"Thank you so!" She gratefully said. "If you hadn't helped me, I'd still be back in the hall with my breasts hanging out."

"I simply want to know how you got a uniform so small. This-" I gestured to her woefully undersized outfit that stayed together by sheer willpower. " Is ridiculous!" I was too embittered now to be distracted by this young woman. Her problem had spiraled into a horrifying debacle for me. I could perhaps convince Hanz of my intentions (I was the resident choir boy), but there is no way he would be able to recount what he saw without implicating me and this woman in a scandal.

"I'm telling you, I've been growing all day. Hopefully I'm done now."

"You best be..." I grumbled sarcastically. I stormed out. She left a moment later to apologize but was scooped up by members of parliament.
I entered the main chamber. Solemn chairs lined the inside. It was empty and cool here, the same feeling of reverence one felt in a cathedral was felt here. The room was. The small people who made democracy possible chatted together (that is guards, assistants,aides, and janitors) mirroring the meeting of the leaders in the lobby.
Hanz had taken his position by the main door in the center. I walked to the center, where the pulpit was, and walked up the center to join him. I took position besides him.
I began. "listen, what you saw isn't what you think you saw. Is that understood?"

He gave a sincere smile. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything"

I was assured, but confused. "I mean, something else was happening than what it appeared to be"

"Don't worry about it. Nothing out of the ordinary happened"

"No- well, yes. But I mean-"

"Quit worrying about it. Its ok" He gave me a playful wink.
I decided being upfront was what was going to work. "What I mean is that I wasn't having sex. I was helping with her clothes. Despite what you saw, it wasn't sex"

"Its ok. I'll cover you! Just calm down."

"I'm serious, Hanz! I wasn't having sex!"

"Its ok to get with a girl for a little R&R, Paul. I'm actually rather proud of you. Not only have you discovered something better to do with your spare time than griping, you did it with the biggest girl I ever saw. A high class lady and the guest of the hour, no less! You're a natural. I never thought you'd amount to much, but you proved me wrong!"

"I'm not asking you to cover me, I'm trying to tell you I wasn't having sex!" I hissed the final word. In vain I was trying to keep this a secret, but I realized this horrifying incident was damned to become gossip, and possibly immortalized as a myth of the Reichstag.
We hurried to or places as the MP's flowed in. Me and Hanz weren't to communicate in any way, it was policy. But his mind was turning as he tried to understand events as he imagined them. I realized that in my position, I was going to get a fantastic view of the meeting and this woman.
The socialites and politicians briefly exchanged pleasantries as they took their seats. Boris Krueger, the speaker of the house, appeared to introduce the fine lady.
He was a short man with wispy white hair and delicate, wrinkled, features. A pair of spectacles balanced on his nose. He cleared his raspy voice and began:
"Good morning. Today's guest is a true patriot and a true hero; the sort that we often think are limited to patriotic and idleaistic books and movies. This young woman has fought almost her entire life for her adopted fatherland. She has sacrificed so much to be be here today. Her heroic example is one we should all follow. Ladies and gentlemen, Bernadette Verdon."

Ms. Verdon and Mr. Krueger shook hands. They contrasted each other well. One tall, one short. One young, one old. One a woman, one a man.
Ms. Verdon enormous figure dominated their meeting, who was surely 6'10'' and repressed chest still occupied a large amount of space. I was sincerely puzzled. How could this have been the woman I had been assisting? She was surely 7 inches taller or so than I was. It might've just been an optical illusion or seeing her compared to Mr. Krueger, who was barley 6 feet. But there was no way she could be so tall. They quickly shook hands and then Mr. Kreuger found his seat.
Ms. Verdon took the podium, cleared her throat and began. It didn't do much, her constrained chest made breathing difficult and made her voice nasal and gritty. She passed it off as a cold, but it was clear something else was at work, but no one bothered to think that hard over something as trivial as her voice.
The speech itself was relatively dull, and i'll save you the time of hearing the whole thing. She simply gave her story, argued that women should be allowed to serve in the armed forces in combat roles, and discussed post war conditions for birthing mothers and other such women.
Half way through, I noticed how small get uniform was. It was skin tight on her toned frame. I was perplexed how we had managed to get it on a bit ago. 
As she neared the end of her speech, a loud ripping sound echoed through the chamber. People looked around and I half expected it to be Mrs. Verdon's Jacket. What had caused it? The room fell silent. Verdon continued

"As I was saying..." another rip interrupted her. She was cross now, sure that someone was using her day of fame as an opportunity for mischief.
Her voice came out clear and concise. "I just wanted to say how thankful I am-". Another rip. She was quite clearly distracted. She spun around, as she scanned for the perpetrator. No one was there. "Goodness!" she exclaimed. A polite chuckle followed. She laughed. Another rip, and this time she doubled over. The audience gasped, but Ms. Verdon's ample two and a half wide chest had saved her from what would've been a very serious injury Guards by the podium came to assist her. Listeners murmured. She stood up, assuring the guards she wasn't ill, poisoned, dying, or whatever. She gingerly took her hands to her breasts, testing them like a scientist. An epiphany hit me. Her breasts were getting larger. By what mechanism I did not know, but those appeared to be the facts. The flag she had been using to restrain her breasts wasn't holding against a renewed assault. Soon her enormous chest would be liberated, and when it was, her jacket and shirt were going to have to hold back a burden they simply were incapable of stopping. She pushed the guards off to quickly finish her speech before her bosom was unveiled to some of the most powerful people in the world. Her chest seemed larger than when her speech had begun, but it was probably only noticed by people with prior knowledge like I had. Her face grew red, but her voice became clearer as her unrestricted lungs began to breathe in the air.

"I just wanted to thank you for attention and-" Another rip. She grimaced in anxiety as she felt her chest smash against the first wall of its cloth prison. She laughed it off, people grew confused. "Your time. Only in this country could I-" Another rip. She fell a bit forward but caught herself. nervousness was thinly veiled as the flag that had been holding back her chest was routed. Only her weak shirt and jacket stood between her enormous bosom and freedom. Freedom her bosom was determined to obtain.
"Could I, excuse me, become the person I am today. Thank" A new high pitch tear was her shirt being shredded violently. "You." People clapped, but she didn't stay to receive it. Some were confused and others insulted. She quickly walked down the aisle and grabbed me. She was enormous, easily outclassing me by a foot, maybe more. Her breasts, which were still pre-flag levels, were at eye level, but were headed for higher places in the atmosphere, possibly to become planets. I caught a quick glimpse within her chest as it slowly pried her jacket apart, leaving small gaps between each button (being bastions valiantly keeping her jacket from being split down the center). Bits of cloth were sadly mashed between her breasts like ships smashed among rocks, exemplifying the power these orbs had. As I left the chamber, Hanz gave me a wink, I rolled my eyes. She dragged me outside with surprising power as the as her jacket creaked, desperately fighting Mrs. Verdon's last stand.
How could she have become so tall? I was certain she had been the smaller when we met, but those positions had been reversed.
She took me to her car, a humble black automobile. She fumbled with the door and finally collapsed inside.
"Please" she panted desperatley "Drive me home!"

A final tear began, but Mrs. Verdon grabbed her jacket in effort to restrain her large tits.
I was taken back. First I was implicated in what was going to become a scandal, been dragged away from my post, and now she wanted me to drive her home?! I was sympathetic, but this was ridiculous. I was certainly not her chauffeur. "Listen, madame-" I did my best to be angry, its something I'm poorly practiced in.

"That's an order!" she added.

I stuttered "you can't-"

"Please!" she gasped. "I'll pay you! i just can't stay here!"

"Are you bribing me?"

"Make up your damn mind!" she hissed. This lady was becoming a harpie. "But send back someone that can help me!" She struggled as she fought her breasts. It occured to me that without any kind of restraint, her enormous bosom was going to make leaving next to impossible, blocking the wheel. She certainly couldn't stay here as she waited to be discovered in a horrifying gaffe.

I gave in. "Ok"

She sighed in relief, "Thank you, truly!" she tossed me the keys. I closed the door and took the driver seat. she finally relaxed and let her breasts finally destroy her jacket, a smug smile on her face. A stretch, another. And then a pop! There was then a whizzing around the car like a bullet and we both ducked out of instinct. It finally found its mark as it smashed my helmet.

For a moment, I thought I had been killed. But then my vision came back and my head stopped ringing. Such a force could've killed me.
I started the car without saying a word. "I'm so sorry." she moaned apologetically "There's a letter opener in the glove compartment". I reached inside and tossed it to her, not caring whether it landed in her hands or slashed her across the face. More likely than not she'd just catch it that deepening cleavage of hers...
That time I literally kicked myself. This was no the Friday morning i had imagined. She began to carefully remove the buttons from her jacket, preventing anymore misfires. She finally sighed in relief when the last one was off and her breasts freed, happily sitting in the cool air. 
They had swollen exponentially, having to be at least three times larger than when I first met her. They safely hovered out in the air, defying gravity. I couldn't have reached all the away around one of those enormous spheres. The skin looked soft and inviting. Her jacket attested to this fact. It had been able to cover her front with little difficulty, but now the torn mess it had become couldn't straddle a third of her chest. Ms. Verdon finally sat up, relaxed and at ease. Her head bounced against the top of the car; there was barely enough room in the backseat to contain her entire being. 
This enormous creature was now 7'3'', but when it came to growing, her breasts took the cake. They were approximately 2 feet and a half in diameter, although every time i tried to gauge it, her breasts has grown just a little bit larger. I finally understood what this woman meant by growing. The reason her jacket was too smalI was because it had fit perfectly when she had donned it that morning. But by the time she had arrived, it had become uncomfortably tight. When her predicament truly began to deteriorate is when i must've found her. I wasn't sure how it was possible, but this woman had been growing all day, just like she said.

"When I said my breasts had been growing all day, i wasn't kidding" she chimed.

"How is such a thing even possible?" I asked

"It's a long tale. When we get to my apartment, you can hear it"
I turned around and caught her hypnotically and gently running her hand along her massive breasts in contentment. She seductively drew her index finger up and down the length and cooed. She was doing it for her sake, sweetly biting her lip, appreciating her chest. What a tactile sensation it must've been. I wondered what they would feel like if I got a chance to touch them. So soft and round. Maybe taut like a zeppelin, or soft like a silk bed sheet. My mind abounded with possible textues. This time i was willing to indulge my fantasies. I imagined them getting bigger and bigger. I'd look in the rearview window only tro seem them swelling as she happily played with them. We'd drive out to the countryside, and the sheer weight would cause a breakdown. I'd have to get out and check the engine. She'd come up behind, 10 feet tall with breasts bigger around than most were tall and would lean over behind me to suggest a course of action. Her breasts would rub up against my head, soft and alluring. I'd say 'go away' but she'd just keep leaning closer, smooshing her breasts harder and harder against me. 'That's because you know I'm right' she'd say and try to point out what i was missing. I'd turn around and by mistake, get a face full of her enormous chest. It would be warm and comforting and soft. She'd back away and i would profusely apologize, but then she would stop me, place my hands under them and tell me to rub. My fingers would nervously draw across them while she suppressed the urge to cry out with happiness. I would be able to feel her being, her breasts, full of life and energy, slowing growing outward. They would get heavier and heavier in my hands as she would indulge then sensations running up her sphereical chest. Then I would drop my strictures, and go for it. And we'd do it right there on the road, as i massaged her growing breasts and we wouldn't care who saw. Her last clothes would fray and she would get larger and larger, her tits being the largest of all. Soon she'd dwarf the car and i would pull myself across her body, laying in between them as we passionately kissed (since she'd be enormous now and that'd be the only way to reach her face. unfortunate me). We'd get married, and she'd have a dazzling white gown that would be tailored to her showing off all her body in all of its glory. Then, we would retire to the countryside and live happily ever after where every day would end with me coming home to her and she would call me to bed. We'd have to do it on the first story, because i would coax her to grow so big she might destroy the floor. And then where would we be?
Actually, that would be rather attractive. In a destructive sort of way. Maybe we'd go to inns with sole purpose of having her grow so big she'd break the floor underneath. Then we'd have to run from the angry innkeepers as her enormous growing breasts would bob in the moonlight. We'd get a safe distance, then we'd go right back to it, and she would grow so big she'd leave a crater where her breasts had been.
I snapped out of my lust. That certainly went way too far. Even my darker side (which can probably be best described as a very light shade of gray) would've disapproved. We should take to the bed in a civilized manner. Except that was boring. Suddenly, the entire prospect of sex seemed dull and trite without expanding breasts and the destroying of inns.

She quickly broke her trance in embarrassment when she found my eyes. I had been staring at her for five minutes and we were backing up an intersection. I sheepishly turned left and continued. "Speaking of, will you be alright this evening, madame?"

"Until I return to my natural size, I'm going to have difficulty with nearly everything. If you could take ca-" she stopped herself and adopted a more polite tone, aware of how demanding she had recently been. "Please if you could stay with me this evening until this whole ordeal is resolved?"

"How long would that be?"

"I should be my normal size by next morning. Hopefully" She looked down at her body. Even she was intimidated by its size. "This might be the biggest I've ever been"
Where is your home?"

"Actually, its just the pale green building down on 2nd. 34709"
I turned the corner, wondering what else my evening would have in store for me.