*If you were looking for an article on gravitational force, you kinda' missed it. Back out now before I scar your mind. If you already read the first couple paragraphs, I suggest shining a lazer-pointer in your eyes. In da' hood, we called that DIY memory wiping.*

Mutual Attraction
by Xblade the Malicious

	Dave was lying on the cold linolium in a MacMickey's bathroom, naked from waist down, staring at the most beautiful set of knockers he had seen in his life. They shuddered violently as their owner, the counter girl at this particular fast food establishment from the looks of the uniform, rode his cock with the voracity of a rabbit, letting loose intermitent screams of ecstacy. His mind was reeling with the extreme range of feeling and emotions that coursed through his body, lending his vision a blurry filter.
	Dave took his eyes off his partners tits for a moment to assess the situation. He couldn't seem to remember ever entering the room he was presently engaged in fucking inside, nor could he remember ever seeing the woman he was sharing the experience with. There was something wrong with this whole scene, but he couldn't quite...
	The logical side of Dave's brain turned off with an almost audible clunk as the mystery vixen began to pump even faster, the vaginal lips closing tighter around his member. His eyes went straight back to her bouncing funbags, not bothering to look into the face of his lover but rather opting to skip the pleasantries and go straight to the titty fondling. Dave stayed his hands when what shreds of the left portion of his mind picked up an interesting anomaly: counter-babe's tits were growing! They grew with every downthrust of her lithe form, transforming from huge to unbelievable in a matter of heartbeats. Dave stared in disbelief as the girl of his dreams, mammary-meat now beginning to slap against his chest and abdomen, screeched to warn of the impending orgasm.
	He couldn't hold it anymore. The two strangers climaxed at once, their love juices mixing midstream as sexual bliss washed over their tangled bodies. The world was the purest white for but a moment, but it would be a moment forever ingrained in Dave's psyche, a moment he would strive to acheive in all his conquests following this one. The naked woman collapsed on Dave's chest, falling only a few inches before being brought to a halt by her stunning new assets.
	The blur retreated from the former virgin's eyes, allowing him to further study who he had just made love to. She was a petite lady with long legs, flaring hips, a tight stomach, and now breasts the size of beanbag chairs that seemed to shiver as she gasped for breath. Large, proud nipples stood atop areole the size of dinner plates, in perfect proportion to the boobs she formerly possessed. They bore no stretch marks or deformaties of any kind; they were just super-sized natural breasts. Dave marveled at their perfection when it finally hit him.
	"What's your name?" Dave sighed to his anonymas lover.
	The woman's boobs fluctuated as she attempted to climb over them to get to her man. Her featureless head finally crested the mammary mountains and she replied with a resonating "BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!"
	'Well that's strange,' Dave thought to himself, 'she doesn't have a face. Wait a minute.'

Fuck.

	Dave woke with an alarm clock scrambling his brain and a puddle of cum slowly seeping into his mattress and boxers.The formerly-sleeping high schooler groaned and rolled onto his side, taking a glance at the clock that ruined his happiness. "7:12," the LEDs blinked mockingly, as if to say, "C'mon, smash me against a wall; I dare ya'."
	Exploitaves were abound as he bolted from his bed to his dresser, desparately searching for a clean pair of underwear to replace the one he so embarrasingly soiled. "Socks!" Dave blurted angrily, hurling clumps of them from the drawer, "all I have are motherfucking socks!"
	His mother's voiced drove through the door, "No swearing in my house!"
	It took all Dave's willpower not to kill her right there. "Sorry!" he hissed back to his beloved mommy before continuing his dig. He got all the way to the bottom before he found a pair, and he was pretty sure it was a bit too small in the first place. Regardless, he changed as speedily as possible, throwing off his ejaculate ridden drawers with a disgusting slap and sliding on the fresh equivalent. He stole another look at the time. "7:15; you'll never make it in 5 minutes!" the lights blinked in what Dave swore was Morse Code for laughter.
	With no time to find new clothes, the desparate student grabbed what he wore yesterday: a slightly sweaty jean and T-shirt combination. He put socks on, now conviently located on the brown carpet of the small bedroom, and then his ragged old shoes, followed immediately by a race to the end of the drive-way. His mother was reclining on the living room couch reading yet another romance novel when Dave raced past, shouldered his backpack, and leapt out the front door.

	The day passed as per usual, despite the unusual start. Go to class, sit in desk, daydream, rinse, and repeat. Dave never really paid much attention to the classes; it really didn't make much of a difference on his grades. And besides, you can't kill post-apocalyptic zombies with a diploma, can you? In any case, Dave made his way through the day just as any other, passing the same people in the halls, getting the same lectures, having the same heated debates about nothing in lunch, and generally just cruising on auto-pilot. However, there was one event that broke the tedium.
	The clock ticked ever so slowly to the magic numbers, 2:30. Dave sat and stared at the cruel machine and realized that he really fucking hated clocks. Finally, the bells sounded and students rushed to freedom from the tyranny of Physics. Dave made a beeline for his locker, grabbed his books, and was walking to the buses when he was almost floored by an amazing sight. Kelly, Dave's secret crush of almost four years and owner of a supple pair of E-cup breasts (he did the research), sauntered down the halls of Eden High School in an leather outfit reminiscient of Grease, but a lot more feminie. The black hide clung to Kelly's five and a half foot figure like a second layer of skin, accentuating her impossibly long legs and flaring, womanly hips but closing in on a waist that can only be described as wasp-esque. However, Kelly's boobs stole all the attention, the leather pressing them together and lifting them high on her chest. Womanly flesh spilled over the top of a deep neckline, showing a hint of areole and a canyon of deep, inviting cleavage. Her nipples stood fully erect, and her thin, elvish face sported a look that exuded pure sex. As she walked around the corner, her melons jiggled invitingly, just begging to be squeezed.
	Burning passion welled up in Dave's loins, urging him to give in to animal instincts, but Dave managed to control himself by staring straight ahead, past Kelly. 
	"Hey, Dave." Kelly said in a sultry voice as they passed, perking up her melons with a slight arch of the back. A silken hand brushed his chest. She obviously wanted it.
	"Sup, Kelly." Dave automatically responded, and immediately hated himself for it.
	Dave continued to walk past Kelly, but stole a glance at her swaggering behind before heading to the buses.
	The windows looked especially inviting for smashing one's head in today.

	"...and he didn't even look interested!" Kelly sobbed into the telephone.
	Kelly's best friend, Doris, answered with as much sympathy as possible, "Well, I don't know what to tell you Kelly. Maybe its time to move on, I mean, there are other fish in the sea."
	"Not like Dave!"
	"Why do you want this guy so badly? God knows, if you've got an itch you need to scratch, Bret's been trying to get in your pants all year."
	"Stop it! You know this isn't about sex!" Frustration and anger began to creep into Kelly's voice.
	"Oh, so you walk around school dressed in a porn star's leather body-suit and you're looking to be friends?" Doris could be a real bitch sometimes.
	Kelly fought the urge to slam the phone against a wall. "Oh, like you should be talking, little miss herpes!"
	"I told you, I got that from a toilet seat!" there was a pause while Doris collected her wits, "I just want to know why you want this guy in particular. Frankly, he's a loser."
	"But so was I, don't you remember? He and I used to hang out all the time. We were rejects, and Dave was there to help me." The sobs were beginning to come back.
	"Its been three years, Kelly, things have changed."
	Fresh tears ran down Kelly's high cheeks, "Dave wouldn't change!"
	"I wasn't talking about Dave! Honey, just give up on your little obsession and grab another football player. You seemed happy then."
	"Shows what you know!" And with that, Kelly slammed the receiver back into its dock, tears still streaming down her face.
	"I'm gonna make Dave see me! I don't care what Doris says!"
	Kelly lept from her bed straight to her desk, switched on the computer, and started an Internet search. B-R-E-A-S-T   E-X-P-A-N-S-I-O-N   P-I-L-L-S. This was going to be a long night.

	Kelly awoke with her face buried in her keyboard, her tits resting on her thighs. The computer was still on, and the screen showed the purchase of something called Titanic Tities. "Go from bland to BAM! in a matter of weeks! Thanks for ordering! We'll be there in a sec!" Kelly stood up with a groan and looked at the clock. 11:30. Thank God it's Saturday, Kelly thought to herself as she slipped out of her nightgown. "Time to get ready for work..." Kelly mumbled as she took out the standard MacMickey's uniform, got dressed it on, and headed out the door. Her dad was in the living room flipping through the channels when he noticed her.
	"Mornin' sweetie."
	"Mornin' pop."
	"Headin' to work?" He was running through the motions.
	"Yup." So was she.
	"Oh! Before you go, you got a package on the dining room table from last night. Says it's from "T.T." whatever that is."
	Kelly was stunned, "Really? Wow, I didn't think they were being literal...guess I can get started sooner than I expected."
	"What's that, hon?"
	"Nothing! See you later dad!"
	"See ya." He waved her goodbye with the remote, oblivious.
	Kelly walked into the dining room and spotted the package. It was a rather small cardboard box, about the size of a toaster, with two large T's printed on the side. Kelly grabbed it and tucked it under her arm. No need to wait until tonight, Kelly thought as she strolled out the front door to her beat-up sub-compact, a smile painted wide across her face. "Hopefully this stuff is worth the ten bucks I spent on it," Kelly said as she pulled out the driveway and motored to "the grease-trap."

	"So, I been tinkin', how bout afta we get offa work, you n' me can find a good quiet place n' make it un-quiet?" Bret put on the worst lusty sneer imaginable.
	Kelly paused from her burger assembling, "Bret, shut the fuck up."
	"Ooooo, naughty, naughty! You been a bad girl..." Bret slapped Kelly's tight ass with a spatula. "I tink I gotta discipline you. Or you discipline me, whichever."
	" 'Well, yer gonna have ta wait, cuz its time fer ma break.' "
	Bret didn't seem to pick up the sarcasm. First he appeared surprised, then lustful, then triumphant as Kelly walked to her car. What a retard, Kelly thought as she grabbed her pills, I could trick him into eating his toes! Kelly chuckled mentally, pushing open the bathroom door of the MacMickey's. She set the bottle on the counter.
	Kelly leaned towards the mirror, locking with her own eyes. "This is for you, Dave," mumbled Kelly and she popped a pill. She immediately stumbled back; the tablets, shaped like little nipples (which, in reflection, is just about how all pills look like), were absolutely delicious! She poured about a dozen and chomped them down all at once, savoring the ambrosial flavor each secreated. In fact, the taste seemed to stimulate her sex organs, almost pushing her to climax before she realized what she had done.
	"Oh, shit! What the hell did I do?!" She snatched the "TT" bottle. "How many was I supposed to take?! Once a week? Oh, man. What do I do? Do I call poison control? No, then my secret would get out! Shit, shit,shit..." Kelly examined the bottle again, wishing there was some sort of magic safety word, but there wasn't even a list of ingredients. "I guess I should just wait it out. Not much else I can do..."
	Kelly collected herself and left the Ladies Room, bottle in hand. She deposited the pills back in her car and headed back to a day of dullness and drudgery. Or so she thought.

	The clock was creeping ever so slowly to six o' clock, the time when Kelly would be released from her prison. She had switched duties from burgers to "the Box" in an attempt to escape Bret's hounding, which was intensified by their earlier dialogue, and to forget about her little accident with the pills. In essence, she was preventing human contact and mental activity by dealing with everyone who drove through MacMickey's, which was amazingly effective.
	Kelly adjusted her uniform, which had become increasingly uncomfortable, and handed the customer their change, adding a repetive "Thank you for choosing MacMickey's" afterwards. She had no time to think before another customer was yelling into the intercom.
	"Hello, welcome to MacMickey's, how may I help you? Mmhm...would you like that a large size?...mmhm...your total is $12.97, please pull up to the first window."
	Then she felt it. A strange warm sensation deep in her chest. At first, she paid it no mind, pushing the customer through just as normal. But then the sensation began to intensify, to grow, spreading across Kelly's chest like fire.
	"Oh, shit! Its the pills! What the fuck is it doOMYGOD!!!" was all she could get out before her body was wracked by waves of pleasure from her breasts. She collapsed forward into the counter, grabbing the ledge then pulling herself upright while pulse upon pulse of sexual energy coursed through her tits. One hand flew to her right tit, the other to her wettening pussy, grabbing and gropping in pure animal desire. She felt herself through her uniform for a good half-minute, lost in sexual bliss, cuming continuously until panties and pants were soaked. Both nipples were fully engorged and incredibly sensitive, provoking orgasms upon the slightest squeeze. But as she fondled, pressure began to build in her chest. She glanced down and found her uniform taut against her knockers, the expanding breast meat pushing against its buttoned prison.  The pleasure turned to pain as her growing breasts pushed into her E-cup bra, digging the hooks into her back. Gasps, partly from arousal, partly from suffocation, echoed inside the cubby-hole as she attempted to unlock it with her hands, but to no avail; she was far too gone for that option. In desperation, she took in a large breath and thrusted her chest out, throwing the weight of her new boobs against the oppresive bra. The clamps exploded off her back and the pressure lessened, but her stunt burst the top buttons on her uniform, revealing a veritable canyon of sweaty cleavage. Kelly quickly delved into her billowing busom and pulled out her bra, throwing it against the wall while she started to massage her breasts anew. It wasn't long before the remaining buttons began to quake and explode, one by one, off her uniform and into the register, revealing more and more of her round, rollicking tits. When at last the final button flew, her boobs burst out for all to see, jiggling and jostling while Kelly teased her nipples until she orgasmed. Free from the constraints of clothing, her chest's growth rate doubled, pouring outwards at an unbelievable pace. What once were the size of large grapefruit now were the size of soccerballs, with nipples the size of pen caps, and aeurola like dark, wrinkled pancakes. Kelly was feeling pleasure and arousal she never dreamed of before when the light came on. There was another customer.
	Kelly jammed her finger on the talk button, but then immediately returned to fondling herself, "Come back laAAAater please..."
	"Kelly? Is that you? Thank god! I've been meaning to tell you something."
	Kelly's heart jumped, but she refused to take her hands off her expanding breasts, "Dave! I need you to pull up to the first window right now!"
	"What? But I didn't..."
	"NOW DAMMIT!!!"
	Kelly heard Dave slam on the gas pedal and pop into sight seconds later. As his vision extended into the booth, his expression changed from worry to aroused surprise in seconds. "Kelly, you've...the...what...who...?" he sputtered as a pair of forty pound jugs undulated in his vision. He was hard instantaneously.
	Kelly lay against the wall of the stall, caressing her massive endowments all her might. Between sexified gasps, she called for Dave, "I nee-ugh!-eed you now!" Dave hesitated in his vehicle; his brain was still processing the events occuring before his eyes. Kelly let out an especially fervent scream and Dave leapt from the car into the drive-thru window, his clothes already half off. As he climbed to Kelly, he pronounced, "I always wanted you, Kelly!" as if to affirm what he was doing.
	"Fuck me hard!" wailed his lover as another wave of orgasms rocked her body.
	He didn't need any more prodding. Dave stripped off his last shred of clothes and jumped on Kelly like an animal, pinning her against the wall while she tore her cum soaked pants off her busomy body.  He began to stroke her still-growing breasts (now the size of beach balls) and she began to massage his pulsing member, but soon forsoke the foreplay; they were plenty aroused. Dave pushed into the cleavage of the world's largest tits and jammed his cock into Kelly's tight pussy, ramming in and out the full extent of his nine-inch manhood. Even though Dave had been a virgin, his animal instincts pushed both him and Kelly to heights of pleasure neither thought imaginable. Kelly's giant breasts rocked against Dave's shoulders, adding more and more pleasure to every thrust given. Kelly reached her arms behind her lover and scratched into his back, then raised her hands to try to squeeze her nipples but instead found the underside of her boobs. The waves of sexual excitement raced through her being until she arched her back and screamed, "OH GOD!!!"
	The two lovers orgasmed together in an explosion of internal harmony, their fluids mixing midstream. They collapsed simultaneously on the floor, staring blissfully into each other's eyes while they embraced with both arms and tits. Kelly's boobs were as large and perky as overstuffed beanbag chairs, their surface touching nearly all walls of the small room. As the pleasure of post-coitus began to fade, Dave leaned towards Kelly and kissed her deeply, adding a small cherry to the whole experience. When their lips parted, Kelly muttered a soft, "I love you."
	Dave smiled and said, "I love you too."




	"Wait, how am I going to get out of here?"