As the shoreline streamed past at a leisurely pace, Mark prattled on. "...it's incredible - the rain forest holds countless species of plants and insects that haven't been cataloged, or even seen by western society. So, we've got to be as careful as possible not to accidentally destroy any living thing. We're here to take pictures, and that's it."

"I'm more concerned about getting bit by a snake, or touching some poisonous plants," Shelly said as she shared a seat on the boat with Mark, preparing the photography gear. "I want to get back out of here in one piece."

"Me too," concurred Donna, an anthropology major and friend, who had only come along for the chance to see the Amazon rain forest. "I didn't think it was going to be that dangerous. All I brought were shorts and T-shirts! It's too hot to walk around in jeans and boots." Donna's point regarding the heat was made obvious by the sheen of sweat displayed in the V-neck of her T-shirt. Despite her worries of being protected from the environment, Donna untucked her shirt from her shorts and tied a knot under her full breasts, exposing her already tanned stomach.

"Women," intoned Donna's boyfriend Rob, obviously being sarcastic. Both men paused to watch Donna finish her adjustments. Mark was unaware of the disappointed look in Shelly's eyes as she caught him staring at Donna's more generous bosom.

"The young ladies are wise in their ways," spoke their guide Aquito, manning the small outboard engine. "I have brought many people in to the rain forest, but not everybody has escaped harm. Those that have come into trouble have done so by their own ignorance. If you watch where you are going, watch what you are doing and listen to what I tell you, you will be A-OK, yes? But even I have not seen everything that the rainforest has within. On each journey, I find something new that amazes me."

"That's just what we're hoping to find," interjected Mark.

"There are poisonous plants within the rainforest, and I will help you to steer clear of those should we see them," continued Aquito. "The animals, I wouldn't worry about. They will not bother you if you do not bother them."

"What about insects?" asked Shelly. "I'm hoping we find a few new species to shoot"

"Of course there are insects," Aquito answered, "and some can be dangerous too, but also beautiful."

"Isn't it ironic?" queried Mark. "They say that somewhere within the rainforest, within the plants and animals, are undiscovered cures for countless diseases, and yet we have to be on our guard. You could be bit by a snake, and the antidote could be in the sap of a tree just a few feet away, and you'd never know it." Unconsciously, the two women both drew their exposed legs up to their chests, wrapping their arms around them.

"Look, I brought everything I could think of," Rob said, pointing to his medical kit. "I may not have my M.D. yet, but I can handle everything from snake bites to broken bones."

"Yeah, that makes me feel really safe," joked Mark, sending the sarcasm right back to Rob.

"That does it," returned Rob, "first sign of a head cold and I amputate!"

The river echoed with the mixed sounds of the boat's motor and their conversation as they continued on.

Hours later, they arrived hot and sweaty at a small village on the banks of the river. As Aquito explained to the group, the houses of the village were built either on stilts or on rafts in order to survive the yearly flooding. "We will not be staying here," Aquito instructed as he landed the boat. "We will walk past another village to be away from all of the people, just as you asked."

"You heard the man," announced Rob, standing with his backpack. "Grab your gear and saddle up! We're going on a hike!"

Donna ignored the gear and stood looking at the stilt houses. "It's amazing how they have adapted to the floods," she commented. "People always find a way to adapt to any situation."

"Ladies and gentlemen," Rob began with a small bow and one arm sweeping towards Donna, "the anthropologist." Donna calmly ignored her boyfriend, and continued studying the small village.

"Hey, Aquito, how far is it?" asked Mark.

"One man in good health can make the journey in one hour, if he is not carrying much," answered their guide. "Considering the size of our group and the gear we must carry, this could take twice that. The path is clear, but it is very narrow, and we will be climbing away from the river."

"After sitting in that boat all day," Rob interjected, "I don't think I'm going to mind the exercise."

"Hear hear," agreed Shelley, as she stretched her long, runner's legs before taking on her pack. "Between the plane ride and the boat ride, I'm starting to feel lazy."

"We must get moving," added Aquito, "if we are to have enough daylight to set up your camp. We will eat at the next village."

The four of them readied their gear for the hike as Aquito negotiated the storage of the boat with the local residents. Within a few minutes, they were on their way into the rain forest. Except for Aquito, they walked in pairs, shifting between the two couples and the two genders, until the path narrowed enough to force them into single file.

Almost two hours later, the five travelers emerged from the rain forest, hot and drained. They paused for a moment, each of them dropping their packs. Donna's T-shirt clung to her body, except where her bra had soaked up the sweat. As the men wandered about surveying the area, Donna confessed to Shelly, "I envy you," she said fidgeting with the sweat soaked straps of her bra, "I'd rather not be wearing a bra in this heat."

Shelly's face flushed for a moment, self-conscious of her smaller chest. True, she didn't feel the need to wear a bra, but her breasts didn't attract much attention, bra-less or not. "The grass is always greener," she sighed, thinking of the Mark staring at Donna's chest when she tied up her T-shirt. "Besides, little Miss Anthropologist," Shelly added, "we're not in a western society anymore."

"I don't wear a bra just because our society dictates that I should," Donna said, appreciating Shelly's grasp of their cultural situation. "When you're as big as I am and hiking through the woods like this, it's a necessity. You won't see me join you out jogging anytime soon."

"The grass is always greener," Shelly repeated, as the men returned to the pile of backpacks.

"We're going to eat in the village, then setup camp," Mark instructed. "Aquito says we have enough daylight left to find a good spot before dark."

According to plan, the group sampled the local cuisine before heading out to look for a suitable place to put up camp. They hiked up the incline away from the village, through an assortment of trees to the outskirts of the rain forest, putting a comfortable distance between themselves and the village.

The next morning, the troupe followed Aquito into the rain forest. Mark occasionally paused to snap a picture or two, but the first day's hike served as an exploratory mission. Mark noted interesting clusters of plants, as well as unusual rock formations. Aquito pointed out the occasional landmark, and eventually led the troupe to a cave hidden by countless plants.

Once in the cave, their eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting, and Donna noticed the drawings on the wall. Carved into the wall of the cave resided a collection of crude stick drawings, some looking like to be mythical creatures, others clearly human. "Hey everybody," she called, "check this out."

The others gathered around, holding up their lamps in hushed excitement. Mark quickly began adjusting his lens and snapping photos.

"Look at the one with the bird-head," called Shelly.

"Are these people dancing?" queried Rob.

"A boat on the river, some insects...and is this what I think it is?" asked Donna.

"It looks like a woman with huge boobs," opined Rob after a quick glance. At that remark, Mark lowered his camera and studied the drawing.

"Some sort of Venus, or earth mother probably," added Mark.

"These pictures all represent legends from our ancient society," intoned Aquito. "You see the bird-man, who is a great warrior, you see the great flood..."

"Ah, the flood mythos," interjected Donna.

"...and the one called the Milk Goddess," Aquito finished.

"Why do they call her that?" asked Rob, sarcastically.

Aquito answered, unaware of the humor in Rob's tone. "It is said that she was once human, and was given the gift of mother's milk to suckle the chosen one. Our people were near starvation from floods and droughts."

Rob continued his questioning. "If it's just the chosen one, why is she so big?"

"It is not always known who is the chosen one," answered Aquito, "so the Milk Goddess provides for all until the chosen one reveals himself."

"Provides for all? I can see how," Rob quipped. "That's quite a legend,"

"Actually," Donna corrected Rob, "it is. This is exactly why I came on this trip." She turned to Aquito, and prompted him to continue. "Does the goddess have a name?"

"These drawings, like the legend itself are very old. As these drawings have faded, so have the details of these stories. If she has a name, I do not know of it. I have seen similar drawings before in other caves and on other rocks, but you should speak to the Alligator Woman, she will know more than I."

"The Alligator Woman?" Donna asked.

"She is our medicine woman," Aquito answered. "She will know the old story. If you are bit by a snake, or are haunted by spirits, she will know how to cure you as well."

"I don't know about the spirits, but I can handle the snake bites," intoned Rob.

"Where can I find this Alligator Woman?" Donna asked, her curiosity aroused.

"It is more likely that she will find you, if you need her," Aquito replied. "She does come to the village from time to time. If I see her, I will ask if you can speak to her." Donna thanked Aquito repeatedly, excited about the prospect of meeting such a cultural archetype.

"We'll have to come back here tomorrow with the lighting gear," Mark told Shelly. "These pictures might come out, but I'd rather be sure." With that comment, the group stepped away from the images carved on the wall, and exited the cave. 

It was their second full day in the rain forest, and Mark and Shelly decided to go out on their own, following the same path that Aquito had shown them the day before. They had walked past so many plants and caught glimpses of dozens of insects that Mark knew he had plenty to work with within this tiny slice of the rain forest.

While photographing some flowered vines, Mark sat down on a large fallen branch to reload the camera. As Shelly came to sit beside him, she noticed a bug crawling next to Mark. Seeing her pause, Mark followed her gaze to the log. The small, segmented insect had a bluish cast to it's shiny carapace. It's hind end featured a small stinger, like an underdeveloped scorpion's tail.

"Isn't it beautiful?" asked Shelly.

"Yeah," Mark answered, "but I'd like to see what that tail looks like extended."

Grabbing a leaf from a nearby plant, Mark tried to hook the beetle's tail and uncurl it's short length. In response, the blue bug flapped it's wings a few times.

"Oohhh," cooed Shelly, "it's got wings!" After a few more seconds of Mark's probing, the bug flew off to another nearby tree. The couple walked after it, and found the blue beetle had joined a few other of it's kind. "Maybe there's a nest nearby," Shelly said, noticing the increased numbers of the strange new bug. As Mark moved in for a closer look, Shelly noticed one of the beetles was on Mark's back, it's stinger extended.

She clapped her hand onto the bug, and Mark jumped up with a yelp as the startled beetle defensively stung into his back. "Ow, that stings!" he yelled, reaching over his shoulder to rub the wound.

"I tried to get it in time," Shelly said. Still holding the beetle in her hand, she quickly released it as soon as she felt a tiny pinprick on the palm of her hand. "I think I got bit, too," she said, though she didn't have the same reaction that Mark had.

"Aw hell," Mark complained, "this stings like a bitch!" He reached around onto his back, rubbing the spot.

Shelly didn't feel any pain, though she could see a small red spot in the palm of her hand where she was certain the beetle had stung her. "It doesn't hurt," she admonished, as she watched Mark carry on.

"This burns like hell," he responded. "You're lucky you didn't get bit, so don't tell me what hurts and what doesn't."

"I did get bit," Shelly retorted, showing him the spot on her palm.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Mark asked.

"Not really," Shelly said. "I felt it when it stung me, but it doesn't hurt at all. Are you dizzy? Maybe you're allergic," she added helpfully. "Let me see the bite."

"Oh shit, or maybe it already dumped it's poison into to me!" Mark complained.

Mark turned around and took his shirt off. Shelly could see a small, red dot near his left shoulder that exactly matched the tiny wound on her own palm. "No swelling, just a red dot," she explained. " Does it itch?"

"It just stings," Mark answered. "Let's just get back to camp, in case I do have a reaction. I'd rather be near the only Western medical attention within a thousand miles. We can find our way back here tomorrow."

On the walk back to camp, Mark's shoulder began to throb, and Shelly was starting to feel short of breath. Her chest felt constricted, as if her shirt was too tight. As she focused on the sensation, she felt a warmth spreading over her chest, eventually converging on her breasts. She kept walking in silence, unsure if...or what she should tell Rob. Was this a result of the beetle's sting, or just too much heat and excitement? She scrutinized Rob's face, looking for any sign that he was experiencing any residual effects of the beetle's sting. Finally, she broke the silence.

"How's the sting?" Shelly asked.

"Eh," he began off-handedly, "I can still feel it, but it doesn't really hurt. It's just a dull throb now, but I think I'm fine."

"Thanks for asking about me," Shelly muttered under her breath. As they continued walking, the warmth remained in Shelly's breasts, now accompanied by a heavy feeling. The bouncing of her breasts seemed somehow amplified as they stepped over roots and ducked under branches. Shelly became more conscious of the sounds made by the gear that rattled in her vest pockets. The rattling and bouncing grew more annoying, as they were only distractions to Shelly's real question: what is going on with my breasts?

As the camp finally came into to view, Shelly fussed and fidgeted with her confounded vest, trying to silence the clattering that seemed deafening compared to Mark's sullen silence. She was also trying to figure out just how both of her nipples had slipped out of the cups of her bra, as the chafing had been increasing since shortly after they started walking back.

Mark began calling for Rob as the reached the perimeter of the camp, and Shelly gratefully slipped unnoticed into the tent that she and Mark shared. She unbuttoned the bothersome vest immediately, dropping it to the floor of the tent.

Looking down, Shelly could see her breasts were mostly out of her bra's cups, as her breasts were now too big for the bra's capacity. Her nipples and aureole were completely exposed, and the cups were binding the under sides of her breasts. Outside the tent, she could hear Mark tell the story of his beetle sting, and Shelly wondered if her sudden breast enlargement was the result of the sting from that beetle.

In the shade of a tree, Rob inspected the beetle's sting on Mark's back, and performed a general examination of the patient, declaring him fit.

"What did the bug look like? Did you see it?" asked Rob.

"It was like a blue June bug," explained Mark's muffled voice, coming through his shirt as her got dressed, "but it had a tail."

"The stinger?" assumed Rob.

"Yeah," confirmed Mark, "like a little scorpion's tail. He didn't sting until Shelly slapped the one that was on my back. It's like Aquito said," Mark paraphrased their guide, "it probably would have been fine if we didn't mess with it"

"Tell you what," Rob responded, "Donna and I will go up the trail and try to capture one. I'd like to have something on hand to analyze just in case there are some long term or latent effects." Seeing the color quickly drop from Mark's face, he continued. "Chances are if you haven't had a reaction by now, you're probably in the clear," he assured Mark, "let's just be safe rather than sorry."

While Rob's examination of Mark proceeded outside, Shelly watched as her breasts slowly continued swelling. She unhooked her useless bra, and hefted the weight of one enlarged breast. "More than a handful now," she thought to herself. Taking stock of the rest of her body, nothing seemed out of sorts - no fever, no soreness, no other cause for alarm - except for the two honeydews protruding from her chest.

Shelly took a few moments to prod around the mounds of flesh, finding nothing unusual. Her nipples looked proportional, but obviously bigger. She covered her new endowments with a towel called Donna into the tent.

"What's up?" Donna asked as she entered.

"I'm not sure how to put this," Shelly began, "but I was bit by the same bug as Mark, and I think I'm having a reaction."

"I'll get Rob," Donna said and turned back to the doorway.

"No, wait!" Shelly returned in a stage whisper. "Not yet - I think I need a woman's perspective first. Look at this," Shelly said as she pulled the towel away, exposing her melon-sized breasts.

"Wow!" exclaimed Donna. Having always known Shelly as a skinny athlete, it was hard to reconcile the vision that stood before her. "You're huge! What happened?"

"I told you," Shelly began, embarrassed to have Donna staring at her exposed breasts, "I was bit by that same bug that bit Mark. On the way back to camp, they started swelling...or growing."

Donna moved forward, one hand outstretched to cup Shelly's left breast. "Can I touch them?" she asked, and Shelly drew back a bit, reflexively crossing her arms and squeezing her sizable lobes together in the process. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I should ask you if they feel okay," Donna apologized. Shelly relaxed a bit, and Donna continued, "I guess I'm just saying what you already know - that this isn't normal, and I'm wondering if everything is fine...forget it. I can see why you wanted to see me before Rob."

"Yeah, I know I'm not going to be able to hide these things," Shelly said. "I feel like I'm already getting a taste of what you must go through with everybody staring at your chest."

"Sometimes I can dress down a bit," Donna replied, "but it looks like you're a bit bigger than me."

"I was hoping I could borrow a bra for the rest of the trip," Shelly said with a quiver of doubt in her throat.

"You can try," Donna began as she unhooked her bra and pulled the shoulder straps out her sleeves, "but I think you're too big."

Just a couple of days ago, Shelly was envious of Donna's ability to fill out a bikini. As she fastened the bra around her ribcage, her enlarged breasts each resting heavily on one arm, Shelly noticed the tag read 34DD. She loosened the shoulder straps all the way, planning to adjust them once the bra was in place. She turned the bra around on her chest, bringing the cups to the front, and hefted her exaggerated mammaries into the cups.

As Shelly had feared, Donna's DD-cup bra was no match for her swollen breasts. Her nipples peeked over the tops of the cups, and her cleavage positively bulged up towards her chin. She was simply too big.

"I told you it wouldn't fit," Donna repeated. "Just look at you!" she said, quickly poking a finger into the cleft between Shelly's breasts. "I do have a stretchy sports-bra that may work, hang on." Donna left Shelly to stare into the depths of her own cleavage.

While Shelly stood alone, she could hear Donna whispering explanations to Rob and Mark. "Oh shit," she whispered to herself, "here we go."

"Shelly?" came Donna's voice from outside the tent. "Can we come in?"

Shelly futilely tried to stuff her nipples into Donna's overtaxed bra in an attempt to regain some sense of modesty. When that failed, she grabbed the towel again. She took a deep breath, and answered, "sure, bring the whole gang."

When the other three had crowded into the tent, Rob broke the ice. "Uh, I hear you've had a reaction to the beetle's sting?" he queried, glancing nervously down at the towel that covered Shelly's arms, which were crossed protectively over her tightly bound boobs.

"Yeah," Shelly laughed nervously, "I've had a reaction alright." Reminding herself that she was hardly amongst strangers, and possibly in need of medical help, Shelly again dropped the towel.

"Wow!" Rob and Mark uttered together, despite their efforts to seem objective. Shelly again hid behind the towel.

Rob regained his composure first, shifting into his bedside manner. "Are you in any discomfort?"

"Just from this damn bra," Shelly shot back.

"Glad to see you have a sense of humor," Rob returned, "but this could be quite serious. The human body doesn't normally undergo such rapid swelling. Is there anything at all unusual about the texture of your breasts? Any lumps? Any thing hard or fibrous under the skin?"

"They feel like they always do," Shelly replied, "only bigger...and heavier."

"Any redness of the skin? Unusual discharge from the nipples?" Rob asked.

"No and no," Shelly answered.

The tent was quiet for a moment, and Rob took a deep breath. "May I examine your breasts, please?" Rob asked Shelly. In defiance of the peculiar situation, Rob made the question sound perfectly natural. Shelly hesitated slightly, then lowered the towel again. She reached her arms behind her back to unclasp the undersized bra, temporarily thrusting her outsized chest towards the other three. The tent became dramatically quiet as Shelly eased the bra away from her lavish lobes. Rob quickly scanned Shelly's oversized endowments, rubbing his chin and panning from side to side. "Umm..."

Shelly immediately cut him off. "I've already checked for lumps."

"Uh, yeah. Good," Rob said, glad that Shelly had quickly bypassed an awkward moment. "Well," Rob said, standing back and beginning his diagnosis, "on the one hand, you may simply be having an allergic reaction that, for some reason, is limited to your breasts." Sensing the examination was over, Shelly promptly reclaimed her towel. "On the other hand," Rob continued, "perhaps somehow this beetle's sting has induced some sort of breast hypertrophy. There are reported cases of breast hypertrophy, but they are relatively rare. Typically the subject is just entering puberty, and she usually develops over the course of a few months. If you don't have any other adverse effects from the beetle's sting. Then I don't see any need for any alarm. If this is an allergic reaction, maybe the swelling will go down. In the case of hypertrophy, sometimes, hormonal therapy can reduce the effects, but typically, a reduction is recommended. As of right now, judging by Mark's reaction as well as Shelly's, I might lean towards allergic reaction or something beyond my studies. The only thing I can suggest is that we round up a few of those beetles. If we're going to come up with an antidote, although in Shelly's case..."

"Very funny," Donna said, giving Rob a poke in the ribs.

"As I was saying," Rob continued, "Donna and I will head out tomorrow and try to capture a few to bring home with us."

"Okay, sounds great." agreed Shelly. "Now, can you excuse me?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry," Rob said sheepishly. He and Donna exited the tent, leaving the still silent Mark.

"Honey, I'm sorry I was such a jerk on the way back," he began. "The sting really burned, but I had no idea what you were going through. I mean..." he trailed off as he motioned towards Shelly's hidden bosom. "Are you okay? Did it hurt?" he questioned.

"I'm fine," Shelly answered, lowering the towel. "It's really scary to have your boobs grow like this," she continued inspecting the meaty mounds projecting from her chest. "It didn't really hurt, it was just...scary. My shirt was tightening up, and it got harder to breathe...I thought I was having a seizure or something, especially with the way you were carrying on. After I figured out that it was my breasts growing, I was freaked out, but I realized I wasn't in any pain. Then I was worried they weren't going to stop!"

With just himself and Shelly in the tent, Mark was getting his first good look at Shelly's enlarged bosom. "How could I not notice?" he asked aloud.

"They weren't this big while we were walking back", Shelly explained, "and my vest was hiding it. Besides, you were pretty preoccupied. They were still growing while you were talking to Rob."

Mark stared unashamedly at Shelly's topless form. After giving him a moment, she crossed her arms with her hands at her collarbone. The bulk of her breasts extended just outside her elbows. "Would you like to see them again?" she teased.

Mark swallowed dryly.

"Would you like to touch them?" she said, drawing her hands down cover her nipples, squeezing her mounds of flesh into her ribcage.

Just over an hour later, Mark and Shelly emerged from the tent, looking more than a little disheveled. Rob and Donna were preparing dinner, discussing the days events with the recently arrived Aquito. As they finished relating the story of Shelly's run in with the blue beetles, Mark and Shelly walked up. Beneath Mark's borrowed T-shirt, Shelly's abundant attributes bounced, confirming the incredulous story in Aquito's mind. "Perhaps you have received a blessing from the Milk-Goddess," he said to Shelly, who blushed at the unaccustomed attention to her breasts. "Night is coming soon. I will seek the Alligator Woman. She may be able to help, if you like." With that, Aquito headed towards the village, into the fading light.

The next morning, as the four gathered around the fire pit to make coffee, Mark mentioned that his shoulder felt a bit better. Billowing under a borrowed T-shirt, it was unspoken but obvious that Shelly's breasts were still huge.

"Any change?" Rob asked anyway.

"I haven't gotten any smaller, I can tell you that," Shelly returned.

During their continental breakfast, Rob reasserted his intention to capture a blue beetle. "I don't think either of you are in any real danger," Rob explained, "generally insect bites, snake venom and things of that nature act very quickly. Whatever effects the sting is going to have has most probably played itself out already."

"I don't think Mark wants you to find an antidote," Shelly mused, leaning her swollen bosom into Mark, who responded by choking on his coffee.

"Right," Rob agreed. "Whatever is in that beetle's sting is very powerful...and probably very marketable."

Throwing her hands up, Donna chimed in. "I was wondering when you'd finally get to that. Poor girl could have died, and as it is, it's not going to be easy for her to explain what happened here, and all you can think about is boobs!"

"Since when is having big boobs a handicap?" Rob asked Donna, while staring at her sizeable chest.

"I'm just yanking your chain, dear," Donna cooed.

"Who's up for the hunt?" Rob asked the group.

"I'm not sure I'm ready to go out running around through the jungle just yet," Shelly explained. "I'm occasionally losing my balance, thanks to that beetle."

"Yeah," Mark added, "after our hasty retreat yesterday, I'd like to make sure my gear is order first. We'll catch up with you later."

"Alright then," Rob said as he picked up an empty plastic container, "we'll just leave you two alone."

With Donna and Rob away, Shelly and Mark busied themselves by checking the gear, cleaning the camp, and making entries in their diaries. As morning stretched towards noon, the quiet was softly dispelled by the sound of an old woman's voice. Half singing and half chanting, the voice grew closer, as Mark and Shelly looked up from their tasks.

"Hello!" called Aquito's voice, on top of the woman's chanting.

"Must be the Alligator Woman," Shelly declared.

Aquito emerged from the trail leading to the village, accompanied by a smaller, much older female figure. Her long gray hair hung in thin braids, punctuated by bright colored beads. Her thin woven garments were covered in symbols bearing great resemblance to the carvings seen in the cave. Around her waist hung a belt with a collection of small sacks tied to it. A similar belt hung as a sash from one shoulder to the opposite hip.

"Hello my friends," Aquito called as Mark and Shelly came to meet them. He then used his native tongue to identify Mark and Shelly for the Alligator Woman.

While Mark, Shelly and Aquito exchanged pleasantries, the Alligator Woman stood silent and scrutinized Shelly from head to toe. Shelly began to feel uncomfortable, and asked, "should we introduce ourselves?"

"There is no need for that," explained Aquito. "The Alligator Woman understands that you do not speak the same language, and she is not interested in ceremony unless the gods require it. I have told her about your change," he said to Shelly. "She has come to provide medicine for those who want relief, and she has come to meet the Milk-Goddess."

"Milk-Goddess!?" Shelly exclaimed. "Who? Me?" she said, placing an open hand over her bounteous bosom.

"I did not think that I would find the Alligator Woman last night," Aquito explained. "When I arrived at the village, she was waiting for me on the speaking stone. She called to me 'you are here to take me to the Milk-Goddess', and she said that I should take her back to where I had come from. I have brought her here."

The Alligator Woman spoke up, addressing Shelly.

"She wishes for you to remove your shirt," Aquito translated. "She must know if you are the Milk-Goddess."

"I'm not the Milk-Goddess," Shelly protested, "and I don't like everyone staring at my breasts!"

The Alligator Woman spoke again, seemingly addressing Shelly's displeasure.

"She must examine you to understand what has happened," Aquito translated again. "If you are the Milk-Goddess, she must know. If you are not, she must know what medicine can cure you."

"Cure me?" Shelly uttered. "I'm not a goddess and I'm not sick."

"Honey," Mark soothed, "she's come to help. You have to admit, whatever has happened isn't normal. If anyone can help, or help us understand, it's probably her."

Mark, removed his own shirt, and turned to display the red blotch on his still throbbing shoulder. The Alligator Woman inched closer to Mark, squinting at the visual remains of the beetle's sting. She touched the mark lightly. Then began tracing shapes around it, singing and chanting. Eventually, she open a small pouch from her belt, removed a root and began to chew on it. Minutes later, she spat a paste into her hand, and pressed it into Mark's shoulder.

She took Mark's right hand, pulled it over and across to his left shoulder, and made him hold the paste in place. By then, Mark could already feel a cooling sensation on his skin. "Hey," he exclaimed, "that feels pretty good. Thank you."

The Alligator Woman seemed to understand and harrumphed an acknowledgement. She was again focused on Shelly and her expanded breasts. She began motioning to Shelly to remove her shirt. Instead, Shelly produced her hand, palm open to show the mark of the beetle's sting. Where Mark's shoulder bore a palm sized redness, Shelly's palm was unblemished except for a tiny scarlet dot. The Alligator Woman gave the spot a cursory glance, then spoke in an annoyed manner.

"She says the mark is of no consequence," Aquito interpreted. "She does not understand why you do not allow her to help you when you are clearly worried by the change you have had."

"Oh, alright," Shelly sighed. "I'm just not used to ..." the Alligator Woman cut her off with a hurrying gesture. Shelly pulled off her T-shirt, and again her breasts were exposed.

Rob and Donna followed the path toward the cave, keeping their eyes open for any sign of the blue beetles.

"Rob, come here," Donna shouted, "I think this might be one." Almost as soon as Rob came up behind her, the beetle lazily took flight. "Oh shit!" muttered Donna as they watched it fly away.

"It's pretty slow," Rob observed. "Let's go after it."

Rob and Donna hustled after the beetle as it floated slowly through the humidity. Keeping their eyes on the beetle, they stumbled on roots as they wandered off the path, until the beetle sank beyond a large fallen log.

"I saw it land!" Donna called as she hopped onto the trunk, and added a startled yell as she slipped off the crest.

Donna fell headlong into a medium sized mound of dirt, and found herself covered in the blue beetles, as well as the sticky white liquid that oozed from the mound. As she lay there, she could feel countless tiny pinpricks of the beetles' stingers, some even through her short coveralls. "Oh shit," she muttered, as she scrambled off the mound, picking up a several more stings along the way. Standing up, gingerly brushing the remaining beetles off her self, Donna could see that she had fallen right into the beetles' nest. "OH SHIT!" she repeated.

Rob came over the trunk after hearing Donna's fall. Her back was turned to him, and she stopped moving just as he approached. "Are you OK?" he asked, scooping up a few beetles and some dirt with the plastic container, and snapping the lid shut .

Donna gasped loudly in response, and put her hand to her chest. A warm, tingling sensation had flooded her breasts, and the intensity increased to a point that balanced between pleasure and pain.

"Are you OK?" Rob repeated after he screwed the lid onto the jar, and turned Donna around. Although she was a little dirty, she looked fine, other than the stunned expression on her face. Donna's other hand slowly joined the first on her chest. Rob watched inquisitively, first studying Donna's face, then moving down to her hands. As he examined his silent girlfriend, Rob noticed that the front of her coveralls was moving slowly towards him, while Donna stood still.

Donna was one step ahead of Rob, and as her bust ballooned within her coveralls, the crotch rose up between her legs. "Oh my god!" Donna exclaimed, feeling her swelling chest.

"Wait now, let's not panic," Rob admonished Donna.

"You saw what happened to Shelly with only one sting! I'm already bigger than her...and I fell into the whole damn nest!" Donna undid the bib on her coveralls, revealing that she her breasts were, as she said, already bigger than Shelly's - and she was still growing. "Oh my god, what the hell is happening to me? I've got to get the hell out of here," Donna said as she scrambled over the trunk. She immediately began to run back to camp, holding a swelling breast in each hand.

Absolutely speechless, Rob followed after her.

Donna's handfuls had quickly become an armful, as she and Rob hurried along the path. Donna stopped for a moment to undo the clasp of her bra. Though her breasts had quickly grown out and over the cups, she had to relieve the binding of the shoulder straps. She let the shoulder straps fall down off her shoulders, but the bra was still held to her chest by the undersides of her enlarging breasts. Rob could see that without the support of Donna's hands, the bottoms of her breasts were nearly to her waist, and peeking out from under her T-shirt.

Soon her nipples emerged from the bottom of her T-shirt, and all Donna could do was try to contain the wobbling of her now massive breasts. Donna's breasts continued to swell, her shirt riding up above the fullest width of her expanding bosom.

Coming up alongside his rapidly developing girlfriend, Rob was amazed by the expanse of white flesh that was threatening to overwhelm Donna. As Donna struggled with her ever-increasing breasts, Rob observed that her nipples were growing in proportion.

"Can I help?" Rob asked.

"Make it stop!" Donna pleaded. She tried holding her arms under her breasts, but their great bulk kept rolling off to the sides. Squeezing them together only helped momentarily, as her breasts slipped down between her arms and bumped into her thighs.

When she felt her knees bumping into the undersides of her breasts, Donna began to seriously entertain the notion that her growing bust might immobilize her. She pressed on, ignoring the plants and branches that brushed against her monstrous breasts. She was using the entire length of her leg to move each giant breast as the camp finally came into view.

The Alligator Woman examined Shelly's breasts and continued speaking, her words directed at no one in particular.

"There was a terrible season," Aquito deciphered, "and our people were suffering. The gods were angry that season, and they punished our people. Enough punishment for a village full of lifetimes." The Alligator Woman continued looking over Shelly's breasts, and she continued her story, echoed by Aquito. "The Hurricane God had come, and she was angry. The Mountain God was also angry, and had covered our fields with mud. The Water God also punished our people. The Water God can punish with rain and storms and floods, and the Water God can punish when he leaves. That terrible season, the Water God left our people."

The Alligator Woman had paused, and Mark asked "when did this happen?"

"We do not know of time in the same way that you do," Aquito explained. "The stories of our people are told from generation to generation, and there is always a medicine woman to explain the stories and to explain the actions of the gods. We have just come through a terrible time...hurricanes and some drought...but we have learned many things from the Americans and the others. Otherwise, we might be needing the Milk Goddess."

The Alligator Woman placed a small, withered hand gently on the underside of one of Shelly's breasts. She continued her story as her other hand cupped the opposite breast.

"Food was becoming hard to find. The fish did not want to swim in the river that was choked with the mud from the Mountain God. The plants could not grow without the water. Our men could not hunt or rebuild our shelters when they became weak with hunger," Aquito continued his translation. "The animals were leaving our people, looking for food elsewhere. Those that did not leave also became weak. Disease began to spread. It was terrible, until the Milk Goddess."

The Alligator Woman had begun moving her hands over the expanse of Shelly's breasts, continuing her story, told through Aquito.

"When the body becomes weak, it is mother's milk that can return the strength, even in a grown man. But even the women who had borne children had become weak. It became hard for them to feed their babies. They could not also feed their families from the breast."

The drone of the voices and the movement of the Alligator Woman's hands on her breasts had soothed Shelly. The Alligator Woman and Aquito continued. "A young woman went into the rain forest and prayed to the gods. She offered herself in sacrifice, and the gods took pity upon her. She had not been with child, but the gods gave her the gift of mother's milk. The gods had made her one of them, as her breasts contained enough milk to feed all of our people."

Shelly yelped and jumped back, covering her breasts with her arms. "That hurt!" she cried. Without warning, the Alligator Woman had squeezed both her nipples.

The Alligator Woman spoke briskly to Aquito and gestured at Shelly's breasts and the clearing around them.

"She says you are not the Milk Goddess," Aquito explained. "She says that so abundant were the gifts the gods bestowed on the Milk Goddess that she could not leave the forest. She says you are too small to be the Milk Goddess, and you do not give milk."

"Too small?" Shelly blurted out. "I may be a lot of things, but these breasts are hardly small!"

The Alligator Woman continued speaking and gesturing. "She says that this is the place where the Milk Goddess called to our people. Her bounty was so great, that the Milk Goddess could not walk. Our people found her here, and here they carried the sick and the weak to drink from her kindness."

"I'd rather not be that big," Shelly declared. "So I'm sorry I'm not your Milk Goddess."

"What happened to the Milk Goddess?" asked Mark.

Aquito relayed the question to the somewhat frustrated Alligator Woman. She answered at length, and Aquito relayed back to Mark and Shelly. "The Milk Goddess nourished our people until everyone was healthy again. It is said that she was sent to nourish the Chosen One. The Chosen One was amongst our people and would not have lived without the Milk Goddess, he would not have been able to lead our people in the fight against the outsiders. After she saved our people and the Chosen One, she went to the sky."

"Went to the sky?" asked Shelly.

"It is said that the Milk Goddess joined the gods in the sky. It is the story that is told in the cave," Aquito answered, pointing up the trail that led to the cave. As he pointed, the noise of a struggle emanated from the path, just out of sight.

Donna finally reached the end of the trail, and entered the clearing that was their camp. Exhausted, she fell forward into the twin masses of her ever expanding breasts. She knelt into her own cleavage, arms spread wide on the tremendous orbs of flesh that grew out of her chest. Her hands lay near her nipples, but the expansion slowly moved them out of Donna's reach.

"Oh my God," Donna said, "please stop. Please, I'm too big!" She appeared to be trying to restrain the growth with her hands, to no avail.

Rob emerged from the path and knelt beside Donna and her tremendous ballooning breasts, trying to comfort her. "She fell into a nest full of 'em," he explained. Mark and Shelly watched silently as Donna's breasts expanded.

Donna's shirt remained rolled up under her armpits, as she knelt into her swelling mounds of flesh. The bulk of each breast was bigger than the rest of Donna, and her nipples would easily fill her hands, if she could have reached them. Her continuing growth was visible to all, including the Alligator Woman, who began singing at the sight of Donna's enlarging mammaries.

"She says it is her," said Aquito, "she believes that Donna is the Milk Goddess."

Donna's continued pleading with her breasts paid off a few minutes later, when the growth slowed then stopped. The others still stood silent, excepting the Alligator Woman's chanting, as Donna stood up. Her breasts never left the ground, as the twin masses spread in front of her. Her nipples sat just above knee level, just over five feet past Donna's toes. She stood in mute shock, staring at her preposterous breasts.

"What are we going to do?" pondered Mark. The photographic field trip had taken a few unexpected turns. "How are we going to get her out of here?"

"Donna?" Rob asked quietly, "are you okay?"

"No," sobbed Donna, "Look at me! What the hell happened to me?"

Again, Rob whipped out his bedside manner. "Listen to me honey," he began, "are you in any pain?"

Donna sobbed softly to herself for a bit. "No," she replied.

"Okay, that's good. We're going to get you out of here," he continued smoothly, "we'll get you home and we'll fix everything, I promise." Donna was too overwhelmed to argue, and dropped to her knees, sinking into her yards of flesh.

Mark and Rob stepped away for a few moments to discuss a plan of action, leaving Shelly to comfort Donna. It was obvious that Donna could not walk under her own power. The trail back to the river was too narrow for her breasts to squeeze through even if she could. "How soon can we get a helicopter out here?" Mark asked Aquito.

"Could be tomorrow, maybe a week," Aquito explained. "Use the radio in the village and someone can help you."

"First things first," Rob interrupted. "We've got to take care of Donna while we're waiting. If we're talking a few days, we've got to be able to shelter her from the sun during the day and give her a place to sleep at night." At Donna's present size, the two-man tents the couple's brought could not accomodate her.

With the help of Aquito and a few villagers, Rob and Mark constructed a shelter for Donna and her enormous breasts. It was little more than four posts and a thatched roof, but it was enough to protect Donna's vast expanse of white skin from sunburn and rain. The shelter also featured a rough hewn, wooden floor covered with a grass mat, so that Donna didn't have to rest on the cold ground at night.

Donna could walk backwards, and draggd her immense breasts over a blanket, but it was obviously a tremendous strain. With Rob and Aquito on one side and Mark and Shelly on the other, they lifted the fabric and Donna's gargantuan mammaries into the shelter.

The uneven surface helped stimulate the blood flow on the undersides of her monumental lobes, preventing bedsores. The free standing structure was about 12 feet by 12 feet, allowing Donna to turn about her center of gravity (which now resided some four feet in front of it's previous location) and still remain sheltered.

A makeshift curtain made of a combination of woven grass and an extra tarp allowed Donna to have some privacy, and a bench stacked on some cases provided a table over her breasts for mealtime.

That night, Rob shared the shelter with Donna, and, late into the darkness, unusual sounds emanated from behind the shelter's drawn curtain.

First thing the next morning, after a very quick breakfast, Mark and Shelly headed to the village to secure transportation home for Donna. As she expected in the village, Shelly was the subject of repeated pointing and staring. Although Aquito wasn't translating, Mark and Shelly understood that everyone was talking about Donna. "They want to visit the Milk Goddess," Aquito explained.

On the radio, Mark had not given every detail, just that the helicopter needed to hoist a 12 foot by 12 foot by 10 foot structure to the river banks. He also made arragements for a large boat to greet them there when the helicopter came. After using the radio, Mark and Shelly returned to the camp. On the trail ahead of them walked a single woman and her baby. The woman looked sickly and thin, yet she was making the pilgrimage like the others.

The baby began to cry, and Shelly felt a twinge within her enlarged breasts. Upon hearing a small gurgling sound, Mark asked Shelly, "are you hungry already? I can hear your stomach rumbling."

"That's not my stomach," Shelly answered quietly.

The baby cried once more, and again Mark heard a gurgling sound coming from Shelly.

"What was that?" he questioned.

"That's not my stomach," she said through clenched teeth.

"It's not mine," he shot back, a little exasperated.

"It's not my stomach, it's my boobs!" explained Shelly.

"What?" was all Mark could say. "What?" he repeated.

The baby cried again, and this time they could hear two distinct gurgling sounds, one from within each of Shelly's swollen breasts. Both Shelly and Mark stared into her cleavage exposed in the neckline of the borrowed garment. Though Shelly's breasts had grown - and grown quickly - just a few days earlier, outside of their enlarged dimensions they were healthy breasts in every respect, soft and natural looking. Now Shelly's breasts had begun to swell up. The gurgling noises continued and her breasts rounded out, becoming firmer with each passing second. The buttons on her vest began to gap, and she quickly unfastened them, releasing her ballooning bosom.

"I think they're filling with milk," said an amazed Shelly. Her nipples had darkened since she had seen them last, and they had expanded as well. The baby's cries emanated from the distance once more, and Shelly's bosom responded with another round of gurgles and another increase in size. They had each become the size of her head, distending almost straight out from her chest, swollen firm with milk. Shelly felt the sides of her bloated bosom, surprised by the tautness of her skin.

The baby's cry came once more, but from further in the distance. Shelly grit her teeth and inhaled sharply as her breasts filled to capacity. "It feels like I'm going to burst!" she exclaimed. Instinctively she began to manipulate her nipples, trying to induce her milk to letdown. Her efforts were quickly rewarded, as milk began to flow almost immediately. The continued gurgling from within her udders let Mark know that the pressure was increasing, although Shelly didn't share the fact aloud. He stood there silently watching the scene unfold, too dumbfounded to even take pictures.

The crying baby disappeared somewhere in the distance, and the pressure within Shelly's breasts finally leveled off. She stood on a circle of ground soaked with her own milk, still draining her udders. Eventually she looked up from her efforts, "which way was that baby going?" she asked.

"To our camp, probably," Mark answered. "Why?" he questioned, wondering if Shelly was planning on feeding the infant.

"Donna!" came Shelly's response. Mark quickly gathered his gear and Shelly tried futilely to re-button the vest. It would take a lot more milking to completely empty her milky mammaries, but there was no time now. They both ran as quickly as Shelly's endowments would allow, hoping to intercept the baby before it's cries reached Donna.

In the distance ahead, they could hear the baby once more. Again, Shelly's breasts responded with another round of intense lactation that quickly filled the volume she had previously emptied. She was now milking herself as they marched towards camp. Mark could again hear the bubbling sounds of Shelly's over-driven breasts.

"I don't know if I can keep up," Shelly declared.

"I can slow down," Mark offered, "or I can run ahead."

"I can walk," she retorted in exasperation, "I'm talking about my milk! This is really starting to hurt."

Mark looked at Shelly, who's breasts had now had swollen nearer to the dimensions of watermelons, only rounder. Her skin was tight with the burden of her milk. Shelly's arms supported her bloated bosom from underneath, and her fingers were feverishly rolling her nipples, eliciting a constant stream of milk. Her shorts and her legs had become wet with the milk that dripped as they walked.

"We're almost there," Shelly said, "I think I can..."

She was cut short by the sound of the baby's cry, followed by a low rumbling that drowned out the gurgling in her bloated bosom.

"Thunder?" queried Mark.

"Donna!" gasped Shelly. She then fell to her knees moaning, consumed with task of relieving her bulging breasts. She was mercilessly squeezing and kneading the ends of her breasts, spraying milk in all directions.

Donna lay sleeping in the late morning warmth, laying on her back between her mammoth mammaries. The cries of a baby approached from the trail, but the sound did not wake her. A gentle shaking roused her briefly from her sleep. And she opened one eye, seeing only the grass roof of her shelter, and the two enormous mounds of her breasts rising on either side of her. Though she couldn't see them, she felt her nipples become erect.

Now she heard the baby's cry, quiet and distant.

Donna felt the rumbling begin deep within her monumental breasts. The feeling ran from each base out toward the nipple like a wave. She could feel her breasts shudder with the force. Only a moment later, her breasts began to grow again.

"Oh shit, what now?" pleaded Donna, her thin arms trying to hold her breasts still. The quaking continued, increasing in intensity, and bigger and bigger her breasts swelled. The baby cried once more, and again a thunderous groan emanated from Donna's twin behemoths. Her huge nipples arose from the fleshy mounds and stiffened painfully. She struggled quickly to get onto her feet, afraid of being trapped under her own mountains of flesh.

The baby cried again, and Donna answered with a cry of her own, frightened by the force that she was powerless to stop. The sound and the tremors continued to increase along with the size of her breasts. Donna was forced to step back as her breasts threatened to overwhelm her.

Rob came out of his tent, halfway through changing his clothes, startled by the noise and Donna's cry. He could see the grasses of Donna's shelter shaking, and the tarp bulging out. He drew the tarp aside, and the sight astounded him. Donna looked like she was hanging on to her breasts for dear life, as she lay on her shaking flesh mountains. "Please stop, please stop, I'm too big," Donna whispered over and over.

The baby cried once more, just outside the clearing, eliciting another thunderous response from Donna's almighty mammaries. Donna was now on her toes, about to be lifted off her feet by her expanding flesh. Rob watched the sight in awe.

"Unnnhhh..." Donna began moaning, "it hurts, oh it hurts...."

"What is it?" Rob asked, feeling completely helpless.

"The pressure..." Donna answered through her clenched teeth, "it hurts..."

Rob could see the skin of Donna's breasts starting to strain. No longer pliable, her immense endowments had become taut. Although the scale was far greater than any he had ever seen, Rob knew from his studies that Donna's breasts were engorged with milk.

As Donna's swelling bulk was threatening to overgrow the dimensions, he moved around the outside of the shelter to her nipples. Rounding the bend of one behemoth breast, he could see the outsized, erect nipple and could tell both it and her aureole had grown darker. The darkened cone was just above chest height, trembling with the activity deep within Donna's breasts. Rob made a mental note that even at their exaggerated size, Donna's breasts still retained their usual slight uptilt.

"Rob, please..." Donna implored from behind her quivering bulk. He responded by surrounding one nipple with both hands, and firmly rolling it back and forth. He was instantly rewarded with several fountains of milk, drenching his light weight clothing.

"I should have seen that coming," Rob muttered to himself, and continued slowly twisting Donna's giant nipple between his palms. The flow of milk grew steady, and the geysers beat against his chest.

"Ohhhh," moaned Donna, "please...the other one too."

Rob quickly switched to her other nipple, which had already begun dripping milk. Donna's milk began to flow in earnest, and she relaxed into a meditative state. Rob stepped back from Donna's streaming milk to find a malnourished woman holding a baby. Rob began to draw the curtain around the shelter, when Donna told him to stop.

"It's okay," Donna intoned, completely relaxed. Even through the language difference, the woman understood, and brought her baby towards the least torrential flow of milk. The baby let out another cry, and Donna followed suit, as her milk began to spray from her nipples. Her milk was showering Rob and the woman with her baby, her nipples bouncing feverishly with another temblor coursing through her breasts. Undaunted, the mother brought her baby to one colossal nipple. Although Donna couldn't see around her milky girth, she knew exactly what was happening. When the baby's lips found a suitable spot on her nipple, Donna sighed quietly. Soon she felt the lips of the mother joining the baby's.

"Umm..." Rob began, unsure what to do.

"It's okay..." Donna repeated in the calmest voice Rob had ever heard. "Please, the other..." Donna offered. Rob hesitated until Donna added again, "please." Stepping to the other breast, Rob leaned towards the leaking nipple, placed his mouth on the end and drew in the white flow.

Mark and Shelly entered the camp, just as two rivulets of Donna's milk joined at their feet into a single stream and began running down the path. Shelly's breasts, now swollen to an uncomfortable girth, continued to shower milk, and her milk joined Donna's in a journey down to the village.

Close behind them came other villagers, either come to investigate the noise or to see if the Milk Goddess did exist. Soon they all followed the stream of milk that extended from the camp down to the village.

The Milk Goddess welcomed everyone to feed from her bounty, and everyone accepted her invitation.

At mid afternoon, Donna's milk showed no signs of letting up, though the rumblings and growth spurts had stopped. Visitors began decorating her shelter with flowers, weavings and other small tokens of their appreciation. Donna was waited upon hand and foot, as eager villagers seemed to understand her requests, despite the language barrier. Mark and Shelly captured the occasion on film, and for a time found it hard not to join the revelry.

Eventually, seeing the situation was under control, Shelly and Mark headed off for a more secluded spot, where Mark worshipped his own personal Milk Goddess.

At the camp, the bacchanalia of mother's milk continued until sundown, when the villagers finally returned to their homes, elated and satiated, following the small white river that flowed down the path.

Mark and Shelly had retired long before the camp grew quiet, and Rob joined Donna in her shelter for the night. Despite the day's events, Rob found Donna to be alert and lucid. She was definitely 'Donna' and not, as Rob had feared, the unusually calm and benevolent Milk Goddess. Her memories of the day were hazy at best, but Rob was glad that she seemed herself again. Though the villager's celebration had ceased, neither Donna's flow of milk nor Rob's exclusive ceremony had ended.

Early the next morning, the villager's began to return. Mark, Rob and Shelly could not dissuade the villagers from their celebration. "Please," Donna intoned peacefully, slowly stroking her bosom's field of white flesh, "all are welcome to enjoy my gifts." They could see that Donna had once again become the Milk Goddess, and Rob looked more than a little disappointed. Her milk, which continued to trickle all night long, had swollen her breasts to the capacity of the shelter. The sides of her mammary mountains billowed over the sides of the platform, and her nipples hovered almost as high as her head, some three feet past the shelter's end. At each nipple stood a line of patient villagers, each awaiting their turn to draw from the Milk Goddess' bounty.

Rob stood next to Donna, who stood tirelessly upright, even though she had spent the night and the day before on her feet. He looked at her face, entertaining his mixed feelings about the peaceful expression she exhibited. Donna seemed completely contented to stay in the rain forest as the Milk Goddess. Rob was no longer sure how he could follow through on his promise to make everything all right again. Donna's colossal breasts could not explained by medical science, but he knew it would be his job to try.

Rob was snapped out of his reverie by a low, thumping sound. He placed an ear to Donna's giant breast, but heard nothing. He stepped out of the shelter and looked up to see a helicopter lowering down to the clearing, a ladder and some other cables dangling underneath. The villagers continued their festival unabated.

He and Rob fastened the cables to the outer corners of the shelter's roof, and Rob lashed himself to the support post nearest Donna. Mark and Shelly carried what they could in their backpacks, including the photographic gear and the container of the blue beetles, and ascended the ladder to the waiting helicopter. The helicopter lifted the curious payload, and Donna milk continued it's torrential flow. The rotors sprayed Donna's milk back to the ground, covering the villagers with a soft, white rain.

Then the Milk Goddess returned to the sky.