WARNING! The following material is intended for mature 
audiences..., wait, let me rephrase that. The following is intended for 
adults 18 and older, not matter how mature they are. If you are 
underage and are reading this story, there is little I can do to stop 
you, except launch a cyber-nuke through your modem and fry your 
computer. Besides that, I am powerless. Oh, and the usual legal 
babble, don't steal my ideas without asking me first, especially the 
title, plot, and characters, they're mine. If you ask nicely, I will lend 
them to you if you give me credit. Blah blah blah



THE M FILES
Breast Pump: Julie returns
written by; 
Agent M




	Julie was extremely proud of her new breasts. Their large size 
gave her a sense of importance and dominance over those with 
smaller breasts. She knew that other girls envied her, and a small 
number of them were disgusted with her. She could feel them staring 
at her as she walked down the sidewalk towards the mall, her large 
tits swinging and bouncing with each step. Her tight white T-shirt did 
little to hide her new assets, while her black Adidas shorts showed 
off her firm ass. Her short brown hair hung just above her shoulders, 
and her red sneakers and white socks gave her a sort of innocent 
school girl look. "I can't wait to buy some new outfits!" she thought to 
herself, just as she walked through the mall entrance. It was early, 
and there wasn't many people, which disappointed her slightly. Julie 
was looking forward to showing off her chest to as many people as 
she could..., "maybe I'll start one of those Internet sites..., as long as I 
keep SOME clothes on, it isn't kiddy porn..., I think."
	Her first stop was a small lingerie shop, called "All Things Great 
and Small." She had heard that this store had a wide variety of bras 
and other items, designed for showing off one's figure. Smiling to 
herself, she bounced into the shop. It was filled with all sorts or 
different types of lingerie, everything from flannel pajamas to more 
"adventurous" outfits. Her eyes scanned the shop, looking at all the 
different lacy and racy items.
	"Can I help you?" asked the female voice behind her.
	Julie turned around, a bit too fast for her new form, causing her 
large chest to bounce back and forth. The salesclerk was, to say the 
least, somewhat surprised by her chest as well. "Err, I guess I can't 
interest you in a training bra." she smiled.
	Julie blushed, and held her hands behind her back in a cute 
schoolgirl way, which made her breasts lurch out even more. "Uh, hi. 
I'm looking for some new bras. I kinda outgrew my old ones," which 
wasn't completely a lie.


	After an hour and a half of choosing and trying on various bras, 
teddies, and other items, Julie left the store with six large bags full of 
new clothes, and a rather large bill on her credit card. "Well, big bras 
are expensive..., especially when you're fifteen and wear an EE cup!" 
Even she was surprised at the huge size of her tits, but there was no 
way to reverse her changes, at least, none she knew of. "But, I 
probably would've made them bigger anyways," she said to herself, 
as she bounced into The Gap.


	Julie walked out of the store, wearing a new pink blouse top, 
with the first two buttons open, showing off a generous amount of 
cleavage, as well as a short green plaid skirt, and matching black 
heels. She looked at her watch; it was 1:30, and she had come in at 
9:15. "Wow, I guess shopping really is exercise. But my bags are so 
fucking heavy!" She walked over to the foot court, and sat down to 
rest, her bags in a big pile beside her. "Damn, my back hurts! I can't 
carry these packages and these tits at the same time, and I don't 
think I could take these off," cupping her breasts in her hands under 
the table. They felt so heavy, and oozed through her fingers slightly. 
She sighed, and forced herself to take her hands off her tits, or else 
she might start masturbating in the middle of the mall! She leaned 
back, began looking around, and had to lean forward again. With her 
new bra on, her tits stuck out at least 8" from her chest, and blocked 
her vision. As she leaned over, she saw her friend Roland over near 
the Captain Sub, typing away at his laptop. She had met him here a 
few times, and he always had his laptop with him, although he never 
let her see it.
	Although he wore glasses, he wasn't really a nerd. Sure, he was 
smart, but he like sports and hanging out, and he was kind of cute. 
His brown wire-frame glasses blended with his face, which always 
seemed to have a bit of a tan. His dark brown hair was cut a 
reasonable length, and fell naturally on his head; he had told her he 
hardly ever combed his hair, but she didn't believe it. "I mean, it 
sometimes takes me an hour to get my hair right, how can he wake 
up with his like that?" He was 5'8, about average height, but to her 
he was kind of tall. And muscular! He had natural muscles, from 
working with his father, who was a carpenter before he built a bunch 
of cottages in the country and began renting them. Surprisingly 
enough, he didn't date at all, he didn't even go to the dances, which 
earned him the reputation of being a nerd. "But..., he is kind of 
cute...," she smiled to herself, and strutted up behind him, hips and 
tits swaying with every step.
	"Hi Roland! What'cha doin'?"
	Ronald was, to say the least, somewhat startled. With a muffled 
yelp, he closed his laptop and spun around on his chair, only to stare 
face-to-tit with Julie's two huge breasts. His eyes, after staring ahead 
for some time, slowly inched up past the opening in her blouse, and 
to her face. "Julie? Is that you? What the hell happened?" That was 
another thing; he didn't curse much, at least not in public places or in 
front of his parents.
	"Oh, you mean these?" she giggled, holding the up higher with 
her hands.
	"Jesus! What the hell happened? Did you get implants or 
something? I saw you last weak, and you were fla...," he paused, 
rethinking his words. "Err, I mean, you weren't THAT big!"
	"Oh, well, you know, we girls mature rather quickly."
	"Oh, yeah, sure." Roland was still staring at her chest. "Damn!" 
he thought to himself. "They're bigger than her head! I can't see how 
she can stand up with those things..., let alone walk."
	"... right Roland?"
	"Huh? What? Oh, yeah, sure. Of course, that's exactly what I 
was going to say."
	Julie smiled. "Uh huh. I bet, then what did I just say?"
	"Umm, well, you just said 'Uh huh'..."
	She smiled. "You were staring at my tits, weren't you?"
	"Uh, no! I mean, they're nice, but I was paying attention, 
honest!" he stammered. Having little experience talking with girls in 
any nature besides sports and school, Ronald was having a hard time 
keeping his mind focused.
	"Aww, too bad. I was hoping you were, I'm kinda proud of 
them. Don't you like them?" she pouted, hands crossed underneath 
her chest, her breasts spilling over them.
	"Oh, no... I mean, yes! I think they're great! They're kinda big, 
don't you think?"
	She looked down, faking ignorance. "You know, you are right, 
they ARE kinda big! And you know what?"
	"What?"
	"I LIKE kinda big!" She grinned, as she pulled her arms away 
suddenly, causing her massive globes bounce and sway, Roland 
following their every movent with his eyes, while his mouth hung 
open.
	Julie like this new power over men, she could probably make 
him bark like a dog, or run around the mall with his underwear on 
his head with just a smile and a jiggle. She swayed seductively to the 
other side of the table, giving him an excellent view of her firm 
behind, and the sides of her breasts, which swayed back and forth. 
She sat down quickly, and on purpose, causing her massive mams to 
bounce even more. "Now, let's see what you've been up to" she said, 
as she reached over and grabbed his laptop. Before he could even 
react, she already had it open, and smiled from ear to ear. He was on 
a porn site, for a model named Meloney Charms. "Oh Roland! You bad 
boy! You like big fake tits, huh?"
	"No! I mean..., yeah. I like big tits, fake or real, but yours are 
the biggest real ones I've ever seen..., if they ARE real." He leaned 
forward, staring more intently at her huge boobs. They seemed to be 
the right shape, and they weren't too firm or too saggy, although it 
was hard to tell with her bra on.
	"Oh, trust me Rol, they ARE real. And maybe, if you're a good 
boy, I'll even let you see how real the are." She bit the end of her 
pinky, trying to look seductive, and it was working.


	Eventually, they got used to her breasts, and began talking 
about other things; fashion, movies, friends, but everytime they 
started to talk about something besides her breasts, they would come 
right back to them. That is, until Brenda walked past them. Julie had 
her breasts semi-hidden under the table, and didn't even notice her, 
until she spoke.
	"Well, if it isn't Flat-wood Mac! What are doing out here in 
public, shouldn't you be off under a rock somewhere?"
	Julie, needless to say, was pissed off. She stood up to slap her, 
but she gasped and stumbled backwards.
	"What the fuck are those?" she said, pointing to Julie's rather 
large chest.
	She grinned evilly. "Oh, you mean these?" she said coyly, 
holding them in her hands, the flesh spilling out over them. "Why, 
these are called breasts. Of course, you wouldn't know, after all, 
yours are so small."
	Brenda was still confused, but she had her pride and reputation 
to defend. "Wow, that must be a lot of toilet paper, can I borrow 
some? My nose is snotty."
	"That's not all that's snotty, bitch."
	Brenda snarled, not a human snarl, but more of an animal 
growl. She grabbed out at Julie's chest, catching her off guard, as she 
tried to scrunch up all the tissues. "Ha! I teach her to call me a bitch!" 
She was quite surprised to find soft, warm flesh in her hands instead 
of Kleenex. "What the fuck!" she yelled, as she recoiled her hand. 
"There's no fucking way those are real!"
	Julie smiled, and in an astonishing move, unbuttoned her 
blouse, exposing her huge tits, flesh popping out from their cups. "Oh, 
but they are, and more real than yours will ever be!" Rumor had it 
that Brenda's breasts were..., well, let's just say, a gift from her 
parents, not from God.
	"That's sick! Anyone with tits that big is a freak!"
	"What's the matter? Don't your tits 'measure up'?"
	With a muffled scream, and a stream of curses, Brenda 
stomped away from the food court and out of the mall.
	"That was so cool!" she laughed, as she hugged Roland, burying 
him in her expansive cleavage. Of course, he did nothing to stop her. 
They decided to walk home, and he even carried her bags for her, 
and in return, she modeled some of her new outfits for him..., 
including her "birthday suit."


The End


	Future flash: Julie and Roland are now in college, and currently 
sharing an apartment. While he studies to be a scientist, she is 
currently studying acting, and has a promising career in Hollywood. 
She currently works at a "bikini bar", and is quite happy with her 
breasts. She exercises regularly, and has build up her back muscles, 
so walking is no longer painful. She and Roland are currently 
designing her own website, which they believe will be a big success. 
And, oh yes, she still has the little yellow pump, "just in case".


	"That's fine Slick, but as of this moment, your skills are worth 
precisely..., dick."

Tommy Lee Jones
Men In Black