Samantha’s Colossal Bust 11: Don’t Panic

It was getting late and the crowds of Boobtown had rescinded with the setting sun. Henry and his wife Sue packed up their stall of T-shirts and other brickabrack. The team had set up shop very early on in the existence of Boobtown. After the great storm, they had returned to find their house in ruins, like so many other residents, but simply didn’t have anywhere else to go.  Technically, Samantha's breasts counted as her person, and thus their damages could be filed under property damage. Insurance companies had paid a mint in damages to the residents. The Boobtown had offered a novelty job while they got life back on its feet.

At closing time in Boobtown, it was customary to move your stand further away from the colossal breasts that gave the town its name. The girl invariably grew during the night, and the stalls closest to her would be crushed on a nightly basis if they didn’t move them, so everyone shifted their stalls down the line to make room. Like an angry god, the townsfolk had to “worship” the all-powerful tits that gave them their bounty. It was good fun too; a highly unique living situation unlike any other in the world.

In return, the good-natured girl who owned the bosom had let some spirited enthusiasts paint advertisements on her breasts. The advertisement for Sal's Melon Stand had become a particularly famous tourist photo spot because of the double entendre. Right now, her enormous chest stood as sentinels over the expanse of nothing, and the remains of the Monville suburbs. They were truly beautiful in the setting sun, Samantha's ordinarily pale skin gleaming with an orange tint like the clouds.

After packing up all the loose ends of their glorified wooden bin, each of the Henry and Sue husband and wife duo took one end and hoisted it off the ground. The ground trembled as they did so.

“Ha, at it again!” Henry said with mirth, but grunting with the effort of holding the stand.

“Will that gal ever stop growing?” Sue asked in awe. “She’s beyond monstrous already! Oh that poor girl. Imagine having to know that every night she’s bigger than she was the night before.” They edged the stand backwards.

“Reckon we oughta go further than usual? I mean, she is getting bigger right this very second.”

“Yes, I think so. The Pawletts will be mad if we don’t leave them enough room.”

“The Pawletts could use needing a little less room, if you ask me,” he grumbled.

“Hush, dear.”

An enormous crunching noise broke the peaceful ear, the familiar sound of wood being splintered by some force far greater than it could withstand. It was a commonplace noise around here.

“Ha, some idiot left their stand too close to the whales. I wonder who it was. The Carters? That Mitch is daft enough.”

“I couldn’t tell you. It worries me though, she should have stopped the shakes by now, shouldn’t she?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s an awful lot of growth, Henry, dear.” 

Another crunching noise exploded into the air, this time much louder.

Both Henry and Sue craned their necks to look in the direction of Samantha’s breasts.

“Now, that can’t be right…” Henry said, staring over the top of the stand. “She…she just knocked into the corner house! That wasn’t supposed to be for another few days! She’s crossed the street!” 

Sue watched, aghast, as the pretty, yet vacant, corner suburban home was completely bowled over by breasts. “This is much too soon! What is going on?”

Stand after stand was being reduced to twigs. 

“I think we better start worrying about ourselves!” Henry yelled over the din.

“Let’s make it to the car! Leave the stand here.”

“Aww.”

The two scurried for their vehicle.

“I’m beginning to suspect that the girl might have a slight breast growth disorder!” Sue called.

“Nah, you have a...whatchamacallit. An overactive imagination!” Henry hollered back.

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Samantha sat up in her bed and surveyed the trailer. The aftermath inside was the result of one of the most wild and passionate nights she had ever had. She wiped strands of her frenzied hair out of her face and spat them out of her mouth, and smiled at her torn dress half draped on the kitchen chair. Truth be told, there hadn’t been much destruction this time as she had already steadily dealt her possessions a death blow. She was almost disappointed that there weren’t more splinters and half pieces of various things about the room. It simply didn’t have the same momentous pizzazz as, say…a whole carnival! She was definitely growing more outwards, beyond the trailer, than within. There was some proportion or ratio, she supposed there must be, but for every foot added to her bustline, only a very, very insignificant portion became visible in the trailer. It was almost sad for her. Most of the destruction had been because of her wonton passion through the night, not growth. 

Samantha stealthily got off her groaning and moaning bedsprings to fetch herself breakfast. She opted to let Dan sleep next to her, and settled into her chair with her cereal to watch the news on her laptop on low volume. The layout of the kitchen had been rearranged by Dan to greatly benefit her, due to her very limited movement range. She shifted into side saddle with her bowl precariously perched on her heavy mass as she loaded a news site. In hushed tones, the reporters detailed the indirect impact of Samantha’s night on Boobtown.
  
Interviewing Reporter: “So you’re saying she is MUCH bigger this morning?”

Local Man: “Absolutely, Fran. You can see here with this ring of debris here around the breasts, she typically grows right through that and kinda crushes underneath. As you can see, that hasn’t happened. All the debris was pushed outwards, which implies that all this damage was done quickly and in a relatively short amount of time.”

Fran: “So what does this mean for Boobtown and its residents?”

Local Man: “Well, you know, we lost everything in last night’s spurt. Stands are gone and I think that’s kind of the last straw, you know? No point in rebuilding now, not with our struggles lately. I think it means the end of Boobtown.”

The reporter lady Fran continued her story and Samantha listened intently. The prevailing opinion of the citizens of the Samantha-central city was that of acceptance. The interviews with the displaced people revealed that business has slowed down as the fad of Samantha had died off over the past few weeks. The world record was old news, and pictures of her breasts had so inundated the internet that no one felt that they needed to see the sight themselves anymore. Couple the lack of business with the presence of the constantly growing breasts that inconvenienced everyone involved and…it was time to move on. Their new, temporary livelihoods now joined the ruins of their other previous lives, in sunken Monville, quashed beneath the bosom of the overdeveloped teen. 

“Does that mean I’ve crushed two towns?” Samantha wondered aloud. “It’s starting to become a habit.” She cackled cheerfully. 

The weather forecast was nothing short of disappointing. Not a drop of rain in sight, according to the weatherman. Ah well. She wasn’t even sure that rain would do anything for her. Could those low lying clouds even rinse off her nipples anymore? She searched the sensations from her surfaces carefully, and detected only a few wisps here and there. Few clouds in the greater Samantha region, she thought.

The date on the forecast made her spit out her cereal. It was her birthday! She was twenty years old, to the day. That DID make her feel different. It was supposed to be a running theme in everybody’s life that birthdays were underwhelming, or so she had thought, but today she felt markedly more…something than she was yesterday. Was it last night’s news? No, that definitely had NOT sunk in yet. 

She checked the ring on her finger and admired it. It was the only thing she was wearing at the moment. 

“I hope you like it. I didn’t get much of a chance to ask you last night.”

Samantha whirled around and threw Dan a one armed hug that dragged his face into her favorite position for him: squashed right into her mammoth bust. She smothered his exposed cheek with delicate kisses.

“I loved it,” she purred, “but I think the birthday girls need something else at the moment.”

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A rough knock came at the trailer door around noon. Dan hurriedly went and opened the door only to find himself staring at a man in military uniform. Medium height, imposing, and thoroughly businesslike, the man had an air of importance. 

Dan barely had time to react before the man spoke up. “Thank you. I must speak with Samantha Duquesne.” He brushed through the door and into the room, his eyes running over the surroundings. His thoughts were inscrutable, but Dan felt that their lifestyle was being sized up nonetheless. 

“Forgive me, Ms. Duquesne, I am Lieutenant Carrow,” he spoke politely but abruptly. Samantha stared at him dumbfounded from her position on the sofa.
 
“Um…ah…hello?” she answered meekly. Thank goodness she had wrapped herself in this blanket!

Carrow continued.  “I’ll get right to the point, if I may. The US government would like to have a word with you. You see, as you have been aware, we have been studying your unique physical attributes for some time. Then this, hmm, Monville debacle occurred a short time ago. Our time to prepare for the event had been very limited, so we felt forced to allow some irreparable damage happen to the city, our integrity, and our reputation in what we perceived to be the cause for the greater good. We allowed these events to run their course so that we could continue to study you.”

Samantha stared at the man with wide eyes. What was he here for?

“It was supposed to be a one-time deal,” Carrow continued uninterrupted, “you understand. The emergency of the storm. In the wake of that decision and its consequences…You have seen the news this morning? Another special on Monville for all the wrong reasons. It makes everybody look bad, ma’am. We can’t keep endangering lives and livelihood like this. We need to understand what’s going on…and what we can do to put a stop to this. We are under the impression that something can be done?” With this, he gave a sidelong glance at Dan, who immediately understood. He had said too much to Mr. Stanley after all. Samantha’s willingness to grow had reached other ears.

The Lieutenant withdrew a folded letter from his breast pocket and unfurled it as he handed it over to Samantha. “A letter from the General.”

“What, not the president?” Samantha remarked sarcastically.

Carrow scowled. “Please consider our point of view. If you endanger another town, worst may come to worst. I’m sorry. We’d love to make everybody happy, but sometimes that isn’t possible. When lives are at stake…decisions get tougher. Surely you understand our position. People could have been standing around during your...event last night.”

“I don’t know if I can do that. Stop growing.” She whispered. “Physically speaking, and mentally speaking.”

The military man sighed. In that moment, he truly did look apologetic. “But neither of us really have a choice, do we? We’re very sorry, but something has to be done. Please, think things through. The General himself will be here in a few days to discuss things with you, but he will say the same things I have.”

Samantha made a face at his back as Carrow turned and let himself out of the trailer. 

Dan and Samantha looked at one another. She could tell he wanted to say something but was unsure how she would react at the moment. That was fine. She felt crushed. It was something of a shocking blow that the government would do something about her if they felt they had to.

Evidently they might have to.

Real world problems? Issues? She had never concerned herself with these things before. For good reason, because they constantly tried to get in the way of her greatest desires. She was not a fan of this interjection, either, but did she have to concede to the validity of their concerns? 

She didn’t WANT to, obviously. But she could understand. And his threat was certainly real. She could feel her hopes and dreams wooshing past her as she thought. It was an empty, implacable feeling. The real world was stupid. But if she had to be perfectly honest with herself, she had gotten much further than she had ever dared to hope. Back when a G cup was insanely large, but they were hers, she had wondered how big she would eventually get. Wouldn’t it be great if…? And she kept getting bigger. She would probably stop growing SOON, right, but wouldn’t it be really interesting if…? Growth and more growth. Wow! This was great! How big COULD she get…? Certainly she could only get so far?

There had always been an understanding that she would max out. She would hit her limit. And upon that day, she would have to live with whatever size she had obtained at this point. She had certainly never considered this possibility! This was no grand exit from the stage of growth, but a whimper! This was unacceptable.

Samantha sighed and reclined on the sofa, the enormous tits of hers barely moving, as their disproportionately large size was relatively unaffected by their diminutive owner. She studied their smooth contours as they swallowed up most of the trailer and an obscenely large portion of her vision. Apparently she would have to be satisfied. 

And she was. 

But not really. 

“Worst birthday present ever!” she said unhappily, and gently massaged the areas of her chest that she could reach from the sitting position. Dan came over and helped her. “Don’t worry, I got you something much better, I hope.”

“So what am I supposed to do now???” Samantha complained loudly and angrily. “Just not grow???”

Dan shrugged. “I guess so?” He patted her left breast complacently.

Samantha dubiously watched his hands smooth themselves out across her breast. For once, perhaps in her life, she was not in the mood to join him. “I know I had bigger plans, but in light of new information…I know I've asked you before but now I really mean it...am I big enough for you?” 

Her fiancé laughed. “Don't worry about me. Are you big enough for YOU?”

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Two days later another knock came at the door. Dan opened it and immediately cowed. Standing in the door in full military regalia was the General of the letter. Standing six-foot-something and donned in pristine and decorated official capacity attire, the man was as intimidating as he appeared rigid and unwavering. His slightly weathered and crinkled face was clean shaven and his gray hair was tucked stiffly under his cap.

“Ms. Duquesne, I trust you received my letter,” he said, speaking from outside the doorway. “May I come in?” 

“Of course,” Samantha responded grumpily. At the moment, he was her least favorite person in the world. He was the symbol of those standing in the way of her further physical development, and she desperately wanted to end this man's resistance to her way of life. “My shadowy Sword of Damocles arrives.” 

If she didn't know better, she'd almost swear that the corners of his mouth twitched into a slight smile before vanishing. “Quite. My name is Henry Scopes, four-star General of the United States of America armed forces. I'm coming to confirm that you got my message...loud and clear. Can I confirm this?”

Samantha nodded glumly. She held up the open letter for him to see. She had wanted to tear it up into tiny bits on so many occasions over the past two days. Instead, she had been unable to stop herself from reading it and rereading it, almost hoping it would change before her eyes. 

“I'm sorry that this is not what you wanted,” the General spoke, not unkindly, “but it needs to be done. The lives of Americans in danger, millions of dollars in property damage, the media circus we have had to endure. We can't let these things continue.” Scopes stood into the middle of the area between the door and Samantha tit. That space wasn't very large. His eyes roved around the surroundings, lingering on the destroyed table Samantha had Dan strategically place hours before. They hadn't expected company so early, and hadn't bothered to clean it up yet. 

Samantha felt her cheeks flush, like this man understood all too perfectly why that table was there, and that made things much worse. “I was walking around downtown earlier, if you can call it that anymore,” he continued, averting his eyes at last. “It looks like an old warzone, with quite an ... alteration to the landscape. I hope that you fully understand the implications of what I said in that letter?”

Samantha nodded again.

The General returned the nod in grim approval. “Good … By the way, I had a few people clean all that paint off of you.”

“So that's what that was!” She had definitely noticed that! “It felt..! Uh. Weird. Felt weird. Also like someone stuck something to me. I was wondering about that. Hey! What if I wanted to leave those advertisements there?”

“Did you?”

“It doesn't really matter.”

“Ok, then. Any questions for me?”

“What is my leeway? I'm going to grow again. I can't just shut it off.”

“You can try. But we understand. In an official capacity, I would say...you can't endanger any more human life. You're in a good spot here for that. The next town dozens of miles away from the outskirts of Monville, which has already been evacuated. You saw to that! You're stuck here for the rest of your life, if I'm not mistaken. So...pace yourself, I suppose. Your call, ma'am. Neither of us have a real choice in the matter, do we.” It wasn't a question as he echoed Carrow. He bent down and inspected the shattered table. He picked up a piece and demonstrated its splintered edge to her. “We can't have more of this. I'm sorry. I’m certain you understand?”

“Yes,” she said numbly. It had really hit home at last.

General Scopes tipped his hat at her and strode out the door.

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Samantha was in a slump. Her life up until now had been completely breast-centric. It still WAS, really, because of their enormous size and the pleasure she derived from them, but it simply wasn’t the same. The excitement of being bigger than the day before was gone. The excitement of the promises of the future was gone. Worse still, every day she woke up and had to start consciously stifling her own desires. Don't grow today, Samantha! You'll be in trouble! She felt like she was holding a pillow over her own head, suffocating.

It was painful. She wondered if this was what it felt like to be recovering from an addiction. 

She had realized long ago that her growth had been largely stimulus-related as well as genetic. It was an odd system, but it had definitely worked well for her so far. But now that meant having to actively limit the stimuli she exposed herself to, lest she lose control and continue to grow again. She had to fight her own pleasure. When things felt good, she needed to make sure they didn’t feel TOO good. When she felt the onset of her breasts expanding, instead of reveling in it like she used to, she had to quash it immediately before it became a problem. 

Even so, little spurts of breast growth slipped through her defenses, sending shivers through her body and city of breast. She would immediately fall back into her old daydreams, of growing and growing, and then had to remember the implications of the gentleman's visit. That thought was sobering. Reality had to keep crashing back down.

Dan was more than a little crestfallen as well, though he tried to be supportive in every way possible. In light of her new pleasure diet, he had to be chaste as well. Sitting on her breasts, leaning against them, massaging them, really anything was out of the question because merely his touch could set her off, as it reminded her just how BIG she was and how SMALL they were in comparison. Thoughts she had encouraged at the drop of a hat once upon a time.

That was awful. His hands had been such a welcome addition to any and all of her activities in the past. She felt a little incomplete without their warmth and loving.

Distraction was key. She read furiously and played games intensely in order to take her mind off of her ballooned tits, but it was never enough. Life was considerably more boring without the near-constant state of climax that she had grown accustomed to. Samantha was spectacularly unhappy.  

She felt especially bad for Dan, too. She was a little cranky now. She was always itching and couldn't scratch. And neither could he, for that matter.

A relatively growthless month stretched to two, but each day it never got easier, as Samantha had hoped it would. If anything, it was getting harder and harder. Her body WANTED to grow, she had known that for some time. She wanted to cry from frustration.

She would have to come to terms with it sooner or later. It was this or death, in no uncertain terms. In a way, though, it did feel like she had died. Quite a large part of her, and her identity. She was the boob girl. Samantha DD. Identifying herself by her bust had started early and never stopped. She felt in some ways, her purpose was gone. She had never really...done anything else. She destroyed her school, too, so that was gone. She was just a girl in a trailer. That was how she had started. Square one.

She clung to the wedding planning like a life line. Even though she was completely house ridden, and not particularly wealthy, it was fun to plan all the extravagance and imagine all the people showing up in stupefied awe of her bosom. 

Scanning through all the wedding catalogs, plans, and designs readily found on the internet, she was thoroughly enjoying the fantasy of a truly magnificent wedding. In her head she had mansion weddings. All kinds. Haunted, rustic, futuristic. Castles and palaces. Space ships and underwater bubbles. How she would even FIT in those places? That was...ooh. Dangerous.

Samantha had started sketching wedding dresses for herself, with special consideration for her bosom. She wasn’t much of an artist, but it was fun trying to make the pictures proportional. She had to draw an arrow pointing to the base of the huge orbs, and on little subsection on the paper she showed a magnified portion of the drawing, a little view of herself, like a microscope picture in a science textbook. Magnified 100x, she wrote to herself for her own amusement. In these fantasies she pretended that quantity of fabric and practicality of actually getting it on her elephantine girth were of no consequence. 

So naturally she drew her city sized breasts in every variation of dress that appealed to her senses, from the most elegant ballgown-esque to the sluttiest bad movie wedding dress. She liked those designs the least, though, because more often than not it simply meant leaving her entire bosom exposed, and for the purposes of the fantasy, that simply wasn’t any fun. So uncreative! Let’s have ornamental flowers and garlands on her nipples and entire highways of ribbon swirling across her bust flanks instead!

She doodled helicopters and cranes, planes and fire engine ladders all cooperating in order to hoist her dress up over her nipples so that her gargantuan areola wouldn’t peek through. So that she would be a proper “respectable southern lady.”

Samantha hid her silly drawings from Dan. Not for any particular reason, but it just seemed like something a little too girly. Not meant for his eyes. Also, the drawings weren’t very good, not in any artistic sense. This was an activity she did almost exclusively when Dan was away at work. She sprawled across the kitchen table and lived her dreams on paper.

She enjoyed all this sketching. It was peaceful, imaginatively stimulating, and indulged her private fantasies in ways that just came pouring out. Though…there was a single picture she had drawn, with all pretense of wedding long-forgotten. To a Sherlockian observer, one might notice that Samantha looked at it more than any of her other drawings scattered about. That it always managed to be unobscured, despite all the hubbub and mess that littered across the rest of the kitchen table where she worked. 

It depicted not two prominent circle shapes, like the others, but three. The small window that showed the doodled Samantha for perspective instead said “Magnification 10,000x”. One could almost make out Australia on the third circle.

The current drawing Samantha was working on was considerably larger than all the others. She considered many of the other endeavors to be trial runs, but this was on a much larger piece of paper and she was taking it very slowly, if not skillfully, to try and make sure everything was just so. Only the bottom half of her breasts even fit on the paper this time, for the level of detail she was trying to portray around her base.  The illustration was that of her enormous breasts in the act of being dressed by what appeared to be a very large community of construction workers.

She was using her laptop for a frame of reference, looking at pictures of old ship and skyscraper building techniques, particularly the scaffolding, cranes, and people wandering about her enormous bosom, lining up her dress. Drawn were little stick figures carrying beams and building their scaffolding towers ever higher so that they could reach up her bust enough to raise her dress. Cars and trucks littered the ground around her gargantuan feminine appendages, delivering more supplies and materials to the ever growing project of clothing her. 

In the Samantha magnification window of the drawing, she had depicted herself breaking the fourth wall and telling the viewer in a cartoon speech bubble, “The store just didn’t have my size. The waist and hips were good, but they had to let the dress out a little in the bust!” 

The cartoon Samantha was grinning broadly, her eyes closed because of how wide her smile was. 

She kept coming back to this drawing day after day, adding more layers of construction, adding people playing Frisbee, presumably those workers on break, in the parks around her breasts, adding destroyed houses and as-of-yet untouched houses. She had drawn a little Juliana somewhere, directing the traffic of onlookers. 

Dan had been portrayed on one of the scaffolds, acting possessive of her breasts and berating any of the workers that had copped a feel. She had drawn him with a hard hat, shouting at another group of men, frightening them. “She’s MINE!” He was hollering.

She poured little, poorly drawn details again and again. It wasn’t an artistic masterpiece but it was her fantasy, for herself. 

She had stepped back from the drawing one day and realized she had REALLY messed up the proportion of her breasts. In real life she was actually MUCH bigger than that! There wouldn't have been enough paper, though. Still, these people shouldn't have been visible at this magnification! They should have been tiny! In fact, she was so huge tha- No. Don’t go there Sammy. Actually, from this angle, the scaffolding wouldn’t even- No. And it wasn’t possible to build because if she kept growin- No. Knocking them all ove- No! Wouldn't that feel GREA- NO!! 

Her cheeks were red as she worked. She knew she was flirting with those fancies she once held so dear. She told herself she was just passing the time. She figured it was also vaguely wedding related, so it was okay. All about wedding stuff, not about the boobs. After all, the boobs were a part of her, so it was only natural that they would be a part of the wedding planning. 

The REAL part of the wedding planning wasn’t going so well, in that it was rather boring. It wasn’t like Samantha had much choice of venue, it was just her and Dan in the trailer for all time, and not exactly the ideal setting for a full blown ceremony. They would have much more room on her nipples. But then she couldn’t be present at her own wedding. Well, her nipple would attend for her. All her friends and family would have PLENTY of room on her- OH! 

Samantha’s drawing pencil scratched an obtuse line across the page as the trailer underwent a tremor. She had thought too far. 

Mrs. O’Hare would be MORTIFIED to have to sit on Samantha’s nips! That would be a laugh. “But they’re bigger than cathedrals! Entire skyscrapers, not just the romantic top floor! And you can’t beat the view! Just don’t fall off. They’re perfect!” Samantha would have to argue with her. Samantha briefly entertained that wild fantasy and the trailer shook again.

That was probably another 100 yards of growth that she wasted in a few moments of carelessness. If she understood the letter of the law of the General's warning, it was only until she endangered neighboring civilization that they would have a problem. But that meant that the 20-30 miles or so until the next town was going to have to last her the rest of her life’s worth of growth. And she had consumed a great portion of that distance when she realized that she was worrying about dozens of miles being far too small. Then there was stimulus that she couldn’t control. It was windy here on the coast, especially at altitude. She didn’t need all of her current size in order to be actually “mountainous”. She was far bigger, and her breasts went up and up and UP! 

She just couldn't HELP it! It wasn’t fair! she wailed inwardly to herself. I should just be contained to this state, she wished against all practical reason. That would be a much more reasonable boundary for her. If only, if only. 

Finally, one day, Samantha admitted that she hadn't actually done anything on the wedding planning, and confronted Dan about it. “This is a hassle,” she proclaimed. “It costs a lot to do anything fancy, and we'd have to pay for bringing everything here since I can't leave. Why don't we just have a simple, bare-bones ceremony? I don't really have that many people I want to throw a big party for anyway.”

“That's...very practical of you. Are you absolutely sure? You don't get a take-back.”

“I insist on the cake. If my mouth is full of cake, I don't care what this place looks like. I won’t be able to see it over my humps anyway.”

“We could decorate your boobs.”

“No, we'll do that in private. I don't really need to expose our families to our depravity.”

“Since when are we depraved?”

“I don't know. Mine began when I started maturing. When did yours start?”

“When I met you.”

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New Year’s Day rolled around and Samantha had finished procrastinating. The month and day was set for the wedding. February 18th, at Samantha’s trailer. A total of eight people were going to be present, including Samantha, Dan, and the minister. Haley, O’Hare, and Juliana would all be in attendance as well.  Not a big affair by any account, but Samantha had very few people left to show up for her anyway, and Dan only allowed for his parents to show up. There wasn't much room in the trailer for the ceremony itself, let alone to accommodate multiple people sleeping there for however many nights. Samantha had suggested that his parents take up residence in one of the abandoned houses around Monville.

“Well, that's weird in and of itself, living in someone's abandoned home, and besides, the nearest one is still pretty damn far these days since you keep 'remodeling' the town,” Dan replied.

“It's the closest thing that I have to a bra. I need to make sure it's snug.”

“You're going to repeat that line for me a lot, later. Which is another reason. I am NOT putting your mother-in-law within growing distance. That's asking for trouble.” 

“You don't trust me?”

“You, I trust just fine. Your tits, I don't trust as far as I can throw them.”

“Honey, no offense, but that's really not that far.”

“Well, I haven't tried for a few hours. We should check again.”

Samantha whimpered. She hadn't been able to fully enjoy herself for months. Not without things getting out of control.

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Two days before the wedding, February 16th arrived with visitors. About midday Dan opened the door and welcomed Hattie O'Hare and Mr. Tod Haley in to their home. Samantha was extremely happy to see them, but it was an awkward affair. The elephants in the room were attached to her chest, and their size made both of her parental figures very uncomfortable. 

It wasn't like they could openly discuss her enormous bosom. That simply wasn't done! Instead it was far more polite to sit there ill at ease but persevering with small talk. However, being family of a kind, eventually the three of them settled in and excitedly discussed the prospect of marriage and her future. Not that there was much to talk about, but it was like old times.

Dan was a relatively quiet, letting this unconventional family have their moment. Haley had made the trip in O'Hare's trailer, which was parked outside their own trailer, down on the ground several stories below. This is where the two would be sleeping, albeit in separate beds, Samantha assumed. Unless her adopted mother was up to shenanigans with the once-upon-a-time landlord! Well, it was convenient for them that they could bring their home on the road, quite literally.  

The soon-to-be-married duo entertained Samantha's only true family for the rest of the day, and had a merry time. It felt like home again, and Samantha quite forgot her troubles for a spell.

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February 17th arrived with a second helping of newcomers to the wedding. Juliana arrived in combat boots and sunny disposition. She would be camping down upon the sands of the beach below, as a true park ranger should be able to manage. Her good cheer was infectious to the rest of the party, and the homey trailer was quite comfortable among the five of them, even with Samantha's enormous bust cramping the space quite a bit. 

This day also saw the arrival of the Peppers.

Samantha had never met Dan's parents. It hadn't been a snub, Dan had convinced her, it was just because they were so busy. They were both high powered something or others, Samantha wasn't sure. Was the mother a psychiatrist? Doctor of some sort? Something like that. The Dad was a big shot somewhere too. Dan didn't talk about them very much, and she hadn't really inquired. The other reason girlfriend and boyfriend's parents had never met was how inconvenient it was for Samantha to get around at all, let alone leave the state and travel cross country to where they were living. 

Mr. and Mrs. Pepper were nice enough. Mrs. Pepper had her light hair in a tight and perfect bun, and her spectacles perched on her nose, where she could peer over their half-moons to truly get the measure of a person. Definitely a psychiatrist, if Samantha had to guess. Samantha got the feeling that this was a woman who never had runs in her stockings, whatever she did. Mr. Pepper was also completely forgettable, in the most important way possible. He was attired in a generic but very fine suit, had an immaculate haircut, and otherwise unremarkable features. 

Dan greeted them at the door very warmly as the rest of the party all craned their neck to try and catch the first glimpse of the mysterious couple that nobody but Dan had ever even seen before. Introductions were made and the two Peppers stared at dismay at the two vacant chairs in the room. The duo was going to walk very close to the enormous swells of breast if they were going to squeeze in to the chairs left to them. They greeted Samantha peacefully and with reserve, and made their way to their seats. They were quite graceful in their own way, Samantha decided. Smooth and professional. They were pointedly not looking in the direction of her bust, made all the more obvious by the fact that this was extremely hard to do that in the cramped quarters.

Samantha almost wanted to make a crass joke just to break their ice, but they would probably be mortified and Dan would have a heart attack. First impressions were supposed to be important, and so you had to downplay negative or PERCEIVED negative qualities about yourself and play up the positive qualities. In the case of large breasted women, this might mean wearing something a little more conservative so that the older generation didn't take an issue with something too daring. Perhaps in Samantha's case, she would get a free pass on that. She certainly didn't have any circus tents lying about to cover the visible portion in the trailer.

The Peppers were quite nice! Charming. Despite their stern looks they were full of character, especially when put together. The party seemed to thrive with the fascinating new blood. Samantha thought herself both reserved and witty, so she almost certainly came across as sarcastic and bored. She hoped it didn't affect her report card too much. To her dismay, Juliana seemed to make a better showing than she did, being infinitely more comfortable, and Samantha almost believed that the Peppers would rather Juliana as a daughter-in-law than her. She also realized she was being crazy and nervous, but nonetheless she was so. 

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Samantha woke up early on the 18th of February, her day of reckoning. She had never been married before, she realized. It was an odd thing to think, but the enormity of what the day truly meant to her was more than a little daunting. Dan was half sitting in a chair, half haphazardly strewn across her left breast, having fallen asleep on her somewhere in the night. She watched him sleep for a moment as she stroked his hair. He looked so peaceful. 

She couldn't exactly move without waking him so she just lay in bed and thought away the early sunless hours. She supposed she could accurately describe this as phase two of her life. Before it had all been a simple existence of school and home life.  In the case of home life, she had quite literally outgrown it. In the case of school, she had destroyed all of the ones she had ever attended. That had been a satisfying dream. She expected most malcontent children to wish their school was on fire or otherwise being destroyed at some point in their life, if only to get out of school. She imagined that very few had wished to do it with their own breasts. Or had managed it, for that matter, breasts or otherwise.

It was a brave new world for Samantha Duquesne. Soon, that Samantha wouldn't exist entirely, only the “Samantha” portion would be left.

And who was that? Her life had been monochrome since General Scopes' visit. Did she grow too much at once? Would she have been better off without the hurricane, just endlessly getting larger for the rest of her days, but never reaching her current size or satisfaction? Too late now. In a few hours she would be “walking down the aisle”, figuratively, no walking here, and phase two would be a go. It all felt too adult. 

The sun rose and she continued to lay there.

She wanted to grow again.

What to do?

Nothing.

She kept beating this horse to death, though. In circles and circles her thoughts had gone and it was about time to give them up, wasn't it? She was happy, and had every reason to be, and yet it just hadn't felt like enough. Time to grow up. Her life was becoming more adult? Time to damn well act like one. 

Dan had slept through her revelations, gently purring in his sleep upon her breast. What a cutie. She was fine. She could do this. This was her life now and it was all fine. Couldn't be better. 

It was 8AM now! How long was her doofus going to sleep when there was work to be done and preparations to assume on this most important of days? She reached a long, slender finger across her prodigious mass and nudged his cheek a few times until he slowly sat up groggily. 

“Hrrn,” Dan said. 

“WEDDING DAY!” she yelled at him and he flopped out of the chair in surprise. She laughed with him and held out her hands for him to help her up. He climbed to his feet and grabbed her outstretched arms, hauling her against heavy breast mass until she was in a standing position. It was like pulling a stick out of a sand dune.

“Well,” she said with hands on hips, “I'm probably going to need your help to get into my dress.”

 “You haven't even let me see it yet! Shouldn't it have come in a box the size of Kansas?”

“Don't be silly. I'm not that big yet.”

“Yet?”

Samantha flushed. “Old habit. Actually, shoo. Send Juliana up here, and don't come back until it's time for the wedding.”

“Seriously? I need my stuff!”

“Fine, fine. Hurry it up, fiancé of mine. A girl has gotta get dressed.”

“Dunno about that. I think you'll be showing more skin than any bride ever, whatever you do. Skank.” He teased.

“Oh! You wound me. You're the one marrying me, you pervert. Your flasher of a wife.”

“I know. My parents have probably seen your nipples and had a conversation about them. Is that weird? I feel like it should be, even if it isn't, for us.”

“My nipples were a news story once upon a time.” Samantha boasted. “I can't help it if your parents admire their magnificence.”

“Nowww it's weird. Okay, I got my stuff. Text me!”

Dan left. About ten minutes later came another knock at the door, and Juliana allowed herself in to the trailer. “You rang?” she said. 

“I need some help getting into my dress.”

“I was hoping this day would come.”

“Hush. I said INTO my dress. I'm nervous enough as it is.”

“Where's the dress?” her friend asked. Samantha pointed, and Juliana continued as she picked up the box and gently unfolded the contents. “What is there to be nervous about?”

“Rational arguments are not going to pierce me today. Put yourself in my shoes.”

“I thought I was supposed to be dressing YOU, haha,” Juliana joked. 

“Actually they're surprisingly comfortable and I don't really need them anymore after today, as you can see, so you should probably try them out. NOT THE POINT,” Samantha objected to her own train of thought.

“Hey, no, move your foot. Yeah right there. No, put it down. If you moved your fat tits so you can see, this would be easier for both of us.”

“Yeah, right, let me just detach them.”

“Now the other foot. You really don't have anything to be nervous about. You know that, don't you? I mean hell, he's never gonna find another woman like you.”

“Generally that's the point when someone cheats on someone else.”

“You're really going there? You're worried about this, NOW? Stand up and help me get this over your hips. God you're skinny. Hasn't Dan been feeding you?”

“Always goes to my boobs, remember?”

“Oh. Yeah. You’re one lucky lady, you know that? Also you don't have to suck in or anything.” Juliana said, lacing up her bodice. “I hate you.”

“Don't worry, I'll still be spilling out of my dress.”

“Har, har.  Let the hippos hang free, I like it.”

“That's insulting.”

“To the hippopotami or to your boobs?”

“Both. The hippo doesn't want to be that fat, and my boobs don't want to be that small.”

“Aaaaand done. You look lovely. Where did you get this thing?! It's gorgeous.”

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The homely trailer was crowded. Since well over half of the trailer was occupied by breast flesh, and divided the trailer into two halves, they had to have the ceremony on one side or the other. So the entire ceremony would be limited to the left side of the trailer, with the windows open to let the sea air in. Even though it was February, it was plenty warm inside the trailer. The salty breeze was more than welcome, in addition to the wonderful atmosphere it provided, coupled with the sounds of waves caressing in the background. 

There were five chairs set up, all lawn chairs provided by O'Hare and Haley. The sight was so trashy that Samantha had doubled up laughing when Juliana had set them up. This was their WEDDING! LAWN CHAIRS! It had been too much. 

To their credit, the assembled families were warm and amenable to the situation. The low class and unceremonious affair hadn't dampened anyone's enjoyment, least of all the minister, who seemed to be overly enthusiastic. And very happy to be there.

The metaphorical stage was set, Samantha thought.

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Dan stood on the balcony outside of the trailer. It's freezing as hell out here, he thought. It shouldn't have been so bad out in the midday sun, if it weren't for the damn sea gales sweeping through his suit. The site was as pretty as always, but it appeared a little bleak somehow. Winter had that effect on things, generally. He was being forced to stand outside because he wasn't allowed to see Samantha in her wedding dress before the wedding. Mrs. O'Hare had absolutely insisted. Unfortunately, since Samantha couldn't move and was situated right where everything was being arranged, that left Dan out in the cold quite literally. 

It was a low key affair, and he wasn't superstitious, but it had seemed really important to the woman. He felt like a child again, like he was standing upstairs on Christmas morning waiting for his parents to get everything ready downstairs. There weren't butterflies in his stomach, he knew full well what he was doing, but that didn't stop the affair itself from making him antsy. At least she can't leave me at the altar, he thought cheerfully. 

The sea was mild and a dark murky blue, where the sand was pale and undisturbed. He listened to the distressed shorebirds as they roosted in the rocks just up the stretch. To his right was an excess of his girlfriend. Wife. The tremendous breast mountains of impossible magnitude. 

He stared at them as though he hadn't already done so thousands of times before. It was the perfect creaminess of Samantha's skin that made them so impossible, not just their size. Staring at the wall of boob, it was hard to fully grasp their size without frame of reference. The only thing around that could truly provide an appropriate mindset were the clouds far above. He reclined back and craned his head upwards, following the contours of his stupendous girlfriend's bosom to see that the tops of the milky breasts were indeed enshrouded by the misty clouds. 

The sea breeze was probably getting her all excited. Tonight was going to be amazing. Then again, he remembered to feel bad for her. Poor Samantha! She had definitely not had an easy time of her breast growth diet.

He was getting impatient for the ceremony. Wouldn't they hurry up? He calmly selected a pebble from the deck of the trailer and hurled it at the behemoths. He made sure to throw up as high as he could, just so it was more likely that she would feel it.

The two had experimented with her sensations and she had expressed a strong preference for “the higher the better”, because “the tops felt lonely” she had said. She was just too big to be satisfied by anything short of an entire civilization dedicated to loving her bosom. Nobody would ever see the tops of her breasts in person again. That would need satellite feed. 

The rock had bounced off its supple target, completely ineffectively. He corralled another few pebbles and skipped them off the elephantine bosom to kill time. She still hadn't text him that he could come in and it was cold. Her bust was probably like a heater, he thought. If only he could climb up! Instead he'd have to go down to the ground level and lean against the base of a behemoth if he wanted warmth. He was almost tempted to do it at this point, although the happy couple had agreed to perform none of the overt sexual demonstrations they had become accustomed to normally, so long as they were near company. It was a rubbish rule. He wanted to hug some titty!

Dan had wondered about that, back when it was still something to wonder about. If he had started a relationship with an extremely busty girl, what would everyone else think? With such overt sexual characteristics, they would surely make judgments on his personal preferences. Would it stop there? People could be very nosy like that. 

Well, it wasn't like there was any debate NOW. But fortunately his girlfriend had scared away all those people, too! And got vengeance for him by destroying their homes. He wasn't being serious, but it was kind of funny to think about!

“I remember when you were just the size of a house.” he muttered to the left breast, hurling his last stone. Wasn't it about time she was ready? His phone dinged.

[Samantha: Let's get married!]

Hey! That had been HIS idea! [Dan: You're proposing to me via text? How uncouth.] 

[Samantha: Shaddup y dunt u git yer arse in heer u looser]

[Samantha: JK. Love ya. Seriously, though, we're waiting. Stop playing with the damn rocks and the boobs. They'll still be there later.]

Dan chuckled. He used his phone camera to help him straighten his tie and then he turned his phone off. The trailer door swung open as easily as it always had, but it felt momentously heavy all the same, and he stepped into the well-lit portion. Lawn chairs? Big cake! Ah, the minister. Whoa, Sammy. SAMMY!

She was standing next to the minister, shining in white. Her skirt started around the ground in a ballroom wedding gown. Dan suspected she wasn't wearing any shoes but it didn't matter because you couldn't see them. The flounce of the skirt wasn't too grandiose but it was flowery and still very impressive, narrowing to her hips and disappearing at the waist. The bodice was very form fitting, nestled against her stomach rising about halfway up the tummy before her preposterous cleavage began. Dan couldn't see the back from here, but there were indications of a lace up design to keep the dress tight so it couldn't fall down, especially with the lack of shoulder straps or bust resistance. Was that a thing? Normal dresses had the friction of a girl's bosom to help keep them up, didn't they? 

He checked himself and continued up to her face. She was beaming at him, with blush on her cheeks and a slight amount of glitter glinting under her gracefully touched hazel eyes. Her long brown hair was shiny and wound up behind her head, with only two sleek strands of hair on either side of her face hanging down to a little ways past her ears, framing her radiance. She was amazing. 

He was getting married.

Dan stepped up to his designated spot, and the minister started saying things but Dan wasn't paying much attention. He was staring at the woman across from him, all else forgotten. The minister was talking fast in his ear about important things, no doubt. Just not important enough to him, at this very moment. She was too gorgeous. Then Samantha started to speak. “I do.” Oh!! Recognizing his cue, Dan waited for the minister to pause again, and also spoke “I do.” 

Dan cleared his throat. “Samantha Duquesne, soon to be Mrs. Peppers, I love you. And I have for a very long time. It has made my life better in every possible way, having you in it. I was a bored person, until you started playing chaos with my life. You and your special brand of wackiness and love is something that I can never get enough of. I will never stop loving you, and I intend to prove it every day.” He unfolded a ring from his pocket and gently slid it on to her outstretched hand. 

Samantha was grinning at him, the hint of a tear in her eye. “Dan Peppers, you saw me for me when no one else wanted to look my way. I was lonely until I found you. Through all of the events over the past few years you stood by me and helped me, and I cherish the memories we have together. I solemnly vow to continue to do so, and to love you forever.”

Dan held out his hand and she placed a ring on his finger. Things were a little blurry.
 
The ceremony continued a little bit longer, but the two couldn't stop staring at one another. He was only dimly aware of his surroundings, the drone of the happy minister, but it was no matter. The magic words finally arrive. “You may now kiss the bride.”

The duo leaned in and sealed their matrimony. Mr. and Mrs. Peppers.

Their family members cheered and whooped in the background and the two were happy.

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The friends and families had headed home after the ceremony. They had lives to return to and there was no reception to speak of.  That was just fine for everyone. Samantha had eaten an obscene amount of cake, and the monster double-decker was mostly gone now. The trailer was nice and cozy as the evening waned, and Dan and Samantha snuggled on the sofa as Husband and Wife. The sun eventually set on the occasion of consummation, and the two fell asleep.

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Samantha had always been a fast grower. Her growth spurts had been exponential, really. What had started out as millimeters became centimeters, centimeters had become inches, inches to feet, feet to yards, miles...

Samantha woke up in a cold sweat. It was still really early in the morning, only 3AM or so. Not really morning, was it still night? There was something going on. She felt all tingly...all over! From her fingertips to her nipples, and all the vast distance in between, like electricity was coursing through her veins. Like she was being struck by lightning, continuously! Her skin was on fire! In the most possibly pleasant way. 

She bolted upright in bed so quickly that she overcorrected and got a faceful of breast. Her chest was hot on her face and her face was hot on her chest. She could feel a feeling she hadn't felt in far too long.  The ecstasy of growth. It was indomitable. She could feel the shivering pulses of power and unbridled joy arcing through every cell in her body. Her breasts were undoubtedly swelling. Larger, fatter, bigger, huger, ENORMOUSLY. The trailer started to rumble with the quaking breasts. She watched one of the candles on the table from the ceremony strafe across the tabletop to the precarious edge. The trailer creaked and groaned as it reverberated with a delay to each surge of expansion. 

Houses were crushed under breast. It didn't MATTER. This feeling! This freedom. This joy! 

Samantha had her head tilted back, eyes open but unseeing as she kneaded her massive tits as hard as she could. Grow! GROW!

No no no no no no no no no no no wait UP!! Samantha gave it her best effort, she really did. She simply couldn't build the dam high enough to block the torrent of electricity. The blocks came crashing down as soon as she built them, and soon there were no more bricks for the wall.

Something snapped in her. She was lost to the cause. Everything be damned. This was an end to her miserable months. 

She reached over and punched Dan who had managed to continue sleeping. She had done a good job last night! He woke groggily and she screamed incoherently at him. “I grow instead I can't but yes! Oh please. Sorry. It is! Dan! Pantookas! Ceiling!”

Dan, startled, looked at the ceiling in understandable confusion. He seemed to understand however that the shaking was not a rare East Coast earthquake but something much sexier. “Shouldn't you be stopping??” he yelled over the din of rattling trailer. 

“I just told you I can't!”

“You did??”

“Not now!! I'm getting HUGE. There's nothing I can do! Let's get busy!”

“Ok! But first we should call Juli, she's still at the camp right, as in, right in front of you.”

“Oh, shit, yeah. Do that. Be quick! Then DO ME!”

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Juliana blinked as she listened to Dan’s voice very calmly telling her that she needed to vacate the premises.  That certainly explained the tremors they were starting to get.

She wasn’t entirely surprised that this day had come. The way her friend had been growing her whole life. If the positions had been swapped, what would Juliana do? She’d be bigger than Sam was! Juliana thought defiantly. Samantha was a slacker!

Juliana cracked a wistful smile and placed the phone back in its cradle. It seemed like her job had to start a little earlier than usual today. She donned her ranger uniform and carefully twisted the hat on to make herself appear at her most officious. Convincing a park full of people was going to be work. 

She rapped on cabin doors and hollered at a few tents as she made her way to the ranger’s office to have a chat with the park staff. She wondered if she could convince anyone to go as far as Canada. She couldn’t decide if that was too far…or not far enough.

The meeting went well, and everyone listened to her with wide eyes as she explained the situation. As she had expected a fair amount of people weren't surprised at all. They had been feeling that eventually Samantha's growth would land a ton of tit on their doorstep. Tonight was the night, evidently. 

The goliath breasts could be seen over the tops of the trees. Of course they could. Their magnificent abundance reached airplane heights of impossibility. However, the earth was rumbling ominously, and you could almost watch them growing closer...closer...time to go!

Juliana marched out to her sector of the campground that she was responsible for and began collecting the souls there for another speech. This was a pain. She wanted to see how big Samantha got! I was in the wrong profession, she thought, as she directed people like cattle. I should have been in Dan’s line of work.

She laughed inwardly. If only she had gotten to the overly, overly buxom girl first! Measure with her tongue, indeed! As a physics major, she would use the scientific method, and do it at least three times.

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It was well into the inky morning when Samantha felt her right breast encounter West Valley camping grounds. It was the only thing in that direction after the suburbs. She greatly mourned the lack of a web stream to view this moment.  Dan was doing unmentionable things that only inflamed her passion, and it was a historic, symbolic moment for her, and she closed her eyes to relish it.

The trailer was rocking, and the very earth purred with her growth. She was bigger than a city now. Much bigger. Each tit had to be a city-sized colossus now. She mentally felt along her enormity, like she would if something touched her leg, or a blanket wrapped around your body.

The trailer park was gone. Where she had been raised. The great circle of trees that she had always destroyed getting into and out of the campground were really done for now. Flattened and lost for all eternity. She had settled the pond issue once and for all. There was a lone trailer, or at least, something that once was a trailer. It resembled mulch more so now. Her home of close to a decade. 

She looked around at the trailer she was in. Once upon a time that trailer fit into that park quite comfortably. All those years of growing and getting bigger. Enlarging before the wide open eyes of her peers! Day after day, another inch. And then a daily double. Triple. Bra number one through bra number…something obscene. 

The beach was not gone, nor was it under bust. It had been one of her first “dates” with Dan, before they knew they were a couple. He got her ice cream. It was at the wrong angle, being off somewhere to the left of where she currently resided, and a right angle from where her breasts were facing. Nonetheless, she had exacted her own form of acknowledgment by smothering all the connecting roads. She had isolated the lush resort with the protuberance of breast. 

The gardens were most certainly gone. There was no fitting into the walking path she had enjoyed in her youth. Had it really been only months since she had last squeezed herself into that far too narrow area to reminisce? That creek was swallowed up, and her tree was in smithereens. The location where Dan and she had come into their blossoming understanding of one another. They could never visit that place again. Not in a sad way. Now it was a part of her forever. She was ALWAYS visiting! It didn't exist separately from her anymore. Also, she had taken out the flowers after all. That was satisfying.

The farm. That was ALREADY gone. She had done a pretty good job of that the first time. Samantha pulled up the video on her laptop for the umpteenth time and enjoyed the view once again. Dan was watching with her now, as she gave him her ministrations. Goodness, she was TINY in the video! Like destroying a barn was anything to be proud of. Please. She’d do it by accident these days, and if she wasn’t paying attention, she’d miss the event entirely. Still, the memory of that, and with Dan inside the house. It was a memory buried under boob now.

That brought her to the camping grounds. The last vacation when she had mobility throughout the entire duration. What fun that had been. Dan and herself each playing with her tits and getting aroused with nature. She’d smother the whole camp in a matter of moments, now. She felt it happen as trees parted faster and faster, as bust met the Yucati again, and overflowed it again. She filled the entire lake with the merest of difficulty. Once she had been worried about raising the water level! Now the lake had to struggle to survive her enormity! She wondered if she would crush the caves again. No one had ever come visiting her about that, after all. Oh well, it scarcely mattered now. Goodbye!

The campground where she had met Juliana, her curious friend. Only the second person she could truly attribute that label to. She hoped the ranger girl was alright. She had just ensured the poor girl was out of a job. Oops. Still, she had gotten a warning at least! That's what friends do. They warn you before they squash you with their tits. By this definition, Samantha was an excellent friend indeed. Poor Juliana!

Culpopa Community College. Now that was a memory she didn’t particularly care to hug to her bosom! Not that she had hated it, but…ugh, school. At least the engineering building was gone. That made herself, and she suspected many more, very happy. Ooooh, and the football stadium. Long gone now. It had been so long since she could measure herself with a mere 100 yards!  

The carnival. That ship was long gone. Also, closest to her. Her first time with Dan. She wondered if that had any cosmic significance or if that was just happy coincidence. She had never visited the Carnaval when it was still standing. It was before her time, and not meant for her bust size. She could have been one of the freaks in the performance, though! Her act could have consisted of breaking stuff with her outrageous and ever-expanding chest. What fun that could have been! Come one, come all! 

The city. The whole freaking city. The skyline she had seen her entire life. The streets and shops she had visited as a young girl. The buildings were mashed under her enormous weight. A civilization in the cradle of her bosom.

Samantha could feel the universe. At least, that’s what it felt like. Her universe. Everywhere she had ever been. A Monville resident her entire life. Her breasts had swallowed the whole thing up, like a collection. 

And still she grew. And still she was unsatisfied with being this small! Now that she was this big, she wanted bigger. More. A driving desire behind her whole life. How could anybody reasonably expect her to stop pursuing her dream now?

The electricity was driving her mad as she expanded. As she swelled fuller and fuller into a figure she could truly be proud of. As she and Dan continued their consummating task, their hot bodies entwined, both mashed against her voluminous chest. The earth shook with their delight, and still Samantha grew. 

Henceforth, everything she felt would be places and things her breasts had seen, but she had never. Oh the places her teats would go! Beyond the outskirts of everything she knew into the dangerous unknown.

All waiting to be crushed. 

She stroked as pitifully little of her chest as she could reach. “Grow bigger for me, my babies. Never stop.” It truly felt like they never would.

She could feel further than ever now. The farms outside the city limits. She could feel rows and rows of corn being trampled. The stiff stems gave her surprising firm resistance, all the more to her excitement! She was a monster! Crop circles? Nah, destroy the whole darn thing! 

She could feel coastal lakes and ponds. Miles of interconnected highway, rough and coarse. She could almost hear all of the streetlights making that awful, wonderful, delightful pinging sound as they were uprooted one by one. Ah, how many times had she heard that noise before!

She had felt the tops of her breasts were noticeably colder than the rest of her chest, but that was becoming less pronounced. The night clouds tickled her breasts about two thirds the way up. I’ve outgrown the clouds, she thought with relish. Breasts in the clouds. She was going to have to use that. Their wispy and deliciously cold moisture trickled across her skin, leaving trails of pleasure.

Oh no! Did that mean she wouldn’t get rained on anymore? No clouds would exist over the top of her chest. She frowned in the darkness. Well. Clearly, the Earth was too small for her after all. Not even a raindrop for her breasts, even when she was still this tiny.  

At least there were still bodies of water to arouse her. She could feel an increasingly large amount of the Yucati River, as it met the resistance of her breast and had to swell around her. Everything was being flooded just before it got smooshed for good. 

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George liked to sleep. George liked peace and quiet. George was very unhappy to be woken from his slumber well before his shift was scheduled to start. That was exactly what the attendant did, in rather a panicked hurry. “Come quickly! Earthquakes are hitting the dam!”

George grumbled, but that certainly got his attention. Earthquakes on the east coast? That was disturbing, but his beauty should hold up. He was part of the constant watch at the Yucati Hydroelectric Power Dam facility, circa 1977. The lady had seen worse, that was for sure. This was precisely the sort of reason the watch was kept at the facility, in case of emergencies, although it was more of a formality in this day and age of dam building techniques. It'd take a real blow to knock her down. 

He felt the trembling himself now that he was awake, and did begrudgingly admit it was cause for worry. It was quite a lot, and excessive. Wait, weren’t earthquakes only supposed to last a little while? He had been up a minute already, and it was still going strong. Add that to fact that the rumblings must have started earlier enough for the assistant to come and rouse him…this wasn’t right. He got up and jumped into his clothes before striding through the rest of the facility. 

His routine inspection told him so far so good. Nothing in a state of emergency in here. Time to get to the bottom of this, for the shaking was still going strong, perhaps stronger. He made his way to the top of the dam area, at some 1,400 feet elevation above the lower area of the dam. Wandering outside, he noticed nothing immediately out of the ordinary. The waters were rippling, though. This whole ordeal was strange. He didn't like it one bit. Who the hell was trying to shake his dam loose?

Glancing over the tall edge of the dam, he halfheartedly checked for cracks. That was a joke, for himself. If THAT ever happened, boy was everybody in trouble! Still, he was glad to see none. 

What he saw instead was lost on him. There was a shape moving in the ink of night. The moonlight and the stars showed the pale form quite clearly, though. He just had no idea what that was. What was so enormous? And it was getting closer. It was too big. Searching the sky for answers, he saw its twin in the distance, and his mouth fell open with the realization. 

Two giant orbs were quickly approaching, looming larger and larger by the second, in time with all of the earthquakes. There was only one explanation. THAT SAMANTHA WOMAN WAS GOING TO WRECK HIS DAM, DAMMIT. NEVER! She had her way with Monville. Not here! She'd be here in a few minutes, by the looks of things. He turned up his hard hat combatively and marched into the bowels of the structure, dialing up his superiors. Then they dialed up their superiors. He had no idea how far the chain went, and he waited impatiently for word on what he was supposed to do. Finally the phone rang. 

“Hello?” George answered, trying to stay civil. 

“We suggest you evacuate the dam immediately.”

“………………………No. NO. What are you saying? MY dam? You’re going to let it be destroyed? My father helped build this place!”

“It can’t be helped. I’m sorry.”

George slammed the phone down in a huff. What was he to do? He looked at the intercom station and sighed. Maybe it wouldn’t come to anything, he thought hopefully. Maybe she’ll stop! Yeah! Let’s just get everyone out of here…just in case…

He made the announcement and climbed his way back to the top of the dam. He would be the only one left. 

He watched the massive breasts approach. They had closed the distance a lot faster than he had anticipated! He was regretting his decision immediately. Even at elevated on the dam, he had to stare far upwards to see the towering nipple. Holllllllly cow. 

That cow! The hell did she need tits this big for? Most women got along just fine with their much, much smaller ones. This was just greed. On the other hand, the practical applications for this dam were numerous. Electricity and water flood control and jobs. 

The milky white tits kept ballooning into his field of vision. He watched the ground far below and the plains of Monville vanish like nothing as they rapidly grew larger. The river flowing out of the dam was piling up against the woman. A torrent of water being shoved aside effortlessly, flung out of the gutter because it had nowhere else to go. The lands beneath were flooding and still the damnable girl grew closer and closer.

The shakes were becoming obnoxious, and he was getting legitimately worried about the structural integrity of his building. Not to mention the astronomical tits that were about to ram his love. 

Cracks were forming on the enormous concrete face of the dam because of all the shaking, which were at outrageous levels now. He had always thought the dam was enormous, but when he was looking at its opponent…it was an unfair fight. The dam was going to be demolished. He ran off the dam to the fields on either side and distanced himself from the wall of tit.

BOOM! Breast met dam and cliff face, and the breast was winning in a landslide. Though the dam held the initial brunt of the battering breast, Samantha’s growth was completely undeterred. She spilled over the top and all around the cliff face and just kept swelling. The view was so enticing, George wanted to go and touch that huge soft pillow. 

The enormous splintering of concrete George heard would haunt his dreams in the years to come. CRACK. The Dam was blasted to smithereens and the water…that water didn’t move. George stared. She…She was the dam, now! The water wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, since she was still blowing up, the water was actually being beaten back. There simply was no way the water was going to get around her preposterous bosom!

George nearly felt a tear in his eye. Bless her.


Her breast instantly started to overtake the higher ground. The shelf of land was not any more of a deterrence than the dam had been, or a blade of grass. It didn't even reach her areola, which was far, far above.

She mushroomed right over and her growth continued. The dam was gone. Now she was the raising flood. Her breast continued to swell fatter, pushing into the reserve behind the dam, blasting waves of water backwards. The water had nowhere to go except gush out of the repertoire, but it couldn’t escape her prodigious girth to the sides, either. All that water and land were being blown away by her awesome size.

It was beautiful in a way. He stared as long as he could, and fled into the night.

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The dam was gone. That had been an exhilarating experience! She had felt herself collide with something unexpectedly sturdy, and it had HURT. It was just tall enough to be a pain, and solid too. Her breasts were growing so fast that being halted like that…ouch! Like stubbing your toe. Samantha ground her teeth. It was a good sensation, actually. Fierce and intense, just the way she liked it. Way too short, though. 

The other sensations, though, were more than enough. She could feel the air whipping past as she grew into air resistance. She could feel clouds, less than halfway up her bust now, being parted. It tickled the bottom area of areola, which she assumed must be a ridiculous size now. I remember when I had areola the size of a quarter, Samantha giggled. 

It would be a good contest question. How many quarters would it take to fill one of my areola, she thought. Ding ding, trick question! She's still growing! 

The flip side to bursting the dam was that it was suddenly replaced by gallons and gallons of cool, cool water nuzzling against her breast exquisitely. Samantha bit her lip to prevent herself from crying aloud and deafening Dan.

The sun hadn't even risen yet, but she was blowing up so DAMN FAST! Faster than ever before, even proportionally. It wasn't even close! The jubilation she felt was unparalleled by anything, ever. Trees, roads, she could feel them like SPECKS! Forests were like bristly carpets to her breasts, immediately smoothed flat by the ton upon ton upon ton of tit. While the sensations themselves never shrank, she could feel all of the trees, the trees themselves felt smaller and smaller as she inflated like a balloon.

Dan was spent. She had helped him out of his shorts so many times already this morning that he was in a daze, laying across her chest. Just where she wanted him. She could feel his hot breath and his soft, scratchy hair. He was reclined comfortably, breathing fast and hard upon her stupendous left mam. His face was flush. That didn’t mean her fun had to stop. She leaned forward and walked her hands across his feet, up his legs, right to the middle. His whole body stiffened as well at her firm touch.

The air did feel wonderful, though. It was thin at the top. She could feel the gradient of pressure being exerted on her. The tops of her breasts were in the heavens, and the bottoms were still terrestrial bound. 

Both of her tits were having independent sensations now. They were experiencing different terrain, and different entire freaking places. One was traveling northwest, and the other southwest. The differences would only grow from here on out, she thought, just as I grow! The weathers, the terrain, I wonder what else?

The right breast encountered forests. The left breast...a TOWN! Whoops. She was that size already. It was nothing like Monville. Not only did it not have the concrete superstructures she had demolished, but it was far smaller. It wouldn't last a few minutes. Suddenly the fringe swell of her right breast ALSO encountered a town. So small! The periphery of her breast could handle this one!

She kissed Dan in a daze of her own. “I can feel myself simultaneous crushing TWO TOWNS right now. How HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE does that make me? Oops, whatever you answer was going to be, I'm even BIGGER now!”

The sun was starting to rise.

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Bentley Harrison was a mountain man, through and through. Slender figured, wearing casual but highly practical clothing, and an enormous appreciation for the natural world. He was a nature photographer of the most dedicated sense, setting up “photo shoots” and time lapse shots for days and weeks on end. The particular stint he was on had been running for some time now. He was operating four separate cameras on each cardinal direction of the mountain he was camping on. The purpose of this was to create an enormous panorama of the mountain peak's view that lasted for days. 

He was a firm believer that it was truly impossible to capture nature's beauty, but he tried to do what he could in order to share as much of his love as possible with others who couldn't make the trips that he did. This panorama shot was going to be his coup de grace, an authentic mountain view from one of his favorite spots on earth. Although lacking in smells and edibles, the video would contain enough scope for the two possible senses that it might just entice a few minds, reach a few people, and share the beauty. Bentley was a big believer in the higher power of nature's artistic sense. 

He had woken up early that morning to tremors. These tremors had continued, strengthening through the morning, and causing him great distress. They were going to ruin his shot! They might shake loose something that knocks over the cameras, but it was more than that. This was an event that happened to the entire natural ecosystem. Birds would flee, bears would stop roaming, and this would completely interrupt the natural flow of the very scenes he was trying to capture. He didn't want eventful! He wanted nature in all of its...NATURAL beauty! 

Although, earthquakes were natural. Still could be good footage. Roll with the punches.  

He would definitely need to check all of his cameras again just to make sure they were safe. Not that he minded that part a bit. Hiking around was one of his favorite things, after all. His camp was on the west side of the mountain so he could see the sunset before it got too dark to do any wandering around. He would wake up before sunrise to go and see it from the east size, but he might be a bit late this time, since the sky was already lightening and he had camera maintenance to perform. He should check the western camera first, since it was the closest. If there was something wrong with it, he needed to be addressed as soon as possible. He might have to start over his project, even though he had already captured two days. Not the end of the world, it gave him an excuse to camp longer, although he had to worry about the rations that he had brought with him. He had planned for extra days, of course, but then he would be cutting it close if an accident of some sort did occur. 

The sky was starting to get light, signaling the dawn. That was fine, it would help him find his cameras better. He had left several innocuous trail signals to help him find them around the mountain peak, but being able to see certainly helped! Still the earth tremors continued. Were they getting more pronounced still? That was amazing. What could be causing this? Earthquakes were only supposed to last minutes, if not only a few moments. How long had this been going? Since he woke up at least.

It was as he had feared though, birds were calling out in frustration, skyrocketing off into the early morning sky as they were disquieted by the unusual earth shifting. At least he got that on film, he thought optimistically. Bird emergency patterns. There surely was a use for that footage somewhere! Maybe. Well, he had it nonetheless so might as well be happy with it! 

The lightness of dawn was taking an unexpectedly long time to strengthen, especially for a mountain top.  It was still very dark. He found the western camera intact and performing well. At least that was something, he thought cheerfully. The north facing camera was in kind of a funny spot so he would save it for last. That means he should go in a counterclockwise direction around the mountain, and check out the southern camera first. He made the trek through the disquieted woods, abuzz with activity and ground shaking. 

He slowly wound around the mountain top and...something wasn't right at all. Where the sun was coming up, the horizon, it had totally changed! There was something unbelievably enormous in plain view, two humps, off in the distance where there shouldn't have been anything. Weird. What was going on over there? Some sort of world's biggest balloon thing? He would have to inquire when he got back to town. 

He checked the southern camera and found nothing out of order, despite the strengthening tremors. He started making his way to the eastern camera and did a double take. The horizon balloons were either a lot closer than he had thought, or unbelievably large. He stopped and stared, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. His eyes had to be playing tricks on him. He was on a mountain top, nothing could be that large. An optical illusion of some sort. He certainly hoped the eastern camera was getting all this. His shot had already been ruined by all the activity, so maybe he could catch something really weird! What the heck was going on? 

As he made his way east, he stared at the enormous shadowy figures as they slowly illuminated. They weren't just huge, they were UNBELIEVABLY GIGANTIC. Several things dawned on him as the sun continued to rise and illuminated the eastern valley. They were getting closer. Really, really fast. They were blotting out the rising sun, and faster than the sun was rising. It was getting darker on the mountain, if anything. They were resting on the fields in the distance. Bigger than anything he had ever seen. 

None of this made any sense. He didn't know what to think. Was he going crazy? Was the world going crazy? What WAS it? I don't understand anything, he thought. The shapes continued to get closer, larger, closer and larger, closer, LARGER. It simply wasn't possible for something to be that big!

The sun had risen enough that even in the shadow of these monstrous balloons, the sun was reflecting off the surfaces of the land and permeating the sky enough, he could see. Breasts. Unbelievably gigantic breasts. Way taller than the mountain he was on, or any of the surrounding mountains. And, now with the light enhancing his depth perception, extremely far off. That wasn't possible, was it? If they were that far...no, they couldn't be that large. Something was wrong. 

Bentley Harrison made the connection, though. He wasn't just imagining things. This had something to do with that Samantha girl with the unimaginably large breasts. He had definitely heard the stories, and it had intrigued him. The world’s greatest mountains! Fleshy, wondrous, female mountains. And they were certainly natural, he had joked to himself on many an occasion. Could have been great fun. But then she had continued to get so large that even he wouldn't be able to climb her. He had fantasized about THAT view many times, and seen the videos. It had enthralled him, and particularly inspired his panorama wildlife documentation. 

He had never seen her though. Had she really gotten that large? What was she doing here? How the hell could she even move? It didn't seem possible but the evidence was right in front of him, obviously making him wrong in some fashion. 

That was awesome! He saw the giant breast girl. That was certainly something he hadn't expected to do today. The monstrous feminine balloons were certainly very pleasing to look at. Enormous in scale, but also very well proportioned. The peaks obviously reached way up into the sky, as he had read and seen, but the curvature of the slopes was truly beautifully symmetrical and aesthetically pleasing.  Under their own weight, undoubtedly tremendous, they smoothed against the ground heavily, but didn't lose their gorgeous shape. If an enormously giant woman had been attached to them, he had no doubt they would have retained that perfect teardrop shape. Of course, only the frontal globes of Samantha had blown up so perfectly in proportion. The girl herself was purported to be perfectly normal in size, if a little taller than the average woman, but nothing out of the ordinary.   

The areolas were nicely proportioned, he thought. Samantha's were a little large compared to the rest of her chest. Bentley had dated a woman with really massive areola, and he had appreciated their strong visual effect. They're quite nice looking, he thought. They haloed her beautifully protuberant nipples wonderfully. Hm. Samantha's might be a LITTLE too big for him, from a practicality standpoint. He couldn't imagine a nipple so big that he could hug it. Yet she was so FAR beyond that, wasn't she? From this distance he could almost imagine sucking on them, they were so ripe and magnificent. Then he factored in the height of the surrounding mountains proportional to those womanly appendages in the distance, and he was quick to realize he wouldn't be able to reach them, even from his mountain top. 

Still, they were coming closer, the two perfect orbs. The fields they were on were disappearing...and the breasts continued to loom larger. There were a few clouds in the sky and he couldn’t quite tell but they didn't reach her nipples at all. They were only about an eighth of the way up. That couldn't be right. Optical illusions or something. But they were getting bigger as they got closer. Certainly still a ways off. Weren't they? 

THIS was what was causing all the tremors! Now it all made sense. The balloon-breasted beauty was going hiking in his neck of the woods, and causing disaster wherever she went. Well, at least she was out and about enjoying the weather, can't fault her for that. Although Bentley had thought she had been immobilized. It had been a big dramatic piece in the news for a while. Hm. There was a lot of things going on here that he obviously didn't understand.

Wait! There was a fox family on the path. Momma was desperately trying to rouse her extremely young cubs in an effort to flee the weird tremors that they didn't understand. Usually nocturnal animals, it made sense that these creatures had just been up all night and trying to find their good night’s(day’s?) sleep. Mom was sensing danger though, but the cubs were obstinately sleeping. She couldn't carry them all in her mouth but she kept picking them and trying to stir them.  

Bentley watched the scene with fascination, it was so vividly natural, a struggle between life and death. He wandered carefully around the scene and crouched behind a tree as he observed the furry denizens of the woods, and he took out his pocket camera. Magnificent instinctive behavior on the part of the mother, typical human indiscipline in the cubs. Finally the cubs and mother fox left and Bentley had nothing more to watch. He turned around back west and dropped his jaw.

The shudders had grown more pronounced in the time he had watch the fox family, but it had become a regular interval, almost lulling despite their ferocity. Like waves on a boat he had become accustomed to them in the short time. It had made him very oblivious. 

If he looked up, breast was towering above him. The ground portion of the breast hadn't reached him yet, but the bulbous front of the breast curvature protruded far above him. The areola he had so admired was stretched so humongous he figured several cities could have been built upon its stupendous girth alone. It was like a movie, so mind boggling you simply had to accept it. Even on his mountain top, he wasn't even close to the areola. It might start at the cloud level now. It might start even HIGHER than the clouds. How did this girl get so damn BIG? What the heck was going on??

If he looked straight up he could see the leading edge of the breast slowly slide closer and closer to him. It was like looking straight up at a cliff face, if said cliff looked soft and inviting and was unmistakably erotic. Also, it was a cliff upon a cliff, considering that he was already standing on a mountain top. Oh, why even bother quantifying this. It didn't matter, he SAW it.  That leading edge was going to swell over his head very soon, wasn't it? Then he would be the ant in the shadow of the ball, ready to be crushed. It was definitely progressing, looming larger and larger, and the ground shaking with even greater anger. 

That nipple that had fascinated him so, earlier. He was transfixed by the base of the enormous leading lady lump. It was like looking at a woman's tit up close, despite being so far away. The crinkles and texture were clearly visible on the dark red protuberance majestically standing guard over the mountain he was standing up. If he wasn't already in the shadow of the colossal bulk behind the meaty marker, he had no doubt that the weighty nipple would eclipse the sun for him all on its own. It extended so far over him and beyond his mountain that he could no longer see the actual tip. An entire mountain range width was contained between the distance between her nipple tip and her areola base. A truly mountainous nipple. So often used in hyperbole, but now the word was too small!

He had once considered hanging his clothes on Ashley's nipples. He had truly thought that would have been the most erotica thing he could do. She had large bumps on the face of her decent sized breasts and he had loved every millimeter of their surface numerous times during their relationship that time ago. These! Samantha's were ridiculous! You could put entire clotheslines up and never do them justice. You could hang the earth off of them and their stiff girth.

There was a location he had wanted to visit for a long time, an enormous chasm and cave in the ground in Mexico. The Cave of Swallows. Thus named for the many, many roosts of swallows that called the caves their home. Mornings and evenings you could see the thousands of birds flocking to and from their nests. The cave was around 330 meters wide and was so large that skyscrapers could be fit inside the tremendous cavernous shaft. Thrill seekers dove down the shaft to the bottom, freefalling until parachute distance, and had to be winched back up. A great big hole in the ground, teeming with wildlife and mystery and just the kind of thing Bentley Harrison would be interested in. He had loved visiting that region. Standing on the edge of that massive hole and peering down into the darkness had sent shivers of awe running up his spine and prickling his neck. The exotic Earth. It was different from looking off a mountain cliff. You could see a very well definitely, enormous thing. It scaled itself, depth perception wise, because it was right next to you. Instead of being scenery, you could see just how large it was because you could see the other side and only sit in wonder of where the bottom was. 

Samantha's nipple could never fit in that cave. If the young girl had somehow managed to try, her nipple would be larger than that entire cave. Far, far, far larger. She couldn't even get the tip of it in. The ground, the whole area would have been torn up and demolished under her enormous teat tip, and still the cave would not be big enough. That was the only cylindrical (sort of) frame of reference he could find that he could compare their circumference with, and it was woefully inadequate.

She would need one of those undersea chasms that we know exist, he thought, but couldn't go down far enough to see.      

The sound was deafening now. The crunching and smashing of trees. Entire forests being leveled at once. But what he was seeing was far more pressing. The breast was absolutely titanic. He couldn't see the other one now. This single teat filled the entire expanse of horizon, so vast and fat and unimaginably huge it was all he could see. It not only filled the fields before the mountain range, it did so effortlessly. As he ogled, he saw Samantha tit swell into the valley of the mountains a way in front of his own. The mountain peaks on either side of the family stood for but a moment before the pliant but springy breast exerted enough pressure on them and blasted them out of the way, leveling the first few mountains without any preamble. More bosom poured into the valley, inching closer and closer to the mountain he was on.

It was too late to get off this mountain. Far too late. It was a several day hike to get up here. Climbing down, while easier, was still going to be a long process, even if you did unsafely. His fate was going to be the fate of the mountain peak he was on, unless by the mercy of the goddess he survived. After seeing the other ridges crumble like corn chips under a shoe, he was considerably certain that the same demise was in store for him.

It was a strange peace, watching the enormous slabs of tit approach him. The other breast had long since been eclipsed by this nearest breast. He could only see the one stretching into all directions, clouding out the sky, swallowing up the mountain valley and mountains, blocking out the sun, slowly stretching across the orange tinted sky. It was a peaceful place that he loved to be. Another mountain crumbled away to the oncoming Samantha.

The most recently occurring, and also by far the greatest mountains on Earth.

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“Dan...,” Samantha whispered, “Where is the nearest mountain?”

“I dunno,” he gasped, “pretty far. Why?”

“Because I just bumped them! I'M TITFUCKING THE WHOLE STATE!” she shrieked. 

“Look!” She continued frantically. “You know that joke where you stand on one spot and reach your hand across a time zone so parts of your body are at different times? Look, look! My boobs are in different time zones!” Then she made a face. “If I was growing in the other direction, my breasts would have been in the future. That’s much cooler. Who wants breasts in the past? Or…historic breasts! There we go. You’ve got to put the right spin on it.”

Samantha was well aware of the vastness of her chest, as she had been for years. They had always consumed an enormous amount of real estate, only now had it been so literal. The preposterous volume of feminine breast created quite a lot of surface area, and forward projection. She had delighted in “forward projection” for as long as she could remember. The idea that she could be standing in one spot, and her tits reaching into the next. There was a time when she could stand still, a foot away from the wall, and feel her nipples scratching against the coarseness of the plaster wall. Soon, one foot had not been enough, because standing so close caused her tremendous assets to mound up bountifully against the wall. Soon after that, standing so close was not only uncomfortable, but physically impossible, such was the great abundance of breast protruding from her chest. 

The days where she could stand in one room and her nipples where in a different room entirely. The idea that her breasts consumed so much space that it was ridiculous. Nipple to mouth measurements exceeded rulers and yard sticks. Graduating through each increment had been a real pleasure, and now she was measured in states. The mountains she felt on the forefronts of her chest, this was the wall she had once pressed herself upon. 

She hoped she would soon graduate from states as well. 

She was also conscious of the rest of her chest. Between Samantha and her nipples, from the coast to the mountains, an entire state's worth of sensations lay in wait underneath her all-encompassing bosom. Valleys and hills, rivers, the remains of the dam, campgrounds, cities, towns, cars on the highway, an entire civilization. Smashed to bits by her growth!

But there were even weather patterns swirling about her enormous tracts of feminine land. There were areas where her breasts felt colder, and others warmer. There were the drops of the early morning dew in one space, weather ready for a brisk walk, and in other spots the dry morning heat, where the area retained the heat from the past day. 

Then there were elevation differences. The bottom of her breasts, with all the varied textures of the land scratching across their underbellies as her behemoths continued to expand at an alarming rate, to the open aired, limitless sky she grew upwards into. Frost kept forming on the miles of breast that reached up so far away from her and the earth. The atmosphere was so thin and cold that her breasts lay under constant siege. The ice layer kept cracking as she continued to expand bigger and bigger, each growth spurt shattering the ice and daring it to even bother reforming on her hot skin. 

“I...I think I might be in SPACE! Dan. DAN. Your wife. Her tits. They. Are. Astronauts!”

“That might be the hottest thing I've ever heard. You know, I had fantasies about your tits in space.”

She grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him into her. “...Come here and share them at once!”

She screamed into the early hours, hauling Dan to her bosom, and never for a moment intending to let him go. Or even let him up for air, if she could help it!

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The dawn brigade of the Pentagon was in uproar. The essential personnel that had manned the facility all night were wading in an ocean of alerts, warnings, frantic pleas for help, phones rattling off the hook, and cell phones refusing to silence. Calls were taken, calls were made, and all sorts of big wigs were roused from their bed chambers to hurriedly assemble in the depths of the government building and determine a course of action. Admittedly, there hadn't really been an established protocol for attack of the giant tits. 

What to do with Samantha had been a decision that had lagged far behind the times. In the nature of such bureaucracy, whenever the next Samantha emergency arrived, they were inevitably only deciding on how to go about fixing the last one. In the wake of the Monville incident, the government had still been reeling, having had quite enough on its plate already, thank you very much. Now, Samantha had given them seconds, thirds, fourths, and tenths, all in the span of moments, and it was clear to all those assembled in the early hours that they would need to somewhat expedite this process.  

Five officials sat in the conference room in varying states of dress and clean shaven-ness, as emergency trumped good form. There were plenty more on the way, there were always more where upper echelons came from, but for now these five would have to suffice. They were in a heated discussion.

“People are dying!” A stocky woman at the end of the table spat. “There is no alternative, no questions to be asked. We all know what must be done!” She appeared to be the most well-dressed of the group, military attire and professional attitude. 

“I'm inclined to agree with her,” the lanky, tweedy man in the corner drawled. “Standing around is going to accomplish nothing.”

“I can't say I ever expected to pass judgment on a girl on account of her breasts getting too big,” spoke the smallest man in the room, a foot shorter than the others and all sorts of disheveled. “Don't you think this is all a little ridiculous? We are going to kill an American citizen?” 

Lanky and stocky both goggled at him. “What difference does that make?” the woman roared. 

“People are actually losing their homes and their LIVES. We don't have time to appreciate novelty,” the lanky man said with contempt. 

“But it's not her fault!” The short man cried. “She's not doing it on purpose! We have uses for her yet. We can't undo what she has already done. But if we can somehow stop her...”

“How!?” the fourth man demanded, speaking for the first time. His piercing blue eyes studied the little man.

“I don't know,” he admitted, “but there's no sense in killing her too.”

“Sense?” the stocky woman belted out. “To save our country. What more sense on god's earth do you need?!”

“Actually, Cunningham has a point,” General Scopes remarked quietly. “We don't gain anything by killing her now. What has happened today has already happened. But her, we can still save her.”

The other four in the room gave an about face and stared at him. 

“General,” the lanky man sputtered, “you can't be serious. Action needs to be taken immediately. Who knows how long it might take until we can come up with a satisfactory alternative. In the meantime she grows into the next state!”

“Her bra cups runneth over,” the fourth man said morosely.

“Oh, shut up,” Cunningham said bitterly. “All I'm saying is that we are throwing away a chance to study something that has never happened before.”

“Autopsies are particularly effective,” the lanky man remarked blandly.

“We need to do something. NOW. Arguing with you guys is useless. We decide. NOW. All in favor of dispatching her?” the stocky woman asked the group.

Three hands went up, and Cunningham and Scopes looked at one another and their unraised hands, and sighed.  

“Let's go!” the lady barked, all business.

“I'm glad you're so eager to send an innocent girl to her death,” the third man said sourly. 

“Protect the nation,” the tall man corrected him.

The General said nothing as they wandered down the halls. Samantha HAD been warned, after all. There really wasn't much else you could expect from this group. 

Down a beige hall from the conference room was the legendary room in all the movies. The Command Center. The group plodded through the door silently into the sound proofed room and met a full task force of computer operators and communicators waiting for them. The full alert of the nation meant that this room was fully stocked both with personnel and a full amenity of emergency provisions. 

The president was on the screen in one corner, having been forced to assume his responsibilities even though it was so early in the morning. One of the men in the room had taken the responsibility of briefing him on the events of the morning, and their concerns. The president seemed to be taking the news in stride, if only a little visibly flabbergasted. He saw the five enter the room and gave them his full attention. “Well, what is your advisement?” he asked, gravely. 

Every face in the room was waiting on their decision. The stocky lady that had taken charge of the group of very important people cleared her throat and made her announcement. “We are forced to eliminate the threat to national security,” she stated boldly. “We have decided that, while it is an unsavory deed, there is no acceptable alternative to this course of action. We apologize to Ms. Duq- ah, Mrs. Peppers, but the safety of this country comes first.”

Several of the faces looked stricken. Others were grim and uncompromising. Scopes also noted a few heads nodding with understanding.

Well, at least it wasn't being taken lightly, he thought to himself. That's nice.

The president grimaced and then gave a hefty sigh. “That was our decision too. I will not shy away from what must be done, but I was sincerely hoping you'd have an alternative for me.” He paused. “Very well. I hereby give the command to execute the order we just discussed.”

This apparently meant something to the rest of the room, and all the workers scrambled at once to pay heed to their orders. It probably consisted of contacting the nearest military base that had aircraft capability and sending a few jets Samantha's way in order to decimate the trailer and all of its contents. The breasts would be far too big to destroy, but they only needed to get to the tiny human attached.

“Mr. President, sir, the order codes, please,” one man said, near the front of the room. The president consulted something off screen and turned to speak to the camera. 

The camera feed went black.

All around the room, almost simultaneously, computers started to moan and scream alerts, flash red with warnings like a strobe light, and every able person jumped into action.

“What's going on?”

“I don't know!”

“Mr. President. Come in, Mr. President. Can you hear me, sir?”

“My terminal lost its connection!”

“Mine too. What the HELL?”

“I can't get help, the line is dead.”

“THE BLAST DOOR! IT'S CLOSING!”

“Hurry! Stop it!”

“WE...WE CAN'T!”

Thud. The giant metal slab clamped shut, barring the only entrance and exit into the command room. 

“Are... are we trapped? How come none of the computers or phones are working?”

“Wireless doesn't work in here, stupid. Your cell phone is useless too.”

“What can we do?”

“Investigate, obviously!”

The room was in chaos, but completely isolated.

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The train sat on its tracks, idling in the station. The sun was rising, officially, but for some reason it wasn't on Express 406. On any other given day in human history, it almost certainly would have by now. The train driver thought it was peculiar, but considering it had very little to do with his engines or course, it didn't much matter in the end.

It certainly mattered to Monsieur Poirot. This was his vacation voyage, and he had expected to witness every moment he could. He reached into his pocket for his fob watch and with a simple practiced moment, flipped it open so he could read the numerals within. The sun was late. What to make of that? Slowly the train started up. As promised, it was leaving at daybreak.

He stared out the window with growing impatience. His wife and he had deigned to take a cross country voyage via a luxurious train, like in olden times. It was an exquisite mode of transport! He was currently sitting in his accommodations compartment, where his wife, Ilona Poirot slept peacefully on the opposite bench bed. The walls were an exquisite lacquered wood, adorned with delicate floral carvings. Overhead and beneath each bed was storage for luggage, and above him in a novel sort of way hung his fine clothes in an open closet. If he stood up from where he was currently languished upon the bed, his head would be nestled within his finery and smoking jackets that were hung to preserve them from wrinkles and other abominations. Off to Ilona's side was a personal watercloset and facility enclosure which he had no use for at the moment. To Konrad Poirot's left was his favorite feature of the room, bar none. The giant, shining window that was supposed to be letting in the morning sun. He had woken up early to enjoy the view of leaving the station. Slowly the train chugged itself to steam as it pulled away from the station. The journey had begun!

Express 406 was a top of the line train cruise on its way across the country side, heading due west from its origin, and would be taking its time to course through the countryside and scenery. The relaxing getaway was a sort of role playing event, to relive eras gone by when life was at a simpler time. Each passenger on the train had been given character sheets they were supposed to adhere to for the duration of the journey. The Poirots and dozens of others were given every old fashioned luxury that could once be found on a train cart, and the experience had been marvelous. Several dining carts each offered various period foods and different cuisine from Mediterranean, Asian, European, and all sorts of other exotic fair. 

Yesterday was when the train had been boarded as guests arrived and got set up all that afternoon. Like a cruise ship, the first night had been a night of partying, and undoubtedly many of the occupants were in a stupor at this moment and would not wake for many hours. Not Konrad. He had wanted to see the beginning of the voyage, and to drink it in. Well, now that he was up, might as well make it the rest of the way.

Hanging off the sliding door of their compartment, on a delicate golden hook, was a sign. “Mr. and Mrs. Konrad Poirot, Baron and Baroness, Poland”, “English competency: good”, “Personalities: Courteous and stately”. The list continued, all attributes that they were no doubt supposed to keep in mind whenever they left the room and mingled with the other denizens of the rail. Konrad smirked on the sign and twirled the dark mustache he had spent weeks growing just for this special occasion. He would have to grease it again for today. It was probably best that he started his morning rituals soon before Ilona woke up and needed to occupy the same spaces he did. 

He gently leaned over to the window and glared out at the passing tides of nature. Trees and open fields, overgrown with natural neglect. It was all still shrouded in twilight. He had thoroughly expected it all to be dazzling him with golden sunshine being reflected off the splendid leaves, but such was not the case, despite the lightness in the sky. How curious! There were simply no good angles on the train to see directly backwards. The thick panes of the glass meant that anything too far off in an uncomfortable angle was too badly distorted, but he wanted to take a look and see what the heck was going on. No matter, he certainly wasn't going to climb over Mrs. Poirot to see the spectacular nothing that seemed to be happening, as evidenced by the lack of rays of sunshine. He took it upon himself to appreciate the slow passing of some corn instead, before he readied himself to finish his morning preparations.

He removed his hair net and took to the mirror in the cabin to preen his hair back into the undisturbed shape. He had only just finished dressing himself, so he took this moment to make any final touches to his appearance before he left. He was dressed in a dark red velvet suit. His mustache was exquisitely waxed into a fine shape, and his hair was moussed over to fit his head, and not a hair out of place. He was a dark and serious looking man, with coal eyes and rather severe cheekbones. Despite his gaunt features, he was tall, dark, and handsome. He had been assigned well. 

He glanced back at his wife's wiry form and decided it would be rude to wake the missus, as she had had a few more last night than he, and he quietly slid back the cabin door and stepped out into the narrow hallway. The hall carpet was soft under his loafers, and he no longer had to worry about noise after he slid the compartment door shut. What was with the sun? It was unlike it to miss such an important appointment. Perplexing. 

The sleeping cart he was located in was one of the latter attachments to the train, and the dining car was only two forward. He made his way down the narrow passage, past the porter who gave him a friendly nod, and into the second residential car. He silently slipped through this one as well and finally opened out into a beautiful, openly windowed car. 

The dining car was a delight to behold. About a dozen circular tables had all been set up, equipped with fancy tablecloth and decorated napkins. Juice glasses and ornate plates adorned their surfaces. Under the drooping fold of cloth lay mahogany spires that held up the tabletops with class. Matching chairs with lightly fuzzy plush cushions sat around each table, conjoined with seating placements. The whole thing was quite gorgeous. 

There were only three other people in the car at the moment. An elderly couple with Victorian England fashionable dress were breaking fast on the far right, and then there was a young man sitting by himself to the left, in a modest but simple brown suit. The elderly man gave Konrad a glorious nod of acknowledgment, then resumed talking to his spouse. It appeared they were discussing the merits of the murder mystery games they were going to have that night. The young man did not look up from the paper he was reading. 

The car was shaking more than he had thought it would. That was odd, since they weren't moving that fast. Maybe it was just an uneven plot of rail. As a result, his silverware and glass were making little hops from the table and causing him an ounce of worry about their well-being. 

The elderly couple had progressed to discussing the merits of the different flavored scones when Mr. Poirot took a seat on the right side of the car and lifted up his menu to inspect the offerings. No sooner had he done that then did he hear two sharp intakes of breath and a simultaneous “My word!” and “Goodness gracious!” Naturally, this caught his attention and he looked up from his menu to see both of his elders goggling at something outside the left hand window, due south. Konrad turned himself to see back behind the train as they were doing.

He saw nothing. What were they staring at so intently? There was nothing back there except sky and- no, no, wait. That portion of the sky was...darker than the rest of the sky. And it was all the wrong color. How-what-why? His eyes made the trek across the expanse of shadowy pale features where the rising sun SHOULD have been, he now thought. No it definitely wasn't sky, it was an object? No, TWO objects, there was a distance separating them, and yet- his comprehension hit him across the face. Off to the far south on the far side object was an unmistakable nipple. 

It was a bit like looking at the horizon when staring out at the open sea. It looked far away, very far away, like your view extended forever, but at the same time, it had that appearance where you knew it was even further away than you thought it was. These were his thoughts as he stared in wonder. He was dimly aware of the old couple a few yards away making a great big fuss. As far as he knew, the young lad still had not stirred from his engrossment in the paper. 

These were tertiary thoughts, of less significant importance. So was breakfast, now. Konrad bolted upright, knocking over his chair, and dashed through the door back the way he had come not five minutes ago. He swept through the narrow, carpeted hallway and brushed past the porter. “Come here,” he shouted “You need do see dis!”

The well-dressed man jumped to and followed him down the hall.  The duo burst through the back end of the train into a lovely little caboose balcony with sturdy iron rails and the gently whipping wind caused by the train slipstream. These features were completely lost on the two gentlemen, purveying the extraordinary sight of Samantha's bosom.

She sure had gotten a lot bigger since Bentley Harrison had last seen her. Her left nipple was off to the boys' right, off in the distance to the south, beyond the plains and the tree line, and presumably further out. It was too big to even think about. How high up it was, how far away it was, and yet how large it still looked. It was even hazy looking, because it was so unbelievably high and far away. All impossible. The canyon between the two breasts was also extremely visible, with enough cleavage between the two monsters that it could probably swallow several cities, by Konrad's estimate. All things considered, that was a pretty tight, perky cleavage since that was an insignificant size relative to their greater hulking mass.

Wordlessly, the two men looked at one another for one soul-searching moment, and then slowly turned around northward. Yeah, there it was, the other nipple. They had to crane their necks far back to see that far up. They were actually in the distance between a woman's enormous teats, but even so, the nearest protuberance was still a great long ways off and UP.

The porter made a sharp intake of breath. “Golly,” he said in awe.

“Yees,” Konrad agreed.

“The size o'...”

“Yees,” Konrad agreed.

“What do yo-” The whole train seemed to make an enormous leap as the ground quaked, for that's what apparently was causing all the silverware disturbance, and before the eyes of both men the enormously swollen breast swelled even BIGGER. It was one size in one moment, and suddenly it was a size even bigger in the next. The porter tumbled against the rail because of the jolt, but Konrad had already been steadying himself with a white knuckled hand wrapped around the bar. Mercifully the train kept on the rails, but it made both men in the back aware that she was still growing. 

The sound was growing louder all the time, crunching and cracking an awful destructive din that Konrad now realized was her breasts serving as a pilot plow. A great big battering ram that...the world was so many pebbles beneath Samantha. Little bugs. 

The porter shakily disentangled himself from the railing beams and grappled with the cap on a tube. Prying it off, he bent his mouth to the opening and yelled “Earl! We have a situation! You need to go faster! Much faster!”

A disembodied voice returned a few questions but the porter was having none of it. “NOW! JUST TRUST ME, DAMMIT!”

“I am glad you have dese dings under control. I shall be back.”

The porter nodded absentmindedly and continued to shout down Earl. Konrad slipped through the car back to his compartment, and slid the door open. Ilona was laying just where he had left her. He bent down and gently roused her. 

Her amber eyes slowly opened and she sat up in bed. Her hair was wild, her eyes sleepy, and her pajamas disheveled. No matter, she was beautiful. Dark brown hair and pale cheeks flush from the chill, her natural colors were exquisite. She slowly stretched and yawned in the old fashioned silks they had brought. Konrad watched with great interest. He had bought them striped for a reason! Ilona was short and wiry thin, but there was one place where no one on planet earth would ever consider her small. Perhaps there was one person who was exception to that rule, he amended, considering what he had just seen. The stripes on her shirt widened like prison bars being bent out of shape, and the garment groaned in the only area it wasn't hanging loose like a monk's robe.  

“What is eet, Konrad dear?” Her voice was not light like a typical woman's, but definitely not deep like a man's. Hard to describe, Konrad thought, but it was full and sultry like a 1950's actress. The adopted accent was only more arousing. And that was just his ear's opinion, wait until his eyes communicated what they saw!

“Dress yourself, pleese, my ladee. Hurry!”

She studied him with her wide golden brown eyes before standing abruptly and turning around to rummage in her hanging attire. She grabbed an elegant dress from its hooks and whirled on him, holding it flush against her body.

“Monsieur, some privacy, si vous plait.”

Now was not the time to be coquettish! “As you wish, Madame. But I beg of you, please be quickened!”

He stepped back out in the hallway and consulted his watch. This cart did not have any windows and he was eager to go take a look again, but he must wait faithfully for his woman, he decided. Fortunately, Ilona was never one to take an undue amount of time. 

Within a few minutes she had whipped open the door and flounced out in a beautiful dress with a flourishing skirt finish below the waist. She had applied the merest of makeup, knowing full well that she didn't need any, only darker lashes and blood red lipstick. Her hair had been combed into its long tresses with delicate curls at the end. Her enormous bodice protruded so far that her front was brushing against his own chest despite their faces being this far away. 

He immediately grabbed her by the arm, having been forced to reach a long ways around her tremendous swells, and drew her down the corridor back to the outside caboose landing. Taking her through the compartment door was a hassle enough, but making her fit into the corridor was also very difficult, since her breasts were so wide. He let go of her arms and she used her limbs to scrunch her breasts together, creating a breast Grand Canyon that had several feet of forward projection. In this position, her nipples were further away from her than her outstretched hands. Konrad swallowed hard. Finally they made it out onto the small balcony at the back of the train. 

The porter had disappeared and the two were alone. Ilona's hand didn't know where to go first once she realized what she was seeing. First to her mouth in astonishment, and then to her heart to steady herself. Or at least, as near to the heart as it was capable of being. 

“Dear lord! Dat ees...now dat ees a big girl! What ees happening?”

“I have no clue. She ees still growing, I dink. No, I saw.”

“And you dought your wife would want to see dat?”

“Eet ees not often we meet someone bigger dan you!”

“Dat is true. Avert your eyes!” she jested. 

“Have no fear. You are still plenty big for me!”

“I should dink so!” she said haughtily. “All de jealous girls be laughing at me!”

“At least one girl I know of cried because of your exqueesite figure.”

“She was da seamstress! Of course she would cry! When making dis dress she needed to sew basketballs to her mannequin to get an approximation of my measurements!”

They both looked down at Ilona's chest. She WAS huge. 

“You are still da biggest girl I have ever met.”

Ilona pointed at the horizon. “You lie!”

“No, no! Ees it not you women who do not want to be objectified by their body parts? So you say I have met her because I have seen her teats!” Mirth crinkled the corners of Ilona's wondrous lips. 

“Yes, dat is true. She is steel probably many miles away now!” There was a strange look on Ilona's face when she said that. Konrad couldn't quite read it. The train was going much faster. Apparently the porter had kicked the works up a gear or two. The wind was waving through Ilona's flowing locks, and Konrad could feel its force trying to gain purchase on his slicked back hair. 

The wind tore at Ilona's loose green dress. The seamstress had not bothered to take in the parts that needed taking in, but she had certainly expanded the part that was necessary. Evidently, the ancestor to this garment no longer existed because the seamstress had mistakenly made it so that it was meant to be put on overhead and slid down the rest of the body. This was so that Ilona could get into it herself. Unfortunately, although there was presumably plenty of room for the bosom, the hips and waist of the dress were not nearly wide enough, and when Ilona had tried to force the dress over her assets she had bust right through it and nearly caused the old lady to faint. 

It was a memory she cherished and a story she had told him several times already. This current dress buttoned in the front so that she could pull the skirt up to her waist, slide her arms into the sleeves, and then button the front around her prodigious girth. The added bonus was cleavage for days. That boob window could have seated a family of four! Well, not really, Konrad realized. It was supposed to be an obviously humorous exaggeration, but considering the backdrop of this conversation, Ilona might consider it an insult in her cheerful, wryly humorous ways. 

Ilona was staring up at Samantha's areola with admiration. She turned to Konrad and caught his eye. “She ees very pretty,” she admitted. “From dis angle at least! You are dinking about your wife's instead, I hope?”

“When am I not?”

“I dought so!” She waited a moment. “Do my nipples look that nice?” she asked self-consciously.

“They are beautiful, Madame Poirot.”

“So are hers.”

“Hers are also bigger than our city.”

“She could just...crunch eet.”

“She probably already has.” They sobered for a moment.

“I wonder what that felt like,” Ilona whispered, after a pause.

“Probably like this,” he said, reaching over and gently walking his fingers over his wife's dirigibles.

She shivered. “Oooh.”

“Remember Rebecca's 'bra'?” She giggled. 

Now that was a story he never tired of hearing! Their friend Rebecca had stayed in their guest bedroom for several nights. Rebecca was a very big girl in all sorts of ways, including in the bust. She was a DDD bra size. They both knew this because when she had packed up and left, she had accidentally left one of her bras in their laundry. The night after he had done laundry and discovered it, his wife had decided that modeling it would be funny. After helping her push and pull and maul her mammaries so that the grotesquely undersized garment could be affixed around her extremely petite back, it was obviously cleaving her chest in two.

“It hurts,” she had whined, in a false girly voice. “I don't think it fits rig-” SHRIEK, the metal hooks had shattered and the bra flew with escape velocity across the room.  

Fortunately, Rebecca had never realized that she had left the bra with them, or at least had never come looking for it, and Ilona had kept it. The cups were large enough for her areola but that was about it, and it was completely unclaspable now anyways. It was saved purely as a memento of her bra busting.

“Dis might be a weird question,” Ilona started, “but...ees she getting closer?” 

“By god, you are right! She's unbelievably enormous! And...”

“And...” Ilona repeatedly gently, “a firmly growing girl. Are we in danger heer?”

Konrad belatedly realized the importance of the porter’s actions earlier. The crafty bugger had realized the problem long before he had!

“The porter seemed to think so, now that I think on it. It was he who called the engines and mapped the train's speed to its current level.”

“Ah. Shouldn't that worry us?”

“What do you mean?”

“She's still getting closer, even so.”

“Oh. Ohhhh.” Konrad bent around his busty wife, to reach the tube he had seen the man use earlier. He pried off the cap and yelled, “We still aren't going fast enough!”

A chorus of voices rang out, “WE KNOW!!”

“Yikes,” Ilona said.

With the tube open they could hear the engineers arguing about something. “We're coming up on Hattersburg! We can't go this fast through downtown. We simply can't.”

“We don't have a choice. She's gaining on us!”

“What if she stops short of the town?”

There was a pause.

“What! Well, it COULD happen,” said the same voice.

“Don't be daft. I don't want to be an ant smooshed on the bottom of her boob. It's still very early, I doubt there are many about anyway. Let's just signal all the train crossings and it will work itself out.”

“People won’t be happy,” another voiced warned.

“Well, either we will all be alive, and that's good enough, or we'll be alive and they dead, in which case it doesn't matter, or we'll be dead and so will they, and it doesn't matter much then, either. Take your pick.”

“Fair 'nuff.”

Both of the Poirots listened impassively, as they straightened up their attire and fixed their hair. “Sounds like a problem,” he said. 

“”Yees eet does,” she agreed.

They both leaned back over the rail, resting their bodies as they watched the scenery go by. Ilona was resting considerably more than he was. 

The breasts of the twenty-year-old beauty just continued to advance, regardless of how fast the train was coming. The sun was blotted out, as it had been since the very beginning, but they were taking over a greater and greater portion of the sky as well as the unreal mass loomed higher. Samantha's right nipple was on their left a little ways and would not be lining up directly overhead the train. Even so, as they both stared up at its tremendous underside, they realized that the tip of her teat was coming level with the train at an alarming rate. 

“It's a good thing they're so big,” Ilona declared. “We still have a while before the rest of her gets to us!”

It was simply an impossible sight to comprehend, the nipple silhouette so far above them. They had to recline their heads back as if they were looking at clouds in order to see it protruding out into the morning sky. Before their eyes a wispy cloud wandered by, fully and completely below the nipple line. FAR below the nipple line. The cloud was effortless swept away by the breast following her stubby nipple. The cloud didn’t even reach Samantha’s wide areola anymore.

“My god!” Konrad said in awe.

“That's...what...can you imagine! Her nipples might be in space!”

“The trees, they're like...”

“Golf grass under the foot of a giant,” Ilona finished. “I was working on that one.”

Konrad agreed. If by giant you were talking a ten foot man, then maybe the size comparison would be proportional. He couldn't decide if that was accurate enough, however.

The train they were on continued to chug along the track, but its job was becoming increasingly difficult with all of the rocking going on. All the forests were trying to resist the tides of breast, god bless them, but it was as ineffective as a single drink glass ice cube attempting to freeze the ocean. In fact, now that the behemoths neared, both Poirots could observe the mountains of debris that they were pushing across the earth. Trees being smashed to bits, greats mounds of dirt and grass, bushes by the bushel, everything was being chewed up by Samantha's plowing of the Earth. 

The train behind them blasted its whistle several times and Ilona and Konrad looked at one another. The scenery started to include houses as they whistled past the couple. They must be approaching Hattersburg.

“Well, that girl ain't slowin', that's for sure,” Ilona said matter-of-factly. “Uh. The mistress shows no sign of decrease, Monsieur.” 

“Aye, yes. Dey are in danger, Madame.”

“There is nothink we can do.”

“I am dinking you are correct.”

“Except watch.”

When the couple had come out here the other night, the long winding trail of railway behind the train had been a neverending tail off into the horizon. Now, the sight met very much closer than that, in a sea of pale flesh and debris. The mountain of debris had ridden over the tops of the trees now, by their perspective. Everything was being shoved aside and smashed in the path of Samantha's bra busters. 

He looked at his wife and saw she had a glazed look on her face. “What are you dinking?” he dared to ask.

She flushed. “Most unladylike dings, Monsieur.” 

Suddenly suburbs were racing past. Both Poirots looked up and checked the nipple's progress. The halfway point was above them now. They both turned around and leaned over the rail so they could see around the train. The pointiest bit of Samantha was far west of them now, traveling faster than the train, if they thought about it. 

With a sickening crunch in the back of them, they both whirled around and saw that houses had been added to the pile of trash at the forefront of the young woman's growth. Houses and trees were being churned together as the suburbs were completely minced. 

The city was whizzing past the back end of the train now. 

“I wonder what the other people on the train are doing right now.” Ilona wondered aloud. She had to practically shout to be heard over the wind and the din caused by the destruction of Hattersburg. People were running about outside, doing who knows what. They were all but blurs across the city. Cars were all waiting at the railroad crossings with a sense of urgency. They all burst through the intersection the moment the rail hands rose.

The sky had continued to get lighter this entire time, and it was broad daylight now. It gleamed off of the enormous pale sphere. Samantha's left tit wasn't even visible to the duo anymore. Everything they could see east and many degrees north east and south east was just a wall of gargantuan breast, light pink and perfectly shaped and proportioned, just blown up like nobody's business. And continuously being inflated!

The splintering of wood met the crunching of metal as more of Hattersburg was eaten alive by growth. Cars had started to be tossed about by the giant wall of debris, along with anything that wasn't nailed down. Anything that was nailed down was suppressed.

“Quite the scenic trip,” Konrad remarked somberly. Ilona nodded.

“Hey! That's the green building we just passed!” she exclaimed. 

Sure enough, there were now flecks of neon green mish-mashed together with all the other stuff. Buildings and skyscrapers and cars had all been added to the churning Earth being bulldozed and eventually smothered under breast.  They both looked up and were quite alarmed by the progress the incomprehensible nipple had made overhead.

“She can't be more than a few dozen blocks away.”

Suddenly the village seemed to end. The train left Hattersburg to recede in the distance, giving the couple an exceptional view of the last line of houses being blasted clear from their foundations and then completely smothered by the doughy antagonist. 

“And eet is gone,” Ilona said softly. 

The train seemed to be picking up speed outside of the dangerous and slightly winding ways of the city rails. 

They were rushing through a plain now. Everywhere was tit. To the left, to the right, everywhere to the East was all Samantha breast, smooth and creamy and so very, very destructive. 

The view was hypnotizing to the couple. They watched the trees as they collapsed, knocked over, snapped in half, every tree death imaginable by blunt force trauma was visible in the tree lines around the clearing as each tree in turn met almighty Samantha. The waves of grain in the field waved and shuddered with every thump and Earth-shake. 

A whistling noise approached them from the back and suddenly the train was thundering through a tunnel. The train was plunged into darkness as the walls themselves roared with the train passing through. 

“Uh oh,” they both said.

They watched the maw of the tunnel that they had just passed through as it shrank away. It was illuminated brightly and then...

THUMP. The thunderous reverberations shook the entire tunnel and the train alike. The mouth had gone dark, also swallowed. 

“We're under attack!” Ilona yelled. 

The ceiling shook and stones started raining down on them. They both had to cover their heads because of the gravel now clattering down all of the train's roof and their persons. Sparks could be seen scattering beneath them on the rails as the train went so fast through the area, scattering the fallen rocks. Without the sparks, the tunnel would be almost pitch black, with the removal of the light entering from the east. Samantha had completely stoppered the tunnel, there was no turning back for certain. Even slowing down could mean death. 

The train blasted out the other end of the tunnel just in time. The mountain above it was being completely swallowed and then...crushed. FOOMP. The tunnel closed forever and the train sped on, obviously losing the speed battle against Samantha’s ever increasing growth. 

The plains continued and the duo watched with increasing dismay as the breasts neared, and neared.  The train at its furious pace continued clackking until the sound abruptly changed. They were going over a bridge over a wide river.

The currents beneath the bridge were magnificent to behold, and for a moment both Poirots forgot about the advancing Samantha mountain.

It lasted only a moment. When the train had nearly finished crossing the river, breast met bridge. The shockwave rattled the entire train as the track was jolted. Fortunately the individual supports held up and the advancing bosom only took the first one out, at first. Of course, she kept growing. The bridge was going to collapse under the strain, if nothing else. On top of that, she was still getting bigger. Waves of water were effortlessly shoved aside, and the river level rose immediately, now having to swell around this fat titan now in the waters. The currents became rapids as the same volume of water was compressed into a smaller width.

The train left the bridge and Samantha completely dammed the river without the merest hint of slowing.

“We are NOT going to make it,” Ilona stated.

They both looked at each other for a very long moment. Konrad had an idea.

“You know. I was dinking about Rebecca's bra that you are so proud of breaking. Try wrapping dat bra around one of Samanta's nipples, dough!” he said, pointing and laughing. “Good luck!”

She stared at him for a moment, then Ilona drew herself up to her full, unimposing height, bristling with mock anger. She turned to him and thrust out her chest, with enough force to knock him back a step. She took a confident step forward and squashed her behemoths against his chest. He never stood a chance. The mass was so clearly against him. Spread out like this, the width of her chest easily eclipsed his own. Dimly, he realized that she was lightly brushing the back end of the train, and on the other side she was overflowing the railway and hanging out into the open air above the rustling train tracks. This was a very small balcony, if you could even call it that, just wide enough for him to stand sideways, but still, the accomplishment was significant! She took a few steps forward, using her superior mass against him, and corralled him against the back of the small square balcony. Having no room to further back up, he felt himself sinking into her cleavage as she continued to creep closer towards him, although most of her was already here!

“You have insulted your wife!” she said breathily. “Let's see her do the things to you that I am going to do! Or, let her do dees! Eef dat bra breaking no longer empresses you, den allow me to try someding else!”

She reached over to one of the plant sills along the rail and ripped a tulip up out of the soil. She held it horizontal and gently gripped the middle of the stem with her teeth, like a salsa dancer. 

“I hope you are dinking what I am dinking!” she said through her clenched teeth and she took a step back so that her ponderous chest was no longer cramping him.

Slowly she shoved her chest out, pushing herself against her straining buttons, and she took a deep breath. The top of the dress gave up. PING! The button under the most strain suicided. “How ees dat? More?”

She threw back her shoulders and thrust as hard as she could. Not only did her chest knock back into Konrad, forcing him to stumble back against the rail, but the remaining four buttons snapped and ricocheted off the walls, the floors, and Konrad's nose with enough force that his eyes watered.

The dress she was wearing flopped uselessly to the ground. Her hips weren't enough to keep the weighty garment up any longer. His wife stood in all her glory, only wearing panties he couldn't fully see, a beautiful tulip in her mouth, and a raised come-and-get-me eyebrow. 

Evidently she hadn't deigned to wear a bra when she had dressed in a hurry. Konrad approved.

Her areola were easily bigger than his hand span, and her nipples were bigger than champagne corks. More like barrel plugs. Each one of her fat breasts were was wide as his entire chest. She could have easily knocked him right off the train if she had wanted to.

He put his hands on her moons and delicately fondled. Ilona nearly dropped the tulip at his touch, but she remembered to keep her teeth clamped. 

Konrad stood up straighter and loosed his bow tie. He unfurled it from his neck and hung it on her left nipple, its trail fluttered in the breeze out over the balcony rail.

“I do not dink I can get past you, Madame.”

“No, you cannot,” she agreed. They both looked at her left breast flush against the caboose wall, pillowed firmly against it, and then to the outermost swell of her right breast hanging a good foot over the side of the rail and above the speeding track. “You have but one option, Monsieur.”

She stepped forward again and leaned her head back, staring into his eyes, the tulip still between her teeth. 

Wordlessly, Konrad bent down and gently bit the non-flower end of the stem hanging out of her mouth and they played gentle tug of war with the flower until she released it. She stood on her tip toes to nuzzle into his neck, and he swung the flower about and dropped it down her cavernous cleavage.  It stuck fast there between the giant perky flesh balloons. 

The flower would be right at home there, and Ilona would prefer it. She was constantly smuggling things inside her dress. It delighted her. She usually had her phone and entire purse encased in her bra cups, and NO ONE EVER NOTICED! She was that big! She relished the look on shop clerk faces whenever she had to fish out her purse for payment. She had also shoplifted many things in her cleavage, and had never been caught even once. 

One memorable time at the grocery store, before checkout, they hid in the corner of the store and she shoved two bags of fresh fruit, a bag of carrots, and his bottle of shampoo. Another time he had caught her with a mantelpiece clock shoved down her cavernous bra. “Why?” he had dared to ask. “Because it ticks really strongly. It feels weird!” she had replied sheepishly. It now sat on their fireplace, not ugly, he had to admit. He had married quite the breast freak, and that was just fine. He wondered what kind of freak Samantha was, and whether or not she was enjoying being so large. It would almost be criminal if she wasn't. He half suspected Ilona would trade places with her. The idea was certainly making her frisky! 

Her eyes shone and she kissed as much of him as she could reach. For his part, he dove straight for her godly globes. Both of them wanted him to. She moaned and laid her softness across him even harder. They both grabbed armfuls as large as they could and filled their hands and arms with her plump bosom. Their combined effort still couldn’t capture the entirety of her immense surfaces.

Over her head, Konrad could see Samantha's breasts, hazy in the morning. They were gaining. He closed his eyes and gave Ilona what she wanted.

His wife took her hands off her chest temporarily to rest on her hips. Even though Konrad was tall, he had never been able to hug Ilona from the front. Even know, his fingertips only just managed to rest upon her waist. Ilona guided them, and he slowly eased down her silken panties until they fell around her feet. She lightly stepped out of them, and then got to work on her husband’s own pants.

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This was Bryan Cygnus' favorite time. He sat as well as he could next to the wide window and stared out into the darkness. He was an astronaut, on a long tour in the Space Station. In vacuum vehicle, the earth side window was always a spectacular view. When it was night you could see all the sprawl of civilization, illuminated like a perfect map by the bustling cities pouring light into the atmosphere. By day you could see oceans and continents and fjords and clouds and mountains. But there was one view Mr. Cygnus prized above all else. The sunrise. Although not in traditional terms, he supposed it still counted. It was still the sun peeking around the curvature of the Earth, wasn't it? It just...didn't have anything to do with a 24 hour day cycle anymore, up here above the clouds and atmosphere.

The station finally made its way along its orbit enough for him to see where the sun should be coming from. His view instead was a little surprising.

Samantha's breasts had grown so large that they had escaped the earth atmosphere, while still being firmly planted on the ground, and indeed, wrecking everything there. The truth of the matter was that she hadn't JUST escaped the atmosphere by now, even part of her state-sized areola had. There was more Samantha flesh exposed in space than there was surface area in some countries. In some cases, several countries combined.

After the initial shock, Brian progressed right into the dull amazement shock phase. And so he observed. Two enormous breast beach balls resting upon the Earth's surface, bigger than anything in his field of view save the Earth itself. He wasn't really sure what the hell there was a giant pair of breasts sitting there for. He thought about it for a few minutes, but was unable to fathom a reasonable, logical reason. 

However, no matter how many times he blinked, there was no denying their actual existence. They were there, that was for sure. Between the two impossible breasts, she had to be spanning the height of the United States of America. Almost as Brian watched, he saw her girth edge itself into Mexico and Canada, successfully outgrowing her home country and beginning to be a problem in other countries as well. 

Were they...real? He wondered. Was this...what? What was he going to think? A prank? A joke? A publicity stunt? Nothing made sense. They looked so real, so detailed. Everything about the Earth below had looked like a picture, or a cartoon, because it was all so far away. Not these breasts. They were vivid.

Samantha's beached whales were elongated but still very round. He could see the massive girth narrow slowly backwards towards the east coast of the U.S. where suddenly the mass stopped. Two huge bumps on the Earth.

Bryan Cygnus was also struck with another realization. The space station was around 200 miles above the Earth's surface at any given moment in time. And as it approached her tits, it became clear that it wasn't going to clear this girl's areola. 

The enormous dark circles on the bigger fleshy spheres continued to grow larger, both in reality and in perspective and the space station was on a collision course with the largest pair of breasts anyone had ever seen. The largest mammal that had ever existed. The sexiest girl in the world. 

He took a moment to admire the downward view as it skated over the nipple that eclipsed a whole state from view. It was a short stubby thing, in comparison, but boy was it large. Dark and angry looking, that was one way of putting it. Majestically crinkled. 

He watched in awe as the gargantuan areola loomed larger and larger and larger until he could no longer see the top of it, just a sea of dark pale flesh. Bryan Cygnus felt like a gnat.

The space station collided with the greater mass like a ball would a pillow, or a child with a spring mattress, its momentum carrying it into the giving surface. Bryan locked his arm into a rail so that his momentum wouldn’t carry him away. For a superb moment, Brian could see nothing as the window was completely stifled by breast.

Then Samantha surged yet again and, now that the forward momentum had been completely snuffed, the space station had nothing left in it to resist such a massive force. It sprang backwards and caromed off into the celestial sky.

Surprisingly intact, Brian righted himself in the capsule and watched in dismay as the planet and breasts fell away into the distance. The last he saw of earth, he could still see two enormously protruding bumps overtaking the surface.
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Samantha FELT that. The Space Station swatting at her like a fly. It had crashed into her at just high speed, how could she NOT feel it? It had been just like one of the racquetballs Dan and herself played boob ball with. It sank into her and she muffled its forward velocity. It had sprang back too, in just the same fashion. 

It had felt SOO good. She needed more! Hit her with something bigger! Please? Anybody? NOTHING WAS BIG ENOUGH ANYMORE!

To the floating marvel of engineering’s credit, it gave her a much larger sensation than some of other vehicles she had been feeling. She had felt cars ram into her, for the merest of moments before their beetle shells caved beneath her weight. It took the merest moment, and the merest fraction of her bust, she was doing thousands by the minute. Like an army of egg shells her breasts were resting upon.

And still she grew.

She was swallowing up the whole country. Her left breast was enjoying good barbeque, her right breast was enjoying deep dish pizza. Lefty had tobacco fields, corn fields, rice fields, all manner of itchy and scratchy things she demolished without any effort whatsoever. Righty enjoyed ranches and sprawling suburbs and factories. Between them both, she was exploring the land of whiskey, the land of 10,000 lakes, the land of the bayou, the land of brisket, the land of blues, the land of rock n roll, the land of automobiles. Each state fell to her and she tried her best to count them, but she knew she was completely wrong. The state lines didn’t exist in real life, they weren’t something she could FEEL. But she did her best. 

Football teams. All of the football teams she had ever watched, she was cancelling them all one by one. Time zones. She was in two already, starting to work her way to a third. People were experiencing her breasts at different times, at the same time!

It was all too much. And still she grew.

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Samantha was growing an awful lot, but it was all decidedly growing forward and outward. The Pentagon, which was almost directly due north of Samantha's location, although a many hours drive away, was simply at the wrong angle to be crushed by breast. Instead, the entire Western sky was sky no more, but a vista of Samantha's preposterous girth.

General Scopes sat in his chair on the roof, relishing the view. His perfect plan had gone perfectly after all. Those IDIOTS! How could they even THINK about destroying such beauty?

Every time he thought about those huge, beautiful spheres shining in the dawn light. The endless videos and “research” he had done. They were going to kill the most magnificent creature in the world, no, universe? Of course he had to intercede. 

It had started the day Monville was demolished. Samantha had passed his wildest dreams. And by that, he meant his reasonable expectations. And by that, he meant what he had predicted. The whole thing was largely unreasonable, after all, and there simply wasn't a way to surpass his wildest dreams, if he was being honest. Still. A whole freaking city. Oh, yes! That had definitely been a fun surprise. The phone call had been indescribably awkward. He felt a little bad about that. A private had called him and had given him the news, obviously distressed, but the knowledge aroused Scopes. 

Shortly after, a report had landed on his desk. What made his tit goddess grow. A small little paragraph explicitly stated that she even enjoyed it. She had been trying to hold BACK. And now she was the size of a city?? He had wanted to unzip his fly right then and there, in his secluded office.

Of course, he had needed a plan. First order of business was to stop the problem on his end from getting worse. He was privy to all the talks clamoring for the stunting of Samantha's growth. Some proposed truly awful means, and some were much kinder, but they were all blasphemous. How come they didn't understand the BEAUTY? What a pair of breasts, unrivaled by anything, ever? The most womanly woman that had ever been, in his eyes. There was no call for the kind of sin they had wanted to commit.

He got them to agree. Agree that so long as the girl stopped growing, they would put their plans on hiatus indefinitely, contingent on the acceptable growth clause. He pledged no more danger to civilization. He had made his case to the girl herself, too. First sending a letter via the good Lieutenant, and then making his own personal introduction. It was the first time he had met his most extraordinary tit goddess, but how many times must he have admired her from afar before that day? Countless times.

He had attached a special transmitter to her breast, off in the distance, a length he hoped suitably far enough away that she would think nothing of it. The she-devil had still noticed his hands attaching the device to her! No matter, his cover story about washing off the advertisements had sufficed and she had not pursued the matter. Thank goodness.

Being able to touch the monstrous breasts. That was a good memory for him. 

It was a remote transmitter he had affixed to her, set to induce electrical shocks when it received the signal to do so. He had heard about the effects of hot and cold, and pleasure in general on Samantha. What would an electrical massage do? Although, the general realized, the device should be long dead by now. She had really only needed a push.

Part three of the plan was simple enough, with his bought time. Visit all the military bases in range and give explicit orders. Part four, sabotage of the control room. As a top General, there were few things he wasn't allowed to do when he could write it off as protocol or something or another. When he broke out the red tape, there were only a few people who were allowed to even question him about it. 

The president's codes would no longer be enough to initiate an attack on Samantha. The other half of the command codes were tucked safely away in a completely isolated command center, just as he planned. The good soldiers of the eastern coast would never break his exact orders, and they had to wait until the command center gave them their policy. Which would never come, as he had seen to. But if it somehow did, he had sabotaged them all the same way. There were only a few bases that could handle the Samantha demolition request anymore. By and large, the USA's military wasn't in the habit of preparing to attack itself.

Part five had been once everything was set up, to be in the right place in the Pentagon to defend his beauty. That meant being in the Pentagon that morning to report to the meeting. The others had ignored him, as he expected. Witch hunts were the last place to find reason. Cunningham had been a welcome surprise. The science minded man had true vision, it seemed. This was an optional part of the plan. He would do what he could, without much hope of success. It didn't matter though, the outcome would be the same, because of his careful strategy. 

A few short hours ago, he had downed a soda and pressed the button. Somewhere south of him, a receiver located in a most enviable position started to illuminate with electricity, dealing steadily ramping up dosages into the vast underbust of the greatest rack in the world. 

And so the tree of his labor bore fruit, and it was delicious. The reports had started to arrive within the hour. From a campsite, a dam, a town, red flags shot through the proper channels, all waiting to get stuck in a dazzling knotted web he had finished weaving. The means to deal with her was gone. The only bases within striking distance were waiting on the orders that could no longer ever come. The soldiers would put their trust in him, and thus would do nothing in the fear of doing something wrong, because they were true servicemen. That would buy them time.

The other bases could do whatever they wanted. He doubted very much that weapons would work very well against the blockade of tit that exceeded even city size by a very hefty, hefty margin. 

The plan had been perfect. No surprises, no hiccups. He congratulated himself.

What HAD surprised him was how big she was getting! He hadn't figured it would be this much! And she was still growing! He supposed his plan could still come apart in the future. He had hinged her safety on the fact that once she was done growing, there would be little reason to end her life if the damage was already done.

But hell! This was better! Go, baby, go! Grow, my darling, he thought. Looking west from his vantage point was one, single, ginormous tit. 

Part six of the plan was a fully stocked cooler of beer and a secret stairwell to the roof. He reached for another cold one and lit one of his victory cigars.

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Juliana sat at a bar north of Samantha by quite a bit. She had been driving all this time, but she had gone quite far enough, she thought. Time for a drink. She hadn't bothered to change out of her ranger uniform, and she made a strange sight sitting at the bar with her hat on the surface next to her. She had pulled the peanuts close to her and was eating them with gusto as she watched the televisions that hung over the bar.

The bartender had served her a lovely pint of bitter. And another. And another. The news was on, behind him.

“You look like you're drinking for the end of the world,” the bartender commented, obviously making the connection between Juliana staring at the TV, so absorbed, and her behavior.

Juliana raised her eighth pint to him. She had been drinking like a camel. “You betcha. Juliana ain't no fool.”

“Why would you be a fool?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.

“That!” Juliana raised her glass to the TV this time. The news was discussing Samantha's breasts. And why wouldn't they? That's what Juliana wanted to do. Only Samantha wasn't here to do it with. She almost considered calling her up just to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, but she was just NOT drunk enough to think that was a good idea.

Although Samantha would probably get a kick out of it. “Dan, you bastard, give her hell for me,” she slurred to nobody in particular. 

She bent, looking down at her lap. She could still see it, so already that view was a disappointment. She lifted away her collar and stared down at her happy, perky, SMALLLLLLLLLLLLL breasts. By ordinary standards they were decently sized, if a little large on her little frame. The sight depressed her. 

Samantha couldn't even be caught in a single camera right now. The news had to pan the camera to ogle a single tit. It simply wasn't fair. Share some with the rest of us, girl, Juliana thought miserably.

Oh well. Watching the news had also turned her on considerably. She paid her tab, and the bartender confiscated her keys. She begged him to unlock her car, at least, and he did so. She wandered outside to her car and climbed into the back seat.

Outside the window she could see Samantha's breast filling the sky. Juliana needed some alone time. Thankfully, her windows were tinted.

Juliana lifted up her shirt and stared at her bra-clad breasts. She slowly took a handful of stolen bar peanuts out of her pockets. She dropped them one by one into her bra, imagining herself in Samantha’s place.

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Samantha was having the trip of a life time. There was nothing else she wanted at this moment. She was lulling on the sofa in a state of nirvana, if nirvana included the most torrential storm of happiness and eroticism that had ever existed. Her whole body was burning and freezing all at once. Literally freezing, in the case of the parts of her that were now in space. SPACE! The moisture she had taken out of the Earth's atmosphere kept freezing and thawing with her expansion over and over. That was far from the greatest sensation.

Rivers, lakes, mountains, valleys. Cities, towns, suburbs, farms. Forests, plains, quarries. She engulfed them ALL with her breasts. Every second was new sensation, compounded with what she was already feeling across the Earth's surface. 

But also conceptually, she was big. How big? So big she couldn't even tell how big. So freaking big that there was nothing else around to compare her bigness to. The next mile marker would have to be the Earth itself.

Her eyes crossed and her body shuddered as her world was shattered with that realization. 

She could feel the curvature of the earth. Her breasts were so large and fat and extended so far that she could feel the Earth beneath her...bend. They were not resting on a flat surface. 

It felt like an enormous, hard basketball between her tits. It had been a long time since anything could make her feel small, but it did. JUST YOU WAIT, she thought in ecstasy. JUST YOU FREAKING WAIT!!

What had the list been? Oranges... melons... soccer balls... basketballs... tires... barrels... cars... buses... whales... houses... neighborhoods... mountains... cities... states... countries... Ah, no, wait. Was she done with countries yet? She didn't even know. Some countries, sure. Ah well. Soon it would be incontestable. After that little road bump, next stop would be planetary. 

And the way she was feeling...maybe she should decide what was beyond that? 

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Dan was in shock. She was STILL growing!! What the heck was going on?

His new wife had her head tilted back on the sofa and her red lips formed a silent O as she shuddered on the sofa. Dan had been very busy for the duration making sure she had everything she needed. After he had been spent, he felt like he was a third wheel, though. His body could not handle any more Samantha at this moment, but definitely not for lack of desire.

Whatever was going on now with her, this was clearly between her and her breasts. It would help if Samantha would release the headlock she had on him, though. He wasn't even sure she was aware of him. That suited him just fine. There was nowhere he would rather be. She had stopped screaming, at least.

There was noise coming from all directions but Dan didn't hear much of it. He was being crushed into her chest at the moment, and it muffled quite a bit of the outside world. It wasn't just an earful but a face full. Her breast was warm and it smelled good. Her soft, smooth skin across his face was lovely, even though he could feel it stretching and expanding beneath his cheek. It was massaging him just as he imagined his hair was inflaming her. 

The world groaned around his wife. The trailer had been shaking constantly, and had somehow managed to not fall. That was probably only a matter of time. Come to think of it, he could hear the whole thing shrieking and groaning too. She was going to bust their home right apart! Never had the term “bust” applied to a woman's chest so accurately than with Samantha's breasts. He felt deja vu with that idea. But whatever. If he had ever though it before, he had been wrong. NOW was the time for that.

He tried to pry his head from its cushiony heaven but was unable to fight Samantha's strength. So he punched her on the boob, as he had done so many times, but he couldn't get enough of an angle to really throw one. She probably would just assume he was having fun, or entertaining himself. After all, these plush surfaces were his favorite toys too, as much as they were hers. Well, he had one more weapon, let's see THAT get her attention.

He licked her. Just a quick dollop on her smooth bosom, but the effect was instantaneous. Samantha's eyes shot open and she gasped for air. She immediately bolted upright and glared at him with such lust, he would have risen to the occasion with just that look alone. Not that he had needed such instigation for a while. “DO. THAT. AGAIN,” she demanded. Her voice was laced with such a wild frenzy that he had no doubt it would haunt his wet dreams for years to come. 

“No, I mean, I did it to tell you-”

“Please?” she whimpered. Her wide brown eyes were locked onto his. Screw it. He couldn't resist that look then, not ever, and certainly not now. He licked her again, and she “helped” him by shoving him straight into the pillowy mass more strongly than was necessary. The result was a full body cast into the mass of woman. 

He officially wouldn't be able to breathe, but Samantha had always been very good about being aware of that. He was in little danger. He was on the safe end of the breasts, all things considered. The nippled, business ends were where he didn't want to be at the moment, as much as he wanted to see the spectacle. 

He imagined what it must be like to stand atop her nipples. To see the world being demolished blow, to see her growth as the entire world dropped away as Samantha’s breasts took him higher and higher. To see the gargantuan areola so close, he could touch it and look up and never see the top. To walk along her nipple, which would take days and days at this point, even if she stopped growing right now. Just to walk its width would require several nights of camping. And any night he started a campfire, well, he was just adding more to his walk the next day!

It would be cold up there, though. Here, he was buried in warmth and softness. His arms, his legs, his pelvic region, his stomach, all engulfed by the greatest mattress in the world. He could sleep here, he thought, as he indulged her. He threw his whole weight into it so he would register on her colossal bosom. Undoubtedly there were other sensations vying for her affections at the moment, so he would have to make his count. 

She finally stopped apply pressure on his back and he almost sprang backwards, amply demonstrating that she still had a young girl's bosom and they were still firm, surprisingly. He took this moment to catch his breath and looked around the trailer.

Holy cow! They weren't just running out of room in here, it was gone! The ceiling was being shaken loose and much of it had crashed to the floor, but it didn't matter. The real view was front boob window of the trailer. He used to be able to slide himself through that portal, but now he would not even be able to fight his way through the breast that clogged the opening. She was clearly muffin-topping around both sides of the opening. It was completely taught, though, unlike before. From this perspective, breast was bulging against the wall and it was clearly cutting into her. He imagined that on the other side she swelled out considerably as soon as she was free from the confines of the trailer. He would definitely need to go out and take a look. 

Still, it was alarming to see that, even this close to her actual body, she was clearly too wide for the trailer now. She was effortlessly bulging against this wall, and presumably the other side. Their kitchen had probably been demolished, that was all the metal clanking they had heard earlier. To the trailer's credit, Dan was astonished that the ceiling hadn't been blasted off yet, considering how much strain it was under caused by the Samantha's inflation. Breast was firmly planted on the ceiling, and had nowhere to go. She was being choked in the front and suffocated form the floor and ceiling, so now she was billowing through the width of the trailer. Dan suspected that there was still plenty of growth going on outside of the trailer, and he hesitated to even imagine how much. No sense in spoiling the surprise. Still, soon, Dan wouldn't have a spot to stand unless the trailer gave way.   

The lawn chairs from yesterday, the ones Samantha had owned, they hadn't bothered to pack up. They would never be usable again. They were squashed firmly into the wall by the tons of titty. The wall was cracking under the force, and he knew the constricting section of the front wall wasn't long for this wall either. 

You simply did not stand in the way of Samantha and her growth. Bad things had happened to everything so far. The front of the trailer would be an impossible statistical anomaly if it somehow found a way.

Gently, Dan slid himself across her chest to the space where he could stand narrowed, and his shoulders were both firmly pressed against the wall and firmly pressed against Samantha boob. He could feel the pressure. It was slowly exerting on him, crushing himself into the wall. He would be wedged in sooner or later. This was not a location he wanted to be. He tried pulling the chairs out from where they were being reduced to a powder against the wall. One of the chair legs was still sticking out and he gave it a firm tug, but there was no hope against Samantha's weight. He laid both his palms against her surface and pried himself loose and watched the breast he had displaced quickly swallow the area he had just been standing. The chairs were almost disappeared from view, hugged by breast.

He turned and saw Samantha watching him, like a cat watches a laser dot. Or a mouse. She had propped herself up on her elbows and appeared to be utterly fascinated. 

“You nearly got stuck.” she commented dryly. “I thought I was going to have to intervene.” She sounded lucid enough, but there was no lack of passion. 

“Titty prison,” Dan said.

She giggled sheepishly. “Titty torture. The opposite of a rack. Was there a medieval device that squished you?”

“No, I think we could definitely still call your devices a 'rack'.” She laughed appreciatively and hugged her bosom. She was running her small hands feverishly across their expanse. From Dan's perspective against the wall, with so much of his field of view completely filled by her mass, Samantha had never looked so tiny. Like everything was just model sized, and the only thing real was the breasts which were clearly too large for the dollhouse. 

“You’re dwarfing yourself, and us, and our home,” Dan said softly.

Samantha gave him her most hungry, wolfish grin. She was still watching him with her head laying against the swell of her breast, against the contours as it inclined up and up gracefully into the ceiling and planted itself there.

“Is the other side like this?” he asked. She nodded with her head laying sideways. Her hair was flowing down her back. 

“The kitchen is gone!” she said cheerfully. Then she paused, dismayed. “Oh. My chili is gone!” She made a pouting face. “I told you we should have left it out.”

“How is this my fault? Shouldn't we be blaming your tits?”

“You don't mean that,” she crooned, stroking them soothingly. “They haven't done anything wrong. We can spare a kitchen or two. We need a new trailer because this one isn't big enough, anyway. I think I've filled it.”

“You haven't broken it yet,” he observed.

“I know,” she said seriously. “I'm losing my touch. Oh well, guess I have to go a little BIGGER, don't I?”

“Even so, I can feel both walls!” she crowed. Her enthusiasm was infectious.

“And the ceiling...and the floor...” Dan said, pointing.

“And Colorado,” she thought with a frown. “It's difficult to tell. I'm guessing.”

“COLORADO??? You can't be serious.”

“They have the Rocky Mountains. I think that's what those are. They're the biggest mountains I can feel. You know...relative to one another. Not...um...relative to me.”

“I've...never been to the Rocky Mountains.”

“I have!...kinda. My nipples have. I haven't. My nips had a great time, they'd go again. I think we missed our chance, though. Permanently.”

“I think so too,” Dan said faintly. “Tell your nipples to have fun. I'm going to head outside.”

He turned to leave when something hit him on his side. He looked down to see a wood splinter, and looked back at her questioningly. She was pointing to his phone, which was charging in the corner. “I KNOW you were going to take pictures, right?”

Dan grabbed the camera phone and stepped out.

The sight was simply too astonishing. Maybe she DID reach to holy frakking Colorado!

There was the ocean. Yeah, that was nice. He'd seen that before. A slight bit of beach beneath the elevated trailer, and up and down the shoreline. But everything else! He saw nothing but his wife's tits. As far as the eye could see. Where he was supposed to see Monville, although he had gotten used to that view. Where he was supposed to see sky. Where he was supposed to see the rest of his country! Nothing but acres of her creamy bosom. Literally, miles and miles of Samantha breast. In the same way that you could fail to see the curvature of the earth, he could fail to see the curvature of these breasts. They just extended...infinitely, it seemed. So far off in the distance they met sky and he had no idea how far away that was. If he stared up...they seemed to be breaking the sky. Like they didn't end where the blue sky ceiling was. Maybe that was just because he had insider knowledge that Samantha was actually in frakking space. 

Her cleavage actually did put the Grand Canyon to shame. Dan had seen it once, and had been done after a few minutes of looking. Samantha’s cleavage, he could stare at forever. The breasts bulged against one another, vying for the space closest to their owner. He imagined that it widened considerably the further away from Samantha each breast got. She could stuff a state down her shirt, he realized. If she somehow wore a shirt or bra ever again. 

She would need a country sized canvas to cover her now, wouldn’t she?

There was nothing to take a picture of, really. There was no way he could capture their entirety in his viewfinder. The best he could do was take a few pictures of pale expanse. Really, though, telling her to put her head close to her chest and stare at what she saw would amount to the same thing. She was simply too big to see. His girl had really outdone herself this time. 

When he returned inside bearing his pictures, she studied them carefully and took a deep intake of breath as the whole trailer groaned yet again. Samantha's couch was being pushed backward into the wall with all the overflow of breast mounting up. There had once been an established two feet of space behind for which Dan could navigate to the other side and reach the kitchen if he so desired. That buffer was now completely gone.

“Dan, sweetie. I'm not trying to be mean or anything. But...uh...you might want to go stand on the beach now. We...are running out of room in here. I'm going to swell over the door soon, and soon after blast this place to smithereens.” 

“And how long have you been waiting to use those sentences?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She giggled. “All damn day.”

“This place is kind of sentimental. You sure you want to destroy this place? I mean, it was your first trailer bra!”

“I outgrew it years ago. Its time has come. Besides, what did you think I did with my first actual training bra?”

He groaned.

“You betcha,” she said. “That was a great memory, too.” Then she laughed. “Give me a break, I was like, twelve. Bursting bras was all I knew what to do with my tits. And of course, it was my smallest. So the very first one I was able to break. I'll always remember that. The hooks were still made of plastic and it just shattered like you wouldn't believe. I was very proud.”

“Anyhow,” she continued, “this trailer is more like a tit clamp than a bra, if you could call that pathetic cotton gauze breast band thing a bra either.”

“Fine, I'll be out on the sand if you need me.” He walked to the door and paused. “Uh, how far do you think I should sit?”

“Dunno,” she replied, then with relish, “But those plastic hooks...I dented the walls of my room with those.”

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Samantha felt the ocean. It was different than the multitudes of lakes and rivers. It was big. Still bigger than her, actually. She felt her breasts push their way into the turbulent waters, drop off the sea shelf and...almost be entirely unaffected by the depth of the sea. 

The deepest point in the entire ocean was only up to 7 miles down, roughly. That was nothing. That was far smaller than even the width of a single nipple.

She spanned the continent. Coast to coast, the United States of America was entirely Samantha's breasts. It was all gone except for her country-sized assets. Another dream had come true. A dream she had never dared to hope for, openly. A private fantasy that should have been so ridiculous and impossible that it could never happen. She used to role-play what this would feel like, always with the slight backdrop of bitter disappointment that it could never come true, like so many fantasies. Yet here she was. Tit squashing the entire USA. And then some. And then some more. More! EVEN MORE!

She was probably so wide, so vast, by now, she was probably consuming most of North America. She could feel the Gulf of Mexico, she thought. A large body of water to the south. Something. Did it matter? The Pacific Ocean was beneath her nipples!

And the Atlantic Ocean she could see out the window behind her shoulder.

She had once dreamed of sinking her nips into the other ocean, but she was bound to Monville once she had gotten too large to leave. Well, she had solved that problem, in a sense! What she had never realized about her fantasy was that by now, her nipples were well into space too. There was simply no way they could be bothered to scrape against anything terrestrial anymore. They were stiffed and hungry for more growth, pointing the way into the great beyond.  

They knew the Earth was dreaming too small, now!

The ocean felt amazing. She could feel its chill, its silky salty waves, its currents, all washing the underbelly of her behemoth bosom fronts. It was such a pleasurable experience, like a massage. I guess that's where I am now, Samantha thought. It takes a whole frakking ocean in order to give me a boob massage. 

Well, we'll fix that, she thought wickedly. Space could do it so much better!

She was aware of her surrounding for the first time. She wasn't going to be growing into anything interesting for a while, she thought. 

This infernal trailer was REALLY cramping her now. The widening of her breasts from her torso was being constricted UNBEARABLY. This confounded thing. Who had built this? Some nice BDSM construction crews?? It hurt!

She COULD just break it herself. But there was absolutely no fun whatsoever in doing that. She would only resort to something so humiliating if her life depended on it.  The breast conqueror of the world nearly suffocated by her own trailer? Damn the thing! Can't even bust herself out of a trailer! She would never be able to live with herself. She had wanted to destroy this thing for years. It was going to happen, by golly!

The cracking sounded really close this time. She whipped her head around and saw the cracks in the wall behind her. She realized that her breasts were attempting to crush HER! Because she was running out of room, the sofa had slid and now was being compressed against the back wall. The wall itself was splintering, but Samantha was feeling all sorts of pressure on her chest caused by her growth. They had filled up the forward, up, and down directions. There was no further place for her growth to go except backwards, towards her.

She was overflowing her own body now, being completed swallowed by her boobs, jammed against the comfy sofa, which in itself was jammed against a wall with nowhere to go. She was going to be lifted out of her seat soon! She wasn't in any danger, of course. To crush her would have required quite a bit more force. She was confident the wall would break before she did. Still...So this is what it feels like, she thought. She had to raise her chin to prevent the balloon breasts from covering up her mouth. After a few moments, her warm breasts continued to inch up her chest and up to her throat. Finally she felt her own softness connect with her chin. 

Alright, I surrender! She could no longer remain sitting. She decided standing up would be best and lifted herself from the chair. No sooner had she done that then her back was plastered against the cool wall. It made goose bumps prick up all along her arms. 

The wall was cracking behind her shoulders as she held her head aloft above the sea of tits. She filled the trailer now, even this COMPLETELY insignificant portion of her bust had become too much. She could feel all four walls, 90% of the floor and ceiling, and her own small body, perched upon the top of the sofa. Her head was close to the ceiling as she held her chin up so she could continue to breathe.

She could feel the chairs Dan had tried tampering with earlier. They were pulverized now. All the splintered furniture. That rug Dan had kept tripping over. The kitchen was all swallowed. She could feel the refrigerator crumple, the last bastion of resistance in the room.

Through her breasts, she could feel the sofa that she was standing on, soft to her ass and, what did you know, very soft and inviting to her breasts. She could even feel its warmth, from where she had been sitting all morning. She could feel the sink and microwave, or what was left. She remembered crushing them, so she knew where they roughly were. She could feel shattered glass compressed against the ceiling, light bulbs shattered by her bust.

She could feel herself through her bosom as well. Her toes on top of the sofa, digging in to herself. Her slender legs and her hard knees. She could feel her panties tight across her hips. She could feel her flat stomach. She could feel her arms completely compressed against the wall.

The little woman in this trailer felt so frail, so completely meaningless, and small.

To her body, her breasts felt unbelievably powerful. She could feel the opposite feeling on each affected part. The warm, inviting hug of her bosom, and the soft but forceful pressure exerted on her body by their envelopment. Her body was engulfed by her warm flesh. It was quite heavenly. She could fall asleep like this, even though she was standing up. Her pillows had always been a fantastic place for her to sleep. Still not enough room. She hoisted a leg up and sank it into breast, propelling herself up the last few feet until her head bumped the ceiling. No more room to go. She was completely held aloft by the force compressing her into the wall by her bosom. And still they rose like bread loves, consuming those last inches of space. 

Now it was time to just destroy the room itself. Push! PUUUUUSH! She urged her breasts. Grow! Grow! Grow! She hardly needed to egg herself on. She could feel it. This constricting box of a trailer, feeling tighter and tighter.

Suddenly she knew its time was up. Groans stopped and cracking started. The final push would need...just...a...little...moooooooooooooore. CRACK. The whole front panel of the trailer was blasted forward, finally completely unhinged from the rest of the trailer. The actual wall hadn't burst apart, though! It was still REALLY cutting into her! It was almost like her breasts were in the stockade, or being threaded through a picture frame. ARGH!! How frustrating!

But the girth of her breasts was finally too much for the ceiling. With an enormous explosion the whole ceiling was blasted off its firmaments and skyrocketed off into the distance behind her, presumably landing in the ocean somewhere back there. Samantha let out an audible sigh of relief as her breasts were released from their confines somewhat, and their massive height was allowed free reign. Samantha gulped in the fresh air. It had gotten REALLY warm in there. She propelled herself up the last few feet by pushing off her breasts, and perched herself upon the top of the back wall. 

It was like a sandbox of tit. A bread pan filled with rising banana bread. Her breasts filled the entire trailer below her, and was muffin topping right out of it. She was about to fling herself on her own bouncy castles. They looked so inviting!

A final nail popped, and the side and back panels of the trailer all fell over, no longer bound together by the roof, their resistance folded completely. With a yelp, she came crashing back down the newly exposed deck. She was sitting in the open air once again, like she hadn't in months. Blast that infernal trailer, she was glad to see the back of it. The salty sea air pricked at her neck and exposed torso, just as it had been doing to her fleshy flanks all this time. It felt good. She reached into the breast forest and felt around for the sofa. She hurriedly pulled it out from beneath her breasts. She LIKED that sofa. 

CRACK!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Samantha's eyes rolled back and she fell back against the sofa. That felt SO effing nice. The Trailer front, the last resistance had cracked at last, and the two halves were blasted apart by her forceful bosom. The parts flew in opposite directions, one north and one south, up and down the coastline.

She was trailer-free at last.  The sofa was completely backed up to the very back of the three story tall pier structure the trailer used to be situated on. She lifted her arms and let them rest on the back of the sofa on either side of her. She could feel the sea air breezing through her hair. She could get used to this. 

She opened her eyes and gawked at what she saw. Dan had NOT BEEN KIDDING. SHE WAS FRICKEN HUGE.

Her mouth fell open and she covered it with her hand, without even thinking. Her tits! They were amazing! 

It was one thing to FEEL being so large. It was quite another to actually...it was an ocean of HER. She was so vast! Each tit so massive, she would have to turn around her head completely in order to NOT see her chest. A tear came to her eyes at the beauty and she buried her head into left tit. 

Seeing herself made it so real.

She had been used to having her vision occupied by breasts. It was an occupational hazard of having a bustline bigger than a bus. But this!

She couldn't stop mauling herself.

Yet another thing snapped in her brain and she sat there in a daze as she felt herself expanding even faster. The ocean was being churned into a hot tub with the sudden influx of ton after ton after ton to the nth degree of Samantha pouring into the waters, displacing it all. 

Within moments Samantha felt a few bumps, like an itch, that were the Hawaiian Islands. Flattened completely and removed from existence. For a moment she felt something very hot, but it was stoppered immediately. A volcano, she thought dimly. How interesting. 

Pacific islands fell like everything else, already sunken by the tides of the Pacific Ocean, but Samantha grew over them just the same. 

Godzilla tits was an insult at this point. She wasn't that small. Nonetheless, Samantha had succeeded where he had once failed, capturing Tokyo in an instant, and the entire Isle of Japan.

Napoleon and Hitler and all sorts of power hungry individuals had failed to conquer the Russian front. Samantha did in minutes, as a lone woman. With just her breasts! Now that was using your feminine wiles! Or, she WOULD have conquered. 

A curious sensation pervaded her chest as she continued to grow. That of weightlessness. Which was ridiculous since she was impossibly heavy. 

She figured it out. So much of her mass was now in space! Such a significant portion, actually, that instead of being bound by Earth's gravitational pull and the weight of atmosphere,  her momentum in that weightless area beyond was causing her breasts to attempt to continue their growth in to the void. Their firmness no longer would bend around the spherical earth. 

She had outgrown the planet.

Another thing snapped in her brain and even faster she grew.

Within moments, she felt a final contact. It bumped right against her nipple. Of course, it was hopelessly dwarfed even by the very tip of her teat. Her nipple swatted it like a hail stone and it was blasted off into the vast emptiness like a cue ball knocked by a pool cue. 

The moon. She wasn't the first man on the moon, or woman for that matter, but she sure as hell was the first person to ever hit the moon with her nipple. Probably. Certainly the first to do so with a nipple bigger than the moon. Attached to an areola bigger than any country on the face of the Earth. An areola that was BIGGER than Earth. The entire Earth. Every inhabitant. Every plant, animal, and continent could be fit on the surface area of a single one of her areola. 

An entire space WORLD could dock at her areola and live out their entire lives there, like people had done on Earth. Colonize her nipple. And why not? There was plenty of space! And unlike Earth, THERE WAS ALWAYS MORE ROOM! Every day, there would be more areola!

And her areola, attached to a breast even bigger than that. Far, far bigger than that. And she had two.

Stars. Stars were the next measuring stick, she had decided. Unfortunately the sun was overhead, and her breasts were growing forward, from her perspective on the sofa, but still. There were other stars to reach, certainly! She would reach them all!

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Suddenly Samantha stopped. Stopped growing. Sensations stopped. Everything just stood still. The wind stopped howling across her lower breasts, and the ocean itself paused.

She glanced around the wreckage, alarmed. 

Dan was still sitting in awe upon the sand in the distance, unmoving.

What?

Suddenly there was a figure. A tall, skinny man standing on the trailer platform, a curt distance away from the all the shards of debris. He was dressed in a polo shirt and khakis, casual business attire. For all the world, he would have looked right at home as a technology store customer service representative. His hair was a grayish brown and his nose was beaky, but his eyes seemed to constantly shift colors. First gray, then black, then blue, then brown, they simply wouldn't settle. He was a good looking man, and it was only the hair that aged him. She was surprised that, by looking him full in the face, he wasn't old at all, perhaps in his mid-twenties or so. 

He was watching her. She was more than a little nonplussed. 

“Uhm...hello?”

“Hello.” His voice rang with power and softness and music and every instrument ever made and then some she had never experienced and with the wind and the sea and with the earth itself. “My name is Alvin.”

“N-Nice to meet you...Alvin, sir.”

He smiled warmly. She could feel herself relax. 

“What a predicament, wouldn't you say?” he gestured grandly at the expanse of Samantha surrounding them. “Amazing, if I do say so myself. You are quite a large young woman.”

“Thank you.” she answered uncertainly. “Are...are you...god?” Something had made her want to ask.

Alvin frowned. “No,” he said after a moment. “No I am not. Not in the sense you are thinking, anyway. I'm not a builder. More like a caretaker. Or groundskeeper, I suppose. That fits.”

“A caretaker,” she repeated.

“Or groundskeeper,” he agreed. “Certainly! You can't imagine how much work there is to do around the universe. And all the other ones. I assure you, there is a great need for more like me, but alas, I am the only.” He smiled again with brilliantly white teeth. ”I have finally arrived to help you with your...issues. It took me quite a while, yes, but today you elevated yourself to the top of the list. So...Samantha Duquesne. Born October 8th, 20 years ago. Resident of planet Earth, Universe %@1 009000000020334$. This is you. Girl with...ahem...rather large sexual characteristics.” He frowned, then sighed. “The unruly garden strikes again. I see. An accident.” 

“Accident? Please explain,” Samantha asked politely. She was determined to learn something, at least, from this encounter.

“Yes, quite, answers. I hate this bit.” He looked at her. “You are familiar with the infinite multiverse? That is, there is an infinite number of dimensions, each with their own infinite universe? Since it is infinity, it's the perfect sample set, in a way, for probability. In infinity, everything that can possibly happen, does happen, sooner or later.  The whole monkeys on a typewriter randomly pressing keys will eventually type out Shakespeare. That's a pretty popular example in many universes for this kind of discussion. I tested it, in one dimension. I assure you it does work. The monkeys also made this thrilling crime novel that I've recommended to a few people. It was quite good.”

“Anyhow,” he continued, “this means that there are plenty of normal universes where nothing unexpected ever happens, and then there are universes where random things happen all the time, and then there are places like this universe. Where it's normal enough, except for you.” He emphasized the “you”. 

“You're out of place,” he finished.

“It would seem that this universe and another collided together at one special moment. Namely, the morning of October 8th, twenty fateful years ago. At a specific spot only. Your DNA was completely bound to another denizen of a different universe.” 

“Oh dear,” he said faintly to himself, mopping his brow. “That means I have another mess to clean up over there.”

He continued. “The end result is that you came out quite differently than you were supposed to, according to the reasonable laws of this universe. The odds against all this occurring, well, as you can imagine, are astronomical against. Any betting man would bet against your existence. So remote is the chance you could reasonably expect it to never happen. Except for infinity. It had to happen sooner or later. It's technically possible. Law of infinity. Fun stuff. And here you are. All real and quite big. There are other incidences like this throughout the cosmos, all a bit different I would imagine. Some probably got amazing powers, some became monsters, some grew up never even knowing. You got these.” He gestured behind him, but he could have gestured practically anywhere. Samantha had breast all over the place.

“It can't be so strange to you,” he continued. “You had to know something was going on. All of your...unique physical attributes that made you so very different. The breasts, the strength, the blood. There had to be some reason, didn't there? Oh well. I can go and fix that in a moment. I can go back to the day of your birth and undo the damage. You will grow up as a perfectly ordinary girl and do perfectly ordinary things for this planet, and live the life you should have lived if the universe hadn't been such an unreasonable prick.”

“No!!”

He stared at her, startled by her outburst. “What?”

“DON'T DO ANY OF THAT!”

“You won't remember any of this. You will be perfectly fine. You don't have to be like this.” He seemed very perplexed now. 

“No. No, you don't understand. I…I love having huge breasts.”

He paused for a full moment, studying her. “I can see that, yes. But be reasonable. This big?”

“Yes!” Samantha cried vehemently.

“But what of the other people?” he asked blankly.

“Who cares?” she said fiercely.

“And about your own child?” he said slowly.

Now it was Samantha's turn to stare at him blankly. “What?”

“You're with child. You didn't know?”

“N-no,” she stammered. “I took contraceptives. It was fine.”

Alvin laughed harshly. “Sickness, sleeping drugs, alcohol, all sorts of things don't work on you, or don't work the way they should. You're so different from everyone else on this planet. Why on the cosmos did you think your birth control pills would be any different?”

“I...” Samantha was at a loss.

“My, what have we here?” A woman had appeared, draped over Alvin’s shoulder. She had dark hair and bright blue eyes, and she was very tall. 

“No!” Alvin cried. “Shoo! This has nothing to do with you!”

“You took too long, and of course it does. It has everything to do with me! I mean look at her! She’s gigantic! She’s a work of art. She’s got HUGE ol’ tits. What could have more to do with me?”

The woman stood up, toweringly so, and started to examine Samantha’s bosom. The woman was absolutely gorgeous, with super legs, and humongous boobs, even if not quite on Samantha’s level, Samantha decided with satisfaction. After a moment the raven haired beauty reached out to stroke the swollen breast closest to her.

“Mmmm, they’re magnificent,” she murmured. “How come I didn’t know about you before, love?” 

Samantha opened her mouth to answer, but she was unsure what to say, or if she was even supposed to answer at all. It was all so bizarre. She wouldn’t have trusted her voice anyway. The woman’s touch flooded Samantha's senses. There was something definitely mystical about it, and quite intoxicating. It was driving Samantha into a frenzy. If time wasn’t stopped, her breasts would be halfway to Jupiter by now!

“I won’t let this become another one of your circus acts, thank you,” Alvin said tersely.

“The Earth already intervened,” the woman said, pouting.
 
“I know,” Alvin said darkly. “To tamper with the military. I might have to do something.”

“Anyway, it's too late, Alv. It's already my kind of circus.” The woman bent down and drew a line in the sand right up against Samantha. All three of them watched as the line slowly got covered by breast. “She’s still expanding, even in your time manipulation.”

Samantha could feel it was true. She wanted to be so much bigger, and her bust was trying to comply even now.

“I’ll be damned,” Alvin marveled, “look at that!” Then he paused.

“See?” the woman said, slinking up to him again and resting her arm on his head. “You can’t help but be impressed. You can feel her desire to keep her beauties.” 

Alvin stared in consternation. “Yes, but look what it’s caused,” he muttered.  

“Come on, let’s go, tiger,” she said teasingly. “She’s giving me ideas.”

“She is? What do you mean? Is this like…? You can’t be serious,” Alvin asked, curious in spite of himself.

“But…but…what about her! I can’t LEAVE her here. Like this!”

“Rewind this place three days, pop her into an uninhabited dimension, and let the poor girl have her fun. Everybody wins.”

“I suppose. But the principle of it!”

“You’ll get over it.”

“Actually,” Alvin said readily, “it would probably be easier to just move everyone else. Considering her mass now, it's easier to transplant the rest and leave her here.” 

“Yes,” the woman agreed, placating. “Just do that.”

“Besides, I don't want to have to go and wrangle with the Moon. She's so annoying. Did you see what this girl did to her?”

“I noticed,” came her dulcet tones. “You sound like you've convinced yourself.”

The woman had taken his hand and started dragging him backward.

“Oh…oh confound it, woman. Fine. FINE.” They were already fading into the horizon when he called back to Samantha. “You’ll get what you want, but I hope you don’t regret it, Mrs. Peppers!” A ripple coursed through everything Samantha could feel. The world itself seemed to ripple and change beneath her. 

“Wow, thank you!” Samantha screamed at their receding forms. “Make sure to give me Dan, too! And can you make my friend Juliana’s boobs bigger? She’d be ever so appreciative!”

The big woman laughed. “What charity!” she said cheerfully. “Consider it done!” She waved her hand and some unseen force moved. Samantha felt her hair shiver.

“Hey, come on now. You can’t just do things like that right in front of me,” Alvin protested.

“I beg to differ. I intend to do LOTS of things like that right in front of you.” The duo vanished.

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Samantha sat there in stupefaction. She was almost too startled to realize that her growth had resumed, even faster than ever. 

There were footsteps and Dan flopped on her sofa next to her.

“We're alone,” she said slowly.

“What?”

She explained as much as she could, slowly, for she wasn't sure she understood herself. Dan was amazed.

“And you can believe me,” she finished, “because look.” She pointed down into the sand.

There was a brand new house there in the sand.

“We will find everything we will ever need there.” She wasn't sure how she knew that but she did.

He stared at the house down below. “I'm gonna be a Dad!” He cheered, standing up and attempting to sweep Samantha off the sofa with him. Because of her prodigious weight, however, all he managed to do was accidentally pull himself back to the sofa. He recovered quickly and gave her a full on kiss.

They reveled in each other’s arms for a moment, not needing to share any words on the momentous news.

They both eventually locked their eyes on the new house on the beach. “I'm gonna have to go check that out” he said finally. “That's...that's IMPOSSIBLE. I mean. Isn't it? But then, where did it come from?”

“I want to meet God!” he said.

“Caretaker,” she corrected. “Anyhow, that's not important.”

“It's...not? I mean. I guess not. Sure. I have my concept of reality shattered every day, and the nature of the universe laid bare before my eyes every Tuesday. And also, this is like the fifth time I've found out I'm a dad.”

She laughed and pulled his head into her chest again, headlocking him into the familiar position. “I certainly HOPE that isn't true! Else there's a few girls who are going to meet my breasts in the worst possible way. Don't worry about all that cosmic deep thinking right now. You should be worrying about THESE babies.”

“I think your breasts are going to be just fine. They ruined civilization as we know it. I think they will get along okay without me.”

“No, you're not understanding what Alvin said. Or rather, what he meant.”

“There was more?”

“No, no, but he basically said it. Don’t you understand? The universes are infinite! Infinite probability! Monkeys on a typewriter! I've never heard that one before, actually, have you? NOT IMPORTANT. As long as it's possible, it happens. That means it is likely there is someone out there bigger than me! It's technically possible.” Samantha gritted her teeth, then ranted. “I cannot, will not, positively shall not allow it. Ohhh, I just bet she’s a bitch. You don’t want her bigger than ME, do you?!?! You want your wife, mother of your child, to have small, itty bitty, insignificant tits? You better say no, Daniel, if you know what’s good for you!"

“No,” Dan said meekly. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to outgrow infinity.”

“That’s impossible.”

“I’m going to outgrow this universe and into the next one.”

“But by the very definition of infinity, you can’t.”

“Oh? Well, I was going to ask you to help me, but if you’re otherwise preoccupied…”

“I take back everything I just said.”

“I'm glad.”

“Me too.”

“I'm going to need my birthday present.”

Dan dove around in the sofa cushions and pulled out a small hand held vibrating device. An electronic back massager! He rested it upon Samantha's breasts and turned it on. The device instantly buzzed to life, strongly shaking and massaging.

Whatever Samantha had been about to say died in her throat. She closed her eyes and tugged Dan by the shorts to her lap. And so the duo got to work on Samantha's body, and occasionally on Dan's. Lips met lips and hands met flesh.

“Also,” Dan spoke in between kisses, “I think your tits have caused a tidal wave in Spain.”

Samantha laughed hysterically. “Thanks for reminding me.”

Samantha’s hands dropped down, each of duo getting one set of her long fingers. Dan’s hands refused to move from the largest breasts in the world, returning the favor. Samantha was in frenzy, and shared it with Dan immediately. There was no escaping her embrace. 

After a few moments of their current situation, Samantha stopped. “HERE!” She said, and grabbed Dan by his shoulders, hoisting him up. She immediately shoved him roughly into her cleavage, enveloping him up to his chin in her phenomenal bust. 

Every movement he made sent ripples through her titans. Every beat of his heart was felt by her own. He bent down to her lap to fulfill his duties, and she could still feel him being completely squashed by her bazooms. They ordinary filled her lap far beyond capacity, and his head required displacing them just to grant access.

She firmly groped the outer swells of what she could reach over her breast, and lovingly compressed them to massage her lover’s entire body. He would never be able to escape their tremendous weight without her help, and she had no desire to do any such thing. She wasn’t done, not nearly now!

The lucky lovers were never in greater spirits. Perfect happiness was obtained on that eastern shore.

Samantha grew at an alarming rate. She expanded like all of her pent up dreams over the years were unleashed in a torrent of furious growth that nothing could dismay. 

Within moments she was larger than Jupiter. Each breast had a diameter greater than 87,000 miles. That was a whole lot of tit. 

Space debris was battering her now, bouncing harmlessly off her titanic melons, but giving her a few good lumps that only fueled her passion even further. “I love space,” she breathed. “Asteroids are attacking me.” 

Dan’s ears were completely covered by breast, but he could hear that she was no longer screaming. His head surfaced. “Are you okay?”

“Yes!” she screamed and shoved his head back down beneath her lap-filling, Earth crushing breasts.

She felt her bosom crash into Jupiter, at least she thought that’s what it was, because it was large. The gas giant tickled her breasts, its atmosphere doing its best to try and thwart her growth, but of course that was impossible. The entire planet blasted apart at the outskirts of her left breast, dissolved into space debris as it had dared to fight Samantha's appetite for growth. It was an afterthought to her size, now. 

Planets were playthings to her breast colossus. The very Earth that she had lived her entire life upon, that she was currently SITTING on, was not only nowhere near large enough to contain her breasts, but was utterly dwarfed by each one. By each areola. By each nipple. 

The Earth itself was sinking into her cleavage. Her breasts just continued to get wider and longer and fatter and larger, and the Earth became increasingly less significant. She was tit- fucking the Earth itself. NOW she was truly Earth’s queen. The conqueror of all. She could feel the freezing poles, the warm equatorial regions, EVERYTHING. Everything and anything humanity had ever physically know, all people that had ever lived, the entire scope of anything Homo Sapiens had was nestled between her tits. Another meaningless planet in the tides of the cosmos, from the point of view of her breasts. It wasn’t even a particularly big planet.

Don’t worry about being a dwarf planet, Pluto, Samantha thought. I got those bullies back for you. I’ll dwarf all the other planets too. They will all feel small, just like you. 

She grew even bigger. Even faster. 

Planetary bodies were being knocked about with ease. She could feel them like hail, then like peas, then pinpricks. 

Something singed her. “Yeowch!” A star! It had it be. Boy, was it hot!

And...WOW...was it ever SMALL? Pitiful little star.

Another one burned across her nipple, only exciting her further, if that was even possible. The jolts of sensation traveled across lightyears of breast. It was searing hot, but it had no way of knowing that was exactly what she liked! She surged even further, blasting the bug bite of heat into distance space.

The burning pinpricks were becoming extremely common as the sensations shrank away. It felt like an ocean of suns, grazing across her, swarming her breasts. They were being scattered from her path like pebbles before a broom.

She could feel something tugging at her, now. It was teasing with her nipples with tremendous force, attempting to bend them. A voracious gravitational appetite was fondling her stiffies with such tender caress that she could not contain herself. Her areolas joined in on the sensation, their soft silkiness being distorted on her chest. It was heavenly, like a mouth suckling at her, lavishing her with its forceful love.

Bump! She knocked into the source of it effortlessly, smaller than her nipple by the time she reached it. The black hole at the center of the galaxy. She had outgrown even its effects. 

She was crashing through stars and other mites of celestial mass like crazy, and...more than could be accounted for by her growth. She was attracting them. She had gotten so unbelievably gigantic that she had her own tremendous gravitational pull. She was ensnaring nearby star clusters and tacking them to her, then brushing them aside at the same time with her never-ending growth. Suns and planets and asteroids came from lightyears around just to crash into her bust and be knocked away, obliterated by her inexorable growth. 

For a few moments she was growing into nothingness. Then with rapid fire speed more and more intense gravitational pulls attempted to persuade her abundance of breast. The other galaxies of the universe were being reduced to space dust by her bustline. 

With nipples the size of spiraling galaxies, areola the size of...something much bigger than that, and breasts the size of...Samantha's breasts. There was nothing else to compare herself to. 

Earth was beyond insignificant. Almost completely enveloped, except for the part actually behind Samantha, it felt so SMALL to her breasts. Despite that fact that she and her husband were physically standing upon it. She herself was inconsequential to her own tits, in a way. Dan’s ministrations felt amazing, and she was busy returning in kind, as forcefully as she dared. 

When her mouth wasn’t busy, she was narrating her sensations to him, and his arousal never wavered. “I’m fucking huge, Dan.” She crooned.

She was expanding through nothingness until her nipple crashed into a thick veil. Something she couldn't puncture. It was obviously enormous, but malleable like a balloon. Her nipple merely stretched it until the material hit its limit...and it held. 

Samantha sat upright. What? Something was still bigger than her?

Her nipple had started to be held in place, but since she was still growing, she could feel it being forced to sink back into her flesh. Her other nipple made contact and she confirmed that whatever it was, it was indeed huge!

The feeling was intoxicating. Something was still larger than her nipples! Her breasts slowly mashed against its vast expanse. It was a big sphere and they were on the inside. Contained in an enormous bubble.

Bigger than her! Unacceptable, at this point. She would allow nothing to fit that description.

She willed herself harder, hoping there was something still left, and her breasts responded again. Another thing snapped and she expanded even faster than ever before. Her breasts met with the wall and started to consume every available inch of it as she grew. She was filling the sphere. Slowly but surely, her bloated mass was smothering it.

Faster! Faster! FASTER!

The bubble that had contained all the galaxies she had crushed. It could only be one thing. The limit of the universe. It WAS supposed to be impossible. But there it was. And she was THIS close to bursting it!

Slowly the bubble was getting TOO SMALL! It was constrictive to her mass. She did it! She had filled every single thing that was possible to fill. Crushed every single thing that was possible to crush. Grown as far as it was possible to grow. 

The bubble shattered. 

Her breasts came tumbling out into nothingness as they swelled. 

She shook Dan roughly as she shrieked. “I burst this universe like one of my bras! Time for me to outgrow the next one! I want my size to be measurable in quantities of universes. I still have bras to break. Oh, I'm so happy! There's MORE!”

Then she came into contact with two more bubbles. Each of her breasts could feel them. Each breast was larger than these other bubble universes. There was a third that met her nipple. This time, the impact was too great and her nips punched right through the skin. 

My nipples aren't just out of this world, she thought smugly, but out of this universe. In YOURS. Whoever you people are.

There was a planet in universe %@1 009000000020347$ that now housed Samantha's left nipple. The grand master of Blue Blob Butterslips of Yveltas was just finishing his morning ritual when the entire planet fell in shadow. 

He rushed to the window and saw nothing but a deep burgundy red filling the entire sky. It was textured with small crinkly bumps and it loomed closer and closer.

“Oh, ye gods!” he cried. “We are not ready!” 

He yelled down to the inhabitants below the monastery. “Quickly. Bring the virgin! We must perform the ritua-”

Yveltas was never heard from again. In a moment, the galaxies in universe %@1 009000000020347$ were blasted to bits with a single nipple, in a single moment. 

Soon Samantha filled even a whole bubble universe with just a single nipple. Then with merely the tip of her nipple. Then her nipple wouldn't even fit in one. She just belted them out of her way, blasting them to bits with her leading ladies. 

Entire civilizations, worlds, galaxies, universes all became mere bumps upon her nipple. She was brushing through them like a train through marbles. Her nipple size was only exceeded by the universe swallowing tits they were leading. What had felt like marbles became specks of sand as Samantha continued to grow along the beaches of this infinite plane.

Until she crashed into another, much, much, much larger bubble. A bubble that held the other bubbles. Okay, Samantha thought. Let's dance. 

So she did. Samantha grew and grew and grew. It was never enough. She burst that one, and the next. How many were there? She was always hoping for one more. Bigger was never big enough.

I want to be the biggest thing, ever, she thought. And she could do it.

She had never quite gotten around to crushing that bus between her tits. But she supposed this would have to do. Anyhow, if she kept growing, she supposed a bus was going to find itself between her breasts and then be squashed. It was going to happen naturally, sooner or later. Monkeys on a typewriter. Infinity and all that. She wondered how many universes she would have to go through first.

Oh well. She had time to find out. She certainly wasn't going to stop any time soon. That was her motto. Never. Stop. Growing. You can always go bigger.

She did.

Samantha’s Colossal Bust
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THE END