Samantha’s Colossal Bust 02: Beach Day Samantha was overjoyed. Summer time, AKA beach time! Samantha’s trailer was located in a park with other trailers, but that park was situated near the suburbs of the city Monville. Monville was a reasonably sized USA east coast city situated along beautiful beaches and surrounded by lovely scenery. The advantage of this was that Samantha had access to beaches even though she had long outgrown most means of mechanical transportation. Walking was still fine however, thanks to her inhuman strength and thick skin. She could carry her breasts with no effort, but she preferred to let them scrape along the ground. Her breast durability and sensitivity transformed something that seems like it would be very painful into something outstandingly pleasurable, and she could walk and even run for hours. Put mildly, that could be an unusual sight, but she usually kept it out of the eyes of any sort of beholder. Moving down a normal suburban street just wasn’t very feasible for her anymore, regardless. Her tremendously fat tits liked to crush things on accident. Samantha usually wore something that was like a brassier. If something that used hot air balloon amounts of material for each cup could be called a bra. That was pretty expensive, but she was legally mandated to wear at least that much. It was obvious that she was going to need a bigger one soon. It was a bra like substance that had a facsimile of cups, and more or less attempted to cover the entire front of her breasts. ‘Less’ as it turns out, and increasingly so. Some old biddies had gotten together and complained, Samantha thought unhappily. Now her areolas and nipples, her most sensitive parts, also had the most restricted breathing room. But what was the point of beach day if not to wear a bikini, and what was the point of a bikini if not to be as skimpy as possible? However, skimpy is a relative term. To put the dimensions of her bikini in perspective, just covering her areola was a massive undertaking of cloth. At roughly 5 feet in diameter, the area of fabric required to cover that surface is roughly 2827 square inches. That’s not even allowing for the cloth distension caused by her fat nipples. For the rest of the garment, she just used string material, with yard upon yard of rope -like fabric. She dug it out of the closet and tried to hold it up. Despite being miniscule compared to her colossal bust, her gargantuan cups could have been comfortable blankets. She took it and settled on her couch waiting for the sound of a specific truck. She checked her phone. Like clockwork, she heard the familiar crunch of tires as a vehicle pulled up near her trailer. She heaved her breasts and walked out so she could see him. As usual, she noted how small his truck looked next to her left tit. She could crush it right now with barely a flick. The door to the truck opened, and out stood Dan. Dan was roughly 6 feet in height, athletic in stature, brown hair, green eyes, and way too good looking to be a government lab specialist. Yet here he was, the scientist assigned to her particularly impressive case. He was carrying a ladder in anticipation of his duties. As was customary, he stared at her breasts for a few moments. She could see it in his eyes that he also noted how astonishing they were compared to his truck, and how easily they could make it a pancake. Then he turned and greeted Samantha, “Hi.” She rolled her eyes. “What am I, just a pair of tits to you?” She wasn’t mad, they both knew it. She held out her bikini to him. “Kind of. I’m going by percentage of mass.” He said, taking the bikini and running it through his hands until he found one string end. He handed it to her, and then walked it the long distance from her body to the tip of her breasts. “Ready!” he called. Samantha placed the string on the ground and secured it in place with her foot, and then reached behind her and started undoing the clasps of her bra. 5 hooks. It wasn’t a lot, not really, but it wasn’t there for support. The ground had done most of that job for years. When she got to the last hook, she clamped a hand over her mouth, and unfastened it. Her cups flopped off of her breasts some 50 feet away, freeing her areola and nipples to the open air. The rush of sensation was too much, as it always was, and she moaned involuntarily, muffled by her hand so Dan couldn’t hear. ------------- Dan watched the cavernous cups slide down the monstrous mountains of flesh. It never ceased to impress him. At around 4 times his height, the enormous breasts were ridiculous. There was no other word for it. He felt small and insignificant as he studied their mass, the small crisscrossing of veins lightly visible beneath her skin. As he set up the ladder and climbed it. The ladder was extremely tall, designed to make it to the top of her 2 and a half story breasts. He stopped halfway up, carrying the bikini. It was the areolas that really made him feel small, he decided. Samantha had super pale, perfectly smooth and flawless skin, but her areolas were a dark and angry pink. Each areola was nearly as tall as he was. With nipples the size of basketballs, even in her current un-aroused state. He shook his head and gently reached out to rub one. ------------- Samantha nearly passed out with the unexpected sensation. His hand was warm and hot and on her most sensitive area. He knew the rules, and he wasn’t supposed to do that! She hadn’t pleasured herself this morning, a big mistake, and was desperately unprepared for the wave of passion. She writhed on the couch, keeping both hands firmly locked on her mouth to keep her ecstasy silent. She wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. ------------- Dan prepared the bikini triangles, aligning them on her areola and took out the adhesive tape in his pocket. He affixed the triangles to the rough area where they were destined to lay, climbed down the ladder, and then wrapped the remaining string around to the other side and walked it up Samantha’s lawn back to her person, in the shadow of her behemoth dugs. She was sitting there waiting for him, but he was surprised to see her face flush and eyes wild. What happened? She handed him the other side of the string that she had kept and he brought them both around her back and tied it up neatly, tight against her perfect porcelain skin. She looked at him expectantly, and he began the long trek back to the front of her chest. There he found the bikini triangles pulled taught against her skin as expected, so he climbed up the ladder and unfurled the fabric to lay them out gently on her areola. He took the adhesive tape out of his pocket and readied to affix the cups properly so they would stay up for the rest of the day. But something wasn’t right. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t cover the great dark disks. Wait a minute. He patted it out as best as he could and stepped back. The sight was shocking. The bikini cups were designed to cover 5 feet of areola plus nipple distension, and had done their job perfectly well last year. Since Samantha could fairly well control when her nipples did or did not extend, that had been good enough. But here it was, significant areola peeping out from both sides and the bottom of the triangles. Had she really gotten that much bigger in six months? That ‘five feet in diameter’ was a figure of the past. He stood next to them try to gauge it. They were as tall as he was. He finished taping up the material and covering her up as best as he could, and walked the long way to her again. She was beaming at him, like she already knew, and he realizes she could probably feel it. “What’s the matter, run out of cloth?” She teased, her eyes twinkling. “I’ve gotten pretty huge, huh?” “You were always huge.” “Ridiculous.” She said, waving her hand in dismissal. “I’m still miniscule.” It was their standard banter, and they both loved it. Samantha had noticed earlier that Dan was wearing particularly bagging clothing today, with a frumpy shirt that dangled well below his hips, and very loose fitting shorts. She smiled inwardly. A smart choice, but she wasn’t fooled. The shorts were noticeably tighter at the moment. They packed their beach accoutrements, and made their way to the path down to the beach. Most of the trailer park was situated to Samantha could get around reasonably well. They found the path they would take, which cut through the forest that went from the trailer park to the coast. The locals noticed it got wider and wider with every passing year. Samantha and Dan stood in front of its entrance, noticing that once again her tremendous bust was wider than the available space, last cleared out by her evidently smaller bust some months prior. Samantha smirked. “They still haven’t learned to get out of my way.” But she was actually very pleased. So she set forward on their journey, leaving rows of crunched trees in her wake. After a short 20 minute or so walk, the duo found themselves staring at the thundering waves and all the other beach goers. They wandered to an available space in the sand big enough to house Samantha, and she set up camp by leaning a tall ladder against her right breast and climbing up it. Due to the obscene stretching of her growth, her breasts protruded from her chest in a tubular shape extending and fattening greatly by the foot. They weren’t just globular spheres fixed to her chest but great meaty hanging type breasts. That had long run out of room to hang. This allowed her great flexibility in her movements even when it came to moving about her own breasts. She could climb up her breasts without any aid due to her impressive grip strength, but the ladder was easier and Dan had to use it anyway. She loved being up here! She stood on the utterly colossal breast and surveyed all there was to see and feel. She felt her sandy sandals grinding debris into her yielding flesh. She felt the sun and the salty sea breeze caress her enormous pale features. She felt the textured burning sand on the bottom, infusing her with its warmth. She kicked off her sandals and delighted in FEELING them land a few feet away, skittering across her skin. She wished she could jump and bounce a few times as if on a trampoline, which was one of the first thing kids always thought of when they saw her bust, but she was lucky her appendages gave her enough leeway to stand up at all. Walking felt exquisite both on her feet and through her breasts, and she paced back and forth here on the back end of her breasts. She couldn’t move forward very well, that requires special bending and manipulation of her breasts, but side to side was no problem. She did a belly flop and lay there hugging as much as she could, which was pitifully little of the available mass. It was ALLLLL her. She wallowed in the sensations of her skin touching her skin, the perceiving of both equally, the feel of her warm quaking breasts on her face, and the feel of her face on her sensitive monsters. The vast expanse of her creamy asset stretched far in front of her and to the side, and across a cavernous chasm, her left tit was sitting next to her, feeling unloved. Sorry, she giggled, but there is just too much of you two to get all at once. No worries, she had a system of switching breasts every now and then to have even tan lines, despite the fact that she never tanned. She positioned herself on her elbows, relishing how they dug into her bazooms, and peered around at her surroundings. From this height, the view was spectacular. And then there was everything beyond her breasts, too! The yawning ocean opened before her on the bright and clear sunny day, visibility measured in many miles. There were all the other beach goers laughing and having fun, but they gave her a wide berth as usual, just the way she liked it. Worrying about hurting people just got in the way of her enjoyment, so she harbored a long preference for distance from other people. She felt a pressure on the side of her breast caused by the ladder digging into her, and Dan emerged from the top. Evidently he had taken a swim and now he was ready to rest. Had that much time passed already? She must have been lost herself in the feelings again. Dan was at liberty to walk as far down her breasts as he wanted, so he wandered closer to their fronts, and then used than as a trampoline. She was instantly jealous, but the pleasure she felt from it instantly overrode it. He flopped on to her breast hard like she had, and she grinned at him from across the expanse. The cold sea water from his body and bathing suit seeping onto her skin was doing wonders for her nether region. She was desperately trying not to think about how a man was literally standing on her breasts, and how they utterly dwarfed him. Eventually, he fell asleep. She could feel his breathing, rhythmic and slow. Thank goodness. She had struggled to hold in her horniness all day. If he had kept moving she would have came for sure, and that would have been embarrassing. No sooner did she think that did she see a seagull swooping in down from the sky, coming for a landing. Samantha’s eyes lit up and she managed to clamp both hands on her mouth just as the seagull landed. The cold bird feet set her off like she knew it would. She was so enormous that the wildlife took her for part of the landscape. She clung to that thought and sank into the throes of passion, trying to muffle them as much as possible. ------------- Dan woke from his nap sometime in the late afternoon. He rolled over and gave a squeeze to her squishy breasts. Samantha was reading a book some 20 feet away, but she looked up at him when she felt him moving. “Ice cream.” she called, and Dan nodded. Time to fetch. He walked across the bouncy tundra, putting extra weight into his steps. Samantha’s eyes were locked on something invisible on the horizon, trying not to betray how pleasant his ministrations made her feel, but unable to keep reading her book. He climbed down the ladder, marveling at how far down he had to go to reach the ground. Walking around her titanic mass, he peered down the coast and headed in the direction of the boardwalk where he should be able to find a vendor. Their beach site was positioned well away from the hustle and bustle of the main beach drag, on purpose, so it was a fair walk to get to the more civilized parts. It didn’t matter very much because he enjoyed walking on the beach. As he continued to enter the more crowded areas, he noticed like he always did how there were two kinds of people. People who openly stared at the enormous pale mounds in the distance behind him, and the people who purposely kept their eyes averted as much as they could. One way or another, very few people were ever unaffected by Samantha’s presence. He reached the vender, commissioned two butter pecan quadruple scoop cups, and turned back. There they were, off in the distance. Samantha’s prides and joys. Her enormous beached whales made everything in the area look small, almost fake, as if he was staring at a miniature model replica of some kind. She was just too big to be real. He walked back at a faster pace, because he didn’t want to the ice cream to melt. Even so, he paid attention to the depth perception nightmare caused by the biggest breasts in the world. They loomed and loomed and loomed and he still wasn’t there yet. He kept passing people who stared at them because they realized where he was going. He couldn’t guess what they were thinking, but he knew what they were feeling. There was something innately scary about Samantha and how tremendously gigantic she was. It just wasn’t normal, it made you feel insignificant, and compared to the literal tons of breast flesh splayed out on the sand it was a very understandable existential crisis. If only they knew the half of it! Around other people, Samantha was a demure and polite girl who was very respectful and courteous. Behind closed doors, out of sight, she was a breast obsessed lunatic. Her habitual “accidents” weren’t that at all, Dan was sure of it. He approached the ladder. “Oy!” he called, and Samantha’s beautiful face appeared over the swell of her breast, peering down at him. “Well?” she said, raising an eyebrow. He sighed, placed his cup on the ground, and struggled to climb the ladder with one of his hands full. ------------- Samantha laid on her breasts, eating her ice cream absent mindedly, as Dan was off playing in the surf and she was alone to her thoughts. Outside of her awareness, the third scoop on the mound of ice cream what teetering on the edge of falling out of the paper bowl. She was reading one of her favorite books, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. She wondered idly, as she often did, about the fantasy planet that she would like to live on. A planet she was reasonably sure could exist in the HHGTTG universe. Her face reddened. That fantasy was probably best for a non-public place. The breakaway ice cream scoop fell, plummeting to her breast flesh and ended with a splat. It was almost instantaneous, the amazing pleasure that shot from nipples to toes and back, but there was something else. A deep sense of peace and happiness and a shuddering quake from the pliant flesh beneath her. What was THAT? Her mind was numb. It already knew, but it had yet to realize it. There had been a ripping noise, and she could feel that her bikini cups and their tape had been torn off. Something else was off, though, and it all felt different. She stared at their monstrosity, blankly. They were bigger. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but she did, she could just FEEL it. A growth surge? Her heart was pounding against her ribs, her eyes wide and feral, and her breathing ragged as she contemplating the possibilities. She quickly realized what this could mean. It was a fantasy coming true. “What happened?” Dan called. He was referring to the askew bikini. She couldn’t tell him, not yet. She had her own experiments to run. “I’m fine! I guess the tape lost its adhesiveness in the sea air!” She called back hoarsely. But no, it was because HER BREASTS JUST GREW TWO INCHES FORWARD IN A SINGLE SECOND. She was a little bit higher off the ground now, too! What had triggered it? She was horny, fantasizing, and then BAM! cold ice cream shell shock. Was that the formula? Thinking about growing and then applying a sharp cold or pain? Why had that never worked before? She would have to investigate further in a more secluded place. For now, she tried to put that idea on the back burner, as if that was possible. SHE GREW. Her unbelievable masses that had always grown too slowly for her taste, had shuddered larger by a few inches in a single breath. She would be thinking about this for a very long time indeed! She glanced down at the ice cream that was slowly melting against her mass. She didn’t want to get her hands sticky, so using just her tongue she bent down and lapped it up. After consuming the bulk of it, she had just a puddle of goodness in front of her. She slowly and sensuously licked it clean, with long strokes, relishing the sensation of tongue on breast. She glanced back at her ice cream in the cup. Oh right, she had a spoon. After a moment of hesitation, she overturned the rest of the ice cream out onto her sensitive surface and proceeded to get to work. ****************** The sun was setting on the beach at long last, so the sands were clear and she could wade into the water in peace without being self conscious. Her whales were no longer beached, she thought happily. Letting them float in the surf was as sensual as you could possibly imagine, with the waves surging and lapping against her orbs, and the water swirling around her nipples and areolas. She was in heaven, and her feet weren’t even getting wet. She thrust out her chest, distending them into the great beyond. “Be careful with those, you might cause a tidal wave in Spain!” Dan joked. Samantha chuckled. “I don’t think I’m quite big enough for that. Yet. Be sure to remind me once I am!” She punched him lightly on the shoulder, playfully, Cheshire grin on full display. Half of Dan hoped she was joking, but the other half of him already knew she wasn’t. He studied her carefully as she watched the waves. There was a faraway look in her eyes that made him uneasy. When the sun was truly setting, they set her breast camp back up in the indentation they had made in the sand earlier, and they both climbed atop them again. Unfortunately, on the east coast the sun didn’t set on the water side, so their elevation helped them peer over the trees. They sat crosslegged in silence, eating the last of the food they brought. They watched as the oranges and reds of the evening sun set over the horizon, and listening to the waves crash behind them. Then they packed up and headed home. ***************************** The next day, Samantha found herself a clearing in the woods. It was peaceful, and she was alone. She gently nudged her massive extremities up to the wood line, pressing them ever so softly into the trees around the meadow. The trees looked like toothpicks standing next to the incredible girth of her bust. Here goes nothing, she thought, and then hoisted two ice packs she brought. She closed her eyes and envisioned her breasts in their enormity, doing two of her favorite things: growing and crushing. She slammed the ice backs into the bloated backs of her breasts. The sensation was immediate and familiar. Intense pleasure, a sense of peace, ultimate joy, and a voracious eroticism. She collapsed against her breast, breathing heavily. A girl could get used to THAT! She knew it before she turned around, she knew it before she backed her breasts up, she knew it before she shifted them to the side so she could see the line of trees. And then she stared. It was official. The trees were all slightly uprooted, mashed by her surging breasts. She was struck by a dizzying and an uncontainable pleasure. A mind bending current of absolute joy raced through her veins. She was on her hands and knees without realizing how she got there. Her strength was fading, being consumed by the massive well of feelings boiling throughout her body. She quickly slid onto her back and clutched her hips to weather the storm, but she was quickly overcome and rational thought vanished. The trees are broken. The trees are broken. The trees are broken. Thirty some minutes later, she lay breathing raggedly, her vision clearing and her brain starting to restore its functions. Her lungs started to settle so she finally trusted herself to speak, but it came out as a hoarse whisper. “I can make myself grow now.”