The fuel gauge on the car said "Empty." It would go a few more miles, maybe. And there was no telling where the nearest gas station was. Shirley turned off the A/C and just barely stepped on the gas pedal, trying to get the most out of what was left. In a vain attempt to save more fuel she even turned the radio off.

Monica looked at her in anger, thinking, 'You and your great ideas.' They had always been best friends, all through college which they had just finished. Their days as students at UCLA were over. Now, they needed to set a course for their lives. Where did they want to go? What did they want to do? How are their lives supposed to be? All important questions, and their only answer was: Vegas!

It had been Shirley's idea, "Let's go party! Worry about life next Monday" she had said. Shirley, the more adventurous of them, had blond hair and blue eyes. She had a splendid figure with nice, long, shapely legs, a small waist and generous breasts. She wore a 34D bra. Her face had the high cheekbones that all models seem to have. Men were constantly propositioning her, and more times than once she had said "yes" to them. She was fun to be around, always laughing, singing and dancing. She constantly got caught up in the scheme of things and never stopped to think before she started to do something crazy.

Which was why it did not surprise Monica when Shirley decided to go celebrate their graduation in Vegas without stopping to think that filling the tank with gas would have been a good idea.

Monica had black hair and green eyes. She was not as tall as Shirley. Her figure was petite, small but shapely. Her legs showed all those aerobics classes she had been into. Her waist was small, maybe too small, it measured only 20 inches. She had no bust. She thought of herself as having the body of a child. She even bought almost all her clothes in the junior department, since those were the only ones that fit. She got her share of men propositioning her, but once they met Shirley all of them would direct their attention at her. More specifically to her 34D breasts. This had made Monica more relaxed. She was more of a scholar than a party girl.

Nevertheless, they were great friends and seemed to compliment each other. They were always out together and protected each other. Shirley always made sure they got in the most exclusive nightclubs and always had enough men around them taking care off all their needs, while Monica was the responsible one. She took care that Shirley didn't overdo it with the drinks or the men. But some things are inevitable. On most of their nights out together, Shirley ended up at some guy's apartment while Monica ended up alone. It was not that no one asked her for a night together, but she was always under the impression that she got whatever Shirley had leftover, and she was too proud for that.

The car started stuttering and they were almost out of gas. They were in the middle of the desert, halfway between L.A. and Vegas, just getting up a small hill when the car finally died. They both turned and looked at each other. Neither one said anything until they both broke out in laughter.

"Well," Shirley said, "so much for my expert planning."

"Ah ha, looks like we are going to have to wait for a ride up to the next gas station," Monica answered.

They waited five minutes and suddenly Shirley said, "Fuck it, I'm walking." Monica had no choice but to follow her.

To their surprise, just over the hill, some 150 feet from the car, was a gas station. They ran toward it. The gas station was old and full of dust. There was only one pump and a small office that doubled as a small convenience store. They walked in and saw a man half asleep behind the register.

Shirley approached him and the stink of bourbon hit her. He was not asleep, but out drunk. She managed to wake him up and, after a few attempts, managed to get him to agree to start up the pump. Shirley went with him outside, he still half asleep, and got a small empty milk gallon and gave it to him so that he could fill it up. While he was doing this, Shirley got one of her crazy ideas. She grabbed a water hose that was beside the pump and soaked the man. This woke him up. He was angry as hell, but when he got a clear look at his attacker he discovered a beautiful blond dressed in shorts that were cut off some old pair of jeans and a tight white shirt that showed beneath it an impressive pair of breasts.

The anger simply left him and he actually thanked her for bringing him back from the drunken state he was previously in. He agreed to help them. He filled up the milk gallon with gas and went ahead and walked to the car to start it up and bring it over to the pump so that they could fill it up all the way. Shirley and Monica waited inside the store.

Bored, they started browsing around and found a magazine rack. On it they saw the most impressive collection of adult magazines they had ever seen. There were the everyday Playboys and Penthouses, but what impressed them were the other ones. Some devoted to black women, some to over 40, some to enormous breasts, some to legs, there was even one called "Rear End."

Shirley quickly grabbed a copy of "Rear End" and started looking at the pictures. "Now that is an ass, just as I have dreamt of having."

Monica was not listening, she was impressed by a picture on one of the other magazines. The magazine was "Score" and it had on its cover a picture of a girl called Casey James with the largest breasts Monica had ever seen. She was appalled. Never in her life had she imagined that such a woman existed. She slowly took it off the rack and started browsing the inside pictures. Monica was impressed, she was excited, she was amazed. She turned to look at Shirley and said "Look, Look!.. Look at the size of the tits on this woman. I never thought women like her existed, she must be a freak of nature!"

Shirley turned to her, "No, silly. Not nature. Those are implants."

"Implants? This size? Do you mean just anybody can go to a doctor and leave having breasts like this?"

"Yep, but who would want to? Can you imagine what it would be like living with such monsters attached to your chest?" answered Shirley.

Monica did not answer, she was dreaming, planning. With breasts like those, she would get her pick of men, she would never have to settle for Shirley's leftovers. Hell, she would give Shirley her leftovers.

They were back in the car, speeding towards Las Vegas, and Monica still had not said a word. Suddenly Shirley stopped the car, turned to Monica and asked, "What the hell is the matter with you? Ever since we left that gas station you look as if you were on another planet. What are you thinking about?"

The only word that came out of Monica was "breasts."

"What," gasped Shirley. "What are you talking about?"

Monica finally started talking, "Remember the magazine at the gas station?"

"Yes, what about it?"

"You know I have never had breasts. I'm as flat as an ironing board, and it wasn't until back there in the gas station that I realized that I wanted breasts. I want to have big tits!"

"You are crazy, girl," was all Shirley answered.

They arrived at Vegas and checked in at the MGM grand. Shirley was all wrapped inside the glitz of Las Vegas and forgot about the gas station but Monica still had her mind on that Casey. She was so big. She still did not believe it. It must have been trick photography, she thought. They got their room key from the reception, and as soon as they were inside, Shirley said, "Well let's go hit those blackjack tables, we will only be here for the weekend."

"You go ahead" answered Monica "I think I will just lay down for a while."

"OK, but don't be long, I will wait for you downstairs."

Monica lay down on her bed thinking about Casey. She just could not get her out of her mind. She thought about getting implants, 'How? Where? How much do they cost? How big can I get? Would it hurt?' And suddenly she had a crazy idea. 'I am getting like Shirley,' she thought. She got up and went to stand in from of the mirror in the bathroom. She was thinking. She got a towel from the sink and pushed it below her shirt, she took another one and formed the second breast. There she was looking at herself in the mirror, she had breasts! And they were BIG!

'Ah, Fuck it, I'm going to do it.' She quickly took the towels out of her shirt, took her shirt off and went to look for Shirley's suitcase. She got out one of Shirley's 34D bras, put it on and started stuffing in all the Kleenex that was available. She looked at herself in the mirror, and thought, 'No, I need to be bigger.' She took out all the toilet paper she found and stuffed it in her bra, She overfilled it until it would no longer hold any paper. A 34DDD she thought.

She put on a tight sweater and examined herself in the mirror. It was perfect. She loved her look, she was excited, and without thinking went outside the room. When Monica arrived at the elevator it was open, and she went inside without giving it a second thought. Then it suddenly hit her. She had two rolls of toilet paper and one box of Kleenex stuffed inside her bra and she was going out in public. 'Ah, Fuck it,' she thought, 'lets see what having breasts is like.' The elevator was covered with mirrors and she started admiring her figure in one of them. She looked impressive with a 20-inch waist and what had to be a 40-inch bust line. Her hands were too small to totally handle her overstuffed breasts. She discovered herself breathing a bit too heavy.

The elevator stopped on the second floor and a couple got in. They were an older couple. As soon as they got a look at Monica in her overstuffed bra. She gasped, "Oh, My God." He could not take his eyes off Monica. Monica pretended she was unaware of this, but was enjoying it enormously.

The elevator reached the casino floor. And she got out. Suddenly all eyes were on her. She loved the feeling. She was a queen and everyone here was her subject. She walked around the casino floor enjoying every second of it. All the men were staring at her. Some even approached her and offered her drinks, money, whatever for a moment of her company. She simply waved them away and secretly thought, 'YES! Yes I need to get myself a pair of breasts.'

She continued walking all over the casino, causing a commotion everywhere she went, when suddenly Shirley appeared out of the crowd. "What the hell?"

Monica just gave her a look and said: "How do you like my new look?" She had a glow in her eyes, that seemed to have a magnetic effect on everybody. All of her radiated a presence, a charisma that could not go unnoticed. Everyone was looking at her, the men with desire, the women with envy, and some of them with envy and desire. Shirley was amazed. She thought, 'My friend has gone crazy,' but she could not deny that even she could not take her eyes away from Monica.

Monica took a seat beside Shirley at the blackjack table and suddenly realized that she had no money with her. She turned around and told Shirley "I forgot my money, I am going up to the..." She got interrupted by all of the men sitting at the table, which had been empty only a moment ago. They quickly offered her a loan or advance. She refused.

One of them insisted "Here take 100, consider it a gift, it is well worth it just for the privilege of having you play at this table."

"OK, if you insist," she said. 'I am going to love this,' Monica thought. A crowd formed around the table. Everyone looking at Monica. Shirley could not help but be jealous.

Monica's luck was on its bright side. Or was it luck? She didn't care. They had been playing for only 30 minutes and she already had 5,000 dollars with her. She was happy, she was excited, she could not even count, but all the men around were throwing advice at her. Even the dealer told her what to do. She won every game.

Suddenly a drink just beside Monica had fallen and all the blackjack table was suddenly wet. The dealer calmly told his supervisor "Spill, Spill," and quickly a team was taking care of it. The dealer turned to Monica and told her, "Don't worry these things happen." This was when she realized that she had spilled the drink. She had pushed the glass with one of her breasts and simply didn't realize it.

She got up from the table, turned to Shirley and said "Let's go for a walk." And both she and Shirley left the casino and went outside. All the way people stared at her. She could not get enough, she loved the attention, she loved that it was her the men were looking at and not Shirley. She loved the power these big tits gave her. She was thinking, 'Maybe 10 bucks worth of toilet paper inside my bra and all the men are my slaves.' She reached into her pocket and felt the 5,200 dollars inside, 'This is only the beginning,' and let out a small laugh.

Halfway up the street a young man approached her and gave her a flyer. This brought her back from her dreams, she realized he was giving flyers to everyone who passed by him. She was about to throw it away when she noticed it had Casey and her tits on it. It was an advertisement for a place called the Olympic Garden, a topless bar, and featured there was: Casey James. She was supposed to give a show, whatever that was, at 10, 11 and 12 p.m.

"We've got to go!" Monica told Shirley.

And Shirley, who had always been the crazy one, said, "Yes, we got to!"

Back at their room, they were preparing to go out for the night. And Shirley said, "What? Are you going out with those, those, those...things in your chest?" Even though Monica had loved every minute of it, she thought that maybe it would be too much to go out at night like that.

They finished dressing up and took the elevator downstairs. Once out of the elevator nobody took a second glance towards Monica. They were back to before: Shirley getting all the attention. The experience of the afternoon had made Monica more aware than usual of the stares at her, and now she was missing them. She was also more conscious of who the men were looking at and quickly came to the conclusion that the bigger the tits, the better the attention.

Anyway, they got in a taxi and were off to Circus Circus. Once there they had fun. Shirley was as crazy as ever and Monica was having fun, but nothing compared to that afternoon when she had the big tits. Her thoughts went back to the implants, the doctor, the possibilities, when she suddenly realized that Casey was at the Olympic Garden. She had three show times, 10, 11 and 12. It was 11:30.

Monica went looking for Shirley and found her at a table with a handsome stranger. Monica approached and whispered in her ear, "We got to go, we need to get to the Olympic Garden."

"What," answered Shirley, "I thought you were joking. I am not going there, you go ahead if you want and we will meet later at the hotel." And she turned her attention back to her companion.

Monica was thinking, 'I must be crazy. What am I going to a topless bar for? I must have been delirious. Only sluts and drunk, horny men go there,' just as she got inside a taxi.

"Where to, Miss?"

"The Olympic Garden."

"No, wait. I mean the MGM." Her mind was playing tricks on her. Of course she was not going to a topless bar. Ah, Fuck it. "To the Olympic Garden."

She had never been to a topless bar, so she had no idea what to expect. Part of the excitement from that afternoon returned to her. She suddenly realized that doing these crazy things made her feel more alive, they excited her, they--

"That will be 10 dollars," the cabby interrupted her thoughts.

She reached into her pocket, got the money and paid the cabby. She got out and suddenly found herself outside of what looked like a palace, with no windows. She approached the door. Nobody gave her a second look. 'This must be normal here in Vegas, a normal, clean cut young lady coming to a topless bar,' she thought. She paid the cover charge and went inside.

The place had the lighting of a nightclub. It had a bar and a lot of tables with three different stages all around and a main stage in front where half-naked girls were dancing. Most of them half asleep, one of them trying to work out a tip from some half-drunken old man.

She approached the bar and asked for a beer--she was having nothing not bottled-then sat down. The bartender, who was a girl wearing only what seemed to be a bathing suit, started talking to her. "Looking for somebody? Lost your boyfriend, honey?"

"No, no. No boyfriend. But yes I am looking for somebody." She caught herself thinking 'what am I doing here? Why should I tell this woman what I want from this place? I don't even know myself.'

"Who?" the bartender asked.

I am not going to answer Monica was thinking when she found herself muttering the words, "Casey, I need to talk to her."

"Well, you can look for her backstage once her show is over. Just tell her bodyguard, Bill, that I sent you. I should think there would be no problem."

Suddenly the lights dimmed and a voice sounded, "And now, for all your enjoyment, exclusively here at the Olympic Garden, the biggest tits in the world, and one hell of a personality, Caaaaseey Jaaammess!"

Monica approached the main stage and discovered herself shivering with anticipation. Behind the stage, she suddenly appeared. She was wearing a bikini--but what a bikini! It half covered her breasts which were nothing short of gigantic. With every step she took they bounced from side to side. She started to dance to the music and men gathered around the stage throwing money at her.

It was impressive. Monica lost contact with the outside world and was focused only on those gigantic breasts. Time flew by. Three songs were over and Casey collected all the money the men had thrown at her then went backstage. Several minutes went by before Monica was aware of what had happened. She ran to the door marked "dancers only" and was suddenly stopped by a gigantic man.

"Bill," she said.

"How do you know my name?"

"I wanted to talk to Casey and the bartender told me to ask you for this favor."

Bill took a look at Monica and thought, 'Hell, she is only a youngster, and a woman.' He knew that Casey did not like to de disturbed by horny men, but this was different. "Wait here," he said. A short while after he came back and said, "OK, it's the second door at the left."

Monica knocked at the door. "Come in," a voice said.

She opened the door and right in front of her was Casey, She had changed and was wearing a pair of jeans and a XXL T-shirt. "You wanted to see me?" Casey asked. Monica just stood there totally fascinated by the sight before her. "What do you want, young lady" Casey repeated.

"I--I--I--I want tits as big as yours," There, she had said it. She had let it all out. She was crazy, she was excited, she was confused.

"Are you sure? These are not just 'put them on and take them off.' They are with you 24 hours of every day of every year."

"Yes, that is what I want," Monica said. She was no longer accountable for her speech, she was still lost in dreams of power, passion, riches...tits.

"Many women have come to me asking the same thing you do now, even more men that want their wives to have what I have, and I am glad to help. But, also I let them know exactly what it is they are asking for."

"Huh?" was all that Monica said.

"Let me explain, I get up in the morning and have these with me (holding her breasts in her hands), I take a shower and I have these with me. Hell, I take a shit and I have these with me. I cannot go out in public without people harassing me. I used to like the attention, but right now I avoid it all that I can. I never know if people like me or they just want to look at my tits. Half the time I wished I would never have done it."

"Why then?"

"The money, girl, the money. I plan to do this a couple of more years and then settle down with a normal life and a normal body. But anyway, I have to go. Have to catch a plane to New Orleans. Here, take this card from my doctor in L.A. If you still think you want big tits, give him a call." Bill came in the door, took her hand and ushered her out. Monica just stood there staring at the card in her hand. It said: Dr. Howard Jones, Plastic surgeon Ph. 746-2426.

When she got back to her room at the MGM, Shirley had not arrived. 'It figures,' she thought. She placed the card in her purse and went to sleep.

The next day was Saturday, and they had brunch at the hotel's all-you-can-eat buffet. They went back to the blackjack tables, but this time Monica's luck had changed. She lost her previous day's winnings and then some. Shirley also had a bad day at the tables and was down about 1,000 dollars.

After deciding that enough was enough, they went to the bar and ordered two drinks, each. "Monica my friend, I think you need to get your tits back on. We need to make some money," Shirley said.

"No, that was foolish, I was crazy. I will never do that again."

"Foolish is returning to L.A. without any money."

"No, and that is final!"

They ordered two more drinks, it was happy hour. After several drinks both of them started getting drunk. Monica said, "I really impressed a lot of people with those tits yesterday, didn't I?"

"Yes, yes. And you should do it again," Shirley said. "We need to get some of our money back, and then some."

"OK, but just this last time."

They rushed up their room and Monica put one of Shirley's bras on and started to stuff it with Kleenex. Shirley just stared, "Go bigger, bigger." Finally Monica had an impressive pair. She was now stuffed even bigger than the first time. She put her tight sweater back on and both of them went to the casino.

Monica's transformation was complete. She had forgotten all that Casey had said and was back, her energy, her glow, her charisma...her winnings. This time, she won 25,000 and Shirley sitting beside her won 5,000. She was drinking, she was wining and the last thing she remembered was Shirley carrying her up to the room.

The next day Monica woke up and Shirley was already packing. "Come on, hurry, it's time to get back." She had a smile on her face. All the drive back, Shirley was going on and on about last night. "Monica my friend, you were born to have those tits. You worked them like an expert. Teasing everybody, never too much, just enough to let us win. You are a natural, baby!" She continued on and on, she was happy, she had 5,000 in her pocket.

Next Monday, when Monica woke up she still had a headache. The vacation was over, she needed to get work, she needed to start her life. She needed to call Dr. Jones. She made an appointment and got there 30 minutes early. The 30 minutes went past, 30 minutes more, an hour. And then suddenly, the secretary showed her in. Dr. Jones was a middle-aged man, had glasses and looked everything like a doctor should look like. "What can I do for you, miss--"

"Just call me Monica." Monica started her speech, she had written it down and practiced it all morning. "Dr. Jones, a woman who calls herself Casey James--"

"Yes, yes Casey, my pride and joy. She is my most perfect creation. I even gave her a bunch of cards so that she would pass them around. But excuse me, you were saying."

All that preparation for nothing. Monica had thought that she would have to confront the doctor, to give him a reason for such an unusual request. But here, in front of her, was obviously a tit man with the power and knowledge to turn her desires into reality. "I want to have big tits" Fuck the speech, let's go for the money. "I want to have the biggest tits you can give me, the bigger the better."

"Just how big?"

"Big. The biggest."

"Ah ha, come with me." He took her inside a neighboring room and got out what looked like plastic breasts and a shirt. "Take your shirt off and put this one on." It was a tight shirt, the color of skin and made out of what appeared to be an infinitely stretchy material. "OK, put this under the shirt." He gave her a pair of the fake plastic breasts. She placed them under the shirt and suddenly she was in Vegas again. The glow in her eyes came alive, she was getting excited and Dr. Jones was aware of it.

"Those big enough for you?" She was watching herself in the mirror just staring, not answering. Dr. Jones took out a measuring tape and said, "OK, you measure 32 just under the breasts and with these testers you have a 40-inch bust line, is this the size you are looking for?"

"Bigger."

"Ok, now you have testers on that give you a 45-inch bust line. How do you like them?"

She was breathing heavily, looking at herself in the mirror, she was now the size of that second day in Vegas, but she was tempted. She forgot everything Casey had told her, "Bigger."

"OK, you know have my biggest testers, and measure 55 inches. I do not have anything bigger. Is this what you want?"

"Bigger."

Dr. Jones was getting excited, "OK, we can do that." He got out some balloons from a drawer and placed them under Monica's shirt and connected two hoses from the balloons to an air pump. "OK, you tell me when to stop," and he turned the pump on.

Monica stood there looking at herself in the mirror, watching her breasts getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. When she was ridiculously big she suddenly came out of her trance and yelled "Stop!" The balloons inside her shirt took up all the area in her chest and went down to her stomach. She felt the rubber as low as her belly button. To the sides, her chest was not big enough to hold the massive balloons, they went out a full eight inches. She remembered what Casey had told her. She remembered how she had felt in Vegas. She loved how she felt right now. She said, "Just a little smaller." The doctor took some air out until she thought they were what she was looking for. "OK," she said.

Dr. Jones took out his measuring tape and said, "Let's see. OK, right now you have a bust line of 70 inches. Minus the 32 inches, that would make you a...lets see...38. The alphabet only has 26 letters. Hell, I don't know! That will make you BIG!"

"Can you do it, doctor?"

"It is possible, but it will be difficult and it will be expensive. First of all, we need to get your skin to stretch that much. You will need to massage this cream into your chest every four hours for the next 20 days. This will let your skin stretch. You will need to take some pills so that your body can be strong enough to recover from the trauma. You will need to work your back muscles so that they can support the extra weight and we will need lots of luck. And it will cost 25,000 dollars."

"When can you do it, doctor?"

"As soon as you are ready."

Monica left the doctors office with the cream, the pills and an appointment to visit a gym. She did everything just as the doctor ordered. Even applying the cream every four hours. She set her alarm and all through the night would continue the process. She went back to the doctor every week and asked, "Am I ready?" The answer was always the same, "No, not yet."

Eight weeks went by until she finally heard, "Yes, you are ready." The day had come, she was so worked up about this day, she had forgotten that she was to become a freak, a sexual object, a walking pair of tits. She had Shirley leave her at the clinic and went inside.

Dr. Jones was waiting for her. He showed her to a room and quickly had her sedated. Monica slowly woke up. The operation had taken four hours and she had slept for another 12. She opened her eyes totally unaware of what had happened to her. She was laying there in her bed when suddenly, it all came back to her, 'Tits, I had an operation!'

She suddenly felt a great weight on her chest, and slowly raised her arms. She felt herself, she felt her breasts, she was in pain, she could barely move her arms. She tried to stand up, but she could not. "Nurse, Nurse" she shouted.

Dr. Jones came in the room. "Hello, Monica. How are you doing?"

"What have you done to me? I can't move, I hurt all over, I feel like I have a ton of bricks on my chest!"

"I gave you what you asked for, a 70-inch bust line. The recuperating period for this will be at least five days. You are still heavily sedated, that is why you can't move. As for the ton of bricks, it's more like 6,000 cc of saline, 3,000 in each breast."

"Can I look in the mirror?"

"No, not yet, we will wait until you are feeling better. For now, just rest," he gave her an injection and she was asleep again.

With each day that passed, Monica came to realize a little bit more of what she had done to herself. She was at some times happy, at some excited, at some sad and at some crying. There were constant lurkers coming into her room just to look at her. The word had spread that in room 106 was the woman with the biggest pair of tits in the world. She felt like a freak, but she was excited.

One day the doctor came in and said, "OK, Monica, we will now take out the stitches, remove the bandages and take a look at you." The excitement inside her started to grow, until the final moment that the doctor helped her out of the bed. It had been 13 days since the operation. She took a few steps toward the mirror and the Doctor helped her remove her gown. She still could not move her arms without pain.

There she was, her reflection in the mirror, The biggest pair of tits she had ever seen, including Casey's, and they were on her chest! Just by looking at her reflection she was getting excited and she could hear the doctor breathing heavily. They were magnificent. Round. Spherical. They covered her whole upper body, but she was able to see her belly button in the reflection and that 20-inch waist just below it. To the sides, they covered her whole torso and went out about five more inches. She could imagine her tits were visible even when looking at her from behind. She turned around and was amazed at the projection her tits had, they stood a full 12 inches in front of her.

"My pride and joy," the doctor muttered. Monica was not listening she was still amazed that the refection in the mirror was hers. "OK, you are now free to go home," the doctor said.

"Please, some privacy." And the doctor left the room shutting the door behind him. Monica stood in front of the mirror for some 20 more minutes before she realized that she had to get dressed. She took her jeans out from the closet and put them on, and then she tried to put on a shirt. She realized that it was useless. She was too big for it.

There was a knock on the door and the Doctor came in, giving her an XXL T-shirt and a set of cards. "If anyone asks," he said and left the room. She put on the T-shirt and started for the door. Just as she opened it, she realized that there were about 20 people standing outside waiting to take a look at her.

There were gasps and screams, Monica never felt worse. She was a freak. People were amazed at seeing her. Some were afraid to look at her, some afraid to look away. Out of the crowd appeared Shirley who said, "Come on, lets go." She took Monica's hand and pulled her through the crowd. Everything was an experience for Monica, she even had difficulty walking. With each step all the weight of her breasts would almost knock her over. Her arms kept touching the sides of her breasts and she could see neither her feet nor the floor. She almost tripped three times.

Once outside the clinic, where people had no idea she had the largest tits in the world, her T-shirt proved concealing. She just looked fat, large. Her shirt was hanging over her jeans so that it didn't reveal her waist or the fact that all the mass beneath was pure tit.

She got inside the car and could not even get her seatbelt on. Cars were not designed for 70-inch bust lines. She started to cry. They reached her house and once inside she said goodbye to Shirley, went to her room and locked the door. "What have I done to myself?" she constantly asked. She remembered Casey's words, "Half the time I wished I would never have done it." She went to sleep crying.

The nest day, the sun was shining bright and she decided to make the best of her mistake and of her life. She had the biggest tits in the world and she was going to be proud of them!

She started dressing, which was an experience all by itself. Her tits got in the way of everything. She put on her favorite jeans and, after several attempts, the same T-shirt the doctor had given her. But this time she tucked it inside her jeans showing of her waist line. "Need to go shopping," she told herself.

She looked in the mirror and was amazed. She was so out of proportion it looked silly. It looked freakish. It look wonderful. She loved it. She was truly a walking pair of tits. "Ok, Let's go shopping." She took her car keys and went to her car. She discovered that in order to fit between the seat and the wheel she had to push the seat all the way back. Once comfortably seated, she noticed her feet didn't reach the pedals. "Ah ha, Now what? Me and my great ideas. I need a chauffeur." She called Shirley.

Shirley came to her house and as soon as she took a look at Monica, she was frozen. She could not believe what she was seeing. Her friend, Monica, was standing in front of her and in between them was this enormous pair of tits. "Can I touch them?" Shirley asked.

"Touch what?"

"Them."

"Oh, yes. I suppose you can." Shirley approached Monica and slowly poked her left breast. Monica shuddered, "Hey, gently, they are still new." Shirley opened her right hand and started gently caressing Monica's breast. She took her other hand and placed it on Monica's other breast. And then, out of nowhere, kissed her.

They were suddenly kissing passionately. Shirley's tongue explored the depths of Monica's mouth. They both had a sudden urge for someone to enter inside them, but they were lacking the equipment. They continued feeling each other all over. Shirley took Monica's shirt off and started licking her breasts, all of them. She could not get enough. Monica started looking for something to get inside her, she urgently needed it. She told Shirley who got one finger inside, then two. Suddenly Monica jumped, her breasts bouncing for effect. "I am no lesbian!" she yelled, but could not control herself.

Shirley, just went for her breasts and said, "There are men, there are woman and there is you. Men have something women want and women don't have. The same way the other way around. But you Monica...my friend Monica...you have something that neither women nor men have, and both want. You got tits the size of beach balls."

"Shut up and fuck me!" Monica said.