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1

At the time it sounded like a good idea. Two couples decided to spend their Christmas vacation together in the far north of Sydney, one of Outback's two massive continents. The cabin they rented was in the foothills of the northern part of the Zipperback mountain range. Yet Mother Nature had other plans. A snow storm was brewing, and the couples haven't reached their cabin yet. Adding to their discomfort, the old-fashion snowram had a malfunction in its power distribution system. The couples hoped to find their cabin before the vehicle lost all power.
    Nathan Doherty brought the tracked vehicle to a halt. He peered at the bleak landscape through a pair of binoculars. The snowram's windshield was clear of frost, but the occasional gust of wind brought up clouds of loose snow. Looking out, Nathan saw that the sky was less promising, for it was filling with ominous grey clouds. Sitting in the front seat next to Nathan was Winifred, his dark-haired wife. "Honey," she said, "any sign of the cabin yet?"
    "I should be seeing it now," Nathan said, the cold air turning his breath into little clouds. He turned up the thermostat just a bit. "It's in this area. Those are the two landmark hills." He pointed toward the northeast. "Those hills mark the entrance of the canyon. Our cabin should be just in front of those hills."
    The other couple, clad in yellow cold-weather suits, were in the back of the vehicle. The man, Rufus Sutherland, looked in the direction Nathan was pointing. "Nathan, what about the GPS downlink?"
    "I would try it," said Nathan, "if the atmosphere and local magnetic field would cooperate for a moment. The loadstone deposits around here aren't helping matters either."
    Ewa, Rufus' wife, removed a dedicated GPS receiver from a thigh pouch. "Here, let me try mine." After a few moments of work the receiver beeped in a reassuring way. "According to this, we're within the specified area. Try starting the locator beacon for the cabin. We're within range."
    Nathan shrugged his shoulders, pressing a button on the control panel. "I hope so. Every moment the radio is transmitting will mean less power in the battery." Five seconds later came a reply. A schematic filled the small screen on the vehicle's dashboard. Nathan wrinkled his nose in thought. "That's odd. According to this, the cabin is behind the hills."
    "It's confirmed on the GPS." Ewa showed the receiver to Nathan. "Four kilometers, north by northeast."
    "Considering our situation, we'll take what we get." Nathan guided the snow vehicle in the direction of the cabin. Twenty minutes later the little group reached the cabin, and it was none too soon. Snow startled to fall at a steady pace. The wind picked up as well, reducing visibility to mere meters. Due to the forcefield equipment installed in the cabin, the covered entrance was free of snow. Thus able to see, Nathan retrieved the passkey from his cold suit pocket. With a pronounced expression of relief, Nathan opened the door and stepped inside.
    Next in the cabin was Winifred. Her brown eyes scanned the interior of the cabin's living room. It was dark and gloomy, but her wetware-aided eyes easily spotted the control panel. She went over and activated it. "Power supply is at 97%. The heat will be on in a few minutes."
    Rufus stepped inside, his protective hood still in place. "Let's get the gear before it really turns bad outside."
    Nathan grunted. "I hear you, Rufus. Wearing the same set of clothes for a week would be rather unsettling."
    "Oh," said Winifred in mock surprize. "So wearing the same old sweatshirt after coming home from work for two whole weeks don't count, eh?"
    "That's totally different, Winnie. It wasn't like I was going anywhere important in that shirt."
    Winifred snorted as she turned to the door. "Straight from the horse's mouth. Making those wine cooler runs to the store must've been quite important in your book."
    "Winnie . . . " said Nathan in defeat. He was given a consoling peck on the cheek by his adoring wife.

Hours later the two couples were ensconced in front of the simulated fireplace, soaking up the warmth from the cleverly-modeled space heater. A real fireplace would've been impractical and wasteful of heat. It didn't matter for the lovebirds, for they were engaged in a heat-generating activity of their own. Between kisses and popcorn munching, the conversion centered on the cabin they've rented.
    "Nathan," said Winifred, her eyes inviting and clear, "are you sure this is the right cabin? It feels, well, a bit odd."
    Like the self-assured man that he was, Nathan made a comforting look for his wife's benefit. "Your female intuition is imagining things, Winnie. What's odd about this place?"
    "It's nothing I can put my finger on. It's the general atmosphere."
    Nearby Rufus and Ewa stopped their smoochfest. "It's the static electricity created by the love in this room that's disturbing the atmosphere," said Rufus whimsically. "Just concentrate on the matter at hand."
    "Like you should be doing." Ewa, pulled Rufus back to her awaiting lips.
    Imitating Ewa's action, Nathan drew Winnie in for a kiss. "Hey," he said after planting a long, hot smooch on his woman, "if the snow stops tomorrow, we can take some photos of the canyon for our scrapbook. Once I've figured out the control panel of this place . . . "
    "If I let you," Winnie teased. "You always manage to find the one button that makes everything fall apart."
    Nathan kissed again, silencing Winnie for a moment. "Unfair. As I was about to say, once I figure out the wall-view controls, we can watch the northern lights from right here in the living room."
    Winnie pulled back a bit, smiling. "That's something you can do tomorrow. Can we take our discussion to the bathtub? The heat is making me sticky with sweat."
    The other warm-blooded male in the room couldn't let that proclamation go without comment. "You better scrub that filly down, Nathan. You know how she hates having sweat-stain T-shirts stick to her little chest."
    "Shut up, you wogger." Winnie replied, sticking her tongue out at Rufus for good measure.
 

2

The next morning the two couples made a complete check of their rented cabin. Enough food, both refrigerated and dry-store, was on hand to last two months. Power was provided by a high-capacity power cell, rated for three months of continuous use. All other supplies were accounted for, except a few irregularities.
    At the kitchen table, Winifred thumbed through a stack of girly magazines that was found under the couch. "I'd say a bunch of lonely bachelors were the last ones to use the cabin," she said, pushing the offending periodicals away. "Perhaps they were having one of those fabled 'wank-parties' I kept hearing about back in high school."
    "I doubt that," said Rufus as he looked at each magazine in turn. "Not with this selection. Ouch, My Eyes and Blouse Busters Monthly are really tame compared to I Can't Reach That Far Ahead and Zero-G Girls."
    Winifred chuckled. "Speaking from experience, Rufus?"
    "I can't help it if Ewa keeps buying those boob magazines and placing them where I can find them easily." He shrugged. "Somehow I have the feeling she's trying to tell me something."
    Ewa chimed in, as if on cue. "I guess subtlety is lost on you, hubby. I've been waiting for two years now. Waiting for you to ask me about getting a bigger rack."
    A bit embarrassed, Rufus turned the magazines over, only to find that the back-cover advertisements were just as raunchy as the endowed women on the interior pages. "I thought we agreed to wait until we're ready to afford kids."
    "We've been ready for two years, Rufus." Ewa pulled her loose sweater back, highlighting her lack of a chest. "I've been ready to carry cantaloupes that'll satisfy baby and man alike."
    Rufus looked more embarrassed. "Ewa . . . "
    Giggling, Winifred gave her husband's friend a slap on the back. "Ewa, perhaps your hubby is still thinking about his football injury. His ribcage might not be able to endure your tender embrace once you have any kind of chest."
    Ewa stuck out her tongue. "That's jackalope Jerky. Rufus' mom is Angelican. She could've crushed the wind out of him a dozen times since his recovery."
    "To change the subject," said Rufus as he stood up, "where's Nathan? It couldn't take that long to . . . "
    The front door to the cabin opened and closed. Winifred saw that it was her husband Nathan. She helped him to get out of his snow-dappled cold-weather suit. He spoke once he had the protective hood taken off his head. "I'm back, and I'm cold and hungry."
    "Welcome home, honey." Winifred kissed Nathan. "That should get the fire started. I'll get you some soup to complete the process."
    "Thanks." Nathan sat himself down in front of the artificial fireplace. "I checked the identity plaque for this cabin. We're in the wrong one."
    Winnie looked perplexed. "Is that so?"
    "That would explain the lack of beer," offered Ewa as she handed a bowl of steamy clovis bean soup to Nathan. "Two entire refrigerators filled mostly with lollywaters is odd. Perhaps the last occupants really were bachelors having a . . . "
    "Don't start that again." Rufus asked.
    "Okay, I won't." Ewa giggled.
    Nathan took several sips of hot soup. "Don't start what again?"
    "You're better off not knowing," said Rufus in a self-assured tone.
    Ewa just grinned as she pinched Rufus on the cheek. "So, Nathan, if this isn't the right cabin, just where is the one we've rented?"
    "I imagine that the one we want had damage to its location beacon, so the next one in line responded to our signal. Since these cabins are placed in pairs roughly three kilometers apart, I'd say ours is behind the other hill."
    "Sounds right. At least we have a roof over our heads. Unless this particular cabin has been rented as well."
    "I'll contact the rental company later today. This will all be sorted out in short order."
    "I certainly hope so, Nathan."

It was three hours after dinner, and the couples were again in the living room. After puzzling out the controls to the wall vision panels, Nathan sat on the floor next to Winnie. Together they watched as Outback's version of the Northern Lights perform its chaotic yet beautiful dance across the night sky. Sharing this experience also were Rufus and Ewa, ensconced on the couch and snuggled together like peas in a pod. The glow of the artificial fireplace certainly added to the pleasant atmosphere in the cabin.
    Winnie tugged on Nathan's earlobe. "Honey, can I trouble you for a soda? I'm feeling a bit parched."
    "The same goes for me," said Ewa. "This sweater of mine is doing too good a job making me warm."
    Rufus half-reluctantly extracted himself from Ewa's embrace. "I'll get the drinks. Any preferences?"
    "Any soda will do, Rufus."
    "Same here," said Winnie.
    "Might as well grab a soda for us as well," added Nathan.
    "Soda it is." Rufus entered the kitchen and opened a refrigerator devoted exclusively to soda. After a moment's rummaging, he pulled out the first pair of sodas. Checking the next bin, he found two other bottles at the very bottom that caught his attention. The labeling was attractive and pleasing to the eye. Checking some more, he found that those two bottles were the only ones of their kind. Deciding to give those pretty sodas to the women, Rufus returned with a bit of spring in his step. He handed out the sodas, and snuggled up with Ewa.
    "Can you help me with this, my mountain of a man?" said Ewa sweetly. "My hands don't have the strength to twist the cap."
    Rufus gladly opened the 24oz bottle for his lovely woman. "There you go, my thirsty maiden. Now, make that soda last the evening. The next time I'll be getting up is when I'm carrying you to bed."
    "I promise," beamed Ewa. Like her friend Winnie, Ewa drank from her soda bottle. It was only then that Rufus (and Nathan) made out and comprehended the lettering on those bottles. Spelled out, it was the word Bubbles, emblazoned on the green and yellow labels of the two rapidly-draining 24oz soda bottles.
 

3

"Um, Ewa," said Rufus, his voice edged with concern. "That's the first time I've seen you drain a bottle in one draw. Was the soda that good?"
    Blushing, Ewa looked at the now-empty bottle. "It tasted like nothing else I had before. I just had to finish it then and there."
    Nathan took Winnie's empty bottle, showing her the label. "Winnie, ever heard of this drink before?"
    "Bubbles?" Winnie played with a lock of her dark hair. "Gosh, that's every-so-familiar, honey. I just can't place it." She wiped her brow. "It's getting rather warm in here. I'm sweating up a storm."
    Ewa tugged at her baggy sweater, trying to find relief from the sudden increase in body heat. "I seem to recall a special on OBN last year. It was about criminal capers pulled off by that Mr Big character decades ago . . . " A sudden surge of warmth made Ewa stop talking. She then felt a pushing sensation in her chest.
    "Oh, no." Rufus stared at Ewa's sweater, which was no longer quite so baggy. Each passing moment the sweater filled with more of Ewa's expanding breasts.
    Nathan placed his hands on Winnie's shoulders. He looked down at Winnie's own burgeoning bustline. The sweater material was able to hold the new mass, but not for much longer. "Winnie, you're filling out like bread in the oven."
    In a move of denial, Winnie tried to hold her breasts back. The growing orbs had their own agenda, pushing aside the woman's minuscule efforts. "Oh God, now I remember. I saw that same special. Bubbles was some sort of mild breast-enlarging drink created by that little criminal." Quickly, Winnie pulled her sweater off, reveiling the T-shirt she wore underneath. Now she had cantaloupes that were working to become melons, changing the snug tee into a tight second skin. "Bubbles was made way back in 2414, and it's known that its potency increases with age."
    "Goodness! Rufus, help me here!" Ewa had a devil of time trying to take off her sweater. Watermelon breasts had stretched the knitted garment to the limit. Luckily for her, Rufus liberated the now too-small sweater from her chest. Unlike Winnie, Ewa wore nothing underneath her sweater, which meant everyone saw her crimson-colored nipples before Winnie's T-shirt was ripped apart by her own filling breasts. "2414? That's 71 years ago! God in Heaven, how big will we get? We drank a full bottle each!"
    "I better sit before I collapse." Now sitting on the couch, Winnie watched in mute awe as her lap was overwhelmed with boob flesh. Ewa joined her friend, and tried to still the gyrations of her mounds as she sat hurriedly. Still growing, the twin pairs of norks make contact with each other, competing for the limited space left to them.
    Nathan and Rufus could only look on as their wives tried to make sense of the situation. The women tried to corral their breasts with their arms, but the growing wonders simply spilled over the impromptu holding pens. Then, just as it seemed that growth would continue it halted abruptly, the breasts quivering after a final spasm of expansion. A bit numb, Nathan got down next to Winnie and poked her left tit. She wasn't amused.
    "Yes, they're real! You're not imagining this!" Winnie's snap comment conflicted with the worried look of her eyes. She held her new bust firmly, like a mother comforting a child. "Sorry, honey. I didn't mean to say that . . . "
    Nathan held and caressed Winnie's left hand. "Perfectly alright, love. I would be shocked too if my manhood all of a sudden grew to outrageous proportions."
    Winnie brushed away a tear with her free hand. "A blatant lie, you wogger," she said in a bit of humor. "You would've been walking around like a proud rooster in a hen house."
    On the other side of the couch Rufus was doing his best to console Ewa on her new additions. Rufus ever-so wanted to fondle those earnest breasts, but settled with a hand on her shoulder. "Ah, honeypot, I'd say we've saved ourselves the price of a nanite injection. Even though you're righteously big."
    "I don't know if righteous is the correct term," Ewa countered, her voice wavering. "Try overindulgent or ironic. I was the one who wanted to be big."
    "Discounting divine punishment for a moment, let's look at this in another angle."
    Ewa took Rufus' other hand and placed it on top of her new female flesh. "My hugs will be memorable. I can cause more damage to your ribs than your mother could ever do."
    Rufus felt the warm and trembling flesh underneath his palm. He knew his wife was a bit scared, and he resolved to make her feel at ease. "Ewa, just think of the savings we'll have once we have our children. We'll never have to pay for baby formula. You could make milk for ten babies."
    Tears weld up in Ewa's eyes. "So you think I'm a cow, good only for eating all day long and making milk?" She reached forward, finding her hands couldn't make contact with her nipples. "Here, why not get into practice now and milk me."
    "Ewa . . . "
    The poor woman bawled, burying her face into Rufus' shoulder. She was hugged firmly by her man, being patted on the back and with soothing words flowing into her ear. "I just feel so huge . . . so heavy," she said past a spate of tears. "I feel like a used sock, Rufus. I . . .  I need to relax."
    With a genuine display of compassion and tenderness, Rufus helped Ewa up onto her feet. She found her sense of balance to be wanting, falling forward due to her new weight. Leaning on her husband, Ewa made timid steps toward the bedroom door. The couple came to halt when they realized Ewa's bust was as wide as the door, if not a little bit more.
    Nathan and Winnie had made the same discovery for their bedroom door. Being a consummate architect, Nathan always had a measure of tape with him. In this case, it was 3-D mapper, but the principle was the same. "Winnie, I'm going to have to measure you and Ewa. I think both of you can get through the doors, but I have to be sure."
    Winnie held her tears. "Go ahead, Nathan. We'll end up greasing my boobs anyway, just like those mud wrestlers in the Box."
    Nathan hugged his wife from behind, his stubble-covered cheek planted against her tear-stained one. "Hush that sour mouth, honey. We'll get through this." The entrance to the kitchen was wide, so the couples went in there for the measuring. Rufus went to get some Vaseline, knowing that Winnie would be right about the doors. With both wives sitting on the wooden stools taken from the breakfast nook, Nathan employed his 3-D mapper. It was like he was working on one of his scale models at work. Except here it was living flesh instead of modeling plastic. He hurried along as best he could, the women's balance on the stools was precarious due to their added weight.
    "What's the verdict?" implored Ewa, cradling her oversized melons like precious babies once Nathan finished measuring her. "How much of the universe are we displacing?"
    Nathan hazard a small smile. "You're taking up quite a bit of real estate." That remark would've earned him a harsh glare, but the women took it as the cute joke Nathan meant it to be. "Winnie, you're now 332cm, give or take a few centimeters due to breathing and your sitting posture."
    "And me?" Ewa hefted her mass upwards, her chin making contact with both breasts.
    "Ewa, you have 323cm on your 160cm frame."
    "That fits," bemoaned Ewa as she tried to stand on her own. Only the direct intervention of Rufus saved her from falling onto the kitchen floor. "Too big to be Angelicans, and too small to be pillow women. Why can't it be one or the other?"
    Rufus hugged his wife, kissing and reassuring her as her melons tried their best to get past him. "What you need now is a bath and a good night's rest. We'll come up with plan tomorrow morning to get you and Winnie out of here pronto. You'll be okay, trust me."
    Ewa hugged as hard as the circumstances allowed. Rufus honestly didn't feel the slightest discomfort. "Okay, since you said it then it has to come true."
 

4

The Vaseline was used, applied in copious amounts on the womens' bosoms. Even then the women had to press their breasts together like marshmallows as they slid and dipped through the doors. The cabin was equipped with two master bedrooms that had their own master baths. Both couples started their baths, the men bent on making their super-endowed wives relaxed. Winnie, being a registered nurse, had a better grip on her situation. She had a number of Angelican-sized nurses on staff at the hospital where she worked. Often fantasizing of being as big as her co-workers, Winnie never considered getting bigger upstairs. She found her original 36D quite satisfying both for herself and Nathan. But now . . .
    "The bath's ready." Nathan waited expectantly at the bathroom door. "Need my help?"
    Sitting naked and huge on the bed, Winnie could've been mistaken as a model of a life-study art class. Breasts still glistening with Vaseline, Winnie got onto her feet like a newborn deer. "I can manage as far as the door, love. But I need you to pull me through the rest of the way."
    "This time we'll take it slow. Don't want you to end on your bum like you did a few minutes ago." With a finer appreciation of Winnie's size, Nathan helped to ease his over-endowed wife into the bathroom. He then gingerly placed her in the huge bathtub. Water flowed over the top of the bath; for there was either too much water, or way too much Winnie. Nathan concluded it was the latter. He gave a hand towel to his wife, and then removed his own clothes.
    The sight of her husband stripping made Winnie forget momentarily about her oversized additions. "Just what are you doing, Nathan?" she said with some interest. "It's not like you need a bath at this moment."
    "I beg to differ." With the sweater removed Nathan then undid his trousers. He placed his garments one-by-one on the counter, his socks ending on top of the pile. Acting as if nothing had changed, Nathan got down next to the tub, eyeing his wife with boyish charm. "First off, I got Vaseline all over my sweater as I helped you through the doors. Second, the excitement of the evening has made me sticky with sweat. Which lead to my third point."
    "Which is?" Winnie had started to wash her vast breasts, her hand moving down the sides of her Vaseline-covered hugeness. The hand towel had no hope of reaching the nipples, so Nathan obliged by washing them for her. Nathan's gentle caress made the teats erect and sensative. The corners of Winnie's mouth turned up in happiness.
    "Third, I thought my wonderful Winifred would like an extra pair of hands in the bath. I shall assist in the endeavor to rid her of stickiness and foul body odors."
    "If there's any foul smells in this room," Winnie said harshly, startling Nathan out of his sincerity, "it's you sitting there, farting around when you should be in here." She splashed some water at her man, startling him some more. Her eyes were mischievous, totally at odds to what she said moments earlier. She even smiled. "Well, are you going to sit there all night, getting off watching me struggle to clean myself? Besides, the bathwater is getting cold."
    Nathan needed no further prompting. He slipped into the tub, maneuvering Winnie onto his lap. More water splashed over the top of the tub. "We'll have to put less water in the bath next time," he mused. Putting his stubble-covered cheek next to his wife's smooth one, Nathan groped forward for the hand towel. His hands kept making contact with Winnie's new breasts. He pawed at them like a playful puppy.
    "It would help if you had your eyes open," Winnie suggested, her voice tinged with sultriness.
    "You have eyes of your own," Nathan playfully retorted. "You tell me where they should go. Unless you want me to do some 'exploring'?" With that, the happy man moved his hands into Winnie's cleavage. He only stopped when he made contact with her wonderfully smooth thighs. "What's this? Have my hands reached the end of their journey? No. I've still got some land to cover." He brought his hands back a bit. He made contact with what should've been a most familiar part of the female anatomy. "Oh, it appears I have encountered a terrain unknown to me," he announced in wonder. "It's covered with some sort of bushy undergrowth that I haven't felt in a long time. I should take a survey for map-making purposes."
    Winnie moaned as Nathan performed his wonderful hand magic on her. It was nice knowing that her new boobs didn't interfere with that activity. Well, not all that much. "Nathan, honeybunny sweetcakes, before you go much further, could you help me washing these rude charges of mine? Otherwise, we'll forget all about it. You don't want me to stick to the sheets tonight, do you?"
    "You're right. Sticky boobs also tend to smell after a bit."
    "Nathan!" Winnie pressed her breasts together, trapping Nathan's arms like they were in a vice. "You should be the one to talk. It's a devil's chore to get you to shower after a game of basketball."
    "Peace, my good woman." He kissed his wife on her grinning lips. "Tell you what. Set me free and I'll give you a good back massage after the bath."
    "Throw in a breast massage as well and it's a done deal."
    "Agreed. Now," Nathan cooed, "set my people free."
    Winnie released her hold she had on Nathan's arms. With joyful abandon the couple washed the prodigious pair of breasts with admirable skill and attention. Only then was Nathan able to resume his playful exploration of Winnie's nether region. The pleasured woman did nothing this time to hinder Nathan's most appreciated service.

Rufus, feeling as fresh as he was naked, snuggled up to his equally naked wife Ewa. The room was quite comfortable for the both of them. Outside there was a heavy snowfall accompanied with lead-like coldness. Rufus, however, felt that some of outside atmosphere was present in the room. It was quiet, only the couple's soft breathing broke the unnatural silence. Despite the obvious warmth of the air, it felt downright cold. Rufus knew what caused that cold feeling. It was fear and uncertainty. Both husband and wife had a measure of those feelings at the moment, but Ewa radiated her emotions quite noticeably.
    With a soothing motion, Rufus moved aside Ewa's luscious hair. He could now look into her light blue eyes. "What's with that bass akwards smile, sweety? You're the one who kept saying that people should make most of the situations they're in, whether good or bad."
    Ewa looked away, her arms wrapped around her norks like they were helium balloons threatening to float free. "What can I make of this? I'm enormous. My back hurts. I can barely walk unaided, and I'm almost too big to slip through the doorways. Even then I have to be greased up like some wild jackalope at a country fair." She tried to curl up in a fetal position. Oversized beachball breasts covered her head, muffling her words like thick pillows. "I'm a freak."
    "No, you're not!" Rufus eased up to Ewa, pulling her arms and breasts away from her tear stain face. His fingers dabbed at the flow of salty discharge from Ewa's eyes, stopping the tears before they flowed further down her cheeks. "You just so happen to have enough bosom for ten women. Really, considering how fired up you were on getting breasts, I expected you to get one worthy of twenty women."
    "Really? You thought I was that anxious to be big?" Ewa stopped Rufus' tender administration to her tears. She wrapped her slender hand around his and squeezed hard. "Can you love me like this?"
    Rufus moved so that he straddled his wife. Looking down, he had to agree that Ewa's massive norks were like two smallish beanbags affixed to her body. The tops of her orbs were above Rufus' bellybutton, his muscular thighs covered by pale, supple breast flesh. With a free hand he plied a naked breast as a craftsman would inspect a spherical stone. A happy gasp, followed by a subtle purr, flowed out of Ewa's mouth. "When I give my word, I keep it always. Ewa, would you still like me to give your boobs a workout?"
    "Wha?" Ewa purred. "What do you mean?"
    "Your great female jugs, my little bee." Rufus placed his other hand on Ewa's mass, pressing down slightly. The flush of crimson on her face was matched by joyous smile. "I've read an article from an issue of Blouse Busters Monthly you found earlier. It was an article on 'how to enhance the sensation of feeling and milk production of your pregnant wife's bosom'."
    Ewa clasped the sides of her norks, then pulled away, exposing her cleavage for Rufus' benefit. "Sounds . . . intriguing. Just how is that done?"
    Rufus lowered his head toward an outsized breast. He kept his eyes on Ewa's bemused face, his whetted lips mobile. "Breast feeding need not be a dull, thankless chore. I shall suckle from your offered teat. By doing so, I shall induce a feeling of well-being and love to blossom and grow in your heart."
    A truly heartfelt laugh flew from Ewa's throat. Her bosom wobbled and flowed. "Rufus, you have any idea on just how corny you sounded just now?"
    "Ah, will you think the same thought after I do some of this?" Like a thirsty miner, Rufus planted his lips around Ewa's right nipple and proceeded to suckle. For Ewa, it was as if an explosion of pure delight occurred inside her. Nerve endings she never knew she had flared to life, sending uncompromising signals of joy into her mind.
    Rufus had an equal reaction. The nipple, now erect and teasing in his mouth, was lavished with sensuous attention. Lips and tongue suckled and played with the turgid teat, working as if long-dormant breast-feeding instincts had come back to life. He knew Ewa had no milk in her, but that didn't prevent him from wishing she had some.
    Raising her head for a literal breath of air, Ewa had wished she was filled with milk. She wanted to experience the feeling of living-sustaining milk leaving her breasts. She yearned to give of herself to her obliging Rufus, who continued with his delightful task. If Ewa had one regret, it was being too buxom. Had her breasts been small enough, she would've hefted one mammary up to her mouth while Rufus attended to the other. With one hand, Ewa teased and pull at Rufus' hair. Her other hand was planted on the back of Rufus' head. She pushed, sending Rufus further into her pleasuring mass. It was well that both couples were engaged in love play at that particular moment, for the cabin walls were not all that soundproof. Cries of bliss and howls of lust were mingled and lost amongst the sound of the snow storm that raged beyond the walls of the cabin.
 

5

Morning. After putting their bedroom affairs in order, both Nathan and Rufus set upon to make breakfast for their still-sleeping belles. When Winifred and Ewa did arise from their slumber, it was due to the aroma of sausage patties and scrambled eggs. Collapsible trays were placed next to the beds, for the normal bed trays had no hope of spanning the women's omnipresent breasts. The women weren't the least bit resentful that they couldn't feed themselves in bed, for their norks were interfering with the range of motion of their arms. Moreover, they appreciated what their husbands had done for them. Breakfast in bed remained a time-honored romantic tradition. They counted themselves blessed for having such thoughtful and caring men as husbands.
    After breakfast came a quick sponge bath and a fresh application of panties. Now knowing how their womens' breasts worked in relation to the doorways, the men used far less Vaseline as they moved their women into the living room. Taking the couch, Nathan had Winnie sit on his lap, his arms wrapped around her waist in an instinctual move. Rufus selected the plush recliner, his actions duplicating those of his friend as he had Ewa settle on his lap.
    Winnie felt comfort and a sense of peace emanating from Nathan. Nonetheless, she had some things to say. "Nathan, were you able to contact the rental company yesterday on the radio? They know about the snowram?"
    Nathan brushed aside the hair on the side of Winnie's head and kissed her earlobe. "They know, honey. A replacement snowram will be sent within the next two days."
    "Considering what happened to me and Ewa, can you make another call? This rates as a medical emergency in my book."
    A heavy sigh spilled from Nathan's throat. "There's a major solar event in progress. All radio communication this far north is on the fritz. And no, there isn't a laser-based comm system. So forget about contacting any satellites that happen to be overhead."
    Rufus hugged Ewa a bit closer, confirming his commitment to his beloved. "So relax, everyone. Help will be here in any event. There's enough food and power to last us through the worst of a northern winter, and the radio will be back online when the solar flare activity dies down."
    Ewa moved her hands underneath her voluminous breasts, resting them upon Rufus' own. "I'll take that as the typical bold talk that men always give to their women in times of crisis. Now, aren't you supposed to do something to keep our spirits up?"
    "Like this?" Rufus rubbed Ewa's flat belly and kissed her tenderly.
    "We already did that, you romantic lush. I mean, aren't there any games in the cabin computer that we can play?"
    Winnie, with her 'ware, activated the wall screens. She gazed happily at the snow-blanketed landscape outside the cabin. "Too bad I and Ewa can't go outside to romp around in all that snow. I see no reason why you and Rufus should stay inside all the time. You can take those pictures of the canyon for the scrapbook."
    Nathan spoke after planting another kiss on Winnie's ear. "I'll feel guilty if I left you here in your condition."
    Winnie's guffaw made her naked bust wobble a bit, stilling only when she brought her hands into play. "Those basketball games you went to with Rufus don't count? Every fall I become a football widow when you enter the tri-dee den on Friday nights, not emerging until early Monday . . . "
    "Okay, okay." Nathan planted a proper kiss on Winnie's lips. "I'll go and have fun with my best friend Rufus if that'll make you happy."
    Rufus had already seated Ewa in the recliner and draped a wonderful blanket over her. "I and Nathan will be at the canyon for about two hours. Making the snowmen will take the better part of the day. You know I'm a stickler for accuracy. Once I'm done making a snowman representing you, Ewa, there'll be no snow left in the canyon."
    Ewa still had the reach to pinch Rufus' butt for his impudent remark. She giggled. "You better get going before I pinch a really sensitive body part!"

With photos taken of the canyon's pristine beauty, Nathan and Rufus returned to the cabin for a much-deserved hot lunch. Ewa and Winnie had managed to get into their jeans without assistance, but they had no blouse or sweater that could cover their prodigious mounds. After lunch, and an exchange of hugs and kisses, the men returned to the outside to make a group of snowmen. The women were on the couch, watching the mens' progress via the wall screens. The snowmen representing Nathan and Rufus were rather conventional and straightforward. When it came to create the snowwomen, Rufus was indeed good to his word. Two pairs of humongous snowballs were rolled and packed together. Atop of these were placed normal-sized snowballs to represent the heads. Nathan, being a bit of a jokester, used small soup carrots to represent rude nipples on the snowwomen's breasts. He couldn't see the smirks and guffaws the women made inside the cabin, but he sensed those expressions nonetheless.
    The short period of daylight had about ended when Nathan and Rufus came back inside. Their cold weather suits had done an admirable job in keeping the men both warm and dry. Dehydration, though, had made its presence known, for both men each guzzled down two of the few beers in the cabin.
    Upon entering the living room, Nathan offered a diet soda to Winnie. She looked at the bottle critically. "This one had better not shrink me to doll size," she said as she inspected the cap for tampering. "I wouldn't be surprized if it actually did that."
    "You worry too much." Nathan opened the bottle and took a tentative sip. "Yuck. This is no magic potion, Winnie. It tastes too horrid for human consumption."
    "Shut yer silly trap." Winnie playfully admonished her beau. She took her soda back and drank it slowly, savoring its bland but completely safe contents.
    Nathan offered a soda to Ewa, loosening the cap for her out of curiosity. "Hey, Nathan," Ewa asked, "where's my hubby? I don't hear him in the kitchen."
    "He went down in the basement to get spare blankets from the linen closet." Nathan sat in the recliner like it was a throne. "He also said something of playing 'lost arctic explorer' with you tonight, Ewa, using those blankets as survival tents on your bed." Nathan's cheesy grin was matched by Ewa's blushing face.
    Before Ewa could fire back a response, Rufus appeared with the blankets. He looked reserved, as he always did when he had bad news. "Nathan, I'll need your help down in the basement. I found something that's . . . pretty disturbing."
 

6

It was dusk when the couples inspected Rufus' discovery in the basement. There was an additional room behind the linen closet, accessible via a disguised switch that Rufus accidently found as he gathered a set of blankets. The contents of the hidden room were brought into the living room. What was on display was certainly disturbing enough.
    "Great," said Winnie. "First we get stranded, then our boobs get enlarged, and we end up finding the hidden lair of the Uniboober."
    "We don't know that for sure." Nathan thumbed through a stack of photos printed on plaspaper. "These photos could belong to those wank-party bachelors you mentioned yesterday."
    "I was joking then. I've read the writing on the back of the photos. I'd say it's the Uniboober."
    "I'm going with Winnie on this one." Ewa was reading a filepad she had laid across her bosom. "This pad has a collection of magazine interviews with the Uniboober victims. Certain sections have been highlighted . . . " She shuttered visibly, causing the filepad to slip off her bust and onto the floor.
    Rufus placed the filepad he was reading on the table. He went to his wife, hugging her from the side. "Hey, hey, hey. Don't be scared. You've had the willies driven from you already."
    "But I am scared, Rufus. There have been 48 victims of the Uniboober so far. Each of them was injected with a minute amount of Bubbles and breast-enlarging nanites." Ewa's hands patted the tops of her oversized beachballs. "I and Winnie each drank a complete bottle of 71-year-old Bubbles. What if . . . What if we're going be stuck like this forever?"
    "We won't know until we get you to a hospital." Rufus planted a soothing kiss on Ewa's forehead. "However it turns out, I will always be there to give you strength."
    "Sweets. my Rufus. Sooner we're away from here . . . " Ewa pulled Rufus down to the level of her bust, resting his head on her natural fleshy pillows. She still felt scared, but with Rufus she gained a sense of peace.
    The Uniboober was a mad bomber of sorts. The things he blew up were not buildings, but female breasts. From brilliant college students to successful business owners, the Uniboober had been on his 'boobing' campaign for the last twelve years on Outback. In all cases, he used a mix of Bubbles and nanites. It was the undefined magical property of Bubbles that, when merged with the capabilities of nanites, endowed the Uniboober victims with outlandish breasts in mere seconds. The victims were enlarged by use of trick packages or in the guise of familiar, everyday objects like pens or earrings.
    It wasn't the popular media that gave the Uniboober his name. A big-bust magazine published his manifesto after he had enlarged his first twelve victims. In the manifesto, the Uniboober proclaimed that the current stage of civilization was decadent. He held in high disdain those women whom he felt were 'too proud for their panties'. To remind the world that a proper woman was a humble one, the Uniboober selected those women he felt most deserving to be humbled, to be humiliated, by having their breasts expanded at the height of their achievements.
    Winifred and Ewa certainly didn't fit the mold of a Uniboober victim, being a hospital nurse and an elementary school music teacher respectfully. All they aspired to do was to live life in the fullest. They didn't want bosoms that overwhelmed everything else about themselves. The Uniboober victims had at least the option of returning to normal dimensions, while Winifred and Ewa were wracked with uncertainty about their future.
    Nathan sensed the uneasiness in the room. It would do no good to let that go unchallenged. He knelt down next to Winnie, holding and patting her hand. "All this talk of the Uniboober is doing nothing to enhance your appetite. Let's have dinner and then retire to the bathroom. I want to try out a Lamanze technique."
    "Oh," said Winnie as she drew Nathan in for a kiss, "does this technique have a name?"
    "Certainly. It's called 'shaping the baby'. But for you," Nathan rubbed the breast before him, "I'll call it 'relaxing the babies'."
    "I knew you would come up with a cheesy name for it," Winnie crooned.

"Goodness, woman," proclaimed Nathan as he applied the last handful of babyoil to Winnie's bosom. "I keep forgetting just how large you've become. This is what's left of the oil."
    The mentioned woman was sitting on a bathroom stool, her arms keeping her massive charges in check. "You should've used less oil to begin with. Does it have anything to do with your 'relaxing the babies' technique?"
    "I most certainly does, my lovely. First, let me help you into the tub."
    "Kinda tricky now that my chest is oily," Winnie amusingly added.
    "Nothing that I haven't dealt with before." At that Nathan maneuvered his prodigiously-endowed wife into the tub. He got in as well, straddling her legs and placing his hands on her nips. In slow and expanding circles he rubbed the oil on Winnie's breasts. Her already soft and pliable breasts became more so, responding favorably to Nathan's wonderful hand magic. It seemed with each sweep of his hands Nathan made the breasts feel like they belonged on Winnie's front all this time.
    Winnie silently agreed with her husband. All of her new nerve endings in her breasts were reporting nothing but pristine pleasure to her brain. She wanted more of what Nathan was performing on her flesh. Her hands joined Nathan's on her vast expanse of femininity, making more nerve endings fire off their desirable signals. Together, both sets of hands worked up to a faster pace. Over, under, in between and along the sides those hands did go. If there was a patch of skin that was missed by oil and hands alike then it wasn't for a lack of trying.
    Taking a brief respite, the couple looked at each other with ear-to-ear grins. "That was wonderful, Nathan. For a woman who's all over the place, I sure have the capacity for mutual joy. But I'm curious."
    "Curious about what, my ampleness?" Nathan's hands had returned to their starting positions on Winnie's nipples. He assumed the poise of a man ready to launch a set of old-fashion torpedoes.
    "You called it 'relaxing the babies', but you've only done half your job." Like opening the entrance to Ali Baba's cave, Winnie parted her breasts with a slow, deliberate pace, matching Nathan's own growing arousal. "I'd say there's a third baby that needs to be relaxed."
    Not saying a word, Nathan buried his face in the offered cleavage. Winnie shook her bust as best she could, then used her arms to alternately squeeze and relax her mighty mass. Only after a good amount of water was splashed over the side of the tub did the couple call a temporary halt to their affections. After cleaning up, they retired to the bedroom to perform a test on the resiliency of their box mattress. The results weren't known until the morning (grin).

It was just before dawn on Christmas Eve. Sleeping on her side, Ewa was roused by the gentle shaking of her shoulder by Rufus. "What is it, honeybear?" said the woman as she turned over onto her back. She accepted the return of the confining weight on her chest like a stolid farmer's wife.
    Rufus had to sit up in bed so he could see Ewa's face with his 'ware-aided eyes. "I can't get back to sleep, and I'm not motivated enough to get up and make breakfast."
    "What do you want me to do about it?"
    His hand marching up Ewa's right breast like a spider, Rufus waited until his giggle-enducing action stopped atop of that massive orb. "It just occurred to me that we didn't get around playing 'lost arctic explorer' last night. I was hoping that if did that now, we'll both work up an appetite worthy of breakfast."
    "I'm game. How do we start?"
    Rufus moved his hand down to Ewa's crotch, lightly touching the pubic hair. "First, our intrepid explorer is lost in a dense forest of brush. hithering to and fro, he moves in any direction that would just take him away from the forest." Ewa's huge and heavy boobs slowed the progress of Rufus' wandering hand. It was like moving a ladle in an ingredient-laden pot of stew. Ewa felt that hand and it's attending arm. She enjoyed the sensations that such movement was invoking in her breasts. The activity certainly went a long way to invoke the Christmas spirit (grin).
    "Then the explorer had an idea." Rufus rested his hand on Ewa's bosom-covered stomach. "To get the best view possible of his surroundings, the explorer decided to climb a nearby mountain. From the summit, he will then be able to take stock of his location." His hand began its confined ascent to the top of Ewa's right breast. Each time his fingers made contact with flesh, Ewa felt a surge of warmth. He took his time, resting his hand after a few finger falls, claiming that the explorer needed his rest too. Rufus then massaged the flesh his hand rested on, filling Ewa's face with pleasure-endued redness and heat.
    "Finally," proclaimed Rufus, "our intrepid explorer has made it atop the mountain. To his pleasant surprise, he finds that this mountain had a twin." He bent over the left breast and planet a kiss on the nipple. Ewa gasped in pure joy. "He surveys his surroundings and finds the route he needs to take." Rufus' hand went down the breast it had just recently climbed. It was difficult, for the hand explorer lost its 'footing' and slid down the face of the 'breast mountain'. Recovering from it's pleasure-enduced spill, the explorer settled on Ewa's sternum.
    Ewa's eyes were wide and inviting. "Is this where the explorer goes home and is congratulated by his devout wife?"
    "Why of course." Rufus sank into the cleavage of Ewa's bust. After all was said and done, the couple had to take a bath before breakfast. The linen on the bed was placed in the washing machine. Nathan and Winnie had some linen that needed washing as well, so it was at least a full load. (grin)
 

7

After breakfast, the couples settled in the living room. The tri-dee library had a good stock of Christmas specials and musical tracks. Solar flare activity continued to play havoc with communications, but Nathan had left the radio on just in case. A signal for immediate assistance was still being broadcasted. The moment the solar activity died down the signal would be picked up readily.
    It was noon, just as lunch was to be served, that Winnie heard the noise. She stood up a bit took quickly and nearly fell. Nathan was there to catch her, his strength setting his woman firmly back onto her feet. "What is it, Winnie?" he asked.
    "I think it's the replacement snowram." Concentrating, Winnie had her wetware turn on the wall panels in the living room. From behind the group of snowpeople that Rufus and Nathan made yesterday Winnie could see a squat, tracked vehicle approach the cabin.
    "Yippie! We're saved!" Ewa's cry of exultation was marked by the vigorous gyrations of her chest. That action made her remember something very important. "Eep! How are we going to explain this?" She sat on the couch, stilling her breasts with worried hands. "Our breasts will be hard to explain away."
    "She's right." Winnie joined her friend on the couch. "No clothes we have can cover all of this."
    Rufus picked up a blanket from in front of the artificial fireplace. He draped it over the women, giving them a measure of decency should the person driving the snowram take a look inside the cabin. "There you go. For all the driver knows, you two are preggers. Play the part."
    "That's a lame plan, Rufus," Ewa playfully chided. "We'll just see how much of a Nosey Parker this guy is."
    The snowram came to a stop in front of the cabin. The driver got out and made for the front door. Nathan greeted the man, explaining the problems he had with the disabled vehicle. This occurred in the covered entrance to the cabin, so the man didn't have a view of the inside. Ewa and Winnie watched via the wall screens. The man had a beard and facial features typical of a person who spent much time outside in the sun. Obviously he didn't avail himself of medical techniques that would've removed sun-induced wrinkles from his face. After twenty minutes of work the man coaxed the broken snowram back to life. This time the man did enter the cabin. Ewa and Winnie played the pregnant facade as best they could, trying to give the impression that they were very pregnant instead of buxom.
    "Good afternoon, ladies," said the man. "I also brought some provisions from the rental company. They sincerely apologize for providing a defective vehicle. There's a Christmas dinner fit for royalty in my snowram. Plus I'll be restocking the refrigerators."
    "Thank you, kind sir," said Ewa. "Our splendid good time will be even better now."
    The man entered the kitchen and took stock of the refrigerators and food processor units. He was smiling as passed through the living room. "This restocking shouldn't take more than a few minutes," he said as exited the cabin.
    A collective sigh was shared by the two couples. Winnie looked up at Nathan's relieved face. "Well," she said "at least he was polite enough not to stare."
    "Or that pregger women aren't his cup of tea." Nathan easily evaded Winnie's attempt to slap his sly backside. "Oh, he's coming back with the goods."
    The man was carrying a package in his hands. His smile was turned down at the corners, further emphasized by his weathered face. Unexpectedly, he dropped the package, revealing that he had a stun gun in his hands. Two quick shots sent Rufus and Nathan to the floor like limp rag dolls, leaving two quite surprized women on the couch. A flare of menace appeared in the man's eyes. He stomped on over to the women and, with a savage hand, ripped off the blanket, exposing their oversized beachball breasts.
    "So!" the man sneered. "That's where my pretties went!"

Ewa's face was full of panic. "Ohmygod! It's the Uniboober!" She tried to curl up into a ball, but her enormous breast mass prevented her legs from getting up unto the couch. All that was left to her were her hands, which she used over her mouth so she wouldn't scream.
    "That's me! You can just call me Uni. I want you girls to save your breath. Having those big hooters must be a drain on your breathing." Uni still looked menacing, his glare shifting back and forth from Ewa to Winnie. "Now, I want answers. How did you find my pretties?"
    Winnie held her wits about her, looking up at the gun-toting man with the most innocent face she could manage. "If you mean the two bottles of Bubbles, we found them at the bottom of one of the refrigerators. Since they were the only bottles of their kind, I and my friend here drank them."
    Uni clearly didn't like what he was hearing. His free left hand made a tight fist. "Dammit, dammit dammit! I knew I should've kept those bottles in a better temporary hiding place. I was in hurry, you see, and thought that they would be safe for the short time you'd be using this cabin."
    "Why couldn't you have used your room?" Winnie slapped her hands over her mouth, trying to deny what she had said. Uni looked visibly upset; his gun hand was shaking visibly.
    "You found my room? Dammit! There was more than enough lollywater of various kinds in the refrigerators. You just had to be a Nosey Parker, didn't you? Why couldn't you have left well enough alone and took the soda from the top? One week. One blasted, lousy week was all that I needed to be patient. Now, because of you and your cabin mates, I have to find a new hiding place."
    "You mean a new hidey-hole to plan you next set of 'boobings'." Winnie looked up at Uni with a new sense of courage. "Those two bottles would've enabled you to boob-bomb a new set of victims, right?"
    "That's right, you inflated wench! Ninety-six. I could've given ninety-six boastful, vain women their comeuppance. Now thanks to you, my boobing campaign has ended. But," Uni leveled his stungun at Winnie's forehead and stepped forward, "I have to agree that fifty is a nice, round figure. Just like your boobies. You and your friend will be the last Uniboober victims. Unfortunately but necessary under the circumstances, my first homicide victims."
    "Oh God! Don't do it!" Winnie cried. A good measure of courage was still inside her, for she didn't flinch as the stun gun made contact with her forehead.
    "It's either a stun set at full discharge at point-blank range, or being thrown out into the cold with no clothes on. Believe me when I say that death by stun is the better option." Uni's sadistic grin vanished as he fell to the floor. Winnie was greatly relieved to see that Rufus had inexplicably gained consciousness, tackling Uni from behind. The stun gun had fallen to the floor in front of Winnie. She felt it make contact with her foot. Knowing she would just as easily fall onto the floor as stand, she kept her foot over the gun, shielding it from Uni.
    Meanwhile, Uni was having a fight with Rufus. Trained as a firefighter, Rufus wasn't well-versed in brawling. Uni clearly was, for he bodily threw Rufus up against a wall. Turning on a dime, Uni went to the floor in front of Winnie, clawing at her foot in an attempt to get the stun gun. His rough, calloused hands made Winnie winced in revulsion. She knew that she couldn't let Uni have the gun, so she used the only resource left to her.
    Uni thought the sky was falling. Winnie moved forward on the couch. With her center of balance disrupted, she landed bust-first on top of Uni. The demented boob-bomber was knocked out cold by the sheer mass of Winnie's bosom. If his ribcage wasn't smashed flat from the impact of an enormous bosom then it would be in a matter of moments. Rufus came to Winnie's aid, pulling the woman up onto her feet. She corralled her breasts in a protective embrace.
    "That's what I called a flattening experience." Winnie's bad joke got a good laugh from Rufus anyway. "Rufus, how did you ignore the effect of the stun?"
    "Being a firefighter has some advantages." Rufus turned Uni over onto his back and checked his breathing and pulse. "My wetware includes a built-in stun shield. When the stun gun was about to fire, my 'ware senses picked up its energy signature. I played possum until Uni had his back to me."
    "Cool. What are we going to do now?"
    Rufus looked down at Uni, face fixed like a stone wall. "First, let's get this bozo secured. When I get Nathan on his feet, we'll figure something out."
 

8

It was an hour later. Uni was stripped down to his underwear and tied to a kitchen chair. He was gagged, so that his litany of pleading and cursing couldn't be heard. Ewa was still spooked by Uni's eyes, so Rufus blindfolded the demented criminal. With Uni placed in one of the bedrooms, the couples went about deciding what to do in regards to their situation.
    Nathan sighed as he turned away from the cabin computer's control panel. "This would be his hiding place. As an employee of the rental company, Uni had his choice of cabins as his residence during the off-season. He's buried some commands into the cabin's computer. Care to guess what he's done now?"
    Winnie's clearly visible exhaled breath was the answer to Nathan's question. "He's turned off the power. That means no heat and no radio, assuming that the solar activity has finally died down."
    Fresh from the outside cold, Rufus stepped back inside the cabin. He was treated to the cool air of the living room as he got out of his snow suit. "You can forget the snowrams. Uni's wetware has literally locked us out of his snowram, and our vehicle was given a once-over before he came back inside with his stun gun." Rufus removed a small cube from a pocket of his snow suit, giving it to Nathan. "This, my friends, is the remains of our snowram's power distribution block. Uni disabled the surge protection and fried it."
    Ewa collapsed on the couch, her voice on the verge of sobbing. "Ah Hell! What's left to us then? I don't want to be anywhere near that creep, even if he's tied up."
    Nathan nodded somberly. "We can't stay here anyway. Uni can turn the power on and off at a whim." He gazed knowingly at the women. "Winnie and Ewa need to stay warm. There's only one option left."
    Winnie sat next to Ewa, comforting her friend with soft hand strokes on her prodigious chest. "Nathan, that'll mean trekking across three kilometers of thigh-deep snow to the other cabin. I have high doubts that I and Ewa can make it. We can't get into our snow suits, remember?"
    Just then inspiration filled Rufus' face. Nathan shared that inspiration, for he was literally tuned on the same mental frequency thanks to wetware. Rufus quickly donned his snow suit and went back outside, leaving Nathan to explain the plan that he and Rufus had concocted. The women listened, wondering not for the first time on how males could be so inventive in times of crisis.

Using the universal tool known as duct tape, Rufus and Nathan made a bit of brilliant improvisation. The women were fitted out in their snow suits and suited up as far as their enormous norks would allow. Next came the towels, first draped over the breasts and then applied with liberal amounts of duct tape, holding them tight to snow suits and bosoms alike. The women were unable to bring their arms all the way forward because of the tape's constricting hold. However, it didn't really matter since their huge breasts interfered with their forward range of motion to begin with.
    Uni was taken care of next. His clothes were burned, as well as the spare clothes the Dohertys and Sutherlands brought with them. The cabin's recycler unit was wrecked, so Uni wouldn't be able to whip up a replacement snow suit anytime soon. Also, Nathan really made Uni's snowram unuseable, wreaking the engine the same way Uni had done to the couples' own vehicle. The last thing done was stunning Uni with his own stun gun. He was untied and left in the cabin. With no clothes and his snow ram wrecked, Uni was well and truly stuck. The proper authorities would be called once the solar activity died down long enough to permit radio messages to be sent.
    The distance between the two cabins was three kilometers. With the snow, cold, and approaching darkness it seemed like a continent away. Nathan and Rufus alternately had their wives lean on them for support to actually hauling them on their backs, using a lenght of rope as a tow line. It was a strange but sensuous feeling for the men. The weight of the womens' breasts was daunting, but the back-covering feeling of firmness made the men resolute to see their task through. Nevertheless, several times the couples lost their balance and fell in the snow. Ewa had long since stopped her tears of fear and frustration, stoically accepting the situation that she was in. Winnie kept the spirits of the group up by telling really bad and raunchy hospital jokes. In his heart of hearts Nathan knew there were several good reasons why he married Winnie. Right now, in the far north of Outback's wilderness, he was really glad Winnie could make humor in this particular situation.
    Two-and-a-half hours of laborious walking later the couples reached the cabin. The computer inside readily accepted the 'ware commands Nathan sent to it. With profound thanks the couple got inside and promptly took off their snow suits. Poor Winnie and Ewa were freezing even as the cabin's internal temperature rose to that of a balmy beach. Their suits were removed at a deliberate pace, the husbands being careful of their wives' sense of well-being.
    With the last of the duct tape removed, the wives sat on the cabin's living room couch. They were naked saved for their panties, their hands laced under their breasts in reflex. Nathan had the artificial fireplace set to high output, filling the room with even more heat. He then went into the kitchen to fetch the dinner the cabin computer had cooked up. Rufus went to get a pair of blankets, leaving the women alone for a few moments. As they waited, Winnie and Ewa watched the wall screens display a view of the northern sky. The aurora was out again this night, its fiery dance across the heavens both colorful and illuminating. Watching the aurora's beauty made the women thankful that, despite what had happened to them, they were truly blessed with wonderful, compassionate men.
    Nathan and Rufus were thankful that they and their women had endured the turn of events fate threw at them. Everyone had their share of tears, both in worry and in frustration, but Winifred and Ewa had shown that their mettle was strong when it counted. They endured and strived to make the most of a difficult situation. The men now more than ever wanted to show their appreciation of the situation their wives were in now. With blankets draped and food trays deployed, the couples had dinner. They savored each morsel of the deliciously warm meal, filling their bellies with much-needed sustenance.
    After the dinner came a prolonged session of massaging. Nathan and Winnie sat upon a blanket on the wooden floor while Rufus, in the plush recliner, had Ewa situated on his accommodating lap. The trek in the snow was quite taxing, and everyone involved had sore muscles where they believed they didn't had muscles at all. Being the methodical one, Nathan started from the top of Winnie's body and worked his way down. He kneaded Winnie's muscles and skin like a master, invoking wonderful feelings of relaxation in his wife's body. Nathan saved his hand strength, knowing that his major effort would be needed when he shifts his focus on the breasts.
    Rufus went by a different plan of action. His hands moved from place to place at the subtle prompting of Ewa. First it was the shoulder blades, which were followed right after the thighs and forearms. As with Winnie, the breasts were saved for last. But common to both women was that their men focused on the nipples first. Ewa experienced no sensations from her teats for the past few hours until Rufus laid his practiced hands on them. Slowly, sensuously, Rufus rubbed and fondled the front of Ewa's immense mass. Fingers massaged the area immediately around the nipples, inducing feeling back into the tepid flesh. Eyes closed, Ewa allowed the waves of honest-to-goodness pleasure to have her complete attention. Then and there she believed that Rufus' talents were better employed as a masseuse instead of a firefighter.
    Nathan worked on Winnie's left breast with one hand while the other fondled the nipple on the right breast. Winnie felt Nathan's broad, powerful hand worked its wonders on the cold-addled breast. It was as if his hand was spring sunlight landing upon a frozen landscape, driving away the cold and snow so that life may begin again. His other hand was playing with the nipple on the other breast. Playfully tugging and teasing the teat, Nathan's affection had the desired effect. Winnie combined the sensations coming from both breasts into one pure flow of pleasure. She wanted to have these breast massage sessions to remain a part of her private time spent with Nathan from that point on. Provided that things turned out right, she might just get her wish.
    A calamitous noise disrupted the tenderness being experienced by the couples. The front door to the cabin flew open, allowing a torrent of cold air to flow into the living room. Winnie and Ewa shivered in response to the cold as well as to their sudden fear. They shivered even more when they heard the voice of the Uniboober, the tone both loud and menacing. "Howdy, folks!" said Uni. "Mind if I come in and warm up for a bit?"
 

9

Uni stepped inside the cabin, not bothering to close the door behind him. Winnie and Ewa shivered intensely, their breasts rippling likeshaken batches of jello. Nathan and Rufus scrambled to get on their feet. They stopped when they saw the large-caliber rifle Uni had in his hand. In the other hand Uni wielded a rather large icicle.
    "That's it. Stay on the floor," Uni growled. "Thought I would stay put in the cabin without my clothes, eh? Well," he indicated to the weird garment he wore, "one doesn't become a mad bomber without learning a few tricks along the way. I just so happen to be handy with needle and thread. You left me with no towels, but the bed sheets worked just as well. My hands cramped up with all the fast sewing I did, but the end product worked rather well."
    Trust Winnie to find her voice first. "Impressive. Those clothes you made from that bunny-covered bed sheet will blend in perfectly at the Walton Mental Health Institute."
    Uni jabbed the rifle toward Winnie, making her recoil backwards in reflex. "That proves my point! There you sit with that horrendous bosom of yours. Your arrogance makes me want to wretch! I just wished I had another pair of Bubbles for you and your equally repugnant friend to consume. I wanted to see if room-filling breasts would've squashed the pride from your bodies just as fast it would've forced the air from your lungs!"
    Ewa raised her head in defiance, looking Uni squarely in the eye. "Still feeling the aftereffects of Winnie crushing you, eh? I think you actually enjoyed the experience!"
    "Just for that, I'll shoot you first!" Uni's evil glare vanished. To his profound shock, he found that his hand had frozen to the rifle. In his haste to exact his revenge on the couples, the reviled Uniboober had forgotten to make a set of mittens. Adding to his newfound anguish was the discovery that the huge icicle he intended to use as a weapon had frozen to his other hand. He stood there, looking and feeling the part of the fool quite well.
    Rufus and Nathan got on their feet, staring down Uni like he was an impudent child. Turning quickly, Uni rushed outside into the snow and cold. He hoped to make it back to his cabin and avail himself of one of the medial pouches in the emergency cabinet. Instead, he was greeted with another complication. In the pale light of the aurora, Uni saw the shape of a small animal running toward him. He heard the animal make a menacing growl, causing him to wish that he was elsewhere that instant. He wished in vain. The animal leapt and impacted against Uni's petrified body. In true terror, Uni made no effort to resist, his breathing taxed as the animal settled on his chest. Uni could now tell that the animal was a dog of some sort. The light from the cabin reflected off the dog's eyes, enducing more primal fear in Uni. At any moment he expected his throat to be torn wide open.
    Just then an authoritative female voice filled the air. "That's enough, Huntums. I think the Uniboober has gotten the message."
    "Who's that?" Rufus asked, his 'ware-aided eyes sweeping the treeline. He and Nathan then saw a person approaching the fallen Uni. Once next to the criminal man, the newcomer had the dog get off of Uni. It was clear now that the voice belonged to this person, who had to be a woman due to the two huge bulges under her winter suit.
    It was a woman, for she removed the protective hood from her head. Hair spilled onto her shoulders, and in the low light her smile could be seen clearly thanks to wetware-enhanced eyes. "Howdy folks. It appears that the Uniboober's twelve-year campaign has finally been brought to an end. I have you to thank for making this possible."
    "Who are you?" said Nathan as he and Rufus approached the woman.
    "I'm Marsha Jarvis, Commonwealth Marshals. I need to take this man inside the cabin until the forestry shuttle arrives to collect him." She picked up the dog, a rather large (15 kilo) dachshund, cradling it affectionately in her arms. "As much as my pet dog Huntums here likes to hunt outside in the cold, he needs to get inside as well so his little footies don't freeze up like the Uniboober's hands."
    "Be our guest, Marshal. Being saved from the Uniboober is the best Christmas gift under the circumstances."

Back in the cabin, the couples engaged in a discussion with the Marshal as they waited for the shuttle. Uni was once again tied up, his hands warmed to the point so that his rifle and icicle could be taken away. He was also asleep, having had enough of what the day dished out to him.
    On the couch was Ewa and Winnie, their bosoms draped with blankets. They drank hot coco that their husbands thoughtfully provided. Jarvis was given the honor of sitting in the plush recliner. On the Marshal's lap was Huntums. She explained that the big dachshund was supposed to be a miniature, but the dog's genes had their own agenda. The 15-kilo 'runt' was resting on Jarvis' lap, being lavished with strokes to his short brown coat of fur. Nathan and Rufus had taken two chairs from the kitchen. They sat next to their respective women, a hand on their knees in a display of affection.
    Ewa sipped some hot coco from her mug. She then placed the mug atop her blanket-covered bosom. "Marshal Jarvis, can you tell us how you knew that the Uniboober would be here?"
    Jarvis' blue eyes sparkled with vitality. "Uni has been very careful for the most part, making sure that his handiwork couldn't be traced back to him. However, his last four bombs have been made with less care. There was pollen from a certain flower that only grows in these northern latitudes during the summer season. Based on what Uni had written to the press and his psychological profile, and with the pollen evidence, the investigative team focus its attention on the northern part of Sydney. I was assigned to investigate those structures that have been inhabited by one person for prolonged periods of time, especially those in close proximity to the kind of flower that produced the pollen. I was in the area when I picked up your distress transmission, Mrs Sutherland. When your message mentioned the fact that you and Mrs Doherty had a 'peculiar breast condition', I played a hunch that the Uniboober was somehow involved. I thank the Good Lord that my hunch was correct." Jarvis scratched behind Huntums' ears, making the oversized ratdog feel like a king. "I've been assigned to the Uniboober case for five years. Thanks to him, I've missed spending Christmas with my family for the last four of those years. Next year I'll be able to give my daughter Allison her Christmas gift in person."
    Nathan nodded. "You deserve it, Marshal. Catching the Uniboober will be your gift to a much relieved public. While me and Rufus here," he indicated to his friend, who had grin that matched Nathan's own, "have experienced the joy of giving and sharing with our wives. We hope what has happened to them will be temporary."
    "They drank from 71-year-old bottles of Bubbles, Mr Doherty. I hope the age-induce potency of the drink hasn't conferred a degree of permanency to your wife's bust size."

The Dohertys and Sutherlands made it back to their respective homes in time for New Years. Afterwards, Ewa and Winifred had tests conducted to see if nanites could begin the process of reducing their prodigious breasts to normal. Unfortunately, Jarvis' concern about the increase of the aged Bubbles' potency was proven correct. 165cm-tall Winifred had to contend carrying her 332cm bust around for the rest of her life, which was about 230+ years thanks to the effectiveness of prolong. Ewa, still measuring a hefty 323cm bustline on her 160cm frame, faced the same future of big-bosomed living like her friend Winifred.
    Of course there were complications of being so big. The forward reach of both women was hampered by their breast mass. They also had to be quite aware of their surroundings, as their busts required a fair degree of maneuvering space. Contending with the additional weight of their new breasts was a minor problem once the women wore custom-made normal and anti-gravity bras. Wetware also helped to simplify, but not altogether eliminate, all the other inconveniences that came with their new size.
    Winifred and Ewa could, however, face the future with confidence. They were still able to work, and continued to receive splendid affection from their husbands. Christmas for both couples gained an additional level of meaning and joy. Recalling the fun they had at the cabin, the couples always insured that a particular kind of joy was experienced in abundance. You could tell it was Christmas at the Doherty and Sutherlands' homes when all the spare blankets and towels ended in the wash. But this wasn't the only time such an event happened, for both couples believed that Christmas should be experienced more than once a year. Much, much more often. (Grin).
 
 

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Thanks for Corinne for her assistance and suggestions