Chapter 9

My expectations for that evening were quickly dashed. As soon as we arrived at the twins' home - OUR home, now - Kara needed to go upstairs to pump, as she was nearly overdue. I had noticed that her breasts seemed noticeably fuller on the drive home, but I had assumed it was because of her constant growth. Looking back on it, I guess it could have been both her milk AND her growth. As she jogged upstairs as quickly as her braless, heaving, milk-filled juggs would allow, Kara made Tara promise to hold off on trying on the new clothes until the pumping was finished. Tara reluctantly agreed, and we watched Kara finish bouncing up the stairs and out of sight.

Tara locked her eyes on mine and gave me a devious smile. "I'll be a good girl," she breathed. "I know how much Kara wants us to try on our clothes at the same time. She likes seeing how clothes fit on me as I grow, and god help me, I like seeing clothes barely fit her, too." She sauntered over towards where I was sitting on the smaller of the two couches as she spoke, her huge ass jiggling and bobbing up and down with each step. She appeared even taller - and her lower half seemed wider - than she actually was as she approached me.

I tried to keep my cool. It would be too easy to lose my mind watching a woman like Tara get close to me. "Even though you two have totally different shapes?"

"Although we are basically carnival funhouse mirror images of each other, we both know what it feels like to grow in our special way." Tara was now standing directly in front of me, her current height of six foot, four inches (and probably a little bit more) towering over me. Her hips, at least three feet from side to side, filled my field of vision, so I wasn't even able to notice how her ass extended a few inches beyond her hips on each side... but I had been looking at them enough lately to know that they definitely did. "So, we may not be big in the same places, but we can approximate how it must feel to be each other. And that, Jim, is very exciting to us both."

"And to me, you really have no idea," I blurted out.

Tara laughed and sat down next to me, taking up the rest of the free space and then some. Her massive hips and ass had me gently squeezed against my side of the couch. I could feel her warmth even through my jeans. "I don't think you understand just how good we feel as we grow. I must admit that it's difficult to explain, as I've never had to. Think of it like an orgasm spread as thin as possible, just strong enough to feel without consuming your entire consciousness. Sometimes it feels stronger, which does make it difficult to focus on anything else. I wish I could describe it better, because it's a wholly unique feeling and nothing like the actual orgasms that I personally have felt... usually as the result of tearing through a piece of clothing that used to be a little too large for me."

My mouth was hanging open a little bit. "That's amazing. I know this will sound creepy, but I wish I could have seen you as you grew during puberty. From an average girl to, well, some kind of legend."

Tara smiled widely. "Mmm, I wish I had known you then, too. We were always so sheltered - it would have been wonderful to have a cute boy reacting to Kara and me as we reached our former stopping point." Sensing a moment, I leaned forward a bit. Tara filled the gap and we kissed for several seconds. Afterward, we both seemed to realize that we shouldn't let that continue when Kara was going to be returning before long. I could faintly hear the pump making its sounds from upstairs.

"Is this going to be a permanent thing?" I asked. "Kara's lactation?"

Tara gently shook her head. "No, not quite like this. Both of our bodies are still going through an initial alteration period right now, of course. When completed, we will become susceptible to Kara's specialized milk, which will allow us to continue growing at an increased rate."

"You're both going to grow faster?"

"Yes - not instantaneously, but at a somewhat less gradual rate. We want to replicate the feelings of growing over time, but we're also a little impatient, I suppose. Anyway, once our initial gene alteration is completed, Kara will only produce a somewhat small amount of milk per day. It should be much easier and considerably less time consuming to express. Ingesting the milk, along with quite a lot of calories each day, will be the catalyst for our continued expansion."

"Wow," I sighed. It seemed like so much effort just to alter their looks. I was excited to see the ever-changing results myself, but I still couldn't understand why two already-gorgeous young women would want to go to such extremes. I would never say anything like that to them, though, even if I sometimes felt a little bad about it. But then, who appointed me the president of what people should or shouldn't look like? "So, wait, you're going to have to drink your sister's milk?"

Tara cleared her throat and looked away from me for a second. "Well, I'll certainly be looking into ways to... mask it with other beverages or flavorings. The less I think about the actual act, the better." I got the impression that she, like Kara, was so devoted to growing that she wouldn't think twice about drinking the milk as-is if it was the only option, and I really liked that thought.

We chatted about various other things for the remainder of Kara's pumping, and then we saw her enter the living room. She looked a little nauseous. "Ugh... I pushed it..." she moaned. She slowly explained that she was so excited about the lessened effects of being aroused in the clothing store that she tried to, well, stimulate herself a bit while pumping - which was in and of itself already a very stimulating experience for her. Kara was having trouble explaining what happened, due to the memories causing her to feel sick to her stomach, but we eventually pieced together that she was feeling fine at first, but got a little too overconfident, and ended up like she currently was. "Gonna have to... ugh... hold off on the fashion show..."

That was a letdown, but I was more concerned for Kara's health. Tara said that she was starting to feel a little tired by that point and still had some experiments to check on before bed, so it looked like there were no fun times to be had that evening. Before Tara could walk off to the garage, I said "I think I'm going to go back to my apartment for tonight and finish packing up. I'd like to be out of there completely as soon as possible."

"That's a good idea, Jim," Tara said. "Provided that Kara is feeling up to it, why don't we meet you there tomorrow morning to help you move the furniture?"

My plans had been to drag most of the heavy stuff to the dumpster, since the house had everything I needed already. But, if the girls wanted to help, I was happy to hang on to a few sentimental items to properly furnish my new bedroom. "Sounds great, but I'm meeting with the first potential lab assistant in the morning for an interview. Why don't you meet me at 11:00 or so?" The girls agreed, and I left after helping Kara back upstairs to her room.

It felt strange pulling into my parking spot at the apartment, almost like I had just woke up from an amazing dream and was thrust into the awful light of day. The apartment itself wasn't an awful place by any stretch of the imagination, but I couldn't wait to complete the move and be under the same roof as the sexy sisters. There were only six apartments in this very small "complex" - three on the first floor, including mine, and three above us. The place was very old and was run by a sweet old lady that was even older. It took her a long time to do anything about maintenance issues (even though she only had to call a local company that handled everything for a fee), but she never seemed to care if rent was late.

That night at the apartment was the loneliest I had ever felt. The twins had filled my life with so much joy - and so much of themselves - in a short period of time. I found myself hoping that everything would work out for the best, and for the first time, I was really worried that the strange love (or was it just lust?) triangle was going to fall apart. And what would happen then, I wondered. I wouldn't have any place to go, and I wasn't sure I could just ask for a severance check from a couple of spurned women, especially since I couldn't exactly tell the authorities about my job at the secret human gene-altering lab. That's when I remembered what I was going to tell Emily at the interview tomorrow... would the twins even LET me leave if things didn't work out between us?

Needless to say, I didn't sleep well at all that night, despite trying to think about the positive side of things. I drove to a local coffee shop just before ten to meet up with Emily. She was already waiting for me inside, looking nervous, and wearing a big pair of sunglasses. That's when I noticed that she was dressed like a character from a Cold War-era spy movie. Despite the fact that it was a pretty warm morning, she was wearing a long coat that somehow only seemed to emphasize her slender body, and she had her long black hair tied up in a bun on the back of her head. I felt like she was going to slip me a folder with top secret documents in it that had to go across enemy lines. "Hi, Emily?" I inquired. She nodded, so I continued: "I thought we could sit outside and talk..."

"No!" she hissed. "Sorry. No. I'd rather we talked inside." I was confused, but also interested in seeing if she had a good reason for that, so I agreed and we found a small table in the corner of the shop. I offered to buy Emily a coffee, but she refused, so I got one for myself so we weren't loitering. When I sat back down, Emily cautiously removed her sunglasses and put them in her purse. She was even prettier than I remembered - maturing into a 23-year-old woman did wonders for her. But the crazy thing? Those thoughts I had about her looks were just how I thought that I was "supposed" to feel. In all honesty, she looked a little... plain to me. I knew that, objectively, Emily was a very pretty young woman - a real girl-next-door that anyone would be thrilled to be with. Anyone but me. I had been spending so much time with the twins in the last couple of weeks that my standards of beauty had changed. The sisters were so ridiculously beautiful that they made other women pale in comparison, even when they weren't around.

It wasn't just Emily's face. Even though she was wearing the coat, I knew that she wouldn't have either of the twins' sexy waists, and it was obvious that she didn't have either of their hips, either. Further up, I assumed that Emily was still around a B-cup like she was in high school, which may as well have been completely flat to me. I couldn't believe my own brain. I KNEW she was attractive, but it just wasn't good enough for me. Suddenly, in a dusty corner of my memories, I remembered one time when my mom had caught me looking at porno when I was a pre-teen, and (among many other things) she had warned me that the women in porno would give me an impossible set of standards. I always thought that was stupid because, until just now, I had always found a wide variety of regular women very attractive. It seemed that the twins, with their impossible features, had set a new standard for me. This was when I began to truly think of them as goddesses.

I had only stared at her for a few seconds, but it was enough for her to give me a strange look in return. I cleared my throat and said "It's good to see you again, Emily."

Her eyes opened in shock. "Oh, shit!" Her expression suddenly changed to one of exasperation. "Of course you know me. This stupid little town... What did you say your name was on the phone?"

I couldn't help but smile at how badly she'd be messing up if this was a normal job interview. "James Blackbourne, but you probably know me as Jim. From high school?"

Emily just stared at me for several seconds, then blinked a few times. "Oh... Jim! Yeah, now I remember you. You were always hanging out with your friend, um..."

"Aaron," I said. I hadn't thought about him in the last couple of years, but hearing his name gave me a flash of inspiration. I made a mental note to think about this again later.

"Right! And we probably had a couple of classes together, I don't remember." I couldn't believe that she didn't remember the time I spent hanging out with her when I was an awkward teen trying to get a date, before realizing she was obsessed with nothing but grades. Then I thought: who cares? I'm being fought over by a pair of twins with incredible curves. Emily spoke again before I had a chance to say anything: "Wait, you don't know my dad, do you?"

I shook my head. "No, why?"

"Okay, good. Let's just say that I don't want anyone else to know that I'm back in town. And honestly? I'm really in need of a job. I'm glad you called."

She really was being pushy, and that was fine with me - I needed to hire someone quickly. I began the interview, if you could even call it that, as I had never done anything like this before. Before long I got to the truly important part. "Emily, you need to know that this position comes with its share of... risks. You will be required to sign a strict non-disclosure agreement, and the punishments for breaking it are extremely severe." I was making all of this up, but I wanted to emphasize the seriousness of the girls' privacy and secrecy.

Emily leaned forward a little and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Is this a government contract? Something clandestine?"

"I can't go into those details right now," I lied. "But I should also point out that, for the duration of this job, you will not be able to contact any friends or family and you will have to live on-site."

Emily seemed very interested now. "Does this mean you're thinking of hiring me?" She truly seemed desperate. I knew that if I was in her place, I'd have alarms going off in my head to get the hell out of there.

"I need to speak with my superiors," I said quietly, "And if they are interested, I will give you a call." It was kind of fun making this stuff up, but any enjoyment I felt dried up when I remembered that her life was potentially on the line if anything went wrong. I stood up to indicate that the interview was over.

Standing up quickly, Emily said "I hope to hear from you soon. And thank you, Jim, for this opportunity." I said my goodbyes and walked out of the coffee shop. As I walked back to my car, I called Kara to let her know I was on my way back to my apartment and that they could meet me there whenever they were ready. When I arrived, I began moving boxes just outside of my door for easier access and I counted my lucky stars that I didn't live in one of the upstairs apartments. Soon, the twins arrived in a truck that looked like it was at least twenty years old and hadn't been taken care of in some time.

I waved at the sisters as they squeezed out of the truck cab. It looked like it was very uncomfortable in there, until I saw the glimmer of sweat on their foreheads and realized that the cramped sensations during the drive over probably felt pretty erotic to their growing bodies. They were still wearing the clothes I had lent them - they must have been waiting to wear their new items until after their little fashion show - but now the shirt I gave Kara and the shorts I gave Tara were noticeably tighter than they were yesterday. Tara seemed to have a permanent wedgie that helped show off her round, wide ass and Kara's breasts were pressed closer to her chest than before, revealing tantalizing amounts of cleavage and under-cleavage.

"Where'd you get the truck?" I asked.

"It was our parents'," Kara replied. Of course it was. Their parents died when the twins were around 17, so just about everything they had was inherited. The girls seemed to want for nothing and were dedicating their adult lives to... expanding their breasts and butts well beyond human limits, and for who knows how long. Damn, life was good. "Tara moved it out of the garage when we moved back into our house, like, a couple of months ago, so we didn't know if it would, uh, work."

"Good thing it sat outside during the dry season," I pointed out. "The snow is going to probably ruin it."

I told the girls that they could help me with the furniture inside and then I would load up the boxes into the truck myself. They giggled and said that they could handle everything a lot more quickly. I let out a quick "Whoa!" when I saw Kara, tiny all over except for her tits, bend down slightly and lift up one of my heavier boxes by herself with no difficulty. She moaned a little as her mammaries squeezed up against the box that she was holding at arm's length.

My mouth must have been hanging open a little, because Kara said "Don't worry, Jim, I've got these boxes!" in a sweet and gentle voice, as if she weren't carrying anything at all. I shook my head a little to regain my bearings and walked towards the door to see if Tara needed any help. I had a feeling she wouldn't, but then I heard her voice calling my name from inside.

I entered the apartment and saw Tara lifting up my tiny couch (more of a loveseat, really) like it was a small plastic chair. "Jim, is there anything you want thrown away or are we keeping all of this?"

"Um, well, I really don't mind if we toss all the furniture since I won't be needing it..."

"Nonsense! We told you before, you can keep anything you want. It's no trouble at all," Tara said as she held the loveseat in front of her and awkwardly shifted to her side to squeeze her huge ass through the door frame. I felt like grabbing a bowl of popcorn and sitting on my nearby stool to watch this all play out, before remembering that my popcorn bowl was packed up already. I decided to sit on the stool anyway in a spot where I could see both Kara and Tara as they moved my items into the truck. It really was something to witness - seeing Kara's breasts get released as she put down each box, and watching Tara crouch down to lift up the heavier furniture, nearly popping right out of my former shorts in the process. I was also glad that we were doing this around midday, so the other residents were all at work and we didn't have a crowd staring at the strong young ladies.

The girls seemed to finally seem a little worn out by the time they had finished loading up the truck and squeezed themselves back into the cab. The truck seemed to have some trouble starting, so we all hoped that it would at least survive the trip back to the house. I made sure to follow them closely in my own car just in case anything happened, but fortunately, there were no incidents. When we arrived at the house, I asked the twins if I could help them out, but once again, they insisted that they could handle it. The drive seemed to rejuvenate them a bit, but now they had to move most of the boxes and furniture up the stairs and all the way down the hall to my new bedroom. After one trip to the bedroom and back, I picked up a box myself and wouldn't take no for an answer, although I did feel a little embarrassed struggling with the weight after watching the sisters move everything around so effortlessly.

Once everything was complete, the twins were finally sweating and breathing heavily - both of which tend to look very attractive when women do it, and particularly these beauties. Their breasts were heaving with each labored breath, with Kara naturally being the most impressive in that aspect, her massive mammaries being lifted up as she inhaled and dropping dramatically as the air left her body. The strain on my former shirt seemed almost too much for it to handle as Kara's tits bounced and wobbled as much as they could. I went to the kitchen to get water for everyone as the girls entered the dining room to finally sit down and rest. Tara pulled her chair out from under the table and positioned her colossal hips and ass over it - the relatively small chair looked like an ant about to be stomped under an army boot. Her ass jiggled under the tight basketball shorts with each little movement of her hips, but Tara seemed to be too tired to concern herself with her usual care and precision, and allowed herself to just fall onto the unfortunate wooden chair. My breath caught in my throat as Tara's body lowered, seemingly in slow motion, and SNAPPED two of the legs in half. Tara and the chair's seat fell hard onto the floor, her firm ass concealing the seat completely. Between Tara's height and her round ass, she looked like she could almost eat comfortably at the table while sitting on the floor. "Ha ha, nice one, sis," Kara laughed as I dashed over to help Tara back up.

Tara looked distraught. "Oh, this table and these chairs are heirlooms," she lamented. "I knew I wouldn't be able to use them forever, but I can't believe I just did that without thinking..."

"Well, I can fix it," I said, not exactly knowing why I said it. Tara asked me if I really could. "Um, actually, I've never repaired furniture or, well, done any kind of carpentry or anything. But I'd like to help since you've both done so much for me."

Kara clapped her hands together in glee. "Hey! You're our employee - you should make learning how to fix that chair a priority!"

Chuckling, Tara said "That would be wonderful. I would really appreciate it if you could manage to fix it eventually, but don't worry about it if you can't."

I shook my head. "No, I'll do whatever I can. I was wondering how I was going to keep myself busy all day, anyway..."

After relaxing for several minutes, the girls went upstairs to shower while I made some sandwiches for a late lunch. I would be preparing most of the meals from now on, unless one of the twins ever felt like doing it, but I was more than happy to support them and earn my keep in whatever ways I could. Since I had some extra time while waiting for them to finish cleaning up, I started making myself more familiar with the kitchen. There was nothing special about the kitchen, yet I felt like I was in some alien world whenever I was left alone anywhere in the house. The reality of it all still hadn't hit me, it seemed.

Not long after the sandwiches were made, I heard Kara's voice calling my name from upstairs. After I responded, Kara asked if I was ready. Thinking that she was referring to lunch, I picked up the tray with the food and drinks on it and brought it out to the living room, where we could sit on the couches to eat as Tara wouldn't be able to use the dining room table. At least, not until I found a way to repair and, well, reinforce her chair.

I nearly dropped the tray when I saw the twins walking down the staircase. They were completely naked, except they each had a towel draped over their respective largest assets. Not even bath towels, I realized - beach towels. Each girl's clean-shaven vagina was uncovered, so I thought it was clear that covering most of their tits or ass was just to drive me crazy with anticipation. They were both carrying a few articles of clothing that we had just purchased the day before and they each looked like they were holding back the biggest smiles they could possibly make. Their skin was so smooth and shiny thanks to their showers and I found myself looking at the "smaller" parts of their bodies that were on display. Tara's firm E-cup breasts bounced and jiggled in a way that was very different than Kara's well-developed pair did. The sheer weight must have been phenomenally different and, while Tara was by no means flat-chested, it was incredibly sexy to see a totally different pair of tits bouncing as she walked down the stairs. The towel did nothing to hide the fact that her lower body took up the vast majority of the staircase's width, much less the way that her ass's enormity jiggled with each step down. Kara, meanwhile, was taking steps that seemed to highlight the movements of her round, curvy ass. Again, the size comparison to her sister's was immense, but Kara still had an ass that any woman would kill for. It was especially impressive considering her diminutive waist, which was almost impossible to see, considering that its width from side-to-side was less than that of even just one of her fat breasts. Occasionally, as she walked, her boob flesh would squish up against her torso and seem to engulf part of her waist as their inertia tried to continue past her upper body. I noticed that Kara had a very small tattoo on the side of her upper left thigh, near her hips - it appeared to be a crescent moon.

I just stood there, tray in hand, taking in all of the sights. The girls approached me - I noticed for the first time how the floor slightly shook when both of them walked closely together - and Tara took the tray and set it down while Kara gently pushed me back. I effortlessly fell backwards onto the smaller couch. The complete lack of speaking on everyone's part was both deafening and extremely erotic. Kara and Tara moved to the center of the living room and gave each other enough space to move, and then they each picked up an item of clothing. Kara held up a sheer tank top that looked like something I could comfortably camp inside. It easily went around her little head, but of course I was anxious to see how it fit around the rest of her. It soon became clear that this wasn't one of the largest tops that she had bought, so I figured she must have been starting at the smallest and working her way up. I watched as she slowly dragged the bottom of the tank top across her expanse of tit, then over her big nipples, until her entire breasts were encased. This was definitely a smaller tank top for her - it was even tighter than the baggy t-shirt of mine that she had been wearing lately, and her boobs were squeezing out of the top while her nipples could be clearly seen through the sheer material. Moments later, I noticed that her nipples were even easier to see... then I realized that trace amounts of milk were being forced out due to the tightness of the tank top.

Tara, meanwhile, had picked up a colossal pair of panties. I tried desperately not to think about the women who they were intended for as she slowly turned around, her ass wobbling from side to side, and took slow, deliberate steps towards the wall. It was amazing how each ass cheek was lifted up slightly as she took a step forward, then fell back down, jiggling. Tara stepped into the panties and bent completely over in my direction to lift them up - extra slowly, as if she would do it any other way. Now I noticed a tattoo, the same size as Kara's and in the same spot on her upper thigh - it was a little sun. I wanted to remember to ask them about the tattoos later. The immense pair of panties suddenly looked microscopic compared to Tara's immense hips and ass, and sure enough, once they were pulled all the way up, they seemed to barely cover anything. Tara leaned up against the wall, turning her head to the side to get a look at my reaction, then stuck her butt out (causing another jiggle storm) and began to shake her hips just a little. It was enough to set her cheeks moving, almost rhythmically, and they clapped against each other with a fleshy slapping sound. In mere seconds, the panties became a thong as the material became helplessly wedged in the canyon of her ass cheeks.

Making her way back to the center of the room, Tara met Kara's eyes and they both smiled widely and with great excitement. Tara nodded and Kara bent down to where she had placed her other few clothes, then stood back up with two small bottles in her hands. It took me a second, but then I knew where I recognized them from: they were milk bottles that had been included with the pump that I bought for Kara. They hadn't been used before - the new mechanism set up by Tara had Kara's milk going into jugs which were then disposed of, so I wasn't sure what these smaller samples were for. I wasn't sure if I should break the silence, but I let curiosity get the better of me. "What are those for?"

"It's my milk," Kara said giddily. "The transition is over! This is my, um, specialized milk!"

"Jim," Tara said nervously, "It's time!"

TO BE CONTINUED