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Last Night With Lillian
By TrebleClef

We spent last night at a big party in the U-district. Lil gave me a ride back to my apartment in the small morning hours and I passed out fully clothed on my bed, exhausted.
      I awoke feeling woozy the next morning. I was uncomfortable; my bra band was digging into my back somehow.
      When I got up, I found my dress in tatters. The front was ripped open in three places; threads dangled from big gaping holes in the fabric, exposing me above the waist.
      What the hell...What happened?!! It's like I exploded out of my dress! Did I gain that much weight in a single night? How much did I eat...What did I drink??!
      I tried totaling up my food and drink for last night: I had two beers, a cosmopolitan at dinner along with a falafel sandwich and potato wedges, then a Long Island iced tea at a bar after the party. That was it. Did something happen last night? I could not remember anything in particular.
      I padded over to the bathroom in serious dress-straining discomfort, stumbling about the room, almost tripping several times.
      Jesus Christ, what is going on? It's like I just blew up in my dress overnight!
      In the bathroom, I looked myself up and down in the mirror. My hair was a pillow-matted mess of dirty blonde and my makeup was smudged on my face. And, there was something strange going on...
      I have to mention that I've always had big boobs, or so people tell me. I usually fill out a 34J bra. I've been busty since I was a teenager.
      Through the torn openings of my dress, my boobs now visibly spilled out over my bra cups. No wonder I was so uncomfortable...
      I struggled to reach behind me for the zipper of my dress so I could get at my bra strap. It was a tight maneuver; I could feel my boobs pressing hard against the fabric of...
      Rrrrrrrrriiiiip...
      The three gaping tears in my dress all spread and opened into one big tear, exposing me down to the navel. It was a small, momentary relief because I was then able to get my fingers on my zipper and zip it down.
      But my bra had no give; it was stretched tight, causing me more discomfort than my dress had. In fact...the hooks felt a little bent out of shape. 
      Not good. My bra was not likely to unhook. I was stuck. The damn thing strained my back.
      I shrugged my arms out of my ruined dress and removed my bra straps, hoping to slide the whole thing off of me. But as soon as I started to push it down...
      Snap...
      ...it flew! And two huge breasts exploded before my eyes...
      
      Being naturally busty, I was used to my breasts occupying a good deal of space in front of me...but not like this. This was absurd.
      These boobs were honeydew melon in size! They curved out past my ribs and hung just a few inches above my navel, a dark, pink line spreading across them where my bra had dug into the skin. They drooped slightly, fat and full. My nipples, normally pretty small for a busty frame, now looked immodestly bulbous. They protruded eagerly on slightly rounded aureoles, extending the chesty horizon in front of me. And, no wonder I had almost tripped on my way to the bathroom! It wasn't just the tightness of my bra; it was all this unfamiliar extra weight on my chest!
      Within seconds, I was on my phone, calling Lillian.
      "Hello? Kate?"
      "Lil, did I eat or drink something last night?"
      "Huh?"
      "Something changed overnight, and I don't know what could have happened..."
      "What change?"
      "My...my breasts. All of a sudden they're... bigger." 
      How odd to think of these super-melons as my breasts.
      "I swear, I'm telling the truth, Lillian. Did I eat or drink something strange last night? I don't know how this could happen! They're drastically bigger..."
Then I heard another rrrrriiiip...The remains of my dress, which had clung around my hips now fell to the floor. My panties were suddenly feeling strangely tight. I shrieked.
      "Kate?"
      "Y-yes?!"
      "I may know what's going on. Come to my place, I'll talk to you then. Bye!" Just like that, Lil hung up.
      
      I ran back into the bathroom and got on the scale. I was twelve pounds heavier than usual. I couldn't believe it. I didn't look fatter, really...just these enormous breasts...and...
      ...Was the needle on the scale moving, even as I stood there, weighing myself? I bent over to take a closer look. That's when my panties burst off of me. Rrrrriiiip! They split from behind and dove to the floor. 
      I looked sideways in the mirror. Oh my god...
      I was an exaggerated form of my former self. My hips use to be semi-full, almost matching my bust line in circumference. Now, a mountain of curve expanded behind me! My hips were visibly growing fuller; my butt was growing rounder, sticking out scandalously. My breasts became heavier still and, as I took them up in my hands and watched them jiggle with little tremors of growth, they grew roughly to the size of volleyballs. The sudden unfamiliar weight distribution was making me wobbly on my feet. I glanced back at the scale and saw that I had exceeded sixteen pounds of new weight, and counting...
      Oh my god, my boobs and butt are enormous! I've turned into a blow-up doll or something...
      I looked into the mirror. 
      If I liked what I saw, I wouldn't have admitted it to myself then, I was too scared. My curves were visibly filling out, centimeter by centimeter.
      I looked down. It was getting hard to read the scale because, when I leaned over-and I had to lean over pretty far now, to see past the horizon of my rack-the new weight on my chest threatened to pull me off my feet. 
      My nipples got bigger and fatter still. My aureoles, once a couple inches in diameter, widened and filled, resembling small coffee cup lids in size. Even my thighs were filling out, rushing to accommodate a butt that I couldn't presently see very well but which sure felt like a full, comfy couch cushion behind me.
      My hip met the sink on my right side. The cold porcelain gave me a chill. The needle on the scale continued to climb...
      ...Until it stopped, just at twenty-one and a half pounds of extra weight. I had volleyballs for breasts and a butt and hips that made me well over a foot and a half wide. I was curvaceous as hell, supporting great mountains of full, jiggly flesh.
      Ohhh...what's a girl to do?

*	*	*

	Okay, take it easy Kate. What you're going to do now is you're going to take a shower, get ready and go to Liddian's place and figure out this whole situation. That's what you're going to do. There must be an explanation for this.
      My shower is small and narrow and I almost had to squeeze into it. I entered sideways and maneuvered slowly and carefully to get my burgeoned tits and ass inside.
      I tried to stay calm; move slowly so as not to lose my balance; take things one at a time; wash off my makeup, soap up my body, try not to think about what just happened. Just do normal stuff...
      I was okay for a while as I gradually acclimated to the sight of water running down over my cartoonish body.
      Relax Kate. Relax, relax. It's just some extra weight. You're okay...
      Then, my left hip touched the cold wall beside me and I shrieked.
      Had I grown still more since I started washing myself? I seemed to have a couple inches of clearance on either side of the shower. I turned to my side, facing the sliding door, hoping to have more room.
      Stay calm Kate, it was just your imagination...Stay calm, stay calm...
      I soaped up my huge boobs.
      It was so odd to feel all this soft, bare flesh in my hands. I rubbed suds over my nipples and felt a shiver run from the small of my back to the base of my neck. These nipples were so fat and engorged! My skin hadn't stretched at all; it was of the same consistency as ever. My breasts were teardrop and very slightly torpedo-shaped. My frame had formerly kept my J-cups separate but that was no longer the case. At volleyball size, they now met in the middle and obscured my arms behind their curves. 
      God, my boobs are so huge...I swear, they're the size of my head...
      When I got to soaping up the undersides of my breasts, I realized I could no longer lift one of them comfortably with a single hand, it overflowed my palm. Sliding my arms underneath my boobs, I hoisted them up. Then, something came back to me...something from last night. 
      I was with Lillian. We must have been outside at the time. I remember talking. We had stepped out of the party for a short time. The music and chatter from inside erupted through the open windows. At some point, I lifted up my bust in my hands, like I was just doing now, in the shower. I had said something to Lillian that...I don't remember now. And Lil...how did she take it? Not good, I thought, but there was no fight. Lil just walked away in a huff and I tried to follow her...
      ...dammit, what was it that I said to her that made her upset...
      But, I was torn from my thoughts by a cold sensation on my bottom. The tiles of my shower were chilly! I turned again to avoid them and...
      ...bang
      My hips collided with the shower door on one side, and with the wall on the other side before I could complete a ninety-degree turn!
      Oh shit! Am I growing again?!! 
      My hands flew behind me. My bottom was huge! I took two palmfuls of butt cheek and...yes indeed; it was swelling in my soapy fingers, extending toward the wall. I could even feel it in my legs as the increasing mass of a fuller, fleshier rump weighed on them. And now I was too wide in the hips to face forward in my shower! I had to get out of here before something bad happened. But I was covered in soap! I sidestepped into the spray of water and tried rinsing off. This was easier said than done because my maneuverability was hindered thanks to my ballooning bottom. I rinsed the top of my boobs, lifted them up to try and wash off the suds underneath. I quickly rubbed the soap off my shoulders and face but I was now on my tiptoes; that was the only way to get some clearance behind me. My massive butt budded out, moving in on the tiled wall...
       And then, my boobs touched the door, my nipples poking into the translucent plastic. I needed some room in front of me to slide open the shower door, but my bottom just kept pushing me out...
      Balancing on my tiptoes was getting hard. I looked down and realized that my boobs were growing too. Centimeter by centimeter, they widened eagerly against the shower door, a larger and larger area of their fleshy mass pressing into it. I could feel my nipples swelling uncomfortably against the plastic...
	Rinse faster, Kate! Rinse faster and get out of here!!!
      I finished as best as I could even as I was increasingly crammed into my shower. I reached for the door with my right hand. But I needed to take one more step... On tiptoes, I advanced one step to get my fingers around the door handle...
      ...and slipped. 
      Bang. 
      My palms slammed into the sliding door, which rattled in its frame.
      "Oh no!" I moaned to nobody.
      I would probably have fallen over if it had not been for my now humongous boobs which squished up against the shower door and absorbed much of the impact of my almost-fall.
      It was too late to get out of my shower like a normal person. I was sandwiched between my boobs and my butt in my all too tiny shower, which would soon strain to contain my growing voluptuousness. My butt covered so much of the wall behind me that it had to be approaching twin basketballs in size. My boobs rose out like dough against the door, all this wet, squishy flesh widening in front of me... And little me was stuffed in between all of this expanding flesh. I could feel myself blowing up in the shower, testing the strength of the door.
      God, I'm like a big creampuff inside a tiny jar! How am I going to get out of here?! 
      But I didn't really need to ask, because, within seconds, the shower door began to groan with pressure from my stuffed and swelling body. My bottom was drastically pressing me into the door and I started pushing with my hands, just to escape.
      Butt propelling me from behind, boobs and hands pressing out harder and harder, I mercilessly tested my shower door. 
      After forever, which may have lasted only a minute...
      CRACK. 
      The shower door popped out of its frame. And I popped out of my shower!
      The door smashed into the floor and I followed, using my hands to buffer my fall. My boobs jiggled like mad and I could feel my bottom swaying eagerly. Pain shot up my arms and hands as they brought my great, fleshy body down.

      I crawled past the door and rubbed my injured palms and biceps. My arms were very sore, but, other than that, I was surprisingly okay.
      Getting up was a whole new wobbly experience, and the tremendous new weight I felt on me was almost as surprising as the fact that I could actually carry it.
      I looked in the mirror. I was confronted with two monstrous, fleshy mammaries. They were still sort of teardrop shaped, swelling into a foot wide, each. Aureolas had swollen out to saucers and nipples had fattened into super balls. And just above these massive wads of girly flesh was my dumbfounded face, mouth gaping.
      The growth had stopped...for now at least. I examined my lower body. Well, I would certainly no longer fit into an economy class seat! My rump, my hips, my thighs; they had expanded into a huge, buoyant mass, comparable to a loveseat cushion. My thighs were over a foot thick in their widest part. My calves had filled out a bit too, but not by much. Most of the meat on my thighs tapered off at my knees and the rest stopped just short of my ankles.
      Nothing on me was saggy, just huge and...out! I turned in the mirror and my side made an almost perfect, capital 'S' shape. My butt was bigger than a pair of basketballs now. Each cheek swelled out into a massive, almost perfectly rounded dome. It was an embarrassing wealth of womanly flesh; exceeded only by those boobs...those insane, cartoonish juggs! My waist, on the other hand, remained at its normal width, not that much of it was visible behind my boobs. I was roughly my normal size except for carrying twin mountains of flesh below my waist and twin super-melons of flesh above. I didn't think I looked slutty; I looked, well, superhuman. I was a super-size version of the traditional hourglass shape.
      Oh my god...these boobs! All of this round, jiggly flesh!!! I'm...I'm massive...
      ...How the hell am I going to get to Lillian?!

*	*	*

      Here's what I did to cover myself up: I took two bed sheets, one white, one white with black polka dots. I wrapped them around me; the white one around my upper body, covering my boobs, the polka dotted one around my waste so it hung close to my ankles like a long skirt. I used tape to keep the sheets pinned around my girth. I have a roll of those black, plastic garbage bags for my trash bin. I took one, cut armholes and a head hole in it and yanked it and pulled it over my huge rack. The plastic stretched a little but it contained my boobs, and even reined them in a bit so that I didn't stick out as far as my boobs wanted me to. My huge nipples poked scandalously through the bed sheet and plastic; it was just the best I could do. As for my bottom, I cut a big hole in another garbage bag and pulled it on me like a skirt. I had to do some stretching and cutting to get the plastic to fit over my mammoth thighs, butt, and hips. Anyway, with some work, I got the plastic up to my waist and I taped the bag in several places to the one containing my boobs. I also put on my longest pair of socks; they disappeared behind the curtain of my hanging bed sheet. Finally, I put on a down coat with a hood. It looked ridiculous. Thanks to my wildly increased measurements in the hips and bust, the only button of the coat that could reach across me and snap together was the highest one. Why bother? 
      With the hood over my head the coat looked like a cape and cowl with sleeves. I put on a pair of big sunglasses to obscure my face and got into my flats. 
      I can't even say how difficult this all was to do. I was slowed by the extra, unfamiliar weight and hindered thanks to constantly having a giant boob or two to reckon with whenever I bent over. My fleshy bits jiggled and gyrated everywhere, threatening to send me tumbling in one direction, then another. Several times I had to steady my balance with my hands. The ways I ordinarily moved and maneuvered no longer worked right on my expanded form. My hips kept hitting doorways as I shuffled in and out of them. And my kitchen and bathroom...heck, my whole apartment was feeling rather small for big, voluptuous me. 
      When I was all covered up, I looked into the mirror again. I was preposterous. These garbage bags filled out dramatically to contain my monstrous curves. My wrapped-up breasts could've passed for an embarrassing and unwomanly belly, but only from a distance; the fat, bulbous nipples protruding through the plastic were a dead giveaway at close quarters. The other garbage bag was stretched taut around my thighs, it looked sort of like a latex fetish skirt. I wouldn't be caught dead going outside looking so ridiculous...if I only had a choice about it.
      I was terrified that the growth could return and had to keep telling myself to stay calm and focus. 
      Grabbing my keys, I locked my apartment and took to the elevator. I could feel vibrations in my butt with the decent, the fleshy cheeks undulating slightly, mischievously, side-by-side beneath the plastic. 
      The weight of my boobs yanked at their bag, pulling it uncomfortably at my neck. It felt like an eternity before I reached ground level.
      I was lucky: I made it to the parking lot and no one was around to see me. It was a rainy Sunday morning with few people out on the streets. I scurried to my car just as fast as I could without toppling over. Even discounting the extra weight and swishy volume on me, it was hard to move fast because my super fleshy thighs kept rubbing together.
      Taking the driver's seat was a new experience now. When I sat down my fleshy bottom padded me and stuck out on either side. I closed the car door and was pinched unfamiliarly between it and the small glove compartment next to my seat. Not comfortable. Now, I had to figure out how I was going to drive with two basketballs in front of me. I adjusted the seat back until I could just barely get my foot firmly on the gas and break. I had to hunch over to keep my hands on the wheel and to keep my bust from getting in the way. I left the apartment, telling myself to drive slowly and carefully. I feared the possibility of growing again but heaven help me if I got into an accident in this state. That would be so much worse.
      
      My mind finally had a spare minute to think about things other than the labors of getting around with my hugely blown up body. A deeper fear seized me then. If Lil knew something about what happened to me-though I could scarcely imagine what she would know-then she was my only hope. What would it take to get back to normal? This transformation was just...supernatural. Flesh materialized out of nowhere, mounting up on my boobs and butt. There had been no discernible cause. How could it even be? Was it really something I ate last night or something I drank or something I did wrong?
      I went back to last night. Most of it was pretty clear in my head: Lil and I went out dressed up to a party; we had a good time for awhile; we drank a lot, but not dangerously. There was some kind of friction between us, but, by the end of the night, everything was apparently fine. We took a cab back to Lil's condo, spent twenty minutes talking while drinking water and sobering up and then Lil drove me home, end of story. There were only a few moments from last night that were fuzzy and vague in my memory, such as that interim where we went outside for some fresh air. I did remember feeling vaguely guilty and concerned over Lil then but it seemed like she had waved it off like it was no big deal and we went back to having fun.
      I was lucky again when I got to Lil's building: there was available parking and everyone was a good distance away. Maybe people were looking at me but I could ignore them at this distance. It was just imperative to keep my protruding nipples hidden from plain sight. I must have looked like an obese, crazy woman in my garbage bags and my many-sizes-too-small coat.
      Out of the car and into the building...so far, so good, considering. But, I ran into a problem once I was inside the lobby of Lil's building, waiting for the elevator to arrive: I noticed a little sound.
      Shhhhhhhhh...
      My bed sheet! It was pressing into the plastic garbage bag and sliding against it. 
      Oh, no!!
      The creases in my breast-bag were getting thinner. As for the creases in my butt-bag...your guess would have been as good as mine, the lobby had no mirror and all I could see when I looked down was plastic-wrapped boob everywhere; that, and a cheap raincoat.
      It was never comfortable having basketball breasts trapped in a garbage bag but I didn't feel seriously pinched yet, so, there was a good chance I would make it to Lil's condo before my next impending disaster.
      You're almost there Kate! Just breathe...the plastic will hold up!
      The elevator dinged and my blood froze as a middle-aged couple in raincoats appeared. They tried very hard not to look at me as they walked into the lobby...
      Just forget about it, Kate! Move on, move on!
      I got into the elevator, punched the code for Lil's place. She answered. "Kate?"
      "Hurry! Let me up!"
      "Just a second..."
      The breast bag strained. The stretchy black plastic had started to turn gray between my protruding nipples. Inside, my breasts felt stuffy, stagnant and increasingly tight. A drop of sweat fell between my boobs. God, my skin really needed some room to breathe...
      When the elevator opened on Lil's floor, I fast-walked just as quickly as I dared, buckling continuously as my swaying butt threatened to send me toppling over on either side. The plastic audibly stretched as it gave in to my widening curves.
      It was only then, in that terrifying moment that it occurred to me that it was Lil who should have visited me. Why should I have to make this trip when my body was changing like this? That selfish girl! I should've insisted that she come over. I must've been too frightened to even think straight...
      The walk felt like the longest I ever took down Lil's hall. I rounded the corner and knocked on Lil's door. She opened it, wearing purple socks, a black t-shirt and dark green tights. Her long, brown hair was nicely brushed this morning.
      Lil's jaw dropped. She backed off, letting me in. I had to close the door behind me. Lil was too stunned to do it herself.
      "Wow!" she said.
      "I don't know why this is happening but it's happening again!" I said.
      Lil just stood there, mouth agape.
      "Can you help me? Lil?!"
      Now I was really feeling pinched in. The bag was gray all over the front. The bag over my bottom felt taut and filled.
      Rrrrrp...
      That was the sound of tape pulling away from plastic...
      I tore off the sunglasses and coat intending to take Lil by the shoulders and shout her to some kind of response. My heart was racing. I was sweating all over and my boobs were getting very uncomfortable. The breast bag was straining like an overfilled balloon, getting thinner and thinner as the plastic lightened. The horizon of my bust was now too far out for me to peak over it and see my nipples poking through the plastic. They must have been quite a sight, though. The bag was squeezing them in, painfully.
      My hands shook Lillian vigorously. "Hurry! Get a knife or scissors or something and help me out of this!" 
      Lil broke out of her trance and took off to the kitchen.
      Oh god, just break you stupid bag, BREAK...
      My boobs were so hot and tight and stifled! Why wouldn't the plastic just give? I tried gripping the plastic at the cut open collar but I couldn't force it apart.
      Rrrrriiiip...rrrrrriii...Rrrrrp...
      That must have been the rest of the tape, peeling off. 
      Ow. This is so damn tight!!! My boobs must be...
      Thhhhck...
      Finally! An opening in the plastic...
      so...
      Thhhck... Another opening....
      huge...
      Thhhhhck...
      c'mon...
      ckThckThck...
      break...
      And, pow.
      Lil appeared, seconds too late with a pair of scissors in her hand. She arrived just in time though to see the grand finale: my boobs, now a size too great for the eyes to believe, erupting through the broken plastic, through the tape-fastened bed sheet...and into freedom. 
      I fell to my hands and knees. The sheets and tattered bags opened up like stage curtains. My boobs stormed into view and assertively plopped to the floor; jiggles everywhere. Enormous, fat, fleshy, undulating boobs, each two feet in diameter. Skinny Lil could easily have sat on one of these enormous mamms. Her tush would have sank into its softness and squished it down a bit but it would have been big and full enough for her to sit upright. 
      Not letting myself be phased, I yanked at what was left of the breast bag and tore it off me with ease. I let the tatters fall to the floor where the bed sheet lay in a heap.
      I tried to get up and see if I could carry my new boobs but part two of my makeshift-wardrobe disaster interrupted me...
      Thhhhhhhht...
      Just like that, the butt bag split apart. My butt, thighs, hips all sprung out of their confines to join my breasts. All that flesh down there must've been packed pretty tight because I felt a jolt as weight redistributed and fat, curvaceous flesh sprung out into the open.
      I had to have been light-headed because I took a spill on Lil's floor. My colossal boobs swung about as I rolled to my back. They almost knocked the air out of me as they plopped onto my ribcage and settled out, to either side of me, two fleshy mounds pinning my arms to the floor. I felt my nipples sticking out like, stiff, cockeyed flagpoles. 
      A great volume of butt cheek splayed across the floor beneath me. My hips seemed impossibly wide.
      Oh, please kill me now. Can this day get any worse?
      
      I stared up at Lil's ceiling light, dazed, not wanting to look or think about anything else.
I heard snickering. I looked up and saw Lil's head just beyond where my mountainous boobs parted. She was holding a hand up to her mouth, stifling a laugh. I cried.
      "Why are you laughing?!" I lifted myself up on my massive rear. My eyes stung with tears.
	She said, "I-I just didn't expect you be...so big, so fast...oh wow..."
	Expect me to be what?
      Lil stopped laughing and cleared her throat. Her eyes traveled up in her head and she closed them thoughtfully. She opened them again. "It was a potion. I put it into your water last night."
      "What?!"
      Lil grimaced, stared into the floor and wrung her hands. "It was alchemy. I was drunk and angry. And I wanted to get back at you."
      "For what?! What the hell did I do to you?!"
      "You don't remember, Kate?"
      "I couldn't imagine what I could have done to make you do something like this to me!"
      Tears welled up in Lil's eyes too now. "I-I can't believe you don't remember..." she said.
      "So? What did I do? What did I fucking do to deserve this...humiliation?!!"
      Lil did not answer. She retreated, sobbing into the kitchen. 
      My knees buckled as I pushed myself up to my feet and steadied myself with my new-new weight. My boobs virtually swallowed up my torso now. They were bigger, fatter teardrops that swayed almost independently with even small movements. My arms could have hidden behind them easily. I couldn't see my nipples but they were down there somewhere and I could feel the bulbous nubs clenching up in the cool air of Lil's condo. How I could still keep my back upright with these boobs, I couldn't guess. It was not easy.
      And my butt...I hadn't managed to size that up yet but judging by my hips, which spread out to two and a half feet wide, I had to guess that my butt must take up an entire overstuffed chair. I felt it spring into action, swishing eagerly behind me as I took my first experimental step. However weighty, all this new flesh was ridiculously buoyant...
      I shuffled across the living room and into the kitchen. I was easily as wide as Lil's doorway facing forward, so I squeezed in sideways, fitting one boob through, then my butt, and then the other boob.
      Lil was in the kitchen, arms folded, still crying. I shuffled up to her. I wanted to cross my own arms too, in a display of cold fury but I was too self-conscious about how I would look resting my elbows on these mammoth boobs.
      Finally, Lil spoke through her sobs. "I-I was telling you about Tim last night, how he's always looking at your rack and how I wish he would just stop. How I've spent the last year losing all this weight and how insulting it is to have a boyfriend who doesn't appreciate it. And I couldn't believe what you did last night... you held your big, dumb rack in your arms and said 'I just don't know what to do with these, they cause so much trouble!'" Lil sniffled.
      "That's it??!" I said.
      "I wanted to show you some real trouble and see how much you love that big, huge rack now! I wanted you to pay for hurting me!"
      My outrage was beyond words. I couldn't say anything for a long time. Finally: "Lil, you must be the craziest person in the world. You deformed me for making an insensitive comment?! What is WRONG with you?!!"
      Lil had an ugly, pained look on her face, a mixture of guilt and petulant rage. She said, "it-it was an angry decision...I was drunk and not thinking clearly."
      "You're a horrible person. You'd better change me back now so I can leave and never see you again."
      "I can't...it...it will have to go away on its own."
      "When?!"
      "In...in a week."
      "What?!"
      "...or two..."
      "Are you kid-"
      "...or three."
      "I hate you, Lillian. You're the worst friend I've ever had. No, the worst person I've ever met."
      Lil broke into a fit of sobbing. "I'm sorry! These potions I've been making to keep my weight down...they...they really bring out my insecurities...I know it was wrong, I was just so upset..."
      "Because your boyfriend looks at my rack? You punished me?"
      Lil crumpled on the floor in tears. Her hands pressed to her reddened face. "Tim...Tim didn't get off the hook either," she said.
      "Oh really? What'd you do to him, Lil? Cut his dick off?"
      Lil did not answer.
      "I want to change back now, Lil."
      "I can't change you back," Lil said between sniffles "the formula will just have to wear off. I'm sorry, I know what I did was horrible. What you said just...hurt me so much."
      "Where is this potion? The one you used on me."
      "What??"
      "Where is it, Lil? I want it."
      "It's in my room. Why?"
      I made way for the corridor, taking small, experimental steps and twisting sideways to clear the doorframe.
      "Wait!" called Lil, "what are you doing??"
      
      I shuffled through the corridor and into Lil's room. I had not been there in a long time. When I visited her condo in recent months, Lil always kept me in her spacious living room and I had no reason to take her corridor any further than the bathroom, a few steps after the kitchen. The bedroom door at the end of the hall was always closed. It was no wonder why: Lillian's room was a mess. It looked like she had not done laundry in weeks and had been discarding her dirty clothes in any of several piles next to the closet door. The floor was stacked and scattered with old-looking books and notebooks and little post-its. Lil's laptop lay on the unmade bed, a little remote-detected mouse sitting upside down on the floor below. Lillian's desk was the main attraction, though. Besides more paper, it was scattered with vials and petri dishes, a funnel, a calculator, a huge, decaying old book and some beer bottles containing substances that were definitely not beer. And, mounted up on the second hutch, were four, small, transparent water bottles, two of which were clear and bubbly, another, which was filled with a gray-green, murky liquid, and the last, which was filled with what could have been water (but probably wasn't). Some unassailable intuition told me that these bottles were Lil's final products-maybe I'd seen Lil put important things on that hutch before, intending them to be used and reused in the near future. Whatever it was, I wobbled up and snatched one of the clear, bubbly jars, just as Lil came nervously into the room, eyes still red from crying.
      I held it in the air. "Is this it?"
      "Kate-"
      "Is this the stuff you used to change my body?"
      "Kate, please put that down..."
      I set the jar on the desk right in front of me and looked Lil in the eye.
      Lil approached and tried to grab the bottle. I jumped her. 
      I put all my newfound weight into the wrestle and took her to the floor. She struggled underneath me, pounding my shoulder with one free fist. She was skinny and weak. Lil was soon trapped under my massive boobs and her right arm was pinned. I snatched her attacking left arm and held it immobile and slid my thighs up Lil, straddling her. Then, I lifted my huge bottom a few inches in the air and brought it down on Lil's stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
      "Ooof!" she grunted, clenching her teeth.
      While Lil was writhing and gasping in pain, I got one mammoth thigh over Lil's free arm and squeezed it tight. I took the bottle off the desk, screwed it open and forced a hand over Lil's face. I tried pouring the stuff into her mouth but she resisted.
      "Don't...don't!" she gasped.
      I didn't care; I was too upset to care. I took the little funnel from the desk and straddled Lil harder. Holding Lil's head down with my forearm, I poked the funnel through her clenched lips and sent the clear liquid pouring down it. 
      "There. See how you like it, bitch!"
      I didn't know whether it was the same potion Lil had used on me. Whatever it was, Lil didn't want to drink it, and that was enough
      Lil started choking on the liquid and I felt a little bad. I didn't want to kill her. I removed the funnel. Only a little of the bottle had emptied into her mouth. Would it do anything to her?
      My heart was thudding and I had to catch my breath. I backed off Lil, sliding my enormous boobs across her carpet, sighed, and rested my arms and face on them as if resting on a desktop.
      Lil coughed and hacked, the liquid dribbling out of her mouth. It was a painful sight.
      "Shit..." Lil wheezed, "I swallowed some of it!"
      "What does it do?" I said.
      Lil turned over on her stomach and crawled, panting, over to the desk. She took the bottle from the desk and examined it.
      "Oh my god ..."
      "Lil, what's going to happen?" Little sooner did I say that when I noticed Lil's hand...it was looking strangely small compared to the water bottle. The collar of Lil's black t-shirt, too, was looking big for Lil's skinny little neck. As Lil hastily returned the bottle to the surface of the desk while she could still reach it, I watched Lil's collar hang lower and lower until it fell past one shoulder. Lil got down on all fours again; she had the strangest look on her face. Her clothes got baggier and baggier. "Well done, Kate," she scowled as her sleeves fell over her skinny arms.
      I watched Lil as she went down and down and down until she was just a little tuft of hair peaking out of a pile of clothes. She crawled out of them. I would have felt guilty for forcing Lil's own potion on her if I had not been so stunned to see my friend reduced to little over a foot tall-maybe 14 inches. 
      Tiny Lil clenched her little fists, gave me a mean, petulant look and stomped her foot in frustration. Then, she curled up into a ball, wrapping her arms around her legs. She burst into tears and wailed in a high-pitched voice that I'd never heard before.
      "I'm sorry, Kate," she squeaked, "I'm such a horrible person. I totally deserved that. I never should have done such an awful thing to you. Please don't hate me, please! Please don't stop being my friend!"
      Little Lil was a little wreck. She was bawling like a baby and I couldn't get her to stop crying. I even hauled myself over to her and gently patted her little doll head. She cried and cried and cried. "There there, it's alright...it's gonna be okay..."
      "Th-the shrinking potion makes me feel really helpless and vulnerable" she sobbed.
      "How long 'til it wears off?"
      "It-it doesn't. You have to c-counteract it with another potion.
      "Which one?"
      "The other one that looks just like it. Oh god, Tim, can you hear me??"
      What? Tim? Who was Lil talking to??
        "Hello?"
      Was that a voice? Very small, muffled, almost inaudible..."Hello?" I said, looking around.
        "Here!"
      Mini Lil was pointing behind me and I looked over my shoulder. There was a shoebox on her bedside table. The lid was punched with air holes...
      I stood, pausing a moment for my chest muscles to adjust again to the weight of my gargantuan boobs, and made for the box. 
      Inside was a tiny little guy with brown hair, no more than two inches tall. He looked up and blinked in the light of the room. The shoebox was lined with tissue paper and furnished by a little doll's bed with a piece of sponge for a cushion, a little Playmobile(tm)-style trough with water, tiny plates with crumbs of food on them and a pen case with pencil shavings in it.
      "Tim?!"
      "Kate?!" he squeaked. His voice was so tiny!
      I turned back and studied Lil, who was sobbing in little fetal ball. "Did...did Lil do this to punish you?" I said.
      Tiny Tim said nothing. He just frowned.
      "Let me guess...did it have something to do with me?"
      He began to sniffle. "I-I didn't mean to hurt her! She called me this morning and asked me to come over and...and... I feel so bad. I didn't want to make her jealous!"
      "Tim!" Lil called across the room, "I'm sorry I shrunk you and put you in a box! I was so angry and I-I just hate myself!!!"
      And they were both sobbing. Here I was, with boobs each a foot and a half in diameter and an ass that could barely fit through a doorway dealing with two children's toy-sized people with the emotional maturity of three-year-olds. What's a girl to do?
      
      I set Tim's box carefully down on the floor. Lil came running up to it, reached down and picked up her miniaturized boyfriend. At two inches for Lil's fourteen, Tim was the size of an infant to her. She coddled him like one too, holding him mournfully to her breast and stroking his back.
      "I guess this potion must really screw with your mind," I said, thinking Lil and Tim were ignoring me.
      "They-they make you feel just as emotionally small as you are physically small," said Lil, sniffling. "Oh, please, Kate, let us have the reverse solution! I promise I'll never be mean to you like that again..."
      "The what?" I said. 
      "The other potion, the one that will make us grow back to normal."
      I thought about it. Even if it was possible for me to forgive Lil, just giving her the cure did not seem fair: I was stuck with curves so voluptuous I could barely stand. And I would be stuck like this for another two, maybe three weeks. Why should they-Lil in particular-just go back to normal? But watching them, so tiny and pathetic, just made me sad...
      I decided I should at least help Tim. Tim was worst off. He was crying so hard he couldn't even talk and I had to think that it was dangerous being two inches tall. I, for one, could step on him if I was not careful...
      I snatched the little toy trough out of the shoebox. It was half full of water. I climbed to my wobbly legs again, grabbed the second bubbly potion and filled the rest of the trough with the murky liquid. "This is for Tim," I said to Lil. "I'll deal with you next." Lil obediently set Tim down on the carpet. I set the trough before him "Drink up." 
      Tim crawled over to the trough, stuck his little hands in the clear liquid and brought it to his mouth. He gradually began to grow but it was a slower process than the time it took Lil to shrink-I suppose because Tim's little body could not quickly take in the same amount of liquid necessary to grow as it took Lil to shrink.
	Trying not to be distracted by the strange sight of a young, naked man gradually getting bigger and taller on the carpet, I turned my attention to Lil.
	"Will I get any bigger?" I said.
	Little Lil stuck out her lower lip in a childish pouty face.
	I groaned. "Okay, how much bigger?"
	"Well...your...bottom probably doesn't have any more room to grow much more, so...all the growth will go to your breasts now."
	"Only my breasts?"
	"Yes. And...they're grow more."
	"How much bigger will I get?"
	"Well..." Lil hesitated. She seemed like a child reluctantly recounting her naughty deeds to a stern parent. "I made sure to not give you so much that you would outgrow the bedroom..."
	"Outgrow the bedroom?! Lil, what's wrong with you??"
	"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-"
	She was starting to cry again, I couldn't take more of that. "Okay, okay, calm down, Lil. But, what am I supposed to do, I can barely carry all this weight on my chest as it is!"
	"Well..."
	"Yes?"
	"The growing solution could help with that..."
	"What? Lil, I'm big enough as it is!!"
	"If you just drink a little...like, a few gulps...well, you'll grow a few feet but you'll also become much stronger. I mean, disproportionately strong, compared to your size."
	"I don't understand what you're staying..."
	"You'll be able to haul around all that...extra body mass. Even if your boobs get really, really big, it should help."
	I looked over. Tim was up to two feet tall. He was down on his hands and knees. He looked up.
      "More please!" he said, in a somewhat less squeaky voice. He was definitely seemed cheerier.
      I gave him another splash of the bubbly growth potion. He continued lapping it up like a cat.
	"But Lil," I said, "my boobs will grow with me! I'll bust out of your whole condo if I take that stuff..."
	"There's room for you to grow in the living room," said Lil, "if you're careful to not drink too much..."
	"More please!" Tim again, three feet tall now. He was smiling. I wondered if...
	I put the bottle of growth potion to my mouth and just drank a tiny bit, a few drops or so...
	There was a strange tingling feeling as my body rose and spread. My huge boobs grew with me and I could feel my butt creeping across more of the carpet. My eyelevel rose about two inches.
      I stood. It was much easier now! My boobs were bigger and heavier than ever but they were far more manageable to hold up on my chest. The unfamiliar weight on my bottom, hips and thighs responded well to my strengthened muscles. And I was two inches taller, which was...interesting.
	I turned to Lil's full size mirror on her closet door. It was the first time I really got a good look at myself since I grew out of the garbage bags. My nipples were as big and fat as ripe plums; they were served up by the large, saucer-shaped aureoles. My boobs blossomed out from my chest like colossal, fleshy balloons, drooping a bit but still round and full.
	When I turned, I was greeted with so much ginormous, creamy ass that I actually got a little lightheaded. Each cheek was the size of a big pumpkin, but smooth and round, no sagginess. My thighs were huge but still, they tapered off mostly at my knees, leaving a little flesh on my calves to gradually ease the angle.
	"More please!" said a four and a half foot Tim.
	"Later," I said. I had to get out of this room. It was becoming more and more likely I could become stuck in here and, indeed, if I was going to be stuck anywhere, I wanted it to be Lil's spacious living room with its high ceiling and tidy floor, not this cramped, messy, disgusting room with so much paper and glass.
	I took the bottle with me and squeezed my gargantuan boobs and butt into the corridor, marveling at how big a difference two inches of size makes. The ceiling was so much closer! Tim followed me on ten-year-old sized legs, followed by Lil, the bitty Barbie doll.

	I (more or less literally) popped out of the corridor, passed through the kitchen and hall and stepped into Lil's living room. The only stuff here was a couch, a chair, a bookcase at the far wall, a small table, which held Lil's widescreen TV, and a coffee table with some magazines piled on it.
	The first thing I had to do was move this coffee table out of the room. It was the only furniture that was not against a wall, and so, would surely get in my way. My new strength made it remarkably easy to reach around my massive breasts and scoot the thing out into the hall. 
      After the most distressing morning I'd ever experienced, I was starting to feel strangely okay. Even...good. Almost.
	I tried to move the television next. This was a harder task, not because the TV was too heavy but because it was awkward, particularly for someone with yoga ball-boobs to secure a firm grip with both hands. I finally lifted it in the air above me and was impressed by my own strength. I felt like an ant in one of those nature documentaries, hauling a potato chip many times its own size. 
      I set the TV down in the hall and decided that was enough. The coffee table and TV would have been a problem but, beyond that, I felt little need to respect Lil's furniture or other possessions after she had thoroughly disrespected my own body. We were past those courtesies now.
      When I passed through the kitchen on my way to the living room I had set the bottle of growth potion on top of Lil's fridge where she and Tim could not reach it. When I returned, Lil and Tim were there before the fridge, Lil on Tim's shoulders. He was holding her spindly little legs in place. Lil balanced herself with one arm against the freezer door and used the other to try and reach up to the top of the fridge and snatch the bottle of growth formula. With Tim's still stunted height and Lil's fourteen-odd inches, Lil could just get a forearm over the top of the fridge but even if Lil could have moved the bottle with her strength, her little doll's hand could only brush it. They looked so silly! I had to laugh.
	"Oh, please, let us grow back, Kate!" whined Lil.
	I put my hands on my doorframe-wide hips and tsked them. "You'll grow back when I say you can," I said. 
      Wow, was that me talking? Where did all this...confidence suddenly come from? My fear and embarrassment were all but gone... 
      There was, however, a sense of anticipation. My boobs were waiting to grow again and I needed to be ready for them this time. I snatched the bottle from the fridge and returned to the living room.
	Setting my massive tush on Lil's couch, I sipped a tiny bit more of the growth formula. The tingling was stronger this time. I felt my muscles getting stronger, my bottom filling up more of the sofa... The room shrank. I got at least a couple more inches.
	I took another sip. It was really starting to feel good! My wildly expanded boobs and butt were getting very easy to carry. I was even starting to feel a little...turned on?
	The couch began to creak under my increasing body mass. I had to be over six feet tall now. My hips were coming very close to making contact with the arms of the couch and my legs now rose off couch cushion. My socks, which were the only thing I was wearing now, stretched tightly.
      Tim and Lil were standing on the far side of the room, eyes longingly watching the bottle of growth potion. Watching them watch me was making me...oh, rather horny. My huge, fat breasts, which, just a short time ago, was a source of extreme hindrance and embarrassment and shame for me now seemed oddly beautiful, and, very, very sexual. My great, fleshy bottom felt comfy and warm and sensual.
      If the shrinking potion makes you feel small and vulnerable, then the growth potion must have had the opposite effect: making me emotionally strong as it made me physically strong. Indeed, I was feeling close to invincible. I was filled with positive energy, and...wow, lots of sexual desire...
      I was not alone in my growing sexual thrill. When I looked over, I saw Tim's penis. It was rock hard and jutting enthusiastically into the air.
      Lil saw where my eyes were looking and gasped as she spotted Tim's erection. She slapped him violently on his knee with her little arm.
      "Tim! Don't look at her!" Lil was pouting again and would surely burst into tears once more if I didn't distract her.
      "Lil," I said, cooing, "I'm sure Tim loves you very much. And, you've been looking at me too. Haven't you?"
      "Y-yes..." she murmured.
      I affected a coy, provocative voice. "Why, Lil? I thought you didn't like my huge boobs..."
      Lil's little doll face wrinkled in sadness.
      "Lil, come here..."
      The tiny girl approached, guilty and demoralized.
      "Lil, why do you have a problem with my boobs? Huh?"
      "I...I like your boobs. I was jealous." She was tracing a self-conscious arc in the carpet with her foot.
      "If you could make mine grow, why didn't you just do it to yourself?"
      "Because...I felt ashamed. And I wanted Tim to like me as I am."
      "That's very silly, Lil. If Tim doesn't like you as you are you shouldn't put up with him. You should find someone who's right for you."
      "You don't understand!" whined Lil; "I wanted Tim to like me skinny!"
      "Do you even like yourself skinny, Lil?"
      "N...n...n-no!" Tears were rolling down her face.
      "Oh, Lil," I sighed, "that weight loss potion is turning you against yourself. You're not yourself. You haven't been since you started losing all that weight. Isn't that true?"
      "Y-y-yes...!" she was bawling again. 
      Oh, for god's sake...
      "Lil?"
      "W-what?"
      "Do you like my boobs?"
      "Muh...maybe..."
      "Would it make you feel better to touch them?"
      Lil's crying eyes grew wide. The answer was obvious. I carefully picked her up and brought her to my mountainous bosom. She spread her arms, clutched the tender flesh and rested her head against it; her sobs were reduced to sniffles as I cradled her fourteen-inch body against my gigantic, warm tit.
      "Please forgive me, Kate...please!"
      "I'll forgive you Lil, but you'll have to do something for me, first."
      "Oh, thank you Kate, thank you! I love you!"
      "I love you too, Lil." I set her down on the carpet. "Now, enough crying." I turned to Tim. "You two are going to do what I say. Agree?"
      "Agree," said Lil.
      "Agree," said Tim.
      "Good." I gulped down some more of the growth potion and sighed as I felt my hips spread out against the arms of the couch. The couch frame groaned and creaked under my increasing weight. The room shrunk all around. The tingling intensified and a wave of euphoria poured over me. "Mmmmmm..."
      I must have gained another five inches or so. I was starting to get wet. It was difficult to judge sizes now that I was bigger all over but my boobs must have been roughly the size of beanbag chairs. My nipples felt swollen and tingly and a rush of sensation hit me as I stroked one. There was a tearing sound as my socks gave up the fight and split apart. 
      Never mind. I drank some more and moaned in pleasure as my hips completely filled the couch and pressed into the arms. Everything seemed so light and happy and wonderful. And all this sexy flesh felt so warm and yummy. I had to have more...
      And I did. "Oh yeah...yeah...yeah..." I purred. I felt Lil's couch crack and shift under me as my tingly body rose and rose and rose. Within seconds, an arm of the couch snapped and the piece of furniture collapsed beneath me. The couch caved in on one side and sent me tumbling down in a frenzy of sensual thrill.
      Nothing hurt. My shoulder hit the floor first. I watched in apparent slow-motion as a massive, jiggly boob plopped enthusiastically onto Lil's carpet only to be followed by a second boob which came crashing down on the first, pancaking it and then bouncing cartoonishly into the air as if on a trampoline. I felt a massive cascade of jiggle shoot through my bottom and thighs. All this quivering flesh made me scream with pleasure as my great, voluptuous body lay hot and heavy on its side. Lil's high ceiling echoed with my scream.
	I must have orgasmed. My face was hot and I was gasping in pleasure.
	I don't know how I managed to even hold onto the bottle of growth formula-which was feeling awfully small in my palm now-but somehow I'd managed to keep it upright during my fall.
      Tim and Lil scampered over on their little legs.
      "Are you alright?" said Tim. His little four-foot something body still had a huge boner.
      "I'm...I'm great!" I said.
      "Um...something's happening," said Lil.
      Indeed. I felt it. I felt it in my aureoles and nipples as they began to puff out and swell. I felt it in my boobs as they began to take on more mass and volume, as the tender, round flesh began to spread across the carpet of Lil's living room. The expansion had returned.
      
      I resisted the urge to moan in pleasure as I pushed myself onto my massive bottom and looked down. Everything was so small! I must have been something like nine feet tall, now, my boobs each four feet in diameter. They were spreading, inches by inches, rising like dough, filling up and overflowing my lap.
      Telling myself to be rational for just one more minute, I turned to Lil and Tim. "You guys want to grow more?" I said, holding up the still half-full bottle of growth formula.
      "Yes!" they cried in unison.
      "Well, come and get it!"
      I reached out, slowly tipped the bottle over and sent the formula dribbling down my breasts. A shiver ran down my spine at the cold feeling of the liquid as it went streaming down to my nipples. Tim and Lil rushed over to my boobs. Tiny Lil disappeared under the horizon of my left boob. The top of Tim's head was still visible beneath my right one. A rush of sensation hit me as I felt his lips lock over my swollen nipple, sucking out droplets of the growth potion.
      I sent my free hand down under my boobs and between my legs. My fingers sank into my clit and pleasure shot through me like an electric volt.
      "Hey! No fair! I can't reach!" cried Lil, somewhere down there beneath my growing, quivering boobs.
      I ignored her.
      Tim's advantage over Lil was not to last. I knew because I could feel my right boob sliding over his legs, spreading out on top of him. Tim clung to my boob shamelessly with both arms. He was working too hard to touch me and drink as much of the growth potion as he could to consider backing away from the widening wall of my rapidly growing tit. I knew what was coming. It only made me hornier.
      I felt little fingers attach to my left nipple. "I got it!" cried Lil, who proceeded to emit a slurping sound as I sent a steady stream of growth formula her way.
      My boobs spread across the room. The fat, creamy flesh bulged and rose before my eyes, making it harder to see how big I really was now. If I had to guess, I'd say, five feet long from collarbone to nipple, and gaining. My cleavage grew longer and deeper and more cavernous. The idea of filling up Lil's living room, once terrifying, now seemed wonderful. I wanted there to be more and more of my beautiful boobs, toppling over furniture and testing the walls. All these sensations in my boobs were just electrifying!
      "Uh, oh shit!" cried Tim. My giant boob was overpowering him and he sank under its weight. His lips would not reach my nipple any more. I could only feel his tongue, lapping up drops of growth formula around my aureole. He must have been chest deep under my breast.
      Lil had the advantage now. She had avoided my tidal wave of titflesh and was nibbling merrily on my nipple. I decided to send more growth formula dribbling her way, though it was getting hard to reach that far now...
      "Oh god, it feels so warm and soft!" cried Tim. He was almost completely sunk in titflesh.
      "Oh yeah, Kate! Keep growing, keep growing!" said Lil, slurping wildly. Clearly, the sexual effects of the potion were hitting Lil...
      My boobs blossomed like giant peaches, getting rounder and fatter, filling the room with pale, creamy titflesh. It was surreal.
      As my boobs filled and rose and widened on all sides, I started to feel a pull on my chest. My boobs were growing below, too, and as the horizon of my bosom got higher and higher, I was going up with it. I had been partially squatting for comfort all this time but now that my boobs were getting high enough to stay on the floor while I stood, I got to my feet and hunched over-I would not be hunched over for long.
      My bosom was like a rising, round table top beneath me. There could only have been a few feet now between them and the far wall.
      I kept working my clit, building up to a more explosive orgasm. The bottle of growth formula was almost empty so I set it down on my left boob and sent it rolling playfully down the hilly length of it. I shuddered as the plastic briefly touched my aureole on the far side of the room.
      The peaks of my boobs were up to eyelevel now and I knew that, within a minute, my boobs would be too tall, even for my nine feet of height. I would be pitched into the air like a raisin on a rising muffin. Oh god, just the idea turned me on so much now...
      Lil was still working away down there on my left boob, licking the sensitive, creamy flesh and taking my massive nipple into her mouth. It felt so nice...
      As for Tim, well, he was down there. I could feel his little hands and legs and hard penis all rubbing against the swell of my tit.
      I felt Lil's easy chair fall over as my boobs widened across the room, pushing out to the wall on either side. My boobs were like monsters, ready to knock down anything in their path. I almost prayed for them to keep growing...
      Then, I felt my boobs pull at my chest. It was time to say goodbye to the floor. I gave my clit a short break as I rested my hands against my swelling mass of titflesh and felt it fill up and up and up.
      My feet lost the ground beneath them as my colossal boobs lifted me, wriggling into air. My huge, fat bottom touched the wall behind me as my boobs sent me backward against it.
      If I was about nine feet tall now, and my boobs were suddenly too tall for me to stand up then they must have been at least eleven feet in the air. It was a good thing that Lil had such a big living room because my boobs had not quite hit the opposite wall yet and I still had some room to grow...
	...oh...but what did I care about Lil's condo? I had never felt so horny in my entire life! All I wanted was more jiggly titflesh, more orgasms, more of Lil licking my fat, swollen nipples...
	And then I saw Lil. She stood just before the wall. Her face was a pink mask of ecstasy. Lil had sure taken in a lot of the growth formula. She was as tall as me now! There was something in her hand...Of course. It was the bottle of growth formula, now empty. Lil must have had the last swallow.
	"Oh god, so good! Everything's so good!" Lil cried, letting the bottle roll once more down my boob, this time into the crevasse of my cleavage. Lil spread her now very long arms and leapt full on into my boob, sending an orgasmic wave of ripples down it.
	Lil tried to climb up the slope of my breast but she barely got more than a few feet before her weight started to slide her back. 
      This was the point where I touched the opposite wall. My nipple hardened at the contact of the cold plaster. Lil was clutching my boob like a lifeboat and, within seconds, she went sliding down, approximately to where my hard, fat nipple hit the wall. I could feel Lil's legs struggling until they straddled my aureole.
      And Lil was locked in place, just as my boobs were locking me in place against the wall with my boobs expanding between us. Lil squirmed and shifted her pelvis, until she was exactly where she wanted to be...
      "Oh yeah, right there...yeah...YEAH! That's my CLIT! Oh yeah! Kate, your nipple is so hard and it's pressing against my clit!!! Mmmm..."
      She gripped my boob on either side and wriggled it aggressively. I could feel Lil's warm wetness against my great, growing nipple. I orgasmed and orgasmed again. 
      My huge butt cheeks mooshed into the wall behind and I felt all this rising, quivering flesh all around me, pressing me in. 
      "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh..." I cried as another orgasm tore through me.
      My boobs were pressed into the bookcase on the far side and I knew I was about to fill the width of Lil's living room. My boobs lifted me higher toward the ceiling and I was stunned to see Lil's ceiling fan, very close to my face.
      Then, I felt something wriggling between my right boob and the wall...
      It was Tim. He was using a foothold in the tightly pressed bookshelf to get up on top of my titantic tit. The growth formula had obviously made him bigger than before, but he had nothing on Lil and I. He must have been a little bigger than normal now, though, because he couldn't have had the strength to climb out from under the weight of my humongous boob otherwise. Between orgasms, I was vaguely relieved that I didn't crush him to death...
      Tim climbed one more step, holding himself steady against my boob and then threw his body on top and scaled it. The jiggling of his impact made me shudder. I watched him climb the mountain.
      Mmmmmm! Oh, Tim! I can feel your hard, hot cock on my tit, you naughty boy. Playing on Kate's great, huge breast!!! 
      "Tim! Tim!" cried Lil. "It feels so good! Kate's nipple feels so good against my clit...oh! I can't take it anymore!!!"
      "Tim!" I cried, "just try and stay on top of me!"
      I clutched my right boob with both hands and gave my tit an epic shake. My incredible strength sent wave upon powerful wave down its swollen mass. I shrieked with laughter as I saw Tim practically bounce up in the air. He held on for dear life like he was riding a bronco.
      "Oh god! So much boob! So much boob everywhere!!" Lil cheered. She was stuck from the chest down in my massive boob as more of its fleshy mass pressed her against the wall. She hugged it and squeezed it enthusiastically, giggling.
      I kept jiggling my jugg violently to harass Tim and thrilled at the sensations. I'd never felt anything like this before! The walls creaked as the room squeezed me tighter. The bookcase disappeared under the horizon of my boob. My orgasms lined up to take my loins by storm...
      "Oohhh...ooooooooohhhhhhhhh," I screamed.
      I felt my nipples, so big and round, stimulated beyond words. My left nipple pulsed against Lil's wet clit. Lil shook my boob vigorously with her hands as a similar orgasm hit her.
      "Oooooohhhh...oooooohhhhh...oohyeah..." 
      I hugged my boobs and pressed my face into them. The walls closed in on me, compressing my giant body, making my boobs rise higher and higher. Jiggling flesh was everywhere. Tim clung on for dear life as the jiggles shot down my boob. My nipples felt so...so...good!
      "Ohh...oh yeah...yeah...yeah...OHYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH...!"
      
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      I came to sometime later, feeling woozy and exhausted. I was stunned again as I looked out upon the room. Each fleshy, RV-sized boob bulged obscenely, creating a round, fleshy floor that Tim still laid on, passed out with exhaustion.
      I could feel lots of furniture trashed beneath my mammoth boobs. 
      Oh well, serves Lil right. If she ever tries to spring a prank like that on me again there'll be worse hell to pay. Speaking of which...
      "Lil?" I said.
      Lil came to, still pinned against the wall. She blinked. "Ohhh, what a ride!" she said, smiling at me.
      Tim came to. Semi conscious, he crawled slowly up the crest of my boob and splayed out on it. "Mmmm..." he sighed pleasantly.
      "What now, boss?" purred Lil, stroking my boob with her fingertips.
      I thought about it. I could feel my libido creeping back. All that positive, sexual energy flooding into me once again. My boobs, filled up in Lil's living room to the absolute brim, were just marvelous and, in that moment, I never wanted to go back to normal.
      "Lil, do you have more of the potion you slipped me last night?"
      "Yeah, why?" she said. I could tell she sensed the answer. She was blushing.
      "Tim," I said, "say goodbye to your girlfriend's skinny ass for good and go get it. It's time for round two!"
      "Holy shit..." said Tim.
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