly betrayed Rose's excitement.

Then, to Maaya's surprise, Rose stood up and pulled off her shorts too, revealing wide hips and a clean-shaven pussy. Now completely nude, she posed seductively, hands on her hips. "Well, what do you think?"




Outgrowing the Arcology Ch. 02



"Oh wow..." Maaya said softly. She sat up as Rose sat down on the bed again, and reached out to touch the Brazilian's breasts. Her hand looked so tiny compared to that perfect pair; they were a perfect complement to Rose's narrow waist, flat stomach and wide hips. In Maaya's eyes, she was a veritable dark-skinned goddess, unattainable, untouchable... until now. Maaya had never realized before how much she wanted this.

She moved her small hand over the slope of Rose's vast breasts, lightly brushing the nipples, so this time it was Rose's turn to shiver with pleasure. Then she put her hand under one of them and lifted it up, marvelling at the weight. She nearly regretted not picking a larger final size for the formula. She'd only gone for a C cup; no matter what Kimiko said, Maaya just didn't think she could pull off a larger size on her small body. She vehemently wished she were taller so she could have a chest like Rose's.

"Tell me, Maaya," Rose said with a playful look in her eyes. "Have you ever been with a girl before?"

"Twice," Maaya said, not meeting Rose's eyes. "But that was a few years ago. And neither of them was nearly as beautiful as you."

"Then it's time you got a refresher," Rose said simply as she pushed Maaya back on the bed.

Suddenly, Maaya's world was obscured by dark curls as Rose leaned over her. Soft, full lips pressed against hers, and Maaya instinctively reacted, parting her lips to admit Rose's tongue. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss, which lasted a long time.

When their mouths finally parted again, Rose repositioned herself so now her breasts were directly above Maaya's head. Maaya watched breathlessly as they swung pendulously above her, and she couldn't suppress an excited squeal when Rose lowered herself, burying Maaya's head in soft breast-flesh.

Maaya felt like she was in heaven. She greedily devoured those amazing tits which were almost as big as her head. She mashed them against her face with her hands, and sucked on those large, perfect nipples. Rose moaned in response, and put one hand to work fondling Maaya's breasts through her shirt, keeping herself propped up with the other.

Maaya, lost inside Rose's cleavage, barely even noticed how the tingling feeling intensified over her whole body and her chest in particular. Rose on the other hand was a bit more observant and realised something was happening.

She lifted herself off Maaya -- causing some protests -- and quickly spotted what was wrong. "Maaya, your breasts are bigger," she said, her voice a mixture of excitement and concern.

Maaya propped herself up on her elbows, and looked down. "They are? But how..."

She didn't finish the sentence as a huge wave of pleasure surged through her body. As it did, her chest swelled in front of the eyes of a disbelieving Rose. They were rapidly filling up the space in her blouse, pulling the fabric tight and causing gaps to show between the buttons. When they stopped, they had reached the size of large oranges.

Maaya looked at Rose, her face flushed. "That was amazing," she said, panting. She examined her new chest. "Looks like I may have overshot the C mark," she added sheepishly.

"Yeah," Rose said breathlessly. "It looks great, though. Do you think this was the same thing that happened to Michelle?"

"Could be... damn, I'm still feeling all tingly. You still have me beat, though." She eyed Rose hungrily. "And I don't recall saying you should stop."

Rose stood up from the bed, and brushed a hand through her hair. "But don't you think we should get a doctor? This can't be normal," she said, though her face betrayed the internal conflict; she didn't really want to stop either.

"Later," Maaya said simply, also standing up. "Right now there are more important things."

She walked up to Rose and pressed her against the wall, grabbing Rose's large bare breasts. Standing on tip-toe and pulling Rose down, she proceeded to kiss the tall girl again. Rose capitulated easily, and returned the kiss even more passionately than before.

The kiss and their mutual caresses almost turned frantic as their excitement rose. Maaya just couldn't get over how turned on she was; Rose's smell, her big breasts, her soft body, her full lips against Maaya's, it was driving her wild in a way that she'd never thought possible.

It didn't take long for the tingling feeling to intensify again, and this time Maaya was aware of it. However, she didn't stop kissing, or said anything. Instead, she welcomed it, mentally urging her breasts to grow again. At that moment she didn't care how impractical it would be, she just wanted to be bigger.

She pressed her body against Rose as she felt her blouse tighten again. The sound of tearing was audible -- the seams around her armpits were giving up! A button snapped open, and Maaya's excitement grew; she wanted to burst out of her shirt if she could.

But something was strange; the tingling wasn't limited to her breasts. Still locked in the kiss, Maaya's pants got tighter, and her sleeves rose up her arms. Her mind was getting overloaded with pleasure from the sensations, almost to the exclusion of everything else.

Maintaining the kiss became easier and easier, as she didn't have to reach quite as high anymore. She was no longer standing on tip-toe, her feet now flat on the ground. It couldn't be happening, but clearly it was: she was gaining height, getting taller like she'd always wanted!

She didn't want Rose to know yet, she wanted to keep this wonderful feeling to herself. She wanted it to be a surprise to her beautiful partner, and she was also a bit afraid that Rose would force her to stop and call a doctor if she noticed. Deep down she did acknowledge that growing like this couldn't be normal, but she couldn't pass this up.

To keep Rose distracted, she moved one of her hands away from Rose's tits and down to the Brazilian's already dripping wet cunt. She pushed a finger inside, then another, and with her thumb began to manipulate her clit. Rose moaned in response, fuelling her fervour. Rose also moved a hand to Maaya's crotch, stroking her pussy through her increasingly tight jeans.

That in combination with the feelings of the growth was too much. The pleasure rose to a crescendo, and Maaya was caught in the throws of an orgasm pretty soon. It nearly overwhelmed her; she had to break the kiss and simply held on to Rose.

As her orgasm continued to build, Maaya's body surged upwards. Hiding it from Rose was impossible now; loud ripping and tearing noises came from her blouse and jeans as Maaya's body became too big for them to hold. Another two buttons of her blouse let go as they were unable to stand up against a torso and breasts that were now much bigger than they were designed for.

And Maaya wasn't the only one. As a result of Maaya's manipulations of her clit, Rose joined her in an orgasm of her own, shrieking loudly and covering Maaya's hand, still buried in her pussy, in her sticky fluids. The tingling feeling overcame her as well, and her breasts slowly grew as the two girls collapsed to the floor together.

Soon -- too soon -- the feelings subsided. Maaya, exhausted, sat down on Rose's bed, and Rose leaned against the wall; both of them glistening with sweat, smelling of sex and with their hair all messy.

"What the hell just happened?" Rose asked, breathing heavily, her now nearly volleyball sized breasts heaving on her chest.

Maaya looked up, excited. "I think I got taller," she said, elated. "I actually got taller! Isn't it wonderful? It felt so good; I didn't want it to stop!" She stared disbelievingly at her clothes, which had partially ripped along the seams. Thanks to the missing buttons, her bra was visible underneath her blouse. Her breasts, now somewhere between oranges and grapefruits in size, were bulging out of the completely ineffectual garment. The remains of her jeans were uncomfortably tight around her hips; she'd probably need scissors to get them off.

Rose looked concerned. "But, are you alright? This can't be normal; no one grows that fast."

"Oh, Rose," Maaya exclaimed, and she got up from the bed and walked towards Rose, noticing happily that the top of her head was now above Rose's breasts. "I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine, really. This is my dream; let's not spoil it by worrying. We can find out what's going on tomorrow; for now I just want to let it happen, and enjoy it with you."

------

After Mike and Kimiko had gotten dressed -- which posed some problems for the latter as her clothing wasn't exactly suited for her new physique -- the two of them discussed what to do. They were both very distressed about what they'd done, and neither really understood how they could've been so stupid as to let it happen; they weren't teenagers anymore, so they thought they should've been able to exercise better judgement regardless of how horny they felt.

One thing was clear to both of them: they couldn't keep this a secret. They'd have to tell Michelle. Kimiko had pleaded to come with him, desperate to tell her side of the story to Michelle, but Mike thought it would be better if he broke the news alone.

So it was that despite his intentions not to visit her today, he now stood in front of her door ringing the bell, deeply nervous about how she would react, hoping against hope that he could salvage the situation.

When Michelle opened the door, already wearing her nightshirt, she looked understandably surprised. "Mike? I thought you weren't going to..." She stopped as she noticed his expression. "What's the matter?"

An ashen-faced Mike walked into her room, and sat down on the couch. Staring into deep space, not meeting her eyes, he told his story. "Michelle, I... I don't know how to tell you this. My god, I'm so sorry." He was on the verge of tears.

She sat down next to him and put a hand on his knee, frowning. "What is it, Mike? You're scaring me."

"I was in the gym, and I wanted to tell Kimiko I was leaving," he said, talking quickly, almost rambling. "But she threw me in the pool, and my shirt was wet so I took it off, and then she was on top of me, and she was touching me, and I just couldn't think straight! I wanted to resist, but I couldn't, and we... we..."

"You had sex with Kimiko!?" Michelle said, aghast, and she withdrew her hand.

Mike just nodded, still not looking at her. "We didn't mean for it to happen. But we were both so horny, and then her breasts were growing, and..."

Michelle cut him off. "Wait, her breasts were growing? Like mine?"

Mike looked at Michelle, and noticed for the first time since he came in that her chest looked bigger than it had that afternoon. Underneath her nightshirt, they appeared to be the size of cantaloupes. "It happened again? And I swear my dick's larger too... What's going on here, Michelle?"

Involuntarily, Michelle briefly glanced at Mike's crotch when he said that. "Something's definitely wrong with these damn formulas," she said angrily. "I wish we never agreed to Tamura's proposal! We should've known better than to take two formulas at once. Our bodies shouldn't react like this, and who knows where this'll lead? What if we get cancer or die as a result or something? And now you're sleeping with Kimiko... everything's just going wrong now!"

"No!" Mike nearly shouted. "I didn't sleep with her! I just... I wouldn't cheat on you, you know that. I love you, Michelle, I swear! I feel horrible, and wish I could just go back and undo it, but I can't, and... and now all I can think about is how I'm going to lose you because I'm such an idiot. I don't want to lose you! Kimiko was in tears too because she thinks she's ruined her friendship with you. We were stupid, it was wrong, but please, believe me, we didn't mean to..."

Michelle sighed. "It's that stupid formula's fault as well, isn't it? I've been feeling so horny all evening, and then when my breasts grew again it got even worse... I've been masturbating the whole time, wishing you were here, rather than working on that paper like I should've. If Kimiko and you felt like I did, then I suppose it's not so strange that when the opportunity arose..."

"Look, Michelle," Mike said. "I'm not looking for excuses. Maybe we were affected by the formula, but we still shouldn't have... I should've been strong enough to stop her, stop myself, dammit!"

"I know, Mike," she said softly, still sounding hurt. "I just need time to think. I appreciate that you told me, and I know you didn't mean to hurt me, but this isn't something I can just shrug off. There's a part of me that just wants to rip your pants off and make you make it up to me that way -- maybe that's the formula's work too -- but I just can't."

"Just say the word," Mike said, pleading. "I'll do anything; just give me another chance, please. I'd never forgive myself if I ruined this."

"I don't want to lose you either," Michelle said. "But I need some time to process this, okay? Just go home, Mike, and tomorrow we'll talk to Tamura and put a stop to this. Then, we'll see where we stand."

Feeling quite dejected but also cautiously hopeful and glad that she hadn't just told him it was over -- which she had every right to in his opinion -- he left her apartment. All he could think about when she showed him out was how he could make it up to her. He was too distracted even to notice that Michelle, who was normally slightly shorter than him, was ever so slightly taller than usual.

------

Sometime after midnight, Maaya and Rose lay naked in bed together, exhausted but content. They had continued for longer than Maaya thought she could've lasted, and both of them had reached extremes of pleasure that they had previously not known existed.

Maaya lay awake, snuggled up against a sleeping Rose. She could feel the other girl's rhythmic breaths as those magnificent breasts pushed against her. Both Rose and Maaya had experienced the tingling feeling again, and Maaya's breasts now looked proportionally like grapefruits, while Rose had surpassed volleyball proportions.

How big they actually were depended on how big the rest of her was, and that was a bit hard to say; Maaya had kind of lost track of how tall she'd grown exactly. It was hard to pay attention to anything when you're engaged in a sex marathon with -- in Maaya's eyes -- the most beautiful girl who ever lived.

Although she was tired, Maaya didn't want to fall asleep. It still seemed incredible that her fantasy of growing bigger had finally come true, and she was afraid that if she fell asleep she'd wake up the next morning to find it was just a dream.

But even if that didn't happen, the next morning would mean having to face the question of how it happened. As much as she had loved the experience, a small part of her had to admit it wasn't exactly normal. They would have to seek medical help and figure out what happened. But for now, she didn't care; no matter what happened next she would never regret this wonderful night with Rose, and the fulfilment of one of her greatest wishes.

Curious to see how she compared to Rose now, she stretched herself out in bed. Rose was definitely still the taller of the two, but Maaya thought that Rose herself had also grown a bit, though it was hard to be sure how much. However, Maaya estimated that she was around two metres tall now, which meant she was taller than Michelle, she thought excitedly.

But then she noticed something that didn't make sense. When she stretched out like this, her feet escaped from under the covers, and she could see that Rose's legs also clearly extended beyond the foot of the bed. Rose had said the bed was two metres thirty, and Maaya's head wasn't far from the headboard.

Maaya's heart skipped a beat; both she and Rose had to be even taller than she'd thought. It was hard to get a clear look, and she didn't want to get up to confirm it since she didn't want to disturb Rose, but she was definitely longer than the bed. At a rough guess, the amount of distance she could extend her feet over the edge meant she had to be over two fifty, and Rose was even taller!

Contentedly, she finally fell asleep. In her dreams, she and Rose continued making love and continued growing taller, until they put even the woman from that movie poster to shame.



Outgrowing the Arcology Ch. 03



Part 3: Casablanca

The next morning Mike headed back over to Michelle's apartment. They were going to join up with the others, and then go to see Professor Tamura; there had been a bit of a question about whether they should see her first or go straight to a hospital. In the end, the thought of trying to explain what happened to a nurse at the ER had convinced them the professor was a better choice. They had already sent her a message that they were coming.

Mike arrived at Michelle's door feeling thoroughly worn out, and he had to suppress a yawn as he waited for her to open the door. Not surprisingly he hadn't slept much, his experience with Kimiko and the subsequent conversation with Michelle dominating his thoughts as he tossed and turned. Even though he knew it was useless to worry about what's done, he kept going over it in his head trying to think what he could've done different, and what he could do to make it up to Michelle. He'd considered buying her some small present—flowers, maybe—this morning, but he knew Michelle well enough to know that that wouldn't impress her. In fact, it could backfire as she might think he was trying to buy his way out of his guilt.

Michelle opened the door, looking pretty tired herself, and let him in. He wasn't surprised to see Kimiko already there, and fortunately it didn't look like the two girls had been fighting.

Mike did a double-take when he saw Kimiko. Nearly resting on her lap were two enormous, watermelon sized breasts, even larger than they had been yesterday. Stretched across them was what had once been her baggiest t-shirt, now tight as a second skin. Mike wondered how her nipples weren't visible, as she couldn't possibly have found a bra that could fit her. Maybe she had taped them down?

The rest of her was not quite as great, however. Her hair and make-up were messy, and her eyes were bloodshot and red; obviously she'd been crying. Mike felt a pang of guilt; even though technically Kimiko had initiated their encounter yesterday, he still felt responsible.

"Hi," he said lamely as she noticed him. "Look, I'm sorry..."

"No, I'm sorry. It was my fault," Kimiko cut him off, sniffling. "Me and my stupid breast obsession getting the better of me."

"We were both at fault," Mike said, trying to comfort her. "And the only person we need to apologise to is Michelle."

Michelle looked from him to Kimiko, her face rife with melancholy. "I just want things back the way they were," she sighed. "Back before we took those stupid formulas. Back before everything got screwed up."

"Michelle, really, I'm sorry. I already said yesterday I don't want to use the formula as an excuse. We shouldn't have done it, plain and simple, and all I want to do now is make it up to you, if I can."

A thin smile formed around Michelle's lips. "You're sweet, Mike, really. I know you didn't want to cheat on me, and I do appreciate that you didn't try to keep it a secret. It helps a lot that you were honest, at least. But like I said, I can't just forget this."

"So what do you propose?" Mike asked. "I'll do anything, just name it."

"I don't know," Michelle said. "I already discussed it with Kimiko, and I just want things to be normal, but I don't know if we can do it. Under other circumstances I'd give you a time-out to give me a few days to think, but that's not an option now. We need to stick together while this weird stuff is happening. And also,"—she blushed slightly—"the horniness may be less than it was yesterday, but it'll be back, I'm sure of it. We're going to need each other for that, or it'll just get worse."

Mike knew what she was talking about, and felt his cock twitch. Dammit, he was supposed to be apologising to her, not thinking about sex! Still, he couldn't help but feel relieved she wasn't going to cut him off under the current circumstances.

"I don't have the answers either," Mike said. "I've never been in this situation, nor did I ever think I would be. I'm just going to do my best, and hope I can regain your trust. I thought about this a lot last night, and I do love you, Michelle. I don't want to lose you."

Michelle looked at him, as if trying to decide what to do, but no decision seemed forthcoming. They just stared at each other for a few moments.

"Can I ask you a favour?" Kimiko asked, breaking the silence. "Could we not say anything to Maaya and Rose? I don't want things to get awkward."

Mike was a bit relieved she said that; he didn't really want to share what had happened with the others either. "Sure, if Michelle's okay with it."

"I guess we can do that," she conceded, then turned to Kimiko. "But if we want to pretend nothing happened, we're going to have to clean you up a bit. Come on."

***

Taking the transport tube was interesting, to say the least. Mike was used to the girls getting glances, especially Michelle and Rose, but the way everyone's head turned when they walked by now was almost comical. Everybody wanted to get a look at the large-breasted foreign girl and the utterly gigantic tits of her Japanese friend. Mike was getting some stares too, mainly envious ones from other guys. Fortunately his own small amount of growth was not visible while he had his pants on.

It wasn't strange the girls were the centre of attention, as their breasts weren't the only attractions. Michelle was still her normal, shapely self otherwise. Her light skin, great figure and long, voluminous chestnut hair made her a head-turner under ordinary circumstances, and with the addition of an even more amazing rack it was a close call which of the two girls was getting more looks, despite Kimiko's clear advantage in breast size.

Not that the formerly flat chested Asian could complain; her lithe, athletic yet still curvy body and strong legs had gotten her plenty of attention before, even if she might not have noticed it due to the more overt stares directed towards Rose and Michelle.

Unfortunately, not all of the attention was positive. A lot of people, particularly elders, were giving them disapproving looks, and Mike heard a fair amount of muttering behind his back. Mike felt like slugging some of the people with more obviously negative reactions; it's not as if any of this was their fault. Besides, both girls looked great even if it wasn't the norm. Fortunately the positive attention seemed to outweigh the negative.

Michelle had done an admirable job cleaning Kimiko up; her eyes were still a bit red, but other than that it was hard to tell anything was wrong. The usually energetic Japanese girl's mood had also improved a bit now that she had seen with her own eyes that Mike and Michelle weren't fighting, and unless Mike was mistaken she seemed to be enjoying the attention her new boobs were getting. She was also being preoccupied simply trying to manoeuvre without running into people or things—although most of the men she accidentally brushed against weren't complaining. As a result, Kimiko had to forgo her usual jumping and bouncing around.

Despite her cleaned-up appearance, it was however inevitable that her clothes were still ill-fitting, as Michelle didn't have anything that could fit Kimiko either in her present state. At least the stretched shirt was not as obvious now that she had her jacket on over it, even though closing the jacket was completely out of the question.

Mike, Michelle and Kimiko had exchanged messages with Maaya and Rose, and they had agreed to meet at Ochanomizu station as usual on the way to see the professor. Mike hoped that they wouldn't think it strange that Kimiko was with them, as she usually got on at that station as well; hopefully they'd be too distracted by Kimiko's enormous breasts to question anything else.

He wondered how Maaya and Rose had been affected by the formulas. They'd hinted at something big in the messages, but they didn't give any concrete information. He wondered if perhaps he would be getting his wish of seeing Rose with breasts bigger than Professor Tamura's after all. Or Maaya with a similar sized chest, perhaps? They'd look even huger on her tiny body.

Of course, he no longer needed to wonder what breasts bigger than Tamura's looked like, as Kimiko had easily surpassed her already. He doubted that either Rose or Maaya could beat Kimiko in the amount of relative change they'd undergone, though of course he couldn't be sure; judging by Michelle, Kimiko and himself, the formula didn't cause the same amount of change in everyone.

However, nothing could've prepared the three of them for what truly awaited at Ochanomizu station. The capsule's doors slid open, and Mike's mouth fell open.

"Oh my god..." Michelle said, and Kimiko gasped audibly. They weren't the only ones to notice either; a deep silence fell over the capsule as all the passengers were stunned by the spectacle.

It began with the feet, two of which belonged to Maaya and a larger, darker set that was Rose's. Both of them were wearing open sandals which were obviously too small for them. Regular shoes had been out of the question, as they could never have squeezed into any closed footwear they owned.

Those feet were connected to two very, very long pairs of legs. Mike had heard the expression "legs that go on forever", but these very nearly did for real. Maaya's legs were still shorter than Rose, but both were clearly a lot longer than they were supposed to be, and extremely shapely. Mike had always thought Maaya had nice legs in spite of her size, and now it was much more obvious.

Somewhere above the half-way point of the door, those legs joined together in two pairs of hips. Both girls were wearing shorts that were obviously too small, leaving most of those delicious legs bare. Mike thought he recognised the clothes Maaya was wearing as belonging to Rose, which was understandable since they had a better chance of fitting than any of Maaya's own outfits, though it was obviously still a lost cause.

Rose's belly was completely bare, showing off her awesome hourglass figure. The Brazilian hadn't even tried to cover it up, as she was wearing a tank top that was barely capable of containing her breasts. Maaya was dressed in a regular t-shirt—also belonging to Rose—which was still tight across her chest and didn't hang down further than her navel.

And that's where it ended. The rest of these two amazing beauties was obscured by the door frame, leaving the onlookers to guess at exactly how large those breasts were or what faces belonged to the two giant girls.

The mystery was solved when the two amazons crouched through the door, and the sight of them rising up to full height inside the capsule—hindered by handholds and advertisements—was incredible. The two of them towered over everyone else, and Rose nearly touched the ceiling with her head. There were no other passengers behind them at that door, as apparently people had been giving them a wide berth.

"Hi down there," said an elated Maaya, who was obviously enjoying the reactions she was getting. Rose was also smirking slightly as some people in the capsule were trying to get the hell away, and most others were staring unabashedly.

Mike swallowed hard, recalling fantasies he'd had about giantesses. Sure, Rose and Maaya were still relatively small compared to most of those fantasies, but this was already beyond belief. Their too small clothes definitely weren't helping either, as they invoked images of the girls growing out of them.

Rose's low-cut tank-top in particular was having a hard time keeping her enormous breasts at bay, displaying an unprecedented amount of cleavage both at the top and bottom. Both girls' breasts had obviously grown out of proportion with their bodies, though it seemed that Kimiko had both of them beaten on that point.

"Jesus wept! What happened?" Mike finally managed to utter.

"That's a good question," Rose said. "We're kind of hoping Tamura can tell us."

"Something wonderful, that's what," said Maaya, giving Rose a wink to indicate the double meaning, which was lost on the others. "I've always wanted to be tall, and now I'm bigger than anyone else!"

"Except for Rose," Kimiko said, laughing. The sheer absurdity of the scene had evidently allowed her to forget her misery, and she seemed amused by her friends' predicament.

"Except for Rose," Maaya conceded. "But I can live with that." She gave Rose's hand a quick squeeze, and Mike got the distinct feeling he was missing something.

"It looks like we're not the only ones with big changes," Rose said, looking at Kimiko. "I think you may need to move to district I or J, or somewhere near that."

"I doubt the arcology has enough districts, to be honest," Maaya joked.

"But, are you okay?" Michelle asked, sounding concerned. "How about side-effects? Headaches? Dizziness?"

"Don't be a spoilsport," Maaya said, pouting a little. "There's nothing wrong with us, we're just very big!" She pushed her hands against the capsule's ceiling for emphasis.

"How about vertigo?" Kimiko sniggered.

Maaya laughed. "Might be a danger if we get any bigger, yeah."

Mike had to swallow at the mental image that conjured up. In his mind, Maaya was as long as the capsule, lying down across its full length—seats and other obstacles conveniently gone—with him sitting on her chest, one humongous breast on either side.

"Guess how big we are," Maaya said.

"I don't know," Kimiko replied. "Over two fifty, I'd say."

"Close enough," Maaya said happily. "I read my bio-chip this morning, and it said I was two metres fifty-eight! And Rose is two eighty-seven."

"Dear lord," Kimiko said. "That's amazing! I guess I have to get used to being the smallest."

"You're still the biggest in one respect," Rose said.

"I want to know why we didn't get any taller," Michelle said ponderously. "You obviously experienced the above-normal breast growth that we did. And all of us grew different amounts, irrespective of the original size or target size. There must be some genetic difference that accounts for it, but if the reaction is not uniform it might be more difficult to find the cause and develop a cure."

Mike looked at Michelle and wondered why she was the only one that was taking this so seriously. They all recognised that it wasn't normal and that there might be severe health consequences in the long run, but besides Michelle they were all able to appreciate the short-term wish-fulfilment aspect of what was happening to some degree—Maaya most of all, it seemed. Mike wondered how much of Michelle's mood was due to what happened between him and Kimiko rather than the changes.

"Come on, chin up," he said, squeezing her arm softly. "We'll get through this; you know better than most what miracles modern genetics can accomplish. I'm sure a genius like Tamura or Bassir can fix this."

"I suppose... I'm just overwhelmed by all this. It's the uncertainty that's getting to me." She looked him in the eye. "Sure, we feel fine now, but what if we develop tumours, or grow into misshapen freaks? We just don't know what's going to happen."

Mike took her hands to try to reassure her. "Look, Michelle... wait, aren't you supposed to be shorter than me?"

"What?"

Mike looked at Michelle's feet. No heels, and she wasn't standing on tip-toes or anything. Yet she was definitely a centimetre or two taller than Mike, while normally she should be about five centimetres shorter. Since Mike was one ninety-five, she had to be close to two metres now.

"You have grown," he exclaimed. "You're taller than me!"

"What the hell is happening to us, Mike?" Michelle said, her voice shaking.

Mike embraced her. "Tamura will know, I'm sure. Just hang in there, it'll be alright."

Kimiko pulled a face. "So I'm the only one who didn't get taller? I guess it all went to my breasts, then." She absent-mindedly fondled her large assets.

"And I guess Mike is the only one who didn't change at all," Rose said.

"Actually, I did," he said, speaking very, very quietly. "My penis is slightly larger."

"What the hell?" Rose exclaimed, looking disgusted. "How is that even possible? You're not mixing formulas."

"Damned if I know," Mike said. "Hopefully Professor Tamura will have an answer."

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Unfortunately, it turned out that Tamura was as surprised as they were. The shock on her face was evident as the five of them had come into her office and explained what happened. Angrily, Tamura told them about the results of yesterday's medical check-up, and Dr Bassir's insistence to keep them in the dark.

Although a quick examination at the health centre revealed that there were no immediately obvious health issues with Mike or the girls, ultimately Tamura couldn't provide an answer to the most important question: what to do about it. She simply didn't understand what was happening to them, and the university's medical facilities weren't equipped to deal with something so completely anomalous—not to mention the difficulty Rose and Maaya had fitting in the medical scanners.

After Tamura made a quick call to Dr Bassir—she didn't care that she would be waking him up due to the time difference—it was decided they should go to Madihi Labs in Casablanca, where they had specialized equipment that could help determine the cause of their problems, and hopefully also the cure. Tamura made a few more calls to arrange everything, and they agreed to meet again later that day for the flight.

So it was that Rose found herself waiting together with Maaya outside Haneda Airport later that same day, bags hastily packed, to catch a supersonic to Casablanca. Tokyo's old international airport had grown considerably and was further into the bay than its origins in the twentieth century, and thanks to the advent of fully automated aircraft and air traffic control it was able to handle far more traffic than before. As a result, it had once again overtaken the much more distant Narita Airport as the primary international gateway to the Tokyo Arcology.

Rose and Maaya had gotten there first, and they were waiting at the airport's transport tube station, just outside the terminal building. Rose was slowly getting used to her higher vantage point; it was strange how you never notice everything getting smaller when you grow normally during childhood, but now it was very obvious. Then again, Rose supposed that no one grew half a metre in a single day during childhood. Maaya was having more difficulty adjusting, constantly hitting her head against doorframes and low ceilings. This wasn't surprising, since Maaya had increased in height by more than a metre, and unlike Rose had never needed to crouch for anything before.

Rose noticed that Maaya was also finding it hard to adapt to the stares she was getting. Rose was used to it; she'd always been tall and curvy, and enjoyed showing it off. But while the formerly diminutive girl may have gotten some glances for her cute face, now she was getting at least as much attention as Rose. Maaya seemed to alternate between being proud of her new size and incredibly embarrassed by the whole situation.

Rose couldn't deny the changes in the Japanese-Chinese girl made her look stunning. She still had a hard time believing what had happened the night before, and not just the growth. What had started merely as horny playfulness had ended up one of the most incredible nights in recent memory. For someone with only limited experience with girls Maaya had turned out to be quite skilled, and the heightened sensations of their growing bodies also contributed to the intense pleasure.

Maaya was also showing an amazing amount of devotion, holding hands and kissing Rose whenever the opportunity arose and she thought no one was looking. While Rose hadn't really been looking for a new relationship, she found herself being drawn in by Maaya's genuine affections.




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In any case, it was a good distraction, because deep down Rose had to admit she shared some of Michelle's concerns. This wasn't normal behaviour for human bodies, and with experimental medicine as radical as the rejuvenation formula, you never knew what to expect. Still, she was confident that modern medical science could fix just about anything, and so far all five of them were feeling fine. For the time being she was vicariously enjoying the experience through Maaya, who was clearly happy with her new height. Whatever the consequences might be, she knew she couldn't change them by constantly worrying about it.

Rose's thoughts were interrupted when Mike, Michelle and Kimiko emerged from the station. Rose noted how strange it was that for the second time today, Kimiko had shown up together with Mike and Michelle even though normally she hung out more with Maaya. Was it just because Rose had monopolised Maaya's attention for most of the day, or was there something more to it?

"What the hell?" Kimiko blurted as she saw Maaya and Rose. "Where did you two find clothes that fit?"

It was true; Rose and Maaya were both wearing new clothes that fit their large bodies perfectly. Maaya wore knee-length jeans and a stylish off-white blouse, and while Rose's more daring short skirt and V-neck top may still have showed off a considerable amount of skin, it was obviously not because they were too small for her.

"There's this shop I know that can custom-make clothes within an hour using an automatic tailor," Rose answered. "It's come in handy before since even at my old height I didn't exactly wear standard sizes, especially here in Japan. They're not cheap, but Professor Tamura offered to pay using Madihi Labs' expense account."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kimiko demanded, looking sour. "I ended up buying the largest men's shirt I could find at short notice, and I'm still not wearing a bra!"

"Sorry," Rose shrugged. "We were in a rush getting ready in time for the flight, so I guess I forgot."

Rose checked out Kimiko. She was wearing, as she said, a large men's button-down shirt that just barely fit around her enormous chest. The top few buttons couldn't be closed, so her breasts bulged out of the top, but it still looked less ridiculous than the overly tight t-shirt she had worn that morning. Despite Kimiko's disappointment at not being told about the custom clothes, Rose couldn't help but get the impression she didn't really mind showing off that much cleavage.

"So, everybody ready to go?" Mike asked. "I must admit, despite the situation, a free trip to Casablanca is quite a nice bonus."

"This isn't a vacation, Mike," Michelle admonished him.

"Have you ever been to Casablanca?" Maaya asked.

He shook his head. "Nope. My folks and I travelled around much of Europe when I was younger, but I've never visited Africa."

"I've never been out of Japan," Maaya admitted. "Actually, I've never been on a plane. It's exciting!"

"It's not that spectacular, really," Mike said. "I've flown a lot; it gets quite boring after a while."

They were interrupted by the voice of Professor Tamura, approaching them from behind. "But I bet you've never flown business class before!"

"Hi Professor," Michelle said. "You mean we're flying business class today?"

"Of course," the Professor said, waving her hand as if dismissing the matter. "Or would you like to try squeezing Miss Silva and Miss Chung into an economy class seat?"

"It would be hilarious, though," Kimiko laughed.

"But uncomfortable," Rose said. "I hope Madihi is paying for this, Professor. We wouldn't want to inconvenience you."

"Of course they are. This mess is their fault, so expenses are on them until it's solved. Now, we'd better go, our flight leaves in twenty minutes."

They proceeded to the terminal entrance, and dropped their luggage in one of the many baggage collection chutes along the outside wall. The bags, already tagged with a chip identifying their owner, would automatically be taken to the correct aircraft based on their flight reservation. Entering the terminal, they walked through the blue light of the security scanner that covered all the entrances and exits of the terminal building. It checked for any illegal or dangerous items, and if found would alert security personnel. It also checked their identification from their biometric chips, and logged their departure from the country. If there were no issues, they could proceed straight to the gate without bothering with long lines or check-in procedures.

Rose brought up directions on her retinal implant, and it overlaid arrows on the floor in her vision showing her how to get to the gate, and provided information about the distance. Their gate wasn't too far, so they didn't need to hurry.

Maaya suddenly looked concerned. "Professor, something's wrong. My retinal implants aren't working."

"Oh?" Tamura said. "Is this the first time you've tried using them today?"

Maaya thought about it for a bit. "I think so. I haven't needed them until now. I was trying to check the airport map."

"In that case, I expect your growth has caused the nerve connections on the implant to become misaligned. It's one of the reasons why you can't normally get implants until after puberty. It's inconvenient, but not dangerous; you just have to get them realigned. Although it may be better to wait until we're sure you won't grow any further."

"I could grow more?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure, but we can't discount the possibility."

Rose thought she could hear a note of excitement in Maaya's voice at the thought of getting even bigger. And Rose had to admit, it excited her too. Maaya might still be shorter than Rose, but she had gained much more height, and if that trend continued... Rose wondered what it would be like to have sex with a taller girl, something which she'd never experienced before. She had always been the taller one with all her previous girlfriends.

"Professor, we're flying via Amsterdam, right?" Mike asked.

"That's correct, Mister Conrad. We have a twenty-five minute layover, which should be plenty of time."

"Cool," Mike said. "The artificial island that New Amsterdam Airport is on is right next to where they're building the new North Sea Arcology. We should be able to see it during the flight."

"I would think so, yes," Tamura replied, though she didn't seem particularly interested. "Ah, there's our gate."

They walked through the gate, going through another scanner that ensured this was indeed their flight, and proceeded to board the aircraft, a Boeing SS187 supersonic airliner.

Maaya, who'd never been in an aircraft before, was looking around with interest. "It looks smaller than I thought," she said.

"That's probably just because you're bigger than before," Tamura offered. "Our seats are in the first row." She pointed towards the nose of the aircraft.

Like most supersonics, their plane was a large blended wing body aircraft whose aerodynamics were specifically designed to eliminate sonic booms, allowing them to fly over land at a cruising speed of nearly Mach 5. It had very wide cabin, offering seating for over 700 passengers, and most of the fuselage was made from variable-transparency composite, allowing passengers to look outside in nearly all directions except straight down. Currently, the composite was somewhat darkened to reduce the glare of the afternoon sun.

They had three pairs of seats all the way in the front, the entire first row, which allowed them an excellent view out the front; the cockpit was directly below them, where the plane's sole pilot was there primarily to keep an eye on the automated systems and to take action in case of an emergency. 

Mike sighed as he lowered himself into the luxurious leather cushioning, and Michelle gave him a brief smile as she sat down next to him, and took his hand. Much to Mike's relief, it seemed Michelle wasn't so angry anymore, and since the examination had shown they were all currently still healthy she was also slightly less worried.

Rose, misreading their expressions, looked at them with a sly smile. "You two thinking of joining the mile high club?"

"Are you kidding?" Mike said, laughing. "Do you know how small aircraft bathrooms are, even in business class?"

A flight attendant came to their seats, and did a double-take when she saw Maaya, Rose and Kimiko. She recovered her professionalism quickly however, and asked them if they wanted anything to drink before take-off. Mike admired the attendant's figure as she took their order; it was one of the reasons he liked KLM, as they nearly always had tall, blonde flight attendants, although he thought he might need to adjust his definition of tall after today.

He turned on his undressing software, the one way he'd found to keep long flights interesting. It couldn't do a very accurate job with a random flight attendant he'd never seen before, but that didn't matter; even if her nipples weren't really as big as the software estimated, they were still nice nipples to look at. For good measure, he also enabled the software for Michelle, Kimiko, Maaya and Rose, though fear of the repercussions if he was found out prevented him from using it on Professor Tamura, even though he'd love to see her amazing breasts. Looking at the now 100% accurate representation of Michelle's naked body, he did feel a brief pang of guilt, even though Michelle had previously told him she didn't mind him looking at other women as long as it was only looking (and as long as he didn't complain about her looking at other guys); yesterday's events with Kimiko meant he should be a bit more discreet than usual to regain her trust.

As the aircraft began to taxi, the senior purser came on with an announcement. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome aboard KLM flight 862 to Amsterdam. Our flight time today will be just under three hours, and we're expecting clear skies for most of the way. Full net access is available during this flight, and as KLM passengers you can access our inflight entertainment system on your retinal implant for free access to a large variety of movies and other programmes. For those passengers too young to have implants"—"or if they're not working," Maaya muttered under her breath—"please ask one of our flight attendants to provide you with a screen." After she finished, the announcement was repeated in Dutch and Japanese.

As they made their way across the airfield, Maaya pointed out the window. "Those planes look funny. They're just tubes with wings."

"Those are antiques," Mike said. "Old twentieth and twenty-first century planes that are part of Haneda's flight museum."

"I'm glad we're flying in a normal plane, and not one of those flimsy-looking things," Maaya said, frowning.

They turned onto the runway, and began to accelerate. Mike felt himself pushed back into his seat as the aircraft left the ground and ascended steeply, quickly accelerating to supersonic speeds. As they left Tokyo behind, Mike was hoping that at the end of this trip their problems would be solved.

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The transfer at Amsterdam was uneventful, or at least as uneventful as travelling with extremely tall and busty women can be. The Dutch may be used to tall people, but even they had never seen anything like Maaya and Rose. And for once, Professor Tamura's chest got comparatively little attention as it was overshadowed by Kimiko's, though her flamboyant green hair still attracted some stares. Michelle even admitted to Mike she almost wished she'd grown more as people virtually ignored her in the presence of the others; it was a good indication of what Kimiko and Maaya must've felt like around Michelle and Rose before, in any case.

From Amsterdam it was just a short trip to Casablanca, and their plane approached the arcology late in the morning, local time. The domes that replaced much of the old city glittered in the sunlight next to the Atlantic Ocean as they descended towards them. Mike didn't know if he was imagining it, but even from a distance the arcology looked richer than Tokyo.

During the twenty-first century, the Western economy had gone from bad to worse, reaching its nadir around the 2060s when climate change, shortages in oil and other natural resources, and growing population pressure gave what seemed to be a death blow to Western-style consumerism. With the economies of Europe and the US continuously declining, they had dragged the large Asian economies like India and China down with them.

The situation didn't improve until the end of the century, when the first commercially viable nuclear fusion power plant finally went online, promising a clean, efficient replacement of fossil fuels with none of the drawbacks of nuclear fission and at a fraction of the cost of other renewable sources of energy. The North African Conglomerate, a collection of companies from Morocco, Algeria and Tunisia, acted quickly to install fusion reactors in North Africa, causing the region to be the first to recover from the depression. Then, after Japan demonstrated the viability of the concept of arcologies in the early twenty-second century, the global economy finally managed to drag itself out of the mud. The North African Conglomerate ended up so rich that for all intents and purposes it superseded the government of the three African states in which it operated, and in 2178, Casablanca—where the Conglomerate's headquarters were located—became the capital of the entire region.

Mike was glad they made it to Casablanca without incident. Although girls growing huge breasts or becoming giantesses were his biggest fantasies, even he didn't feel like experiencing the reality of a huge growth spurt at eighteen kilometres altitude. The thought of one of the girls outgrowing the airplane was admittedly hot, but it would be quite deadly.

Professor Tamura had told them that Dr Bassir would meet them in person at the airport, but to their surprise he was nowhere to be found. They were even more surprised when a young woman waved them over.

"Professor Sayoko Tamura, I assume," she said, smiling. "Your group is kind of hard to miss."

The same could be said about the girl, Mike thought. He guessed she was a few years older than him, but not many. Her skin was smooth and dark like chocolate, and her face was accentuated by full lips, a long, yet delicate nose, deep brown eyes, and curly, shoulder-length auburn hair. Her figure was equally spectacular, with wide hips, long legs, and a chest that, if it hadn't been for Mike's present company, would've been very impressive.

She was wearing a loose emerald green dress whose colour appeared to shift and shimmer in the light as she moved. The fabric seemed to flow around her, conforming to her curvy body in way that such a loose garment really shouldn't. The fabric was also slightly transparent, as was a common North African fashion at the moment, just enough to make you question whether or not you could actually see her nipples, the effect of which was extremely alluring. The elegant dress accentuated her beauty so perfectly that the idea of using his undressing software never even crossed Mike's mind. He suspected the material was smart-silk, but if that was the case the dress must cost a fortune.

"Yes, that's me," Tamura answered her. "I'm sorry, the person I spoke to before told me we would be met by Dr Bassir."

"I am Dr Lina Bassir," the girl said. "Though I guess you were expecting my father." She smiled broadly, which made her seem even more beautiful. "My dad asked me to take care of you during your visit. I've already arranged for your luggage to be brought to my apartment, where you will be staying."

"We're staying with you?" Mike blurted out, surprised.

Tamura shot him an irritated look. "What he means is, we don't wish to impose."

Lina smiled again. "It's no problem. To be honest, I'm glad to have some company. That ridiculously large apartment my dad got for me feels rather lonely at times. When I was still studying for my Ph.D., I shared it with a bunch of my fellow students, but ever since I finished it's just been me and a lot of empty rooms."

That they were staying at her place was hardly the last surprise Lina had in store for them, though. She led their little group not to the arcology's transport tubes, but to a private vehicle that looked like an old-fashioned limousine.

"It's an antique Rolls Royce," Lina explained when she saw their expressions. "The petrol engine's been replaced with a modern electric system, of course, and it's controlled by standard traffic net software, but otherwise it's mostly original."

"Jesus wept!" Mike exclaimed. "Just how rich are you?"

"Very," Lina replied simply. "It's mostly my dad's money, of course. I'm still trying to get out of his shadow, to be honest."

"But you work for Madihi Labs, right?" Michelle asked as they got into the car, which despite its size was rather cramped with the seven of them.

"That's right. I'm following in my father's footsteps as it were. But I got hired on my own merits, not because of my name." She sounded very proud when she said it.

"Do you think you'll be able to help us?" Rose asked.

"I don't know," Lina admitted. "We've never had a case like this before, and the other test subjects didn't have any such symptoms. But I'm sure we'll figure it out. My father and your Professor Tamura here are some the most brilliant geneticists in the world, after all."

"Wait, test subjects? Plural?" Tamura interrupted her. "I thought I was the only other person who was taking the formula? I didn't think they'd started wider trials yet."

"They haven't. It's just that I've been taking it as well, actually," Lina said.

"What?" Kimiko said, incredulous. "Dr Bassir used his own daughter as a test subject?"

"I requested it myself. I helped design the formula, so I knew it was safe; or at least, I thought I did until, well, you know..." She gestured at the girls.

"But you haven't been taking any other medication, I assume," Maaya said.

"Yeah, I guess that's what makes the difference." She looked at Mike. "Though that doesn't explain your penis expansion."

Mike turned crimson; in retrospect he should've known she would know about that.

Lina simply grinned at his reaction. "In any case, we should know soon enough."

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The tests in they were subjected to at Madihi Labs were much the same as the regular check-ups at the university in Tokyo, though the equipment was more sophisticated and the tests more thorough. They also took longer, and Mike and the girls were beginning to get very tired by the time they were finished. Supersonic flight may have made travel times shorter, but it only made jetlag worse since the time difference was still the same. Although there was medication to reset a person's biological rhythm and effectively eliminate jetlag, Tamura had recommended that they shouldn't take any other medicine until they knew what was going on.

On top of that, all of them had noticed the horniness was returning with a vengeance. Michelle and Mike were beginning to regret not at least trying to join the mile high club, and the same was probably true for Maaya and Rose, even though they had to acknowledge there was absolutely no way they would've both fit in the plane's bathroom at the same time. It was even worse for Kimiko, who didn't have anyone and who felt increasingly guilty as her thoughts kept returning to Mike and the feeling of his hard dick and his hands on her growing breasts.

But none of them had any chance for relief, as after the tests they had to wait at the Labs for the results. They didn't even have Lina or Professor Tamura to talk to, as they had gone to consult with the other scientists on the project.

"That Lina is quite a looker, isn't she?" Rose commented, slouched in one of the chairs of the conference room where they were told to wait.




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"Well, if you're saying it, I guess it must be true," Michelle said sarcastically.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean a voluptuous three-metre-tall goddess like you has very little to worry about when it comes to competition."

"That doesn't mean she isn't still beautiful, and besides, I wasn't complaining about competition, just making an observation. Also, I'm not three metres."

"Yet," Maaya said, looking at Rose adoringly.

"What do you think, Mike?" Rose asked. "Besides me, you're probably the biggest expert when it comes to evaluating smoking hot girls."

Mike raised his hands above his head. "I invoke my right to silence on the grounds that I don't want to incriminate myself."

"Probably wise," Michelle said, giving him a sly smile.

"I could look great too if I had a dress like that," Kimiko pouted.

"Kimiko, with your body and those tits you'd turn heads even if you're wearing a burlap sack," Rose said jocularly. "Besides, that dress was smart-silk. It probably costs most than most people make in a year."

"True," Kimiko grinned. "Too bad my aunt is rich, but not crazy. Even she wouldn't buy something like that for me."

"Maybe we can demand some huge compensation from Madihi Labs when this is all over," Mike said. "Then you can all get smart-silk dresses like Lina's."

Just as he said that, Lina walked in the room, followed by her father, Professor Tamura, and a few other scientists. "I'm glad you like my dress," Lina said, giving all of them a friendly smile. "But I'm afraid it was a gift from a fashion designer who's a friend of my dad; it's one of a kind. I have a few other smart-silk dresses that you're free to borrow if you like, though I doubt they'd fit any of you right now except maybe Michelle."

"Let's get to business, shall we," Dr Bassir said, ignoring his daughter. The middle-aged African man sat down at the conference table, looking very serious. "We have the preliminary results of the examination, and though we don't have all the answers yet, it proved quite illuminating."

"What did you find?" Michelle asked anxiously.

"At first we were puzzled why the two formulas would interact, since they target unrelated parts of your DNA. However, the key was in the fact that augmentation consists not just of the DNA-rewriting retro-virus, but also of various components designed to stimulate the actual growth. It appears these are acting as a catalyst for increased cellular generation when combined with our formula. This expresses itself as growth across the whole body, although it is focussed on mammary tissue due to the nature of the augmentation formula you are taking. This effect was, I'm afraid, entirely unforeseen, and we are still investigating the exact cause of the interaction."

"It was actually Lina who discovered the additional components were the key," Tamura pointed out, causing Lina to blush.

"But what about me?" Mike asked. "I didn't take any other medication."

"Incorrect, Mister Conrad," Dr Bassir said. "Your blood sample revealed trace amounts of the growth formula. You must have ingested some by accident."

Mike scratched his head. "But how..."

"The orange juice!" Michelle blurted out suddenly. Mike just looked at her confused. "I just remembered. It was the day Professor Tamura asked us about the formula; I made some orange juice for myself and mixed it with the breast augmentation formula, but when I returned from the shower it was gone. I thought I just remembered wrong, but maybe if you drank it..."

"Yeah, I did," Mike said. "I remember now. My throat was dry, and there was a glass on the counter; I didn't know it wasn't regular juice!"

"Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't have mattered," Dr Bassir said. "The formula is keyed to Miss Meyer's DNA, and the growth components have no effect by themselves. It was only when the rejuvenation formula was introduced to your system that it made a difference."

"But then, why did only my... you know... grow? The girls all got taller, even Kimiko is a little bit taller even though she didn't think so at first."

"That I don't know yet, I'm afraid. We suspect your gender may make a difference; it's possible that testosterone affected how your growth was localized. The fact that your growth has been less substantial than the girls is more easily explained if you only ingested the breast augmentation formula once, although we cannot yet eliminate other factors there either."

"That explains Mike, but why did I grow so much less than Kimiko, Maaya or Rose?" Michelle asked. "I'm only a few centimetres taller, and my breasts didn't grow anything like Kimiko's."

Dr Bassir leaned back in his chair. "I've been asking myself that same question, but as of yet..."

"Wait, Michelle," Lina interrupted. "You said you mixed the formulas with orange juice. Do you always take them diluted like that?"

"Yes, but it's still the same amount," Michelle said, raising an eyebrow.

"No, Lina's right, I think," Tamura added. "The dilution may have caused slower absorption into the blood stream, leading to a less severe reaction. In time, you probably would've caught up with the others, unless of course they also kept growing at the same rate."

"The real question, though," Michelle said, "is whether we are in any danger, and if we can stop this and reverse the changes?"

Mike didn't think Michelle saw it, but the look Maaya gave Michelle indicated she had mixed feelings about reversing anything.

Dr Bassir leaned forward, putting his chin on his hands. "For the first part: no, I don't believe you are in any danger. Despite the changes, you are all extremely healthy; in fact, you are probably healthier than most people thanks to the positive effects of the rejuvenation formula. For the second part, I expect we will be able to. We will need to do more experiments, but once we understand how the catalyst operates we should be able to duplicate and control the process. That should allow us to stop the effects, and perhaps also return you to more reasonable sizes."

Mike looked around the table, and as he predicted, Maaya didn't look very happy at that. He wondered, however, it they necessarily had to go back to their original sizes. If they could truly control the process...

Kimiko seemed to agree with Maaya. "Too bad," she said. "I kind of like being huge. Though I guess they are rather inconvenient."

"You get used to it," Tamura said, only half-joking. "In any case, we will take you off the formulas for now, and we recommend you stay in Casablanca until the solution has been found, with daily check-ups to monitor your condition."

"Actually, Professor, that's not entirely correct," Dr Bassir said. "We will take them off the breast augmentation formula, to be sure. But I feel it may be better if they continue taking the rejuvenation formula. We know it does no harm by itself, and the intended effects will help their bodies cope with the growth."

"But they would still grow until the growth components are completely gone from their bloodstream," Lina objected. "Mike took the formula only once over two weeks ago and there are still traces present."

"Some minor additional growth is inevitable since they also still have rejuvenation formula in their system, even if they don't continue taking it," Dr Bassir replied. "I believe I can alter the formula slightly to mitigate that effect. I will have the new batches of formula delivered for each of you to your accommodation as soon as they're ready, and I would recommend you take an additional dosage tonight, since you didn't take any this morning. And I would also ask Miss Meyer, or any of you, not to dilute the formula, just to eliminate further variables."

"I guess," Lina said. "If you think it's necessary." She didn't seem terribly convinced.

"I do, and I'm the project leader," Dr Bassir said, and obviously considered the matter settled. "I suggest you take our guests to their accommodation, my dear Lina. You're also free to take some time off the coming days to show them around and make them feel at home."

"But wouldn't it be better if I helped with..."

"I'm sure we can manage," Dr Bassir said. "We have Professor Tamura's help as well, after all."

Lina looked like she was about to disagree, but said nothing. Instead, she led them out of the room, and took them back to the car.

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After Professor Tamura, Lina, and the others had left the room, one of the other scientists, who had thus far been silent, spoke up.

"Dr Bassir, I'm curious what kind of modifications you intend to make to the formula? I didn't think we had enough data yet to be able to devise a way to slow down the growth effect."

"We don't," Bassir replied simply. "We'll use the same formula as before; however, I want it mixed with the breast augmentation formula. I want them to continue to take both."

"May I ask why, sir?"

"This growth effect we're seeing is frankly amazing. The rate of cell generation that the body must perform to enable them to grow so rapidly... not even cancer tissue can grow that fast. Yet the tissue appears completely healthy. It could be the key to unlocking the secret of preventing cellular aging. And if that's the case, it's not just rejuvenation..."

"It's true eternal youth," the scientist finished.

"Exactly. But I need more data, and after this getting the Conglomerate to approve new test subjects will be hell. Therefore, I need them to continue to ingest both formulas so I can continue to study the effects."

"Then why not tell them that, sir?"

"That blasted Tamura would never agree. She is a brilliant scientist, but too much bound by the rules. There's no foreseeable danger to the subjects, and besides that, at least some of them seem to enjoy the growth. I think it's best therefore that we do not inform them, for the time being. And that includes my daughter; I feel she would probably tell them if she knew."

"But what if it gets out of hand? We don't know what the limits of this effect are."

"Indeed, we don't know. That's precisely why we must continue our observation."

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Lina had one more surprise for the group, as the Rolls Royce took them out of the arcology domes, into the old part of the city near the ocean which had been largely preserved. If Casablanca was a city for the rich, this part was reserved for those that were exceptionally so.

The car stopped at the base of a classically styled apartment building. It turned out Lina lived on the top floor. The entire top floor, in fact, as she had not exaggerated the size of her flat. If Lina hadn't already explained she shared the place during her time as a Ph.D. student, Mike would've been clueless as to why she needed that much space.

Lina opened the door for them, and the four girls plus Mike and Professor Tamura entered, feeling absolutely exhausted. Despite that, they couldn't help but be impressed by the interior. Lush carpets were in almost every room, and the furniture was a clever combination of classic mahogany and oak with more modern styling.

Barely five seconds after they entered, Kimiko ran ahead, opened the door to the balcony, and stepped outside. "You've got a real view!" she yelled enthusiastically. "Of the ocean, too!"

Mike and the others followed her outside. Kimiko was leaning against the parapet, which had the effect of compressing her chest, causing it to bulge up against her chin. They had looked like they were going to burst out of that shirt all day, and Mike thought this kind of behaviour would soon make that a reality.

But even Kimiko's mighty breasts could not distract him from the view of the old part of Casablanca and the Atlantic Ocean. The sun was low in the sky, its light reflected in the waters of the Atlantic, and the glittering domes of the arcology were behind them. After years living in the Tokyo Arcology with only holographic views of Tokyo Bay, it was absolutely breath-taking.

Mike suddenly realised that he was staying in a luxurious apartment in Casablanca, the richest city in the world, as the only guy among six absolutely gorgeous and unbelievably busty women, one of whom was his girlfriend (and one was one of his strictest professors, but that could be ignored). Assuming Dr Bassir was right and they weren't in any medical danger, this whole episode could end up being an unforgettable experience for him.

"Quite a view, isn't it?" Lina said, smiling broadly. "Even I haven't grown bored of it yet."

Mike looked around at her. In the sunlight, she looked even sexier than before, and that dress was just stunning. It reflected the sunlight in every colour imaginable—and some he didn't think he could've imagined—causing rainbow patterns to ripple and sparkle across its emerald green surface, accentuating her every luscious curve. Right then, Mike would've donated a kidney to get a dress like that for Michelle; he always thought she looked good in green, as it matched her eyes.

"You are very lucky to live here," he said.

"I guess, yeah," she shrugged. "My dad got me the place, mostly to get me out of his hair, I think. I would like it more if I owned the place myself."

"Still better than the shoe box I live in," Mike said.

"But it's a shoe box you paid for, with money you earned."

"A scholarship, actually," Mike replied sheepishly.

"Which you got because you were good enough to get it. I've had just about everything handed to me, never any accomplishments of my own. I still don't know if the Ph.D. committee really evaluated me fairly or just gave me a pass because my dad is the most famous scientist in town. The only thing I know I earned is my job, because my dad would never let me near his precious projects if he didn't think I could do the job. Ironically, he's probably the only person I know who doesn't show favouritism towards me."

"Hey, you'll get your chance to shine," Tamura said. "I always had a hard time getting people to take me seriously because yeah, I have large breasts, and maybe I don't always dress the way some people think would be proper for someone in my position. But I persevered, and now I've got a Nobel Prize to rub people's noses in. And I was very impressed with your work today; I honestly don't think you have to worry about being in your father's shadow for long."

"High praise, Lina," Michelle said. "The professor wouldn't say that about just anybody."

"Easy for you to say, miss 'brightest student in her class,'" Mike muttered.

Lina blushed, unsure how to reply to that, so she changed the subject. "Anyway, I saw your luggage was put in one of the guest rooms; you'll have to sort out who takes which room by yourselves. I had the maids prepare six rooms, just in case, but they all have double beds so feel free to share as you like. I suspect at least Mike and Michelle will share a room, and Rose and Maaya too if I'm not mistaken."

This caused Mike, Michelle and Kimiko to turn around to look at their two friends in surprise, and the way Maaya started blushing furiously told the whole story, while Rose just smiled.

"When the hell did this happen?" Kimiko demanded. "You know I must be kept informed of all gossip at all times!"

"Only yesterday," Rose said. "After we watched the movie, well... things just happened."

Somehow, Maaya managed to blush even deeper.

"I think it's great," Michelle said, beaming at the both of them.

Mike on the other hand, said nothing. The image of the two mini-giantesses making out did nothing to reduce his steadily building horniness. And the worst thing was that both he and Michelle were so tired that it was unlikely they could accomplish anything that night.

------

After a small bite to eat, the group sat on the balcony watching the sunset, engaged in mostly idle chatter. Tamura had left them alone because she needed to do some work—she was the only one who had taken anti-jetlag medication—allowing the six of them to talk more freely. Lina was understandably curious about the experience of growing, and neither Rose nor Michelle spared any details, talking freely about the pleasure they had felt. Maaya and Kimiko were less forward; Maaya because she was simply still a bit shy about the whole thing and Kimiko because the true story of her growth involved sex with Mike, which no one besides Mike, Michelle and Kimiko herself knew about.

It wasn't long after the sun went down that the five friends went inside to sort out their luggage and the rooms, after which they went to bed. As Mike had been afraid, both he and Michelle were too tired, so despite both feeling incredibly horny they fell asleep almost as soon as they lay down on the soft mattress.

------

His implants told Mike it was three in the morning when he woke up again. By his own internal clock, that was noon, so he was in that state that everyone who has ever experienced jetlag knows, where you're tired but not sleepy. Michelle lay beside him, still fast asleep, and he watched her breasts rise and fall with her breath in her night shirt. If it weren't for Lina, who was a "mere" double-D or similar, Michelle would've had the smallest breasts of the group, yet it didn't make them any less beautiful. He was hypnotized by the rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts, and he almost thought they were once again a bit bigger than they had been the day before, though it was hard to tell in the low light.

It took every ounce of self-control not to reach out and touch that magnificent pair. He so wanted to slide the night-shirt aside and take one of her nipples into his mouth, and suck it just the way he knew she liked. He hadn't so much as touched Michelle's breasts since the incident with Kimiko, and although Kimiko's were undeniably larger, these were still perfect and they belonged to the girl he loved. Plus, he was hoping that giving Michelle a few good orgasms would earn him some points towards forgiveness.

Yet he was quite sure that waking her in the middle of the night for a quick romp would not go over well, regardless of how horny she herself might also be. Besides which, he didn't want to interrupt her sleep. It was bad enough that he was awake; he didn't want to share the misery.

But the raging boner in his shorts would not be ignored, so he resigned himself to doing the one thing that might help, and got up to go to the bathroom. He did feel a bit weird about wanking in an unfamiliar bathroom in someone else's house, but if he did it in the room the risk of waking up Michelle was too big. In any case, he did also have to pee, difficult as that may be considering his current predicament.

He entered the bathroom, and fumbled for the light switch. Normally, he wouldn't turn on the light to use the toilet at night, but he didn't know his way around here, and the room was nearly pitch-black.

He was momentarily blinded by the light, but when his eyes adjusted he found Lina, sitting on the toilet, completely naked.

He stumbled backwards awkwardly, shocked. Unfortunately for him, the door opened inwards and he pushed it closed by walking into it. He felt like a deer in headlights, his back to the door, staring wide-eyed at this naked girl sitting on the toilet, a huge boner sticking out of his shorts.

"I guess I should've locked the door," Lina said simply. She made no attempt to cover up; if anything, she sat up straighter, putting her big, heavy breasts on display. They were capped by large, deep black areola, and big nipples. Mike, the thought of licking Michelle's breasts still fresh in his mind, now couldn't help but imagine his mouth closing around those large nubs. He swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes off her.

"That's the problem with living alone," Lina continued. "You get into bad habits, like sleeping naked and not locking the bathroom door." She didn't seem remotely embarrassed by the situation. If anything, she seemed amused.




Outgrowing the Arcology Ch. 03



"I... I should go," Mike sputtered, and tried to turn around, but for some reason he found himself nailed to the spot. What if Michelle came in now and saw him like this, only one night after Kimiko? She would break up with him for sure.

"Nonsense," Lina said. "You came here for a reason, didn't you? And I'm nearly finished anyway." She quickly wiped off her vagina, stood up, and flushed. "See, it's all yours."

She walked over to the still petrified Mike, and gently nudged him out of the way, in the process brushing her nipple against him arm—whether on purpose or by accident, he couldn't tell. God, she was hot. If it weren't for Michelle, walking in on a naked girl like that would've been awesome. As it was, he vehemently hoped Lina would keep this to herself the next morning.

"Though I have to wonder if you're here to pee or for... something else," she said as she passed him going out the door, glancing at his partially exposed, rock-hard member. "Michelle's a lucky girl. Either way, I recommend you lock the door."

She winked, and closed the bathroom door behind her.

Mike sat down on the toilet, dumbfounded, his heart racing. He couldn't believe what had just happened. The way she just casually shrugged off being nude in front of someone she'd only met earlier that day. He couldn't help but wonder if she found it as exciting—if obviously not as nerve-wracking—as he had.

After what had happened, he was hornier than ever, but he couldn't imagine staying in the bathroom to jerk off. He didn't know how long it would take, and what if she came back and found he was still in here? Even if he did lock the door she'd know it was him. And his cock had been sticking out of his shorts... he was such an idiot! But secretly, he was wondering if maybe she would be fingering herself later, thinking about his now very large cock. He imagined her lying on top of her sheets, her voluptuous body writhing in pleasure as she touched herself, moaning his name. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the image.

He tried to pee as best as he could, and went back to bed, praying furiously that he wouldn't walk into Lina again for the rest of the night. While he hadn't taken care of business, he managed to drift back to sleep uneasily.

------

He found himself back in the bathroom, and Lina was there again, naked, smiling that luscious smile at him. She cupped her breasts seductively, and casually played with a nipple.

"I know why you're here," she said.

Mike looked down, and noticed something different from last time. He wasn't wearing his shorts; instead his cock was sticking out freely, proudly displaying its full twenty-five centimetre length and equally impressive girth.

He walked towards her, until his cock was barely a centimetre away from those beautiful lips. He could feel her hot breath on his member.

"I need to use the toilet," he said. "Are you done yet?"

"I know Michelle is asleep," Lina replied. "It would be unfair to wake her. But you need to be taken care of. I wouldn't be a good host if I didn't help you."

Without warning, she enveloped his cock in her mouth. He moaned as she licked up and down his shaft. It was all he could do not to come right there.

"Such a tasty cock, and so big. Michelle's a lucky girl," she said in between slurps.

"It wasn't always that big," he said.

She stopped sucking, and looked up at him. "Yes, it has grown. And it will grow even more. In fact, if you wish for it, I think it would grow right now."

He concentrated, and indeed, his cock twitched and extended slightly, reaching nearly thirty centimetres.

"Magnificent," she whispered, and gently stroked his cock with one hand while fondling his balls with the other.

She got up from the toilet, and stood in front of him. It was strange; he didn't think she was taller than him before. Not that it mattered, as she pushed her body against his, trapping his sensitive member in between her and his stomach. It was so long it nearly reached her tits, and that thought alone almost sent him over the edge again.

She kissed him passionately, her lips marvellously full and soft. His tongue eagerly explored her mouth, while his hands willingly sought out her impressive rear. He wasn't normally an arse-man, but this was an exceptionally well-formed specimen.

"So you like my ass, do you?" she breathed hotly. "Maybe it's because my breasts aren't big enough for you compared to the competition?"

As she said that, he felt the pressure against his chest increase. He looked down, and saw her tits bulge up. They were getting steadily larger with her every breath.

"Join me," she said huskily. "Grow with me."

He focused on his dick, and once again felt the tingling sensation of growth. As her tits expanded, his cock grew in between them. When its head popped out of her cleavage, he stopped.

"Oops, looks like we found it," she said, and bent her head down to kiss it.

It was too much, and he exploded in orgasm. Endless spurts of hot sperm seemed to emerge, coating Lina's face and breasts. She moaned, rubbing the sticky goo into her now cantaloupe-sized breasts. The contrast between his white spurts and her chocolate skin looked incredibly sexy.

After an indeterminable amount of time, he finished, but his cock didn't soften in the slightest. It stood up unabated, the tip about level with his chin.

Lina, her face and chest messy with his cum, looked at his cock, shook her head and smiled evilly. "That just won't do," she said. "There's no way that thing will fit inside me. And I want it inside me."

As soon as she said it, she moaned even louder than before, and threw her head back. Before his eyes, she began to grow. Not just her breasts, but her whole body. She stretched higher and higher, until her tits, now larger than watermelons, were level with his face.

She pushed his head into the fleshy valley of her cleavage, and Mike found his entire world replaced with one of soft, fragrant skin. The feeling was incredible as he tried to kiss, lick and caress as much as possible. His mouth found a nipple, and as he sucked it he realised she was still growing. He didn't care though; he just kept pleasuring the dark nub with his tongue, and he brought a hand to her clit for good measure.

Pretty soon her moans grew more intense, and she screamed out in orgasm. She collapsed to her knees, which still left her beautiful chest about level with his face at her current size.

"Magnificent. Michelle really is a lucky girl," she panted heavily, resuming her stroking of his cock. "I still want that thing inside me, though."

She once more rose up to her full height, panting heavily, and Mike found himself staring straight at a beautiful, dark belly, his eyes just below her navel. She was taller by far than even Rose now! Above his head, her enormous boobs eclipsed his vision.

That may have been the reason why he hadn't noticed someone else had entered the bathroom. "I think you'll find that cock belongs to me," Michelle said sternly, pulling Mike away from the ebony goddess. To his surprise, she was even taller than Lina, although her breasts were still proportional to their earlier size. As she pulled him against her, he could feel her moist sex against his neck. Mike wondered how she could even stand up straight in the confined bathroom, but things had stopped making sense a long time ago, so he didn't care.

"I'm sorry, I was just helping out," Lina purred. "Mike needed it, and you were asleep."

"Hmm," Michelle pondered. "I guess you're right. You deserve a reward."

Lina stepped forwards, growing herself to Michelle's height in the process. As the two giantesses pressed together and kissed, Mike found himself trapped between the biggest hips known to man. His face was pushed into Lina's hot pussy, while behind him he could still feel Michelle's labia against him. He decided to just surrender to the situation, and wrapped his arms around Lina's enormous behind, lapping at her oversized pussy lips. Meanwhile, Michelle was grinding against him so strongly he could swear his head was partially entering her slit. He sucked and kissed Lina's clit and pussy for all he was worth, while his hair grew increasingly sticky from Michelle's gyrations.

It wasn't long again—certainly not long enough for Mike's tastes—before both girls had an orgasm, yelling in pleasure and covering him in sticky vaginal fluid. After the mess he'd made of Lina's chest earlier he couldn't really complain, and the liquid was surprisingly sweet.

The two girls separated, allowing him room to breathe freely again, and Michelle looked at him slyly. "Time for the main course, I think."

She lay down on the bathroom rug—which was comically small compared to her now—and spread her legs invitingly. Between her huge size and his absurd length, the logistics of entering her should've been complicated, but he swiftly brought the tip of his throbbing cock to her entrance, and smoothly pushed in, as if he'd been inserting eighty centimetre dicks into nearly four metre tall girls his entire life.

Once fully inside her, he found himself lying on top of her stomach, his head just at the base of her breasts. He reached out and caressed each nipple softly, causing Michelle's skin to erupt in goose bumps. The wet warmth surrounding his enormous dick was nearly overloading his brain's pleasure centres.

"I could get used to this," he sighed.

"Me too," Michelle mewed softly, enjoying his caresses. "Though I think there's still room for improvement."

Before Mike had time to wonder what she meant, her breasts began to grow. Soft creamy mountains rose around his head as he had the world's best view. Soon, his head was once again enveloped by tit-flesh. He was still holding on to her nipples, but it was getting increasingly hard.

"Don't just lay there," Michelle encouraged him. "Slam your huge cock into me!"

That, it turned out, was a problem. Mike could move back and forth a bit—though he had to reluctantly sacrifice his grip to do it—but actually pulling back far enough was impossible, let alone building up any kind of real rhythm. His dick was just too long.

Mike was about to suggest she should be on top, when he felt a huge hand close around his chest.

"Maybe I can help?" Lina asked seductively. He looked over his shoulder, and nearly had a heart attack. He didn't know exactly how large she was, but it was gigantic. Her hand easily fit around his entire chest, and she used her other hand to gently lift his upper legs. Carefully, she moved him back, pulling his cock out of Michelle's pussy. Then, when only the tip remained, she pushed him back in.

"How's that?" Lina asked. Mike could only groan in response.

"Faster," Michelle moaned. Lina picked up the pace.

"Faster!" she cried again. Lina began ramming him in and out of Michelle's hot insides at ever-increasing speed. He flailed his arms wildly until his hands once again found Michelle's nipples on her now nearly beanbag-chair sized tits, and he held on for dear life.

Michelle screamed in pleasure at the combined sensation of Mike's huge dick pumping her equally gigantic pussy, and him pulling at her nipples as a result of Lina's movements. Surely the screams would wake everyone up, but Mike was beyond caring.

He was in heaven. This was beyond even his wildest fantasies, his most erotic dreams. The length of his dick made the sensations of repeatedly entering Michelle's tight warmth incredible, and every time he was pulled backwards, he felt Lina's enormous tits against his back, and when she pushed him back in, he slammed face first into Michelle's soft mountains.

He was getting very close, and he felt Michelle was too. The pleasure built to one, incredible crescendo, unmatched by anything he had felt before, and...

Mike gasped as he woke up, sweaty and tangled in the sheets. Sunlight was streaming in through the gaps in the curtains, and next to him was Michelle, sleeping serenely. She wasn't four metres tall either, just her regular beautiful self, slightly taller than usual. He was simultaneously relieved, but also a bit disappointed.

He was also still horny as hell, as he checked his raging hard manhood. It too was back to its normal size—or the same as yesterday, in any case. He was also glad to find he hadn't actually ejaculated in his sleep, as that would've been rather embarrassing to explain.

He sighed as he let himself fall back down onto the bed. That was one hell of a dream! He hadn't had an erotic dream like that since high school... or ever, now that he thought about it.

But what about the first encounter with Lina, naked on the toilet. Was that a dream too? He couldn't recall. Both that encounter and the dream sex seemed equally vivid in his memory, and he could hardly ask Lina at breakfast, now could he?

He looked at his gorgeous, sleeping girlfriend, wondering at the strange situation he found himself in. He didn't know what else would happen during their stay in Casablanca, if the girls would really grow any further. He wondered if they could even get as big as in his dream; surely there was some law of physics preventing that? Then again, he would've said rapid breast growth or height gain was completely impossible too, but the past few days had proven that wrong beyond a doubt. For all he knew, they could get even bigger than Lina had been in his dream, though surely Dr Bassir would find a way to stop it before then. But what if he didn't? He seriously didn't know what he was rooting for anymore at the moment, his horniness overriding his rational judgement.

He also didn't know how things would go between him and Michelle. He still felt horrible about Kimiko, and while he could hardly blame himself for having a sex dream about Lina, it still added to his guilt. He could only hope she could ever really forgive him, and that he could believe it if she did.

He did know one thing for sure: he hoped that Michelle would wake up soon, in time for them to have sex before breakfast. If she didn't, he felt he would probably explode.