By SL.
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Lara Croft had always been possessed of an adventurous spirit. Normal life had never been her fancy; she couldn�t stand the day-to-day life of gala parties and the meeting of celebrities. It had always been far to dull for her, a quaint lifestyle better left behind.
No, Lara could only find joy in the quest; the true thrill of life. For years she had done nothing but hunt down the holy grails of the world, lost treasures long since forgotten and yet still desired. Lara couldn�t imagine anything being more appealing than holding a relic of the past in her hands.
Still, she kept telling herself that as she slowly made her way down the narrow shaft of a pyramid. Weeks ago she had been contacted by the London Musuem. Lara had become famous for her exploits and the curators new of it. That was why they had paid Lara a hefty sum of money to find the Necklace of of Rah, a sacred object long since buried with an Egytptian priest, Ahmul. Legends had sprung up about the Necklace�s great powers and what-not, but Lara could care less about power. She just planned the savor the moment when she found the necklace glittering this sand-swept land. And how she longed for it. It had taken Lara Croft weeks to learn of the location of the pyramid where Ahmul had been laid to rest; information garnered from research coupled with the denizens on the backstreets of Egypt. And even then it had taken countless walking and searching to find the pyramid in the endless desert.
Holding her flashlight gently, it being the only source of light this far down the pyramid�s tunnel, Lara gingerly wiped the sweat from her brow. Clad in nothing more than a low-cut green-blue spandex leotard, with khaki short-shorts coverint he bottom half, she had dressed accordly for the heat� but it still was bloody hot.
Shaking her head in an attempt to clear her mind and forget the heat, Lara continued her trek down the shaft� when she saw light at the end of the tunnel. And she heard voices coming from the pyramid�s tomb.
Quickly, Lara turned off her flashlight and held ever still, desperate not to attract the attention of those who had found the pyramid before her. Lara stopped her descent down the tunnel by pressing a foot against both sides of the wall. Holding very still, keeping her breathing low and quiet, Lara listened as hard as she could to the voices that came from the tomb.
�I can�t believe we made it before she did,� the first voice said. Lara didn�t recognize it.
�So much for the Tomb Raider,� another unknown voice concured. �She doesn�t deserve that title.�
�What did I tell you, boys? Tapping Miss Croft�s phonelines would pay off. Now we�ll get the reward from the London Museum for retrieving the Necklace of Rah and the vaunted Tomb Raider will get jack-squat.�
Lara recognized that voice. Arthur Sinclair. They had met at Oxford and right off the bat Lara knew she couldn�t stand the man. He had no spirit, no drive. It was all about the money. Oh, sure, Lara didn�t mind getting a bit of cash for her adventures, but at the end of the day it was the adventure itself that mattered. And he was nothing more than a copycat. He�d never cared about treasure hunting until he�d Lara take about wanting to do that sort of thing after college. He�d always mocked Lara for her desires and it was like he went out of his way after graduation just to screw up any hunt she went on. Like now, for instance.
�Enough is enough.� Lara grinned. �Looks like this is going to be more of an adventure than I thought.�
Lara quickly brougth her legs together and slid down the remainder of the tunnel. As soon as she exited the shaft and hit the floor of the tomb, she went into a forward roll so pass by the two hired thugs and crouch next to Arthur.
�Lara��
Lara didn�t let the man finish. Grinning, Lara slammed her fist up between Arthur�s legs. Arthur�s eyes went wide as his mouth fell open in a silent scream. The �gentleman� fell to his knees and bent over, clutching his aching groin.
�G� get her�� Arthur wheezed.
Quickly, Lara stood, vaulting off the floor. Bullet reigned down on the flooring where she had just been, quicking up dust. Landing behind the gun-wielding thugs, Lara quickly grabbed then around the temples and slammed their heads together. The two men fell to the ground, unconscious.
Smiling at her handywork, Lara looked towards Arthur, who was finally standing up, though delicately. In his right hand was a golden necklace that sparkled from the light from the flashlights he had set in each of the tomb�s corners.
�You wouldn�t have gotten this far without leeching info from my phone calls,� Lara said politely. �So I�d say it�s only fair you hand over the Necklace of Rah, Arthur.�
�I don�t think so, Lara,� Arthur
replied, his voice almost a squeek.. �I still hold the advantage in this
encounter.�
�Oh, really?� Lara smirked. �Your two men are unconscious and you�re voice has been raised by a couple hundred octaves. And I will tell you this� I have no problem raising it more.�
�The Necklace of Rah will be mine, Lara.�
Lara knew the legends; it could not
be. �You can�t take it from the tomb, though. Surely you know the legends��
�Yes, yes� the relic cannot leave
the tomb in a man�s hands, it must be retrieved by a woman. If a man were to
take the Necklace of Rah, he would meet destruction at the power of two orbs
that would rise from the desert sand. All superstition, I tell you.�
�Maybe so� but that treasure is mine to claim.�
�Foolish woman,� Arthur cackled.
�After all the times you�ve foiled my plans� did you really think I wouldn�t
come prepared for you?� Arthur slowly removed from his jacket pocket a red
diamond.
�What�s that?� Lara asked.
�I find this on an expedition in Greece,� Arthur answered. �It�s called the Crimson Glory. Centuries ago, the Amazons left Themiscyra and invaded the mainland. For months the villagers of Greece suffered. The country sent forth all its soldiers to stop the Amazons� but they failed. The Amazons slayed all the soldiers, save one. He was allowed to live and was sent back to his leaders to tell of the tragedy. And the villages continued to fall. Finally, the oracles of Greece called to the ancient gods for a divine weapon that could save their people from the Amazonian assault. The wish was granted and the gods bestowed upon the oracles the Crimson Glory. Irecli, the sole living soldier spared by the Amazons, marched into battle with the Crimson Glory� alone. And he vanquished the Amazons with ease. If this gem can defeat an Amazonian army, I�m sure it has the power to stop you!�
The gem began to glow red and Arthur smiled.
�Enough of this,� Lara said,
ignoring what Arthur had said. She began walking towards Arthur. �That necklace
is coming with� with��
Lara stopped. She felt something. Something odd. Her chest was tingling.
�W-w-what?�
Lara looked down and saw a sight that made her freeze in shock. Her breasts were shaking. Clad in the the leotard, it created the illusion of blue Jell-o jiggling.
�You always did have big boobs,
Lara,� Arthur said, his eyes glowing alongside the Crimson Glory. �Massive ones
to be exact. All natural, you said. Well, it�s time your rack became a threat
to you!�
Lara shook her head as she watched her chest continue to squirm in her top. Lara had to ignore the strange sensation. Taking her eyes away, she began walking towards Arthur, intent on victory.
And then it truly began. Lara�s
eyes bulged. She felt a pressure in her chest. And then her breasts bulged. The
sudden feeling jolted Lara�s body, causing her head to snap back, her back
arching.
�What is going on?� Lara could see it, feel it. Her breasts were growing.
At the tender age of twelve, Lara had developed. There was no intermedium of size, she went straight to a 38-DDD. But now� now she felt her chest becoming more endowed for the first time in nearly two decades.
�Stop it!� Lara screamed, looking at Arthur.
�I think not,� Arthur said. �I�m
rather enjoying this.�
Quickly, Lara�s breasts continued to swell. In only a minute they had grown to the size of basketballs, stretching the spandex�s fabric.
�Oh, good, good!� Arthur smiled.
Lara did what she could. She quickly wrapped her arms around her buxom figure and squeezed in a futile attempt to push her breasts back to their normal size. It accomplished nothing� and Lara�s chest continued to grow.
Arthur�s smile suddenly changed to
a look of horror. �Wait� if you grow to big, the exist will be closed off and
I�ll be stuck down here!�
Arthur quickly made a beeline for the tunnel, but Lara was two steps ahead of him. She swung her now bean bag sized busom in his way, causing Arthur to bounce off the breasts.
�You don�t leave until you turn me back to normal,� Lara threatened. �Or we all die down here.�
Arthur shook his head as he stood.
�No, no� I think it�s time I paid you back for what you did earlier. An eye for
an eye��
Arthur slammed his foot directly into Lara Croft�s crotch. Lara gasped in pain and slumped to her knees. She tried to hold her crotch to sooth the pain, but her massive breasts were too big for her to get her arms around.
�� A groin for a groin.� Arthur got up and began running up the temple.
�Boss!�
�Wait for us!�
Arthur turned to see his two
employees. �Sorry, boys. You do your job and take one for the team. Still,
you�ll go out in style.�
Lara shrugged off the pain radiating below her belt and ran for the tunnel, her breasts� bouncing throwing her off balance.Still, Lara made it and forced her way up the tunnel after Arthur, her breasts dragging on the tunnel�s floor.
�You won�t get away!�
�Oh, really, Lara?� Arthur let go
of his perchance on the tunnel walls and slid down the tunnel at Lara. The
heels of his feet crashed into Lara�s rapidly expanding busom. Lara�s eyes went
wide as the impact sent her careening back down the tunnel. �Time to hasten
things, eh, Miss Croft?�
Arthur�s eyes went red with the Crimson Glory. And then he began climbing up the tunnel as fast as he could.
Lara watched him go, helpless. She could feel the process of breast inflation growing faster. The straps of her leotard snapped and the spandex fell to her sides. All that stood between Lara�s mammaries and the air was her white bra.
�Smothered by big tits,� the first
thug said. �I guess it could be worse.�
��Least I�ll die with a smile,� the second one said.
Lara shook her head.
And then her breasts burst forth from her bra, destroying the undergarment. The swelling intensified and filled the chamber in seconds.
True to their word, the two thugs smiled as their bodies were crushed between flesh and stone.
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����������� Arthur smiled as he ran from the pyramid. He had Necklace of Rah, the Crimson Glory, Lara Croft was dead and he wouldn�t have to split the money with his two thugs. All in all, a good days. Work.
����������� Arthur�s glory faded, however, when he felt a tremor in the sand. The tremor grew in its force, causing Arthur to fall on his side.
����������� �What is
this?�
����������� Arthur looked at the pyramid and his eyes went wide at what he saw.
����������� The pyramid of practically exploded, the stones that made its being falling to the wayside as two objects burst forth from the remains.
����������� The two flesh-toned globule orbs were already bigger then the pyramid, bursting forth from the stone and sand. Arthur strained his eyes and could see a figure atop the two globs. It was Lara Croft.
����������� �Oh my God�� Arthur gripped the Crimson Glory so hard he felt cuts form in his hand. But he couldn�t reverse the process. Lara only continued to grow. �Blast it!�
����������� Arthur pulled himself up and began to run in terror. He glanced back once and could see Lara�s chest was still expanding. A great wall of breast was charging forth at Arthur, almost like a tidal wave. Sand was kicked up in its wake.
����������� �No!� Arthur screamed. He couldn�t make it. �No!�
����������� The giant breasts overtook Arthur and ran him over.
����������� �Orbs� heh, those who wrote the phrophecies truly had a sense of humor��
����������� Arthur felt bones shatter and organs burst under the tremendous weight of breasts three times the size of a pyramid. He could feel his body dying. And then he was gone. And without the lifeforce of its wielder to power it, the Crimson Glory turned dull.
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����������� High atop the twin mountains of her chest, Lara could slowly feel her breasts returning to their natural state.
�����������
����������� �Oh, thank bloody God.�
����������� However, Lara had long to wait. Twenty-four hours later, her busom had finally returned to its proper size. Standing up from the sand, no longer force to balance her body on her breasts, Lara spotted the dead body of Arthur.
����������� �He was a jerk,� Lara said solemnly. �But even he didn�t deserve such a death. He couldn�t control the power of the gem and it killed him.�
����������� Lara took the Necklace of Rah and the Crimson Glory. Lara then buried Arthur as deep as she could in the sand.
����������� �Now where�s my ride?�
����������� Just then, a jeep pulled up in the sand. Hours ago, Lara had paid a local to drop her off and pick her up in a few hours.
����������� �Ah, thank God!� Lara said, seeing her ride.
����������� The driver�s eyes wandered to Lara�s breasts. �God be praised, indeed.�
����������� Lara�s brow furrowed at the comment. She looked down to find that she was topless, her shirt and bra destroyed by the inflation. Sheepishly, Lara covered her breasts with her arms.
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����������� Lara Croft, now dressed in a blazer with a short miniskirt, sat in the secretary�s office, awaiting a meeting with the curator of the London Museum. A little tired from the plane trip to London, Lara let out� yawn and stretched, causing her chest to buldge out a bit. Lara looked down at her breasts and suppressed a giggle. With all the strenous activities she participated in, Lara had always found her chest to be nothing more than a hindrance. Yes, it occasionally allowed her to gleen help or information from a smitten man (well, more often then not), but such a large chest made doing certain acrobatic stunts quite difficult. Lara had grown accustomed to such a thing and coped. Still, it had always nagged at the back of her mind how they were a pain. But after that experience in Egypt, Lara would never consider her true bust line too big.
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�Miss Croft,� the secretary said. �Mrs. Orvilio will see you now.�
Lara stood up from her seat and entered Mrs. Orvilio�s office.
�Hello, Miss Croft,� Orvilio said. �Please take a seat.�
����������� Lara sat down. �Mrs. Orvilio, as I said on the phone, I retrieved the Necklace of Rah.� Lara pulled the relic out from her pocket and handed it to Orvilio.
����������� �Just in time too,� Orvilio replied. �We promised the public a gala showing of the treasure in an hour. You came very close to being late, Miss Croft.�
����������� �I�m� I�m sorry,� Lara replied. �I would have been here sooner, but I had to wait for� for a situation to deflate.�
����������� �Excuses, excuses.� Orvilio spun her chair around and looked out the window, her back to Lara. �You came close to tardyness, so I�m afraid we cannot pay you the sum we agreed upon.�
����������� Lara was flabbergasted. �You�re just looking for a way to be cheap!�
����������� �I�m surprised at you, Lara,� Orvilio replied. �You�ve always been reported to care little for money; it�s all about the quest.�
����������� �Yes, it is,� Lara replied. �But it�s the principal of the matter. We had an agreement.�
����������� �Not anymore,� Orvilio responded. �Don�t let the door hit you on the way out.�
����������� Lara bit her lip, but restrained herself. She left the office and the museum, stepping out into the morning light.
����������� �Blood little witch,� Lara rasped, stopping for a moment. �I really, really shouldn�t� oh, the bloody �ell with it!�
����������� Lara reached down her top and pulled the Crimson Glory out from between her breasts. Both the gem and Lara�s eyes glowed red.
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����������� Judy Orvilio smiled as she stood before the audience of civilians and reporters she had invited to the unveiling of the Necklace of Rah.
����������� �Good afternoon,� Orvilio said. �I promised you all a rare sight today and I never go back on a promise. Get your cameras ready, boys and girls. You are in for a treat.�
����������� Orvilio prepared to reveal the Necklace of Rah from behind her back when her chest began to quake quite suddenly.
����������� �What in all of Heaven?�
����������� Orvilio�s breasts tore through bra, blouse and jacket and spilled out onto the floor. Each breast was the size of a bean bag.
����������� �Oh my God!�
����������� Orvilio screamed as photos were taken and headlines about to be written.
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