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Miss Chris

(part two of the Grand Teton series)

For long seconds Rose stared through the narrow gap in the door at the figure standing in the hallway, dressed in a huge grey trench-coat, and swaying slightly. Suddenly, recognition dawned on her. Breaking out of her freeze, she yanked the chain off and threw the door open wide.

"Ccchris?" she tried, hoarsely.

The figure in the doorway nodded, took a step inside, and slowly collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Mi!" Rose said, as she dropped to her knees besides her vastly transformed friend. "I need help!"

Miyuki rushed out of the bedroom where she had been "hiding" and ran up to the door. Rose noticed that while in there, she'd taken the opportunity to change her panties. Considering her own panties felt like they could be wrung-out right now, she understood why.

"Grab his other arm." Rose said, as she took hold of the right one. "We've got to get him inside so I can close the door."

"Get him inside?" Miyuki said, as she looked down at the very shapely -- and hugely busted -- figure below.

"It's Chris," Rose said. "He must have drunk some of the tonic. Gods! That's what he said he was going to do and I didn't even think about it. I should have warned him."

Miyuki kneeled down, and together they pulled Chris all the way inside. Rose stood up and closed the door, then looked back at their "guest" on the floor.

"Let's turn him over and see if we can carry him over to the futon."

Miyuki nodded and they rolled Chris over onto his back, vast breasts now rising into the air like a pair of weather-balloons caught within the stiff fabric of the coat.

Rose kneeled again by Chris' head. "I'll take this end, you take the feet . . . " She stared at the slowly swaying mountains that rose nearly to her eye level. "My god, Mi, he's even bigger than you!".

The breasts barely restrained within the vast trench-coat had to be two-feet in diameter each. While the coat held them in, to a certain extent, they still spread out to form a bust over four feet across. When that thought sank in, Rose looked over at the futon, then quickly got up and opened it out before coming back to grab Chris' shoulders.

They never would have fit on the futon in "couch" mode.

Struggling to rearrange Chris's legs under her arms -- and around her own breasts -- the lower half of the coat dropped open and Miyuki looked down at the unconscious figure and noted that something was missing where those legs came together.

"Ummm, Rosy, he may not be a 'he' anymore . . . "

Rose nearly dropped her end of Chris.

"What do you mean, 'not a he'?"

Miyuki shook her head. "The futon first."

It was a little bit of a struggle -- not the least because they had to fight their own breasts out of the way -- but soon they managed to lift Chris up and onto the futon. While Chris' breasts slowly wobbled to a stop, Miyuki ran into the other room and draped a blanket around her own naked spheres as best she could. Rose sat down besides Chris and just stared until Miyuki came back into the room.

"You said 'not a he'?" She asked her again.

"Look," Miyuki replied, pointing at Chris' crotch. "Those are pretty tight jeans, and Chris might not have been the most endowed man on the planet, but he filled out the front of his pants better than that! And even discounting the breasts . . . "

"Which is hard to do," Rose said quietly.

"...that's not a guy's figure he's . . . she's . . . whatever is sporting."

That's somewhat of an understatement, Rose thought.

The figure on the futon had a nicely slim waist, wide hips, and -- as Rose had seen before they rolled Chris over -- a really good bubble-butt. What with jeans and all, it was hard for Rose to tell about the legs, but they looked like they had smooth -- feminine -- curves.

Chris' face had changed too. Not so much you couldn't recognize it -- as Rose had done -- but the nose was smaller, the cheekbones higher and wider, and the neck was, she now saw, considerably slimmer than she remembered Chris' as being.

And then there were those two really, really big breasts that practically covered his . . . her upper body.

"Shit, Mi, I think you're right. He certainly looks like a woman."

She nodded. "That stuff must have changed him into a her so it could grow breasts."

"Wonderful," Rose said sarcastically. "It isn't bad enough the stuff makes women into a tit-man's wet-dream, it makes men into one too.

Suddenly, Chris moaned. Eyes fluttered briefly, then opened wide in shock as they took in the vast mountains of trench-coat-covered flesh that welled up before them.

Chris tried to sit up, but the sheer tonnage of titty stopped that move almost as soon as it started.

"Ahhhh!"

Rose put a hand on . . . her shoulder. "It's okay, Chris, it's okay. I'm here."

"Rose?" He tried, frantically. "You've got to help me! I've turned into a ggggirl!"

"Chris, tell us what happened. How much of that 'tonic' stuff did you drink?"

"Tonic? Nearly two bottles, I, I, I," she closed her eyes for a moment in an effort to calm herself. "I. . .was . . . in the walk-in," Chris began. "It was just a little after I'd talked to you and I tried the stuff. It tasted pretty good -- a little gassy, but good. So when I finished the first one, I opened a second and started drinking that one. Then, I heard you yelling out front and I started to head there and the next thing I know, I'm on the floor and feeling really dizzy."

He -- she bit her lip at the memory.

"I felt like I was on fire. Everything on my body was being . . . pulled. Then I felt a really big pull down in my pants, and when I reached down, my . . . cccccock was gone.

"I tried to get up, but then this huge pressure started building up in my stomach, and I burped, and then, then, my chest started to . . . grow. It just kept getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. It filled my shirt up tight, and I could see my . . . nipples had gotten bigger too. Then I burped again, and it grew even faster. My . . . bbbbbreasts just burst right out of my shirt, big as basketballs! Then I burped again! And they grew again! They kept getting bigger, blowing-up like balloons!"

Chris looked close to tears, and Rose gave a helpless look at Miyuki.

"Finally, they stopped growing," Chris said. "And the rest of my body stopped feeling so . . . pulled. I was still really dizzy, though. Everything was blurry -- still is, sorta. Finally, I managed to get to my feet and tried to walk to the office. Rose, I couldn't get through the door! Finally I figured out I'd have to go through sideways and I went in and I . . . I . . . I couldn't think of what to do! It was so hard to think clearly. After a while, though, I figured you could help me -- I don't know why. So I put on the coat Ron leaves in the office for rainy days . . . "

Ah, thought Rose. It's Ron's coat, that explains it. She had wondered where Chris had found anything big enough to go over hi . . . her new breasts. Ron was the owner/manager of Coffee City. Ron weighed -- at Rose's conservative, if biased (they didn't get along at all), estimate -- about nine-thousand pounds. Any outfit of Ron's would comfortably hold five or six normal people. That it just barely contained Chris' breasts was another sobering indicator of just how big those breasts were.

"...and I came over here. I don't think anybody really saw me," Chris' eyes half-closed. "God, I'm so tired."

And with that, Chris passed out again.

Rose and Miyuki looked at one-another helplessly. Finally, Rose got up and got a blanket out of the cupboard and gently covered Chris' mountainous form with it. Then they both quietly went into Miyuki's bedroom to talk, closing the door behind them.

"Rosy, what are we going to do -- what is Chris going to do?!" Miyuki hissed.

Rose shook her head. "I haven't the faintest idea. I just hope to God whatever that stuff's done to us, it's finished."

"I just hope I don't grow any more," Miyuki whispered in agreement.

"And I still want to know what happened to us just before Chris came," Rose said. "We just touched . . . and POW!"

Miyuki nodded. "Yeah, 'Pow.' My God! Do you think that'll happen every time we touch? I mean, it felt . . . fabulous . . . but I'd like to be able to brush by you in the hall without having to change my panties afterwards."

"Me too -- though quite frankly, that's probably the least of our problems. Well, I guess there's one way to find out."

So saying, she reached over and took Miyuki's hand. There was a rush of arousal -- which Rose could tell from Mi's face was mutual -- but it was more at the "warm feeling/horny" level than the cataclysmic orgasm of earlier.

"Well, we can touch hands, anyway," she said. "Maybe it's only really strong if we touch breasts."

"Like you said," Miyuki answered. "'One way to find out.'"

And with that she pulled Rose's hand against the side of her vast left tit. Instantly, Rose went from "warm feeling" to "flushed and panting" and the effect on Miyuki was even stronger. Her eyes closed, her head went back, and she let out a high gasp of pleasure. Soon her knees weakened and she slowly fell back onto the bed. Unable to maintain her grasp on Rose's hand, it broke contact with her breast as she plopped sloshingly down onto the rumpled comforter."

"I...Think," she panted. "It's . . . Breasts . . . Oh God!"

Rose nodded, a little weak in the knees herself. "A slight understatement. One more test, then."

Rose picked up a shirt Miyuki had tossed over her room's chair, briefly stared at it in the realization none of them could possibly wear it now, then wrapped her hand in it and tentatively touched the side of Miyuki's breast one more time.

She felt . . . something . . . but wasn't quite sure if it was coming from touching Miyuki now, or was a leftover from the bare-skin touch a moment ago.

"Mi?"

"It feels . . . nice, but that's about it. It looks like it has to be skin-to-skin."

"Which explains why we didn't fall writhing on the floor when we picked up Chris," Rose nodded. "Neither of us actually touched his . . . her skin."

"So assuming we can find something to wear, we won't have to worry about bumping each other into orgasm each time we pass in the hall."

"Yeah. Now all we have to worry about is how we're going to get along with the rest of our lives with breasts that enter the room five minutes before we do -- ten, for Chris."

Miyuki was suddenly overcome by a mighty yawn. "Well, I'm going to bed. Maybe we can figure out what to do in the morning."

Rose got the hint, and headed out of the bedroom. "Yeah, maybe."

"'Night, Rosy."

"Night, Mi."

Rose closed the door behind her and sighed. She had no idea what "figuring out what to do" would result in, but she suspected at the very least, their old lives were probably over.

So, sweaty, depressed, and now the owner of tits big enough to use in the NBA, she decided to take a shower. At least then, she thought, she'd be clean, depressed, and huge breasted . . .

Rose stepped into the tiny shower and under the hot stream of water, and ran her fingers through her frizzy hair. Gods, the water felt good -- but a long, hot shower always relaxed her after a stressful day, and this day, she grimaced, qualified on that pretty damn well. The trickles of hot running down her back from her head slowly began to untense the muscles there.

Then she turned around to rinse the front and bopped both breasts into the cold tile of the shower.

With a yip, she quickly backed up a step, then sighed. It was going to take a lot to get used to these basketballs on her chest -- assuming they were here to stay.

Now that was a thought: Maybe they'd, well, deflate just as magically as they'd inflated. Heck, she could wake up tomorrow and find that she could fit right back in her A-cups. After all, nothing on the label said the effect was permanent. Of course, nothing on the label said anything at all about blowing-up women's breasts like balloons either...or turning guys into equally inflated women...or making those breasts so sensitive just having someone touching them made you come...just the rather noncommittal "fills you out."

While she was thinking all this, her breasts had been in the full path of the water and, almost without her noticing, she had become very, very aroused. Her nipples had once again hardened to two huge, throbbing prongs at the ends of her flushed breasts. Before she realized what she was doing, her hands reached up to massage them. All thoughts went out of her head and she let out a half-gasp, half-moan as her slender fingers rubbed and tugged and squeezed her hypersensitive nips.

She dropped to her knees, without conscious thought managing to keep her huge tits in the downpouring stream of water. Her massaging became more frantic as her breath came in shorter and shorter pants. She felt the immense pressure of an orgasm build up both deep within her belly, and filling her enormous breasts. Seconds later, that pressure burst her into an orgasm so strong she screamed. As waves of pleasure crashed through her, her vision dimmed, and she found herself falling backwards to slump against the shower wall.

It was several minutes before she'd pulled herself together enough to get back up. And only then because the water was beginning to grow cold. Adjusting the temperature, she quickly -- if carefully -- soaped up and rinsed off before the hot water ran out completely. It looked like touching each other wasn't the only thing they'd have to be careful about.

Toweling herself dry a couple of minutes later, she hoped no one had heard her scream.

It took less than five minutes for Rose to discover she could no longer sleep on her front.

She sighed, and rolled over onto her back -- a process slowed by the sheer inertia of her big breasts. While they slowly swayed to a stop above her, she spent the time counting the "decorative" (not in her opinion) holes in the ceiling tiles above her -- the latest version of "counting sheep" she'd used. It worked about as well as such things usually do. Which is to say fifteen minutes later, she was still wide awake.

Sighing again, she sat up and swung her long legs off the side of the bed, now intent on going to the kitchen to get a glass of milk in the hopes that it would help her sleep. Not warm milk, mind -- she hated warm milk -- but milk none-the-less.

Even though she got up slowly, her chest still bounced about for several seconds after she was standing. She grabbed the big white shirt that she used as a "robe" in the warm season, put it on, and tried to button it.

"Tried" is the operative word here.

Disgusted, she thought the hell with it and headed for the kitchen, shirt wide open and flapping behind her. Everyone was asleep anyway.

Heading through the living room to the kitchen, she paused to look at Chris and shuddered. In the dim light and at this angle, literally nothing was visible besides his...her head and the monstrous mountains that began their rise beneath her chin, gently rocked with Chris's breathing, and covered the whole width of the futon.

She tip-toed into the kitchen, then quietly got herself a glass, and poured the milk by the light of the refrigerator. Sipping it, she looked back at Chris -- at this new angle, now a pair of legs poking out from beneath a pair of bean-bag-chairs wrapped in a coat..

God! Forget about me and Miyuki, what is Chris going to do?

While it had taken Rose a few minutes, Miyuki figured out even before she had laid down that sleeping on her front was out. But then, she stuck out five inches further that Rose did and "forgetting" about her new breast size wasn't even vaguely possible.

Lying on her back, her vast tits tented up the blanket so high not only couldn't she see her feet, she could barely see half the ceiling. Every little movement she made started a waterbed-sized shimmy across her breasts. Given how big they were, she was surprised she could even breath lying under the things: They aught to be crushing her. But while she definitely felt the soft, warm, heavy weight of her two boob-mountains, it didn't seem to be causing any discomfort. Quite the opposite, in fact. The feeling of her massive tits gently pressing her deeper into the bed was oddly comforting...dream-like...relaxing...

...And if her mind hadn't been in a near-panic stricken whirl, wondering how she was going to live with two monstrously hyper-inflated balloons for breasts, she would have been sloshed to sleep almost as soon as her head had hit the pillow.

The sheer amount of worry now running through her mind threatened to dwarf the sheer amount of tit that had created it. She was terrified at the very notion of going outside where people could see her now freakishly huge breasts -- not that she could go outside, because she didn't have anything that would fit now, at least, up top. Rose's problem was bad enough: Her tits matched those of strippers with a whole aquarium of saline pumped in. She wouldn't be able to go anywhere without drawing attention.

But her own chest was well beyond anything humanly -- or surgically -- possible! She wouldn't just draw attention -- she draw an entire crown! And how was she going to fit these behind the wheel of her Civic?

They wouldn't fit behind the wheel of a Greyhound bus!

Now feeling too warm, she kicked the blankets aside and stretched before laying back down. Vaguely she heard Rose showering -- with added sounds that indicated getting clean wasn't all she was doing in there -- then after a little while, leave the bathroom and go to her bedroom. Not quite fifteen minutes later, she heard her get up again and go to the kitchen followed by the sound of the fridge opening. She just hoped she didn't wake Chris.

Miyuki sighed, tried to wiggle deeper into the bed -- which created a most impressive tit-quake -- and tried to think of something, anything other than her new breasts so that she could get to sleep. Naturally, this proved impossible -- you try to deliberately not think of something. Still, she was very tired, it had been a long and "eventful" day, and you can only be panicked for so long...

...Still trying to decide what she was going to wear -- and what difference that would make if she couldn't get up the nerve to go out in public with her new figure -- she, quite without realizing it was happening, dropped off to sleep.