Attention: This story involves massive expansion via implants and one or more obscure and pretentious references to classical music.� If either of those things offend you, you may wish to read something else (If both of those things offend you, I dunno, maybe it all cancels out and you�ll be just fine with the story).

A Really Big Show

by: Kodos

�� Audrey waited just offstage; the murmur the audience as they filed in and found their seats set her heart racing.� When she had studied music back in college she had never imagined that this was where it would take her.� Any moment now the huge doors at the back of the hall would be closed, the lights would dim, and it would be time for her to really give her audience what they had come for.

�� Audrey had never expected to find herself here.� She had dreamed of singing in front of sold out crowds in New York, Sydney, and in all the storied and ancient capitals of Europe, where centuries of culture hung heavy over every opera house.� Instead she was here; about to take center stage at the National, a grand old pile that had seen its best days at least half a century before and now enjoyed new life as home to more experimental modes of theater, performance art, and the occasional Burlesque show.� Which was where she came in.� Not the Burlesque, Audrey would be the first to assure you if you asked; she had studied long and hard to perfect her art.� She didn't just get up there to prance and jiggle around while a band beat out a few fevered and lurid tunes; Audrey was an artist.� Of course there was a huge element or erotica to what she did, that was what made it art, and, she had to admit, a lot of what kept her coming back night after night, the thrill of pushing things as far as she dared and then leaving fate in the hands of the audience, but no matter how arousing it felt to let herself cut loose out there, it was still art, just a form of it most people weren't ready for yet.

�� The crowd wasn't that big, no more than a hundred, but each one of whom had sought her out, grew quiet.� The house lights faded and a single unblinking beam lit the stage.� The orchestra was almost invisible in the pit before the stage, the curtains were already flung wide open, the bare stage holding only a very large glass tank elevated several feet above the floor and filled with a liquid the color of a stormy sky, from which two long, flexible hoses trailed.

�� The expectation of the crowd was palpable; Audrey felt her hands trembling, her heart almost leapt to her throat as she felt a gentle push at her elbow and a hushed voice from the darkness urge her on.

�� Her heels echoed off the worn wood of the stage.� Like every time she walked out, Audrey found herself in a state of nigh-euphoric awareness.� She could feel every thread of the slinky blue dress that hugged her body, the way that every inch of her was so primed for performance she could hardly stand it.� Her breasts bounced gently as she moved, they were a good fit with the rest of her figure, just a little curvy without being too voluptuous.� Audrey smiled- that would be changing soon enough.�

�� She reached her mark and stood facing the audience, an expression of carefully rehearsed calm hiding her anxiety, her blonde curls hanging in loose ringlets about her bare shoulders.� A moment later short, slender woman with a pixie haircut followed her onstage, her black dress pretty, but far from ostentatious.� As far as Audrey and the audience were concerned, she was just there to get things flowing smoothly, just another stagehand with one or two very important responsibilities.� Without speaking a word, she glided over to the tank, took up the free ends of both hoses, and carried them over to where Audrey stood.� The petite woman knew her job well; standing behind the singer she found the small, almost invisible ports in Audrey's breasts, first on the one side and then the other.� As the connection was made, Audrey shivered at the cold; she could already practically feel the stuff leaking into her.

�� The stage girl retreated back to the tank and placed her hand on an oversized valve waiting there.� Audrey stood absolutely still.� She always worried that the heat of the lights would make her makeup run.� If she could have gotten away with wearing less, she would have, and she could never help shake the feeling that it made her look like a call girl.� A very expensive one, perhaps, but then it was just one more thing about performing that let Audrey thrill at stepping outside the self that most people in her life knew her for and into something deliciously more exotic.

�� The hall was so quiet that Audrey was sure the audience could heart her heart pounding in her chest.� She tried not to faint as she waited, feeling all those eyes on her, watching, waiting.

�� The orchestra played two sharp, confident notes.� Audrey heard the valve being turned, felt a rush as the fluid in the tank began to gently flow into her, and Audrey began to sing.

�� Her warm, clear voice filled the cavernous space before her, the sound of the hidden orchestra smoothly supporting her as Audrey flung herself into one of her favorite arias.� All the tension that had been building and building inside of her for the last hour melted away in an instant, as if she had been wound as tightly as she could and was now channeling every bit of that anxiety into bringing words, written in a foreign tongue by a man now dead for centuries on a continent half a world away, back to the same soul they had enjoyed the first time a woman's voice had given them life.� And she could feel herself getting bigger.� Already Audrey's breasts were plumping up; she had to have gained at least a cup size just during the first stanza.� Her dress was tailored for this, it wouldn't do to have the singer all exposed so very early in the show, and she doubted that anyone more than halfway back could even see the difference yet, though everyone out there in the dark knew exactly what was going on.

�� Audrey felt herself getting properly warmed up; she relaxed even more, throwing trills and flourishes into her performance, now enjoying this as much for the sheer sake of using her voice as for the excitement of being in front of an audience.� The fluid flowed steadily into her breasts, filling them now until they began to bulge out a bit above the strapless dress.� Though it still contained them more than adequately, Audrey gave a shudder of delight as they grew perkier with each passing measure.

�� Her life had changed so very suddenly.� She had never even heard of this new art form until a few months before, but after one of the more outr� girls at the college had mentioned it, Audrey had found herself instantly, utterly, hopelessly obsessed with gaining entrance to this secretive culture.� She spent sleepless, sweaty nights poring over websites that described this new fusion of the erotic and the serene, holding both in tight and delicate balance.� She looked for names, found videos, showing women altered in ways that terrified and excited her to fever pitch, passed from one enthusiast to the next.� It seemed that while the devotees of this new art were legion, they kept a low profile, and none were permitted to enter their world lightly.� Still, Audrey sought them out tirelessly; it was senior year and her grades slipped lower and lower as she tracked down certain people, singing for some, and demonstrating her suitability to this new discipline to others in ways that left her infinitely more mystified.� At last her efforts bore fruit; Audrey came home one night to find a note slipped under her front door, with an address, and a name.

�� Her first piece came to an end; Audrey holding out a high note over the sound of a spirited string section.� She reveled in the sensation; even as she exhaled, her dress was growing tighter around her chest.� Her breasts had been filled to the size of ripe cantaloupes now; above the plunging neckline of her gown, her cleavage had become much more than merely ample.� This was when the fun started; the liquid flowing into her breasts had had time enough to soak in a bit, lubricating her implants from inside and leaving them increasingly pliable.� There was no pump forcing the fluid into her body, just the force of gravity steadily feeding it into her as quickly as she could expand.� Now sporting a pair that could have earned her a very healthy income as a stripper, Audrey smiled demurely, and began her next song.

�� The address was to a clinic with the look of a government lab, something only barely within the law, and well-funded, but meant not to attract attention.� The staff there said little.� After such hard work she had been invited into this life and now that she was to be initiated, little remained to be said.� A nurse had examined her, made sure that Audrey had no condition that would prevent the procedure from succeeding, and the doctor, a shrewd-looking woman of about fifty, had sat her down for a short but pointed discussion about what they would be doing to her body, what changes she would notice, what the risks were, and exactly what kind of results Audrey could look forward to.� And then she had signed her name on the line.

�� As she effortlessly switched to Russian, Audrey's voice rang clear as a bell as the orchestra rolled on with a ponderous Slavic theme.� She always had to fight to resist the urge to sway, to let her body move in time with the music; that as not the way she was supposed to perform.� Besides, she thought to herself, she was big enough up top now that if she let herself get even a little carried away, she was liable to spill right out of her dress.� Audrey could feel the fluid swirling inside her breasts; now swollen to the point where they were wider than her chest.� Though she tried her best to keep them still, for control was such a huge part all this, using her voice as spiritedly as she was still set them wobbling visibly.� Whenever she inhaled deeply before a long passage, her breasts felt like they were going to tear through the front of her dress.� A familiar tingle raced through her flesh; the easy part was over; she could feel her skin stretching as the liquid accumulating inside her breasts left them more enlarged with every passing second.

�� Audrey had visited the clinic once a week for a month.� Each time she had suffered through a round of injections, drugs and chemicals meant to make her breasts more supple.� Though she was now barely an A-cup, the doctor had explained that even fully drained, the implants they were going to stuff inside her would leave Audrey a D, at least, and it would ruin the illusion for her take the stage with her breasts already looking artificially round.� Besides, if she was serious about making a living at this, Audrey would have to be willing to fill herself to immensely greater sizes than that.� Her breasts needed to be prepared to endure being enlarged to dimensions beyond anything remotely natural if she was to perform properly.� The surgery had gone off without a hitch.� Audrey walked into the clinic after a sleepless night, and was dropped off at her apartment nine hours later.� Her entire chest ached, even with the drugs, but through the mass of bandages wrapped around her, Audrey could already see a pair of twin mounds larger than she had ever imagined having.

�� Now carrying more than a gallon in each breast, Audrey sang on.� Her dress slipped lower and lower as she grew; only the fact that the fabric was treated to slightly adhere to her skin had saved her from exposing herself already.� They swelled out wider than her shoulders now, and would have hung almost down to her navel, but the support her dress offered encouraged her breasts to bulge upwards, forcing them to spill farther and farther out of her dress until only their lower hemispheres remained covered; above they were two fat hills of creamy flesh trembling whenever Audrey pushed her talents to the utmost.� They were still almost impossibly soft considering that volume of fluid that her implants now held; Audrey knew that a lot of other girls would already have rock-hard tits that looked ready to pop at this size.� But not Audrey; even as she felt her skin stretching to contain the growing volume of her bust, she knew she could still hold far more than this before she began to feel the strain.

�� A week after her surgery, the bandages had come off.� As the doctor had pronounced the operation a success, Audrey had been overwhelmed by how strange it felt to now have a pair of small fill ports embedded in her flesh, and though they were small enough that only a very thorough inspection would ever have uncovered their presence, she often found herself fingering them absentmindedly, insatiably curious about just how it would feel to put them to work.� Another month and she was declared fit for duty.� A large tank with two hoses was delivered to her apartment.� Far from the stylish glass sphere behind her on stage, with one was purely practical, a blue plastic cylinder with an industrial-looking pump on top.� The instructions were brief, offering only the barest information on how to use it.� There were warnings too, especially about how her body would need time to adapt to this, how she shouldn't fill herself up too much, at least not at first.� Audrey had waited so long for this though, worked so hard- up in her room she fumbled awkwardly at mating the hoses to her fill ports, and finally succeeding, she did not hesitate to turn on the pump as high as it would go.

�� Audrey was almost finished with her second song, and she could feel her breasts filling faster now.� That was how it was supposed to work; the more her implants expanded, the less they resisted taking in more, Audrey's growth rate accelerating the longer she stayed plugged in to the tank.� There were just a few measures to go now; Audrey inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with enough air to finish up strong.� As she breathed in, Audrey heard the sound of fabric tearing; she felt the tickle of fraying threads as she split her seams, her blue dress stretched beyond what it could take as it tore open in the front all the way down to her hips.� There was a loud, sodden slap as her breasts, now swollen larger than watermelons, smacked against her body, quivering from the impact.� They hung just beyond Audrey's navel now, and huge as they were, her breasts were still far enough from their limits that they remained soft and yielding.� Her nipples stiffened instantly in the cool air of the hall, and while they were just as pert as ever, her areolae had already been drawn out to three inches across, their rosy pinkness stark in contrast to the alabaster whiteness of Audrey's skin.� The orchestra grew quiet, and Audrey dared to take a small bow, her heavy bosom hanging away from her body as she leaned forwards, threatening to pull her off balance.

�� Sitting on her bed, Audrey had felt the cool fluid flowing through the hoses and into her newly augmented bosom.� She watched, enraptured as her breasts, already much larger than she was used to, began to swell.� Hefting her growing handfuls, Audrey found it even more pleasurable than she'd imagined as she rapidly gained a cup size, and then another.� As they overflowed her hands, Audrey felt the tension beginning to increase in her breasts; the doctor had said this would happen the first time she filled herself, and that it was only going to get worse the longer she kept the pump running.� This was what the injections had been for, so that her modest little peaks could be safely filled to dozens of times their normal size unharmed.� It was starting to get uncomfortable now, Audrey thought, as the fluid entered her body, forcing her breasts to become so much larger than they had ever been in her life.� They were very firm to the touch now and growing rounder by the second.� It was important, the doctor had explained, to push herself as far she possibly could the first time; this would affect her upper limits after she was finished healing.� While Audrey certainly shouldn't fill her new breasts beyond what was safe, she cautioned, and the clinic had made sure to send her home with only a partially filled tank, if she really wanted to be one of the biggest performers out there, she was going to have to push herself well beyond what was comfortable.

�� Scattered applause came from the audience, and Audrey fought to suppress a look of satisfaction.� It was rare for a singer to receive such fulsome praise so early in her act.� She wondered what exactly it was that she had done that impressed them so.� Her control up to this point had been flawless, and it certainly compromised a girl's artistry if she was up on stage looking like she was either terrified at how enormous she was getting, or so horny that she was struggling to resist the urge to play with herself.� Audrey had practiced until she was one of the best though, and not content to play by the same rules as everyone else, had earned a reputation for being a fast filler, a singer who used larger hoses and a bigger tank to increase her fill rate; this was viewed as risky by many in the art, but a woman who could pull it off successfully was always in demand and could command an excellent fee for a performance.� Up to nearly three gallons in each breast, Audrey could feel the weight of her bust growing; now that she was freed from the constriction of her dress she could feel the stuff flowing into her even faster, her breasts inching down the front of her body as they grew heavier and heavier.� If she wanted to finish her set without before she became too full, she would need to stop basking in adoration of the crowd, as tempting as it was, and get on with her performance.� She gave a slight nod to the conductor, and the music began once again.

��

�� Her first time had been so intense.� Audrey remembered the sensation of the pump forcing more and more liquid into her newly-enhanced breasts.� By the time she was up to a G-cup they were getting uncomfortable, firmer and firmer as her breasts and implants stretched in unison for the first time.� By the time she'd filled herself up to a J, they hardly yielded at all to her touch, her breasts pushing each other apart where they met.� Audrey sat there on her bed, transfixed by the sight of herself inflating, her breasts already larger than she had ever imagined becoming, billowing outwards as she watched, enraptured.� Discomfort was giving was to something sharper now; as the volume of fluid inside her bosom increased, she could feel her skin straining to take it all in, pulling tighter and tighter until it began to hurt.� Now boasting a pair of huge round tits fit to feed any number of fetishes, Audrey gasped as she felt the tender flesh around her nipples being tugged harder and harder the more she grew.� Audrey's breasts were so full and taut now that for all their weight they jutted proudly out from her chest.� She could hardly see past them anymore, and the pain was starting to reach the point where turning off the pump seemed like it might be a good idea after all.� But Audrey was bound and determined to have the most spectacular pair in the business, so she endured, her jaw clenched until her teeth ached.� The weight of her breasts hung oppressively heavy from her chest, each one now fully ten pounds and gaining more by the second.� Audrey could hear her skin stretching to hold it all, the pressure inside her breasts was excruciating, but still she forced herself to keep going.� At what had to be fifteen pounds each, Audrey's breasts felt ready to pop; they were so heavy, so delicately overfilled that she was afraid to let them just hang free, but even the gentle touch of them resting against her thighs felt like it might be too much for her poor, swollen breasts to bear.� Audrey was getting dizzy; the room swam before her.� With a jolt of terror, Audrey realized she had waited too long already, and frantically lunged for pump.� She was already too lightheaded to move so suddenly though, and enormously too top heavy.� She felt her massive bust pulling her off balance - she jerked backwards, desperate to avoid falling on top her distressingly engorged melons.� Audrey overcompensated - the ceiling reeled above her and she felt her back hit the bed.� Her breasts, each now weighing every ounce of twenty pounds, hit her full in the face, and as the room faded into black, all she could hear was the sound of her breasts creaking and the relentless humming of the pump.

�� The orchestra beat out a lively intro and Audrey allowed herself a little smile.� What music a singer chose was a deeply important part of her performance; it didn't just show off her talents and tell the crowd just how big she was willing to get, but it said a lot about her tastes, what she took pride in, and maybe even shared a little about her sense of humor.� And Audrey had always love �La Donna e Mobile� partly because it was a fun tune, but mostly because the name was so delightfully fitting for a woman in her line of work.� So what if it was really meant to be sung by a man? Audrey thought as she broke into song, her breasts now bulging out six inches on either side of her body, and hanging nearly to her waist.� This was about the time that things started to get challenging, and Audrey found herself having to control her posture carefully.� Even though the liquid she used for performances was considerably lighter than water, it took a lot of effort to keep her voice strong with so much weight pressing against her chest.� Audrey was grateful that this last piece wasn't a very long one; she could feel the strain increasing as fluid flowed into her body more rapidly.� Her implants had become so pliable by now that they offered no resistance at all, submissively taking it in at a phenomenal rate, her breasts barely able to keep up.� Audrey's areolae were drawn out as wide as saucers by now, every nerve in her tenderest places tingling with electricity.� For Audrey the sensation was positively orgasmic, the feeling of pushing herself to her limits in front of an audience like this, for being able to sing so marvelously despite being so enormously encumbered, there was nothing else like it in the world.

�� Audrey had woken up several hours later, the pump still humming softly but now harmlessly, having long since emptied its load into Audrey's breasts.� She felt as if she were pinned to her bed by the weight of two enormous boulders set against her chest, she could hardly even breathe with them pressing down on her.� Still weak, Audrey struggled to her feet, treating her engorged breasts with terrified delicacy.� The pain was gone now, but her breasts ached so much that she could barely stand to touch them.� They were so heavy- Audrey had known that she was going to have to learn to carry around vastly more weight than she was used to, but nothing could have prepared her for the how hard it was to keep her shoulders square when it felt like she was lugging around a pair of boobs that weighed more than she did, or the way everything from her neck down to where her monstrous melons projected out from her chest was pulled so dreadfully tight.� Audrey gasped as she caught sight of her reflection; how much longer had this stuff been pumping into her after she fainted?� The very sight of herself made her draw her hands away from her breasts reflexively.� They looked so sorely overfilled that even the lightest touch might be too much for her overstretched skin to bear, and Audrey found herself trying to breathe as shallowly as possible, lest she do anything to strain them more than she already had.

�� Carried along by the melody and her own surging euphoria, Audrey sang on.� Glancing downward, all she could see now was the blackness of the hall and the vast, creamy expanse of her own bosom.� The stage, the orchestra pit, anything could be going on down there and Audrey wouldn't see it now, her immense breasts filling up more and more of her field of vision as they grew ever more engorged with fluid.� Audrey was beginning to feel the strain of enlarging herself to such a size; her breasts were nearly perfect spheres, each one fast approaching two feet across.� Few other performers would be comfortable filling themselves to such excess during their regular set, but Audrey thrilled at the very idea, thinking about how her audience must be watching her now, swollen to the point where lesser singers would already be struggling to stand, gasping out a few last hurried notes to reach the end as soon as possible, glancing around with ill-hidden panic as they felt their breasts expanding far beyond the point of safety.� But not Audrey.� Though it was taking more and more concentration to keep her back unbowed, and every breath reminded her just how much weight was suspended from her chest, each passing moment of this only brought her more delight.� Even if the fluid coursing into her was lighter than water, filling her breasts to such massive proportions had left them achingly heavy, and the strain of the implants forcing her breasts to hold more and more and more should have left Audrey begging for relief, the thing she was worried most about now was making sure the crowd wouldn't notice if she came right up there on the stage.�

�� In her apartment, Audrey carefully explored her new assets.� She could just barely reach her nipples now, and while each catastrophe-free moment left her more reassured that they were not, in fact, going to explode, she shivered a little when she thought of just what might have happened if the pump hadn't run out of liquid to pump into her when it did.� The thought of her lying there on the bed, out cold while she grew larger and larger, groaning, creaking as the implants forced her breasts to hold gallon after gallon, her smooth flesh marred by stretch marks as the pump did its work, filling her implants with as much as they could hold.� Audrey imagined lying there, helpless and unconscious, her breasts inexorably spreading across the bed, so tight now that it was a mercy she wasn't awake to feel how agonizingly overfilled she'd become. �Even if she'd woken up she would have been helpless, pinned down, nearly smothered by her breasts as they ballooned, stretching as they yielded more and more, until they reached the point where they had no give left in them.� She winced at the thought of her tender flesh growing tighter and tighter as she filled with more, until finally the pump pushed her too far- Audrey couldn't bear to think about what might have happened, both recoiling in horror at the fate that might have easily befallen her, and disturbed at how aroused envisioning it was making her.�� Was she crazy to think about filling herself with even more after such a narrow escape?� The mere sight of her body told her all she needed to know about just how close she had come. �Where her breasts swelled away from her chest, her smooth skin now bore striations from being forced to support such an enormous burden.� All her life her breasts had never needed to support more than a couple pounds of weight, and with that number suddenly ballooning by a factor of twenty, the mirror showed just how much of a strain it was.� Audrey could almost swear her swollen boobs were hanging lower as she watched, her skin still stretching from such a punishing increase in weight.� Her skin had a pinkish blush about it now, and her breasts felt warm to the touch, as if she was running a fever.� Her confidence growing, Audrey explored them more eagerly now, excitedly caressing her distended spheres, delighting in the sensation of her fingers rubbing their taut skin, the tight, the stretched out but still soft expanse of her areolae, and her nipples, just barely within reach, no larger than they had been before this began, yet so exquisitely erect that Audrey felt like she could bring herself to climax with just a pinch.� Being this big was terrifying; even the slightest movement demanded caution, care not to mistreat her breasts, swollen to a state of such abject vulnerability; and yet finding herself in such a condition was inescapably arousing too, her entire body now devoted to the care of her sensuously overfilled breasts.� Even as distressingly tight as they were, throbbing with excess, as Audrey fondled them she found herself regretting that the doctor hadn't sent her home with a tank that was filled with just a little more.� Her eager hands searched lower now, the sight of her own body leaving her helplessly stimulated.� A muffled cry escaped her lips as her fingers wandered lower still; she could hardly wait to be up on stage, if only because that would give her the chance to grow even larger.

�� As Audrey fell silent once again, she couldn't help but be aware of every square inch of her swelling bosom.� When she had begun, the hoses filling her breasts had been midway along her upper arms; she had been enlarged to the point where the tubes still feeding more and more fluid into her breasts now hung just below her elbows.� Her set was over; the hall erupted with applause, and Audrey felt the adulation of the crowd washing over her, leaving her even more inflamed than before.� As heavy as the weight hanging from her chest was, as much as a part of her wished the girl in black would hurry out and close the tank before she became even more immense, Audrey couldn't resist exulting in the moment.� She beamed beatifically at her unseen fans, even managing a slight bow that gave her a twinge of discomfort as her swollen assets slapped against her supple body.� It was too much for her dress.� Already split almost all the way down her front, at this final insult the last few of inches of fabric frayed and split asunder, fluttering to the floor and leaving Audrey nearly naked.� She now balanced there precariously in her heels, her modesty protected only by a pair of panties which clung to her lush figure, and a garter belt that kept her flimsy stockings from slipping down her shapely thighs.

�� The crowd roared at this rare spectacle.� It was thrilling to watch a performer to attain such a size as Audrey had during her regular set while still able to keep such tight control over herself, but it was nigh unheard of to do so while so utterly exposed before a crowd of strangers, the unblinking limelight probing Audrey's nakedness so relentlessly all the while.� A cry of �Encore!� rang out from somewhere in the hall, taken up a moment later by a chorus of other voices until it reverberated off the walls.� Audrey could feel her breasts getting larger by the moment; fluid flowing into them, forcing them to expand to even more spectacular proportions.� Still the audience begged for more.� An encore by itself was nothing all that unusual; it could mean no more than that the audience was impressed with her artistry so far, and desired to see a little more of her before calling it a night.� It was a compliment on how well Audrey had done, how effortless she made her performance appear; but it was also a challenge- sure Audrey had made it this far without gasping for breath or toppling over right onto her fat, swollen tits or pleading for the stagehand to come save her before the pressure grew to be too much for her to withstand, but how much longer could she go?� Audrey was filling faster than usual tonight; it was as if her body craved the liquid that flowed into her, her implants blowing up like a pair of overinflated weather balloons.� The voice of the crowd grew ever more compelling; Audrey could feel all those eyes out there watching her, waiting, hoping that she was going to give them more of what they had come here for, that she would show them just how much more of this she could take.� Audrey wondered if they could see her trembling; her massive breasts now swelled out more than a foot on either side of her body, and hung low enough that before long nobody in front of her would be able to tell if she was still wearing panties or absolutely naked except for the hose and high heels that only served to accentuate how very exposed Audrey now was.� Just the thought sent a shiver down her spine; she hoped her boobs would get big enough for that before anyone noticed how swiftly her aching femininity was soaking through the thin material of her panties.

�� So they wanted to see just how far she could go, Audrey thought.� She was already the biggest performer most of them had ever seen; the air of amazement in the hall was growing more palpable with every inch that her bustline expanded.� Well, if they wanted to see something really impressive, then who was she to disappoint?� Swept up by the energy of the crowd; drunk with the ecstasy of her own breathtakingly excessive figure, Audrey ignored how much effort it cost her to breathe now.� She paid no mind to how uncomfortably tight her breasts already felt.� She had never let herself get so huge before tonight, but in a moment of reckless passion, she felt as if she could take twice as much and still be able to handle it.� She glanced at the conductor, and raising her hand from behind her colossal bosom, Audrey gave the signal.� The orchestra sprang to life again; the audience fell silent, waiting in breathless anticipation.

�� A ponderous Teutonic melody began to take form, and Audrey heard several well-seasoned people in the theater gasp audibly as they realized what Audrey was doing.� Encores were usually short pieces, just a few minutes long so that the night's performer, her breasts already filled to the brim, could show off just a little more before retiring for the night, or to reward a particularly enthusiastic crowd by letting them watch while she tested her limits just a bit, but stopping before even walking off the stage with so much weight got to be a problem.� Some singers, more confident or daring, would choose a longer piece, something they might be practicing for their regular set or a special reward for a particularly appreciative audience.� Those extra minutes cost them dearly though, and Audrey had often seen girls fighting to keep their feet, struggling for breath as the measures counted interminably on, their breasts growing more and more dangerously overfilled as they refused to relinquish the stage, their voices faltering as they choked on the discomfort of being filled nearly to bursting, barely able to make themselves heard over the orchestra and the sound of their own bodies being so dangerously overfilled.� When they finished their songs, the stagehand would race to cut off the tank while the last notes still hung in the air, rescuing them from their own hubris and running the curtain down so that the crowd wouldn't see the singer sink to the floor, trying to catch her breath without laying too heavily on her immense, yet distressingly tender breasts, laying there helplessly until the stage crew could get her home to deflate.� Second encores were almost unheard of.� Audrey had never seen one attempted and had really only heard of one girl who had dared to try when the audience had begged her for more.� She was a lithe little alto, gifted with a beautiful voice, and almost as flat as a board when she wasn't on stage.� By the time she'd dragged herself to the end of a second encore though she was so massive that the theater company had been afraid to so much as touch her for several uncertain hours, and eventually had to drive her home on a rented flatbed truck.� Filling herself to such excess had left its mark on her.� Though just as lean and graceful as before her experience, pushing herself so far had left her implants permanently overstretched, leaving her with breasts so swollen they were bigger than her head, a consequence which had aroused more than a little notice in her life outside of performing.� Audrey hadn't heard any news of her after that; word was she had moved to a different city where she could carry on with her art without attracting any more attention than a petite young woman with a cup size well into the latter half of the alphabet is guaranteed to attract.

�� But even that cautionary case was not enough to dissuade Audrey from her course.� She had resolved to do a piece by Wagner, ten minutes long if it was a second, and foreboding enough, about the end of the world.� Few singers even worked something like that into their performance; they might easily end up debilitatingly huge before they even finished their regular set, but Audrey was no regular girl, and tonight she felt like really giving her fans out there a show they'd remember for the rest of their lives.� She smiled as her voice rang out, beautiful, but dominating; maybe she didn't look exactly like an opera Valkyrie, a horned helmet would just look silly up here, and while a metal bustier might have lent a bit of much-needed support to her bosom she certainly wasn't going to be carrying a spear anywhere near these big, bloated breasts of hers, but still, there was something appropriate about invoking those legendary warrior women while standing on stage, all but nude in front of the crowd, while showing just how much of this she was willing to take.

�� Audrey's breasts swelled to the point where they hung beyond her hips; she didn't know how, but it was obvious the fluid was flowing into her even faster now, flooding her with more liquid than she could possibly prepare herself for, forcing her to become more tantalizingly swollen each second the hoses remained attached to her mammoth breasts.� The strain of supporting so much weight was growing faster than Audrey had expected, but still she reveled in her choice.� The heat of the spotlight shining on the vast expanse of pale flesh spread out before her made her dizzy with elation, the subtle, but ever-present sensation of the implants in her breasts stretching to contain more fluid, forcing her yielding skin to accommodate their ever-growing dimensions drove her wild.� As she warmed to the song, Audrey sang more passionately; encores gave a girl a bit more leeway to cut loose, and as Audrey poured her excitement and her desire into her voice, her entire body trembled with barely-contained energy.� Each time her voice rose, her huge breasts jiggled alarmingly.� Each time it happened Audrey had to stop herself from wincing; their weight was barely tolerable when she was standing still, but when they smacked against so forcefully against her body it was all she could do not to lose both her breath and her balance.

�� As she sang on, Audrey could feel the discomfort of filling herself to such extreme size giving way to something more worrying.� Her breasts had never been stretched as tightly as this; when she had taken the stage, they had each been comfortably in the D range, now they were swollen to nearly the size of exercise balls, and almost as round, their staggering weight failing to overcome the enormous pressure that gave them their shape.� They jutted out fully two feet in front of Audrey, each passing moment, each note that Audrey sang only adding to their mass.� Her areolae had become painfully tender now; stretched out to the point that a pair of pasties the size of dinner plates wouldn't be enough to cover them, but even this still inflamed Audrey's passions even more.� Each nerve in her breasts felt taut as a violin string, all vibrating in a harmony that carried Audrey to an ecstasy she had never known before.� It was getting harder to breathe, so much weight pressing against her ribs, but Audrey sang on.� It felt like everyone in the audience was holding their breath, even the orchestra seemed to be playing more carefully somehow, everyone awestruck by the sight of the young woman on stage, her breasts already filled to a point that would have left any other singer screaming for mercy, assuming there were any others who could even survive being filled to such spectacular excess as Audrey.

�� Through her blissful haze, Audrey was beginning to realize that she had misjudged just how much bigger this song was going to leave her.� The sheer weight alone was enough to make just standing up impractical, but Audrey's breasts were starting to feel like to overfilled water balloons, stretching further and further as the fluid flowed into them, every inch that they grew leaving them more impressive but also more delicate, their size increasing inexorably they steadily neared their limits.� At last Audrey wished she'd chosen something shorter; she still had minutes to go, but she could hear her breasts creaking as her decision forced them to hold more, she could feel the faint pulsations in her flesh as they surrendered bit by bit, as if they were desperate to just barely keep pace with the volume of fluid now bottled up inside them.

�� Audrey tried not to think about how much bigger she would be by the end of this; she focused on keeping her voice strong, and tried to think about how she'd spend her weekend after she was done here.� She'd be housebound for at least the next couple of days; when she was unhooked from the hoses and the fill valves in her breasts left open, all the liquid that had been pumped into her didn't just come gushing out.� That was one of the things about the fluid she used; it was more volatile that water, and over the course of a day or two it would sort of slowly evaporate as it escaped from her body.� Audrey had grown to love the days of downtime after a big show like this, hanging around her apartment in nothing but a pair of pajama pants, her still-swollen melons hanging free.� Audrey loved the sensation of them resting fat and heavy in her lap at the breakfast table, and the thrill of filling up her entire loveseat next wore off, the couch's overstuffed arms gently squeezing her mammoth breasts together while she finished off a bottle of wine or two and settled in to watch a season of some guilty pleasure on TV.� Far from the stage with its unforgiving rules, at home Audrey would be free to more fully enjoy the pleasures of having breasts as exquisitely sensitive as they were massive, playing in bed for hours, her body tangled in sweat-drenched sheets, her face buried between her immense tits, her skilled fingers working herself into a lather she could only imagine while she was up on stage, bouncing and jiggling so violently that the next day her breasts, already sore from their recent filling, would be painfully tender from suffering such rough treatment.� Not that that ever stopped Audrey, of course; if she spent all weekend feeling like she'd sprained something anytime she got out of bed, well, all the more reason to stay in bed then, there always plenty of fun to be had there.

�� Still, Audrey had never been anywhere near this size before, and by the time she was finished tonight there was no telling just how enormous she'd be.� She imagined having to call in sick for the first half of the week; there was no way these behemoths were going to shrink down to normal by Monday morning.� Audrey was sure she'd be bedridden for at least a day, her breasts so heavy she'd barely be able to walk, and still so excruciatingly overfilled that she couldn't imagine exposing them to the kind of wild treatment she really enjoyed.� The day after that she'd still be immense, and still so turned on at the sight of her own body that just passing by a mirror would make her weak in the knees, but maybe the pressure would have abated enough that she could bring herself to have a little fun without feeling like her tits would explode if she so much as touched them wrong.� Maybe she'd invite a friend or two over to help her celebrate, she mused, feeling her depths swell with desire as she imagined laying spread out on her bed, her huge breasts overhanging both sides of the mattress, while one of her friends made her come harder than she ever could by herself.� Maybe that mousey little stagehand in the black dress, she didn't seem to talk much, but Audrey had a feeling she was just the type to drop that demure act as soon as her clothes came off.� Audrey had to remind herself to keep singing as she thought about being in the shower, her massive tits pushed hard against the smooth, wet tiles, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls, and she was sure the audience heard her moan faintly when she thought about being on her knees, her nipples painfully firm against the cold kitchen floor, her overladen breasts spreading out below her body, the eager hands of a lover pressing against their taut skin, the weight of someone else on top of her pushing Audrey beyond her limits, pushing until her breasts felt like they were about to burst-

�� Wrenched out of her reverie, Audrey shuddered at the realization that her breasts already felt like they were about to burst.� Each was now swollen to fully two and a half feet across, saturated with so many gallons of fluid that just thinking about it made the pressure inside of her that much more unbearable.� Just keeping her voice strong and even was nearly impossible, and looking down Audrey was shocked to see herself distended to such a state of tightness that her skin seemed to glisten under the spotlight, as her breasts really were a couple of balloons, inflated several times beyond what was safe for them to hold.� The strain of having so much weight suspended from her chest was indescribable; her shoulders ached, and as she watched Audrey could almost see her bare skin stretching from being forced to support such a burden.� As huge as they had become, she could see them growing larger still, inching further and further down her body, filling more of her field of vision, ballooning wider with each passing moment.� Tenderly, almost afraid to touch herself, Audrey pressed her palms softly against the enormously swollen undersides of her breasts.� As the twin hoses brushed her arms Audrey toyed with the idea of finishing this right now, before it was too late.� She could stop the show with a wave of her hand if she wanted to, no one would blame her at this point; she had already proven she could go bigger than anyone else in the business while still singing her heart out.� She could just give in, let all the tension drain from her body and sink to the floor like so many other singers who had pushed themselves too far.� The curtain would come down almost instantly; people would talk, but was that really so bad?� She could take a few weeks off while wild and scandalous rumors swirled about her condition, and come back to find every theater in the circuit begging her to perform.� It was a very tempting idea.� Audrey was so gigantic now that no one in the audience could even see her hands; the hoses felt strangely larger than before as she grasped them; she was so immense that they were now even with her waist, and wrestled with the thought of just pulling them free.� That would be taking things into her own hands; she wouldn't even have to wait for a stagehand to come and disconnect her, a quick yank, a moment of discomfort, and this could all be over.� The cool rubber was smooth against her hands, Audrey could feel the liquid flowing through it, into her, so, so much of it, more than she could ever hope to contain.� Every second she delayed her distress grew more; she was still able to sing for now, she didn't have that much longer to go.� Audrey's grip on the hoses loosened; she was going to finish this, no matter what.

�� Gathering all her strength for a big finish, Audrey fought to keep her voice strong, the assembled crowd watching her with some combination of awe and deviant curiosity.� She could barely keep her balance now, the heels she had chosen for the evening weren't exactly helping, and Audrey began to grow aware of a new sensation inside of her.� Something different was stretching, straining inside of her, already pushed to the utter limit.� Her implants!� She'd reached the point where not only did her breasts feel like they were about to explode, but her implants had finally been filled to the point where even they were liable to split their seams.� Audrey hadn't even known such a thing was possible, her doctor hadn't even bothered to warn of such a risk, but all the same she felt it.� She was reminded of how strange this all was, of having so much of something inside of her body without it being her own flesh, countless gallons, who knew how many pounds, all expertly, yet barely contained within herself.� It seemed that being filled beyond what they were designed for was doing more to her implants than making them stretch unnervingly inside her; being enlarged beyond their limits was� stealing away what little resistance they offered, allowing the tank behind her to fill Audrey even faster.

�� Audrey was almost done now, just a few more measures, the barest wait for applause and she'd be finished.� With her breasts ballooning faster and faster as fluid poured into her, she couldn't believe she had managed to endure it even this long.� Audrey was sure each breath she took was going to be her last, there was just too much weight hanging against her chest now, but she felt a surge of hope as she realized she had made it.� Summoning the strength for one last burst of effort she held out the final note, loud and strong and unbowed by her own hubris, even as she felt her lower back seizing up. �The orchestra fell silent, and a moment later the applause of the crowd thundered to life like a foam-flecked sea breaking against the prow of the stage.� Audrey soaked up the adoration, grateful at least that she could fill her lungs with small, shallow breaths, enough to keep her from fainting, but only just.� The cacophony continued unabated.� Usually when it was clear that a singer had pushed herself so far beyond what was comfortable the audience showed their respect by keeping their ovations brief; it was bad form to repay a singer for her daring by holding her there in the limelight, a hostage to the crowd's adulation, helplessly being filled to greater and greater excess for so long as they saw fit to praise her.�

�� Audrey had once attended a show with girl, fresh from the clinic who had clearly not pushed herself very far during her first filling and was now obviously terrified of forcing her breasts beyond their meager capacity, who turned in such a brief and lackluster performance that at the end of her set she hadn't even split the seams of her dress, and the audience, whether hoping to chasten her or simply get their ticket's worth or entertainment, had cheered wildly for nearly half an hour, just to keep the poor girl up on stage as her breasts grew larger and larger.� The crowd had positively roared with delight when her dress finally ripped open, and they had kept right on cheering until the hapless singer could barely stand.� Audrey had almost felt sorry for the girl, who was reduced to silently beseeching the audience to stop applauding, her entire body quivering as her breasts became more and more obscenely enlarged.� It wasn't until the better part of the tank had been emptied into unfortunate young woman's breasts that the crowd had ceased their punishing applause, and even then it was less the matter of her prodigious size and obvious distress that reined them in and more likely the fact that even from her place in the cheap seats Audrey could see stretch marks spreading across the vast and painfully tight expanse of the girl's boobs, and even once most of the audience had fallen silent, there were enough people still clapping that by the time the attendant mercifully showed up to close the tank, the poor singer's breasts had grown even more desperately engorged.� Audrey had heard that she had needed months of injections at the clinic just to be able to perform again but that, happily enough for her, her ordeal left her so pliable that she was now renowned, quite literally, as the biggest performer west of the Mississippi.

�� Usually though, the audience respected a singer enough not to misbehave in such a way.� Unfortunately, in Audrey's case, it seemed that this convention had been forgotten.� Perhaps they were all simply so awestruck at such a singular performance that they couldn't restrain themselves, or perhaps more perversely, they knew how excruciating this had become for Audrey, who now sported a bust nearly as broad as she was tall, her breasts hanging nearly to her knees, groaning as if any moment might be the one that pushed them beyond their limits.� She wished the stagehand would come out and close the valve; she yearned for the relief of laying down back at her apartment, the mammoth weight of her bosom no longer being carried by her back but by the soft and welcoming warmth of her own bed.� She longed to feel herself deflating, the unbearably taut skin of her breasts growing more supple as they lost even the merest fraction of their current volume.� She'd be laid up all week before it was all out of her this time, Audrey was sure of it, and she was positive that no matter how long she waited her breasts would never be the same pert little handfuls they'd been when she had walked out on stage.� There was just no way that after being glutted until she was fit to pop that her boobs would ever be anything other than huge.� Even if her implants hadn't been too damaged by tonight's performance, there was no way they'd ever return to their original size; she was going to be carrying around a pair of tits as big as overripe watermelons at the very least.� She was definitely going to have to buy some news bras, and maybe a corset just to shore her back up a bit.� Where was that stage girl?� Audrey was definitely looking forward to rewarding her for her tardiness, and the thought of pinning her petite body to Audrey's bed beneath the weight of her own massive mammaries, her half-hearted struggles to get free making Audrey hornier by the second until she finally decided to set her free, and only then if she promised to pay Audrey back in even more delicious pleasures was almost enough to distract Audrey from her desperation.� Almost.� The crowd showed no sign of quieting down, and Audrey's breasts were visibly throbbing with excess.� Audrey's nipples quivered as if waiting for even the slightest touch to send her screaming with pleasure, her areolae, once bright and rosy, stretched out so prodigiously that they had faded to a pale pink, so painfully tender than Audrey blanched at the thought of even the most insubstantial of fabrics rubbing against them when she got dressed for the short ride home.�

�� Audrey saw a rustle of movement in the curtains to one side; the stage girl was finally coming to save her and not a moment too soon.� Her breasts now projected out fully three feet in front of her, her bosom swollen to the point where it was wider than her outstretched arms.� If anyone in the orchestra pit was looking up, all they'd be able to see was a pair of spectacularly huge tits quivering unsteadily as they loomed out beyond the stage.� Audrey felt like her back was going to give out any moment, while her still-expanding breasts had grown so agonizingly tight that she was afraid to breathe.� Just the sound of the applause beating against her vulnerable and overfilled flesh made her trembling melons ache more, while the harsh glare of the spotlight was making the vast sea of fluid trapped inside of her alarmingly warm.�

�� The presence of the stage hand seemed to have accomplished what Audrey's visibly growing distress could not.� The audience began to fade, from a roar to the clapping of just a determined few now, quiet enough that Audrey could hear the girl in black walking across the stage behind her, though not as well as she could hear her own breasts creaking audibly enough for everyone in the hall to hear, her body uselessly protesting being filled to such reckless immensity.� Audrey hardly dared to move a muscle, each second she remained connected to the tank left her more and more hopelessly overfilled.� The crowd at last fell silent; any second now the stagehand would close the valve, come unhook Audrey from the hoses that had filled her to bursting, and the curtain would fall, finally leaving Audrey free to relax, to collapse and focus on what she was going to do with breasts enlarged to several fold larger than she had ever dared to grow before.� Silence filled the hall; the only sound now was Audrey's breasts growing more distended.� They hung past her knees now, and Audrey wondered if it was possible for her implants to explode inside of her.� Surely after tonight they'd be stretched far beyond any hope or shrinking back to their previous size.� Boobs as big as watermelons?� She'd be lucky if she wasn't stuck with a pair the size of beach balls after this.� Even in her desperate condition, the idea excited her; if being huge was her new normal, just think about how much bigger she could become!� Just not right now though, where was the stage girl, what was taking her so long?� Audrey's breasts were so obscenely enlarged she didn't even know how she was going to fit in a car to get home, and even the gentlest of rides seemed like it would be too much for her delicately overladen flesh to bear, dammit, why hadn't that girl closed the valve yet?

�� Audrey heard the squeak of the valve turning behind her.� What a triumph; no performer had ever gotten this big and made it to the end!� People would be talking about this for years; she'd be getting invitations from around the world to come and display her talents.� After tonight, maybe the world at large would be ready for her art; she could come out of the shadows and go mainstream.� Just the thought of millions of people watching her, wanting to see more of her was exhilarating.� Maybe it had meant casting all thoughts of her own safety aside, filling herself to the very brim and then asking for more, but she had done it!� Every girl who wanted to get any bookings at all would be calling to find out what Audrey's secret was; they'd all be begging their doctors for bigger implants, locking themselves at home while they pumped their breasts up until they were on the very cusp of bursting, all to compete with Audrey.� She was going to be famous!� If only her breasts didn't feel like ten gallon balloons that had been forced to hold a hundred gallons each.� Why couldn't that girl work faster?

�� And then a single cry came from somewhere out in the hall, a woman's voice calling out one clear, unmistakable word that made the stagehand pause in her efforts to stanch the flow of fluid into Audrey's tremendously overfilled melons, growing more dangerously overladen by the second.�

�Encore!�