Samantha’s Colossal Bust 06: College ***************** If you wish to make comments, suggestions, give feedback, or contact me, I have a DeviantArt account under the name Ryver8. Thank you very much for reading! **************** ----------------------------- DISCLAIMER: In this chapter, there is some much needed backstory about the main character, Samantha. This involves reminiscing about her growing up, and one of the topics covered is the growth/development of her breasts. It is an issue impossible to avoid, as it is central to the plot. This is in NO WAY intended to sexualize a minor, but merely to explain where she came from and how life was for her. The segment is kept brief and relatively description free. If it offends you, I give you my sincerest apologies, for that was not my intention. I thought it was necessary to include the segment for the sake of story continuity as a whole. Thank you. ----------------------------- Samantha was a sophomore in college. She was a quite talented student, and always had been, not that many people had bothered to find out. She was a Physics major, and usually enjoyed the work it pertained. At the moment, Samantha felt abysmal about it. There was only a day left of summer break, but she would have been content to sit out the rest of her life lazily on her laptop, letting her breasts grow and grow into oblivion. When her breasts weren’t concerned, Samantha wasn’t a particularly motivated individual. The only reason she was going to college in the first place was so that she could squirrel away a degree. She had no specific plans in the works for using it, but it would be nice to have, should the need arise. There had been one consideration and one consideration only when she chose her college: ease of access. If you couldn’t attend the college classes, then everything else was moot. For a girl of Samantha’s proportions, attendance capability was a very real concern. Considering that she had to walk there, the choices had been narrowed down to Monville located collegiate institutions, of which there were several, but no major ones. The second criterion was an institution that didn’t require Samantha to crash through the city to get there. That left her with one relatively decent option: Culpopa Coastal College. CCC for short, Culpopa also had one other thing in abundance: land. On the very fringe of the city outskirts, it didn’t need to contain itself as much as other universities tended to do. Sprawling hills and walking paths were part of the Culpopa experience, and was an acquired taste for some of the students. Samantha thought she had chosen well, all things considered. CCC hadn’t felt so lucky, and had made no secret of that. What college wanted to deal with a teenager of government interest who also happened to have the most gigantic boobs the world had ever seen. By a lot. No, thank you! Fortunately and unfortunately, CCC’s hands were tied. From a legal perspective, if you chalked tremendous boobs up as a handicap, as lawyers were likely to do, the school was required to provide as well as it could, and couldn’t refuse service for a disability. Samantha was NOT amused. If anything, everyone else was disabled for NOT having a bust size close to hers. She took it sitting down, though, and didn’t make a fuss. Breast discrimination. That wasn’t the first time! A truck horn honked, derailing Samantha’s train of thought. She sent a text to Dan telling him that she had heard his horn. It meant he had finished packing up his truck, and was ready to take her stuff to the campus, and she heard him drive off. Such a sweetie! She got up and batted down the hatches on her trailer. She wasn’t going to see it for a while. Her mega breasts shuddered and stirred as she roused them, unbelievably massive and huge. She was at around 160 foot projection from torso to nipple now. A gargantuan nipple that was bigger than her body. As much as Samantha enjoyed thinking about her nipples, it was probably for the best if she abstained right now. All packed and ready to go, she trundled her massive breasts through the trailer park she wouldn’t see for quite some time. She surveyed what she could fondly. It was a nice place to let amazing breasts grow, and she would miss it. It was a long walk, but Samantha had made it many times before. Just never when she was this big! She delighted in fantasizing about her breasts to pass the time for her walk. She had done a lot of growing over the summer, and she was interested to see how the campus sized up to her now. She was certain many of the buildings would fall short of the monumental size of her chest, and that was exactly what she hoped to see. She wandered through the grassy fields on her way to CCC. The edges of Monville were relatively rural, so she could wander through the plains with relative ease. It wasn’t like trying to make it to the campsite, and having to fit through the suburbs. She could walk along the outskirts the whole way. Finally, she neared the tell tale signs of the campus. There were dorms off the distance. Naturally, not HER living establishments. The school had seen to making her quite comfortable, given the circumstances. She had volunteered to live with the other students, but everyone knew that wouldn’t work. There had been a part of her that had wished they would let her try to fit in one. She was privately disappointed when they declined. That had been before she destroyed a farm house. That didn’t even come close to satiating her appetite either, but bursting a single dorm room apart was…small potatoes now. Now, every time she thought about it, it was a cartoonish image of stuffing a massive breast inside the building, like Bugs Bunny could do. And then of course, her bigger-than-the-building breast would resume its natural size forcefully. She snickered to herself, imaging the walls of the entire dorm complex blasting apart as she expanded back to normal. Culpopa was a reasonably updated campus community, with some state of the art dorms. Unfortunately, these high rise dorms were not very handicap accessible. Reaching the upper floors was done by elevator or stairs, but only the elevator works for someone in a wheelchair. In the event of a fire or some other emergency, the elevator was not safe, and thus the building was not deemed handicap accessible. Which is fine when they are residential buildings and not public ones, as long as the university provides dorms that ARE wheelchair accessible for the students that need them. There was a cluster of single floor dorm complexes built for such needs, and this is where Samantha was holed up. The single room apartment-like design of these dorms made them ideal for many students on campus, but priority was always handed to the students who actually needed the features. After that, it was a rush to get these dorms where you did not have to share a room. Samantha made her own luck by having her own “disability”. That, and she was no fool. When it she was touring the campus back in her smaller (relatively) days, she had “accidentally” broken one of the walls of one of the rooms with her tremendous bust. Rather than fix the wall, the university resigned themselves to their fate and let her keep the room that was now spacious enough for her and her monstrous boobs. Short of that little “modification”, the original dorm was largely left untouched. The wall was just removed so that Samantha could let her breasts hang out while she was inside, just like her trailer back home. Inside the dorm was a bathroom, a bed, a desk, and a dresser. Standard material that furnished all the dorms on campus. The “Orca Complex” as it was called (dorms were named after sea animals) was situated a little off the main campus, but well within a reasonable walking distance. It was surrounded by fields, and Samantha loved it. The front gaping wall of her dorm opened into a vast expanse of grass that her breasts typically lavished upon, tickled by the breeze. She was looking forward to resting her meaty mams on her grassy haven. It had been a long walk, and her knockers were really getting heavy! She finally reached the Orca Complex, to find her dorm already furnished and ready to go. Dan was such a sweetie! He was reclined in a chair inside, reading and waiting for her. He looked up at the source of the earthquakes and gave her a big smile, sending her heart a flutter. She backed up so her body could fit into the apartment, to leave her mountainous bust sprawled out in the grassy meadow. “Whoa! You’re not going to fit in here, miss! You’d best keep THOSE outside.” “I do what I want! But I think you might be right, sir. I’m wayyy to big for this room. High five?” She held up her hand. “Your boobs growing is worth a high five?” “If it isn’t, I don’t know what is.” He gave her a hearty one. “Heck YEAH! I’m a bit bigger, can ya tell?” “Not really, actually. You’re too big.” “’Too big’ shouldn’t be in your vocabulary.” She reminded him. “You know what I mean. You’ve outgrown such measurements. It’s only been a week since I’ve seen you.” She pouted. “I’m bigger whether you like it or not.” “I like it.” “You better. Thanks for moving me in!” “Sure thing. When do classes start? Tomorrow?” “Yeah…” Samantha answered glumly. ----------------------------------------------- It was evening time now, the day that Samantha had left the trailer park to go to school. The council of Samantha’s trailer park was in session. Twenty odd people sat in a circle in lawn chairs, enjoying the summer night and waiting to get started. Mr. Haley stood up. “All right. We’re all here, how about we get started. Who has an item of business?” A man named Sean Hatcher stood up. Everybody groaned, but he didn’t flinch. “Samantha. I want that girl out.” He sat back down. A woman named Hattie O’Hare stood up. “I want her in. And Hatcher out!” She retook her seat. The circle laughed, and Haley rolled his eyes. These two never gave it a rest. Hatcher spoke up “It ain’t fun and games no more, Hattie! She’s getting too damned big and you’d have to be blind and deaf not to know it. We are running out of room. Both Jim and Alexander had to move this summer on account of her.” “I don’t hear them speaking up, though. Just your sweet tones, Mr. Hatcher.” “I come to every meeting, and you always want to talk about that girl’s chest. It’s indecent, Hatcher.” Mrs. Lechman squeaked. Everyone roared with laughter again, and Hatcher pinked. A man named Arthur Cornwallis stood up. “It’s all fun and games to poke fun at Mr. Hatcher here. We all know he’s a loathsome spirit, generally.” That was worth a round of chuckles. “But I happen to agree with the man.” Cornwallis sat down, and the mood turned serious. It was a proper issue, now. Was Samantha too big? For their park? Hatcher was emboldened. He stood up again. “It’s fair to say I may have been a bit…premature when I was saying word against her before. But this summer, she has gotten lots bigger, and you can’t deny it. Our entrance can’t even FIT the girl! Everytime she comes or goes, we all know it. She just keeps getting bigger too. When she came back from that camping trip, my eyes nearly popped right out of my head. This problem ain’t going away. We need to kick her out now before she does some real harm.” “What ‘real harm’ are you referring to? She’s a sweet girl, wouldn’t hurt a fly. She just has special needs.” O’Hare said. “Special needs? She is constantly hurting ‘flies’! Every time she’s in the news it’s all Samantha broke this, Samantha broke that. Just last week she smashed up some poor guy’s truck.” O’Hare stood up hotly. “Just you listen here, you asinine oaf! I took that girl in after her parents died. She has nowhere to go, and it’s up to us to take care of her.” Hatcher looked at her mulishly. “This ain’t your little girl anymore! Nothin’ little about her!”There’s a site with a video you can buy that is about her crushing a FARM, Hattie. I ain’t making this stuff up.” “Jesus, Hatcher. When I’m online, I see sports blogs and news articles. What sites are YOU goin’ to?” Frank called. The circle roared with laughter, but everyone was shifting a little uncomfortably now. If there was such a video… “It’s our greatest fear. She breaks things. We have always known that.” Hatcher persisted. “But now she is so gosh darned big, it’s too EASY for her to break things. She’s bigger ‘n my house, okay? I can’t ignore that! That video I mentioned is like watching a horror film! That’s our future if we continue to let her live here! She’ll squash us all. Remember Lenik? I do.” The circle was silent. Hatcher had played his trump card. All eyes shifted to O’Hare, waiting on her rebuttal. She stood, shaking with fury. “That poor girl never asked for any of this. Shame on you Hatcher, for dragging bygones into this. We’ve still got plenty of space and that’s that. We have never had any problems with that darling girl, and here you are making assumptions about mights and coulds. I could walk into your home and shoot you tonight, but that don’t mean I will. Shame on you all. That girl has had nothing but a rough life, all she probably wants is to do the things a normal girl can. What kind of gentlemen are you, turning away a girl simply because her boobs got too big? No MAN I ever heard of! Buck up and give her some hospitality for once. She isn’t going to find it elsewhere, so it’s up to us to have some manners and welcome her as family.” She sat down. The circle was uncomfortable again. Mrs. O’Hare had that dangerous Southern mother ability to make people properly ashamed of anything. Hatcher’s trump card wasn’t enough this time. Mr. Haley stood up. “Alright alright. Samantha is welcome here, we all know that. She’s a nice girl, and we all like her.” He turned to O’Hare. “The man has a point, Hattie. She IS big. But…not TOO big for us, not yet. We still have the space for us. We can hold off this discussion until we don’t, if that day ever comes. Who knows what the future will bring. So far, we’ve just had to move a few people around, and put up with a busted entrance to accommodate her. I’d say that isn’t too bad. We can re-evaluate at a later date. Now…next matter?” Haley sat down. As the owner of the park, he had final word. Frank stood up. “Where are we on the pond issue?” -------------------------------------------------------------- Samantha sat up and yawned, then turned off her alarm. Day one of class. Ugh. Morning routine wasn’t a huge deal. She looked pretty good without having to try, so she didn’t waste her time when she could use those precious minutes sleeping. She combed her hair, brushed her teeth, and threw on something decent. She grabbed her backpack with her laptop in it. Then she looked up to survey the damage. It was as she had expected, her breasts had made their presence known in this dorm. In her eyes, her bust was still extremely tiny, but even she had to admit to herself that she wasn’t as tiny as she had been when she last tried living here. She was facing the same problem that she did at her trailer. There was just so much of her and not enough of the dorm. Her breast had gotten immensely fatter and wider over the course of the summer, and even entering the abode meant dragging more tons of her tits in through the opening just so she could maneuver around. Those firm and supple breasts of ginormous magnitude were more than a match for the structure, squashing themselves into the open frame and then exerting enormous pressure on the roof as the rest of her bust tried to follow suit. She didn’t think the roof would last the semester, not with her breasts at work. And of course, she had every intention of getting even bigger. She edged herself out of the dorm and peered around. There were people walking around off in the distance, all stealing glances at her bosom. Samantha suppressed a laugh. She was just too much woman for these people. No matter, that was something she was used to. The sunlight felt good on her pale monstrosities, so it was a good day. She had best get to class before she was late. There was a field that she took to get to the building where her classes were held for her. All of her classes were scheduled for one room, the most conveniently located for her coming from her dorm, so that she didn’t have to move around too much. That way both she and the university didn’t have to worry about accidents with all the little people. Campus life steered clear of her, with good reason. People had always avoided her on principle, ever since she started developing. Most people had no imagination, so a little boobage went a long way. As soon as she passed that threshold of normal, she was a freak, and to be shunned. She could understand people being legitimately afraid now, as the earth rattled beneath her monstrosities. She figured that back when she was smaller, it had something to do with being socially acceptable. Girls were jealous or spiteful, and guys didn’t want to be labeled as the pervert who digs the girl with humongous boobs. Thankfully she had Dan now. Well…not completely. She would have to work on that. She neared the PHYS building that she took all of her classes in. Her breasts dwarfed it completely. It had been a few months since she had last been here, but had she really gotten that big?! The building wasn’t THAT small, a good three stories and a nice cube shape. Her breasts situated next to it were clearly visible around it. Someone standing on the roof of the building would have to climb UPWARDS to get on her breasts. It was deeply satisfying. Samantha maneuvered until she was standing by the building, next to the window to her classroom. The entire wall had a huge window running along it, but it was separated into individually openable window segments. Fortunately each section opened fairly wide, and one had been left open for her, which was thoughtful. Also weird, for the first day. They were usually left closed, and she had to tap on one to get someone to open it from the inside. Pressing her back up against the wall, she stepped on her pale breasts and levered herself upwards. Swinging her legs through the window, she slipped inside. Her gigantic bosom rested on the ground outside, but she herself was now standing just inside the building. She hoisted herself up on the air conditioning unit beneath the windowsill, and got comfortable. Samantha was used to not being able to fit in buildings, but in order to attend class she had to develop a means for her to be in the room without ALL of her being in the room. Her breasts extended from her chest, bulging out the open window and swelling to their obscene girth beyond the window panes. The entire window vista was a view of her pale globes. She couldn’t maneuver very well, and couldn’t fit insofar as to use a desk, so she had to sit on the radiator that was just inside the window. If she moved too much further into the room, her breasts would try to come with her, and that’s a battle against bricks and glass that they would win. In honesty, Samantha loved this set up. She was so massive that her breasts could be resting on the ground OUTSIDE when she was INSIDE. No other girl EVER could boast that. The loss was that she could no longer stroke her enormous breast flanks. She enjoyed doing that quite a bit, but she was separated from much of her babies by glass. The open window nearest to her of course was completely filled with her elongated breasts trying to force their way inside. She also was quite excited, trying to imagine the view from the other classrooms. She was so big, all they could probably see were her boobs as well. The position she was sitting in wasn’t as awkward as it might appear. She was able to lean against the back wall of the classroom. She couldn’t turn fully away from the window though, because her breasts were in that direction, so she was at an angle towards the window but she could easily view the rest of the classroom, including the front where the professor was going to be. It was safer for everyone if Samantha didn’t move too much about campus. To suit her needs, the university scheduled her classes in this room. She had long ago thought about simply setting up web cams for her classes, but she hadn’t proposed the idea to the university. There was no fun in that! She would miss seeing all the shocked faced. Samantha scanned the room and counted the slack jaws and the wide open eyes. Yes, these are my boobs, Samantha thought cheerfully. She reveled in it now, her power. Her body and its impact on the masses. She had not always had that healthy attitude. She took out her laptop so she could at least pretend to listen to the professor, who should start lecturing soon. The first day of school always made her sad. There had been a time when she was a normal girl. At least, everyone had thought she was normal. Back when she still had parents. They had been wonderful people, and 9 year old Samantha had been very happy. One of her clearest young memories was of one of their trips to the Monville Gardens. They went a lot because her mother had loved walking through the trees. She remembered her mother handing her a small knife and showing her how to carve her initials into a tree, so that whenever she came back, she would remember that she had been there. Samantha had selected her tree very carefully, and carved her small initials into the base of a splendid oak. Not long after that, both of her parents would be dead. It was on the first day of school, and her father was driving her to drop her off. Her mother had decided to come along to see her darling off on the start of the year. At an intersection, a car came out of nowhere and crashed headlong into their vehicle. Mr. and Mrs. Duquesne were no more, and Samantha walked away from that crash unscathed. It was here that doctors might have realized Samantha’s physical make up was special, but it slipped through the cracks in light of the tragedy. Her darkest hour was also the first inkling of her body’s strange physiology. A family friend by the name of Hattie O’Hare filled in for the late Duquesnes. She had been a good role model, and kept Samantha fed and to school on time, so Samantha was very appreciative. But normalcy could never return. Life had…other plans. Samantha started to grow. At first it was cute. “Samantha needs a bra! Look at the darling girl, all grown up!” Samantha remembered hearing those words, all those years ago. She had started growing very young, but it had meant little at the time. But she didn’t stop there. Soon, she started to outdistance the other girls. There was another Samantha in her class, so she had always been called “Samantha D”, or “Sam D”. Soon, she was called “Sam Double D”. She didn’t even know what it meant at the time. She had told Mrs. O’Hare proudly that night, and the loving Miss Hattie stumbled in shock. It wasn’t the end of the world, Miss Hattie had assured young Samantha, and mistakenly thinking that Samantha was embarrassed by the new name. Kids outgrow nicknames all the time, after all. She was right, Samantha recalled with a snicker. It was around this time that another development happened. Samantha broke a pencil on accident. She had just been writing her paper, concentrating, and it had snapped in her hand, between her finger and thumb. Her replacement pencil went the way of the first. Breaking things had gotten a lot easier now than before. As she continued to grow up, she was fascinated by her ever expanding bust, and it became clear that she was well beyond normal. Finally Miss Hattie thought enough was enough, and took her to see a doctor. Apparently big breasts cause lots of women physical problems, but Samantha had never felt an inkling of those. She had figured out that it was because of her unusual strength, but she had tried to keep that a secret. Miss Hattie escorted her to the doctor’s office, and they gave her routine physical examinations. Finally, the doctor opted to draw blood. When he stuck the needle to Samantha’s arm…it broke. In a panic, Samantha came clean about her observations on her unusual strength. Her audience was a little disgruntled to say the least. Special needles had to be made, and more rigorous testing performed, but after all was said and done, Samantha got a clean bill of health. Her unusual physiology was noteworthy, but not medically dangerous. The blood tests and news of her would run like wildfire through the scientific community, creating quite the circus, but Samantha didn’t pay it much mind over the years. Eventually the government showed up and tried striking up a bargain with Mrs. O’Hare. She was adamantly against the government “sticking their nose into things” but their offer was practical, so Samantha finally made her relent. She was a little guilty about the cost of bras, and being a burden on this very kind woman. High school hit Samantha like a ton of bricks. She was rapidly getting freakishly big, and people had definitely started to notice in a bad way. They started to keep her at distance. Meanwhile, Samantha was having increasing difficulty with mundane tasks, like writing on her desk when her breasts overflowed it. In the end, though, she was grateful. Her bust became part of her identity. It set her apart, having breasts the size that she did. She wasn’t the girl with the tragic past anymore, to be pitied, but she was the girl with huge boobs. She had never been a very social person, so the absence of lots of meaningful friends was not a big deal. She had acquaintances, and that was satisfactory. Discretely to herself, her bosom was making her feel very womanly. There was a lot of pride involved. She was fascinated by their continued growth, and how much bigger she was compared to everyone else. Especially by the standards of normal girls. The final straw was when Miss Hattie welcomed her home one day and realized that Samantha spanned the entire doorway, bust lightly brushing each side of the frame she stepped inside. That put an end to Samantha’s high school days, and at Mrs. O’Hare’s vehement request, the government provided her tutoring to accommodate her. And still Samantha continued to grow. She outgrew living trailer with another person and was moved to a separate trailer. Which she proceeded to outgrow as well. She finished high school, and was accepted into college. Her size was truly, truly astounding by now, and Dan was assigned as her caretaker. Samantha sat up a little straighter on the radiator and glanced around the classroom. She had been day dreaming and missed a good portion of class. Whatever, it was just a “go over the syllabus”/first day kind of class. Not that she paid attention much in other classes! The glances in her direction had died down as class had continued. Most people were in general classroom mode now. There was a pair of brown eyes that kept looking at her over in the corner. They seemed familiar. Samantha looked out the open window to see her monumental chest. She remembered being able to fit through doors. That had been nice. Outgrowing doors had been nicer. School had been something that was worrisome, but with the expansion of her bust…she was above it. It didn’t matter what people thought. People were going to think what they were going to think, whatever she did. She might as well get what she wanted out of it all. Bigger boobs! Speaking of which, she had some reading to catch up on. She was located in the back of the classroom, leaning up against the back wall, so she was in no danger of anyone peering over her shoulder. She opened up the Samantha fan site. The fan site had been worth endless hours of amusement over the past weeks. She had attempted to read every story about her. It was an offshoot of a much larger “breast expansion” community, a community of people who actually thought like her. It was interesting stuff. She wasn’t even close to reading all of the stories yet, but she enjoyed each one tremendously. She had favorite authors who wrote about fictionalized version of herself! She even came across stories with lots of other interesting elements and fetishes that she had never even thought about. Reading them about herself was a different experience, and she was fascinated in spite of herself. Under the anonymous name moniker of “NeedBiggerBr@s”, she had started several forums where she had “pretended” to be herself. That is to say, she role played as a girl who was busty and ever growing bigger and bigger, and other users asked her questions, talked dirty to her, and showed general interest in her breasts. Naturally, no one on the other end realized she was the actual Samantha, and that she wasn’t pretending. She didn’t want to reveal that information, either, as she was uncertain what that would do. It was great. It wasn’t as amazing as talking to Dan, but Samantha really enjoyed this avenue to talk about her boobs with other people who were just as enthusiastic. She wished there were more people in real life like that! “Oh my goodness, I LOVE that site.” Samantha nearly jumped out of her skin. She had been reading a story about her and some genie. She slammed her laptop shut as fast as she could, and felt her cheeks burning. Class had adjourned and she hadn’t even noticed. She looked at her interrupter. It was…a girl? She was pretty, and blushing. “Hello, you might not remember me but…I was the park ranger at the West Valley campsite. I’m Juliana.” She extended her hand. Of course! The nice Park Ranger girl, who loved Samantha’s breasts! Samantha was more than a little flustered, having been caught red handed. This nice stranger had learned more than she needed to know, that was for sure. Samantha took her hand and shook it, cheeks beet red. Juliana took the chair that was next to Samantha’s radiator. “I’m glad we have class together. I was hoping to run into you here. I’m a Physics major as well.” She smiled. Samantha smiled back. She wasn’t really sure what was going on, but smiling at people was usually a good policy. “I was hoping we could be friends. I’ll open your window for you every morning!” Samantha stared at her. Was it as easy as all that? Some half stranger sits next to you in the back of a classroom? “S-Sure.” Juliana’s smile was radiant. Evidently so. “Let’s get lunch!” Juliana suggested. “…how do you normally do that?” “I know a guy. I’ll meet you outside?” “You’re already outside. Most of you.” Samantha smiled, and eased herself back out the window. Once she had climbed out, she stood on her tip-toes to peer back inside through the open window to see if she had left anything behind. Seeing nothing, she closed the window as beast as she could from the outside. She took out her phone and sent a text to her “guy” at the cafeteria who she had been introduced to as part of the school’s special accommodations for her. His name was Ben. [Sam: 2 for lunch. We’ll be there in 5 mins. Thanks!] [Ben: k] Samantha couldn’t eat in the cafeteria. The typical set up inside was a buffet type display with several different entrees. Ben usually just grabbed a plate of something and brought it outside to her. The cafeteria actually wasn’t that far, but the problem was that Samantha’s bra-clad nipples were closer to it than she was. Samantha had done this a thousand times, Juliana kept pace beside her and watched in fascination as Samantha walked the perimeter of her bust, swiveling it with her. Finally Samantha had reached the other side of the grassy glen and was near the cafeteria. Her breasts had more or less remained where they were, huge and ponderous, just spun around. She looked over her shoulder and frowned. The cafeteria had an outside eating arrangement where students could take their plates and enjoy the weather. There was a table off from the main group that she usually sat. People usually knew better to take her table, but this time it was populated with people. Probably freshmen. Samantha sighed and flopped in the grass next to her ponderous pontoons. Juliana sat down carefully next to her. A middle aged man with side burns and in a chef’s coat exited the cafeteria through the side door, carrying two plates. He wandered over to Samantha, professionally attempting to avert his eyes from the enormous Samantha mountains behind her. “Here you go, Sam.” “Thanks Ben.” She gave him a smile, which he returned stiffly, and then he wandered away. She looked at her plate. Meatloaf! The two sat and ate, and chatted happily. Samantha thought it was nice. ------------------------------------------- Over the coming week, the Samantha and Juliana really hit it off. Samantha had a friend, who was obviously into her boobs like she was. They ate together, sat together in class, and did homework together. It was different from being with Dan, somehow. For the year Dan had been around her, until the past summer, she was always aware that he was only there because it was part of his job. Then over the past summer their relationship became something more. She…still wanted more out of that. She’d have to work on it. But sitting with Juliana was nice. There was no pressure to be somebody, they just enjoyed each other’s company. They were currently sitting in Samantha’s dorm, working on homework. Well, Juliana was. She was sitting at the table, chewing on her pencil thoughtfully. Samantha had made the mistake of opening up her laptop. She was monitoring replies to “NeedBiggerBr@s”. “This guy says I should film myself crushing stuff, like Samantha did that one time.” Juliana looked up. “That was a great video, you should definitely do more.” “You think so?” Samantha felt pleased. Juliana nodded. “Yep. Take out our engineering building, please. You should also do more homework.” “You’ll give me the answers, right?” “Only if I get to choose how.” “What do you mean?” She stood up. “For instance, the answer to the first one is…” And then she started to trace her fingers across Samantha’s bust. Samantha couldn’t contain her giggle. She threw a pillow at the other girl. “You just wanted to feel me up, you perv!” “You’re the one asking me for help replying to boob role playing stuff. You’re the perv!” Samantha laughed. “I really am. Okay so…x is 2…no that’s a 3, 5 point 4. The answer to one is x = 35.4 m/s^2 ?” “You can really feel all that?” “You have cold fingers.” The girls laughed. ------------------------------------ Samantha’s alarm clock blared, and she groaned as she arose from her slumber. Then she blinked awake. It was Saturday! The first Saturday of the school semester! That meant football. Samantha loved football. It has been called “a game of inches”, and she had always been a fan of measuring inches. Any sport that obsessed with measuring things was a sport she liked. CCC was not a major university so their football team didn’t play in the big college leagues, but they did have a team and a stadium. Their first home game was today, and Dan and Juliana were going to join her in watching it. Samantha couldn’t fit in the stadium, but that isn’t to say that she didn’t have the best seats in the house. After a few hours, there was a knock, and Dan came in. He was wearing a football jersey and shorts. “I hope we win today. It would be a nice way to start the season.” He said, and she agreed. “By the way, Juliana is coming with us.” “Juliana? Who is Juliana?” “That would be me.” Juliana said, appearing from around Samantha’s bust. Dan blinked a few times. “Hey, aren’t you…aren’t you the park ranger girl?” “She’s also in my class.” Samantha said. “Cool.” The trio wandered over to the football stadium. “You got the stuff we need, right?” Samantha asked Dan. He held up the bag he was carrying. Good. The football stadium was really not that big, designed only to accommodate 15,000 people or so. The Culpopa Collies didn’t usually draw even that much. The stadium was designed like a big square, where the corners were not filled in. It was here in one such gap that Samantha set up shop, her tremendous breasts resting heavily on the grass surrounding the stadium, rising up and towering of the bleachers. “Who is first?” Samantha giggled, noting both Dan’s and Juliana’s awed looks. She knew she was pretty big, but it still felt good stunning the two in disbelief. “I’ll go first.” Dan said. “First for what?” Samantha and Dan laughed at her confusion, and Samantha assumed the position, and catapulted Dan up to the top of her beauties. “First for that.” “I’m glad he went first.” A rope flopped down Samantha’s bosom. Dan had taken it out of the bag. “You could take the rope like a wuss.” Samantha said sweetly. “No you don’t, sister. Given the opportunity, I’m going to land on your mattresses.” “Thatta girl.” Finally the three were up on Samantha’s “bleachers”. They were pretty high up, and could see the entire football stadium. They had done this over an hour before the game was supposed to start, so there wasn’t much of a crowd yet, but the assembled masses that were there were giving them quite a bit of attention. Samantha had expected it. She took this opportunity to try and measure herself against the football field, as she had so often done in the past. Damn, girl, Samantha thought to herself, you’d cover over half of the thing if you laid your breasts out on the gridiron. It gave her a very deep and powerful satisfaction. She wanted to fill a football stadium at some point in the future. The trio talked and lazed about until game time. Samantha was the elephant in the room at these games, but everyone tried to ignore her as best as possible. She was totally cool with that, for she was here for some football. Go Collies! It was a good game, and by that, the Collies were thumping their opponent pretty badly. It was halfway into the 3rd quarter when the Collies quarterback threw another deep pass that was caught for a spectacular touchdown. Samantha was ecstatic about their new QB showing off his potential, and Dan was on his feet cheering loudly, and threw himself onto her bust in elation. His head landed right near Samantha’s. He was laughing. She grabbed his shirt, tugging his lips to hers, and gave him a resounding kiss. It was electric, more so than anything Samantha had ever felt. At first Dan was stunned, she could feel it, and then he responded with gusto. Samantha felt something roar, deep within her. It confirmed something she had suspected for a while now. Cold, hot, it didn’t matter. It was sensation that did it. Whatever activated inner Samantha, and got her riled up. Cold had done the trick for a little while, until it became old hat. Heat had been new, and weird. And now… That is to say, Dan is a great kisser. Dan could feel her breasts rumbling beneath them, expanding with her mood. He drew back, breaking the contact. “Is that what I think it is? Are you-“ Samantha hauled him back in and silenced him with another kiss.