Andrea washed her hands in the kitchen sink. The sun had set long ago, talk shows were wrapping up and all homework had been finished. All that remained were her dishes....and her roommates', but she didn't really mind. They were probably the best roommates she'd had since coming to college, and good enough friends that a couple extra dishes and pans every night weren't worth mentioning. Muddy bikes in the hall or boyfriends who borrowed toothbrushes, they had been worth mentioning, But the girls were pretty good about not repeating themselves over and over again. In fact, they had only poured hot grease down the garbage disposal once.

After drying her hands on a mostly clean towel Andrea made her way to her desk. The nice part about being awake after Josie, Blair and Tanya went to bed was free access to the line. And the girls didn't seem to mind that she tied up the phone dialing in as long as no one erased the voice mail they would be recieving through the course of the night. Andrea knew that she herself wouldn't be getting any calls unless it was bad news so she had no reservations about being unavailable. In fact the fewer distractions the better.

In the half light of Andrea's room the browser warmed up like the return to a good dream. Pictures and prose drifted past in endless assortment, each offering a moment of escape before becoming too familiar. However, it wasn't as though her electronic wandering was totally without purpose. Most of her time was spent searching through self-help compilations with the occasional romantic tale to keep her heart lubricated. Andrea's hope was that she might eventually find something for her to make herself desirable. Desirable enough to get a boyfriend of her own. The seemingly endless stream of boys that came through the house reminded her daily of her own loneliness and her shyness (something that others might have guessed to be her biggest true impediment) only grew deeper.

As she began her late night, Andrea came across a search engine she had never heard before, "Talismanic". The name had a strange ring about it so she gave it a try, starting with her all time favorite search, "bigger breasts". To her utmost surprise when she pressed the button there was only one result, and it was one that she was certain she'd never seen before.

"Swollette Inc : Bigger Breasts Overnight" was a fairly memorable and promising title so she gave it a little click. Soon the image of a mechanical device was developing before her, a power cord, a black box, more wire and then two seemingly tiny rubber cups. The rest of the page was a short description of Swollette's new wonder product and additional marketing fluff that Andrea didn't bother to read. She had never passed up any "get big boobs fast" offer in the past and she wasn't about to now. She was busy searching for information on how to buy one.

Two weeks passed until late one blustery evening Andrea found a small package on their doorstep. She knew that her roommates were home as all the mail save hers had been brought in already. But she shrugged it off as she grabbed her goodie and raced up to her room.

In less than a minute the young coed had removed her windbreaker, her shoes and her top, as well as shredding the brown paper which wrapped her prize. Soon the box was open. Andrea reached blindly into the styrofoam peas and, raking her fingers through, pulled out a little black box which trailed black cable like twin tails. The final plastic layers were quickly dispatched to the floor, topped with contorted black twisty-ties, and Andrea could see her latest present to herself. It looked a bit smaller than she had pictured it, but she knew better than most that size wasn't everything. Or at least she hoped it wasn't.

Another quick rake through the box produced a narrow instruction manual. Prominately featured on the front page was a triptych of a woman putting on the device, apparently attaching the rubber cups to her nipples. As Andrea read on she found a table and another diagram, this one a close up on the box. The diagram showed a dial on the box, the calibration of which correlated to the growth speed entries on the chart. The table was a matrix of growth speed and firmness per hour of use. No maximum time use or other warning was indicated, and there was little else of interest in the manual so she folded it open and dropped it on her bed as she prepared to adjust the dial.

A standard screwdriver that was required was as easily replaced by a nail file from her desk. Judiciously Andrea decided to go very slowly, turning the dial down near it's lowest setting, .0005 cups/ hour. A slow, long growth would give her large, firm breasts, but not so quickly as to raise suspicion. Anxious to try it on, Andrea tried to stick her nipples into the rubber cups but to no avail: her nipples, even erect, were too small. Unshaken Andra licked each of the rubber cups and pushed her nips back in. This time she was rewarded by tiny pops as air was forced out of the cups and the improvised seal held her in place. Holding her arm across her chest Andrea walked to the outlet nearest her bed, plugged herself in, and layed down to sleep, the device softly humming.

The next morning Andrea decided she looked just the tiniest bit bigger. Her A cup bra felt tight as she tucked herself in preparing for class. It was tough for her not to skip as she left the house and began walking for campus. She could hardly wait until the following morning.

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Tanya was a light sleeper and normally awoke whenever anyone left the house. Today was no exception. Donning her robe with a yawn the young redhead shuffled out her door and towards the kitchen. She stopped halfway when she saw that Andrea's door way mostly closed, which was a bit unusual. Normally the girls left their doors completely open when they were gone or completely closed when they were in bed. Curious she quietly pushed the door open the rest of the way. Andrea was definately gone she judged, given the made bed. But there was something strange on the desk.

Normally it was completely clear so anything on the desk besides her laptop was a bit out of place, but this was really interesting. The first thing which caught her eye was a pamphlet with a group of pictures on the front of some topless chick with practically no tits touching her chest with something. But Tanya knew all about Andrea's obsession with getting bigger boobs and instantly assumed the truth.

Giddily she sat down at the desk, opened the instructions and found the chart. She checked the clock and noted she was due in class in a little over two hours. Already a fairly full D cup, Tanya knew the pleasures of the chest and she sought more. Quite a bit more. 2 cups/ hour would be perfect she thought. A pair of H cups would still be fairly believable.

Withdrawing the same nailfile from the desk drawer, Tanya made her own adjustments to the black box before removing her robe and pajama top. The combined effect of excitment and cool air in the room had brought her fat nipples to stiff attention, too big now to easily slip into the rubber cups, so with her nails she stretched the cups open and although trying to be careful, snapped each firmly in place.

Plugging the machine in resulted in quite a pleasant feeling. A humming from the cups was making her boobs jiggle and warming them up. Suddenly the cool air of the room wasn't so bad and the topless girl decided to surf the net on her roommate's laptop for a couple hours while she waited.

Two hours later Tanya shut the laptop down and looked excitedly at her chest. Her once large boobs had doubled in size, hanging near her navel in fat teardrops. Looking down she could see the tiny cups stretched tightly over her new jumbo nips. Quickly she unplugged herself and the machine, wrapped the cords around the instructions and tossed them on the desk as she bounced into her room to get ready for class. A sweatshirt which had been oversized yesterday now had some difficulty capturing all of her chest, but it did with some effort, and soon she was off.

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Blair heard her roommate's frantic preparations for class but stayed in bed until she was sure the other girl was gone. She was not a morning person at all, needing at least an hour before she felt like seeing anyone. As the front door closed she slowly pulled herself upright and sat on the edge of the bed for few moments before pulling her pajama top off the floor and dressing for breakfast. Her boobs had started growing earlier that year and today she sported a full, firm pair of C cups. Almost too firm. While she loved their size and hoped to grow larger, she found that her 'jammies would sometimes pull a swollen tit harshly to the side so she'd taken to sleeping topless. As she slid the silk shirt over her head she again noticed how pointed her tits were, diving into the fabric like twin dolphins. They ached again this morning and Blair massaged them absentmindedly as she began to head downstairs. But it was as she passed Andrea's door that she stopped.

The chair had been pulled out at her desk and some foreign object lay on the corner. Very curious. As she walked into the bedroom she got a better look at the thing. A white pamplet wrapped up in electrical wire. Not Andrea's normal storage style at all. Nosey by nature Blair unwrapped the bundle and began to read the booklet, only to discover another of Andrea's silly boob growing gimicks. She just about dropped it back where she found it when the word 'firmness' caught her eye. Soon she was reading with interest and after a few minutes decided that a one hour burst at 4 cups/ hour should work well. A looser G cup would be perfect.

Her nipples were a tad small for the cups but magically stiffened just as the rubber attachments slid over them, filling them tightly and bulging out a little at the base. After attaching herself, the willowy blonde crept quietly back to her room. The sensation of having the device tug at her tits as she walked wasn't that erotic for her, but the thought of Josie waking up and catching her bounce topless down the hall was a naughty thrill. In the last two weeks she had finally outgrown the other girl, making her second biggest in the house. She normally didn't care much since soreness was the price she was paying, but she knew that Josie was very disturbed by it.

After plugging the device in Blair sat on her bed. The humming of the cups was oddly soothing, an unexpected, pleasant side-effect. Curious to see if boobs could really grow 4 cup sizes in an hour she half-sat up and reached for her closet door to open it. Sitting back on the edge of the bed Blair regarded her breasts in the closet door's full length mirror. She was amazed by what she saw. Slowly her boobs transformed from large cones to larger balls to giant teardrops, covering more and more of her stomach as they fell back to Blair. Her areola were the last to change, gradually flattening out until they looked like a pair of cartoonishly large tattoos. When her hour ended Blair removed the cups and stood in profile to the mirror. Her mounds, though quite a bit heavier, hung comfortably from her torso. And as she pranced topless back to Andrea's room, she thought the increased size was just a bonus. Now she would be number one in the house.

Blair was very careful to put the device and instructions neatly on the desk, not so much because she cared but more for the opportunity to flash Josie. But the extra thoroughness and additional lingering in the hall never paid off. It wasn't until she noticed the clock and reallized she was going to be late for school that she finally went back into her room and got dressed. Moments later she was on the pavement, trotting to class as fast as her frontage would let her.

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Less than an hour later Josie woke up. She'd waited until the last possible semester to sign up for a core class that she knew she'd hate. Normally she didn't even go, but today was a review for an upcoming test and probably her only chance of passing. After jumping through a shower she returned to her room to discover she had no clean clothes (that she liked). Then, remembering an outfit she had witnessed Andrea in, she quickly sneaked into the other girls room.

Josie's search for the outfit was temporarily forgotten when she saw some strange looking electronic gear on her roommate's desk. A small white pamphlet lay beside it at right angles and it had the most interesting pictures on it. A woman hooking herself up to a backwards stethascope and apparently growing bigger boobs! Josie was beside herself with facination. A B cup girl herself, she couldn't help but think of trying it out, just for fun, and maybe, just maybe she could grow some really big girls that would put her in the lead of the boyfriend race.

Josie grabbed the device and pamplet and hustled back to her room. As she tossed the manual on her bed the pages fluttered open to the table and box diagram. Her towel fell to the floor ignored as she glanced over the table, then at the diagram and finally at the dial itself. After deciding that she could be about a half an hour late, she found a penny and cranked the dial up to 6 cups/hour. With her nipples hard from nervous excitement she had little difficulty in attaching the rubber cups, and she got a naughtly thrill out of their tugging as she crossed the floor to plug in the device. Josie could both hear and feel the cups humming as they powered up, the jiggly feeling at once compounding her excitment. Deciding to kill two birds with one stone the young brunette climbed into bed and fished her vibrator from the nightstand.

Forty five minutes later Josie finally sat up, panting and sweating, her hair in a mess. The feeling of growth had been so wonderful and intense she had spent the last forty minutes in a near constant orgasm. She hadn't noticed the clock and only just now saw how large her boobs had grown. There was a dramatic difference between sitting up and laying down she noticed. Her once average-sized bosom now hung halfway down her stomach in regal corpulence. She was delighted to see she had real bounce for the ounce as she regained her feet. Quickly she shook and shimmied into Andrea's room, dropped the borrowed boob-maker back where she found it, bounced and wiggled back to her room, dressed amid chaotic flesh heaving and slapping, then dashed out the door in a turbulent and tortured tank top.

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It had been another long day for Andrea as she returned home late and exhausted. All the lights were off as she crept up the stairs, and in spite of her lack of energy she found herself smirking in the dark. In mere moments she would be in bed with her tits plugged in and growing. And furthermore the next day was Saturday, she could sleep in all day! The bedroom door was opened and the light switched on. After closing the door Andrea immediately spied her device and began doffing her top. Within moments she had herself attached. After putting the plug in, she immediately felt the same humming as she had before, although stronger, a sensation she attributed to the quietness of the house and her own exhaustion. And then she was asleep.

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Late the next morning, Blair sat in the kitchen in her robe. She had deliberately gotten up early so that she could show off her new cleavage to all the girls. She figured she'd just wait until they were all up before she took off her robe and modeled her new pajama top. She had been downstairs for a little over an hour when Josie trundled down the stairs. Robe or no robe, she bounced enough that Blair instantly guessed the truth.

"Mornin' Blair," Josie offered wearily as she pushed her dark bangs out of her eyes. When Blair said nothing Josie stopped and looked at her her. "What is it?"

Blair starred for a moment before speaking. "You borrowed Andrea's boob thing, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I...hey...how did you know...?"

"I used it myself," Blair replied as she she stood up and opened her robe. She continued to stand with her chest pushed out as her roommate crossed the kitchen floor.

"Wow..."Josie whispered, "I think you look bigger than me...I'm a full F cup now."

"I'm a G now," Blair grinned, "so I guess that makes me the biggest in the house now."

"I wouldn't count on it," came a voice from behind them. The two girls turned to see Tanya walk in wearing sweatpants and a jog bra that was barely within the realm of imagination. "This H cup baby cost me $75 to have made special. I'm still the biggest!"

"No...no you're not," came a faint voice from upstairs. All of the girls looked at each other, curious, when suddenly they heard a heavy creaking come from upstairs. It moved slowly for a spell then became a shuffling and grunting sound then resumed creaking towards the staircase. The sound of skin sliding against wallpaper could be heard over the groaning of steps as Andrea decended to enter the kitchen in heaving glory. Each of her roommates gasped as she pushed one tit through the doorframe, startled by it's incredible size more than it's nakedness. Her areola diameter was bigger than a car tire, a bit too large to be proportional, but eye catching certainly. Soon she dragged her other breast into to the kitchen and the girls could see the device still hanging from one nipple, too far away for Andrea to reach.

The enormous girl had a gleem in her eye that the others didn't like as she slowly suffled towards them. Closer and closer she got until her boobs finally touched them, naked, soft and warm. But she keep on shuffling, pushing forward like a roommate-plow, forcing the intimidated girls back into a corner. As the girls cowered into each other Andrea finally spoke.

"So Josie you're an F? And Blair? G? Tanya? Big Tanya is now a very big H?" she snorted, "Not only do I have you beat, I could beat all of you with the weight of one boob! And so," she snarled as she continued, "now that I am the biggest girl in the house, I am going to make the rules. The very first one is ... STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY STUFF!" she screamed. Then she quickly calmed down and pulled away.

"Now," she began as she sat in one of the chairs, boobs cascading over her knees, hands folded politely over her grossly engorged mammary glands, "who's making breakfast? Carrying these girls downstairs has given me quite an appetite. And by the way, I won't be doing the dishes this morning either."