Every Morning Is A New World Part 1

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Sam was a student at the local university.� He was a bit of a science geek, however, and didn't really have much luck with the ladies.� Well, any luck, to be precise.� He didn't really mind; he figured he'd get the chicks after he perfected his bi-gidicrastic laser and sold it for millions.� Well, actually, he'd have to perfect it, figure out what exactly it did, and THEN sell it for millions.� He knew that the laser's beam did something special, but he wasn't sure exactly what.

In the afternoon, Sam went to the lab, testing a new version of the bi-gidicrastic laser.� So far, it was basically a green flashlight, not even burning a hole in the substances he aimed it at.� As he was setting up his last test of the day, a minor earthquake shook the lab.� Nothing was broken, but the aim of the laser was knocked out of alignment, and the beam of the laser went directly onto his forehead.� He wasn't terribly worried, since it seemed to do nothing to the inanimate objects he aimed it at previously.� However, he started to feel...odd...shortly after the experiment, and he also felt sleepy all of a sudden.� He deciced to go back to his dorm room and sleep, even though it was only five PM.

He awoke with a start about at six AM, several hours before he normally needed to wake up on a Tuesday, since his first class on Tuesdays was at noon.� He noticed something different about the room immediately.� It took him awhile, but he pinpointed the difference.� On his cast poster of Star Trek:TNG (of course he has a Star Trek poster...he's a science geek, remember?), all the women's uniforms were redisigned to expose both breasts, and their boots had high heels of four or five inches or so on them.� He flipped on the television, and every woman on the was topless, and wearing shoes or boots that had very high heels on them. Every woman from Tipper Gore to Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman to the babes of Baywatch was dressed like this.� (You would think high heels would not be conducive to ocean rescues, but they wore them on the beach anyways.)� He went outside, and was greeted by the pleasant sight of a beautiful early morning jogger from the sorority, wearing blue sweat pants, green high heels, and no top.

As the day grew on, and he actually went to class, he decided this was WAY to complex to be a practical joke.� Every woman he met was dressed similiarly.� And he still couldn't get a date (he tried).� At least he has something pleasant to look at.

Mid-afternoon, he went back to his lab, and shot himself with the laser again.� However, nothing happened this time.� He felt just fine, and didn't get sleepy.� However, he got the feeling he was permantly changed with the original shot.� He knew, in his heart, that every day he awoke, he would be in a different universe.� (And know what, he was right.)

He went to bed in the evening, after striking out with Nancy, a girl he really liked, and who seemed to really DISlike him, in this or any other dimension.� At least he got to see her tits, which, unfortuantly, were probably her only flaw, as they were a bit on the small side.� He had a feeling that sooner or later, they would be quite bigger, however.

The next morning, he awoke to a universe significantly better than the one he was in the day before.� You see, in this universe...

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all boobs were big boobs. Sam looked at his Star Trek poster and though the women lost the heels and their breasts were covered, they were much larger than before. He flipped on the TV and every woman's breasts had inflated to bountiful proportions; the smallest breasts Sam saw were DD's. Sam looked forward to going to his first class which was taught by an attractive, yet flat-chested redhead. Sam always wondered how she'd look with big boobs, and today, he'd find out.

Sam went to class and after being lost upon the instructor's awesome cleavage, Sam decided to try a little experiment. He saw a pretty (and of course, very big-chested) blonde stroll over to the water fountain. Sam instantly got a hard-on watching her move and waited until she stopped at the fountain. He came up from behind and placed his hands on her gigantic breasts. And much to his suprise,

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...she said, "Howdy," and then grabbed his crotch.

Sam was shocked that she wasn't shocked (and that she had her hands on his package)...and then he looked around more carefully. He saw two girls walk up to each other, and before they started to talk, they grabbed each other's breasts for a few seconds. He realized that this must be this universe's version of a greeting, and also realized that he was definetely going to try to avoid talking to any men today.

But even more surprising than this was what happened next...

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The blonde that Sam had "greeted" smiled at him sweetly, then started to unfasten his pants. Even though Sam wanted her to keep going, he was petrified. No girl had ever even thought of being this aggressive towards him before, and he was scared of how he'd react. When she got his pants down and went to her knees though, Sam said "fuck it" and decided to trust his animal instincts.

The blonde (whose name is Heather by the way) stripped Sam of his boxers and moved a bit closer to his throbbing dick. She took the shaft into her soft hands and giggled a little. "Poor baby," she said. "You must have really been hurting." And on that note, she took a deep breath and took his pulsating cock into her mouth. She sucked away with the force of a vacuum as Sam stood there spellbound. He couldn't get an average girl to give him the time of day, and here was a total babe sucking on him like no tomorrow. He was in Heaven as this was the best (though only) blowjob he ever recieved. He felt himself cum and she pulled out just in time to be showered by his cream. "Wow," she said. "That was delicious." She stood up and adjusted her clothes, wiping off some cum from her face.

"Dammit, that's not fair," Sam said. "I wanted you." He was looking directly at her tits.

"Babe, I'd love to have you come play with me," she said. "But I have a class. We can get together tonight if you want to." She pulled a card from her cleavage and handed it to him. "I'll be looking forward to it." She said goodbye, grabbed his crotch, and left.

Sam held the card in his hand, dreaming of what'll it'll be like to get his hands on the twin globes of love. But then, something odd happened...

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....as Sam twirled the card in his hands, twisting it around as his eyes burned into Heathers retreating form. The card read: Heather Graham / Breast Reduction Clinic / and then came the part Sam couldn't believe: 'I'm not just the President of the BRC, I'm also a client'. At this Sams eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets... if Heather was one of this worlds flat chested girls, what would well-endowed be like? But Sam, still not completely recovered from the last nights transfortmation around him and just as timid as always wasn't sure he could handle "shaking hands" with a larger breasted citizen without losing control completely. Unsure where he should head next in this strange turn of events or what he should attempt he headed back on campus towards the lab where he could fiddle with the ray some more. Jogging up the steep gravel path behind the lab building, he heard humming drift out of an open window and caught a quick glimpse of a woman with the largest, plumpest, perkiest breasts he had ever seen. Sam couldn't believe his luck, forgetting what he had warned himself against earlier he sped up, turned the corner toward the door and in his haste tripped on something fallen in the path. Getting up he could see more clearly what it was, and he wasn't at all sure he liked it....

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"What the hell?" Sam exclaimed. He went over and picked up the object he tripped over. He looked at it carefully and realized that it was a...

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Huge flacid nipple!

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...weirdly warm in his hand, the huge nipple pulsed suddenly and stiffened, an unearthly squeal emerging from it as small tendrils shot out, the nipple dividing cleanly into two smaller versions and the tendrils questing with lightning speed toward the nearest available chest -- his! A sharp pain and suddenly the ruddy pink nipples plunged through his shirt, engulfing his own. A tingling, burning sensation rushed through his nipples -- and abruptly twin jolts of pleasure shot through him, as, no longer separate, the nipples dissolved and replaced his own. Crazedly, the thought sprang to mind, "Symbiotic organisms!" Clenching his fists he struggled with the impulse to rip the alien biologicals off, but realized it was no use, they were already merged, having replaced his own flesh. The only relief came when he realized something. "Doesn't matter what happens to my body...tomorrow I'll be in an alternate me's body!" he almost exclaimed, grateful for that one protection. "Oh shit," he exclaimed, as a heated, eerie, but enjoyable sensation started in his chest and groin, and he started to feel a lot less space in his shirt and a lot more in his shorts.

No wonder he hadn't seen many men on this Earth, and the women were so friendly with each other.

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Sam could only stare in shock as he saw immense breasts forming on his body. They felt like huge melons tghere and continued to grow larger and heavier, stretching his shirt.

There was something else odd about it, the tingling in his groin. He put his hand down there to check and sure enough the equpipment he had been born with had just gotten a makeover. He was turning into a girl!

Sam shook his head trying to tell himself that it wasn't hapening when long hair fell into his face. he felt his face go flush and knew that too was changing. He looked down to see his fingernails grow to twice their normal length in seconds. His pants began to feel loose about his waist then but tight around the hips and in the back of his mind he knew he had now been granted an hourglass figure by this symbiotic organism. The hot flashes had stopped and everthing felt normal, so Sam assumed the organism had done it's job.

He was glad this wasn't permanent. Life as a girl would be a frightening thing, but life as a buxom babe, that he couldn't handle. Not after his previous life. He decided to go to Heather's place, to see here again, and to possibly spend a nice romantic evening with someone, when a strange noise cuased him to llok up and see...

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His ceiling...The strange noise was his alarm. It was another day, and where would it take him. He looked the poster to get his bearings.

"Seems normal enough for what's been happening lately." he thought to himself. Sure all of the women he saw were more buxom than usual, but nothing seemed strange. He decided to go looking for Heather again. Maybe she was a key to understanding everything that was going on.

He got dressed and locked his room and went outside. Sure enough, 300 yards from where he had seen here before, the radiant beauty of Heather stood. She looked a little bigger than the last encounter, but he had no problem with that. He sprinted across the distance between then.

Heather turned and smiled at him, "Sam, good to see you again. You were wonderful two nights ago, and I was wondering if I could get a encore performance this morning. Like, now!"

Sam didn't have to be told twice as he followed Heather back to her place. The pair quickly stripped and went right for each other.

"Be careful," Heather remarked through her panting "You know what happens when I get excited like this!"

Sam had no idea what was about to happen, until he caught a glimpse of Heather's chest, and realized it was going to be a HUGE night...

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Heather's already huge breasts were growing, enormous soft mounds against his flesh, as an erotic thrill unlike anything he had ever experienced before started to race through his nerves -- and he yelped in realization of what was happening. In the throes of passion he had almost missed the fact that she wasn't growing -- he was shrinking! A little glowing tendril of flesh connected them, and the mass of his body was gradually draining away into hers, assimilating into her breast tissue growth! "Sam<' she breathed, "you'd better break it off...while...you still can..." she hissed through pleasure clenched teeth, concern in her sultry eyes. He couldn't it felt too gooood, a rising wave of ecstasy flooding Sam's every sense -- then panic struck as he could no longer stay in her, his entire body no longer larger than two feet tall and diminishing faster, the force of the fleshy tendril's mass transfer increasing along with the passion, the sheer lust overwhelming him. "Oh god, Sam, break away!" she said, panicked. No way, he thought, and cried out in shattering orgasm -- the tendril vaporized and he bounced lightly, orgasming uncontrollably, writhing with no control, on a vast curved flesh plane. God, he thought, I'm only four inches tall at most!

"Oh Sam," Heather cried, still in an orgasmic shockwave herself but frowning lightly with worry. Sam, meanwhile, discovered a new problem -- something had happened to his biology while shrinking, and he was stuck at the climax of a soul-shaking orgasm -- and it wasn't fading. Orgasming uncontrollably, he sensed for this body, it was permanent. He could barely move or think!

With nearly a full day and evening to go!

Heather reached down and placed him on the vast expanse of a breast, his arms clutching a titanic nipple. "I'm sorry Sam...and we hadn't even known each either very long. I'll name our child after you," she said quietly, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Suddenly Sam realized he wouldn't have a whole day after all, and he found he couldn't stand up -- his flesh was slowly melding into Heather's nipple, being absorbed inexorably, until, for an instant, he WAS her nipple, as she reached down and rolled it in her fingers sensually. "Ummm," Heather said. "Very nourishing."

A green shock passed through Sam's mind, and he awoke to...

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...notice two things. The first, that his worst fears were true. In half the alternate earths, an inescapable fact of life was that he had female parallel selves. Calmly Sam took in the situation scientifically. "A fifty percent probability of having been born a female in each universe...nothing to be done about it except get used to it." The second thing Sam noticed was more disturbing. Not only was he...she...female, but a lustier nymph than even the symbiotic orgasm had caused, not only in the enormous FF cup breasts weighing her down, but in another inescapable truth -- she needed sex and needed it NOW! Nude, she rolled out of bed and stood, the weight of her breasts making them bounce and giggle pleasurably, wave after wave of arousal coursing through her soft body as she stared into a mirror at the red haired nymph Sam was in this universe. Curiosity and resignation won out and she made a serious mistake -- she grasped a fist sized nipple with her small hand, and that was that. She had to find someone, male, female, anyone, to pleasure her for the duration of the day. She had to, DESPERATELY. A hand on her breast, squeezing her nipple, the other between her legs rubbing furiously, she walked nude out of her room, grateful the posters on her wall were all nude -- no clothing in this world -- and set out to find someone as the lust built to fever intensity.

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As she worked her way down the stairs and to the front door, her quivering body tingled with growing desire, but as she made it half way down the stairs, she realized her desire wasn't the only thing growing! Squealing in ecstacy she felt her now MM cup breasts as she toppled forward, landing at the foot of her stairs in a groaning, panting, sweating, and consequently cumming heap. Sam-or Samantha kneaded her doughy orbs madly, fingering her baseball sized nipples she screamed again, soaking the thick carpet with cum. As she shuddered again and again with orgasm, she felt herself pinned under her swelling mammaries just as heavy footsteps thumped down the stairs. "Samantha! Don't tell me you forgot to call for sex again last night! Geez, at least you masturbated some of the growth out, but if I don't suck you off a few more times, your not even gonna fit in this room, much less through the door. Pleasure filled eyes rolled into the back of her head, Samantha just giggled at the thought of a real fuck as this woman - who she assumed was his-er, her, mother in this world pressed her own FF-cups into nipples that were actually bigger than her rather melonous tits, and rubbed them savagely together, licking the nubbly aereole until Sam felt a pressure release and milk started seeping out. Then, hi-her mother? mounted her nipple and humped it so intensely that the pleasure surged through Sam's Volkswagen sized breasts in waves, and the leaking milk slowly began to diminish the size of her fuck mountains. "Jesus Sam, every time you hit that time of the month, you let this stuff happen again. I know it feels good honey, but if you don't ask for a tit-job every couple of hours we'd never be able to reduce them to enything smaller than the house! Come on, you're going to have to go to work someday, you can't just lie there and finger-fuck yourself to true mountain-hood, you wouldn't be able to support yourself. Sam wasn't listening by this point, all she knew was that she really didn't care about anything other than another tit-hump, with another woman with some real big tits! Sam's breasts had stopped shrinking at about a KK cup, and her throbbing nipples still thrust vehemently, demandingly into the air. "Maybe you should stay home the next couple of days her mother said as she stroked the pulsing nipple. Maybee I can keep the growth down if your too shy to ask someone else.

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Samantha groaned as another orgasm shook her, and she decided she would be looking forward to the female selves in all their variations, after all. She hoped she was right and she would visit some world more than once spontaneously, it was highly probable, she decided, especially if his/her mind were subconsciously controlling the path through the multiverse. So why limit this self's growth? Here was a wild opportunity to make a pleasurable life to pop into from time to time. "I'm sorry mom," she said. "I'll go find someone right now," she promised, and, hefting her breasts in her hands, massaging the nipples firmly, she left the house, two things on her mind. First, finding a...she hesitated in her thoughts, but couldn't help it...finding a man, than find a quiet place to let herself grow the rest of the day, out of control.

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Sam...antha decided not to find anyone to fuck and she took herself to Nederman's Point, which was a gigantic clearing where she could grow in peace and quiet. Her constant masturbation reduced her titanic tits to a FF-cup, but it was inevitable that they were going to get bigger. So Sam found a nice spot in the point and she pleasured herself for the rest of the day.

Sam awoke the next morning as his old male self. "Fuck," he said as he was looking forward to being a babe again. Sam's condfidence was definitely picking up as he was determined to get some that day. But he decided to try something a little different.

Sam went on his daily routine and of course, all the girls were as buxom as ever. He bumped into Heather and started to reach for her tits, but realized that he might not be in the same dimension. "Hi, he said. "Hi," she said.

Heather went on. "Listen," she said. "Come on by tonight. I got something special for you." She walked off, with Sam wondering what it could be.

Sam went to Heather's place that night and rang the buzzer, ready to practically rape this bodacious babe. But when the door opened, it wasn't Heather but it was a beautiful Asian girl. Korean, Sam thought. She had the pretty face with the slanted eyes, which Sam always liked about Asian girls, but this girl's body was absolutely bangin'. Though a typical Asian girl is small in stature, this girl was the complete opposite. She had long, well-sculpted legs, a trim waist set off by a full set of hips, an ass that Sam could hump for days, and a huge, perfectly round set of boobs that were even bigger than Heather's. He was absorbed into checking out her body, but what this girl, whose American name was Suzi, had to say made Sam lose his head for a moment. She said...

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Sam sat bolt upright in bed. Sweating and panting, he stared straight ahead until his heart slowed its hammering in his chest.

"Whew," he thought, "these dreams are getting weirder and weirder! Alternate universes indeed. It's gettin to be re-goddam-diculous!"

It was 6:00 pm. He'd slept nearly all day.

He dragged himself out of bed and headed for the dorm bathroom across the hall. There was a girl at one of the mirrors. "Co-ed dorms were bad enough," he thought, "but I swear to God I'll never get used to the co-ed bathrooms." A closer inspection of the girl stopped him in his tracks.

It was Heather, the girl from the dream. She was speaking, but not to him. She was speaking to the mirror.

"Longer," she said. Immediately her blond, shimmering hair seemed to flow out of her head until it was four inches longer.

"Blush." Her cheeks took on a rosy glow.

She then turned from side to side, inspecting her profile in the mirror. Her curves were luscious. She was wearing tight black nylon pants and a forest green sweater that flared dramatically from her tiny waist to encase what had to be an FF-cup bosom. "Bigger," she said. At her command, her already generous bust swelled to at least an H-cup. Heavy and full, her breasts pulled the waist of her sweater away from her flat tummy.

"Oh, shit," thought Sam, "Either I'm still dreaming or I really am jumping from dimension to dimension and in this one humans have complete mental control over matter!"

Pleased with her adjustments, Heather turned from the mirror. "Oh, Sam, hi!" She said.

"Uh, hi," Sam managed.

"I was just coming to see you," she said, moving toward him.

Sam assumed he'd walked in on Heather preparing for work or class. "Me?" He croaked.

"You silly. Don't tell me you forgot about our date." She moved to him. She smelled like heaven. Her breasts were pressing against his chest as she squeezed his face with her hand. "You're so cute!" She said. "Hurry up. I'll be waiting." And with that she left the restroom.

Date? Sam tried desperately to remember making a date with Heather as he relieved himself. "I think I'd remember something like that," he thought.

When he returned to his room, Heather was lounging on the bed. "There you are. Get over here," she cooed.

Sam went to her. She rose into his embrace. They kissed deeply. Heather's hands were all over him and instinctively, Sam's hands rose to caress her enormous curves.

"Do you like my titties?" She breathed, "I made them just for you."

Lost in passion, Sam lifted and squeezed her heavy breasts against his face. "Mmm, I love them... they're so big... I wish they were even bigger..."

As he spoke the words, Heather's bust began to expand in his hands. Heavier and fuller they grew.

"Ooo! Wait! Wait!" Heather said, "This is a new sweater. I don't want to ruin it." She stripped off the green sweater and her enormous breasts bounced free, encased only by a huge, seriously stressed black bra. "There. Oh, my. Look how big you've made me! My bra's about to burst off of me! You want me to break my bra? I know how you love it when I do that."

Sam had no idea how Heather would know his secret fantasy but he nodded dumbly anyway. Heather stroked the sides of her fully-packed bra and said..

"Bigger."

Her breasts surged in size and began to flow from the neckline of the bra and through the arm holes seeking release from their far-too-small confinement. The seams of the bra were squealing. Sam had a raging erection.

"Bigger."

As she spoke the word again, it was clear the bra would not last long. Popping sounds were heard as each of the ten hooks on the wide back strap of the bra gave way. Finally, when only one hook remained, Heather's bra exploded off of her with a rending bang. The shredded garment went whickering across the room striking and knocking over a table lamp.

Her breasts bobbled wildly and finally came to rest. They were the size of two overinflated beachballs hanging low on her chest. The bottoms of her massive breasts were to each side of her navel. And she was clearly having trouble standing under the incredible weight.

"Stronger back muscles," she said. She was immediately able to stand up straight and throw her shoulders back. Her massive mounds thrust forward topped by areolae as wide as dinner plates with perfect pink gumdrop nipples in the center.

Sam couldn't believe his eyes.

"Now it's time to do you," she said as she moved toward him. Her nipples seemed to reach him long before the rest of her and her pretty face and slender neck seemed very far away.

Sam felt the long side slopes of her breasts, but as he did the impossibly busty girl fell to her knees before him and began to undo his pants. As she knelt, her breasts rested on her lap and flowed over the sides.

Soon she had released his throbbing erection. She began to lick and suck his full seven inches. "Mmm, your cock is so cute!" She cooed. "I wish it was bigger."

Sam watched in amazement ans his cock swelled from seven to ten inches in length. It was thicker and heavier and it seemed like his balls had grown too. The feeling was incredible. Heather was slurping with wild abandon on his tool. He decided to try something.

"You like big cocks?" Sam said. "Then you'll love this.." With that Sam closed his eyes imagined his genitals even bigger: Fourteen inches long. Two and a half inches thick. Testicles the size of baseballs.

When Sam opened his eyes, Heather was continuing her wild blowjob on his fourteen inch cock just as he'd imagined it.

"Mmmm, so beautiful!" Heather said between slurps. "So big! Mmm! BIgger! Mmm! Bigger! Bigger!!"

Sam watched with delight as his began to swell again. Longer and longer, thicker and thicker. Eighteen inches. Then 22. He passed two feet in length.

"Bigger, bigger, bigger!" Heather was chanting.

"Bigger, Bigger, bigger!" Sam chanted along with her, lost in ecstasy.

When he opened his eyes he was sporting an erection some five feet long and over a foot wide. His balls hung like basketballs between his legs. His package was incredibly heavy.

"Stronger leg and back muscles," he said and was then able to stand "erect" with his incredible cock rising majestically before him.

"Now THAT's a cock!" Said Heather.

"Look at the size of my fucking cock!" Sam marvelled. "But what good is it? It'll never fit in you."

"What are you, kidding?" Said Heather, still kissing the vast expanse of Sam's cock, "there's no way you could fuck me with that. But it's just perfect for fucking my titties!"

With that Heather laid back on the floor. She stripped off her pants and tried as best she could to press the two masses of flesh on her chest together. Sam knelt between her knees and rested the bulk of his huge cock on her torso. Even her incredible cleavage wasn't enough to encase his raging rod.

"Looks like you need more tit to fuck!" Heather said, muffled beneath his massive cock and her own bloated breasts. "Bigger, bigger bigger!"

Heather's breasts swelled bigger and bigger until they were the size of beanbag chairs and her cleavage closed around Sam's incredibly thick shaft.

Sam began to slide his massive meat back and forth between her massive breasts, over her firm flat belly, between her silky thighs. He could feel her tiny tongue flicking on the underside of his gargantuan cock somewhere on the other side of the wall of flesh before him.

"Ugh, ugh,"Sam grunted as he neared orgasm. He could feel gallons of cum raging in his bloated balls.

"Ugh, ugh, bigger.." Sam's cock grew.

"Ugh, ugh, bigger..." squealed Heather. Her breasts grew.

"Bigger!"

"Bigger!"

"Bigger!"

"Bigger!"

Sam finally exploded gallons of cum against the far wall of the room. The semen gushed from his monstrous erection like a firehose.

Heather was squirming and moaning in her own massive orgasm as she kneaded her colossal breasts and reached frantically for her coffee-can-sized nipples.

"Ugh, ugh..." Sam heaved as his ejaculation subsided, "I wish I never had to leave this dimension (or these dimensions!)"

"What?" Heather said. She could barely hear under hundreds of pounds of cock, tits and cum.

"I said I love you," Sam purred as he stroked her thighs.

"I love you too," said Heather...

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"Sam?" she asked.

With that, Sam was broken out of his trance. He refocused his eyes, and there was Suzi, the buxom Asian girl. With being lost into her body, he had no idea why he was thinking of having "big time" sex with Heather. "Damn," he said. "I'm sorry, I got distracted."

"That's okay, I wanted it that way," she said. "I wanted you to have a pleasureable experience in your mind, before you have a pleasureable experience everywhere else."

Sam grinned and he knew he was fucking Suzi tonight...

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Suzi let the door swing open and curled her finger suggestively. "This way big guy, Heather's waiting for you". She then sashayed away, hips swaying languidly, and more impressively, bust swinging from side to side, stretching the fabric of her blouse nearly two feet beyond her arms with each pendulous stroke - he could see more tit-flesh from behind this woman than he would have seen in a full frontal in his original world. Sams mouth was watering, and his heart was beating to the rhythm of those swaying tits. Was it hypnosis she struck him with before? Her body could certainly put anyone in a trance . . . As she lead him into a back room, Sam's head started to spin, the edges of his vision blurred a little and he could taste sweet, sweet wine on his lips. By now his thudding heart sounded like a meaty fist beating against his ribs, and his muscles throbbed with anticipation. Everything seemed to slow to a crawl as Suzy swung around and suddenly became two people - Suzy and Heather, entwined in a statuesque embrace. "Welcome to the trinity, Sam" they said simultaneously. "The three who share the same dream will now come together" Sam didn't know how to respond. Same dream? Come together, what is this, why did he feel so strange? Before he could think any more, both women thrust their breasts out towards him, shirts straining with the load, huge trash-can lid sized areaole as visible as their lacy bra's. Heathers tits were absolutely huge, and Suzy's tits, were, well . . . rubbing against his cock from almost five feet away, nipple stroking his chest. Heather strode up to him, licking her lips and smothering his face with one massive breast. "Would you like to see us burst our bra's? You always were turned on by that weren't you . . . remember how much you came in the vision?" Suzy moaned and flicked Heather's nipple with a long fingernail. "Ooh, and she's so much bigger than she was when she began in the dream . . . bigger . . . bigger". Heathers breasts swelled, oozing around Sam's face, the silky fabric of her blouse caressing his lips and cheeks erotically with their expansion. Moaning in pleasure Sam reached up with both arms and sunk them almost shoulder deep into Heather's swollen tit, back and arms strobing with pleasure and pain as the warm weight made him buckle to his knees. He heard a rip, and saw a cleavage that resembled two dripping watermelons burst through a hole in Heathers black blouse. He clamped on the flesh with a savagery that should have drawn blood, but instead merely made heather scream in pleasure. "Bigger!" This time Suzi's massive mammaries exploded with growth, lifting Sam of the ground and squeezing his throbbing cock between breasts his addled mind couldn't possibly measure. Now he screamed bigger, bigger! Suddenly his pants burst and his purple member thrust deep into Suzies cleavage, creasing her blouse and pulling the fabric up over her honey-colored flesh. The groups position shifted and Sam knew Suzi's lips were planted on Heathers pussy, his lips planted on heathers tits, and his dick thrusting deeper into Suzi, questing to fuck her tits and her pussy simultaneously. Bigger, Bigger! they all cried with one voice and the hooks on the women's bra's finally started to give way - God, what were those bra's made of that they could take that kind of punishment? Kneading Heathers swelling breasts with his arms and Suzi's with his legs, the moans of ecstacy seemed to rock the building- Bigger, bigger! They shuddered, ruddy flesh ripping through clothing, granite nipples pressing against Sam as the soft meat of Suzi's tits were squeezed between the walls and bent her pleasure nubs towards his head and back. The tip of sams huge dick was then clamped in Suzi's pussy and his whole body quaked with sensation- So much to lick, thrust into, nibble, bite, mangle, knead . . . How he found the energy for it all he didn't know, and how his body could possibly hold all the liquid he was spreading inside and outside these women's bodies was equally mind-boggling. Still, his entire body tightened and contracted, flushed with both effort and pleasure as the huge volumes of flesh quivered around him like water-balloons, the long nipples sliding between his teeth, unable to wrap his mouth around the circumference of them, his dick, pinched and kneaded expertly by both pussy and tit, his rising orgasm short-circuited his mind as an explosion erupted from the tip of his ten-foot schlong, filled suzy , mingled with Heather's pussy, then burst into his face as gallons of milk seeped from heather's breasts. This was the trinity, a circle of fluid sex and sexuality shaking and quaking with muscular exertion, their mumbled voices still crying "Bigger-Bigger!" as chocolate brown areole filled the windows of Heathers house and the rib shaped inner walls bucked with the forces they were designed to take. Across this world Millions of bizarre fantasies were brought to reality as trinities met and enacted their shared dreams.

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Sam awoke with a jump. He looked up to see Suzi and Heather standing over him. He wasn't sure how much of that was a dream, and how much was reality, but in any case, it definetely wasn't THIS reality, since both Heather and Suzi seemed reasonablly normal, without the joining of womankind or whatever that was. Well, almost normal. Instead of each of them having a pair of GG-cup breasts, each of them had TWO pairs of GG-cup breasts.

Suzi said, "You must have passed out. I knew you shouldn't have taken that acid. It was way past the expiration date, and you KNOW how bad Leary Pharmaceuticals' quality control has been recently."

Heather added, "Now where were we? I believe I was on the left..."

Sam looked down, and noticed he now had two foot-long weiners under his belt, so to speak. Heather and Suzi each mounted their designated cocks, and Sam had the experience of a life. Twice. At the same time.

In any case, after a couple hours of unbelievable bliss, he had to bid the ladies farewell (although his twin towers never fell, so to speak). He looked around for clothing, not knowing what people wore in this world (if anything). He found three latex masks, and three pairs of shoes. The masks covered the whole head, except for eye sockets. One was pink, one was blue, and one was black. One of the pairs of shoes were red high heels with 6" inch heels. Another pair were simple sneakers. The third pair was a set of cowboy boots. As he was milling over the masks, the girls came in and each put on a mask and a pair of shoes, leaving him with (of course) the high heels and the pink mask. He inwadly groaned at this, but as he put on the strange clothing, he decided when in Rome...

While walking back to his dorm, he noticed that, yes, all the men were wearing high heels and pink or red latex masks (and nothing else), and all the women were wearing darker color masks and masculine shoes, and nothing else. He would have considered the women butch lesbians, if not for their universally huge, perfectly shaped, beautiful quad mounds. Heck, he would think he would feel less than a man wear six inch high heels, but for the fact that his twin, permanently erect manhoods showed that he was more like more than just a man. He went to sleep, finding this a rather strange universe, although definetely not altogether unpleasant.

When he awoke the next universe/day, he found out that the new universe was exactly like the last one, with one minor difference. And one MAJOR one.

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...The first minor difference he noted was in the poster, showing that all depicted were wearing grey masks. The second difference, most significant, made Sam's eyes widen at the sheer strangeness of it -- staring down at own body, Sam watched in fascination as the genitals of...his? body in this world shapeshifted to the time of a heartbeat, first enthusiastically male, then wholly female, then male again, each state lasting only three seconds, and...his? whole body alternated between smaller softness and muscular conditions, breasts growing and dwindling in time to the change. The thought of sex in this universe boggled his...her...his...mind and excited him..her...him... all the same... Shaking head, Sam stood, wobbling unsteadily as the natural shifting of the body changed center of balance and, more dramatically, caused multiple orgasms with each step, the feeling of the changes being so unfamiliar it was itself like being stuck in the act of lovemaking. Sam pinched him...her...him...herself and concentrated, but after a boring time of verifying, found he...she...he wasn't dreaming. Biology had taken a strange twist in this universe for sure, but it would be fun to experience, Sam decided. It also confirmed earlier suspicions...gender in each universe visited was alternating. In the last, very male...now...cyclic hermaphrodite at the least.

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Sam decided he enjoyed this new state he/she was in. Every three seconds or so, his/her penis would shrink down into his body, and then continue to shrink until he/she was all woman, and two breasts would form on his/her chest. He/she kinda wished that he/she still had two dicks and four breasts, but whatever. He/she decided to see if he/she could stay in one gender or the other. Sam comcentrated on his/her genitals, and found he/she could, in fact, stabilze as one gender for up to a minute, but no longer. It took all of his/her concentration to do so, however. Sam decided to go out and see this brave new world, so he put on the mask, and a pair of sneakers he found, intending to go to a restraunt (since he/she was hungry for more than just sex), and maybe pick up a chick/guy. He found a zipper pocket on the side of the sneakers with some money and his keys, which answered a question he had, locked up, and left his dorm room, and walked down the street.

Sam watched as countless couples were in the act of, well, coupling. However, he/she couldn't find a restraunt anywhere. This baffled Sam, until he realized it would be pretty hard to eat with your mouth covered with a latex mask. Eating must be considered a private activity here, he/she realized with a grin (unseen beneath the mask). At least he could breathe through two tiny nose holes in it. On the way back to his/her dorm, he/she bumped into Heather.

"Well, hello there person, aren't you glad to see me?", Heather said, his/her voice changing with the change in his/her body every three seconds. There was only one problem. Heather was changing in sync with Sam, so when Sam was male, Heather was as well. Sam was incredibly pissed at this, until he/she realized the solution...stay one sex for six seconds (duh).

They soon went at it like rabbits (well, cyclic hermaphrodite rabbits). First Sam was in Heather...and then, Heather was in Sam. The experience was almost as good as having two women at once. Almost...but then again, Sam was NOT complaining.

Afterward, Heather said, "Come on in, and take off that mask. I think it's time we saw each other's faces. We have been fucking for a year now. I'll make you dinner."

After dinner, (which, in this world, was almost as sexual as the act of sex itself), he/she fucked/was fucked by Heather again, and they went to sleep.

When Sam awoke, he realized he was now a she (again). Stranger still, so was Heather, sleeping next to her. "I guess I'm a lesbian in this world," Samatha thought. She had a strange taste in his mouth, so she got up and went to the kitchen. She picked up yesterday's newspaper, and noticed that everybody in it was female. Everybody. (The president was Wilma Clinton, for example. Hillary was apparently still the first lady.)

Samatha wondered at this, trying to figure out how an all-female race reproduced. She went to sink, and spat in it, trying to get this odd taste out of her mouth. Her spit was white. It wasn't saliva...it was semen. "I guess that answers that question," Samatha thought. Then she realized something else. Her breasts had grown since she woke up. It had been fairly slow, so she hadn't noticed it. Her breasts still weren't huge, however, only about B or C cup. Looking at Heather, Samatha realized Heather's breasts were quite small. She decided that everybody's breasts must grow as the day went on, and then shrink again when you go to sleep. Samatha looked in the paper, and while there was a sigificant range in the size of the breasts of those pictured. They were all mostly nude, although some seemed to be wearing jewerly or shoes or other small items. What bothered Samatha was that none of them were nearly the size they should be after a full day's worth of growth. In fact, after doing some calaculations, she realized that her breasts would be the size of Volkswagons after eight hours or so (she had only been awake for ten minutes or so, and they had already grown signicantly.) Now, Samatha (who, by this time, was so used to changing sex and what not that she was actually thinking of herself as Samatha) liked big breasts, but she didn't feel like having some that needed a tow truck to be carried around. She had to figure out how to stop the growth.

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Just as he was about to set his mind to that problem, there seemed to be a flash of light. His eyes popped open, revealing himself to be lying on a bed. With one quick mental assessment, he found out he was, in fact, a he again. He looked up to the source of the flash, and found Heather standing there with a camera, a grin, and nothing else at all. Her hands holding the camera rested on her breasts, nore or less the size of watermelons. "Just had to get a pic for posterity, you know." He looked down, and found, to his dismay, he was 'normal' sized. "Posterity?" he asked? "Well, of course, silly. You think it'll ever be that small again?" She winked, and he smiled right back. She leaned onto the bed, straddling him. He came to attention immediately, vanishing almost instantly into her waiting pussy. She leaned back, holding her huge breasts, and said those magic words. "Bigger, and don't stop!" Sam felt himself begin to grow in that holiest of holes. Heather moaned as he grew to 10"...15"...20"... not stopping. He was amazed she could take him all in! He saw that his cock had stopped swelling, but from around the sides of her hips, he could see his balls swelling with renewed vigor. They had to be two feet across each! She leaned back, massaging them expertly with her hands. They grew faster, in response to her touch. " Bigger! Faster!" She moaned, and he obliged. They grew to three feet, then four. Soon the tops could be seen over her head. Sam almost goggled. Was she serious? As he left himself begin to climax, he knew she was. He pumped into her, seeming to come in a flood ( no pun intended.) Her hands flew to her belly, which Sam was not terribly surprisewd to see was swelling, filling up with his cum. It swelled almost instantly to what a 9 month pregnant woman should look like, and kept right on going. Soon, it looked like she had swallowed a beachball. In a minute more, a bean-bag chair! she moaned louder and louder, and Sam felt the flow continuing.... How much more could she take?

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Apparently a lot. He felt like the goddamned Energizer bunny, he kept going and going, and both of them kept growing and growing. In addition to her now mattress-sized stomach, her breasts grew, and grew, until they were bean-bag chair sized. Her nipples alone stuck out eight inches off her chest. His balls grew, and grew, and grew. When he was done (several hours later), his balls touched the ground when he stood up, and his permanently erect dick reached up to his chin.

Heather then said, "Now that you are a more reasonable size, let's go out." She put on a pair of ridiculously high heels and a pair of nipple clamps which were attached to her purse. He looked around for clothing, and found nothing but a sort of wallet on a string, which she tied around his enlarged member when he looked like he didn't know what to do with it.

They walked down stairs (or, to be more precise, waddled, especially her), and got into her car, which seemed to be designed for the insanely built woman. She drove to a dance club. Inside, everybody looked AT LEAST as ridiculous as Heather and Sam, and they were dancing, or doing something that would resemble dancing if you had a three foot high dick and balls that touched the floor, or a baby the size of Godzilla in your womb, breasts the size of office furniture, and heels six or seven inches high. They hadn't fucked since they left the apartment, but when they started dancing, they went right at it again (like everybody else on the dance floor). The experience was so intense, he blacked out.

When he came to, he was still in the club. However, everybody had changed. For starters, Heather no longer looked pregnant, although her breasts and clothing were unchanged. What had changed was the sheer size of her pussy. It stretched from her asshole all the way to the bottom of her breasts. He looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly felt like a giant dick.

Well, that's because he was just that, a giant dick. His face was still there, on the circumcized tip, and he still had arms and legs. And his balls still hung to the floor.

Sam looked around the club, and most of the men had their entire dick-bodies all the way up their girlfriends. Sam had an urge to join them...

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But he didn't. Even though Sam was definitely intrigued by this, he passed out due to the shock.

When he awoke, he was in his bed and in a new world. "Whew," Sam said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He wearily pulled himself out of bed and looked at his Star Trek and this image was far different from any of the others. The men were the men, but the women were BIG. Unlike the other worlds, in which a large chest meant big boobs, a large chest meant huge pecs. Every woman had incredible muscle size and tone that could easily put Mr. Universe to shame. Judging from the poster, every woman was no less than six feet tall and Sam was just dumbfounded by their muscles. He flipped on the TV in time for Baywatch and Pamela Lee went from silicone queen to gym rat. She was so large that she could literally throw any man at least a good fifty feet. All the other women were just as big if not bigger.

Sam decided not to go exploring that day. Instead, he stayed home and tinkered around with the laser. Sam was amazed by his newest discovery. He found out that...

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When Sam awoke one thing caught his attention, every living thing has large breasts. Sam was male, but with feminine breasts. Heather had large breasts. Heck even the dogs, grass, birds, and trees have large breasts.

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This was rather strange. He was most certainly male, but had two huge breasts. His clothing looked normal, except it had holes for his breasts to stick out, and most of it was covered with pictures of large breasted men and women. The people on his Star Trek poster all had huge breasts, their communicators were breast shaped, and on the poster Picard and Dr. Crusher were lying down, breast-feeding each other.

His door was covered with breast shaped carvings, and the door knob was more like a door breast. As he turned the door breast and left his room, he realized his breasts were lactating. Luckily, Heather walked by right then. She was wearing a short skirt with a picture of a boob on her crotch, and two more on her buttocks, and a pair of red high heels with a raised portion of the leather in the shape of a tit on each of the tops of the shoes. She didn't say anything, but just went directly for his breast, and began sucking it. This aroused him immesely (well, not quite as immesely as he had been previously, but never mind). He went straight at her... and she punched his lights out.

When he came to, he was surrounded by ten beautiful, large breasted women, all wearing black, skin-tight latex body suits with six inch heels. They all looked exactly to be Heather. He looked at his reflection in the shine of one of the suits, and Sam(atha) looked just like Heather, too.

"Oh boy," she said.

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Suddenly he woke up! He was no longer in a dream but could go home and play with his barbie dolls! He liked the Ken doll very much and happily picked him up. He enjoyed dressing the Ken doll in different clothes. "Let's see, Ken". he yelled! "What clothes should you wear today?" He picked out some blue jeans and a polo shirt, with brown shoes. Soon, Ken was all ready to go shopping. He placed Ken in Barbie's convertable and drove him off to the kitchen, where he could pretend there was a store! He wanted Ken to shop for more clothes.

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As Sam walked to the kitchen, he happened to pass by a large mirror at the end of one of the hallways. He looked into the mirror and was shocked by what he saw. Not by the little six-year old girl staring back at him, but at the small trail of blood leading into the bedroom at the other end of the hall. "Mommmy? Where are you Mommy?", Sam cried out, slowly walking towards the room. Just before he reached the door a large man dressed all in black blocked the doorway. Sam looked up a the man's face. He was wearing a black cap, with a big red beard and a small scar over his left eye. He looked down at Sam, and pulled a large gun from his coat.

"I hate it when I have to kill little girls who have seen my face.", he said, as he pulled the trigger.

Sam awoke in his bed and looked at himself and his Star Trek poster. Normal. Everything was normal. Sam was a he, the same as he was when he began the experiment. The poster was exactly the same. Uniforms, body shapes, everything was exactly as they should be. Sam couldn't believe it. Was everything he experienced just a dream? He had to get down to the lab just to make sure. When he got to the lab, he began to run some tests on the laser and himself to determine exactly what happened. As he was waiting for some of the results, a small earthquake shhok the lab. "That earthquake..." he thought to himself. Grabbing the results of his tests, he began to form a conclusion as to what really happened.

The laser did hit him. Maybe not in this universe, but in another one. The laser's effects caused his consciousness to lose its grounding in the current plane of existence. Now whenever he becomes unconscious, he can wake up in almost any alternate universe, but on the same day that the experiment occurred. That's why the earthquake hit again. But there is one more key to the dimensional travel. The spot in his brain where the laser beam was centered. His pleasure center. All of the activities he had performed in the past few universes caused him to build up electrical impulses in that part of his brain. The build-up caused him to lose his anchor on his original universe. Increasing sexual activity caused the dimensional leaps to become more and more extreme. He even lost track of who he was. The only way to return to a more normal universe was to reduce the build-up. Either by time without sex, which seems highly unlikely due to the leaps. Or by death. Death returned him to his original universe because his brain activity in his pleasure center was zero.

Sam went back home that night and reflected upon his findings. Theoretically, if he could completely avoid any pleasure, he may be able to fix himself in this universe. However, just as he went to sleep he thought about Heather. All the Heathers he had encountered on his journey through the dimensions. He went to sleep with a smile on his face. And when he woke up...

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He glanced at his barometer of the Universes-his Star Trek poster. His eyes bugged out! All the characters looked like they had evolved from canines! The snouts were shorter but the pointed ears, sharp teeth and fur- not to mention tails were all doglike. He then noticed his own body and then ran to the bathroom to check himself over. "Yep",he thought, "Call me Fido". The one nice thing he did notice as he switched on the TV was that all the females had 8 TITS!!! He would love meeting up with Heather in this universe. He left the room and went outside. A couple were sniffing each other down by the fountain in what looked like the beginnings of some sort of mating ritual. He spotted Heather and felt his toungue start panting from the sight of her. Since they all had fur, she wore nothing on top and her eight lovely features were jutting out quite nicely. She started sniffing him but he lost his balance and got knocked out. When he awoke he saw...

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Sam woke up, realizing that the combined effects of the laser and flashbacks from the massive amounts of LSD he took during his Freshman year had some really annoying side effects. In any case, he looked at his calander and noticed, yes, in fact, he was now re-living the same day over and over again, just in different universes. He knew that depriving himself of pleasure might ground him back to his original universe, but he was a loser there, and since he's been dimension-hopping, he's be getting all the babes, so he decided to screw that and keep on fucking. Speaking of fucking, he wondered how sex was on this world. It would seem to occur quite often, as his poster now showed a massive orgy, instead of the previous standard pose. Sam would have never dreamt exactly HOW often, however, as three beautiful women enetered his dorm room...

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The sky started doing colorful spirals and the trees began to melt.

"What the hell?" thought Sam, "I've seen Salvador Dali paintings that were less screwed up than this. The earth began bucking and shifting wildly. A thundering voice broke across the insane landscape.

"SAM!" the voice cried.

"Oh shit, now God's after me," he thought. The earthquake became more violent and the whole world around him began breaking up, spinning away into a black void.

"SAM!" the voice repeated, "WAKE UP! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"

"Huh?" Sam asked. Suddenly he felt his conciousness sliding up out of sleep.

"Come on Sam, get up, we're going to be late for our endorphin donor appointment." It was Heather shaking him awake. Sam was mildly surprised to find that she was back to her original earthly B-Cup. He was somewhat dissapointed to find that he had reverted to his original size, had no breasts, and had a Star Trek Poster matched his original he had left so many dimensions behind. Then Heather's statement sunk in.

"Endorphin Donor?" he asked.

"Of course, silly. I can't believe you forgot, you must have drank more last week than you let on." She tugged him out of bed and tossed him a clean sweatsuit. He put it on and they hurried down to her car.

They reached the donation center 15 minutes later. The building was build in a very modern style, all glass and steel. During the drive, Sam hadn't seen anything at all unusual about the couples walking on the street and had the sinking feeling that, aside from whatever this endorphin donation thing was all about, he had landed in a pretty dull dimension. They were greeted inside the center by a smiling receptionist who took their names and asked them to take a seat and wait. Like all doctor's lobbies, this one contained large, colorful wall posters cheerily describing what went on in the facility. The posters seemed to indicate that the endorphin harvesting was an essential part of humanity's eternal youth.

"Well," Sam thought, "that certainly is different." Then something else occured to him. "Heather, how long was I asleep?"

"Hmmm... if I had to guess, I'd say about 5 days."

"Five days!?"

"Well yes, you were drunk and very tired from staying up for two weeks straight."

"Two weeks? Wasn't that a little unusual?"

"Yes, somewhat, I usualy only stay awake for 10 days before sleeping, but you had some big project you were working on, and we celebrated when you finished." She trailed off as a middle-aged man in a lab coat entered the room.

"Good morning," he said, "are the two of you ready?" Heather nodded enthusiasticaly and Sam followed her lead. They were taken to a room unlike any Sam had ever seen before. It was circular with white, painted walls. The floor was soft and slightly springy, just like a good futon. Heather began to strip. Sam shrugged and did likewise. When they were bare, the doctor handed them each small black capsules.

"Just take the enhance caplet and you can get started," the doctor said.

"Um..." Sam hesitated, "I've... always wondered exactly what these little guys do."

"Very little that you haven't already experienced. First they trigger our body's protean mechinism and shifts you to the harvest state. Then, when you produce endorphins, a small amount is crystalized and excreted in your sweat. Once you've reached your pleasure tolerance and passed out, usually about two days for most folks, we simply come in to the room and wash you both off, extracting the much needed endorphins from the water."

"Harvest state?" Sam thought, but Heather was impatiently tapping her foot, so he decided to forego any more questions. The pill tasted vaguely like cinnamon and was very easy to swallow. Heather gulped hers, then strolled to the center of the room and sat down, patting the floor in front of her to indicate Sam should follow. Shortly after he sat down, he felt a tingling in his stomach that began to spread to the rest of his body.

Heather moaned and began rubbing her breasts. Sam felt the tingling concentrating in his groin. He began to get an erection, but it didn't stop the way it usualy did after a couple of seconds. His dick kept throbbing and getting larger and larger. His testicles brushed the floor and began expanding to fill the space between his legs. When he looked up he noticed that Heather had been busy growing too. Her B-Cup breasts had swolen to ample DD size and were still expanding. Heather moaned again and lay down backwards, still rubbing her expanding mammaries. Sam's penis continued to grow at a progidous rate and soon the size of a baseball bat. Heather's breasts continued to grow and she rolled on to her hands and knees and began rubbing her large nipples against the floor. Slowly, she was raised off the floor by her expanding breasts until they were holding her in a bent-over standing position.

"Mmmmm... Oh! I'm ready!" She murmered. Sam's transfixed stare broke and he looked down to check his own progress. To his shock, his penis now resembled a four foot section of telephone pole, his testicles the size of medicine balls. Sam struggled to his feet and waddled around to the back of Heather. Her pussy had grown some, but not nearly enough to accomidate his new vastness. Experimentaly, he pressed the basketball-sized head of this dick against her dripping pussy.

"Uhn! Don't tease me! Stick it in!" Heather commanded. Sam shrugged and pressed forward more forcefully. To his surprise, her cunt spread like elastic and the end of his dick slid tightly in to her. Sam stepped forward and shoved another two feet of dick inside her. Another step and he had completely burried his massive member inside her. When Sam stepped back to make another thrust, he could see the bulge of his penis running the length of Heather's body like a snake who's eaten a large meal.

Sam noticed that his arms and legs had be lengthening so that he could thrust using most of his dick without walking back and forward. Sam's balls began to brush the ground from his standing position, and he decided it was time to drain some of that semen into her.

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Sam was digging the new length of all of his appendages, but noticed that the growth was not limited to him. Heather had been growing to accommodate his growing manhood, all over her body. She had to be almost seven feet tall now, but the base of her breasts had surpassed the size of car tires, and filled outward accordingly, her arms and legs lengthening as well to help pull Sam toward the promised land.

"I may pass out, but this is gonna be well worth the trip."

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Eventually, Sam and Heather's bizarre transformation stopped, but not before it had transformed their bodies into the perfect fucking machine. Sam thought it was almost unerotic how efficient this process had become. This thought, though, along with all others slid from his head as the pleasure built and kept building. He and Heather settled in to a rhythm that just kept going and going. Sam completely lost track of time, lost in the mindless flow of pleasure.

After what seemed like days (surprisingly, his sense of time was mostly accurate), Sam felt the low surge of approaching orgasm deep within testicles that weighed nearly as much as he did. The rush grew, and grew, proportionaly matching his altered anatomy. Susan began bucking wildly, impaled up her core by his enormous shaft. Her gargantuan breasts shook like twin waterbeds in an earthquake. Her moaning slowly rose to an extended shriek of mind-shattering extascy. He finally came with a force that caused him to tighten his grip on her hips to prevent being blown out backwards. Through the blinding haze of ultimate pleasure, he could see Heather's belly swell to the size of her breasts and beyond as his beanbag sized testicles ejected 3 days of built up semen. Finaly, after a 20-minute orgasm, he was drained dry and Heather looked like she was carying a small automobile to term. Her legs dangled uselessly behind a body suspended horizontaly off the ground by unbelievable brests and womb. She had crossed her pleasure threshold and passed out several minutes earlier.

Just as cataclysmic as the orgasm he had just experienced was the fatigue that followed. 3 days of non-stop fucking suddenly hit him like a freight train and he silently passed out, held upright by four feet of dick buried within Heather.

He awoke with a start to find three eyeing him where he lay, in his old bed. He had no chance to check the Star Trek poster as they suddenly advanced on him.

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The three men were dressed in impeccibly clean black suits and they all carried briefcases. "W-who are you?!" Sam demanded. The three men looked confused. One of them eventually said "Um, sir? I'm your economic policy advisor?" Sam looked more confused than he usually did. "Dr. Gibbert? Sir, are you feeling all right? Maybe I should fetch your physician..."

Sam shook his head. "Um.. that's ok... and who are you two?" The other two men looked dumbfounded. "Um, sir... I'm Walter... head of your department of Legal Affairs? And this is Dr. Chu, head of Operations Management. Sir? are you SURE that you're all right? You've got a major, major project to announce today." Project? Economic policy advisor? What the hey? He stumbled out of bed and looked down. He was wearing the most expensive pair of monogrammed silk pajamas he could ever conceive of. "Um... Walter, is it? Yes... I'm perfectly fine... just had a bit of a bad dream..."

All three men looked releived. "Excellent." The first of the three said. "We've invested billions in this, and the fate of the entire corporation hinges on it. And sir, I must say, it was brilliant and bold of you to propose it."

Sam smirked. This sounded interesting... corporation? massive project? he had to get more information on this... He nodded. "Thank you.. if you don't mind... I'd like to get ready. How much time do I have?"

"About twenty minutes." said his legal advisor, and all three men left the room. His room looked just as it always did... he checked-out his Star Trek poster... everything looked dandy... except at the bottom. Where it normally had the Paramount Pictures logo... it said 'New World Order Media. A unit of the Syndicate Economic Group.'

Sam whirled to check his computer... and to his surprise it was the most expensive, elaborate home computer he could ever possibly want. Hitting a key, what he assumed to be Syndicate Economic Group corporate logo screensaver blinked off... The screen was full of applications.. monitoring stock and bond prices, monitoring vast numbers of social and demographic statistics. There were charts showing revenues of waht he guessed were units of Syndicate Economic Group. Software division, metallurgical division.. he read down the list. Banking, financial serices, natural resources, consumer electronics, telecommunications, maritime shipping, bioengineered medecines... his jaw dropped. If he was reading this data properly... it meant that he, alone, owned controlling interests in every service and industry on the planet. He was worth trillions of dollars!

Furthermore, about twenty developing nations owed him huge sums of money.. meaning he had de-facto governance over them. "I control Bangladesh?" Sam gasped. He ran to the window and threw-open the curtains. Where he should have seen his dinky, brown lawn.. there was a vast manicured green expanse. hedge mazes, an artificial lake, a golf course. Shit. He poked his head out the window.

This wasnt HIS house.. but a huge, modern mansion. Whoa... was that a solid-gold fountain? "Holy Christ! How the hell did I get this much wealth and power?! Hmm... I guess i liked my old room so much, that i re-created it inside this mansion. Hmm... I guess I'd better get ready for whatever project I have to announce." he went into the bathroom.. to his surprise, it was all steamy. Someone was in the shower. Opening the glass shower-door... he gasped. "Jasmine Bleeth?" Jasmine turned to face him, smiling.. not attempting to hide her nudity in the least. Sam's jaw dropped.. Jasmine had obviously had some massive enhancements done. Did they plant muskmelons in her chest? "Good morning honey." she giggled as she dragged him into the shower. "She gave him the longest, wettest french kiss he'd ever received... and then whispered seductively into his ear "Last night was the best night of my life, tiger... why don't you take-off that robe and let me show you how hot I am for you?"

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Sam told her "I've only got twenty minutes baby, the presentation ,you know." "Of course, silly", said Yesmine. At that she threw him against the wall at the same time managing to undo the silk PJ's so his member was exposed to the steamy air. "This won't take more than 5 minutes", she promised lustily. She grabbed her muskmelon size tits and began to swirl them like propellers. She looked down and said"I'm glad your guy is at attention Sam! Now, let's get DOWN to business!!" At that she was on her knees before him. Grabbing his dick she shoved her luscious lips over it and began licking with her tongue. She sucked him so fast and hard he didn't even last but a few minutes! She then turned around and still bent over backed up into his manhood. Sam recovered enough began assisting and soon was exploding into her. A sharp knock on the door occured and Walter called out'Sir? We have to leave now. The presentation will soon begin. Do you need any Help?" Sam thought he was handling things just fine but realized he couldn't mess up this universes life so, with Yesmine's help he was soon ready to go. Just then...

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... one of the light bulbs above the mirror burnt-out. Sam shrugged. "oh well, looks like that'll have to be replaced." he busily started to dry himself and left his insatiable, lusty, ultra-busty girlfriend behind, doing her hair. after putting-on an conservative suit, he began to wonder what kind of big project he'd be announcing... he checked his computer.

"Hmm.. where can I find this information? i dont know what this project is called... maybe it's in this file called 'The Big Project'?" He clicked-on the icon, and it opened. It was a timetable, day 1 was today, in about twelve minutes. "Yup.. this must be it..." he scanned the project.. the marketing research underlying this project was that in this world, all women were highly jealous of each other's looks and viciously competitive with each other. Vast sums were being spent on plastic surgery of all types... money which Syndicate Economic Group's chain of discount 'New-U' plastic surgery franchises raked-in. #1 most popular procedure on the list by far: breast enhancements. A sample ad: "What better way to celebrate your Sweet-16th than with our special double-D package?" Starting as early as high school, women with smallish breasts shelled-out big bucks for enhancements to compete with the naturally well-endowed... trying to maintain their lead, the naturally-well endowed lined-up for enhancements... and so on..

But despite the McDonaldization of plastic surgery in this world, such enhancements were still highly expensive, time-consuming and resource-intensive. That was before the multi-billion dollar development of the New-U Home Image Enhancement Kit. This handy device was the same size and shape of a bicycle pump... it delivered one injection of New-U's own special formula of extra-jiggly silicone. now, women could increase their bust size in the privacy of their own home. It would revolutionize the discount surgical industry and allow fast, cheap access to body-enhancement. He stepped-out into what he correctly guessed was his mansion's press-conference room. the trio of men who'd woken him were standing to the right of a podium. Sam walked onto the stage, facing the dozens of reporters sitting eagerly before him.. indeed, all the female reporters sported extraordinarily impressive bustlines... Sam looked at the teleprompter and cleared his throat. The studio director was signalling him that he had four, three, two and...

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the cameras flicked-on. Sam cleared his throat and read the teleprompter woodenly. "Urm.. good morning, today I wish to announce the development of a breakthrough new..." he paused as the teleprompter spelled-out the words "...product intended to bring happiness to hundreds of millions of women world-wide. I give you, Dr. Marin Minandi... my close friend and head of Surgical Research."

Dr. Minandi stepped forward and cleared his throat. "Thank you Sam." he held-up what looked like a pink bicycle pump and started to extol the virtues of the new product. Sam stepped back next to Walter.

Walter whispered into his ear "Congratulations sir, I think we have a real winner here with this New-U Home Kit. it'll be in every New-U outlet by tonight." after the press conference, Sam was ushered into a cocktail party celebrating the arrival of the new product. It seemed all the upper-echelons of his company were there, including the group of medical researchers and engineers who had developed the Kit. Jasmine waved from across the room. she was squeezed into a scandalously abbreviated cocktail dress. she walked over, her luscious chest jiggling with every step, threatening to burst the seams. Jasmine pressed a cold drink into Sam's hand, and put her arm around his waist.

"Ooh honey, I'm the luckiest gal in the world." she cooed as she pressed her bosom against him. Indeed she was. There were about two hundred people at the party.. almost all of them were men in their 50s and 60s. Mostly PhD's, these were the financiers, lawyers, accountants and topmost managers who kept SEG- and much of the world economy- humming. Sam smiled. Truly, he had some of the most brilliant business minds on the planet working on his team... he turned to his honey.

"So.. Yesmine... how do you feel about a lifetime supply of these new Kits?" She beamed. "Oh darling... they look soooo convenient! I mean, no more having to lie-down on those cold tables. I'm REALLY looking forward to it... can I use one tonight? I can't WAIT to show-up that Pamela bitch ... you KNOW I love you more than she ever could..." Sam was confused. "Pamela..... Lee?" Walter sensed Sam's confusion. He whispered in his ear "Um... yeah, you... dumped Yesmine for Pam a few months ago... remember? that was before she got her boobs re-enlarged for the twelfth time." Sam smiled even wider. He'd had Pammy too? Wow...

He whispered to Jasmine. "Don't worry, baby.. you're always number one..." he could play the two super-babes off each other until kingdom come! Walter separated Jasmine and Sam "just for a second." he took Sam aside and quietly told him. "Sir... I've known you for a long time... and you're just NOT yourself. The entire global business community saw you on that broadcast... we've had thousands of nervous shareholders call, asking us if you're all right." Sam patted him on the shoulder.

"Walter... I'm just perfect. I haven't felt this great in years." Until the afternoon, Sam's schedule was a whirlwind. Shaking hands at the party until 1... a meeting with visiting Federal Reserve bank representatives until 2... lunch with Tiger Woods... followed by meeting after meeting... interestingly, he got a vague email from an 'associate' named Vito that one of the bullies who beat him-up in high school had been 'taken care of'... whatever that meant. he arrived home in his helicopter late that night, feeling totally fatigued by the non-stop meetings. Walking-in, he was greeted by his smiling beau... she somehow managed to get herself into the teeniest little bikini imaginable, and was waiting for him in the jacuzzi out back.

"Oooh, welcome back honey... I've been SOOO horny for you all day long..." She stood-up and undid her top, letting her breasts free. She brought both of her hands up and started kneading them. "Come here, stud... I just pumped-up a few minutes ago... see?" sure enough, her previously mammoth endowments were another cup-size larger.. Just then, the door slid-open... and in walked Pamela, wearing an equally tiny bikini... her breasts were just erection-sproutingly large as Yasmine's...

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Pamela pouted "Sam, I want you back.. you were the best lover I could ever wish for... take me back, and dump this flat-chested bitch!" Yasmine leaped out of the jacuzzi. "You again! You're not taking Sam away from me this time!" she walked over and grabbed a fistful of Pam's blonde hair and started to pull on it.. Pamela grabbed Jasmine's hair... "Old-fashioned cat-fight." smirked Sam aloud... it was a HELL of an ego-trip watching these two compete over him.. he just stood, dumbfounded in his business suit, watching the two.

Eventually, Pamela slapped yasmine- hard- across the face, sending her flying into the jacuzzi... Pam jumped-in and started to hold Yasmine's head below the water. "Holy... this is going too far!" Sam shouted... he jumped-in and separated the two women. "Are you nuts? Stop fighting!! I didn't want it to come to this.. but, with great reluctance... i'll let you BOTH have me!" The two women came to their senses and started crying. Sam put his arms around both of them.

"Please.. stop crying.. let's go inside." the two baywatch lifeguards nodded. the each took one of Sam's arms and he led them inside... "i'll tell you two what..." he smiled... "let's put some whipped-cream on those bruises..." both girls giggled and kissed him on the cheeks.

Pamela sniffed "I'm sorry.. I just got so.. jealous when you got tired of me.. i thought having my breasts bigger would make you like me again..." Yasmine looked nonplussed "I love Sam with all of my heart... and I'll do anything for him. If he wants to devote half of his attention to you, then I guess if that makes him happy... then..." she sighed "i guess i can live with that. for now. You wanted some whipped cream, honey?" sam nodded and stroked her massive breast. Half a minute later, both women were painting each other with dessert topping right on Sam's bedroom floor.. Sam was so excited, he couldn't stop trembling... just as both women reached-out to touch his swollen member, he felt himself ejaculate massively.. and passed-out...

When he woke-up, it was morning... he was in his bed... but his bed wasn't in his room... it looked and smelled like.. there was only one word for it... a dungeon? and he was TIED down? were those skeletons shackled to the wall? he could feel a rat cralling over his legs, urinating on him... A door somewhere above him unlocked.. and a burly, smelly man walked-in wearing a black bag over his head with two eyeholes in it... he snarled and whipped-out a rather large spike-covered club. "You KNOW what this is for...don't you? Muwahahahaha!" he snarled. "Crap! This is the worst yet!"

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Just as the executioner was about to swing his mace, Sam passed out out of shock.

When he awoke he saw a big brute of man standing above him with his cock wavering above him. Just then he realized that he was a she now . When she looked down at him he now how had size LL-cup tits. Just then the man spoke "So aren't you gonna suck lil Heath for big Heath and give him a big blow job". Just then it hit her that this is Heather from the other realities. So right there she stood up but soon fell foward with the new incredible weight she now had on her chest. When she Finally got up.....

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her was so ridiculus now, hard to stand op. Unfotnatlye, her so difcult to pik up, Heeth give up and leav the room. jShe look at her ohn and saw she grohn to anuthr biger sise. Her now a ZZZZZZZZ wich to muchh for her to gt up frum the flooor/

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(I didn't even understand that last part, so I'm gonna play it by ear.)

Sam awoke, and everything seemed normal. Nothing unusual or out of the ordinary. He checked his cock and was halfway relieved that it was its original size. Everything on the poster was the same. Sam was happy that everything seemed normal, but was worried that something would eventually happen, so he kept his eyes peeled.

He carried on with his usual schedule, going through classes and everything. He even saw Heather, but she was a bit different. Her breasts were about a DD-cup (nothing too unusual) but her waist seemed smaller and her hips were more flared out, and of course, there was a more shapely ass. Sam decided to go up and talk to her; by now it was easy for him since he did everything else to her as well.

"Hi, Heather," said Sam.

"Sam," said Heather, "I've been looking everywhere for you. Listen, I have a huge test to study for tonight and I could really use your help. Would you help me? Please?"

"I've never been one to turn down a request from a lady," Sam said smoothly. "I'll be glad to help you. Be at my house at 6:00; 1218 Sexx Drive. (Don't say it; I know.)

"Thanks, Sam. You're a lifesaver." Heather gave him a quick peck on the cheek and scooted off.

Even though Sam did everything to Heather imaginable before, that little peck really gassed him. "This is gonna kick ass," he said.

Heather arrived at his house that night a little before six. His mother had went out of town, so they had the house to themselves. Sam led Heather to his room and they got comfortable. Heather lounged on the bed, while Sam took his desk chair and they both started work. For the next five hours, Sam and Heather went over every nook and cranny of biochemistry known to man. When they finally finished, Heather closed the book and sprawled out on the bed. "Shit, that drained me," she said. "I need to relax."

Sam's thoughts exactly. Even though there was nothing to indicate whether or not he should do it, Sam moved in on the stretched out Heather. He crawled next to her and kissed her on the neck, then the cheek, then the mouth. Heather returned from her previous state and said, "Sam, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry," said Sam as he started to back off.

"I didn't say stop," she said and she pulled Sam close. He could feel the warm softness of her body even through her clothes. Sam lost himself in her lusciousness and proceeded to make sweet love. This was different from any other time that he had sex with Heather. There was no growing appendages, no super lactation, no morphing. There was just a beautiful girl and a lucky guy making love between the sheets. After several hours of lovemaking, Sam felt himself falling asleep. It was gonna be a shame that this world had to end, he thought. But just before he drifted off to sleep, he heard Heather whisper, "I love you, Sam."

Sam whispered back, "I love you too, Heather." Then he drifted to sleep.

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When he awoke, right away he was pissed. A beautiful night like the previous one with Heather was far more satisfying then anything he dealt with before. "What kind of shit am I going to have to deal with here?" he said to himself.

Just then, he felt a stirring in his bed. Puzzled, Sam pulled back the sheets and there was Heather. Sam did a quick check, same blonde, same dimensions. Shocked, Sam threw his arm over her and gently bit her neck. Heather stirred around a bit before waking up. "Sam?" she said.

"I'm here," he said.

"What time is it?"

"Almost ten."

"Good. I got a few hours. The test is at four." She got out of bed, completely bare of clothing. Sam followed her and pulled her close.

"Last night was wonderful," he said. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said, kissing him. Again, Sam lost herself in her blatant sexuality and took her to the shower, where they made love again. So when everything got clean, they collapsed on the bed, clad in only their towels and went back to sleep.

Sam woke up at two, and Heather was still there! Am I stuck here? he thought. Not that Sam had a problem with it, he just wanted to know.

"Heather, wake up. It's two. maybe you should start getting ready."

"Alright," she said, waking up. Heather got dressed and left.

Sam sat in his room awhile to think. Maybe because he said, "I love you" did the trick. But he said it in another dimension, he thought. Then again, his cock was as big as he was at the time. Plus, that time was raw lust. This was passion purified and Sam meant what he said.

Heather came by the house around seven. As soon as he opened the door, Heather threw her arms around him and planted a big wet one. "I aced that test! All thanks to you!" she said.

She led him to the couch and they sat down. "Last night," she said, "was wonderful. And it made me realize just how much I care for you, Sam. We've been friends for a while, but I never thought that we would be lovers. And I realized that I've been looking for someone like you for a long time. What I'm trying to say is this. I wanna be with you, your boo, forever and a day. Do you want me?"

Sam couldn't believe it. Heather was practically proposing to him right there.

"Heather, no other girl has ever made me feel the way you make me feel. I wanna be yours till the end."

Heather, whose eyes started watering, gave Sam the warmest hug she was capable of giving. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

To hell with the laser, Sam thought. Right here, I got a beautiful girl that loves me. I think I'm gonna like it here."

THE END

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Sam never did perfect the laser, nor did he give a fuck about it. Sam did however manage to create a device that revolutionized plastic surgery that netted him millions. It made breasts twice as big, for half the cost.

The love between Sam and Heather never died and they have a very healthy loving relationship. They are happily married and are living in Orlando, Florida. She is pregnant with Sam's first child and is due any day now. It's gonna be a girl and they plan on naming her Sarenna Michelle Gibbert.

That's about it. Thanks to Walter George for setting it off and to everyone else for contributing worthwhile material. It's a shame it has to end, but all things must.

THE END (FOR REAL THIS TIME)

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Sam was relaxing in the sun out by the pool of his Florida home. Heather had gone shopping at the mall. He took a long sip from his beer. This is the life, he thought.

Suddenly, in the distance he heard someone calling his name. It sounded like Heather. He looked around but could not see her anywhere. The voice became louder. Then there was a click and everything went black.

He felt someone pulling something off of his head. He looked up, Heather was staring him in the face but she looked different, younger and flat chested.

He looked at her with a dazed expression. She looked back at him with annoyance.

"Sam, I think you're spending too much time in virtual reality! You promised to help me with my homework."

Sam looked around the room. Everything, even the Star Trek poster was back the way he remembered. None of his marriage to Heather had been real. He was so disappointed that he felt like crying...

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He went to sleep crying. He awoke to find himself on a grassy field. He was surrounded by naked beautiful very busty women. Off in the distance a bell went off. The women all grabbed hold of their very large breasts and started running toward the sound. Sam followed.

They approached a large red building. There were metal bars that directed the women into a long series of rooms. Sam looked into the rooms and saw that each room had some sort of twin suction device. As the women entered the rooms they attached the devices to their swollen breasts. There was a second bell. The devices started working. Sam saw through the clear hoses as the milk started flowing from each of the woman's breasts. Some of them even let out a long Oooo at the feeling of relief.

Suddenly, Sam was hit by an electrical prod. It was being held by a little green man. He kept hitting Sam with the prod until Sam started running down another shoot. Sam entered a clear glass booth. The door closed and he was bathed in a blue green light. Outside the booth two little green men watched and said something in a weird language.

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