The Great Gazoob Returns
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by guhbone

I was sitting in the University food court one lazy afternoon, idly reading my notes from History 100 while eating a sandwich, when a group of chattering girls sat at the table across from mine.  The four of them arranged themselves around the table and I noticed one of them was pretty cute.  I stole another glance.  Actually, she was very cute.  With her light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, she really underscored her delicate facial features and pretty smile.  Her slender shoulders tapered into a trim waist.  She was very nice to look at.  The only thing she was missing was some nice tits - hers barely left a ripple in her tight V-neck T-shirt.  I don't even think she was wearing a bra.  As cute as she was, she'd be dynamite with some big knockers.  None of the other girls really stood out one way or another.

I went back to eating my lunch, but I found it hard to concentrate on my notes.

I stole another glance at the girls...and nearly fell off my chair.  I couldn't believe it.  The pretty girl's breasts were big.  And getting bigger.  They pushed out her T-shirt in a sloping dome, capped by perky nipples.

All four girls were oblivious to it.

I openly stared as her teardrop breasts grew larger and larger.  The V-neck began to gape as her orbs stretched the fabric of her shirt, with even the slightest movement from her causing them to wobble furiously.  Her fat nipples tented the fabric even more.

Breast flesh began to pool on the table, their huge mass spreading across the tabletop and tearing the fabric of the girl's shirt.  The rest of the girls nonchalantly moved their stuff to make room for the tits.  The pretty girl leaned back, causing her breasts to fall into her lap with an audible slap.  I gaped.

"She's a pretty girl, Mark, but you are staring pretty hard."

I gave a start and turned my head to see my friend Liberty standing next to me, her bookbag slung casually over a scrawny shoulder.  I did my best to subtly hide the boner I had developed.

"Yeah...um...ha, ha," I sputtered.  I turned to look back and did a double take.  The pretty girl was completely normal.  No giant tits, no busted fabric, no indication at all that she had just grown two pontoons in a matter of minutes.

"Did...did you see what just happened?" I asked.

"See what?" Liberty's face scrunched up in mild confusion.

"It...ah, never mind," I finally said.  That was a ferociously vivid hallucination.  I must need some sleep.  Or maybe sex.  It's been a while.

"Want to walk with me to my next class?" Liberty asked.

"Sure."

I gathered up my stuff and fell in beside Liberty.  She and I had been friends since high school, when her family moved in down the street from my parents.  Friendly and outgoing, she and I got along well and shared many interests.  We were never more than friends, though.  Well, she was my date for prom, but that was more of a favor to me than anything else.  I mean, she was pretty if a little plain, quite skinny, but the vibe between us never really sparked.

"Do you always stare at pretty girls like that?" she asked as we filed along the hallways of the university.

"What? Oh, no," I replied, "I just got caught daydreaming, that's all."

"Uh huh," she said with a smirk and adjusted her bookbag, "You were practically on the edge of your seat."

I did my best to regain my composure.  "Well, a guy can dream, can't he?" I shot back.

Liberty just rolled her eyes.

"This is my class.  See you around Mark," she said as she walked into her classroom.

"See you later."

I started walking back to the food court, thinking about what I just saw - at least, what I thought I saw.  It seemed so real.  I got back there, but those girls were gone and the table vacated.  I continued on to the library hoping that some studying would clear my head.

The halls were mostly empty, but the first girl I passed had one nice rack.  It was hard to miss, in fact, straining her mini-T in what had to be a D-cup bra.  I had to force myself not to stare, my cheeks heating with the memory of today's earlier embarrassing moment.  The girl bounced by me, paying me no mind.  I glanced back just to make sure and heaved a sigh as I turned back.

The sigh caught in my throat.

Another top heavy girl was coming my way, with jugs even bigger than the last.  Her backpack was slung over both her shoulders, causing her to stick her chest out.  My eyes popped out of my head before I quickly forced my view downwards.  I passed her soon as her long legs ate the distance between us.  Those tits were amazing, if a little out of place on her slender frame.  I allowed myself to look up again.

...and again another bosomy girl was walking my way.  Round jiggly orbs bulged from her short, plump body like two large watermelons stuffed in her shirt.  Even a conservative estimate would put her in the G-cup range.  I took a deep breath, stared straight ahead and walked past her at a brisk pace.  She gave me a quizzical sideways glance as we passed each other.  I ignored it.

...but mostly because two gigantic pairs of tits had just rounded the corner in front of me.  They were attached to two girls, but you'd be forgiven to have labeled them that way.  The dark haired girl on the left looked like she was smuggling basketballs, except that by the way they bounced you knew that wasn't the case.  The blonde haired beauty had a textbook pressed to her chest, causing her breasts to form a deep recess of creamy cleavage, and bulge out to either side of her and down nearly to her navel.  The four huge tits heaved around madly as they walked towards me.

I ducked into the nearby washroom.  I had never seen tits that big in my life.  What was going on?  I made my way to urinal and unzipped my pants.  No surprise as I pulled out my boner, all six inches of it resting in my hand, as visions of me pounding those buxom girls danced around in my head.  I forced them out.

My cock softened as I peed.  I exhaled and leaned my head back, blinking a few times, and finished up.  I tilted my head back down, only to notice that even though I was soft I was still the same six inch length.  What the hell?

My flaccid dick rested in my hand, thick and long.  Inspecting it, it began to harden again, but growing thicker and longer like a normal erection should, as if my dick really was six inches long flaccid.  Fully hard, my dick stretched out likely nine inches from my groin, and its newfound girth filled my hand.  Holy shit.

I snuck into one of the stalls and locked the door.  This was unbelievable.  I felt around my dick, squeezing, stroking and prodding it.  I sat down on the seat, staring as my huge cock jutted out in front of me.  I dared not jack off here, so I did my best to let my erection subside.  Slowly but surely it did...but it had happened again.  I stood up as nine inches of flaccid cock slapped against my inner thigh.  It dangled between my legs as I felt yet another erection beginning to build.  Crap, I was huge already.  I started running hockey stats in my head over and over as my dick lengthened and thickened into a semi-erection nearly eleven inches long.  Goals, assists, points, GAA,...

It was working.  I sighed in relief as my dick deflated into a foot long sausage.  My balls looked pitifully small in comparison.  I stuffed myself back into my pants and exited the washroom.  My massive dick formed an uncomfortable bulge in my crotch.

I walked briskly straight to my car, red faced, ignoring an improbably large number of large breasted girls on my way.  I don't remember this school ever having so many busty girls.  Fumbling with my keys, I unlocked my little Mazda, kicked it into gear and drove back to my apartment.  I practically ran up the stairwell, and slammed my door behind me, not bothering to lock it.

Collecting myself, I strode into my bedroom and took off my pants and underwear.  My dick flopped out, resting against my leg halfway to my knees.  Grabbing a ruler from my desk, I held its length against it.  10 1/2 inches long.  Dear lord.

I sat down on my bed and my dick flopped between my legs.  I lifted it and let it drop against my thigh with a light smack.  I then grabbed my cockhead and lifted it up causing my cock to bow.  I leaned back and let it lay on my stomach, its length snaking its way past my navel.  I picked it up again, this time with both hands.

Softly, I stroked it.  My dick stiffened in response.  I stared, mesmerized as it lengthened in my hands.  I stroked faster, picturing in my mind all those girls with massive tits.  My cock grew so thick and hard that I could no longer wrap my fingers around it.  Faster I stroked, imagining that girl in the food court, her beautiful breasts resting in her lap, beckoning me.  My hands pumped furiously up and down my hard 14 inch shaft.  The girl stood up and her massive tits hung to her waist.  I came.

I cleaned myself up, satisfied and thankful that my dick was deflating back to its 11 inch length.  I prepped myself a shower and stripped.  It was curious to see that massive club dangling from my crotch in the mirror.  I showered, and thankfully my recent orgasm prevented me from growing hard again as I lathered it up.

My cell phone beeped at me with a text message when I re-entered my bedroom dripping wet.  Liberty was on her way over with some beer and pizza.  Quickly, I got dressed, shoving my snake as best I could into some boxer briefs.  I had just thrown on my shirt when my apartment door opened.

"Hey!  Beer's here!" I heard Liberty yell from my entranceway.

"I'll be right out," I yelled back.  I checked myself out in my dresser mirror, shook my head at the obvious bulge in my pants, and hoped that my loose T-shirt would hide it.  I took a deep breath and headed to my small living room, where Liberty had plopped herself down and turned on the TV to the Rangers-Penguins game, a slice of pizza in hand.  I quickly sat down on the sofa and caught the beer Liberty tossed to me.

After the two of us demolished the first extra large, Liberty asked, "You're awfully quiet tonight."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I was just into the game.  That Malkin guy can really control the puck," I lied.

"Uh huh," came the skeptical huff.

Trying to change the subject I offered, "Hey Libby, how can you eat so much and still be so skinny?  I'm jealous.  I'm definitely starting to put on the Freshman 15."

She shoved the last of her slice into her mouth and looked down at her flat stomach and scrawny thighs.  "I have always wondered what it would be like to be big.  A huge round ass, a big belly, fat legs, big tits - all wobbly and...and, you know, big?  Does that make me weird?"

"Yeah,  it does," came my snark reply.  This was rewarded with a throw pillow to the face.

"Shut up and watch the game," she laughed.

By the time the third period was winding down, I was a little buzzed.  Well, more than a little.  I felt much more heady than the three beers I drank accounted for.  I studied Liberty as she sat engrossed in the hockey game.  Delicate lines were accented in the fading light of the day, her wispy brunette hair flowing to her shoulders, a taut body clearly outlined in the tight tank top and skinny jeans she was wearing, right down to her feet, which she always complained about being too big, but were just fine.  Why did I never find myself attracted to her after all these years?  She is rather cute, in her own way.

She caught me staring, and looked me in the eye, saying nothing.  She dipped her head slightly and smiled, asking suddenly, "Why did we never get together after all these years, Mark?"  I was speechless.

Liberty stood up and sauntered to the sofa, sat next to me with one leg hooked over my own.  "Am I not pretty enough?"

"No," I breathed.

"Am I not nice enough?"

"Wha-? No!"

"Kiss me, Mark."

I did.

Her lips were delicate and soft.  My hands found her back and thigh and I pressed her against me.  We held each other tight as we kissed, my fingers tracing a line down her neck.  I could feel myself grow hard.

"...Mark?"  A look of astonishment glossed over her face.   Hesitantly, she ran her hand along the inside of my thigh, feeling the size of my rock hard pole.  "You're so...huge!"

Before I could say a word she removed her top and worked on mine.  I could see her small bra by the light of the TV, her ribs visible.  She stood up and pulled me with her, and began to work on my jeans.  In moments she pulled them down and stopped, awestruck, as she stared at the massive pole tenting my boxers.  Delicately, she pulled it out, its girth overwhelming her small hands.

She pulled me by its length to the bedroom and pushed me onto my back.  Quickly, she stripped off her pants and panties and straddled my hips.  She reached under her thighs to grab my shaft, angling the head to her moist snatch.  She rubbed it along her clit in ecstasy.  I grabbed her slim hips with my hands.

She maneuvered the head to her opening and slid herself onto it with a gasp.

"My god you're so big," she breathed.

She worked herself deeper on my pole, inch by inch, before bottoming out with four inches to go.  She began to slide herself up and down and I thrusted in unison, slowly bringing up the tempo.

"I want all of you, I want it so bad!" she cried.

I felt myself plunge deeper than ever before, her pussy taking my 14 inch cock to the hilt.  She slammed herself furiously as we built to a climax.  My hand dug into her hips.  I thrusted hard and came with a mighty roar just as she creamed with her own orgasm.  Her slim body collapsed onto mine.

With a huff, she flopped onto the bed beside me, my softening cock slipping out of her snatch.

"Oh...my...god...I had no idea...," she wheezed between breaths, "What came over me?  You're just so...so big!"

I exhaled, "A long story."

We laid there in bed, me in my shirt, her in her bra, as I explained the day's recent events, from the mysterious big boob sightings to the strange growth in the bathroom.  I had no more idea what was going on than before, but it felt good to let it out.  Liberty was silent.

"Weird,"  she said finally.

It was.

I had just fucked my best friend.  With a 14 inch cock I didn't have that morning.  Weird hardly begins to cover it.

Liberty got out of bed and gathered up her clothes, her ass jiggling in the air.  She pulled on her panties, the band cutting into her fleshy hips.

...wait.

"Libby...?"

She was trying unsuccessfully to pull her jeans over her plump thighs.  "What the hell-?" she exclaimed.

Discarding the pants she ran to the washroom.  I followed.

Liberty was examining herself in the mirror, grabbing a handful of fat on her belly.  Her features had softened and her ribs were no longer visible.  Her ass had grown from slim and boyish to a round bubble butt.  She lifted her arm to inspect the bulges formed by her bra cutting into her side.  She reached around and undid the clasps, letting it slide to the ground.

"I have boobs," she said.

She did.  A nice handful - probably about B-cups.  She cupped them and jiggled them in the air, obviously intrigued by them.  Were they getting bigger?

Liberty pulled out my scale and stepped on.  The dial spun to 136.

"I've never been more than 103!"

"Libby, what's going on?"

Calmly, she said, "It's like...a fantasy of mine coming true.  I...I'm not sure what's going on, Mark.  How is this possible?"

"Are you upset?" I asked, concerned.

"...no.  It's strange, but I'm not," she answered, "I'm...fascinated."

I looked down to see the dial had moved up to 141.  "You're still growing!" I exclaimed.

We watched her swell in the mirror.  Her small belly pooched out, growing from a gentle curve to a full-blown potbelly.  Her boobs drooped under their weight, expanding from oranges to grapefruits to canteloupes.  Her ass, thighs and hips continued to grow as fat piled on her body.  Her flabby arms were pushed outwards, first by small love handles then by a sizable spare tire forming a ridge over her ridiculously small panties.  The dial read 213.

Liberty stepped off the scale, fat jiggling, and peeled off her panties.  Seeing her curvaceous body had caused me to grow rigid.  It was a strange sight to see us in the mirror, me with an oversized club saluting the air and Libby with a suddenly fat and fattening body standing next to me.

Her potbelly continued to balloon, finally folding over onto her fattening thighs.  She craddled it in her hands, craning her neck to see past her mammoth boobs, and lifted it up and let it go to slap against her fleshy body.  One hand reached around to grab a handful of ass.  Each cheek was like half a beachball filled with jell-o.

The growth began to subside.  In the end Liberty had enlarged from a scrawny 103 pound pixie to a buxom 287 pound pear-shaped plumper.

"There's no way I'm going to fit in my pants now!" she laughed.

"Hah!  Not a chance!" I affirmed.

Liberty continued to explore her body in the mirror, poking and prodding and grabbing flesh and fat and boobs.  With two hands she lifted her belly on to the bathroom counter and watched as her belly spread out across its surface.  She stepped back, dragging it off and causing it to slap her thighs hard, sending shockwaves through her body.

"I've got a huge round ass, a big belly, fat legs, big tits - all wobbly and big," she said, "and it feels wonderful."

Suddenly she grabbed my cock and began stroking it.  My knees grew weak.

"Have you got a thing for fat chicks, Mark?"

"Ah...ummm..."

"Hmm...c'mere," she said to me as she waddled to the bed.  She sat down, her fat thighs spreading out.  She scooched back and spread her legs, inviting me and my eager rod in.  I obliged.

Sinking into that soft fatness felt wonderful!  My hands explored her body, caressing handfuls of flesh and playing with oversized breasts.  I thrusted into Liberty, sending waves through her body.  I came within moments, shuddering with my third orgasm of the night.  I collapsed into her, delighting in her pillowy body beneath me.

"I'm hungry," she said suddenly.  I laughed and she laughed and I rolled over onto the bed.

***

I awoke the next morning to find Liberty sucking off my huge morning wood.  She ran her tongue up my shaft while one hand fondled my balls.  She noticed I was awake and kneeled her plump body between my thighs.  She craned her neck downwards and took my large cockhead in her mouth and sucked.  I was in paradise.

My dick felt a strong pull and I opened my eyes to see my dick elongating with every suck.  Caught in the throes of rapture, I could say nothing.  15 inches, 16 inches, 17 inches...my cock was growing ridiculously huge.  Liberty started to jack me off with both hands, every upthrust causing me to grow even larger.

But I never outgrew her reach.

With each surge in size, Liberty grew bigger.  Not fatter, but bigger.  Within moments, her growth outpaced that of my 20 inch cock.  My bed creaked in protest.  This mammoth woman was expanding between my legs, everything about her exploding in size.  A gigantic leg swept over my torso as she positioned herself to take in my cock.  She sunk her massive snatch over my fat dick, and experienced a sudden surge in size as my length disappeared inside her.  Her vast hips stretched beyond my outreached hands as I sunk my fingers deep into her pudgy sides.

Liberty pounded my cock to the hilt, reverberating the entire room with her colossal bulk.  Her belly pinned me to the bed and her massive breasts enveloped my head.  Her soft body flowed over me, quaking with every thrust.

With a massive shudder she came and with one final thrust I came into her.  Exhausted, she collapsed onto m.  Frantic, I slapped at her to stop crushing me.

"Oh sorry," she bellowed as she propped herself up, moving her titanic body to the end of the bed.  She attempted to stand up, but she her head bumped the ceiling.  She was too tall by over a foot, causing her hunch her shoulders and cock her head to one side.  My flaccid cock flopped between my knees.  I sat up to see that my balls had grown to roughly football size, too.

"I wanted to suck a huge cock so bad, and I woke up to see your boner, so I did, and I just wanted more, and you started growing, then I wanted to take you in me so bad, and I grew and..." Liberty babbled.  "Dear god, I'm huge," she said finally.

I stood up, my enormous cock dangling to my knees, and walked over to Liberty.  My face was level with the underside of her beachball boobs.  I gave her a hug - well, only her belly, really.  My arms couldn't come close to encircling her.

"It's like every fantasy of ours is being fulfilled," she said.  I agreed.

I had thrown on some sweats and a t-shirt and was preparing more food at the stove.  Liberty, after a squeezing through the bedroom door, sat herself down on the floor at my small kitchen table.  She was polishing off a saladbowl-full of Froot Loops.

I brought her a stack of pancakes, and just stared, amazed.  Just sitting, she was nearly eye to eye with me.  I wasn't tall - 5'7" - but the top of Liberty's head was over five feet.  Earlier, she had laid down so that I could measure her full height.  Turns out she was 9'4".  We could only guess at her new weight.  I was 15 inches long soft, 26 inches long hard, as it turned out.

While we were enjoying our bodies, we couldn't completely forget that our current condition was not conducive to everyday living.  A fantasy is one thing, but making it real was another - even though it is immensely enjoyable.

"I wonder...," I said staring off into space.

Liberty got that seductive look on her face as she saw me approach with my hardening cock.  She started to lay back and spread her thighs, but I shook my head.

"I want to fuck you doggy style," I said.

Liberty complied, shifting her bulk onto all fours.  Her giant ass wobbled in the air and I aimed my spear into her snatch and thrusted lightly at an awkward angle.  I needed her to be smaller - she was too high.  I closed my eyes, cupped her massive ass globes and thrust again.

Excited, I could feel it working.  I felt the angle improve as I thrusted, Liberty's body shrinking to accomodate my desires.  The walls of her pussy tightened, but even that lessened as my cock shrunk to fit.  Her giant ass...remained giant.  I opened my eyes.

I was shocked to see that Liberty had grown massively fat.  Gone was the 287 pound girl blown up to 9'4" in proportion.  In its place was a short enormously fat girl.  Her gargantuan belly, which had simply hung from her crouching 9 foot body, touched the floor and spread out in all directions from her now 5'5" frame.  Even her tits touched the ground.  Her thunderous thighs and ass wobbled ferociously with each thrust.  The amazing feeling of plunging into her plush ass compelled me to continue.

The door to my apartment opened just as I came into a moaning Liberty.

"Hey Libby! I came over just like you want-...HOLY CRAP!"

Liberty's friend Angie had just burst into the room.  I spun around, my still-hard 15 inch dick waving in the air.

Liberty, with great effort, rolled over onto her ass.  Her belly forced her fat legs apart and rested between her thighs nearly to her knees.  Immense breasts rested atop of her belly.  I scrambled to my feet, futilely trying to hide my schlong.  Angie's eyes were bulging.

The girl covered her eyes and backed out of the room.  I took the opportunity to run to my bedroom.

"Angie, come back!  It's okay!" Liberty cried.  I slipped on some boxers and a shirt and grabbed a blanket to cover Liberty.  I hoped it was big enough.

"Libby...?  Is that really you?"

Angie was flabbergasted as we explained our situation and the recent events that lead to it.  We managed to get the hefty Liberty onto her feet, with my pulling on her arms and Angie lifting her ass.  She was probably close to 600 lbs.  Angie finally calmed down and seemed to accept the situation.

"So, this just started happening to you yesterday?" Angie asked, "How does it work?"

"It seems to happen when we are aroused," Liberty answered as she wrapped a sheet around her bulk.  I went behind her and started tying some knots.

"Hmm...,"  Angie suddenly snuck up behind me and grabbed my crotch and started kissing my neck.  My dick reacted with a mind of its own, springing into an errection.  Angie was cute, with wide hips and a round ass, and her jumping me did little to induce my restraint.

She gasped and let go of me.  I spun around to see her fondling her tits as their flesh strained the tiny A-cup bra she was wearing.  Finally, it snapped and her titflesh surged forward, filling the space between us.  She lifted her arms up and removed her shirt, causing her breasts to bounce in the air.  They were a perfect teardrop shape and hung past her navel, each orb bigger than a basketball.  Recovering from her initial shock, she looked into my eyes with a devious gaze.

It was my turn to gasp.  My thin frame began to bulk up, muscles tensing and swelling into substantial corded sinew.  My pecs swelled and deep ridges formed in my abdomen, thighs expanded pushing my gigantic balls outwards, and my arms transformed into meaty pythons.  I was a hulking adonis.

"Now fuck me!" Angie demanded.

I picked her up easily, plunging her wide hips onto my thick cock.  Angie craddled her growing breasts in her outstretched arms while Liberty pressed her soft body against my back and wrapped her arms around me, her plump fingers tracing the ridges of my body.

I came mightily into Angie's tight snatch, the sudden weakness causing us to collapse to the ground.  My massive dick popped out as Angie's beanbag chair sized boobs swelled to either side of us, covering our legs.  Liberty walked around behind Angie and knelt near  her head and reached for my still-hard cock.  Angie mashed her titanic tits together around my shaft, encouraging me to tittyfuck her.  I obliged.

My dick lengthened and thickened as I thrusted between her tits, my legs pinned under their growing mass.  Liberty was growing, too, her body enlarging to take my dick in once again.  She leaned back and angled my head into her moist snatch, with my shaft hanging over Angie's face.  Deeper and deeper I plunged as my dick grew beyond three feet long and thicker than I could describe.  My hands grasped the thick sausage-like nipples capping Angie's gigantic boobs.  Wider and wider I had to reach at they grew, pushing me onto my back with their mass.  My torso was covered by soft titflesh and my dick was deep into the juiciest pussy I could imagine.  I was over four feet long when I came, Angie shuddering beneath me and Liberty soaking my cock with her fluids.

After coming down from that incredible high, I slowly recognized the predicament we were in.

I was completely pinned under Angie's breasts.  Each one was so large, malleable and heavy that, even with my newfound strength, I could not budge.  Angie was even less mobile, being attached to them.  The giant Liberty, twice the size of her earlier growth, was trapped, immobile, under her soft fat.  Her gigantic form filled my living room, ass fat streching wall to wall, with her belly towering over us all.  The end of my flaccid dick was still stuck in her snatch some three feet away.  What the hell were we going to do?

"Humans are such dum-dums," came a chuckling voice tinged with disdain.  Craning my head around Angie's boobs, I laid eyes on a strange green little man floating in the air above us.  He was garbed in green from head to toe with a short cape fluttering behind him.  A large green helmet covered his oversized head, two little antennae sticking out from it's top.  The three of us were speechless.

"Give them a little leeway, and their baser instincts lead them to incapacitating yet amusing predicaments," the little green man said, "How very pathetic."

"W-what are you?" Angie asked pointedly.

"*Ahem*!  I am The Great Gazoob," the little green man said with a flourish.

"Like, from the Flintsones?" I heard Liberty say.

"What does a rock have to do with anything?  No," Gazoob answered angrily in that squeaky voice of his, "I am a brilliant scientist from the Fifth Dimension, and was here to serve you.  I must admit, it has been a pleasure."

"You're...you're here to serve me?" I stammered.

"I have already served you," Gazoob said sharply, "I floated around with you, invisible, anticipating your desires and granting them on a whim.  But now my penance here is done.  I deigned it appropriate for me to reveal myself before I made my departure. Toodaloo!"

"Wait!" I cried.

"*sigh* Now what?" he said testily, "I'm very busy, you know."

"What's going on?  How did you do this?  Why?"

"I fulfilled your every fantasy.  I am a being from the 5th dimension and the rules of your pitiful 3rd dimension do not apply to me.  Because of my community service.  Satisfied?" he answered.

"Community service?" I queried.

Gazood backed off a bit, eyes looking right and left.  "Well, I *might* have created a doomsday device that would have destroyed the fabric of the universe had it gone off.  But it wasn't like I was going to turn it on.  The Q Council overreacted, in my opinion."

This was all far too weird.  Here I was, chatting with a strange green alien, my ripped body pinned under sofa-sized tits with my four foot dick wedged inside a two-ton giant woman.  It was a bit much.

"Well, it has been a slice, but I must be off.  Toodaloo!" and in a flash, the Great Gazoob disappeared, just like that.

The three of us just stared, shocked.

"Curse you Gazoob, not again!" said a tall man walking out from behind Liberty's belly.  He had close cropped hair and a hawkish nose and was wearing a futuristic red and black tunic with shiny black boots.  A brooch with a strange insignia was pinned to his left breast, "Yet again you've mussed things up!"

The man continued walked towards me, pinned as I was under Angie's boobs, and nodded in overture.

"Hello, mark.  I am Q," he said simply.

I cocked my head as best I could from between Angie's tits.  "You mean from Star Trek?" I asked.

"Hmm?  No.  I am Q, from the Q Council," he said with a small air of arrogance, "I see that the Inept Gazoob has created another sticky situation."  He walked around, studying our bodies, rocking Liberty's bulk with one hand thoughtfully.

"Can you fix us?" Angie asked hopefully.

"Well, I can try," he replied.  He stood straight, shoulders back, and waved his hand in front of his face.  The world flashed.

***

I woke up and wiped the drool from my face.  I can't believe I fell asleep in the food court.  I looked up to see four girls across from me, one of them exceptionally pretty with a ridiculously massive rack - double-Es at least.  The things were like soccerballs, straining her tight V-neck T-shirt to the limit.  I gaped.

"She's a pretty girl, Mark, but you are staring pretty hard."

I gave a start and turned my head to see my friend Liberty standing next to me, her bookbag slung casually over her shoulder.  I did my best not to gaze at her chubby belly.  Liberty, super-skinny throughout highschool, had put on probably 40 lbs since starting university.  Not that I minded - quite the opposite - the weight added some much needed curves.  I thought she was hotter than ever.  But if she kept that up, she'd get huge.

"Yeah...um...ha, ha," I sputtered.  I could see Liberty's friend Angie coming up behind her, her inordinately large and mesmerizing tits leading the way.  She put soccerball-tit girl to shame.  Watching her huge orbs wobbling in the air, I had to think of hockey stats so as not to spring a nine inch boner right then and there.  Ever since I started working out this fall, it was like I went through a second puberty.  My cock had swelled from a modest six inches to a big nine incher.

"Hey Mark," Angie said.

"Hi Angie." 

"Have you been working out?  You're looking buff."

"I have, thanks!"

Liberty rolled her eyes.  "Want to walk with us to our next class?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied.

I gathered up my stuff and fell in behind Liberty and Angie.  

"I had the strangest dream," I began.

THE END