JoAnna
by oxomox

When I first started working for Joanna, I was 27 and she was 23. I was a recent graduate with a doctorate in Physical Therapy and she was a recent graduate with an MRS. straight out of NeoHollywood or some opium fantasy. She had grown up 'kissing cousins' with several blue-blood families on the East Coast, spent her teens in some private boarding school, then Finishing school, and then somewhere in there was the debutante ball, Sunday afternoons hitting the links, etc. Soon thereafter she married an old-money playboy who was finally ready to settle down at sixty seven. For their honeymoon he gave her an island in the Keys, to which he moved her immediately.

It was quite a place. There was a decent sized villa done in ancient Roman architecture, though the interior was very progressive minimalist design, even for the 30's. Similar to the 'pop' interior design of the 70's, only with muted earth-tone pastels. The large eastern courtyard was ringed by fallen and decaying pillars. Conversely, in the western courtyard where their spring-fed swimming pool lay, the pillars remained upright. The courtyard of the villa had been turned into a greenhouse which nurtured a tiny rainforest.

But Joanna had married a busy man, who only saw her when he could fit it into his schedule. She didn't really seem to mind. Her attitude was always calm and always attentive; noble, but not condescending. She fell into it quite naturally soon after he'd started courting her, and by the time I came into her life she'd perfected it at a thousand cotillions, socials, showers, brunches, high teas, etc.

Shortly before I met her, Joanna's peace of mind had been challenged pretty seriously by an incident at a risqu� late night party in uptown Manhattan. For not the first time, several of the women had wore European cut outfits that exposed one or both of their areola. Joanna was no different and being adventurous she chose a simple off-white outfit that exposed her entire left breast, the smaller of her A cups. She wore no make-up, instead caressing a little baby oil into her copper skin and putting her hair in an intricate blonde braid-work that wreathed her head. As a final ironic jest at minimalism, she hung a single diamond earring from her freshly pierced nipple.

Joanna's arrival at the party drew a stir in the women acknowledging and admiring her taste and wit. But her victory didn't last long. Joining the crowd that evening were a number of jet-set South American high society, including one young playboy and his new wife, Christina. Her outfit gave some pause to everyone in the room, halting entire conversations and bringing the room nearly to the brink of a rude silence when she was announced.

Both of Christina's enormous, full, pendulous breasts were in plain view. Her outfit had a gypsy flavor about it with a flowing red skirt whose ornate waistband rode loosely around her hips. She had triple strands of golden charms dangling from nipple rings, crossing her body as they fell to her waist, there weaving together into a light gold-chain belt from which hung a thousand more trinkets. Huge hoop earrings and a simple red silk headdress finished her look.

The women were awe-struck by this outfit. It was almost too risqu�, but she truly had the body to carry it off with. Her boobs didn't merely justify her gypsy cum Godiva nakedness, they seemed to demand it. The men were mixed in their reactions. Some were completely unaffected, but most were quietly observing her shimmy and jingle as she moved through the room that night.

Many of the wives had been getting their breasts genetically augmented around that time, and Christina appeared to be one of the most successful to encourage her boobs to keep growing. Synthetic amino acid chains were tailored to her genetic make-up so that a daily supplement of amino acid tablets was all it took to allow her boobs to grow. And while Christina's breasts were approaching the largest the guests had seen yet, they also seemed to have retained a lot of their symmetry even now after her bosom had become dramatically pendulous. She was enormously feminine, dark skinned and supple; her saucer sized aureole only just a bit off-center, to the outside and slightly down.

It was mid-way through the party when Joanna overheard her husband remarking to another man "if my wife's breasts were that big, I'd love to see her wear that dress�"

And it might not have been so bad if it had been the only time she heard him say it. But he said it so many times over the course of the evening, she caught him saying it gratuitously. It started to wear on her, and whenever she turned a cautious eye towards Christina, she felt a longing to share the other woman's pride.

Not long after that, Joanna saw a specialist to get her genetic pattern read, and soon she was taking her own tailor made amino tablets. I was hired to help Joanna anticipate and prevent back problems, in addition to be her personal trainer. Joanna had decided that she was going to grow her bosom at least as large as Christina's and I was to be Joanna's 'breast-keeper' as they grew.

When I arrived, they had already grown to an impressive D cup, and Joanna spent much of her free time by the pool tanning her new cleavage. That's where we were first introduced. Joanna's husband and I had crossed the west lawn and threaded our way through the pillars by the poolside. As we came upon her, she was lying in a minuscule string bikini that was doing a poor job of concealing her privates. She rose smoothly from her lounger and pardoned herself as she wrapped a light sarong around her waist before shaking my hand.



"Joanna, please meet Sondra Johnson."

"Sondra, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too Mrs.�" I began before the young woman gently stopped me.

"Joanna, dear. Just Joanna."

"Joanna then. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Joanna, why don't you show your breasts to Sondra so she can get started?"

"Certainly dear," Joanna replied before casually offering her boobs for my appraisal. In the short amount of time that she had begun taking the aminos, her breasts had spread their bases across her upper torso. And while her fat D cups were firm, they certainly weren't the firmest breasts I had ever seen. They moved very naturally in my hands as I examined them and I could see in Joanna's reaction that they were still quite sensitive.



During a long talk about with Joanna about her breasts I shared her husbands concern that her breasts might get so large that they would impede her movement and threaten her health. She joked to me that they were going to get so big the only thing they were going to impede would be his checkbook. Besides, I was hired to make sure her breasts didn't impede her seriously in any way. Regardless of size.

The first thing to do was to find out how strong her back already was, and was I surprised. Even without tone her muscles were strong and resilient. At 5'7" she wasn't an amazon or anything, but she was well curved where it counted, and that was without considering her already proud chest.

So I wrote out a daily schedule that involved a lot of high rep work for endurance, and started having her eat heavier meals. Within two months of my arrival Joanna's breasts had grown to an impressive F cup, demonstrating a very rapid, firm growth pattern. I remember one Tuesday evening her husband returned from a business trip and marveled at her new breasts. He opened her shirt, lifting and inspecting each boob in turn before congratulating her now that they overflowed his hands. He told her that he would like to see a lot more of these boobs around the house.



Two months later Joanna's boobs dangled heavily past a double G cup. Fortunately her back was strong enough to permit her a stately posture as she walked. She was always covered when she was in public, and dressed semi-conservatively as well. Only the pronounced girth of her pendulous breasts brushing against the material of a sweater or a baggy dress hinted at her amazing size. It was now clear that her growth pattern was not merely as strong as Christina's must have been; Joanna's was stronger.



Joanna deliberately began avoiding social occasions, spending all of her time exercising or eating and strolling about the estate. She kept this up until at the end of two months when she finally allowed herself to go to a wine-tasting party, her first time in public since she passed a double D cup. Her boobs were now a startling though still quite stately triple H cup.



This time it was her entrance which brought the greatest attention from the partyers in the front hall. As she was being announced, she doffed her plain cut white summer jacket to completely reveal her breasts. She wore a pastel aqua-green dress with a halter top designed to be pulled deliberately into her cleavage but with just enough slack to suggest a past functionality. The ornamental material was then pulled under her pendulous breasts and wrapped around her waist into a plunging back-line that exposed a small part of her bottom. Her tanned skin contrasted warmly with the cloth, giving her a fresh, summery look that met much approval at the party. Her jewelry was sapphire and emerald chips in light gold rounding the outfit perfectly. A number of women congratulated her on her new size and she gave out her amino-therapists number several times.

As the evening wore on, a few women and then a few men as well asked if they could manually inspect her bosom. Joanna was flattered by the attention her chest was getting, and graciously consented to their examinations. Her breasts were heavy unsupported teardrops that hung deeper than her navel. Each breast was overwhelming enough that her fans required both hands just to lift one, the smaller weighing about fifteen and one quarter pounds, the larger fifteen and three quarter.



As Joanna's boobs continued to swell, so did the fashion of large breasts in general. Many women were having amino treatment to augment their size; revealing tops seemed to become de rigor. But while many women were content to stop at a double D or an E cup when they found difficulty carrying such large boobs, Joanna was an exception. She immediately saw the regality and nobility of growing to near immobility and continued her amino treatment for another two months.

By that time she had grown to a queenly double Q cup. Each boob weighed over twenty five pounds and when Joanna walked, these enormous breasts swung heavily and bulbously near her waistline. Each areola had spread to roughly the size and shape of a dollar bill and her nipples were about the size of pencil erasers.

We continued to keep Joanna fit, though several exercises were necessarily cut out of the program. Running was no longer possible, obviously, so we had her concentrating on the Stairmaster. It was getting more and more difficult for her to use it without locking her arms, so we constructed a sling that she rested her breasts in as she exercised. The height of irony was watching her bench-press without wearing a bra beneath her shirt, which was a fairly common, though still entertaining occurrence. She would struggle pushing a bar with two twenty-five pound plates into the air above her, but her chest would be spread in these great fleshy pools, rolled over her sides onto the floor behind her.

A back massage was now a daily ritual that I performed for her. But it became more and more difficult to reach her naked back as her breasts now formed formidable mounds when she lay on her stomach, so we had a special massage table made. The breasts fit through holes which allowed them to hang beneath the platform as I massaged her.



Even with the attention she was getting from her re-emergence into society Joanna remained humble and cool. She began to treat her breasts as impassively and apathetically as she could, though many times I thought I caught a hint of pride in her calm attitude.

And who could blame her if she was proud? Her chest was larger than any other society girl, teen, or woman, Miss, Mrs. or Ms., petite, junior, or queen-size; and still growing. Another woman might have flaunted them all the time, but apart from the wine tasting party and a couple of other occasions, Joanna had kept her nipples discretely hidden. Although at informal picnics, she did wear the occasional breezy sun-dress that offered a glimpse of one areola or the other. And on a lark at Halloween she attended a very informal costume party as a stock broker who had just lost his shirt, cheekily hiding her nipples beneath the waist-band of an enormous pair of designer slacks. She rounded the costume out with suspenders, a pocket watch and fob, fedora, briefcase and umbrella, hanging the case from the umbrellas handle over her shoulder. That was about the most risqu� thing she did during that time.

But Joanna was fighting a losing battle with mobility and in the next couple of months after her chest passed a double Q cup, we were forced to admit that she would need more help getting around as she grew larger. Her husband could afford to hire an army of caretakers, and while I only asked for three, I received six women to assist me in caring for Joanna's chest. It seemed that her husband was more interested in bragging about the size of her entourage then in worrying about it's necessity.

And as for Joanna, as her breasts grew big enough to require an entourage it might have been very easy for her to become embarrassed by his bragging but she was enjoying it way too much. Both her popularity in society and her reputation in fashion taste were growing lock step with her cleavage. And if her husband was going to demonstrate his wealth to the world through her chest, she was going to signal her love by eager pursuit of the largest possible breasts.

A special bra was built for her when her breasts began brushing her thighs. It was a very efficient neo-art deco device that levered and lifted the weight of her chest with her hips, but it took two girls to hold her boobs up until a third girl had readied the cups of this monster bra. Bathing herself was also requiring more and more work as she could no longer reach all of her girth very easily, so two of the girls would wash her breasts as Joanna shampooed herself and waited their attention.

The last public appearance she made where she bared her bosom unaided was a each house birthday party in her honor. Her breasts flooded down her front in a heavy tidal wave of flesh that finished somewhere near her knees. Her areola were then shiny pink discs the size of plates, pointing just to the sides and up. She had reached the point where she couldn't touch her nipples if she was standing up, and she could barely reach them when we bathed her. These gigantic breasts were beyond any cup description; a full fifty five pounds apiece. And though she walked as gently and gracefully as a queen might while four girls carried her boobs in two towels before her, she had just turned twenty four that weekend. That weekend she spent most of her time laying on the beach. The girls would lay Joanna's boobs on towels to either side of her and then rub several handfuls of sunscreen onto each. They were so enormous she had to prop herself up on her elbows to see the ocean over her browning breasts. When she did walk around, even her friends who knew her well gawked. Her boobs were so incredibly enormous and yet she was so casual about them. She probably didn't think about it, but the sarong she wore to and from the beach could have just barely covered one of her breasts, and could never hope to contain both boobs. Not that she was trying to cover them at all, but seeing her modestly wrap the cloth around her waist while her bare chest commanded such attention was almost silly.

Joanna was still able to attend public functions without our assistance for a number of months after that, provided she was wearing one of the brace-bras. As she grew, so did the size of these bras and the number of woman it took to help her into them. But this time was coming to an end as her breasts came to weigh too much for her to carry herself.

It was when her breasts could rest on the ground as she stood straight that Joanna felt they were finally too much to move alone anymore. That's when a pair of slings on a wheeled scaffold was built. It was also done in a neo-art deco style that was very tasteful. We would lift her breasts into and out of the slings depending on whether she wanted to sit or stand. We would also help her move the scaffold when she walked, and we made sure to find her couches large enough to sit and relax in.

In her next bared-chested public appearance a month later, Joanna pushed her breasts around in her cart as a new mother might wheel around the proud contents of a giant baby carriage. She had filled her first scaffold sling to overflowing with her opulent globes, now resting on twin nests of black velvet, the same material as her cocktail dress. Spaghetti straps graced her shoulders beside a choker with a diamond solitaire. Her life-saver candy nipples were now both pierced and she'd had me hang large diamond pendants from them, dangling three or four inches to the edge of her serving plate sized areola.

Joanna was almost embarrassed by the number of people commenting appreciatively on her breasts, praising her style, taste, good fortune, size, shape, display, and now natural her breasts looked. Many men and women alike told her in confidence their admiration and encouraged her to keep growing. Other women at the party had started amino treatment some months before and were baring their pendulous loads. Some had obviously only just started the treatment, their C and D cups displayed girlishly. Others had clearly been doing it longer, and a few women in the house were displaying dramatic double F and double G cup bosoms. There was even one woman who bumped her quivering boobs with her thighs as she walked about. But none could compare to Joanna's incredible size. Her breasts weighed over two-hundred and fifty pounds each and laying in their special slings, preceded her by several feet. They were bigger and heavier than all of the other women's breasts combined.

As she grew accustomed to the cart, she increased her amino intake two hundred percent, partly because she knew she would be taken care of regardless of how big she got and partly out of competition and pride. Within a month she grew too big to fit in her husband's jet and was confined to traveling to and from the island by yacht.

The last time she left the island for pleasure, three months later, she attended a fund raising dinner on an estate near Miami. She stayed for two days of nearly non-stop eating and drinking before she tried to return to the ship. A residual build up of amino acids that suddenly metabolized with a huge surplus of food over the weekend grew her boobs too heavy to get in the shuttle from the yacht. She had noticed her incredible surge in growth during the party but had been unable to gauge how much larger she was getting since she hadn't wore a top on this particular occasion, and so she gorged herself all weekend long. By the time we had wheeled her bulk to the shore for pickup, we realized that even if we could get her into the shuttle there was no guarantee that her boobs wouldn't sink it.

She had to be taken to a nearby shipyard to get loaded by crane onto the yacht. Then when we returned home, there wasn't a crane available to lift her off the yacht, so after she stripped we gently slid her overboard and helped her swim to the beach. She had us help her back up the beach a ways so that her bare boobs were mostly out of the waves, and then she spread out on her back, soaking up the sun and rejoicing in her return home. She stayed on the beach most of the day while her husband hired enough men to carry her to the villa.

She continued growing for about another year, inviting guests to the house for a hundred dinners, brunches, and weekends away, but not traveling anywhere anymore. Often she would entertain while seated in the center of the living room, her nipples and most of her breasts discreetly concealed beneath a fashionable smock or a cartoonishly customized mans dress shirt.

The last time she displayed her enormous boobs in society was at an evening pool party she was throwing. She had to have a crane lift her chest into the swimming pool, then we laid a hundred floating candles in the water about her. As the sun set, the candles milled around her gently jiggling womanhood like a thousand fire flies or campfires at the foot of some great mountain range.

Every woman at the party was filling at least an F cup, even some of the teenagers, though several were now well into requiring extra support. Two women were carting their breasts before them, tipping the scales well into the two hundred pounds a teat range, and there was even a German seventeen year old whose six hundred pound breasts rode were so firm and round she could barely be seen over them. Still Joanna dwarfed them. When her last growth spurt had finished after the fund raising dinner weekend, she washed up onto the shore with an enormous pair of thousand pound breasts quaking gently in the waves before her. In the following year she had over doubled their weight. On land her magnificent bosom spread out loosely in front of her, rising four feet off the ground, spreading three feet past her sides and preceding her by twenty four feet. There simply hadn't been enough time for any other woman to get as big as two and a half tons. Most women had started after her and none of the women who started before her had been able to match her growth rate. She was clearly the largest woman in the world, but she was too discreet to try and lay claim to that title.

However, at the end of the year a rumor came that another woman in the Caribbean was approaching Joanna's girth and ensuing immobility. And within a month, it was confirmed. Christina was only a hundred pounds shy of Joanna, but closing fast and giving every indication that she was going to keep going.

Joanna seemed to have no choice but to grow again if she wanted to maintain her status as the most fashionable woman. Her husband didn't appear dismayed at all, in fact, he bought her another year's supply of amino acids before she even asked.

And she started to, too. She started to get bigger for another month until she had ballooned another couple hundred pounds, but then she stopped. She reached a sudden decision and had herself loaded onto a freighter while her husband had left for a month on business. In a letter she left on the table for him, she announced that she was getting rid of her breasts, she'd be home in a few months.



In an gesture of charity and goodwill, Joanna had volunteered her time and breasts to the Red Cross. She had decided to take a different amino acid combination that would induce her to lactate and gradually shrink her breasts as she gave milk, which she felt should be used to help people. Soon she was traveling from one arid location to another, giving her milk and as much help as she could manage.

When she left, she had taken the growth aminos that her husband had purchased and finished them all within the first month. Within the first month and a half, she reached her largest size before she began lactating, each breast weighing a colossal five tons, pressing ahead of her a good sixty feet. She was taking the whole thing very well, having us dress her in a pith helmet, riding boots, jodhpurs and suspenders everyday. Occasionally she would have to explain her size to the natives we encountered, but the attitude abroad seemed to be very accepting. So accepting of nudity in fact, that she felt comfortable providing her anatomy as the model in a sex education program for girls in their early teens in several different countries. She showed them the features she had that they could reasonably expect to emulate such a pubic hair and hips, as well as explaining why they would probably never grow breasts as large as hers.



When she first induced her breasts to lactate, she had to drink water night and day to keep up with her breasts demands. Within a week she had gained two more tons of weight. A water hose was discreetly entered into her anus and run the length of her intestines up to her stomach, delivering water faster than she could drink it but only just barely faster than her breasts could absorb it. It was only another month when she reached her absolute largest.

She was being picked up from a beach town in the Philippines after delivering enough milk to nearly overflow the villages storage facilities. The crane operator had tried to lift her off the beach, but stopped when he only managed to lift her an inch above the ground. Then he set her gently back down. She was told she had to lose weight before she could get on the ship for her breasts now weighed roughly twenty tons and the crane could only lift eighteen safely.

Impatient to lose weight, Joanna had herself positioned on the beach with her nipples facing the water. Two portable pumps were attached to her nipples, while a third pump attached to a new larger hose that Joanna had had inserted in her bottom increasing her water supply. After making sure Joanna was comfortable, we were ready to turn on the pumps. The villagers had gathered to watch this white woman with impossible breasts be milked like a giant golden cow and they were not disappointed.

When the first pump came to life, pouring cool water into her stomach, Joanna moaned at the sensation. And when each of her breast pumps were turned on, she moaned again. She seemed visibly excited, and why not? Standing naked before these villagers, not merely bare-chested but nude, with her back slightly arched to allow a large water pipe into her painfully stretched bottom. And before her were her gigantic, quivering boobs, warm and full of milk. She was the biggest woman in the world, feeding an entire village even as each breast grew to a jaw dropping ten tons, and now beyond. Her breasts were growing and growing as the pump forced water into her body.

A sheet was draped over her to give privacy as she gave in to the sexual fervor rising inside her, but she shook it off. Instead brazenly reveling in her gigantic stature, she masturbated proudly before the natives as the sun went down. Campfires were set in a comfortable ring around her on the sand. The villagers came to see her whale sized bosom quiver as she bucked against it's swelling mass in hundreds of orgasms that night. Sometime during the middle of the night her nipples became so large and produced so much milk, the pumps couldn't keep up and her suction cups were blasted free as milk gushed from her. It was then that she was her largest, though we could only guess at her size. For behind these nipples we could only see the silhouette of her breasts rising above the circle of campfires. We had no way of comparing those huge dark masses with anything meaningful save perhaps for the ship. Joanna herself was dwarfed by these monsters. In fact at one point just before her suction cups blew off, I could see her feet plainly leaving the ground as her bosom continued to inflate.



The following morning she had shrunk to a manageable eight tons of breast, but decided to keep draining herself. She was tired of being big-boobed and ready to return to a more manageable size, feeling that the fashion of giant boobs was about to end, and she was going to beat it to the punch.

In another week of sitting on that beach, Joanna shrank from having breasts that weighed four tons apiece to a pair of two hundred pound monsters almost impossibly firm but for the miracle of modern medicine. After returning to the island, she continued to shrink her breasts, milking them daily until she had finally returned to her original A cup. When last I heard, she'd made a startling flat-chested presentation that knocked the socks off of south Florida high society. This popularity was only augmented by the National Geographic article and pictorial of her Red Cross work.

I have been let go and am now heading off to work for Christina, who apparently doesn't feel that the breast trend has ended. I've heard that she passed the fourteen ton mark last month and decided to triple her amino intake.