Samantha’s Colossal Bust 07: The Date ***************** If you wish to make comments, suggestions, give feedback, or contact me, I have a DeviantArt account under the name Ryver8. I greatly appreciate it. Thank you very much for reading! ***************** On the campus of Culpopa Community college was a very special lady, and people could always tell where she was. She was in a classroom right now, obvious because of the monstrous breasts that were resting on the lawn, taking up all the available space and then some. This enormous barrier of tit was a great inconvenient to many of the students who wished to take that path, but such mass was hard to argue with. A building across the way was being gently smooshed by the titanic, brassiere’d mass. Classed had been moved out of that building because of the threatening presence of something so huge pressed up against the side. To those that still dared to walk its halls found an eerie sight where all the classrooms were dark, their windows completely blocked up. The entire building creaked and groaned ominously. Any day now, school officials expected Samantha tit to burst through the windows and ruin the building all together, and they hadn’t quite decided what they could do about this yet. There simply was no space else to put her and THOSE! School was increasingly boring for the special brunette sitting in class, with most of her outside of the classroom. In Calculus as she was now, it was easy to not pay attention. All she could do was stare out the window. And for once, her eyes were unfocused and were not staring at the enormous Samantha balloons on the other side. Love was a strange and mysterious force and she was succumbing to its influence in every sense. Combine that with her usual pathological obsession and Samantha was quite distracted indeed these days. Worse still, the two obsessions were not mutually exclusive. Her growth had been astounding in the two weeks since the football game. All the kisses, she had decided. Love was good for the soul and the bustline. She had some news she waiting for the right moment to share with Dan. She would have to tell him she couldn’t climb to the top of her peaks anymore. It was something she had discovered just the other day. Maneuverability was decreasing, even for her, as they continued to get bigger and bigger beyond all reason. They were getting harder and harder to lift. She was starting to have honest to goodness difficulty moving them around! Ever since growing out of control had happened, she had wondered if this day would ever come. But by now she was so large that it hardly mattered. Her life was fairly limited in scope as it was, and now it would be limited in accessible regions as well. There was certain eroticism to that idea that few would understand. If she was a normal girl she would have been incapacitated long before, but still the idea that even she couldn’t move them was…delicious. Her phone buzzed quietly on her desk. She knew it was Juliana because Dan was working at the moment. Juliana was sitting next to her, relaxed in her chair, and like Samantha was staring out the window. Unlike Samantha, she was staring at the breasts like usual. [Juliana: Any idea how big they are now?] [Samantha: I have a worse angle than you do, usually haha you should measure for me] [Juliana: I’d love to!...but what could I use?] [Samantha: Your tongue] Juliana snorted besides her, and played it off as a cough. Samantha hid her covered her mouth to prevent from laughing in the middle of class. [Juliana: I’ll get right on that. I’m glad I’m not a guy, I would have trouble sitting right now!] [Samantha: You are sexually attracted to derivatives? You have issues ok] [Juliana: You’re one to talk you boob freak tit monster] [Samantha: Stop with the compliments. you’re making me blush. or worse you’ll make me grow haha] [Juliana: Giant breast fiend! Just think about destroying that building across the way! And you’ll be bigger. If you grew a lot you could crush the whole thing like the barn.] The whole classroom shook and groaned. Everyone paused, and the two girls in the back froze until the shuddering stopped. Samantha hid her face in her arms. [Juliana: hahaha :D] [Samantha: its still standing thank goodness. They would be so mad at me! You crazy dope] [Samantha: I’m getting too big for this campus =) ] [Juliana: You HAVE to get measured. I need to know! Then we will know how much bigger you need to get before you’re as big as the campus.] [Samantha: We need to stop talking before we have an accident on our hands] It was an interesting relationship between the two, and not fully understood by either one. ----------------------- Samantha was lounging in her usual location when Juliana appeared around the swell of her breasts. She held up a small package. “We are going to do this, honest to goodness.” She said, holding out a spool of kite string. “Do what?” “Measure your beautiful breasts. Honestly I’m not sure why you aren’t more concerned about the numbers.” “I used to be, when every inch mattered. Now it’s just…whatever it is, it isn’t big enough.” But Samantha sat up a little straighter. She was definitely curious. “It’s not going to be exact but I’ll do my best.” “Why don’t you take the cleavage route? Then you can make it a straight line.” Juliana’s eyes shined. “Okay here hold the spool and I’ll walk around.” And she was off walking to the off into the distance. There were easier ways, but Samantha let it go, and shifted the monumental mass until she had a direct line of sight off into the distance, her breasts some 10 feet apart fully down the channel of cavernous cleavage. It wasn’t a huge length of time before a miniscule figure was approaching down the corridor of breast. She was running her hands along the walls! The tickling sensation was making Sam giggle. “Enjoying the walk?” Samantha called “These weird spongy rock formations are causing you to echo!” came the return shout. Samantha broke down in laughter. Once Juliana reached her, she handed over the spool, but held onto one end of the string that had been unwrapped. The other girl walked back the way she had come, dragging the thread behind her. Eventually Juliana came back and held up a carefully wound mess that had been cut from the spool. “This is how far forward they come. I’ll take it to the football field and measure.” “What’s that? That’s how much string was left on the spool?!” “Well yeah, this thing was about 300 feet.” Samantha made a face. “It’s mocking me.” “I should introduce you to the 500 foot one I didn’t buy.” “Now I feel small.” “Oh hun. Let’s find out how much of the football field you would cover, maybe that will cheer you up.” ----------------------- Juliana stepped out onto the football field. Nobody was practicing today, and the entire stadium was empty. She walked carefully up to the endzone closest to her, laid the string down carefully. Slowly she unwound length after length of the string, walking backwards across the field, over the 10 yard line…over the 40 yard line…across the 50 yard line where the numbers started going back down again. Across the 40 and…to the 35. She stared at the empty stadium and imagined Samantha filling up the 65 yards of space, around 195 feet of forward projection. What a lucky girl. She trekked up the bleachers and snapped the photo of the field, with the thin white string barely visible dragged across the field, and sent it to Samantha. [Juliana: [picture] you’re worth a heck of a play] [Samantha: I do feel better :D…about being so small] ----------------------- Dan was in a pickle. He had finally gotten the girl of his dreams and wanted to celebrate with her in a suitable fashion. There were two gigantic, enormous problems with most of the venues he could think of. It was a good problem to have, all things considered. He was such a fan of those two gigantic enormous problems, and especially the girl that came with them. He parked next to those problems, lazily smothering the lawn of Samantha’s dorm. He grabbed the treats sitting on the seat next to him and trekked to her front door. It was two weeks after the football game at which Dan and Samantha had become a couple. Dan had seen her every day since then; even so, the magnitude of her growth was not lost on him. Not an ounce. Rather tons, probably, he thought. He walked up to the pale dirigible and stared upwards. The tops were not visible over the curvature of the monstrous mass of Samantha. He reached out and lightly traced the gentle veins he could see beneath the beautiful skin, announcing his presence to his girlfriend some many yards away. In both directions. Turn left for Samantha, turn right for Samantha’s nipples. He was tempted to go right and inspect, but it was a long walk and he was thirsty. It wasn’t like he could reach them anyway. He would only be able to stand there and marvel. He turned left and walked. High above his head, he walked parallel to the vast bra strap that extended from Samantha’s back to the far end of her breast. The strap was about 20 feet wide where he was, but it would narrow back down after it reached the feed canisters near Samantha. She had broken her bra again about two weeks ago and this was the replacement. The bra cups had required helicopters to be brought over. The event had made the news, and scared quite a bit of Monville on the day it happened. Each cup could encase a school building at this point, and the shadow passing over the suburbs had made a lot of people feel very small. Their entire lives could fit within a single bra cup, and the lives of their extended family as well. Samantha was just that big. Dan reached the end of the bra strap, and Samantha was there, insignificant against herself, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. She was reading a book and looking very Hollywood with her big sunglasses and short shorts. The bra straps that actually wrapper around her back were only about 2 feet wide. Her extremely thick bra bands seemed to be holding HER up, instead of the other way around. She had the relaxed air of someone sitting in a hot tub, feet outstretched and book firmly propped up. She looked up at him as he walked around her and she flashed him a winning smile. As soon as he was near her, he began “Hey I brought you some-“ She grabbed his chin and pulled his lips down to hers. She liked cutting him off, apparently. She had tried to do it every day for the past two weeks, and he was resigned to it. He had carefully held the box of cupcakes to the side so that their bodies didn’t crush them. The bra straps groaned between their bodies as the canisters a few feet away were forced to unwind inch after inch of strap to accommodate the kiss growth. Finally she pulled away and glanced down at the box in his hand. Her eyebrows rose over her sunglasses. “Cupcakes? Are you trying to make me fat?” “Just in the right places.” Dan said, handing her one. She shoved the cupcake in her mouth at once. Evidently she agreed with that sentiment wholeheartedly. “I’m glad I got my kiss already.” She covered her mouth with a dainty hand and giggled. Dan flopped into the chair she had readied for him, and accepted the iced tea she proffered. Life was really great, actually. He grabbed the basket of racquetballs and started to play Boob Ball on his girlfriend’s tits before him. They had acquired quite a few balls after finding that they ended up all over the place. It was easier to have a lot, and then fetch them all at once after you had lost them. Samantha watched him as she inhaled her third cupcake. It probably wasn’t even possible for her to get fat, Dan thought. She had always enjoyed food, and wasn’t exactly an exerciser (more like plain old lazy), and yet her waist was as thin as always. It was obvious where it was all going! “So uh listen, Sam.” She turned to him. “As you know, tomorrow starts your fall break. I was thinking about doing something a little special. How about spending the weekend at the Cape?” “That sounds great! Like a vacation or…a date?” There was an underlying question there that Dan was all too uncomfortably aware of. “A date.” He said firmly. She smiled a great big, heart-melting smile. “Juliana measured me today.” “She…she did?” unspeakable thoughts raced through Dan’s fantasies. “How big are these puppies?” “195 feet forward projection. Not big enough, right?” She demanded. “Of course not?” “Of course not. That’s only 65% of a football field after all. Not good enough, boobs. Not good enough!” ******************************************************************** The Next Day Dan was sitting in the conference room. The team he was a part of had just made a presentation to his bosses at local headquarters on their research. It was a tall building on the skyline, and the room they were in was quite high up. He could see the ocean from there, and the CCC campus. Of course, also the two breasts of impossible magnitude. His wandering eyes and mind were fixed firmly on his girlfriend. He had known her quite a while now, well enough to be very comfortable around her. But the next step was always…interesting. One way or another, this weekend was going to big. He could hardly wait. When he got home he had some special cooking to take care of. Everything had to be perfect. He had laid out two coolers and done all his grocery shopping the day before. He was determined to make tonight a very, very fond memory for the two of them. ----------------------- Samantha sat in her lawn chair, waiting (im)patiently for her shining knight. Her thoughts were racing faster through her head than she could handle, and the reading of her book refused to be done. She was at total peace right that second. Love of Dan, love of growing. She made a dedication to herself that these were the only two things in life that she really needed. With those two conditions met…she couldn’t care less about anything else in the entire world. She understood that it was psychotic, but it was her body. A girl should be able to grow until she is satisfied. Another exciting trip was just on the horizon. Just as always, she intended to have quite a bit of fun and add as many feet to her bustline as she could manage in the meantime. All of these adventures she had been having with Dan recently had been amazing. She knew it was limiting for him, not being able to do all of the normal couple activities due to the rather extreme size of her breasts. But she was perfectly happy as things were, and they were looking quite interesting at the moment. Love and sex. She wondered what THAT would do for her massive mountains. She was eager to find out! There was nothing to lose at this point, anyway. Even if it did nothing, it was still sex, right? She wanted to know what that experience was like too. She had wanted to jump Dan’s bones for weeks. She was prescribed some birth control pills a few weeks ago and had been taking them regularly just in case the moment had happened. This trip started as they had always done. A honk of a truck from behind her mountain range bosom. ************************************* There was a peculiar little beach sitting some short distance from the Culpopa Community College campus. An ungroomed and forgotten little scene that rarely saw traffic. Nature had reclaimed this spot over the flow of time, and the beach was relatively coarse and unrefined, but had an untamed charm. The shore was small and not very wide, not ideally suited for much faire and located at a dead end on a road of no consequence. The other beach of Monville had been much better suited to tourism and beach going, and this forgotten little area was left isolated. Its singular attraction had given up its life decades before. Looming over this Cape Whitworth was a once glorious carnival, now decrepit and forgotten, the stuff of fond memories and the birthplace of magic. Summer weekends had welcomed the crowds of the city to forget their problems. In its heyday, the roller coaster brought much joy to the adventurous kids, the games traded joy for a coin, and various entertainers had stalked the crowds, dazzling passerby with illusions and performances of skill. The Ferris wheel gave its patrons a spectacular view of the sunset night after night. The sounds of laughter and music and the smells of food, funnel cakes, and popcorn were enough to lure guests in by themselves, to walk around. After dark, ships sailing by the coasts could use it as a waypoint, such were the lights flickering in the night sky and illuminating the beaches. The age of electronics had killed Carnaval Par la Mer. Home entertainment had left the aisles once littered with dropped candy and popcorn as a desolate and unwelcoming path of asphalt. The animal cages were empty, and the booths boarded up and rotting away. The roller coaster, which had been fairly sizable when it was built and rigorously maintained, was now derelict after lack of treatment in the southern sea air. The Ferris wheel was a testament to durability, standing proud and lonely against the sky some hundreds of feet tall. The open air theater had collected trash blown into its pit and stands. The entrance to Carnaval Par la Mer was on the beach side, on what used to be a lovely beach walking lane. The gate had been padlocked long ago. There was a sign outside, wooden and hand painted. Once of a welcoming clown inviting visitors into his realm, the pain was pealing and a large “NO TRESPASSING” had been spray painted across anything that was once readable. Many photographers had captured its provoking imagery with their lenses. The Cape Whitworth sandy beach was still public access, only most people couldn’t understand why you would ever want to visit there. Only the locals in the closest regions to the beach would venture there in the summer and certainly not in the dead of fall where it was bound to be a bit chilly. The imposing site of the abandoned carnival had inspired legends of a ghoul that parents used to amuse their children at night. The specter of the old ring master of Carnaval Par la Mer, still beckoning saps to join his carnival, a carnival of the dead. Dan knew they weren’t going to be disturbed here, not by a long shot. Night was going to fall early as the seasons progressed to winter, and a healthy breeze was going to give as much credit to the tales of the ghost as it could, whistling through the rusting encampment. Dan wasn’t a fool, and he knew it was not exactly most mademoiselle’s ideal date spot. However it had convenience and seclusion going for it. And if he knew Samantha, she was going to love it. He had driven ahead of her and had reached the area. He was hoping it was going to be perfect. He parked his truck on the directly upon the sandy beach and popped the trunk. Out came several coolers, and foldable equipment. He set up the table, the two chairs, and gently laid out two candles in the center, and a vase with three flowers. He set the table with two plates and appropriate cutlery, and surveyed the scene. It was relatively late in the evening, and the sun was starting to sink on the horizon. The glowing sky gave the sea a Midas touch that he had been aiming for. He moved the truck out of the way and waited. Soon enough, the water in the vase jiggled, and he remembered the scene in Jurassic Park. The crunching of trees grew louder, and his girlfriend poked out from the gap in the trees path. She had been walking backwards and looking over her shoulders so that she could see where she was going. That path was about to be blasted apart, Dan observed. Samantha had clearly never come this way before! The ridiculously massive breasts followed her, blasting the trees from their roots and finally “squeezing”/obliterating their way through. Their incomprehensible mass was truly mind boggling. Each breast was nearly as tall as the Ferris wheel in the distance. Samantha was a speck against them, and was an inconsequential part of their overall mass. Dan was faced with a logistics problem. He had set the table up parallel to the beach and the boardwalk of Carnaval Par la Mer so that they could both watch the sunset, but Samantha’s gargantuan bust simply wasn’t going to fit lengthwise on this dinky beach! She was going to have to have her back to the waves, and missiles pointing inland towards the carnival if she was going to fit. Even then it would be a very close thing, with their excessive, hundreds of feet protrusion. Dan quickly rearranged his table to be perpendicular to the surf, and waited for her arrival. Within moments she was standing next to him, hugging him tightly. She smelled like flowers and strawberries. “It’s beautiful!” She whispered, and planted a kiss on his cheek. Then she gave him a hearty shove into her right breast. “You can sit on the far side of the table, I was thinking.” Dan said, grabbing as much tit was his arms could hold, which is far less than he wished he could. “Okay, but you might want to step back. She’s pretty heavy.” Dan gave Samantha a hand and helped her climb over top of the table and she gently took her seat. Dan was now standing firmly between the two ship-sized breasts, the best Grand Canyon on Earth. He was totally eclipsed, staring up into their skyscraping bulk that towered above him. There was about 5 feet between breasts, and he could reach both walls easily. He turned around and saw an amazing cleavage tunnel that extended far into the distance, flesh as far as the eye could see. It would have been easy to feel quite claustrophobic, nestled between these two behemoths of Samantha, if it wasn’t so erotic. He did feel like an ant though. An ant on a normal girl’s bosom would have had this view. Even then, that girl would have to be well above average! He turned back to Samantha who was sitting there serenely, haloed by the shimmering sea behind her. “Your breasts are going to block out the sunset set, though.” Dan said. This was the east coast, so the sun set on the land side and not on the ocean. She grinned expansively. “You’re so cute. This is a great view anyway, you nestled between my boobs. The beach is really nice too!” She giggled. “You’re trapped, you know. You can’t get out now if I don’t let you. I’ve half a mind to let you wander about in there forever, causing all sorts of…mischief.” It was true. The cleavage narrowed as it got closer to her, and her breasts were snuggly enveloping the table on either side, smushing over the smooth surface. He would have to climb atop the table, and climb over Samantha and her bra straps to leave her cleavage. The other option would turn the other way and start hiking. He wasn’t even sure if there was an opening back there though. It was hard to tell, so far away! “I would get lost and be wandering in there forever. You’d never see me again.” She gave an exaggerated pretend sigh. “There is that.” Dan bent down and unpacked the coolers by his feet, which had been mercifully spared by Samantha’s movements. Inside one cooler was plenty of ice, with chilled drinks, and a shrimp and cocktail sauce appetizer. He quickly set it up and they enjoyed one another’s company with the setting sun. Finally the sun was getting low and he pulled out a lighter and lit the two candles on the table. He reached into the second cooler. This one didn’t have any ice at all, but instead was filled with long lasting heat packs, and several containers that held water that was boiling when he had filled them. Steam rose from the “cooler” as he pulled up one of the thermos bags and pulled out a homemade steak dinner for the two of them. Samantha’s eyes danced. “This is amazing, Dan!!” She waited patiently for him to set it up and gesture for her to start. “And so delicious, too. Thank you so much! You’re the best. You really are.” He was quite satisfied. “Out of curiosity…uh…what are you going to do with all that ice?” She asked innocently. Dan laughed. “Promise not to crush me?” “Of course not! But I’ll try.” After removing the remaining items, he dumped the coolers at the base of each breast. Dan watched mournfully as the familiar earth shaking rattled the table, and more and more of his arm space was consumed by the overflowing flesh of each brobdingnagian breast on both sides. He was really running out of room on either side of his plate to put his hands! The table groaned and sounded pitiful as the growth exacted its toll upon its structure. “I’m running out of room! Hey! Hey! Stop growing already!” “No thanks. That’s sacrilegious for any boyfriend of mine! Anyway, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She blew a kiss at him from across the table. She eventually did stop, but most of the table space was now under her girthy bosom. Samantha was laughing at his predicament as Dan struggled to pull his fork out from underneath her bosom fold. “I used to have that problem at school! When I outgrew my desk.” She said fondly. “And then the people next to me started to have that problem too.” Her eyes twinkled. Then she pouted. “I was taken out of school before I got to break those damn desks. I was always waiting for that to happen, but they are sturdier than you think, stupid things!” “Wasn’t that a lot of growth for just some ice?” “It’s because I’m really happy, though.” She said sincerely. Then she gave a pointed glance to the candles. “We need those to see!” She winked. “Later, then.” Dinner was lots of fun. His right hand kept brushing her bosom on its way to his plate, and they both got a kick out of that. After that delightful experience, the chilled cake he pulled out afterwards was very decadent and tasty. All the hard work he had been put into this meal had been worth it, and Samantha was extremely cheerful. Her happiness made him happy. He climbed over the table to sit with her. It was awkward with her being unable to move her breasts, but eventually they settling into a unique sitting arrangement. He stole her chair, and she sat sideways on his lap, still more facing Dan than the ocean, and draped across his chest. Her breasts extended behind him, around him, all over, as he was still effectively between her mammoth breasts stretched across the sand. It had taken some manipulating of Samantha flesh, but her head was nestled against his shoulder and they watched the waves as the sunlight faded into night. It should have been chillier, but being so close to Samantha’s colossal udders was very warm! They were still part of her body and exuded heat. It was quite comfortable, and neither party wanted to move at all. “I could sit here all night.” Dan whispered to her hair. “So could I.” Samantha responded, dreamily. “But we are not going to.” “We aren’t?” Her fingers were doing something to his shirt. Samantha slid up his chest until she was looking him straight in the eye, their noses scarcely an inch from one another. There was a glint in her eyes, by the candles on the table behind him. She shook her head slowly. In a slow movement she turns in full towards him, sliding her leg back across his lap, straddling him. Without breaking eye contact, she had undone the last button of his shirt and had pulled it apart. Flowers and strawberries were tickling his nose. Her hazel eyes were wide, staring into his. Her hair was gently flowing in the breeze in slow motion. It’s not slow motion, Dan realized. The adrenaline. Idiot! Stop thinking! That was good advice. Samantha was warm against his now laid bare torso. Her gaze was mesmerizing, but he could feel her fingers gently tracing his chest, tapping out rhythms against his skin. She was so beautiful. He couldn’t resist any longer, not that any part of him was trying. He gently took her shoulders and pulled her into his embrace, their lips locking in fervor. The trick was to do the rest without breaking that contact! Her delicate hands were drifting south against his body, inching towards his beltline. Not to be out done, his hands worked their ways down her smooth back, lingering on the monstrous bra strap there. After a moment’s pause, his hands continued their journey downward. He was going to let the bra take care of itself, soon enough. Samantha shuddered against him in agreement, warm and soft in his arms. Of course she had known what he was thinking! His hands reached her rear and he grabbed handfuls, pulling her in tightly, so that her hot body was flush against his. She continued to gyrate against him, in the passion of their continuous kissing. Dimly, he was aware of the earth shaking, it wasn’t just him. The vibrating of the ground, the rumbling of the thunder behind him, but it was secondary to the amazing woman on his lap. The distinct sound of the new bra canisters was whirring behind his head somewhere, clearly being overtaxed by something. Her hands slipped the button from his pants, and slid down into his nether region. She wasn’t going to be disappointed by his response down there. She took hold and gently massaged him beneath his clothes. They were going to have to stand up eventually but neither wanted to move. After groping one another, Dan made a judgment call and firmly lifted her shoulders from his. She wasn’t making this easy as she struggled to keep kissing him, but it had to be done. Finally their lips broke contact, and Samantha stood up. With a quick movement she hauled him up on the table just behind them, knocking the chair uselessly off to the side, and scattering the remaining things on the surface. Dan was surprised by the suddenness and force of that throw. He had barely enough time to left himself up on his elbows in time to see her rip his pants from his legs in one motion, to flip them over her shoulder into the breeze. Her eyes had the same unfathomable carnal desire that he had seen when she grew by fire for the first time. A hunger across her beautiful features. He didn’t know where her pants had gone but she was standing there in dark red panties and her bra. It was like a vision from a dream as she swiftly met crawled up the table to meet his lips one more. He was being squeezed by her absolutely enormous breasts on either side of his body as he rested on this table. They were applying a gentle but forceful pressure against his body as he fought for room on the flat surface against her growth. Suddenly the table gave way and collapsed to the floor. She grabbed the table and dragged it backwards a little ways, and sat down on his torso again. His muddled mind couldn’t understand that action, but he would later realize that probably saved his life from her growth. She was kneeling over him and gently tracing his chest again, as he was squeezing handfuls of her ass. She broke lip contact and nuzzled at his ear. She whispered “I wanted to wear something memorable, but please tear them off.” Then she occupied his lips once more. That was an invitation he could not refuse. He felt for the edge of the panties, and slowly slid them down her smooth and powerful thighs. She reached down and didn’t bother, tearing his boxers in two. His member rose to position. Dan’s hands were no longer needed anywhere else. The both gravitated to the massive behemoth monsters shuddering besides him. He grabbed as many handfuls of breast as he could, and there were still lots and lots more. It was smooth and soft and beautiful, something he had felt countless times before, but never like this. This was for real, somehow. Something far off in the background got crushed. It made an awful shattering sound and Samantha moaned something incomprehensible, but the wind snatched it away. The bra canisters were done for, too. Their moaned piteously, cranking out their last words and exploded, sending fabric flying. They had removed her bra without touching it. They were finally both fully exposed. She gently raised herself from his torso, and guided it in. The waves pounded against the beach in rhythm. Swell. Crash. Swell. Crash. The wind howled across the surf and the waves continued forcefully, beating against the sand in anger. ----------------------- The rumblings grew fiercer and more chaotic. There was once a beach at Cape Whitworth, but it was no longer visible. There was where the sea of water ended, and the sea of Samantha began. The latter was gaining more territory by the second. The vast bra was doing its best to keep up with its charges, but it was struggling with this herculean task. The groan of metal rent the air through the howling wind, and with the crack of lightning the bra was killed. And quickly overrun by surging breast growth. Enormous sand banks were being piled on each side of their girth as the massive boobs drove it outwards, pooling the sand together. Samantha’s breast was so tremendous it was now overflowing the boardwalk path. Samantha could feel, among other things, the entire beach blanketed by her enormous tits. Something was applying a gentle pressure against her off in the distance. STRETCH. STRETCH. Old time streetlights bent and yielded as they were knocked clear of the concrete. Hurricane Samantha had hit the boardwalk path, and her growth crunched right through the clown sign and bowled over the fence. For the first time in forever, the gate to Carnaval Par la Mer was open. Limited time only. The main drag of the Carnaval was the first thing you saw when you entered and the last thing when you left. This housed all the games and booths that people spent their money on when they walked past. This path of some twelve feet was wouldn’t have been wide enough for a single of Samantha’s nipples, let alone the breast that followed. The nipple in the open air was amazing, the wind and the chilly heights tickling the colossus, driving her crazy. If there had been a shadow to be cast by the enormous breasts, the Carnaval would now be in it. Booths, tables, and everything else was reduced to cinders by the onslaught of expansion. The wood chips jabbed inconsequentially against her skin, then obliterated along with every remnant of any human structure. The carousel was the centerpiece of the land. It cried a few jolly notes before it was never seen again. Samantha and Dan were too far away to hear its swan song. And too preoccupied. Buildings were being smashed in pulses. The monumental mammaries of Samantha knew no mercy. The outer perimeter of her reach finally reached the roller coaster, which was a wooden thing reinforced with steel once upon a time. It never stood a chance. Samantha, in the back of her head, relished this sensation especially. She had never been the right size to ride one. She had either been too short, or too big with no space in between. Now she was WAY too big, bigger than the thing itself, and it felt her wrath. The metal groaned and shrieked through the night sky as the wooden and metal support structures toppled. Wooden 2x4s scattered across the park as they were blasted into the wind from dazzling heights. Like dominos, the structured collapsed from the overwhelming force, folding in on itself and then being smothered by breast. The Ferris wheel, the glory of the Carnaval, was the only notable landmark left in the lot that hadn’t been drowned by Samantha’s growth. It was now measly compared to the mass it had to contend with. Samantha’s skyscraper nipple hooked it near enough to the center, denting its way right through the bars and knocking the whole thing clean off its foundations, sending the whole thing crashing down. It was smaller than her areola now. It joined the rest of the debris, pulverized by Samantha’s astonishing expansion. And still Samantha grew. In one final surge, the road beyond was starting to be swallowed by her immensity. Trees were creaking and succumbing without any resistance. The night fell quiet when the surging expansion did. The lover’s cries were nowhere to be heard any longer. Carnaval Par la Mer had also cried its last. ----------------------- “Did you send him to bed, dear?” “Ho ho ho, I sure did. I told him all those noises are the ghost of the old ring master, trying to lure him to the carnival of the dead. “ “Don’t tell him stories like that before bedtime! He will be up all night!” “Don’t worry, I told him it will only work if he doesn’t go to bed. He’ll be fine.” “But what about us? Just what were those noises?” “No idea.” ----------------------- They panted, Dan laid out on the sand, and Samantha on the table. Dan saw that Samantha was not quite as winded as he was. It was a slight knock to his manhood, but the scientist in him understood that was only to be expected. She leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek and grinned at him. They stared at each for a full few minutes, communicating with just their eyes in the moonlight. The night had settled around them and all that was left was the waves, their breathing, and the wind playing across the sky. It had been amazing for both of them, and that would never need to be said. Yet still, he could tell there was something she wanted him to ask her. “How…how much…how much bigger are you…now?” Dan panted. He could get up and look for himself but that would mean breaking eye contact, or moving away from Samantha. Her grinned widened. “It’s gotta be…at LEAST double. Maybe even triple…or even MORE.” “You’re…you’re kidding! Holy shit, Samantha!” “I might not be able to even MOVE them anymore. And that carnival? That…that doesn’t exist anymore. Neither does my bra. Oops. And uh…your truck. I broke it.” “Huh? I parked that pretty far away!” “Sorry, hun.”She raised her arms to the sky and giggled. “It’s kind of your fault though. You did THAT to me! I couldn’t help it!” She snuggled up closer to him, and they sat in silence again, contemplating just how big she was now. Contemplating the possibilities of their relationship, and where it was going to go from here. “I’m bigger than I ever used to think I would be. Before I met you. You make me a better woman, and boob monster.” She leaned up on her elbows and then leaned over Dan’s face. Their noses were actually touching this time as she stared into his eyes by the moonlight. “But I’m still a growing girl, you know.” The rumbling of expansion shook their bodies together. She pulled back and bore a wicked, mischievous smile.