*BANG!*

Emily flew across the ground, managing to catch herself before she flew into a nearby tree. She coughed, slowly getting back up as she saw her friend fighting the monster off.

The beast arched one of its plant-like tentacles and whipped it towards Heather, managing to somehow dodge it, quickly darting to the side. Her electric blue hair brushed across her face as she flew to the side. She tried to regain her breath.

“Damn! This thing is quick!” She spit to the side, then smiled, and glared over at the plant-like creature. Emily crouched over at the side, regaining her energy, staring at the meter on her arm. The green bar slowly filled its way back up. She glanced back up, planning her next move carefully. The beast seemed to be dependent on the trees, most of its vines entangling the thick grove behind it. They were lucky they had managed to find a circular clearing, or else they would probably have ended like flies in a spiders web. That's when it hit her.

“Of course!” Emily rushed to the treetops, the Venus fly-trap-esque creature distracted by Heather, constantly crashing its vines towards her as she dodged and sliced them with her energy saw. Emily activated her own, a green blade slowly forming from her arm as she jumped to the tops of the trees gracefully. She then began hacking away at the vines, taking down one by one. She heard the cries of the behemoth, its attention switching from Heather to Emily in an instant.

“Hey! Don't get distracted now!” Heather taunted, her blade turning into blasts of blue energy shooting from the base of her arm. They exploded on contact and caused it to cry out in pain, losing more and more of its grip on the trees. It tried to restore its hold on the branches, but too many limbs were being destroyed too quickly. It wasn't long before its head came tumbling to the ground, its jaw slack, tongue lying out in a cartoon manner. It soon began to smolder, then burn up into bits, revealing a small, shiny object from within itself.

Heather went up to it as Emily came down from the height of the trees gradually from branch to branch.

“Is that it?” Emily asked as she reached the ground. Heather lifted the object and studied it. It was a small, green gleaming object, with odd markings scribed all over it. Heather nodded.

'Yup, the objective of this server is to collect all 8 of these from the 8 bosses in each biome.”

“Neat! This is just level one, right?” She asked as the surrounding tropical trees began to develop more polygons than they had before. Heather nodded.

“Yeah, I'm still working on the other bosses, but they would progressively get harder. Their weaknesses randomly generate too, so even I don't know how to beat them. Cool, huh?” Emily nodded avidly. She looked around as the trees, now with harsh edges and low resolution colors, began to collapse slowly from the top down into nothing, leaving only their outlines. Even those began to disappear as all that was left was a dark blue surrounding, tiled with squares to reveal a cube-like room. 

'Alright, should I log off now?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, I'll work on it more tomorrow, and I'll show you the next boss when its all done.” Emily smiled, then faded out of the empty room. Heather did the same the next instant.

A raven haired girl sat in front of the monitor. Her hazel eyes stared at the program as she closed it and looked at the clock. Midnight. 

'Damn, time goes by fast in there.” She yawned. She removed the wires from her temples, and from her wrists, then headed to her closet to get out her pajamas. Heather was a college girl, majoring in game design, and the recent release of virtual reality sandbox games were good practice for what she would have to do for a living. She threw on a night shirt and some sweatpants and headed to her bed. Heather had a slender build, no real defining features except her rear, which did protrude just enough to get heads to turn, but not enough to say it was anything extraordinary. It was more than she had up top, having breasts at just about a B-cup.

On the other side of the country was Emily, removing the wires from her temples and wrists while her long brown hair slid back around to its position before she moved it. Her green eyes could hardly stay open from exhaustion as she made her way to her bed, not even trying to get dressed for bed. She collapsed upon the mattress, losing consciousness almost immediately. Her body held nothing noteworthy, no butt nor breasts really to speak of. She was even flatter than her friend, but she never minded that much. Having had this body since she was in high school, scorning life for sticking her with it, she finally had given up after age 19 in hoping for any sort of flesh on either side. As she slept, snoring lightly, she had neglected to shut down the program.

The title screen was displayed. It suddenly glitched a bit, the title of the game, “Justicia”, going from yellow to brown to black. The screen flickered, then turned dark, before the program closed completely.

**THE FOLLOWING WEEK**

“Alright, ready Emily?” Heather asked via Skype, setting up the wires and opening the launcher.

“Yeah, one sec, I'm getting...things up.” Heather laughed a bit. 

“Its cool, so am I.” With the program booted and wires attached to her skin, she got past the title screen, the multiplayer options, and opened up her personal server. “Meet you in there!” She clicked the button that read 'Connect' and things suddenly went black. She felt as if she was floating, no world around her, no sounds or people. Until tiles began to appear on the ground, walls and ceiling, creating a box-like room to be contained in. It was slowly filled up with skeletons of objects, a polygonal building  gradually built itself in front of her. Emily suddenly appeared in front of her as the scenery finished processing. She smiled at Heather, then looked at herself, grimacing at the skin-tight black leather suit.

“Ugh, why does this HAVE to be the default clothing option?” Emily asked as she pinched at the suit.

'Haha, don't worry about it Emily. It'll change soon.” She eyed the finishing scenery, the world coming together just as she had programmed it to. Her clothes, also a leather one-piece jumpsuit, slowly changed into a pair of capri shorts and a dirty white midriff shirt, torn in certain places. Emily slowly dawned the same outfit, the shirt going a bit further down than it did on Heather. She still blushed.

“Oh, like this is much better...” she muttered to herself. The game had finally loaded, a larger factory-like building stood before them., in the middle of the deep jungle. “So...this is where the next artifact is, huh?”

“Yup, the next piece of the puzzle is hiding within the monster that lives here. Shouldn't be too hard. Only level two, after all.” She winked at Emily and smirked. Emily smiled back. 

“Why do you get to edit the avatars, anyway?” Emily complained a bit as they approached the building. 

“Hey, I asked what color hair you wanted. You said green, so I gave you that much. Favorite color, right?” Emily rolled her eyes. 

“Yeah, but...”

“Look, I can't do much but clothes and hair color. This game doesn't give too many avatar changes yet. I mean, they're working on it, and they were going to release it on an update, but...” She hesitated, feeling a bit uneasy as they entered the factory. They were surrounded by conveyor belts, all resting on the concrete floor,  guarded by the four limescale-covered walls of the factory. Robots and androids sat around the conveyors, no light around them, cobwebs and dust caking them, insinuating decades of non-use.

“Nice atmosphere, Heather...” Emily whispered as she stepped cautiously into the large room. 

“Thanks...not sure what the enemy is gonna be. Randomly generated and all that. Should fit the-” she interrupted herself as she accidentally bumped into one of the androids. It buzzed a bit, whirring and making a low hum. The noise climbed and came to its zenith as its eyes lit up and it shuddered awake. 

“...theme”

Soon all of the robots were singing the same tune, rising from the dust and dirt, facing the two women with an empty gaze. Just as soon as they all had gotten up, the room got eerily quiet. They stayed there, staring at them, until the first robot's eyes turned red. Then another's. Until all of the robotic creatures in the room had glowing red eyes staring over at them.

“Alright...” Heather summoned the energy beam from her wrist, the meter suddenly appearing on it. She formed it into a blade and charged as the robotic monstrosities began their attack upon them. Emily joined her, firing off a few shots at their heads, depleting the bar on her arm a bit. There were a few dozen of them, nearly filling up the sizable room with their mechanical mass.

They had razors, blades, scissors even! All hacking and waving violently at the girls futily. They seemed very underpowered, but had such massive numbers that they seemed to be a bit of a threat, slicing only slightly into both of them as they made their assault. Barely even papercuts. Emily sat to the side for a second, staring at the bar refilling slowly.

“C'mon, hurry up! God, stupid recharge mechanic...” Once the bar had refilled, she made an ax form with it, and began hacking away with Heather. 

Soon, they had all fallen apart, each one being nothing more than a mess of wires and metal on the ground. Heather smirked at Emily, relinquishing her blade arm, almost completely depleted.

“Good work. Now, boss time!” She looked around, trying to find where it would appear, glaring at the scaffolding leading up to another room. “Ah! Come on, follow me!” Heather began to dash up the stairs to the top of the scaffolding, as Emily followed just a short distance behind. At the top there was a doorway, the door large, brown with rust, and looked as if it was about to fall off its hinges. Heather pried it open with a lot of effort, then they both entered.

The room was large. Dark. Foggy. Nothing was in it except four walls, all of which cracked or with paint peeling, and also a dark figure which stood at the opposite end of the room. Heather and Emily remained quiet as they stepped towards the mysterious figure, taking time to observe the empty environment.

“Coulda swore I put more in this room...” Heather whispered to Emily as they made their way forwards. “Hmm...maybe after the battle starts? Its boss time.” Finally, they made it to their opponent. They stared up and studied it, it's back turned to them. It was merely a humanoid structure, missing any lower half below its pelvis, a fog emanating from it. It was completely black, billowing smoke from its bottom half, where its legs should have been. It slowly turned its head, having no defining facial features except its red eyes. Heather swallowed hard. Emily glanced over.

“What's the matter? You made this, right? The only thing you don't make are the enemies, right?” Heather was silent, as she glanced over at Emily.

“I...I didn't make this...” Before either could react, the door slammed shut, and the fog in the room suddenly became much thicker. They began coughing, taking in a sharp breath from the gasp they had taken when the door had slammed. “What the hell...?” Heather said between her coughs. The enemy began to laugh slightly.

“Welcome, my new pets...” Emily and Heather both backed off, covering their mouths with their arms. They tried to control their coughing fits, but every breath they took was coated in the deep smoke surrounding them. 

That's when Heather felt it. A slight tingling centering on her chest, growing stronger with each challenged breath she took. 

“Wh...what?” She looked down, trying to observe what was happening, to see if there was something on her, because her chest felt heavier than before for some reason. Her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw the cause. “M...my...WHY ARE MY BOOBS GROWING?” She yelled in a panic, only to take in a deep breath of the smog and start another coughing fit. As she did, her petite breasts began to balloon, slowly gaining mass.

Emily stared as her friend began to develop an apple sized bosom. Her eyes quickly darted to her own, the tingling beginning to take hold of her as well. The pleasure coursing through her chest, then surging all throughout her, but being the strongest in her breasts. “Oh God...I think...i-i-its...happening to me too...unnnhhh...” Emily felt the flesh beneath her torn up, white tank-top, as it pressed lightly against the fabric. Her nipples slowly became erect, and the more visible they became from beneath her shirt, the more red she became.

“What kind of attack IS this?” Heather shouted from beneath her arm, trying to block as much of the smog as possible. All the smog-man did was make a low chuckle. Heather stared at him harshly, but moaned as her breasts made a surge forward, becoming D-cups, about the size of grapefruits. Emily's had slowly but surely became B-cups, barely the size of her own fists. Her shirt began to stretch, the tight shirt becoming more taut as it made room for her developing chest. Heather's shirt began to reveal a bit more, the tears being in very inconvenient places, allowing her breast flesh to slightly bulge from their spaces. She went red.

“Fuck this! Some stupid bug in the game or something. Log off, Emily. I'll fix this later.” She began the process for doing an emergency sign off, the world quickly fading from view. As she did, she could have sworn she saw a wicked smile form on the creature's blank face...

Heather opened her eyes to see her computer, the screen of the game asking if she wanted to save her progress. As she grabbed the mouse to click on 'no', she noticed something odd. Her arm brushed across her breast a bit...more than she was used to. She looked down.

“AHHHHH!” She let out a loud screech as she stared down at herself. Her button up blouse had a few buttons missing, revealing now a plethora of cleavage. She stared in disbelief for a minute, breathing hard, watching her boobs rise up and down, straining against the final button on her blouse. She poked and prodded them, not believing they were real. But she couldn't deny their softness, the way her finger sunk in slightly when her finger protruded her flesh. She put her hands beneath them and lifted them up, her cleavage spilling up through the opening in her shirt. She released them, noticing that they didn't lie entirely flat against her chest, having a slight firmness to them as they stayed perky despite gravity calling them downwards. She then brought her hands towards the top of her shirt and plunged them into the top of her cleavage. It was at this instant she realized how sensetive they were, sparks of pleasure suddenly shooting through her body. She sighed, then pulled her hands away, her eyes widening in pure disbelief. 

“Wh...how the hell...” She began removing the wires, mostly out of habit, when she began to get a skype call on her computer. Noticing it was Emily, she picked up. “Y...yes?

“WHAT HAPPENED HEATHER?!” Emily shouted through the speakers, causing Heather to jolt backwards, not expecting the sudden blast of sound. “I...I mean, I have...I got...”

“I know, I know...” Heather stared down at her D-cups, not daring to touch them anymore. “I got them too...”

Emily sat in front of her desktop as well, her hands laying under her B-cup bosom. Having come from being almost completely flat, this was a shock to her. She couldn't believe it. She had boobs. She never had boobs. She never wanted boobs. Or did she? She had thought oft of how nice it would be to have some huge knockers, something that would catch the attention of any guy she met. Being a goddess with a huge rack. It was unreal, and she let go of the dream a long time ago. But she threw those dreams away a long time ago when she realized puberty was over for her. But looking at the new bosom she had acquired somehow...she was turned on and terrified at the same time. “H...how...?' She asked, calming, but still on edge.

“No idea...you aren't allowed to change your avatar on the game, like I said, except hair and clothes. But that thing was able to edit us in the game. But...the game couldn't handle it so...it...edited us in real life.”

“How is that even possible?!” Emily's voice rang through the computer, still trying to piece all of this together. 

“Well, the wires are connected to our nervous systems...” Heather began to piece it together the best she could do, still staring blankly at her chest. “...so I guess it sent signals to our brains to make us...develop. Send hormones to our...our...”

“Really?” Emily said, wanting to take off her shirt to see if it really was true. She stared at it for a bit, the once slightly wrinkled red fabric now tightened against her chest. Although her boobs weren't exactly huge, they still looked massive to her. She slowly removed her shirt and saw them lay in front of her, not exactly being pulled down by gravity. “Oh man...” she lightly brushed her fingers against their flesh, and a slight smile cracked across her face. “These are...”

“Get a hold of yourself, Emily!” Heather could detect the pleasure in Emily's voice. “Now, I have no idea how that thing got in my game, but I want it out. We need to get rid of it ASAP. I gotta present this to class, and I can't have a...boob monster in there.”

“Uh...when you think about it, Heather, we're kind of the ones whoa re boob monster-”

'Shut up!” Heather let out a light laugh. “I need your help though. The only way to get rid of viruses is to defeat them. Kind of a...security code created within the game.”

“That's actually pretty cool.” Emily said, her attention only mildly distracted by her breasts attentive shape. “And yeah, I'll help. But...you gotta do something-”

'Oh yeah, I'll deck us out. Get us both a breathing apparatus. Badass weaponry. An easy environment to work in. Don't even worry about it.” Heather smiled devilishly as she began to designing the new environment on the program. “It'll take a while though, so...same time tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, sounds good. I'll leave you to it.” Emily ended the Skype call and turned to go onto her bed. She stared at her breasts lovingly, tracing them up and down with her fingers.

“Maybe...it isn't so bad to be...a bit bigger...” She whispered to herself. It was quite late, and she began to drift off to sleep as she fondled herself playfully.

**THE NEXT DAY**

“Alright, the designs are done. Clothes are durable, breathing masks to filter out the fog stuff, and a big empty room to fight him in. We're set!” Heather finished loading up the game as she talked to Emily through Skype. “Ready?”

“I...I guess so...” Emily said with some hesitation.

“Hey...we'll be fine, ok?” Heather reassured her. Emily smiled, though she knew Heather couldn't see it. She logged on.

They drifted, logging into a dark room, wearing their default leather one-piece jumpsuits. A floor appeared beneath them as they awaited the rest of the level. Neither of them spoke, out of hesitation, nervousness, excitement, anxiety, neither could tell. That's when it appeared. The room still dark and foreboding, they could see the shadow floating ahead of them. Heather clenched her fists, still waiting for the program to finish loading.

“Hey, you freak!” She shouted. “Get the hell out of my game!” The being only chuckled as it slowly turned to face them.

“Your game?” He snapped his fingers and everything seemed to appear at once. The room was small, with windows of thick plexiglass on three sides. Beyond the glass were women; incredibly busty women to be exact. There must have been at least 30 behind the cases, each leaning on their incredibly gargantuan hooters, some as big as bean bag chairs, some car tires, some even as big as hula hoops! Heather and Emily looked on in horror, then looked down at themselves. They were wearing only a long night shirt and, as they pulled the neckline forward, a lacy brassiere that fit rather snugly. That and a pair of panties. That was it.

“THIS was your design?” Emily shouted at Heather.

“N...no! I didn't make any of this...!” The shadow man only laughed harder.

“No...its all mine, ladies...” He smiled. “The name is Eros. This is where I keep my pets.” He glared at them both harshly. “And you're my newest additions.” Heather and Emily went cold in fear. They stared at Eros as he emitted his smog, beginning to fill the room with it.

'Uh...quick! Emily! Log off! I'll figure something out...” They both tried for an emergency log off, but for some reason, it wouldn't allow it. The game only seemed to error a bit, then resumed.

“Heather...why can't I...”

“I can't either Emily...”

“There is no escape, silly fools!” Eros continued to emit his smog. “You are mine! Forever!”

Heather began to feel it. A pleasant sensation was filling her way into her breasts. She wasn't choking on the smog this time. It seemed different. Not as thick, but seemingly more dangerous. She clutched her breasts, knowing what was about to happen. She could feel them wriggling slightly, a light tremble causing her to gasp in shock. Emily started to feel the same, but somehow, it was a bit more intense. Her breasts were shaking a bit more violently, and the pleasure was creeping up on her quick.

“Ohh...H...heather...what do we do now...unnnhhh...” Emily tried to speak as she began to pant, her breasts sending pleasure all throughout her body. It was mounting quickly, and Heather's quaking breasts seemed to be picking up in intensity, the motions apparent even through the loose white night shirt. Heather grimaced, then glared at Eros.

“We fight!” She loaded up her arm and began charging. But as soon as she tried to form the blade, a spike of pleasure coursed up through her arm and into her breasts. There was a surge of growth, her breasts going from D to E cups in no time flat. “Wh...what the?” Heather gasped in confusion and shock. Her breasts still shook, quite violently, but she had boosted up a cup size out of nowhere, her breasts firm and as big as softballs. “How did that...”

Emily looked over€ at Heather, then at her own boobs, which hadn't begun their expansion, but were still wiggling under the constraint of her bra. “Whatever you say...” Emily also tried to make a blade with her energy, but only felt the same sensation as Heather had, and her breasts ballooned up to C cups, the size of apples. She gasped, then looked down, her chin thrust downwards. “Wh...why did that happen?” She tried again, feeling a spike of passion and another gain of mass, her breasts now a D cup.”N...nooo...” She moaned in disagreement. She tried one more time, her breasts once again flaring out to E cups, the same as Heather.

“EMILY, STOP!” Heather shouted over at her. “We can't...unnhh...can't use our blade weapons. Whatever this-oh!-this...smog is...it is redirecting the energy into our boo...oohhh...boobs...” She tried to maintain her posture, but it was all too much for her. The constant quivering of her breasts hadn't ceased, but it seemed to stop growing worse. She heard Eros laugh once more.

'My dears...its only getting started.”

Heather and Emily both gasped in shock as they felt their breasts beginning to grow. Not as fast at first, but slowly building up in speed. Emily seemed to go a bit faster than Heather, her breasts and F-cup in little time at all, the night shirt crawling up her legs and revealing the white panties she had been given. 

“Ohhh...noo!” Emily hugged herself tightly in an attempt to stop the growth, but only felt a wave of euphoria strike her as she grasped them. Her bra was about to burst, way too small for her burgeoning  assets. She then heard the clasp creak as it made its final attempts to hold all the flesh in. It failed, allowing her breasts to spring forward, looking even larger now that they could reach out all over, and her arms fell back to her sides. Emily stared at them, wide eyed in disbelief, as they surged to G-cups, the size of her head.

Heather was having no better of a time. Her bra was larger, so it was managing to stay in tact, if only slightly. Her night shirt was getting pulled tight more and more around her breasts, their shape getting more and more defined. She lifted her hands tentatively to them, sliding her palms around them. She couldn't believe how huge they were getting.

Meanwhile, back in the real world, Heather and Emily's breasts were swelling just as huge. Heather's button up blouse struggled to contain anything, the buttons flying in all directions. Emily's breast flesh began to mount the desk, engulfing the keyboard and pushing her away from the computer slightly as her tight shirt began to tear at the seams.

“Dammit!” Heather yelled out, still in the game, as she reached H-cups, as big as bowling balls. “This is just insane! Why the hell...”

“My story is too long and too boring to tell, miss.” Eros spoke low and shallow, cutting Heather off mid sentence. “It doesn't matter much. This is all I have now. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.” He smirked, and Heather only got more angry. And more busty. The night shirt began to tear at the sides, letting her bra make itself noticed, if only just barely, her flesh bulging out around it. 

“Emily! We gotta....do something!” Emily was still staring down at her chest in amazement as they reached J-cups, the growth no longer accelerating, but still settling at a rapid pace. Emily couldn't make a word. She was thinking frantically. 'Oh God...this...this is unreal!' She brought a hand up to one and pressed against it. It felt wonderful, soft and squishy, with a touch of firmness to keep it from sagging. 'This isn't real...this is just a game. When we log out, we'll be fine...yeah, that's right! None of this is actually happening.' She smiled and clenched her bosom, feeling sparks of delight hit her all at once. They were getting as big as  medicine balls.

“Emily?” Heather looked at her quizzically. “Hey! I need you here, ok?” She waved her hand in front of her friend's face, but she didn't respond. “Emily!” Emily began to massage her breasts as the material around it tore, letting the flesh pour out of the holes being created. “We need to work together! Are you even listening...?” She glanced at Emily's arm as she raised it, seeing the green bar light up. “No...” It drained, allowing Emily's breasts to puff up a cup, causing several tears to appear in her shirt. The bar depleted again and again, Emily filling her breasts up with energy like a bike tire was pumped with air. But then Heather felt something too. For some reason, she felt a slight pump whenever Emily filled with energy. It got more and more intense until hers was also gaining cup size after cup size in no time, as well as steadily expanding.

“AHH! Emily, STOP!” Her bra busted in no time, her breasts flopping forward in her shirt, causing a big tear to rip right down the middle, revealing her impressive cleavage. Emily didn't stop, her breasts getting pumped up more every second. Emily's breasts were soon the size of car tires, and Heather began to rival that. Feeling a buildup inside her. For some reason the pumping had stopped, and the quivering returned. It built up slowly, as if the game was...lagging a bit.

“Uh oh...” Heather closed her eyes and gripped her boobs as she felt the greatest sensation of her life course though her. She tried to hold the expansion back, through sheer will power, but it broke through in no time. Her breasts puffed up fast, speeding past several cup sizes and demolishing her shirt, revealing her hula hoop sized melons, completely bare, She fell forward, the weight too much for her, and glanced over at Emily, whose breasts were now rivaling Heather's size, if not larger. 

“THAT'S IT!” Heather stood somehow, and charged towards Eros. Eros laughed a bit, but then his smile faded as the mass of flesh rushed towards him. 

“That's not good...” He whispered to himself. Little did Heather know, Eros was stuck in one spot, with the whole 'not having legs' thing being rather inconvenient. 

“Die you pervert!” Heather brought her breasts upwards above Eros' head, slamming them down upon him with great force.

“NOOOOO!” He could only yell as he disintegrated into nothing, the smoke lifting from the air and the plexiglass shattering to pieces. Heather panted in exhaustion, just laying on her beanbag chair-sized bosom, looking around and seeing the other women, smiles on their worried faces. Emily just layed back, now on her bottom, her shirt also torn to shreds, her breasts slightly larger than Heather's. Heather grimaced. “Now what...?” The ladies in the room disappeared one by one, each logging off now that Eros no longer had control. Heather sighed and decided to do the same.

She awoke to hr face being buried deep in her cleavage. She wriggled around, pushing up from the mass of flesh, no longer covered by any clothing whatsoever. She stared down in horror for a second, taking in their size, so impossibly huge. Then she just shrugged.

'Oh well. At least he's outta there.”

Emily had a similar waking routine, except she lied flat on her back with her massive tits pressed on top of her. She pushed off of her chair, which leaned back on her bed, then sighed, looking down into her endless cleavage.

'Well...hrmm...” She didn't know what to think. Were they too big? Did she go too far? She shrugged as Heather did. “Eh, who cares? They look nice, that's for sure!” She smiled and stood, closing the program on her computer, the title “Justicia” minimizing and disappearing off of her desktop...

**EPILOGUE**

“And that is the boss prize.” Heather held up the token in her hand, showing the glowing piece of glass, then put it in her pocket. The teacher and other students nodded and smiled, looking at the level as it loaded the next. Heather's outfit, supported by a bra that only could exist in cyberspace, was a strong, tight white tank top that left nothing to the imagination. She knew she was getting stares from every boy in class, some even drooling. She sighed. 'Ah well...!' she thought to herself as she looked over at Emily, who talked to ten different guys at once, a similar outfit covering her as it did Heather. She seemed to be enjoying the attention. Heather shook her head. She smiled though as the next level appeared. The factory, now redesigned with a statue in front with two busty models, with one additional one under one of the female's massive cleavage.

Many gawked at the statue, then Heather, then Emily, then back at the statue.

“What?” Heather glanced over at Emily, who was giggling. “Had to commemorate these somehow.” She winked.

THE END