“Let me out! Please!”

Jocinda pounded on the glass, knowing they could full-well hear her. Already, she felt the strain on her bra.
“Listen,” she reasoned loudly to the panicking scientists who were shredding as many of the research papers as they could. “You need to get me out of here as fast as you can.”

The pain as her breasts expanded increasingly into an unmoving bra began to cut off her thought processes.  She knew peripherally that more than a few men were anxious to see her bust out of her clothes, which she was doing without permission anyway. Jocinda reached behind her back, under her top to try to remove her bra, knowing it would be difficult. With each moment that passed, the size of her breasts not only grew larger but exponentially larger.

The band was digging into her flesh as she mushroomed out the top, sides, and beneath the binding cloth. To unhook the clasps, she’d need to pull them close together, which wasn’t going to happen, she knew. Trying a different tactic, she muttered a “fuck it” and reached into the front of her coat and her shirt, digging her nails into her breast pockets. Once she felt the top of her pinching cups, Jocinda grabbed hold and pulled down as hard as she could.  It was agonizing, even as the size of the pumpkins on her chest impeded her, but by forcing the soft foam down from the already-strained straps, the bra broke and freed her breasts to grow unhindered, albeit still within her buttoned up coat.

“You!” she shouted as one young man stood at the window, his gaze planted firmly on her chest, unaware of the chaos his coworkers were engaged in.

Jocinda had to act fast to get out of here.

Her breasts were a little larger than two basketballs, and she felt the buttons on her lab coat straining. Her back was starting to complain.

“Want to come in and fuck me, boy?” she slurred, trying her best to pour sultry over top of her disgust at the thought of some perverted errand boy groping her, while tamping down the panic associated with an unknown fate. “Just open that door and I’ll give you the world’s biggest titfuck in a minute.”

The words left her mouth, and she bowled over and puked from the sheer horror of her scenario. Her knees and hands planted on the ground, and as soon as she could feel her lab coat give way to the two fleshy, malleable, inescapable beach balls attached to her chest, she retched once more.

They were on the floor, and expanding into her elbows and thighs. They grew to her chin, and out the sides. She felt her nipples sliding along the floor against her will, becoming distant as her size increased.

Jocinda wiped her mouth with her shirt, lodged firmly above her bosom. The lab coat no longer touched the floor.
From above her, a young voice said with uncertainty: “I don’t know.”

The errand boy!

She looked up at him and failed to hold it together. Jocinda began to cry. Her tears escalated into sobs as she looked back down at the table that her nipple snagged on. The table two feet away. She leaned onto her breast, planting a hand firmly on the only surface she could find, which was her breast, and reached for her nipple. It was very close. The rate of growth was only getting faster though, and her firm handhold grew away from her, causing Jocinda to lose balance. She watched as the fingers which were touching her aureole slowly retracted from its departure. She felt her knees rise off the floor.

Her sobs soon became wails as the scientists left, yelling through the corridors about driving away as fast as possible, some saying it wouldn’t be fast enough. Only the errand boy and Jocinda were left amidst the sirens and lights.

He opened the door.

She cried a bit more, and looked at him. Snot ran down her nose and her hair was a mess.  Her mascara was like a curtain of darkness.

He stood as close to Jocinda as he could, and placed a hand on the side of her breast. The flesh quickly grew to cover his foot and press against his shin, while the firm fingers he’d placed on her growing mass became displaced as the breast seemed to ooze between them like bread rising.

“My name’s Caleb,” he said to her. “Give me your hands.”

Jocinda would later recognize this as being the moment where her emotions stopped working. She calculated her rate of growth, and knew that as impossible as this entire scenario was, the science was strong. Her body wouldn’t be able to handle the blood required to transport through the size she was becoming, and she would be due for a heart attack within the next few minutes. That wouldn’t stop her though. Her breasts would continue to grow exponentially larger until she was covering cities, then continents. If, somehow miraculously, the science was wrong and she was still alive by then, the lack of oxygen in the atmosphere would be enough to kill her if she was on top. If she was below her breast line, the behemoths would crush her. And if she was parallel to the Earth, her velocity from her increasing growth and speed would become not just fast, but wind tunnel fast, and possibly G-force fast, passing her out before she died.

She wiped her nose on her sleeve, and held out her hands. Caleb grabbed them and, planting one foot painfully into her breast, began to rotate her onto the top of her breasts. She sadly noted the moment her feet left the floor, and had the interesting presence of mind to look at the clock as they did.

Ten-thirteen.

The exact moment she no longer touched the world.

Jocinda, at this time, became a brief prisoner to the massive world-crushers that were attached to the muscles and bone known as her chestplate.

Having successfully positioned the scientist on top of her breasts, Caleb freed himself from the walls and exited the room to access the control panel.  He keyed in a few strokes and the sirens stopped.  Everything became quiet instantly.

She looked at him with curiosity, despite feeling her increasing confinement. All four walls held her breasts in, and they were rising. Caleb walked back in, and by using her nipple as an increasingly-large footing to launch from, grabbed quick holds of her breasts to scuttle up her breast. She felt the desks and shelves pressing in from below.

“Quick. Stop laying on top. Insert yourself normally into your cleavage,” he said calmly.

Jocinda blinked, and then began to shimmy downward tightly through the narrow cleavage, feeling very much like a hot dog in a warm, squishy bun. Caleb reached her and also burrowed in, just as she felt her head touch the ceiling. Naturally, so did the rest of her.

“Dive down for a minute,” he said, and they submerged into her breasts. She held his hands, watching with amazement as her flesh stroked his cheeks in their growth.  He sometimes looked as if he was floating in water because of the way his feet would lift behind him, but he continued to struggle back to her, even as the current of friction became faster. Outside, there was a loud explosion, and Jocinda winced.

“That was the building,” she said sadly. Her breath, she realized, smelled like puke, and she began to laugh a little.

“That…” she continued after a thoughtful pause, “was the parking lot, and that was… the building next to us.
Caleb held her hands and she squeezed tight. “Don’t let go,” he began to shout, at which point Jocinda fully realized how much pressure he was experiencing.

“Climb up me!” she shouted back, hauling him in close to her, bringing him into a hug. “Use me as a ladder. Put your foot on my shoulder and get out of here, fast!”

The errand boy nodded and, with a pause and a fast kiss to her forehead, began the ascent. Jocinda bridged her fingers together as a step, and Caleb held tightly as he used her knee, hands, and shoulders to climb up.

Her breasts were growing immensely fast, and she started to feel lightheaded. That’s when Caleb lost his grip. She watched as the young man was swept away, to be trapped in her breasts, gone forever. She cried greatly, all alone.

Jocinda, also trapped in her flesh, felt the cities crush under her expansion. She felt water sometimes. Something jutted into her right breast, and it was a mountain.  Her breasts were cold up top, but only near her. Distantly, they felt warmer.  Sunlight on a small surface area.

The experience wore thin shortly, and Jocinda became bored. She accepted that it would be her breasts that destroyed over half of the landmass on Earth’s surface, including all living creatures and civilizations. Sure enough, she quickly felt the planet begin to shrink into her underbust, as if she was performing the pencil test to a yoga ball.  Then a medicine ball.  Jocinda was hoping that her mass would have lifted off the planet, despite the gravitational damage it would inevitably have made, but was saddened when her bust simply took the Earth in. It felt like she was encompassing a tennis ball, then a marble.

She sniffled a bit, feeling a bit more lightheaded than before. Maybe a lot.

It took a little manoevering, but she was able to find the ends of her lab coat fluttering well above her as the flesh expanded more and more. Taking those ends, she pulled them in and began to button the coat underneath her bustline, until it once more contained her torso and waist.

Finally, Jocinda squirmed a little and began to fall asleep.  She only roused once, within the first minute, as the Sun burnt out against her bosom.

Then, eternity.