Disclaimer: you know the drill: this story contains scenes of a sexual nature, and breasts of ever-increasing dimensions. If you’re too young or—for reasons that I’m unable to fathom—don’t like large breasts, then you probably shouldn’t be reading this.
The next morning Mike headed back over to Michelle’s apartment. They were going to join up with the others, and then go to see Professor Tamura; there had been a bit of a question about whether they should see her first or go straight to a hospital. In the end, the thought of trying to explain what happened to a nurse at the ER had convinced them the professor was a better choice. They had already sent her a message that they were coming.
Mike arrived at Michelle’s door feeling thoroughly worn out, and he had to supress a yawn as he waited for her to open the door. Not surprisingly he hadn’t slept much, his experience with Kimiko and the subsequent conversation with Michelle dominating his thoughts as he tossed and turned. Even though he knew it was useless to worry about what’s done, he kept going over it in his head trying to think what he could’ve done different, and what he could do to make it up to Michelle. He’d considered buying her some small present—flowers, maybe—this morning, but he knew Michelle well enough to know that that wouldn’t impress her. In fact, it could backfire as she might think he was trying to buy his way out of his guilt.
Michelle opened the door, looking pretty tired herself, and let him in. He wasn’t surprised to see Kimiko already there, and fortunately it didn’t look like the two girls had been fighting.
Mike did a double-take when he saw Kimiko. Nearly resting on her lap were two enormous, watermelon sized breasts, even larger than they had been yesterday. Stretched across them was what had once been her baggiest t-shirt, now tight as a second skin. Mike wondered how her nipples weren’t visible, as she couldn’t possibly have found a bra that could fit her. Maybe she had taped them down?
The rest of her was not quite as great, however. Her hair and make-up were messy, and her eyes were bloodshot and red; obviously she’d been crying. Mike felt a pang of guilt; even though technically Kimiko had initiated their encounter yesterday, he still felt responsible.
“Hi,” he said lamely as she noticed him. “Look, I’m sorry…”
“No, I’m sorry. It was my fault,” Kimiko cut him off, sniffling. “Me and my stupid breast obsession getting the better of me.”
“We were both at fault,” Mike said, trying to comfort her. “And the only person we need to apologise to is Michelle.”
Michelle looked from him to Kimiko, her face rife with melancholy. “I just want things back the way they were,” she sighed. “Back before we took those stupid formulas. Back before everything got screwed up.”
“Michelle, really, I’m sorry. I already said yesterday I don’t want to use the formula as an excuse. We shouldn’t have done it, plain and simple, and all I want to do now is make it up to you, if I can.”
A thin smile formed around Michelle’s lips. “You’re sweet, Mike, really. I know you didn’t want to cheat on me, and I do appreciate that you didn’t try to keep it a secret. It helps a lot that you were honest, at least. But like I said, I can’t just forget this.”
“So what do you propose?” Mike asked. “I’ll do anything, just name it.”
“I don’t know,” Michelle said. “I already discussed it with Kimiko, and I just want things to be normal, but I don’t know if we can do it. Under other circumstances I’d give you a time-out to give me a few days to think, but that’s not an option now. We need to stick together while this weird stuff is happening. And also,”—she blushed slightly—“the horniness may be less than it was yesterday, but it’ll be back, I’m sure of it. We’re going to need each other for that, or it’ll just get worse.”
Mike knew what she was talking about, and felt his cock twitch. Dammit, he was supposed to be apologising to her, not thinking about sex! Still, he couldn’t help but be relieved she wasn’t going to cut him off under the current circumstances.
“I don’t have the answers either,” Mike said. “I’ve never been in this situation, nor did I ever think I would be. I’m just going to do my best, and hope I can regain your trust. I thought about this a lot last night, and I do love you, Michelle. I don’t want to lose you.”
Michelle looked at him, as if trying to decide what to do, but no decision seemed forthcoming. They just stared at each other for a few moments.
“Can I ask you a favour?” Kimiko asked, breaking the silence. “Could we not say anything to Maaya and Rose? I don’t want things to get awkward.”
Mike was a bit relieved she said that; he didn’t really want to share what had happened with the others either. “Sure, if Michelle’s okay with it.”
“I guess we can do that,” she conceded. “But if we want to pretend nothing happened, we’re going to have to clean you up a bit. Come on,” she said to Kimiko.
Taking the transport tube was interesting, to say the least. Mike was used to the girls getting glances, especially Michelle and Rose, but the way everyone’s head turned when they walked by now was almost comical. Everybody wanted to get a look at the large-breasted foreign girl and the utterly gigantic tits of her Japanese friend. Mike was getting some stares too, mainly envious ones from other guys. Fortunately his own small amount of growth was not visible while he had his pants on.
It wasn’t strange the girls were the centre of attention, as their breasts weren’t the only attractions. Michelle was still her normal, shapely self otherwise. Her light skin, great figure and long, voluminous chestnut hair made her a head-turner under ordinary circumstances, and with the addition of an even more amazing rack it was a close call which of the two girls was getting more looks, despite Kimiko’s clear advantage in breast size.
Not that the formerly flat chested Asian could complain; her lithe, athletic yet still curvy body and strong legs had gotten her plenty of attention before, even if she might not have noticed it due to the more overt stares directed towards Rose and Michelle.
Unfortunately, not all of the attention was positive. A lot of people, particularly elders, were giving them disapproving looks, and Mike heard a fair amount of muttering behind his back. Mike felt like slugging some of the people with more obviously negative reactions; it’s not as if any of this was their fault, and besides, both girls looked great even if it wasn’t the norm. Fortunately the positive attention seemed to outweigh the negative.
Michelle had done an admirable job cleaning Kimiko up; her eyes were still a bit red, but other than that it was hard to tell anything was wrong. The usually energetic Japanese girl’s mood had also improved a bit now that she had seen with her own eyes that Mike and Michelle weren’t fighting, and unless Mike was mistaken she seemed to be enjoying the attention her new boobs were getting. She was also being preoccupied simply trying to manoeuvre without running into people or things—although most of the men she accidentally brushed against weren’t complaining. As a result, Kimiko had to forgo her usual jumping and bouncing around.
Despite her cleaned-up appearance, it was however inevitable that her clothes were still ill-fitting, as Michelle didn’t have anything that could fit Kimiko either in her present state. At least the stretched shirt was not as obvious now that she had her jacket on over it, even though closing the jacket was completely out of the question.
Mike, Michelle and Kimiko had exchanged messages with Maaya and Rose, and they had agreed to meet at Ochanomizu station as usual on the way to see the professor. Mike hoped that they wouldn’t think it strange that Kimiko was with them, as she usually got on at that station as well; hopefully they’d be too distracted by Kimiko’s enormous breasts to question anything else.
He wondered how Maaya and Rose had been affected by the formulas. They’d hinted at something big in the messages, but they didn’t give any concrete information. He wondered if perhaps he would be getting his wish of seeing Rose with breasts bigger than Professor Tamura’s after all. Or Maaya with a similar sized chest, perhaps? They’d look even huger on her tiny body.
Of course, he no longer needed to wonder what breasts bigger than Tamura’s looked like, as Kimiko had easily surpassed her already. He doubted that either Rose or Maaya could beat Kimiko in the amount of relative change they’d undergone, though of course he couldn’t be sure; judging by Michelle, Kimiko and himself, the formula didn’t cause the same amount of change in everyone.
However, nothing could’ve prepared the three of them for what truly awaited at Ochanomizu station. The capsule’s doors slid open, and Mike’s mouth fell open.
“Oh my god…” Michelle said, and Kimiko gasped audibly. They weren’t the only ones to notice either; a deep silence fell over the capsule as all the passengers were stunned by the spectacle.
It began with the feet, two of which belonged to Maaya and a larger, darker set that was Rose’s. Both of them were wearing open sandals which were obviously too small for them. Regular shoes had been out of the question, as they could never have squeezed into any closed footwear they owned.
Those feet were connected to two very, very long pairs of legs. Mike had heard the expression “legs that go on forever”, but these very nearly did for real. Maaya’s legs were still shorter than Rose, but both were clearly a lot longer than they were supposed to be, and extremely shapely. Mike had always thought Maaya had nice legs in spite of her size, and now it was much more obvious.
Somewhere above the half-way point of the door, those legs joined together in two pairs of hips. Both girls were wearing shorts that were obviously too small, leaving most of those delicious legs bare. Mike thought he recognised the clothes Maaya was wearing as belonging to Rose, which was understandable since they had a better chance of fitting than any of Maaya’s own outfits, though it was obviously still a lost cause.
Rose’s belly was completely bare, showing off her awesome hourglass figure. The Brazilian hadn’t even tried to cover it up, as she was wearing a tank top that was barely capable of containing her breasts. Maaya was dressed in a regular t-shirt—also belonging to Rose—which was still tight across her chest and didn’t hang down further than her navel.
And that’s where it ended. The rest of these two amazing beauties was obscured by the door frame, leaving the onlookers to guess at exactly how large those breasts were or what faces belonged to the two giant girls.
The mystery was solved when the two amazons crouched through the door, and the sight of them rising up to full height inside the capsule—hindered by handholds and advertisements—was incredible. The two of them towered over everyone else, and Rose nearly touched the ceiling with her head. There were no other passengers behind them at that door, as apparently people had been giving them a wide berth.
“Hi down there,” said an elated Maaya, who was obviously enjoying the reactions she was getting. Rose was also smirking slightly as some people in the capsule were trying to get the hell away, and most others were staring unabashedly.
Mike swallowed hard, recalling fantasies he’d had about giantesses. Sure, Rose and Maaya were still relatively small compared to most of those fantasies, but this was already beyond belief. Their too small clothes definitely weren’t helping either, as they invoked images of the girls growing out of them.
Rose’s low-cut tank-top in particular was having a hard time keeping her enormous breasts at bay, displaying an unprecedented amount of cleavage both at the top and bottom. Both girls’ breasts had obviously grown out of proportion with their bodies, though it seemed that Kimiko had both of them beaten on that point.
“Jesus wept! What happened?” Mike finally managed to utter.
“That’s a good question,” Rose said. “We’re kind of hoping Tamura can tell us.”
“Something wonderful, that’s what,” said Maaya, giving Rose a wink to indicate the double meaning, which was lost on the others. “I’ve always wanted to be tall, and now I’m bigger than anyone else!”
“Except for Rose,” Kimiko said, laughing. The sheer absurdity of the scene had evidently allowed her to forget her misery, and she seemed amused by her friends’ predicament.
“Except for Rose,” Maaya conceded. “But I can live with that.” She gave Rose’s hand a quick squeeze, and Mike got the distinct feeling he was missing something.
“It looks like we’re not the only ones with big changes,” Rose said, looking at Kimiko. “I think you may need to move to district I or J, or somewhere near that.”
“I doubt the arcology has enough districts, to be honest,” Maaya joked.
“But, are you okay?” Michelle asked, sounding concerned. “How about side-effects? Head-aches? Dizziness?”
“Don’t be a spoilsport,” Maaya said, pouting a little. “There’s nothing wrong with us, we’re just very big!” She pushed her hands against the capsule’s ceiling for emphasis.
“How about vertigo?” Kimiko sniggered.
Maaya laughed. “Might be a danger if we get any bigger, yeah.”
Mike had to swallow at the mental image that conjured up. In his mind, Maaya was as long as the capsule, lying across its full length—seats and other obstacles conveniently gone—with himself sitting on her chest, one humongous breast on either side.
“Guess how big we are,” Maaya said.
“I don’t know; over two fifty, I’d say,” Kimiko replied.
“Close enough,” Maaya said happily. “I read my bio-chip this morning, and it said I was two metres fifty-eight! And Rose is two eighty-seven.”
“Dear lord,” Kimiko said. “That’s amazing! I guess I have to get used to being the smallest.”
“You’re still the biggest in one respect,” Rose said.
“I want to know why we didn’t get any taller,” Michelle said ponderously. “You obviously experienced the above-normal breast growth that we did. And all of us grew different amounts, irrespective of the original size or target size. There must be some genetic difference that accounts for it, but if the reaction is not uniform it might be more difficult to find the cause and develop a cure.”
Mike looked at Michelle, and wondered why she was the only one that was taking this so seriously. They all recognised that it wasn’t normal and that there might be severe health consequences in the long run, but besides Michelle they were all able to appreciate the short-term wish-fulfilment aspect of what was happening to some degree—Maaya most of all, it seemed. Mike wondered how much of Michelle’s mood was due to what happened between him and Kimiko rather than the changes.
“Come on, chin up,” he said, squeezing her arm softly. “We’ll get through this; you know better than most what miracles modern genetics can accomplish. I’m sure a genius like Tamura or Bassir can fix this.”
“I suppose… I’m just overwhelmed by all this. It’s the uncertainty that’s getting to me.” She looked him in the eye. “Sure, we feel fine now, but what if we develop tumours, or grow into misshapen freaks? We just don’t know what’s going to happen.”
Mike took her hands to try to reassure her. “Look, Michelle… wait, aren’t you supposed to be shorter than me?”
“What?”
Mike looked at Michelle’s feet. No heels, and she wasn’t standing on tip-toes or anything. Yet she was definitely a centimetre or two taller than Mike, while normally she should be about five centimetres shorter. Since Mike was one ninety-five, she had to be close to two metres now.
“You have grown,” he exclaimed. “You’re taller than me!”
“What the hell is happening to us, Mike?” Michelle said, her voice shaking.
Mike embraced her. “Tamura will know, I’m sure. Just hang in there, it’ll be alright.”
Kimiko pulled a face. “So I’m the only one who didn’t get taller? I guess it all went to my breasts, then.” She absent-mindedly fondled her large assets.
“And I guess Mike is the only one who didn’t change at all,” Rose said.
“Actually, I did,” he said, speaking very, very quietly. “My penis is slightly larger.”
“What the hell?” Rose exclaimed, looking disgusted. “How is that even possible? You’re not mixing formulas.”
“Damned if I know,” Mike said. “Hopefully Professor Tamura will have an answer.”
Unfortunately, it turned out that Tamura was as surprised as they were. The shock on her face was evident as the five of them had come into her office and explained what happened. Angrily, Tamura told them about the results of yesterday’s medical check-up, and Dr Bassir’s insistence to keep them in the dark.
Although a quick examination at the health centre revealed that there were no immediately obvious health issues with Mike or the girls, ultimately Tamura couldn’t provide an answer to the most important question: what to do about it. She simply didn’t understand what was happening to them, and the university’s medical facilities weren’t equipped to deal with something so completely anomalous—not to mention the difficulty Rose and Maaya had fitting in those scanners.
After Tamura made a quick call to Bassir—she didn’t care that she would be waking him up due to the time difference—it was decided they should go to Madihi Labs in Casablanca, where they had specialized equipment that could help determine the cause of their problems, and hopefully also the cure. Tamura made a few more calls to arrange everything, and they agreed to meet again later that day for the flight.
So it was that Rose found herself waiting together with Maaya outside Haneda Airport later that same day, bags hastily packed, to catch a supersonic to Casablanca. Tokyo’s old international airport had grown considerably and was further into the bay than its origins in the twentieth century, and thanks to the advent of fully automated aircraft and air traffic control it was able to handle far more traffic than before. As a result, it had once again overtaken the much more distant Narita Airport as the primary international gateway to the Tokyo Arcology.
Rose and Maaya had gotten there first, and they were waiting at the airport’s transport tube station, just outside the terminal building. Rose was slowly getting used to her higher vantage point; it was strange how you never notice everything getting smaller when you grow normally during childhood, but now it was very obvious. Then again, Rose supposed that no one grew half a metre in a single day during childhood. Maaya was having more difficulty adjusting, constantly hitting her head against doorframes and low ceilings. This wasn’t surprising, since Maaya had increased in height by more than a metre, and unlike Rose had never needed to crouch for anything before.
Rose noticed that Maaya was also finding it hard to adapt to the stares she was getting. Rose was used to it; she’d always been tall and curvy, and enjoyed showing it off. But while the formerly diminutive girl may have gotten some glances for her cute face, now she was getting at least as much attention as Rose. Maaya seemed to alternate between being proud of her new size and incredibly embarrassed by the whole situation.
Rose couldn’t deny the changes in the Japanese-Chinese girl made her look stunning. She still had a hard time believing what had happened the night before, and not just the growth. What had started merely as horny playfulness had ended up one of the most incredible nights in recent memory. For someone with only limited experience with girls, Maaya had turned out to be quite skilled, and the heightened sensations of their growing bodies also contributed to the intense pleasure.
Maaya was also showing an amazing amount of devotion, holding hands and kissing Rose whenever the opportunity arose and she thought no one was looking. While Rose hadn’t really been looking for a new relationship, she found herself being drawn in by Maaya’s genuine affections.
In any case, it was a good distraction, because deep down Rose had to admit she shared some of Michelle’s concerns. This wasn’t normal behaviour for human bodies, and with experimental medicine as radical as the rejuvenation formula, you never knew what to expect. Still, she was confident that modern medical science could fix just about anything, and so far all five of them were feeling fine. For the time being she was vicariously enjoying the experience through Maaya, who was clearly happy with her new height. Whatever the consequences might be, she knew she couldn’t change them by constantly worrying about it.
Rose’s thoughts were interrupted when Mike, Michelle and Kimiko emerged from the station. Rose noted how strange it was that for the second time today, Kimiko had shown up together with Mike and Michelle even though normally she hung out more with Maaya. Was it just because Rose had monopolised Maaya’s attention for most of the day, or was there something more to it?
“What the hell?” Kimiko blurted as she saw Maaya and Rose. “Where did you two find clothes that fit?”
It was true; Rose and Maaya were both wearing new clothes that fit their large bodies perfectly. Maaya wore knee-length jeans and a stylish off-white blouse, and while Rose’s more daring short skirt and V-neck top may still have showed off a considerable amount of skin, it was obviously not because they were too small for her.
“There’s this shop I know that can custom-make clothes within an hour using an automatic tailor,” Rose answered. “It’s come in handy before since even at my old height I didn’t exactly wear standard sizes, especially here in Japan. They’re not cheap, but Professor Tamura offered to pay using Madihi Labs’ expense account.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kimiko demanded, looking sour. “I ended up buying the largest men’s shirt I could find at short notice, and I’m still not wearing a bra!”
“Sorry,” Rose shrugged. “We were in a rush getting ready in time for the flight, so I guess I forgot.”
Rose checked out Kimiko. She was wearing, as she said, a large men’s button-down shirt that just barely fit around her enormous chest. The top few buttons couldn’t be closed, so her breasts bulged out of the top, but it still looked less ridiculous than the overly tight t-shirt she had worn that morning. Despite Kimiko’s disappointment at not being told about the custom clothes, Rose couldn’t help but get the impression she didn’t really mind showing off that much cleavage.
“So, everybody ready to go?” Mike asked. “I must admit, despite the situation, a free trip to Casablanca is quite a nice bonus.”
“This isn’t a vacation, Mike,” Michelle admonished him.
“Have you ever been to Casablanca?” Maaya asked.
He shook his head. “Nope. My folks and I travelled around much of Europe when I was younger, but I’ve never visited Africa.”
“I’ve never been out of Japan,” Maaya admitted. “Actually, I’ve never been on a plane. It’s exciting!”
“It’s not that spectacular, really,” Mike said. “I’ve flown a lot; it gets quite boring after a while.”
They were interrupted by the voice of Professor Tamura, approaching them from behind. “But I bet you’ve never flown business class before!”
“Hi Professor,” Michelle said. “You mean we’re flying business class today?”
“Of course,” the Professor said, waving her hand as if dismissing the matter. “Or would you like to try squeezing Miss Silva and Miss Chung into an economy class seat?”
“It would be hilarious, though,” Kimiko laughed.
“But uncomfortable,” Rose said. “I hope Madihi is paying for this, Professor. We wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.”
“Of course they are. This mess is their fault, so expenses are on them until it’s solved. Now, we’d better go, our flight leaves in twenty minutes.”
They proceeded to the terminal entrance, and dropped their luggage in one of the many baggage collection chutes along the outside wall. The bags, already tagged with a chip identifying their owner, would automatically be taken to the correct aircraft based on their flight reservation. Entering the terminal, they walked through the blue light of the security scanner that covered all the entrances and exits of the terminal building. It checked for any illegal or dangerous items, and if found would alert security personnel. It also checked their identification from their biometric chips, and logged their departure from the country. If there were no issues, they could proceed straight to the gate without bothering with long lines or check-in procedures.
Rose brought up directions on her retinal implant, and it overlaid arrows on the floor in her vision showing her how to get to the gate, and provided information about the distance. Their gate wasn’t too far, so they didn’t need to hurry.
Maaya suddenly looked concerned. “Professor, something’s wrong. My retinal implants aren’t working.”
“Oh?” Tamura said. “Is this the first time you’ve tried using them today?”
Maaya thought about it for a bit. “I think so. I haven’t needed them until now. I was trying to check the airport map.”
“In that case, I expect your growth has caused the nerve connections on the implant to become misaligned. It’s one of the reasons why you can’t normally get implants until after puberty. It’s inconvenient, but not dangerous; you just have to get them realigned. Although it may be better to wait until we’re sure you won’t grow any further.”
“I could grow more?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure, but we can’t discount the possibility.”
Rose thought she could hear a note of excitement in Maaya’s voice at the thought of getting even bigger. And Rose had to admit, it excited her too. Maaya might still be shorter than Rose, but she had gained much more height, and if that trend continued… Rose wondered what it would be like to have sex with a taller girl, something which she’d never experienced before. She had always been the taller one with all her previous girlfriends.
“Professor, we’re flying via Amsterdam, right?” Mike asked.
“That’s correct, Mister Conrad. We have a twenty-five minute layover, which should be plenty of time.”
“Cool,” Mike said. “The artificial island that New Amsterdam Airport is on is right next to where they’re building the new North Sea Arcology. We should be able to see it during the flight.”
“I would think so, yes,” Tamura replied, though she didn’t seem particularly interested. “Ah, there’s our gate.”
They walked through the gate, going through another scanner that ensured this was indeed their flight, and proceeded to board the aircraft, a Boeing SS187 supersonic airliner.
Maaya, who’d never been in an aircraft before, was looking around with interest. “It looks smaller than I thought,” she said.
“That’s probably just because you’re bigger than before,” Tamura offered. “Our seats are in the first row.” She pointed towards the nose of the aircraft.
Like most supersonics, their plane was a large blended wing body aircraft whose aerodynamics were specifically designed to eliminate sonic booms, allowing them to fly over land at a cruising speed of nearly Mach 5. It had very wide cabin, offering seating for over 700 passengers, and most of the fuselage was made from variable-transparency composite, allowing passengers to look outside in nearly all directions except straight down. Currently, the composite was somewhat darkened to reduce the glare of the afternoon sun.
They had three pairs of seats all the way in the front, the entire first row, which allowed them an excellent view out the front; the cockpit was directly below them, where the plane’s sole pilot was there primarily to keep an eye on the automated systems and to take action in case of an emergency.
Mike sighed as he lowered himself into the luxurious leather cushioning, and Michelle gave him a brief smile as she sat down next to him, and took his hand. Much to Mike’s relief, it seemed Michelle wasn’t so angry anymore, and since the examination had shown they were all currently still healthy she was also slightly less worried.
Rose, misreading their expressions, looked at them with a sly smile. “You two thinking of joining the mile high club?”
“Are you kidding?” Mike said, laughing. “Do you know how small aircraft bathrooms are, even in business class?”
A flight attendant came to their seats, and did a double-take when she saw Maaya, Rose and Kimiko. She recovered her professionalism quickly however, and asked them if they wanted anything to drink before take-off. Mike admired the attendant’s figure as she took their order; it was one of the reasons he liked KLM, as they nearly always had tall, blonde flight attendants, although he thought he might need to adjust his definition of tall after today.
He turned on his undressing software, the one way he’d found to keep long flights interesting. It couldn’t do a very accurate job with a random flight attendant he’d never seen before, but that didn’t matter; even if her nipples weren’t really as big as the software estimated, they were still nice nipples to look at. For good measure, he also enabled the software for Michelle, Kimiko, Maaya and Rose, though fear of the repercussions if he was found out prevented him from using it on Professor Tamura, even though he’d love to see her amazing breasts. Looking at the now 100% accurate representation of Michelle’s naked body, he did feel a brief pang of guilt, even though Michelle had previously told him she didn’t mind him looking at other women as long as it was only looking (and as long as he didn’t complain about her looking at other guys); yesterday’s events with Kimiko meant he should be a bit more discreet than usual to regain her trust.
As the aircraft began to taxi, the senior purser came on with an announcement. “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome aboard KLM flight 862 to Amsterdam. Our flying time today will be just under three hours, and we’re expecting clear skies for most of the way. Full net access is available during this flight, and as KLM passengers you can access our inflight entertainment system on your retinal implant for free access to a large variety of movies and other programmes. For those passengers too young to have implants”—“or if they’re not working,” Maaya muttered under her breath—“please ask one of our flight attendants to provide you with a screen.” After she finished, the announcement was repeated in Dutch and Japanese.
As they made their way across the airfield, Maaya pointed out the window. “Those planes look funny. They’re just tubes with wings.”
“Those are antiques,” Mike said. “Old twentieth and twenty-first century planes that are part of Haneda’s flight museum.”
“I’m glad we’re flying in a normal plane, and not one of those flimsy-looking things,” Maaya said, frowning.
They turned onto the runway, and began to accelerate. Mike felt himself pushed back into his seat as the aircraft left the ground and ascended steeply, quickly accelerating to supersonic speeds. As they left Tokyo behind, Mike was hoping that at the end of this trip their problems would be solved.
The transfer at Amsterdam was uneventful, or at least as uneventful as travelling with extremely tall and busty women can be. The Dutch may be used to tall people, but even they had never seen anything like Maaya and Rose. And for once, Professor Tamura’s chest got comparatively little attention as it was overshadowed by Kimiko’s, though her flamboyant green hair still attracted some stares. Michelle even admitted to Mike she almost wished she’d grown more as people virtually ignored her in the presence of the others; it was a good indication of what Kimiko and Maaya must’ve felt like around Michelle and Rose before, in any case.
From Amsterdam it was just a short trip to Casablanca, and their plane approached the arcology late in the morning, local time. The domes that replaced much of the old city glittered in the sunlight next to the Atlantic Ocean as they descended towards them. Mike didn’t know if he was imagining it, but even from a distance the arcology looked richer than Tokyo.
During the twenty-first century, the Western economy had gone from bad to worse, reaching its nadir around the 2060s when climate change, shortages in oil and other natural resources, and growing population pressure gave what seemed to be a death blow to Western-style consumerism. With the economies of Europe and the US continuously declining, they had dragged the large Asian economies like India and China down with them.
The situation didn’t improve until the end of the century, when the first commercially viable nuclear fusion power plant finally went online, promising a clean, efficient replacement of fossil fuels with none of the drawbacks of nuclear fission and at a fraction of the cost of other renewable sources of energy. The North African Conglomerate, a collection of companies from Morocco, Algeria and Tunisia, acted quickly to install fusion reactors in North Africa, causing the region to be the first to recover from the depression. Then, after Japan demonstrated the viability of the concept of arcologies in the early twenty-second century, the global economy finally managed to drag itself out of the mud. The North African Conglomerate ended up so rich that for all intents and purposes it superseded the government of the three African states in which it operated, and in 2178, Casablanca—where the Conglomerate’s headquarters were located—became the capital of the entire region.
Mike was glad they made it to Casablanca without incident. Although girls growing huge breasts or becoming giantesses were his biggest fantasies, even he didn’t feel like experiencing the reality of a huge growth spurt at eighteen kilometres altitude. The thought of one of the girls outgrowing the airplane was, admittedly, hot, but it would be quite deadly.
Professor Tamura had told them that Dr Bassir would meet them in person at the airport, but to their surprise he was nowhere to be found. They were even more surprised when a young woman waved them over.
“Professor Sayoko Tamura, I assume,” she said, smiling. “Your group is kind of hard to miss.”
The same could be said about the girl, Mike thought. He guessed she was a few years older than him, but not many. Her skin was smooth and dark like chocolate, and her face was accentuated by full lips, a long, yet delicate nose, deep brown eyes, and curly, shoulder-length auburn hair. Her figure was equally spectacular, with wide hips, long legs, and a chest that, if it hadn’t been for Mike’s present company, would’ve been very impressive.
She was wearing a loose emerald green dress whose colour appeared to shift and shimmer in the light as she moved. The fabric seemed to flow around her, conforming to her curvy body in way that such a loose garment really shouldn’t. The fabric was also slightly transparent, as was a common North African fashion at the moment, just enough to make you question whether or not you could actually see her nipples, the effect of which was extremely alluring. The elegant dress accentuated her beauty so perfectly that the idea of using his undressing software never even crossed Mike’s mind. He suspected the material was smart-silk, but if that was the case the dress must cost a fortune.
“Yes, that’s me,” Tamura answered her. “I’m sorry, the person I spoke to before told me we would be met by Dr Bassir.”
“I am Dr Lina Bassir,” the girl said. “Though I guess you were expecting my father.” She smiled broadly, which made her seem even more beautiful. “My dad asked me to take care of you during your visit. I’ve already arranged for your luggage to be brought to my apartment, where you will be staying.”
“We’re staying with you?” Mike blurted out, surprised.
Tamura shot him an irritated look. “What he means is, we don’t wish to impose.”
Lina smiled again. “It’s no problem. To be honest, I’m glad to have some company. That ridiculously large apartment my dad got for me feels rather lonely at times. When I was still studying for my Ph.D., I shared it with a bunch of my fellow students, but ever since I finished it’s just been me and a lot of empty rooms.”
That they were staying at her place was hardly the last surprise Lina had in store for them, though. She led their little group not to the arcology’s transport tubes, but to a private vehicle that looked like an old-fashioned limousine.
“It’s an antique Rolls Royce,” Lina explained when she saw their expressions. “The petrol engine’s been replaced with a modern electric system, of course, and it’s controlled by standard traffic net software, but otherwise it’s mostly original.”
“Jesus wept!” Mike exclaimed. “Just how rich are you?”
“Very,” Lina replied simply. “It’s mostly my dad’s money, of course. I’m still trying to get out of his shadow, to be honest.”
“But you work for Madihi Labs, right?” Michelle asked as they got into the car, which despite its size was rather cramped with the seven of them.
“That’s right. I’m following in my father’s footsteps as it were. But I got hired on my own merits, not because of my name.” She sounded very proud when she said it.
“Do you think you’ll be able to help us?” Rose asked.
“I don’t know,” Lina admitted. “We’ve never had a case like this before, and the other test subjects didn’t have any such symptoms. But I’m sure we’ll figure it out. My father and your Professor Tamura here are some the most brilliant geneticists in the world, after all.”
“Wait, test subjects? Plural?” Tamura interrupted her. “I thought I was the only other person who was taking the formula? I didn’t think they’d started wider trials yet.”
“They haven’t. It’s just that I’ve been taking it as well, actually,” Lina said.
“What?” Kimiko said, incredulous. “Dr Bassir used his own daughter as a test subject?”
“I requested it myself. I helped design the formula, I knew it was safe; or at least, I thought I did until, well, you know…” She gestured at the girls.
“But you haven’t been taking any other medication, I assume,” Maaya said.
“Yeah, I guess that’s what makes the difference.” She looked at Mike. “Though that doesn’t explain your penis expansion.”
Mike turned crimson; in retrospect he should’ve known she would know about that.
Lina simply grinned at his reaction. “In any case, we should know soon enough.”
The tests in they were subjected to at Madihi Labs were much the same as the regular check-ups at the university in Tokyo, though the equipment was more sophisticated and the tests more thorough. They also took longer, and Mike and the girls were beginning to get very tired by the time they were finished. Supersonic flight may have made travel times shorter, but it only made jetlag worse since the time difference was still the same. Although there was medication to reset a person’s biological rhythm and effectively eliminate jetlag, Tamura had recommended they shouldn’t take any other medicine until they knew what was going on.
On top of that, all of them had noticed the horniness was returning with a vengeance. Michelle and Mike were beginning to regret not at least trying to join the mile high club, and the same was probably true for Maaya and Rose, even though they had to acknowledge there was absolutely no way they would’ve both fit in the plane’s bathroom at the same time. It was even worse for Kimiko, who didn’t have anyone and who felt increasingly guilty as her thoughts kept returning to Mike and the feeling of his hard dick and his hands on her growing breasts.
But none of them had any chance for relief, as after the tests they had to wait at the Labs for the results. They didn’t even have Lina or Professor Tamura to talk to, as they had gone to consult with the other scientists on the project.
“That Lina is quite a looker, isn’t she?” Rose commented, slouched in one of the chairs of the conference room where they were told to wait.
“Well, if you’re saying it, I guess it must be true,” Michelle said sarcastically.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I mean a voluptuous three-metre-tall goddess like you has very little to worry about when it comes to competition.”
“That doesn’t mean she isn’t still beautiful, and besides, I wasn’t complaining about competition, just making an observation. Also, I’m not three metres.”
“Yet,” Maaya said, looking at Rose adoringly.
“What do you think, Mike?” Rose asked. “Besides me, you’re probably the biggest expert when it comes to evaluating smoking hot girls.”
Mike raised his hands above his head. “I invoke my right to silence on the grounds that I don’t want to incriminate myself.”
“Probably wise,” Michelle said, giving him a sly smile.
“I could look great too if I had a dress like that,” Kimiko pouted.
“Kimiko, with your body and those tits you’d turn heads even if you’re wearing a burlap sack,” Rose said jocularly. “Besides, that dress was smart-silk. It probably costs most than most people make in a year.”
“True,” Kimiko grinned. “Too bad my aunt is rich, but not crazy. Even she wouldn’t buy something like that for me.”
“Maybe we can demand some huge compensation from Madihi Labs when this is all over,” Mike said. “Then you can all get smart-silk dresses like Lina’s.”
Just as he said that, Lina walked in the room, followed by her father, Professor Tamura, and a few other scientists. “I’m glad you like my dress,” Lina said, giving all of them a friendly smile. “But I’m afraid it was a gift from a fashion designer who’s a friend of my dad; it’s one of a kind. I have a few other smart-silk dresses that you’re free to borrow if you like, though I doubt they’d fit any of you right now except maybe Michelle.”
“Let’s get to business, shall we,” Dr Bassir said, ignoring his daughter. The middle-aged African man sat down at the conference table, looking very serious. “We have the preliminary results of the examination, and though we don’t have all the answers yet, it proved quite illuminating.”
“What did you find?” Michelle asked anxiously.
“At first we were puzzled why the two formulas would interact, since they target unrelated parts of your DNA. However, the key was in the fact that augmentation consists not just of the DNA-rewriting retro-virus, but also of various components designed to stimulate the actual growth. It appears these are acting as a catalyst for increased cellular generation when combined with our formula. This expresses itself as growth across the whole body, although it is focussed on mammary tissue due to the nature of the augmentation formula you are taking. This effect was, I’m afraid, entirely unforeseen, and we are still investigating the exact cause of the interaction.”
“It was actually Lina who discovered the additional components were the key,” Tamura pointed out, causing Lina to blush.
“But what about me?” Mike asked. “I didn’t take any other medication.”
“Incorrect, Mister Conrad,” Dr Bassir said. “Your blood sample revealed trace amounts of the growth formula. You must have ingested some by accident.”
Mike scratched his head. “But how…”
“The orange juice!” Michelle blurted out suddenly. Mike just looked at her confused. “I just remembered. It was the day Professor Tamura asked us about the formula; I made some orange juice for myself and mixed it with the breast augmentation formula, but when I returned from the shower it was gone. I thought I just remembered wrong, but maybe if you drank it…”
“Yeah, I did,” Mike said. “I remember now. My throat was dry, and there was a glass on the counter; I didn’t know it wasn’t regular juice!”
“Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t have mattered,” Dr Bassir said. “The formula is keyed to Miss Meyer’s DNA, and the growth components have no effect by themselves. It was only when the rejuvenation formula was introduced to your system that it made a difference.”
“But then, why did only my… you know… grow? The girls all got taller, even Kimiko is a little bit taller even though she didn’t think so at first.”
“That I don’t know yet, I’m afraid. We suspect your gender may make a difference; it’s possible that testosterone affected how your growth was localized. The fact that your growth has been less substantial than the girls is more easily explained if you only ingested the breast augmentation formula once, although we cannot yet eliminate other factors there either.”
“That explains Mike, but why did I grow so much less than Kimiko, Maaya or Rose?” Michelle asked. “I’m only a few centimetres taller, and my breasts didn’t grow anything like Kimiko’s.”
Dr Bassir leaned back in his chair. “I’ve been asking myself that same question, but as of yet…”
“Wait, Michelle,” Lina interrupted. “You said you mixed the formulas with orange juice. Do you always take them diluted like that?”
“Yes, but it’s still the same amount,” Michelle said, raising an eyebrow.
“No, Lina’s right, I think,” Tamura added. “The dilution may have caused slower absorption into the blood stream, leading to a less severe reaction. In time, you probably would’ve caught up with the others, unless of course they kept growing at the same rate.”
“The real question, though,” Michelle said, “is whether we are in any danger, and if we can stop this and reverse the changes?”
Mike didn’t think Michelle saw it, but the look Maaya gave Michelle indicated she had mixed feelings about reversing anything.
Dr Bassir leaned forward, putting his chin on his hands. “For the first part: no, I don’t believe you are in any danger. Despite the changes, you are all extremely healthy; in fact, you are probably healthier than most people thanks to the positive effects of the rejuvenation formula. For the second part, I expect we will be able to. We will need to do more experiments, but once we understand how the catalyst operates we should be able to duplicate and control the process. That should allow us to stop the effects, and perhaps also return you to more reasonable sizes.”
Mike looked around the table, and as he predicted, Maaya didn’t look very happy at that. He wondered, however, it they necessarily had to go back to their original sizes. If they could truly control the process…
Kimiko seemed to agree with Maaya. “Too bad,” she said. “I kind of like being huge. Though I guess they are rather inconvenient.”
“You get used to it,” Tamura said, only half-joking. “In any case, we will take you off the formulas for now, and we recommend you stay in Casablanca until the solution has been found, with daily check-ups to monitor your condition.”
“Actually, Professor, that’s not entirely correct,” Dr Bassir said. “We will take them off the breast augmentation formula, to be sure. But I feel it may be better if they continue taking the rejuvenation formula. We know it does no harm by itself, and the intended effects will help their bodies cope with the growth.”
“But they would still grow until the growth components are completely gone from their bloodstream,” Lina objected. “Mike took the formula only once over two weeks ago and there are still traces present.”
“Some minor additional growth is inevitable since they also still have rejuvenation formula in their system, even if they don’t continue taking it,” Dr Bassir replied. “I believe I can alter the formula slightly to mitigate that effect. I will have the new batches of formula delivered for each of you to your accommodation as soon as they’re ready, and I would recommend you take an additional dosage tonight, since you didn’t take any this morning. And I would also ask Miss Meyer, or any of you, not to dilute the formula, just to eliminate further variables.”
“I guess,” Lina said. “If you think it’s necessary.” She didn’t seem terribly convinced.
“I do, and I’m the project leader,” Dr Bassir said, and obviously considered the matter settled. “I suggest you take our guests to their accommodation, my dear Lina. You’re also free to take some time off the coming days to show them around and make them feel at home.”
“But wouldn’t it be better if I helped with…”
“I’m sure we can manage,” Dr Bassir said. “We have Professor Tamura’s help as well, after all.”
Lina looked like she was about to disagree, but said nothing. Instead, she led them out of the room, and took them back to the car.
After Professor Tamura, Lina, and the others had left the room, one of the other scientists, who had thus far been silent, spoke up.
“Dr Bassir, I’m curious what kind of modifications you intend to make to the formula. I didn’t think we had enough data yet to be able to devise a way to slow down the growth effect.”
“We don’t,” Bassir replied simply. “We’ll use the same formula as before; however, I want it mixed with the breast augmentation formula. I want them to continue to take both.”
“May I ask why, sir?”
“This growth effect we’re seeing is frankly amazing. The rate of cell generation that the body must perform to enable them to grow so rapidly… not even cancer tissue can grow that fast. Yet the tissue appears completely healthy. It could be the key to unlocking the secret of preventing cellular aging. And if that’s the case, it’s not just rejuvenation…”
“It’s true eternal youth,” the scientist finished.
“Exactly. But I need more data, and after this getting the Conglomerate to approve new test subjects will be hell. Therefore, I need them to continue to ingest both formulas so I can continue to study the effects.”
“Then why not tell them that, sir?”
“That blasted Tamura would never agree. She is a brilliant scientist, but too much bound by the rules. There’s no foreseeable danger to the subjects, and besides that, at least some of them seem to enjoy the growth. I think it’s best therefore that we do not inform them, for the time being. And that includes my daughter; I feel she would probably tell them if she knew.”
“But what if it gets out of hand? We don’t know what the limits of this effect are.”
“Indeed, we don’t know. That’s precisely why we must continue our observation.”
Lina had one more surprise for the group, as the Rolls Royce took them out of the arcology domes, into the old part of the city near the ocean which had been largely preserved. If Casablanca was a city for the rich, this part was reserved for those that were exceptionally so.
The car stopped at the base of a classically styled apartment building. It turned out Lina lived on the top floor. The entire top floor, in fact, as she had not exaggerated the size of her flat. If Lina hadn’t already explained she shared the place during her time as a Ph.D. student, Mike would’ve been clueless as to why she needed that much space.
Lina opened the door for them, and the four girls plus Mike and Professor Tamura entered, feeling absolutely exhausted. Despite that, they couldn’t help but be impressed by the interior. Lush carpets were in almost every room, and the furniture was a clever combination of classic mahogany and oak with more modern styling.
Barely five seconds after they entered, Kimiko ran ahead, opened the door to the balcony, and stepped outside. “You’ve got a real view!” she yelled enthusiastically. “Of the ocean, too!”
Mike and the others followed her outside. Kimiko was leaning against the parapet, which had the effect of compressing her chest, causing it to bulge up against her chin. They had looked like they were going to burst out of that shirt all day, and Mike thought this kind of behaviour would soon make that a reality.
But even Kimiko’s mighty breasts could not distract him from the view of the old part of Casablanca and the Atlantic Ocean. The sun was low in the sky, its light reflected in the waters of the Atlantic, and the glittering domes of the arcology were behind them. After years living in the Tokyo Arcology with only holographic views of Tokyo Bay, it was absolutely breath-taking.
Mike suddenly realised that he was staying in a luxurious apartment in Casablanca, the richest city in the world, as the only guy among six absolutely gorgeous and unbelievably busty women, one of whom was his girlfriend (and one was one of his strictest professors, but that could be ignored). Assuming Dr Bassir was right and they weren’t in any medical danger, this whole episode could end up being an unforgettable experience for him.
“Quite a view, isn’t it?” Lina said, smiling broadly. “Even I haven’t grown bored of it yet.”
Mike looked around at her. In the sunlight, she looked even sexier than before, and that dress was just stunning. It reflected the sunlight in every colour imaginable—and some he didn’t think he could’ve imagined—causing rainbow patterns to ripple and sparkle across its emerald green surface, accentuating her every luscious curve. Right then, Mike would’ve donated a kidney to get a dress like that for Michelle; he always thought she looked good in green, as it matched her eyes.
“You are very lucky to live here,” he said.
“I guess, yeah,” she shrugged. “My dad got me the place, mostly to get me out of his hair, I think. I would like it more if I owned the place myself.”
“Still better than the shoe box I live in,” Mike said.
“But it’s a shoe box you paid for, with money you earned.”
“A scholarship, actually,” Mike replied sheepishly.
“Which you got because you were good enough to get it. I’ve had just about everything handed to me, never any accomplishments of my own. I still don’t know if the Ph.D. committee really evaluated me fairly or just gave me a pass because my dad is the most famous scientist in town. The only thing I know I earned is my job, because my dad would never let me near his precious projects if he didn’t think I could do the job. Ironically, he’s probably the only person I know who doesn’t show favouritism towards me.”
“Hey, you’ll get your chance to shine,” Tamura said. “I always had a hard time getting people to take me seriously because yeah, I have large breasts, and maybe I don’t always dress the way some people think would be proper for someone in my position. But I persevered, and now I’ve got a Nobel Prize to rub people’s noses in. And I was very impressed with your work today; I honestly don’t think you have to worry about being in your father’s shadow for long.”
“High praise, Lina,” Michelle said. “The professor wouldn’t say that about just anybody.”
“Easy for you to say, miss ‘brightest student in her class’,” Mike muttered.
Lina blushed, unsure how to reply to that, so she changed the subject. “Anyway, I saw your luggage was put in one of the guest rooms, you’ll have to sort out who takes which room by yourselves. I had the maids prepare six rooms, just in case, but they all have double beds so feel free to share as you like. I suspect at least Mike and Michelle will share a room, and Rose and Maaya too if I’m not mistaken.”
This caused Mike, Michelle and Kimiko to turn around to look at their two friends in surprise, and the way Maaya started blushing furiously told the whole story, while Rose just smiled.
“When the hell did this happen?” Kimiko demanded. “You know I must be kept informed of all gossip at all times!”
“Only yesterday,” Rose said. “After we watched the movie, well… things just happened.”
Somehow, Maaya managed to blush even deeper.
“I think it’s great,” Michelle said, beaming at the both of them.
Mike on the other hand, said nothing. The image of the two mini-giantesses making out did nothing to reduce his steadily building horniness. And the worst thing was that both he and Michelle were so tired that it was unlikely they could accomplish anything that night.
After a small bite to eat, the group sat on the balcony watching the sunset, engaged in mostly idle chatter. Tamura had left them alone because she needed to do some work—she was the only one who had taken anti-jetlag medication—allowing the six of them to talk more freely. Lina was understandably curious about the experience of growing, and neither Rose nor Michelle spared any details, talking freely about the pleasure they had felt. Maaya and Kimiko were less forward; Maaya because she was simply still a bit shy about the whole thing and Kimiko because the true story of her growth involved sex with Mike, which no one besides Mike, Michelle and Kimiko herself knew about.
It wasn’t long after the sun went down that the five friends went inside to sort out their luggage and the rooms, after which they went to bed. As Mike had been afraid, both he and Michelle were too tired, so despite both feeling incredibly horny they fell asleep almost as soon as they lay down on the soft mattress.
His implants told Mike it was three in the morning when he woke up again. By his own internal clock, that was noon, so he was in that state that everyone who has ever experienced jetlag knows, where you’re tired but not sleepy. Michelle lay beside him, still fast asleep, and he watched her breasts rise and fall with her breath in her night shirt. If it weren’t for Lina, who was a “mere” double-D or similar, Michelle would’ve had the smallest breasts of the group, yet it didn’t make them any less beautiful. He was hypnotized by the rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts, and he almost thought they were once again a bit bigger than they had been the day before, though it was hard to tell in the low light.
It took every ounce of self-control not to reach out and touch that magnificent pair. He so wanted to slide the night-shirt aside and take one of her nipples into his mouth, and suck it just the way he knew she liked. He hadn’t so much as touched Michelle’s breasts since the incident with Kimiko, and although Kimiko’s were undeniably larger, these were still perfect and they belonged to the girl he loved. Plus, he was hoping that giving Michelle a few good orgasms would earn him some points towards forgiveness.
Yet he was quite sure that waking her in the middle of the night for a quick romp would not go over well, regardless of how horny she herself might also be. Besides which, he didn’t want to interrupt her sleep. It was bad enough that he was awake; he didn’t want to share the misery.
But the raging boner in his shorts would not be ignored, so he resigned himself to doing the one thing that might help, and got up to go to the bathroom. He did feel a bit weird about wanking in an unfamiliar bathroom in someone else’s house, but if he did it in the room the risk of waking up Michelle was too big. In any case, he did also have to pee, difficult as that may be considering his current predicament.
He entered the bathroom, and fumbled for the light switch. Normally, he wouldn’t turn on the light to use the toilet at night, but he didn’t know his way around here, and the room was nearly pitch-black.
He was momentarily blinded by the light, but when his eyes adjusted he found Lina, sitting on the toilet, completely naked.
He stumbled backwards awkwardly, shocked. Unfortunately for him, the door opened inwards and he pushed it closed by walking into it. He felt like a deer in headlights, his back to the door, staring wide-eyed at this naked girl sitting on the toilet, a huge boner sticking out of his shorts.
“I guess I should’ve locked the door,” Lina said simply. She made no attempt to cover up; if anything, she sat up straighter, putting her big, heavy breasts on display. They were capped by large, deep black areola, and big nipples. Mike, the thought of licking Michelle’s breasts still fresh in his mind, now couldn’t help but imagine his mouth closing around those large nubs. He swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes off her.
“That’s the problem with living alone,” Lina continued. “You get into bad habits, like sleeping naked and not locking the bathroom door.” She didn’t seem remotely embarrassed by the situation. If anything, she seemed amused.
“I… I should go,” Mike sputtered, and tried to turn around, but for some reason he found himself nailed to the spot. What if Michelle came in now and saw him like this, only one night after Kimiko? She would break up with him for sure.
“Nonsense,” Lina said. “You came here for a reason, didn’t you? And I’m nearly finished anyway.” She quickly wiped off her vagina, stood up, and flushed. “See, it’s all yours.”
She walked over to the still petrified Mike, and gently nudged him out of the way, in the process brushing her nipple against him arm—whether on purpose or by accident, he couldn’t tell. God, she was hot. If it weren’t for Michelle, walking in on a naked girl like that would’ve been awesome. As it was, he vehemently hoped Lina would keep this to herself the next morning.
“Though I have to wonder if you’re here to pee or for… something else,” she said as she passed him going out the door, glancing at his partially exposed, rock-hard member. “Michelle’s a lucky girl. Either way, I recommend you lock the door.”
She winked, and closed the bathroom door behind her.
Mike sat down on the toilet, dumbfounded, his heart racing. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. The way she just casually shrugged off being nude in front of someone she’d only met earlier that day. He couldn’t help but wonder if she found it as exciting—if obviously not as nerve-wracking—as he had.
After what had happened, he was hornier than ever, but he couldn’t imagine staying in the bathroom to jerk off. He didn’t know how long it would take, and what if she came back and found he was still in here? Even if he did lock the door she’d know it was him. And his cock had been sticking out of his shorts… he was such an idiot! But secretly, he was wondering if maybe she would be fingering herself later, thinking about his now very large cock. He imagined her lying on top of her sheets, her voluptuous body writhing in pleasure as she touched herself, moaning his name. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the image.
He tried to pee as best as he could, and went back to bed, praying furiously that he wouldn’t walk into Lina again for the rest of the night. While he hadn’t taken care of business, he managed to drift back to sleep uneasily.
He found himself back in the bathroom, and Lina was there again, naked, smiling that luscious smile at him. She cupped her breasts seductively, and casually played with a nipple.
“I know why you’re here,” she said.
Mike looked down, and noticed something different from last time. He wasn’t wearing his shorts; instead his cock was sticking out freely, proudly displaying its full twenty-five centimetre length and equally impressive girth.
He walked towards her, until his cock was barely a centimetre away from those beautiful lips. He could feel her hot breath on his member.
“I need to use the toilet,” he said. “Are you done yet?”
“I know Michelle is asleep,” Lina replied. “It would be unfair to wake her. But you need to be taken care of. I wouldn’t be a good host if I didn’t help you.”
Without warning, she enveloped his cock in her mouth. He moaned as she licked up and down his shaft. It was all he could do not to come right there.
“Such a tasty cock, and so big. Michelle’s a lucky girl,” she said in between slurps.
“It wasn’t always that big,” he said.
She stopped sucking, and looked up at him. “Yes, it has grown. And it will grow even more. In fact, if you wish for it, I think it would grow right now.”
He concentrated, and indeed, his cock twitched and extended slightly, reaching nearly thirty centimetres.
“Magnificent,” she whispered, and gently stroked his cock with one hand while fondling his balls with the other.
She got up from the toilet, and stood in front of him. It was strange; he didn’t think she was taller than him before. Not that it mattered, as she pushed her body against his, trapping his sensitive member in between her and his stomach. It was so long it nearly reached her tits, and that thought alone almost sent him over the edge again.
She kissed him passionately, her lips marvellously full and soft. His tongue eagerly explored her mouth, while his hands willingly sought out her impressive rear. He wasn’t normally an arse-man, but this was an exceptionally well-formed specimen.
“So you like my ass, do you?” she breathed hotly. “Maybe it’s because my breasts aren’t big enough for you compared to the competition?”
As she said that, he felt the pressure against his chest increase. He looked down, and saw her tits bulge up. They were getting steadily larger with her every breath.
“Join me,” she said huskily. “Grow with me.”
He focused on his dick, and once again felt the tingling sensation of growth. As her tits expanded, his cock grew in between them. When its head popped out of her cleavage, he stopped.
“Oops, looks like we found it,” she said, and bent her head down to kiss it.
It was too much, and he exploded in orgasm. Endless spurts of hot sperm seemed to emerge, coating Lina’s face and breasts. She moaned, rubbing the sticky goo into her now cantaloupe-sized breasts. The contrast between his white spurts and her chocolate skin looked incredibly sexy.
After an indeterminable amount of time, he finished, but his cock didn’t soften in the slightest. It stood up unabated, the tip about level with his chin.
Lina, her face and chest messy with his cum, looked at his cock, shook her head and smiled evilly. “That just won’t do,” she said. “There’s no way that thing will fit inside me. And I want it inside me.”
As soon as she said it, she moaned even louder than before, and threw her head back. Before his eyes, she began to grow. Not just her breasts, but her whole body. She stretched higher and higher, until her tits, now larger than watermelons, were level with his face.
She pushed his head into the fleshy valley of her cleavage, and Mike found his entire world replaced with one of soft, fragrant skin. The feeling was incredible as he tried to kiss, lick and caress as much as possible. His mouth found a nipple, and as he sucked it he realised she was still growing. He didn’t care though; he just kept pleasuring the dark nub with his tongue, and he brought a hand to her clit for good measure.
Pretty soon her moans grew more intense, and she screamed out in orgasm. She collapsed to her knees, which still left her beautiful chest about level with his face at her current size.
“Magnificent. Michelle really is a lucky girl,” she panted heavily, resuming her stroking of his cock. “I still want that thing inside me, though.”
She once more rose up to her full height, panting heavily, and Mike found himself staring straight at a beautiful, dark belly, his eyes just below her navel. She was taller by far than even Rose now! Above his head, her enormous boobs eclipsed his vision.
That may have been the reason why he hadn’t noticed someone else had entered the bathroom. “I think you’ll find that cock belongs to me,” Michelle said sternly, pulling Mike away from the ebony goddess. To his surprise, she was even taller than Lina, although her breasts were still proportional to their earlier size. As she pulled him against her, he could feel her moist sex against his neck. Mike wondered how she could even stand up straight in the confined bathroom, but things had stopped making sense a long time ago, so he didn’t care.
“I’m sorry, I was just helping out,” Lina purred. “Mike needed it, and you were asleep.”
“Hmm,” Michelle pondered. “I guess you’re right. You deserve a reward.”
Lina stepped forwards, growing herself to Michelle’s height in the process. As the two giantesses pressed together and kissed, Mike found himself trapped between the biggest hips known to man. His face was pushed into Lina’s hot pussy, while behind him he could still feel Michelle’s labia against him. He decided to just surrender to the situation, and wrapped his arms around Lina’s enormous behind, lapping at her oversized pussy lips. Meanwhile, Michelle was grinding against him so strongly he could swear his head was partially entering her slit. He sucked and kissed Lina’s clit and pussy for all he was worth, while his hair grew increasingly sticky from Michelle’s gyrations.
It wasn’t long again—certainly not long enough for Mike’s tastes—before both girls orgasmed, yelling in pleasure and covering him in sticky vaginal fluid. After the mess he’d made of Lina’s chest earlier, he couldn’t really complain, and the liquid was surprisingly sweet.
The two girls separated, allowing him room to breathe freely again, and Michelle looked at him slyly. “Time for the main course, I think.”
She lay down on the bathroom rug—which was comically small compared to her now—and spread her legs invitingly. Between her huge size and his absurd length, the logistics of entering her should’ve been complicated, but he swiftly brought the tip of his throbbing cock to her entrance, and smoothly pushed in, as if he’d been inserting eighty-centimetre dicks into nearly four metre tall girls his entire life.
Once fully inside her, he found himself lying on top of her stomach, his head just at the base of her breasts. He reached out and caressed each nipple softly, causing Michelle’s skin to erupt in goose bumps. The wet warmth surrounding his enormous dick was nearly overloading his brain’s pleasure centres.
“I could get used to this,” he sighed.
“Me too,” Michelle mewed softly, enjoying his caresses. “Though I think there’s still room for improvement.”
Before Mike had time to wonder what she meant, her breasts began to grow. Soft creamy mountains rose around his head as he had the world’s best view. Soon, his head was once again enveloped by tit-flesh. He was still holding on to her nipples, but it was getting increasingly hard.
“Don’t just lay there,” Michelle encouraged him. “Slam your huge cock into me!”
That, it turned out, was a problem. Mike could move back and forth a bit—though he had to reluctantly sacrifice his grip to do it—but actually pulling back far enough was impossible, let alone building up any kind of real rhythm. His dick was just too long.
Mike was about to suggest she should be on top, when he felt a huge hand close around his chest.
“Maybe I can help?” Lina asked seductively. He looked over his shoulder, and nearly had a heart attack. He didn’t know exactly how large she was, but it was gigantic. Her hand easily fit around his entire chest, and she used her other hand to gently lift his upper legs. Carefully, she moved him back, pulling his cock out of Michelle’s pussy. Then, when only the tip remained, she pushed him back in.
“How’s that?” Lina asked. Mike could only groan in response.
“Faster,” Michelle moaned. Lina picked up the pace.
“Faster!” she cried again. Lina began ramming him in and out of Michelle’s hot insides at ever-increasing speed. He flailed his arms wildly until his hands once again found Michelle’s nipples on her now nearly beanbag-chair sized tits, and he held on for dear life.
Michelle screamed in pleasure at the combined sensation of Mike’s huge dick pumping her equally gigantic pussy, and him pulling at her nipples as a result of Lina’s movements. Surely the screams would wake everyone up, but Mike was beyond caring.
He was in heaven. This was beyond even his wildest fantasies, his most erotic dreams. The length of his dick made the sensations of repeatedly entering Michelle’s tight warmth incredible, and every time he was pulled backwards, he felt Lina’s enormous tits against his back, and when she pushed him back in, he slammed face first into Michelle’s soft mountains.
He was getting very close, and he felt Michelle was too. The pleasure built to one, incredible crescendo, unmatched by anything he had felt before, and…
Mike gasped as he woke up, sweaty and tangled in the sheets. Sunlight was streaming in through the gaps in the curtains, and next to him was Michelle, sleeping serenely. She wasn’t four metres tall either, just her regular beautiful self, slightly taller than usual. He was simultaneously relieved, but also a bit disappointed.
He was also still horny as hell, as he checked his raging hard manhood. It too was back to its normal size—or the same as yesterday, in any case. He was also glad to find he hadn’t actually ejaculated in his sleep, as that would’ve been rather embarrassing to explain.
He sighed as he let himself fall back down onto the bed. That was one hell of a dream! He hadn’t had an erotic dream like that since high school… or ever, now that he thought about it.
But what about the first encounter with Lina, naked on the toilet. Was that a dream too? He couldn’t recall. Both that encounter and the dream sex seemed equally vivid in his memory, and he could hardly ask Lina at breakfast, now could he?
He looked at his gorgeous, sleeping girlfriend, wondering at the strange situation he found himself in. He didn’t know what else would happen during their stay in Casablanca, if the girls would really grow any further. He wondered if they could even get as big as in his dream; surely there was some law of physics preventing that? Then again, he would’ve said rapid breast growth or height gain was completely impossible too, but the past few days had proven that wrong beyond a doubt. For all he knew, they could get even bigger than Lina had been in his dream, though surely Dr Bassir would find a way to stop it before then. But what if he didn’t? He seriously didn’t know what he was rooting for anymore at the moment, his horniness overriding his rational judgement.
He also didn’t know how things would go between him and Michelle. He still felt horrible about Kimiko, and while he could hardly blame himself for having a sex dream about Lina, it still added to his guilt. He could only hope she could ever really forgive him, and that he could believe it if she did.
He did know one thing for sure: he hoped that Michelle would wake up soon, in time for them to have sex before breakfast. If she didn’t, he felt he would probably explode.
Author’s note: well, that took a lot longer to finish than I had intended. I hope you enjoyed it regardless. Unfortunately, real life interfered, causing the long hiatus. Hopefully the next part won’t take me another year. Rest assured, however, that this isn’t the last time you’ve heard of Mike and his friends.
Copyright © Dilandau 2012. Please do not distribute without my consent.