The following story is of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers.

If you are neither adult nor mature then please do not continue.The content of this story is intended to appeal to those who have specific sexual interests involving breasts and the fantasy of breast expansion. If you are offended by such matters or are offended by graphic sexual descriptions then please do not continue.

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This story is written as a sequel or continuation to several other stories written by Chimerian. To fully appreciate and understand this story, it is suggested that you first read these other stories.

The Artist
Mindtrip
BE-coli
The Symbiont
Struck by Lightning

 
 
 

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The FBEI Files The Chimerian Effect

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Prologue

It was a typical Friday evening at the end of a typical week as Jane walked to the bus stop after leaving her job at the library. After ten years of working as a librarian for the Metro City Library, her life had become pretty routine. As usual, her thoughts were on her evening's activities. You might think that such a young and modestly attractive woman just turning thirty might be planning a social evening out on a Friday night, but such was not the case. Jane was pondering what to feed the cat that night and wondered what daytime talk shows her pre-programmed VCR might have captured while she worked. Arriving at the busstop she looked at her watch and noticed that since the time change it was starting to get dark much earlier now. In the summer months she would have walked the twelve blocks to her apartment just for the exercise but at this time of the year she didn't think walking in the dark was such a good idea, you never knew what kind of strange people one might meet lurking in the shadows.

As Jane sat on the bus stop bench she noticed a man standing on the sidewalk across the street. The man, obviously homeless, was dressed in tattered and dirty clothes and leaned against a building with his hands in his pockets. Jane didn't think much about the man at first, it was not uncommon to see such homeless types wander through that part of the city. But, for some reason, Jane got the uncomfortable impression that this man was watching her. Jane put the thought out of her mind, after all, the man seemed weak and feeble enough that he wasn't likely to pose a threat to anyone. It was only a few more minutes until the bus was to arrive so Jane put any concerns about the man out of her mind and just ignored him.

A light evening breeze blew with a bit of a chill, and as Jane shivered slightly she could feel her nipples start to pucker. It seemed rather odd to her how the sensation in her nipples persisted. Glancing down at her chest she was a bit surprised at how prominently the outline of her nipples was showing through the fabric of her thin little b-cup bra and the light pink sweater she was wearing. As if anybody was around who might notice, she nonchalantly placed her arms across her breasts and hugged them close until the sensation subsided and her nipples didn't quite feel like they were protruding so much.

Unconsciously Jane tugged at her bra strap, feeling it bind slightly. After a few minutes she became aware that the tight feeling in her bra straps was becoming a bit more noticable. She wondered for a moment if maybe when she had put on her bra that morning she might have adjusted the straps too tightly, but then it was one of her older more worn out bras and she had worn it all day without any discomfort. Jane hugged her arms across her breasts again and noticed a rather strange sensation. It almost seemed that her breasts felt swollen making her bra feel uncomfortably tight. She wondered if perhaps it was that time of the month and she was retaining water as she sometimes did, but she dismissed that thought as her period wasn't due for another two weeks. Looking down at her chest again Jane could see that her breasts were noticably a bit more prominent than they were that morning when she dressed for work, or for that matter, more than what they were just moments before. Jane was a bit perplexed, she had never before felt such a strange sensation. Leaning forward slightly and hunching her shoulders a bit, Jane tried to conceal her chest as if anybody might notice. Glancing around she felt a little conspicuous but there was nobody on the street to pay any attention to her anyway, that is except for the homeless man who still stood staring at her from across the street, but Jane still just ignored him, assuming him to be as mindless as he was homeless

Jane waited for the sensation to pass. After all, it had to stop sometime soon, didn't it? But the sensation persisted and to Jane's dismay even seemed to intensify. Unable to ignore the situation any longer Jane clutched her breasts with both hands, not caring at this point who might see. She was shocked at the realization that her petite little breasts had now swollen into two bulging handfuls. Breastflesh was now bulging around the sides and over the top of her tightly binding bra. Jane didn't know what to think. What could possibly be happing with her breasts? Why did they so suddenly start to swell? She sat there dumbstruck as she could feel her breasts continuing to expand. Her sweater bulged outward under her hands and her bra emitted sounds of failing fabric as it was stretched painfully to its limits. With a snap the bra ripped between the cups and her breasts bounced forward and bobbed under her stretching sweater. Jane hugged her now cantaloup sized breasts against her in a futile effort to constrain their continuing growth. She was now feeling quite panicked, she had to do something, but she didn't know what do do. What could she do? She wanted to hollar for help, but what do you say in this situation, "Help me, my breasts are growing"? How could anyone help. Jane stood up and looked around trying to think what do. She wanted to go home but the bus was nowhere in sight. She wanted to ask somebody, anybody, to help her somehow, but nobody was around, nobody but the homeless man across the street. As Jane stood there helplessly clutching her expanding bosom she looked pleadingly at the man across the street. But the man still stood motionless, still staring at her intently. Jane could feel her breasts swelling even further getting heavier in her arms. A chill went up her spine as she looked at the man, his stare was ever so intense. Suddenly she realized what was happening. It was him! He was somehow doing this to her. This crazy homeless man was somehow staring at her and making her breasts grow. Jane felt scared. She had to escape, she had to get away from this man and his awful stare. She had to run and get away, as far away from this man as she could.

Jane turned and ran down the street towards home, but she found that running was difficult, her bosom now heaved and bounced with each step throwing her off balance and nearly making her stumble. Looking back over her shoulder she could still see the homeless man in the dimming evening light, still staring at her from the distance with his strange eyes, still imposing his power on her. Jane hurried awkwardly as quickly as she could down the street into the darkness until she could no longer see the man behind her, and he could no longer see her.
 

Chapter One: New Assignment

"Agent Platt, meet agent William Wilder. Agent Wilder, meet agent Janis Platt." The tall balding man said in rather a monotone as he sat at the head of the conference table, not lifting his gaze from the personnell files he was studying. "In answer to the question that I am sure you both have in mind, you have been reassigned to this new FBI department that I now have the pleasure of being in charge of. My name is Malcolm Sutter, and I will be the only person you will be reporting to or recieving instructions from. Are either of you familiar with with this case?" He asked as he tossed a file in front of each of the two agents.

Bill Wilder was the first to speak up. "BE-coli" he said, reading the title of the report. "That was last year's overrated "booby-bug" breast expansion epidemic caused by a hormone secreting bacteria created by a breast obsessed genetic engineer that led to a total media frenzy and nationwide mass hysteria. By the time the epidemic burned out, more than three million women reported some degree of breast growth and with about fifty thousand growing into the range of what could be considered abnormally large. Initially it was thought that the epidemic would rapidly spread worldwide causing woman everywhere to experience limitless breast growth, but as it turned out it ended rather suddenly when supposedly the bacterial strain naturally mutated itself out of existence and the epidemic was pretty much confined to several major U.S. cities. As far as I know the FDA pretty much handled the whole thing and the case is officially closed."

"The man who willfully perpetrated the epidemic, a Dr. Lawrence Biggs, is currently doing a life sentence in a federal penetentiary for his crimes against humanity," Agent Platt added. "And as a result of this whole event there has been a legal precedence established and there is now a law making it a federal offense to impose BE on anyone against their will or to possess any biological or artificial device which has the capacity to impose BE on a unwilling subject."

"Very good," Malcolm said, pleased with their response. "It sounds like the both of you are quite familiar with the case. Before this BE-coli fiasco the whole concept of BE was nothing more than a fantasy and any reports of women having spontaneous breast expansion were never taken seriously. But now that incidences of BE may involve a federal crime, it is now the responsibility of the FBI to investigate these incidents. Hence the formation of this department, Federal Breast Expansion Investigations, or if you will, the FBEI."

"If I might ask," agent Platt spoke up, "why were we specifically picked for this assignment?"

"Good question," Malcolm replied. "After reading over hundreds of personell files there were some things about yours that stood out. Agent Wilder, unless I am mistaken you could say that you are a confirmed breast man, am I correct?"

"I suppose you could say that," he replied sheepishly.

"In fact when you were in college your masters thesis was on the 'psychology of breast obsession', right? Which I must say was quite a piece of work, your theories are a bit unconventional and unprovable but it made for an interesting evenings reading."

"I just believe that Morris' commonly accepted "Naked Ape" theory that the breasts are just a secondary sexual characteristic shaped to frontally mimic the sexually attractive shape of the buttocks, may be valid to a certain point, but it fails to explain why for so many individuals the breasts are the primary point of fixation and why there is such a prevalent obsession for breasts that are abnormally large, let alone the obsession over the idea of breast expansion," Wilder explained. "If Morris was entirely correct in his theory, then there would be just as many people out there fixated on butts and butt expansion, and while I am sure that there are plenty who are, it certainly is not to the degree of the interest in breasts. Also, the theory that men are instinctively attracted to large breasted women because they are better equipped to nourish their offspring is invalid as studies show that to a certain point, breast size has little to do with breastfeeding ability. I admit I am a breast fixated person, and it is something about myself that I seek to understand, but I have always tried to keep things in perspective and not let my sexual preferences control my life."

"Well thats not exactly the way I heard things when we were at the academy," Platt piped in with a wry smile. "Wilder had a the reputation for being quite the ladies man, hence the nickname 'Wild Bill'. The rumor was that if you ever wanted to find a girl with big tits, go to 'Wild Bill', he could find them anywhere."

"Which is precisely the reason I selected him for this assignment." Malcolm explained. "And as for you, agent Platt, you have as much of a reputation as well, for your feminist interests. While in college getting your PhD in forensic medicine, you were also active in N.O.W and a few other womens groups. And as I understand, you had quite an opinion on the outcome of the Biggs trial."

"I think he got off way too easy, getting just a life sentence. For his crimes against women, for objectifying women, and for his selfish, arrogant, chauvenistic, intention to use the women of the world to indulge the whims of his personal fetish he should had endured a long and painful death at the hands of the women that he victimized," Platt explained. "Why the world has to be so breast obsessed is a puzzle to me too, but I think its just an animal instinct that we as intelligent human beings need to supress. I thank God that I was not burdoned as so many unfortunate woman are with having to carry around such unnecessary appendages."

"Yeah, right," was Wilder's comeback with a sarcastic smile. "Hence her own nickname at the academy, 'Flat Platt'. Perhaps she is the best candidate for this assignment just based on the fact that if we do encounter out there any hostile BE influences, she has plenty of room to grow before having anything even recognizable as a bosom."

Platt glared at Wilder with a look that could have killed.

"Well I am glad to see that you two are getting off to a good start, and I'm am sure that as professionals you will be able to work out any political differences you may have and work together as a team. It is because you two are so diametrically opposed on the subject that I think you two are the best for the job. You, Wilder I expect to be able to find the women involved in these cases, and you Platt, I'm sure will be driven to find the BE perpetrators."

Digging into his briefcase, Malcolm pulled out a stack of files several inches thick. "These are the BE-files," he said placing the stack of files in front of them. "Our researchers have gathered together all reports of any incidences of unusual breast expansion over the last three years. Some of this stuff is pretty bizarre and unbelievable and was initially dismissed as nonsense. But now these things are being taken more seriously. It will be your job to investigate all of these cases, determine the nature of each incident and if it involves anything illegal, to find the perpetrators and bring them to justice. We have reports here of exotic dancers expanding their breasts onstage, a report of schoolgirls on a city bus all simultaneously experiencing breast expansion, and on the same day in the same city a report of both a waitress and customer experiencing spontaneous breast expansion. And our most recent incident, the one you will be investigating first, involves a woman who claims that a homeless vagrant made her breasts balloon beyond the point of bursting her bra. I want you to spend the rest of today studying these files and first thing tomorrow, the two of you are off to Metro City."

As Malcolm left them to their task, the two of them began reading over the BE-files looking for any possible clues or perhaps any common factor that might link any of these cases together.

"I hope you didn't take it too personally, what I said about you," Wilder said finally breaking a long period of silence. "I suppose it was a rather unkind thing to say."

"No offense taken," she replied coldly, not lifting her eyes from the file she was reading. "I have learned that it is just the nature of men to have a certain attitude about women, I just consider the source and choose to not let such things bother me."

Wilder wondered if being teamed up with Platt was really such a good idea. She seemed like a difficult person to warm up to, but he was willing to make the effort. "Well, I apologize for what I said, and even though we started off on the wrong foot with each other I think it would be a good idea to put this behind us and overlook our differences, and maybe we can actually make this partnership work, " he said, extending his hand in friendship. "Agreed?"

Platt looked at him for a moment, thinking. Finally with somewhat of a forced smile, she shook his hand. "Agreed," she said.
 
 

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It was early afternoon on a overcast day when agents Platt and Wilder walked into the Metro City Public Library. Upon talking to the woman at the front desk and inquiring as to the wherabouts of Miss Jane Smith, they were surprised to find that she had quit her job just a few days before. After talking to the library administrsator they finally walked out of the library with at least her home address.

Minutes later they were at the door of her apartment. After knocking and ringing the doorbell several times, a woman finally answered, opening the door just a few inches, only as far as the chain latch would allow.

"Yes, who is it," she said with somewhat of an annoyed tone through the narrow opening."

"We are from the FBI, ma'am, and we'd just like to talk to you about the incident you reported a few weeks ago." Wilder replied.

"Oh, yes, of course," she said with a surprised tone. "One moment, let me put something on." One minute later she finally returned and opened the door. "Come in" she said, somewhat hiding behind the door, "You'll have to pardon me, I... um.. have company," she said as she glanced toward the bedroom, "and I wasn"t expecting any visitors."

Turning to face the woman Wilder was rather surprised at the sight of her, and had to exert a bit of self control to keep eye contact and maintain his professional composure. As the woman stood there before the two agents she was holding her robe closed in and almost futile effort to conceal what were perhaps two of the largest natural breasts he had seen on an average size woman in a long time.

"We would like to ask you a few questions about your breast expansion incident," Platt finally said, as Wilder was momentarily at a loss for words. "And we are trying to locate the man that you say was the cause of your, uh, unusual development," she added as she rather awkwardly gestured to the woman's ample bustline.

"Oh, yes, of course, well... I have already given a full report to the police, and they did investigate it, but, um..., I was pretty upset when this whole thing happened, and if that man was indeed responsible I did want him arrested and punished." Jane said with some hesitation. But, um..., in the last few weeks I've had a bit of a change of heart and I dont quite feel the same about the situation any more. What I mean is that..., well, I guess I actually have kind of grown to like the change that has happened to me, and the changes it has made in my life, and, um..., I have since decided not to press any charges in the incident, and the police have dropped the case.

Platt and Wilder just stood there for a moment, a bit surprised at her response. Although Wilder could certainly understand her reasons, Platt felt a bit annoyed at the woman's lack of interest in bringing this man to justice.

"Nevertheless," Platt said, "We still need to locate this man and question him as I'm sure there are others who might be less willing to be victimized by him. We need for you to tell us everything you know and we need to talk to the investigating officer as well."

"I can tell you everything you need to know," came a voice from the bedroom, and a man emerged wrapping himself in a bedsheet.

"Um, this is my fiancee, Detective Ben Miller," the woman said sheepishly. "He's the one who investigated my case, and... um, that's how we met," she added with a smile and a bit of a blush, as she held the man's arm affectionately.

"Like she says, the case is closed, and I'd appreciate if Jane wasn't bothered any more on the matter." the man said sternly. "We located the man in question at a homeless center on skid row and found him to be nothing but a feeble and harmless vagrant, incapable of doing harm to anybody. If you want to question him you can find him there."

As agents Platt and Wilder left the building and drove to the homeless shelter, Platt had a few things to say about the people they had just questioned. "That woman is as much a fool, as that detective is a slimeball. You know very well that the only reason he's with her is that he, like so many men, has a thing for big breasts, and she is too stupid to realize the shallowness of his interest in her. If she were flat chested, he never would have given her the time of day."

Wilder smiled, "True," he said. "But does it really matter what initially brings two people together? Isn't a relationship based on physical lust better than no relationship at all? If they're happy, what difference does it make?"

At the homeless shelter the agents found that the man they were seeking was no longer there, the attendant told them that he had taken ill and in a ranting delirium was taken to the county hospital just the day before.

At the county hospital they finally found the man in the welfare unit, heavily sedated and strapped to his bed. Upon questioning the staff they learned that when the man was brought in, it took several attendants to restrain him and since he was admitted he has been nothing but problems and was finally isolated in a private room. He was diagnosed as suffering from some sort of dementia, probably drug induced.

Upon further questioning, they curiously found that the female members of the staff were refusing to go near the man. "Something about him makes me feel kinda creepy," said one nurse. "It seems like when he looks at me he stares at my chest with a really strange look. And it almost seems that I can feel him doing something to me. Maybe its just my imagination but my bra is feeling rather tight since my encounter with him."

The two agents sat by his bedside waiting for the sedation to wear off.

"What do you think?" asked Wilder. "You think he has some kind of power? Do you think that with just a mere stare he can actually increase the size of a womans bustline?"

"Hmmm, you'd like to believe that were possible, wouldn't you." Platt quipped. "I'd sooner believe that if indeed he could do such a thing it would be by some sort of device. I suggest we examine his belongings and run his fingerprints through the computer to see just who this guy is."

As Wilder searched through the man's small bag of possessions and clothing, Platt was taking the man's fingerprints. "What do you make of this?" Platt said as she noticed something unusual about the mans fingers. "What would cause these blue stains?"

Wilder examined the man's fingers closely. "Hmm... its not any kind of ink or pigment,... its some kind of chemical stain, probably organic... maybe from some sort of plant." Wilder thought for a moment, then checking again in the mans clothing he retrieved an empty baggy he had found, still containing some small bits of organic matter. I have a feeling that whatever was in this baggie might have something to do with those stains. I suggest that I immediately take this and the fingerprints to the lab while you wait for this guy to come around.

Within a few hours as the sedation wore off and the mystery man was starting to wake up, Wilder returned with the report from the laboratory.

"Well, we have a positive I.D. on the man." Wilder said as he entered the room. "His name is a Dr. Allen Roy, pHd, and up until he turned up missing a few years back, he was a professor of mycology at the State University. Which makes sense that the debris in the baggie proved to be some sort of fungus or mushroom."

The man's body began to twitch slightly and the heart monitor to which he was attached began to beep a little more rapidly. He groggily open his glassy eyes and staring blankly at the ceiling, he began muttering incoherently. "...S-simple thoughts," he mumbled. ".. Simple ...desires ...control ...the power ...stop ...the madness, ...the golden madness ..must ...think... s-simple."

The two agants strained to listen to his words. He didnt seem to be making much sense, but he kept repeating the same words over and over.

"Dr. Roy, We're here to help you, we are friends, can you understand me?" Wilder said in an almost futile attempt to communicate with the man. Finally after a time the man began to show some recognition of their presence.

"H-help ...me." the man stuttered, looking Wilder in the eye pleadingly, "D-don't ...let ...them ...get me. Must ...find, ...must ...find..."

"Must find who?" Wilder insisted. "Don't let who get you?"

"Must find ... the ...Chimerian...," the man mumbled. "Dont let ...Delta ...get me, ...must stop ...the madness ... must ...think ...simple." The mans face strained in pain. "They want ...what I know, ... dont let them get ...me."

Who is Chimerian?" Wilder asked leaning close to the man. Where is this Chimerian?"

The man looked Wilder in the eye and gestured with his finger. "In here," he said touching himself on the head. "And ...here." he added touching Wilders head as well."

Wilder couldn't understand just what the man was trying to say.

"Tell me about Delta," Platt interjected, "What is Delta?"

The man turned his head in the direction of her voice. He smiled slightly as his eyes came to focus on her soft feminine face. "I know ...what you want," he mumbled. "What ...all women ...want, ...simple ...desires. I can give you ... what you want." The man gazed at her and his eyes widened as he stared at her chest.

Platt felt a bit strange, she didn't know just what it was, maybe it was the strange look in his eye, but she was getting very uncomfortable and a shiver went up her spine. "Enough!" she said said sternly. "Tell me about Delta, what is Delta?" she demanded.

The man's brow furrowed and he winced at the word, dropping his attention from Platt's chest. The man tensed up as he looked both Platt and Wilder intently in the eyes. "Who are you people, what do you want?" he said, becoming more aware and getting rather agitated.

"We are from the FBI," Platt said. "And we need you to answer some questions."

"No!," the man shouted. "I know who you are, ...you're Delta. Get away from me," he screamed flailing his arms wildly.

The two agents had to physically hold him down as he went berserk, screaming and thrashing about. The heart monitor beeped wildly as the the man grew red in the face struggling to break free. Suddenly as the nurse was trying to administer another sedative, the heart monitor began to beep eratically and the man went into convulsions, but before the nurse could summon a cardiac team the convulsing man went suddenly limp and the heart monitor went flat line, emitting one steady beep.

The two agents released their grip on the now motionless body. They both looked in astonishment at each other and at the man who now lay dead before them of severe cardiac arrest.

"What now?" Wilder asked Platt, as the cardiac team tried in vain to resuscitate the man.

"We file our report," she replied, "Case closed. And we try to find out what "Delta" is."

"Yes, ...Delta. Seems like I've heard something mentioned of that before." Wilder said thoughtfully. "And we also need to find out just who or what is this "Chimerian"."
 

Chapter Two: The Return of Max Beeman (The Artist - Part 2)

The sky was overcast as Max peered throught the blinds out at the street, waiting for the arrival of his next appointment. He was getting that funny feeling again, that uneasyness that told him that it was time again to close up shop and move on to another city.

"Whats wrong, honey?" Melanie asked, as she affectionately hugged him from behind, pressing her full voluptuous breasts against his back. "You getting those strange feelings again?"

"Yes," Max said with a heavy sigh. "And this time its even stronger. It's no longer just that paranoid feeling that we need to move on, just to avoid being found out by the authorities. I'ts more of a feeling of searching for something, something or someone that I need to find, and I dont really understand who or what it is or why. But all I know is that we need to go and we need to go soon."

"What about the appointments we already have booked." Melanie asked.

"Don't book any more. We need to wrap things up here in the next few days and then we need to disappear again." Max said as he watched a car pull to the curbside in front of the office building. "This time we need to head west, toward the west coast."

A young, plain, and frail looking woman stepped from the car, looking at the scrap of paper she held in her hand, and then looking at the address on the building, unsure if she were in the right place. There were no markings on the office door other than the suite number.

"You must be Alice," Melanie said with a smile, as the woman timidly entered the office.

"Yes, I'm here to see a Mr.B." the woman said a little sheepishly. "A friend of mine said that he could, um, maybe help me with my, um, problem. And so I had called and made an appointment."

"Certainly, come right on in." Melanie said, escorting the woman to the back office where Max Beeman was waiting. "Have a seat and make yourself comfortable."

Max greeted Alice warmly and reassured her that everything would be just fine and asked if, as per their phone conversation, she had come prepared to pay cash for his services. Alice nodded and reaching into her purse she handed him the envelope containing the five thousand dollars they had agreed on. Max told her to hang on to the money for now, explaining that she would not be expected to pay anything until she was completely satisfied with the results of her visit. He explained to her that the service that he provided was a completely safe and natural alternitive to plastic surgery and that in no way was he performing a medical procedure or trying to pass himself off as a Doctor. He explained too that his methods, although very unconventional, were not at all unethical or illegal, but he insisted that his clients agree to use some discretion in who they told about his services lest he be investigated and shut down by the authorities. Once she acknowleged that she understood and agreed to his terms, Max asked her to explain to him her reasons for coming to him and and the nature of her desire for a new look.

Alice proceeded to tell essentially the same story that Max had heard so many times before. She told of her feelings of low self-esteem and of being unhappy with her appearance and how she had been considering implant surgery but she feared the dangers associated with the procedure. Then one of her friends (whom she had at first thought had undergone extensive plastic surgery herself) had told her about her visit with the mysterious "Mr. B" who offered a safe, natural alternative to surgery, and she convinced her friend to tell her how to contact him.

Max asked her to describe to him in detail exactly what she desired to change about herself. Alice told him that she wanted to have ther kind of curvacious body that her husband always seemed to have an eye for, with a slim waist and full hips and a pair of breasts that were very large and full and sat firm and high on her chest. Gesturing with her hands the size that she wanted, Max was surprised to see that she was requesting to have a bustline that was somewhere in the phenominally huge range.

Max had no doubt that he would be able to help this woman achieve her desired new look, but he wondered just what approach he should take in her case. Max never revealed to any of his clients the true nature of his abilities. Sometimes he would give them ordinary chocolate milk and tell them it was a special nutritional supplement that would expand their breast size. And with others he would administer ordinary vitamins, telling them that he had developed rapid acting hormonal supplements that could change and enhance the female body. But after listening to her describe her idea of the perfect body and the amount of change it would require, he decided to use his special "enhancement radiation device" which was in reality nothing more than an ordinary sunlamp wired to a box decorated with a few flashing lights, buttons and knobs. Max explained to her that he could program the device to modify her body shape as she desired.

As Melanie helped the woman strip down to her bra and panties and positioned her in front of the "enhancement device" before a full length mirror, Max couldn't help but notice the bruises that she had on her arms. He had a funny feeling about this woman, something about her demeaner made him feel that she wasn't being entirely honest and open with him. When Max asked her about the bruises, the woman was reluctant to talk about it, saying that she had just gotten them while doing housework.

As Max switched on the device, Alice could feel the warm radiation on her body and she took a deep breath as she watched herself in the mirror in anticipation. Max stood back and studied the woman's physique. With the keen eye of a true artist he pictured in his mind the kind of body she had described. When Max first mysteriously acquired his telekinetic ability a few years ago, it was more than he could handle. His idle thoughts and lusts fueled his powers uncontrollably imposing their effects on anyone who came even close to him with almost disasterous results. But with the loving help of Melanie he has brought his powers under full control and has learned to apply them with utmost proficiency.

"Something is happening." Alice exclaimed. "I can feel my body... changing!" Her jaw dropped as she watched herself in the mirror. Before her very eyes her belly tightened and flattened, her boney hips became round and smooth and her flat butt began to fill out and become shapely.

With the skill of a master sculptor, Max reshaped her body with his mind, adding a little here, taking away a little there. Her droopy shoulders gave way to a stronger and healthier posture. Her soft and saggy breasts began to fill out and her b-cup bra began to grow tight.

Unclasping the now restrictive garment she cast it aside to free her expanding bosom. He breasts were now becoming full and firm and she thrilled at how they jiggled with her movements. Alice could hardly believe the changes that were happening to her body. She thought she must be dreaming. "This is absolutely incredible" she said, grinning from ear to ear. As she stood inspecting her new physique in the mirror, she slid her hand over the contours of her body marvelling at the new sensations. Cradling her full breasts in her hands she gave them a pleasant squeeze. "They feel so nice, but..." she said, closing her eyes and biting her lip, "please make them bigger. Much bigger."

Complying with her wish, Max mentally expanded her breasts even further, untill they were the size of cantaloupes.

Alice gasped at the sensation and the feel of their increasing weight in her hands. "Bigger," she said almost pleadingly. "Much, much bigger."

Max almost reluctantly did as she wished, making them grow even larger and larger as she still kept asking for more and more. He began feeling a little uncomfortable. Most of the women who came to him would settle for far less than for what this woman wanted, and he was enjoying maybe a little too much the opportunity to expand someone to the degree that she was insisting on. Max was feeling rather turned on at the sight of her and was feeling his own carnal lust beginning hinder his good judgement, and so he backed off his powers and paused in her expansion for a moment to reassess the situation.

Alice stood there staring at herself in the mirror almost glassy eyed, as she held in her arms two massive mounds of breastflesh, almost staggering under their weight. They were now larger than a pair of watermelons and as she held a huge nipple in each hand she hugged them close, bulging her cleavage upwards. "Please dont stop," she begged. "They must be bigger, much bigger."

Max did as she asked, making them expand even more, but he was feeling a bit unsure of her motivations.

As they continued to grow, Alice arched her back, straining under their increasing weight. "Bigger," she still insisted as a tear ran down her cheek. Releasing them from her arms they bounced and swayed free like two huge pontoons that hung well below her waist. Their motion caused to her to go off balance and she sat straight down on the floor holding her massive load in her lap. She began to cry woefully. "They have to be even bigger," she sobbed as she buried her face in her own vast cleavage.

Halting their growth, Max and Melanie sat on the floor beside Alice and her two huge mounds of flesh. "Why do they have to be bigger?" Max asked with a compassionate and concerned tone.

"So that he will love me," she sobbed, "and so he wont hurt me anymore."

With Max and Melanie's encouragement, Alice poured out her heart and divulged the true reasons for her visit to them. It seemed that she was married to a man who cheated on her constantly and spent most of his time and money at the local strip clubs. And when she would ever try to confront him on such matters, he would respond with physical and emotional abuse. The woman confessed that she thought that if she had the kind of body that the girls at the strip clubs had, and if she had breasts that were far bigger than any that he could ever find elsewhere, perhaps her husband might ease up on her and maybe show her a little more kindness, and not just treat her like a slave. For three years she had been sneaking money out of his pockets when he would stumble home drunk and pass out on the floor, saving it away to save up for the day she had enough for implant surgery. Max was finally able to get the woman to admit that even thought she did indeed want to have a bigger fuller bustline, she herself really didn't want the freakishly huge breasts that her husband was so fond of and that she now had holding her pinned to the floor. She would have been perfectly happy with a much more reasonably size bustline.

Max assured her that everything was going to be alright and not to worry. Stepping back, Max focused his abilities on her and pictured in his mind not just the kind of body that she really wanted but the kind of body that she needed.

"Oh, wow," Alice gasped as her breasts began to shrink down to a more managable size. Climbing to her feet she watched herself in the mirror as her breasts settled to a size that was full and natural and normal looking but were still deliciously large, somewhere around the g-cup range.

"What do you think?" Max asked. "A little smaller?"

"Oh, No. For me, these are perfect." she said with a smile as she slid her hands over their smooth surface. "But what of my husband? Will he like them?" she added with a sigh.

"We're not quite finished yet." Max said with an almost mischevious grin. "There are a few more modifications to be made for the sake of your husband."

As Max concentrated, Alice could feel her muscles tighten, her arms and legs were taking on a stronger feel, her back and shoulders were feeling energized. She watched in the mirror in amazement as she even grew a few inches taller and she took on a more athletic look. By the time Max was finished there stood before them a strong and healthy woman, softly muscled yet still sensuous and feminine.

"I feel so wonderful, so strong, and so healthy," Alice trilled as she studied herself in the mirror, flexing her muscles and showing their definition. "I feel so... powerful."

"Powerful enough to make some changes in your life? Max asked. "Enought to defend yourself and to stand up to anyone who might ever try to abuse you?"

"Yes!" Alice said turning to look at Max with a confident smile. "Absolutely powerful enough to do that." Reaching into her purse she pulled out the envelope full of cash and handed it to max. "Five thousand dollars, paid in full and worth every penny."

Taking the envelope and putting it in his pocket he left Alice in the hands of Melanie to assist her in getting dressed. Most of their clients were no longer able to fit into the clothes that they wore into the office, so Melanie always kept an assortment of clothes and bras on hand so that they would have something to wear when they left.

But Max was having second thoughts, though, about the money he held in his pocket. For most of the women that found their way to Max, the five thousand dollar fee was a small price to pay for their vanity, and it was still considerably less than any plastic surgeon would charge for doing far less. But Alice's situation was different, and Max couldn't bring himself to take unfair advantage of her unfortunate life. As the woman was expressing her gratitude and was preparing to leave, Max withdrew the envelope and pressed it into her hand. "I want you to keep this. I have a feeling that you'll be needing it to cover the cost of some of the changes I think you might be making in your living situation.

Alice was amazed. She couldn't believe that anyone in their right mind would refuse money like this. "What about payment for your services?"

"Your smile is payment enough," Max said. "Now take your money and go before I change my mind."

Throwing her arms around him, Alice gave Max a powerful and breastful hug that nearly squeezed the breath out of him. "Thank you," she whispered into his ear.

Max and Melanie watched from the window as Alice walked back to her car with a lively and energetic step. She paused for a moment to stretch and feel the warmth of the emerging sun on her new body, as if for the first time in years she was feeling good to be alive.

"You know, I almost feel sorry for her husband." Max said as he watched her car disappear from view. "Not quite, but almost."
 
 

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"Regardless of what you may have ever heard, the is no such thing as any "Delta" project. It doesnt exist," Malcolm said sternly, dropping their report on the table. Pausing and staring at the floor for a moment, he bit his lip. "At least not officially," he added, speaking in a low tone."

Agents Wilder and Platt listened intently as he proceeded.

This Dr. Roy that you found..., it all started with him." Malcolm proceeded. "And his discovery. In South America some twenty years ago, he discovered a rare mushroom that contained a powerful psychokinetic drug. Thats when the Delta project was started, it was a secret military project that had intentions to use the drug to create a covert military force of men with telekinetic abilities. But the whole project failed and all the test subjects ended up either dead or insane. And the project was scrapped and covered up as if it never existed to avoid any embarassment to the government. Then a few years ago Dr. Roy again rediscovered the mushroom, right here in the States. Suddenly Delta reappeared, and in their efforts to acquire and control the mushroom, they wreaked chaos in a small midwest city and then tried to cover their tracks before they vanished, and before the FBI could oficially get involved. But we did catch up with Dr. Roy. Sadly though by the time we had gotten to him he had fallen victim to his own discovery. Suffering from a mushroom induced dementia, he spent the last two years in a mental institution up until his escape just a few months ago. Its my guess that he knew all along where the mushrooms could be found, and that's been where he's been since his escape.

"So what is the connection between all this and the BE-files?" Platt asked.

"I dont know, that's for you to figure out." Malcolm said with a shrug. "But just be careful what you delve into. You can safely assume that Delta is still out there, and they most likely are now taking an interest in your investigations and will be watching you. Like they say on that T.V. show, "trust no one".

"What about the Chimerian?" Wilder asked. "Dr. Roy mentioned that name during his delirium."

"Again I don't know. But that name has been mentioned before, but only as something uttered by victims of the mushroom in a common hallucination. This is all I know, and it's all I can say. The case of Dr. Roy is officially closed. I suggest you forget about this for the time being and move on to the next case at hand. Who knows, perhaps you'll eventually discover some common link relating all these incidents together."

As agents Wilder and Platt returned to their office, they discussed their next case. It seemed that there was an incident just reported where a man claimed that his wife "grew big breasts and super strength and proceeded to beat the living daylights out of him" breaking his nose and bruising him badly. The man also claimed that his wife said she had just gone to a local doctor who "grew her breasts and muscles right before her very eyes". The man was wanting to press charges of spousal abuse but his wife was no where to be found.

"Sounds pretty funny to me," Wilder quipped, "but I suppose its worth checking out."
 
 

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"I think I'll take one last look around the office to make sure we got everything." Melanie said, as Max was packing the last box into the trunk of their car. "Besides, I'd kind of like to use the little girls room one last time before we hit the road."

As he waited for her in the car, Max watched her shapely behind as she walked up the walkway back toward the building. He liked how from the rear he could still see the sides of her her breasts bobbing and swaying enticingly with each step. He thought back to the time when Melanie didn't have such a perfect physique, back before he acquired his telekinetic abilities to alter peoples bodies. Melanie has been such a good sport about indulging his whims, and actually enjoyed the body alterations that he would do on her from time to time. He thought about how their lovemaking sessions had come to be a phenominally intense experience. Over the last few years he had discovered that he had developed the ability to alter his own body as well, enabling him to change and enlarge his own body parts as her pleasure demanded.

Max was suddenly snapped out of his daydream as a car pulled up to the curb a few parking spaces behind him. He watched in his rear view mirror as two people stepped from the car and walked up toward his now empty office. His heart leapt as he noticed the car's goverment license plates, knowing full well it could only be the FBI. Max felt panicked, The authorities had finally caught up with him. He could probably drive away right now unnoticed but there was no way that he was going to leave Melanie behind.

Max could only watch as Melanie stepped out of the office door, headlong into the two approaching agents, and he watched as the massive breasted Melanie stood talking to them. He could only imagine what was transpiring. She herself bore the very evidence that could incriminate him. He knew that it was now a federal crime to commit any acts of BE on a person against their will, or to possess the means by which to do it, but all of his subjects were very willing participants, and he couldn't help having his powers as it was. Even though he was sure he could be found innocent of any wrongdoing, he still didn't want to come under government scrutiny, theres no telling what they might do to him if they knew of his abilities. Max didn't know what to do, his heart raced and his face flushed. He could feel his adrenalin level rising, his head ached, and he was feeling very strange. He had to do something. He knew he could easily immobilize the two agents by swelling their bodies to the point where they couldn't move, enabling them to get away, but that would only deepen the severity of his situation making the FBI pursue him with even greater intensity. Somehow Max had to intervene. It seemed that he had no choice but to confront the two agents and give Melanie the chance to get away. Just as Max was about to step from the car he watched in amazement as the two agents, smiling, finished their conversation with Melanie and allowed her to leave without any problem.

"Okay, Let's go." Melanie said as she climbed into the car.

Max wasted no time in driving away. In the rear view mirror he could see the two agents still standing in front of the office building, watching them leave. "My God, Melanie! I thought for sure we were done for. What on earth did you say to them?"

"Geez, Max, give me some credit for having a brain." Melanie said with a laugh. "When I stepped out of the door and saw them, it only took me a second to figure out they were agents and they were looking with you. So I put on a performance that would have got me an award. Before they could say a word I asked the guy if he was the con man who was trying to rip off my sister. When they told me who they were I explained to them that my kid sister had wanted to borrow five grand from me for some natural breast enlargement procedure from this guy that she heard about from a friend. I wasn't about to loan her any money until I checked this guy out myself, and here I find that the guy has left town leaving nothing behind but an empty office."

"I'm amazed," Max laughed. "you're quite the con artist, Melanie."

"And to top it off, just in case they were wondering about me, I told them that I paid ten grand to the best plastic surgeon I could find for these beauties," she added holding her bulging bosom in her hands. "and I wouldn't trust anybody who claims they could do it for any less. Those two agents believed every word I said and they even apologized for detaining me."

"Well, I'll still feel a lot better when weve put some distance between us and them." Max said, as he again checked his rear view mirror. "This time we're heading all the way to the west coast, to San Francisco."

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"What do you think?" Platt asked as they looked around the empty office. "Was she telling the truth?

"Well I know she was lying about one thing. I know implants when I see them and those were not implants. Her breasts were as nice and natural as they come. But as for the rest of her story, I think we'll know for sure once we run her licence plate number and check out the fingerprints in this office. Right now we have no evidence and nobody's filed any complaint. We had no reason to detain her or the guy who was waiting in the car for her." Wilder replied. "I'm sure we can catch up to them later."

"Especially being built like she was, right? 'Wild Bill'?" Platt quipped with a wry smile. "You've got your reputation for finding busty women to uphold."

Wilder smiled smugly. "Didn't you notice the little "Lo-Tec" decal on his back winshield. He probably doesn't even realize that his new car came equipped with the latest in high-tech locating devices. With one simple phone call the device is activated and within minutes we have a pinpoint location for him and his busty girlfriend."

"I got to hand it to you, Wilder." Platt replied, shaking her head. "You dont miss a thing."
 

Chapter Three: The Return of Dr. Jean (The Symbiont - Part 2)

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The postman knocked loudly and rang the doorbell again. It had been two months since he had actually seen Dr. Jean when he delivered to her that registered package that came all the way from Australia. He expected that as usual it would take several minutes for her to make it to the door, what with her being crippled and all.

Suddenly the the door flung open wide and the postman stood there for a moment in amazement at the sight of the person who stood before him.

"How ya doin' Homer," said the tall extremely well built woman with an energetic tone. "Long time no see."

Homer was speechless. The woman standing before him was not what he expected. Instead of the weak, pale, crippled Dr. Jean that he knew, here was a vivacious sexy goddess of a woman, built like an Amazon, with a set of breasts each bigger than his head jutting out towards him like two torpedos. "S-Special Delivery for D-Dr. Jean Miller," he finally stammered. "Is s-she here?"

"Yes, of course," the woman said with a broad smile. "I am she."

"But... what?...I thought.. " Homer stammered in a confused state.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry... it really is me." Jean said, having forgotton herself for a moment. "I've just been, um, doing a special new kind of physical therapy and, uh, it's been working really well."

Homer just stood there wide eyed and mouth agape for a long moment. "It certainly has," he finally mumbled.

Bidding him thanks and good-bye Jean took the package and closed the door. She was excited to find that the package was from Scott Wilson, her ex-fiance, who she was now hoping to rekindle their relationship with. Inside was a beautiful African orchid, her favorite, and a brief letter saying that he had just returned from his research trip to Asia and he was coming straight up to her cabin and should be arriving Tuesday. "That's today," Jean excitedly realized.

In the last several weeks since her "encounter" with the alien symbiotic plant and her resulting total rejeuvination and new health and vitality, Jean has been bounding with new energy and had done a lot of work around her mountain retreat. She cleaned the place up and had expanded her laboratory greenhouse. She had been doing further study on the remains of the marvelous alien lifeform that had impregnated her and her resulting pod "babies" that she had given birth to. She had initially intended to send some of the small pods to several of her friends and colleagues so that they too could share her experience, but upon rethinking the situation she thought it best not to to that just yet. If these pods were to fall into the wrong hands, or into the hands of the government, there was no telling what kind of chaos would result. For now she was intending to share her experience with only the one person that she really cared about and that was Scott Wilson.

Jean had planted several of the pods in her greenhouse to study their growth and perhaps to maybe experience another "close encounter" with the strange lifeform. But it seemed that the plants would only grow just so far and stop, ignoring her presence as if they knew that she had already been transformed. She suspected that the plants were lying in wait, so to speak, for another suitable host to happen along. She had experimented with some small animals, bringing to the plants a few squirrels and rabbits, and they were indeed captured and joined to the plant for a time and were released unharmed, but the plants never used any of the test animals for reproduction. Jean speculated that any lifeforms that came near the plant would be captured, sampled, and genetically optimized and then if they were found to be unsuitable or too immature for its purposes, they were released. The plants seemed to be seeking only mature human hosts for reproductive purposes.

It was Jean's intention to introduce Scott to her plant friends, so that he too might experience the rejuvinating effects of the plant. But she still was a little usure just what exactly would happen. It was logical that the plant would use a female host for reproductive purposes, but for a male? Who knows? But Jean was sure that whatever the experience might be, it would be mutually symbiotic.

As Jean sat on the front porch of her cabin waiting for Scott's arrival, she felt the warmth of the morning sun on her new body. Sliding her hands over her full firm breasts she marveled at how extremely sensual her body had become. Giving her nipples a gentle squeeze would make her shiver with pleasure and would make her vagina twinge with that sensation of longing for the the feel of her lover inside her. She almost couldn't believe just how sexual she had become, having the urge to masturbate several times a day. Jean pressed her hand against her crotch feeling herself getting moist and imagined what it would feel like to have her lover in her arms once again.

Jean was snapped out of her daydream by the distant sound of a car making its way up the canyon road.

As Scott drove up the mountain, he wasn't sure just what to expect. Jean's letter didn't say much at all, only that she needed him and to come as soon as possible. He thought about how things used to be before the accident, they had such happy plans. It didn't matter to Scott that Jean had been crippled and disfigured, he still loved her. But it was Jean's choice to remove herself from his life and to retreat from the world and isolate herself this way. Maybe she was feeling better and wanted him back, but then maybe things for her had worsened and she was dying and wanted to say one last goodbye. In a few moments he would know. He rounded the last turn and could see her cabin in the distance through the trees. As he neared the cabin he could see the lone figure of a strange woman standing on the porch. Whoever this woman was, though, she was an Amazon, standing tall and strong and built as perfectly as he could ever imagine a woman could be. "Where was Jean?" he wondered as he stopped his jeep in front of the cabin and stepped out still not taking his eyes off the woman. But as he approached her and suddenly recognized her smiling face, he froze in his tracks. "My God, Jean," he said in utter amazement. "Can it really be you?" In scarcely a moment they were in each others arms in loving embrace, shedding tears of joy. Scott was confused but elated to find that Jean was alive and well, let alone totally transformed.

"But how?" Scott finally asked, pulling back from her to look at her again with unbelieving eyes. "How is this possible?"

"I'll show you." She said with a beaming smile, taking him by the hand and leading him through the cabin to her laboratory greenhouse. Jean explained to him about the pod that his own sister had sent her from her field research in Australia, and how the plant that grew from it had healed and transformed her.

As he listened to her story, Scott stood in the laboratory and looked into the greenhouse in amazement at the huge and strange looking plants. Unsure and suspicious, he was hesitant to approach any closer. "And you say that one of these plants joined with you and healed and transformed you, and left you otherwise totally unharmed?" he asked still trying to fathom the whole situation.

"I've been completely genetically and physically restored and improved to full and perfect health and all traces of the plant are gone except for a small green scar where the umbilical tube was attached," Jean said pulling up her blouse to show him.

Scott looked in amazement at the small green star shaped scar that encircled her navel. "My God," he uttered as he closely studied it with a furrowed brow, "I've seen this before," he finally said searching his memory back to a time many years distant, trying to recall. "When I was a kid I remember seeing this mark on my older cousin once when he took me swimming. His 'cicatrix' he called it. When I asked how he got it he explained that when he was a young child he had gotten lost in the woods near his home in New Jersey. He didn't remember much about the incident except for what his parents told him about it years later. When they found him after being lost for a week, they were surprized to find him naked and not only alive but in very good health and with some strange story of how he was saved by the trees and how he was left with his strange green cycatrix. The authorities at the time figured that some odd person belonging to some cult had kidnapped him and tatooed him in some strange ritual and he escaped, blocking the experience from his memory. "He must have encountered one of these plants," was Scott's realization. "That explains so much. It explains why my cousin was so athletic, and why he did so well in school, far better than any one else in his family."

Jean listened intently, fascinated by the possibility that these alien pods already previously existed and were influencing life on the planet. "Tell me, what has become of your cousin, where is he now?"

"He has since moved to the midwest and has married and has three kids, but I haven't really been in touch with him or his family in more than a year."

"I am really curious about the genetics of his situation, and how it is carried to the next generation. What are his kids like?"

"Normal I suppose," he said trying to remember the last time he visited them. "They all seemed healthy, though I do remember that his teenage daughter Kim was rather a plain jane, and was rather obsessed with her lack of physical development."

"Hmmm, I wonder," Jean said, thoughtfully. "With each generation the perfected genetic strain would be weakened, and in time might be lost altogether. The only way to have genetically perfect children would be to have two genetically perfect parents." Jean smiled at Scott suggestively. "So, are you ready for the experience of a lifetime."

Scott looked at her wide eyed at the realization of what she was suggesting. The whole thing was way too strange. But he couldn't deny that she was much better for her encounter with the plant, and the experience apparently didn't do his cousin any harm. As bizarre as it might all seem, he trusted Jean and he knew that she would not be encouraging him do do something that would ever harm him. "I'm ready" he finally said after much thought.

Taking him by the hand, Jean led him into the greenhouse and approached one of the plants. The plant sensing his presence began to visibly move, its tendrils wavering in the air searchingly. At Jean's suggestion he slipped out of his clothes to keep them from being ruined. As he stood there naked, Scott held his breath and reached out his hand to touch the plant. Just as they had done with Jean, the tendrils began spiraling around his arms and as the plant's growth quickened, more tentrils began emerging and snaking around his ankles and legs as well.

"It's okay," Jean reassured, not leaving his side.

Surrendering himself to what was now irreversibly set in motion, Scott lay back on the ground to let the plant have its way with him. Growing at a much greater speed, the tendrils in no time at all had vined around his body completely engulfing him in vegitation. As the vines thickened and stiffened, Scott found himself totally immobilized. It was only the comforting voice of Jean that kept him from total panic. The two of them watched in awe as from the center of the plant a green and fuschia colored tubelike structure was growing, elongating and spiraling snakelike towards Scott's helpless body. The semi-transparent tube probed searchingly up his legs and around his groin and then upward to his belly. The tip of the tube was blunt and glistened wet. Scott could only watch as he could feel the cool wetness of the probing tip force itself twistingly against his navel.

Jean watched the process with utter fascination, studying every aspect like a true scientist. She speculated that the tube must have exuded an anesthetic substance as Scott only winced slightly as the tube penetrated his abdomen and green fluids could be seen beginning to flow through the tube into his body. Soon Scott's own pink body fluids could be seen flowing out of his body as well, through a tube within the tube back towards the plant. Rapidly Scott's skin began to show the same mottled green and fuschia coloration as the plant. As the exchange of body fluids flowed at a steady rate, the vine structures that held him bound began to quickly wither and fall away.

"How do you feel?" Jean whispered in his ear as she lay naked by his side, brushing away the last remnants of the vines that had held him.

"I feel... good." Scott laughed and he lay on the vegitation staring dreamily at the sky throught the greenhouse windows overhead. "In fact... I feel... stoned."

"It's the relaxant that the plant is pumping into you, to make the experience more enjoyable." she explained.

Scott sat up and looked at himself, marveling at his plant like coloration and at the thick tube structure that was firmly affixed into his abdomen coursing with fluids in and out of his body. "Geeze, I look like the swamp thing," he joked. "I feel really weird." Turning his attention to Jean he looked at her voluptuous naked body as she lay on the soft vegitation beside him. He slid his greenish hand over her sensuous skin and felt her enormous soft breasts. "And I'm feeling really turned on," he added with a big smile.

Jean slid her hand down to his groin and felt his manhood that was now standing thick and green and erect, giving it a firm squeeze than made him moan with desire.

"I really want to make love to you," he said kissing her tenderly on the lips.
    "Um..., I dont think so," Jean replied, gesturing toward the plant.

"I think our friend has other plans."

From the center of the plant another snakelike structure was emerging, this time more pink in color, and as it wavered towards its host the blunt tip began to widen and form an orafice that was dripping with wetness. They watched in wonder as like a snake swallowing its prey, the tube thrust itself over Scott's erect penis, swallowing it down to its base.

"Oooh, wow!" Scott exclaimed at the sensation as the plant began pulsing with a pumping motion. "That feels sooo... good." he gasped as he lay back on the ground in total surrender to the plants actions.

Jean watched in fascination as the fluid flow increased rapidly and Scott drifted in apparent exstacy into semi-consciousness. Jean surmised that he had entered into the restructuring phase of the process which would continue for the next several hours. Jean took this opportunity to conduct a few more tests, take a few blood samples, and further study the process. Soon all the new data had been input into her computer and she watched intently as new and fascinating genetic information on the plant was displayed on the monitor.

Scott moaned as he came back around to full consciousness. He sat for a moment collecting his thoughts and realizing that just like as happened to Jean, there had been some major changes in his body. Finding some debris in his mouth, he spit it into his hand, only to find that it was his bridgework and a few fillings and crowns, leaving his natural teeth totally restored and intact. Next he noticed that the scar from his old knee surgery was not only gone but he had none of the stiffness that he had become accustomed to. Standing up he marveled to find that not only was he a few inches taller, but his body was quite a bit more muscular than he had ever been before. He was still firmly affixed to the plant by the two tubes that were still surging with fluids.

"Very nice,"Jean said with a smile, pleased with the look and feel of Scott's new body. "I had always thought you had a nice body before, but this is so much more... exciting." She said as she slid her hands over his muscled torso.

Scott pulled Jean close, pressing her perfect body against his, feeling her full breasts against his skin. "I feel so alive, so energized, so... aroused," he said with gasp. "I want to make love to you so bad."

"Uh-oh," Jean said, glancing back at the plant. "Looks like its time for the reproductive phase." They watched as the color of the tubes started to change to a more of a pinkish hue and the fluids began flowing faster.

"What's happening now?" Scott asked as he started feeling woozy and strange again.

"For a female it would be impregnation. But for a male? I have no idea." Jean replied with a shrug. "I guess we'll find out."

As Scott lay back on the ground again he moaned with a new sensation and a stronger pulsing in the tube affixed to his penis. "My God," he gasped. "That... feels... so... good," he uttered between pulses.

Jean watched in amazement as Scotts testicles began to swell as if filling up with fluids. His body quivered with the intense sensations and his eyes went dreamily glassy as he gyrated his pelvis in rythym with the motions of the plant. As his testicles swelled past the size of grapefruits, his face reddened and his gyrations quickened as if building to a climax. Soon they were pink and green veined and were the size of melons. His motions intensified and Scott began thrusting his pelvis wildly, holding his massive testicles in his hands. After several minutes of working into an absolute frenzy his body suddenly went stiff and with a teeth clenching scream the pressure within him was released with probably the strangest and most intense orgasm a man could ever have. Bluish white fluids began to surge through the penis tube back into the plant. For what seemed an eternity, Scott quivered in orgasmic climax until his testicles were drained of their contents and had shrunk to near normal size.

For nearly half an hour he lay panting on the ground recovering from his experience, with Jean snuggled next to him holding him close. "Wow," he finally said with a completely satisfied smile. "That was absolutely, totally, phenominally, the most intense thing I have ever experienced."

The plant was now entering the final phase of the encounter. The flow of fluids through the tubes had stopped and were now beginning to reverse, returning to Scott his own pink body fluids. Within minutes the green coloration began to fade from his skin leaving him with his own normal healthy tan. After nearly an hour, feeling totally restored and rejeuvinated Scott stood up and as he did the tubes that had for so long been attached to him fell away and began to wither. Inspecting his own body he found that he too now had the familiar green four pointed cicatrix that encircled his navel. But what was far more impressive to him was that the plant left him with a penis that hung twice as thick and twice as long as it had ever been and his testicles were now the size of gooseggs.

The two of them stood and watched as the plant began to change. As its leaves began to wither another structure was emerging from the center of the plant. A single thick stem with a bulbous tip was growing upward higher and higher toward the windows that covered the greenhouse twenty feet overhead. The bulb on the tip of the stem was balooning to the size of a football, and pressing against the windowpane, the glass finally shattered.

Jumping back to avaid the falling glass, they watched as the stem still grew extending several feet above the roof of the greenhouse. The tip continued to swell and with a great release of pressure the bulbous tip exploded releasing a blue cloud of spores to be carried away by the prevailing winds. Within minutes the stem began to blacken and wither, and falling to the ground, the plant was reduced to dry shriveled debris. They both stood there in awe, inspecting the remains of the of the rapidly decomposing plant. Jean quickly collected samples of the blue spores that remained in the plant tissues to save for later study.

With the plant now gone, the two lovers now turned their attentions to each other. With a lurid smile, Jean took Scott by the hand and led him back into the cabin and up to her bedroom where they far more than made up for all the lost time that they were apart from each other. For the next several days they made passionate love with a vitality that seemed limitless, with their new bodies giving them sensations and experiences that were beyond imagination. They made love repeatedly in every room of the cabin, and outdoors and in the forest as well, in every way and in every position imaginable. In between times, when they would slow down, they would lie in each others arms and talk about their life and about raising a family all the things they would do with their future together.

Eventually feeling the need to return to her research, Jean supressed the distraction of her sexual and romantic desires in the interest of resuming her task of studying the alien plantlife. With Scott's assistance, Jean did further testing on the plant samples and on the blue spore samples, as well as on samples of their own blood and body tissues. Soon all the new data was compiled and processed and the results were displayed on the monitor.

"This is really strange," Jean said wide eyed, as she studied the genetic information that scrolled up the screen. "I was wrong about my previous analysis of the plant. There actually is still a trace of the plants own genetics intricately imbedded in our own DNA.

"You mean that there is still some part of that plant that still exists within us," Scott responded with a concerned look,. "What does that mean? What do you suppose it will do?"

"I dont know yet," she replied with a shrug. "With further analysis of the data I might be able to tell a little better the nature of its effect. But there is one more thing that the blood tests have revealed that I haven't mentioned," Jean added with a concerned look. "I'm pregnant."

Scott and Jean just looked at each other with an unsure look. Each of them wondering just what the imbedded plant genetic could mean to the development of the embryo that she now carried within her.

As Jean further studied and mapped out the details of the plant genetics, she also found some curious differences between the plant genetis in their own bodies and the peculiar genetics of the spore samples she had collected.

"What does it all mean?" Scott pondered as he studied the data.

"Whatever this strange encoding is, it is partially incomplete and too dispersed to manifest itself as any latent physical characteristic. It is my guess that if anything, it is like an imbedded encoding for an instinct or some kind of behavioral pattern.

"Instinct?" Scott wondered. "For what?"

"Who can say?" But if some of these plants have already been on earth for a time then its genetic encoding may already exist in a portion of the human population creating some sort of behavioral or instinctive influence. And if my guess is right I would suspect that it would be of a sexual nature."

"Well whatever this behavioral influence might be, I can't say that I really feel any different that I ever used to." Scott replied with a shrug. "Except for the fact that I feel a whole lot hornier than I ever did before, but what can you expect with me looking at you looking the way you do. Just the mere sight of you and your marvelously enormous breasts really gets me turned on," he added as he pulled Jean close to him caressing her soft full bosom. "And you know, to tell you the truth, I certainly wouldn't mind if they were even bigger."

"Oh, really?" Jean laughed as she pressed her breasts against him. "Not big enough for you, huh? Well, I have to admit, they do feel so incredibly nice, and I find that I am enjoying them so much, that I myself certainly wouldn't object to them being a bit larger, or for that matter even a lot larger."

As Jean kissed Scott passionately, it suddenly dawned on her just what was happening. The whole nature of just what she and Scott were saying suddenly became clear to her. "Thats it!" she exclaimed excitedly, pulling away from Scott. "That must be the behavioral modification, the instinct that's been imbedded in the human genome. In all my life I don't remember ever thinking about my breasts one way or the other, they were just appendages, and their shape and size was not really ever an issue with me. But now my breasts are something that's always on my mind. They are a constant factor now in my thinking and my behavior."

"You know, I think you might be right." Scott said, trying to look objectively at his own behavior. "In the past if anything I had always had somewhat of a foot fetish. Remember how I used to pay so much attention to your feet and how dainty and pretty they were? To be honest I haven't even thought twice about your feet since my transformation, all that I can think about are your magnificent breasts. And you are definitely right about one thing... Size does matter!"

"It all make sense now that I think about it," Jean continued. "If the transformation creates a woman with enhanced sexual characteristics and enormously large breasts, then for a man the transformation would imbed the instinct to be attracted to such an enormously endowed woman. That behavioral modification would ensure that the genetic line would stay strong.

"That could explain why so many men are so breast obsessed." Scott realized. "But it doesnt necessarily explain why the interest in further breast expansion."

But there is still another factor in this whole situation that has me puzzled. The fungus like spore samples that were taken from your plant symbiont have a very different genetic configuration that what is found in either of us. I'ts almost as if it has an exactly opposite genetic code to the incomplete portions of the plant DNA within us. It is like it contains the missing pieces to a complex jigsaw puzzle. Whatever it is that the spores may develop into, it must have some genetic factor that is intended to somehow eventually combine with its genetic counterpart that we now carry.

"But to what end?" Scott pondered. "For what purpose?

"The only way to know is to try to propogate the spores and see just what kind of lifeform they grow into," she replied with an unsure look. I could tell more also if I could study how the plant genetic is carried on in humans to the next generation. What is the possibility of contacting your cousin and perhaps sampling the DNA of one of his children?

"I suppose it's possible, I'm sure he would cooperate, especially if it means enlightening him on his own childhood experience.

While Scott made a few phone calls to track down his cousin, Jean began the process of trying to grow the spore samples. As it was, she didnt have a lot to work with and she knew that conditions would have to be just right to get them to germinate if at all. But she did know that whatever it was that might develop, it would make the alien plants life cycle complete and she wondered if making that happen was even a good idea. But she was a scientist, and she was curious, and she just had to find out no matter what the consequence.
 

Chapter Four: Unconventional Convention

"We have investigated dozens of these cases and still havent found any one of them to have a prosecutable offense." Platt complained as she paced the floor in Wilder's motel room where they had been studying the stack of BE-files that he had spread out across his bed. "And you still insist that there is some sort of conspiracy or some kind of common connection between all of these cases. I really just don't see it, they are all too different in nature and most of them are pure nonsense"

Wilder just sat on the bed with a half smile, staring into the screen of his laptop computer on which he was busily inputing data.

"For example," Platt continued, "this case of the plastic surgeon in Texas who became alarmed and filed a missing persons report when one of his patients vanished after supposedly experiencing extreme breast expansion resulting from an experimental procedure he had developed. Yet there is still no proof that the incident ever actually happened."

"No proof other than she supposedly put on quite a stage show in Las Vegas before she disapearred." Wilder replied. "But that case has been turned over to another division that's investigating a flesh peddling operation which has allegedly been abducting young women and selling them into bondage in the mideast."

"The nearest we came to having something we could prosecute with was the case with that Dexter kid, the one who was growing his own BE-coli cultures at home, but because he was a juvenile and because of a lack of evidence, charges were dropped."

"Thats another thing that has me puzzled. How this whole BE-coli epidemic ended doesn't make sense to me. According to the initial projections, the epidemic should have lingered on for months with the infection rate dropping gradually as the bacteria naturally mutated. But the epidemic ended suddenly, almost overnight. Coincidently if you recall there was an outbreak of a 24-hour stomach flu that swept across the country. I think there was a connection. And speaking of connections...," Wilder continued as he looked at the information that displayed on his computer screen. "I have found a few more connections between some of these cases. It seems that Dexter kid had mentioned that one of the friends he had given the bacteria cultures to had moved to a town called 'Cowville' which coincidently happens to be the location of one other BE report that we have yet to investigate. And also there is another connection with our new friend in the BE business, Max Beeman, whose finger prints we found all over that office. It seems that the day he was terminated from his last known job coincides in date and location with that triple report of spontaneous BE."

"That sounds incriminating enough for me, I think its time we picked him up." Platt said with an anxious tone.

"All in due time my dear agent Platt, I think a little patience right now might prove fruitful," Wilder replied not lifting his eyes from his computer. "I've been spending some time on the internet and I've been keeping my eye on a few things. There are several websites which are BE oriented, and there is an excellent resource of material to give one an insight into the mind of a BE-nut. But the one thing that bears watching is this online group known as the 'BE-buddies'. I have manage to get myself on their member list and have been observing their activities, usually its just an exchange of stories, sightings, ideas, and idle dribble but something has come up which may make our investigations go a whole lot easier."

"Go on," Platt said impatiently.

"It seems that the BE-buddies are hosting a BE-Convention."

"A BE-Convention?" Platt said with an incredulous tone. "You mean as in all the BE-nuts in the country gathering together in the same room all at the same time?"

"Precisely," wilder said looking up from his computer with a broad smile.

"This is too good," Platt said with a laugh. "So all we have to do is show up, round them all up and haul them off to the loony bin."

"Well, maybe not quite," Wilder chuckled. "But it will give us a chance to identify a lot of possible suspects, and if we are lucky, maybe even make a few arrests."

"So when and where is this gathering of perverts going to be?

"It's only one week away, and its located in Sin City itself, beautiful San Francisco where breast expansion through modern technology first became a reality when an exotic dancer found fame by having her breasts injected full of silicone. Its being held at the very club where she first performed."

"Isn't that special," Platt quipped sarcastically. "I can hardly wait to have the chance to mingle with such great minds."

"But first we have one stop to make on our way to the west coast, we have that one report to investigate in Cowville. So bring your cowboy boots, because we'll be walking ankle deep through dairy country," Wilder laughed.

"I can hardly wait," Platt replied, cringing at the thought.
 
 

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Max sat quietly, staring at the untouched plate of food that sat on the table before him, he wasn't at all hungry but Melanie insisted they stop at the next diner as they had been driving for hours without a break.

"What's wrong Max," Melanie asked, touching his hand kindly. You haven't said so much as three words all day."

Max sighed and looked at his hands that were trembling slightly. "I feel strange," he finally replied. "Ever since our encounter with those FBI agents I've been feeling like there is some sort of energy building inside me, something I've never felt before. And it has something to do with my abilities, like their changing or something." Max's mouth felt dry and he eyed the glass of water that sat on the table before him. But as he started to reach for it something odd happened, the glass moved by itself, sliding across the table meeting his hand halfway."

"How did you do that?" Melanie asked as she and Max both sat with a surprised look on their faces.

"I really don't know." He replied as he set the glass back down on the far side of the table to see if the event might repeat itself. As he gestured his hand toward the glass it again slid toward him. Max was amazed. Pointing his finger at the glass he channeled his thought in another directiion, and the glass slid away from him. Max's mind swam, he remembered what Mojo Jim had said about his powers growing, and he realized what had happened to make them suddenly increase. "It was the adrenalin, that must be it. I hadn't been that scared in ages, and my adrenalin was pumping like crazy. The adrenalin must be what makes my powers grow."

Melanie just sat and watched as Max played with his new ability, making things move back and forth on the tabletop. Concentrating on his dinnerplate it started to rise and hovered in mid air between them.

"Max, stop that!" Melanie exclaimed in a hushed voice, grabbing the plate and setting it back down on the table. "Someone might see."

Max realized melanie was right, he had forgotten for a moment the feelings of paranoia that he had been having lately, feeling constantly like someone was watching and following him. Glancing around the room he was relieved that the few other people in the place seemed oblivious to their presence. But there was one lone man sitting across the diner at the counter sipping coffee who for some reason gave Max an uncomfortable feeling. He was tall and thin and was wearing a long dark green coat. As max eyed the man it almost seemed that he could sense that he was being watched as he turned his head and looked at Max for a moment square in the eye. Max quickly looked away, not wanting to make eye contact.

"Do you see that man at the counter?" Max whispered. "I think he's watching us."

Melanie nonchalantly glanced in that direction. "Theres no one there," she said a bit puzzled.

Max felt a bit panicked and insisted they leave immediately and continue on their journey. Driving down the highway Max kept his eyes on his rearview mirror, fearing that someone might be following them but there were no other cars in sight. After many miles Max was having an uncanny feeling that he needed to stop. He wasn't sure why, but he needed to pull off the road and pause for a moment to shake the sensation. Pulling off onto a dirt road he drove a short distance into a wooded area out of view from the main highway.

"Wait here," he said to a puzzled Melanie as he stepped out of the car. "I... uh, ...should be right back." Max walked slowly into the woods. He didn't know just why he was doing this but something or someone was beconing to him, drawing him into the trees.

"I tol' you we be meetin' again." Came a sudden voice from behind. Max spun around to find no one there, but he smiled as he recognized the voice's heavy caribbean accent.

"Tell me what you learn, man," the voice came from another direction.

Max spun around again to see leaning against a tree a thin black man with steel grey eyes, wearing a bright tropical shirt and a broad smile. "Mojo Jim!" Max exclaimed in a surprised tone. "I knew it was you."

The man laughed. "You can just call me Jim." He said in plain english, dropping the odd accent. "There really is no such person as 'Mojo Jim'. He's just someone I made up."

Max gave him a confused look.

"Oh, I was just having a bit of fun with you when we first met. I had to make the whole story believable, I wanted you to believe that I was some magical being who granted you your wish. But the truth of the matter is that you had these abilities all along, and the potion I gave you just helped them to surface. It is up to you to develop them further and to follow your instincts."

"But who are you really and what is this all about. And why is this all happening to me?"

"I am just an ordinary human being like yourself, but you and I have a little something extra that makes us different from most of the people on this planet. Just what that is, is something that you must figure out for yourself. There was a time when I was much like yourself, just learning to control and use my strange new abilities, but that was a long long time ago and they've been developing ever since. But you don't have the luxury of having that kind of time. There are forces at hand that strive to oppose us and to destroy that which lies within us. That is my reason for coming to you today, to warn you that you are being followed and watched by those that would do great harm."

"You mean the people from the FBI?" he asked.

"No, they are the least of our worries. You must beware the 'greencoats'. They are the ones who are our enemies."

"Greencoats? Who the heck are the greencoats?" Max questioned, still no less confused.

"It is their trademark. They have also been called the 'greyskins', and the 'Technids' but they are all the same and they have been our enemies since we came into existence."

"But I still dont understand...," Max insisted.

"Go now, follow your instincts...., time is of the essence. Your abilities are growing strong, use them to your advantage and to defend yourself. We will meet again." Jim said as he mysteriously vanished into thin air.

"No, dont leave, I want to know more!" Max insisted, hoping Jim could still hear him.

"You will know all there is to know...," a voice said trailing off into the woods, "...when you find the Chimerian."

Max just stood there for a moment listening to the soft sound of the wind blowing through the trees. "The Chimerian," he repeated to himself. Something about the strange name sounded so vaguely familiar, it gave him a wierd feeling of deja vu.

As Max and Melanie continued on their journey to the west he sat for the longest time in silence, sorting things out in his mind. Things still weren't making sense, but his feelings of searching were growing stronger. He still didn't know what he was searching for, but whatever it was, he would know it when he found it.
 
 

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As Wilder pulled the car over to the side of the country road, Platt leaned out the car window straining to read the faded letters printed across the side of an old mailbox.

"This is the place," she said as she looked at the old farmhouse in the distance. As they turned up the long gravel drive they could see just how run down the place really was. It looked as if the place was once a thriving dairy farm but it now seemed to have fallen on hard times with only a dozen or so cows left grazing in the sparse fields. "That store keeper in town wasn't kidding when he said the old man had let the place go to hell. And you say that this is where we're supposed to find the girl who that Dexter kid had given all his BE-coli cultures to?"

"Supposedly she came for a visit that summer and when her grandmother passed away she opted to stay on to care for her grieving grandfather," Wilder explained. "The rumor in town is that nobody has seen or heard of her in several months, and that the old guy is keeping her locked up. The BE report that came in was from some high school kids who were nosing around here one night looking for mischief. One kid claimed that he saw something really strange before the old man ran them off with a shotgun. When none of the local authorities believed his bizarre story he finally called the FBI's BE hotline."

"Uh,Oh, looks like trouble," Platt said as the old man stepped out on the front porch, shotgun in hand, to confront their approaching car. "Let me handle this. He may respond a little more kindly to a woman." With some persuasion Platt finally succeeded in getting the old man to lower his weapon and agree to talk to them.

"Like I told you people two weeks ago, she's not here anymore!" the old man said vehemently in response to being asked as to the wherabouts of his granddaughter. "She went home long time ago. So go away and leave me alone."

"We have never been here before, sir. If there was someone else asking about her, they were not from the FBI." Wilder explained.

"Well, it was some rude guy wearing a green coat who said he was from the government, and when I caught him snooping around the barn I gave him a good taste of rocksalt in his backside and sent him hoppin."

"According to Sara's parents, she's been here since last year when your wife died and she stayed on to help out. In fact she just told her mom on the phone last week that she's intending to stay a while longer to help you run the dairy farm." Wilder continued. "So we know she is here, and it you don't let us talk to her now, we will have to return later with a court order and you will be forced to comply."

"Dang," the old man said scratching his chin. "I knew this was all gonna wind up in a heap o' trouble. Dang," he repeated as he looked over at the barn and breathed a heavy sigh. "Sara is a sweet girl and she's been real nice to stay and help me like she has, I never woulda made it through the rough spots without her. But what she's gone and done to herself I had nothin to do with, no way, no how. What she's doin is all her own choice, and I just been helping her with the same kindness as she's been helpin me. I suppose that it's about time that somebody knew whats going on and maybe get her some help if that's what she wants."

Platt and Wilder weren't sure just what to expect as the old man led them over to the barn. Asking them to wait for a moment by the door he said he wanted to let her know she had visitors so she could take a minute to "make herself presentable". A moment later he emerged, saying it was now okay to go in.

Walking in out of the bright sun it took a few moment for their eyes to get accustomed to the dim light inside the barn. The walls were all lined with cattle pens only a few of which held cows. In the distance could be heard the whirring sound of dairy machinery. On the far side of the barn one of the pens was sectioned off with bales of hay and was illuminated by an overhead light. As the two agents approachd they could see the head and shoulders of a young woman over the top of the stacked hay bales.

"Sara?" Wilder called to her, causing her to turn and look at them with a surprised and wide eyed expression like a deer caught in the headlights. "My name is Bill Wilder and this is Janice Platt. We are from the FBI and we just want to ask you a few questions."

"Please, dont come any closer. I'm not, uh... dressed," she pleaded as she hugged the edge of a blanket up to her neck. "Am I, um, in some kind of trouble?"

"Not necessarily," Wilder responded, not approaching any closer as she requested. "We just want to know what became of the BE-coli cultures that Dexter gave you."

"Oh..., well, they're all gone," she replied hesitantly.

"What did you do with them? Platt asked. "Did you give them to anyone else?"

"Um..., No, I used them all up... on... um, myself." she confessed sheepishly, looking down at herself. "I kept them frozen for a long time, and ate them myself once every few months as the effects seemed to wear off, I finished off the last one two months ago."

"And what, if I might ask, is the result of you having done such a thing." Wilder asked, inching closer, his imagination almost getting the best of him as to just what it was she was hiding.

Sara breathed a heavy sigh. "I guess I knew it was inevitable that you people would someday come around and I wouldn't be able to hide any more, so I might as well just show you."

As the two agent walked around into view, Sara dropped the blanket and let it slide to the ground. For the longest moment Platt and Wilder just stood there speechless with eyes wide and mouths open in shock at the sight before them. Sara was sitting on a chair leaning forward slightly with her arms resting on the smooth surface of the largest pair of breasts that either of them had ever seen. Her breasts were so large and full that even with her arms outstretched, her dinner plate sized nipples were still far beyond reach. The two huge pink mounds of flesh looked like gigantic water filled weather balloons and were resting on a mattress that had been placed on the ground for her comfort.

"Aren't they beautiful," Sara said as she slid her hands over their vast surface. "Aren't they the biggest and the most wonderful breasts that you've ever seen. They are so perfect, not a single stretch mark anywhere, and they are so nicely shaped. I really love the way they look and feel," she said with an almost glassy look in her eyes. "You can touch them if you like, they're so soft and nice."

Wilder still speechless, knelt down and slowly extended an almost trembling hand. He touched her skin gingerly at first and finding it warm and inviting he pressed his hand against its softness and slid his fingers slowly across its surface. Wilder was feeling strange, like some distant instinct was welling inside him. Something in him wanted to plunge headlong into the bottomless cleavage that stretched before him.

"Ahem," Platt cleared her throat loudly, with an annoyed expression, snapping Wilder back to reality. "Seems that we've let things get a little out of hand haven't we?" she said to the girl almost scoldingly as she stood there with her arms folded.

Sara breathed a heavy sigh. "I know you must think I'm crazy or something to do such a thing to myself, but way back when the 'booby-bug' epidemic started I was so excited to think that I would finally get to have boobs, and when they started to grow I was so happy. But when they started forcing the cure on everybody, I was determined to not let them stop me untill my breasts were as big as I wanted them to be. So that's why I took the cultures and froze them and hid them away and came out here to the farm away from anybody and everybody who could stop me. At first I just wanted to have the biggest and the best breasts of all the kids in school so that then I would have the popularity and the boyfriends and all the attention. But as they continued to grow they felt so wonderful and nice and I loved the sensation of knowing that every morning when I would wake up they would be just a little bit bigger. Something in me changed, I became obsessed with their size, I wanted them to keep growing bigger and bigger no matter what the consequence, I don't understand really why I have done this to myself, it really logically doesn't make sense, but I love my breasts, and I really enjoy having them as big as they are, and I'm disappointed that their growth has stopped and they won't be getting any bigger." Sara paused with another heavy sigh as a single tear rolled off her cheek and ran slowly down the surface of her enormous breast. "So what now?" she asked. "Am I under arrest? Will I go to prison?

Platt started to say something but Wilder stopped her. Pulling her to the side the two agents argued with each other quietly. Platt seemed to be insistant in her intent but Wilder was standing his ground against her. Sara waited anxiously as the two agents approached her to inform her as to what was to be her fate.

"So what is your intention, young lady? What kind of life did you have in mind for yourself now that you are a prisoner of your own bosom." Platt asked, wanting to know more of what was going on in the girls obviously confused mind.

"Oh, I don't consider myself a prisoner," Sara responded positively. "I am perfectly capable of getting around and taking care of my needs and making a life for myself. Let me show you." Leaning forward on her breasts, pushing her chair back and standing up on her feet, the agents could now see that she was wearing jeans and jogging shoes. Then with a mighty effort she placed her hands on her knees and strained to stand upright. Amazingly she managed to pull her massive bosom nearly off the ground. "Each one may weigh well over one hundred pounds but I've been doing a lot of back exercises all along so I can still manage to get them off the ground enought to move around a bit. But for total mobility my grandfather built this for me." Reaching around behind her she grabbed the handle of a large wheelbarrow, specially designed just for her use. Pulling it into position under her, with a mighty heave she leaned back and pulled her massive load into its padded cradle. Sara stood there perfectly upright with a grin on her face, holding the handles of the wheelbarrow with her breasts perfectly supported and balanced. With a minimum of effort she pushed forward and her bosom glided before her on air cushion wheels with precision bearings. "See," she said gleefully, "hardly any effort at all. With this contraption I can go anywhere I want with ease, and even go jogging. But let me show you what else."

The two agents followed as Sara guided her load through a wide doorway into another large and brightly lit room. Looking around they were surprised to find that is was nicely furnished and specially designed for Sara's special needs. It had a fully equipped kitchen area, a specially designed bed and lounging area with TV, stereo, and all the other amenities, and an office area equipped with a phone, fax, and computer.

"I was in the process of setting up my own website where I would be selling memberships to those who would like to join my own photoclub." Sara explained. "I figured I could make a more than adequate living for myself that way as well as finance the restoration of my grandfather's dairy farm. He had been selling off his herd to help pay for the expense of getting things set up for me and building a home for me here, since I was no longer able to fit through the doorways of the farmhouse.

The two agents looked around in amazement. To Wilder this was not the doing of a confused and unbalanced person. Sara seemed to him to have a good handle on her life and positive plans for her future. Platt on the other hand disagreed, she thought that this poor insane girl belonged in an institution, and she should have a team of doctors surgically reliever her of her deformity. With a little more arguing Platt finally threw up her hands and conceded to let Wilder deal with handling the rest of this case.

"We came here to investigate the possibility that there might be criminal activity involved," Wilder began, thoughtfully scratching his head and addressing an anxious Sara. "Possession of live BE-coli cultures is a federal offense, but we have no evidence since, as you say, the cultures are all gone. Having used the cultures only on yourself you are not guilty of infecting anyone else against their will. And since you are over eightteen and have acted of your own accord and are not held here against your will, then we see no reason to press any charges or to make any arrest at this time."

A relieved and excited Sara was grinning from ear to ear. "Thank you," she said as she jumped up and down excitedly, sending waves of breastflesh undulating across the surface of her expansive bosom.

Soon, as Sara with her wheelbarrow full of breast and her grandfather were standing in the warm afternoon sun waving their goodbyes, agents Wilder and Platt drove off down the dusty country road.

"I cant believe that we're just going to let that little psycho get away with what she's done to herself and with what she could have done to countless others." Platt said after a long icy silence.

"Having big breasts is not a crime. Nor is it a crime to enjoy having big breasts," Wilder replied. "Besides, what would be the point? Why punish the poor girl just because she chose to indulge her own personal obsession. If she's happy with herself, who are we to pass any kind of judgement on her and impose any kind of change in her life when she seems so perfectly content with her situation? I say we should just live and let live."

As the two agents continued their drive toward the west, they drove in bitter silence. Platt sat tight lipped staring out the window, still seething. But as Wilder drove, a half smile crept across his lips as his thoughts drifted to the still fresh memories and mental images of his encounter with Sara and her magnificent enormous breasts.
 
 

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Sara and her grandfather still stood and watched as the car finally disappeared from view on the distant horizon. "Dang, that was a close one," he said as he wiped the beads of sweat from his brow. I thought for sure they were going to arrest us, let alone find out about our little secret."

"No kidding," Sara said with a sigh of relief. "But I'm feeling like I'm going to explode so I gotta get back into the barn and get back to the business at hand. They sure picked a lousy time to just drop in like that."

As Sara wheeled her massive load back into the barn and got herself back into position on the mattress, Grandpa uncovered the stainless steel machinery that he had so quickly concealed under the horseblankets and hay. Uncoiling the hoses and positioning the custom made fittings over Sara's bulging nipples, he turned on the pumps and the machine whirred into action. As the copious white fluid began to flow steadily through the transparent hoses, Sara moaned at the release of the pressure that had been too long building inside her. "I do so much enjoy milking time," She said with a contented smile. "It gives me such a feeling of supreme satisfaction to feel my milk let down and flow so freely."

"I still don't feel right in doing this, even though if you hadn't insisted on it we would have lost the farm months ago." The old man said, still finding it hard to believe that he had let himself get talked into resorting to doing such a thing. "You've been prodicing daily more than what ten of my best cows ever did. But if the FDA ever found out that the cows milk I've been taking to market is actually half human breast milk, we'd really be in a heap o' trouble."

"I really dont think we need to worry anymore about anyone bothering us. There's no more reason for anyone else to come around. Besides, I've been doing some research on the internet and I think I may have found another market for my breastmilk. It seems that there are people in the world that would pay a much higher price for a steady supply, and I've been in touch with a guy named Omar who is sort of an underground exotic foods dealer and he says he is willing to purchase all that I can provide at a much higher price. He's coming here next week to work out a deal and to arrange to have his private helicopter stop by for a weekly pickup. If all goes well we could soon have enough money to completely rebuild the farm and then some."

"Just be careful, my dear." the old man said with a word of caution, not liking the sound of what she could be getting into. "Just be very, very careful."
 

Chapter Five: The return of Amber Blossom (Mindtrip - part 2)

The air in the dark little strip club was typically smokey and smelled of stale beer, and as seemed to be the usual, the music was turned up way too loud for the sound system causing an annoying distortion. But the crowd that filled the place didn't really care, they didn't come to listen to the music or to enjoy the atmosphere, they were there for one thing, and that was to see the women. The girl gyrating to the music onstage was in her final stage of undress, dropping her g-string to the floor as she finished up her set. All the men were hooting and hollaring and some of them were tossing money on the stage in an effort to draw her attention in their direction. But most of the men were holding back on their money in anticipation of the feature performer that was due onstage next.

Backstage the girl known as Amber Blossom was putting the final touches on her outfit. As she stared at herself in the mirror she found her mind wandering back to a time that now seemed so long ago, back when she was the plain and simple Kim Wilson. She remembered how her strange experience with the mysterious hallucinogenic mushrooms left her with her amazing telekinetic abilities, and an ability to change the shape of her body at will. In the beginning she was so excited with her new abilities, and how she was finally able to have the kind of body that she always wanted, and after a series of bizarre events she took on the identity of the vivacious Amber Blossom and has ever since been performing in clubs all over the country leaving her past life and former identity long behind. But lately she had been feeling increasingly uneasy, something was bothering her and she wasn't quite sure what it was. She still thrilled at the idea of being the center of attention and being worshipped by so many men, but there seemed to be something missing in her life now and the feeling was getting stronger.

The announcers voice boomed announcing her entrance, snapping her from her thoughts back to the business at hand. Looking at herself in the mirror she concentrated on her curves, filling out her backside slightly to get the best effect for the outfit she was wearing and expanding her breasts a bit more making them bulge deliciously out of the top of her bikini.

The music boomed loudly, the curtain parted, and the audience whooped and hollared as Amber strutted onstage. Her shimmering gold bikini, stretched tightly over her magnificent bosom, reflected the spotlights dazzlingly. As she danced provocatively and wiggled and bounced her breasts encicingly, the noise from the crowd increased and dollar bills rained down around her like confetti. She had a way of working the crowd into a frenzy, dancing her way around the stage leaning her ample cleavage forward, inviting the men to thrust their fistfulls of money into its bottomless depths. As she danced, she swelled the size of her breasts slightly larger making her bikini top strain against the tide of breastflesh. Finally, as she intended, the snap holding her bikini together would give way making her breasts bounce and wobble free, dropping her load of cash to the stage floor and driving the crowd to further frenzy. As amber finished her set and was slowly making her way around the stage gathering up her tips, she glanced around the club searchingly. Finally in the dim light toward the back she could see her boyfriend Bud, as usual keeping an eye on her and acting as her guardian. She would still flash back at times to her experience with the man in the green coat, and having Bud around to protect her was a great comfort to her even though she now knew that with her abilities she was perfectly capable of defending herself.

Back in her private dressing room Amber dropped her bag full of tips on the table not even bothering to assess just how much she had taken in. Lately it seemed that the money was no longer even an issue. She already had plenty of money in the bank and she preferred to let Bud take care of all the finances. Sitting at her dressing table, she glanced around for her hairbrush, only to spot it out of the corner of her eye on the floor in the corner of the room. Feeling just a bit too tired to get up and go retrieve it, Amber just focused her telekinetic abilities and the brush quickly rose off the floor and flew through the air into her outstretched hand. Even though she really enjoyed using her telekinetic abilities, she normally didn't like to make a habit of using them for everyday things lest she become too lazy. Amber found herself spacing out again, staring into the mirror as she brushed her hair, her mind drifting again to other thoughts besides the work at hand.

Ambers mind was again snapped back to reality by the feel of Bud's hands on her shoulders, massaging her muscles gently and comfortingly.

"You seem a bit tense tonight," Bud said sensing the tightness in her upper back. "Seems like for days now you've had something on your mind and you seem a little distracted in your work, like your mind is somewhere else besides on your dancing."

I suppose your right," Amber said with a sigh. "I dont really know what it is, but I keep having this nagging feeling that there is something that I need to do, or somewhere I need to go or something I need to find. I mean I really enjoy my dancing and all, but I'm feeling like I need to maybe take some time out and sort out whats going on in my head."

"Anything you want to do is fine with me," Bud said with an understanding tone. "We have only one more commitment in San francisco and then we can take off as much time as you like. Don't forget you promised to make an appearance at the BE-Convention. But if you need me to, I can cancel it for you."

"Oh, not at all," Amber said, Standing up and turning toward Bud, holding him close and pressing her full bosom against his chest. "I wouldn't want to miss that. I have been looking forward to meeting all those guys who have been sending all that nice email."

"Okay then, but as soon as the show is over were taking some time off for a little R and R." Bud insisted as he held her in his arms pulling her even closer to feel her bulbous chest agains his, and as he did so she swelled her breasts even further for his pleasure.

Just then, the chime of Amber's cel phone distracted the two lovers from their tender moment. Normally she would have let her message service take the call as she normally didn't want to chance answering any calls from her parents while she was working, after all, they still thought she was away at college. But this time for some reason she felt compelled to answer.

As Amber answered the call, Bud watched and tried to listen in, curioius as to who could be calling, but whover it was, she was pleasantly excited to be hearing from them. After a long and animated conversation she finally hung up.

"This is incredible," Amber said excitedly. "That was my Uncle Scott. I hadn't seen him in years. My Dad had given him my phone number and he's been wanting to get a hold of me concerning some genetic research he's been doing. Apparently my Dad has some kind of genetic trait that he wants to study and he thinks it may be passed on to me. And he wants me to come see him if I can at his fiancee's mountain cabin where their research laboratory is and he says we're welcome to stay as long as we like. I couldn't think of a better opportunity for us to get away from it all for awhile, and spend some time relaxing in a mountain retreat and its only a days drive away. I told him we could be there first thing next week."

"Hmm... that sounds really good to me. Up in the forest in the middle of nowhere, might be a good opportunity to really let yourself go and test the limits of your powers. You've never really tested just how big these things can get," he said with a big smile as he cradled her breasts in his hands.

Amber laughed, "You'd really like to find that out wouldn't you. So you think it's not good enough that I can expand them so big that they totally fill our motel room."

"Mmmm, yes, I love it when you do that" Bud said with a dreamy look in his eyes thinking about how much he loved having sex with Amber and then drifting off to sleep with his whole body nestled into her cleavage. "But the only problem is that we can only go so big before we end up having to pay for a collapsed bed, broken furniture and cracked walls like we did that last time when you had a little too much wine to drink and didn't realize just how big you were expanding."

"Yes you do have a point. Being up in the mountains we can hike into the forest and find a nice secluded place where we can campout for a few days and really have some time to ourselves to indulge our fantasies."

The rest of that evening Amber did her performances with a renewed energy, she was excited with the anticipation of taking such a vacation. But she did still have the one more appearance to make the next evening at the BE-convention. Little did she realize just how interesting that evening was going to be.
 

Chapter Six: Converging Lives

It was mid-afternoon when Max and Melanie crossed the bay bridge into San Francisco. Even though they were tired from their long drive, neither of them had ever even been to California, so they were both rather excited at the prospects of exploring the city. Max was enjoying the sights but he still did have that nagging feeling that he was looking for something. They both knew that this was a place where they could probably do very well to set up their operation again, offering their natural alternative to plastic surgery. This city was strange enough that nobody would ever bother to question or investigate the unusual nature of their business. As the sun was setting and the city was coming alive with neon lights, they found themselves driving down Broadway and marveling at the sight of all the strip clubs. Never before had they seen so many topless and nude clubs all in one place. But there was one illuminated sign that caught Max's eye in particular. Written accross the marquis of one of the clubs were the words "First Annual BE Convention - Today Only".

"Now that's what I call a perfect opportunity," Melanie chuckled. "What better place to find prospective clients."

Max nodded in agreement, but he still was a bit dumbfounded at the sight of the sign. He had an overwhelming feeling that going in and checking this convention out was not only just a good idea for the sake of their business, but it was something he felt strangely compelled to do. He really didn't know why but there was something or someone in there that he had to find. Max pulled into the adjoining lot and parked. As he escorted Melanie into the club he paused in a moment of deja vu as he stared at the poster on the wall beside ther door. "Tonight only," it read. "The magnificent Amber Blossom - The Girl with the Expandable Breasts" Pulling open the heavy padded door they walked into the dim interior and followed the signs directing them to a large private party room at the back of the club where the BE-Convention was in progress.

Little did Max and Melanie realize, as they entered the club, that outside in the parking lot, two people were sitting in their car, observing them from a distance.

"What did I tell you," agent Bill Wilder said smugly as he hung up his cel phone and disconnected his laptop computer from the FBI's vehicle tracking system. "I knew this was where they would end up. And after having run all the license plates of the cars in the parking lot and having the bureau's computers run a cross check with the internet accounts of all those who frequented the BE websites, we now have a list of more than thirty BE suspects complete with I.D. photos and personal histories who are now at this moment sitting inside that club.

"You're always so sure of yourself, aren't you." Platt quipped, still not in a very good mood since their disagreement over their last case. "So, now that we have Max Beeman and a whole room full of nuts just like him, I say we call for backup and go in and arrest the whole lot of them and sort things out later."

"Not so fast. We'll have plenty of time for making arrests, I suggest we relax a bit and just go in and participate in the convention and just observe. Besides, Max is the only one we have anything on anyway, the others, as of yet, are nothing more than just possible suspects for other cases yet to be investigated.

Soon the two agents were entering the club and trying to blend in and mingle without being too conspicuous. Both of them were a bit surprised to find so many people in attendance. Several tables had been set up where exhibitors were offering various BE related items to sell including videos, sex toys, vacuum pumps, herbal BE preparations, inflatable bras and other accessories. There were people offering BE through hypnosis, BE through massage therapy, a plastic surgeon touting his special inflatable breasts implants, and there were several people selling memberships to various BE websites.

"So what do you think?" Wilder asked Platt quietly with a half smirk, knowing full well that she was probably feeling quite uncomfortable being in such a place. "See any thing that interests you."

Platt was so shocked at what she was seeing that she was almost speechless. "Never in all my life have I ever seen such an assortment of perverts, degenerates, and slimeballs all assembled in one place," Platt replied quietly with a revulsive tone, curling her lip with an expression of disgust. "Most of these people look like nerds and computer geeks who must have no life other than surfing the internet looking for pictures of busty women to morph and drool over."

Wilder laughed. He was really getting a kick out of Platt's reaction to the place. "Oh, don't be so hard on them, they are really just normal people from all walks of life who just happen to share a common interest. I suggest you try to relax and mingle and get into the spirit of things. Who knows, maybe somebody here can help you out a bit." Wilder quipped with a smirk, glancing down at her chest.

Platt just glared at Wilder. She couldn't believe his flippant attitude and lack of seriousness about this whole assignment. She was definitely going to give Malcolm an earfull about his behavior when they finally returned to headquarters.

"I suggest that for now we just keep an eye on our friend Max and then make the arrest outside when he finally leaves, I would really like to avoid making a scene." Wilder said sensing Platt's impatience. "In the meantime lets just lay low and observe and otherwise enjoy the activities."

On the far side of the room, unaware that they were being watched, Max and Melanie were also mingling with the crowd, meeting people and passing out business cards to a select few.

"This is quite a gathering of people," Melanie commented to Max as she looked around the room. "I had no idea that there were so many people into BE."

But Max was oblivious to Melanie's words. He stood transfixed at the sight of the person that stood before him surrounded by men taking pictures and asking for autographs. The person at the center of attention was the legendary Amber Blossom. She was dressed in a sheer low cut gown with a lacy pink bra that proudly displayed her bountiful chest and vast cleavage for all to behold. Max was amazed at the sight of someone so beauitiful, so voluptuous, so perfectly built. He had always thought that his own Melanie was the most beautiful woman alive. But now here was someone who was easily her equal. Max wanted to talk to her but for the moment he could only bring himself to stare at her profound beauty and her perfectly enormous breasts. He himself with all his artistic talent could never have shaped a woman so perfectly.

Amber was busily signing posters for the crowd of people that clustered around her but suddenly she paused as if sensing she was being watched, she looked up instinctively directly into Max's eyes. Whether it was some strange recognition or just some sort of deja-vu, the two stood staring at each other for one of those long eerie moments when all else seemed to fade away.

At that moment, before either of them could speak, there was an announcement that it was time for the evening's entertainment to commence and as the crowd shuffled over to the stage area to find seats and the lights were dimmed, Amber was hurried off to her dressing room to get ready for her performance.

"You seem pretty taken by her," Melanie said noticing Max's intense interest in her and feeling a bit forgotten for the moment. "She is quite beautiful, but she has a certain quality about her that makes me wonder if perhaps she could have been one of your past clients."

"I do get the uncanny feeling that I know her from somewhere, but I can't think of where or when that possibly could have been," Max replied with a distant expression on his face. Although he had lost his chance for the moment to speak to the girl, he was determined to catch up to her later that evening after the show.

As Max and Melanie took seats near the stage, agents Wilder and Platt stood in the back of the room where they could keep their eyes on them and observe and study the other suspects in the crowd. As the music started and one of the other dancers stepped onto the stage to "warm-up" the crowd prior to Amber's performance, Wilder noticed a man entering the club accompanied by two rather huge bodyguards who cleared the way for him to a table by the stage. He was a small and dark little man, and was very well dressed, seeming almost out of place in this situation.

Wilder watched the man closely, something about him seemed vaguely familiar. Thinking back to one of the BE reports he had studied about the disappearance of a Las Vegas exotic dancer, it finally dawned on him just who this man could be. Witnesses had given descriptions that matched this man perfectly. Unless he was mistaken this man was most likely the one that the FBI was calling "Omar the Butcher", the one suspected of kidnapping young women and selling them into bondage.

Nudging Platt, and calling her attention to the man, he quietly told her about his suspicions.

"What do you suggest we do?" Platt quietly asked with a slight tone of annoyance. "We came here to arrest Max Beeman, not to get involved in a different case."

"Compared to this guy, Max is no criminal. I would much rather nail this guy who may be responsible for the disappearance of who knows how many women," Wilder insisted. "I'll phone for backup, but if Omar tries to leave before they get here, we're taking him down instead."

Platt reluctantly agreed, at least for the moment. But she still was determined to accomplish the job she had come here to do, and that was to arrest Max for his acts of criminal breast expansion.

As the girl onstage was finishing up her dance, and as the two agents each kept a watchful eye on both Max and Omar, all eyes in the room were focused onstage in anticipation of Amber Blossom's entrance. So no one noticed the strange lone man that had entered the club and was hiding in the dim light at the back of the room, a man who was pale and thin and wearing a long dark green coat. And when the music started and Amber strutted onstage in her shimmering gold bikini, filled to overflowing with her mounds of breastflesh, nobody noticed when the strange man sat down at an empty table in the back of the room. That is, nobody noticed except for Amber's boyfriend and watchful guardian, Bud Jacobs who also hid in the shadows at the back of the room. Bud watched the man closely, knowing right away that he was up to no good. He watched as the man slowly reached into his coat and then glancing around and thinking no one would notice, he pulled out a small object which he concealed under the table. A few moments later as Amber continued with her dance and the excitement of the crowd was getting more intense, the man slowly stood up, made his way to the back of the room and disappeared out of the back door.

Bud knew right away something was dreadfully wrong. He nonchalantly made his way to the table to investigate the object the man left behind. On the floor was a grey cylindrical device. Picking it up he found it to be quite heavy. Bud knew immediately what the device was when he turned it over to reveal a digital display that read sixty seconds and counting down. Bud's heart lept as he realized that he held in his hands what was most likely some sort of explosive device. Realizing there was no time to evacuate the premises, he knew he had only one other option. As quickly and as calmly as he could he carefully carried the device out a side entrance, into an alleyway and ran as far from the club as he could looking for some place to dispose of it. With only ten seconds to spare he spotted a storm drain, and tossing the device into the dark opening, he sprinted for cover. As Bud ducked around a corner, there was a terrific explosion and a massive fireball rose into the night sky.

Inside the club the building shuddered with a terrific vibration and the lights went out plunging everyone into total darkness. Amidst screams and confusion people were climbing over each other to get out of the club. Moments later as the emergency lights finally clicked on, The two FBI agents searched frantically for their suspects. Wilder spotted Omar and his two bodyguards exiting the back door and he followed them in persuit expecting Platt to be right behind him. But Platt had her eyes on Max and Melanie who were climbing onstage.

Amber Blossom sat on the stage dazed and confused, having stumbled with the shock of the explosion. She looked around frantically for Bud but he was nowhere to be seen. "May I help you," came the voice of a man from behind her who was extending a helping hand. She turned to look into the eyes of Max and strangely she knew she could trust him.

"Miss Blossom, my name is Max Beeman and I am very pleased to meet you," he said as he helped her to her feet. "I must to talk to you but first I think we must leave this place as quickly as possible."

As the three of them ducked through the curtain to look for an escape route, Melanie looked back to see agent Platt climbing onto the stage after them, recognizing her right away as one of the agents they had encountered before.

"Max!" Melanie called excitedly in a hushed voice, "Those FBI agents are here and they're following after us. What do we do?"

Max paused for a second to think. "Quickly, out the stage door. The two of you head for the parking lot and get the car. I'll draw her off and try to lose her."

Exiting the stage door into the alleyway. Melanie and Amber headed in one direction while he went in the other, pausing for a moment to make sure that as Platt emerged from the door she would see and follow him. But as he got her attention and turned to run, he realized he was heading into a dead end with no way to escape.

"Max Beeman, I'm with the FBI and you're under arrest!" Platt called as she drew her handgun and pointed it at him. "Don't move!"

Max Stopped and turned, his hands in the air. "I'm not armed, and I haven't done anything wrong. Why are you after me?"

"You are under arrest for criminal acts of breast expansion, and for crimes against women. I suggest you come quietly."

Max stood for a moment speechless, trying to think what to do. He remembered what Jim told him about using his telekinetic powers to defend himself, and there was no way he was going to let himself be taken in. But he did not want to harm this woman, nor did he want to do anything to worsen the severity of the situation.

Just then Platt gasped in surprise. "What the hell," she said as her attention was suddenly turned to the strange sensation she was feeling in her chest. "Oh, God, no!" she uttered, as she lowered her gun and clutched at her bosom. She could feel something happening. Her breasts were starting to swell. She stood there in shock with her arm across her chest feeling her blouse fill out with soft mounds of breastflesh. "What is happening to me?" she said in amazement as her breasts grew rapidly like two inflating baloons. "You're doing this to me aren't you!" she hollared at Max. "But, how? Platt raised her gun again and pointed it at Max. "Stop this right now or I'll shoot,"she demanded.

Max stood as surprised as she was. He didn't know how this was happening either. He was not intentionally imposing his powers on her at all. It was just happening and he had no control over it.

"I mean it!" she said as her breasts began to strain against her blouse. "Stop doing this or I'll kill you where you stand."

Max stood terrified as he looked down the barrel of her gun. His heart raced and he felt his adrenalin surge. As the hammer of the gun clicked back he focused his mind with all of his might and pushed with all the telekinetic ability he could muster. The gun fired and to the surprise of both of them the bullet seemed to pause in mid air for a moment before falling harmlessly to the ground. Repetedly the gun fired several more times, and as the smoke cleared they both looked in awe at the handful of slugs that lay on the ground between them.

Platt dropped her empty revolver to the ground and clutched at her still expanding chest with both hands. "Please," she cried, looking up at Max pleadingly. "Stop this."

"I'm sorry, but I can't" he said feeling rather helpless. But then why should he want to help her anyway, she had just tried to kill him. Max could only think to get away. For her sake as well as his own, he had to get away from her as quickly as possible. As Platt's blouse stretched tightly and the buttons started to pop, Max dashed away down the dark alleyway, leaving her to struggle with her two massive breasts that now stuck out through her tattered blouse like two huge watermelons.

"Stop," she called after him. "You can't get away." Bending down to retrieve her gun she stumbled forward with the unfamiliar weight of her now enormous breasts. Trying to run after Max in persuit, her breasts bounced and wobbled so wildly that they threw her off balance, making it impossible for her to continue. Platt was anguished. Surrendering herself to the situation she sat on the ground and moaned in utter anguish, clutching at her breasts, trying to constrain them.

As Max emerged from the alleyway, a voice called to him from the shadows. "Max, over here!"

Turning toward the voice he was surprised to see Amber Blossom. "Where is Melanie?" he asked.

His question was immediately answered by the sound of squealing tires as Melanie pulled up in the car. "Quick, get in," she called to Max and Amber.

The sound of alarms and fire engines filled the air and a red glow flooded the night sky from the fire that burned in the rubble that used to be an office building across the street from the club.

"My God!" Amber exclaimed at the sight of the destruction. "What is happening, and where is Bud? You've got to help me find him!"

Her question was no sooner answered than when she spotted a dazed and bewildered Bud Jacobs stumbling down the sidewalk heading back around to the front of the club. Amber managed to get his attention and soon he was he was in the car with her and embraced in her arms.

"I was so worried about you," she sobbed. "Where did you go, and what happened?"

"It was another man in a green coat, I spotted him in the back of the club and I saw him plant a bomb. I had no time to do anything but take it outside and try to dispose of it. If it had gone off inside, everyone would have been killed."

Listening to Bud's story, Max remembered Jim's warning about the greencoats and wondered what connection there was with these people. As he drove around to the front of the club past all the commotion, Amber groaned when she spotted her little red convertible, crushed under a fallen telephone pole.

"My God, what do we do?" Amber moaned. "That car was our only way out of here."

"Don't worry,"Max assured them, "We'll take you wherever you need to go. But I think we need to get away from here as quick and as far as possible."

Bud and Amber heartily agreed, knowing that the strange man in the green coat was around they too wanted to put some distance between him and them.

"Where to?" Max asked.

"I know where we can go where nobody will find us and where we can hide for as long as we like. It's not too far and it up in the mountains away from everybody."

As the four bewildered unfortunates escaped into the night, what was left of the BE convention was dispersing as well. Agent wilder, had successfully apprehended "Omar the Butcher" and his two henchmen with the help of the back-up agents that fortunately were entering the club as Omar was trying to leave. But Wilder was concerned as to what had become of Platt. He hadn't seen her since the lights went out and was getting worried. Searching the premises he followed the sound of sobbing that echoed through the back alleyway. Locating the source, he gasped at the sight of the figure that sat in the dim light before him.

Janice Platt sat on the ground holding in her lap the two enormous pink masses that were now her breasts.

"Are you all right?" Wilder asked, as he stared at her in awe.

"What do you mean, am I all right?" she snapped bitterly, looking up at him with tears streaming down her face. "Look at me! Do I look like I'm all right? He turned me into a goddam freak!" she moaned.

Wilder didn't know what to say as he looked at her. He felt a mixture of emotions. He felt bad for her in her anguish, but at the same time the sight of her was exquisitely arousing. Helping her to her feet he could not help but feel the full softness of her breasts against him, and it felt enticing.

"Dont touch me," she snapped, pushing his unintentionally groping hand away. "You're just as bad as Max, and every other other man in the world for that matter. All you have on your mind is tits - big, nasty, grotesque tits, and now look at me, I'm just another piece of flesh for men to drool over. If it's the last thing I ever do I'm going to find that Max Beeman and make him undo what he's done to me, and then I'm going to make him pay. I'm going to make him suffer like no man has ever suffered."

Refusing Wilder's help, Platt hugged her bosom close and balanced herself. Walking precariously under its unfamiliar weight, she slowly made her way back to their car. Wilder followed behind not sure just what to do next. He would just as soon call off the investigation but he knew that Platt was now even more determined to find Max and would not give up until she had done so. He wondered though if the nature of her new physical shape would perhaps be too much of a hinderence for her and a distraction for him in performing the job at hand.

While Platt rested in the car, Wilder finished up his report as quickly as he could and turned everything over to the other agents to let them wrap things up. At Platt's request he had omitted any mention of her unfortunate encounter with Max and her resulting physical changes.

It was three hours later when the two agents were finally able to hit the road and get back on the trail of their suspect. Platt was now wearing the only thing that they could find to cover her massive naked breasts and that was a grey knit sweatshirt that, in spite of its extra large size, was stretched tightly over her enormous bosom. As they drove, Platt sat staring out the window into the night in silence. Wilder was finding it difficult to keep his eyes on the road, his gaze being constantly drawn to the masses that Platt held in her lap, noticing how they would undulate and jiggle with every bump they hit. In the dim light he wasn't sure but on occasion he thought he could see Platt squeezing her now promimnently protruding nipples. He was hoping that in some way in spite of her great disdain for her new breasts she still might find at least some tiny bit of pleasure in them as well.
 

Chapter Seven: To the Mountains

Once the four fugitives had crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and left the San Francisco area with no sign of anyone following them, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Finally they had a moment to properly introduce themselves to each other and get to know who their new traveling companions were. Still confused over just what connection Amber and Bud had with the "greencoats", Max asked if they could enlighten him on who they were and why they were after them as well.

"Well..., Um," April started to speak first, but hesitated., She wasn't quite sure where to begin and quite what to say, she didn't necessarily want to tell all about her telekinetic and body morphing abilities.

"Let me explain," Max said, sensing their reluctance to talk. "For some reason we seem to have a common problem with these men called "greencoats", and I think it would be a good idea if we both shared what we know about them and why they're after us and figure this situation out."

"I've only ever had an encounter with one such man, and that was a few years back, but he ended up dead and, well, I never thought he would ever be a problem again, and I haven't I seen any such man since."

"Uh, that's not exactly right, Bud piped in. "Since you've been doing the dance circuit I have been seeing them now and then. Usually they just hide in the back of the club and watch for a while and then they disappear. But they've never tried anything like this before."

Amber looked at him with a furrowed brow. "Why haven't you ever told me about this?"

"I didn't want you to worry, and I didn't see any reason to upset you. Even though it's always been a different guy each time, they've always been kinda skinny and I knew I could take 'em easy if they ever tried anything."

Max had a feeling about Amber. As he drove, he he couldn't help but watch her closely in the rear view mirror, making it a little difficult to keep his eyes on the road. Considering her look of perfect beauty and her delightfully full breasts, he could only conclude that she herself must have abilities similar to his own. "So tell me, how did you come to acquire your ability for body morphing and breast expansion?"

Amber hesitated to talk, surprised that he should even know. Even though she used her breast expansion ability in her performance she never pubicly did it to the degree that anybody could believe that it was anything more than an illusion of costuming and lighting, and she never really admitted to really having such an ability. But she had a feeling about Max that she could trust him with the truth. She proceeded to tell Max and Melanie the whole story of her childhood dream of having big breasts, and how her dreams came true as a result of her having eaten the strange hallucinogenic mushrooms that sent her on a bizarre mindtrip and left her with her psychokinetic abilities. And she told how she used her abilities to change from the skinny and plain Kim Wilson to her present identity as Amber Blossom.

"That is a most interesting story," Max said, "but it is quite different than how I came to acquire my own abilities to alter body shapes."

"You have the power too?" Amber said with a tone of surprise. "But how?"

"Mine came as a result of my having helped what I thought was a voodoo wizard and he granted me my wish to have the ability to alter peoples bodies at will. At first my powers were too much for me to handle but with Melanie's help I finally learned to control them. Or at least I thought I had full control." Max added with a sigh. "This evening somehow my powers got away from me and I caused that poor FBI woman's breasts to swell to the point of nearly immobilizing her. I still don't quite understand how I did that.

"Um, well, you didn't exactly do that," Amber said sheepishly. "When Melanie went to get the car, I hid and waited for you thinking maybe I could use my powers to help you get away, and when I saw that she had you cornered, well, I did the first thing that came to mind, and well, you know what happened."

Max just shook his head, relieved at least that he hadn't really lost control, but he was still wondered what would become of the woman. Perhaps he might later have the chance to correct the matter but he wasn't going to worry about that right now. "I still don't know what the heck is going on, but it seems that these greencoats have a definite interest in our abilities."

"Seems like more of a fear than an interest," Melanie interjected. "If they really wanted to know more of your abilities they would have tried to capture you rather than destroy you. And why they should choose to try to destroy us where and when they did, at a BE convention, shows that they apparently want to wipe out as many people as they can who have any kind of interest in BE as well."

"I am so confused," Max said in exasperation. "The FBI is after us, the greencoats are trying to kill us, and I've been having these strange dreams, and wierd feelings, and these crazy visits from 'Mojo Jim' with his riddles about finding this 'Chimerian' or something. I just wish we could figure out what the heck is all this about."

"I feel exactly the same way," Amber replied. "I too have been having strange feelings and dreams. And that name you said, that 'Chimerian', it sounds so familiar like something I can almost remember but not quite. Maybe when we meet my Uncle Scott he can help us figure this whole thing out, he's pretty smart, he's a scientist. I'm sure he will help us if he can. And if nothing else, I'm sure he'll let us hide out for a while in his fiance's cabin while things cool off."

It was a few hours later when Max wearily turned off the main highway to find a gas station and a place to get something to eat and take a short rest stop. As he pulled into a busy truckstop and parked, he eyed the adjoining diner and all the truckers that were inside. "If I might make a suggestion, I think it would be a good idea if we didn't go into this place with two of the most beautiful women that any of these truckers have probably ever seen. Perhaps we could tone it down a bit, and not attract so much attention."

Everyone agreed, and with a little focused concentration, Max reshaped Melanie's body back down to her less shapely and a lot less busty former self, leaving her with just enough hips to hold up her now loose fitting pants.

Amber did likewise, shrinking down her enormous breasts and reducing her body back down to her former flat and skinny Kim Wilson physique. As it was, she needed to resume her identity as Kim anyway before her reunion with Uncle Scott. Changing out of what she still wore of her dance costume, Amber put on some more modest clothing provided by Melanie.

In less than half an hour the four had grabbed a quick bite to eat, the car was gassed up and they were back on the road again. Ahead of them was about two hours of driving before they would arrive at their mountain destination. All of them were anxious to get to the hideaway where they expected they could escape from the outside world for a while and be able to relax. But for both Max and Amber the feelings of anticipation were a little stronger, neither of them knew why but for each of them there was a feeling that something strangely ominous was ahead for them as well. Little did any of them realize that many miles behind them there were others that were following.

***********

The little blip on the computer screen flashed and started to move again.

"Dang," agent Wilder said as he drove keeping one eye on the vehicle tracking system. "It looks like they're on the road again and they're heading into the mountains."

Platt didn't respond, she was still sound asleep, smiling dreamily as she leaned forward with her head resting on her pillows of breastflesh that she hugged in her lap. Mumbling and sitting up it took a moment for her to come to her senses, and then her brow furrowed as she looked at herself in disgust remembering again the previous day's course of events that brought her to such a state of physical deformity.

Wilder was getting concerned about Platt. Her expression as she stared distantly out the window was one of bitterness and emotional anguish. Although her breasts were now extremely large, he still didn't quite understand just why she was taking this whole thing so badly, after all, he knew many women who would be thoroughly delighted with being in her situation. As they drove he watched her closely, noticing the smooth contours and enticing fullness of her bosom, watching every quiver and ever movement closely. To Wilder, Platts body was now a thing of beauty. It was a shame that she couldn't see things the way he did. He wondered what ever could have happened to her in her life to make her loath so much the shape of the female body.

"Are you staring at me?" Platt snapped, glaring at him with an icy stare. "Why do you do that? Why is it that you and all men have to turn into lecherous staring idiots at the sight of any woman who has the misfortune to have big breasts. Why is it that the sight of a bulging bustline makes men forget that women have a brain and a heart as well?"

That's not true," Wilder said in his defense. "Just because men may have an instinct that makes them lust, does't mean they can't love as well."

'Yeah, right, tell that to my father?" Platt retorted, turning her head away and staring back out of the window."

Platt's response made him wonder. Something traumatic must have happened in her life to make her so bitter. "Maybe you could tell me about your father," he said hoping she might open up and talk about it. "What was he like?"

Platt bit her lip and breathed a heavy sigh, reluctant to talk at first, but after a few minutes she spoke up. "My father was an asshole," she said with a harsh tone of bitter resentment, "a typical stupid male asshole. When I was twelve years old he left my mother and I for another woman. The last time I saw him was when he came with his new girlfriend to pick me up for a visit. She was a stupid blonde bimbo with an annoying whiney voice, and she had the biggest boobs I had ever seen bulging out of a dress that was five sizes too small for her. I couldn't understand why my father would leave my mother for a woman like that. I told him then that I hated him and I never wanted to see him again. All he said was "you're just like your mother" and then he and his busty blonde slut drove out of our lives forever. My mother was a decent, intelligent and hardworking woman, but that's not what mattered to my dad, he called her a "plain Jane" who was as "flat as a board", and was constantly telling her she should do something about her looks. I've always been proud to be like my mother, and I've always loathed how men can never seem to get past the external to ever get to know the woman within. Now look at me, I look far worse than that bimbo who took my father away."

Wilder watched her as she continued to stare out the window with a tear streaming down her cheek. He understood now where she was coming from, It didn't take a psychologist to see that she has spent her life trying to punish her father. He wondered about her emotional stability right now and if her present condition might tip her over the edge. He considered discontinuing their persuit of Max, and getting her some help, but that might do her more harm than good at this point. They had to find Max and make him reverse what he did to her if it were even possible, that is if she could stay rational long enough to keep from killing him first. "Don't worry," he said in an attempt to comfort her, "we will catch up with him and he will undo what he has done to you. We are only a few hours behind him and he's nearing his mountain destination. Even if we lose his signal in the canyons we'll search the entire area until we find him."

As Wilder watched the computer screen the blip quit flashing and finally blinked out. The signal had been lost. The map showed that there were only two roads out of the area and if Max used either of them he would be in the clear and they would pick up the signal again. It may take them days to search the mountanous terrain but it was only a matter of time before they would succeed in finding him, and when they did he would be cornered and he would have no where else to run.
 

Chapter Eight: Discoveries and Revelations

Jean looked up from her microscope. She thought she heard the faint whine of an engine echoing through the canyon. "I think someone is coming up the mountain," she said to Scott who was busy at the computer. "It doesn't sound like the mailman, so it must be your niece, Kim, and her boyfriend, arriving a little ahead of schedule."

"I think you're right" He replied, pausing and listening. "Maybe it would be a good idea if we put some clothes on before they got here," he added with a chuckle looking at Jean standing there with her massive breasts jutting out through the front of her labcoat. Since their transformations, most of their clothes didn't necessarily fit too well anyway and, as it was, neither of them really had much desire to cover their nakedness. What was the point?

Soon they were dressed and were on the porch just as the car was coming into view through the trees. When the car finally stopped in front of them and four people emerged, they weren't quite sure what to think."

"Uncle Scott!" Kim yelped as she dashed forward and threw her arms around him giving him a warm hug. "it's been years since I've seen you. And you've,... uh,... changed so much." she added as she stood back and looked at him. "You look like you've really been working out or something."

"Or something," he said with a smile. "And you've changed quite a bit too, you've gotten, um, taller." he added politely, noticing that she was just as plain and flat chested as he had ever remembered her to be.

As Kim and Uncle Scott got reacquainted and went through the process of introducing everyone to each other, Max as well as the others couldn't take their eyes off of Dr. Jean. It wasn't just that fact that she was built like an Amazon with a set of enormous breasts that easily matched Melanie and Amber at their inflated best, But he again had that feeling of deja vu about her, like somebody that he knew from another time.

Kim proceeded to briefly explain to her uncle that after she and Bud had lost their car and belongings in an "accident", their friends Max and Melanie had agreed to drive them to their destination, and asked if they wouldn't mind too much if they could stay on for a few days. Kim mentioned nothing about the details of their situation or about them having been persued by the FBI and the "greencoats", she figured there would be plenty of time for that later.

Jean and Scott both heartily welcomed the visitors, both of them having strangely positive feelings about the whole situation. After every one got settled in and rested, they all gathered in the dining room for a meal and to discuss the whole reason that Kim was asked to come.

"So what is this research that you are doing and what does it have to do with me?" Kim asked.

"It seems that your father has a certain genetic factor in his DNA that I have been studying and I would like to see if it has been inherited by you and if it had manifesed itself in any way in your generation." Jean explained.

"What is this genetic thing and what does it do?" Kim asked, wondering if it might have anything to do with her uncanny abilities.

"Well, we believe that your father may have had an encounter with an extraterrestrial life form when he was young, an encounter that may have altered his genetic makeup. Have you ever seen something like this before?" Jean asked as she stood up and pulled up her shirt to expose the peculiar green scar that encircled her navel.

"Ohmygosh!" Kim said with wide eyed surprise. "My Dad has a tatoo like that, he had always told me that he got it when he was overseas in the military, he called it his 'cicatrix' or something."

"Thats not quite true," Scott said. "Your dad has had that since he was a child. We suspect that he got it from the same kind of strange alien plant that left its mark on Jean and I as well," he added, pulling up his shirt also to show the scar around his own navel.

Jean proceeded to tell the story of how she came to acquire the strange alien plant and the bizarre encounter and resulting transformations of herself and Scott.

"So how do you think all this has affected me," Kim asked. "I certainly didn't inherit any of my dad's physical abilities, all my life I've been just a plain Jane."

"Maybe not," Scott replied, "but you may have inherited certain instincts from your dad, maybe certain drives or feelings that are not quite normal for most people."

Kim hesitated, she knew what he was talking about, her lifelong obsession with breasts, but it was not something she ever really wanted to tell her whole family about.

Max had been listening to the whole story with intense fascination, he knew that this whole thing about this strange plant somehow definitely had something to do with his and Kim's psychokinetic abilities. "I think maybe its time that we told the whole truth about our own situation," he said to Kim, "and figure out just what the connection between all this is."

Kim with a little reluctance nodded in agreement.

Max explained that both he and Kim shared a particularly strong fascination with breasts and breast expansion and that each of them had separately acquired the psychokinetic ability to alter the shape of the human body with a mere thought as well as a telekinetic ability to move objects.

"Maybe just showing you would be a whole lot easier than trying to explain," Kim said as she stood up to give them a demonstration. "Uncle Scott and Dr. Jean, I'd like you to meet my alter ego, Amber Blossom."

As the two scientists watched in almost disbelief, Kim closed her eyes and concentrated. The front of her t-shirt slowly began to fill out and tighten, her breasts swelling into two large melons equal in size to Jean's. Her body as well began to fill out, her hips taking on a more rounded voluptuous look, and stretching out her pants to an enticing tightness. Her hair as well transformed from Kim's dark brunette to Amber's golden blonde.

"So what do you think of me now" Kim said to her dumbstruck audience. "Do you like the new me? Instead of going to college like my parents think, this is how I have spent the last few years, traveling around the country performing as an exotic dancer."

Now it was Max's turn, asking Melanie to stand up he focused his powers on her and she too began to change. Her shirt filled out and stretched tight as her breasts grew to luscious roundness and her bony hips filled out to nicely fill her baggy pants. Max sculpted her body with his mind to full-bodied perfection.

As Jean just sat wide-eyed and awestruck, Scott laughed with delight. "This is absolutely incredible. How did you come to acquire these amazing abilities,"

Max proceeded to explain how he himself had acquired his abilities as a result of taking a strange potion that was given to him by some sort of "wizard" and Kim acquired her abilities as a result of consuming some hallucinogenic mushrooms.

"Mushrooms?" Jean spoke with a bit of surprise. "Tell me more about these mushrooms."

"I found them in the woods near where I live," Kim replied, explaining how she met the strange college professor, Dr. Roy, while he was collecting specimens and he told her about the mushrooms. "When I found them I was feeling kind of down and I thought maybe I would eat a few and get a little high and maybe forget my problems. Boy was I surprised. I had the mindtrip of my life and ended up with these strange abilities. Dr. Roy later told me that I was lucky I didn't go insane and end up dead like most people who ever tried them"

Jean listened intently. "I know this Dr. Roy that you met, he's the worlds leading expert on fungus and mushrooms, I studied under him many years ago, and I do recall him mentioning a certain rare magic mushroom that he had spent years searching for." Jeans mind was reeling in amazement as she was putting things together and realizing the connection between all these bizarre events. "I want you all to follow me, I have something to show you."

As the group followed her into the laboratory they all stood and looked in awe at the jungle of plant life that filled the adjoining greenhouse. Going into a darkened, climate controlled room Jean returned momentarily with a soil filled tray of specimens that she had been cultivating and set it on the table before them.

Kim looked in amazement at the tray in which grew hundreds of amber colored mushrooms. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. "These are the very same mushrooms, I'm certain of it." Picking one of the mushrooms she pressed it between her fingers and showed Jean the telltale blue stain.

"These mushrooms are what grew from the spores that were spewed out by the plant after its encounter with Scott." Jean explained. "Everything is making sense to me now, I'm beginning to see the connection between all this but I need to do some tests to be sure."

Taking blood samples from Max and Kim, Jean and Scott began the process of analizing their DNA and before long the information she was seeking was displaying on her computer screen.

"This is absolutely incredible," Jean said excitedly. "Just as I suspected this whole thing fits together like some fantastic jigsaw puzzle. The strange incomplete DNA fragments that are in Max and Kim's genetic makup are the exact compliment to the same kind of extra-terrestrial DNA fragments that were imbedded in Scott and I by the alien plant.

"So what does this all mean?" Max asked.

Jean thought for a moment piecing together in her mind an explanation. "I suspect that many thousands of years ago, these alien pods landed on our planet, and these strange plants grew. They would capture and sample any life form that came within reach searching for a suitable human host. When it would capture a human female it would use her for reproductive purposes and to create more seed pods to produce more plants. When it would capture a male human it would use him to produce the strange blue spores that are cast to the winds to be carried around the earth. The plants would also heal and restore their hosts to genetic perfection to insure their survival and would imbed some of its own genetic imformation as well. The plants would leave their host with a highly developed reproductive and sexual capacity and bodies that have enhanced and exaggerated secondary sexual characteristics."

"Like having really big breasts?" Bud piped in.

"Exactly. The human host would also have a highly developed instinct to tend to seek out such characteristics in their potential mates to keep the genetic line strong. That must explain why Kim and Max have such a strong interest in big breasts. its because they have somehow inherited the instinct from someone in their bloodline who had encountered the plants years before. Like any other genetic trait the physical and/or instinctive influences of the plant DNA would be weakened with each subsequent generation but will ocassionally show up strong in some people. That could explain why so many men are very breast obsessed while many are not, and why some women are born to have extremely large breasts as well as why so many flat chested women having not inherited the physical characteristic, may still have inherited the instinct and desire to have big breasts."

"So that must be the real reason too why the mushrooms didn't drive me insane." Kim said. "And Dr. Roy told me it was because I was simpleminded. So it's really because me and Max both have that genetic thing in us to make it work."

"That's sound like the logical explaination to me." Jean agreed.

"But there is still one big question to all this... Why?" Max asked. "And what of this DNA puzzle that you speak of. How do all the pieces come together. And what will happen when they do?"

Jean breathed a sigh of apprehension. "I dont know why or what will happen, but I do know that for Scott and I, all it will take is for us to consume some of these magic mushrooms, and for Kim and Max it would be to have their own encounter with the alien plant. That is what it would take for the alien DNA to be one hundred percent complete in any one of us."

The six of them stood looking at each other for a moment, they all knew that there had to be an answer to the question and there was only one way to find out. Max was the first to speak up.

Peering out of the laboratory into the greenhouse, Max eyed the ominous looking plants."So you say that If I were to approach one of those plants, I would be captured and transformed.... Does it hurt?" He asked hesitantly.

"Actually I would have to say that the whole experience was an extremely pleasurable one." Scott replied. "I dont recall feeling any pain at all."

Melanie held Max by the arm, not liking what he was thinking of doing. She looked into his eyes with deep concern. "Dont worry," he assured her "Everything will be just fine, but this is something that I know I must do."

As the others watched, Max stepped into the greenhouse and approached one of the plants. Sensing his presence its tendrils began to waver in his direction. Following Jean's advice he removed his clothing before encountering the plant.

As the others watched, Max touched one of the tendrils and it slowly began spiraling around his arm. The plant's rate of growth quickened and soon tendrils were rapidy wrapping around his legs and body. Within minutes, Max lay helplessly on the ground completely ensnared in the thickening woody stems. Just as had happened with Scott, a pinkish colored snakelike tendril emerged from the center of the plant and inched towards its host, its blunt tip glistening with wetness. Max gasped as its tip gyrated against his navel and penetrated within. As the intoxicating fluids from the plant coursed through his body, he began to hallucinate, and strange visions of distant places filled his mind.

From within the laboratory, the group watched the process with great fascination as the plant exchanged body fluids with Max. For several hours they watched his bizarre transformation. They were so engrossed with watching the strange event that they failed to be aware of the presence that had entered the laboratory from behind. Two figures slowy and quietly crept into the room and with weapons in hand they positioned themselveson on each side of the unwary group.

"Nobody move!" came a stern female voice. "We're from the FBI."

Everyone turned with a start to see a most peculiar sight. There before them stood was a woman holding a gun with both hands, arms outstretched before her with her elbows resting on two enormous breasts more than double the size of anyone else in the room.

"Do as we say and no one will get hurt" The other agent said, directing them to sit on the floor and put their hands on their head. "I am agent Bill Wilder and this is agent Janis Platt, we are from the Federal Breast Expansion Investigations division of the FBI, and you are all suspect for crimes under the new federal breast expansion laws.

"Enough of the damn introductions," Platt demanded. "Where is Max Beeman?"

No one spoke up at first, but Janis Platt with her huge quivering breasts and with her gun held in trembling hands didn't look too emotionally stable, if she didn't get an answer, there was no telling what she might do.

"He's in the greenhouse," Scott finally said.

"But,..." Jean started to say. Not wanting the woman to interfere with Max's transformation process. But Scott stopped her, telling her not to worry, everything would be fine.

Platt stepped cautiously into the greenhouse, still holding her gun at the ready. Before her on the ground was a strange mass of vegitation in the shape of a man. As she approached she could see that it was the strange looking naked body of Max, his skin blotchy green and fuschia in color, and he was firmly attached to a plant by a thick tube affixed into his navel with fluids coursing through it, in and out of his body.

"What the hell is happening here," Platt said wide eyed as she lowered her gun at the sight of Max's helpless state.

Max lay on the ground in a state of dreamy intoxication from the mind altering relaxants that the plant was pumping into him. Looking at the woman that stood over him he smiled as he groggily recognized her. "I'm sorry for what happened to you," he said weakly. "Do not worry, everything will be fine," he added as he gestured towards her with his hand and focused his morphing abilities on her.

Platt gasped as her breasts began to shrink. Soon her sweatshirt hung baggy on her as her bosom vanished back down to her original flatness. She stood there for a moment in thought. "You may undo what you did to me," she said finally, raising her gun again and pointing it at him, "but I'm still taking you in for your crimes."

"I dont think so," Max said dreamily with a knowing smile as he lay there.

Platt suddenly became aware that something was snaking around her ankles. "What the...," she uttered as she stumbled and fell, dropping her gun. As she struggled to break free from the tendrils that were rapidly entangling her body, she was being drawn closer to the plant that had captured her. In spite of her screams, she soon lay totally engulfed and immobilized.

Watching the whole scene with amazement, Wilder ran into the greenhouse to assist her. Dropping his gun and picking up a shovel he approached the plant, shovel poised overhead.

"No!" Jean screamed, running after him. "You can't interrupt the process once its started, you may kill her." Wilder paused unsure what to do. "Don't do anything and she'll be okay when the plant releases her."

Wilder lowered the shovel and watched in awe as his partner was being seemingly consumed by the plant. The terror in Platt's face faded to one of exstacy as the plant's probing tubes penetrated her, filling her with its intoxicants and beginning its exchange of body fluids. Wilder jumped back as he realized that tendrils from another nearby plant were wavering toward him. At this point he didn't know just what to think of this whole situation, the two people engulfed by plants, the greenhouse filled with strange vegitation, and the three huge breasted beauties that now stood watching him, wondering what he would do next. "Will someone plase tell me what the hell is going on here?" He finally exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

"I can explain everything," Max said groggily. He weakly sat up and rested his head in his hands. "It's all coming back to me now..." As Max sat there they could see that the flow of fluids through the umbilical tube had changed, and were now flowing in the opposite direction, returning to Max his own body fluids and the plant color began fading from his skin. Soon Max's skin was a normal healthy tan color and his body looked to be a perfect specimen of fitness and health. Max stretched, flexed his muscles, and took a deep breath. As he stood up the plant tube that was affixed to his abdomen fell away and began to wither. Inspecting his new body, he laughed as he looked at the peculiar green scar that now encircled his navel. "It is the mark of the Chimera," he said as he looked up and smiled a strange, knowing kind of a smile.

The rest of the group just stood and looked at him in wonder.

"Do not worry about your partner," Max said to agent Wilder with a comforting tone, "Let us leave her alone for a while to enjoy her experience and she will be just fine." He added as he directed everyone out of the greenhouse and back into the laboratory.

"I don't understand," said Jean. "The plant transformed you but why did it not use you to create the spore pod like it did with Scott?"

"It wasn't necessary. The plant detected the spore genetic in my body, so it knew that it already existed in the world and there was no need to produce more." Max scratched his head and looked away deep in thought as if recalling distant memories. "There is so much I have learned," he said turning and smiling at his friends. "And there is so much I must tell you. The research that you have done, Dr. Jean, has been quite accurate, but there is still more. The plants do indeed imbed in their human host its own genetic imformation, but not just with physical characteristics and instincts. Hidden deep within the genetic code is much more than just that, there is a highly complex code that carries within it a memory. A very detailed memory of another existence. It is a memory that is only complete when the two separate halves of the plants genetic puzzle comes together in one human individual.

As the group listened, Max proceeded to tell the strangest story they have ever heard. "I have found the Chimerian," he said with a smile. "And the Chimerian is me."
 

Chapter Nine: The Chronicle of Chimeria

"Long long ago there was a planet in a solar system on the far side of our own galaxy," Max explained. "It was populated by a civilization that was thousands of years more advanced than present day earth. They had achieved such a high level of technological development that their very lives became far too dependent on that technology. Life became an effortless existence of artificial sensory input. Even though they had the capacity to travel the universe and had explored many other planets throughout the galaxy, they eventually evolved into the physically weak, pale, wide-eyed beings that people on Earth now know as extra-terrestrials.

"But then in time, the sun that orbited the planet began to grow unstable, and their scientists predicted that within the millenium it would explode in a great supernova that would destroy our entire planetary system. Solar storms began to radiate electromagnetic radiation that was deterimental to our technology. Most of our population fled our world on massive spacecraft opting to continue their existence in deep space. Those that were left behind chose to try somehow to save the planet from its eventual destruction. As their technological systems began to deteriorate and fail due to the increasing levels of radiation, the scientists that remained on the dying planet tried to develop instead of an electronically based technology, a biologically based technology that was capable of withstanding an increasingly harsh environment. Genetic scientists began to experiment with combining genetic characteristics extracted from both plant and animal species collected from all over the galaxy into their own genetic structure, to create a new species of being that was mentally, physically, and genetically superior. The first of these new species were called "Chimera" as they were comprised of a genetic combination of many other species. They became the new children of our people and as generations passed, their race as it previously existed finally died out. Each generation continued to evolve into a people with tremendous mental abilities. The electronic based technology ceased to exist as their psychokinetic biological based technology progressed. Their planet became known as Chimeria and the people called themselves Chimerians. The Chimerians were a people that celebrated life and the pleasures and sensations of the physical body as they did not ever want to allow themselves as a race to deteriorate again into the weak bodied, artificially stimulated brains that they once were. Physically the Chimerians were humanlike and had highly developed sensory receptors making them a highly sensual and sexual race of people. Because of their highly developed mental abilities, they had the ability to transform their physical bodies and appearances at will. For a Chimerian, the act of making love was a mental and physical experience unlike anything you could imagine. By expanding their sexual bodies to increase the number of sensory receptors, their sexual stimulation could be increased to phenomenal levels. To a Chimerian, a swollen and expanded body was a thing of erotic beauty."

"For many generations the Chimerians lived as a cultured, artistic, sensual and loving people. They had a joyful lust for life and a marvelous sense of humor. In spite of the increasingly harsh environmental conditions, life on Chimeria was bliss. But as they knew would eventually happen, the day that their sun would explode vaporizing their planet and their civilization as well, was drawing near. But even though they did not have the ability to evacuate their population to escape their eventual doom, they were prepared to save their civilization in another way. They had developed a way to genetically encode memory. An individuals memory of their entire life and experiences could be stored in a single fragment of DNA, and several strands of DNA could contain the memories of more than a million Chimerians. All this information could then be blended into the genetic structure of another organism. They created thousand of genetically programmed seed pods that contained all their own physical and instinctive genetic information as well as all of these memories of their people. The pods were genetically engineered to withstand thousands of years of dormancy in space under the most severe conditions until someday when and if it should ever land in a fertile and habitable environment. But without knowing what kind of environment it could possibly land in, the seeds of their civilization had to be able to blend with and adapt to the kinds of organisms that occupied that environment. But the blending into a new environment was something that had to occur over a period of time, lest they be deemed a hostile invader and eradicated. So the genetic message was divided into two parts and was designed to be scattered throughout the planet on which it landed allowing time for the genetic message to blend into the biosphere before eventually combining back into its completeness and manifesting itself with the rebirth of their civilization."
    "And so it has come to pass that this is what has happened on Earth. Two hundred thousand years ago our sun went supernova. And thousands of pod bearing capsules encased in stone were vaulted into space toward the far side of the galaxy. Fifty thousand years ago some of these capsules landed on Earth. The capsules would burst open scattering the seed pods from which grew plants that had the ability to capture and combine with another organism to read, copy and purify the genetic structure of its host and to imbed its own hidden genetic code as well. They would then use a suitable female host to reproduce and create more seed pods and it would use a male host to create spore pods that would scatter its spores to the winds where they would be carried around the planet to grow when the time and conditions were right. The physically enhanced host was then released to continue its life, carrying their combined genetics to its future generations. Eventually when the time was right and the separated parts of the genetic message were finally brought together, then the Chimerians would emerge. But it was never the intention of the Chimerians to invade, annihiliate or replace another species, only to blend with and to enhance another civilization with their own. By imbedding a human with another being's memory of a past life, does not that human then become that other being as well? What is a life other than a memory of things past?"
    "So these must be the reasons why the human race has evolved the way that it has over the last fifty thousand years." Wilder said with a tone of excitement. "Many people must carry within their genetics those partial Chimerian memories that are an instinctive influence in their every day lives. That is why so many humans have certain sexual obsessions, particularly an obsession with breasts and breast expansion, as well as an obsession with body inflation and expansion. It must be an unconscious memory of the powerfully erotic Chimerian lust that you have described. All my life I have know that there had to be some such explaination for my own obsessions. Little did I realize that it was due to something so fantastic as all this."
     "It is called the 'Chimerian effect'.  Even the smallest amount if Chimerian genetic imbedded in a Human's DNA can have some kind of influence. Any tendency for an interest in breast obsession, breast or body expansion, or transformation is a manifestation of the 'Chimerian effect'. And the human psyche, being what it is, can sometimes even distort the effect to manifest itself in far stranger ways, sometimes even to the point of malevolence."
    But why has it taken so long for this whole thing to come together?"
    "I can answer that question," came another strange voice.
    Everyone turned to see an odd little black man who was not there a moment before.
    "Jim!" Max exclaimed in surprised recognition. "My long lost friend, I knew you ages ago on Chimeria. How good it is to finally see you again, and now to know you from our other life as well."
    The others looked on with puzzled expression.
    "This is Mojo Jim, the wizard who I told you about," Max explained.
    "Oh, I am no wizard," Jim explained to the others. "I, too, am a Chimerian. The very first to appear on this planet. When the Chimerians created this plan to save their civilization they could in no way accuratly predict the conditions on the planet on which the pods would land. They did not anticipate that the people on earth were as primitive, fearful and agressive as they were. Athough several pods had landed on earth, most of the pod plants were first encountered by men, since they were the hunters and protectors, and even though some ot the early pods did succeed in joining with a male, passing on the genetics and scattering its spores around the planet, most of the plants were destroyed by men defending themselves. A few early women did encounter the plants and produced more pods, but such transformed women were either regarded as witches and killed or were revered for a time as godesses hence the archaeological finds like the "Venus of Willendorf". But most of the offspring pods were eventually destroyed by superstitious and fearful people. Only three pods that I am aware of had survived to carry its plants to more recent times. One was in Africa, where I am from. I found a pod in the jungle and I took it home to my wife intending to eat it. But that night it grew and by morning it had transformed my wife and impregnated her, soon myself, my family and my tribe had too been transformed and we had many pods which we desired to share with other tribes as we regarded them to be a gift from the gods. But the other tribes were hostile, and they destroyed all the pods, killed my wife and our entire tribe fled for their lives scattering in all directions, little did we realize that in time we would carry the alien genetic to the entire continent. In my grief over the death of my wife I desired to end my life and return to the gods in the manner that our medicine man had taught, and that was to eat of the poisonous golden mushroom. Little did I know that those very mushrooms were what had grown from the spores that had been produced by the same kind of plants many years before. The genetic code was now complete in me and I became the first Chimerian to appear on Earth. You see, the plant only passes to its host, the physical and instinctive characteristics of the Chimerian and the individuality of their Chimerian identity, while the mushrooms impart the fullnes of their mental and psychokinetic abilities and provides the catalist which brings the Chimerian memory to conscious mind."

The others sat almost spellbound as they listened to the strange story relayed by Max and Jim.

"I have been waiting a very long time for this day," Jim continued. "It was more than two thousand years ago since I was transformed. For so long I had thought that no other pods still existed in the world, and I thought that what little Chimerian genetic that existed in part of the human population would eventually be lost as generations passed. But then about three hundred years ago another pod turned up on the east coast of North America, It had apparently been sealed away in a stone vault thousands of years before by the early inhabitants of this continent. At that time the restoration of the Chimerian civilization seemed hopeful, but again, as it emerged in the midst of the time of the witch hunts of New England, fear and superstition reigned and most of the pods were destroyed but not before several men and women had been transformed and eventually they spread the Chimerian genetic throughout this continent as well. Several generations later Max was born. By chance Max had inherited from both sides of his family not only a very strong Chimerian influence, but also in him was manifested the identity of a particualrly important Chimerian. Max was one of the leaders of the Chimerian people.  Over the years I had tested many in many different ways, searching for the one. But Max was not only the first leader to appear, he was the only one who passed all the tests of character, wisdom, and conscience.

"And the third pod must have been what Scott's sister Sarah discovered in Australia," Jean said. "She too must have been transformed and she then sent one of her pod offspring to me."

"Thats exactly right," Jim said. "And she had unknowingly been a tremendous help to the restoration of the Chimerian civilization by distributing several of her offspring pods to various people around the world. And that is where there is cause for concern is as well. I have tried to track down where those pods have gone, and it seems that a few of them had not reached their intended destination, I fear that they might have fallen into the wrong hands. You see there are those out there who conspire to destroy us, to prevent the return of the Chimerian people."

"You must mean the 'greencoats'," Bud asked. "They have been after us since Kim acquired her powers."

"Those which you call the 'greencoats' are merely slaves, they are the expendible henchmen to those that control them. Our enemies are the 'Greyskins' or 'Technids' as we called them from the very beginning. They are the decendants of those that abandoned our planet thousands of years ago. You see, not everyone who remained on the planet did so by choice. It was determined by social and political factors, only the most powerful, unfluential, and socially superior were even offered the opportunity to escape. And when they left they never even looked back. It wasn't until long after our planet died that the Technids realized that the Chimerians even existed, and they resented tremendously the fact that they had evolved themselves into a race of people that was superior to the Technid people they had originated from. On other habitable planets where the Chimerian pods had landed and our civilization had a chance to survive, they intervened and destroyed us before we could even begin to emerge. This is what we are faced with now on Earth. For the past two thousand years they have been infiltrating the human population and resisting the Chimerian influence in every way that they can. For every Chimerian instinct that has emerged in the human population, they have countered it through political and religeous influences. Every aspect of human behavior that is considered natural, sexual, or pleasurable is now deemed to be Immoral, sinful, illegal, or politically incorrect thanks to the Technid's efforts to confuse the human conscience and resist the Chimerian instinct."

"So you mean that UFO's and abductions and the whole Roswell thing were actually these 'Technid' beings?" Kim asked.

"Precisely, they have interfered with human development continuously by influencing religeous morals, political and legal systems, and by abducting countless individuals to probe and implant and study them and their behavior. Many of these abductees have been brainwashed and reprogramed to become the 'greencoats' that they have used to do their dirty work. In the last thirty years the Technid's influence has advanced Earth's technology at an alarming rate in an effort to evolve humanity even faster toward becoming the same artificially stimulated weak bodied beings that they themselves are, and wiping out all trace of the Chimerian in the process. It is frightening to think that at this very moment there are millions of people all over the world who are staring into the mind numbing glare of a computer screen, with their bodies immobile and atrophying, skin turning pale and grey, lured by the artificial stimulation of the internet and its cyber erotica, and the intoxicating anticipation of what more they can find at the effortless click of a button."

"This is all so overwhelming," Melanie said with a bewildered look. "All this talk of aliens and pods and planets and powers and everything, it all sound like one big 'Trekkie' trip to me. And it seems to me that if the Technids are wrong for invading and changing our world, aren't the Chimerians equally as wrong for invading and altering the natural development of the human population as well?"

Jim laughed. "Perhaps you are right," he said. "If it weren't for alien influences it is hard to say how the development of mankind might have progressed. But the Chimerian plan was not to dominate and control its human host, just to blend with and enhance the human experience. Even the individual Chimerian memory which we each will manifest is a blend with a persons own real memories. Max was given his name in this life, but he remembers that on Chimeria his name was Max as well. If you too choose to become Chimerian you will still remember yourself to be Melanie and a mate to Max in the Chimerian existence. And we all still have the choice to accept or reject whatever might be imposed on us too if that is what we want. Even though I myself was transformed to a physically superior stature, I still felt more comfortable with my old look so that is how I prefer to be, although I can change my appearance at will. And if having the Chimerian memory is in any way disturbing to you, then you will have the ability to suppress that memory and remain as human as you have always been. You will have the free agency to be whatever kind of person you want to be whether it is Human or Chimerian, and no one will take that choice away from you.

"What about Janis Platt," Wilder asked. She didn't choose to be in there attached to that plant being pumped full of alien juices."

"When her transformation is done and the Chimerian in her has emerged, then she too will have the choice to suppress all that is Chimerian and remain human if that is what she wants." As Jim spoke he gathered a few handfuls of the mushrooms that Dr. Jean had cultivated and prepared a concoction in a beaker, flavoring it with a few ounces of wine that Scott kept in the laboratory cooler. Taking the mixture into the greenhouse, Jim knelt by the side of Janis as she lay in a dream state, her body swollen and her breasts huge and full in the midst of the reproductive phase of the plants transformation cycle. Lifting her head he administered to her a few swallows of the blue liquid, and then left her alone to finish out the rest of the process undisturbed. "Things should progress much more rapidly for her now," He told the rest of the group.

As the others watched on with a bit of apprehension, Max divided the rest of the mixture that Jim had prepared into five small beakers and placed them on the counter before them.

"The time has come for you all now to choose your destiny," Max said. "Whether it be to remain as you are or to release the Chimerian that is hidden in each of you. No one will force this on you, the decision is yours. But difficult times for the Chimerian race are at hand and if you choose to be one with us you will be leaders and pioneers for the new Chimeria.

Wilder, Bud, Melanie, Jean, and Scott each picked up a beaker as they unanimously decided to take the plunge. With a toast to the future they each drank of the sweet liquid.

So what happens now? Bud asked as he placed his empty beaker on the table.

"The most fantastic mindtrip youv'e ever experienced," Kim said with a laugh. "That is, if it's anything like mine.

Now is the time for the three of you to have your encounter with your symbiont plant," Jim said as he motioned Bud, Melanie, and Wilder toward the greenhouse. "The simultaneous effect of the mushroom with the transformation makes for a supremely pleasurable experience."

As the three of them entered the greenhouse and removed their clothing they each selected a plant to unite with and approached it, its tendrils wavering toward them sensing their approach. Wilder chose a plant close to his partner, Janis, who was smiling dreamily as she caressed her hugely swollen belly that contained her multitude of pod babies. Soon all three of them lay on the ground engulfed in vegitation and their bodies were being penetrated by the plant tubes beginning the transfer of fluids and the transformation process.

Jean and Scott were starting to feel the effects of the potion. Their minds began swimming with visions of other times and places and they began experiencing phenominal feelings and sensations unlike anything they have ever known.

"I feel something so strange," Jean said with an excited tone. "I sense the presence and feelings of every one else here, and I feel some sort of energy that reaches far beyond out into the world."

"What you feel is the Chimerian Psyche. It is the 'force', if you will, that binds us all together. With everyone you meet you will feel the strength of the Chimerian that is hidden within him. And you will be able to sense when another Chimerian is near."

Jean and Scott looked into each others eyes as they shared sensations and feelings for each other that touched their very souls. As they pulled each other close and their lips met, the sensations skyrocketed to levels they could never have imagined. As their lips parted, they both laughed with delight. Taking each other by the hand the two of them laughingly excused themselves from their guests and exited the side door from the lab that led into the forest, heading toward a grassy clearing secluded among the trees.

Jim and Max looked at each other and laughed. "These are good times, my friend," Jim said. "It comforts my soul to know that the future of the Chimerian people at last looks hopeful."

For the rest of that day Jim and Max sat in the greenhouse, monitoring the transformations of the others and sharing with each other memories of life on Chimeria.

Meanwhile Jean and Scott were off in the woods experiencing the exstacy of full Chimerian love for the first time on Earth. As the two lovers lay naked together on the soft green grass in passionate embrace, they discovered that they now had the ability to alter the shape of their own and each others bodies at will, expanding their body parts to increase skin contact and heighten sexual sensations. Scott expanded Jean's breasts to immense proportions burying himself in a sea of breastflesh as she willed his penis to swell even larger and longer filling her stretching vagina to exstatic elastic fullness. For hours they continued the strange lovemaking with their body parts literally engulfing each other, expanding and shrinking and stretching and swelling at will as pleasure demanded. Finally after many hours the two lay exhausted in each others arms and shared the new memories that were now streaming into their minds of their previous life together on Chimeria. Jean remembered now that, like she was on Earth, on Chimeria she had been one of the scientists that had developed the Chimerian genetic. Scott too now remembered that he had been a scientist as well who helped develop the pod casings that carried them across the galaxy. As they were on Earth they had been lovers as well on Chimeria. They both marveled how complete their Chimerian memories were and were so amazed at how the memories were so perfectly modified to blend with their identities in their Earth existence. At this moment life was bliss and all seemed at peace with the universe.
 

Chapter Ten: Adversaries

Back in the greenhouse, Jim and Max patiently sat by and waited as the others were finishing the final stages of their encounters with the Chimerian plants and their transformations were nearly complete. As the tube that was affixed to her navel finally dropped away, Janis Platt groggily sat up and inspected herself with somewhat of a feeling of trepidation. For her the whole experience was not an easy one, her emotional resistance was strong and the plant had drugged her heavily to compensate. Even though her body was now strong, healthy and voluptuous with large full breasts and wide hips, she still had a feeling that the changes were imposed upon her against her will. The strange distant memories that were now flowing through her conscious mind were confusing to her and even though she now seemed to understand the whole reason for everything that has happened to her, she still had the feeling that she had been violated. As she stared at the numerous pods that covered the ground around her she still couldn't seem to cope with the knowledge that she had just actually given birth to them all. She felt a conflict within, part of her wanting to run and get far away from this place but another part of her was feeling the nurturing instinct to gather up and care for the fruit of her womb.

Wilder sat nearby also inspecting his new body. He was smiling and excited at the new sensations he was having and the new memories that filled his mind. Everything to him was now so perfectly clear. All the questions he ever had as to why he had always been so breast obsessed were finally answered. Turning his atttention to his partner, Janis, who sat beside him, he could feel her emotion and her resistance to the Chimerian within her. Taking her by the hand and projecting to her his feelings of gentle compassion, he helped her gather her more than thirty pod babies together into a pile.

For Kim and Melanie, the effects of their transformations were not so apparent as their body shapes were already optimized before they even began. But the memories that they were now recalling had them laughing and talking together as they realized that they had been the best of friends back on Chimeria.

Bud too was sat grinning with the recollection of his previous life and his memory of his relationship with Kim. He also was noticing that he now had developed psychokinetic abilities as well, enabling him to move things with his mind. He practiced his new powers by levitating all of Kim's and Melanie's pod babies one by one and collecting them together.

Soon everyone was gathered together and were excitedly sharing their memories of life as it was on Chimeria.

"This is truly a momentous day for the Chimerian people," Jim said to the group. "It is wonderful to know that through the eight of us and the more than one hundred pods that have been born today, the future of the Chimerian civilization on this planet has been assured."

Everyone wholeheartedly shared the joyful feelings that Jim expressed. Everyone that is except for Janis Platt.

Bill Wilder sensed her inner conflict and her reluctance to accept the changes that were put upon her. "I know what you are feeling, Janis. I've know you for a long time. Do you not remember now that we grew up together back on Chimeria, and we also were the best of friends?"

"Yes I do remember you, Bill," she said tearfully. "But that was so long ago, in another life and another world. The pain I have felt in this life is too strong and it is too hard for me to ever let go of it. To now have inside me a memory of another existence is too much for me to handle, it is too much for me to bring it all together and make any sense out of it. And this body that I now have is so foreign and repulsive to me. I don't like it and I dont want it."

"As I recall, you were a rebellious child on Chimeria as well." Jim said to Janis. "But even now as it was then, no one will make you do anything against your will. You have within you the ability to be whoever you want whether it be Chimerian or Human. Envision yourself as what you want to be and that is what you will become. Suppress the memories that are disturbing to you and they will go away. All you have to do is will it to be."

Janis closed her eyes and bit her lip. She recalled the pain in her life that she could not let go of, the pain that made her who she was. As the others watched her body began to change, she began to slim down, her voluptuous body shrinking back down to her flat and slender former self. Suddenly aware of her nakedness she covered herself with her arms. "I'm sorry," she said to Bill. "But I cannot help but be what I am." Turning away from the others she looked for something to cover herself with.

"Do not worry about her," Jim said to Bill feeling his concern. "She will be fine, some people just need a little more time than others. She will always be Chimerian inside and when she is ready to accept it, it will come out in her. Let us now concern ourselves with the future of the new Chimeria. We have much to do in the coming months. We have many pods to disperse worldwide."

"I wouldn't count on it, Mr. Jim Chimerian or whatever your name is," came another unfamiliar voice that took the group by surprise. Everyone turned to look at the figure that was standing in the laboratory doorway.

"Malcolm Sutter?" said a startled Bill Wilder.

"Surprised to see me, huh agent Wilder? Didn't you stop to think that maybe we were tracking your own vehicle as well? I must say that you've done your job well in hunting down these people for us. Though I am a little disappointed in you for allowing yourself to be influenced by them." Sutter said with an arrogant attitude as he cautiously stepped into the greenhouse. Lighting up a cigarette he paused for a moment and eyed the alien plants from a safe distance. "I am pleased, though, with your partner, who seems to have not forgotten her duty to the departmernt. Well done agent Platt." he said to her as she stood in the doorway, wrapped in a labcoat.

"I'm sorry, Wilder," said Janis Platt with some hesitation. "I..., I am still an agent of the FBI and I still have an obligation to the department and a responsibility to uphold the law and to bring these people to justice."

Jim eyed Sutter intently, trying to use his abilities to tune in to his thoughts, but all he could sense was that something about this man was quite evil.

"Whats wrong Jim," Sutter said to him sarcastically. "Having a little trouble reading my mind? Can't seem to find the 'Chimerian' in me? Nothing in my psyche to tune into? Maybe because it isn't there. You see, we've known about this whole Chimerian plan for a while, and we've taken a few measures to protect ourselves from it." he said with a cocky grin.

"Then you must know also that we do have the ability to defend ourselves and to kill you where you stand," Jim said sternly, staring him intently in the eye.

"But you won't," Sutter said with an evil smile. "It goes agains your Chimerian principles to harm another human being, doesn't it. Besides, your not likely to try anything until you think you know what we're up to."

"This isn't an FBI issue anymore, is it?" asked Bill Wilder. "In fact I don't think it ever really was. This really has to do with the Delta project doesn't it?"

"Oh, yes. The Delta project," Sutter said with a laugh. "The military had such great vision, to create an army of telekinetics. But then they screwed it all up. Thats when we took it over."

"We?" Wilder asked. "What do you mean by 'we'?"

"Oh, I'm sure you people already know. You see, we are the ones you call the 'Technids'. We've been dabbling in and playing with the human race for several thousand years. And since we realized that it was even here we've been making great strides to git rid of this pestilence that infects the human race that calls themselves the 'Chimerians'. And Delta has just made it easier for us to take advantage of government resources for our own purposes." Sutter continued with a cocky grin as he puffed on his cigarette and blew smoke into Jim's face, tauntingly. "I must say, though, that you people did a damn fine job of creating this Chimerian genetic. It has proven quite resistant to everything our technology can come up with to try to defeat and alter it, any virus we have ever tried to create to destroy it, it has resisted. But we can defeat it in another way. Every subtle way we can, we've been wiping the Chimerian effect out of this world. We are the ones that have infiltrated government and religeous groups to make anything even remotely Chimerian illegal or immoral. We are the ones who came up with the virus that wiped out the BE-coli epidemic so quickly. We couldn't have too many women out there growing big breasts and stimulating any more of that Chimerian instinct. And we are the ones who have been tracking every BE nut in the country and monitoring any and all BE activity wherever we can and squashing it before it gains any ground towards advancing the Chimerian cause."

Max was beside himself with anger as he listened to Sutter's smug words. He wanted to destroy the man where he stood but Jim, sensing his feelings, held him back. "What makes you so sure of yourself," Max demanded. "What makes you think that you have any power at all to stop us."

Sutter laughed. "You don't think I came here alone do you?" he said as he made a motion with his hand and three tall slim men in long green coats stepped into the laboratory from each of the exits, each of them armed with what appeared to be flame throwers.

The group stood motionless, not wanting to make any sudden moves that might precipitate an incident that could quickly get out of hand. Jim closed his eyes for a moment and concentrated.

"Dont strain yourself Jim," Sutter said with a smirk. "You can't tune into any of the greencoats, they've been genetically cleansed of anything Chimerian, and most of whats even human for that matter." As he spoke, Sutter strolled over to the pile of pods that Platt had just borne and picked one up, turning it over in his hands , looking at its glossy mottled surface. "Interesting little organisms, these Chimerian pods. They're very sensitive, reacting to any sort of stimulus." he said as he took his cigarette and pressed the glowing tip against its surface. The pod reacted by changing color.

Platt winced as she watched Sutter's demonstration. Even though she was consciously resistant to the Chimerian influence, some strange sort of maternal protective instinct was welling up inside her. She watched Sutter with a furrowed brow as he abusively handled the pod that she knew was hers.

"Interesting thing about these pods, though," Sutter continued, "is that withing a few hours of being born, their shell hardens to make them quite impenetrable and impervious to injury. But right now they are still quite soft and easily damaged." dropping the pod to the ground, Sutter raised his foot, poised to stomp on the organism that rolled to a stop before him.

Platt's heart leapt. Suddenly her conscious human purposes were replaced by an upsurge of Chimerian protective maternal instinct. A wave of energy filled her and her face flushed red and hot. Her body began to swell and her muscles began to tighten and bulge. Sutter brought his foot down full force on the pod and smashed it, splattering its entrals across the ground. Like a lightning bolt, a suddenly transformed Platt lunged forward with lethal fury. Before Jim could intervene, Platt was choking the life out of Sutter with her bare hands.

Before the three greencoats could even react, two of them were grabbed from behind and disarmed by Scott and Jean who had recieved Jim's telepathic warning and call for help, and the third was overpowered by Bud, who made full use of his new telekinetic abilities to snatch his weapon away and pin him to the wall.

"Janis, you mustn't kill him." Jim insisted, intervening before Sutter's neck might snap. "We need him alive."

Platt reluctanty eased up on her grip as she began to come to her senses. But she wasn't going to let him off so easy. Thrusting him away from her, his limp and semiconscious body vaulted through the air directly into the wavering tendrils of one of the alien plants. In no time the vines had entwined around and immobilized him.

As the plant extended its tube structure towards its victim, the three greencoats were also pushed into the grasp of the alien plants. Soon all four of them were tightly bound by their plant captors and the assimilation processes were begun.

As the plant's tube penetrated into Sutter's body and the transfer of fluids began, Jim knelt beside him and looked into his eyes searchingly.

"Damn you" Sutter uttered in a low tone with a defiant grin. "You may kill us but you will all die as well."

"Don't be so sure of that," Jim replied. "Perhaps I wasnt able to read your thoughts because there was no trace of Chimerian in you, but as we speak there is now Chimerian blood coursing through your veins and your thoughts are beginning to come very clear to me."

Sutters expression dropped to one of defeat as he began to succumb to the effects of the plants intoxicants.

One by one, Jim probed the minds of their prisoners and as their skins turned green and mottled with the plants fluids pumping through them, their deepest thoughts became evident to him. Jim's eyes widened as he realized their plan. "They have planted three incendiary devices," he announced to the others. "We must hurry as they will detonate soon." Within moments they had located the three devices that had been hidden in places that would have annihilated the entire mountain retreat, and buried it beneath tons of rubble. Soon the devices were disarmed, dismantled, and rendered harmless.

Later as they all gathered back inside to decide what to do with their captives, Jim sensed that something was going dreadfully wrong with their transformations. As they watched the four men still helplessly atached to the host plants, their skin began to change color from a healthy green to a sickly black color. Within minutes their bodies were beginning to look like they were shrinking and withering.

"What is happening to them?" Melanie asked.

"I was afraid of this," Jim replied. "In an effort to completely eradicate the Chimerian from these human bodies, the Technids have so corrupted their genetic that the plants cannot even recognize them as human. All that the plants are detecting in them is a great malignancy that must be destroyed."

Soon, what was once four human forms was now disintigrating into dry black organic matter. In the midst of the matter that once was Malcolm Sutter there was an electronic device the size of an orange with spiderlike appendages that lay helplessly searching for connection with its sub-human host.

"What is that thing?" Janis asked as she stood watching the thing, her body now expanded to her full and voluptuous Chimerian stature.

"It is all that is left of what he was. It is the Technid brain that was implanted in Sutter's body to control him." Jim replied.

Janis looked at the device with an expression of disgust. "So this is the heart of the arrogant, obnoxious asshole who would kill the fruit of my womb?" With that, Janis raised her foot and brought it down full force smashing the device to pieces.

"Feel better now?" Wilder asked, still concerned about Janis's emotional well being.

"Actually, I do," she said with confident smile as she wiped the offending debris from the bottom of her foot. "I feel much better. Something about Sutter reminded me of all that I hated in my own father. And, you know, stomping that thing to bits felt rather cathartic." Janis thought for a moment, and breathed a heavy sigh. "Maybe I should reconsider this whole Chimerian thing. I'm finding that the strength of this body makes me feel rather empowered. And to tell you the truth," she said as she caressed the fullness of her enormous breasts, "I'm finding that there is a certain appeal to the sensations of this new body as well."

Wilder smiled.

"But I guess this all means the end to our careers, and our duty to the FBI." Janis said with a disappointed look.

"Not necessarily," Jim responded. "I learned a lot from Sutter in my mind link with him before he died. The FBI for the most part has no knowlege of Delta's true activities or of Sutters involvement with them. The FBI officially has no knowledge of anything that has happened here today."

"But Sutter's disappearance is sure to launch an investigation." Janis replied.

"Yes, that might be true, but Sutter didn't necessarily disappear." Jim said with a knowing grin.

"I don't understand what you mean," Wilder said with a puzzled expression.

Jim smiled. "You will," he said with a wink. As the others watched in amazement Jim's appearance began to change. In scarcely a moment, Malcolm Sutter stood before them where Jim once was. "You see, Sutter will report back to Delta tomorrow that the operation was a complete success, and that this group of Chimerians, their plants, and their pods were all destroyed." He said, emulating Sutter's characteristic cocky grin. "Agents Bill Wilder and Janis Platt, nothing has changed, you are still expected to report for duty next Monday morning in my office at the FBEI. Officially, the two of you still have many BE reports to investigate. However, unofficially, Miss Platt, I'm sure that you have many pods that you will find good opportunity to find a suitable home for."

Wilder and Platt both laughed. They were both delighted at the aspect of not only keeping their jobs but at the prospect of how different and exciting things were going to be.

"So what happens now for the rest of us?" Max asked, as Jim transformed his apperance back and resumed his normal identity. "Now that we are full Chimerians, what do we do and where do we go?"

"Live life," Jim replied. "Live, love, and enjoy life to the fullest. Experience the joys and natural pleasures and all that this life has to offer. Go out into the world, follow your heart, and do what pleases you, and as you do you will know where and when and with whom you should share the pods and the Chimerian experience. For the time being you are safe, so take some time to get familiar with your new abilities. Practice changing your appearance, and learn to master psychokinetic teleportation until you can transport yourself from one place to another in the wink of an eye. We will someday have to deal with the Technids again and we must be ready as our conflict with them will only get more intense. But no matter what the future may bring. No matter how hard the Technid may try, they will never truly succeed. The Chimerian is here to stay. The Chimerian factor is not only indelibly imbedded in the human genetic, but in the Earth's entire biosphere as well, in more ways than we can imagine the Chimerian effect will manifest itself and its influence will be felt.

"I think that maybe Melanie and I will continue as we have, traveling around the country, offering our 'alternative to plastic surgery' to those who desire it," Max replied as he smiled at Melanie who stood at his side. "Except now we have a little something extra to offer."

"As for Scott and I, we still have a lot of work to do studying the Chimerian genetic and to do what we can to ensure its survival," Jean said as she held Scotts arm. "That is, if we can manage to tear ourselves away from our lovemaking," she added with a grin.

Kim and Bud were embraced in each others arms, passionately kissing, only half aware of the others, pausing for only a moment to catch their breath and to speak. "I really do love dancing and performing, so I would like to continue doing the dance circuit." Kim said still looking dreamily into Bud's eyes. "That is, after we take a few weeks vacation in the woods, if that's okay with you, Bud."

Bud nodded in approval with a broad smile. Bidding goodbye to the others, he and Kim exited out the side door that led into the forest to find a secluded and more private place.

"Farewell my friend," Jim said as he grasped Max's hand warmly. "Until we meet again, take care." In scarcely a moment, Jim faded from view, leaving Max holding nothing but air."

In no time at all Max and Melanie had said goodbye to their hosts and having loaded up their precious cargo of pods, they departed, anxious to get back on the road and to face the new experiences that lie ahead.

"I think the two of you will have nothing to worry about, at least for a while," Wilder said to Jean and Scott as Platt, also, carefully loaded her pod babies into their car. "With Jim posing as Sutter, I'm sure that he will be doing all he can to insure that nobody knows of the existance of your laboratory or of your research."

As Jean and Scott stood on the porch watching the FBI agent's car depart from view, Scott caressed her massive breasts from behind and kissed her tenderly on the neck. "So, shall we head back to the laboratory?" he whispered into her ear. "...or to the bedroom?"

"Silly question" she replied as she led him back into the house and hurried upstairs, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each step.

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Two hours had passed since they left the mountains, and as Wilder drove, Platt still sat quietly staring out the window into the darkness, deep in thought like she had been before, but this time she did so with a bit of a half smile on her face.

Wilder again found himself watching her in the dim light. Her full breasts bouncing and wobbling slightly with every bump in the highway. The sight of her was quite arousing, but he still wasn't sure about her emotional state and he wondered if she was truly going to be able to adapt to the Chimerian that she had now become.

"I think that we should stop for the night at that motel just ahead," Platt finally said, breaking her long period of silence.

"Are you really tired?" Wilder asked. "Since my transformation, I feel so energized that I don't think I could sleep for days," he added as he pulled into the motel parking lot.

"Who said anything about sleep?" Platt replied with a look in her eye that Wilder had never seen in her before. "After all, we are both now Chimerian, aren't we? Shouldn't we be doing that which Chimerians do?"

Wilder didn't quite know what to say. He never expected anything such as this from his partner. But as he sat there watching her, Platt lifted her shirt, freeing her voluminous breasts, and still with her half smile she began to slowly expand her bosom even larger. As Wilder reached out and touched their soft smooth surface, they continued to expand to fill the space on the seat between them. He didn't know for sure what the future might bring, But the next few days he knew were going to be quite wonderful.
 

Chapter Eleven: The Reality and the Fantasy

The glare of the early morning sun filtered through the curtains and onto Bill Wilder's face. Groggily he rubbed his eyes, wondering just why his head ached and his ears rang so. He lay there piecing together in his mind the events of the last week. In spite of the pain in his head, he smiled at the thought of the last three days he spent with his partner, lost in the rapture of Chimerian sex. Trying to sit up, his head spun and he tried to open his eyes. On his lap he found an object that, as his eyes came into focus, he found to be a tattered manuscript, printed across its cover was its title, The Chimerian.

As he looked around the room he was dumbfounded. He didn't quite know where he was. This was not the motel room he remembered, this was an unfamiliar but nicely furnished bedroom, and he was fully clothed and sitting on the bed.

"Honey, are you awake? Did you sleep okay," came a pleasant voice from the bathroom. A moment later a beautiful woman emerged brushing her hair. She was wearing a thin sheer robe, open at the front to show a nicely voluptuous body and very large full breasts that swayed enticingly with her motions.

"Platt?, what's going on, I feel like I've been hit by a truck." Bill queried as he gazed at her beautiful body.

"What's with you this morning Bill, you haven't called me by my last name like that since before we married two years ago and turned me into Ms. Janis Wilder.

"Married?" Bill was confused. Straining his brain to think, he recalled the events of the last few weeks. "The last thing I remember is you and I spending a few days at a motel together after leaving the mountain retreat where you and I had our encounter with the alien plant and were transformed and became Chimerian. We were supposed to be reporting back to the FBI to resume our BE files investigations."

Janis stopped and looked at him for a moment with an incredulous look on her face. "What on earth are you talking about, Bill? What's all this nonsense of alien plants, transformations, and Chimer... whatever? And reporting back to the FBI?, the BE files?, whats that all about? Did you have some kind of bizarre dream or something?"

"No, Janis, whats wrong with you? You and I work for the FBI, we have been investigating the BE files."

"Snap out of it ,Bill, wake up. We never worked for the FBI. You were a shoe salesman until we married and you quit to pursue your interests as a science fiction writer. And I've always been a librarian, that's how we met, at the library where I would help you with your research for your stories, remember?"

Bill shook his head and buried his face in his hands, trying to clear his thoughts. As Janis spoke it almost seemed that her words were true, he did kind of remember the events that she spoke of. But he still clearly remembered everything that happened otherwise.

"Jeeze, Bill, I think your overactive imagination has really got the best of you this time. Don't you remember how last night you fell asleep reading that old manuscript that you found in that box of junk that you picked up at the garage sale we stopped at yesterday. You were so engrossed in reading those bizarre stories that you were up half the night reading until you finally zonked out. All that nonsense apparently filled your brain and launched you into some sort of crazy dream world.

Bill stared at her now wide-eyed and confused. He remembered now as she spoke of the garage sail, and the strange old man, and the old pine box with the strange words engraved in the top. "The box? Where is the box? He glanced around the room and spotted it sitting nearby on a chair. It was a plain pine box that had been secured with metal straps and a now broken rusty lock. across the lid were carved the words "VERITAS SOMNIUM EST". Opening the lid and looking inside there were several artifacts including a peculiar blue wooden figurine. Picking it up he found it to be the smoothly polished form of a voluptuous woman with exaggeratedly large breasts and and a full round belly. As he held the idol in his hand and gazed at its features, he had sudden feelings of deja vu as if the object was somehow affecting his mind. Placing it back in the box he looked inside again to find a smaller, ornately carved box. Lifting it carefully, he looked at its strangely engraved surface. It had a dusty earthy smell about it. At the center of the lid was a small stone, it's surface was smooth and polished. Instinctively Bill pressed the stone and a mechanism inside clicked releasing the lock. Slowly and cautiously Bill opened the lid. Inside was a small bean shaped pod, with a smooth surface that glistened green and fuschia in the sunlight that filtered in through the window. Janis stood beside him also looking in awe at the object. Picking up the pod, he held it in his hand. It felt cool and lifeless. "It's not reacting," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"It should respond to human touch by warming and changing color, but it doesn't." Handing it to Janis, the pod still remained cool and unchanged."

"You're beginning to scare me, Bill," Janis said, dropping the pod back in the box. You're talking utter nonsense."

"But don't you remember anything? Your transformation, how you got the beautiful body you got now, your telekinetic abilities?"

"Bill, wake up, you must still be dreaming. I've always been built this way, Its in my genetics, I look just like my mother. Remember?, you always said it was my big tits that attracted you to me in the first place. And what tele-whatzit abilities are you talking about?"

Bill sat down on the bed with his head in his hands and tried to clear his mind. And as he tried to remember, the events of the last two years began to come clear, and his memories of his marriage to Janis and their life together began streaming into his conscious mind. But there were two memories inside his head that didn't go together. What became of the whole Chimerian experience and what became of his past life on Chimeria, he still had full recollection of that. "The Technids!" he said. "They've done this to us. They've somehow changed everything, they're still trying to wipe out the Chimerian."

"Relax, honey, try to clear your head. You fell asleep last night reading fantasy stories, and you've had some kind of vivid dream. It is all just a dream, snap out of it."

"But it can't be," Bill pleaded. "It was real." He said as he again looked at the pod. "It doesn't react to our touch because we are already Chimerian, It did happen. That is how we got the mark of the Chimerian, that odd green scar around our navel." Looking at Janis' navel he was surprised to find nothing at all. Inspecting his own navel as well, he was equally surprised to find no trace of there ever having been any sort of scar. "This can't be happening. I know the Chimerian is in us. The Technids couldn't get it out of us without killing us, but somehow they have suppressed it and tampered with our memories and somehow surgically removed the scars."

"No Bill, it was only a dream, brought on by reading those strange stories and handling those strange artifacts," Janis insisted, as she started to cry, getting still more frightened at her husband's behavior.

"If it was really all just a dream then it is the most vivid dream that I have ever had in my life." Bill picked up the manuscript, opened it, and read down the table of contents. He remembered reading throught the first five stories before apparently falling to sleep. Then he finally realized that the characters of those stories were the very people that he knew, and his experiences with them were a combined continuation of their individual stories. Bill sat in total disbelief at the realization that what Janis was saying could only be true. "How can this be?" Bill shook his head. "It must have all been a dream, what else could it be? All the events that I recall, everything that happened now seems so contrived. But it was all so real." Turning to the last page of the manuscript, he read the final words. "The Chimerian lives, and the experience continues. Feel the effect." After these words there were many blank pages.

Bill took a deep breath and tried to accept the apparent reality that was now his. Taking Janis in his arms he comforted her concerns for him. "Don't worry honey, I'll will get my head sorted out. Just give me a day or so to come to my senses. What other choice do I have but to accept that it was indeed all just a very strange dream.

Bill spent the rest of the day studying the box and its contents and studying the manuscript. He labored with his feelings of doubt. The life that he was living now was certainly not a bad one. Janis was now an incredibly beautiful and sensual woman, and with having such enormously and exquisitely large breasts she was certainly built to satisfy his every sexual fantasy, as well as seeming in every other way to be the perfect wife. Why should he not accept things as they were now, and live happily ever after. But then maybe the Technids were suceeding in their fight against the Chimerian. And what if the memories of this new reality were artificially imbedded in his mind just as the Chimerians had done. Perhaps finding this box was no accident. Maybe someone, possibly Jim, had brought this box to him to help restore his memory and reawaken the Chimerian within him.

"I know now what I must do," Bill said to himself. "Before this dream becomes nothing more than a distant memory, I must write down all that I can recall and add my own story to this book of the Chimerian. Deep in my heart I know the Chimerian experience is real and I must somehow do what I can to restore the truth."

Switching on his computer and starting a new document file, he sat down and prepared to write. He would write the story exactly as he had lived it, and every event that he could recall, though already it seemed that some details were starting to fade from memory. And when he was done with his story he knew just the person to pass the Chimerian experience on to, someone who he knew would have the intelligence, wisdom, and that certain special desire that would drive him to delve deep into the strange realm of the Chimerian. But as he stared into the mind numbing glare of the monitor he realized that using Technid technology was not the way. Picking up a pad of paper he looked around his desk for a pen. Spotting one on the far side of his desk he reached for it but then paused halfway. "I know I am still Chimerian and I know that within me are my Chimerian abilities," he said to himself. He focused his mind on the pen trying to make it move towards his outstretched hand. "I am Chimerian," he repeated to himself over and over. Perhaps he was only fooling himself. Maybe such an attempt was an exercise in futility. But then, was it only his imagination or did the pen actually begin to move?
 
 

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The Chimerian lives, and the experience continues. Feel the effect.
 

© Chimerian 1999
 

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