"Damn Mulder and his crazy theories, anyway!" Dana Scully muttered, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes. "I care about him- maybe I even love him- but when he gets an idea like this in his head, I could cheerfully blow his kneecaps off."
It was a typical Fox Mulder theory- equal parts logic, intuition, and completely bizarre facts that anyone could see the holes in. Mulder had concluded that a small group of Atlantis survivors, assisted by Grays, had set up a colony in Central America. So, here she was, lost in a cave halfway up a mountain in Columbia, trying to figure out which direction Mulder had gone. Dana pulled out the police whistle she carried, and blew again, hoping it would lead Fox to her.
"Maybe, if I could get him to look at me as a woman, not just a partner, he'd make sure I was around when he takes off." She smiled sourly. Everyone at the Bureau thought she was too professional to see Fox that way. It wasn't that at all. Mulder was so wrapped up in his obsessions that nothing she could do would get through to him. She knew he had needs - she'd walked in on him at the office last week, watching some porn film or other. She'd caught a few seconds of it before he realized she was there. Some huge-breasted redhead was giving someone a blow job (and poorly, too - Dana had started with better techniques back in high school). Dana had cleared her throat, Fox had jumped and tried to make some excuse, and the whole thing had been ignored, if not forgotten. "If I looked more like that, would he see me? Maybe."
Walking slowly, she turned a corner of the tunnel and tripped, sliding down a long, smooth slope. "Mulder, I swear to God, I'm going to kill you." She picked up her flashlight, which promptly went out. "NO!" Shaking and slamming the side didn't help - the battery must be dead.
"Well, I haven't moved from the foot of the ramp, I'll just turn around and go back." She walked a few steps, tripped, and fell down another short slope. Heaping fresh curses on her partner, she stood up.
Just ahead, there was a glow like daylight. Dana slowly walked forward, watching for any more pitfalls. She found herself in a hewn chamber, lit by a soft glow. "Incredible! Mulder was right - again." Just ahead was a strange metal panel, with an odd inscription. Dana stepped closer to examine it. A blue-white beam of light shone down on her from some invisible source. As she watched, fascinated, the metal plate shifted, its inscription becoming an outline drawing of a human figure. She found that the plate was within easy reach of where she stood, still spotlit by the beam. The angular writing alongside the drawing resolved itself into Latin. "Heal the body." Below that "Change the body." She reached out and touched "Heal." A tiny pop sounded, and she found herself spitting out both of her fillings. Exploring with her tongue, she found that the teeth were whole, completely undamaged. There was a sudden skittering sensation on the back of her neck, and she slapped at it, only to find that mysterious implant chip in her hand. "Absolutely incredible! Fox has got to see this."
"Change the body-" what could that mean? Experimentally she touched "Change." The metal plate changed again, showing the outline drawing in full-front and profile. The inscription changed too- "Area to change."
Dana's mouth quirked up at one corner. "If I were a little taller, maybe he'd lay off the short jokes." She touched the legs of the drawing, treating the metal plate like a computer touchscreen. She drew her finger down the legs, dragging the feet down, the legs reshaping to match. She removed her finger from the screen and felt a strange tickling sensation along her legs. She looked down and saw her legs lengthening, her pants rising up to somewhere just above her ankles. She stumbled, feeling dizzy for a second, then looked around, enjoying the change in perspective. "From 5'1" to 5'6' in one touch- not bad."
A totally foreign idea popped into her head. "I wonder if such a thing is possible. If it is, do I want to?" Irrationally, totally unlike her normal cool, logical self, she decided. "Yes, I do want to try."
She reached out and touched "Change" again, then used her index fingers to trace a slightly larger bustline on the drawing. As she removed he finger from the screen, a magnificently delicious sensation coursed through her body, centering on her breasts. It was like having the world's most perfect lover stroke her breasts with silk gloves. Random spasms of ecstasy flickered through her as her breasts began to swell, stretching at the sensible sportbra she wore under her brother's old Navy football jersey. The jersey fit like a tent, hanging almost to her knees, but it was comfortable and warm.
"My God, I've never felt anything like that!" She slipped both hands inside her jersey, hefting the strange new size and weight of her boobs, flicking her new fingertip-size nipples with her thumbs. "It's wonderful. Will they get bigger?" She reached for the screen, but stopped. "My bra is stretched tight now. If I make my boobs any bigger, the bra will cut in and hurt." She smiled and slipped out of the jersey, then tugged the sportbra off, dropping it to the floor. "I guess my B-Cup days are over now." It was chilly in the cave, so she slipped the jersey back on, relishing the sensation of fabric rubbing her erect nipples.
"Ok, Dana. Hold onto your hat." She reached out and drew a substantially larger bustline on the screen. The magical sensation returned, far stronger now. She moaned with pleasure, her knees weakening as her boobs expanded, pushing out the front of her jersey like a slow-motion wave. She looked down, watching her breasts swell larger and larger, like time-lapse photography of bread rising or mushrooms growing. The were easily D-Cups now, possibly double-D's, and showed no sign of stopping. Her breath began to hitch in her throat as pleasure built toward some impossible climax. She could feel it coming, building, spiralling up and... Her breasts stopped growing.
"NO! Not now! not when I was so close!" She grabbed at her massive tits, rubbing and tweaking desperately. It was wonderful, but- "It's not enough! I've got to do it again!" Some small part of Dana's mind cringed. Her breasts were already larger than anything she had seen outside of a medical textbook. She stopped for a moment, running her hands under her jersey and over her new expanded expanses. She ran a nail over each quarter-size nipple, hefted the huge mass of each soft, solid breast, and explored the underside with her fingers. The lower edges of her boobs lay just below the tenth rib, far lower than anything human. Then she thought again about the screaming orgasm she had sensed but not felt. "If I don't, I may never enjoy sex again."
Decisively, she reached out and drew an even larger outline on the screen. She watched as her breasts began swelling again, inflating like an inner tube on a high-pressure hose. The incredible wave of ecstasy built up again, rising higher and higher as Dana's breasts grew. From volleyballs to basketballs to beachballs, swelling, growing, larger and larger. Dana's tits grew, first pushing out then stretching and straining the side seams of her jersey. The sensation of the fabric riding up over her shot-glass size nipples did the trick, crushing Dana in an impossible, unbearable, screaming orgasm that left her on the floor, her legs spasming weakly.
Looking back, Dana was never sure how long she lay on the floor, riding the aftershocks of that mighty eruption. When she finally began thinking again, she stood up, struggling for her balance with the new weight pulling her forward. She looked at herself. The Navy jersey sloped out in front of her, with the hem dangling just below the lower curve of her awe-inspiring new architecture. She felt the tight bunch of fabric across the small of her back, where it had ridden up to cover her breasts. She peeled the fabric up over her curves, and hefted one enormous nipple up to her lips. As she licked it, feeling some small echo of the previous miracle, she heard footsteps behind her.
"Scully, thank god you're.." As Dana turned to face Fox, her arms full of breast flesh, he gaped and stammered. That familiar smile quirked up one corner of her mouth.
"Mulder, we need to have a serious talk about our relationship."