Ten minutes later, they discovered Chris' weight had nearly doubled, to an absolutely absurd three-hundred and fifty-two pounds. They also found out Chris had - at the same time - lost almost three inches of height.

Impossibility piled on impossibility...

"I think we should go to the hospital," Miyuki said.

Rose just shook her head. The three of them were back in the living room, discussing what to do. Well, Rose and Miyuki were discussing - Chris just sat and vaguely stared out the window at the mountains.

"Mi, it wouldn't help. It's not like this is swelling from an allergic reaction or some thing and they can give us a cream to rub on these," she hefted a boob. Rose was still wearing nothing but panties and her hanging open "robe shirt." She'd tossed her clothes in a pile by the hall door when they came in. For some reason, it just didn't seem to be worth it to get dressed.

"Like I said, this violates every physical or biological law I know. We go to the doctor and say 'hey, yesterday we were A-cups and our friend here was a boy, then we drank a bottle of soda and our tits blew up, can you help us?' and the best help we're going to get is a security guard to show us the door."

She sighed.

"Keep pushing at it and that'll change to a squad of guards and some pretty white coats with those behind-the-back-tying arms. Best I can say about that is at least the coats won't fit."

"But Rose..." Miyuki tried.

"...I'm sorry, believe me, I'm sorry, but doctors aren't - can't - help us. This is so not a medical problem! Whatever that stuff did, it's got to be, well, magic is the only possible word. We need a...a witch or a wizard or god-dammed genie to fix this. Maybe if we can find out where that 'Gran Teton' stuff came from and who made it..."

"We won't," Chris said leadenly, then suddenly stood up and smashed the chair aside.

"Look at us," she said, voice no longer a monotone but an angry snarl. "Look at me!

She ripped her jacket open and threw it after the chair and stood there naked, vast breasts swaying.

"We're god-damned freaks! This is some 19^th century pervert's fucked-up idea of 'perfect women' or his idea of a good joke: 'Hah, hah! Look at the balloon-breasted women! Aren't they a riot?'"

Chris started to cry.

"We're never going to find out where that shit came from. We're never going to 'fix this'. Fuck, we're never going to be able to go outside again!"

"Chris...we can..." Rose began, moving towards her.

"NO!" She shouted. "It's not going to be alright! We're not going to get better. We're not going to be normal again. Our lives are over... dead... I'm dead. We're dead."

And with that, she lunged at Rose, as if she wanted to shake any possible words of comfort out of her.

Rose had time for a single "ah, shit!" before their breasts collided.

A major sexual rush, like with Miyuki the night before - only more so - exploded through their bodies. Both staggered, but Chris still managed to grab Rose. Instead of angry shaking, though, she hungrily pulled Rose deep within her epic cleavage and then began an almost howling moan.

Miyuki stood in shock for a moment, first at Chris's attack and then at the results. Her freeze broke and she moved to pull the two apart. But Chris wouldn't let go of Rose, who by now was hanging on the her almost as strongly. Miyuki finally pulled one hand loose and was rewarded by that hand gripping and ripping her sheet "dress" away from her breasts. Tit-skin to tit-skin contact was made and Miyuki's eyes went wide...

Rose felt two more giant breasts mush against her back. Arousal grew ten-fold and she screamed as it crashed through her like a tsunami. Her screams became a three-part harmony as it flowed through the others.

Well, that worked real well, she just managed to think.

The pleasure washed over her like the Niagra Falls, nearly pushing away all other sensory input. Still, Rose could feel another, different feeling rise within her breasts...a very familiar feeling. A glance at Miyuki and Chris showed they too were feeling this, as fear began fighting for space from ecstacy on their faces.

This feeling within their now sweat-covered breasts was warm, almost hot. An urge, a pressure, a stretching...

...they were growing again.

Rose's felt her breasts quickly e*x*p*a*n*d at least six inches, then slow their growth to a more leisurely pace - but one that felt as unstoppable as a glacier. This rapid plumping was mirrored on Chris and Miyuki and six tits squeezed ever tighter together, rising like mountains of bread-dough. Her breasts's continuous growth slowly forced Rose out of Chris's ever-deepening cleavage.

Rose wanted to stop...wanted to back up...wanted to get away from the others. She didn't want to get any bigger. None of them wanted to get any bigger! But she couldn't do it...couldn't move...it felt so good!!! Too good. Toooooo gooood...

All three girls continued to balloon - as did their orgasms. The vast expanse of boob-flesh piling up between slowly forced them back from one-another, as they expanded more and more. Soon, Rose's tits had grown bigger than Chris's had been, Miyuki's were twice that and Chris...Chris's were bumping the ceiling!

Now Chris's growth slowed slightly, as if to let the other two catch up. Within minutes, Miyuki's - then Rose's - boobs swelled against the ceiling as they matched Chris's size. Then her growth picked up again to the speed of the others and six balloon-like breasts continued their impossible inflation towards Hindenberg-dom.

All three of them were moaning - screaming! - in almost continually pleasure now and each felt there was no way they could possibly become any more aroused...even as their arousal continued to grow as rapidly as their tits.

There was very little of Rose's rational mind left in that orgasmic-sea of arousal. But what was left realized that they'd all gotten too big to move away from one another even if they could gather the willpower. And, anyway, almost all the space in the room was by now taken up with tit, so there was no place to move to. All the furniture in the room was being slid back and crushed against the wall by a rising mountain range of tit-flesh. They were filling the room...they weren't going to stop!

By now a hypothetical outside observer would see a room over two-thirds full of swelling, shaking, sweating boob-stuff. Six mounded mountains of taunt tit still expanding with every tick of the clock. If the observer was metaphorically minded, they might see it as a box stuffed with over-inflated balloons, each rapidly nearing its detonation point.

And as the growth of their tits forced the backs of each of the women against walls now cracking from the pressure, that detonation occurred...

It is simply not possible to describe what they felt as their collective orgasm peaked in an explosion of pure pleasure so powerful it whited everything else out of their heads for thirty long, delicious, impossible minutes. They should have blacked out, but the pleasure was so strong they literally couldn't.

A more rational Rose would describe it as melting and tumbled down a waterfall that kept falling for miles and miles. But right now, there was simply no room in her mind - or the other two's - for any metaphorical descriptions...or even the ability to realize what was happening. Pleasure was all that they were.

Finally, the orgasm began to fade. And as it faded, their room-filling breasts began to slowly fade as well; deflating, shrinking, eventually getting "small" enough that each pair was no longer touching the other's. Arousal diminished.

All three of them lay panting on the floor as the effects of the orgasm slowly died like fading coals. Rose was twitching beneath her huge breasts, whose shrinkage slowed, then stopped as they reached her "normal" basketball size. What was surprising is that Miyuki's and Chris's continued to shrink past their previous "normal" sizes, not stopping until they each hit basketball diameters themselves.

Long minutes later, Miyuki slowly rolled up into a sitting position and her eyes fluttered open. She immediately noticed her new "smaller" breast size.

"Rosy!" She said hoarsely. "My tits...they're the same size as yours!"

She looked over at Chris.

"So are Chris's! We shrank!"

Rose and Chris struggled into their own sitting positions and everyone stared at everyone else's breasts.

"Okay," Rose tried. "What does this mean?"

"Maybe when we...come like that, our tits shrink?" Miyuki suggested.

"Yeah," Chris said as he finally swayed upright, making motions as if he was going to run towards one of the other two. "And maybe if we do that again they'll get even smaller!"

Rose held up her hand in a stop gesture. Chris did so.

"Maybe," she hesitantly agreed. "But I'd like to point out that only two out of three pairs here are smaller - I didn't shrink. I mean, below the size I first grew to. Why your pairs are the same size as mine now, I have no idea. Maybe if we do that again, they'll shrink even further. Maybe this is as small as they get. Maybe next time they'll all be as big as Chris's were when we're done. Hell, maybe next time we just explode like cheap-rubber balloons"

"She sighed. "Face it, we're dealing with a heck of a lot of unknown here."

She sighed again.

"Besides," Rose finally said. "I thought that was going to kill me!"

"Yeah," Miyuki agreed as she began to try and stand up, with iffy success. "I think it did kill me."

Chris groaned. "It almost makes up for everything else, though - what was that? What happened?"

"As if blowing up tits like balloons or changing sexes wasn't enough, it seems like that stuff makes you super-sensitive to the touch of someone else who's taken it," Rose said, getting to her feet even slower than Mi had. "It happened when Mi and I touched tits before you came...well, minus the expanding part. But with the three of us..."

She shook her head.

"...God! They had to hear us screaming clear down to the college! That was the most incredible, pleasurable, fantastic, wonderful feeling I have ever felt...and I think I'm too scared to ever try it again. That 'Gran Teton' stuff made us soooo sensitive, you could get addicted to doing that and nothing else so fast...even without the worries of what it might do to our breasts the next time, I think we ought to be real wary of that happening again..."

She broke off as another random - and alarming - thought hit her.

"Chris," she began cautiously. "I took one bottle, you took two...how many were there?"

Chris, still almost vibrating from the super-orgasm, tried to clear her mind and remember.

"Ummm, twelve by twelve crate...a couple were already gone...about one-hundred and forty."

"And where are they?"

"They're back at...shit! Still back at 'Coffee City!' I left 'em on the counter."

All eyes went to the clock on the wall. 10:30 a.m. glowed back at them - and 'Coffee City' opened at 8:00!

"I'm going!" Rose said as she ran - wobbled - towards where the pile of clothing she had dropped had been shoved by their uber-boobs and seconds later snagged her jeans and the large t-shirt Miyuki had given her.

"Wait, I'll go with you," Miyuki said.

"Me too," Chris added.

"No time to find you guys clothes," Rose said, yanking up her jeans. "Besides, I'm probably still the least changed, even if you guys have shrunk to 'my' size - and one pair of stripper-tits will attract more than enough attention on the street, thanks, we don't need three."

Now she slid the t-shirt over her head. "Anywho, Mi, you know you get along with Ron even worse than I do - and we might need him to be helpful."

That put a pause in Miyuki's line of thought and before it started up again, Rose had pulled the shirt over her balloons and was out the door.

Rose ran the whole way to "Coffee City," holding her breasts as tightly as possible. This was only partially effective and they bounced and wobbled all about with every step. An impressive display...which probably explained the three guys who managed to walk right into a telephone pole, a trash can, and a wall - respectively - as she joggled past.

Reaching the shop, she skidded in through the door and tried to catch her breath as she walked up to the counter. She'd heard the expression "all eyes were on her" before, but had previously dismissed it as a colorful exaggeration, used mostly in Romance novels.

But now she discovered that there were circumstances where it was literally true. As usual for this time of day, the place was well on its way to being packed, mostly with students trying desperately to jump-start their brains with caffeine. As Rose "excuse me'd" her way through the crowd, conversation died, and every single pair of eyes turned and locked onto her...

...or, more correctly, locked onto her breasts. The oversized t-shirt covered her completely, but nothing could hide just how big her boobs were, or how tightly the fabric was stretched over them. Nor did it disguise her nipples terribly well. And with all eyes on her, they decided to harden for the audience, poking out even further; the white cotten shirt pulled so thin, their darkness against her caramel-colored breasts was clearly visible.

Rose reached the counter, feeling a blush rising that her brown skin only mostly hid and after a couple of go's, managed to get one of the morning people's eyes off her tits long enough to ask if she could go in the back and talk to Ron. She managed to get a nod and a non-coherent noise she chose to interpreted as a "yes" and headed 'round the counter for the door to the back

As she passed through the door, she could hear vigorous conversation restart behind her - and had a pretty good guess just what said conversation was now about.

Ron's office was all the way in the back and was about the size of six phone-booths tied together into a mostly rectangular space. Since Ron's bulk alone probably took up about five phone-booths worth of that space, any visitors had to share the remaining one phone-booth with a desk, a file cabinet, and a small personal fridge. Ron was behind that desk, sweating his way (literally) though the monthly receipts as Rose came in.

He looked up, looked back down and said "Hello, Rose," then paused and slowly looked back up.

"Ummm, Rose...did you put on weight or something?" He tried.

"Or something," she agreed. "Ron, I just have a quick question. Chris said sh...he left out a crate of old soft-drinks last night - 'Gran Teton's Healthful Tonic' or some such - and he was wondering where they were."

"I want to talk to Chris," Ron began, visibly having to force his eye up to meet her's. "He left the place in an awful mess last night - and why is he interested in that old soda, anyway?"

Since Rose didn't have a good answer for this one - at least, not a believable one - she "ummm'd" for a minute.

"It doesn't matter," Ron interrupted. "I got rid of that stuff when I came in. We don't sell soft-drinks, and we sure don't sell ones old enough to make customers sick. Now, I've been trying to call Chris, but he's apparently not home, where did you...?"

It was Rose's turn to interrupt.

"...you got rid of it how, exactly?" She said, trying to keep her voice level.

Ron waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Some girls came in when we opened and when I told Mike to dump it, they said they were having a party and could they have it. So I gave it to them. I warned them it was old and probably no good, but they wanted it anyway."

"Gave it to them," Rose said, voice now cracking.

"Yeah, now about Chris..."

She now lost all voice control.

"Who were they? Ron, who were they!?"

Ron blinked in surprise. "Why...ah...I don't know. Just some girls, I've seen them in here before, so they're probably from the college.'

Rose only took the time for a single 'Oh shit!' before she was out the door and heading back to tell Miyuki and Chris that they had yet another serious problem.