Cassidy could feel herself waking up. Although she could tell that the sun was high, bright and strong, all Cassidy felt was pleasant warmth. Her eyes were closed and she kept them so. It simply felt too nice. In fact she was so completely comfortable, she wondered why it was that she was waking up at all. She wasn't sweating, nor did she feel cold. She didn't feel bad, but then again she didn't feel quite normal either. She didn't feel sick, and her stomach wasn't upset. She didn't feel anxious and she didn't ache. Just the same something was definitely amiss and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She didn't exactly feel tired, but she didn't feel like all of her was waking up either. She felt distant and floaty, like her head was full of cotton. She couldn't remember how long she'd been asleep and she was having a hard time recalling exactly where she was.

Cassidy propped herself up. She could feel her towel scrunch as her elbows dimpled the sand beneath it. She was on a beach she decided. Her eyelids were reluctant to open so she waited for them to adjust, stretching her legs and arching her back. Her heels slid into warm sand as they slid past the edge of her towel, a sensation which was hardly unexpected. But as she arched there was an unusual movement from her chest which was startling. She flickered her eyes open and then gasped at the image which lilted across her retinas. Her breasts were bare!

Cassidy quickly rolled up and sat Indian style, hunching over her lap. Her eyes were taking their sweet time adjusting, but the sensation coming from her breasts spoke volumes. She felt their weights shifting from side to side, unfettered. Reflexively she cupped her B cups, an act which did little to take the edge off of her sudden anxiety. She must be at a topless beach! Cassidy had never been to a topless beach before. She'd never even considered it. Topless beaches, in her opinion, weren't for nice girls. Or at least for nice girls with small boobs. Her school chum Megan, although a nice girl, would probably go to a topless beach. Megan had big boobs. Very big boobs, actually.

Megan and Cassidy had been best friends since kindergarten and had stuck together through it all. When puberty hit, the slightly shorter, slightly stockier Megan became slightly taller than Cassidy, who was already a willowy 5' 11", and dramatically bustier. Her boobs didn't grow overnight, though. Just like nearly every other girl in their class, Megan's boobs started to develop around the time they began Junior High. Unlike every other girl in their class, Megan's boobs just didn't seem to want to stop growing. It seemed like Cassidy's blond friend was gaining a cup size each year, growing slow and steady. As constant as they were growing, Megan was afforded the luxury of gradually becoming a top-heavy beauty, but it still had a significant impact upon her as well as those around her. Each summer Cassidy found it harder and harder not to stare as Megan sported bigger and bigger bikini tops. Megan slowly became used to the attention, both from Cassidy and the rest of the world, but it wasn't until the summer after graduation that she became completely open about her breasts. Suddenly she talked about her 'tits', 'boobs', 'jugs' and 'ta-tas' all the time. She marveled openly on how they continued to grow larger and larger. She became more daring as well. On one memorable occasion when Megan and Cassidy went to the beach, Megan was obviously wearing a top at least a cup size too small for her double Ds.

Cassidy roused from her reverie.  Her eyes had finally adjusted to the light and she got a good look at her topless situation. Cassidy's breasts had certainly not grown to be double Ds, or even single Ds. She didn't have the monsters her friend carried, but her B cups were respectable none-the-less. As the shock of suddenly finding herself topless slowly ebbed, she found the reality of her situation engrossing and even a bit titillating. It felt wonderfully different to bare her boobs so naughtily. She playfully bounced her boobs in her hands, awed to see and feel how vibrations traveled through her firm mounds. Excitement grew within her, which she immediately felt as her nipples became erect and pushed into her palms. Experimentally she took one of the growing nubbins between her thumb and forefinger.

As she experimented with herself, Cassidy wondered what her friends would think when she told them she'd been to a topless beach. Suddenly she heard the sound of waves crashing and remembered that she was still on a topless beach. Mortified by the idea that someone might have been watching her play with herself, she cautiously looked up and brushed a lock of her brunette hair out of her eyes, scanning the beach.

Cassidy was both relieved and a little confused to discover that there was no one else on the beach. She looked all around her as carefully as she could and didn't see a soul. All the more confusing was the fact that even after getting a good look at the beach she was sitting on, she couldn't recall where she was or how she'd gotten there. Given the horizon she could see and the size of the waves, it was clear that she was on an ocean beach, but which ocean? Was she on vacation or near home? To her left and right were rock cliffs jutting out into the water. Their rough surface didn't look anything like the cliffs back home. And the greenery upon them was lush and full in a way she'd never seen. As she looked back and forth she realized that the beach was facing south, not west. There didn't appear to be a coast stretching off in the distance, so she figured she must either be on the vacation somewhere down south or on the southern edge of an island.

Cassidy looked around as she pondered and suddenly spied a staircase in the cliff-side behind her, snaking through the lush foliage. She rolled over onto a hip to get a better look. As she did a light breeze blew between her legs and she felt her public hair rustle. She gasped as she realized the import of that sensation and rolled back onto her bum. She was bottomless as well! Topless was one thing, but naked?!?!

Cassidy pulled her knees to her bare chest and took a number of deep breaths. No big deal, she thought, not that much different than being topless ... sorta ... . She sighed and looked down at her beach towel. It was her favorite towel from junior high, a picture of a 'sweating' can of what later became her favorite beer. She'd stopped taking it out ages ago, keeping it for sentimental reasons rather than throwing it away when it became threadbare. It seemed a bit more threadbare than she remembered, but it was all she had.

Cassidy took a quick look around. Once she'd confirmed that she was all alone she rolled off the towel. As she did she could feel threads snapping. When she plucked it up from the sand she felt more threads go and so she was disappointed more than shocked when she held the tattered towel at arms length. There were several long tears through the material. Still it was better than nothing.

With a shrug she climbed to her feet and started to wrap the remains of the towel around her body. Unfortunately a strong gust of wind came out of nowhere and snatched the ruined cloth from her hands. Cassidy watched helplessly as it was carried up the beach, twirling and dancing as the wind scooted it towards the cliff face, threads snapping audibly as it whipped one way then another. Finally the tatters came to rest in a tree high up the cliff, shredding even more as the wind tore through them.

She looked at the remains of her towel in the tree and sighed. Looks like I have no choice, she deciphered. She crossed an arm over her breasts and placed a hand over her pubic area. She could feel her heart rate rising and felt her shoulders hunching, her stomach was balling up and her throat beginning to dry. It felt perfectly awful. And then suddenly Cassidy became angry, though not with her situation so much as with herself. She knew and believed that this reaction, her reaction, was in fact her decision.

She put her hands on her hips, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, deliberately puffing her puffies out further. It felt like the first breath she had taken in forever. She held it in, enjoying the taut, full feeling of her torso. Her naked breasts felt foreign, but not unpleasant. Cassidy imagined her inhibitions as shadows within and throughout her body. She willed them to move up, up from her feet, up her legs, between her hips and through her belly, up from her hands, up her arms and down from her shoulders, all eventually gathering in her chest. Once she had imagined her hang-ups, particularly about nudity and her boobs, all within her lungs, she opened her eyes and exhaled forcefully, pushing all the air out her lungs until she had nothing left. As she did she thought she saw something like smoke or steam, but it was too insubstantial and fleeting for her to be sure.

Then she stood comfortably, her hands still on her hips, stark naked. She was aware of her nakedness, but was now somewhat at ease with it. That worked remarkably well, she mused. Tentatively she jostled her bosom, making her breasts wobble from side to side. They still felt strange, but no longer embarrassingly so. She took a look at her full bush. It was a little wild, but while natural not unruly. And it managed to hide her labia for the most part. She popped up on the balls of her feet then rocked back onto her heels. She felt very free, rather excited and a bit naughty. Cassidy was ready to explore.

Cassidy looked at the stairs and, after deciding that an empty beach wasn't a very fun place to be (naked or otherwise), she began walking towards them. As high as the sun was in the sky and as warm as was the air of the day, she'd expected the sand to be painfully hot. But instead the sand felt pleasant, almost unnaturally so. Still, it was difficult to walk through and she plodded along. Her plodding made her bare boobs jiggle like crazy, a sensation which felt almost impossibly pleasant as well. They wiggled and bounced like little Jell-O molds.

The stairs were wooden, though she couldn't tell how high up they went. All she could see were the first couple of flights and then the stairs disappeared into the trees further up the cliff. The stairs wove back and forth in an interesting way, with landings obvious every so often. She thought she could make out benches and even a fountain, maybe, on the landings. She imagined it to be a good idea to have fountains since the stairs appeared to go up quite a ways.

She started up the stairs tentatively, somewhat daunted by their appearance. She thought to herself that she would have felt a little better knowing where they went, but immediately chided herself for not being more positive about her situation. This will be an adventure! Cassidy assured herself as she climbed. Her boobs continued to wiggle and bounce as she climbed, each movement sending a pulse through her which warmed and calmed. Before she knew it she'd come to the first landing.

She was pleasantly surprised to discover she'd been correct, for there, set against the hillside, was a fountain gurgling merrily. She hadn't realized how thirsty she'd been until she walked near the bubbler. Thirst rose within her like a wind, hot, dry and compelling. She recklessly threw her hands into the reservoir beneath, drew her cupped palms up and drank lustily. She drank for a while until, just as quickly as it had arisen, her thirst disappeared.

Cassidy stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Suddenly she felt invigorated. She turned and mounted the stairs with some enthusiasm, taking each step up energetically. She felt quite strong and began to exaggerate her steps, making her breasts launch and heave a little. She reveled in the sensation. Stair after stair disappeared beneath her feet. Soon her generous movements weren't enough and she began jogging up the stairs, forcing her bosom to wiggle tightly under rapid impacts. Landing after landing passed and before she knew it, she was in the trees.

The sun hadn't burned with too much force, but the shade felt amazing none-the-less. Cassidy approached another landing and stopped at it's fountain. She wasn't out of breath or energy, but wanted to take in the sight of the understory. The vegetation, though lush, wasn't too dense to see through once underneath the canopy. She could see the stairs continuing on a ways further, snaking along until they reached what appeared to be a low wall at the top of the hillside. She estimated that she had gone about halfway. After taking another drink she began jogging up the stairs again, entranced by the feel of her breasts movement as she did.

That which had appeared to be a low wall nothing of the sort. The wall loomed as Cassidy approached it, several feet taller than her. She could hear voices as she got closer to the top of the stairs. And then she thought she heard music. There was the sound of a woman laughing for a bit before being drown out by more voices. she stopped jogging and stood quietly. It sounded like quite a party. She hadn't imagined she'd have to walk naked through a party. But just a quickly as her feelings of doubt arose she beat them down.

They're probably all naked too, she reasoned, but if they're not, well ....

Cassidy climbed to the final step and stood by the opening in the wall. She decided not to look. Instead she would just walk in like she belonged there. She took a quick breath, exhaled, and turned the corner.

The first thing Cassidy realized when she turned the corner was that she had been both right and wrong. What she'd heard was a party. But no one was naked. In fact it appeared to be a formal garden party. All the men were wearing tuxes and the women were in elegant gowns. She couldn't imagine a worse place to be bare naked. She felt her resolve starting to melt until she realized that no one was reacting to her. She noticed one or two people look her way, but then nonchalantly return to what they'd been doing.

Although it didn't quite seem right, it bolstered Cassidy's resolve. She took a couple tentative steps into the party, waiting for a reaction. Nothing. She stopped and searched the crowd, trying to see if anyone was looking. But the only reaction she received was from a waiter, and he only appeared to care that she was without a drink rather than without a dress. Cassidy took a proffered glass of champagne and sipped it as she continued to look around. Wow, she fancied, they're doing a better job of acting normal than I am.

Cassidy continued to sip her drink as she began wandering around. She noticed that she was drawing her arms in tighter than normal, reflexively sheltering her boobs. Again, she felt frustration welling up within her. No one was paying the least bit of attention to her. Why should she cringe and wither? Scolding herself, she lowered her forearms and deliberately pulled her arms back so that her elbows trailed her body. Her boobs suddenly felt enormous, but she knew it was all in her head.

Somewhat relaxed, she began to walk around. The stairway had entered the garden through an ornately carved opening in the wall which was partially hidden beneath a patina of climbing vines. The rest of the wall was under similar greenery, though without any ornate carvings. It ran only a short distance to either side before coming to the ends of some hedgerows, all abloom with pink and red blossoms. The area in which she stood was surrounded on three sides by the self-same hedgerows. Within the confines of these hedges were numerous benches, canopies and arbors ablaze with more blossoms. Opposite of the stair was an opening through the hedge and it was through this Cassidy walked.

She found herself at one end of what appeared to be more of an esplanade, lined with fountains. There were a few couples in their fine attire, ambling leisurely, arm in arm. The esplanade was quite a bit longer than it was wide and as she looked down it's length Cassidy could make out several more openings in the hedgerow which defined it's perimeter. She guessed that there would be more nooks and areas like the one she'd just left. She pretended to inspect the blossoms as she moved along the hedge.

Just as she was approaching one of the larger fountains, she heard a loud commotion coming from one the niches. Curious, she ambled in that direction. As she got closer she could hear a woman's voice above the crowd, happy and mirthful. Just as Cassidy entered the hide-away, a group of people burst into laughter, obviously in reaction to something the woman had said. Cassidy looked and saw a red haired, middle-aged woman climbing down off of one of the benches and excusing herself as she made her way through the crowd.

"Pardon me everyone," the woman beamed as she picked her way, "I need to freshen up."

Just as the woman was approaching she noticed Cassidy standing near the entrance. The older woman stopped and smiled as she studied the bare girl.

"My dear," she began warmly, "You are practically naked!"

All of her visualization and resolution dissolved like sugar in hot water and Cassidy blushed deeply, swiftly moving her hands to cover her boobs and bush. It was all she could do not to run away.

"It's not that serious of a problem!" The older woman laughed. She continued, "There isn't a law that says you have to wear jewelry! But really, you should wear at least a couple pieces."

Cassidy was confused. This woman was concerned that she wasn't wearing jewelry? When Cassidy shrugged the woman laughed out loud and clapped her hands, "Silly me! You don't have a purse either. Where would you keep any? Never mind, I have some that should work rather well. Wait just one moment ... "

The red haired woman swung an enormous bag off her shoulder and began rummaging through it. Little by little she pulled out items and handed them to Cassidy. First were a pair of clamp-on earrings, then a choker, an over-sized necklace and then a pair of ivory chopsticks. Cassidy looked at the necklace and the choker, a little confused. The woman noticed and immediately answered her unasked question.

"This one," she announced as she plucked the choker from Cassidy's hands and leaned closer, "goes around your neck," she explained as she outfitted Cassidy with the choker. Next she grabbed the necklace, "This one goes around your waist. Of course you have such a tiny waist ... I hope you don't mind that it's in your 'garden' a little bit. You have a very nice patch, anyway. Drawing a jaded eye down to it couldn't hurt, could it?" Cassidy shook her head, intimidated. She hadn't had time to become used to nakedness and now to have this woman, fully clothed, fussing over her, putting jewelry on her and touching her pubic hair ... . Again Cassidy made herself relax. It wasn't easy, but soon she felt her tension ebb.

"Next, we use these for your hair," the strange woman continued, expertly pulling Cassidy's brunette locks up in a bun and spearing it with the chopsticks. Then she took the earrings and stood before Cassidy, dangling them between her fingers. "Finally we have these. You can put these on yourself or I can put them on for you. Either way I think you'll find that they're exciting as well as beautiful." Cassidy shrugged. The woman had already done so much, what was a pair of earrings?

The woman took her shrug as a sign of ascent and stepped forward. But instead of reaching for Cassidy's ear, she cupped one of Cassidy's breasts in her hand, lifting it slightly. Cassidy gulped in shock and involuntarily stiffened her back, paralyzed. Getting felt up by a stranger in public was a bit much! The woman's hand was warm and soft, gently supportive. Suddenly she felt something clamp onto her nipple, making her yelp quietly.

"Sorry dearie," the woman soothed, "normally I'm a bit more deft. I usually do the Queen at least twice a day ..." the woman trailed off as she lowered Cassidy's first tit and hefted the second. Cassidy felt the second 'earring' clamp onto her nipple and resisted the urge to yelp. The clamps felt alarming going on, but as the older woman had promised, once on they felt great.

"There," the older woman announced, stepping back and putting her hands on her hips, "lets have a look at you ... not bad ... not bad at all. How does it feel ... young woman?"

"Cassidy," Cassidy burst out when she realized that the woman was asking for her name, "and it feels ... good."

The other woman extended her hand, "Pleased to meet you Cassidy. I am Lana, one of the Queen's many attendants and her most senior."

Cassidy was anxious to talk about anything which would distract her from the nipple clamps. They felt amazingly, distractingly good! "I don't mean to seem rude, but who is this Queen you are talking about?"

Lana gave her a quizzical look. Cassidy's expression was innocent bewilderment, unchanged by Lana's challenging gaze. Lana looked at her and smiled. "Well, as you should know, the Queen is the woman in our nation who has the biggest breasts. It's a position which changes all the time, although right now our current Queen has reigned longer than any other. In fact this party is to celebrate the third anniversary of Queen Megan's coronation."

Somehow Cassidy knew which 'Megan' Lana was talking about. It made sense in a natural, intuitive way. But just as each answer raises three questions, knowing the who and why regarding the Queen only whet Cassidy's appetite.

"What do you mean by 'biggest'? Do you mean volume? Or how big they look?" Cassidy pried, "Because I'm pretty sure that a C cup on a small girl can look bigger than a D cup on a big girl. So what's the point? And who decides?"

Cassidy was surprised by her own sudden interest in a topic which she'd normally addressed in a whisper, if at all. Lana sighed and smiled. "So many questions! Well, the point is definitely appearance. The Queen's breasts represent the prosperity, abundance, and even opulence of our nation. As Queen she is a living symbol of the good fortune of her people. Thus it's important that she not only have the biggest but also look like the biggest boobs as well," Lana explained, "As for who decides, well that's the Department of Weights & Measures, of course."

"How do they measure appearance?" Cassidy asked, skeptically.

Lana searched up and down the esplanade. "I'll do better than explain it to you, dearie. I'll show you. Here," she announced as she took Cassidy by an arm, "come this way."

Cassidy followed willingly, though given Lana's grip she doubted she could do otherwise. The two walked a short distance up the grassy avenue and before long came upon a fellow in a black and white striped top hat with an enormous bag at his side. He appeared to be fussing over one of the larger blossoms, viewing it with a magnifying glass and tucking it between a pair of calipers. Lana cleared her throat as the two women drew up to him, causing the man to jerk and almost drop his instrument.

"Excuse me Mister Measurement Referee, sir," Lana began, "My friend here would like to have her bust measured."

Cassidy raised her hands and opened her mouth to protest, but before she could utter a single sound, the referee replied, "But of course," before clicking his heels, offering a curt bow and stepping in front of her. Cassidy felt overwhelmed and powerless, afraid to resist. The Referee put the calipers in his bag and withdrew a much larger set. He turned Cassidy to her side and took a pair of measurements, one from her sternum to her back and one from her nipple to her back. After writing the two measurements down, he returned the calipers to his bag and withdrew a tailors tape measure. Expertly he took the two standard bust measurements (around the band and across the nipples) then measured from her collarbone to her nipple. Next he measured from her collarbone to her pubic bone and from her neck, down her back, to the point where her buttocks cleaved together. Her measured her arm length and circumference. After pulling out yet another pair of calipers, he measured the width of her areola. His final 'measurement' involved poking his fingers along the edge of her boobs. As he moved down their sides she could hear him counting her ribs. After writing everything down, he pulled out a set of charts and began tracing along the various rows and columns. Cassidy, in the meanwhile, was trembling in agitation. She hadn't quite gotten comfortable just being naked, and with everyone grabbing and touching her, she could feel her heart rate rising again. She took a couple deep breaths.

"Well miss," the Measurement Ref announced, reading from his charts, "You are a large B cup, but you look like a moderate A cup. But most interestingly, you have a significantly large basal measurement."

"Wha ... ?" Cassidy gasped, still reeling from being prodded. "An A cup?!?"

Lana gave her shoulders a reassuring hug. "Never you mind, honey. Not every girl gets to be Queen ... "

Lana's voice trailed and she stared off into the distance. She put her thumb beneath her chin and put a finger to her lips, tapping as she stared at Cassidy's naked bosom. Cassidy, at first curious, began to become even more uncomfortable. Her shoulders reflexively began rolling and her arms came in. But once again, Cassidy admonished herself. She consciously straightened her back, pulled back her arms and thrust her chest out. Lana noticed her adjustment and a curious smile came to her face.

"You say the girl's basal measurement is significantly large?" she asked the Referee, who nodded enthusiastically.

"Three point five standard deviations," he explained, "perhaps a new record."

"My basal measurement? I don't even know what that means!" Cassidy protested. Lana's eyes, on the other hand, lit up.

"Your basal measurement, my dear Cassidy," Lana explained, "is the size of the base of your boobs, isn't that right?"

The Referee nodded, then added, "Indeed. It's relative, of course, like all breast measurements. But it also affects other relative measurements. So while you have B cups, their width is what makes them look smaller. The small size of your areola also makes your breasts look smaller. As does the fact that they are so firm."

"What?! How does firm ti... boo... breasts ... argh!" Cassidy growled as she stumbled over her words. Lana patted her should sympathetically, but before she could speak the Referee explained.

"According to the McCormick Mammary Measuring System, our national standard, appearance is affected by firmness in two ways. The first is that which we call the 'Secondary Cleavage'. It occurs right here," he indicated as he drew his finger along the lowest edge of the base of her breasts. "These have also been called the 'Matron's Crease' or, more puerilely, 'Pencil Holders'. As you can no doubt imagine, this is where the flesh of a woman's breast has folded over. It first receives consideration as soon as it presents itself, which happens either after a young woman's breasts become large enough or an older woman's breasts sag enough. After presentation, Secondary Cleavage' is measured for depth."

Cassidy calmed.  In spite of herself, she was intrigued. "Ok, I guess I can understand that way. What's the second way firmness affects how big I look?"

"The second is the location of your nipples relative to your shoulders and your under-breast."

"What do you mean? What's an 'under-breast'?"

"Your 'under-breast'," Lana jumped in, "is the part of your tit which is between your nipple and where your Secondary Cleavage would start."

"Well, that's partly correct," the Referee countered, "but in the McCormick System, the under-breast is actually the lowest point of a breast while a woman is standing naturally. If a woman is large enough or sags enough to have developed secondary cleavage, this point is between the nipple and bottom of the base. But without secondary cleavage, it is simply the lowest point on the base. Your basal measurement is unusually large, but not large enough to change the appearance of size significantly," the Referee announced. He then looked at his watch and turned to the women, "and if you'll please excuse me, I'm nearly due for the Queen's weekly demonstration."

The Referee bowed slightly before turning and trotting away. As he left, understanding dawned upon Cassidy, and she pouted. "So I'm kinda large but look kinda small?!"

Lana's face blossomed with an enormous smile. "My dear, you are large in perhaps the best way!" When Cassidy failed to respond, Lana continued, "Your basal measurement! Don't you see? The volume of a woman's boobs can be changed, but it's limited by the size of their bases. As big as yours are, you can easily overthrow Queen Megan, with a little help from me, of course. "

"What? Huh? Overthrow Megan?" Cassidy blurted, "Why would I want to do that? Why would you want to help me do that? And what kind of help?"

"Queen Megan has grown a little too big for her britches, so to speak," Lana confided, "It's always 'my boobs this' and 'my jugs that'. In a phrase, she lacks modesty. As for the help, you just wait, sweetie."

Queen Megan

It was all so confusing that Cassidy sighed, a sound Lana interpreted incorrectly.

"Now don't you worry honey," she assured Cassidy as she gently caressed the girl's broad boob, "You'll be Queen someday."

"Wait ... no, it's not like I want to be Queen," Cassidy explained, trying not to allow getting felt up in public by a virtual stranger to make her stammer, "I mean, it's not like I don't want bigger boobs ... because I do ... but I'm not sure I'd like to have the biggest boobs of the nation ... I'm not even sure how big that is ... "

"You mean you haven't seen Queen Megan?" Lana asked, incredulous. All Cassidy could do was blush. Lana grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along, "Well you should at least get an idea of what you can expect. Come on."

Lana led Cassidy at a pace which was surprisingly brisk for a woman her age. The two moved down the main thoroughfare until it opened into a grand circle of trees. They stopped at the outer edge and Lana gestured for Cassidy to look in. In the center was a dais with an elegant lounge. Seated upon it was none other than her school chum, Megan. Or at least a young woman who sorta looked like Megan. She appeared to have Megan's face and blond hair (in pig tails as usual), but the breasts of the girl seated on the lounge dwarfed anything Cassidy had ever dreamed of. Cassidy couldn't quite make out the detail of their size, but they looked enormous!

"Are those really double D cups?" Cassidy softly wondered aloud.

"Actually they are E cups," Lana confirmed, "But they look like Gs. Let's go say hi, shall we?"

Before Cassidy could object, Lana was pulling her along. As they approached, Cassidy could see the Queen's head turn towards them and recognition dawning upon her face. It was Megan.

"Oh my God! Cass!" she cried as she spied her friend. Megan climbed to her feet, somewhat awkwardly, and made her way towards Cassidy with her arms held open. Cassidy nearly choked when she saw the reality of Megan's figure. It was small wonder that Megan had trouble getting up: her breasts were as big as cantaloupes and the full, round globes of flesh hung over the top half of her stomach. Their shape wasn't quite as nice as Cassidy's, but they more than made up for it with volume, jutting forward and spreading around her sides in a pair of tidal waves of flesh. Her areola were at least as wide as coasters, stretched tight and shinny across the blunt tips of her jugs. Her nipples, however, were relatively diminutive dots, pointed slightly down and out. Cassidy felt a whirlwind of emotions welling within her as she anticipated hugging her friend and the feel of Megan's breasts pressing against hers.

"Oh my God Cassidy! When did you get here?" Megan squealed, "Turn around, let me look at you! Oh my God! Look at your nipple clamps! They're so pretty! Not as big as mine of course," Megan half-scoffed, wiggling her wide load to emphasis the point, "but, wow, they look good on you! How have you been?"

Cassidy was taken aback and unsure how to respond. Megan's rapid-fire conversational skills had always stymied her. She knew that regardless of what she chose or chose not to say, Megan would interu ...

"So what do you think of these babies anyway?" Megan demanded, pushing her breasts against her friend, "Pretty amazing, huh? I know, they blow me away too. I mean, look at me. I have got to have the fattest chest anywhere! I mean, I know I do, right? I'm Queen, so duh. But seriously, look at how huge they are," she insisted as she held her arms out and turned around, slowly, "see how low they hang? I mean, they're firm, right? But my jugs are just so fucking heavy ... oops! Sorry! I mean, my jugs are so darn heavy, they have to hang low. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to see! And yeah, there might be some woman somewhere who has boobs nearly as big as my babies, and no doubt she's some fat pig. But look at my ass. Look at this ass!" she commanded, slapping it for emphasis, "Tight! I'm practically a freak of nature, I'm so perfect. That's right, so I'm a freak. But so what? I'm Queen and I love it! So when did you get here?"

Cassidy couldn't change gears as quickly and ended up stuttering a bit before Lana interrupted. "My Queen, perhaps your friend would like some refreshments."

"Oh, yeah, silly me," Megan agreed, as she turned and began walking back up the dais, "Come come, come sit with me and we'll catch up. As you can see it takes me a little bit to turn around even. I mean, my center of gravity is bizarre now, you know? I'm sure you can imagine. I mean, you'd have to imagine, right? Who wouldn't?" she laughed. "Sometimes I think a bra would make it better, easier, y'know? But of course I can't wear a bra. Not that it matters, right? I don't want to! I mean, I love doing this!" she announced, wiggling her boobs back and forth dramatically.

It was obvious to Cassidy that Megan's substantial rack was weighty, and not just because it was obviously something of an effort for Megan to move them. Her jugs actually slapped against one another as they collided, then wobbled as the energy of their impact resonated through her corpulent flesh.

"When I first became Queen they told me I had to take the rest of my clothing off. Well, at first I was all like, nooo, thank you very much. But then, I was like, thinking. I like being naked! I mean, I really, really love it! I always have. Especially since my boobs started to grow. And then, when they kept getting bigger and bigger, I used to ... I've never told anyone this ...," Megan giggled as she looked around and then leaned in towards Cassidy, "I used to stand naked in front of the mirror and get off! Seriously! I used to get so hot just looking at, well ... me! So then I was thinking, I dunno, being Queen means being naked, and I like them both. It's like the best of both worlds! And you know, clothing is such a hassle most of the time, right? So then they tell me that all I can wear is jewelry, which is like, hello! I can totally handle that! And the best part of jewelry is that you can't really outgrow it, right? Which is good since I know I'd have had to buy bigger bras a while ago. Speaking of which, what do you think about my ... boobs , my jugs, my ta-tas ... I don't know, I just haven't found the word which I feel really captures the reality of my breasts yet, y'know? I mean, 'tits', *pfft*. 'Boobs', every girl has 'boobs'. 'Jugs' kinda works, doesn't it?" Megan settled onto her lounge, carefully letting her 'jugs' roll to her sides and spread out on the lounge. "'Mutants' is kinda descriptive, right? Because, I mean, let's face it. I'm a bit of a mutant. But it's sooo negative, right? I don't know, what do you think I should call them?" she asked, thrusting them up so Cassidy could see them better.

Cassidy stared. She doubted she would ever get used to seeing Megan's boobs, naked all the time or not. With her slight, willowy figure, Megan was almost dwarfed by her own bosom.

"How about 'monsters'?" she offered.

Megan squealed with delight again. "Of course! My monsters! My mammoth monsters! I love it! Oh Cassidy, you're so clever! It's perfect! I mean, they're so big, they kinda scare people, right?" Megan laughed as she waggled her distended breasts at Cassidy as menacingly as she could muster. Cassidy apparently wasn't reacting to Megan's satisfaction so she changed the subject. "Hey, so I'm Queen now, right? Check this out," Megan giggled, "Um, Lana."

"Yes, my lady," Lana replied courteously.

"I think my monsters could use some lotion and a massage."

"At once, my lady."

Lana clapped her hands and immediately a pair of naked, younger women came trotting in with a pair of flasks and towels. Each of the girls took a breast and, after filling their hands with lotion from the flasks, began massaging it into Megan's full, yielding flesh. Megan moaned with pleasure as they worked, rolling her head back and forth.

"You have got to try this," Megan groaned, looking up briefly. She nodded to Lana who immediately clapped her hands again.

"No no!" Cassidy protested, "I don't think I really need a massage."

"Nonsense," Megan chided, "You'll love it, I promise."

Within minutes another pair of young women were flanking Cassidy and again her naked boobs were in the hands of strangers. The lotion was a little cold at first, but it quickly warmed up. It felt every bit as good as Megan had promised and soon, against her will, Cassidy let a moan escape her lips. Megan laughed.

"And if you think that feels good, you're gonna wish you could do this," she announced. Megan turned to Lana and nodded again. This time a pair of girls came out with buckets. The girls knelt before her and began tugging at her nipples. After a few tugs, milk started issuing forth, making Megan moan even louder.

"That's right girls ... milk my monsters!" Megan commanded. Cassidy watched in fascination as the girls tugged on Megan's erect nipples, squeezing stream after stream of milk from the big girl's udders. Megan's moaning got louder and louder. It was clear that she was getting off. She stroked the sides of her monster mamms, cooing and moaning until finally, with a loud moan, she came. Cassidy was doing all she could not to come herself. The breast massage felt amazing and watching Megan get off was almost overwhelming. But somehow she managed to hold on.

Megan basked in the afterglow for a bit as the girls continued to milk her. She was still stroking the sides of her pontoons when she looked up at Cassidy. "So yeah, I'm making milk too. I don't know why, really. I mean, I kinda do. I just loved my jugs so much, I was playing with my nips all the time, tugging on them and rolling them between my fingers. Well, one day I made a little milk, just like that. And it felt fantastic! I ended up buying a pump and milking myself all the time. As you can imagine, my boobs started getting even bigger the more I milked them! Which was great 'cause I wanted them bigger! In fact I still want them bigger! I want to be absolutely freakish! What do you think?"

Cassidy was speechless. Megan had unwittingly touched upon her most secret fantasy. A fantasy she'd buried and denied so completely and for so long, she barely recognized it at first. But realization rolled through her like thunder across the prairie. Megan's breasts, Megan's boobs, Megan's tits, her ta-tas, her monsters. Cassidy's eyes were transfixed upon her friend's immense mammary glands and all she could think of was what they would look like if they were bigger!

"Cassidy?" Megan probed.

Cassidy's mouth was dry. She swallowed and then finally found voice, "You want to be ... bigger? How ... how much ... bigger? I mean, how big is ... too ... big?"

"Oh honey," Megan laughed, "I don't think that there's any such thing as too big!"

Cassidy stared at her friend uncertainly. Megan continued to have the girls milk her, which appeared to be taking some time. Just as she was about to ask Megan how productive her breasts were, Lana reminded Megan of her afternoon appointments.

"My Lady," she began, "You are to attend an award ceremony, a ribbon cutting, an industrial visit and finally an exhibition measurement. We really must get going."

Megan grumbled a bit, then turned to Cassidy and smiled. "Oh well, I guess we can't stay here all day anyway. Would you care to tag along? Sometimes it's kinda fun."

Cassidy nodded, afraid to open her mouth for fear of saying something stupid or embarrassing. Megan dismissed the massage and milk maids then climbed to her feet. Her jugs looked visibly smaller as it was clear that she'd given quite a bit of milk. Before she could take a step, a Mammary Measurement Referee appeared at her side and began to take measurements. Cassidy was confused.

"I thought that the exhibition measurement wasn't until later," she stated.

"Oh, they measure my jugs all the time, especially after I give milk," Megan explained. She stood patiently with her hands on her hips. In a matter of minutes, the Referee was done.

"The Queen is a small E cup, but looks like a D cup," he announced. Lana looked at Megan reprovingly, to which Megan shrugged.

"They'll fill with milk again," she assured the older woman, "I'll just drink a lot on the way."

The three women, Megan, Cassidy and Lana, returned to the esplanade. Waiting there for them was what Cassidy guessed to be the Royal Carriage, a huge, ornate, open wagon drawn by four white horses. The women climbed in and as soon as she was seated, Megan lifted a large jug of what appeared to be milk and began guzzling. The carriage departed, carefully off the esplanade and out of the garden. The street that they came onto was a broad boulevard. The people upon the street were all dressed elegantly, with the exception of the occasional naked woman. None appeared to be hurried and Cassidy assumed that it must be a holiday. Megan finished the first jug and set to work on a second. The carriage threaded it's way from one boulevard to another until it came upon a large gate. Unlike all other stonework which Cassidy had seen up until then, this was without decoration. It's sterile columns supported a pair of plain, wrought iron gates, in the center of each was a disc. Cut into each of the discs was the silhouette of a cow. The carriage rolled through the open gate and soon the trio was in front of what appeared to be an enormous dairy.

There was a small crowd gathered and a red carpet immediately before them. Somehow Megan was finishing off a third jug of milk as the carriage came to a stop. With Lana and Cassidy in tow, Megan led the way, waving and smiling to the crowd, stopping occasionally to shake hands or to let someone squeeze one of her breasts, which were quite a bit fuller than when the three had started their trip. A low stage had been erected in front of the doors to the dairy and a podium set in it's center. Standing on the stage were a number of men in suites and white coats, clearly the people Megan was there to meet. Megan gracefully climbed the stage and made her way to the podium, shaking hands along the way. Cassidy came to the edge of the stage and stopped, partly because she just noticed the bulge of Megan's tummy (which had developed quite a bit), but mostly because she was unsure about getting onto a stage while naked. Lana nudged her and soon they, too, were upon the stage. There was clapping and a general, cheerful murmur through the crowd. Finally Megan stood at the podium and raised her hands for silence.

"We are here today," she explained, "to recognize the achievements of the Chestnut Research Dairy. For over eighteen years now your efforts have improved the way our nation produces milk, and on behalf of a grateful nation I thank you."

The crowd cheered wildly. Megan motioned for the Chief of Research for the dairy to come forward. As he did, Lana slipped a plaque into Megan's hands which she in turn gave to the fellow. The crowd cheered louder. After the brief speech by Megan on the merits of milk, they left the crowd and the Chief led Megan and the women on a tour of the facility. They were led through many rooms, moving from pasteurizing improvement studies to breeding studies. The Chief droned on and on, losing everyone's attention. As they walked, Cassidy found herself looking over at Megan, and at her boobs in particular. At first they looked merely full. A number of minutes later, Megan's boobs looked taut, and a little bigger than before. Her belly also had changed, looking a bit flatter. Just as they were moving on to the milk-pump research part of the facility, Cassidy noticed Megan tenderly touching the sides of her boobs and moaning softly. Cassidy stepped around so she could get a better look and quickly figured out why. Megan's jugs were huge with milk, significantly larger than when Cassidy had first seen them.

"Are you okay Megan?" Cassidy asked, trying to be quiet. Megan nodded weakly, continuing to stroke the sides of her tanks. The Chief began again, this time detailing the new pumping system which they had recently invented.

" ... and the suckling action has a patented rhythm which, studies have shown, actually increases milk production. This is because calves actually ... "

Just then Megan moaned loudly and gripped the sides of her boobs. Lana rushed to her side, as did Cassidy. Megan closed her eyes and slid her hands forward to find her nipples, which were already leaking milk. "Oh! I'm sorry ... my boobs ... they're so tight ... they're so ... so full! " she panted, "I need to get milked! ... please ... hook my tits up to your pump ... "

The Chief looked at the pump and then at Megan. "Are you sure, my Queen? This is industrial strength ... and it's for cows ..."

Megan glared at him and he moved quickly. The Chief turned the pump on and handed the clear plastic suction cups to Lana who immediately attached them to Megan. Milk seemed to pour out of Megan's nipples and she sighed with relief. Her taut skin gradually softened as her load was drawn down. As the Chief had explained, the rhythm of the pump was somewhat odd, but it was clear that Megan enjoyed it very much. She put her hands on her hips and lifted her jugs up, smiling.

"Do you have a portable version, Chief?" she grinned. The Chief shrugged and explained that they only had the one, but could make a portable version relatively quickly. As he was explaining, a curious expression washed over Megan's face. She paused and thought for a bit, stroked the side of one of her jugs and then breathed, "oh my."

"What is it, my Lady," Lana coaxed.

"The pump really works," Megan marveled. She turned and presented her engorged bosom to everyone present, explaining, "I can feel my boobs growing ... growing ...  even bigger!"

All eyes turned to Megan's Queen-sized chest. There didn't appear to be any more milk coming from her nipples, so the Chief removed the cups. Free of obstruction, all could see Megan's sagging sacks slowly filling, returning to full. And then beyond. Megan's breathing was getting faster as her jugs got fatter and fatter, sending tense ripples through her turgid flesh. Cassidy thought she could hear the sound of Megan's skin stretching and was amazed to discover that she actually see her friend's areola growing larger.

After a couple of minutes Megan's breathing returned to normal. Megan stood facing them, a proud smile on her face, her hands still on her hips, her immense breasts thrust forward. No one spoke a word, they simply stared in awe at her bosom. The Chief was the first to move, taking a step forward and lifting one of Megan's boobs appreciatively. "... marvelous ... " was all he managed to say. A Referee was called and Megan submitted, quite willingly, to an inspection. People from the facility began floating into the room as the news traveled. Within minutes the Referee made his announcement.

"Queen Megan's new measurement is ... " he began before stopping to relish a pause. Cassidy heard several people inhaling in anticipation. "a G cup, but they look like I's!"

There was cheering and clapping. Megan smiled and waved appreciatively, even blowing a couple kisses before putting her hands back on her hips and arching her back, turning slowly from side to side to give everyone a good look at her new assets. And she had a lot for people to look at. Although firmly packed in visibly tight skin, Megan's new jugs hung a bit lower, covering the top third of her stomach, and jutted forward a bit more as well. Cassidy was surprised to see how much more of Megan's side-swell was visible from behind. Her areolae were surprisingly wider as well and they had become more elliptical, a fact which, combined with her increased side-swell, suggested to Cassidy that Megan's boobs had grown disproportionately wider. Looking at her from the front confirmed it. Megan's jugs looked wider than her shoulders.

The commotion carried on for awhile. Numerous people came up to Megan and inspected her breasts, hefting them, holding their hands against her areola and tweaking her nipples. Megan endured them all good-naturedly, standing patiently like some kind of county fair exhibit. A very proud county fair exhibit.

After some time, Lana made it clear that they were going to be late for their next event. Megan graciously made her way out of the crowd, though it was difficult to tell who was sorrier she was leaving, them or her. Once separated and in the carriage, Megan had Lana hand her another jug of milk.

"I probably shouldn't," she smiled as she patted the side of one of her pontoons, "but after being good, I think I deserve a treat." Without another word Megan popped the top and began to chug. In less than a minute, the two gallon container was empty. Megan burped then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she returned the container to Lana. As they bumped along on down the road, Megan looked down at her bosom, watching her boobs bounce and wiggle. After a while she turned to Cassidy.

"Hey, I'm sorry. You didn't get a chance to feel me up yet, did you?" Megan worried aloud. She turned to face her diminutive friend, thrusting her tits forward. "Here, check them out."

Cassidy was speechless, torn three ways between that which she had considered 'nice' and normal, the need to be normal where she was, and the feverish desire to grope Megan's jugs. She wasn't sure if she could remain in control, but raised her hands anyway. Gently she stroked her friend's firm flesh, running her fingertips first along the outside of Megan's monsters, then back, then slowly drawing them underneath, cupping and lifting. Cassidy bounced the heavy sacks in her hands a couple times before gently lowering them. Again she ran her fingers along Megan's skin, tracing the edges of Megan's areola, slowly, patiently, watching in wonder as they crinkled up and her nipples became erect. Cassidy slid her fingers across their bumpy surface, drawing them forward to Megan's erect nipples, which she tugged, eliciting a squeal from Megan.

"Oh my," Megan breathed, "I'm filling ... up ... with milk ... again ..."

Cassidy lifted the big girl's boobs and sure enough, she could feel them getting heavier and fuller. Again she thought she could hear Megan's skin stretching. As Cassidy held and watched, Megan moaned and then groaned, and then began to squirm. She reached out to Lana.

"I need the lotion Lana, quick!"

Cassidy released her hold on Megan's tits and backed away. Lana reached into her bag and pulled out a large tube with a label Cassidy didn't recognize. It simply said 'Sag'. Lana popped the cap and poured a large amount of lotion across Megan's cleavage, which Megan began to massage into her skin feverishly. Megan's eyes were closed and she was biting her lip as she slid her oily hands all over her jugs. Cassidy watched, entranced, as Megan's areola and nipples slipped in and out of view, shinny with lotion. She eagerly waited to see how much larger Megan was going to get. After a number of minutes, she found out.

Megan's feverish rubbing slowed and finally she opened her eyes. She sighed, looked at Cassidy and smiled, wearily. Without a word she slid her hands under her bosom and lifted it up to get a better look. Megan chuckled. She'd grown visibly larger. Cassidy couldn't gauge how much and was looking forward to the next measurement. She could hear milk sloshing around inside her friend's whoppers as they jostled along in the carriage, which she took to be evidence that Megan's lotion helped ease some of her firmness.

Soon the carriage came to a stop at one end of what appeared to be a very long red carpet, flanked on both sides by a very large and very loud crowd. There was a building at the opposite end, some distance away, but Cassidy couldn't make out what it was. The three debarked and began walking down the carpet. Megan moved in slow, purposeful steps, deliberately giving her jugs an extra bounce. The crowd loved it. They neared the end of the carpet and Cassidy could see a long, red ribbon drawn across the doorway of a very modern looking building. The sign above the door simply said "Boob Check". It made little sense to Cassidy, but she didn't have a lot of time to think about it. As they drew near she could see a woman in a white lab coat holding an enormous pair of scissors, which she handed to Megan as soon as she bounced close enough. The crowd cheered even louder and Megan had to hold her hand up high for awhile before they calmed down.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she began, "but mostly ladies. We are gathered here today to witness the dawn of a new era of mammary health. The Boob Check clinic will revolutionize mammograms as we know them, making the process less painful, more accurate and more timely." With that she cut the ribbon in two and again the crowd roared. Megan handed the scissors back to the woman in the white coat, who in turn handed them to another before offering to take Megan on a tour of the facility. Megan graciously accepted.

The entryway and waiting room were clean, warm and modern. The little tour group didn't spend much time there, rather they made their way to one of the screening rooms. The white coated woman explained the equipment presented before them. It was apparently designed to examine both breasts at once. When Megan heard that, she scoffed a bit as she appraised it's size.

"That's barely big enough to do one of these," she emphasized, hefting one of her tits in her hands and testing it's weight, "let alone both of them."

"With all do respect, your Highness," the woman rebutted, "I believe this machine can handle even a woman of your largess. In fact, I would be honored if you were to be our first patient."

Megan accepted and walked up to the machine. Soon she discovered why the technician felt even the Queen's mighty bosom could be tested effectively by the device. The plates were adjustable. The technician pulled out the largest plate available in the room and held it up to Megan's mammary. She shook her head and then sent another tech off to get a set of larger plates. Within minutes the machine was ready to go with two pairs of plates which literally looked like restaurant serving platters.

The technician moved Megan into place, lifting and then laying her boobs onto the plates. She turned and moved to a control panel set into a table a couple of steps away. After making some adjustments she engaged the device. With a great hiss the pair of top plates began to descend towards the pair of bottom plates. Moments after it began, Megan's substantial rack began to get smooshed between the closing plates. At first she was fine and Cassidy thought she actually heard an appreciative moan escape her lips. But as seconds passed, the plates didn't appear to be slowing their descent. After a bit, Megan grunted uncomfortably. Then she groaned. Then she yelped, alarmed. And Cassidy could see why. The plates were continuing to compress and the big girl's boobs were flattening more and more. The technician abruptly hit the cancel button, but nothing happened. The plates continued to flatten poor Megan's mammary glands. Megan whimpered as her jugs got flatter and flatter. The tech was pounding furiously on the control panel, desperate to stop the compression, but to no avail. Soon Cassidy could see milk streaming off of the bottom plates as it was squeezed out of Megan. Megan had begun hissing and pounding on the machine herself. The technician was underneath the console, pulling wires free, but still the pressure continued.

Finally, just as Megan was starting to squeal in pain, there came a hiss of air and the machine stopped compressing. All of the women were silent, staring at the device. The plates were less than an inch apart. Cassidy walked forward in wonder to have a look. Megan's jugs had been squashed so thin, they could be seen around the entire perimeter of the plates. Her nipples poked out from the far end, three feet away from Megan.

Megan was whimpering softly. The technician continued working underneath the console, talking to herself. Suddenly a sound came from the machine making Megan yelp, and then the plates began to separate. Soon they were far enough apart that everyone could see Megan's breasts, and they collectively gasped. Her boobs had remained flat, looking like a fleshy pair of novelty pancakes. They were huge! Megan gently stepped backward and pulled them off their supporting plates. They flopped down, laying against her body like a giant pair of deflated party balloons. Her entire stomach was hidden. Her flat tits wrapped around her sides a bit as well. Megan slid her hands underneath them and lifted. The super-saggy flesh hung over her hands like table clothes.

"It must have been the lotion," Megan guessed, "Lana, we have an industrial visit and a measuring. What are we going to do?"

"I have an idea, but we have to hurry," Lana assured Megan. She turned to the technician and instructed, "Quick, have our carriage brought to the nearest exit!"

The technician disappeared and the three women made their way through the facility as quickly as they could with Megan's huge, flat sacks fluttering and flopping as the trotted. Soon they came to a side entrance and their waiting carriage. They climbed in and sat down with Lana and Cassidy facing Megan on the back seat. Lana pulled out a pair of two gallon milk jugs and handed them to Megan. Megan knew Lana's plan immediately and popped the cap on the first of many milk jugs as the carriage trotted out, into and down the street.

Megan drank gallon after gallon of milk as they headed to their second to last appointment of the day. Just as the girls had assumed, the milk was filling her sacks, and quickly. When the carriage pulled up to the building for their visit, Megan was just finishing her eighth two gallon jug, and the sight of her own milk jugs was breathtaking. Megan's monsters overflowed her lap, piling atop her thighs and rolling to the seat cushions on either side.

Megan looked down at her chest and touched her breasts tentatively, shocked by what she had become. She squeezed her mammoth sacks together, creating both several feet of cleavage and a sloshing sound. She looked up at Lana and Cassidy with an awe-struck look upon her face. "Oh my god ... look at me ... I'm gigantic!"

Although she couldn't quite tell if Megan was pleased that she had beach-ball-sized boobs, Cassidy herself was definitely pleased. She could feel her own wetness soaking the cushions beneath her. She watched Megan exploring her expansive glands, sliding her hands all around them, gauging their immensity. With an effort the enormous girl managed to reach around them and lace her fingers together, filling her arms with her fantastically fulsome jugs. She leaned forward, nestling her chin in her cleavage and smiled at the other two women, clearly delighted with her new largess. Megan's delight barely registered with Cassidy. She was too busy marveling that each of Megan's areola were broader than her face and her nipples appeared to be the size of short carrots.

"Oh Lana, I totally love them ... but I think they might be too big. I mean, I don't know if I can walk," Megan pouted, "I think I need to skip this site visit."

"You know the rules Megan," Lana warned, "If you cannot perform your Queenly duties, you cannot be Queen."

Megan sighed, "Alright, I'll try. But you two will probably have to get out first."

Lana and Cassidy did as they were bade, carefully climbing out of the carriage. As with the previous stops, there was a red carpet waiting for them. Unlike the previous visits, there was no crowd. Only a young woman with thick glasses in a white coat and a handful of other women who were wearing various pieces of spandex workout clothing. Some wore only a bra. Some wore only a pair of shorts. Some wore both and more than a few wore neither . Almost immediately the woman with the glasses approached Cassidy.

"Your Highness," she began, taking Cassidy's hand awkwardly, "My name is Evette. I'm the head of research and development here at Advanced Fitness and might I say what a pleasure and an honor it is to have you ... "

"I'm not the Queen," Cassidy interrupted. Evette slowly stopped shaking her hand. She adjusted her glasses and leaned in, squinting, to get a better look at Cassidy's bosom. Cassidy reflexively thrust it out, although she certainly wasn't vying for attention.

"I see," Evette finally agreed, "Well, if you're not the Queen, where is she?"

The carriage sank a bit and the springs squeaked. "Right here," Megan grunted. A gasp came from most of the gathered women, Cassidy and Lana included. Megan stood before them as best she could, somehow baring before her the biggest breasts any of them had ever even dreamed about. If they had dominated her figure before, they overwhelmed it now, hanging halfway down her thighs and spreading several inches wider than her shoulders on both sides. Viewed from their angle, it was difficult for any of the women to gauge precisely how far Megan's boobs thrust in front of her, but it was clear that it was a substantial amount.

Megan allowed herself to be gazed upon for a bit before making her way out of the carriage. Each of her steps, although small, made the carriage creak and sway and brought forth a sloshing sound from within her tanks. Fortunately they weighed enough now that they were not easily upset. It was taking all of Megan's effort just to move them, let alone control them. She shuffled to the steps, paused, and then quickly put her hands upon the edge of the carriage doorway. In so doing she revealed that her hands had been on her hips, not for show but out of necessity. Megan locked her arms and rested a bit, allowing her jugs to hang. They filled the broad doorway of the carriage. Soon she took her first step down and then another. Lana and Cassidy offered her their hands and she took them gratefully. Each step, though down, was clearly a great effort. Once she reached the ground, Megan's legs were trembling.

"I just need," she gasped, "to take ... a breather ... "

She sat heavily upon the bottom step. Again the carriage leaned and creaked as she did. Megan's hands fumbled for a place to rest her hands, but since her lap was completely occupied, she could only lace her fingers together over her cleavage. As she sat the crowd gathered around to get a better look. Cassidy and Lana both drank in her image now as well. It had been one thing to see Megan when her excessive breast flesh rested upon the bench seats. But here, seated upon the bottom rung of a carriage ladder, Megan's pontoons hung freely, unsupported. They flanked her hips and eventually rolled off her thighs so that Megan's knees were pushed together. When they did, all could see what a strain the weight of Megan's breasts were causing Megan. She grunted as she reigned back and struggled to her feet, her hands immediately placed firmly in the small of her back.

As she stood, Evette approached her, extending a hand. "It's such a pleasure to meet you, my Queen!" she exclaimed. Megan was at a loss, unable to reach and so she rotated a bit until her nipple was squarely in the path of Evette's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Ms. Magee," Megan agreed. Evette took Megan's nipple in hand and shook it vigorously, remarking quietly on what a strange hand she had.

The two then made their way inside, Evette leading the way, chirping on about the various fitness products of her company. Megan struggled to keep up, shuffling along as best she could. The movement was making her gazongas slosh and splash, louder and louder, until she sounded like an unbalanced washing machine. Finally Evette commented on it.

"Pardon me, my Queen, but are you carrying a couple jugs of water?"

In spite of herself, Megan laughed, "No, no, not at all! I just have a lot of milk in my breasts. Quite frankly it's killing my back."

Evette perked up. "In that case my Lady, please allow me to show you our latest product. I think you'll find that it helps you back tremendously!" Evette scampered along suddenly, clearly excited, while Megan continued to struggle. Fortunately Evette's demonstration piece was only a short distance up the hall they were in. Evette disappeared through a narrow doorway and called out to Megan, "Right in here, my Queen!"

Megan reached the doorway and immediately discovered that her breasts were too wide for her to walk straight through. Carefully she shuffled to an angle and slipped each of her boobs through, one at a time. Lana and Cassidy followed, as did the gaggle of women in spandex. Inside the room was a simple bench to which Evette was beckoning Megan.

"Please, lay down here on your stomach and I'm sure we can help your back."

Megan looked at the bench skeptically. She looked at Lana, Cassidy and the rest of the girls pleadingly, and immediately they all came to her assistance. The spandex-clad girls heaved her boobs into the air, grunting as they did. Each of Megan's boobs required two girls to carry as they positioned her over the bench. At a word from Megan they began to lower her jugs toward the floor on either side of the bench. Megan bent over as well, but her boobs hit the floor well before her sternum hit the bench. Shrugging, she continued to bend and lay bodily upon her milk sacks. As soon as Megan was prone, Evette pulled a pair of devices from a nearby table and approached.

"First ... ," she began, then noticed Megan's body angle. She couldn't lay flat and instead lay upon the bench with her back bent. "Hmmmm ... are you comfortable? If not, I can get the girls to remove these pillows," Evette offered as she patted Megan's tit. The girls giggled and so did Megan.

"That's quite alright," Megan explained, "Please, continue."

"Very good. Well, first, I'll use the Magic Wand," Evette raised a large, microphone-looking device up so everyone could see it, "to ease the pain in your back."

Evette pressed a button on the device and it hummed to life. With a surprising deftness the lab-coat-clad woman worked the vibrating head into Megan's sore flesh, beginning with the nape of her neck and slowing working down.  Megan sighed in relief as her shoulders were worked thoroughly, followed shortly thereafter by her mid-lumbar.  As Evette continued along Megan's back it was obvious all gathered that Megan was getting more than relief from pain.  She squirmed and moaned as Evette got closer and closer to her bottom.  Evette arrived at her buttocks and slid along their rounded top edge making Megan shudder and then plead for her to move further down.  Cassidy watched with rapt attention as Megan directed Evette between her cheeks and then lower.  Evette did as she was bade, completely oblivious even though obviously confused, a confusion which Megan's screaming orgasm did little to clear.  After some seconds passed Megan signaled her to stop.

"There," Evette announced, "how do you feel now?"

From behind closed eyes Megan murmured, "... fantastic ..."

"Excellent. Now that your back is feeling better we can use the QuickPax."

"What's that? Is it safe?" Cassidy asked, a little concerned that her friend was again about to become a test subject.

"Oh heavens yes it's safe," Evette explained as she exchanged the Magic Wand for what looked like a sander or some kind of car buffer. "it's been thoroughly tested. The way it works is by speeding the healing process. As you probably know, our muscles get stronger after we damage them slightly. It's when they heal that they build, a little more than before. Normally it takes a couple days for a person's muscles to heal after a workout, but with QuickPax, it's instantaneous."

Evette placed the QuickPax device on the small of Megan's back and turned it on. A low humming could be heard and Megan immediately moaned appreciatively. Evette ran the device around in circles across the whole of her back for awhile as Megan continued to coo.

"Now," Evette explained, "even though the Queen's breasts are giving her back pains, we are going to want to do more than just her back. I'm going to start down here are her calves ..." Megan groaned, " ... up to her thighs ... " Megan moaned louder, " ... and finally her buttocks. But watch them as I do this ... ", Evette urged.

All of the girls gathered around and watched as Evette began to apply the QuickPax to Megan's buttocks. Megan's moaning and groaning increased, letting everyone know she was well on her way to another orgasm. Cassidy felt her own libido firing up as well, but when she saw what was happening to Megan's ass, she couldn't help herself from having a quiet, little orgasm of her own. Megan's bottom was getting bigger! There were gasps from a couple of the girls but they were barely audible over Megan as she gave voice to her pleasure, writhing and jerking upon the bench. Her butt continued to grow bigger and bigger, adding to her frenzy. Just as it appeared that her growth was over, she tensed bodily, flexing her buttocks in particular. Immediately they began to grow anew, sending Megan spiraling again. After a number of minutes, and several orgasms for everyone, Evette removed the QuickPax and turned it off. Megan's ass had become fantastically huge, not only rounder, but broader as well. "Now your Majesty, you should find yourself better situated."

Megan took a few moments to collect herself then spread her legs and draped them on either side of the bench. She placed her hands on the bench in front of her face and pushed up, rolling on her crotch and settling onto her (now enormous) buttocks. She flashed a sleepy smile to the gather girls, stretched her arms above her head then patted her tits contentedly. Megan brushed her blond hair back out of her face and placed her hands on her thighs. With a little grunt she reared back, lifting her jugs off the ground and got to her feet. It was clearly much easier for her to stand. She put her hands on the sides of her tanks and stroked up and down.

"Well girls," she smiled, "what do you think?"

Cassidy was agog and Lana was speechless. The rest of the girls were also without comment. Megan stood before them, strong and proud, leaning back slightly. Her bosom hadn't changed size, but with Megan lifting it high it looked even more amazing. Her sacks still hung down and touched her thighs, but she didn't appear to be overwhelmed anymore. The most amazing was the size of her buttocks. They were flexed as she stood and their rounded, perfectly shaped forms were the size of cantaloupes. Megan slapped them appreciatively.

"Thank you so much Evette! Your invention is a miracle! I may need to come back here to borrow it again if I have another growth spurt," Megan laughed as she thrust her breast-sacks out further. Evette, who had been leaned over to put the QuickPax away, turned and suddenly found herself face to nipple with one of Megan's massive areola. She adjusted her glasses and squinted. She reached out and poked Megan's tit with a curious finger. Megan giggled.

"Hey, that tickles!"

Evette grasped both sides of Megan's boob and stepped back to hold it at arms' length. Then she leaned back in, her brow furrowed. She tried lifting the meaty mam, but all she managed to do was sink her hands deep into Megan's yielding flesh. Suddenly Evette gasped as it dawned on her what she was looking at.

"Oh my God!" she cried, "my Queen! You're breasts! They're ... they're ... "

"Freakishly large?" Megan offered. Evette nodded numbly. Megan grinned, "Yes, I know. To be honest I wasn't sure I was going to like having a pair of whales for tits at first. But you could say they've grown on me."

Evette remained speechless and Megan sighed. "Say, do you have a spare QuickPax I could borrow?"

"My Queen, you can have this one. I think you're going to need it," Evette decided as she handed it over. Megan took it from her and handed it to Lana who quietly put it in her bag.

Megan led the way out of the athletic equipment manufacturer's, moving with a new confidence and strength. She still wallowed along as her sacks bounced off her thighs. The sound of milk washing back and forth within her tanks was dramatic and they girls had to raise their voice to be heard.

"Damn I'm amazing," Megan giggled, "I mean, look, my tits are almost half of me!"

Lana nodded in accord, "Naturally you'll require an Advanced McCormick Mammary Measurement."

"What's that?" Cassidy asked Lana quietly.

"After a certain point," Lana explained, "cup sizes don't make much sense. Usually this occurs sometime after the boobs in question cover the woman's navel. Until then her boobs are described in band and cup size. After than they are given a point value, also know as 'Boob Points' or BP. This point value is derived using a normal curve, with the median value being arbitrarily set at one hundred and set equivalent to a thirty four B cup woman of mesomorphic build and a height of five foot six inches."

"So any girl can be measured using the Advance method?"

"Yes, but it's usually not used because it's not as descriptive. For instance, would you rather be a 34 E cup or a 197 pointer?"

"I guess the E cup," Cassidy agreed, "So the bigger a girl's boobs are, the more points they get?"

"Yes and no. As you know, the basic system measures not only band and cup, but also what cup a girl's boob look like. The advanced system only awards points for appearance. Points are added and subtracted for breast size relative to the rest of the girl's body," Lana summarized,

"So if a girl had huge boobs but also had a huge gut ... ?" Cassidy prompted.

"Yes, that could have a negative impact on a girls BP," Lana agreed, "But not always. Obviously if a girl is pregnant it wouldn't be fair to reduce her BP. As a matter of fact, she actually gets a small bonus. It's one of the unusual factors which affect BP. There are others. For instance, a girl can have huge boobs, but lose a lot of points if she has narrow hips."

"But wouldn't narrow hips make a girls boob look bigger?" Cassidy argued, "Wait a second ... narrow hips bad, pregnant belly good? Is this about breeding?"

Just then Megan spoke, "I can hardly wait to get these girls milked, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to just drink it all again. Otherwise I'll just have a giant pair of pancakes."

"I'm certain you'll grow into them, my Queen," Lana assured.

Megan came to a pair of double doors and banged them open with her jugs, leading them outside and to the waiting carriage. She climbed in without a problem and situated herself on the back bench. Lana and Cassidy sat opposite and as soon as the door was closed the carriage took off. As it turned out they were surprisingly close to the final event of the day. They went only a couple of blocks before the carriage turned up a long, tree-lined boulevard and slowed down. Lining the sides were hundreds of people who waved and cheered as they ambled past. Megan waved back, beaming.

After some time the carriage came to a high stage set in the middle of a large, open park. The field before the stage was packed with people as well. The buzz of the crowd became more cheering as the carriage came to a stop at the bottom of the stage stairs. As before, Megan had Lana and Cassidy get out first, prompting the crowd to cheer louder. But when Megan climbed to her feet in the back seat and exited the carriage, the crowd became unusually quiet, speaking in whispers of disbelief. Megan took the lead, sloshing and swaying her way up the stairs. She reached the stage and the crowd was still in shocked silence, so she made her way to the center, spread her legs, put her hands on her buttocks, raised her monstrous glands even higher and wobbled them at the crowd. Suddenly they went wild.

Content that her was getting the right amount of attention, Megan turned and walked to a waiting Referee. The fellow was still a bit shocked, though he came out of it when Megan nudged him with one of her giant boobs. Swiftly he went into action, measuring Megan's jugs along with the rest of her. After a couple minutes of tracing through his charts, he approached a nearby microphone.

"Queen Megan, on her third anniversary as Queen," he began, "has set yet another record. Her BP score on this day is three hundred and ten!"

Again, the crowd went wild. Whistles and squeals of delight filled the air. The noise was deafening. Megan raised her hands above her head, waving. Then, while holding her arms straight out she strutted across the stage in a somewhat less than regal display, deliberately bouncing her jugs off her thighs as she did. The crowd managed to get even louder. Megan entertained them for awhile and then finally returned to where Cassidy and Lana were standing. "C'mon. Let's go home."

As the carriage pulled up to the Queen's Palace, Cassidy was struck by how open it appeared to be. Most of the walls were Plexiglas and she thought she could see through to the backyard. Not only that, it looked like there was a tour going on. Megan seemed to sense her unasked question and explained.

"Because I'm Queen, I'm on display all the time. Isn't it wonderful!" she beamed. Cassidy wasn't too sure. As they entered, Megan had Lana pick up a box which was sitting on the floor near the door and show her the return address. Her face brightened and she squealed with delight. "It's from the Dairy! Oh my God! What if it's the pump!" Lana opened the box and sure enough, there was a pump and a letter. It read:

Your Majesty,
Enclosed please find a version of the pump you used today.
My technicians were honored by your interest and have made some improvements.
Your humble servant,
Chief Chestnut
Chestnut Research Dairy

Megan literally jumped for joy, making her jugs slosh and wobble mightily. "Hook me up! Hook me up!" she cried. Lana led her into the kitchen, plugged the pump in and turned it on. She turned to face Megan who proffered her enormous jugs. "This is going to be so cool! I get to get milked and ... " as the suction cups attached to her nipples she yelled, "Grow bigger!

Megan's yelling attracted the attention of the tour group who quickly joined them in the kitchen. Upon seeing a new audience, Megan had Lana clear the island in the middle of the kitchen and tossed her jugs up onto it so everyone could see them clearly. They washed back and forth on the counter-top as her milk load shifted. Megan stood on proud display, her legs spread, hands on her hips, her eyes closed as she relished her milking.

Cassidy circled around her friend to see the suction cups. As before, milk was flowing heavily from Megan's udders, and the suckling rhythm was unusual. Lana had the hoses draining into two gallon jugs on the floor and was tending them as they filled. She could see Megan's boobs becoming softer and smaller, gradually folding over the edge of the counter-top. Cassidy continued to walk around, watching Megan's breasts wobble as the suckling rhythm vibrated through them. When she'd came back around to where Megan was standing, she discovered that Megan had begun to masturbate, oblivious of the crowd. Cassidy again felt herself becoming turned on and quickly returned to Megan's nipples for fear of having an orgasm herself.

It lasted a number of minutes, and a few orgasms, but eventually Megan jugs were drained. As she'd predicted, they lay flatly on the island counter, drooping off of her chest. She'd filled eight two gallon jugs and then a ninth before she finished. The crowd was whispering worriedly when Megan began to moan.

"Oh God! Here it comes! I'm growing again!"

Sure enough she was. All watched as her pancake tits pulsed and swelled, filling in small bursts. Megan stroked and pushed on them, willing them to grow larger faster. In less time than it took to drain them, Megan's jugs had regained their impressive bulk, and then continued to grow. Megan moaned and leaned into them, hugging as much of her colossal chest as she could, but failing to even reach the edges of her superhuman areola. The gathered crowd oo'ed and aw'ed as her monsters gained pound after pound right in front of them. They could see her skin becoming tighter and tighter as Megan's chest balloons became blimps. Megan's eyes were closed tightly and her head thrown back, still reaching for the tips of her tits and failing more and more as they expanded. She moaned and slapped their sides, in the throes of a seemingly interminable orgasm.

Finally it appeared to end. Megan stopped moaning and collpased, hanging limply from the ends of what had become mountainous mammary glands. They covered the entire island and hung over it substantially on either end. No one present could speak. Cassidy's mouth was dry and her crotch was soaked. Megan had become unreal! Finally Megan roused and climbed to her feet. Even standing up she couldn't see over the tops of her jugs.

"Wow ... can anyone tell me how big I've become?" she asked quietly. No one so much as made a peep. She sighed, "Okay, well I guess I can pull my girls here off the counter and have a look for myself."

Megan reared back, grunting, and pulled on her pontoons. Even with her enormous buttocks her breasts only slid a couple inches before she stopped, panting. Taking a deep breath she heaved again, moving her monsters a couple inches closer to the edge. Finally, after taking another breath, Megan gave a mighty effort and pulled her 'girls' free of the counter. They fell to the floor thunderously, dragging her over with them. Megan laid upon her titanic breasts, staring wide-eyed, her arms spread eagle, ass high in the air.

"Wow ... ," she breathed, "I can't lift my tits ... Lana?

Lana fumbled in her bag for the QuickPax and plugged it. "You've got to flex now your Majesty. Try to lift your boobs off the floor."

Megan grunted and groaned, trying to get her boobs up. Lana massaged her back, legs and ass as she did. Each time she returned to do Megan's ass, it grew visibly larger. Finally, after numerous passes with the QuickPax, Megan wailed and lifted her milk-sacks in to the air. As she did, all present gasped except for Lana who continued to work on her (increasingly colossal) backside.

Megan stood uncertainly, her knees locked and her back arched, as the crowd drank her in. Her breasts, when viewed hanging from her figure, were even more shockingly large. The monstrous vessels jutted in front of her several feet, coming to blunt points somewhere around her waist-level before diving lower and tucking back in towards her legs. Cassidy leaned over and looked underneath Megan's vast shelf of boob. She could barely make out the giant girl's knees. Megan's colossal chest was dramatically wider than her shoulders now, the side-swell of her jugs now accounting for two thirds of her overall width. Her areola were literally bigger than man-hole covers. She no longer seemed human.

"Well," Megan asked, grunting a little, "how you like me now?"

All Cassidy could do was nod. As before, the gathered crowd inspected her new jugs, poking and prodding. Megan endured them willingly enough, but it seemed to Cassidy that the big girl wasn't as enthused as she'd been before, in spite of the fact that she'd become inhumanly big. Even though Megan seemed a little troubled, her exhibitionist tendencies took over and she echoed the awe of the audience as she fondled her spectacular breasts appraisingly. It was difficult for Cassidy to believe that Megan's gasp and look of surprise was an act when she discovered that her nipples were only just barely within her reach. After a bit Megan had Lana stop working behind her and instead focus on the bases of her boobs. She did for awhile, but then Megan had her stop that as well.

When the tour group finally left, Megan asked Cassidy if she'd like to spend the night. Cassidy agreed readily, anxious to be alone with her friend. Megan dismissed Lana and the two made their way to Megan's bedroom. Megan shuffled very slowly, trying hard not to upset her jugs, her nipples very firmly within her fists. Occasionally she winced. Cassidy started to become alarmed, but when she asked if everything was alright, Megan said she'd explain everything in the bedroom. It took some time, particularly to navigate the stairs, before they arrived. The walls of Megan's bedroom, like the rest of the house, were of clear Plexiglas, but because it was upstairs it seemed a little more private. Megan closed the doors then turned to Cassidy and cried, "Oh Cass, what am I going to do!"

Cassidy was dumbfounded. "What do you mean? You're boobs are ... amazing! I thought that you wanted to have gigantic jugs."

"I did," Megan agreed, "And I do. It feels so good having gazongas this big ... they feel so immense ... and knowing I can't reach anything in front of me because my boobs are too big ... it's just so, y'know, incredible!  I mean, I can feel that I'm bigger than an easy chair and it's almost all boob. But I think I've actually become too big! I can't grow any bigger!"

"Sure you can," Cassidy argued, anxious to see her friend get even more freakish, "all you have to do is use the QuickPax and the milk pump, right?"

"You don't understand," Megan moaned as she pointed to the bases of her tits, "here, right here. I can't support anything bigger. After standing for a little bit my jugs feel like they're going to pull right off of my chest!"

Cassidy finally understood what Megan was talking about and felt a sorrow of her own. Megan was indeed as big as she was going to get. While Cassidy thought her friend's figure was an extreme turn-on, the growth had been what had excited both of them the most. She tried to give Megan a reassuring hug but because of her jugs she eventually had to walk around and hug Megan from behind. Megan cried for a little bit as the two held each other as best they could. Suddenly Megan felt something wet on her basketball-sized buttock. She turned around and looked down, discovering that Cassidy was not only soaking, but pressing against her bottom. Cassidy was horrified when she realized what Megan had discovered and stammered to explain, but Megan cut her off.

"Oh Cass," she smiled, "I was hoping that you would be turned on. Why do you think I invited you to spend the night?"

"You mean ... you don't ...that is, you do ... you are ...?"

Megan cut her off by pulling away, rotating around and sliding Cassidy into her cleavage. Cassidy gasped in pleasure as she felt the enormous weight of her friend's breasts envelope her. Megan continued until she could hug Cassidy properly, kissing her friend, tentatively at first, then fervently and finally feverishly. The two girls reached between each other's legs and ministered their clits, moaning and rubbing as they did. Suddenly Megan stopped and pushed Cassidy away.

"I want to try something," she explained, "let me lay back on the bed."

Cassidy waited patiently as Megan shuffled backwards and lay down. Her tits piled high upon the bed, several feet above her. Megan spread them out a little bit and adjusted them so that her nipples were pointing straight up. Then she gestured for Cassidy to climb on top, pointing at her erect nipple.

"Think you can handle that?" she smiled sardonically. Cassidy looked and gulped. Megan's nipples, like the rest of her jugs, were enormous. They looked larger than any dildo she had ever dreamed about, but she was determined to give them a try. Carefully she climbed on top of Megan and straddled one of her tits. She trembled as she slipped Megan's erect nipple into her soaking crotch. Almost instantly she came, albeit only a small climax.  It passed quickly and left her flush, primed for more. 

Almost as though rehearsed, the two girls each had thundering orgasms simultaneously, Megan's spasming sending more shock waves through her boob which Cassidy rode expertly as she too enjoyed the throes of climax. When it was over Cassidy lay in Megan's cleavage, panting. Megan was panting as well, though still stroking the sides of her jugs. Her brow was furrowed, "Oh Cass, what are we going to do?" Megan moaned. "I want to grow bigger! And you want me to have bigger tits too, right?" Cassidy nodded. "But if I get any bigger then I won't be able to walk and then I won't be Queen anymore," she whimpered.

Changing Of The Guard

"No need for blushing dearie," Lana soothed, "I've been a Queen's servant for close to twenty years now. I've seen a lot.  Nothing quite like that, but a lot."

Cassidy still felt awkward, but nodded slightly.

"Now," Lana resumed, "We're going to need to get a lot of milk. We have Your Majesty's eighteen gallons downstairs which should work."

Cassidy and Megan looked at her curiously. Cassidy spoke first, "But Megan can't drink any more milk. Her tits will get too big for her to walk."

"Oh Queen Megan's not going to drink the milk," Lana laughed, "You are!"

"Me?!" Cassidy gasped, pointing at herself, "What do you mean?"

"Don't you remember? You're basal measurement is huge!' Lana gestured, opening her arms wide. "You could easily support a pair of tits as large as the Queen's ... even larger!"

"But ... but ... I'm not sure I want gigantic jugs like that for myself," Cassidy protested, "What am I going to do if my tits as big as hers?!" she whined, pointing at Megan.

"You are going to be Queen, that's what you're going to do," Lana assured her. Cassidy looked at her helplessly then turned to Megan who had sat up in bed. Megan shrugged and patted her chest, smiling.

"They feel really gooood," Megan argued, "Especially the growing." When it was clear that Cassidy wasn't convinced, she continued, "Think about it. If you become Queen, then you can make me grow as big as you want. I'll never say no. I promise. You can make me bigger.  And then bigger.  And then even bigger!"

Cassidy stared at Megan's huge boobs, piled on top of the bed, imaging them even bigger. She felt a sexual fervor welling up within her and gulped. She turned to Lana and asked, her voice trembling, "Is this true?"

Lana smiled reassuringly, "True enough. Megan will have some responsibilities even after handing over the crown, but nothing which would preclude her from growing even larger breasts. Or staying here while she does. As Queen you can do with her anything you would like."

Cassidy looked to Megan who climbed out of the bed and slipped the smaller girl into her cleavage again, nodding in concurrence. "Anything," was all she said. Cassidy looked back to Lana and sighed, nodding herself. The two girls hugged normally, or at least as normally as they could, for the last time. Then Cassidy and Lana got to work. They made several trips downstairs, retrieving the milk. Lana went downstairs to get the pump and had Cassidy fish in her bag for the QuickPax. When Lana returned, Cassidy sat on the edge of the bed. Megan lay upon her tits, piled on the floor across from Cassidy, anxious to see her friend's tits become as enormous as hers ... and then bigger.

"Ok," Cassidy announced, "I'm ready. Turn on the pump."

Lana did as she was bid. Cassidy put the cups to her tiny B cups. A thrill passed through her as they locked onto her nipples and suckled. She could feel an orgasm beginning already, her nipples tingling even though she wasn't making any milk. They let the machine go for awhile, bringing Cassidy to orgasm several times. Finally Lana turned it off and the three looked at Cassidy's bosom. Sure enough, within minutes they could see her tits begin to grow. Cassidy clutched at her chest, then dropped her hands back down to let her friends watch. Little by little, pulse by pulse, her tits became boobs, and then jugs. When they finally stopped, Lana assured her, "Those are at least D cups now, honey."

Cassidy was anxious to start the pump again, but the other two made her drink a couple gallons of Megan's milk. At first Cassidy was hesitant, but was amazed to discover how easily she was managing to drink. After finishing the first jug she stuck her hand out for a second. Lana and Megan exchanged glances, then with a shrug Lana handed her another. Cassidy chugged the second faster and easier than the first, then beckoned for a third. Cassidy swallowed the third faster than it could pour from the jug, crushing the jug as she sucked. Before Lana would hand her a fourth, the older woman pointed at Cassidy's belly. Even Megan gasped.

"Holy crap Cassidy! You're huge!" Megan exclaimed.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Cassidy grinned as she took two more jugs from Lana. It wasn't until Cassidy had swallowed twenty gallons that she felt she ought to stop. As she lowered the last, empty jug, the other women stared at her in disbelief. Grinning, Cassidy reached behind herself and lifted up the tube of 'Sag' for them to see. Megan and Lana laughed, then Lana cautioned.

"Honey, you better start rubbing that on your tits and quick!"

The sound of an enormous gurgle resonated through Cassidy's body and she grabbed her stomach. Suddenly her breasts began to expand anew.  The girls could all see her round D cup jewels, already large additions to her trim, young body, swelling to more and more impressive proportions.  Cassidy hardly needed further encouragement to give her bosom a liberal dose of 'Sag' which Lana jumped to help her massage into her skin.  The sensation of another woman's hands on her breasts was no longer foreign, instead it had become comfortable.  And then pleasant.  And eventually exciting.  Before too long Cassidy lowered her hands to her sides and reveled in Lana's attention, holding out her chest for more.  Lana didn't miss a beat. She filled both hands with lotion and worked them in expertly.

Cassidy felt herself getting dizzy with excitement, her gaze fuzzy, her awareness completely occupied by the feelings coming from her breasts.  She closed her eyes and focused on them. Their increasing weight was unlike anything she had ever even dreamed of and the diminishing feel of Lana's hands on her massive breasts echoed the amazing changes happening to her.  They felt so separate from her and yet so enormously part of her as well.  She marveled at the amount of time it was taking Lana to make a complete pass over her breasts and how far away she felt.  As the milk moved through her body from her belly to her boobs, Cassidy felt an energy and power pouring into her chest, building within, making her feel increasingly like a superwoman.  Soon a new kind of orgasm struck her, strong but not sharp, humming within her like electricity through a power station.  It seemed to last an eternity but eventually it ended.  After it did, through the fading haze, little by little, she could sense a new reality.  The most telling was the feeling of her boobs resting heavily upon her thighs, projecting all the way to her knees as she sat.

The three sat quietly for a moment and took in Cassidy's new shape. Cassidy held her hands against the sides of her jugs as the reality of her situation sank it. My boobs are filling my lap. My boobs are so big ... they fill my entire lap ... She was awash in sensation, lost between the tremendous feelings coming from her gigantic tits and the enormous impact of their size and weight on the rest of her body. Every tingle, every vibe, every stirring she'd ever felt about her bosom in the past, every time she'd ever felt inadequate or passed over or ignored because her boobs weren't large enough, every pang of jealousy, each moment of hopelessness, all of her frustrations of being a small-chested woman in a society which put big boobs on a pedestal, all these memories and feelings detonated, flashing, burning and disappearing like a nuclear explosion within her. Cassidy languished in the afterglow, relishing her new reality. She'd changed her body to an extreme degree. No haircut or piece of jewelry had ever remotely impacted her appearance as much. She'd become not simply a different person but a different creature altogether, more, much much more, than just a woman. She felt like more than a super woman. She felt like a goddess.

She reached forward experimentally, trying to wrap her arms around her bosom but only managed to touch the tips of her fingers together. Her heart was racing as she struggled and failed to lock even a couple of fingers.

"I can't even ... hug ... my tits," Cassidy breathed in amazement. She cradled as much of her jugs in her arms as she could and tried to lift them, but failed miserably. Her sacks wobbled and sloshed, threatening to fall off her thighs. She turned to Lana, "Quick ... milk me, please!"

Lana complied, placing the cups over Cassidy's thumb-sized nipples. Milk streamed out of her jugs faster than any adult could possibly drink it and soon Cassidy felt her breasts shrinking. While the milking felt good, she did not like sensation of her boobs getting softer and smaller. The diminishing weight on her lap and the malleability of her flesh only made her feel weak and small. Cassidy realized with a start that her heart and her head were filling with anxiety. Even though she knew that the pump was designed to make her tits bigger, and even though she had already experienced it personally, she suddenly realized to what degree she really wanted to have giant tits. Nothing else would do, ever, ever again.

And so Cassidy was relived, excited and then elated when her breasts began to grow anew. They began as empty balloons which covered her thighs like enormous, pink doilies, wrapping over the sides and sagging towards the ground. But in only minutes they'd regained their previous maximum and exploded past it. All three women stared wide-eyed as Cassidy's boobs grew faster than anything they had ever seen. Lana was the first regain her composure and quicly began to rub Sag all over the rapidly swelling features attached to Cassidy. Cassidy felt a magnificent orgasm welling up within her as she felt her breasts become larger than the rest of her. She started to come wetly just as her massive sacks fell out of her lap and onto the floor. They'd already gotten so enormous by that point that they merely pulled her halfway over. When they were done, Cassidy was sitting straight upright.

Lana worked her back, buttocks and legs with the QuickPax for awhile before Cassidy wobbled uncertainly to her feet, impressed at how heavy she'd become. She felt titanic! She reached her arms out their full length and searched the surface of her pontoons, searching for her nipples. Lana recognised what she was doing and walked around her massive chest to help her out, grabbing the first nipple she came across. Cassidy gasped as she realized that she could no longer touch her own nipples. "A mirror ... I need to see myself in a mirror," she requested quietly.

Lana came back around Cassidy's bulk, put an arm around her shoulder and slowly walked her across the bedroom, positioning her to face the middle of one of the Plexiglas walls, in full view of the lawn. Cassidy felt deliciously naughty as she recognised another tour group staring up at her, their mouths agape. On a whim she spread her legs, giving them a good view of her glistening crotch. Lana left her, crossed to the door and pushed a button. Suddenly the entire Plexiglas wall became a mirror. As she was presented with her own reflection, it was Cassidy's turn to stand mouth agape. She didn't look real anymore! Her jugs hung halfway down her thighs and spread a couple feet wider than her shoulders. Her areola were disproportionately large, larger than Megan's even though Cassidy's tits were still smaller. Cassidy stretched out her arms and just managed to touch the well-defined edges of her dark discs. She could feel a slight crease and rise, a tactile confirmation to what her eyes told her: her areolae were puffy. They hadn't been puffy since she'd first begun to develop years ago. It made her feel even more unusual, a freak among freaks. She trembled with excitement as she drank in her bawdy visage, anxious to become even more outlandish. Without taking her eyes off herself she gestured for Lana to hand her a pair of milk jugs.

As before, the milk flowed into Cassidy's mouth and down her throat easily. Two by two she swallowed gallon after gallon, pausing briefly once she reached twenty. She asked Lana to QuickPax her backside between jugs, gestured for another pair, and went back to work.

Cassidy decided to stop once she reached forty gallons. She felt like a pornographic version of Atlas. Her stomach was wonderfully full and incredibly heavy. Her navel was just barely visible poking out from her yard-long cleavage. She patted the tops of her tits lightly, intoxicated with the anticipation of her next transformation. She didn't have to wait long. A tremendous gurgle climbed up through her body, making her tremble. Fortunately Lana had already begun rubbing 'Sag' into her skin for the low rushing sound which emanated from Cassidy's torso suggested her tits might have split open otherwise. The explosive growth which ensued confirmed it.

Lana switched quickly from rubbing on lotion to rubbing Cassidy's back with the QuickPax while Cassidy closed her eyes and groaned through her teeth, pulling back on the ever-increasing weight of her jugs. Megan watched from the bed in amazement as her friend's silhouette grew wider and deeper. Cassidy's legs were spread wide to stabilize herself as the immense weight in her stomach was moved into her chest, cantilevered out into the space in front of her. As Lana's head moved in and out of the way, Megan could see that Cassidy was dripping with excitement. Unfortunately for Cassidy, it only took a few minutes before it was over.

When it was done, Cassidy opened her eyes and took stock of this latest development. Even though she has seen her friend's boobs become as large as weather balloons, even after having experienced a couple of her own dramatic growth events, Cassidy was astounded by the image of her new, naked form. The raw impact of seeing a beautiful young woman with gigantic boobs hanging to her knees she had experienced. But it hadn't been her own face above those gigantic boobs. And she had had no idea what it felt like to have such enormous weight projecting and suspending from her. It had been one thing to see Megan tilting backwards to stand, but to personally feel the strain of her skin to hold the giant masses of her jugs off the ground, it was enough to complete her drive to an orgasm.

Cassidy shook and jerked as though she was being electrocuted. The volatile motion made the gallons of milk within her sacks roil and splash mightily, the sound and sensation of which excited Cassidy all the more. She bounced on her toes and lugged backwards, flexing her basketball-sized buttocks. She actually managed to get her jugs to rise into the air and separate for a moment before the crashed back together, the tremendous force dragging her to the ground on top of them.

Cassidy lay there for a bit as the other two women watched in silence. Soon she stirred. She brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and heaved herself back to her feet. After a long look at herself in the mirror, Cassidy turned around, shuffling slowly, nearly bowling Lana over with her enormous udders. She arched her back, reached her arms over her head and yawned contentedly. After lowering her arms she again reached out, exploring her expanse. This time she failed to even feel anything which might have been her areola. Lana touched the edge for her. Cassidy estimated Lana's hand to be a couple feet away from her own.

"Well," she smiled, slapping the sides of her behemoths for emphasis, "lets get this milk turned into tit!"

Lana grabbed the pump, turned it on and attached the cups to Cassidy's nipples. Cassidy groaned in appreciation as the suckling action slowly drained her. Milk gushed out of her tits now, nearly overwhelming the cups. As they drained her gigantic jugs lost their turgidness and slowly descended. When all of the milk had been emptied, Cassidy was aghast. Her empty sacks were actually touching the ground! She felt terrible, weak and hollow. Fortunately her breasts began to grow anew almost instantly.

As before, Cassidy's tits seemed to have a knack for growing quickly. It took only a few minutes for them to regain their earlier size. Cassidy was so excited and awash in sensation as her breasts returned to being the size of weather balloons that she could barely breath. She rubbed her pussy furiously as Lana covered her tits with Sag, bringing herself to a new record climax. It was so intense, she felt like her head was full of bees and her ears were filled with the sound of the surf. Cassidy slapped the broad sides of her tits as she writhed in orgasmic fury before finally passing out, collapsing onto her still-growing piles of boob.

When Cassidy came to and opened her eyes, she couldn't see anything but her own cleavage. Panic welled up within her and she jerked backwards. She hadn't noticed that Lana had continued to work the QuickPax throughout the entire ordeal and as a consequence was unaware of her own strength. She lugged her massive breasts into the air and then completely over, landing on her back and then buried beneath her own immensity. She lay there for a bit since the wind had been knocked out of her. As she tried to catch her breath she thought she heard muffled laughter coming through her cleavage. She struggled a bit, but there was something under her buttocks which bent her at an angle too awkward for her to sit straight up. Suddenly she felt a strong pressure on the tops of her tits pushing them down over her legs. Cassidy felt herself rolled into a sitting position and then the pressure subsided. She looked over her shoulder and saw Megan's massive mammaries as her friend backed up. Soon she could see Megan's face, red with laughter.

Cassidy was still sitting on something which was raising her off the ground substantially. She leaned back to look around the sides of her jugs to see what it was and discovered something which made her gasp. She was only sitting on her own bottom. It had become huge too! She estimated that each of her cheeks was now as large as a beach ball. She flexed them appreciatively and felt herself raise a couple inches higher off the ground.

"Well c'mon," Megan encouraged, "You'd better at least try to get those monsters off the ground."

Cassidy slipped her legs around and out from underneath her chest. She tried pushing straight up, but the angle was wrong so instead she just rolled her jugs forward, laying upon them as she did. Once her legs were straight Cassidy gulped in shock. She was almost standing straight up already! Finally she heaved backward, lugging her back upright and then bowing backwards a bit. She was relieved to feel her jugs leave the ground before she'd leaned back, but was still alarmed at what she'd become. Lana and Megan were both beaming at her enthusiastically, but Cassidy felt distant from them. She turned and faced herself in the mirror. The image which greeted her was so shocking that Cassidy couldn't believe it. When it finally sank in that Cassidy was looking at herself, she began to hyperventilate.

Her breasts, her thunderous, massive, ponderous jugs, started at her collarbone and spread out, sloping slightly down and away from Cassidy's shoulders, projecting out before her and to her sides over sixteen feet each way, coming to enormous blunt tips somewhere around her knee level and then pointing off to the horizon at forty five degree angles from her. Beneath that the corpulent vessels rounded back in gradually to hang heavily against Cassidy's legs, covering her to the bottom of her shins. She looked like a giant Hershey's Kiss with feet, over thirty feet in diamter, with a much wider, rounded bottom. Her areola were literally as large as searchlights, dark as adobe and covered with bumps. Her nipples projected like oil cans from their center. Cassidy felt her head spinning as she drank it all it. She had seen smaller luxury cars. In fact, she used to own a van which was smaller than the monstrous figure she had developed. She felt tears starting to stream down her face, but she wasn't exactly sure why.

"All hail Queen Cassidy," a voice said softly behind her. Then again it came, joined by a second, "All hail Queen Cassidy. All hail Queen Cassidy! All hail Queen Cassidy!!"

Cassidy slowly orbited to face her friends. Lana and Megan were both smiling and chanting. When they saw that Cassidy was crying, they tried to reach out and touch her reassuringly. But Cassidy took up almost all of the space in the room and Megan couldn't get around her jugs to hug her, so she had to content herself with rotating around and stroking Cassidy's nipple. Lana tried to go the other way around Cassidy's bust and found the way blocked by furniture and boob so she, too, contented herself with rubbing Cassidy's other nipple.

Bringing Down The House

After their joy subsided to a more manageable level, Cassidy sniffed and wiped her eyes, looking around. It occurred to her how much of the room she occupied, which was most of it. It also occurred to her that she might not actually be able to leave it. Megan and Lana had left their posts as her nipples and were joined up across the room in conversation.

"Oh ... oops," she said. When neither of the other girls reacted, it struck her that they were too far away, separated by her inhuman shelf of boob. She cleared her throat and they still didn't hear her. Cassidy cleared her throat loudly, finally getting their attention. "Um, I think I may be too big to get out of the room."

Lana smiled and stated, "Not a problem, your Majesty. Here, let me show you." The older woman squeezed between the two giant girls, slipping towards the door. Once there she pressed a small button set into the wall. All of a sudden the wall split in two and opened up into the hallway. "It's for larger, early morning tours you see," she explained.

Cassidy announced that she wanted to stretch her legs a bit and asked the other two women to make room. Lana nimbly made her way down the stairway with Megan trailing, slowly. The last tour of the day had come to a stop in the entryway at the base of the stairs. The Future Queens of Mammaria, a club of younger women who were optimistic about becoming queen's themselves someday, were on a field trip. Each was naked, each top heavy to a certain degree, all were looking upward expectantly when the wall had split open. Lana's descent made no impression upon them, but Megan's appearance at first brought murmurs of confusion, until they finally figured out that what they were seeing was in fact another nude young woman, but one with jugs which hung down to her knees. As carefully as she made her way down the stairs, her thighs and knees continued to jostle her load, nearly making her wobble out of control. Several of them gasped in shock, a couple in horror, and not just a few with excitement.

When Megan reached the bottom of the stairs she was suddenly swarmed by nubile young women seeking her autograph. She shrugged and took the first book which was thrust into her face. After she signed it the girl took it back and looked at it, confused. "Why didn't you sign 'Queen Megan'?"

"I'm not Queen anymore," Megan explained. A rumble came from above and she pointed up the stairs, "She is!"

The girls turned to look just in time to see the beginning of Cassidy's emergence from the bedroom. Almost the entire opening of the wall was taken up by Cassidy's tremendous chest, a fact which the girls could feel as a light breeze brushed past them, pushed along by a giant bellows. Each of Cassidy's footfalls resonated through the house with a thunderous tremor. A couple of the girls shrieked in fear. While Megan had had some time to become adjusted to having titanic tits, Cassidy was just beginning. After shuffling a number of steps, she tried to take a normal step. In extending her leg she pushed her mountainous mammary up, and then dropped it as she stepped forward. The colossal gland slapped the ground before bouncing back up, sending another tremendous tremor through the palace. They could hear the sound of pottery breaking in a far room.

"Oops," Cassidy yelled, her body still in the bedroom and not yet visible to the gathered crowd. She resumed shuffling carefully, suddenly aware that she could actually destroy things with her mega-boobs. As she continued to push her jugs out into the hallway above the stairs, a couple of the girls fainted, one falling safely into Megan's massive cleavage. Even as carefully as Cassidy moved, the sound of items falling and breaking continued with each of her powerful footsteps. Finally she reached the top of the stairs and a couple more girls fainted. Cassidy's feet were not visible and neither were her head or shoulders. All the girls could see from their angle was a gigantic pair of breasts, floating in space, capped by disproportionately large areola nearly eight feet across.

"Am I close to the steps?" Cassidy's voice wafted through the room. Lana yelled in assent and the boob-girl moved forward again, probing for the top step. Once she found it, she carefully let herself down, trying to place her heel as gently as she could. A tremor still rumbled through the structure, and a picture near the hallway came down. Her jugs sagged down and then pulled back up as they battled gravity. After her next step, a couple more pictures came off the walls. The part of her jugs which had wrapped around behind her touched the stairs. Cassidy realized she was going to have to drag them down the stairs.

"Maybe we should head outside," suggested the tour guide, a young student paying her way through college. In the spirit of the tour, she'd gotten naked as well, though her bust wasn't nearly as impressive as the least of the tour members. Her nipples, however, were unusually large and painfully erect with excitement. "C'mon girls," she encouraged, "We can see the new Queen just as well from outside."

As the girls began to trot outside, Megan turned to Lana and suggested, "Maybe we should head outside too" Lana was about to reply when Cassidy took another step. A loud crash came from the back of the house, announcing the fall of one of the walls. Lana trotted away and Megan shuffled along as best she could. Cassidy continued to come down the stairs, trying her best not to destroy the palace, but she just weighed too much. Her jugs were sheering the handrails off the stairway as she descended. When she reached the bottom of the stairs a loud groan echoed through the halls followed by an enormous crash as the back half of the palace crumbled. The Plexiglas walls rumbled as they collapsed onto one another, but they didn't sound like they were breaking.

Cassidy took another step and in the wake of her footfall she heard another groan, this time coming from the front door. She look and watched a beam fall down, blocking her exit. In a panic, Cassidy turned to the nearest wall. She could see the outside through it, the lush lawn of the palace languishing in an amber sunset, the tourists and her friends watching her. She wanted out and she wanted out now! With a grunt, Cassidy heaved her supertankers higher and charged towards the wall. The first couple of steps were slow, but as she gained momentum she found that she had to jog along to stay beneath her center of gravity. In seconds she slammed into the Plexiglas wall, easily popping the enormous sheet free of it's supports and firing it over the heads of the gather women, off into a pond beyond them. Cassidy thundered through the opening, rearing back as best she could to bring her massive momentum to a halt. The ground continued to shake as her footfalls detonated, shaking a few of the girls off of their feet and bringing down the rest of the palace.

Eventually Cassidy came to a stop and carefully rotated her bulk around so she could see the destruction behind her. She managed to get herself facing the devastation in time to see the last two walls falling down. A small puff of dust accompanied the last panel of Plexiglas. Once it settled Cassidy had a moment of peace before the girls flocked to her, vying for her autograph. None wanted to insult her by approaching her from behind, so they all tried handing their signature books across her jugs, which she of course could not reach. Fortunately Lana arrived and began shuttling the autograph books around Cassidy's bulk so that she could sign them, although she still had to extend her arms to reach over Cassidy's beach-ball-sized buttocks. Megan shuffled up as well, still carrying a fainted girl in her cleavage.

The sound of sirens announced the arrival of emergency forces and soon the group was surrounded by firetrucks, ambulances, FEMA, Red Cross and naturally, reporters. It didn't take long before a Referee arrived. He took one look at Cassidy and immediately called for backup. It ended up taking four Referees to measure Cassidy. By the time they finished, a small city of tents had been erected, surrounding an enormous circus tent which had been put up around Cassidy. Spotlights came on, illuminating Cassidy's considerable figure. The chief Referee stepped up to a microphone and called for silence.

"Introducing," he began, turning slightly toward Cassidy and gesturing with one arm, "Our new Queen ... Cassidy!" The crowd cheered for a while until he called for silence again. "Queen Cassidy is beginning her reign by breaking ... several ... records. She is the world's heaviest human, the world's heaviest land animal, the world's biggest land animal, in fact, right now, ... she is the biggest living creature in the world!!!" The crowd exploded, rabid with excitement. Again the Referee raised his hands for silence, "But there's more! The vast Royal Breasts are each sixteen feet in diameter and hang within inches of the ground!" More cheering. "Her tits weight over forty times more than the rest of her!" The crowd cheered again. "Queen Cassidy weighs ... over two tons!!" More cheering. This time a chant broke out in the crowd, growing until it was deafening, "Two ton titties! Two ton titties! Two ton titties!" Finally, after the Referee had held his hand up for silence for some time, the crowd settled down. "She supports this massive load with an exquisite pair of buttocks which are larger than a pair of beach balls!" The crowd applauded. Above, a large screen monitor showed a close up of Cassidy's bottom. She flexed it playfully and the crowd went wild. The Referee waited until the crowd died down on it's own and then hit his big finish. "All of these amazing factors combine to give Queen Cassidy a BP score of ... one thousand three hundred and seventy seven!" The crowd became frantic with fervor, cheering madly.
bulk of Queen Cassidy's weight and size comes from her amazing jugs, which project in front of her an astounding

After the announcement, Cassidy remained on display for a few hours, enduring the pokes and prodding of the crowd with patience. It helped that they were held such a distance away from her by her bosom. Eventually they all meandered out, leaving Cassidy to become comfortable with her new self.

Even after having seen Megan grow and watching her friend strutting about with her bean-bag-chair-sized breasts, the reality of having boobs each bigger than the average family sedan took some getting used to, not to mention having all the attention.  However Cassidy managed to adjust.  By the time a new palace had been built for her she was not only prepared for the fact that was the size of a city block, she was thrilled to see that they had made the front door as wide as an airplane hanger. 

"Someone must have told them I was coming," she giggled to herself as she shuffled her massive bulk through the front door for the first time.  Her arms rested naturally on the tops of her tits, almost giving her the appearance of floating in a pool. Her breasts were so wide that they had pushed themselves around her sides too far for her to let her dangle her hands ever again.  At first she'd taken to lacing her fingers over her cleavage, but had since given it up, opting instead to spread her arms wide, invitingly.Lana and Megan trailed a bit behind, each taking in the view of their preceding Queen with glee. Cassidy carefully turned to face her friends, making thunderous footfalls as she did. She waved as they came closer.

"Wow," she exclaimed, "This is going to take a bit of getting used to."

Megan smiled, "Do you like your new palace?"

Cassidy laughed and patted the expansive tops of her tits as she waited for the thunder of her movement to pass, "Definitely!  It's much bigger than the old one."

They all chuckled as they looked around, taking in the truth of Cassidy's observation.  The new building was little more than a glorified blimp hanger, though the ceiling was not quite as high.  The rooms of the palace had been replaced with different areas, all completely open and free of any visual obstruction.  The only real significant difference, besides the absence of walls, was a platform which encircled the entire area some fifteen feet above the ground, dedicated to the public and already filled with several hundred fans.  Cassidy waved and they applauded appreciatively.

"Well, that was quite a walk," Cassidy announced as the applause died down.  And it certainly had been.  There was nothing in the entire country capable of moving her and so she'd been forced to walk the entire mile from the old palace grounds.  She'd enjoyed it but it had been a serious effort at the end.  "I think I'll take a shower."