Rose stepped into the tiny shower under the hot stream of water and ran her fingers through her frizzy hair. Gods, the water felt good - but a long, hot shower always relaxed her after a stressful day...and this day, she grimaced, qualified as that pretty damn well. The trickles of hot running down her back from her head slowly began to untense the muscles there.

Then she turned around to rinse the front and bopped both breasts into the cold tile of the shower.

With a yip, she quickly backed up a step, then sighed. It was going to take a lot to get used to these basketballs on her chest - assuming they were here to stay.

Now that was a thought: Maybe they'd, well, deflate just as magically as they'd inflated. Heck, she could wake up tomorrow and find that she could fit right back in her A-cups. After all, nothing on the label said the effect was permanent.

Of course, nothing on the label said anything at all about blowing-up women's breasts like balloons either...or turning guys into equally inflated women...or making those breasts so sensitive just having someone touching them made you come.

Actually, useful information on the bottle was definitely on the thin side...just the rather noncommittal "fills you up and fills you out."

While she was thinking all this, her breasts had been in the full path of the water and, almost without her noticing, she was becoming very, very aroused. Her nipples once again hardened to two huge, throbbing prongs at the ends of her flushed breasts and before she realized what she was doing, her hands reached up to massage them.

Standing there, under the shower, she began to fantasize:

A man was in the shower with her, behind her. Not any one in particular - she couldn't even "see" his face - but she somehow knew that he was what her body wanted, somehow could "feel" that he was tall and strong, that he was very male, that he was very close...

His hands gently soaped her back, making small circles as they both washed and massaged. She could feel her tight shoulder muscles begin to relax. Then she could feel the hands moving down the length of her back to firmly squeeze her rounded butt. Rose gasped as they then they slid around her hips and up to her stomach, pulling her close against him.

She could feel him nuzzling her neck. Feel his strong chest against her back and his hard cock pulsing against her ass as his hands slid up even further to work her breasts. She could feel those hands squeeze and cup...feel the palms sink into the firm tit-flesh...feel the fingers teasingly swirl around her areolas...feel the thumbs as they lightly pinched her swollen nips...

...all thoughts went out of her head and she let out a half-gasp, half-moan as her slender fingers rubbed and tugged and squeezed her hypersensitive nips. Even the fantasy dimmed as hot arousal filled her mind.

She dropped to her knees without conscious thought - while equally unconsciously managing to keep her huge tits in the downpouring stream of water. Her massaging became more frantic as her breath came in shorter and shorter pants. She felt the immense pressure of an orgasm build up both deep within her belly and filling her enormous breasts. Seconds later, that pressure burst her into an orgasm so strong she screamed. As waves of pleasure crashed through her, senses dimmed and she found herself tipping backwards to slump against the shower wall.

It was several minutes before she'd pulled herself together enough to get back up. And only then because the water was beginning to grow cold. Adjusting the temperature, she quickly - if carefully - re-soaped up and rinsed off before the hot water ran out completely. It looked like touching each other wasn't the only thing they'd have to be careful about.

Toweling herself dry a couple of minutes later, she hoped no one had heard her scream.

It took less than two minutes for Rose to discover she could no longer sleep on her front.

She sighed and rolled over onto her back - a process slowed by the sheer inertia of her big breasts. While they slowly swayed to a stop above her, she spent the time counting the "decorative" (not her opinion of them) holes in the ceiling tiles above her - the latest version of "counting sheep" she'd been using on sleepless nights. It worked about as well as such things usually do. Which is to say, fifteen minutes later, she was still wide awake.

Sighing again, she sat up and swung her long legs off the side of the bed, now intent on going to the kitchen to get a glass of milk in the hopes that it would help her sleep. Not warm milk, mind - she hated warm milk - but milk none-the-less.

Even though she got up slowly, her chest still bounced about for several seconds after she was standing. She grabbed the big white shirt that she used as a "robe" in the warm season, put it on and tried to button it.

"Tried" is the operative word here.

Disgusted, she thought the hell with it and headed for the kitchen, shirt wide open and flapping behind her. Everyone was asleep anyway.

Heading through the living room to the kitchen, she paused to look at Chris and shuddered. In the dim light and at this angle, literally nothing was visible besides his...her...head and the monstrous mountains that began their rise beneath her chin, gently rocked with Chris's breathing, and covered the whole width of the futon.

She tip-toed into the kitchen, then quietly got herself a glass and poured the milk by the light of the refrigerator. Sipping it, she looked back at Chris - at this new angle, now a pair of legs poking out from beneath a pair of bean-bag-chairs wrapped in a coat.

God! Forget about me and Miyuki, what is Chris going to do?

While it had taken Rose those two minutes, Miyuki figured out even before she had laid down that sleeping on her front was out. But then, she stuck out five inches further than Rose did and "forgetting" about her new breast size wasn't even vaguely possible.

Lying on her back, her vast tits tented up the blanket so high not only couldn't she see her feet, she could barely see half the ceiling. Every little movement she made started a waterbed-sized shimmy across her breasts. Given how big they were, she was surprised she could even breath lying under the things: They ought to be crushing her. But while she definitely felt the soft, warm, heavy weight of her two boob-mountains, it didn't seem to be causing her any discomfort. Quite the opposite, in fact. The feeling of her massive tits gently pressing her deeper into the bed was oddly comforting...dream-like...relaxing...

...and if her mind hadn't been in a near-panic stricken whirl, wondering how she was going to live with two monstrously hyper-inflated balloons for breasts, she would have been sloshed to sleep almost as soon as her head had hit the pillow.

The sheer amount of worry now running through her mind threatened to dwarf the sheer amount of tit that had created it. She was terrified at the very notion of going outside where people could see her now freakishly huge breasts - not that she could go outside, because she didn't have anything that would fit now, at least, up top. Rose's problem was bad enough: Her new tits matched those of strippers with a whole aquarium of saline pumped in. She wouldn't be able to go anywhere without drawing attention.

But Miyuki's own chest was well beyond anything humanly - or surgically - possible! She wouldn't just draw attention - she draw an entire crown! And how was she going to fit these behind the wheel of her Civic?

They wouldn't fit behind the wheel of a Greyhound bus!

Now feeling too warm, she kicked the blankets aside and stretched before settling back down. Vaguely she heard Rose showering - with added sounds that indicated getting clean wasn't all she was doing in there - then after a little while, Miyuki heard her leave the bathroom and go to her own bedroom. Not quite fifteen minutes later, came the sound of Rose getting up again and going to the kitchen followed by the sound of the fridge opening. She just hoped all the noise didn't wake Chris.

Miyuki sighed, tried to wiggle deeper into the bed - which created a most impressive tit-quake - and tried to think of something, anything other than her new breasts so that she could get to sleep. Naturally, this proved impossible. Trying to deliberately not think of something is, at best, an almost guaranteed way to think about it...

...and this effect proves, sadly, to only be exacerbated when that "something" is two beachball-sized boobs swaying above you on your chest.

Still, she was very tired; it had been a long and "eventful" day and you can only be panicked for so long. So - still trying to decide what she was going to wear...and what difference that would make if she couldn't get up the nerve to go out in public with her new figure - her breathing slowed and her eyes closed. But in spite of her desire to sleep, her hands kept reaching up to, well, stroke her new breasts. The warm gentle pressure of tit above her slowly changed to the warm pressure of arousal.

Strange images flitted through her mind. Someone - some man - was in the room with her, quietly settling down on the foot of the bed. He seemed to look - at times - like her ex-boyfriend Richard. Then someone else - and someone else again. All the "someones," though, were handsome and strong. He moved to her and began to stroke her slim legs, hands gradually sliding farther and farther up. Without thought, her legs spread and he slid between them, his head lowering towards her hips.

She felt his lips touch her cunt. His tongue darted to tease her clitoris; quickly swirling around it, then pulling back. Miyuki gasped and half lifted off the bed. Then her legs wrapped around his head and back squeezing him and drawing him firmly against her wet pussy.

Now he was eating her with a mouth of near-mythical competence. Miyuki went from near-sleep to extreme pre-orgasmic arousal in seconds. Her breath came in hard gasping pants as her body flushed. Her nipples turned to red-hot steel as her hands stopped stroking the giant sides of her breasts and grabbed - and squeezed - the throbbing points of pleasure.

Miyuki came hard. So hard that she couldn't even make a sound as orgasm turned her body to fire. Slowly...gradually...haltingly it began to fade. Her hands lost their death-grip on her nipples and her arms fell back to the bed. Her breathing calmed. Her heart spun-down from hummingbird, to racing, to slow steady beats...

...and, quite without realizing it was happening, she dropped off to sleep...

In the living room, deeply asleep, Chris dreamed strange dreams.

He - for he was still a "he" in his dream - was in an endless room of green, with mists and fogs and odd clouds obscuring the walls. Into the room around him flowed dozens of women, all versions of either Rose or Miyuki, all with breasts that ranged from "modest" double-D's to softly swaying beachballs.

They surrounded him, pressing their breasts against his naked body as he moved within the diminishing circle not filled with these women. Chris was torn between cock-hardening lust at the touch of all these beautiful women - and the deep dream-fear that something was coming.

The fear, though, could not fight the arousal forever as the women continued to touch him, to stroke him, to shyly offer him a full, full breast. Chris could feel his cock getting harder than he could ever remember it being and feel pressure building up within his loins for release.

There was a disturbance and one side of the wall of women surrounding him split apart to allow one more to enter. She was tall and beautiful, a curvaceous, sexy blond woman who majestically swayed towards him. And "swayed" was the correct term, for she had breasts impossibly large and round. Breasts each over three-feet in diameter hung high on her chest with nipples the size of golfballs pointing invitingly at him as each tit swung from side to side as she sashayed.

She was the most sexual woman Chris had ever seen, yet for some reason the fear came back.

As she strolled closer, the crowd of Roses and Miyukis began to close in again, gently moving him forwards toward her. Slim hands and huge breasts pushed him against her...pushed him into the depths of her cleavage...pushed him firmly against her smooth, curvy body. Chris felt his cock get even hard. In the odd, effortless way of dreams he felt it slide within her and he began to pump his hips against hers.

They each wrapped their arms around one another and held tightly. Their lips met and hungry kisses were exchanged. Hands stroked and hips pumped. Chris got closer and closer and closer, then could hold it back no more and came screaming into her. Mind-blinding dream-orgasm mixed and swirled with mind-deadening dream-terror that went on and on and on...

...on the futon, a sleeping Chris whimpered quietly beneath her inhumanly vast breasts...