by Cheviot (with apologies to Jeffery Boam)
Officer Drombowski hated Saturday nights. It wasn't working the weekend that bothered him, after all after being a police officer he was used to working whenever and wherever the city needed him. It wasn't the beat. Drawing Saturday night duty almost certainly meant Inner Harbor duty and the Inner Harbor was the most beautiful part of the city. A huge circle of museums, stores, restaurants and public gathering places lined the harbor and at night they were all lit like Christmas trees, even with the occasional fireworks show presented for no reason other than for its sheer beauty. No, the problem with Saturday nights was the mandate.
The city wanted to attract tourists to the Inner Harbor and to Baltimore as a whole. The problem? The kids in town, and some of the adults for that matter, simply didn't like the tourists. Never an administration to let community relations get in the way of a fast buck the mayor decreed that any kids from town, not just the ones causing trouble, but any just congregating in groups of 3 or more were to be sent packing.
No, it wasn't strictly legal. No, it wasn't something Steve Drombowski liked to do, but it was his job.
Officer Drombowski crossed Harborplace, heading East from the National Aquarium when he saw the problem and realized this Saturday wasn't going to be as bad as he thought. Chasing away teenagers just hanging out and enjoying the harbor wasn't something he liked, but he understood why the city wanted it done. But some of the teens that hung out here... they were just bad news. Loud, rude and just looking at them gave people a bad feeling about the whole city.
He heard the girls long before he saw them, laughing and yelling loudly as they leaned against the railing at Philips Seafood, only a few feet from diners on the terrace. There were five of them, and he'd always seen them together. Five teenage girls, very rude, very loud, very scantily clad and also very pregnant. Officer Drombowski scowled as he approached.
These five girls are the perfect example of everything that's wrong with this town, Officer Drombowski though. It’s like they’ve stepped right out of a bad sitcom or a “Stay the hell outta Baltimore” commercial. The five girls were not just pregnant but hugely so, as if designed to attract attention. If that was their goal they certainly were succeeding and their outfits only helped them in that regard. The girls were either barefoot or wearing flip-flops and wore clothing so small that rather than cover up their bellies it accentuated them. Short shorts, tiny little things like his daughter wore for gym class and oversized belly shirts that stopped just below their oversized breasts, perfectly framing the pale skin of their outsized bellies. Then there was their attitude…
"What the fuck are you looking at?" the oldest girl called out to a young couple walking by. "Never seen anyone knocked up before?!" she continued, placing her hands on her hips and waggling her belly side to side.
"That's about enough from you." Officer Drombowski said as he walked up to the girls. "Lets step over here, away from the terrace.”
The oldest girl leaned back on the railing, thrusting her belly forward. "Your new, huh?"
"Come on, let’s move," he repeated, putting one hand on the shoulder of the youngest of the five girls. "None of us wants you down at the police station." The young girl turned and scowled at the policeman and despite himself he pulled his hand away and stepped back, surprised that the girl could have that effect on him with just a look.
"Come on," the oldest girl said, "We know when we're not wanted... It's okay. We have plenty of time to get to know Officer...."
"Drombowski,” he replied, already tired of the conversation, “Come on, enough stalling. I don't want to run you in..."
The girls slowly began to waddle away, crossing Harborplace slowly, headed toward the visitor center. "See yah soon daddy..." the oldest girl said, turning and blowing Officer Drombowski a kiss before waddling off into the night.
"I know it’s been hard on both of you. The divorce. The move.. But I know you're going to love living in Baltimore."
The two teenagers looked unconvinced, and for her part June wasn't sure she believed it herself. But with prospects in Philadelphia getting worse and worse since the divorce she had few choices. She had to provide for her girls and how could she turn down a free place to live, even if it was now on the bad side of Baltimore.
June looked into the rearview mirror at her oldest daughter Lisa, slumped in the backseat, half asleep. At seventeen Lisa took after her mother. Average height, average build. Mousy shoulder length hair. Almost totally generic including her late teenage rebellious streak. That same type of streak had led June to run off to Philadelphia when she was fifteen and pregnant with Lisa... she hoped she could find a way to reach the girl before it was too late.
Wherever her fourteen-year-old daughter got her looks, it wasn't from her mother’s side of the family. Michelle was a fourteen year-old five-foot tall bundle of pep. Although not voluptuous by any standard she was certainly curvy and between that and her curly red hair she didn't exactly have a problem attracting the attention of boys. But where Lisa craved attention Michelle was content to be on her own, surprising considering her outgoing personality.
"How about some music," Lisa yawned from the back seat.
June spun the knob, eventually settling on a station playing 80s tunes. "Keep going." Lisa said.
"Come on, hair bands, leg warmers, the Bangles. Its like one big..."
"Keep going!" Lisa and Michelle called out together.
***
Soon they passed a large billboard. "Welcome to Baltimore." The city looked inviting enough. The picture showed a huge open park surrounding the water with brightly lit buildings and shops, a tall ship in the background, the bright colors looking beautiful against the clear blue sky in the photo.
"They have all that stuff right on the water?" Michelle asked.
"It's called the Inner Harbor. It's like a huge mall, but outside. Museums, shops, restaurants, the aquarium, the..."
Lisa interrupted. "Is it really the teen pregnancy capitol of the world?"
Sure enough, spray painted across one corner of the billboard in huge messy black letters was that very message. "I think that’s someone's idea of a joke. I wouldn't worry about that. I'm going to pull into a gas station. If anyone needs a bathroom we're gonna be a few minutes. I have to put more oil into the car."
"How far away are we from the new place?" Lisa asked as they pulled up to the pumps.
"About ten or fifteen minutes," June replied.
"I'll skip the sticky gas station bathroom then..."
"Speak for yourself," Michelle said, bounding out of the car.
***
The attendant pumped their gas and gave June their change. "Come on Michelle, hurry up," June called out. Soon Michelle came around the side of the building, passing two foraging teenage runaways.
"I'm coming..."
June waved Michelle over to the driver’s side of the car and handed her the five-ish dollars in change. "Take this over to those girls," she said, indicating the tattered looking runaways, "Tell them to get something to eat."
"I thought we were poor."
"Not that poor."
June watched in the rear-view mirror as Michelle crossed the parking lot and spoke to the two girls.
"So," June said, "Are you still mad at me?"
"About what?" Lisa asked.
"About everything."
June could almost hear Lisa's scowl as she watched Michelle turn and walk back to the car.
"Let's just get to the new place and get unpacked," Lisa said.
Michelle hopped back into the car. "The girls said thanks."
June half smiled. "Those girls could have been me twenty years ago."
"You mean when you hitchhiked to Philadelphia, slept in Love Park and begged for change in the morning?" Michelle replied.
"So I told that one before," June laughed.
"So many times I'm starting to think it happened to me... Anyway, unless you were a runaway stripper these girls are nothing like you. Either they're the luckiest girls in the world or they had the biggest boob jobs."
June looked over at the two runaways as they turned around to pull out of the gas station. "Those poor girls. I wouldn't call that lucky... I'm sure they don't make implants that big..."
"Thanks lady!" one of the two girls yelled and waved as they drove away.
"Use some of it to call home," June replied sadly before pulling into traffic.
***
Soon they pulled up in front of a very weathered duplex next to several hundred almost identical houses. It wasn't a pretty sight. Peeling paint, trash littering the front steps and sidewalk, not only in front of this house but up and down the entire street. Only two doors down the whole front of the neighbor's house was covered with a huge multicolored graffiti tag.
"Wow... " June said, stepping out of the car and leaning against the side , staring at the house. "It still looks the same, even almost twenty years later." June continued as a very pregnant teenager waddled past the house.
"So it was a rat trap back then too?" Lisa said. She seemed not to notice her mom's shocked face. "Keys?" she asked.
June unlocked the front door before turning back to the car. "After we unload the car maybe you two will want to go down to the Inner Harbor. Maybe make some friends..."
"Uh, Mom," Michelle said, her head turning to watch the pregnant teenager walking by, barely older than she herself was, "I thought you said they were kidding about that teen pregnancy capitol of the world thing."
"They are," June said. "It's just a coinci... " June's voice trailed off as the front door of the house to the left opened and another pregnant teenager stepped out and worked her way down the front steps.
"Never mind." June said. "Just grab a bag and come in. The sooner we're unloaded the sooner you can go down to the Harbor."
Lisa cut quickly though the crowd at the Inner Harbor, Michelle struggling to keep up as they passed through the hundreds of tourists waiting for the fireworks to begin. The noise was almost deafening, between the thousands of conversations, the music, the street vendors and the harbor patrol.
"What?" Lisa called back to Michelle.
I said, "Where are we going?"
"Nowhere," Lisa replied.
"Then what's your hurry? Where are we going in such a rush?" Michelle said, stopping in her tracks.
Lisa sighed and turned back to Michelle. "Don't you have something better to do than follow me around all night?"
Michelle's shoulders slumped as she looked around like a lost puppy before spotting a vintage clothing store. "You know what... as a matter of fact I do."
***
Unlike many of the chain stores on Harborplace the vintage clothing store appeared to be one of a kind. The place had the slight stuffiness that only comes from the mixed smell of cedar, mothballs and state air. Rack after rack of prom and bridesmaid dresses, coats, vintage jeans and logo t-shirts filled the store while racks of baseball caps hung from the ceiling. Michelle breathed deeply, taking in the ambiance as well as the familiar scent of every vintage clothing store.
She stepped through the racks toward the aisle leading past the register to the back of the store and found herself face to face with two angry looking identical twin girls, both about her own age.
"Can I help you with anything?" one of them asked, making it very clear she expected the answer 'no'.
"As a matter of fact I need a gift for my mom. I was thinking something out of the 80s. Legwarmers, or a one of those sweatshirts that only comes up over one shoulder."
She barely finished talking before the other girl blurted, "We're sold out. Should have some more in next week or the week after." The first girl chimed in, "Too bad you'll be long gone by then. Have a nice day," she said, ushering Michelle to the door.
"Two weeks? Fine. I just moved to town and this looks like the only part of town that passes as interesting so I guess I'll be back.
"If you're gonna live around here you better read this," One of the girls said, shoving a photocopied pamphlet into Michelle's hand.
"Pregnant Teens = Bad News", Michelle read. "Scare PSAs never really did much for me." she continued, handing it back.
"This one's different. Read it and live by it." the first girl said.
"It could save your soul," the second girl added.
"Yeah, right," Michelle replied as she backed out of the shop.
***
Lisa made her way down the Promenade and over the stairs passing a bandstand with a mind numbingly loud rock group playing. There were every kind of person she'd ever imagined here, metal heads, punks, Goths and up ahead she spotted a few pregnant teens. But unlike the other pregnant girls she's seen earlier, these girls seemed to be reveling in their pregnancies, wearing tiny tube tops or belly shirts and short shorts or itty bitty skirts that showed off their size and shape. They moved through the crowd almost faster than Lisa could keep up. Still, she couldn't help watching them as they waddled along and she did her best to keep them in view. Their self-assurance and obvious lack of concern for how others saw them despite their size was somehow captivating. Finally she lost track of them in the crowd and stopped dead, confused by her sudden impulse.
Lisa felt a tap on her shoulder. "Are you following me?" The girl said. It was the one of the pregnant girls she's just lost track of. Close up the girl was even more shocking than from a distance. She was about the same height and age as Lisa, but there the resemblance ended. The girl was massively pregnant, her belly so tight and full it shined in the moonlight, so large even though they stood two feet apart it filled most of the space between them. Her belly button stuck out like a huge nipple, her overstuffed top barely containing her very swollen breasts.
Lisa barely managed to reply, "Uh..."
"Did you want to talk to me?" She replied.
"Yeah, sure." Lisa said.
The girl smiled slightly as she reached up and began stroking her overstuffed belly. "Okay, so talk."
Michelle pushed her way through the crowd to Lisa's side. "Mom's here. Lets go."
"In a minute," Lisa said and turned back to the very pregnant girl but she was already turning away.
"Nice talking to you," the pregnant girl laughed as she turned and waddled away.
***
As Michelle climbed into the car Lisa walked around to the driver side window.
"Why do we have to leave so early?" Lisa asked.
"Come down on your own tomorrow, you can stay as long as you want. Well, till eleven thirty anyway."
"Cool, I'll hitch," Lisa replied.
"Oh no you won't." June said.
"You hitched all the way to Philadelphia, remember?" Michelle chimed in.
"That was a different time, its not like now," June replied but as she spoke to Michelle, Lisa turned away. "Just five more minutes. I'll be right back. Okay?"
June sighed and nodded and Lisa ran back into the crowd.
***
It only took Lisa a minute or two to fight her way back to where she and the pregnant girl had been talking, but the girl and her friends were nowhere to be found.
***
"Okay, now can I go back to the Inner Harbor." Lisa said the next evening after dinner.
"I don't know," June said, "Did Lisa help you unpack the bedrooms?"
Michelle looked around and smiled evilly at Lisa. "Can I come along to the Harbor?"
"No." Lisa replied.
"No," Michelle said. "Lisa didn't unpack anything." she grinned.
"Well then," June said, turning to Lisa and shaking her head, "I guess Michelle's gonna have her hands full unpacking tonight. Have fun at Harborplace."
"But mom!" Michelle called out as Lisa grabbed the car keys and headed out the front door."
"Listen, I've had to take two jobs to cover us for now. Hopefully I can get a better job soon and quit both the crappy jobs I have now. But for now I'm not going to be home as much as I like. So Lisa is going to be in charge. Since she's going to be stuck home every night the least we can do is let her have a night on the town. Okay."
Lisa walked down the much less crowded Harborplace and looked around as she passed the street vendors who, at 9pm were already closing down. It was Sunday night after all. She passed the place she had seen the pregnant girls the night before and looked around before she continued on past the Science Center and down the Shore Promenade. Finally an hour and a half after she arrived Lisa was ready to give up. She went to one of the last street vendors still on the street and bought a Coke.
"Next time don't buy a soda out here, it’s a rip-off."
Lisa spun around, surprised, and found herself face to face with the same very pregnant girl from the night before. She took a moment to look the girl over, now more stunned than the night before at her immense size. She'd known pregnant girls at her old school in Philly, but not like this...
"Uh, Hi." Lisa said, obviously confused as she looked across the wide, empty Promenade. "Where did you come..."
"If you want a soda I have some stashed nearby, they're priced for tourists out here."
The pregnant girl waddled off, looking back over her shoulder until Lisa caught up.
"What's your name?" Lisa asked.
"Raichel," the pregnant girl said, pressing both hands into the small of her back, making her belly push out further forward, making it look even larger, if that was even possible.
"So are you a R A C H E L or..."
"I'm a R A I C H E L."
"Yeah, my mom got clever with my name too. I'm Isabella Lisa... But Raichel.. Raichel is great. I like Raichel."
"Me too," Raichel replied.
"People call me Lisa."
"Lisa's great, I like Lisa."
Lisa smiled, slightly confused by Raichel's playfulness.
They walked along silently for a few minutes.
"So, you want to get something to eat?" Raichel asked.
"Sure, but where's open this late?" Lisa replied.
"Let me worry about that." Raichel said, taking Lisa's hand in her own and heading back down the Promenade back toward the direction they came from.
"So, are you new around here?" Raichel asked as they walked up to the side door of a block of stores.
"I guess. I used to come down here every summer as a kid, now I'm here permanently."
"Yeah, I'm here permanently too." Raichel laughed as she reached into her cleavage and pulled a credit card from between her breasts and with a flourish slid it into the doorjamb between the doorknob and frame.
Inside there was only a faint light shining up from below, barely illuminating the ten-foot wide ramp that circled the edge of the room, gracefully making its way around the huge open center of the building, leading down several stories into the ground.
"This was going to be a new art museum until the money ran out. So they just put some shops over what they had finished so far and called it a day. Now this place belongs to us."
"Us?" Lisa asked, her eyes adjusting to the low light as they walked.
"Raichel, who's your friend?" a voice called out from behind them. Lisa turned suddenly, surprised.
The oldest of the pregnant girls she's seen last night stood in the darkness, barely visible in the dim light.
"This is Lisa. She's new in town."
"And you brought her here." the older pregnant girl said, her face blank.
"She looked like she needed a friend and something to eat," she paused. "Lisa, this is Allison."
Allison nodded and pointed past Lisa and Raichel. "And this is Tina, Rhonda and Miranda."
Lisa turned around, taken aback by the sight of three more of the very pregnant girls right behind them.
"Come on Lisa," Allison said, walking up and putting her arm around Lisa's shoulder. Lets get some food for you."
***
At the bottom of the ramp was a wide marble floor with about ten out coves, partitioned off with flowery curtains. The only light came from small, battery-powered camping lanterns that barely made a dent in the inky blackness of the museum. Still, there was much more light down here than there was above on the ramps and Lisa was able to get her first look at the girls.
They were all obviously pregnant, looking more like some twisted cartoons of pregnant women than like the real thing. They were each easily large enough to be at full term with triplets or more and strangely enough all seemed to be just as far along in their pregnancies as each other. Their breasts were swollen hugely by their pregnancies, easily larger than the bras commonly available at shopping malls, not that any of the girls were wearing bras.
There the resemblance ended. The pregnant girls ranged in age from somewhere around fourteen to seventeen. Some blonde, some brunette, but with nothing else in common besides their huge bellies, swollen breasts, scanty clothing and attitude.
The outfits and the attitude went hand in hand. Tube tops and short shorts when your nine months pregnant with twins makes a statement and a strong one at that and all the girls seemed to be on the bandwagon, each seeming completely comfortable with her appearance.
"Come on Lisa, didn't you say you had to be home by 11:30?" Raichel reminded Lisa.
"Come on," Allison said, giving a cold look to Raichel, "Stick around."
Lisa chimed in, still transfixed by the pregnant girls. "We were gonna grab something to eat."
"Good idea," Allison smiled, first to Raichel then slowly turned to Lisa. "Glad you can stay. Miranda, Food."
One of the girls waddled away from the group and into one of the out coves as Allyson gestured for them all to sit down on the huge pile of cushions and pillows. "It's the only way to fly." Allison smiled.
"You know, I think its great how comfortable you are with how your built now, lots of girls cover up when they're pregnant but you... letting it all hang out, its inspiring."
Tina laughed from her position on the cushions, "Yeah, it takes awhile to get used to it, but after a few years you're like, what the hell."
As Lisa began to react to the words Miranda returned with another girl carrying a tray of food and a large ornate red glass bottle.
The unnamed dirty street person sat the bed tray down amongst the cushions in front of Lisa. She vaguely recognized the girl. Then it struck her... it was the teen runaway from two days ago. Only now the what had once been simply very large breasts were now swollen massively beneath her oversize Baja pullover, As the girl stood up her breasts bounced against Lisa's back, making it clear just how huge and heavy they were.
"Uh, what’s with..." Lisa began to ask as the sad looking runaway went back to the out cove.
"Mmmm." Allison said, looking down at the food... All you have to do is ask," she smiled, lighting up a joint. "How about an appetizer?" she asked, taking a hit.
Lisa looked at the joint for a moment, then at the other girls before taking a deep hit before passing it to Tina.
***
Loud music poured from speakers built into the walls surrounding the huge central room but no one seemed to mind the volume as they all reclined among the pillows, totally blissed out.
"So, where are you all from?" Lisa asked, her eyes barely open.
"We're from here," Tina replied, laughing.
"No, I mean, like where do you live?"
Tina was still giggling so Rhonda replied. "Right here."
"Your folks let you? That is so sweet!"
"No one knows about this place Lisa. No one knows about us." Allison smiled at Lisa as she watched the idea sink in. "Freedom Lisa. No rules. No parents. We're all free as birds."
"Why don't you have something to drink Lisa," Allison added, picking up the ornate bottle from the tray.
"You don’t have to if you don't want to," Raichel said.
"Its okay, I’m not thirsty. Thanks though."
Allison gave Raichel a nasty look before turning to Lisa and smiling. Her voice seemed to take on a greater depth an odd richness as she spoke, "Lisa, why don't you have something to drink." Allison said, holding out the bottle to Lisa.
Lisa barely hesitated as she took the bottle from Allyson and looked at it oddly for a moment before taking a small swig.
"Come on, don't be shy," Allyson said, "Have as much as you like..." she continued, the humor leaving her voice.
Lisa looked again at the bottle, her eyes unfocused, before she upended the bottle, emptying it down her throat. The pregnant girls all watched silently as she drank, dribbles of slightly yellowed milk dribbling from the corner of her mouth.
"Chug, chug, chug, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!" The girls called out as she drank, cheering as she lowered the empty bottle to the tray.
"Welcome to our world," Allison replied. She called out into the darkness. "Bitches. Get your asses out here... We're hungry!"
Lisa watched, her head spinning as she turned to see four dirty runaway girls coming from the nearest out cove, pulling off their tops as they approached. Lisa's eyes went wide when she saw their breasts, each larger than a basketball, swinging lazily as they walked. But before the runaway street urchins reached the pregnant girls Lisa passed out, collapsing against the cushions.
Lisa pulled her sheets across her face as sunlight streamed in her now open curtains. "Rise and shine!" Michelle called out.
Lisa threw one of her pillows blindly, standing no chance of hitting Michelle.
"Come on Michelle, its like one o'clock already."
"Go away," Lisa said, rolling over.
Michelle's shoulders slumped. "You're supposed to watch me and entertain me and make me appreciate the brief but happy years of my childhood."
"Entertain yourself." Lisa said, barely awake before she felt an odd twisting in her stomach and forced herself to her feet, stumbling into the bathroom.
"Are you okay in there?" Michelle asked. As if to reply Lisa vomited into the toilet. "Yeah, I think I'm just gonna leave you alone for now...."
***
Lisa held onto the bathroom sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Just what happened last night, she wondered, looking deeply into her bloodshot, dark circled eyes. She thought back, but aside from brief but very odd images nothing seemed to make any sense.
Lisa splashed her face with cold water and grabbed her jeans off the laundry basket.
***
Five minutes later Lisa was still struggling with her jeans. She didn't know how, but in the last ten hours or so they seemed to have shrunk a good two inches around the waist. After quite awhile of twisting and pulling she finally managed to get the top button of her jeans buttoned... just in time for that button to go shooting across the room, putting a nick in the bathroom mirror. Fine, she thought. Sweats it is.
***
An hour later she was at the Inner Harbor and it didn't take her long to get to the basement museum she'd been at the night before. At least this much is real... but some of that shit was just too fucked up, she thought as she turned toward the out cove the impossibly busty girls had come out of.
Even though it was daylight it was impossible to tell the difference down here. There were no windows to let light in. Lisa lit one of the Coleman lanterns and walked over to the curtain. This is silly, she thought. Nothing is going to be back here. It was just some weird twisted dream from the pot. That's all.
Finally she tried psyching herself up. "It's just a curtain. It's not like there's gonna be anyone behind here." Finally she pulled the curtain aside and shined her light into the room.
The four massive breasted girls from the night before lay on the floor, their arms and legs twisted together into one mass, as if trying to conserve body heat. They were filthy, their skin gone from pink to a brownish-gray from the layers of dirt. That is, except for the girls breasts. Each girl's breasts were scrupulously clean. It looked like it was the only part of these girls that had seen soap in months. Now that her eyes were adjusting she could really see just how huge these girls are... Each breast was a bit larger than a basketball, firm and full, their oversize nipples pushed out into angry little cones of flesh.
"Please, help me," one of the girls said weakly... "Please"
Lisa tried to help the poor girl to her feet, but she had no interest in getting up. Instead the girl immediately grabbed one of her breasts, holding it firmly from below, as if to relieve some of their massive weight. "Please... help me. They didn't empty me enough last night.... please... you can have as much as you want...."
"As much of what? What are you talking about?"
The girl looked puzzled for a moment... "Is this a test?" she asked warily.
"Yeah, sure...its a test." Lisa replied.
"The Mothers of the Apocalypse can only eat the purest of foods.... breast milk." she said, speaking as if she was a student trying to remember a speech. "So we've been called upon to supply their food.... but they are jealous masters and only they are capable of drawing milk from our breasts. Now that you're one of them you'll need to feed as well... and I'm very full... you can take all you want... please... drink all you want..."
Lisa's mouth fell open as she listened to the story. "I'm not one of them okay... I'm not. Now where's Allison." she demanded.
"Not one of them? But you drank their milk... they said that would turn you..."
"Oh God," Lisa said and rubbed her temple as she remembered chugging at least a quart of that odd tasting milk the night before. "I'm not one of them, Okay?” she continued, rubbing her eyes, “So where is she?"
The other girls began to wake up and one replied, sleepily, "We don’t know... but they’re never here in the daytime. They only come back here late at night... to feed..."
"Please... it's starting to hurt really bad," the first girl butted in, squeezing her boob with her hands. She lifted the one breast with both hands, barely getting the massive organ off her lap. "Please...it doesn’t have to be much...just a little will help...."
Lisa turned and began running across the room and up the ramp, wanting... no needing... to be anywhere but here...
"I thought I told you girls not to hang around here," Officer Drombowski said.
Allison didn't even bother to look over to the police officer as she replied, "Gee officer, what’s wrong?"
The Promenade was fairly empty this early in the afternoon and normally he wouldn't be patrolling at this time of day, but shopkeepers had complained about five obnoxious pregnant girls in front of their shops, yelling and throwing things at passersby. The girls seemed even larger in the bright sunlight than they had in the evening a few nights before. Even while trying to maintain his professional attitude Officer Drombowski couldn't help but wonder how the girls could manage to get around as well as they did, given how obviously overburdened they were by the size and weight of their large bellies and swollen breasts.
"You know exactly what's wrong. I told you, you need to stay off the Promenade or I'm going to have to run you in."
"Awww," Tina said pouting, rubbing one breast through her top, "Pweese Officer Drombowski, we'll be good...."
Allison turned toward Tina. "Come on, don't be so formal. He's a friend." Allison turned slowly to the policeman and leaned towards him, as if talking to a young child. "Since we're all such good friends mind if we call you Steve?"
Officer Drombowski felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, as much from Allison’s tone of voice as from hearing her use is first name. "How'd you know my name?"
Allison smirked, "Mary told us." she said as her gaze left Officer Drombowski and headed to the water.
"Mary? My daughter Mary? How do you know her?"
Allison held out her hand to Randi who thrust a cell phone into her hand. Without even looking away from the harbor she held it out to Officer Drombowski.
He took the phone, seeming disoriented by the turn of events and slowly placed the phone to his ear.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Daddy!" A terrified girls voice shouted, "Daddy! Please! Leave them alone Please Daddy! Please! They say I'll be okay if you leave them alone! Daddy! Please!"
Drombowski's face turned red, twisted by rage. He reached over, grabbing Allison's arm in a vice-like grip, "What the hell did you do to my daughter!"
Allison lazily looked away from the harbor and down at Drombowski’s hand gripping her arm. "There are things worse than death," Allison said before looking back out over the water.
Drombowski, stunned, released his grip on Allison's arm as he continued to listen to his daughter's impassioned pleas on the phone.
"Leave us alone and she'll be fine. You can even come here and talk to her any time you like. But fuck with us and she's done."
"Fuck that. You're all under arrest."
"Well, that just means she might as well be dead. You don't know where she is. I do. Besides, she’s free to leave whenever she wants. She wants to stay."
"Baby, where are you... Can you get away?"
"I'm near Harborplace. I guess I could get away... but you don't understand Daddy... I can't. I just can't."
"I want to see her," Drombowski said, turning to Allison.
Allison smirked, "No you don't. Believe me, you really don't."
"Dammit," he replied, gathering up all the menace he could muster, "I said I want to see her!"
"Okay, if you insist... but you're not gonna be happy," Allison said and with a theatrical flourish looked down between two buildings on the Promenade. Drombowski followed her gaze and saw a young woman step out from behind one of the buildings and slowly and awkwardly walk toward them.
She was fourteen years old, no older, that much was obvious from her face. But aside from that you'd never have guessed. She was wearing knee-high spike heeled go-go boots and it was obvious she wasn't used to walking in heels this high, if she had ever walked in heels at all. The boots left her full thighs uncovered, very little of them covered by the shiny satin short shorts she wore. But that’s not where Drombowski was looking. The girls breasts were massive orbs, swollen egg shapes each at least as large as a basketball, maybe larger. A bikini top struggled to contain their massiveness, but by design it could do little more than cover the huge balls of flesh that swayed heavily as she walked. Every few steps she had to raise her hands and hold her breasts to slow their constant sway and bounce. It wasn't until she walked into the sunlight that he realized her bikini top was iridescent, the shining fabric showing every detail of her still normal sized areola and nipples.
Once she was within ten feet of her father she walked quickly, as close to running as she could get in spiked heels and fell into her father’s arms, hugging him firmly. After a long moment she let go, pushing back from him, leaving several feet between them. "Daddy," she said crying, "You have to go..."
Drombowski couldn't help but to stare down the canyon formed between his daughter’s breasts. "Baby... Oh God, baby... what did they do to you..."
"not did... Doing..."
"What do you mean? Come on, we're getting out of here..." he said, gently placing his hand on her upper arm.
"I can't go Daddy... It's still happening... whatever they did... I can still feel...ARRRG!"
Mary winced and gritted her teeth as a moan escaped her lips. She looked down, still unable to catch her breath. It took a moment for Steve to realize what was happening, but soon he could see the outline of his daughter’s areola growing wider and pushing out further from her breasts, widening until they were about eight inches across and nearly an inch higher in the center than at the edges. Even before her areola stopped swelling her nipples began twitching slightly beneath the very thin fabric of her bikini before growing firmly outward soon the size of the tip of his pinky.
"My God," Steve said, still staring at his daughter.... "Stop this!"
"Sure thing," Allison replied, drawing Steve's gaze. "She comes with us and you leave us alone... and it stops... She goes with you.... and well.... POP!"
Mary groaned again, pulling Steve's eyes back to her as she held onto the outer curves of her breasts with her hands, staring down into her cleavage as her breasts swelled, quickly filling the space between them until they pressed firmly together and began sliding against each other, as if jockeying for position.
"Please Daddy! Please leave so they'll make it stop! Please Daddy please!"
Lisa walked quickly down the huge ramp leading to the girl's inner sanctum, not looking down into the lighted central room so her eyes could stay adjust to the darkness. The light cascading up from below wasn’t that bright, but compared to the darkness everywhere else it was like staring into the sun. Lisa shielded her eyes with one hand and held her upset stomach with the other. Her queasiness had been getting worse, especially since she ate... weird, she thought, eating usually settles my stomach.
As she neared the bottom she rehearsed what she wanted to say over and over in her head, gaining momentum and purpose as she approached the bottom. Finally she reached the main floor and turned toward the center of the room and yelled, "What the fuck did you bitches do to me!"
At least that's what she intended to say. What made it out of her mouth was more of a "What the fuck...." The pregnant girls were lying naked on the cushions, their hugely breasted servants waiting on them hand and foot.
Her eyes danced quickly from one pregnant girl to the next... Miranda was getting a foot rub. Raichel was relaxing, her girl rubbing some sort of cream onto her oversized belly. Rhonda, the youngest and largest of the girls, lay back, caressing her belly as the cleanest, most oddly dressed and largest busted of the massive boobed girls kneeled behind her, allowing Rhonda to use her breasts as a pillow.
Allison alone ignored Lisa's entrance, occupied with sucking on the teat of the huge breasted runaway kneeling next to her. She opened her eyes and glanced vaguely in Lisa's direction before raising her hand, her forefinger aloft as she continued to suck greedily at the girl's boob. Lisa looked away, trying to find anywhere else to look. Finally she heard a slurping sound and Allison called out to her, "We were wondering what was keeping you... our pets said you were here earlier... you know, they're here for you too," she said, placing a hand under the runaway's hugely bloated breast as if offering it on a platter. "Me pecho es su pecho." Allison laughed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you..." Lisa said, reaching into her purse and pulling out a couple of crackers. She quickly ate them, hoping they would settle her stomach.
Allison laughed, "Upset stomach? That's not gonna help... Your one of us now..." Allison wiped a dribble of milk away from the corner of her mouth, her lips twisted into a cruel smile... "But you must drink..."
"What do you mean 'one of you'? One of you what?
Allison smiled again, pushing her handmaiden onto her backside and forcing herself upright, "Check out our little gallery," she said, walking toward a dimly illuminated wall, beckoning Lisa to follow her.
Lisa walked warily toward the wall Allison indicated, unnerved by Allison's casual nudity, how she looked, the general wrongness of everything around her and her growing nausea. She approached the wall, but kept her distance from the strangely imposing Allison. It took a moment for Allison to realize why Lisa wasn't stepping up to the wall, but when she did, she laughed quietly..."Your gonna have to get used to pregnant bellies and boobs sooner or later," she said, stepping back from the wall.
Lisa approached the wall, looking over the yellowed newspaper and magazine clippings. There must have been thirty or forty, stretching from the 1960s to the present... all of them were lifestyle pieces about the city, most about pregnant teenagers or young mothers, but she didn’t see any real unifying thread until Allison reached over her shoulder, pointing at one of the pictures. "Look, there I am."
Lisa squinted at the picture, leaning closer, not noticing the pressure of Allison's belly pushing into the small of her back. "Wow..." Lisa said, looking at the conservatively dressed pregnant girl standing on a street corner. She glanced at the article... "That can't be you! This is from 1971."
"Yeah, and this one is from 1964," she said, pointing at a magazine clipping.
Lisa looked at the second, larger photo, struck by how obvious it was that this -was- Allison in the picture.
"You're one of us now," Allison whispered in her ear. "You'll live forever... but you must drink..."
Lisa stared at the clippings transfixed, her eyes darting from one old photo to the next, catching glimpses of Allison, and Raichel... and Rhonda stood out easily wherever she appeared, her tiny size and hugely rotund belly making her stand out in any crowd. Lisa absentmindedly reached into her purse and pulled out another cracker, shoving it silently into her mouth.
"I told you, that's not going to help," Allison said, sliding her hand across Lisa's slightly puffy abdomen... "Soon that won't be able to sustain you. Already your body is rejecting it... soon nothing but breast milk will feed your hunger." Lisa shuttered, freezing at Allison's touch, only now realizing the pressure against her back was Allison's hugely rounded belly.
"I know it's a lot to take in at first... getting huge, sucking on some dirty girl's tit... We keep a few gallons of milk in a cooler... you know, for emergencies... I can get you a glass if you like... If it makes it easier for you at first..."
“But believe me,“ Allison said in a stage whisper, “Once you suck on the real deal you’ll never go back.”
Lisa began to twist out from under Allison's hand but Allison admonished her... her voice becoming richer and seeming to echo as she spoke. "You're not going anywhere. Relax and stand still."
Lisa stopped moving as Allison stepped back up to Lisa, standing sideways behind her, the side of Allison's belly pressed into the small of Lisa's back. "Now, where was I," Allison asked..."Oh yes," she said' running her fingertips across Lisa's middle. Lisa looked down confused, but stayed still as Allison spoke.
"That's one thing I miss," Allison mused, "A flat belly... its been so long..." she said, running the palm of her hand repeatedly across Allison's belly before she stopped just below her belly button... "Ooooh, but not for long," Allison said, cupping the slight rise in Lisa's belly, just above her pubic bone.
"You know, you don't appreciate how nice small breasts are until your boobs are huge and you've got the giant brown nipples of doom..." Allison said, tracing her finger up Lisa's abdomen to her right breast and tracing around her nipple. "Just be thankful we decided to make you one of us and not into one of the milk dolls..."
"Thankful?" Lisa spat... "Thankful!" Lisa twisted around, spinning out from beneath Allison’s hand. "Fuck you bitch."
Allison smiled. "You see, it’s already begun. Just two days ago you could never have moved after I told you to be still. The power is within you. You must only feed it for it to be yours forever."
"Fuck that," Lisa said, clutching her stomach as she bolted across the room and up the ramp. Allison watched as Lisa's shadow made its way around the edge of the room, climbing upward until they all heard the outside door slam.
"We're not going after her?" Raichel asked, still lounging on the cushions.
"She'll be back," Allison said, lowering herself slowly and carefully to the cushions and calling her handmaid back to her side. "She has nowhere else to go," Allison smiled before sucking the young wet nurse's nipple back into her mouth.
Sometime around four AM Michele heard Lisa stumble into her room next door and collapse onto her bed. She stared at her alarm clock for several long minutes before she drifted back to sleep, unable to stay awake against the lure of the pleasant four AM darkness.
By two thirty that afternoon, after their mother had long since left for her first job at the deli Michelle decided it was time to try to wake up Lisa and get a ride to the Harbor. Lisa's room was dark, her curtains reinforced with a heavy sheet tossed over the curtain rod, blocking most of the light.
Michelle walked up to the bed, considering the misshapen pile of sheets and blankets before lifting one corner then another trying to find where Lisa lay sleeping.
"Hmmmm, where's the Lisa..." Michelle said smiling as she peeked under the covers again, then stepped around to the other side of the bed and lifted the sheets.
Lisa lay across the bed, curled up into as close to a fetal position as she could get, at least with her belly as swollen as it was.
Michelle barely contained a gasp as she looked down at Lisa's swollen frame. Admittedly, she didn't pay a whole lot of attention to her sister's body, but there was no way Lisa had looked like this even a day ago. Lisa's belly pushed outward, forced a smooth shallow oval curve from her sternum down to her panties by the pressure within. Lisa stared for a moment, holding the sheets aloft, her eyes tracking from Lisa's full middle up to her swollen breasts. Lisa had never exactly bloomed, although she did manage to wear an A cup bra. It was more for appearances sake than for any kind of need. Not so anymore. Lisa's breasts were much larger than any Michelle had ever seen personally. Without a frame of reference it was hard to guess their size but she was definitely larger than the busty girl in Michelle's gym class back home and that girl was a 34 DD and Lisa blew that girl away. Even more disturbing somehow were Lisa's darkened, swollen nipples. They seemed to almost grow atop her breasts, more like a coating than part of her boob.
Michelle carefully folded the sheet back, leaving Lisa's belly and legs exposed. Tentatively she reached forward, resting first one fingertip, then another on Lisa's belly, pressing slightly. Feeling little or no give Michelle placed her whole palm against Lisa's belly and pushed, feeling the firmness of Lisa’s belly rebounding against her hand. But something felt odd. Michelle let her hand sit on Lisa's belly for a moment, trying to figure out what was wrong... then it struck her... she could feel the skin of Lisa's belly slowly sliding from under her hand, as if the skin was stretching beneath it. It only took a moment to put two and two together and she gasped as she realized just how fast Lisa was growing.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Lisa said, her eyes narrowed into angry little slits.
"Uh... I... Um...."
"Get your goddamned hands off me. What the fuck!" Lisa exclaimed.
Michelle was still frozen in place, startled by her sister’s sudden awakening. When Michelle didn't move Lisa spoke again, but in her blind rage her voice seemed different somehow, more full, the sound more melodious.
"Get the hell out of here and get back to your room and you better not say a single word to mom!"
Michelle looked confused for a moment as she pulled her hand back and turned to the door. Lisa wrapped herself in her sheets as she watched Michelle leave and listened as Michelle's door closed down the hall.
Lisa blinked, not quite sure what had just happened but realizing she felt very odd. She pulled herself awkwardly to her feet, very unsteady as she crossed the room, still wrapped in a nest of blankets. Lisa reached the full-length mirror and rested one hand against the wall next to it as she let go of the blankets surrounding her.
***
Michelle obediently went back to her room and sat on the edge of her bed before she even considered what had just happened. Before she even had a chance to think about it she heard Lisa's voice crying out loudly and hoarsely, "What the fuck???"
Michelle began to get to her feet but quickly sat back down. Whatever was up with her sister she was bad news right now. Suddenly something clicked in her head... Bad news... Pregnant girls... She grabbed her butt pack and rummaged through it until she pulled out a photocopied pamphlet, crumpled in the bottom. She pulled out the sheet and flattened it with her hands before opening it up and beginning to read.
***
"We don't have any legwarmers in yet." the first girl said.
"And we don't have any of those sweatshirts either," the second girl added.
"Yeah," Michelle said, standing at the front of the vintage clothing store. "I'm not looking for that stuff," Michelle looked at the girl’s nametags. "Mandy and Candy?"
"Shut up" the girls replied in unison. "So what do you want anyway?"
Michelle pulled out her crumpled pamphlet. "They've got my sister... I want to learn."
***
"So what are they called?" Michelle asked.
"Some Latin name, I dunno," Mandy said. Mandy and Candy had closed the store minutes ago after Michelle told them her story. Now they sat in the back room of the store around an undersized card table.
"Some Latin name?"
"So we don't speak Latin." Candy said. "Like you do..." Mandy added. "They're called the Mothers of the Apocalypse" Mandy said. "Cursed to walk the earth until the end times, when they will bear the warriors that will fight God's Army of Angels. They give up their souls and bodies to evil and in exchange receive life until death"
"Uh... don't they get that anyway..."
"Shut up" Candy said. "You can't kill them. The only way they can die is when the end of the world comes and the demons within them are born. Their bodies will be consumed in hellfire and the final battle will begin."
"So how do we beat them?"
"Uh...were you not listening. We can't kill them, they're immortal. As long as those demons are inside them they can’t be injured," Mandy said.
"They can't get sick," Candy said.
"They can’t get old," Mandy added.
"And they can never die." Candy finished.
Michelle winced. "Could you stop that, you’re giving me a headache."
"Sorry," they said in unison. "We're always doing..." they continued, in harmony. "Stop! I hate when this happens. Dammit." they said, echoing each other’s words. "Shit, shit, shit" they continued... The two girls turned away from each other, staring at opposite walls.
"Are we done now? Cause if your gonna..."
"Platypus! The two girls shouted together. "Dammit," they continued.
Michelle looked at the two girls for a moment before allowing her head to drop to the table... then repeatedly banged it against the table as hard as she could as Mandy and Candy continued bickering in harmony.
***
It took four hours, but they finally had a plan. Mandy and Candy turned out to be more resourceful than Michelle had first hoped. There were five of these Mothers of the Apocalypse around and four or five of their lackeys. Mandy and Candy called them Milk Dolls. Turns out the only thing these girls can drink is milk... and not cows milk. Michelle cringed just thinking about that. Anyway, that explains those busty hobos down by the gas station. she thought. According to Mandy and Candy each of the pregnant girls needed one girl to supply her with all the .... food... she needed. but they didn't exactly hold the milk dolls in high respect... they're left to their own devices to forage for food... and if they had to forage they could be spotted. That also gave them another important tidbit... they couldn't afford to turn Lisa... not yet anyway. They just had no way to feed her.
Michelle stood atop the patio surrounding the entrance to the National Aquarium, looking across the Inner Harbor for any sign of the pregnant girls or the uber-busty helpers. She scanned back and forth slowly, trying to zoom in as close as she could just to try to make out the girls. She'd a couple of them very briefly a few days ago, but knew she'd never recognize their faces, but as Mandy and Candy pointed out, its not their faces your gonna be looking for...
In the end she almost missed them. Two girls walking slowly down the Promenade... one in multicolored pullover, the other in a bikini and spiked heels, both lugging so much boob with them it was a miracle they could either stand up. Michelle whipped out her cell phone and dialed one handed while holding the binoculars in the other hand. "Candy?.... Sorry Mandy... I got them.. one of the street people and the other ones dressed like a hooker..."
"Her name's Marie" a voice said from behind Michelle.
Michelle slowly turned, lowering the binoculars and her cell phone slightly as she turned, now face to face with three of the pregnant girls.
"or is it Marcy.... Mary? Anyway, like it matters," Allison said. "Now why are you watching our not so little friends?" she asked as Tina and Miranda circled behind her.
"What are you gonna do to me..." Michelle asked as Allison reached out and snagged her cell phone before tossing it into the Harbor.
"Depends. Answer the question." Tina laughed.
"You're after my sister." Michelle said.
"No way? You're Lisa's little sister?. Allison stepped up and grabbed Michelle's face in one hand, squeezing her cheeks painfully. "Awww, dats so cute. Twying to help your big sister..."
"So... what do you know..." Miranda said...
***
"That’s all you've got?" Allison said in amazement, her mouth hanging open in a wide smile. "You, came after us. Alone. And that’s all you've got." Allison laughed. "Your one brave little bitch!"
Michelle just stared at them defiantly.
"So, that’s all you know?"
"Yeah. That’s it..."
"Really."
"Yeah, that’s it." Michelle repeated.
"Are you sure you don't know anything else," Allison said, her voice growing deeper and more harmonic.
Michelle blinked. "I know you can't finish what you started with Lisa."
Allison, who had been waddling back and forth as they talked, stopped and looked at Michelle in amazement. For her own part Michelle seemed just as surprised as anyone that she said anything.
"What exactly do you mean?" Allison continued.
"You each need one of those big boobed milk girls to eat.... and you only have enough for you five. So you can't do whatever it takes to make her like you..."
Allyson nodded to the Tina, still behind Michelle and she stepped forward, grabbing Michelle's arms in her hands, holding them firmly behind her back.
"You know, you're right... I really should have thought ahead," Allison said as she was handed a small ornate bottle. She unscrewed the lid and dipped her thumb in the contents...
"But," Allison continued, reaching forward and smearing an inverted cross on Michelle's forehead with her thumb, "I don't think that will be a problem.
"HELP! HELP ANYBODAY ! HELP!!!!" Michelle screamed continuing until, to her relief she saw a policeman running across Harborplace toward the steps. He leaped the barricades in the queue and ran up the twisting ramp to the patio where they all stood.
"Okay, everybody freeze..." He said, removing a set of handcuffs from his belt.
"Steve..." Allison said, wagging her finger back and forth. "You're being a very bad boy. Just for that you're going to have to help us..."
Steve swallowed hard, "Help you with what?" he asked nervously.
"The fucking cops are in on this?" Michelle yelled. "Fuck me." With a nod from Allison Miranda reached over and clamped her hand over Michelle's mouth.
"You're gonna do to this girl what we did to Mary."
Steve's mouth fell open, then closed. "No way. Not a chance."
"Okay girls," Allison said. "Pack it in. We're done here."
"You're serious? That's it?"
Allison slapped Steve hard across the face, leaving a large red welt. "No, I'm not fucking serious. Give me your hands."
Steve nervously held out his hands as Allison dug one finger into the bottle of brown slime. "Now... this is how much I used on that first girl... I don't even remember her fucking name." Allison said as she smeared a streak of the brown sludge across the tips of Steve's fingers.
"And this is how much I gave Mary," Allison said, adding a bit more of the sludge to each of Steve's hands.
"and this is how much you're gonna give to her." she said, smearing another streak across Steve's fingertips.
"Sweetie, tell Steve here your name and how old you are." Allison said as she nodded to Miranda to uncover her mouth.
"I'm Michelle. Uh... I'm fourteen."
"Isn't that a cute name..." Allison said. "Are you good at school?"
"Pretty good. I made honor roll last quarter."
Steve began to shake, listening to Michelle's voice.
"You like any sports Michelle..."
"I sometimes play basketball... and roller-skating..."
"Not for much longer, I think your gonna..." Allison said before Steve cut her off.
"For the love of God, if you're gonna make me do this just let me do it..."
Allison stared into his eyes for a moment, then smiled. "What the hell, it is getting late," She replied.
"Do her up," Allison said to the Miranda. Miranda reached over and pulled the front of Michelle's top upward, uncovering her bra.
"What an adorable little bra... you're not gonna need that anymore." Allison said, pulling it away, ripping it between the cups. Despite herself Michelle turned bright red, embarrassed beyond belief.
"Thanks for the idea..." Allison said... you're right, your sister is going to need a good breakfast tomorrow.... and what makes a healthy breakfast but milk... and with this head start," Allison continued, glancing at Steve's fingertips, "you should be all gangbusters."
"Do it."
Steve seemed shocked, as if suddenly realizing what he was expected to do. He stood, staring incredulously at Allison for a moment.
Allison just looked at him coldly. "Daddy. Daddy, pwese Daddy, do what they say. Pweese daddy. Pweese." she said quietly.
"Damn you," Steve said, tears rolling from his eyes as he stepped closer to Michelle.
"Already am," Allyson smiled as she watched him raise his goo-coated fingers to Michelle's chest.
***
Michelle stumbled across Harborplace, trying her best not to look back over her shoulder as she ran. She cleared the corner near Philips Seafood and headed down the West Shore Promenade slowing as she made it about halfway to the vintage clothing store. Michelle ran her hand across her forehead, wiping the sweat from her brow as a she began to feel cold. She wrapped her arms across her chest, hugging herself as she began to slow. As she approached the vintage clothing store she slowed, seeing the lights out in the showroom.
Michelle stumbled up to the door and pressed against it, feeling the door click against the deadbolt holding it closed. "Shit" she said, pounding on the door with her fists. "OPEN THE GODDAMNED DOOR!" she yelled, continuing to pound against the door but after a few minutes it became obvious the twins had cut and run. "Damn them," Michelle said, leaning against the door before sliding slowly down to the ground, her face pale, now shivering in the warm night air.
Michelle reached up, resting her hands on her thighs and leading forward until her head rested in her hands. Michelle's eyes narrowed, a curious expression on her face as she leaned back and forth, putting pressure against her arms and feeling an unfamiliar softness pushing back. She carefully leaned back, slowly lifting her arms away from her chest, as if afraid for them to touch her breasts. Warily she looked down, then, slowly reached over with one hand and pulled the neckline of her shirt away from her chest and looked down at her braless breasts.
The thick brown paste that the policeman had rubbed into her breasts has soaked in, not leaving so much as a discoloration where it had been placed but the lack of dirty boobs wasn't a concern. Her boobs being at least a cup size or two bigger was. Where her breasts had been firm and perky but not overly large, now they hung lower, pulled down slightly by their own weight. They had lost their slight pointyness, now taking on a more round, full shape.
Michelle pinched her eyes shut as she released the neckline of her top, a tear barely squeezing out from between her eyelashes before she wiped her eyes and exhaled sharply. For a moment she sat. her hands braced against the ground as she looked out across the Harbor before she pushed herself to her feet and, leaning against the building, began the long walk home.
"It's bad enough Lisa is sleeping all day," June said, "But I won’t have you sleeping in all day too"
Michelle groggily nodded, buried under her covers, barely conscious.
"We'll talk about this when I get home," June added before Michelle drifted back to sleep.
***
Michelle shivered and pulled her leg back under her sheets before realizing how damp and cold she felt. Sweat ran down her face, gathering on the tip of her nose and chin before dripping down onto the sheets below. Michelle slowly opened her eyes, only gradually realizing where she was and that she was awake. She found herself collapsed across her bed, laying catty-cornered, her pillows stacked beneath her, her arms stretched out above her head, her head hovering several inches above her mattress.
Michelle stretched her arms, lifting her head as she yawned, feeling an odd squishy shifting as she moved before she allowed her arms to drop back to the bed, physically spent. "God, I feel like shit," she croaked as she placed her hands flat against the bed and pushed herself up.
Or tried to. Michelle's back lifted slightly, but only slightly before the massive resistance she felt forced her back to the mattress. Michelle rolled her eyes and shook her head as she lifted herself up again, this time giving up even sooner, her energy spent by the first attempt. Still not quite awake, but now growing confused at her inability to get up. She felt sick, even very sick... but this overwhelming weakness just didn't make sense to her.
Finally giving up on pushing herself up Michelle slid her feet toward the side of her bed and allowed her weight to slide her body toward the edge of the bed. As she slid backwards her breasts stayed put, firmly held in place by their weight until Michelle's face lay in her own cleavage. Michelle screamed against the soft flesh covering her face as she scrambled to the edge of the bed, her body toppling over the edge, lifting her upper body off the bed and her face off her now gigantic breasts.
Michelle was hyperventilating as she looked down, mouth hanging open, eyes huge with fear. Her breasts... When Michelle had heard about the milk dolls from the twins... even after seeing them in her binoculars... she never for a moment imagined this. Her breasts pooled in front of her, swollen into huge rounded balls of flesh. She reached down toward her breasts, stopping inches short, afraid to touch the massive mounds. They look as big as basketballs, girl's basketballs anyway, she thought, thinking back to the last time she played, lowering her hand until it almost touched her hot, sweaty boob, comparing the size of her hand to her boob. Bigger than a basketball, she thought. Fuck. FUCK. FUCK!
Michelle took a deep breath and braced her hands on the edge of the mattress and pushed up with all her might. The weight of her breasts kept them firmly planted on the edge of the mattress, at least until she managed to push herself back, away from the bed. Her breasts rolled off the bed like balls of Jell-O. Suddenly their massive weight pulled against her chest, unexpectedly yanking her straight to the floor, her breasts hitting with a loud, wet slap.
"AAAAAAAGH!" She screamed, instantly grabbing at her breasts, moans of pleasure coming unbidden as she touched them. She drew her hands back, the dull aching from the impact quickly returning, growing into a deep, bruised feeling. She reached forward again, this time trying carefully to touch her breast as little as possible, but the gentle caress had an even stronger reaction than just feeling them had. Her other hand was drawn forward as well without conscious thought, caressing her other boob lightly, both hands tracing delicate swirling patterns as she murmured contently, her hands slowly grinding to a halt as a look of serene bliss crossed her face before she snapped out of her daze, amazed by the intensity of the feeling.
Michelle gritted her teeth and crawled toward the corner of her bed, her breasts dragging across the carpet until she reached the bedpost and, reaching upward, pulled herself slowly upright and forced her legs under herself before retreating to a squat and resting. "Halfway there..." she sighed, careful to neither look down or come close to anything that might brush against her. After a few minutes she lifted, most of the weight borne by her legs as she slowly forced herself to her feet. She paused for a moment, allowing her breasts to settle against her stomach and for their slight rubbing at their inner curves to cease before she stepped toward the closet and the full length mirror on the inside of the door.
She stepped awkwardly and hesitantly, the immense weight forcing her to take small steps, not to mention the fact that walking with these boobs was like trying to push a full supermarket cart with a stuck wheel. Her breasts almost seemed to have a mind of their own, swaying and bouncing heavily, forcing her to stop every few feet until they settled down enough for her to continue. Finally she reached the door and, after hesitating for almost two minutes with her hand on the doorknob, pulled the door open and looked at her reflection.
She gasped at her own appearance. Her face was pasty and white, sweat was running in tiny beads down her forehead and the front of her chest, heading into her wide cleavage. Her breasts hung low and wide, barely touching in the middle, their full curves sticking out quite a few inches to either side of her waist. Her breasts were not immune to the cold sweats Michelle was experiencing, she noticed, seeing the droplets of sweat forming and slowly rolling down the curve of her boob and past her thankfully I still normal sized nipples and areola. She stared at her reflection, first for one minute, then for five before she could stand the sight no longer and, tears running down her face, began digging through her closet for something, anything to cover herself with.
***
Michelle walked very slowly and very carefully, her arms stretched out to either side, trying to keep her balance, a clearly failing proposition. After giving up on any of her shirts and sweatshirts as-is she finally took a pair of scissors to one of her t-shirts, cutting off the shoulders and sleeves at the armpits, leaving a narrow but fairly long tube of thin, knit cotton. Slipping into the damn thing took forever, as Michelle had to keep stopping as the soft fabric slid across her breasts and nipples making her knees buckle if she tried to pull it into position with anything like haste. Finally she had it in place and bounced up and down slightly in front of her mirror, almost knocking herself over in the process. Unfortunately for Michelle the thin fabric could do little aside from covering her, and it doesn't really do that very well, Melissa thought, looking skeptically at the semi-transparent fabric. She took a few tentative steps before she started using her arms to help balance. Her breasts still leapt around like puppies in a sack, but at least she was still standing.
Michelle leaned against the wall in the hallway with one hand as she approached Lisa's room, coming to a halt just outside her door. She placed her head against the door to Lisa's room, about to listen for any sounds from within before pulling back as the outer curve of her breast pushed into the wall, pressing it against her other breast and throwing her off balance. She barely managed to remain upright before giving up on listening at the door and simply turned the knob and opened the door about half a foot and peeked in.
Lisa was waddling unsteadily across the room, her back to Michelle. Still, the changes since last night were evident. Lisa’s hips had grown wider, her butt cheeks swollen outward into what could only be politely called a ghetto booty. Round and semi-firm, her butt jiggled slightly as she walked, her hips swaying side to side with each step. But that wasn't all that was swaying. With each step her belly rolled from one side to the other, becoming visible first on one side, then the other as she teetered along, not doing much better than Michelle at keeping her balance.
Lisa made a slow turn, walking in a semi-circle, grabbing onto the free-standing full-length mirror for support, that Michelle only now realized had been covered with a sheet, blocking the reflection. Now that Lisa turned toward the door Michelle could really see how much Lisa's belly and breasts had grown. She looked bigger than any pregnant woman Michelle had ever seen, save the evil bitches at the Harbor. Her belly looked large enough that if Michelle had to guess she would have put even money that she was nine months pregnant with twins. Her belly was full and tight, the lower curve of her belly hugging her panty line. Her belly button was pushed out into a rubbery looking little knot crowning her belly. Lisa's breasts had grown as well, but she was still a far cry from the Mothers of the Apocalypse. Still, they poured down on either side of her belly, much larger than the night before, her nipples and areola now larger as well and turned a dark shade of reddish brown. Michelle couldn't help but gasp at the sight.
It was only as Lisa yelled that Michelle realized she was crying.
"Fuck you! Okay. Just fuck off. I can't take anymore!" she cried out, placing her hands over her face to hide her tears as she widened her stance and rested her elbows to rest against her breasts.
Michelle just stared for a moment at her oversized sister, mouth agape, shocked for a moment at how much she changed before thinking of her own predicament. "I, uh..." Michelle began.
"Fuck, are you still here?" Lisa said, uncovering her face, placing one hand absentmindedly on either side of her belly, gently stroking her fullness. "You have something to say? Just fucking say it!" Lisa bawled.
Michelle wasn't sure what to say, but she knew something that would speak volumes. Michelle leaned back slightly, pulling her boobs away from the edges of the slightly open door before pushing the door open, revealing herself to Lisa in all her mega-breasted glory.
Now it was Lisa's turn to gape, her eyes wide at she stared at Michelle's massive, barely covered bust. "Oh my God, Michelle!" Lisa said, her tears slowing, "What the hell happened to you?"
"Allison happened to me," Michelle said, stepping into the room, one hand planted on the side of each breast to stop as much of their nearly incessant movement as possible.
"ALLISON???!" Lisa repeated. "How do you know Allison???"
"You know," Michelle said, "it's not like those girls keep a low profile. I was worried about you and I wanted to help."
"Helped yourself right out of any bras that fit," Lisa added, the anger evident in her voice.
"Uh," Michelle said, trying to find a place to sit, like a desk or table, anywhere easy to get up from, "You think you could stop staring at my boobs and licking your lips. I mean, I know that’s the whole evil plan here but you are so not sucking my boobs for so many reasons."
Saying this in such a forthright manner seemed to shock Lisa, making her realize exactly what she had been doing and exactly how wrong it was to be even thinking that way. "Oh God," Lisa said, waddling heavily to the edge of the bed before dropping her rear onto the mattress. "I'm sorry... it's just... you don't... you can't know... I'm just so thirsty... So, so thirsty...
"CHILL!" Michelle said, "Focus! If we're gonna get the plan to work we have to motor before either of us gets any bigger.
"Bigger?" Lisa said, skeptically. "You look as big as the other girls... except for Mary... and I must be as big as Allison and her friends..."
Michelle laughed dryly, "Please, you are so not that big. If you're gonna get as big as them you got a ways to go yet."
"No way," Lisa said, looking down at her belly, between her boobs, running both her hands over her immense roundness.
"I hate to get pushy cause I know I'm not in the best state of mind myself and I'm not like mega pregnant with God knows..." Michelle's voice trailed away as she saw her sister's scared, puppy dog eyes staring at her...
Michelle cleared her throat, "Uh... if this is gonna work we have to get dressed and get down there before the girls return to their lair. Do you know where they live?"
Lisa continued staring down at her belly, rubbing her hands across it's tight, tense surface. "Yes. I know.
"Good. Then lets get dressed and get down there. We got demon-bitch ass kicking to do."
In the end it took far longer than either girl imagined to get dressed. Having a sense of balance was just something they took for granted and, now that it was gone something as simple as pulling on a pair of shorts took on a whole new dimension.
After foraging through her closet Michelle settled for a simple pair of shorts and flip-flops, the only shoe type thing she could find with neither laces nor heels. The added search time didn’t help find anything new in the way of a top so Michelle continued to wear the stretchy, clingy tube of cotton that had the unfortunate tendency to ride down as she moved around.
"You ready?" Michelle asked through the door to Lisa's room as she leaned heavily against the wall.
"I guess..." Lisa replied unconvincingly.
Michelle opened the door. Lisa stood before her now uncovered full-length mirror staring at her reflection. Like Michelle she wore flip-flops, the only practical non-tie shoes she had handy. Lisa had settled upon thin white pajama bottoms, covered with small pink and blue ducks. Michelle had seen them before but wondered why in the world Lisa would choose to wear them in public before she realized that despite their normally baggy appearance they were nearly form fitting around Lisa's butt and thighs. Probably the only thing she can pull up over her hips, Michelle thought.
Lisa's belly was uncovered, none of her tops even coming close to covering the wide expanse of flesh. Her hands caressed her belly, running back and forth over it as if to continually remind herself that it was really there and that this wasn't some nightmare. Despite the obvious tightness and firmness of her belly her skin, especially near her outthrust belly button had taken on a stretchy, rubber-like consistency, moving back and forth has her hands worked against her tight belly. For a top she had chosen a simple oversize t-shirt she had won in a radio call-in contest last year, looking not at all simple with the hem pulled up under her breasts and through the neck before being tied into a knot, serving as a makeshift bra.
"Come on, we gotta go..."
"I dunno... I don't... I can't go out like this..." Lisa replied, rubbing her belly with one hand, cupping her boob in the other.
"Damn it, we don't have time for...." Michelle said before a moan escaped her lips and she clutched blindly at her breasts.
"What's wrong," Lisa demanded, turning around so suddenly she almost wound up planting her face on the floor.
"I dunno," Michelle said, breathing in short, quick bursts, "It's almost like..."
"Oh my GOD!" Lisa said, "Your nipples...."
Michelle pulled down her makeshift tube top, uncovering her now sweat-covered breasts as she felt around her nipples before her hands froze, her eyes growing wide. Her areola puffed up, as if being inflated from below, slowly growing taller and then wider as they went from a pale pink to an ever darkening reddish-brown. They continued to widen, over the course of two or three minutes stretching out over at least 8 inches in width and one in height, looking like a milk chocolate cap coating the front of her boob. Even before her areola slowed their outward growth Michelle felt her nipples twitch before beginning to swell themselves, quickly pushing outward to the size of the tips of her thumbs before they slowed and finally stopped.
"God," Lisa said, waddling slowly and ponderously over to Lisa's side, "Are you okay????"
Michelle stood, hands on her thighs, just above her knees, half squatting, trying to catch her breath. "Oh shit... what the fuck was that???"
"I dunno," Lisa said, "but your boobs look a lot like Mary's. She's one of..."
"ARRRRG!" Michelle grunted, as she reached down, holding her boobs under their lower curves to support the weight. As Lisa watched they swelled quickly, her wide cleavage being replaced with a cleft between her tightly packed breasts as they grew, filling in the space. As their growth slowed it became obvious that even the slightest motion was enough to make Michelle's breasts push against each other in an almost obscene way, as if they contained a pair of lively puppies and not simply flesh. Almost as suddenly as it started the growth ended.
"Christ..." Michelle said, catching her breath and pulling up her makeshift top, "I think we're all out of time. Lets go."
Lisa nodded silently as they both slowly and ponderously made their way to the bedroom door.
***
Michelle and Lisa crossed Harbor Place, gathering quite a few stares as they slowly headed toward the distant shops. Michelle was trying her steady best to keep the massive wobbling of her oversized breasts in check but was failing miserably. They shook, quaked and leaped, seemingly unrestrained by physics, dragging her body along for the ride. Lisa, for her part stared at the display intently, the dreamy contentedness evident in her eyes as she watched, occasionally licking her lips.
"Can you please try to control yourself for like two minutes," Michelle said, staring at Lisa.
Lisa shook her head, as if waking herself up. "I'm sorry...its just... You don't know what its like... I haven’t been able to eat anything in almost 2 days. It just all comes right back up... But I know... I can feel... milk... that would..."
"Just get that whole idea right out of your head right now. Do you want to be stuck like those girls till the end of time? Until you drink the change can be reversed. So stop with the "I vant so suck your blood" talk, okay?
"Okay," Lisa said, her voice returning to the dreamlike numbness as she stared into Michelle's exposed cleavage.
"So what’s it like being pregnant," Michelle said, changing the topic.
"Really, really weird." Lisa replied, running her hand across her belly as she walked, her belly bobbing back and forth as she lumbered along.
"Yeah. I kinda figured," Michelle said.
"Its just... all this weight up front... I can barely walk... and my belly feels so weird, like my skin is rubbery and stretched out and... weird. Here, feel." Lisa said, taking Michelle's hand and placing it on her belly.
Michelle rubbed Lisa's belly lightly, taking in the texture of her skin and the firmness of her belly. "Wow... that feels... amazing..." Michelle said.
"Yeah right," Lisa said as she turned to Michelle, her belly pushing Michelle's boobs back as it passed over them. Almost as soon as Michelle's boobs touched Lisa's belly Lisa let out a gasp and grabbed her belly with both hands.
"What happened?" Michelle asked as she stepped back from Lisa.
"I dunno but I think..." Lisa said before experimentally stepping forward, pressing her belly against Michelle's boobs. "Aghhhh!" Lisa exclaimed, stepping back...but not before Michelle realized what Lisa already knew...
"Holy shit, your belly grew! It really grew!! That must be what the twins meant when they said the milk dolls completed the becoming of the Mothers of the Apocalypse.
"Whatever," Lisa said quietly. Lets just not ever do that again..." she replied, as she turned and began to waddle toward their destination, one hand rubbing the side of her belly, the other pressed firmly into the small of her back.
***
The door to the museum clicked open with ease, the lock not particularly good. The girls ducked in the doorway quickly, pulling the door closed behind them, hopefully before the light alerted anyone to their presence. "Okay," Lisa said. "Just let your eyes get used to the dark and we'll head down."
"Okay. This should be easy," Michelle said. "We go down, grab the milk dolls, you tell them to come with me. We take them back to our house. No food for the baddies and they go poof!"
"And they have to listen to me. Hell, they wanted to listen to be before when I was here."
"Okay. Piece of cake. Where are the preggos?"
"Dunno, but the boob girls said they're out all day."
"Hey!!"
"Sorry," Lisa said as they made it one level down. "I wasn't thinking..."
"Where are they anyway," Michelle said as they made it to the ground floor and she had a chance to look around the room.
"Over here," Lisa said, waddling toward the arched out cove she found the girls in a few days ago.
Lisa carefully stepped toward the curtain and carefully pulled it aside, scaring herself as she found one of the five milk dolls standing right behind the curtain, as if waiting. She, like the other four wore only shorts, barefoot and topless.
"Girls," Lisa said, "This is my sister. She's going to get you out of here. Follow her."
"Okay," the standing milk doll said and shortly all five girls pulled themselves up and followed Michelle and Lisa out of the little room, clutching what clothes they possessed in their hands. Michelle stared at the girls as they went by, silently comparing herself to them. Two of the girls sprinted ahead toward the exit, they're breasts shaking and bouncing madly as Michelle and Lisa followed. M
"See, I knew we could pull this off," Michelle said as she looked at Lisa before they both walked into the two girls that had run ahead, almost knocking themselves down.
"What’s up? Lets go."
"Allison said we're not going anywhere," the lead milk doll said, dropping her top to the floor as she stepped toward Lisa. "And neither are you."
"It's nearly five... a girl behind them said... they'll be back then... "
"and when we give them both of you," Mary said," they're gonna fix one of us and let her go..."
Lisa turned to the girls, and said, obviously frightened as the milk dolls closed in, "No, stay back! Leave me alone!" but the girls ignored her.
"You need to be angry... their power comes from anger!" Michelle said as one of the girls pushed her away and another leapt at Lisa, easily knocking her unbalanced body into the huge nest of pillows. Another Milk doll quickly joined the first, sitting across Lisa's legs before leaning forward and resting her breasts across Lisa's belly. Lisa let out a gasp as the first girl made contact and then the second and soon all five milk dolls were atop Lisa, joined together in some sort of rhythmic tribal dance-like movement
Michelle pulled at the girls, trying to pull them off her sister as Lisa fought against them, but to no avail. As quickly as one would begin to come loose another would grab her and pull her tighter. As Michelle began to realize the full futility of her actions Lisa called out to her quietly.
"You have to get out of here," Lisa said as one of the girls untied her t-shirt, allowing her boobs to fall naturally against her belly.
"I'm not leaving you here!" Michelle screamed as she began to cry.
"They're coming. I can... I can feel them okay... they're close." Lisa groaned again, trying to reach her belly past the flurry of hands and breasts rubbing at it. "If you're not gone when they get here we're both fucked. You have to go."
"NO! I'm not leaving you!"
"You have to," Lisa said, then gasped almost orgasmically, "Before it’s too late..."
"I'll get help... you just stay away from that milk...."
"Just hurry... please... I can't hold out for long...." Lisa said, "So thirsty, so very thirsty."
Michelle turned as quickly as she dared and ran up the ramp to the exit, clutching the handrail to avoid being thrown to the ground by the weight of her breasts. As she reached the doorway she turned and looked back but without the bright Coleman lanterns she could only see the vague outlines of what was going on below.
"I'm coming sis," Michelle said, and turned the doorknob.
The vintage clothing store was empty when Michelle wobbled in, the bell on the door dinging as she entered.
"Shit" Mandy said, "They got her!"
"Get out!" Candy said, holding up a cross.
"Hello? Crosses? You were the ones that told me those wouldn't work. Remember? The only thing that works is making them drink holy water, and that’s just the pregnant ones."
"Shut up!" Mandy and Candy replied.
"Besides, I'm not one of them."
"Those 88 double Zs say different." Mandy said, poking her in the boob.
"Hey, she's not full of milk yet!" Mandy added, pressing her hand into Michelle's boob.
"Really?" Candy added, feeling her other boob.
"Uh, is this really necessary?" Michelle asked, then after a moment added, "Okay, that’s enough. Leave my boobs alone."
"They're so soft" Mandy said.
"She can't be milking yet," Candy said.
"So their evil torture mind control crap can't be working yet." Mandy replied.
"Let go of my boobs," Michelle said.
"Sorry," the girls said in unison. "It's just.... Wow..." Mandy said.
“You want a set of your own? I’m sure it can be arranged,” Michelle sighed. "It's heavy as fuck, its way sweaty and sticky. Very eeeew...." Michelle continued.
"So you're fucked. Just not yet," Candy said.
"Gee, you're so supportive." Michelle sighed and walked over to the counter before she simply stood on her tip-toes, maneuvered her breasts over the counter and dropped back down, allowing the counter to bear the massive weight. "Lisa and I went to go take care of all this mess and they captured her and almost got me."
"Almost?" Candy said, staring at Michelle's massive bust line.
"Okay, try to think this through. The preggo bitches don't know who you are, right? But Lisa and I do..." Michelle said, gathering confidence as she spoke, "So if they get me and my sister, guess who's next..."
Candy and Mandy swallowed hard, looking away from Michelle before their gaze returned to her face. "Okay, but what were you trying to accomplish down there?"
"We were gonna take the milk dolls outta there and leave the preggos without anything to eat. No food and they die. Done in one."
"Yeah, and it took them how long to turn you from a normal high-school girl into a mega-boobed sex slave." Mandy said.
Michelle blinked.
"Taking away their food won't work. They could make a dozen more milk dolls in one night. You have to pour holy water down their throat. That will burn them out from the inside." Mandy continued.
"How can we force them to drink anything? They'll just tell us to go away or fuck ourselves or something with that hypno-voice thing and we're done." Michelle asked.
"Plus even if you did get in there and get past the magic voice thing you need someone to help you get the boob girls out." Candy said.
"Hey!" Michelle said.
"Sorry, but it -so- fits." Mandy said as she shrugged and gestured to Michelle’s massive boobs.
"So how are we gonna get to where they are and get them out and avoid the preggo bitches from hell." Michelle said.
"We have an ace up our sleeve."
***
"Fuck no! I am not working with him," Michelle said, slamming her hand on the tiny table they were working at, sending her boobs off into another tremor tantrum.
Officer Steve Drombowski was too ashamed to even look at Michelle as she spoke.
"I'm sorry... I had to do what they said..." Steve tried to explain.
"So much for protect and fucking serve!" Michelle said, throwing a large book at Steve.
"They have his daughter." Candy said, "The one dressed like a hook.... a beach slu... the one in the bikini."
"They did the same thing to her they made me do to you..." Steve said quietly.
"Except they did me worse, whatever that means." Michelle added, rolling her eyes.
"You look about Mary's size now," Steve said, his eyes unconsciously drawn to Michelle’s impossibly deep cleavage.
"Yeah but who knows when its gonna kick in again," Michelle replied as she caught Steve’s gaze and pulled up her jury-rigged tube top, covering as much of her cleavage as possible.
"So we better act fast. Steve, what's in that bag of tricks."
Steve turned to his rucksack and pulled out a long cardboard tube and upended it, knocking a large roll of white and blue papers to the table.
"We start here."
***
It took until almost 2 am to finish their plan and by that time no one was up for anything besides sleep.
"Lets just crash here so we're ready. Two PM is zero hour. Lets all try to get some sleep."
The girls hit the sack in the back room of the store amidst the piles of newly arrived and unsorted vintage clothes. They slept very well at first, but around four AM a noise awoke Mandy.
"Who's there?" Mandy said, listening again for the sound.
A dull moan sounded again, this time easily recognizable. Mandy got up and walked across the room to where Michelle had been asleep.
Michelle lay on a pile of jeans and denim jackets, biting down on the sleeve of one of the jackets to stifle the sounds she was making. Still, she was loud enough to wake Mandy.
Michelle's breasts were growing again, that much was certain. They know were even larger than before in general, but her nipples were larger than before as well, and , unlike the rest of her boobs, her nipples were still growing.
Michelle's areola had grown, along with her nipple forming a huge, almost cone-shaped mass of nipple and areola. Her nipples were thickening, now beginning to look more and more like cow's teats than anything that belonged on a person. Her areola had swollen as well, forming a wide and firm base for her newly enlarged nipples to rest upon. But they weren't resting. Michelle was diligently rubbing her hands over and around her nipples and areola, her eyes closed, tears pushing out between them.
"Fuck" as all Mandy managed to say.
Michelle opened her eyes and looked up, "They're so much pressure... it feels so... I dunno... its like the pressure is pushing them out..."
"Uh, maybe you should get a room," Candy added, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
Michelle groaned even as she gave Candy an angry but slightly disaffected look.
"God, like this could get any worse," Michelle added just as Steve walked into the back room.
"Is everyone all... Oh God," Steve said, looking away.
"It's okay Steve." Michelle said as she forced herself to her feet, instantly grabbing and rubbing at her breasts again as she spoke, "Of course you can look, it’s your handiwork,” she continued, closing the gap between them until her breasts were only inches away from his belly.
"Think you could leave them alone for a minute, that’s just disturbing." Candy said.
As their eyes adjusted to the light they realized Michelle's face was bright red. "If I leave them alone they hurt, ok. I don't mean 'minor discomfort' hurt or 'dull ache' hurt. I mean 'jammed my nipple in a car door' hurt. So if it makes you uncomfortable just fuck off. I'm at least ten times as embarrassed as you are." Michelle said through her tears.
Everyone looked away, embarrassed.
"But what do they..." Candy began.
"Like hot dogs okay? Morbid curiosity time over? How about you all stop staring at me and get back to sleep... Hopefully this will go away by morning.
Mid afternoon, deep in the bowels of the partially completed Peale Museum of Fine Arts something stirred for the first time in ten or more years.
A quiet electrical hum filled the lower level for a moment before the very familiar sound of air conditioning began. The nearly naked milk dolls began to get up, abandoning their charge at the center of the room and trying to track down where the blasts of cold air were coming from, even as their nipples grew hard and they began to shiver under the frigid onslaught.
As they reached the edges of the room, finding the offending air vents, lights on the uppermost level flickered to life, quickly followed by the next level. By the time the milk dolls realized what was going on it was too late as several thousand watts of lights came on, illuminating the marble floor and entrance foyer from above. The milk dolls folded under the lights, blinded temporarily by the brightness.
With a quiet ding a large hanging mural featuring ZZ-Top fell to the ground as the elevator doors behind it slid open, the mural snagged on the opening doors. Steve bolted out before the other girls even had time to move, racing from huge breasted girl to huge breasted girl handcuffing them as quickly as he could. Before the others had even made it ten feet into the entrance foyer he had returned. "They're taken care of."
"Good," Mandy said. "Your turn."
Michelle walked slowly toward the main room and the huge futonesque pile of pillows there. Even from a distance it was obvious that Lisa was there, sitting in the middle of the room. What Michelle wasn't ready for were the details.
Overnight under the milk dolls expert manipulation and ripening skills Lisa had grown to at least the same size as the other girls, now rivaling the largest of their number for sheer belly size. There was no way people would accept this as a normal pregnancy simply due to how gigantic her belly was, well into triplet or quadruplet territory. She sat in her nest of pillows, eyes barely open, gently running her fingertips across the sides of her belly.
"Holy shit, you're huge," Michelle said, still fondling her oversize nipples as she spoke.
Lisa's eyes snapped open, giving the evil eye to Michelle.
"You suck," she said, her voice dropping in pitch while picking up a deep melodious rhythm.
Michelle blinked then, after pulling down her makeshift top, carefully placed her arms under one breast, slowly and carefully hoisting the thirty pounds of breast to her mouth before sucking her huge nipple in.
"Oh my God," Lisa said, totally embarrassed and mortified. "Stop sucking!" she said.
"da powe comes fom anger!" Michelle lisped, not able to close her mouth completely to form words around the gigantic nipple.
"yew ar a foken bish!" Michelle added, but that only severed to get Lisa laughing, far and away the wrong attitude to undo the command.
***
"Mary honey, it's me... dad..."
"You can't be here daddy. You have to go," Mary cried, "If they catch you here..."
"Honey, we're going," he said, wrapping his coat around her while ignoring her handcuffs. "But I need to know... Michelle's sister said they keep a tank of milk here for emergencies. Were do they keep it."
"Down in the fridge over there," Mary said, pointing to one of the out coves, "But that won't help... why open the carton when the cows are here for free..." Mary cried.
"Let's go." Steve said, planting a warm, fatherly kiss on the girls cheek, lifting Mary to her feet.
Steve went back to the elevator to the twins. "It's in there," He said, pointing to one out cove as he led Mary into the elevator. Mandy and Candy nodded, each grabbing one of the handles of a large duffel bag they had left in they elevator when they arrived. Steve cut across the room quickly, headed toward the next milk doll as Michelle called out quietly for help.
"Twy again!" Michele said, drool escaping from around the sides of her mouth, flowing down her nipple and over her boob.
The twins opened the duffel bag on the small table, pulling out two-gallon jugs of milk and one gallon of water. After dumping and rinsing the original container they popped the tops on each of the gallon jugs. "2 gallons milk, half cup sugar." Candy said quietly, dumping the ingredients into the vat. "And one gallon holy water," Mandy added, pouring it into the cooler before giving it a good stir and sliding it carefully back into the fridge.
As Steve continued to round up the milk dolls and walk them to the elevator Mandy and Candy went check on Michelle and Lisa.
"I didn't think it was possible," Candy said.
"But this is even more disturbing than the playing with the nipples thing," Mandy continued.
"Shuf op!" Michelle said, before returning to her overly eager sucking.
"What do we do about her. There's like no way we can lift her, she's too huge," Candy said.
"Hey!"
"Ixnay with the uge-hay!" Mandy said. "You wanna wind up like her?" Mandy continued, pointing to Michelle.
"HEY!" Lisa replied.
"Shwes god a poin" Michelle mumbled.
Steve reported back to Mandy and Candy and between the three of them they pulled Lisa to her feet. She stood even more unsteadily than the day before, her belly and breasts now making it nearly impossible for her to move at any more than a slow mosey.
"Uh... Clothes?" Mandy said. looking at the nearly naked Lisa and topless Michelle.
"Time guys," Steve said, tapping his watch.
"Allison and the others must have some stuff around her somewhere," Candy said as she went to search, having a hard time pulling her eyes away from the car wreck that was Michelle and Lisa."
"Stop with the sucking!" Lisa ordered again.
"Ewe hav to twy hawder!" Michelle said, but this time Lisa laughed so hard that Michelle began to think that her grossly enlarged nipple was going to become a permanent fixture in her mouth.
Soon Steve was headed up the ramp to the surface entrance carrying tools and three wooden beams while Candy returned with various random items of clothes.
Five minutes later everyone was back in the elevator.
"What do we do now?" Lisa asked.
"Now we wait."
Steve entered the vintage clothing store, finding Candy and Mandy milling about among the racks. He nodded to them before he turned, locked the door and pulled down the shade. "Where are the girls?"
"Back room," Candy shivered. "You don't want to go back there."
Steve headed to the door to the back room, "I have to see Mary."
Almost as if from nowhere Mandy stepped in front of the door as Steve reached for the doorknob.
"No you don't," Mandy deadpanned. "Believe me, I've seen what's happening in there and I can't stomach it... and one of them isn't my daughter."
Steve stared into Mandy's eyes and again reached for the doorknob. Mandy sighed and stepped back. "Every time you close your eyes your gonna see this..."
Steve opened the door and stepped in, even as Mandy shielded her eyes and stepped away.
Lisa was sitting atop the pile of jeans and denim jackets that Michelle had slept in the night before. The top they'd put her in when they left the museums was gone, her huge breasts pouring to either side of her belly. The five milk dolls surrounded her, their tops and shorts gone, some wearing panties, others not. They ran their hands and breasts across Lisa's belly, and over each other's breasts. Lisa's head lolled to one side, her eyes barely half open. "Get them off me," she whispered over and over, "get them off me...."
Steve reached down, his disgust turning to anger as he grabbed his daughter by the arm, pulling her off the pile and grabbing her by both arms, shaking her. "What the hell is wrong with you!"
"I can't stop daddy..." she cried, "They can make you do things... they just tell you and you can't stop," Mary said, struggling against her father, her eyes already staring at the dog pile.
"Swes tewwing da twuth" Michelle said, sitting on a chair at the opposite corner of the room, sucking intently on her massively overgrown nipple. "Bewive me, wo habe no choize."
Steve released Mary and grabbed another girl's arm, but as Mary went right back to her former position he realized the futility of his actions and released the second girl to return to the dog pile before backing out of the room.
***
"What the fuck!" Allison exclaimed, tugging at the street level door to the museum.
"Maybe it's just stuck" Miranda opined.
"Fat chance," Allison replied, placing one hand against the door. "A little help here."
***
Inside there was little or no indication of what was going on outside aside from some mumblings heard through the outer door. Soon however the door seemed to be glowing, first from one spot, then two, and then three. Each glowing spot expanded, taking on a definite hand shape before the door blew off its hinges, flying inward and crashing into the wall thirty feet away.
Allison strode through the doorway first, looking upwards at the bright lights, shining down from above and shivering slightly at the unexpected chill of the central air. Quiet but pleasant music played in the background as all the girls looked around confused. "What the fuck?" Raichel exclaimed.
Allison strode over to the edge of the ramp and looked down into the central room. "Tina, check on the food." she commanded. Tina nodded and leapt to the top of the railing surrounding the ramp and then leapt down to the floor three stories below.
"They're gone... and so is Lisa."
"How dare they!" Allison said, leaping down to join Tina. She strode purposefully to the out cove where the milk dolls slept and threw open the curtain revealing the squalid but empty room within.
"They didn't touch our little backup." Rhonda called out from the out cove with the refrigerator.
Allison strode back into the main room and joined the other girls who had by now leapt down to the main floor, fury evident in her eyes.
"Okay. Now they're gonna pay. First we eat, then they die."
***
Several hours later nothing had changed inside the clothing store, aside from the increasing desperation of those within.
"Guws?" Michelle said, coming out of the back room, still suckling her gigantic breast, "I done kno how mush logger Lisa cam hold oup".
"Is anyone else hungry," Mandy said, "Besides Lisa."
Michelle just gave Mandy a cold look.
“Oh… and Michelle.”
Michelle just stared at her.
"Hey, I haven't eaten since breakfast and I'm starving... and besides...its just too weird in here.
"Wike dats my fawlt," Michelle replied trying her best to look indignant.
Candy and Mandy just stared at Lisa, “Uh… yeah.” The twins turned to Steve. "Could you go next door and grab us something at the burrito place?"
Steve looked at his watch. "It has been five hours, I guess its safe." Steve said and walked over to the door. "Lock it right behind me. Just check through the glass to make sure its me when I get back."
Mandy followed Steve over to the door, hands on the knob and lock. "Ready?" she asked.
Steve nodded and Mandy opened the door. Steve flew backwards into the shop, landing heavily against a rack of 50s biker jackets. Mandy tried to push the door closed, but against the force being applied from the outside her arms felt like wet noodles.
Allison walked past Mandy as if she was of no concern, but when the other preggos filed in they quickly grabbed her, holding her arms behind her back.
"So this is the hotbed of activity... our enemies headquarters," Allison laughed as Rhonda and Tina dragged the twins over in front of Allison.
"What are you going to do with us?" Candy asked.
"Well... first you're going to help replace what was stolen from us," Allison said, pulling out a small bottle and opening the lid, plunging her thumb into the thick brown slime.
***
Steve slowly awoke to the stabbing pain in his right kidney. Soon he could hear a conversation, as if off in the distance, but almost that quickly he recognized Allison's voice and suddenly found himself wide awake.
"After that dose we won't need five girls anymore, you two will be plenty," Allison said, nodding to Tina and Rhonda. They released the girls and both girls stood akimbo, staring down at their chests. While neither girl had been busty before that was quickly changing as their breasts began to grow, already up to c-cups, perhaps small Ds.
Allison laughed, "You know, stimulation speeds this up... and we don't have all day... we like our food fresh... Rub each others boobs. Now."
"You've got to be kidding," Mandy deadpanned.
"Rub each other's boobs." Tina said, her voice taking on a richer, deeper tone.
Even as the twins reached for each other's chests it was obvious something was wrong with Tina. She clutched at her stomach and leaned heavily against a clothing rack, pulling it to the ground with her. Suddenly she screamed as her whole body convulsed, her belly stretching as if something within desperately wanted out. Her belly split open lengthwise and a huge seven foot tall red skinned giant burst from Tina's frame before turning almost instantly to a thin brown dust that dissipated before it even reached the floor. Only moments later what was left of Tina followed suit, turning to a pale brown dust before disappearing completely.
The preggos stood around, staring in awe at the empty spot on the floor where Tina had been.
"What the fuck!" Randi said.
"It must be them. Some trickery," Allison said, turning to the twins. They were crying now as they prodded and rubbed each others breasts, each of them rapidly approaching a time when their only option would be custom made bras. Raichel grabbed Mandy and spun her around, Candy instantly following, continuing to rub Mandy's breasts from behind. "What happened to her!" Raichel demanded her voice taking on a increased resonance. "I...I dunno..." Candy said, but before she even began to speak Raichel had already fallen backward, writhing on the floor before exploding in a cloud of rapidly disappearing brown dust.
"FUCK!" Allison yelled, grabbing Mandy by the wrist, folding her hand back painfully. "What did you do to us!" Allison asked, careful to remain calm.
"I'm going to check the back," Miranda said as she waddled to the back of the store. Just as she reached the door Steve stood up and, taking careful aim fired a single shot at Miranda.
Miranda turned, her face shocked as she felt the wet spot on her chest with her fingertips. Then she began to laugh. "You stupid fuck, you can't kill us. we're fucking immortal," she said as she ripped her top open, a pale light already shining from her bullet wound as her flesh knit itself back together. Then a look of concern crossed Mirada's face as she reached up, touching her wound again, She drew back her hand and stared at the brown dust that covered her fingertips. "Allison!" she cried out as the corruption spread outward, flesh turning to dust turning to nothing as it spread.
"Screw this," Rhonda said, "I don't know what they did to us, but I can feel it eating away at me... and using our powers just makes it happen faster. Fuck this. Let's kill them all."
Steve turned his gun on Rhonda and said, "You might want to think twice about that... without your powers you’re just bitchy 16 year old with a weight problem. You can't kill me. Hell, you can't even put on your own shoes anymore. Gave up your soul to turn to dust in a vintage clothing store outsmarted by a couple of townies... now that’s rich!"
"SHUT UP!" Rhonda said, the fury and energy evident in her voice. Even as Steve fell silent Rhonda had already clamped her hands over her mouth but it was too late. She turned to Allison and began to waddle toward her but the only thing that ever reached Allison was a cloud of dust.
Allison looked desperate for a moment, then looked at the twins and their rapidly swelling breasts which they continued to massage, then over to Steve...
"Still can't talk Steve?" Allison asked, a sly look in her eyes...
Steve opened his mouth than closed it again, unable to speak.
Allison laughed, "Well, you might have gotten rid of us, but I'll have the last laugh.
"Listen very closely Stevie.... KILL THEM ALL. SHOOT EVERY ONE OF THE BITCHES THAT SET US UP THEN GO TO YOUR DAUGHTER AND KILL YOURSELF IN FRONT OF HER!"
Steve blinked and pulled his pistol out of his holster even as a bright light began to stream from Allison's eyes and mouth. She seemed to be molting, layers of skin sloughing off and turning to dust before drifting away into nothingness. Steve raised his weapon and took careful aim at Candy as enough of Allison's flesh had dissolved to make her skeleton clearly visible. Beads of sweat erupted from Steve's forehead as he hands shook, obviously trying his hardest to force his hands to lower his gun, but to no avail
Then suddenly, Allison's skeleton exploded into a massive cloud of dust and light, filling the room with a thick brown haze.
Steve stood there aiming and cocked his pistol, waiting for enough of the dust to clear so that he could get a good shot, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Steve," Michelle said, no longer sucking on her oversized nipple and placed her hand on the top of his pistol and pushed it toward the ground. "It's over..."
Steve blinked and dropped his pistol, rubbing his eyes with his fingers.
"Not quite over," Candy and Mandy said, trying desperately to support their now soccer ball sized breasts.
"Almost" Michelle said, pulling on her gigantic teat. A stream of milk shot from her nipple, pouring onto the floor. Even over this brief time it was obvious her breasts were shrinking as the milk left her boob, turning to dust moments after it hit the floor.
"What about me?" Lisa said, struggling out of the back room, still big as a house, her belly almost preventing her from walking at all.
"I dunno," Michelle said.
"You try any holy water yet?" Candy asked?
"Now that sounds like an idea," Lisa said, opening the duffel bag and drinking what was left of the holy water in the mostly empty bottle. For a moment she felt like she was choking then her body shook like a wet leaf before a ghostly white glow expanded out from her, brightening until no one could look at her.
When it cleared she appeared to be her old self, flat chested and flat bellied, but nude.
"Good thing we're in a clothing store," Lisa laughed, ducking behind a rack of prom dresses while trying to preserve what was left of her modesty with her hands.
***
"Girls, I have great news!" June called out, carrying two pizzas with her as she walked in the front door. The girls came running down the stairs together, but unusually in June's experience they weren't arguing for a change.
"You know the new job I've been telling you I interviewed for? The director of advertising for F.A.O. Schwartz? I got the job." she smiled. "$62,500 plus benefits!"
June high-fived her daughters as she carried the pizzas into the living room. "You two dig in awhile. I'll get the drinks." June continued, and all but danced into the kitchen. She reached into her shopping bag and pulled out a bottle of white zinfandel and poured out a glass, taking a self-satisfied sip before pulling a box of vanilla ice cream out of her grocery bag. "Who wants milkshakes?!?!" She called out, leaning into the hallway.
Both girls quickly and gleefully answered yes though their mouths full of pizza.
June returned to the kitchen, scooping ice cream into the blender even as she considered what her new job would be like, thinking of all the new opportunities. She poured vanilla extract on top of the ice cream then went to the fridge for some milk.
"I just knew everything would work out," she said quietly to herself as she opened the refrigerator door.
June reached past the gallon of whole milk and grabbed a brown sack from the back of the fridge. She reached into the bag and pulled out a large ornate red glass bottle and uncorked it, pouring the slightly yellow liquid into the blender before throwing the empty bottle into the trash, a dreamy emptiness evident in her face.