Growth Fantastic

By Mich

The alarm screamed its message across Penny's room, yelling at her to get up. Sleepily she turned over in her bed, feeling the heavy weight of her breasts slide across each other as she shifted. She lay on her back for a moment, scrunching her eyes closed and running her hands back through her hair until her mom tapped on the door in passing. "Get up, honey," came the call, already halfway down the hallway.

Penny sighed and sat herself up into a sitting position, then gave a smirk as her pendulous breasts continued the motion before settling heavily against her stomach and thighs. The t-shirt she slept in, long enough to go to her knees, had parachuted out and now drifted back into place against the tops of her breasts.

She turned, lightly swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, and nearly sprung onto her feet. It was always a chore getting out of bed, which was the reason for the alarm being on the other side of the room, but once she was moving it was hard to slow her down. She stepped across the floor and shut off the alarm, grabbing her brush along the way, which she was already using to run a few pre-emptive strokes through her long, shiny auburn hair. Once the tangles were sorted out, she shucked the t-shirt off and glanced in the mirror.

It should have been a glance but, for whatever reason, Penny felt compelled to size her naked form up for a bit longer this morning. Her freshly-washed hair didn't look like it would need much more brushing after she was dressed, that was for sure: it fell in copper sheets down from her head, thick and lustrous. Her bright green eyes twinkled from beneath the bangs she had decided to go with, just above her small and sharp nose, oval face and small but juicy lips. And below her face was— well, but that would be getting ahead of herself, wouldn't it? Her favorite part of being her.

She instead let her hands travel downwards, lightly running her fingers over her hips, cupping her bottom. Even without her favorite features, Penny would still be a girl classified with curves. With her 34-inch hips on her 5'3" body, some (jealous) people would often describe her as pear-shaped, although they would be greatly exaggerating. Up from her firm and rounded bottom, which she was considering showing off in a tight pair of skinny jeans, was her thin waist and taut stomach.

And mostly obscuring that thin smoothness were her fat, round, bouncing breasts.

Penny took her right breast in both of her hands and hefted it up, feeling its weight, watching how it sloshed and jiggled in the mirror. It was so heavy, and she also thought she saw some strange muscle bulge in her naked arms as she lifted the load, but then it disappeared and she immediately forgot about it. She was too wrapped up in how it felt, her lone breast, bigger than the globe in her History teacher's classroom, being held and conforming to the shape of her hands. She would also have noticed that they were sunk into the flesh, her fingers nearly disappearing, had she not been so distracted by the wonderful feelings.

She almost couldn't remember what it had been like before they sprung up, growing and growing, first bigger than her grandmother's seemingly huge breasts, then bigger than her own mom's. They probably hadn't been as sensitive back then, because she remembered her first time masturbating and it hadn't been (as bizarre as it seemed now) purely from nipple-play. But then, you probably forgot some things as time went by.

It was only then that Penny realized, in her musings, that she had been stroking and fingering both of her nipples, which were now quite engorged and tingling fiercely. She chastised herself, forcing her mind to other things, like the quiz that was surely coming up in her Algebra class, but the damage was done: the weight on her back was already a little heavier than it had been before, and it felt like tiny shots of electricity were arcing into her body from her soft beach ball boobs. Penny cursed, but not before winking at herself in the mirror. Hell, maybe it would be fun to go through today looking a little bigger than normal. It's not like it hadn't happened before. She just couldn't get carried away until school was done.

Finally able to tear herself away from the mirror, Penny scrounged through her dresser for a bra slightly bigger than normal, but not full-on-heat-mode sized. The couple bras she had in that size could have taken up an entire drawer on their own, and it was always impossible to find the good ol' E-cups that she was looking for that morning, which she was sure, from the heft in her hands, would fit her swollen, beach-ball-sized tits perfectly.

Once her underpants had been retrieved and slipped on, the buxom girl decided on a nice blue spaghetti-strap top, made of a stretch material that almost made her squeal with pleasure when it rubbed her nipples through her thick bra, and a tight pair of capris. After stepping into a pair of sandals with slight heels, and running her brush through her hair a few more times, Penny was at last ready to go.

Her mom tutted as Penny entered the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar, shaking her matronly head at Penny's larger-than-normal chest. "You better watch out, honey," she warned. "You'll end up like your great grandmother, trapped in a wheelchair."

Penny rolled her eyes, her perfect hair gently waving with the motion. "Mom, there's no way that could happen to me, I'm not nearly as big as G-Mom's mom was."

"True," Mrs. Parson said, "but I've seen you in your heat-cup size, and grandmother didn't get nearly that big when she was—"

"Ugh, Mom, please!" Penny said, covering her ears. "I don't need to hear that!"

"Me neither, Nina!" came the voice of Penny's grandma from the other room. She walked through the kitchen carrying a load of dirty laundry. "It was embarrassing enough, back in '55, when my mother couldn't walk around due to size of her bosom, and I don't need my own daughter grossing me out with thoughts of her heat-cups!" The old woman winked at Penny before trouncing out of the room, her own smaller C-cup breasts flopping a bit beneath her loose t-shirt, making Penny blanch at the image of deflated soccer balls.

"Fine, mother," Mrs. Parson said, but there was a note of amusement in her voice. She heaved herself up from the table, her D-cups, both approximately the size of slightly more inflated basketballs, following behind.

There was a honk from out front. "There's Hannah," Penny said, shoving the banana in her mouth a bit unbecomingly and grabbing her backpack.

Penny's mom shook her head. "I can't believe that girl can drive. You need to take over for her, Pen."

"It's not like she's getting any bigger."

"That's what we thought about you, and now look at you!"

Penny rolled her eyes again and pecked her mom on the cheek. "But she's been this big since the sixth grade, mom. She'll be fine. Bye!"

"That poor girl," Penny heard as the door closed behind her. Looking at her waving best friend in the driver's seat, the blonde grinning fiercely through the window, it was hard to equate the sentiment to the cheerful, tiny girl.

Then again, maybe tiny wasn't the right word. Hannah was only a hair over 5 foot, it's true, and was a thin, fit girl, but her status as a matron left her a bit bigger than she would be otherwise. In fact, Penny had to give it to her mom, it was a bit of a wonder Hannah could reach the steering wheel. After all, her huge breasts, bulging with so much milk that she had to take lactation breaks twice a day, had to block out at least half of her vision, undoubtedly obscuring the speedometer. It wouldn't have been so bad, her breast sizes nicely being equated to gallon milk jugs, if her huge, faux-pregnant belly wasn't pushing them directly into her face. It was a well-known fact that Hannah had to put the driver's seat as far back as possible while still being able to reach the pedals, or she wouldn't have been able to fit her giant, round stomach into the car.

"How's it going, shortround?" Penny asked, sliding into the passenger seat.

Hannah giggled and pulled away from the house, careening down the street. She definitely wasn't looking at the speedometer, her eyes not even nearing the crimson cloth that made up her enormous blouse. "It's going. I bought some new shorts!"

"I can see that," Penny said, looking down to see the very short khaki shorts, their button held together with a rubber band. "It looks like you shopped outside of your department again."

"You know I can't help it. The 'matron' section is so... so..."

"Family-friendly?"

"I was going to say prudish."

Penny couldn't help but smile at the pout on her "smaller" friend's face.  "It's not like it would stop every boy in school from wanting to do you," she laughed.

"It's just because they want to suck on my titties," Hannah said. "With you they actually think you're sexy."

"Well," Penny said, in a fake lofty voice, "who could blame them? But seriously, Hannah," she continued, in a more playful tone, "I'm pretty sure that you know exactly how sexy you are." She reached over and stroked a hand along Hannah's curving belly, feeling the taut skin pucker with goose bumps at her touch. Penny cackled internally at Hannah's suddenly unfocused eyes, the blonde's tongue darting around her lips as she shivered with a small wave of pleasure. "After all," Penny said, her voice dropping another octave as she leaned in closer, "how many times have you let me suck you dry—"

"We're here!" Hannah announced loudly, just as Penny's overfull breasts brushed against the side of her bulging stomach. She turned to Penny, half-serious anger on her face. "You can't do that to me! You know what'll— oh, great!" Telltale wet spots were darkening the obvious nipple-bulges in Hannah's blouse, spreading out as they got wetter. "You started me early!"

The little girl popped out of the driver's seat like a cork and slammed the door behind her before waddling to the high school both girls attended. "See you second period!" she called behind her as Penny gathered her things. That huge belly of Hannah's was even visible from behind; if Penny didn't know better, she would have guessed the girl was pregnant with triplets.

But then, she would have been pregnant since middle school.

Shaking her head at the sudden mood whiplash (and sending a cascade of lovely auburn hair down her back), Penny followed her disappeared friend into the crowds. She was a bit confused: wasn't that what they always did? Hadn't she and Hannah grown together, discovering their new bodies at the same time?

Penny came out of her daydreaming in time to realize that everyone was staring at her, just before remembering that they did every single day. After all, she was the most beautiful girl in school. She may not have had the biggest breasts; that trophy lay with Veronica Green, who almost, like G-Mom's mom, needed a wheelchair to haul herself around, and even Veronica paled in comparison to Lauryn Keyser, a girl who had joined the ranks of the Immobiles back in eighth grade after a tumultuous, growth-filled year; Penny wasn't an official pear, so she didn't have the curviest butt; her boobs didn't have any special tricks, like Hannah and other matrons; no, Penny had the best all-around package: the hair, the eyes, the face, the mouth, the tits, the ass, the legs. Every stare and gaze was one of either jealousy or lust or a mixture of both.

It was no real surprise that Keith Whistler, captain of the football team, approached Penny at her locker. He did almost every day.

"Hey," he said, by way of traditional greeting. "You look gorgeous today."

"You say that every day," Penny said, the same as she said every day.

"Well, you look gorgeous every single fucking day, Pen."

Normally she would turn the large, handsome boy down, but today felt strangely different. There was that familiar tingle in her chest as she glanced at his jeans and saw a bulge there that reached halfway to his knee. He must have had sex with Hannah, she theorized vacantly.

"Do you think," she began slowly, before taking his big hand in her small, manicured one, "you could tell me that somewhere in private?"

"Uh, definitely," he said, staggering after her as she led him down the hall. Already she could feel the effects of her increased horniness happening. The lightheadedness, the vague moistness in her crotch, but especially the tightness in her brassiere. She would have to do something quick, or she would just keep getting more and more aroused, until something very embarrassing, even in today's progressive world, happened.

"Here we are," Penny said, closing the door to the strangely abandoned band room. She didn't even question where band practice was happening instead as she stripped off Keith's jeans and underwear, revealing an erection far bigger than the one the boy Penny had lost her virginity to owned. Her crush from middle school, Jason Hartman, couldn't compare to Keith Whistler.

Now that his pants were off, Keith turned into the dominant force, pushing Penny to the ground as he pulled her top over her head. Most of her bra came with it, her boobs flopping free and onto the rough carpet. Penny felt them swelling as her breath increased, but her capris and panties were already gone, Keith was already kneeling over her, his raging cock already penetrating her sensitive pussy lips. The overripe teen screamed and writhed in pleasure as he pumped out of her and back in while one hand massaged one of her tits. They were both as large as couch cushions and still plumping up as she orgasmed again and again, the heat passing through her and filling her up while she clamped onto her dream man, her fantasy complete and she didn't even know it—she screamed again—

And Penelope Parson, age 17, woke up.

"Come on, Penny, you're going to be late for school," Mrs. Parson's voice came through the door. Penny sat bolt upright in bed, sweat flying from her face as she did so. The sheets were all wrinkled around her, some of them still grasped in her fists, and her shirt was absolutely soaked.

"What a dream," Penny panted, out-of-breath from the dream sex she had been having. The dream sex with Keith Whistler! What an imagination she had.

Penny slid out of bed, shaking her head and sending her kinky flyaway hair everywhere, the tangles and crinkles undoubtedly forming a bright red fuzzball around her face. She puffed a stray strand out of her eyes as she stripped her shirt over her head and gave herself a wry, half-pitying look in the mirror.

In real life, Penny was nowhere near a knockout. Her hair, as already stated, was almost eternally a mess,  a bright obnoxious color that lit her up like a traffic cone. Her face was a pleasant shape, even she had to admit, but there was just something about it that was unappealing. Maybe it was the freckles. They weren't cute, slight sprinkling across-the-cheeks freckles, but where-does-the-freckle-end freckles, especially in the summer. Her eyes weren't even the bright green of the dream, but a muddy brownish-green color.

And, the worst part, the part that she had the hardest time dealing with, was her chest. The only decoration on it, aside from two little nipples, was another spray of freckles.

The problem, Penny thought, just as with every morning, as she hitched up a pair of jeans and tied them tight with a belt, was that she had no curves whatsoever to speak of. If she had any, just any, she wouldn't be such a freak.

But in the world that Penny lived in, a lack of curves was the opposite of the norm.

"What's wrong, honey?" Penny's mom asked as the teen slumped into the kitchen. The older woman was peering over her breasts at the newspaper while guiding a spoon of cornflakes to her mouth.

"Oh, just glanced in the mirror, is all," Penny said, jealously watching as a few crumbs spilled from her mom's mouth and bounced on the woman's shelf of a bosom. They were absent-mindedly brushed off.

"It'll happen someday," Mrs. Parson said in a bored tone. It was a pretty common conversation.

"Maybe she should be thankful that it hasn't yet!" came the almost triumphant voice of Mrs. Parson's mother from the laundry room. The old woman walked by with a laundry basket, her C-cups bouncing merrily away under her shirt. "After all, she could end up like my own mother, trapped in—"

"We know, we know, trapped in a wheelchair, horribly embarrassed back in '55," Penny's mom interrupted, waving her hand.

G-Mom tilted her head in acknowledgement. "I know, but it's true! It could happen. I mean, I thought that I was a decently large size, and was relieved I didn't get as big as her, but now look at you! What if it's a trend, and Pen gets as big?" She started folding the laundry onto the kitchen table before turning to Penny. "But seriously? Nothing?"

Penny's head nearly dipped into her cereal bowl in disappointment. "Still flat as a board."

The old woman's hand came down reassuringly on Penny's shoulder. "It will happen, soon. It has to."

There was the honk from out front. "There's Hannah," Penny said, all of it feeling vaguely familiar. Was it like this in the dream?

Penny's mom shook her head. "I can't believe that girl can drive. You need to take over for her, Pen."

"It's not like she's getting any bigger."

"Hopefully not," G-Mom said, half-grave. "As luxurious as it is, being mutation immobilized is probably pretty boring."

"Better than not being anything at all," Penny muttered as she pecked her mom on the cheek. She was surprised when Mrs. Parson grabbed her into a full body-hug, her D-cup breasts smashing between the two ladies.

"Just keep your chin up, Penny," Mrs. Parson said. "You'll come into your own."

Hannah was nearly leaning on the horn, or at least as leaned as she could get, by the time Penny was out the door. "Come on, slowpoke!" she called.

Penny snorted as she slid into the passenger seat. "You're the slowpoke," she said, giving Hannah's prodigious belly a poke of its own.

"Ha, not when I'm in this car I'm not!" the would-be-tiny girl said, stomping on the gas.

Penny suddenly had a flash of her dream, and nearly burst out laughing at the thought of Hannah as some kind of slut, using her "special talents" to have the pick of the boys at school. A preggo (or "matron" as sex-ed had taught them the proper name was) like Hannah may produce milk that does some really weird stuff to guys' dicks, but Hannah just wasn't the kind of person who would do that. Like Penny, she was a part of that special group at school that was never very popular, never got picked for anything, and was barely glanced at. All this despite her extremely likable personality, extremely cute face, and body that would have been off the charts. You know, if she didn't look permanently nine-months pregnant with triplets.

Penny still remembered the excitement she had felt when Hannah had first started to show, way back in the fifth grade. Oh, she had been excited for Hannah, sure: of the four main "mutations" that girls had been experiencing since the mid-fifties, along with the greatly increased breast sizes, the matron mutation was considered the most honorable one to get. After all, it was a permanent sign of fertility that had even been worshiped in many civilizations, at one point or another. And, as Hannah grew more and more, first her belly forming a small pot, then a big, hefty belly, and finally settling on the massive size she sported today, Penny's eyes grew and grew with it. Because, along with her stomach, Hannah's breasts grew, too.

As her best friend left the girl cup sizes behind and started wearing the smaller woman's sizes, Penny felt relieved. If even Hannah had boobs that were big enough to call average then Penny, who was a good three inches taller, would definitely get breasts at least that big, maybe even as big as G-Mom's!

This small relief faded as the years went on, while Hannah stayed her average size.

"You wouldn't want them anyway," Hannah had said once during a milking session. She was a modest girl, but she didn't mind if Penny watched. "I hate doing this." She was leaning over the sink and looking at Penny while she talked. Her heavy breasts hung toward the basin and she worked them steadily, streams of milk shooting from the taut, swinging jugs.

"I'm not so sure you'd be saying that from this side of the fence," Penny grumbled as she wiped up a spilled drop with her finger. "Something is better than nothing."

"You think this is fu— don't lick that!" Hannah's breasts bounced and jiggled as she slapped Penny's mouth away from the girl's dripping digit. "I haven't milked myself in a few days and this stuff is potent! Do you want to put on twenty pounds? People will think you're a feeder!"

"At least I'd be something," Penny said. "And hey, feeders are pretty respected."

Hannah snorted as she resumed pulling at her nipples. "Except in this case you'd just be fat. People can tell."

Once more Penny found herself looking at Hannah's engorged, milk-filled breasts as they rode in the car to school. Maybe a few pounds wouldn't hurt, Penny thought. Then again, it would probably go somewhere weird and not at all attractive, like her calves or neck or something.

By the time she had shaken the thoughts from her head, the girls had arrived at school, and Hannah was already heaving herself out of the driver's side. "Come on, slowpoke," she said as she straightened her long denim skirt. Penny sighed while she caught up to her friend who was waddling towards the crowds around the school, trying to look anywhere but at the other girls and only managing to focus on the curves of the overly pregnant girl. After they had entered the front door and Hannah had turned down a hall for her first period, Penny realized she would have to fend for herself and not just ride in the wake of her best friend, and at last turned her sights up to the rest of the student body's faces.

In her dream, Penny had been able to ignore all of the other girls in the school. The ones that she remembered had much smaller breasts than her, and they were all jealous of her stunning good looks and luck with the boys. Reality, though, was sadly reversed.

Breasts, breasts, breasts. Boobs. Hooters. All of them were around her, all the time, all of them fighting to escape from the blouses and shirts that contained them, all of them so huge Penny didn't even think to compare her own tiny bumps of nipples to them. It's not that she wasn't in the same league, it's that she didn't even have all of the requisite parts.

According to her Social History class, which nicely tied in with Sex Ed, Penny wouldn't have stood out so badly back in the fifties. When G-Mom was only a girl was when this had all started. One day, women everywhere realized that their brassieres were no longer fitting so loosely, that their buttons were starting to get tight down their fronts. Bras in the larger sizes started to sell more and more, before women were calling in or actually visiting the companies that made them, demanding that larger cups with smaller bands were made.

They called it the Cup Size Epidemic, and some reporters snarkily called it B-Day, and by now most people thought of it as "back when boobs were smaller," but at the time is was crazy. Breasts, one of two areas that must never be seen in civilized public, were commonly being talked about, popping out of their clothes as they swelled, huge sales happening at the strangest stores to try to keep women comfortable as they grew.

It seemed to happen very quickly, according to grandma: one day everyone was "normal," or at least what G-Mom thought of as normal, the next everyone was huge. In fact it took over three years for the last fully-grown, documented woman to stop growing, and even then girls in puberty continued to grow, with new girls starting all the time.

By the time the changing period was over, the world was completely made over. Not only were enormous, sink-filling breasts the new norm, but hypertrophy beyond that wasn't as rare as it had been before. There were other changes, as well, which became known as "mutations" in the vernacular. About one in every nine or ten girls would change in even more radical terms, such as growing enormous round bellies and milk-spurting breasts, as if the girl's body thought it was very, very pregnant.

Modern high schoolers were amused to learn that what was now thought of as the "girl" size scale was in fact the old scale for measuring breasts, from when you were twelve to sixty-three. The giggles that went through the classroom at the realization that a woman's scale A-cup, which could still at least fill a hand decently, was at one time identical to a girl's A-cup, which was, in essence, a flat chest.

So one can see how Penny didn't even imagine herself comparable to her classmate's sizes. She didn't even reach what was the commonly-thought minimum for a female who had gone through puberty; far from the standard hormonal hyperbole teenage girls often succumb to, Penny's thoughts that she could have the smallest breasts in the world were very plausible, indeed.

The poor teen's distraught gaze jumped from chest to chest as she waded through the soft sea to her locker. Here went a girl in her class, the logo on her t-shirt stretched ridiculous across her bowling-ball sized tits. Here came a tall member of the girls' basketball team, one of the few that wasn't a lifter, swinging her duffel-bag-like sports bra over her shoulder while her huge, jiggly tits bounced free along the edges of her jersey, their natural shapes like five-gallon-teardrops. And, God damnit, here came a freshman, her dark, perky nipples clearly showing through a buttoned-down shirt that was clearly far too small for her, what with her rack already larger than her head.

Penny's face burned as she moved through the crowd, the odd gaggle of girls seeing her and turning to snicker at each other. At last she reached her locker and was able to turn away from the staring, piercing eyes.

"Heya Pen," Jason Hartman, Penny's somewhat-annoying friend said, popping up at her elbow. Back in middle school Penny had the biggest crush on Jason, so much so that once at a party, freshman year, she had been nearly bursting with happiness when Jason had lead both of them on a drunken walk that had ended in an empty bedroom, both of their virginities lost forever. But then Penny had matured as high school had gone on, and Jason had mysteriously not. He had also stopped growing, managing to be shorter than Penny's already pretty measly 5'3".

Penny sighed. "Hi Jason." Jason, as everyone who hung out with Penny did, brushed the sigh aside.

"Are you coming to the lake this weekend?" he asked, leaning casually against a locker. His spiky blonde hair glistened with gel, but nobody was buying his attempt at cool.

Another sigh escaped from Penny's mouth as she retrieved her books and binders from her locker. "Oh, I don't know, Jason. Nobody who likes me will be there..." She clutched the pile of notebooks to her chest as tightly as possible, took a breath, and turned away from the locker, steeling herself for the rest of the day—

"—ure they will, I mean, Hannah's probably coming, and I'll be there—"

—and nearly ran right into Veronica Green.

To be exact, she nearly ran into Veronica Green's right breast.

By all rights, Veronica should have been, like great grandma, confined to a wheelchair. The rumor was that Veronica had a very slight lifter mutation, which gave her the necessary muscle to hold herself upright and walk around, but for whatever reason being a lifter was out of style at the moment so it would be embarrassing for the extremely busty girl to admit as much. All Penny knew was that when she looked at Veronica her own back started hurting.

"Watch it, flatty!" Veronica sneered, the laughter of her constant train of friends following her as she slowly walked away. Her enormous breasts, each the approximate size of a smaller beanbag chair, were held firmly just below her waist by one of those bras that had extra straps around the hips, and were probably just under three feet wide—each. Like most girls whose breasts grew to larger-than-average proportions, Veronica's nipples had scaled up with them. As the huge teats swung from side to side with Veronica's ponderous gait, Penny caught glimpses of the almost constantly-hard coffee cup-sized protrudences, which was quite a feat, considering they had to poke through a canvas bra, a t-shirt, and a cardigan sweater.

Penny had never had PE with Veronica, but she had heard that, bra-less and in the showers, those huge tits only sank a foot or so, and often needed help with soaping up.

"Penny, you're drooling," Jason said. It was his turn to sigh. "Look, you're already beautiful. Forget about boobs and stuff and just come to the lake! It'll be great."

Penny turned and stormed off, feeling unbidden and unexpected tears come to her eyes as she barreled away from her locker. What did he know about how she felt? She literally was the flattest girl above the age of twelve that anyone she had ever met had ever seen. She should never have admitted to Jason her extremely inferior feelings about herself, should never have told him about her fantasies of growing a chest large enough to rival everyone at the school. She had hoped, deep down inside, that losing her virginity would kick-start whatever process in her body hadn't happened yet, but that had been almost three years ago. Not a single change since. Not a swelling in her breasts, not a rounding of her hips like a pear, no swollen belly like a preggo, no sudden weight gain like a feeder, not even unexpected-developing muscles like a lift—

Once more Penny found herself bumping into someone much larger than herself.

"Woah there, Miss Parson!" Ms. Gimble said, firmly grabbing the thin girl's arm as she nearly fell over. "You don't have to be that excited about homeroom." With Penny safely attended to, the extremely well-muscled teacher crossed her arms over her chest, her huge biceps rippling and flexing.

As usual when around anyone that Penny considered to be abnormally gifted, she was somewhat in awe of Ms. Gimble. Coach of both the girl's basketball and football teams, she was a mammoth of a woman, regularly lifting 500lb weights without breaking a sweat. Her arms were her main feature, both of them as big around as Penny, but her chest was just as great as the rest of her, with her breasts probably a very nicely-sized C-cup, if it weren't for the fact that she was so incredibly thick with muscle around her upper torso that it made her drop a cup size. She always wore tight tanktops and barely-buttoned blouses that would show off her shelf of pectoral muscles and bunched steel abs. All of the other lifters at the school looked up to her, both for not caring about the current fad to look down on "muscled women" and for being the strongest one there. The crazy thing was that Penny knew she was only about average for a lifter; Ms. Gimble could at least fit through doors!

"N-not in too big of a rush, Ms. Gimble," Penny stammered, doing her best to hold in her teared-up eyes.

She failed, as her homeroom teacher's eyes turned from vaguely amused to concerned. "Wait a second, what's wrong? Was someone making fun of you again?" She leaned in, her globes swaying and pitching forward, drawing Penny's jealous eyes. The junior sniffled.

"Not too much more than usual." She set her jaw. Even if she wasn't as strong as Ms. Gimble, she could at least act like she was, couldn't she? "I've put up with worse."

"That's more like it." The coach straightened back up, her pylon-like legs straining at her shorts. "You can go inside, if you want." She jerked a thumb over her shoulder and Penny realized they were standing outside of the room they used for homeroom. Penny ducked her head in thanks and hurried inside.

"Hi Penny," greeted the squeaky voice of Laney, even before Penny had seen her. Not that it mattered: Laney was always in the homeroom when Penny got there. It wasn't that Laney was unpopular: far being from it, she was actually quite happily acquainted with most of the kids at the school. She claimed to Penny that it was because she preferred the peace and quiet of a mostly empty classroom, but it was pretty obvious to Penny why the feeder got there so early: it was so she wouldn't bump into kids on the way to her desk, forcing them all to evacuate their seats while she navigated the aisle. Penny not-so-secretly wished that she had a problem like that, but if you heard Laney talk about it you would assume it was one of the worst things in the world.

"Most of the time I just wish I was fatter, so I could get a Large desk," she had admitted to Penny on more than one occasion. There was a specific threshold of mass that a girl had to be over for the school to allocate plus-sized equipment, and Laney was just under it at 275 lbs. "It's hard for feeders to gain past their personal limit, though, so I can't really force it."

Nice problem to have, Penny snorted to herself. Laney was still very popular, and very pretty: her round face, bouncing golden curls, lovely plump lips. And her tits, probably DD's or even E's despite her thick torso, sat heavily on her desk every day. Right now they cushioned a bag of big pretzels, which Laney was fishing around in. Penny's eyes followed the hypnotic bouncing and jiggling of the huge, fat-filled breasts, contained poorly in a very thing spaghetti-strap top. Once Laney found a pretzel, she leaned slightly back in her chair, as far as she could go, and her breasts tried to follow. There wasn't very much extra room, however, so they just ended up slightly nestled in the short drop between desk edge and belly, at least 75% of the flour bag-sized loads still covering the wooden top. "What's up, buttercup?" Laney chirped between crunches. "I have something on my face?"

"No," Penny sighed, and plunked down the row to her desk. She got out her notebook and pencil and leaned into her palm, gazing wistfully out the window. As she watched the cheerleaders in the middle of the field doing their morning routine, breasts swaying and bouncing in their light sweaters, the boys track team's eyes were magnetically attached to their chests. They were all used to such a display, it was true, but that didn't stop them from looking. It never did. Penny's mind, as usual, drifted into daydreams of someday having such a chest as could attract any boy at the school.

Class started after fifteen minutes of such thoughts, and Penny dutifully opened her notebook and wrote down most of the things that Ms. Gimble told them. It was useless, homeroomy-type fluff, but Penny did her best to be good at SOMETHING, at least. If she couldn't win in looks, or boys, or sports, she could at least make an effort to be good at school.

The rest of the day passed with general listless laziness. Penny did her best to pay attention in every class, but would always find her eyes wandering around the girls around her, peeking down shirts, ogling cleavage, spying on nipples and prominent aureole. The problem with big boobs and wanting them, Penny complained to herself, was that they were everywhere. She could not get away from them.

The girls with mutations were almost worse. As they all knew that they were exceptionally different, most of them were either too modest about what gifts their genetics had bestowed upon them, like Hannah, or annoyingly blasé about them, like Laney. Those two mutations, that is, the preggos and the feeders, were the ones that tended to get the huge boobs, too. Pears and lifters tended to get the shaft with their slightly lesser breasts, although they still tended to be larger-than-average, which means they were still infinitely larger than Penny's. Plus, she didn't really have any good pear friends, and absolutely no lifter friends, so their commiseration, no matter how poorly placed, wouldn't have helped either way.

By the end of the day Penny was exhausted, as was her normal state. Actually, she was a bit more exhausted than normal, because after lunch she had been stuck in the hall on the way to class behind one of the pears and had to stare at that perfect behind for about fifteen minutes while the traffic congestion at some lockers had cleared up.

Laney had been beside her, chattering away while shoving cupcakes into her mouth, and Hannah's firm stomach had been pressing into her back, and there was a wall on the other side, so Penny had nothing to do. Nothing to do but stare at Caroline Jameson's big, bouncy backside. Penny almost drooled. Those 50-inch hips were squeezed into a pair of knee-length khaki shorts, softly rounding to Caroline's smooth waist before bounding out against her silk blouse that housed her DD breasts. Her shiny, curly, perfect black hair cascaded down her back, her brown skin shiny with sweat in the crowded hall.

Penny wasn't her friend. Caroline didn't like her and she didn't like Caroline, and she also didn't like how rich her family was. She did not like their cabin at the lake, she was not attending their party on Saturday, and she definitely did not like envying her womanly curves. But damnit, she just couldn't look away.

So she was very exhausted by the end of the day. Much more than usual.

"How was your day, Sweet Pea?" Mrs. Parson asked from her office after Hannah had driven haphazardly away.

"Exhausting. As usual."

"I'm sure it was, honey," Grandma said with a peck on Penny's head. "But you have that party Saturday, don't you? It'll be a great way to hang out with your friends!"

Penny shook her head, frizzy red hair flying everywhere. "I don't think I'm going."

"Hmm." Grandma sat back on the couch, brushing aside her granddaughter's usual negativity. "Well, maybe you'll feel differently about it tomorrow. Now do you have any homework?"

***

Penny didn't feel any different about it the next day, either. It was with an extra-sullen face that she got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and rode to school with Hannah next to her.

Partly to blame was her sad attempt to dress better. Maybe inspired by her dream from the other night, maybe not, Penny had tried to pull off those olive capris that were hiding in the bottom of her drawer, but they just looked differently on her than they did on dream-Penny. They didn't look sexy or cute or even hip-hugging. They just looked like short pants. The spaghetti-strap top? It just made her look like a seven-year-old. Penny's sad reflection depressed her too much to even change into less stupid-looking clothes, and she had continued on her way.

Hannah had sensed the extra-poor mood of her best friend and had kept her mouth shut, but that hadn't stopped Penny's eyes from raking over her heavy, milk-engorged breasts, so poorly contained in her extra-large maternity top. The ride would have been awkward if not for the fact that Penny was often like this.

Homeroom came and passed by at a crawl as Ms. Gimble called roll and Penny poised over her notebook. She was fully prepared to get herself out of the funk by paying extra-attention in school that day. Naturally, the under-developed girl's mind wandered after a period of writing down dates of upcoming holidays and school events, and, when the bell rang announcing the end of homeroom, she was startled from her doodle of two very familiar-looking round shapes. Her pencil jostled from her hand and landed on the ground in the aisle, soon stepped over by ten kids who ignored her, just as they always did. With her usual sigh, Penny waited for the sneakers to clear out of the way, then leaned out of her desk and picked up the pencil.

It was the most ridiculous feeling she felt, as her fingers pinched over the smooth yellow paint of the pencil. Almost like a tightening of her right arm. And then, as she lifted the thin rod of wood, there was suddenly the feeling of much more resistance than there should have been, as if the pencil's mass was ten or more times its previous mass. Yet, despite this brief pause and strange feeling, Penny pulled the pencil up from the floor just as she normally would.

"What was—" Penny started, before realizing how peculiar she was being. She absent-mindedly reached for the front cover of her notebook with her left hand to pull it close. She did so successfully, but not before feeling another weird twinge in her arm, another weird rush and strain as she pulled at the cover. But nothing else happened: the cover closed, just fine.

What was going on? She wasn't sure. It didn't exactly hurt, not right then, at least, it just felt like... like everything was working extra hard. She stood up from the desk and felt another series of twangs and pulls throughout her legs and hips, then her abdominals and torso as she reached down for her things, and her arms again as she gathered them up into her chest.

Brow furrowed, Penny walked firmly out of the room, much too distracted to be shy or peeved as Ms. Gimble gave her a curious look.

The peculiar feelings in her legs and lower body continued with each new exertion as Penny walked down the hall, turning corners and navigating to her first period class. Was she sick? Some strange disease? Did she freakily pull every muscle in her body? Maybe she was dying. Maybe this was what dying felt like.

Then again, it felt kind of good, she had to admit. Like she sometimes felt after running a mile, if she managed to do it without completely exhausting herself. And this time she wasn't getting tired at all, just constantly springing and zapping all over as she found her desk in the Literature class. It was only with some relief that Penny sat down and felt the last of the little tightenings in her legs. The rest of her kind of wished they had continued.

So it was with a little excitement that Penny got out her copy of The Great Gatsby and found that, by turning the pages, she could activate those muscular pulses in her upper arms. First her right arm to turn one page, then her left arm to turn the next. It was a catch-up reading day, so Penny turned page after page as she read through the classic piece of American literature. After flipping through the book three times, though, she realized that the resistance she was getting was decreasing until the small burst of energy at each page turn was almost negligible. Maybe the pages were too light?

Disappointed, and not even realizing that her blue funk from earlier in the day had completely evaporated, Penny pulled up her pencil (that at least gave her the same sproing in her arm, although less than before) and started scratching out answers on her work page—only to find out that each stroke on the page, each push and pull of the pencil lead, worked her forearms.

She wrote all over the sheet, taking her time to spell out the essay questions with as much detail as possible, then pulled out more work from other classes. When the resistance had started to lessen with her right hand, she had fun writing with her left. Almost subconsciously she started lifting the book in her right hand up and down, feeling the imaginary extra mass that the book had gained, feeling her entire right side work to move it all.

By the time the bell signaling the end of first period rang, Penny realized she was drenched in sweat, and all of the muscles in her body were aching as if she had just gotten out of PE. She stood up from her desk and pulled her books and notebooks with her, feeling her arms flex and work at them, and it all clicked together.

Imaginary mass. The muscles in her body working overtime. The sudden feelings of strength, even though she wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary. Penny looked down at her arms and realized that, far from the usual thin sticks she would see, she saw lean and lightly defined muscles standing out all along them, like a gymnast's. She wasn't dying. She wasn't sick. Her body had just been politely informing her that, from now on, she was probably going to be gaining muscle mass a lot more easily than most other people. She would grow stronger and bigger by hardly doing anything at all.

Penny had a mutation.

Penny was a lifter.

She was almost surprised at herself for not screaming in delight, for not racing through the halls shouting at everyone. After all, this wasn't QUITE what she wanted: she wanted breasts. But then again, breasts almost always got bigger if a girl developed a mutation, even if you were just a lifter.

Her breaths started coming even faster. Her eyes felt like she was two miles from the floor. Penny's thoughts were racing, but one happy look remained on her face. It was the look of someone who didn't care that lifters were out of fashion, who didn't care that this would probably get her teased more than if she had just finally gained a cup size. It was the look of someone who had finally gotten a taste of being special—and not in a bad way. Surely, Penny thought giddily as she almost pranced to her locker, this meant that an actual bra was on its way.

Penny's humming as she sifted through her locker was broken by Hannah's voice. "What's gotten into you? You were Debbie Downer as usual, this morning." The preggo was leaning next to Penny, and had somehow managed to sneak her huge bulk up without being noticed. Then again, Penny was a little distracted. "Hello? You in there?" Hannah leaned in to the unresponsive redhead and snapped her fingers in front of Penny's eyes. It was less the snapping and more the feeling of a very taut belly and two very soft breasts digging into Penny's side that woke her up.

"I think I'm a lifter," Penny said, turning sharply enough that Hannah backed up a step in surprise. Once balance was regained she put her hands on her hips and cocked a blond eyebrow.

"Really."

"No, seriously!" Penny said. "Don't think I'm just crazy, please! I fit all of the symptoms, starting, like, two hours ago!" She lifted up an arm and flexed.

And, oh. Flexing felt goooooood. Before today if Penny had flexed it would feel like, well, like turning on a switch. It would be either she was not flexing (and looked like a shapeless stick) or she was flexing (and looked like a curled, shapeless stick). But with this flex it was less like flicking a switch and more like gradually opening a door. She started flexing, but then she put more and more and more tension into it, greater and greater. It was like biting slowly down on a really good piece of fudge, or crunching more and more leaves with heavy boots. It was satisfying and tingly at the same time.

Plus, with her spaghetti-strap top, she could even see her bicep. And what was forming there with the flex was definitely more muscle than had been there yesterday. Namely, any muscle at all.

"Alright, honey," Hannah said, patting Penny on the shoulder as she waddled past. "Well, prove it in PE."

"Hannah, you can't see this?" Penny said, jogging to catch up, still flexing her right arm. "Just look!" And she flexed her left arm, too. Her breath hitched and her eyes flickered a bit as the strength passed through her entire arm, all of the muscles in it. The good feeling was almost indescribable.

Almost.

Penny was no stranger to sex dreams, but that was really where her sexual activity stopped. Sure, like most girls, once she had realized that she had a vagina she had stroked it and petted it and found her clitoris and even put some things beyond tampons into it. But, aside from those explorations, a few very crazy nights of masturbation and that one time with Jason, she hadn't had any sexual experiences, and even those few had maybe two of them feel good.

And this, well. This felt kind of like those two times.

Hannah just grabbed Penny's upright arm and pulled her toward the gym. "Come ON, you look like a goober."

Penny changed as self-consciously as she usually did into her gym clothes, and only noticed as she was pulling her thin white t-shirt over her stupid training bra that she probably wouldn't have to be so embarrassed in a few months. Or maybe even a few weeks, if she really worked at it! She had heard of lifters that had gone from normal to the biggest in their school within a couple months; if that happened to her she would probably be looking awesome, or at least bearable, by next Friday!

That was pretty ridiculous, though a girl could dream.

Still, the weird way that the shirt was sitting on Penny's shoulders in no way distracted her from the bounty of breasts around her. She quickly reminded herself that nothing guaranteed her boobs would grow with her muscles; she might end up some freak with arms like refrigerators and no tits whatsoever. As usual, there was the half-wish that Veronica Green was in her gym class, so Penny could get a glimpse at those gorgeous monsters naked, and half extreme thanks to whoever was in charge that Veronica wasn't. Penny could only put up with so much stress.

The ogling commenced as it always did. Breasts the size of gallon jugs slipping out of bra cups that could make fruit baskets, nipples like thumbs and thimbles sitting on dark areolae sometimes as wide as dinner plates, round and curvy hips slipping out of hugging skirts and fitted pants and slipping into the dark blue shorts of the school. Penny pretended to be distracted by the hair band she was tying her flyabout hair back with, but she was instead peeking under her arms at every single girl around her.

Penny wanted them all. She wanted it all. And while growing more muscular wasn't exactly what she wanted, it was something, at least.

"Well, I guess something might look different about you," Hannah said, trying to tug her shirt down over her belly button and failing. Her regulation shorts were scrunched down under her tummy and her huge tits were safely contained in her white shirt. Penny decided not to comment.

After walking out onto the gym floor, Hannah waddled back to the stands while Penny started to jog laps. Class always started with a few laps, with Hannah and the others incapable of running without injury sitting off to the side. Penny normally hated this part, and almost never ran the requisite number of laps for the mile that Coach Hasher preferred.

Today, though, was different.

Each step that Penny jogged was another burning, flaring warmth in her legs. It was a delicious, pleasurable feeling almost exactly like the one she had been experiencing all day in her arms. After one lap she realized she was nearly sprinting, her chest was heaving, her arms were pumping, but her legs were on fire with that awesome burn. It was almost addictive.

And then she realized that no one was on the gym floor anymore, and Penny was running her twenty-fourth lap. She saw that Hannah was tapping her toe by the bleachers and slowed down as she rounded her last corner, feeling the muscles in her legs that had been burning stay just as tightened as they were.

"Holy shit, Penny!" Hannah said. "You just sprinted four miles! And in, like, fifteen minutes! That's got to be a record for someone who isn't a lifter!"

"Thanks for believing me," Penny panted, leaning over and resting her hands on her thighs. They definitely felt different. Firmer, maybe. And her shorts' pant legs felt almost tight. She would have to look in a mirror to be sure. She whipped her head up and grinned at her pregnant-looking friend. "Let's go lift some weights!"

On Fridays PE was always something super-easy, like tae-bo or dodge ball. Today it was the weight room. Less able girls such as Hannah were almost required to put in a certain amount of exercise in there, to make up for their lack of ability in places like running. "It's not like I don't lift a weight around with me all day," Hannah would often grumble, but she put up with it, doing easy things with light barbells or toe-lifts.

Penny walked in and bee-lined to a free weight resistance machine. It was an all-inclusive one, with bench-presses, shoulder-lifts, chest flies, everything. She sat down at the butterfly section and checked the weight: 40 lbs. "Okay," she said, feeling Hannah's eyes on her. "That's about twice as much as usual, but let's try it."

She slipped into the seat, pulled her arms into position, and pushed against the big pads. At first there was no movement, almost like pushing against a brick wall, but then Penny felt that awesome, energizing feeling, like magma flowing into her chest and upper arms. The weights behind her lifted as she pressed the pads forward and Penny felt no shakes or pain, only a straight-laced adrenaline rush like she hadn't felt yet. When the bars on the back of the pads were almost touching, she stopped, then gently, oh-so-gently, let her arms back, feeling the burn and tingle of the resistance. The weights wanted her arms to snap back into position, but she wouldn't let them, and that meant she was winning.

Once her arms were back into the neutral position, Penny reveled in the feeling of flaming tightness across her chest and shoulders, and pushed against the pads again.

It was easier this time.

After ten reps, Penny took a break and grinned at Hannah, who was staring in wide-eyed disbelief. "Really? It's that easy?"

"Well," Penny shrugged, "it's hard for about half of a second, but then my body adjusts or something."

"Could you go heavier? Like 60 or so?"

"I guess I probably could tr—" But Hannah was already leaning way over, breasts bobbling against the firm top of her belly, to move the resistance to 60 lbs.

"Try that."

And Penny did, with little problems. Then 80. Finally, at 100 pounds, she felt her upper-body muscles getting tired, feeling a strain for the first time that day. "You just lifted as much as you weigh," Hannah said, now absent-mindedly lifting a five pound dumbbell in one hand.

Penny could only smile, sweat glistening across her neck, not from exertion, but from that oddly sexual pleasure.

"What about your arms?"

So Penny lifted with the bicep lifter for ten minutes, forty pounds per arm. Then with the abs machine, crunching seventy-five. Then her lats, pulling down 120 pounds after hooking her legs under her. Then her legs. Her calves. Her triceps. Her back. Each muscle group Penny pounded, starting with as much as she thought she could feasibly lift and then adding on from there. She only quit when her arms (or legs or related limbs) were shaking with that wonderful rushing feeling, that liquid gold running through her veins more than she could stand.

It was nearing the end of the period when Penny realized that Coach Hasher was watching her bench-press. She had returned to her chest group only after everything else had been used up in the hopes she would break her weight record with the butterfly machine. True enough, she was lifting way more than that: the weights rising and falling steadily with her lifts were totaling 150 pounds. Each lift and retraction brought yet more burning to Penny's chest, the heat building up and building up until it was spreading all through her body. Her teeth gritted, her eyes pressed closed as stars burst behind them.

She lifted again and her hips bucked.

Penny realized that her pussy was clenched tight, a weird moist feeling pervading her panties. There was that heat from her chest, and then there was a different kind of heat, kind of deep in her stomach. As she lifted and pulled back again, and the bright fire ignited across her muscles, she felt that heat grow as her hips buckled a second time. She realized what was happening with her final lift, but it was too late: a wave, a bright, happy, burning wave erupted from that spot below her stomach and raged across her body. It felt like every muscle in her body, the muscles lifting the bench-press included, was tensing and relaxing all at once. The weights smacked back down into each other as she let go, but Penny didn't notice: she was too busy reveling in the amazing feeling she was experiencing. Wave after wave rocked her body, her eyes rolled back into their sockets, her torso half-sitting up, her hands uselessly on her stomach.

At last her eyes rolled back down and she sat up. Penny glanced around to make sure that what she had just felt (and it must have been an orgasm that was exactly how everyone had described an orgasm holy shit did she just) and didn't see anyone, not even Hannah, paying attention.

But there.

In the corner.

Mr. Hasher.

He could have played poker with the expression on his face as he walked over. "We need to go see the nurse, Miss Parson. School regulations." Penny's eyes opened wide. What? Regulations? She scanned the room a little more frantically than before and at last spotted Hannah in the corner, chatting with some girl from her Geography class. Too far away to help...

"Miss Parson," Coach Hasher's voice came again. "I'm sorry, but we need to go. Class is almost over and you'll need to get to your next one."

"Yes sir," Penny said, standing up. They left the weight room and headed down the hall.

He must have seen. He must have noticed the... the big O. The orgasm that Penny had somehow achieved just by lifting weights. What a freak she was! Even as a lifter she couldn't fit in, she had to get off from lifting. What a joke.

Coach Hasher left her in a nurse's room and wordlessly left, leaving Penny sitting on that weird tissue paper that covers all doctor's office beds. Or were they tables? Penny could never figure it out.

She focused on this stupid triviality, making her mind not think about what weird talks the psychologist would have to have with her, until the door opened and the school nurse came in.

Mrs. Wight wasn't a small lady, but she was kind of the school mother. As much as anybody could tell, she wasn't a feeder: she was just fat. Her modest breasts, probably only B-cup melons, were clasped tightly within her white turtleneck.

"Oh, Penny," she said. "I'm so glad that you're finally growing up! Another lifter! And Mr. Hasher says he saw you lifting things he hasn't even seen Kelly Regal lift!"

Penny was a bit put back. "Kelly— who?"

"The star linebacker on the girls' football team," the larger lady explained as she started flipping through a clipboard and scribbling on it. "You must not keep up with sports very well! Well, you should now, if Mr. Hasher's guess is right."

"And what's his guess?" Penny asked, scooting a little forward.

The smile on the dimpled face was infectious. "That you'll get big and strong, of course! You already look so much different than yesterday!"

"I do?" Penny looked around and saw there was a huge mirror behind her. She slipped off of the table and turned to look at herself. It was true, even with an easy glance like this! Her legs were such a pleasing, smooth shape now, now those weird stick things she had earlier. There were lines and very slightly muscular bulges through them, easily seen in the short (and almost tight) school shorts. Her arms were shapely, too, and as she flexed she saw modest but brand new biceps appear in them. Penny lifted up the white exercise shirt and looked at her stomach, admiring the new, smooth curve in from her hips to her slightly visible six-pack, then let it drop and marveled at how just a few changes made her uniform look completely different and, dare she say, pleasing. Like a non-mutant gymnast, even.

Mrs. Wight's head appeared over Penny's shoulder. "Didn't I tell you, dear? Anyway, as you know, the government requires a register of all girls with major mutations, and if you're a lifter, and I can give my stamp of approval on that notation just from these observations, you belong on it!"

"Wow." Penny said. "So it's official."

"Can't get more officialler!"

She was, without a doubt, a lifter. The evidence was right there in front of her.

***

By the end of the day, Penny was absolutely bouncing. The congratulations and handshakes came from all around. She had stopped in the bathroom after changing into her normal clothes to see how much her look had improved since that morning. The spaghetti-strap top now showed off something in her shoulders and upper-chest, and the capris hugged her hips in a way that showed the pleasing lines of her legs. All in one day! Penny was ecstatic.

She even was thinking about actually going to the lake the next day. Jason's out-of-breath cheer had embarrassed Penny, but not enough to make her completely write it off. After all, now she had a reason to wear a bathing suit, even if she had to fill it out in unorthodox ways.

Hannah honked as Penny waved goodbye from her front door, which she opened to find her mother in the kitchen, working on some kind of craft. "Oh, hello, honey!"

"Hi Mom!" Penny beamed, standing in the entrance. She stood there for a good minute, waiting for her mom to actually look at her.

The elder Parson finally did, raising an eyebrow. "Something up, kiddo?" she asked, before looking back down the paintbrush.

Penny spread her hands. "Don't I look different?"

Mrs. Parson's head lifted a little bit slower, a little bit more deliberately this time. "Different?" she repeated. She looked at her daughter for a moment, and a wide smile spread across her face. "You do! Oh my God, you look different!" She bounded out of her chair and across the room and enveloped her daughter in a back-breaking hug.

"I can't believe it! You do!" she cried. "You finally got your breasts!"

"Hahaha, no, Mom, I'm a lifter! I'm a lifter!"

The two women were pushed apart by Mrs. Parson's arms. "What do you mean? Have you looked at yourself?"

"Of course I have, mom, I mean..." But then Penny did look at herself. She looked, for the first time that day, at her chest.

There, unprotected by the thick material of a brassiere, Penny saw that she had developed two mounds of thin but soft tissue. Breast tissue.

"Holy shit," she breathed. As she exhaled the words, her chest moved inward, and the pair of gently pointed curves followed suit. Her tight top was even stretching slightly between them, creating that regular rise in her torso's cartography that Penny had longed for the past decade. "Holy shit!" she repeated, this time flexing her arms so that her chest was thrust out with her slightly bulging pectorals.

Penny, at last, had tits.

The next morning she woke up bright and early at eight AM, the teen's head buzzing with excitement and the joy of living. She bounced out of bed, feeling a very slight tingle as she used her arms and abs to move herself, ripped her nightshirt over her head, and stared at herself in her underwear as she lifted one of her improvised dumbbells with her right arm.

G-Mom had made them, mostly so Penny could prove just how strong she was getting, and because Penny desperately wanted something more practical to lift repeatedly than, say, their huge, old TV set. Each dumbbell was composed of two old gallon milk jugs filled with water before being strapped to a thick dowel. She watched her entire body flex and bulge as she lifted: first with just her elbow, then from the shoulder, then over her head. She switched arms.

Her boobs were definitely bigger today. Not super big, not even regular big, but almost A-cups. Maybe. Still! Penny's mom had said that she would give her some cash today and she and Hannah could go to the mall, pick up some bras and some new clothes. Especially something cute to wear to the lake, which Penny was definitely going to, now. Nothing would stop her from showing off her new body, out of fashion or not.

She even looked a little bigger everywhere else today. Maybe. Her arms were definitely bigger than they had ever been before, even when not flexing them, but maybe they had been that way on Friday. She lifted the dumbbell again, flexing with all of her might, feeling that heat flow out of her bicep as it swelled up to a nice little handful of muscle.

Oh god, it feels so good to be alive, Penny thought as she put the dumbbell down and started in with some sit-ups.

"Here's a fifty," Mrs. Parson said. She kissed Penny on the head while her daughter munched on cereal with one hand, lifted her dumbbell with the other. "Actually, here's a second one," she added after some thought, dropping another bill next to the cereal bowl. Penny looked up to see an extremely proud light shining in her mother's eyes. The smile on her face was one of a warmth Penny didn't think she had ever experienced before. "You're finally a woman, Penny."

Penny snorted at the cheesiness of the line. "Maybe when I stop growing!"

"You want to stop growing," G-Mom said from the couch, eying Penny over her novel. "Those B-cups are just fine for you!"

"B-cups?" Penny said. "These are hardly A-cups! Maybe in a girl's size, or when you were little."

The elder Mrs. Parson harrumphed. "Well, maybe so. But still. I would buy a bra a little bit bigger than you think you need. You never know."

Penny could only laugh and that's what she still was doing, four hours later and in Hannah's car. The shopping was done and they were heading for the lake, half-an-hour outside of town. Her hair was out and flying in the wind of Hannah's open window, her modest bust and lightly muscles torso were out and displayed in a new bikini top, and her butt was looking mighty fine in some tight denim shorts. Did she say shorts? Because she meant short shorts.

"It's so crazy, you're like a different person! A different, equally awesome person, but still," Hannah said. She tilted her small head sideways, taking her eyes off of the road yet again. "Then again, the old Penny wouldn't have talked me into, you know, buying this." She gestured at the shirt that was stretched tightly over her burgeoning chest and stomach. Rather, she gestured at what was underneath it.

Penny grinned. "Come on, it'll be great! If I can't be self-conscious about my body anymore, neither can you."

"Oh, come on," the pregnant-looking girl whined. "Yours is cool, mine is embarrassing. You won't have to milk yourself three times before we go home tomorrow."

With a mock sigh, Penny brushed a stray frizz of hair out of her eyes. "You're right, mine is super-cool." She smiled even wider and flexed her arms over her head, turning toward her friend. "Come on, Han-nah," she said in a deep, fake Austrian accent. "Let me pohmp you ahp!"

"No," Hannah said, obviously hiding a smile. Penny just leaned forward, flexing harder.

"Come aahn, let me!"

Giggles, now. "No!"

Penny flexed even hard, this time feeling the rush as her biceps bulged into her upper arms. "Haaaaaan-aaaaaaaaaaaa—" she started yelling in her faux accent, tightening her arms as much as she could. That burning fire started up with an explosion in both arms, her head lightening, her vision turning a bright yellow—

"Noooooooooooo—" Hannah joined in with the chorus, the smile splitting her face apart, unaware of the ecstasy her passenger was experiencing just from flexing.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Screaming, yelling, and giggling, the pair of girls continued down the road to the cabin, the lake, and the weekend of their lives.

***

The cabin was a huge one, something rich people bought and kept on retainer just so they could use it for a few weekends every summer. The Jamesons were rich, all right, and Caroline had managed to talk her parents into leaving her and as many people as she could invite virtually unsupervised for the entire night. It seemed like the entire school was there, too, or at least the entire junior class. Penny and Hannah saw kids all over, from all kinds of cliques, as they slammed the door to Hannah's tiny car.

Penny breathed in, loving the smells of the pines and sap, feeling the nice breeze across her mostly naked torso. Penny before yesterday, flat-chested, normal Penny, would have been embarrassed to have so little clothes on. She would be scampering for a bathroom or a closet or something, anywhere to hide her burning red face. But new Penny, lifter Penny, she just stood there, fists on her hips, chest puffed out, and she inhaled the lovely air.

"Come on, butt-munch, grab your stuff. You can't let the pregnant girl carry everything." Hannah bumped a hip into her posing friend as she passed by, knocking Penny off-balance.

"You're not even pregnant, Hannah," Penny laughed, but she grabbed their duffel bags and the cases of soda, loving the burn they put into her arms, add followed the preggo into the cabin.

After dodging a few sprinting boys and several large clumps of giggling girls, the pair made their way into the kitchen area. Inside, you would never know that the house was supposed to be a cabin: expensive tile, wood paneling, big screen TVs. Everything was up-front about its expense. Caroline was at the front counter, sorting through food and drinks, and flashed the girls a huge, white grin.

"Oh, great, you're here! And you brought soda, too! That's perfect. I'm sure not EVERYONE'S going to want to get wasted," she said as they approached. To Penny's surprise, she sounded sincere, without the slightest bit of sarcasm. "And wow, Penny!" Caroline continued. "You're looking amazing! I heard you were a lifter, but you know, you hear stuff!" She positively beamed at the girls as they set down their food. "Anyway, feel free to put your things down anywhere, then get in the lake or the hot tub or something, start the party!"

"Um, thanks," Penny mumbled as they walked away, already feeling like old Penny again. "That was weird," she said to Hannah once they were out of earshot. "I thought she hated me."

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Uh, no. YOU hated HER, with your ridiculous spouts of jealousy."

"Really?" Penny thought, finally thinking back over the years. She had assumed Caroline was a jerk, loving to show off her gifts to everyone around, but now that she thought about it, she never wore anything skanky to show off her amazing ass, and always had pretty high necklines despite her very respectable rack. Hell, even now, in the kitchen, even though she had every reason to be wearing a swimsuit, Caroline had her tits hidden away in a loose tank top and her hips obscured in a long, flowing skirt. "Weird."

"Finally, you get SOMETHING," Hannah said. They dumped their bags in a side room before returning to the party.

It turned out Jason had been right: everyone WAS there. The basketball team (who made a point to tell Penny she should try out for next year), the yearbook club, the pretty girls, the outcast boys, and everyone in between. She did her best to mingle and did a pretty good job of making small talk for a few hours. It was pretty easy, what with showing off her new body, being reassured that fads about "what mutation is in" were stupid, lifting a few dozen reps of something heavy, and compliments that it somehow fit her personality. Evening was finally passing before Penny, still an introvert at heart, realized how exhausted she was from all of the social interaction and escaped to the back porch for some peace and quiet. Hannah, of course, shadowed her as best a 100-pound girl with 50 pounds of tits and belly can shadow someone.

The back porch was amazing. Sitting a good fifteen feet above the lake, and extending at least twenty feet over it, it afforded Penny an amazing view of the lake and the sun setting beyond it. She and Hannah stopped for a moment to stare at the glittery water, both appreciating the quiet from the pounding music and the yelling voices.

"Pretty, isn't it?" asked a voice behind them, and they both turned to see Laney and another feeder Penny wasn't familiar with seated at a table, both of them munching through a pile of food. "We got tired of the boys bugging us, too, and came out here. This is Krista, by the way." Penny and Hannah nodded at the girl, who probably had fifty pounds on the 275 Laney, as well as a cherubic face and long, lovely black hair. Penny didn't doubt that the boys were giving her a lot of trouble.

"Are you guys hungry?" Laney asked. "We grabbed a stack of the pizzas as soon as they got here, feel free." She brushed a bag of potato chips off of the stack of white boxes and opened it up, revealing sizzling pepperoni. As soon as the smell hit Penny's nose she realized that she was absolutely famished and began digging into the pizza. Laney's eyes shined with laughter.

"Oh yeah, I bet you're hungry. You've been getting your mutation!"

"Really?" Krista said, giving Penny an examining eye before nodding once. "I have the perfect cure for the growing munchies. When I went through it last year it was the best solution." She reached under her chair, her globular form straining her sundress, and pulled out a six-pack of silver cans. Beer, Penny realized, and also suddenly knew why she hadn't recognized Krista: just a year before, she had been a tall, rail-thin girl with pretty average breasts, almost unremarkable. No wonder Penny hadn't known who she was.

Krista tapped the cans and winked. "Positively filled with calories, and makes things more fun, to boot."

"I've heard that it helps," Hannah chipped in, biting into a slice of pizza. "Was pretty young to try it when I developed preggo's disease, though," she chortled.

Penny wasn't so sure. "I don't know, I've never had beer before." The other girls' smiles split into wide grins.

Three beers and half of a pizza later, she could no longer claim to be a beer virgin. Krista had been absolutely right: the strange hunger that had been gnawing at the newly-born Lifter's body was slaked. Penny even noticed, through a very hazy, wobbly fog, that she didn't have so much as a shade of a belly for all of the food she had consumed. Her body must have absorbed it immediately.

She hiccupped.

"So, are we going to go swimming, or what?" she asked, then punched Hannah in the arm, bringing out a wince. "I made you buy that swimsuit for nothing, if we don't."

"We totally should!" Hannah giggled. She had drunk an entire six-pack herself, claiming that her larger body mass and slightly larger experience at alcohol increased her tolerance, but it was clear that she was pretty far gone, even to the inebriated Penny. The pregnant girl immediately stood up, or at least tried to before knocking her chair over, and stumbled out of her sweatpants. She had more trouble with her t-shirt, with her enormous jugs flopped and bouncing all around, but eventually stood on the deck in her relatively skimpy two-piece, bared for the world. Hannah was normally so self-conscious that even in the locker room she found empty corners to change in, but here she was, almost naked. Her enormous belly was a wide, smooth sphere, reflecting the colored and dancing lights from the party. As she pirouetted, Penny saw that the bottoms were snug against her tight butt, something nearly obscured from the front by her burgeoning stomach. And her breasts, well, they were just barely held in place by the wide straps of the top, and only held together by a single tied string. Penny's eyes got lost in the foot of cleavage afforded to her, and Hannah laughed and giggled drunkenly at the way her loose, milk-filled breasts jostled.

"Let's swim, guys!" she said, and in a flash was on top of the railing, almost as if she wasn't drunk and dealing with the world's greatest balance issues. With a cry of "cannonball!" Hannah disappeared over the side, accompanied by a great big splash. Applause and laughter broke out from the small crowd on the shoreline. The three girls ran after their friend to the railing and looked over, seeing a figure below her in the water waving her hands over her buoyant breasts. "Come on!" Hannah called, before backstroking away.

"I'll go," Laney said, stripping off her shirt to reveal that she was only wearing a tankini. She was a bit more careful, maneuvering over the rail to stand on the other side, before swan-diving into the lake. Cheers of joy came from Hannah and the onlookers.

Hannah turned to Krista, who saw the look on her face and started backing away. "Oh, nuh-uh. I don't swim, and I definitely don't jump."

"Looks like you are tonight," Penny said, reveling in surprise at her own forwardness. She lunged at the bigger girl, wrapping both arms as best she could around Krista's very round waist, and lifted...

Before that moment, maybe the most Penny had deadlifted at a time was 100 pounds. That was a heck of a lot, and that was with barbells in a controlled environment. Krista, by all the looks of her, was well over three times that, and was also struggling and definitely a lot harder to get a handle on. But Penny held on, and strained with all of the muscles in her body; she pulled with her back, and her arms, and her legs. And, as she did, she felt a golden burn light all of her muscles on fire, like all of them were exploding with pleasurable agony. Her pecs, her biceps, her glutes, all of them working to deadlift this unimaginable load.

And they lifted an inch. And then a foot. And then Penny was holding the huge girl to her rippling, flexing chest and was stepping to the railing. She gave one final heave, and every particle in her body heaved with it, and Krista was flying out over the water, falling, falling, SPLASH.

Penny stood there, panting, not hearing the cheers and laughter and applause. She was in her own world, orgasming over and over at the workout she had just given her body.

"Very nice," came a sarcastic voice from the door. "I'm sure all of the people who also have tiny boobs care." Hannah turned around, her tongue still hanging out, to see none other than Veronica Green standing on the deck. She was wearing a pair of bikini bottoms and a very loose, flowing top, which almost looked like a toga considering how much fabric was in it. It was blowing in the breeze, affording Penny brief peeks and glances at the yards of breast underneath it.

And, as Penny turned around, she saw a look of astonishment cross Veronica's face.

"Oh," she said, before regaining her composure. "Well, I see that you're joining the ranks of the normal, Penny. It's too bad no one will like you, still. And it's too obvious that you have no idea how to size a bra, which is a shame. I'm sure some middle schoolers could give you lessons."

Penny was too confused to be insulted. Size a bra? Her top fit fine. But as she looked down, she realized that no, it did not fit fine: a crease of flesh was poking over her top. In fact, she looked her body over in the lamplight to see that her lifting through the day, and probably her spontanous lift record just a few moments before, had already made a change across her body. She could bet that, by the end of the weekend, she wouldn't just be mistaken for a gymnast anymore. Her arms were bigger, firmer, even had some veins running through them. Her abs below her boobs (and they must have been past A-cups by now, probably enough for a small hand to fill!) weren't just firm but were positively cut. And, as she flexed...

An impatient foot tapped on the wood. "Hello, someone's trying to talk to you here," Veronica said, just as the door slid open to reveal Caroline and a few other party members.

"It doesn't sound like you're trying to talk to anyone, Veronica. Just be a jerk," Caroline said as kids poured onto the deck. Boys started diving off of the railing, girls started squealing. It was a party, after all.

Penny realized she didn't care what Veronica Green thought. "Maybe if your boobs weren't filling up your vision, you would see that nobody cares how big they are," Penny said, getting some laughter from the crowd and an appreciative smile from Caroline. Veronica just fumed, sputtered, and the squeezed herself through the doorway.

The party immediately forgot that the overdeveloped teen had ever been there. "Did you really pick up Krista Horwick?" one person asked, and it turned out to be Jason. He was skinny and wet in a swimsuit.

"I did," Penny beamed, trying not to notice that Caroline had pulled off her clothes to reveal a string bikini. Her wide, delicious hips curved lovingly up to her thin waist, and as she walked across the deck, laughing with some party-goers, her bottom bounced and jiggled with each movement. Penny knew that she shouldn't have to stare and lust after other girls anymore, but it was going to be a hard habit to break.

"Well, what else can you lift?" Jason asked, his eyes gleaming. Now, this question caught Penny's attention, and she tore her eyes back to her small friend. He grinned. "There's a weight set downstairs."

Before she knew it, Penny had a small crowd gathered around her as she tried weight after weight. Now that she had done it, a 300 barbell was easy enough, and she got twenty reps out of it before someone tacked on fifty more pounds. Then fifty more. Penny couldn't say no; with each lift, more and more energy ran through her body, igniting all of her senses and hotspots. She did her best to hide the amount of pleasure she was feeling, but someone surely noticed that her eyes were rolling back, that she was panting continuously, that her bikini bottom (and how had she lost her shorts?) was soaking despite her not swimming. And yet they kept adding weights on, cheering along with her.

She finally hit 575 and could go no more. Her arms were burning and twitching and swollen, her legs on fire, somehow even her stomach and chest feeling just as worked out as her back. Everyone was looking on: Laney and Krista, Hannah, rubbing her stomach, Jason with a strangely satisfied look on his face, even Veronica Green in the back, sitting on a bench with her breasts piling up under her chin. The crowd looked sad that she had hit her peak, but Penny only winked at them as she bent over her knees, her swimsuit now feeling extremely tight across her chest, the effects of the alcohol still coating her mind in a warm fuzzy blanket.

"Bet I can do three-hundred pull-downs," she said, and another cheer went through the crowd as more beer was handed to the newly-christened lifter.

***

Penny woke up lying on an unfamiliar bed, the sound of muffled soft rock seeping through the walls. A warm body had its small arms wrapped around Penny's torso, and she could feel some very hot, almost hard objects pressing into her. After shaking her head and waking fully up, these mystery objects revealed themselves to be Hannah. The preggo's bikini top was strained to its maximum, milk weeping from the peaks of Hannah's very prominent nipples. Penny sleepily stroked her friend's stomach, letting her finger trace around the protruding belly button, before realizing what this meant.

"Hannah, wake up, or you're going to hate yourself in a bit," Penny said, shaking Hannah on the shoulder. After a few tries and some gentle scolding, she managed to get the leaking preggo to the bathroom, where the sounds of tiny jets of milk spraying into a toilet greeted her.

Now that she was awake, Penny saw that she was wearing someone else's shirt. A girl's (thank goodness), and someone who was a fan of the Chicago Cubs. It was a little big on Penny, but she found that she was absolutely bra-less underneath, so she put 2 and 2 together and decided it was probably Caroline's, lent to Penny after some mishap the night before.

What HAD happened? She remembered lifting more and drinking a lot more and being the absolute life of the party, an idea that was pretty much foreign. She had an image of crawling into bed, absolutely exhausted, and Hannah curling up next to her, but nothing to really connect the two events.

Surely more had gone on that night than Penny lifting weights after weights?

She pulled the t-shirt off and gaped in the mirror. Maybe there HAD been nothing else...

Penny's day (only one?) of having small but strong muscles were gone: she was a certifiable lifter, no doubt about it. Her arms were bulging, her biceps like elongated softballs, her triceps hardened clubs. Her pectorals were big enough to be very visible behind her breasts, the pair well-blended and actually bulging a bit away from her chest instead of just being well-defined shapes. She had a definite six-pack, leading down her body to a pair of cut, body-builder legs. Her ass was even bigger, the muscle packing into it probably helping and, as she turned around, she saw ridges and cords cut all over her back.

She crab flexed and enjoyed the visual of her shoulders popping up a half-inch, maybe more, of all of her absolutely bulging from where it had been before.

And, as for her breasts, she spotted the remains of her top on the ground. It was snapped, right down the middle. It may have just been her chest growing too wide for the 30-inch top, but then again... Penny put her hands over her breasts and found that they were definitely filled, soft breast flesh squeezing and playing beneath her fingers.

"So," Hannah said, emerging from the bathroom, paying no attention to her friend's nakedness. "Have a good time last night?"

Penny grinned. "Best party ever."

G-Mom was less-than-pleased at the news that her granddaughter had ruined her new swimsuit with a showy display of strength, but the pride was unmistakable. The only worry that showed through was in wonder about how quickly Penny was growing, asked just before Mrs. Parson burst through and hugged her daughter, feeling all of her muscles, and being about as reassuring as anyone could be.

It was lucky that Penny had listened to her elders and bought clothes a few sizes bigger than she had thought, but Monday morning they were already feeling tight. Penny loved how she looked, and would have carried a mirror around with her everywhere if it could be socially acceptable, but instead she had to make do with odd reflections in pots and windows. She grinned at herself in the oven door, not even noticing how silly her frizzy red hair looked, only seeing the body-builders arms, the finally-appearing breasts. They were definitely an AB-cup, according to her bra, although G-Mom kept insisting on calling them C's.

School was no longer a horror-fest. Instead, Penny walked through the halls as if she loved being there, and everyone there treated her as a real person. She wondered, briefly, if they had treated her like that the entire time and she was just too stupid to notice, before brushing the thought aside. She chatted amicably with Jason at her locker, then met up with Laney and walked to homeroom together. They relived the best moments of the party and gushed over cute boys, and Penny didn't even have any depressing thoughts about how the boys would never notice her. Instead she thought about how her jeans made her ass look awesome, how her t-shirt was just tight enough.

Ms. Gimble greeted them at the door, as usual, and gave a very obvious double-take at Penny. "Miss Parson!" she barked. "I see you've joined our ranks!"

"And still ranking up!" Penny cheerfully shouted back, before she and Laney sat down in the classroom.

At lunch Penny was starving and ate two lunches on her own, wolfing them down, before adjourning to the weight room. She spent all of her free time there lifting, listening to Hannah talk about the usual gossip, or at least pretending to. Instead she was pushing herself to the absolute limit, feeling the quicksilver of her lifts strengthen her muscles, giving herself that extra energy to add a little more weight, to squeeze a little bit more. Not just because she wanted to get as big as possible, not just because she was praying to get even bigger than the lifters at her school. It was mostly because she came every single time.

It was curious to note, Penny thought as the bell rang and she changed out of her sopping wet gym shorts, that she was still getting such a reaction from lifting. Her biology classes taught her that they rarely lasted this strong. She also found it ridiculous (awesome, but ridiculous) at how quickly she was growing. Getting to her "cap" growth should take months, maybe even years. But she was already bigger than half of the lifters she knew. Was she just growing abnormally quickly, or—and a shiver ran through her—was she going to grow this quickly for that length of time?

What scared her wasn't that thought, but that she was so excited by it.

None of Penny's clothes fit the next morning but an ancient pair of sweatpants.

Her new schedule was tighter than a drum, and Penny stuck to it every day. Best were days when she had PE, because she could get multiple workouts per day. Every night she would eat a dinner meant for four, before retiring to her room to lift her increasing loads. Soon there was nothing in the house that she could improvise into a practical weight, so she went into the garage and lifted up the car. First from the front bumper... then by pressing underneath... finally by rigging up a pulley system with some very thick chains and lifting it with one arm in a massive downward trust.

She laid in bed under the moonlight, feeling the springs creak underneath her, and felt her muscles twitch with strain and joy, massaging her growing breasts and masturbating furiously, despite orgasming more times than she could count during her workouts.

That Friday, Penelope Parson had a hard time fitting through the door.

The day before she had found that she could no longer walk through them straight on: her arms and shoulders would scrape against the frame. Instead she had turned herself sideways, crab-walking through. But that morning her breasts, combined with her enormous pectorals, were too much. She was over two and a half-feet wide sideways.

"What do I do?" she asked G-Mom.

"Get a breast reduction."

"Very funny!"

The old woman shrugged, her own breasts flopping with the motion. "Can't you, you know?" She grabbed her bosom to demonstrate. "Squeeze them in!"

Penny did just that, pressing her hands against the pillows of her breasts. At last measure they were technically only C-cups, but that was mostly due to the enormous expanse of her back. Then again, their growth had slowed down considerably as the week went on, finally stopping at this size that was about as large as a good, squishy soccer ball. Penny was fine with that.

She pushed her boobs to her chest, the already tight material of her tank top mushrooming outward into the tiny crevice the space between her biceps and forearms created, and managed to just barely squeeze through the door.

"Phew! Thanks, G-Mom." The old woman just gave her a piercing look.

"You're making yourself grow too fast, girl. This isn't right."

Penny just rolled her eyes and stomped down the hall, each footfall almost making the entire house shake. "I'm going to get as big as I'm going to get, G-Mom. That's how things work." In the bathroom, she ran a brush through her hair and brushed her teeth.

"I'm not kidding, Penny. Look at yourself."

Penny did. She looked every morning, noon, and night. And, as usual, she almost drooled at the site of herself.

The tightly packed sandbags of her arms flexed and pulsated with each movement of the brush, both of them bigger than her head. Her shoulder muscles were rising up around her neck, a firm platform that you could park a lunch tray on if you wanted. In front of her, her two breasts, the only soft things about her, swung back and forth steadily, pulling the neck of her tank top down far enough to show the bunched up and bulging chest of her. "I look... awesome, grandma."

G-Mom grumbled, but was drowned out by Penny's mother. "Leave her alone, mom. Be happy for her."

It was just so hard for Penny to be pessimistic. Hell, the idea that she surely wouldn't fit through her own bedroom door upon coming home turned her on. All of the tiny concessions that had to be made for her, in fact, turned her on. The reinforced chair that she sat at for breakfast, all of the hooks in her bra, the way that Hannah's car dipped so low on the passenger side when she got in.

"You are scary, girl," Hannah giggled. "Beautiful, but scary."

"Thank you," Penny grinned back.

At least the school was mutation-friendly. Every door was extra-wide, every person glad to see her and ready to marvel at how large she was growing. It had only been a week, but it was already routine to catch a number of boys looking at her backside as she followed Hannah through the halls. It was the reason she had opted to wear nylon shorts that day.

Difficulties with doors, however, translated to difficulties with desks. "Well, Miss Parson," Ms. Gimble said, "looks like it's time for you to see the nurse and get certified as past the Large threshold." Penny agreed; she was already bigger than her lifter homeroom teacher, so it had only been a matter of time. She nearly skipped through the halls.

Mrs. Wight immediately put her on a scale. "Just eying you, of course, you look like you fit the requirements, but it has to be on record. Yup, there we go, a hair over 321. Hey, that's a nice number!" She beamed at Penny and Penny beamed right back, feeling her chest swell with almost enough pride to split her top.

They were cut from their smiling session when there was a knock at the door. The nurse answered it to find that Ms. Gimble had followed Penny down. The teachers shared a brief smile before Mrs. Wight excused herself, shutting the door behind her large bottom.

"I wanted to talk to you, Penny, about joining the team," Ms. Gimble said, and Penny smiled to herself. She had known this was coming, but she didn't like football, and was already too big for the basketball team. "And I mean the weightlifting team."

Penny's negative answer died in her mouth. "We have a weightlifting team?" she asked. The coach cocked an eyebrow.

"Not that you'd know it. Worst in the district. All of our good lifters want to be on our football team, of course. But you are a born lifter, and I mean that in the physical sense. You're probably going to be far bigger than anyone in this school, and I think you will be very good at it."

Penny didn't know what to say. In the past week, she had only one thought running through her head: that being a lifter had given her life meaning. That making her muscles big and strong was her life goal. And now Ms. Gimble was offering her a golden key.

"When do I start training?"

Training meant access to what amounted to the holy grail of weightlifting rooms. It was old and dusty, but Ms. Gimble had it all cleaned up in about a half-hour, revealing weight machines beyond Penny's wildest dreams. The maximum weight on nearly all of them was an old, faded "20k".

"How much have you lifted in one go?" Ms. Gimble asked. "You're probably not even ready for some of these machines."

"I'm not sure," Penny said levelly. "I've been lifting our sedan."

"Your sedan?" Ms. Gimble spat.

"With one hand."

"With one hand!?"

Almost wordlessly Ms. Gimble handed the key to Penny, leading her back to class with a simple "we'll officially start next week." Penny vowed to start unofficially that night.

***

It was true; she couldn't fit through the front door.

"Why are you so sweaty?" Mrs. Parson asked, while tugging on Penny's arm. By itself it took up nearly half of the width of the doorway, and she knew that it was a lost battle.

"I jogged home," Penny said. "I told Hannah to go without me. I got access to the private workout room for the weightlifting team!"

"You're on the weightlifting team? That's great! You really should have let us know you'd be home after dark, though."

"Sorry," Penny said, finally pulling herself back outside. They contractor who was widening the doors wouldn't be there until the next day, so they had to take their sliding back windows off of their tracks to give enough space for Penny to crawl through. She couldn't help but notice that there was a slight loss of mobility in her arms as she pulled herself into the window (putting cracks into the plaster while she did), and this thought made her panties wet yet again.

"Oh, Penny, we're so proud of you," G-Mom said, and the three women shared a massive bear hug, although to the onlooker it would seem like two tiny women were clinging to a mountain of muscle that just happened to be their height.

Penny could hardly sleep, thinking about that amazing weight room. Her body was jittering, vibrating across her collapsed bed with the thought of those dreamy weights. Ms. Gimble said that they were there purely as a precaution, just so the manufacturer could claim the weight sets would work for any lifter. But Penny had to prove them wrong.

After a breakfast that would feed an army, Penny jogged back to the school at the break of dawn and began her workout.

She worked everything, and that meant EVERYTHING. She did butterfly presses, pull-ups, pull-downs, bench presses, dumbbells, barbells, legs, lats, glutes, abs. Everything felt the burn, and to an extreme Penny had not felt before. It wasn't just like her first day as a lifter, only a week before, when she had first felt that golden fire flow through her veins: now it was covering her, seeping into her body, filling her limbs and muscles and fingers and head. She was alone in the entire school, and so she let the school know it: her moans and cries of joy reverberated against the walls and ceiling.

Sometimes she would keep her eyes fixed on the mirrors that surrounded the room, watching her entire body flex and wane with each rep. Most of the time she couldn't stop them from rolling into the back of her head as her body shook in feeling.

Vaguely she recalled returning home for lunch, the jog only taking a short time as her feet pounded across the pavement. Her front door was a double-wide hole, a small construction crew working double-time. Maybe they looked at her, checking her out, eyeing up her heaving and bouncing bosom in her sweat-drenched shirt while she downed several gigantic sandwiches and two bags of chips. She couldn't remember. All that she could think about was lifting.

She may have even slept there. Sunday morning she was extra-hungry, more than usual, but she pushed it from her mind. All that mattered was lifting. She had done 5000 pounds in a deadlift the day before, today her goal was to do 8000 by the time she went home. She did that, then passed it. She rotated through every machine as many times as possible, not bothering to notice that her shirt had torn itself off hours before, that her shorts were straining in the swelling muscles of her thighs and butt. She moaned and cried out in joy with every lift, every press, and when she passed lifting ten-thousand pounds, she screamed in furious joy.

The door opened at some point and two pairs of feet entered. Penny hardly noticed, at first: she was benching 18k, her entire body heaving. Only 2k to go to break that record, to prove that this weight room wasn't enough for her. She had to do it.

"Penny," a voice said. She at last broke out of her moans and looked over. Jason and Hannah were standing there, both of them looking awkward, their eyes the size of dish plates.

"What are you guys doing here?" she asked, her voices strained. Holy hell was she hungry.

"It's Monday," Hannah said.

Penny couldn't believe it. She sat up, noticing that it felt strangely difficult to do so. "What? Monday? No, it's Sunday. You're early."

"Your mom and grandma are worried sick, Penny," Hannah said. "They said they trust you, that they know this is important to you, but... but geeze."

"Geeze what?" Penny asked.

Jason barked a laugh. "Are you kidding?" He pointed at the wall of mirrors, and Penny, with agonizing slowness, turned.

Holy hell. No wonder she had such trouble moving. It wasn't a girl with muscles in the mirror; it was a pile of muscles with a girl stuffed inside.

Her second thought was on doors. The weight room only had double doors; she would need a much bigger space to get out, providing she could walk more than a few dozen yards.

Penny's head was tiny, perched in the middle of a vast expanse of muscles. Shoulder muscles bigger than beer kegs towered over and behind it, while her pecs and the surrounding areas foamed up in front of her, cushioning her chin and nearly brushing her cheeks. She couldn't move her arms down to her sides: there was too much in the way. Was it her biceps, the size of lay-Z-boys? Maybe her deltoids, the size of loveseats? The veins that ran all over and through her arms looked wider than thumbs, all of them pulsating and pumping with her heart. She couldn't move her arms down at all, no, but she could flex them, and she did so, eliciting a gasp from her friends as her arms tensed up with a low rumble, configuring themselves to almost double in size, her enormous biceps squeezing into her breasts.

Breasts, if they could count as that. Smooth and thin expanses of fat were stretched over her huge, rounded pecs, the ripped and chorded muscle visible beneath them. Her nipples had stretched wider, or maybe just grown bigger, both of them like puffy pink dinnerplates, the only thing on her body that wasn't her head and could still be counted as soft. Her abdominals jutted up beneath them, no longer a smooth, streamlined grouping of coiled steel but a bunched, bulging mess of round, shapes, each of them bigger than a pillow and definitely harder. They were so big, so obscenely heavy and muscular, that they afforded Penny some privacy in covering her pubic mound, although her legs exploded out from underneath them. Thighs that were like baby whales, jutting out-out-out before folding in to her tiny, delicate kneecaps, then mushrooming back out for her calves. Her legs were probably wider than they were long. Dammit, Penny herself was probably wider than she was tall, if you didn't count the extra two feet her shoulders gave her.

She knew that she should have been monstrous. That any right-minded person would be disgusted as the mass of flesh and muscle seated on the super-reinforced bench. But instead, a tear of joy came from Penny's eye, just before her stomach grumbled.

"So hungryyyyy," she moaned, trying to reach her stomach to hold it and realizing she couldn't reach around her breasts. Besides, she would have had to get through a half-yard of abs to reach her belly. She heaved herself off of the bench, feeling her legs lift the weight of her body easily. They would have to, wouldn't they? She had been pacing around the entire room all weekend. With each step shaking the equipment, she started toward the door, before seeing her friends again and remembering that they were there.

"You can't go out like this, Penny," Hannah said. "You're naked!"

"What am I going to wear, Hannah?" Penny whined. "Nothing can really fit me. Besides," she pointed to the obvious erection in Jason's jeans. "He likes it! Look, I just need to go out and find some... some... food..."

Her eyes locked on Hannah's chest. There, her bulging, gigantic breasts were obviously full to the brim, overflowing her bra clearly through the carefully buttoned blouse. And, as Penny watched, a dark patch formed where one peaking nipple was located.

"Oh, no," Hannah said, taking a single step back as Penny precariously stalked forward. "No no, we've talked about this." But Penny could hear the half-heartedness in her reply, and Jason only stepped aside to make room for the mountain of a girl.

Very, very gently, impossibly softly, Penny laid a hand on her friend's shoulder, running it through her hair. With the other, she undid each button separately, starting from the top, until the massive, blue-veined boobs in their pale peach bra were laid bare over her beach ball of a belly. Then Penny knelt down, one knee at a time, her leg muscles only barely having enough room to allow that degree of movement, before she laid down on her back. With her head still three feet in the air, Hannah only needed to lean over a little bit to put a fat, full breast into Penny's mouth. And then, she suckled.

It was warm, and sweet, and like nothing Penny had ever tasted. It was like drinking liquid gold, gold that warmed her entire body from the inside out. Unbidden, moans of happiness and need seeped out of her mouth around the taut nipple, moans that were echoed by Hannah. Hannah who was soon stripping off her skirt with her free hand and stroking herself inside her panties, her hips bucking and swaying.

When Penny felt like she had drunk enough to survive for at least five seconds, she took her mouth away, gasping, and shot her eyes at Jason. "Why aren't you naked? Get the hell inside of me."

Jason obeyed, throwing his clothes off and pushing her enormous legs apart as much as possible before they squeezed in on him and his erect penis, thrusting him inside of her. He cried out in surprise as her vagina muscles massaged and squeezed against his member with ferocity and strength, and Penny cried out in ultimate pleasure.

Penny knew where she had tasted Hannah's milk before. She realized it just as she finished the one breast and Hannah swapped it for the other dripping one. It was the same way she felt when she was working out, when she was lifting.

It meant only one thing.

The milk flowed through Penny, and as it flowed she felt herself growing for what would prove to the be the last time. Her arms straightened out completely, and she could feel the cold cement underneath them as the muscles ran out of room and started creeping along the floor. Her head started to rise as her back and shoulder muscles got into it. Her breasts, already so stretched out despite their high volume of fat, started to rise just beyond her sight, under the curve of Hannah's emptying boob. Jason started screaming in earnest as her legs closed in on him, and she could feel him not quite getting crushed. She would do her best to keep him safe.

Finally, the huge teat empty, Hannah drew it away to gasp and pant as Penny's chest muscles bulged up, growing into her chin. Her neck flexed to keep her mouth free, and Penny gasped for both air and joy. She grew higher and higher, rounder and veinier and flexier and, above all, stronger. There was almost no way for her to use her strength, as her muscles couldn't bend out of the way enough, but Penny knew. She felt it in her arms, now wider around than semis. She felt it in her abs, each of them bigger than Hannah. She felt it in her legs, both of them like carved redwoods. She felt it in her chest, a magma flow frozen in time. She even felt it in her womb, as Jason spurted his agreement into her and she felt another orgasm coming on. She was the strongest person in the world, and also the first Immobile lifter. And, as she came yet again and her entire body shook and flexed and grew even bigger, she knew that she was satisfied.

...and, soaked in sweat and covered in wrinkled blankets, Penny Parson woke up.

It was Friday, the day before the party at the lake.

***

"What has you down, dear?" Mrs. Parson asked in the kitchen.

"Nothing," Penny said. "Just a stupid dream."

"Another one? Remember it this time?"

"No," Penny lied.

As a matter of fact, she could remember all of it. Every stinking detail. The pride in G-Mom's voice, the attention at the party, the week of muscle growth and power, the threesome between with her two friends, the overwhelmingly good feeling of putting strain on her muscles...

All of it some stupid fantasy that Penny had made up, to trick herself into thinking that, maybe, she would finally be normal, or even better than normal. HAPPY, that was it.

But nope. Not for her. Not for flat, normal Penny. No mutation, no growth, and especially: no breasts.

She sighed into her cereal, packed up her bag, and waited for Hannah to arrive.

It was so strange, though. All through the rest of the day, it was almost as if Penny was waiting for something to happen. But no: when she picked up her pencil, after absent-mindedly dropping it on the floor, there was no rush of energy and pressure on her arms. When she turned the pages in The Great Gatsby, no lovely golden feeling spread from her fingertips. And when she tried to work out in the weight room, to Hannah's confusion, there was no orgasmically good explosion of pleasure.

By the end of the day, Penny was almost mad.

And so, when Hannah and Jason asked if she decided to go the cabin, to their surprise, she said yes. She was going to go. She had a firmly set jaw, clenched fists, and gritted teeth, but she was going to go. Gosh darnit, she was going to have fun.

***

It was the worst weekend ever.

First there was the odd feeling of déjà vu when Penny saw that Laney and her other feeder friend, Krista, was there. Just like from Penny's dream, and just like in the dream she was cracking down beers and flirting (successfully) with every guy she laid eyes on. Penny shook it off, sure that she these facts about Krista had just been buried in her subconscious. She also shook off the fact that, yes, Caroline Jameson was modest and extremely friendly and so, so pretty. When she finally stepped out of her long skirt and pulled off her loose tank top, revealing her plump, coconut-brown breasts and bottom nearly overflowing her bright blue bikini, she just laughed at Penny's jealous gaping and patted Penny on the arm. "You're already pretty, girl," she said. "Stop obsessing over everybody else!"

So it wasn't the fact that nobody there liked Penny that made it the worst, because lots of people there did like her. And it wasn't the fact that no boys hit on her in her lime green, one-piece swimsuit that bugged her, because they never did no matter what. No, it was good old Veronica Green that did it.

It was like she had made it her personal mission to drive Penny insane. She even seemed to wait until nobody was around to back Penny up in order to swoop in (as gracefully as a girl with breasts that size can) and make snide comments. "I can't believe you bothered to show up," she would sneer. Or "If you laid down people could serve hors d'oeuvres on you and not notice that you weren't a table." Or even "Until I saw you in a swimsuit I wasn't sure you weren't a boy."

And, unlike in her dreams, Penny could never come up with a good comeback against these assaults. Instead she would stand there, like a dolt, unable to tear her eyes away from the sway and bob of Veronica's tits.

It culminated in several giant, freezing cold keg being brought onto the deck. Penny had been able to hide at the back of the group, meekly sipping her blue cup while everyone around her got trashed. Hannah had disappeared to milk herself, Jason was passed out on the couch, Laney and Krista were beyond drunk since a few hours prior. A third keg was being brought out, dripping with perspiration, when Veronica pushed past Penny, her cherry-red lips nearly brushing the flat girl's ears. "Watch this, sugar," Veronica breathed before making her way through the crowd with an icy smile.

"I'll serve the drinks," she announced to the drunk crowd, and a few cheers went up at her sashaying backside, her steps perfectly timed to allow the most swing from her chest. And swing they did, side to side with each footfall, offering almost as good a few from the back as they did from the front. She reached the keg, now stationed on a table, and, with one long motion, pulled her huge shirt off. Beneath was a bikini that, despite consisting of little more than two triangles of cloth and a few heavy-duty straps, probably had more material to it than any single article of clothing Penny owned. The toga-like top was tossed into the crowd, where it was snatched up by a number of hands, boys and girls alike, while Veronica stepped rather lightly up the table where the keg was, her pert butt finally visible in the matching bikini bottom. She turned around, breasts swaying and jumping, and plopped herself behind the keg. She would have been straddling it if only her huge breasts, both of them about the same size of the keg, weren't in the way.

The cold perspiration from the keg pushed against the two fleshy masses around it, and, like a switch was turned on, fist-sized nipples sprung to the surface of the bikini.

"Now," Veronica said, a purr in her voice, "who wants a drink?"

Hands and cups surged forward, some of them completely missing the keg or Veronica's hands and just mashing into the soft surface of her chest. From her perch, she affixed a trite smile on her face and stared Penny right in the eyes.

"This is what I have, and you never will," the stare said.

Penny ran back to her guest room, crying.

It was no use explaining it to Mom and G-Mom when she got back on Sunday. Instead Penny stuck to the couch, eating junk food or doing her homework, while the TV blazed. All that was known in the Parson household was that "it was bad," and this intel came from Hannah when she had dropped her friend off. The Parson women were used to this kind of behavior, though, and so they let Penny be.

Penny herself wasn't thinking much of anything. Images kept flashing through her mind, images of boobs and butts and thighs and boys. At least in her dream, as unfashionable as lifters are, she had belonged somewhere. It had been in that weight room, filling herself up with muscle mass and orgasm after orgasm, but it was somewhere.

She polished off a pint of ice cream that G-Mom had thoughtfully left her before going to bed. Hell, school the next day couldn't be worse than that party, could it?

***

Something was off from the minute that Penny woke up, but she could not put her finger on what it was. Her stomach was rumbling, which was kind of unusual, but everything else was normal. She hopped into the shower, humming to herself, before the events of the previous two days came flooding back.

"God, what a bitch!" Penny clenched her fists and nearly punched the tiled wall, before remembering just how badly that would hurt. Well, if she actually HAD been a lifter, Veronica would need to watch herself, because Penny would just tear her in two. Or maybe three: just rip that gigantic rack right off of her.

Then again, even for Penny that was a little bit extreme in terms of revenge. She brushed her hair (as best she could; the frizzy mess seemed even frizzier than normal), dried the rest, and went to her room to get changed.

That's where the problem revealed itself.

Penny didn't feel like sticking out that much on Monday, in the hopes that anybody who saw her tearful retreat at the party Saturday night would forget about it, so she was just going to wear a pair of jeans and a grey sweatshirt. But the jeans wouldn't come on; she would get them about halfway up her thighs before they would refuse to move, like Penny was too big for them.

"Figures," she said, throwing them to the ground in disgust. "I finally put on some weight right after I eat everything in the house in depression." She pulled sweatpants on that matched her top, then followed her grumbling belly to the kitchen, where she quieted it down with two bowls of cereal.

Her mom looked over the newspaper at Penny. "Feeling better?" she asked.

"Eh," Penny grunted, and Mrs. Parson nodded in understanding, just as Hannah's horn honked from the street.

"Better get going, dear," G-Mom said before leaning over and giving Penny a kiss on the head. She meant well by it, but Penny barely felt her grandmother's lips: she was too focused on the soft feeling of G-Mom's pendulous breasts. In a huff, the teenager grabbed her backpack and stomped to the front door.

The stupid thing was, putting on weight the old-fashioned way was well and good and everything, but everyone could tell that you weren't a feeder or a pear. There was something in the way that the body formed, in how the plumpness and fat looked. The rate at which one put on weight also mattered, of course, but genetic tests had proven in the nineties that mutation-born fat was completely different than normal fat.

Plus, mutants normally had other biological functions change so that being so fat was actually possible and even healthy. Non-mutants didn't get any such benefits—they were just obese.

So, maybe Penny would put on a few pounds of water-weight or whatever, round out her butt and, if she was lucky, her boobs. But everyone would know, and, with her luck, she would look like an idiot with even five more pounds of fat.

She went through school stony-faced, only opening up to teachers during class, or friends if they spoke to her in private. The plan otherwise was to keep a low profile and hope that nobody recognized her as the crying girl. By lunch, it appeared to be working, although Hannah and Laney were being pretty annoying.

They talked rather loudly about how they heard Veronica wasn't at school because she had thrown up all over her parents' couch, been found out about her drinking at the party, and was now grounded for months. They gossiped about how Caroline's parents had been very cool and understanding about the party, even apparently supplying the drinks, and that they hoped to let Caroline throw another one soon, with certain people not invited. They even talked about how good Penny was looking, how there was something different about her.

Penny didn't listen. Instead she ate, and then went back for seconds without even really noticing.

After school Penny dropped her bag in the kitchen and headed for the couch, notebooks in hand to do her homework, when her mom looked up from the sewing machine. "Aren't you a little big for those sweatpants, dear?" she asked.

"What?" Penny asked, shaken from her self-indulgent depression. She looked down at herself.

"They just look a little tight around your rear end, is all."

Tight around her rear end? No way. These were by no means loose sweatpants, in fact they had been marketed as a jogging and yoga sweat suit, but that always equaled "baggy" in terms of Penny. She bent her head around her shoulder and looked at her behind, and saw that, yes, it did look tight. Not just tight: fitted.

What was going on?

Penny rushed upstairs to her room, this time feeling what had been bugging her all day: the very slight bounce bounce bounce of her backside with every step. Only, with her rushed legs and bounds she now felt it like BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE as her feet hit the ground.

Once in her room she slammed the door behind her, biting her lip in anticipation. With slow, steady steps, Penny walked to her full-length mirror and stood in front of it. She looked... almost normal. Almost. But now that she put her hands on her hips, gently rubbing down her to thighs, she found the difference: gone was the bony, smooth and straight surface. A gentle curve met her hand, and she brought it around to the back to feel the soft sweatpants material clinging to the curves of her bottom. Curves!

She stripped off the pants, then pulled the sweatshirt over her head when she realized it obscured the view of her lower half. She turned in the mirror, admiring her butt. Before her panties had just seemed like another article of clothing, loosely hanging onto her waist. Now it hugged her hips, curving out of sight around her butt cheeks. They were soft and curvy and wonderful!

Then Penny saw that, now that she was only wearing a t-shirt and her underwear, there was something extra under the shirt, too. She pulled it off and found two naked breasts, both of them maybe almost an A-cup. Penny cupped them in her hands and squealed in delight at the gently give of flesh between her fingers. The dream had been some kind of awesome harbinger of good news, foreshadowing Penny growing into a woman. And here she was!

The dream.

Oh, no, this couldn't be a dream, too, could it? After all, it wasn't like this was unrealistic or anything. But Penny had to take it into account. It could definitely be a dream. And in dreams, once you realized it was a dream, you started waking up. And she wasn't waking up!

But no, that wasn't enough. She had to try to force it, at least, to try to make this awesome, beautiful discovery go away. And if it wasn't a dream, well, she could celebrate all she wanted.

Giggling, still holding her budding breasts (neither of them quite filling her palms), Penny closed her eyes and thought hard. "I need to wake up. I am going to wake up in my bed. I will not have a nice, round butt, or finally be growing boobs. I will wake up."

She peeked out of one eye. A moderately attractive girl, freckles dotting her tiny boobs and the tops of her curving hips, peeked back at her.

Penny threw some clothes on, grinning the entire time, and went downstairs to spread the good news.

***

There was a lot of joyful shouting, some excited phone calls to Hannah, and several extra helping at dinner, before Penny had finally been told to go to bed the previous night. Instead of sleeping, though, she had laid there, running her hands over her naked body, imagining the things in store for her. The next day she would go shopping for clothes, maybe, or at least one of those adjustable bras for girls finally growing. She would donate all of her old pants that no longer fit to charity. She would hide herself under some baggy tops until her tits were so huge she couldn't walk and then she would reveal herself to Veronica Green in one show of boob-flesh.

Well, maybe a few of those wouldn't happen. But she was definitely going to school a different girl.

The thing was, she was going to wear those same sweatpants the next day, this time making sure to flaunt how great they looked on her, when she realized there was no way she was going to be able to get them on. They wouldn't even come up to the bottom of her butt cheeks, let alone completely cover herself. She held them up against her legs, looking at herself in the mirror. A girl in nothing but a stretchy thong, holding up what now looked like a girl's pair of sweatpants against her womanly hips. She had grown this big overnight?

Measuring tape from her sewing kit wrapped around Penny's hips and butt, and she couldn't believe the number they told her. 35! A 35-inch hipline! Compared to the size 1 sweatpants, which stretched to a maximum of 32 wide, no wonder she couldn't get them on!

So she had gained three inches since she had taken off the sweatpants, maybe more? That was ridiculous. But the numbers were staring her in the face: her butt was still getting bigger.

No way.

She giggled and grinned at her sexy, amazing reflection, before finding some nice stretching leggings and sizing up her bust line. Probably didn't grow at all overnight, although it would be impossible to tell without keeping track of her measurements. Penny pulled on the single bra that she had in case of emergency growth, noted that it was even a little tight in the cups, found a nice top that matched her leggings, and bounced down the stairs.

Really bounced.

School was amazing. Boys turned around to appreciate her after she walked by, girls complimented her on non-body-related things and thus ensured she understood that she was looking hot, even teachers seemed to be paying more attention.

"No sign of a mutation, then?" Hannah asked as she emptied her tits into a sink. Penny was perched on the counter, loving the way that her butt created a nice, small cushion below her.

"Mutation?" Penny echoed. "Why?"

Hannah shrugged, a poor idea that messed up her aim. Hannah quickly wiped up the spill. "Well, you might be a feeder or a pear. No harm in checking."

Penny mumbled a reply and didn't bother trying to explain that she didn't want it to be a mutation. Having an intense, lengthy dream about one mutation and then waking up a few days later with another was just too unrealistic. Couldn't she just be sexy and hot and beautiful, with a nice pair of tits? Was that too much to ask?

Seeing the consternation on her friend's face, Hannah shrugged again. "No need to get worked up about it. If it's a mutation, you'll figure it out eventually. If it isn't, hey, what do I know?"

By the end of the day, Penny wasn't so sure that she wasn't just finally putting weight on in the right places. She was still eating at least double at every meal, her stomach was still grumbling a bit earlier than normal, and then, at her last period, disaster struck.

Her bra had been, bit by bit, growing tighter and tighter with every passing hour. That was to be expected, and was also pretty awesome. What was not awesome was that her tights were following the same route. It seemed like every minute that passed made her legs feel even more like tightly encased sausages. When she walked to her last period, Penny could almost feel the elastic fabric growing thinner around her butt cheeks, and so she took extra-small steps to avoid them from tearing. She got a strange look from Laney as her larger friend passed by, but soon she was in class and finding a desk.

Sitting was what did her in.

With a barely-audible rip, starting just as Penny bent at the waist and ending just as her ass hit the chair, the leggings tore in more than a few places along her rear end. There was a puff of air down her crack, and a bright blush bloomed across the teenager's face.

"Can I go to the nurse?" she squeaked almost immediately.

"Um, sure," said Mr. Hendricks, the history teacher. Penny eased herself from the desk and, in a not-quite-subtle move, held her books over her backside. She shuffled down the aisle to the door, the swing and sway of her hips no longer exciting her but embarrassing her, and avoided the looks of every student, concerned or amused.

Once in the hall, Penny realized that, though she had no plans to actually visit the nurse, it was probably time. She needed to be checked for mutations.

"Oh hi, Penny, I was wondering if I'd see you today!" Mrs. Wight said. "I'd heard rumors, of course."

"Rumors?" Penny asked from her seat on the examination table. She could feel the cold paper beneath her strained leggings, cooling down her warm bottom.

"I have spies everywhere," came the conspiratorial reply. The plump nurse produced a tiny plastic cup and a tell-tale funnel. "I'll need a urine sample, I'm afraid."

Penny's brows knitted together. "For what?"

The nurse laughed. "Why, to test for mutations, of course! Did you think I'd just be able to look at you and know? You should know that special hormones make the mutations happen, and we can sense them all in your urine!"

"Great," Penny groaned, making her shuffling way to the toilet. She could feel the matronly woman's eyes on her torn pants, and wondered what the results would be.

Ten minutes later, she had them. "Says right here, darling!" Mrs. Wight was practically singing. "You're going to be needing bigger pants, it looks like! Although I imagine you'll be quite popular with the boys, since there aren't many pears at the school!"

Penny's heart sank at first, looking at the computer printout in Mrs. Wight's hand. "Posterior Mutation," it said, "commonly known as 'pear'." Her heart sank, and then she realized there was absolutely no reason to be sad. She had a mutation! A popular, sexy, awesome mutation. It wasn't a dream, as she had demonstrated that morning, and, from the feel of pinching on her chest, she was going to get even bigger boobs.

Suddenly, Penny felt as high as a kite. "Thank you, Mrs. Wight!" she said, snatching up the paper. "Can I go? School's almost out."

"Of course, dear," she beamed, and Penny made her escape from the school.

***

Penny waved goodbye to Hannah from her front door and waltzed into her house. The tear in her bottom was completely forgotten, and was, in fact, wider than before. Her mom was at the kitchen table, working on some kind of craft. "Oh, hi, honey!" she said.

"Hi, Mom!" Penny beamed. "Guess what? I'm officially a pear!"

G-Mom looked up in interest, and before Penny knew it the three women were encased in a big group hug. "This is such wonderful news, Penny!" Mrs. Parson said, her voice muffled through Penny's thick hair. "We always knew you were something special."

Her grandmother pushed Penny away and held her at arm's-length, casting a discerning eye over the grinning teen. "You're definitely going to need new clothes," she concluded, "and a few new bras, I'll bet." She spun Penny around and clucked her tongue at the sad site of her leggings. "Tights aren't excuses for pants, young lady, and now that you've spent all day with your sad excuse for panties hanging out, I hope you'll remember it."

Penny's mom chuckled and grabbed the car keys. "I suppose we should hit the shops before they close."

"Great!" Penny said, just as her stomach rumbled. "Um, can we eat out, too?"

They got an entire new wardrobe for Penny, mostly with things in an extra-stretchy, "one-size-fits-all" category. G-Mom didn't want to get a whole bunch of new tops and pants that would be outgrown in the next few weeks, and Penny sadly agreed, before realizing just how exciting the idea of outgrowing even these clothes was. As outlandish as the idea sounded (one pair of sweatpants fit her perfectly and claimed to stretch up to size 50), she couldn't help thinking about how quickly she was growing. After all, that morning she had measured at 35 inches, but now the lady at the clothing shop said she was nearing on 38. Tack on to that the fact that she had apparently outgrown her size 7 sweatpants, and that was about six inches—in a single day!

Her guardians did let her get a few skirts, as long as they didn't ride too low. The packet of information that Mrs. Wight had sent Penny home with said that most pears (or "posterior mutated girls") didn't gain too much in the waist department, so as long as the skirt had enough material, they would stretch to still fit. Penny was okay with that; she loved pleats. She even wore one of her new skirts to the lingerie department, loving the tiny hints of her now large-sized behind that the skirt gave her in mirrors. She also could not shake the joyful feeling from her mind. Now that it was official that she was going to have an even bigger butt, each step weighed heavily on her, making it so that it was almost like her bouncing rear-end felt like a separate being from her, a caboose tagging along behind.

Penny giggled. "Caboose."

The three Parsons let up a tiny cheer at the news that Penny was now officially an A-cup. There were a few grumbles from G-Mom about "back in my day" and "looks like a C-cup to me," but all Penny knew was that she could finally wear a real bra, and that she finally had cleavage. Cleavage! They only got a few new tops, but Penny made sure to pick ones out that all had low necklines, to underscore the bat she was finally swinging with. They also grabbed a few bras in a larger cup-size, just in case. Penny tried hard not to look at them, gawking at the size she would have to be just to fill a B-cup, but it was very, very difficult.

After stopping at a restaurant (all you can eat, at Penny's request) the three women drove home. Penny's mother and grandmother's conversation finally turned from pants and panties and brassieres to the normal small talk, but Penny's mind could not be shaken from her own body. Even sitting in the car, her hands continually ran over her hips, feeling the soft fat now cushioning slightly out to the sides of her, coming up to cup her boobs through her shirt, running her finger around her waistband. This feeling of discovering her new body, of figuring out her changes, was addicting. She kind of hoped it would never stop.

Then again, in her dream last week, it never had. But that was just a dream, and besides, she was a lifter in it. Completely off-base. Just a weird dream that she had trouble shaking.

The next morning Penny took the liberty of measuring her hips again and nearly dropped her measuring tape in surprise. 45 inches! A 7-inch increase since the previous afternoon? Impossible!

Penny turned and looked at her butt in the mirror. No, it definitely was a lot bigger than the day before. Two perfect globes of creamy flesh hung at the bottom of her back, quivering and bouncing with every tiny movement. She gently stroked them with her hands, feeling their weight, before abruptly kneading the doughy flesh. It was so soft, and felt so good to touch. Penny had no idea how she was going to keep her hands off of herself.

Humming, Penny pulled on the single dress they had bought the day before, a sundress with a great neckline and a lot of extra fabric down below, and bounced downstairs to eat as many pancakes as possible.

At school, Penny felt like more than the center of attention. She felt like the center of the universe. Every eye was on her, or at least on her back, and more than a few were appreciative looks down her chest. She just smiled and walked along with Hannah, for once walking next to her friend instead of behind her.

It was during lunch that Penny decided she was officially in love with her mutation. First had been on the way to the lunchroom. Penny's stomach was putting up quite a roar, and she was not one to disagree with it, pushing her way through as many students as she could to get to the doors. Her trip took her right past Caroline Jameson's locker, and Caroline flagged her down.

"Hey, gorgeous!" the other pear beamed. Penny gave a happy smile back, her love of being a pear temporarily overshadowing her love of satisfying her hunger. She stopped and found herself giving a mental size-up of Caroline, only instead of the usual "I wish I had that," it was more of a "I DO have that" comparison. True, Caroline still had much bigger breasts, probably a D if Penny's memory of them being nearly naked served her right, but her butt was at least comparable. Today Caroline was wearing jeans, which tightly encased her wide hips and created a very nice, deep horizontal crease below her backside.

The friendly girl pulled Penny close and they hugged. "It's so nice to see another one of us in this school!" Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Nadine, the pear senior? She's a bitch. But not like us!" The bigger girl held Penny out and looked her over in a manner eerily similar to G-Mom. "Mmmhmm, you are looking fine, Penny," she at last said.

"Thanks," Penny replied, now feeling embarrassed at the attention the clearly prettier girl was paying her.

"You have clothes, right? When I first started I totally underestimated what size I would need, and kept forgetting things to get. You made sure to get new gym shorts?"

Gym shorts! "No, I didn't!" Penny said, slapping her forehead. "There's no way I'll fit into the same ones from Monday!"

"Monday?" Caroline echoed with a laugh in her voice. "You're growing quick! Well, here." She reached into her locker and pulled out a pair of blue shorts. "I have gym on Tuesday/Thursday, so I'll pick up a pair tonight. Besides, they're a little tight on me, and you look like you're, what, size 18?"

"20, actually," Penny said, taking the shorts. "Thanks!"

"No problem, girl!" Caroline said, punching her in the arm. "We pears have to stick together!" They started walking to the cafeteria. "In fact, you should come over some time, we can trade clothes! Assuming you don't get bigger than me," she joked.

"That would be great!" A warm feeling rose up through Penny, like a bubble of joy. Trade clothes! She hadn't had a friend to trade clothes with since elementary school, before Hannah had developed her preggo mutation.

And then... he appeared.

Keith Whistler. Captain of the boys' football team.

Caroline must have seen something in his eyes, because she gave a brief "Bye!" and disappeared. Penny did her best to oggle him from afar, already planning a route around the stationary, muscular boy, but instead he stopped her with a steady hand.

"Penny, right?" he asked.

He knew her name? He knew her name! This boy, this boy she dreamt about and daydreamed about and fantasized about, this boy who she hardly even saw in the halls more than twice a month, because he was so popular and surrounded by other popular people, this boy who had his pick of any of the girls in the school, he knew her name!

"Hi," she squeaked.

"I was wondering if you were going to the spring dance with anyone," he said.

"Um, no," she said. Why would he want to know if she had a date? Why would he care?

"I don't have a date yet, either." His huge blue eyes were staring right at her. He didn't have a date? No way. Not in a million years. And he didn't have one... and she didn't have one...

"Would you go with me?" he finally finished.

Penny almost fainted. Instead, her brain took over, and she nodded, dumbly. He gave a brief smile, then bent over and left her with a peck on the cheek. "I'll pick you up next Friday, then." And he was gone, leaving a stunned Hannah and Jason in his place.

"Did he just ask you to the dance?" Jason asked, his jaw dropped. Penny nodded again.

Hannah squealed and jumped up and down, her breasts and belly flying everywhere, but Penny just touched her cheek, where the captain of the football team had kissed her. "He just asked me to the dance."

When gym finally rolled around, the shorts fit almost perfectly. They were just the tiniest bit too tight.

***

At the end of the week, Penny was putting her biggest sweatpants to the test. They were huge when she held them out and stretched them as far as they could go, but when she pulled them up her thighs, past that point where they were loose, feeling her legs wedge the waistband wide and wider until it at last slipped to her waist, they felt positively tiny. The tag said "Max Size 50", and they weren't lying: her measuring tape claimed that she was 76-inches around that Friday morning. She definitely looked it: huge and round and oh-so-jiggly, her butt cheeks bulged out at the sweatpants seams. Penny put a hand against one of them and marveled at how small her palm looked, just before pressing her fingers into the squeezable flesh.

Her eyes rolled up in pleasure. This was the best part of her day, right here.

Before turning to the sweatpants, Penny had given one of the skirts that she had been so excited about one last try. She had just barely gotten the hooks together before realizing that, even though she was able to wear it, you could clearly see the bottoms of her panties poking out from underneath. There was just too much butt to go around. It should have depressed Penny, really, it should have: all of those clothes were a waste, and now there was no hope of ever trading clothes with Caroline. But instead it made her wet, a problem she took care of with some fervor.

Masturbating at the thought of getting bigger was one of a few new habits that Penny had managed to pick up in the tail end of that week, along with massaging her ass when she was thinking, or walking around her room topless so that her boobs would bounce along with her butt. They were definitely still growing, too, and her B-cup bra was now full up, ready to be replaced with a BB or maybe a BC. She could no longer hold the entire boob in one hand; instead flesh would squeeze out between or around her fingers. She was almost normal! Almost.

There was another drawback to still growing, of course, one that she only briefly paid attention to before brushing it aside: there was no way in hell she was going to be able to get a dress for the dance that she wouldn't be splitting open by the next Friday. And her growth was so unpredictable, there was no real way to plot how big she would need to buy, either. With luck, her mom would be willing to take her out shopping the night before, and she would still fit into it 24 hours later.

And so what if she couldn't? Penny gave herself a wolfish grin as she admired the straining sweatpants in the mirror, tracing her deep panty-lines. All the more pear-shape for her, she supposed. 

Hannah nearly jumped with excitement at the news that Penny needed to buy more clothes, a poor choice of actions in the tiny car. "Can I come with, this time? Oh, I love clothes, and I've never had a reason to go into the Posteriors section!"

"You're a lot more excited than my grandma was," Penny said. "She thinks I'm growing too fast."

"Pfft," Hannah blew out some air. "No way! You deserve it! This way you don't have to wait months and months, wondering when you'll stop. Trust me, if I could have blown up to this size in a matter of days, I would have been so much happier."

Penny nodded and bit her lip. Oh, how she wanted to proclaim that she prayed it wasn't just a "few days" thing, how she wanted to keep growing and growing. She wanted the world to know.

She wouldn't have thought it just a week before, but apparently Penny wanted nothing more than to be an Immobile: one of those lucky, lucky girls whose mutation made them so large that they couldn't even move. The most common Immobiles were feeders, if you could call any kind of Immobile common, which happened to something like 1 in 5 million feeders, most famously to Harriet Fischer, who Penny saw on TV giving speeches and announcing book releases all the time. Pears and preggos were a lot less likely to happen, only 1 in 12 million or so, with non-mutation Immobiles ranking somewhere in the middle, weighed down permanently by gigantic breasts. Penny had never even heard of a lifter Immobile, much less thought about it, until her dream a week ago.

So if being a pear was a 1-in-25 chance (according to what she remembered of her sex-ed classes), and there was a 1-in-20 million chance of any pear becoming immobilized, that meant there was only a 1-in-500 million chance of any given girl turning Immobile. Maybe 15 lucky women in the world.

But Penny wanted it.

These were the kinds of thoughts that Penny dealt with throughout the day, along with the other apparently normal parts of being a pear. When Penny brushed past someone in the hall, they no longer hit her elbows, but her hips. When she sat down, it was more of a task of positioning her behind and then letting her weight drop. When she went through doorways, she felt a strange feeling of vertigo every time before realizing that there was a good 4 inches of space left on either side.

8 inches that she hoped to overcome, and overcome soon.

She also could not keep her hands off of herself. At one point she was called on to answer a question and she realized that her right hand was in her sweatpants, under her panties, resting gently on the huge cushion of her ass. She had yanked it out and crossed her arms on her front, face burning red, and answered the question. When the attention at last turned from her, Penny realized that she was now cupping her tits in her hands, their weight pushing down on her through the overflowing bra.

Gym would have been a nightmare even if she wasn't so turned on by her growing handicap. Penny had to return the borrowed shorts to Caroline after a single use, and instead was forced to take one of the "loaner" pairs, normally given to feeders who had split their shorts. They were huge and stretchy, but, to Penny's surprise, fit like a glove around her hips.

And jogging, of course, just made her more excited. Each step was another pair of bounces, both on her chest and her back.

The sweatpants didn't tear going back on after gym, but Penny could feel their seams pulling. "Another few inches," she sang to herself, getting a strange look from Hannah.

***

At the store the next day, Penny was finally walking around over the 100-inch mark, sitting nicely at 105. She was wearing a skirt that her mom had thrown together the previous night, just after dinner. It was on her third helping that the sweatpants had given up the ghost, ripping open with a loud tearing noise that had sent G-Mom over the edge with laughter.

With Hannah in tow, and the help of a fellow pear who worked there, Penny sorted through the clothes and picked out a good selection.

"Any idea of where you might end up, hon?" asked the friendly woman. She was much bigger than Penny, her hips sticking out twice as wide as the rest of her body. When Penny told her that she had gained about 20 inches since that time the day before she had dropped the clothes she was holding in shock. "Can you grow that fast?" she asked, before adjusting her glasses and sifting through the clothes even faster.

"I know, right?" Hannah grinned at Penny.

"Well," the lady said, "if you're going to get a lot bigger, you'd better start getting items bigger in the waist, too. Bigger pears start putting it on there."

A thrill went through Penny's stomach. "Bigger pears." Just like Penny.

They walked away with an even bigger selection of pants than the time before, all of them stretchable in one way or another. Penny's previously loose tops were now all straining at her breasts, so they had fun picking out bigger and bigger ones before Penny at last put her foot down on silliness and cut their selection in half. Finally, the bra-fitting had shown her to be a mid-sized C-cup.

"I just can't believe they got this big so fast," Penny said, hefting the naked breasts in her hands and not even noticing Hannah's bright red face and averted eyes. The lingerie lady was off finding things to try on, leaving the two girls alone for a bit. Penny bounced her hands, watching the fat, jiggly breasts undulate up and down. It was like trying to palm a big, rotten cantaloupe, only one that was warm and soft and felt good both to touch and to be touched.

On a whim, Penny bought the C, a CC, and an insanely-huge DD cup size. If they got this big this fast, they could get even bigger faster, she reasoned.

By the end of the weekend Penny was glad she did. Her huge tits, both of them now as large as watermelons, more than obscured her feet when she tried looking down. Just walking with them made her bump into things, and she often found herself putting her arms under them to get a good grip.

Of course, she was usually distracted by the jiggling and bouncing from the rear. Her growth rate was still shooting up, skyrocketing into the stratosphere. On Saturday she went shopping after lunch with a measurement of 105. On Sunday she went to bed with a measured 141. The fit through her door had finally been a squeeze, both of her hips needing to be pushed in before making it through. When she woke up Monday morning, her panties were cutting into her, and the new nightshirt she wore to bed was hiked up to her waist and refused to be pulled down over her hips.

156 inches around, the measuring tape read, and it was quickly running out of tape. 16 whole inches in one night.

"Mom," Penny called as she heaved down the stairs. "I had to turn sideways to get through my door. You need to call contractors."

"Thank god for government subsidies on mutation jobs," G-Mom grumbled, but, as usual, both older women hugged the teen, now both of them leaning far over to actually reach her.

The front door had been opened up by the time Penny got home from school. She was out of breath, the first big change of the day. Moving around was actually getting tiring, heaving that huge sack of fat around. She had also qualified for the Large section, finally, after a measurement by Mrs. Wight and a step on the scales. Penny had known that different mutations had different weight thresholds to pass before qualifying, but was still shocked when the scales stopped at 250: her new boobs and butt had more than tripled her weight!

The shorts she had chosen to wear had started off the day slightly loose, as Penny was attempting to compensate more and more, but by the end of the day she could feel a breeze blowing across the bottom of her ass cheeks, a sure sign that she was just getting too big. The even surer sign was when she sat down at the kitchen table for a snack. At first her butt completely slipped over the sides of the chair, more than foot of fat hanging off either end, before the chair completely collapsed below her.

Embarrassed and both crying and laughing at the same time, Penny let her mom lead her to the couch, where she gratefully took a break and did her homework.

One thing she didn't tell anyone was that, by now, she could almost feel things growing tighter on her. At nearly four feet wide, and gaining almost an inch wider per day, the idea that she might be an Immobile soon just seemed to fit into the equation. She heaved herself up from the couch, excused herself through the hole the construction crew had put into the bathroom doorway, closed the curtain that they had thoughtfully installed, and masturbated wildly.

The majorly important doors were all done by the next day, but Penny knew that the one to her room was useless: the stairs were just getting to be too hard, and besides, the upstairs hallway was only a bit wider than the doors there. That Tuesday night was probably her last night in her room.

Penny celebrated by stripping completely naked and going over her entire body in the mirror, one loving stroke and caress at a time.

Her mom's industrial-length measuring tape read her hips at 186 around, a number so massive that Penny hadn't been able to picture it until just now, looking at herself in the mirror. It was so wide that she couldn't see the sides of both butt cheeks at the same time, instead having to lean way over, which would cause her to overbalance, which would create a resounding crash throughout the house. Instead she had to turn around and let one half of her take up the entire mirror.

Her skin was soft and smooth and pale and just lightly dusted with freckles around her ass. What astounded Penny the most was that, from behind, she didn't even seem to have thighs anymore. Just two huge lobes of fat, hanging down to just above her knees. Her thighs were there, don't be mistaken, they were gigantic and merging with her butt. One cheek was—she mashed and pushed it with her hands thoughtfully—bigger than any beach ball she had ever played with. Maybe 2 and a half feet wide. She shivered and ran her hands down her sides, over the slight roll of fat that was accumulating at her waist, then stopping on the shelf of her hips and butt. When she wore her backpack, it now mostly just rested on her behind, right at the point where her waistband would get pulled back to. She had a bit of a permanent plumbers-crack on the smaller items in her wardrobe, which now included, gasp! most of her wardrobe.

As for her tits, Penny had been somewhat disappointed when they stopped growing, or at least slowed down. It was now easy to estimate that they were going to end in the DD-range, which she already owned the bra for. They were positively breathtaking, and Penny liked to gather them in her arms and bury her face into over a foot of cleavage. Watermelons paled in comparison to Penny's tits, but they were still overshadowed by her giant, huge, awesome, amazing, beautiful butt.

There was no question in anyone's mind if Penny was going to be an Immobile. The only remaining answer was when.

Penny fell asleep with one hand stroking her pussy and the other attempting to fit around her breasts.

***

It was the night before the dance when Penny realized she could no longer stand up.

Her suspicions had been growing that this would happen sooner rather than later. When she had woken up on Wednesday to a colossal growth, over twenty inches overnight, she knew that it would not be long at all. Even her widened door was a challenge, and she had to turn sideways and then get Mom and G-Mom to help squeeze her butt up against her body in order to fit through the door and down the hall. Her boobs had been mashed in her face, and she could feel warm flesh pressing up against her back. And still, her tummy rumbled. She was still growing.

School had been so exhausting that Penny took multiple breaks just walking between classes. Veronica Green, who had returned to school that Monday, spotted Penny at one of these times and tried to make fun of her, but had been shouted down and pushed away by many of Penny's new admirers. Hannah jokingly offered to "feed" Penny, nervously hefting one of her leaking breasts, but had shied away at the hungry look Penny gave her.

The next day had been ever worse. Maybe not worse: harder. Penny loved what her body was doing. She nearly got wet just at the fact that she was struggling to move, to get to classes, to fit into the plus-sized desk. She had spent the night sleeping on the couch, and had woken to find that her hips were touching both of the armrests. She had lurched to her feet, panting and making her boobs fly all over, then trundled to the kitchen to gorge herself.

The panties she was wearing were a huge pair that she and Hannah had jokingly bought, both of them collapsing in fits of giggles at the site of them. Now that she was over 250 inches around and 6 feet wide, Penny didn't find it funny any longer, but erotic. SO erotic. Her ass was monstrous, two gigantic spheres of fat that folded over the backs of her knees and pressed against the tops of her calves. The shorts that she was wearing was the only article of clothing that she owned that fit anymore, something G-Mom had rushed to the store to pick up, although Penny's mother said she could easily make any number of skirts that Penny needed.

The rest of her body was finally putting on a little bit of weight, too. Her tummy was soft, ready to be caressed, and her arms were even a bit heavier. But all of her looked positively stick-thin compared to her butt.

And so when Penny fell asleep on Thursday night, her arms resting on the fat that was piling up around her, her hips squeezed between the armrests, she knew that it was over.

Friday morning she woke up and could not move her legs more than a few inches.

The shorts were already split, and Penny watched as the tear grew wider and wider, threads pulling apart minute by minute. Finally, with one quick ripping sound, the side tore open, revealing the light blue panties that were desperately trying to hold in the increasing bulk.

"Oh my god, Penny," Penny heard from the kitchen, and she turned to see her mother in a bathrobe. It must have been early.

Penny didn't reply, instead she just continued massaging the fat that was all around her, the yards and yards of butt. Her mom collapsed onto her, crying tears of joy. "We're so proud of you, Penny. So proud."

"Thanks, Mom," Penny at last said, patting her mother on the back. "I didn't really do anything. It's just luck."

Her mom stood back, tears streaming down her face. "But it's your luck, Penny. Yours all along."

What Penny liked most about being stuck was that, while the wheels were set in motion to get her officially designated Immobile, she didn't have to do anything but satisfy her urge to eat and admire herself. All of Friday, that was all she did. She ate and ate, scarfing down munchies and real food. The TV was on, but she didn't pay attention. Nor did she pay attention when Keith Whistler showed up with her corsage and pinned it to her shirt, saying that he wouldn't be dancing with anybody else that night. Nor she did pay attention when G-Mom announced that they had been called by the man from the government who dealt with Immobiles and said he would be there the following Monday.

She was too distracted.

Distracted by the wonderful feeling that her hands left on her skin, the realization that her panties were growing painfully tight, the idea that her body was processing the food she was eating even before her stomach was completely filled.

Just after Keith left, his tuxedo neatly pressed, Penny noticed that she could no longer feel the armrest pressing up against her hip. Instead it was pressing into the bottom of her butt; she must have grown over it. Around midnight she dozed off, then woke up against when her shins bumped the coffee table. She adjusted the way she was sitting the best she could, and when she woke up Saturday morning she figured out that she was no longer sitting on the couch completely: instead she was sitting across the couch and the floor and somewhat on the table.

She continued to feed.

With no school and no ability to move beyond some body wiggles, Penny's entire world collapsed into a grey, pleasurable haze. She ate and she felt herself and she slept. She thought that at one point a crew of people helped get her off of the couch and the table, and she was vaguely grateful as the odd shapes had been cutting into the bottom of, well, of her, but she didn't really notice. She even came out of her stupor at one point to realize that her panties were long gone. Her massive, pillowy thighs were permanently pressed together, though, and any modesty the panties might have tricked her into feeling was completely unnecessary. She was simply too fat to really be naked from the waist down.

She ate, and grew, and was completely comfortable. Who needed cushions? She was her own cushion. She leaned back into a nice crevice of butt, her feet dangling a few feet off of the ground. Every once in a while she slipped a hand under her small, plump belly and brushed against her constantly damp nethers, but generally she continued to eat from the pile of food that was kept well-stocked by her mother, or grandmother, or one of the other helpers they had roped in.

It was just around the point when the walls pressed in on her that Penny stopped eating. It was light out, but the grayish sort of light that meant early morning. Had she been up all night eating? She couldn't remember. She had a strange flashback, a déjà vu of a similar situation to this. Only... only it was completely different. Instead of being soft, she had been hard, in some manner. Rock hard.

She shook the idea from her head, and instead observed her surroundings. Ah, yes: the walls. They were pressing in on her butt.

The walls were pressing in on her butt. She could feel the pressure against them, the idea that just a few inches one way or the other would be just too much force, and would bring the wall down.

Jesus, how much had she grown?

Her reverie was interrupted by a voice. "Penny?" It was little Jason, always showing up at the most annoying times. And yet, she felt some hands on a tiny bit of overstuffed flesh, and a shiver ran through her mountainous rump.

"I'm here, Jason," she said, before realizing the stupidity of the statement. "I'm awake."

"I figured," he said, as his touch left her. She heard the sound of the sliding glass door to the backyard, and later he appeared in a doorway in front of her. I'm so huge that he has to walk around the house to get around me, Penny thought, disbelieving. "I heard that the government's coming to certify you," he continued as if there hadn't been a thirty-second break in his sentence, "and wanted to see you for myself."

"What do you think?" Penny asked, blushing for the first time in days.

His eyes and gaping mouth told her everything she needed to know. "Wow," was all he said as he walked closer.

"So you like it?" She shuddered with a strange feeling as her friend, her friend she had lost her virginity to, looked all over her body. Left... then right... then up...

Up. Penny suddenly felt it, on the tops of her butt cheeks. She was still growing! A tiny bit, a miniscule bit, probably still digesting the food she had only recently quit ramming in her mouth. She could feel the smooth coolness of the ceiling on her butt. "Oh, god," she moaned, wiggling her feet and toes and finding that the fat had almost engulfed all of her legs, even with both of them sticking straight out: there was the barest hint of a knee, and then two very heavy calves, topped with tiny, chubby feet. They, like the rest of her, were resting on giant bulges of fat that all originated at the base of her spine.

"I like it a lot," Jason breathed, both of his knees touching her ass, even though he was standing in front of her. He began crawling onto her body until they were face to face. "I like you, Penny. Even before this."

"I don't care," she said, grabbing his head with both arms and kissing him as deeply as she could. The small boy's body pressed against her two tits, her hard nipples raking against his chest through her stained shirt. She could feel his erection, his tiny erection compared to the size of HER, through his jeans. And she needed it. "Stop just being ON me," she growled, "and get IN me."

Using her remaining mobility, Penny pulled her shirt over her head while Jason tripped out of his jeans. She giggled, then looked down at the two huge breasts which now sat, free, heavy, and beautiful, on her lap. They looked so lucious and soft and amazing. Just like her, she thought with another chuckle.

The pale soft skin was so inviting, Penny stroked it for a moment while Jason got himself prepared to please her beyond their wildest dreams, before she pinched it.

There was a prick of pain, real pain.

And then, sweaty and soaked, Penny woke up.

***

"No," she said. "NO!" She punched her pillow. Her pillow was the enemy. Her pillow put these stupid ideas into her head that something was going to happen for her.

"Get it all out, honey," her mother said from the hall. It was Monday. The previous Monday, the one just after the party. She was still depressed and pissed about what had happened at it. She was still full from eating all of that junk food the day before. And she was still, still, STILL as flat as a board and as narrow as a stick.

"Fuck dreams," Penny spat, then got up and got dressed.

Strangely enough, though, as Penny brushed her teeth and tried to brush her hair, she felt her anger and frustration melt away, just like a bad dream. She remembered being pissed at the world the day before, and it still felt like the day before, but it also felt like over a week had passed since. Two weeks, even. Two weeks of growing and being popular and being happy. And no matter how depressing the reality was that she returned to, no matter how annoying the fact that her dreaming brain had now tricked her twice, she couldn't help but let some of that happiness seep back into her.

Penny even hummed as she walked down the stairs.

"You're a welcome change this morning," G-Mom grumbled from the kitchen counter.

The redhead shrugged. "I guess I realized how childish I was being. Nobody even noticed me at the party, so what's to be embarrassed about?"

Penny's mom gave her a sideways hug. "That's the spirit, dear."

It was, wasn't it?

But that spirit was so much harder to keep up when she was actually confronted with school.

Unlike in her dream, Veronica Green was in school that Monday morning, boisterous and as annoying as ever. She didn't even need to say anything to Penny to flaunt her superiority; a simple wink and slight sway of her shoulders was enough to remind Penny who was boss around there: her enormous breasts, today encapsulated in a blouse that could fit a hippopotamus, swung out to the left and the right as she passed Penny and Hannah, hitting about five people along the way. As she left, Penny could see the straps of the bra digging deep ravines into Veronica's back, but it was clear the bigger girl didn't care at all: she was enjoying being the best too much.

"Bitch," Hannah said, turning to waddle past Penny and go to her first class. The overly pregnant junior almost obscured Penny's vision so much that she didn't see who was walking past in the other direction.

Keith Whistler.

It was strange that Penny had been dreaming about him on and off for the past week or so, and she hadn't even seen him in maybe two. But it was clear that her memory was perfect: that perfect hair, those wide, strong shoulders, that chiseled jaw. He was laughing and talking along with a friend, both of them oblivious to Penny's adoring stare.

What a perfect morning. She had been fine, over the horrible weekend, and then the two people who would remind her that her dreams would never come true showed up and walked past: Veronica Green and Keith Whistler.

But then...

For a split second, just behind Hannah's springy blonde hair, Penny saw it.

Keith glanced her way.

And fireworks exploded behind Penny's eyes.

She staggered to homeroom in a daze. Keith Whistler, captain of the football team, had looked at her! Only for a second, true, but their eyes had met. Like lightning! Like an electric shock.

Blindly, Penny found her desk in homeroom, sat down, and sank her head into her arms, sighing a dreamy sigh.

"Uh, you're in the wrong section, Penny," a familiar voice laughed.

Penny jerked her head up. The wrong section? Then again, this chair did feel strange. She looked around and realized that, in her puppy-love-soaked daydream, she had wandered back into the Large section of desks. Probably a holdover from that stupidly vivid dream, she reasoned.

It was Laney who was laughing at her from a few desks over. "Maybe when you've doubled your weight or something, girl," she said. Her friend Krista was also there, lounging against a desk. They were probably recounting the events of the party.

"Well," Penny said, getting up from the desk and finding her actual seat, "what are you doing in the L desks, then?"

Laney grinned with pride. "Graduated up today! Somehow managed to put on twenty pounds this weekend." She and Krista collapsed into giggles. "It couldn't have been the party," she said, waggling her eyebrows, "nor any alcoholic drinks I imbibed."

"Then again," Krista added, chortling, "I put on a few, too. Maybe there was something in them!"

Now that she had said it, Penny did detect something different about Laney. Her t-shirt was definitely a bit tight, digging into her arms, and her boobs did look like they were laying across the desk further than usual. Heck, were her hips wider? It was hard to tell in that scaled-up desk.

With now two strange dreams about getting a mutation having passed, both of them seeming to last for weeks, Penny almost felt like she was still in a dream. Maybe she was, she thought. It was getting so hard to tell reality from fiction, she couldn't reason if Laney and Krista suddenly gaining weight like that was normal or not.

She tried to shake it off, but was shaking it for the rest of the day.

When Penny ran into Caroline sometime after lunch, she wanted to thank the pear for letting Penny borrow her gym shorts, but remembered that had only happened in the dream. Instead she thanked her for the invitation for the party, and even managed to lie about having a great time. Concern showed on Caroline's face, and fear struck Penny's heart that the wealthy girl remembered what Penny had acted like when Veronica had started showing off, but the look disappeared in a moment.

"Don't worry about it, girl!" she instead cried, slapping a friendly hand against Penny's shoulder. "I think everyone had a good time." She disappeared into the crowd, her fat bottom bobbing with her steps. Penny was in such a cloud that she wasn't even self-conscious about watching the rhythm of the pear's steps.

By the next day, after a good night of dreamless sleep, Penny was at last throwing the cloud off of herself. Definitely no dreams that night, and she gave herself a good pinch to make sure that she wasn't dreaming this one. Nope: still the real world.

The reality was getting depressing again, though, especially by lunch.

"Come on, go to the dance with me," Jason whined across the table. "I mean, Caroline's party wasn't too bad," he added before getting a swift glare from Hannah.

Penny was too distracted to think about reprimanding him for bringing up a painful subject. She was back to her old habits, and was absolutely entranced with watching Hannah eat. Each bite, each small chewing motion, sent earthquakes through the rest of her body. Her bulging stomach would bob and bounce, of course, and Penny got a pretty good view of that on the other side of the table, especially in Hannah's overly-tight blouse, but what she was mostly watching were her friend's boobs.

They seemed even bigger than normal, if anything. It might have been the tight blouse, though, or the fact that Hannah hadn't milked herself all morning.

Tight and straining, the two bowling balls jiggled and swayed, shook and wobbled, with every movement that the preggo made. Her oversized nipples were both hard and poking against the fabric, proudly jutting for everyone to see, and the lines from her tight maternity bra were showing for the entire world.

It wasn't that Penny hadn't ever seen them, or had never seen them this full. It was the fact that she could clearly, distinctly remember having boobs like that. Bigger, even! Big and soft and wonderful, hanging from her chest, putting pressure on her shoulders and back. Penny knew how wonderful they felt, how soft and fragile and sensitive. And especially how great they made her feel when they were growing, swelling up, flowing over the seams of her clothes.

But it had never happened. Ever.

"No, Jason," she said at last. "I'm not going to the dance. And I'm not going with you!" Suddenly overcome with wrath, Penny slammed her lunch tray down and stormed to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, after she had shed most of her tears, Hannah joined her. Her best friend's forehead was absolutely wrinkled with concern, and as she locked the door and unbuttoned her shirt she locked eye contact with Penny's own puffy face. "I'm worried about you, Pen," the preggo said.

Penny didn't say anything, instead choosing to silently watch her friend out of the corner of her eye as she undid her bra and let her milk-engorged breasts sag onto her stomach. Hannah took up her right boob in her hands and began milking at it, squeezing softly as she pulled her hand along the swollen areola. Milk immediately shot from the thimble-like nipple in a sharp jet, hitting the sink.

It wasn't until she was reaching for the breast that Penny even noticed she had inched across the stained linoleum floor, that her mouth was open and her tongue was running along her top lip. The redhead froze, but the sudden motion caught Hannah's eye, and she instantly stopped milking, her eyes shooting open.

"Please, Hannah," Penny found herself saying, the words affecting a whiny tone not unlike Jason's earlier begging. "Please."

Hannah's eyes were full of pity. "God, Penny! This is what I'm talking about!"

Realizing what she was saying, Penny dropped her hand and collapsed to the floor. "I'm sorry!" she cried through the tears. "I'm sorry! I just— I just want to be normal."

With a warm dampness, Penny found herself being hugged by the tiny but round girl. And though it comforted her, the feeling of that firm and huge stomach, of those two giant breasts still aching to be milked, only filled her with a hot jealousy.

***

It was all business as usual by Wednesday. Humpday. As usual, she rolled out of bed, glared at her horribly depressing figure in the mirror, dressed, and moped downstairs. She even pinched herself on the arm, just in case. It was turning into a habit, but the brief feeling of pain always seemed to reassure her, in its pessimistic way: yes, this was the real world. No exciting discoveries today.

Breakfast, car, avoiding eyes in the halls, homeroom, avoiding conversation with Laney. The usual. Penny was back to the old, shy, anti-social butterfly that she had always been.

The grumbling from her stomach should really have told her something was up. She had a full breakfast, after all. Instead Penny just glanced at her watch to confirm she wasn't getting at all close to her period before sighing and stealing a chip or two from Laney's unattended bag. The few mouthfuls of grease and salt seemed to quench her urges, and Penny continued through the day.

One class.

Two classes.

By third period, Penny was watching the clock once more, counting down the minutes until lunch. Her belly was constantly growling, getting her a few strange looks from the kids nearby who could hear it. Penny just blushed and sank down in her chair, unable to stop her eyes from darting around the room for anything that she could use to quell the violent storm within. At last the bell rang and she nearly dashed through the halls to the cafeteria, where she loaded up a tray with the most filling things there: mashed potatoes, a few rolls, a hamburger. Ordinarily she would say that she was picking them because they were the nearest items, but they just seemed to jump out at her as the tastiest-looking.

It all was very vaguely familiar, but Penny couldn't put her finger on why.

Her friends just watched as she wolfed down the food, looking on with various concerns. "You trying to turn yourself into a feeder, Penny?" Jason joked.

Penny gave him a sardonic smirk before continuing with her binge fest. She was only halfway done with the food when, like a light switch, her hunger turned off. Halfway embarrassed, halfway relieved, Penny leaned back in her chair and lightly patted her stuffed belly.

"Taking a break?" Hannah was giving her best friend a peculiar look over her own hamburger, clenched between her small hands.

"No," Penny admitted. "Just full."

"Hmm," the preggo said mysteriously. Penny wasn't fooled.

"What? What is it?"

Hannah just shook her head, letting her short blond ponytail whip back and forth. "Probably nothing. Aw, shit." She had spilled ketchup across the wide expanse of t-shirt her breasts made, and everyone at the table had soon forgotten Penny's behavior with the bouncing and jiggling that accompanied a cleanup attempt.

It came back to Penny when, lunch finally finished, she bent over to get her bag and felt an odd pressure on her torso. It was her slightly-less-inflated stomach, just barely digging into the waistband of her jeans. At a sudden feeling of premonition, Penny stuffed the remaining rolls into her jacket pockets before heading to class. You never knew...

Two periods later those sudden hunger pangs struck again, almost out of nowhere: one second Penny was content and happy, listening to a history lecture, and the next her stomach was calling out to her in panic. After excusing herself to the bathroom, she devoured the rolls before leaning back against the toilet and breathing a sigh of relief.

Strange, she thought. Her stomach was pooched out a bit again. Not very much, not enough for anyone else to notice. But it was there.

Almost two periods after lunch, and Penny still had a tiny, firm belly.

She started hyperventilating. This was how Hannah had started! Just like this! Every once in a while, at first maybe once a day and then every few hours, she would get sudden hunger pangs, which was really her stomach telling her it wanted to be stuffed, absolutely. She would and it would quiet down for a while, but it would be noticeably bigger. This continued for months and months, until she was finally at the size she was now: huge.

Penny might get huge.

Penny was a preggo. A matron. A mutant.

NO.

Wait. No. Penny had fallen for this trap before. Penny had to remember that this was a dream. It had to be. It definitely was.

Then again, she had pinched herself that morning. That was how she was stopping herself from dreaming those wild fantasies. It had broken her out of her last dream, after all.

Maybe she had fallen asleep in class, though. Or maybe she was only dreaming now that it had hurt before, and it really hadn't.

Penny reached her hand across herself to her mostly-bare left arm, and she saw that her hand was shaking. She was in control of herself, she reasoned. And if this didn't hurt, or it didn't wake her up, this was real. She and her best friend were going to be preggos together!

She pinched.

It hurt.

She remained on the cold toilet, in the sterile bathroom, with her tiny, tiny stomach just barely making an impression against her shirt.

It wasn't a dream! Penny cheered silently to herself for a moment, almost standing up and doing a dance, before realizing what a fool she was being. It may not be a dream, but it might not be a mutation, either. It was best to wait and see.

The car ride home was silent and somewhat awkward, punctuated with tiny growls and whimpers from Penny's stomach. With each one a small smile passed across her face, and she realized she was subconsciously rubbing her tiny swollen pooch every few minutes.

They were nearly home when Penny at last looked at Hannah and saw a very annoying, knowing look in her friend's eyes.

"What is it?" she asked, not able to contain a smile. "Something up, Hanners?"

"I don't know," Hannah said, also grinning. "Do you think there is?"

"Maaaaaaybe," she drew out. "I'd feel like an idiot if it wasn't, though."

Hannah nodded. "Agreed. We both would."

"So we'll assume it isn't."

"Correct."

They pulled in front of Penny's home and sat silently for a moment, before both teens squealed and hugged fiercely.

"We can't be sure, though!" Penny called as she walked to the front door. "Maybe in a few days!"

"What can't we be sure about, honey?" Mrs. Parson asked from her work desk.

Penny just grinned. "Oh, nothing. Just dumb school stuff." Her tummy gave another rumble. "Um, when's dinner?"

***

The next morning, after Penny awoke, she was quite sure of what was happening.

It started before her eyes had even opened. The alarm was going off, but she lay with them closed, enraptured in her warm comforter and the half-memory of maybe a dream she had had. There was something nice that she was looking forward to, but she couldn't remember it.

Then there was that weird tight, itchy feeling on her chest. Like she had a rash, and the long t-shirt she slept in was just irritating it. She reached up to scratch while rolling out of bed and nearly died of shock.

There was something THERE. Under her fingernails, on her chest, and it wasn't just her nipples. It was soft.

Her eyes wide, Penny yanked the neck of the shirt as far as it would go and gazed down at her naked torso. Two tiny domes, just barely breasts if you could begin to think of them that way, were cheerily looking back at her, capped by her nipples. Only they weren't HER nipples: Penny's nipples were tiny and pink. These were a dark red, and, well, normal-sized.

And then, rising behind her new breasts (HER breasts) was a third half-dome, bigger and firmer-looking. Not super-big, not pregnant big, but there, like a wide, shallow bowl was underneath Penny's skin, slung between her hips.

She sighed in joy and relief and let the t-shirt fall back to her body, before looking over at the mirror to admire the new look. It was there that she had her third and final discovery: her shirt was wet. In two spots, directly over her tits, there were two patches of damp cloth, both maybe a quarter in diameter.

Only lactation could cause that to happen. Which meant that Penny was lactating. And since she wasn't pregnant, having not had sex outside of her dreams in over a year, there was only one explanation.

Penny pinched herself on the arm. Hard. Again and again. Each time her fingernails bit into her skin, each time it was a painful bite. She was a preggo. She wasn't dreaming.

But it was still a dream come true.

It was strange, Penny thought a half-hour later while she sat in the kitchen, waiting for Hannah and attempting to tame her hair. The whole revelation with her mom and G-Mom should have been a huge thing for her, should have been exciting and new. But after the dreams leading up to her realization that she was a preggo, after going through it twice, it just wasn't that interesting. She wondered, if there had been more dreams, she would have even remembered to bother telling them.

Not that she was sad she had. There had been tears of pride, promises of new clothes, wishes for the future. But she felt like she had seen it all before, even though she hadn't. Not for real.

When Hannah arrived there was more excited squealing and jumping up and down.

"This is so awesome!" Hannah spewed for the eleventh time on the drive to school. "If I hadn't been, you know, twelve when I first started showing, I would totally pull out all of my old clothes and we would have a total yard sale. But it's kind of even better that you're older, you know? Because you get way cooler clothes, and they'll last a lot longer!" She gave a sly look at Penny. "That is, unless you totally outgrow me."

Penny blushed and grinned. "Like that would happen! I'd have trouble moving at all." But her mind drifted to her dreams, both of which had left her completely Immobile. No way were they promising that, too? But they were just too weird! She had to tell someone!

So why not her best friend?

"Hannah, I have to tell you something crazy that's been happening to me for the last week..."

When the complete stories of both dreams were told, they had been sitting in the school parking lot for a good ten minutes. Hannah had wanted all of the details, and Penny, her face completely red from embarrassment, had given as many as she could. How feeling super-strong had felt, the weird golden rush of muscle growth, the secret training gym, the discovery that she was a pear, the popped seams and heavy steps, the amazing feeling of not being able to get up from the couch. All of it.

"Well, don't you see what this means?" Hannah exploded when it was over. "You knew! Somewhere deep down, you knew that you had a mutation!"

"Then why didn't I dream about being a preggo, Hannah?"

"Because you're goddamn lucky, that's why! You got to experience the other ones before you came to your true (and, by the way, totally awesome) mutation!"

Penny found herself nodding. "I guess that makes sense, in a dumb sort of way."

Hannah just grinned even wider. "Welcome to the way of the preggos, chick! You'll love it here."

The newly-christened preggo followed her friend into the school, watching the way that her skirt and billowing blouse shook and swayed with each waddling step, the way that her round, beach ball of a belly lead her everywhere, and couldn't help agreeing that she would.

"Right this way, kiddo," a warm voice said, taking hold of Penny's arm and yanking her off of the path. Before she knew it, she was in the white office of Mrs. Wight. "Got a call from your mom this morning, and it looks like you're joining the ranks, am I right?" Penny's mouth was almost hurting from smiling so much that morning, but she still returned the wide, soft grin of the nurse.

"Need me to prove I'm not really pregnant, right? Need to pee in a cup?"

"Not quite," the large woman admitted as she pulled out a funnel and a cup. "You have the first part right, but then we still need to prove you have the mutation, so I'll need to take a prick of blood." At Penny's crestfallen expression Mrs. Wight laughed. "Just a prick! What, did you think we'd somehow be able to examine your genes from your urine? Come on, into the bathroom."

Half an hour later Penny had a note excusing her from being late to homeroom and a signed paper saying that she was, indeed, a matron. She knew it was just a paper, that it was just certifying something she knew already, but it still filled her heart with something warm.

And speaking of filling her heart, her stomach was already complaining again, so she stopped by at the vending machine to pick something up for herself. Have to feed the beast, Penny thought to herself, happily.

***

The rest of Penny's day was broken up mostly by feeding sessions. The Hunger (as she capitalized it) would strike almost on the dot every hour and a half, and she did her best to make sure that a pastry or a fruit pie or doughnuts were there to compensate as quickly as possible. The only real hiccup came just before the end of the day, during her class with Hannah. There was a tightness in her chest, like a band was pressing down on her boobs, and it was gradually growing tighter and tighter...

After surreptitiously trying to brush whatever it was off of herself a few times, Penny realized what this was: the tell-tale signs of needing to be milked. It was a stupid thing to need, she thought to herself, with tits that wouldn't even fill half of an A-cup, but this was something she was going to need to get used to. With a thrill, she caught Hannah's eye and they both excused themselves to the bathroom, their teacher giving them both knowing looks.

"Okay," Penny said as she started unbuttoning her short sleeved shirt, "how do I do this?"

"It's harder when you have small boobs, because there isn't too much to get a hold of." Hannah was also taking her tent-like blouse off, probably just to make Penny more comfortable with her toplessness; it worked. However, it prevented Penny from looking at much other than those two huge balloons, both of them slightly bulging out of their maternity brassiere. At last she turned her attention to her own chest and found a surprise or two waiting there.

"They're bigger already," Penny said, not quite able to believe it. But it was true: they were bigger. So much bigger that, if they had been that size this morning, there would have been no question of breasts being there. Still not an A-cup, not for a little while, but big enough to at least somewhat fill Penny's hands. Maybe a girl's B, or a girl's BB? Do they even make girl sizes that specifically? She didn't know, but she could cup them a bit, and could see gravity having somewhat of an affect.

So it was true. These weren't just two tiny pads of fat on her chest. They were real breasts.

And they were also full of milk.

Following Hannah's instructions, Penny cupped her right breast in a way that left her fat, dark nipple poking out between her thumbs and fingers, and began a soft, slowly milking motion, keeping pressure against her breast. It didn't take very long at all, maybe two strokes, before something that she had never seen happen before started: a thin stream of milk beaded at her own nipple, just before dribbling off and into the sink.

It only took a few more sad little streams before Penny felt that her right tit was empty, so she swapped and milked her left one.

It didn't feel exactly good, per se, but it was strangely satisfying and comforting. She found herself humming with the second breast, a deep relaxation coming over her.

After she was done, Penny gave herself another look in the mirror before buttoning her shirt up over her braless chest. Funny; Hannah's boobs always looked noticeably smaller after she milked herself, but Penny's looked identical to when she had first disrobed. She looked over them with pride, then patted her firm little pot belly and returned to class.

That night was a blur of clothes and stores and advice from all over. Hannah tagged along with Penny's mom and G-Mom as they flitted between store, stocking up on things with elastic waistbands and maternity shirts, bras with those stupid little windows in all sizes, even an exercise ball so that Penny could be sure to keep her back strong, although Penny almost put her foot down at that one.

"Preggos are genetically built to carry their weight on their stomach and chests, Mom!" she said, stomping and silently loving the funny feeling of gravity on her own stomach and chest. "Just because you had problems with me when you were pregnant doesn't mean I will when I'm NOT pregnant!"

There was a whispered conference with Hannah that revealed that they were not only fun, but more comfortable to sit on than normal chairs at times, before Penny allowed it. "But just this one thing!"

Carrying bags of all shapes and colors, utterly exhausted, and, above all, full, Penny finally was allowed to retire. She milked herself first, of course, hearing an echo of Hannah's voice in her head to always milk before bed. "Soggy sheets," Hannah had promised. One final time Penny basked in her reflection, loving the firm and round, just-almost A-cup breasts on her chest, the sexy curve of her little belly. Her first real day as a matron was over, and she couldn't be happier.

***

The excitement for Penny really started picking up the following lunch, the Friday before the dance. Jason was still needling her about needing a date, and Penny was finally starting to give in. After all, with her elevated status as a girl with a pregnancy mutation, she was finally getting noticed around the school: boys were giving her looks, girls were giving her jealous glances.

"It's incredible," Hannah gasped between huge bites of her sandwich, thankfully taking Penny's mind off of the prospect of going to a dance with Jason. "You already look like a threety."

"A 3-D?" Penny asked. "What's that?"

"Your stomach. You look maybe three months pregnant. You're growing super-fast, just like in your dreams."

"In her dreams?" Jason asked, but nobody answered. Penny was too busy looking down at her belly, now safely hidden beneath a long wrap-looking jobby. It was sticking out, though, firm and full of food.

"Is it because I'm eating so much?" Penny asked, but Hannah shook her head.

"No, that's just for the growth energy. You metabolize it super-fast, from what I remember them telling me. Otherwise I'd be eating twice my weight in food every day, or something."

Penny cocked an eyebrow, because it almost seemed like Hannah DID eat that much per day, but she let it slide. "My boobs are skyrocketing, too," she admitted, admiring the shadows they were casting on her shirt.

"I noticed," Hannah said. "You wake up past the A-Cup threshold, or what?"

"Just past it!" Penny grinned. Her boobs were now good fits for her hands, definitely passing the pencil test, and with nice rounded tops from all of the milk. Hannah had been right: milking was way easier now that they were bigger.

Jason abruptly stood up from the table, his eyes jumping from chest to chest. "I, um, have to go," he said, and disappeared out the door, leaving the two girls collapsing into laughter.

"Actually," Hannah said, "I should go, too. Need to meet with my art group about our project. I'll talk to you later!"

Penny waved goodbye, sad to be left alone at the table, but not depressed like she used to be. No, she was happy just to be alone and be herself. Her growing, beautiful self.

A boy sat down across from Penny. It was Keith Whistler.

"Hey," he said, as casually as any boy could say. Penny's heart almost stopped.

"Ghhl," she said in response. He grinned, and then dropped the bomb.

"So, I have a dumb question, but you don't happen to have a date to the dance next week, do you?"

Oh god. Oh god. It was just like her dream. Only it wasn't a dream: Keith Whistler was asking her out! On a date!

Penny found her tongue. "No! No, I don't. Not at all. I wasn't even sure I was going."

His brows arched. "Oh, I hope you decide to. Because I think you're really cute, and I had that class with you last year and you seemed really cool—" (Penny sometimes still daydreamed about that class) "—but I was too nervous to say anything."

Keith Whistler? Too nervous to talk to her? As if! More like he suddenly noticed her growing tits and sexy, round stomach and realized no guy would have moved in yet!

But... but she couldn't say no. Not even if his reasons were completely cheap. And besides, he looked so earnest...

"Iwouldlovetogotothedancewithyou," she blurted, just before her cheeks erupted into burning fire.

Keith grinned. "Great! Um, I have to go to class, but I'll talk to you later? Maybe we could hang out this weekend, get to know each other before the dance?"

"That'd be amazing," Penny breathed, and he jotted a number down on a scrap of paper before disappearing into the school.

"Holy shit, did he just ask you out?" a joyful voice nearly shouted in Penny's ear. It was Caroline Greene, somehow sneaking up behind Penny. Then again, maybe Penny had been sitting there clutching the phone number for the past ten minutes and just hadn't noticed time passing. Caroline slid into the seat next to Penny. "Amazing amazing amazing! I knew you had it in you, girl!" Then, before Penny could respond, they had shared a hug and Caroline had slid back out of the seat and nearly skipped in joy away.

Habits being hard to break, especially in Penny's dazed state, her eyes followed the pear's bouncing behind as it left, and noticed something strange about it. She had been watching Caroline's rear for years, ever since it had made its first big appearance, and there was something off today. Her pants, normally just tight, looked painted-on, straining at the seams, and there was even a tiny muffin of fat around her waistline.

But who cared about that! Penny had Keith Whistler's number. They were going on an official date next Friday, and maybe an unofficial date tomorrow! Life could not be better.

***

Penny awoke the next morning like a switch had been flicked. Her arms were wrapped around her belly, now big enough to create a firm edge on the underside, and her breasts were aching to be milked. She sprang to the bathroom and squirted her fill into the sink, appreciating the new growth that she was seeing there: her hands were almost completely filled with tight, milky skin, their bulbous shapes fitting her palms perfectly.

She had called Keith the night before, unable to contain her excitement, and they had set a date for that afternoon. Well, not a date-date. Or maybe it was; Penny was hopeless in these situations. They were seeing a movie, at least, and then "hanging out" for the rest of the evening before he dropped her back home for dinner. "Hanging out" hopefully translated to "making out", but there was no way to tell.

And she only had about five hours to get ready! Not nearly enough time.

First there was the shower, then the picking out of clothes, then breakfast, then choosing the actual outfit, then removing the necessary components to milk herself, then getting dressed again, then doing her makeup, then wrestling with her hair. To Penny's surprise, she was able to get her hair into decent order for once in her life—maybe all of the rich food was doing something to it, but she was able to get it somewhat brushed and sleek-looking.

—then lunch then makeup again because she messed it up then some tweaks to her outfit then HOLY CRAP HE WAS THERE.

With two pecks on the cheek each for G-Mom and her mother, Penny was out the door and in the car of the captain of the football team.

"Hey Penny," he said, leaning back with his hand on the steering wheel.

"Hi, Keith Whistler," Penny stammered, and he laughed. It was a rich, welcoming laugh.

"Keith is fine," he said, and Penny nervously smoothed her shirt (two layers, one a long-sleeved blouse and the other a loose tank-top that showed off her new, but still small, breasts and belly) and tried to fold her hands over her skirt (a nice cream-colored, pleated job, that would hopefully fit her well at any stomach size) but just ended up wrapping her hands around the bottom of her stomach again. Well, that was alright, too.

In no time they were at the movie theater, and, as Keith took her hand and lead her through the lines, Penny stumbled after him in her one-inch heels, still not sure if it was a dream. They stared and looked at the listings for a while, before Keith turned and shined his milky-white smile at her.

"You know, none of these look good. I'd much rather just talk to you. You want to get out of here?"

A more grateful nod had never been made in the history of earth.

A half-hour later they were out on a hill, overlooking the town, sitting at a wooden picnic table. Keith had just finished telling her a brief history of how he was a complete dork in middle school before realizing he was good at sports, and Penny had done her best to laugh at all the right places. She was instead too enraptured with the twinkle in his eye, or the way his muscles moved beneath his shirt, and also with the firm, warm skin of her belly beneath her hands, and the way her breasts were absolutely aching to be milked.

Milked! She needed to be milked, big time. She didn't even notice that Keith's arm had mysteriously moved around her shoulders, that they were leaning their heads against each other, before Penny's eyes were darting around for an outhouse, a private spot, anything! A tree, maybe!

"Something wrong?" Keith asked, and Penny tried to shake her head and look normal, but instead her hands just gravitated to her chest, holding onto her breasts as if for dear life. "Uhm," Keith said, his face turning scarlet. "You don't need to—"

"I do!" Penny squeaked. "I'm sorry!" she squeaked again. "I'm still not used to scheduling this sort of thing."

Now they were both looking around, everywhere but at each other, for some kind of place she could safely relieve the pressure, but there was nothing in sight: they were on an empty, green hill, able to see for miles in any direction.

"I could just, you know, look away," Keith offered, and she turned to see that he was biting his lip and looking at the sky.

Biting his lip...

Instantly Penny felt something shift inside her as she saw his perfect lip, pursed and moist. She gulped and her whole body shifted in a strange direction: her nipples became super-hard, diamonds scraping against her bra which now felt super-tight. Even her panties felt strange, like they needed to come off, come off NOW.

"Maybe you could take care of it for me," Penny said in a husky voice that didn't sound at all like her own. She took two steps toward Keith, and her hips swayed in an almost drunken way, making the weight of her belly swing left and right.

A panicked look flew across Keith's face and he took a step back before bumping against the table. "No no no, see, this is why I didn't want to get involved with a preggo girl! If you think preggos are hotter than normal girls, everyone just thinks you're into them for the chance to get your dick lengthened a bit."

"Do you not want it bigger?" Penny asked, pushing him back against the table. Internally, she was shocked at herself: bossing around the captain of the football team, totally acting the part of the slut. But, as her stomach pressed into his, that shock gave way to the lust the rest of her was feeling.

"I wouldn't mind," he admitted, just before their lips met. When at last they broke away, minutes or maybe hours later, he continued as if nothing had happened. "But I mean, that's why I stayed away from your Hannah friend, even though she's really, really hot. But now you're apparently a preggo and I just can't—" their lips met again, and this time their tongues.

Beneath her belly, Penny felt his rock-hard erection trying its best to break through Keith's jeans. "You really like preggo girls, don't you, Keith?" He nodded. "And, while I think it's pretty strange you think I'm hotter than Hannah, one of the cutest girls I know, I can't fault you for picking me." As she said this, she flashed back to the other day, when she had spotted him peeking at her when passing in the hall. The thought disappeared from her mind when Keith gave another nod, this one more tentative. "So, I'll ask you just one more time: will you please, please, suck on my tits? I know they're small, and I know you might get made fun of for having a huge, awesome cock, but please, help me this one time."

He couldn't say no.

It wasn't Penny's first sexual experience, especially counting the strange ones in her dreams, but it was definitely her most erotic one: grinding and dry humping Keith Whistler's raging boner while he pulled and suckled at her heaving, leaking breasts, the warm, delicious milk trickling down his throat, and all the while Penny's round and full belly was stuffed between them.

The best feeling, the absolutely best one that Penny would ever remember and could ever imagine, was the feeling of warm, wet suction on her aching, burning nipples. The feeling of a brush of his tongue, combined with the wonderful feeling that milking in general gave her—it was too much. She would never milk herself again, she vowed. No way.

Then they switched to the other tit and just kept going. And when that was finished, she leaned down and their lips locked and didn't let go for another good hour.

Afterwards, sitting in the car, both of them panting and trying to recover, Penny finally asked what she had been wondering. "So... when will it grow?"

"I don't know," Keith admitted, once more his cool self. He shifted into drive and started back down the dirt road that had led them there. "I haven't really done this before." He shot a grin at her, and she returned it.

"Well," she said, lifting an eyebrow, "I'd be interested in seeing the results. Or maybe scheduling you for a second appointment?"

He chuckled. "You know for a fact that I'd love to, but we'll have to see if it fits into my schedule. Or, you know, into my pants."

She laughed all the way home. Halfway there, her stomach started growling again.

***

Most of Sunday was a blur. Hannah called her up early in the morning, rousing Penny from dreams she couldn't remember but she was sure were the hottest things around, to announce they needed to get dresses for the dance.

"I don't think I'll fit into anything that we get, by Friday," Penny said, not without excitement in her voice. She cast an eye over her reflection and made a quick diagnosis: her just-past-B-cup tits, round and bulging with her morning milk, were now comfortably bigger than she could hold in one hand; her stomach was now sticking out a few good inches, and a smooth seam was even forming where the curve of her belly met her hips. At this rate, assuming she'd keep growing, by the following Friday Penny would probably have trouble moving with full freedom, let alone fitting into anything she bought nearly a week before.

"I have a plan," Hannah assured her.

As it turned out, the plan consisted of not getting a full-on dress, but rather a nice skirt and then a few tops that matched it, each in different, increasingly circus-tent-like sizes. Even though she had been picturing herself as big as a blimp that morning in her attempt to get out of this charade, Penny was still floored by the size of the tops that Hannah piled into their cart. "How do we even know that these will fit my boobs?" she asked, arms outstretched as the blouse she was trying on ("to make sure it matches your hair") dragged the floor.

"Good point," Hannah said, and she bent over her own spherical tummy to begin lifting the sheets of cloth back over her friend's head. "But it looks like you're sticking to SPP."

Penny blushed at her fellow preggo's calculating gaze and covered her brassiere-covered breasts as best she could with her arms. "SPP?" she asked.

"Standard Preggo Proportions," Hannah grinned. "Most preggo's boobs stay about the same size relative to their belly. Example, moi," and she presented her boobs with a classic Vannah White flourish. "Both of these babies are around 1/3 the size of my amazing, sexy stomach."

Penny eyeballed her friend's assets and couldn't help but nod. "I guess I see what you're saying."

"And you, my inductee into the hall of big-ass bellies, appear to be following along the same lines. So we can plan for that, at least. We may not know how big you'll get, but we can guess how good you'll look doing it."

Later, on the ride home, Penny had a few other things bugging her. She put down the milkshake she was sucking on, something Hannah had unironically told her was just the thing to refuel after milking, and cast a wary eye at the various articles of clothing in the backseat: skirts, tops, giant brassieres, panties, shoes. "Some of those tops won't even fit you, Hannah. How big do you think I'm going to get?"

It was a baited question, whether Hannah knew it or not, and the silent, toothy grin that Penny got back was enough to send an erotic flame down her back. Just wait until Keith saw her on dance night.

Keith. Keith Whistler. Captain of the football team. It had been like a mantra, running through Penny's mind all day, making everything blend into each other. She could hardly remember what the outfits they had bought looked like, what stores they had been to, what they ate for lunch. All she could picture was him.

When they had escaped to a bathroom to milk themselves, their cart safely in the hands of a nearby security guard, Penny had been forced to come to terms that having someone "assist" her with milking was not going to be a common thing, despite her promise the day before to herself. She had made do with just imagining Keith there, his lips locked around her areola, his hand gently massaging her breast, his milk-soaked tongue gently brushing against her nipple—needless to say, she had gotten a little caught up in her fantasy and had nearly came.

Her mom and G-Mom had wanted a preview of what Penny would look like the following Friday, and so she agreed to try on the smallest of the tops that she had, along with the entire rest of the outfit, before dinner.

Everything was green, a dark green that Hannah had sworn would look great on Penny despite Penny never having worn it before, and she had to admit, once she was all assembled, her friend was right: it perfectly complemented her pale skin and bright red hair. The skirt, made of a loose and flowy material and falling to just above her knees, was the exact same shade as all of the tops. "If you put it on right, no one will know that this isn't a real dress," Hannah swore. It also had a funky waistline, one that was a lot higher in back than in front, which Hannah said would make a lot more sense once her bump was big enough. The top itself was sleeveless, with thin straps that elegantly wrapped down into the bust, and then had an absolute explosion of fabric, enough to encompass the entire world, it seemed. It also had a sash, which Penny supposed would, ideally, mask the separation between the two garments.

Right now it looked silly: the neckline was so low that you could see most of her boobs, and the front hung down almost to the hemline of the skirt. But by Friday...

Hannah had called this the "twinner" top, bought in case she only continued to grow out for a few more days. She was already a "sixer". And those other, tent-like tops were now carefully hanging in her closet, two of them reaching to the floor.

She brushed her hair and slipped into her low heels and walked down the stairs to the applause of her mom and grandma. Of course she looked good. And she would only look better as the dance approached.

Especially as the sharp pang of hunger abruptly stopped the modeling session for a quick change into sweatpants and a devoured meal.

***

"We have to stop meeting like this," Penny joked when she and Keith's lips at last unlocked. They were in a stall in the boy's bathroom, bent at an awkward angle over the toilet.

"I'm sorry," he gasped for air. "But I just saw you and..."

Penny had to admit that she felt the same way about him. Hell, she felt the same way looking in a mirror: her boobs were getting huge, a C-cup this morning, the size of two over-ripe melons that puffed up another half-cup every few hours, and her belly was now definitely its own being, a sphere of flesh that sat firmly on her hips. She had spent the morning masturbating after her milking turned into another erotic fantasy, although pleasuring herself had been difficult as she wanted at least one hand on her belly and one on her boobs.

Now she had an extra pair, and both were slipped into her shirt (an extra large t-shirt today) from different angles, fondling all the right parts.

"...how big are you today?" Keith finished his meandering thought.

"Do you want waistline measurements, or what?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes. Keith mock-scowled.

"You look almost big enough to, well, to have a baby," he said.

"Not quite," Penny said. "My mom guessed me at about seven months. But seeing as how it's now late afternoon, I'm probably eight by now."

"You grow that fast?"

She smirked. "Maybe even faster." She pushed herself against him, lifting a leg to mold herself to his side and let him feel the full pressure of her full stomach. Her shirt was lifted up, and the tight, pale skin of her belly was hot and smooth against his jersey.

Her leg also felt something else in his jeans. "Holy crap, you did grow, too!" she said. Keith blushed.

"Only an inch or so. Still a surprise yesterday morning, though."

At the thought of a ripe penis, an erection throbbing with adoration and lust, Penny's mind nearly shut down. "I need it," she whispered in his ear.

Keith shuddered in delight and hunger, but then gently pushed her away. "In a bathroom stall?"

"Then tonight?" she pleaded, but he shook his head again.

"I can't," he explained. "Football practice, and then my parents have this thing—"

"Tomorrow, then," she almost growled, and then she bent closer to his ear, letting her tongue gently flick against his lobe as she whispered. "And then, after I drain you dry, you can drain ME."

The promise was nearly enough to make both of the teens strip each other naked right there, but they had class to get to, and Keith was still level-headed enough to not let them go missing from class. He left the bathroom first, then tapped on the door when it was safe for Penny to come out. They traded kisses, as well as a briefly fondle, and parted ways, just as the bell rang.

Veronica Green was waiting around the corner, her arms folded over the mass expanse of breasts in front of her.

There was an odd look on the rich girl's face as she looked over Penny, which the preggo put off to jealousy. It was obvious: she wanted the football captain for herself. "Having fun being the center of attention?" the blonde spat. There was also something strange about her entire air. Something about her arms...

"Just having fun not being the laughing stock. Let me know how that works out for you," Penny said, pushing past the bigger girl. She missed on her aim, however, and instead of pushing Veronica's shoulder, she firmly planted into one of the giant and soft breasts of her rival. Both girls stumbled, Veronica nearly falling to the ground from the sudden weight of her own wheelbarrow-load of a chest, combined with a gaining preggo. Penny, blushing in genuine embarrassment for the first time in a week, shot off down the hallway, only distantly realizing that her jog was now more of a fast waddle.

"You're a jerk, Penny Pearson! Some day you'll realize it!" Veronica called after her.

Memories of the encounter soon faded as Money turned into Tuesday. Penny's schedule was becoming increasingly loaded: planning for the dance, daydreaming about Keith, milking sessions that were increasing in length, fantasizing about Keith, talking with Hannah about being a preggo, making out with Keith...

By the afternoon Penny was hot an uncomfortable in a million different ways. Her belly, now as round and as full as a teen mother's, ready to give birth, was pulling both her shirt apart at the seams and her stretchy maternity jeans. Her boobs were doing just as good a job, both of them full and ready to be milked and even bigger than they had been that morning when she had put on her first D-cup bra. Her panties were soaked with longing for Keith's undoubtedly engorged erection, her mouth was constantly salivating, and her heart, oh, her heart. It absolutely ached with young love.

The final bell rang. As fast as her feet could carry her, Penny waddled to the door, not even glancing at her friends.

Keith was waiting in his car, and they drove, nay, they sped to the meadow that had given them such privacy the previous weekend.

"I've been—" Keith started when they at last pulled to a stop, but he was immediately shut up by Penny's jumping embrace. She straddled the boy, the seat thankfully reclining as far back as it could go, so that her full belly could rest comfortably on his. A strip of flesh two inches wide poked out between her shirt and the elastic waist of her pants, and a tiny-seeming belly button marked the center of her maternity bump.

Before Keith could try to say another word, they were lip-locked again. Penny shrugged out of her t-shirt, then let the boy unhook her bra himself, which he did so with surprising ease. Next, between kisses, was his shirt, and they came together again, the only thing between their torsos still counting as part of Penny. She loved the contrast that the two of them made: his hard and carved chest and stomach, compared to her firm but still soft and jiggly breasts, and her hard but curved belly.

Somehow they got their pants off.

Penny sat there for a second, looking at Keith's member. When she and Jason had lost their virginity, she hadn't taken much time to consider the penis in question: it had just been a tool, a way to finally get through that threshold of adulthood. But now this was something she lusted after, had been dreaming about for not just the past few days, but years. She let it sit against the curve of her belly, feeling its red-hot temperature against her already warm torso. It was definitely bigger than Jason's, but not that large: Keith must have had a pretty average size before last week.

She giggled at Keith's strained expression. "Please?" he said, his chest hitching.

"Okay," she teased, lifting herself up with his help.

As she rode him, gently at first and then with building speed, she realized that they weren't wearing protection and that she wasn't on the pill. Wouldn't it be ridiculous be an actually pregnant preggo? It was already hard enough to tell preggos apart from non-preggo-but-still-preggo women. How big would she get? Just a tiny bit bigger, to account for the baby? As big as a house?

Her first orgasm started building up, and, before she realized what she was doing, Penny was leaning down and popping her bulging, milk-filled breast into her boyfriend's waiting mouth. The flow started immediately, and she came along with it.

Later, with both her breasts and his balls completely drained to their limit, they lay in each other's embrace, naked as the days they had been born. "I guess you'll be getting bigger now," Penny said sleepily. "I hope you don't mind."

"I have to keep up with you somehow," Keith shrugged, and they both laughed. It was nice, she thought. Almost too nice.

She reluctantly started pulling on underwear and clothes, Keith electing to just watch her fumble. She didn't mind: there was something stupidly erotic in the way that it was difficult to bend over to pull on her jeans, in the fight to pull her t-shirt over her bulbous boobs. He ran a hand over that wide strip of visible skin that her shirt had no hope of covering. It seemed wider than before, and Penny's breath caught at the idea that maybe she had managed to grow that much in just the past hour. But no. That was impossible.

"How big is too big?" she asked Keith.

"I've seen them pretty big," he said. "On the internet. Pictures from guys who married preggos. They just can't resist the drive to get bigger. Or the milk, I guess."

It took her a second to realize that he was still talking about himself, at the cock lying on his thigh that was mostly likely already growing, at least on the microscopic scale. By the next morning it would be bigger, probably a much greater amount than the last time, considering how much milk she had forced down his throat.

And then Penny realized that what he had said applied to both of them. "Bigger is better," she said firmly. "In pretty much all cases."

She was just glad that, finally, it was applying to herself, and not just to her stupid dreams or fantasies.

***

With two days to go until the dance, Penny pulled on the top that she had attempted to model for her mom and grandma three days prior, and found that it was too small.

She wasn't a twinner. Which meant that, soon, she would be even bigger than Hannah. Her best friend, the preggo that Penny had always thought was mind-bogglingly big for a matron, would soon be smaller than her in more ways than height.

Penny chuckled and tied the sash, liking the way that her tits were fighting to pop out of the neck. The E-cup bra's straps were wider than the straps of the dress, and she figured that it was supposed to be bra-less, but she would save that surprise for dance night. Instead she admired the way that they looked, two full spheres, both as big as her head. Milking them had been amazing, the full weight of just one sitting in her hands as she stroked and pushed on it a mind-blowing experience. It was so heavy and so big, and it was part of HER.

Just like her belly. It was wide enough to see it sloping out to the sides if she turned around. In fact, she couldn't help admiring how her butt was also growing a slight curve to it, her jeans showing off a nicely shaped bottom and hipline. It wasn't like she had put on weight there (her pear dream had been enough to forever familiarize herself with that sight), more like it had just reconfigured itself. Was it the overall lean of her body that did that? Or just a part of being a preggo?

Whistling to herself, Penny walked slowly to the door and manouvered down the stairs, said goodbye to her mom, and left for school.

When she came back, her top was undoubtedly ruined. Several inches of round belly was showing from underneath, the neck was being pulled apart by her huge breasts (which were undoubtedly flowing around her tiny bra), and threads had already popped on the sides. "By tomorrow, I'll be bigger than Hannah," she announced, a gleam in her eye.

"Watch what you wish for," G-Mom warned. Penny scoffed, but then accepted the help of the old lady up the stairs.

On Thursday morning she definitely was bigger than Hannah. "One day until the dance," Penny repeated to herself. It helped her get out of bed instead of just sitting there for hours, her huge stomach pushing her legs apart.

Pushing her legs apart. Mark that down for another thing Penny never thought she would have to deal with.

It was getting obscene, Penny thought to herself as she waddled around the room, gathering up clothing implements. Yesterday had started a new trend of looking back over her shoulder to find things, most of the time, and today marked the start of her body actually forcing her to do that: there was just no way of looking past her huge tits, sticking at least a foot in front of her face, and her enormous belly, sticking almost two feet out.

Her panties safely on, the front of them pushed almost down to her groin by the low-hanging curve of her stomach, Penny waddled out the door to the bathroom and milked herself. The sink was nearly impossible to shoot for anymore, seeing as how the counter would just cut into her torso, so she instead sat heavily on the edge of the bathtub and shot into its smooth porcelain side. Then she waddled back to her room (her stomach hitting first the edge of one door, and then the next) and dress herself. The bra and top were the easiest, the pants more tricky, but she made do, and eventually forced on some sweatpants.

Each staggered step, each swing of the weight, each bobble of her boobs, each brush against anything, nearly sent Penny into an orgasmic masturbation-fest.

Her arms didn't swing next to her, or attempt to steady herself, as she made her way around the house getting reading. Instead they were almost constantly under her shirt, rubbing against the taut skin there. Her belly button was almost beyond reach, but it was fun running her fingers over it and feeling the popped-out bundle of skin there bounce against them.

"You're looking more beautiful every day," her mom said, muffled in Penny's hair as she kissed the top of her head.

"Thanks, Mom," Penny responded. "Keith thinks so, too."

"When do we get to meet this hunk?" G-Mom asked from her usual spot at the table.

"I guess he'll pick me up tomorrow, assuming I can fit through the door."

Mrs. Pearson snapped her fingers. "Thanks for reminding me. I'll call the renovators today. Thank god for—"

"—government subsidies, yeah, yeah," Penny finished for her, getting a curious look.

Hannah nearly freaked out at the size of Penny, even though she had seemed pretty used to the idea at the end of the previous day. Penny was just in a haze.

The dance. The dance. The dance.

Even her brief meetup with Keith, squeezed in before History, was strangely blurry. Several sloppy kisses, some caresses, a very short appreciation of the bulge running down his jeans (had he said two inches the day before, or three? Bottom line, it was huge), then they were parted. There was too much to do, too many feelings and emotions and loving touches to feel.

When she got home, she scarfed down food, milked herself, collapsed onto her bed, reached around her gigantic belly for her groin, and masturbated into exhausted sleep.

***

Friday. Friday. Friday.

The dance.

The big day.

And by big, Penny certainly meant big. She was huge. Enormous. Impossible.

The door to her room was a squeeze that left red marks down the size of her naked stomach. She giggled at the thought that her boobs were even too big, but no, she was able to maneuver the right one up and slightly over the left one, as they sloshed and vibrated with heavy, creamy milk. After milking them into the bathtub, this time filling it a good inch or so, and rubbing some lotion onto the sides of her belly, Penny was able to fit through the door with a bit more ease. Then it was back into her room, to get dressed. She caught a glimpse of herself waddling through the room in her mirror, and couldn't believe how far back she was leaning, to compensate for her belly and chest. And Christ, was a chest it was.

She hadn't really noticed it when milking, being too caught up in the feeling, but now that Penny looked, her tits were ginormo. Her hand couldn't fit around a nipple, instead just wrapping around the dusky, coke-can-thick bump. Both areolae protruded out like smaller breasts on their own, much darker than they had ever been, and wider, too: cereal bowl-shaped, almost, but bumpy and sensitive. And they both capped her jugs. Her mams. Those two huge sacks of milk and lovely, lovely flesh that sat on her shelf of a belly.

Oh lord, her belly.

Penny tried sitting down to help her pull on some stretchy pants, but the weight of it just forced her legs apart, settling down into her lap and putting delicious pressure on her crotch. She jumped up before it turned into yet another masturbation marathon, but the weight was ridiculous and she spent a good ten seconds bouncing and jiggling to a rest. When she finally was still, Penny realized that she had been rubbing her hands over and over the taught skin of her stomach, only able to reach a small percentage of the surface area. Her belly button was out there, somewhere, far beyond where her arms could touch.

She finally got dressed, by some miracle, and went to school. It was all a blur of admiring looks and compliments and helpful movements, drowned out by the constant joy Penny felt at her condition, combined with anticipation of the dance. Even the revelation that she now qualified for a Large desk just went right over Penny's head. Then again, she had done it twice before, really: nothing new.

At home she vacuumed down food, milked herself, and then showered.

The shower was something else. Penny hadn't been bathing as often as she should have, what with all of the commotion, but one either showers before a dance or doesn't go. So she stepped into the bathtub, pulled the curtain closed, and had twisted the knobs behind her before realizing that, even standing straight and looking forward, both the shower curtain and the tiled wall were pressing in against the sides of her belly and breasts.

Giggling and shivering in delight, Penny let the hot water and suds wash over her.

The doors to the bathroom and bedroom had already been widened, so Penny didn't have to worry about her "dress" getting torn or stretched. Well, at least not stretched by the door: the largest top that she had now felt tight, even before she tied the sash. Then back to the bathroom, to put on makeup and do her hair. She was surprised that the trend she had noticed the week before continued, and Penny's hair, for the first time in her life, cooperated with exactly what she wanted. It pinned back where she wanted, knotted in just the right ways, and then even let the strands that she left loose hang into her eyes perfectly.

Penny admired herself in the mirror and, for perhaps the first time in her entire life, loved everything about how she looked. Her freckles, dusted across her nose and cheeks and the tops of her bulging, revealed breasts; her vibrant hair now made up in a very elegant, chopsticked bun; her amazing, still-growing body. All of it was perfect. All of it was waiting for the perfect guy.

He showed up a half-hour before the dance started. Penny had been in the living room, piriouetting as best she could for G-Mom, who, for once, was appreciative of Penny's state. "You're absolutely beautiful, child," the old lady had gasped at the sight of Penny slowly staggering down the stairs.

"You don't think it's too revealing?" Penny said, unable to hide her grin. There was at least a foot and a half of cleavage curving along the top of her breasts, directly in front of her face.

"You could be wearing a quilted comforter and it would be revealing on you, Pen," G-Mom had said, just before bursting into laughter.

But now the doorbell was ringing and Penny was waddling to the front, keeping careful balance on her low heels. "I'll be home really late, probably!" she called.

Her mom hugged and kissed her at the door. "Be careful and safe," she said, with strange emphasis on the latter. Penny nodded and waved, before opening the door to reveal Keith.

Keith was... breathtaking. His tuxedo was a perfect fit, the soft green of his vest and tie a perfect match to Penny's, and the corsage that he presented for her to put on her wrist complemented them both. And yet there was something eerily familiar to him, something that gave Penny déjà vu before she promptly forgot it.

They got into the car and drove, slowly and with lots of kissing and petting, to the dance. Penny had to put the seat all the way back.

The dance was a madhouse. The entire gymnasium floor was taken up with girls of all shapes and sizes, all of them dragging along their expensively-dressed dates. Staff chaperones were either crazily dashing around, doing their best to discourage public displays of over affection, or were absolutely oblivious to all about them, bobbing their heads to the DJ's music and sipping at punch.

A bit of the old Penny poked through at the sight. "I, um, just realized that I don't know how to dance at all, and especially not like this."

"Then we can mingle," Keith reassured her, giving Penny a squeeze of his hand. "And if there's a song that just seems perfect, let me know."

And so they mingled. "Love your dress!" a bunch of girls shouted at Penny as they passed by, and Penny blushed and did her best to stammer a response. She felt like an absolute whale for the first time in the past few weeks, constantly bumping into people's backs or sides. Not that she didn't have an excuse: Penny did stick out two or three feet in front of herself. But still, it was embarrassing to see dancers whip around, angry at whoever had thrown off their groove, only to suddenly break out into a smile and a blush at the sight of Penny.

"I told you nobody would know it wasn't a dress," there came a murmur in Penny's ear. She immediately grabbed the speaker in a bear hug, and their twin pregnant bellies pressed against each other.

"You're absolutely right," she said to Hannah, and they grinned at each other.

"Hey, hey, don't crush my date," Jason said from behind the slightly smaller girl.

Penny looked from friend to friend, not sure what to make of this. "You agreed to go with him?" she finally asked Hannah, who shrugged.

"He seemed pathetic."

There was a quiet cough from behind Penny, and then Keith stepped forward, his hand extended. "Hi, I'm Keith Whistler. You're Hannah, right?"

Hannah immediately lost her voice and burned a bright red, but they shook hands and managed to share a few small talks before Jason, a jealous look on his face, put an arm around Hannah and led her off. Penny watched them go, a very strange feeling in the pit of her stomach at the pair of them that she couldn't quite place.

Then they were off mingling again. Virtually everyone in Penny's life was there, it seemed: Laney dragging around a cute boy who didn't seem to know what to do with almost 400 pounds of excited girl; Veronica with her entourage of girls in this strange toga-like dress, which made her already huge tits look like they were dragging on the floor; Caroline in an uncharacteristically form-fitting dress bumping hips with almost anyone who passed by.

Suddenly the song ended and the lights turned to a dark purple, just before a slow acoustic guitar started. Penny recognized it as a perfect slow-dance song, and she couldn't put the opportunity away.

"Alright, lover-boy," she sighed, taking Keith's hand. "Let's try this."

To her surprise, Keith didn't try for any traditional ways of dancing that would have only embarrassed them. No standing face-to-face with his arms wrapping around her belly, no hands awkwardly held on shoulders. Instead he just led her out into the crowd and then pulled her back into his chest, folding his arms across her front. It was genius, really: it let them slowly rock back and forth to the beat, as close to each other as possible, and still felt like dancing. Penny leaned her head back into his chest, enjoying the weight of his arms on her shoulders and the tops of her boobs. Even though she must have had more mass than him, she felt comfortable and safe there.

Keith leaned his head forward and kissed the side of her mouth, then they met full-on the lips. Penny let herself fall even more backward, putting all of her weight onto her boyfriend, and felt a red hot gun dig into her back. Holy crap, was that his dick? He must be wearing industrial-strength underwear to hold that thing in! Then again, her erect nipples should, by all means, have been cutting through her bra and silky top.

They rocked back and forth, alone in their world. And when the music stopped and a more upbeat song came on, Keith whispered. "You want to get out of here?"

"Oh god, yes."

***

Five minutes later they were half-naked, making out in the old weight-lifting room. "How did you know this place existed?" Keith asked, but Penny refused to explain. By all rights, she shouldn't have: that was in a dream. She didn't have time to bother trying to justify it to herself, though: she wanted to be having sex with her perfect lover. And so they did.

With Keith's help, Penny's straining bra came off and hit the floor in a bundle. Thick blue veins ran through them, and she could tell from the puffiness of her nipples and the pressure building that she would need to be milked soon. "Later," she giggled, and used her weight to pull Keith to the floor. His pants came off next, revealing that there was indeed a bazooka in his boxers. "Holy crap," Penny gasped, kneeling forward so that her stomach rolled across the ground and her hands reached for the elastic. "How much bigger did you say?"

"I'm at like 10 and a quarter," he said, gritting his teeth as she pulled off his underwear. It looked so much bigger than that: this was far different from last week, with his six inches of pride, and a world different from Jason's roll of quarters. This seemed to scream PENIS, jutting out from a trimmed patch of pubic hair. It was as thick as Penny's wrist, an angry purple in the dim lights, sitting above two big, juicy balls. "I think they're getting bigger, too," Keith grunted at her stare.

"Oh, god, I don't care," Penny said. "I want it in me." She crawled on top of him, her hot stomach slipping across his smooth, sweaty skin. Then a hot tongue hit the underside of her huge belly, distracting her from her lust for his penis. The tongue was met by two hands, running across her stomach and rubbing it, pleasuring it. Penny's eyes rolled back into her head, and, before she knew it, she was rolling sideways off of Keith. He cradled her stomach, spooning it, letting his red hot dick press up against it as he worshipped her belly. Then he was moving up, up, licking and petting, pulling Penny into a kneeling position again, until he was removing her hands that had been busy massaging her engorged breasts and he was taking over. Pressing and brushing and tweaking, then licking around her areolae, wetting her down, licking up the sweat. Then latching onto a tit—

"No!" Penny said, lightly slapping his hand. "Not yet! First fuck, then suck!"

Keith just laughed and gave her a long, drawn-out kiss, before moving behind her and gently pushing forward. Penny rolled onto her belly again, letting it take all of the weight, and found that her tits, heavier than bowling balls, bigger than globes, and unrestrained by her bra, were just brushing the ground.

She gasped when he entered her, and then cried out a tiny bit when it moved from a pleasant sensation to a painfully confined one. He was just so thick, so crazily thick, and there was just so much of him. He slowly, carefully pushed in, just letting her take a little at a time, and it was almost too much.

Almost.

Through the pain, Penny couldn't help feeling a fulfillment. A deep-seeded longing for more. And even though it hurt, hurt in a way she had never felt, she felt a strange disappointment when she felt Keith's thighs meet hers, felt his hands on her hips slightly unclench.

But then they were rocking together, the burning heat inside her starting to slip in and out, and it stopped hurting so much. And it just started feeling amazing. Stars were bursting in front of Penny's eyes, and her breaths were coming out in ragged gasps that were only met by Keith's, and her stomach beneath her was burning in a mind-wipingly good fire.

And, finally, Keith was erupting within her, a hot, gooey mess spraying the inside of Penny like a spurting fire hose. She felt his gunk dripping out of her, falling like napalm on her calves.

Then she was flipped over, her breasts rolling off of her chest and resting on the floor, and Keith was on her, too, his lips locked as best they could around one massive teat, his hands working the flesh. And Penny was lost to the world.

Some time later she came to. They were both naked, spooning on a workout mat that was still sticky with semen and spilt milk. Keith's limp penis was somehow caught between Penny's thighs, and she could feel something soft pressing into the small of her back. She sleepily felt around behind her and found that it was soft, taught flesh. It flinched at her touch, and then Keith's hand was holding hers.

"I guess it pales in comparison to you," he said.

"What is it?"

"Well, I kind of drank everything you had. Almost every drop. I'm kind of full."

Penny giggled and scooted away from him as best she could before pushing herself to a sitting position. It was so much harder to do than it had been earlier, but she attributed it to her exhaustion from the night of fucking. She turned to look at her boyfriend, still lying on the mat, and saw his own bulging stomach.

"Oh my god," she gasped. "You're going to get so huge."

"Is that excitement I detect in your voice?"

Penny growled. "You betcha." She glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost three o'clock. "Come on, my mom is going to kill me."

After a brief struggle to stand, Keith helped Penny pull on her top, revealing another surprise: it didn't fit. It didn't just not fit well. It was far too small.

"Well, I knew it would only temporarily work, anyway," she said, flippant, but there was another thrill of excitement through her. Growth was picking up.

Hoo boy, was growth picking up.

***

Sneaking up the stairs had been next to impossible, especially with her belly scraping both the wall and the banister, and the fit through her door had been wide enough, and her bed had only complained somewhat loudly, but Penny had made it home alright and had managed to avoid a screaming match. When she finally woke up at noon, though, she knew that ever sneaking anywhere would be impossible.

"Mom," she called downstairs, "you better call the Immobile people."

There was a crash of dishes, and footsteps tearing upstairs, and Penny found herself face-to-face with her mother and grandma. And what they saw was the sight that had greeted Penny upon waking.

A huge, elongated sphere was stretched out before the preggo, covering her lap and most of her legs. It pressed out to the sides of her as well, a few inches hanging off of the side of the bed. Penny was sitting up, but her face was almost being smothered by her breasts, which seemed to have at last slowed down some of their growth. She was holding them down and out of the way of her mouth, but it seemed the pressure was just forcing milk out in streams.

And Penny sat there, grinning.

At G-Mom's insistence, the two elder women helped Penny to her feet, and the three of them shuffled to the door, but Penny's guess that she wouldn't fit through proved true, so they retreated back to the bed, where Penny rested and ate for the remainder of the day.

Sometime around dinner, after a very lengthy conversation with the "Immobile people," there was a frantic knocking at the front door, followed by it bursting open and sprinting up the stairs. Keith nearly tripped in the doorway to her room, before he spied Penny and his eyes grew to the size of dish plates.

By that point she was even bigger. Her belly was reaching almost to her outstretched feet, and her legs had almost permanently fallen asleep. Penny knew that if she wasn't going to be suffocated by her boobs, she would have to move sideways to let her belly rest on the floor. She was pretty occupied, however, with the constant feeling of growing and stretching bigger, and the constant eating, and the constant milking.

Keith saw this scene and his pants tore a seam from his forming erection.

"Hi Kei—" Penny started, trying to make a sardonic grin, before she spied the bulge running down his leg. It almost distracted from the huge, uncomfortable-looking mound crammed into his pants below his belly. "His balls," she thought distantly.

The door closed and locked behind Keith, and the two teens came together again.

Separate hours melted together into an orgy of licking, nibbling, sucking, kissing, and everything in between. Keith fed her, constantly running his hands over her growing bulky of a tummy, hefting her breasts, and she fed him: by the time he had been there an hour his stomach was once more popping out above his pants.

But under his pants was where the real surprise hid: almost two feet of burning hot dick, ready to stroke across her body, to wedge between her fat breasts, to be held and pulled by her hands. And it, like her, would just be getting bigger.

Did they sleep? Who knew. There was so much sex and food and milk that maybe they just stayed up all night, watching Penny grow bigger together, gasping as Keith's limp penis at last touched the floor while he sat on the bed. She was sitting up when a knock came at the door Sunday afternoon—sitting by necessity: even in that position, with her stomach resting firmly on the floor, it was taller than her, pushing out across the room. Her arms were permanently folded in front of her, holding down her breasts which were too wide to reach around. Giggled, Keith was licking up along one tit, cleaning the loose milk off of her.

"Who is it?" she asked, her voice quivering. Oh god, she could feel herself creeping across the floor, feel dirty clothes being pushed by her belly. She was still growing, growing wider and bigger. Now she was bumping up against the opposing wall...

"Penny Parson, I'm from the National Immobile Agency," the female voice on the other side of the door said. Penny was trying to pay attention, she was, but now Keith was straddling her from behind, his gigantic balls pushing up against her naked butt, his unraveling penis slowly getting harder and firmer as it straightened out along the side of her belly.

"Yes?" Penny asked as her eyes rolled into her head.

"Well, miss, we need to ensure that you qualify for being classified as an Immobile. Once we have the necessary documents and measurements made, we can transfer you to our facility to oversee the remainder of your education, as well as making sure that you keep healthy and happy."

Penny moaned as her stomach hit another wall. She wasn't just creeping forward, now: she was absolutely blowing up, growing bigger and bigger. She let her face get buried in her two hard, leaking breasts, and wrapped her arms around the near side of her stomach. "That does sound nice..."

The voice remained calm and disconnected. "Good. But I need you to let me into your room, so we can start this process. I understand that you have a boyfriend in there with you, and, if what his parents and your parents have told me is true, he might qualify for our male division soon enough. But I need you to let me in."

"How about I bring down a wall for you?" Penny moaned. The cold doorknob was pressing into her stomach at one end, at the other end she could feel her mirror being squeezed against the wall. The room was full, absolutely full, of preggo belly, and Penny was orgasming again and again as she felt everything. She could feel the floor, three walls, and the ceiling against her stomach, and it was just pressing tight and tighter. She was filling the room up 100%, and still growing, and all it felt like was heaven.

Although, a strangely clear thought crept into her head. Shouldn't it be pinching? Sure, it felt good, growing always did, but when you're too big for the room you're filling, shouldn't your tummy feel pinched somewhat?

Shit.

Penny woke up in a seated position in her bed, skinny as a rail and pissed beyond belief.

***

"So you've been dreaming these, what, every night?" Hannah asked at lunch.

"Not every night," Penny sighed. "I mean, I've only had three. But they all seem so real. Like those nights last for weeks. Only they're getting more and more realistic, and lasting even longer. In fact, I could have sworn that I had told you about them, but that must have been in the last dream I had."

"Weird. Why don't you pinch yourself or something?"

Penny rolled her eyes. "Tried that last night. Over and over again. It seemed too good to be true, you know? And it's not like I wasn't sure I was dreaming."

"But that didn't work?"

"Nope. Woke up with a line of pinch marks down my left arm. I must have felt the pinching and assumed I wasn't dreaming."

Hannah tapped her fork against her cheek, gazing across the cafeteria. Her momentarily misty look afforded Penny another glance down her halfway unbuttoned blouse; that bra was definitely overflowing. "I'm not sure pinching yourself to wake up works that way..."

"Well, anyway," Penny continued, tearing her jealous gaze away from her friend's chest, "that didn't work, but being pinched by something else did."

"How so?"

"I realized that I wasn't feeling anything, then I guess it all clicked into place, and I woke up."

Hannah snapped her fingers. "Well, there you go. I am now your official pincher." She reached across the table, distracting Penny as her huge boobs smooshed against the plastic top, and pinched the unsuspecting girl on her freckled arm.

"Ow!" Penny cried.

"There you go. Not a dream."

"Well, of course it isn't," Penny responded to Hannah's grinning face. "Nothing awesome is happening. I'm just plain old me."

"That's awesome enough," Hannah chided her, before picking up her tray to go dump off. "I need to milk myself before class. I swear these babies are going to pop a few buttons or something."

"I know how that goes," Penny muttered, before realizing that, no, she didn't know. She had only dreamt it.

And that was how the rest of her day went. When walking she would realize that she was leaning way back, taking stupidly small steps. In a few of her classes she almost plunked down into a Large desk before correcting herself. When she saw Keith Wheeler in the hall, he only gave her a brief glance before moving on. Nothing more than he had ever given her.

Except for that one time. Assuming that had been before she started dreaming. It WAS Wednesday, right? Meaning gym.

Gym where Penny was perfectly able to do all of the usual stuff. Running. Crunches. None of it came naturally to her, fueling a burning fire in her muscles. None of it made her ass jiggle and bounce without stopping. None of it was impossible to do on account of an ungodly amount of breast flesh.

She was just Penny.

"I've been thinking," Hannah said on the way home.

"That's weird," came the automatic response from Penny, which was quickly silenced by a look.

"You said that you've only dreamt about each mutation once, right?" She ticked them off on her fingers, no small feat to do while driving. "Lifter, pear, preggo."

"Sure."

"Well, what about feeder? why haven't you dreamt about that?"

Penny rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't jinx it." Her protests were drowned out, though, by a growling stomach. "See what you did? I probably fell asleep in the car."

There was a sharp pain in her arm, and she looked up to see Hannah beaming at her. "Dream check! Hurt?"

"Yeah," Penny admitted. "But I'm usually hungry by, you know, dinner time."

"Just saying," Hannah sang. Penny had no idea what Hannah was supposed to be "just saying," though a small spark of hope ignited in her.

Dinner, however, went down like normal, satiating a disappointed Penny with the usual paltry offerings.

***

It wasn't until the next day, in the afternoon, that Penny started wondering about the idea that her dreams had been building up to something.

The look that Hannah had given her the previous evening had been bugging her. Why had she been dreaming about the different mutations? Was it leading somewhere? Was her brain telling her something? And what was it?

There was only one mutation left, after all. Some of the girls saw feeders as kind of the end-all of mutations: feeders got big hips, big bellies, and big boobs. The only mutation that misses out on is lifters, which nobody really liked, anyway. They were also the most likely to become Immobile, since they put on weight faster and more commonly than other mutations. So it would make sense for Penny to become a feeder, after those dreams. It would be kind of like preparation.

Especially if she became an especially huge feeder. One that just never stopped growing. One that took up an entire building on her own, an entire city block! Her huge tits, heavier than Greyhound busses, would sit proudly on a belly too big to fit inside the gymnasium. Her arms would be unable to move anywhere beyond a few inches, with the fat in them forcing her to hold her hands almost straight out. Her ass would spread out behind and to the side of her, massive and soft and round, completely overtaking her legs. All over she would be a mountain of quivering, hot flesh, with food being carted in from all over the world to keep her from starving.

All of it foreshadowed by her silly, amazingly realistic dreams.

Penny bumped into Caroline, having completely forgotten that she was walking to class, and nearly made the Pear drop her gym shorts.

"Oh hey, Pen!" the friendly girl said. "What's up? Fall asleep walking?" She placed a hand on one prodigious hip.

"Something like that," Penny said, brushing a frizz of hair out of her eyes. "What's with your gym shorts?" The pair of bright blue shorts struck a memory in Penny somewhere. Had she dreamt about them? Borrowing them, maybe? It seemed like months ago.

Caroline just rolled her eyes and waved them. "Grew out of them! Guess I'm not done packing on the inches just yet."

This caused Penny to have yet another flash of déjà vu. She had definitely dreamt about that, just last night. Not exactly the bit about gym shorts, but Caroline's butt had looked bigger when she walked by. And now, looking at it properly, she could see that there seemed like a bit more of a shelf for Caroline's hand to sink into.

Realizing she was staring, Penny blushed and looked at the floor, drawing another laugh from the pear. "Don't fret, I know I look good." And, with that, Caroline turned and walked away, making sure to bounce a bit with each step, causing her new, still tight gym shorts to reveal their extra-large enclosing.

Oh, yeah. Caroline was definitely bigger back there.

So what did that mean? Penny didn't know, but it was curious enough that she didn't even realize that she was feeding quarters into the vending machine, excitedly waiting for her potato chips to drop. Her stomach was growling again, an insistent hum against the buzz of the day.

It was only that night, waiting impatiently for her mom to bring the lasagna to the table, that Penny looked back over the day and realized she had been eating constantly. She dug into her bag, still slung across the back of the chair, and realized that it was full of potato chip bags. How had she not noticed? Was that possible? People don't just eat all day and not realize it, filing away the fact into the backs of their minds. But Penny apparently had.

She eyed the huge slice of lasagna she served herself, paying no attention to the comments from G-Mom, and dug in. It filled her up completely, and it felt so good.

There was no way. Penny was going to need a pinch from Hannah the next morning.

***

"Ouch!"

"Still not a dream," Hannah sang before punching down on the accelerator. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm not sure," Penny responded, rubbing her arm where it was still stinging. "I've just been eating an awful lot." That wasn't quite all, but Penny didn't want to admit anything out loud. The truth was that , just after waking up, she had gone over every inch of her body in the mirror, and could have sworn that she had put on a tiny amount of weight. Just the tiniest bit. But no, her clothes had fit perfectly fine, and maybe she was just finally getting this "water weight" everyone always talked about. It would be stupid to mention to anyone else.

"Hmmm," Hannah said, in an annoyingly knowing voice.

It was almost assuredly entirely in Penny's head. She was absolutely firm on this: there was no way that she was a feeder. The coincidence would be too much! And yet, as the day went on, it was increasingly clear that her hunger was not letting up. It seemed like her stomach was an empty well, getting small coins and offerings tossed into it, but still yawing wide. Maybe a half-hour after she stuffed her mouth with greasy potato chips, maybe 45 minutes, she would feel that familiar rumble again.

It made her feel stupid, how she continued to compare everything to her dumb, lying dreams, but they were the closest experiences she had to this to look at, and they were just so easy to parallel: when she was a lifter, the need to eat only came after her workout sessions, probably to help her build up her muscle growth; when she was a preggo, it came in sharp waves every few hours which probably, now that she thought about it, mirroring her need to milk herself. The only thing close to this constant need to eat was when she had been a pear, but that had only started toward the end of the dream, when she had been almost palpably growing.

But those were dreams! Penny had no idea what it was really like to be a pear or a lifter or a preggo, and she still had no idea what it was like to be a feeder. Maybe her metabolism was just kicking into high gear, for some reason.

And yet, there was still that double-crossing part of her that hoped that she was a feeder, that was desperate for it. Maybe not one that would be Immobile, but at least a few pounds. At least enough so she and Laney could hang out, compare weight gains, go bra shopping together. So she and Penny could have mutations together, have another thing in common. So she could finally have something special about her, not something teased in dreams and sleep.

Lunch flew by, and Penny devoured everything on her tray, to Jason's astonishment and Hannah's delight. The rest of the day was a blur, punctuated by stinging hunger quelled by snacks and junk food.

When at last Friday was over and the kids were released for the weekend, Penny had a new idea. A two-pronged attack against her rebellious mind, and also a way to find out more about her predicament:

Research.

It was simple, really. She had seen it all the time in books and movies and such: when you're dreaming, your brain obviously supplies everything in the dream: even books and the internet were somehow formed from your subconscious. But if you hadn't actually read the books in question, then there was no way to gain new information! Right? So Penny would do some heavy-duty research on the history of mutations, try to find if anyone had ever experienced these crazy, realistic dreams to such a strange extent.

The chances of finding anything fruitful were slim to none, but Penny didn't really have anything better to do.

Saturday morning Penny woke up bright and early, threw on some comfortable pants and a loose shirt, and biked to the library, where she checked out everything she could find on mutations. Most of the books seemed pretty old, mostly from the fifties and sixties, but there were always new things being published and theorized and experimented on. There were a good amount of biographies by some of the more famous Immobiles, including one by the most famous Feeder ever: Harriet Fischer.

Penny dropped all of them on a table and very gingerly opened the first cover. She was almost scared to look at the page, as some nagging part of her brain insisted it would be blank. Through squinting eyes, she pulled the flap of cardboard open, and revealed a page full of words: a brief rundown of how the Mutations had first started appearing.

Sighing with relief, Penny dug in.

***

Several hours later, Penny had gained almost no ground in terms of her actual curiosity about her problem. The books were full of things she had pretty much known, in terms of the actual history of B-Day: the history of the increase of the brassier trade, the known scientific facts about the differences in mutations, a lot of scientific gobbledegook in terms of genetics. Nothing about dreams or anything like that.

The Harriet Fischer autobiography was interesting. It was entirely dictated, as, judging by the picture on the back of the book, there was no way Mrs. Fischer would ever be able to type. She sat heavily on the back cover, her enormous body wrapped in an elegant dress that could double as a blanket for a parking lot. Scale was nearly lost in the picture, but her tiny, beautiful face was sitting in a sea of green and red fabric that must have been forty feet wide, her arms uselessly pushed to the side by her mountainous breasts and propped up by her end-zone-wide hips.

Harriet had apparently started growing when she was around Penny's age, waiting to be a senior in high school before discovering her mutation. Unlike Penny, she had already had a decently large pair of boobs before her mutation came to fruition, and that had actually been what clued her in that something was going on: when they started ballooning up again, along with her increasing and insatiable appetite.

There was a single line that caught Penny's eye: "I had literally dreamed for this moment my entire life." "Literally" was a strange word to use. Did she really mean that dreams had foreshadowed her mutation's appearance? Impossible to say, with how people threw that word around, nowadays.

"Excuse me," came a stern voice from behind Penny, and the girl turned to see an equally-stern-looking librarian behind her. "We don't allow outside food in here. How long have you been eating that?"

"Eating what?" Penny asked, before realizing that a box of granola bars was in her lap, and an open one was halfway to her mouth. What the? Where had this even come from?

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." And, before Penny knew it, she was being shoved to the door, her non sequitur box of granola bars clutched in her arms.

It was definitely a strange occurrence, but the fact that the books all were full of information seemed to point to this not being a dream. Besides, the granola bars were awfully tasty, Penny concluded on the bike ride home. Anyway, if she was a Feeder, would she really be fine with biking around? Wouldn't it tire her out?

The rest of the evening was spent with G-Mom and Mrs. Parson, eating everything that came within reach. It must just be a growth spurt, Penny reasoned.

***

The next morning she was woken by her cell phone ringing. "Hellooooooooo?" came the cheerful cry of Hannah through the speaker. Penny winced and held the device at arm-length before bringing it back to her ear.

"Hannah? What do you want?"

"We need to get dresses for the dance, silly!"

Penny rolled her eyes. "But we're not going with anyone. Why would we need dresses?"

"Because we'd look really dumb being the only girls without dresses, Pen! Keep up!"

A sigh pushed itself out of Penny's lungs as she tried to get her frizzy hair out of her face. "I phrased that wrong. When I said 'we're not going with anyone' I meant that we're not going, perio—"

"See you in fifteen! We have a full day ahead of us!"

Hannah didn't lie. It was, indeed, a full day. They must have gone to fifteen different stores, looking at dresses all over, backtracking, trying on more, talking about everything, stopping to fill back up on food, and continuing. It was the sort of stuff that Hannah absolutely died for, but Penny couldn't really care less.

At every shop that they stopped at, Hannah would gather up armloads of clothes and combinations and dresses and disappear into the dressing room, all the while egging Penny on to try a few herself. Penny would just roll her eyes and insist that she was having fun watching Hannah and helping her friend out. The truth was, all of the weeks of dreams of getting clothes and trying them on were rather wearing her out.

They stopped for a late lunch at 2:00 and stocked up on food at a McDonald's, where Penny got a couple of Big Macs.

"What do you know about Harriet Fischer?" Penny asked through mouthfuls, ignoring Hannah's amused glare.

"What, like, the Immobile? A feeder, right?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know. What, do you want how much she weighs? I'm not a walking encyclopedia." A drop of ketchup landed on Hannah's stretched t-shirt and she did her best to dab it up, sending her watermelon breasts bobbling against her taut stomach.

Penny shrugged. "I don't know. I was glancing through her biography and there wasn't much encouraging in there."

Hannah stopped. "Her biography? Man, you are serious about this feeder thing, aren't you?" A grin spread across the preggo's face. "And you have been putting away the food!"

"That's just a coincidence," Penny said, blushing. "Probably" she added in a much smaller voice, but Hannah heard it like a scream.

"'Probably'? You haven't weighed yourself or anything? Oh, we have to get you measured at the next place we go to!"

Before Penny knew it they were in a Macy's dressing room, pulling off Penny's sweatshirt and jeans, making Penny sweat that they would force her shirt off and reveal that she hadn't even worn a bra to cover her no-chest. Thankfully, the woman with the measuring tape saved her modesty. "Denim we can't measure through, cotton we can," she said before pulling the tape around Penny.

"Let's see here," she said measuring along, "that's a 30 hip, a 26 waist, and, hmm, 29 over and 28 under is probably a really small 32 AA-cup or so."

"AA-cup?" Penny asked. "What?" Her hands flew to her chest, giving her an odd feeling of familiarity, and she almost started feeling herself up before realizing that two extra sets of eyes were on her. The staff member gave a cough that sounded like a chuckle before excusing herself, her own heavy C-cups showing off six inches of cleavage.

Once the dressing room was empty Penny pulled her t-shirt over her head to stand in just her panties and once more prodded herself in the chest. Hannah stooped down for a closer look, her own endowments swinging into Penny's stomach. A soft pad of flesh was hidden behind each of Penny's nipples, just barely making the skin extrude.

"That's not normal for you, girl!" Hannah said, making no attempt to hide that what was "normal" for Penny was sadly flat.

"No, it isn't," Penny said. She also didn't dare mention the other part that wasn't normal: the slight curve of her belly over her waistline, and the way her panties actually fit her smoothly instead of hanging off of her hips. A 26-inch waist? That was about an inch more than normal, and 30 hips were two more down there, too! What was going on?

In the excitement, the girls failed to ever get Penny a dress, and it seemed like Hannah walked out with two more outfits than originally planned. But Penny's mind was swimming, lost in a haze of excitement. It had been building up to something. It must have been!

Time would tell, she said to herself, sucking down a soda from a gallon cup.

***

The next morning she was sure of it.

Before going to bed, Penny had conducted what she had ritualistically done in so many dreams before. She pulled out her mirror and stood in front of it, absolutely naked. Yes, there were definitely some changes. A very slight shadow beneath each breast, a slight curve to her hips that wasn't there before. But the next morning, upon rubbing sleep from her eyes and giving herself another look, the change was drastic.

Gone were the stick arms and bony legs. Gone was the flat chest and narrow stomach. In their places stood Penny, the Curvy Girl!

Maybe "curvy" was an exaggeration. The bottom line was, she looked Healthy with a capital H. In her sleep, probably while digesting the mountain of food she had at dinner, Penny had grown a million tiny changes all over her body. Her breasts were definitely existent, jiggling under her chin. Definitely an AA now, maybe even A, they even had real lines underneath them! Below that her waist softly curved out to her hips, which were another inch or so rounder. In fact, "softer" was the perfect description of how Penny looked: her thighs were a tiny big plumper, her arms dimpling when she poked them, her belly button now in a gentle divot instead of just a round hole in her stomach.

Penny looked like virtually any other girl at school, minus the regular breasts. But she could feel them, ready to bulge out with the power of her dreams. Sure, her hair was still out of control, and her freckles were taking over her body, but somehow it was more bearable. Penny would handle it.

"Mom! G-Mom!" Penny called as she went downstairs, relishing the tiny changes in her gait. It was nothing she hadn't done before, after all, but it was also completely new. "I have boobs! And I might be a feeder!"

"I would hope so," G-Mom said from the kitchen table, not even looking up from the paper. "The way you've been packing away food, we were worried that you were having self-image problems."

"What?" Penny said, before receiving a peck on the top of her head from her mom as the larger Parson squeezed past her daughter.

"It's nothing to worry about, we were just worried about you. But wow! Penny! Look at you!"

Penny couldn't help smiling, feeling slight dimples appear on her cheeks. "I know! All in one night!"

"Your clothes still fit?" G-Mom asked.

A very slight blush crossed Penny's face as she pulled at the bottom of her shirt; about an inch around her waist was showing, and she couldn't say that it wasn't on purpose. "Heh, for now." She also neglected to add that she had to wear her biggest pair of jeans, and the shirt was already tight around her arms and chest.

Her mom chuckled and patted Penny on the arm. "Let's get some food in you before school, then!"

Penny dug in with gusto.

Hannah had greeted her best friend's changes with the standard enthusiasm, delivering a sharp pinch to the softer flesh of Penny's arm.

It wasn't a dream. Nope. Penny hugged her binder to her chest, feeling the flesh there as it pushed back against the cool plastic. It must be real. It had to be.

Her stomach rumbled, agreeing with her. After all, if it was a dream, would she feel this hungry?

The day passed by as school does, or at least as the new norm was for Penny: blindingly boring classes punctuated by eating and gorging in the halls and during lunch. Jason watched, open-mouthed, as Penny shoved burgers and fries into her own gaping gullet. The already small t-shirt Penny had put on that morning grew tighter and tighter around the middle as Penny's stomach filled, but she had to be extra-full during the next block period, as the teacher wouldn't allow eating.

"She was like that all weekend," Hannah said to Jason, a knowing eyebrow raised. "I predict she'll pop."

Penny forced a swallow. "At least I'd die happy," she said. And it was true.

At the end of the school day Penny trudged out to Hannah's car, exhausted by that day's PE class. She had no idea where all of the energy that had been built up in her that Saturday had disappeared to, but it was entirely gone. Plus, her pants were uncomfortably tight, her bra was cutting into her boobs, and her shirt was not only so small she would never get it on again but was also covered in food stains from when she had been a little too excited about eating.

"Being a feeder is hard work," she complained to Hannah, who just rolled her eyes.

"Try being a preggo, girl."

"I did. It was awesome. Do you have any snacks in here?"

Once back at home, Mrs. Pearson revealed that she had picked up a new scale on the way home, and let Penny get on it to test it out. "140" the scale read. The last time Penny had weighed herself, she had only been around 120. So maybe twenty pounds gained! Probably more like fifteen, but it was easier to just start from one point. The high schooler looked at herself in the mirror again, memorizing how she looked.

Because the next time she looked, it would be a whole new Penny looking back.

***

"You need a STOOL SAMPLE?" Penny nearly screamed, making Mrs. Wight wince. Penny already felt embarrassed enough, plopped onto the cold examination table wearing nothing but her borrowed AB-cup bra and her old and far-too-small panties. The bra was already pinching at the shoulders and cups, and while Penny found her naked and soft belly sexy, it was resting just slightly on top of her soft thighs and making her flush in... well, in excitement.

Still. The school nurse was asking her to poop in a cup.

"Just take this with you, and when the urge comes, well, collect it!" the jovial lady said, brandishing the sterile white cup "I mean, I know you well enough to tell that this is far from water-weight, but the government doesn't, and they need something concrete! And, believe it or not, that's in your stool!"

Penny pretty much snatched the offered cup and shoved it into her bag, before yanking on her pants. Or at least tried; they had been much looser that morning, when she had woken up to find that 10 more pounds had hopped onto the feeder train overnight. The task of getting the stretchy waist of her sweatpants over her hips complete, Penny found yet more opposition getting her t-shirt to stay over her sagging stomach. No matter what she did, an inch or two of soft flesh poked out at the world, the tight elastic of her sweats digging into the pale skin.

Without another word to the nurse, Penny trounced out the door and down the hall, a double-chocolate muffin that she had kept stored in her bag already half-eaten.

Sliding back into her English class, she was too lost in her thoughts to notice the eyes running over her new curves. Mostly what she was thinking about was Laney. When Laney's mutation had first started to show, back in eighth grade, she had already been a somewhat heavyset girl. It wasn't a massive change like it was for Hannah. But then it seemed like Laney's weight had doubled overnight, all of her clothes straining and popping off on what seemed like a daily basis. They hadn't been best friends at the time, but it was hard to miss a girl's blouse losing a few buttons right in the middle of a history lecture. And now that Penny was going through it herself, she couldn't help but wonder if Laney had worn those small clothes on purpose, relishing the feeling of breaking free of them. The contrast of her own soft growth against the tightness of a pants seat, of holes poking through a shirt.

Food for thought. And speaking of food, where did those other muffins go?

Laney herself was in Penny's next class, sitting back in the Large section of desks with her friend Krista. They both gave Penny a wave and a wink whenever she looked at them, and Penny couldn't help the smile and blush that crept across her face. Maybe in a month or two, she would get back there. In fact, if the way that her thighs rubbed against each other with each step, and the slight second roll of fat forming over her already large belly, and the ever-growing tightness around her chest were any indication, Penny might end up back there sooner than she thought.

By the end of the day she had that stool sample, and Mrs. Wight declared her a definite feeder. "Now, when did you start showing symptoms, dear?" she asked benignly, peering over her glasses.

"Um, Friday, maybe? That's when I started getting hungry."

"Friday? No, that can't be. How much weight have you put on since you noticed?"

Penny swallowed the fruit pie in her mouth. "I haven't measured since this morning, but I don't know, fifty pounds?"

It was with pride that Penny watched Mrs. Wight's mouth open and close in astonishment. "My word," was all the fat nurse could say.

That's right, Penny thought. Your word. You just wait. In a week I won't be recognizable.

That night, despite a dinner that should have been for three other people being almost entirely consumed by Penny, she woke up just after midnight with the worst cravings ever. Clad in nothing but a straining pair of underpants, Penny trundled down the steps to raid the refrigerator. It was then, bent over, her stomach pressing heavily into her legs, that Penny first noticed that her naked breasts were now big enough to hang and swing as she foraged on the cold shelves. Clenching a chicken leg in her mouth, Penny cupped her fat, freckled tits in her hands, feeling their weight and size. How had they gotten that big without her noticing? They must be out of a B-cup range already, maybe a full C. She let them drop and watched them bobble and bounce against the soft cushion of her stomach roll, and grinned to herself.

No way was this a dream.

***

Wednesday saw a day dawn on a Penny that was just over 200 pounds. The new bra that G-Mom had picked up early that morning fit like a dream, as did the new skirt and top. Maybe, Penny thought, with luck, they wouldn't fit by the end of the day.

In fact, they were already feeling tight by lunch, when Laney and Krista cornered Penny in the lunch line.

"What happening, girl?" Krista said, boisterous as usual. "You are looking good!"

"Thanks," Penny said, blushing. "It's not like it's my doing or anything."

"Sure it is! You could fight it, you know. Try dieting."

Laney shuddered. "Ugh, I've heard the worst things about girls like that. I guess in the 80's feeders weren't seen as 'in' or something."

"I guess I've just never thought that stopping your mutation was possible," Penny said.

"Sure it is!" Krista laughed. "Your body needs to get that energy from somewhere!" She slapped a heavy hand on Penny's smaller back, nearly causing her to drop her food tray. A passing Hannah waggled her eyebrows knowingly before heading to their usual spot.

"Well," Penny said, hoping to wrap the conversation up rather quickly as it headed toward embarrassment town, "I guess I'm just too hungry to think of doing something like that!"

"Oh, I know just how you feel," Laney spoke up. "I've been feeling that coming back lately, now that you mention it. I guess that's why I'm in the Large section finally."

Penny gave her an encouraging grin, despite a nagging feeling of déjà vu. "Congratulations, by the way!"

"Congratulations yourself," Laney returned. "Maybe you'll be in there soon!"

"From the looks of it," Krista joined in, but Penny managed to pay for her lunch and get out of there before more back-slapping could happen. Laney was one of her best friends, but Krista could be more than a little... well, too much. Which wasn't that hard, considering her size.

The glitter in her eye when Penny mentioned how hungry she was stuck in Penny's mind, though.

The feeling of something wrong jumped right back into play when Penny saw that someone unusual was standing at their usual table, getting the stink-eye from Jason. Keith Whistler.

Oh good, he must be asking Hannah to the dance, Penny thought before wondering where the heck that idea came from. Seeing Keith spot her as she approached, Penny self-consciously tried to balance her overloaded tray while pulling the bottom of her skirt down her legs. It failed to move a single inch closer to her knees.

"Hi, Penny," Keith said. "I don't know if you know me—"

"Hi Keith!" she said as brightly as she could, stopping a stammer from reaching her lips. Wasn't she familiar with him? Nonetheless, he appeared off-guard.

"Uh, right. Well, I was wondering if you had a date to the dance on Friday?"

"N-no," Penny responded, setting her tray down as fast as possible. Jason's glare became even stronger, but a look of wild wonder appeared on Hannah's face as Penny and Keith set up details. It all seemed too familiar, and also somehow wrong, but Penny couldn't put her finger on the why.

When Keith finally left, Hannah looked about ready to burst. "Oh my god we need to get you a dress!"

"Here we go again," Penny sighed, just before digging into her four baked potatoes.

***

The sun set on a 233-pound Penny Parson, one preparing a feast of midnight snacks to take up to bed with her, and rose on a 280-pound Penny Parson, one cleaning up the array of tin foil, wrappers, and plates. The scale told her that she was now much more than double her starting weight, although she hardly felt different than the day before. Maybe she bounced a bit more with each step, maybe her clothes were tighter, at least the elastic ones. Maybe her boobs were now a full D, two fat bowling balls sliding on her stomach. But other than that, she felt healthy and happy.

Desks at school were getting harder to squeeze into. Her chubby fingers weren't bending as well as they used to around pencils. Her face in the mirror was getting to be completely different from the old Penny: rounder, softer, smoother. Her chin was disappearing into her neck, and her cheeks puffing up. Even her hair was changing, probably as a result of her amazingly healthy diet. It was thicker and much easier to brush.

Even though she hardly felt different, at the end of the day Penny knew that she was fatter than before. Probably over the 300 mark and an easy qualifier for a Large desk. She made a mental note to mention this to Mrs. Wight or a teacher, just before getting whisked to a dress shop with Hannah. Her ripe friend led her on almost the same merry chase that they had performed just four days ago, this time sticking to the feeder sections. With the dance only a day away, it should have been easy to get a dress that would fit Penny in 24 hours, but Hannah wanted to be absolutely sure that it would, so they tried to guess how much bigger a dress Penny would need if she were even 100 pounds more.

One. Hundred. Pounds. That would put her definitely into the "huge feeders" section of mutations. So huge! Even looking at herself in the mirror, admiring her own form, Penny knew it would be better bigger.

Her hips, ballooning out from her waist already, would be bigger, softer. They would have trouble fitting through doors, just like in her dream of being a pear. Her belly, while probably maintaining the image of a few very fat folds that they had now, would still be similar to her dreams of being a preggo: big, soft, almost unmanageable. It was almost always resting against her thighs, bulging out of her skirts or pants at both the crotch and the waist, and with another hundred pounds her belly button would be deep enough to (an internal giggle) fuck. And her tits! They would cap the lot. They were already so large that her bra cups were nearing the size of picnic baskets, with two loaves of rising dough pushing up over the tops. In another week, or maybe another two days, they would be so large she wouldn't be able to reach her distended nipples.

Yes. It was clear now. Penny's dreams were preparing her for this, the ultimate of mutations.

But then... if that were true... what was the lifter dream about?

Her thoughts were dashed from her head when Hannah appeared with the perfect dress. It was huge, it was flowing, it was a light yellow, it was easily adjustable, and, best of the best of the best, it looked amazing on Penny. In moments the rental agreement was signed and a celebratory pre-dinner feast at the local burger place was held.

***

24 long hours, 4 enormous meals, 8 giant snacks, 6 class periods, and 128 pounds later, Penny was just barely contained within the dress.

She could almost feel it getting tighter. Each moment that she had it on, every breath she took, every bite of any filling item, and the hemline rose, the neckline stretched, the straps grew even tighter. Penny knew that, if she didn't want to pay for a ruined dress, she had to stop eating. But she just couldn't. She was doing so well at not spilling anything on it, at not shutting it in any doors, at very carefully lifting the skirt when she walked. But it was going to split a seam.

Her daydreams in the dressing room the day before had all come true. Her belly had ballooned in the past day, forcing her emergency evacuation to a Large-sized desk while she overtook Laney and Krista in size. Then all of her clothes had, one-by-one, ripped every single seam in them. Her huge boobs popping out was obviously going to happen, and the sides of her stretch pants were goners, but then her arms made an appearance by bursting out along the shoulder line, revealing square footage of pliable, freckled bicep, and her socks popped their elastic due to her enormous calves, both of them thicker than hams. Unconstrained, her belly was hanging down over her knees, which were themselves trying to hide in her enormous thighs. Doors were, as predicted, getting difficult to walk through, and for what felt like the millionth time Mrs. Parson pledged to call a contractor to have them widened.

But the dress.

Penny had worried, for a moment, that she would look like a mountain. Like a huge pile of lemons, or worse, yellow snow. Piled into a shiny heap, walking around, banging into things, spreading her fat everywhere. But instead it accentuated her features despite having almost no support anywhere other than the chest (and boy did it make her puppies pop, almost up to her double-chinned face).

Her mom did up her hair while G-Mom stood back and gave critiques.

"How do you even know this boy? You've never mentioned him," the old woman said.

"She's only had a crush on him since middle school, mother!" Penny's mom chuckled back. Both women, despite their sniping, were grinning the widest grins Penny had ever seen, and she couldn't help mirroring them.

In between bites of pizza, that is. Her hunger, despite her huge size, was still there, still filling her enormous tummy. She gave it a light pat, enjoying the way that it bounced and caromed around inside her dress, the way that the fabric hugged all of the wide, sliding curves of her body. New curves, that were only getting curvier as time went on.

The dress on, and with Keith only a few minutes away, Penny asked for her mom's help in slipping on her new shoes, bright yellow to contrast against the muted daisy of her dress. Even the shoes were feeling too tight, and Penny got a brief glimpses of some chubby little toes in the mirror before. They were relatively sturdy, three-inch heels, but Penny felt like she was absolutely tottering in them, what with her new center of gravity, and all of the extra momentum with her movements.

She could make due, though.

The doorbell rang just as G-Mom was giving some rather unwanted advice. "And if he touches you in a way that, you know, you don't want to be touched—"

"I'm seventeen, G-Mom. I know all about saying no."

"All right, then," the old lady said, and then both elder Parsons leaned in to give the junior a hug. It was so strange: just a week earlier, such an act would have enveloped Penny in breasts and warm flesh, but now she was the one enveloping them, her firm, fat boobs pressing against their, her heavy arms wrapping around their shoulders, her soft cheeks pressing onto her mom's hair (or at least a little bit of it, considering how much flesh her mom had to crane over). When they pulled back, Penny was surprised to see tears in Mrs. Parson's eyes. Her mother caught her glance and quickly turned away.

"You're just growing up, I guess," she said, embarrassed, but Penny just smiled.

"And out."

"You are at that. Oh, my word, you must be the strapping young man we've heard about," Penny's grandmother said as she opened the door to reveal a long-waiting Keith. For the first time in a while Penny felt abashed, and she had a hard time making eye-contact with him, instead fumbling with the yellow boutonniere she had in her hands. When she finally did look up, brushing her glossy hair out of her eyes, she saw that Keith himself was having trouble not gaping at her.

Finally he closed his mouth. "You're, wow, you're gorgeous, Penny."

"Thanks," she grinned, and instantly both teens' awkwardness fell away.

"Be back before it's technically morning!" G-Mom called from the door as they stepped down to Keith's car.

***

The pair made some small talk on the way to the school for the dance, although Penny had some strange feeling about it. She kept wanting to blurt in with things she thought she knew about the captain of the football team, but they had never talked before, right? She had just obsessed about him from the sidelines.

Instead they talked about school and the dance, and Keith continually brushed against Penny's left thigh every time he reached for the stick due to the sheer width of his date. Meanwhile, her other side was squished against the passenger door while her breasts were being pushed into her face, at least two solid feet of cleavage hiding beneath the neckline of her dress.

Penny managed to tear herself away from her new body and ogle Keith for a bit. Tall, handsome, built. His suit fit him very well, although her eyes kept being dragged downward to his suit pants. There was a bulge down there, no doubt, but it was very strange for Penny to think about such things.

"Well, we're here," Keith said, pulling into the parking lot. Penny felt a sigh of relief go through her, for some reason. Probably her growling stomach, excited to be filled with free food and munchies.

Like a gentleman, Keith rushed around to Penny's door and opened it wide for her, offering a hand that she quickly took hold of and almost pulled him down. "Sorry, sorry," she gushed. "Not used to, well, my weight." But Keith, dashing boy that he was, laughed it off.

"It is no problem at all."

With her thick arm safely tucked into his, they walked into the dance.

It was the standard high school dance scene, something Penny had never been excited to go to before: swirling, flashing lights; peppy generic music; bodies intertwining, sometimes scandalously close, sometimes so far apart you'd never guess a pair was there on a date.

Off to the side Penny saw her group of friends: Hannah and Jason, both looking somewhat awkward and uncomfortable, both of them chatting to Laney and Krista, both of whom were without dates. Now that she thought about it, Penny never saw those two apart anymore. Maybe they were gay, or at least bi? It would explain why the two totally hot feeders seemed to be eternally without boyfriends.

After making sure Keith was okay with holding off on dancing for a while, the two made their way across the dance floor to the group to the side. Penny was pleased to see that the foursome were within reaching distance to the refreshments.

"Oh my god, Penny, you look beautiful!" Laney called out as soon as she spotted the newly-christened feeder, although Penny secretly wondered how it could have taken so long to spot someone as large as herself. Nonetheless, she gracefully put up with the adorations of Laney and Krista while Hannah smirked in self-satisfaction from the sidelines. "Geeze, aren't you just packing them on?"

Penny blushed. "Yeah, I guess so. I wouldn't mind not being hungry for a while."

"Keep at it," Krista said, her eyebrow quirking. "You're only looking better every day."

Even Jason had some compliments, despite his surly looks. "Yeah, you really do look great," he said, before seeming to remember that he was supposed to be mad.

"You all look amazing, too!" Penny said, trying to get the attention off of herself. Laney was trying to show off her newer, slightly-larger self in a strapless turquoise dress, and it did accomplish the job nicely; Penny had a few dozen more pounds before her boobs would be nearly as big. Krista, meanwhile, was sticking to her usual color scheme with a black dress and white sash, which nicely accented against her dark hair and olive skin. Finally, Hannah's blue dress was absolutely stretched over her belly, hugging down her huge bosom, over the curve of her enormous stomach, and back to her lithe legs. In fact, it didn't just hug, it looked—

"Hannah, have your boobs gotten bigger?"

Hannah cringed a tiny amount. "Just a bit," she said, ringing her finger down one thick strap. "It's throwing me off. Actually, I'm going to have to milk myself soon," she added as her eyes glanced towards the bathroom.

"Maybe you should do it sooner rather than later," Penny suggested, and Hannah nodded before setting off across the floor. Some kind of look passed between the two other feeders, and Laney mumbled something about helping Hannah before following the waddling preggo.

The oddness of that situation quickly disappeared when Penny realized that Keith was trying his best to strike up a conversation with Jason about how boring it was when girls get talking about clothes; Jason was having none of that and remained stone-faced, cup of juice in-hand. Penny defused the situation by taking Keith by the elbow and asking him if he could go find her something to snack on before hitting the dance floor.

"Sure, babe," he said, pecking her on the cheek and sending a thrill through her mountainous body before disappearing.

Which left Penny, Krista, and Jason alone. "So," Penny said to Jason. "Did you and Hannah come together?"

"Kind of," he responded flatly. "Only because she had no one to go with."

"Oh, but you did?" Krista jumped in. It was clear that this had come up prior to Penny's arrival, and Jason wisely chose not to continue arguing about it, instead letting his burning red face disappear behind his cup.

After a few awkward moments Keith came back with a couple cups of punch and a plate so loaded down it was a miracle that it wasn't falling apart. Penny gushed a thank you and began digging in, filling her face with the many kinds of tarts, cookies, and pastries that he had found. As each item entered her mouth, she could feel her stomach filling up with food. There was no way it had emptied on the ride over here, it would be impossible, considering the volume of her stomach. But still it felt like her dress was getting tighter around her middle.

When the plate was at last empty, she realized that none of the other three teens had said anything for the past few minutes, and, blushing, she took the offered cup from Keith. She tried to ignore their eyes as she took a meager sip.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, sheepish. "Haven't you all seen me eat before?"

Keith gave an embarrassed shrug. "I suppose," he said. "But you have never looked so beautiful doing it."

"Gee, thanks," Penny said, thinking she was playing along. "So I've never looked beautiful before I was this fat?"

"I wouldn't put it that way," Keith replied, trying his best to back away from that direction of conversation. "Just, you know, I never noticed before."

"Never noticed me?"

"I, um, I guess. Maybe briefly. But then this week, with your sudden mutation, I realized you were the most beautiful girl in the world."

Penny could see where he was going, what he was trying to say. But suddenly her entire body (and there was an awful lot of it) was filled with anger. So, what, he hadn't realized her at all until she had tripled in size? Now that she was a mutation, a feeder, she was worth looking at?

Before she knew what she was doing, Penny's hand was flying forward, tossing the rest of her punch into Keith's face. He blinked slowly as the red juice dripped, his mouth agape.

"Maybe next time you should notice that a girl is attractive and likes you before she balloons up, Keith!" she said. It was only then that Penny realized just how brash and rude this was, how completely out-of-the-ordinary for her to act so rashly.

But, to her surprise, Keith nodded, ducking the looks of the staring crowd that had frozen when the captain of the football team had been abruptly dunked, and slinked out of the gym. Sound returned as Laney jogged up, her huge tits heaving.

"What happened? What did I miss?"

"Penny tossed her juice into Keith's face! You go, girl!" Krista cried.

"No way!" Laney said, her mouth hanging open. "You did?"

"I guess," Penny shrugged. "I guess he's kind of a jerk."

Krista took the empty cup from Penny's hands, winking at Laney. "He's definitely a jerk. Let me get you more punch. Come on, Laney." The pair sauntered back to the punch table, leaving just Penny and Jason.

Jason, for his part, did not say "I told you so," but Penny could read it all over his face. "Look, I'm sorry, Jason."

"For what?"

"For not coming with you. At least you like ME, instead of just my body."

For the first time that night, Jason smiled. "Hey, be fair. I like both you AND your body."

Penny grinned back. "And there's a lot to love, now." She took the offered cup from Krista as the two feeders returned.

"And soon more!" Krista said in a sing-song voice. "Drink on up, let's get this party started!"

Penny felt at once suspicious, but she couldn't detect an alcohol-y scent in the punch, and so knocked it back. There was an unusual taste in it... somehow it was thicker, maybe more... creamy? In a few seconds she had drained the entire cup and felt life return to her, her spirits lifting as a warm filled her entire, soft body from her huge, bulbous stomach. Seeing the wondrous look on Penny's face, Laney offered her own cup, which was promptly downed. That golden warmth of comfort and happiness coursed through Penny, filling her absolutely up. She was about to suggest the four of them go out on the floor and dance as a group when a second hush came across the gym.

In walked Veronica Green.

"Walked" is maybe the wrong word. She positively flowed across the floor, acres of fabric draping across her breasts and falling behind her. She was like an angel, or a long, beautiful butterfly, pure white and gold as her feathered hair fluttered behind her. It seemed like she was only wearing the soft, almost transparent dress, but there must have been a supernatural force holding her boobs up, as they belled out from her chest and the tops almost stayed level with her shoulders for three or four feet before curving smoothly down to her thighs. Her nipples protruded through the fabric like rounded door knobs, letting the world know just how excited she was to be there.

Hips swaying, breasts swaying half-a-minute in lag, she made her way across the dance floor, bee-lining to her goal: Penny Parson.

Instantly Penny didn't feel like a feeder anymore. She felt like she was three hundred pounds lighter, like her hair was a frizzy, forgettable red, like her dress was made of an itchy brown wool. Like she was a boring, stupid girl compared to this absolute goddess of flesh and beauty. Her friends had dropped back at the sight of Veronica, probably not in fear of catching some insults, but just in despair. No way would Penny have some kind of comeback to whatever Veronica was going to say.

The smirk set, her neck twisted, Veronica opened her mouth—

And a small hand was on Penny's shoulder. Penny turned to see Hannah. Hannah! Her eternal sidekick. Compatriot in growing bigger. Who could possibly bring Penny down with Hannah there? It was like an immediate change came over her, and Penny felt like she was absolutely filling out her dress in confidence. Her tits were huge, her hips were wide, and her belly was ready for some lovin'.

But Hannah was saying something. "Did Laney give you something to drink?"

"Laney? Sure. She got me some more punch after I threw mine on Keith."

Hannah's mouth turned into a grim line. "Well, then she probably snuck in some of my milk."

"She what?"

There was a tapping sound coming from Veronica's foot, and it seemed she had crossed her arms on top of her huge shelf of a bosom and was looking a little peeved. "Excuse me, I was going to say something?"

Penny rolled her eyes back. "Oh, shove off, Ver—"

And it came to Penny's realization that it wasn't confidence that was filling her up. It was that warmth in her stomach. What had Hannah told her two weeks before? "This stuff is potent. A drop could make you put on twenty pounds if you're unlucky." But Penny was feeling very lucky.

The dress tightened along every seam instantly. It wasn't supposed to be a tight dress, instead one somewhat similar to Veronica's, ironically: flowy, loose, gorgeous. But as she felt her hips widen out toward the edges, as her stomach bulged over her thighs, as her breasts rose like dough, Penny knew that it wouldn't last for long.

Veronica's eyes grew wide, and the entire gymnasium was staring as Penny felt herself blowing up. It was like some weird, fat version of Violet Beuregarde, from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, only slower and heavier. Pounds were being pumped into Penny's body. It felt like thousands and thousands of pounds, but it was only probably going to be a couple hundred.

Only a couple hundred! What a silly thing to think.

The seams holding the lovely folds in the dress were popping apart, and it was growing tighter and tighter around her. Her butt was gaining in size and losing definition when Penny felt her underwear give way and drop to the floor. With a sigh of relief, Penny kicked off her shoes and touched the cold linoleum with her fat, growing feet.

"Um, Penny, we need to find you something to wear," Hannah hissed in her ear. "You will not be able to stay covered by that much longer."

"Sure," Penny said. It was like a dream; things were happening to her, and she didn't know what to do, but didn't feel like trying to stop it. Distantly she heard Hannah smack Krista and Laney before spurring Jason into action, and they set off to find something to cover Penny with.

The growing Penny.

The first rip started under Penny's right arm, and she lifted the slab of limb to reveal centimeters of flesh turning into inches between the tear. It started as a slow rip, the threads pulling tightly against the huge roll of fat under her arm (it was half-boob and half belly, Penny laughed in her head), before shooting down like lightning, travelling along the strained, silky fabric right to her ankles.

Just as the dress fell away, Hannah tossed a tablecloth over Penny, who felt the growth-spurt end.

She burped.

***

Getting home was an ordeal involving Jason's truck and several helpers to get Penny into it, all of whom were unsure how to exactly push on her to avoid embarrassment. Penny stayed silent for most of it, not wanting to let on that she was so excited by the changes, so turned on, that she needed to masturbate something fierce. She just wanted to get to her room, strip naked, and look at all of the bits of her that were impossible to see over her boobs and shoulders.

Boobs and shoulders! With a giddy feeling, Penny realized that was all she would be seeing for a long, long time. Maybe, if she spread her tits apart, she could see the top of her belly, but she would need some room just to get her boobs apart. It was impossible to say how big they were, but they were big. Definitely bigger than Laney's by now, which put them somewhere in the F or G range. G-cup tits! And they were warm and fat and lovely.

Penny hugged herself to herself, gathering as much flesh as she could in an embrace beneath her tablecloth, before collapsing into giggles in the back of the truck. She was so fat that she didn't even feel the night chill.

The night was spent on the couch in the living room, with Penny doing her best to keep on it without drooping any parts off, but it was so hard. Luckily, exhaustion and comfort put her to sleep far faster than any relaxation technique, and she slept well into the next day, ignoring the sounds of the construction crew. It was her rumbling, gigantic stomach woke her.

There was a six-course breakfast, followed by a light snack of cold pizza, before Penny worked up the energy to get up and maneuver into her temporary bedroom on the ground floor. She could still walk just fine, which surprised everyone, but getting up stairs would be a problem.

Although, considering that she was still starvation-level hungry, Penny imagined they wouldn't be a problem for long.

Finally alone and naked, with a few options as to what to wear, Penny looked at herself in a mirror.

Jesus, she was huge.

Even aside from the stomach that drooped below her virtually hidden knees, even ignoring the butt that protruded behind her like a small trailer, the hips that were wider than most tables, even if you didn't see the thighs like curved redwoods which segued into calves like overstuffed pillows, the arms wider than Penny herself used to be, the almost spherical face. Even if you didn't see any of that, you would not miss Penny for her huge, delicious tits. They were bigger than sandbags, probably bigger than G-cups, as big as laundry baskets, as fat as stuffed walruses, as round as exercise balls. They weren't firm and perky like Hannah's preggo-tits, but they were delicious and freckled and Penny's.

She pulled a huge sundress over her head, enjoying the way that it displayed a yard of cleavage, and stomped into the living room.

That night, before she collapsed onto the couch, Penny was nearing 725 pounds with no stop in sight.

***

Even if you had seen her on the night of the dance, the Penny Parson that walked into the school on Monday morning was nearly unrecognizable.

She was still moving of her own volition, but only barely so. Her stomach was almost brushing the ground, her hips were squeezing through double-doors, her double-chin pressing down against her breasts which threatened to block her vision. Pride and fierce determination showed on her face, though, and her look proved it: she wasn't wearing some simple muumuu, and no wheelchair would do for Penny. She was walking purely by herself, proud to show off her assets. Yes, she had needed her mother's help to get the new skirt on, a skirt that stretched underneath her stomach and only just barely seemed to cover the bottom of her bottom. Yes, that top was extra-stretchy and had been buttoned by her grandma, as there was no way Penny was able to reach over those kegs she called tits. Her round face was red with exertion, her chubby fingers clenching tightly, her steps heavy and slow. But Penny was making it.

And she was beautiful while she did it.

Her glossy red hair framed eyes that were wide with excitement, and her shirt failed to cover a stomach that was rumbling with needs.

Penny had almost made it to her first class when she realized that there was no way she would make it through the day. When she first sat down would be the last time she did. Instead she turned the wrong corner and headed directly to the last place she had been in the school.

"What, where are you going?" Hannah asked, tagging along in her new top.

"Need... room to grow..." Penny panted.

Penny staggered to the doors to the gym and threw them open. They banged roughly against the feeder's sides as she made her way through the doorway, but to Penny it was just a tap, a slight force that she felt way far away from her fat hips. Instead she focused on the spot in the middle of the gym where Veronica Green had first stood upon entering, where everyone in the gym had stared in wonder.

It was there that Penny plopped.

"Could you get me something to eat?" she asked a bewildered Hannah. "I don't think I'll be going anywhere for a while."

For the next few days Penny was in heaven. She needed no cushion to sit on, instead finding her butt the perfect cushion that continued to lift her higher every day. She didn't need any kind of blankets or heater against the air conditioned gym. And food! She had so much food. The cafeteria started going into full alert, just for her, until her growth found its way to an ending.

And boy did it never end.

She had started her time in the school's gym just over the 1000 pound mark, and there was no end in sight for days. Hundreds upon hundreds of pounds continued to add up, with her best day, Wednesday, experiencing an estimated total of 500 pounds of food disappearing into Penny's open, chewing mouth. If all of that was converted into body fat, with a minimal waste processing...

Her body grew.

The first shock was when her stomach touched the floor, although it shouldn't have been a surprise: her fattening legs were continually pushing themselves apart, forcing her to do the splits more and more every day. Not that anyone would notice: her downright fat feet themselves were being overtaken by her stuffed full cankles. Then when Penny noticed that her arms were flat out to the sides and were still only halfway to the visible horizon of her butt did she realize just how tremendous she was getting.

The mirrors on the side of the huge room gave her some picture, when she squeezed her left arm down to see over her fattening shoulder. Although, as predicted, she could normally only see her tits and arms herself, through the mirror she could see the car-sized belly in front of her, creeping across the floor, and just how mammoth her boobs were. Bigger than Veronica Green's? Try bigger than Veronica herself. And the fat just kept piling into them, growing them larger and larger, getting more and more sensitive.

Her entire body was getting more sensitive, she realized. Square yard after square yard of naked, soft skin could feel every tiny draft in the entire gym, could feel the cold tiles pressing harder and harder into her ass.

Penny couldn't bend her arms after the second day, but the reflection in the mirror showed what her fingers couldn't feel: that her face was a puffy mass, bulging out beneath her smooth forehead. She joked with Hannah that it was the only skinny part of her anymore.

As neatly as could be, Penny's growth stopped just prior to the day that the Immobile man was supposed to arrive. Weight estimates would have to be stalled until they could properly lift Penny onto a scale, but they were in the high thousands. It was that Friday, five full days after Penny had first sat down on the gym floor and one week since her almost-humiliation there, that her mom patted her thick, useless hand from her perch on Penny's leg. They were so wide now, probably ten or twenty feet on their own, that it was common for her friends to sit there, with their backs leaning against her high, gelatinous stomach. The bottom fold of it, some twenty or thirty feet out in front of Penny, had been pressing up against the wall for the past two days.

"Am I bigger than Harriet Fischer, Mom?" Penny asked. Now that she had stopped growing, it was nice to not have to eat as much anymore, although Penny was amazed at how different her voice sounded; probably a given considering how thick her lips were, how hard it was to move her cheeks.

She felt her mom shrug, and could only see the top of her head over the looming edge of fat. "I don't know, honey. We'll have to find out what the government says!"

In the distance there was the familiar squeak of the gym door, and Penny knew who it was. "Oh, god, pinch me, Hannah," she gasped, and Hannah obliged, a sharp poke in Penny's distant, distant side.

"You feel it?" Hannah asked.

"Most definitely," Penny said, forcing her heavy face into a grin. "Oh god, this is the happiest day of my life. I never want it to end.

But it did.

Because Penny woke up.

***

It wasn't in anger, depression, or a lingering sadness that Penny went about getting ready for her day. It wasn't even really with curiosity. The pinches were explained easily: just like before, apparently Penny was still just pinching herself. Only this time she was dreaming that it was someone else pinching her.

So no, Penny didn't feel any of those particular feelings that Friday morning. Instead she just felt resigned. This was her life now: ridiculously rich dreams that told her how interesting life would be if she had a mutation, how much better everyone would treat her, how much more popular she would be. Then she would wake up and find life had only advanced a few more days.

Maybe she would go insane. Maybe, after years of living in the real world and decades of living in dream worlds, she would finally snap and sink into a delusion from which she would never revive. It would be certainly nicer than that punctured feeling of hope in her gut.

This time it wasn't even hope, though. Just her normal pre-breakfast tummy rumbles.

Of course, Hannah knew nothing about this new resignation, and so Penny was greeted with a pinch the second she sat in the car.

"Ouch!"

"Still not a dream!" Hannah sang before stomping on the accelerator, casting her inflated breasts back into her chin.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Penny said, then related as much of her dream from the night before as she could remember. There was the hunger spikes, then confirming she had a mutation, going to the dance, being tricked into drinking milk ("What a horrible thing to do!" "Right?"), finally ending with her on the gym floor, taking up almost all of the space in there, just before the National Immobile Agent got there.

Hannah gave a huge sigh. "Whew. So that was all of them, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've dreamt about all of the mutations! So maybe you're done!"

"I guess." Penny wouldn't be sold on anything until she had a full year of no dream-scares, she thought.

"Or maybe," and now Hannah's face was lighting up with some kind of idea, "this is all some sign! You've had these epic dreams about all of the mutations, and they all mean something!"

The flat and virtually featureless teen rolled her eyes. "You said almost the exact same thing in my dream, I'm pretty sure."

"No, I said that same thing last night, after you were eating so much."

Penny's brow furrowed. "Was that really last night? Could have sworn that was in the dream..."

But all Hannah would give her was an annoyingly superior look before she parked and waddled her way to school.

For hopefully the final time, Penny found herself getting used to being thin, boring Penny again. It was really stupid, to be honest: she knew she was out of the dream, last night hadn't lasted any longer than any other night, and yet it was somehow throwing her off. Her steps were small and mincing as if she had a huge weight to bear, and at least a dozen times she had an itch on her legs that she knew she could never reach until she reflexively scratched and found that, no, of course she was flexible enough for it.

At lunch she was maybe a bit more hungry than usual, but who's to say what's normal and what isn't? Maybe she was just fluctuating like teenagers do.

In the hallways Keith Whistler ignored her, as he should have. Veronica Green sneered and laughed at her back. Jason tried to make small talk but his heart wasn't in it, Laney was annoyingly cheerful, and Hannah was her usual sarcastic self. All back to normal.

G-Mom and Penny's mother were all too helpful at dinner, trying to get Penny to eat more than she felt comfortable. Maybe after the previous day's impromptu binge they got optimistic, thinking some kind of mutation was manifesting. But nope. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Saturday came and went, then Sunday after that. Every morning Penny woke up wondering if she was dreaming, then assuming that, by the end of the day when nothing out of the ordinary had happened, she actually wasn't. It was somewhat of a relief, but also somewhat of a disappointment. And she didn't even know why; she had thought that the dreams were just getting boring and aggravating. What was to be disappointed by if she had stopped dreaming?

And so it was that on Monday, with five days left for the school dance, when pulling on her t-shirt and discovered that her chest had two very slight growths where her featureless breasts should be, Penny was both satisfied that her dreams were obviously continuing, and annoyed at herself for having that satisfaction.

***

"Come on!" Hannah said, her eyes nearly as big as her chest. "This is a big deal! You finally have them!" She wasn't even looking at the road, not that this was a surprise.

Penny ran her hand across her almost flat torso while rolling her eyes twice as much as usual, nonetheless enjoying the slight speed bump on the way down. "Not really. I'm at the level most fourth grade girls are."

"But that's something! It could mean anything! Especially with your dreeeeaaams!" She drew the last syllable out with a mystical moan, and though it was in jest, Penny could tell that Hannah was seriously hopeful.

"Honestly," she said, "this could easily still be a dream. There's no way to test it. Pinching didn't work, either from you or form me. Closing my eyes and trying really hard didn't work. What else is there?"

Hannah shrugged. "Jumping off of a cliff? Drowning yourself?"

"Thanks, dumb-butt. I'm still uncertain, so those are pretty stupid ideas if I'm wrong."

"Well, I don't know, then. Whenever I suspect that I'm having a dream I start noticing things wrong with it and then it all falls apart."

"That's the problem with these dreams, they don't do that. I've questioned if they're dreams so many times." She let her arms drop in exasperation, then looked down to enjoy the new landscape. Just very slight hills, but they were something.

Hannah waved her own hands. "Well, maybe they aren't dreams, then. Maybe they're, like, quantum states or something. Alternate universes, what have you. And you're some travelling conscious between them."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Sci-fi! The Butterfly Effect! All of those other movies! Let me ask you a question: is there any weird detail that was out of place in those dreams that you just didn't notice at the time? There's always some kind of thread that makes the whole thing unravel. If you could find that thread, then you could prove that this isn't a dream, or the wrong reality, or whatever it is!"

"Huh," Penny said. "I didn't think of that. Maybe there's something I missed."

"Think about it, babe."

Penny tried, all day, to think about it. She thought about it in English class, then on break when she had a snack. She thought about it while changing for PE and, very briefly, running her hands over her naked, newly-formed breasts. She was thinking about it when lunch came, and just before Jason started bugging her about the dance.

"Pleeeeaaaaeeeeeaaaeeeease? Please go with me? It won't be a real date or anything." He was beyond pleading now. This was groveling. Penny was just about to blow him off when someone entering the cafeteria caught her eye and something in her head clicked.

"Hey Hannah," she said, nodding her head toward the door. "What do you think of Keith Whistler?"

Hannah scoffed. "The captain of the football team? I know you've had a crush on him forever, but I doubt he would go for it. Your assets are new, but they aren't as good as they could be, if you know what I mean."

"Thanks, jerk," Penny sneered, "but I meant for you. I have a feeling he likes you."

"What?" Hannah squinted across the table, then turned around to look properly. This kind of motion with her kind of body caused a bit more of a commotion than she meant, with her heavy belly banging into the back of the guy behind her. When it all settled down, both girls saw that Keith was staring right at Hannah, and not in an annoyed or amused way. More of an interested way. She turned back far more violently than before, this time with her face growing a shade of magenta.

"Penny," she said, "why is he looking at me like that?"

"I'm serious," Penny said, digging into her spaghetti, "I think he likes you. The other day I caught him staring at you from behind, and stupidly thought he was looking at me. Plus I have this, um, feeling." She couldn't say out loud, but she had definitely dreamt that Keith liked preggos, so why not give it a try?

Hannah waggled her eyebrows, unknowingly thinking right along the same lines. Normal color returned to her face only to be replaced by a mischievous smirk. "Why not?" she said.

In a flash unexpected for a girl of her size and shape, Hannah was up from the table and across the cafeteria.

"Wait, I wasn't— ah, well," Penny said, watching from a distance. Hannah walked up to Keith and they exchanged a few words, all while Keith, believe it or not, blushed harder and harder. Finally both of them were smiling, then exchanging numbers, and Hannah was walking back, her face brighter than the sun.

"I have no idea how you did it, girl, but you just got me a date with the most eligible man in the school," she beamed. Penny returned it.

"Great, so now I definitely don't have a date," Jason said.

"Bah, I'll go with you," Penny finally snapped, but she wasn't annoyed at all. This just felt right, in a way that it hadn't felt in months. Or was it days?

***

The night before the dance was when Penny decided that something was still up.

The slight appearance of her chest was not just her new permanent look, it seemed. Instead the two modest bumps had swollen into very thin mounds that almost qualified for an A-cup bra, as she and Hannah discovered at the department store that they went shopping for dresses at. Penny had gone home with a dress fitted for an AA, with the clerk promising that it would look beautiful whether she filled it completely out or not, but something was still nagging at the back of her head.

"Well, it's obvious," she finally said to her reflection the following morning. "This is a dumb dream, just like the rest."

Through her morning routine that Friday, she went over every single detail of every single dream she had thus far had. First the one where she was a lifter: it started with that weird, happy, golden feeling, every time she lifted something, until she was virtually Immobilized and still trying to grow bigger, before she woke up from an intense orgasm. Then as a pear she had been so excited every time her pants snapped yet another seam, gradually outgrowing chairs and skirts, until she had been woken by her own pinch. When she was a preggo, though, her pinches hadn't woken her, not until she was feeding Keith gallons of milk at a time and realized that the room she was filling wasn't even putting any pressure on her. And finally, most recently, even while feeling pain from a dream-Hannah's pinch, even while sustaining her own pinches, even while definitely tasting every mouthful and morsel that she consumed in her quest to grow Immobile-y fat—even then it was a dream.

She could remember every single detail of all four dreams, or at least she thought she could. It was always so hard to tell: you'd think you had a dreamless sleep, then some strange action would spark a memory and it would all flood back. Was there anything she was missing? Anything out of place?

Shaking her head, sending her frizzy red hair every which way, Penny pulled on some shorts, gave her chest one final puff, and went downstairs to meet Hannah.

Not to anyone's surprise, Jason was waiting to meet Penny at her locker. "Hey Pen!" he said, nearly vibrating out of his jeans. "So what color dress are you wearing because I—"

"Look, Jason," she said, shutting her locker and turning to him. He instantly fell silent and his eyes locked on her.

Penny wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was that she was finally figuring out that she could fit in with the sea of huge, enormous breasts constantly shifting around her. Even as she took a breath to tell Jason off for being annoying, an erect nipple from some girl in a tiny t-shirt was dragging across her arm, and a swollen, sweaty jersey was being rubbed against her other shoulder. The hallway was absolutely crowded with tits big and bigger, and Penny couldn't compare to any of them, but she would. Someday. It was time to put Jason in his place

But her heart softened at the sight of Jason's doe eyes. "What is it?" he asked.

"It's just... you know that you're really annoying, right? That's why I waited until the day before the dance to say I'd go with you?"

To her eternal surprise, the boy looked shocked at this news. "What— really?"

Penny nodded, clutching her books to her (softer than usual) chest. She suppressed the instinct to revel in the squishiness, in the way that a minute amount of cleavage was now peeking up out of her v-neck. "How could you not know? It's, like, grating."

"I don't know." Now a crimson blush was spreading across his cheeks. "I guess that I thought it was why you liked me. Spunkiness and all that."

"Jesus, Jason, maybe in middle school. In fact, PROBABLY in middle school. But we're juniors now. We're going to be seniors in a few months. Maybe it's time for both of us to grow up." She decided it was time to leave the conversation, no matter how awkward, and gave him a pat on the shoulder before elbowing her way through that sea of soft mammaries.

"I'll still see you tonight, right?" she heard him call from behind, and she turned (nearly knocking that freshman with the E-cups to the ground) and gave him a bright, freckly grin.

"Of course!"

He did indeed see her that night, arrive five minutes early in his crappy station wagon to pick her up. His suit was nicely pressed black, with a light pink shirt underneath and a neat red tie, which clashed horribly with Penny's blue dress. She blamed herself for not telling him the color, and to her continued surprise, there was no silly joke and face, no stupid jumping and dancing and shouting at how stupid he was to make up for it. Instead Jason just offered his arm and gave her a very wide, very toothy, very sincere smile.

Penny found herself smiling back, and Mrs. Parson was nearly in tears. "I can't believe you two are going to the dance together, this is just perfect!" she gushed. "Let me get the camera!"

"They'll be late," G-Mom said, leaning on the doorframe and folding her arms beneath her huge, deflated chest. "Nothing worse than being late for a dance.

The camera was already clicking, though, and Penny did her best to look through her hair at the lens. It had turned out to be impossible to tame the curly mess, so Penny had done her best with an improvised bun and had ended up leaving a lot of it hanging in her eyes. It was stupid how difficult some things in life were.

Her dress, meanwhile, fit like a dream. She had no idea what the clerk at the store had told her: the chest must have fit her perfectly. It even made her look like she had a hipline, something that she KNEW would mean she was dreaming. But for once Penny felt pretty, and she almost felt, well, perfect. She had a dashing (if not short) man at her elbow, driving her around, paying for tickets. She had a very thin bust line. And, as they walked onto the dance floor, Penny tottering on her two-inch heels, she remembered that she had a number of very nice friends.

Laney and Krista were both in thrown-together fancy outfits, clearly some kind of attempt to be doubly-ironic, and were drunkenly slow-dancing off near a corner, their fat tummies and breast pressing into one another. Caroline was strutting across the floor, chatting with anyone who cared; most did, as her strapless dress, while mostly being held up by her DD-cup, watermelon-like breasts, was drawn in at the waist to give her extra-wide hips even more pop than usual, and she did make them pop and bounce with every step. And there, near the center of the floor, Hannah and Keith were slowly turning as she leaned into his chest, both of them softly talking and unable to stop grinning. Keith's arms, Penny noted, were buried in the billowy top that Hannah had picked out, lost somewhere between her swollen teats and round belly.

"Care to dance, Ms. Parson?" Jason said, acting the perfect gentleman.

"I'd love to, Mrs. Hartman." So they did.

It would have been a great evening if it wasn't for the completely foreseeable arrival of Veronica Green. With a loud slam, the doors slammed open, letting setting sunlight stream into the dance hall, revealing a dark and huge silhouette.

If Penny's life had been a 90's movie, the record needle would have screeched. Instead there was a screech of Veronica's voice across the echoey hall. "I've arrived," she announced, as the doors fell closed behind her. Once she was inside, the harsh light of the sun no longer obstructed Penny's view, and she saw, with some strange disappointment, that Veronica was dressed completely unlike she had been in Penny's dream the previous week. The feeder dream. And different from her dress in the preggo dream.

Instead of some faux-angelic toga dress ensemble, flowing around herself and pooling on the floor, Veronica's motif was much simpler: the LBD. A little black dress was harder to pull off with a girl Veronica's size, but it also meant she didn't have to worry about her waist or anything like that: the fabric merely fell over her G-cup tits, tumbled the few more inches to her thighs, and then swept back around to just past her butt. It was tight enough that there was almost no chance of ever seen the undoubtedly-jumbo-strength black bra beneath it, but that also meant that her stiff nipples looked like coffee mugs on saucers, and were prominent and visible.

Penny's blood ran cold. How had she been feeling good about herself? With her stupid hair and her stupid freckles and her completely flat chest. Who cared if G-Mom said that it qualified as a C-cup in her book? That was back in the 50s! This was now, when Veronica Green ruled the streets, and Penny's chest was something twelve-year-olds rarely had.

And Veronica Green was marching right toward her, swaggering with the beat of the music.

"Didn't think you'd show your face here, Parson," the blond sneered. Her tits were nearly two steps behind her in terms of swaying. "Then again, I guess there isn't much else to show."

The freckles on Penny's face were quickly being hidden by a deep blush, and before she knew it, those huge, heavenly tits were pressing into her own dress. The smile on Veronica's face grew wider, even as Jason's arm clung tighter to Penny's. "Thought that you had something, did you? But you don't measure up to a real woman at all. Not even with your lap dog here."

Such conflicting feelings were racing through Penny's mind. She was being made fun of, sure. The obviousness of her humiliatingly small chest was also out there. But those tits were so inviting... those could of feet of cleavage boring a hole in Penny's mind...

"In fact," Veronica said, feigning ignorance of Penny's drooling stare, "I'm surprised even such a scrawny kid like him would bother with someone like you. He should really find someone better."

A tiny growl came from Jason's throat. "Penny's worth a hundred of you," he said, and, to his credit, it wasn't a squeak or a wavering shout. Just a calm, angry statement. But Veronica laughed it off.

"Penny doesn't have a one-hundredth of what I have," she said, reaching her arms under her enormous bust and giving it a tiny heave.

Finally, something snapped within Penny. She didn't know what came over her. Maybe it was the revelation that Jason could be something other than completely aggravating. Maybe it was her own budding self-confidence. Maybe it was that part, deep down in her brain, insisting that this had to be a dream. But she was pushing forward, pressing into Veronica's chest, her arms outstretching. "Then maybe," she said through her gritted teeth, and if she was snarling or grinning was anyone's guest, "you should share  it."

And for one split-second, that marvelous bust, those heavenly tits, were Penny's, and she held them in her arms and felt their weight and softness and warmth, and she knew that, someday, they would be hers.

The next moment Veronica was shrieking and slapping Penny away, leaving bright hand prints and tiny fingernail marks all over her bare, freckled shoulders and arms, before stalking out of the gym to shouts of laughter. Even Jason was chuckling.

"What was that about?" he asked. Penny shrugged, then took him by the hand.

"I'm not sure. But I guess it worked." And she nearly, nearly kissed him.

That one incident turned a great night into a perfect night.

***

The rest of the weekend was one happy, song-filled blur. She and Jason and Hannah and Keith and all of the rest stayed at the dance far longer than anyone had planned, then leaving to go get midnight snacks. Everyone had laughed at Penny's appetite, joking that it was her rage-filled hug that had worked up a hunger. Penny thought differently, though. One glance around the table at all of the fat, juicy tits there convinced her; some were resting on the hard top, some were tucked underneath with their tops bulging up to their owner's necks, some were undoubtedly getting into their heat cups as their owners looked at their dates with loving, horny eyes: all this would be Penny's. This was her big tit dream. She was dead sure of it.

Her need to feed wasn't abated for the next two days, and she was quick to satiate it. Sometimes while chatting with Hannah about how dreamy Keith was and how awesome he was and how weirdly obsessed he seemed to be with running his hands over her belly. Sometimes with Laney as she giggled at the silly things celebrities got up to and all the new clothes she had bought after her recent growth-spurt and if maybe she did have feelings for Krista. And sometimes with Jason as he chatted calmly and coolly about his interests and what colleges he was thinking of applying for and what had happened to him since middle school.

It was so weird. Like a new Jason. Not a dream Jason, even though this was definitely a dream. Dream Jason would have miraculously put on thirty pounds of muscle and gained three inches in height and stopped nervously cracking his knuckles. No, it was just calm Jason, and Penny realized that all of those times he had been hyperactive and excitable it had been an act, supposedly to please her.

But all of this was pushed aside Sunday evening, after dinner, when Hannah called on her to go clothes shopping. "It feels like we go shopping every single day," Penny whined, but nonetheless stripped off her loose sleeping gown and tried to clasp her bra.

The key word being "tried".

It was staring there in the mirror that Penny realized that for the past two days she hadn't even worn a bra, instead electing to wear loose tops and munch on food. But now, looking at them bob and bounce on her chest, they must have positively ballooned up in the last 48 hours. She cupped them in her hands and found that she couldn't even fit them all in her fingers, and not only that, they were sensitive as hell.

"A triple-A cup!," Penny breathed, watching her nipples bud up. "A triple-A!" She could feel the heat rising from her torso, a moistening starting in her panties, and realized if she didn't calm herself she might swell up even bigger. Heat cups! She would definitely have to worry about that now.

Well, even if it was a dream, is felt really, really good. She buttoned a shirt on, loving the way that it felt tight on her chest, and bounced down to meet Hannah.

"Why do you even need new clothes, anyway?" she asked her friend as they browsed through the matron section.

Hannah shrugged, the standard motion sending waves through her swollen tits and bouncing stomach. "The usual. Shirts feeling a little tight, jeans harder to get up than usual."

Penny gave her best friend a good look over and realized that, yes, the big tank-top she was decked out in did look like it was cutting into her boobs, and there was a line of flesh around her prodigious middle that was visible. She cocked her head.

"Are you still growing?"

"I guess. Or I put on a little weight. It happens I suppose." The shorter girl flashed her signature grin. "Maybe if I'm lucky I'll finally get a Large classification."

That struck a familiar chord within Penny. "Just like Laney..." she said, before drifting off into thought. That was strange, wasn't it?

"But look at you!" Hannah said, abruptly dropping her pile of tops. "All needing a new bra and stuff already! Have you thought about getting an emergency horny bra?"

Penny blushed. "Only briefly."

"What?" Hannah gasped. "This is important stuff! I mean, you could fill up this room, who the hell knows? You might be the world record holder for being a grower! Or are you just going to be a shower?"

"Hannah," Penny muttered, "shut up." But she could already feel the heat rising down under again, at the thought of spilling out of her clothes every time she got a little turned on. Oh god, to feel her flesh just pile on and on as she grew and grew, then taking hours to shrink back down until she could walk...

There was a tightness in her chest, all of a sudden. A pain, but like the pain of scratching a really deep itch, or the onset of a huge orgasm. That burning heat in her chest, a flushness across her cheeks...

And then it subsided. Penny looked down and saw that the shirt she was wearing had only gotten a little bit tighter, the buttons only just starting to pull apart. She had maybe gained to a very small B, nothing more. But Hannah's grin was now nearly tearing her head in half.

"Oh, come on," Penny said, grabbing the preggo by the arm. "Better get me measured while I'm still this size." She almost didn't notice that a matching grin was on her face.

***

School the next day was a remarkable change from just a week before. When she had been ignored, looked down on, or even made fun of, now Penny was respected and the recipient of many appraising looks. She knew it was more a reaction to rumors of her taking Veronica Green down a peg than her new, shiny AAA bra, but it was nice to pretend that she was finally getting paid attention to for her looks.

Veronica was only glimpsed once by Penny, but it was with a dark look in the endowed-girl's eyes before she disappeared around a corner.

It was after PE, when Penny had finished soaping up and rinsing down her new, wonderful breasts, that she found that her new bra no longer fit as it once had. It felt tight around the underwire, the straps digging into her shoulders just the tiniest bit. Maybe she was a bit swollen from the water, or maybe she had gotten a little too much into polishing the rounded, freckly flesh and had gotten a bit turned on. Either way, there was a simple solution: the matching "heat-cups" version, in size AB, waited for her in her gym locker, and she gladly slipped it on.

But by that night it hadn't loosened up. In fact, when she took it off before sleeping, it had even been feeling a bit tight. By the next morning it was no longer convenient to wear, and Penny was arranging for an after-school visit to the department store to return it.

The week continued in this manner, almost predictably: Penny would wake up to breasts that no longer fit comfortably in a bra, go to school with it steadily growing tighter, until coming back home to put on a new one another fraction of a size up. On Tuesday it was an ABB, and by Wednesday a full-on B, with Penny almost late to school due to the amount of time she stood in front of her mirror, bouncing her large breasts in her hands and giggling at the flesh pushing between her fingers.

"Do they hurt, growing that much?" Hannah asked on Thursday morning when Penny sat down in the car with her chest heaving. The growing junior's BC-cups were almost as large as her own head, their soft flesh pushing against the bottom of her brassiere most pleasantly.

"Are they supposed to?"

Hannah shrugged. "Mine didn't, but it took me a few months to get up to this size, and you're already about to pass me."

"Huh," Penny said, already forgetting what they were talking about as she absent-mindedly stroked a nipple to aching stiffness. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"How do you not play with them all the time?"

Both girls laughed at the absurdity of the question. "You get tired of them, trust me," Hannah said. "Be happy yours aren't leaking half the time. My milk production just took another leap forward."

"Really?" Penny could distinctly remember orgasming more than a few times just from milking, back when she was a preggo. "I sure loved it."

"Those were dreams, Penny," Hannah rolled her eyes as she parked.

Right. Dreams. Penny forgot, sometimes. But even in all of her dreams, where her tits took almost as huge leaps forward as they were now, she couldn't remember it feeling this good. Couldn't remember the joyful singing in her mind from something simple like a brush against a locker door, or the difficulty of keeping them below a desk. Her tops were slowly stretching out with her expanding bust line, the bottoms almost always lifting up to show a widening strip of belly. And Penny absolutely hated belly shirts—but when they were caused entirely from the size of her breasts, just a glimpse in a mirror made her nearly start swelling out of her bra.

"Getting her heat cups" was something else that was only somewhat problematic. Sure, it could be very inconvenient that a stray thought or accidental brush of the bust might cause her to start popping out at any moment, but it always felt so good that it just started a cascade of horniness that would leave Penny blushing and charging for the restroom to change her bra, where she would emerge with her top even tighter in her B—no, BC—no, C-cup bras.

At lunch on Thursday she was still in her heat-cups, her enormous tits smuggled beneath her shirt like twin watermelons, erect nipples prodding out like stumpy thumbs. Sure, it was embarrassing. A little. Enough to make her face almost permanently flushed, especially from all of the looks and glances everyone gave her at her obvious erect state. But she finally fit in. Now her chest was the size of almost every other girl at school, give or take a few inches. A part of the bouncing, jiggling, blouse-filling crowd. Just, you know, a little more excited at her state than most.

Keith and Hannah and Jason and Laney were already waiting for her at the table, more than enough food to sate her still huge appetite sitting on her tray. She sat down between Jason and Krista, pointedly ignoring the way that Keith's arm was slung around Hannah's shoulder his hand resting between bulging right breast and belly. The chit-chat everyone made was complementary, hilarious, and utterly forgettable. At least compared to the way that Penny sometimes lost crumbs down her cleavage, warranting an exploring hand. And it fit! Right between her tits! Completely enveloped!

And when Jason's hand rested on hers on the table, well. She didn't mind that, either. Even if it did send another wave of warmth through her body, ensuring that her C-cup bra would be needed until the end of the school day. But then, by the time she was home and the swelling was down, she had already grown so much that the 30C fit her pretty snuggly in her normal state.

It was Friday morning when Penny noticed the next unusual thing in her continually strange life.

Humming softly to herself, attempting to brush the tangles and curls out of her hair and failing horribly, Penny got ready for school. Her huge C-cup brassiere, a fancy lace red one with cups that were definitely big enough for those watermelons, was already on and tucked away underneath a loose spaghetti-strap top. It was a marvel of engineering, really, that Penny felt no strain on her back from her growing tits, not even when her bras were too tight or too loose. What Penny loved about this bra, and what made her almost-kind of wish that she would never grow out of it, was that it perfectly matched a fancy pair of red panties she already had. They were brand new, and so nice that even Penny's butt looked good in them. They were almost magical, it seemed.

That is, until Penny tried to draw up her jeans over them, and could not get them up her hips.

It was almost a feeling of déjà vu that Penny felt wash over herself as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, bent-over, a foot of cleavage draping below her, with a pert and round bottom stuck up behind her head. Her pants would not come up.

Just like in the pear dream.

But no. No. This wasn't a dream. It couldn't be. But wasn't that what her mind had been saying the entire time? That nothing this good ever happened to her?

She was back in the pear dream.

It was with a somewhat drooping heart that Penny dug through her closet for something that would fit over her widened (and assuredly widening) hips. She had been so sure that she herself believed this to be another dream, it was almost surprising that she was still disappointed. After all, hadn't she concluded that this could never happen to her? That she was destined to be flat, boring Penny?

There was a nice white skirt in her closet that had always been too loose to hang off of her narrow hips, but Penny was going to put it to good use today. She snapped it on and felt the fabric sway around her thighs and almost immediately felt better. Hell, maybe it was just a dream. But she sure looked sexy in it.

She bounced down the stairs whistling.

"What's the deal with you?" G-Mom asked, raising her eyebrow over her newspaper. "Sweet Lord, what size do you call that? You in the Ns yet?"

"Shush, Mom, you're just jealous she's going to be bigger than you," Penny's mom said. "You look pretty this morning, Pen!"

"Thanks," Penny grinned. "I'm going to need some new pants kind of quickly, I think."

***

The rest of Friday was virtually uneventful. Now assured that it was all a dream, Penny felt her confidence skyrocket even more than before. She answered as many questions as possible in all of her classes. She squeezed into her now undersized gym shorts and tightening sports bra for another excellent day of gym. She had an encounter with Veronica Green in the hall and managed to escape without a word passing between them (although Veronica was dressed in a strangely modest manner). And yes, her fancy, pretty bra was definitely feeling tight around the edges when she packed up at the end of the day. The skirt had gotten her a lot of compliments, and Penny had silently decided to put off visiting the nurse's office until she was absolutely sure this wasn't another random growth spurt. Just in case. If it was a dream, she reasoned as she stuffed her bookbag, might as well wait a while before finding out that it was.

She shut her locker door to find Jason there.

"So," he said, trying to look casual. His arms swung a bit, then he seemed to realize he was swinging them too much and held them awkwardly stiff. "A week since the dance."

"Uh, yep," Penny said, holding her books to her chest. They sunk in a few delicious inches.

"I was wondering..."

"Yeah?"

His thumbs twiddled in a somewhat adorable manner. "If you want to come over. Hang out. My dad's gone for the night, and I can give you a ride home whenever."

Penny was more amused than anything. Here was her middle school crush, previously demoted to "most annoying guy in the world" before his recent redemption, now trying to make an even more serious move on her. But then... he was really cute.

"Why not?"

Half-an-hour later found the pair of them sitting up on the edge of his old tree house, hanging their legs over the cracked wooden boards, and reminiscing about old times.

"—and then Hannah tried to swing on the tire swing but got stuck, so I had to jump down and save her!"

"Man, you were good at climbing trees back then."

"Well, you know! It was convenient, sometimes, not being weighed down by huge boobs or something, like every other girl." She blushed, strangely enough. It was funny how almost every old story came back to Hannah being a preggo, or Veronica being bigger than their moms, or how Penny hadn't been blessed with such advantages. An unusually cold breeze blew across the yard, and Penny drew her knees up, carefully holding her skirt up with her hands and pressing her huge and soft bosom into her neck and chin. "Look at all of the trouble Hannah got into, staggering around with that huge belly."

"Yeah, well. Some guys like that, I guess." It was clear that he was thinking of Keith Whistler.

"Do you like that?"

Jason shrugged. "I don't know. I know that, well, I like you. But I liked you before you became, you know. Bigger."

"That's nice to know," Penny said sleepily. The sun was setting, and, despite herself, she was leaning over onto Jason's arm, and he was leaning a bit back. "Why do you like me?" she asked, knowing it was clearly a fish for compliments.

"I don't know that, either," he said softly. "I like how your hair is always everywhere. I like how your freckles highlight your face. I like how ridiculously hardheaded you are about your stupid pessimism. I like how you can go from shy to bold in a matter of seconds." He kissed her through that impossibly frizzy hair, and Penny realized that his arm was around her shoulders, now. "You know. The usual stuff."

It was unimaginably cheesy, but Penny could feel that her nipples were hard as steel, digging into her thighs, and that familiar warmth was blossoming within each teat. Already her legs were being forced, millimeters at a time, away from her chest from her expanding breasts. "Those are, uh," she stammered, the heat also rising in her face, "some nice things."

And now Jason was turning her head with his hand, and now his lips were coming closer to hers, and now her top was getting so much tighter, the straps digging into her shoulders, and now—

Their lips had been locked for minutes, maybe hours, before she realized that the warmth on her naked thighs wasn't from her burning hot breasts, but from something else. Something wet and liquid. Like a steel trap, Penny's legs shot down against the wooden deck of the tree fort and her hands travelled around the expanse of her bosom to the growing wet patches on the front.

"What's up, what's wrong?" Jason asked.

Penny couldn't believe it. "I'm lactating."

***

The weekend absolutely crawled by, Penny made sure of it with every glance at the clock. The school was the best place to be tested for a mutation, her mom reassured her, as they had government computers for quick access. So there was no use bugging anyone about getting tested this weekend; she would just have to wait.

And so Penny waited. She paced. She texted and chatted and IMed with Hannah, who was ecstatic that Penny might be a preggo. She apologized over and over again to Jason about sprinting out on him like that, absolutely sure that she had looked like an idiot running back home with her huge tits bouncing and sprinkling milk everywhere. Jason reassured her, again and again, that it was fine and she could have gotten a ride from him, but she almost didn't hear him.

And, of course, she grew.

Inch by inch, half-cup by half-cup, Penny grew bigger. Saturday afternoon Penny's D-cup bra was already feeling tight; when she went to bed she couldn't wear it at all. Size comparisons were thrown around the Parson house: big as beach balls, large as laundry baskets, fatter than Hannah's stomach. All of them meant one thing to Penny: huge.

By the time she laid herself to sleep, Sunday night, she had gone through three different bras, milked herself four times, and was wearing size 3 sweatpants. It was difficult to find a sleeping position, even with the thoughts running through her brain about mutations, but Penny eventually settled for on her side, her breasts slipping and sliding over each other before resting across most of her body.

The following morning, her E-cup bra nestling those huge breasts that were now resting on Hannah's dashboard, Penny had one thought: the nurse. Although even that didn't stop her comparison to Hannah's belly, peeking out from under her best friend's relentlessly-small top while the tiny blonde chattered mindlessly. Yes, her mom had been right: Penny's boobs were almost bigger than the preggo's bulging, triplet-sized stomach.

"I need you to test me for mutations," Penny said, bursting into Mrs. Wight's office.

The look on the nurse's face was mixed surprise and, strange, pity. "Miss Parson, breast growth is a perfectly normal part of a young girl's—"

Penny shook her head, her hair flying and her enormous bust following afterward. "You don't understand, I've been lactating all weekend, and my butt keeps getting bigger, and—"

"Oh, I see," the nurse said, her demeanor changing in an instant as she took Penny by the hand and lead her to the examination table. "In that case, it's a simple enough process."

Penny grimaced. "Blood test, right? And need me to pee in something?"

The laugh that pealed out was almost a girlish giggle. "Penny, it's 2012. We just need a DNA sample." Penny's eyes focused on the cotton swab in front of her.

"Oh."

While the machine was sending results off to the nearest processing center, Mrs. Wight said that she might as well make it a proper examination and had Penny strip down to her panties, "even the bra off, dear," and measured virtually everything Penny had. There was the usual bust and chest and the expected hip measurements, but then the belly ("probably to test for obvious preggo signs there," Penny reasoned), and her individual legs, and her arms... all which Penny had a hard time justifying. But, after an eternity, the machine beeped.

Mrs. Wight stared at the paper for a long time.

"What is it?" Penny finally asked, clipping her bra on and very briefly noticing that her back hadn't hurt at all without it.

"It's most... unusual, dear," the fat nurse finally said. "I'm not sure if I should... well, I guess they are YOUR results."

"What about them?" Now the curiosity was mind-melting. Did she not have a mutation, and was just really weird? Maybe she was a freak with a preggo and a pear mutation, although a very sexy freak. What new thing was her dreams hurling at her, now?

Mrs. Wight flipped the paper around, showing a huge amount of technical jargon and codified phrases. "It says you have them all. You're every mutation."

***

"Every mutation? How can that happen?" Hannah asked, her voice screeching to a tinny vibration over the phone.

"I have no idea," Penny said. "I don't think I've been getting fatter, either, and I'm pretty sure I haven't been bulking up..."

It was Monday night, almost three weeks since Penny had woken up from her last dream. And now this stuff was being thrown at her, something so unbelievable there was no way her subconscious expected her to believe it. The principal had sent her home after her test results came back, and scheduled a special meeting of the minds between Penny's mom, an expert being flown in, Mrs. Wight, and Penny herself.

"That is so weird. And I thought I was a freak because I've been getting bigger, but now you're this crazy all-mutations girl? How can I compete?"

"Hey," Penny said, "I'm not a frea— Wait, what did you say? You're getting bigger?"

Hannah's voice was wry. "Well, I didn't want to say anything and steal your thunder, but yeah, haven't you noticed? My boobs, this stomach. I don't know how much longer I can drive us to school, kiddo."

"It's getting that bad? I didn't even notice! I'm so sorry." Penny felt horrible: so wrapped up in her own growth that she didn't even notice her own best friend.

"Don't be! Keith loves it. Actually, I kind of love it, too." Hannah's voice fell to a stage whisper. "It feels so good when he strokes it. Since you're maybe a preggo, too, you should try it, once you start puffing up."

Penny shrugged even though Hannah couldn't see her. "Maybe I won't puff up. Maybe I'll just need milkings or something. Who knows! Maybe I'll expand into a pile of fat, muscle, butt, belly, and breasts, squirting milk out constantly and unable to move!"

"That does sound hot," Hannah giggled, "but I'd hope not."

"No," Penny said, already lost back in thought. Hannah was growing. Hurm.

She said her goodbyes and hung up the phone, then punched in Laney's number. Once she had her confirmation, she called up Caroline, too.

Most curious, she thought to herself while squirting some more milk into the sink.

***

The next morning Penny was excused from school again. The experts had all been flown in, and they were going to come over and examine Penny in her home. She sat on the couch, her breasts overflowing her lap and sitting halfway on the cushions beside her. By the time she was back in school on Friday, she would definitely be bigger than even Veronica Green. Assuming they let her back in school, once she dropped the bomb.

Introductions were curt and precise. One doctor was famous for studying mutations and working closely with several Immobiles including the famous Harriet Fischer. Her breasts were unusually small, barely bigger than handfuls in her B-cup bra. The other was, awkwardly, a man, neat hair cut short and glasses hiding his eyes as he peered at Penny. Mrs. Wight reassured her that they were both big names in their fields, certified members of the NIA, and Penny promptly forgot what those names even were.

Tests were made, questions were asked, more DNA and this time blood samples were taken. Penny had almost here entire body poked and prodded, measured and pinched. When they were all done, the pair sat back, seemingly satisfied.

"So?" G-Mom asked.

"So," the woman said, "the tests were correct."

"All of them?" Penny replied, momentarily shaken. "Really? How do you know?"

The man stepped forward. "A number of things, but the easiest ones for you to recognize are all here. First, the lactation, which you yourself experienced a few hours ago. Then there is the matter of a very firm but slight growth here," and he prodded her belly," along with the very mutation-esque fat growths along your rear and hipline. Combine that with the slight flabbiness along your waist here," poke," which is also free of cellulite and other non-mutation notifiers, and the layer of muscle in your arms and quite prominently appearing on your back," where he looked several times thoroughly over his spectacles, "and, well, that's all of them. Plus the usual DNA tags, hormone levels, and the rest."

"Wow," Penny said, taken aback.

"Indeed."

Mrs. Parson clasped her hands. "So what now?"

The agents looked at each other before the woman spoke up. "Well, normally studying of mutations doesn't happen until adulthood, and is entirely voluntary, anyway. You'll receive the usual compensation in the mail, as well as a mutation ID card and such. You'll qualify for a lot of scholarships, if you want to go to college!"

"That's great," Penny said after pulling her top back on, "but there's something else you should know." All ten eyes in the room trained on her, making her almost wish she hadn't spoken up. "I think... I think I'm making other girls grow, too."

Mrs. Wight gave Penny a funny look before a giggle escaped from her lips, and soon there were chuckles all around. Penny blushed a deep red, but the man gave her another piercing look. "How so?"

Penny gulped. "Well, my best friend, she's a preggo—"

"Matron, dear," Mrs. Wight plugged.

"Right, Matron. And she stopped growing years ago. But just a few weeks ago, right when I started getting my breasts in, she started getting bigger, too, and had to start milking even more."

"Interesting, but almost purely coincidental," he responded.

"Right, but my feeder friend, Laney, she started getting fatter, too. She passed the Large requirements even though she's been sitting just under them for years."

She had his attention, now.

"And my pear friend, Caroline. Even she's been growing, and we're not even that good of friends. She was the most recent to get her mutation, but she had definitely stopped before this school year, and now has put on so many inches that even I noticed."

"That is definitely something interesting," the man said, giving a meaningful look at his colleague. She had finished packing, and now everyone in the room was once more staring at Penny. "We may have to check back with you in a while. And your friends—"

"—will stay unbothered," the woman finished. "It might mean nothing. It's not like it's a second B-Day or anything."

"Right," he said, doing nothing to calm Penny down. "Definitely not."

They left, and they left Penny relieved that it was a dream.

***

Thursday night Penny was once more tossing and turning in her sleep, each maneuver causing her bed to shake and quake as her breasts realigned themselves, when her cell phone chirped. It was Jason, asking if she wanted to talk.

"It's kind of late, Jason," she texted back. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Who else?" he responded, and she couldn't really deny him that. Immediately after her response there was a clunk at her window and it opened up, the cold night air causing her nipples, now both the size of small fists, to harden immediately beneath her XXXXL t-shirt.

"Jason?" she called out softly, drawing her knees up between her breasts.

"Who else?" he asked again as he came in the window and shut it.

Within a half-hour she had relayed everything that had happened that day, including the foreboding denials of the scientists.

"So is it a global event or something?" he asked, but Penny shook her head.

"They seemed pretty surprised at it. It's just something happening here... and it might be coming from me."

He raised an eyebrow. "A little self-centered, are we?" Penny hit him with a pillow.

"As if! It's just weird that all of them are my friends. Heck, I don't think Caroline even talks to the other two. But they're also the only mutations I have regular contact with."

"Weird," Jason said. But it was clear he had other things on his mind. "So any mention of how big you're going to get?"

"What's this?" Penny asked, feigning astonishment. "This coming from the boy who claimed I was beautiful before this all started?"

"Oh, but you were beautiful," he said, affecting a fake Italian accent. "And now there is so much more beauty to behold, I only wish that there may be even more." His hands were massaging the warm, pliable flesh of her breasts, and Penny's eyes were rolling back into her head. "And I think you do, too," he whispered, finishing with a kiss on the lips.

"I do," Penny gasped, her t-shirt getting painfully tight.

"Then let's hope you get really big." And then his jeans were off, and somehow her panties, and her huge, swollen breasts were bare between them, laying on the bed, and a condom was on his dick, and then they were reliving the night they had lost each others' virginities.

His penis had seemed so big then, so erect, even though it was, like Jason, smaller than average. But now, compared to her huge, freckled bust, it seemed tiny. Insignificant. Especially since she was so horny, and they had swollen so big—

"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh god I figured it out." Even while he was inside her.

"Figured what out?" he asked, not stopping his motion.

"This isn't a dream. My god I'm not dreaming."

Despite the situation, he still gave a patented Jason smirk. "What clued you in?"

"My... my heat cups. I didn't have them in my dreams. But now I realize how completely absurd they make this entire— entire— entire thing—"

The combination of sensations, of Jason's hands kneading her breasts while he leaned in and kissed her, of her own hands working her over-sensitive nipples, of his prick inside her, massaging her where even she rarely dared to tread, all combined with the newfound knowledge that this was not a dream, not even her wildest one, sent Penny over the edge for the first time.

***

Jason was gone by the next morning, and Penny took a long time looking herself over in the mirror before dressing in her GH-cup brassiere, and then the rest of her clothes. It was amazing how all of the rest of her was now taking a backseat to her tits and how she managed them. Who could blame her, though? They hung enormous from her chest, down to her hips unsupported, bigger than Veronica Green's ever would be by now. Each individual one could be a medium-sized beanbag chair, if you didn't mind a girl screaming in orgasm when you sat down, and that's both just after a milking and when she wasn't in her heat.

Speaking of milking, she wondered if Jason had been too tired the night before to remember the thin stream of milk she had slipped into his mouth. It was impossible to say, really. She didn't want him to be insulted. It was her gift to him, for being such a good friend.

After her breasts, her hips were now definitely wider than normal for a girl her age. Nearing on 40-inches, they were wide and chubby, her bottom nicely formed and round behind, even if sprayed with freckles. And the doctor had been right: a firm little pot belly was forming at her waist, ovular and firm, and was combined with a very soft padding all around her. Her arms were the tiniest bit chubby as well, and her calves. It wasn't much, but it was curving her out. It was also hiding the thin layer of muscle that seemed obvious to her when she looked at her back and flexed. Obvious, but subtle. Just enough to help keep her upright without a bra.

Smiling and humming, Penny finished dressing. A big, flowy blouse. Some form-fitting jeans. Two-inch heels. Why not? This wasn't a dream.

True to her word, Hannah was not driving to pick Penny up that morning. She was delegated to the backseat, where her belly now pressed all the way into the driver's seat and then some, pushing her huge, already-leaking knockers into her face. Jason was instead driving, and, to Penny's surprise, they were also joined by Keith Whistler, who was sitting next to Hannah, although you'd think they were attached at the chest.

Penny pushed the passenger's seat as far back as possible, apologizing for knocking the captain of the football team's knees, and squeezed in next to Jason. Her breast managed to press up against the gear shifter.

"Sorry," she blushed, but Jason just laughed, copped a mighty feel, and drove them to school.

Penny walked through the halls, holding her flaming head unusually high, and watched the reactions of those around her. She was so much bigger than she had been on Monday, and even then it had only been a brief appearance, that she was the talk around school. "Bigger than Veronica Green," the whispers said. The school didn't have any kind of breast-focused monarchy, but if there had been a queen of the school, Veronica would have been it. And now Penny was bigger. Penny, with her breasts bouncing off of her hips and thighs with every step, her flesh jiggling very, very slightly across her entire body, her back strong and keeping her up, her bottom swaying. It was Penny.

On the way to her first period, after her now routinely awkward maneuvers at the locker, she passed Caroline in the hall. Caroline, whose hips now stuck out a foot to either side if they stuck out an inch, whose ass formed a solid and silky shelf behind her, and was grinning from ear to ear almost constantly. Shortly behind her was Laney and Krista, their arms intertwined, Laney now clearly much bigger than her girlfriend, although both of them were over 400 pounds, their soft bellies and breasts overlaying on top of each other, nearly bursting out of their clothes.

And there, standing in the way between Penny and her first period, was Veronica Green.

She was wearing a giant bulky sweatshirt, at least five sizes too large, with a big hood pulled up over her head, but that long blond hair and those massive tits were unmistakable, as well as the angry look that she shot at Penny just before smothering it with nonchalance. But Penny didn't miss it.

"Hi Veronica," she said sweetly. Etiquette demanded that Veronica respond, and she didn't let Penny down.

"Hello, Penny." She had stopped, and her head was held high, but there was something reserved in her. Was it the fact that her chest, previously thought to be huge like a god's, were now dwarfed by Penny's?

"It's been a few weeks since I've seen you," Penny said. She tried to ignore the fact that the hall had fallen deadly silent.

Veronica made an act of remembering. "Right, since the dance."

"Did you have a good time there?"

"Good enough." Her eyes were shifting, looking for a way out. Penny had an instant of sympathy, remembering what it had been like to be cornered by Veronica not one month ago. She stepped aside, and relief flooded Veronica's face.

"Well," Penny said, reaching out a hand to pat her rival on the shoulder, "have a nice weekend."

But Veronica saw her hand reaching out and terror was etched in her eyes. She twisted out of the way, suddenly shrieking, but the twist did the damage: the bulky sweatshirt was revealed not to be five sizes too large, but just barely containing the muscle-bound lifter that Veronica had recently grown to be. With that twist and just the wrong flex, the thick material grew tight and then burst open all along the huge muscles of her arms, shoulders and back. As the top fell away, the full extent of the changes Veronica had been going through became clear not just to Penny, but to the entire school. Her bulging, meaty biceps, laced with veins, were like flour bags, her swollen deltoids and trapeziuses shielding up around her neck. Her back was like a chiseled statue, lines and tendons all along it, only hidden by her extremely loose bra—loose only because her giant tits were being lifted up on their own, probably due to her hidden but undoubtedly godly-strong pecs.

She was like corded muscle, an image of the perfect lifter with two enormous breasts, even for that breast-laden world.

Penny suddenly flashed back to the night at the dance, where she had grabbed onto Veronica and felt those two huge boobs. "Girls I've been in contact with," she muttered.

"Don't look at me! Don't look!" Veronica said. But everyone was already looking. And, to Veronica's surprise, they didn't care too much at all.

***

As far as Penny was concerned, Veronica was the last proof she needed to convince herself that, somehow, girls she came in contact with had their mutations unlocked. Not to unlimited growth, as time would tell, but rather to some sort of second stage of their mutation. Sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. Sometimes very gradual, taking months and months to realize any change, and sometimes, as Veronica found, very sudden.

Of the last month of her junior year, Penny managed to spent two weeks at her school before being deemed too large to fit in the doors. In those two weeks, she managed to come into contact with 86 girls with mutations who were willing to get a little bit "more". All 86 showed some sort of reaction, with time, thus cementing proof. The later scientists who worked with Penny agreed that her experimentation was dangerous, but ultimately harmless: none of the girls were unhappy with their lot.

But on that Friday, on the Friday Veronica Green's new body was exposed to the world, Jason took Penny home again, where his father made them a delicious dinner that Penny ate almost all of, before driving them out to the beach where they had the most delicious sex Penny could imagine. Jason winked at her as he pulled out a slightly larger sized condom than the last time, and she tried to chase the image of a Keith Whistler with a cock so big he could hardly move around from her mind, but even her dreams were sometimes hard to forget.

Still, that night Jason did drink such an awful lot of milk out of her heaving breasts, breasts which nearly were pinning her to their blanket. In her orgasmic state, it was difficult to say just how much.

So Penny continued to grow. She didn't get much fatter (although maybe enough to be pleasantly plump), she didn't get much more muscular (although even she was surprised at how long she was able to keep walking before giving into a wheelchair), her butt didn't get too impossibly big (although maybe 60 inches just seemed small to her), and she still wouldn't look pregnant to the casual viewer (although maybe that was because getting a peek at her stomach was nigh impossible). But her breasts didn't give up.

Maybe it was the combined power of the four mutations, or maybe Penny just had some locked-away gene somewhere, but by summer she was classified as Immobile and moved to a specialty school to finish up her education with tutors and government-regulated diet and exercise. Her mother and grandmother visited Mondays and Wednesdays. Jason visited on the weekends, and they fucked like rabbits, although it became increasingly difficult for a number of reasons. The foremost was his own schooling, as he studied to get into the best colleges, but it also turned out that even the most mutated of vaginas can only contain so much cock. Jason was able to fit a surprising sixteen inches and some change into Penny's overtaxed and stretched hole, but that was the maximum, and so she stopped feeding him, no matter how good it felt for both of them. Besides, he reasoned as he stroked her messy, bushy hair one night, it was getting way too difficult to drink just a little bit without bathing in it. Pants were getting expensive, too.

But Penny still grew. A few cup sizes a day, at her peak, but those seemed like miniscule amounts by then. She did yoga and Pilates and aerobics, and her breasts were given huge massages to avoid bedsores. She was moved to different rooms as she grew bigger... and bigger...

Finally, two years after it had all started, two long years of growth and unbelievable sex, Penny Parson woke up.

***

Her alarm was playing some song by Cake. "What time is it?" she moaned.

"We have two hours," Jason said, leaning over and kissing her. "I love you."

"I love you too," she smiled. Who cared if she was shorter than her? He was big where it counted. In his heart, and in his pants. Well, if he could even get into his pants: trying to stuff a dick of that size into tight and expensive slacks was a difficult task, especially a semi-erect one. Penny loved to watch him try to handle his huge cock, marveling at the way that Jason's hands couldn't even reach halfway around the meaty, vein-covered member, salivating at the juicy, smooth ostrich eggs that he liked to call balls that were always banging and jiggling down there. Eventually he wrestled it down into his underwear and under his pants, before zipping himself up. And, just like that, he was gone.

Penny forced herself up and began feeling around for her dress. Everything of importance in her new life had to be within arm's-reach, or she would need professional help to get it on. Speaking of which...

She pressed a buzzer, and within three minutes an army of helpers came streaming in. They began unfolding something massive, just outside of Penny's vision, and laying it out all around her. Or she assumed they were, from what she could see.

Her two breasts, her two enormous, gigantic, monstrous, warehouse-filling, totally-real breasts kind of blocked her view. They towered up and over her, a canyon of cleavage tall enough to hide a semi truck with in, and came to rest somewhere on the other side of the temporary housing the government had her in. She had needed to come here for the wedding, and so the government had provided. The government almost didn't turn down Penny Parson.

With a rallying cry and a count of three, her breasts were lifted up by an army of hands. She came, just a little, from the sensation, all while the top of her dress was slipped and slided underneath her behemoths. At last she was laid down, and she felt her morning milking welling up in her breasts from the exchange. A football field away (or at least it seemed like it; she probably fell a few dozen yards short), one enormous droplet was forming at the tips of each of her nipples, and soon a hot-tub's worth of milk would drip from her truck-sized milk-dispensers. That would be all the milk for at least eight hours, thank god.

Above her, the straps of her dress flipped down the mountainside of her breasts, the snaps falling within easy reach. She reached up, feeling the powerful muscles hidden within her soft arms contract, then pulled the straps down tightly to snap into her dress bottom. After stepping into some white heels and brushing her hair, then applying a bit of makeup, she was ready. "Thanks, everyone!"

An hour later they were loading her into a very, very wide trailer, and stopping access along certain roads, all so she could get to the field where the wedding was taking place. There she would be accompanied by her army of helpers, all of them armed with silken straps, so that she could walk down the aisle.

"I don't see what the big deal is—" she had protested at this plan when it was first brought up.

"It needs to be PERFECT," Hannah had shouted her down, tits heaving in front of her face, stomach rippling and bobbing. Who was Penny to argue with that?

And so, with wedding bells ringing, Penny walked down the four-lane-wide aisle, blushing and trying not to stumble, while Jason held her arm. Her mom and G-Mom were on the right, a bunch of people she didn't know on the left. Her breasts, at some point, must have reached the altar, because they started turning, and Penny did her best to keep up. Jason gave her arm a squeeze, she got one more glimpse of the monster in his trousers, and then he was out of sight while she slowly walked forward, doing her best not to run into the sloped wall of hot, sensitive skin in front of her. When finally they turned completely around, she was at the altar.

She took a few more steps to the left...

They set her down with a WHUMP that kicked up more than a fair bit of dust, but Penny at last could see the entire crowd, and she looked through them as the other bridesmaids and groomsmen came in. She was the Maid of Honor, but she agreed that it made the most sense to have her on the outside.

First Caroline came, her buttocks nearly dragging on the red carpet as she hefted herself over to stand next to Penny. Caroline claimed that they stopped measuring "around" once you pass 200 inches and just start measuring width and depth. Even if it weren't true, Caroline liked to talk about being eight feet wide and four feet deep, and Penny was apt to believe her. The pear and Hannah had grown very close in college, Penny understood, and now that she knew that they weren't mortal enemies, she had developed a soft spot for her.

Next were Laney and Krista, a pair as always. Laney had far surpassed Krista with her continued growth, now fat enough that each step was a stagger that seemed to shake the ground. At last report to Penny, she was nearing her 1000th pound, far more than doubling her girlfriend's 480. And why would Laney lie about something that made her so happy? Even in her loose dress, it was easy to see that her belly was nearly brushing the ground in front of her, that her butt, while not as formed as Caroline's, was still bouncing from her step ten paces ago, and that her breasts were big enough to need an extra-strength bra. Panting and smiling at Penny through her flabby, round face, Laney joined them, with Krista joining the groomsmen side in her very loose black pantsuit.

And finally, with fanfare and a standing audience, the bride came down the aisle.

Hannah was dressed in a gorgeous white gown, one perfectly fit to her shapely, swollen breasts and giant, round stomach. It was almost miraculous how every curve of her belly was visible, and yet the wedding dress was loose enough to drag on the ground. Of course, maybe it was the hidden device underneath her belly, pretty much a fancy skateboard strapped to her, that let Hannah move so freely down the aisle. "When you have the equivalent of a Smart Car for a stomach," Hannah has said gleefully, "why not make it smarter?" Penny was more apt to say that her stomach was bigger than a Smart Car, more like the size of a Mini, but why argue with a bride on her wedding day?

When she was finally down the aisle, she gave an unscripted squeal of excitement that sent the crowd chuckling while Keith's grin grew bigger. It was clear that he and Hannah were a little less restrained when it came to sharing preggo milk than Penny and Jason: rather than slacks, he was clad in a formal kilt, one that almost reached the ground, in order to hide his extremely oversized and constantly swollen cock. Hannah had shared with Penny in not-so-secret that he had a hard time moving around if it wasn't bound up in some extra-strong underwear, as it could trail two or three yards long, even when he was soft, and a couple feet thick. She liked to use it as a pillow, Hannah had admitted, giggling.

As Hannah and Keith said their vows, Penny realized that she had missed someone important in the crowd. Penny would normally say that she was impossible to miss, but with the still-growing women of the world getting even bigger thanks to Penny's influence, charities, lectures, and DNA samples, women of her size were becoming slightly more common. But Veronica Green should have still been easy to spot, in the back row or not; her muscles, of epic proportions, made her pop up a few more feet than anyone else. 

Out of all of her contacts in that initial barrage of "Penny Offerings," Veronica seemed to have changed the most. Starting as a stick-thin girl and growing into a monstrous lifter, she had ended up the closest to any of the dreams Penny had been plagued with that spring in junior year. Her arms were as wide around as some couches. Her chest was now so pumped up that even her prodigious breasts were stretching a little thing on top of it. Her back and shoulders were raised up like sandbags around her neck. Veronica Green was wearing possibly the loosest dress at the wedding, but even that didn't prevent her enormous, lifter mutation muscles from pulling it tight.

Penny looked at every one of her friends (or at least friendly acquaintances) at the wedding. She looked them over very hard. The lifter, with muscles so great and yet so addicting. The pear, with an impossible hipline and always a comfortable seat. The feeders, with so much soft flesh to caress and fondle. And the matron, with round fertile belly and life-(and orgasm-)giving milk. All of them were so fun to be, so awesome to be a part of, to grow as. Penny could still remember how vivid her dreams were. She loved them so much that she still loved having groups of adolescent girls visit her, touch her, and start experiencing their own changes.

Sometimes she wondered if any of it had actually happened. Maybe, somewhere else in the multiverse, an identical Penny Parson was still so impossibly muscular that she couldn't even bend her arms, but instead used her time to counsel kids on proper fitness, and in the evenings flex just to bring herself to orgasm. Or there was a pear Penny out there, one that travelled the world by an extra-large train car, her butt cheeks hidden in a skirt that was made from a family-reunion-sized tent, while working on a great American novel. The preggo Penny would spend her days sunning herself outside, her belly resting in a swimming pool and nearly displacing all of the water while warm milk trickled down on top of it, sometimes to be bottled up and offered to rich business men who insisted on only the best penis enlargers. Finally, the feeder Penny probably did what the real Penny did: chatted with famous Immobiles, wrote, read everything she possibly could, enjoyed her alone time, and didn't care about not moving too much.

All of those Pennies, though, were missing three main things. One was that strange part of her that she liked to think had caused the dreams to happen, the one that prepared her for a life of teaching other girls how to handle their newly increasing mutations, and had let her friends live out the dreams they didn't even know they had; that pheromone or chemical or quirk of DNA that had sparked what Time Magazine called a new era for mutations everywhere. The second thing was staring right at her from across the alter, a horny look gleaming in his eyes as something stiff and obscene formed in his pants. Jason had been annoying, a side character at best throughout those tumultuous weeks, but a constant force that she had brushed aside for better fantasies. She wouldn't trade the world for him, or his lovely, amazingly ripe and ready cock. A cock she gave him.

And the third was a heat that she felt rising inside her chest, a tickling, prickly feeling that quickly spread out. Up her tits, then over them, around them, all through all of her acres of flesh and breast tissue, finally reaching the tips of her mountains, two soft kiddy-pool wide nipples that were stiffening into pylons more than two meters long. Some people in the crowd were staring, but Penny didn't care. She was already in a pleasure feedback loop, started at just the hint of Jason fucking her hard after the reception. The dress, composed of hundreds of square yards of fabric, was getting tighter and tighter, stretching more and more as Penny started approaching her fully-turned-on state. She only grew a relatively small size in her heat-cups, but when two dozen cup-sizes is barely a splash in the pond, gaining several hundred can be shocking.

And shocking it was: a pure electric current of orgasmic force shook through Penny as she grew bigger, her panties soaked and dripping. Her breasts smashed together in front of her, then spread out to the sides, eating up feet of cold grass in seconds. Her face flushed, her chest heaving, Penny fell forward into the giving flesh, arms outstretched and bottom bouncing. She gasped in orgasm, just as the crowd gasped in mixed horror and wonder. "Penny!" Hannah shouted, but it was mostly with amusement.

Penny didn't care. She wasn't living in a dream-land, that was for sure: things were still embarrassing, she still had completely unmanageable hair, and her body was still mostly one gigantic freckle. But she was happy to be her, to be Penny Parson. Every single morning when she woke up.