I'd been surprised when I got the call from Amy - I hadn't seen her for at least six months (ever since she threw me out of her apartment). She's always been a little weird about my being a lesbian, and when I confessed my long-standing letch for her, she told me to get the hell out and not come back. Maybe, if I hadn't been quite so drunk, I'd have kept my mouth shut.
Not that I didn't have reason to want her - Amy's tall and golden, with long blonde hair, fabulous legs, and a smooth, supple gymnast's body. I saw her kick a shot glass off a man's head one night to win a bar bet. Sure, she's a little bitchy sometimes - but looks like that are worth an awful lot. Anybody, man or woman, would consider her a catch.
So, when I got the call yesterday, I was surprised. She said, "Jenni, I'm sorry. I doubt I'll ever want to be your lover, but I've missed you - let's get together tomorrow and talk, like old times, OK?"
So, I went to Amy's place. I walked in, like always, and yelled "Hello! Amy?"
"I'm in the kitchen! Come in here, please!"
I walked into the kitchen, just like always. "Oh, my God! What happened?"
"It all started this morning when I got up. My alarm clock didn't go off,so I got up late. Fortunately, I had the day off from GeneTech, so I was just going to clean the place up a little, make some sandwiches, and wait for you to drop by."
"GeneTech? You're still working there? Could that be..."
"No way! We're trying to make bug-proof corn! We're not working on anything that could cause this!
"Anyway, I got up, took my shower, and got dressed. My toaster burnt the toast and the milk was sour, so I had to make do with just coffee. While I was having breakfast, I suddenly started feeling dizzy. I put my head down on the table for a minute - I thought I was going to pass out. When I sat back up, I felt something funny. I looked down, and I suddenly had boobs - like yours."
Amy's never had much of a bust line. It never seemed to bother her, and it didn't bother me any. But truth was, she was maybe a B-cup, while I blossomed to a big C pretty early.
"I was shocked, of course. Then, I looked inside my shirt and was stunned. I didn't have boobs - I just had nipples. My nipples were suddenly huge - bigger than my breasts had ever been. They were huge and fully erect - they looked like brown, wrinkly grapefruit halves stuck on my chest. I touched them, poked at them with one finger. A sudden jolt of pleasure ran through me, like something I'd never felt anywhere.
"I stood up and shuddered as the fabric of my shirt rubbed across these new monster nipples. This knocked my coffee off the table and stained the rug, of course. After a minute or so, I started to get used to the feeling, just a bit. So I went back to housekeeping. I got the vacuum cleaner out and started to run it. As I bent over to sweep under the table, something seemed to... fall off my chest. I glanced down again, and my breasts had swollen up to - I don't know, something huge.
"I stood up and looked at myself. The tank top I was wearing had been loose, but now it fit. I have no way to know, but I'd guess I was suddenly a D-cup. With those gigantic nipples sticking out on the front, I looked like a cartoon.
"About this time, the vacuum cleaner sputtered and died, smoking."
"GeneTech makes us keep a self-evaluation kit, just in case of some sort of contamination. I ran - sloshed is more like it - to the bathroom, intending to check myself out. I did the tests - blood pressure, temp, reflexes, the whole thing. I plugged in the auto-tester to have it do some blood work. It takes hours to finish, but this was scaring me. When the machine was ready, I slipped my arm in the cuff to have it draw the blood it needed. The needle stuck me, and I gasped - like always. But this time, my boobs just kept going out!
"My shirt stretched and started to bind under my arms, smashing my boobs together. I could even feel it tightening across my back, where my tits were taking up all the slack in the cloth. The sight scared me, and I gasped again - which started the whole thing again. By this time, the auto-tester was done, so I yanked my arm out of the cuff and hurried for the phone.
"My tits had gotten so big by then, my shirt was stretched drum-tight and I couldn't breathe. I wobbled across the floor of my bedroom, trying to find a pair of scissors. Meanwhile, my tits just kept swelling and swelling. My shirt was skin-tight by now, which kept my tits in place like some kind of a gigantic bra. The top curve of my boobs was squeezing out the neck- and arm-holes of my shirt like bread dough, and I could feel cool air on the bottom curve, where they stuck out the bottom edge. I got the scissors and reached around myself to find the bottom hem of my shirt. I had to look in the mirror to do the job, 'cause all I could see was cleavage smashed together and rising toward my chin. I got the scissors into the crease between my tits, and made one tiny cut. My shirt exploded apart, letting my gigantic tits fall free. They knocked the scissors out of my hands and flopped on my dresser, knocking makeup in all directions and breaking my favorite perfume. I stood there for a minute, trying to catch my breath as my tits flowed over the top of my dresser. I backed away from the dresser and my tits fell on the floor, bouncing like gigantic globs of jello. They pulled me forward, and I could feel them still expanding.
"I headed for the kitchen and the phone, so I could call 911. I soon found out I couldn't walk forward - it was causing rug burns on my tits. I turned around and began walking backward, dragging my giant boobs behind me.
I noticed that they weren't just swelling: the bases of my breasts were getting bigger too. The- whatchacallit- neck of each breast, where they attach to my body was enlarging too. They were attached from my collarbones to the bottom of my ribcage, and were spreading.
"I got to the kitchen, and thought I was going to get stuck in the doorway. I pulled and squeezed, but they were almost too wide. Fortunately, I could reach the counter, so I grabbed a bottle of cooking oil and poured it over my boobs. That made them slick enough I could get into the kitchen. I backed across the floor, heading for the phone. Suddenly, I got dizzy again. When it cleared, I discovered that my tits had swollen even more- I couldn't move. I struggled and flailed around, trying to make these huge masses of meat move, but I couldn't. I couldn't even reach the phone from where I was.
"By this time, I was so frustrated, I started to cry. My sobbing just made things worse- every time I took a breath, my tits swelled even bigger."
I looked at Amy, where she was stuck. She was balanced on top of her super-huge tits, which were so big they completely filled the floor space in the kitchen, holding her off the ground. Her tits were wedged between the counters and she was lying on top of them, her arms and legs hanging down but not reaching the floor. Somewhere along the line, she'd lost her pants too. Her fine, tight ass was pointed toward me, and the furthest bottom edge of her breasts was scattered with golden pubic hair. Her pussy was spread, pink and juicy-looking. I knelt down between her tits, running my fingernails across the firm flesh surrounding me. I stripped off my own clothes, slipping a finger into my own pussy as it got warm and wet. I cupped my own breasts, where the nipples had suddenly blown up to grapefruit size, and smiled as I imagined what was to come.
"Hey, Jenni! Stop that! Get out of...hnnnnnn!" Amy writhed with pleasure and swore at me as I licked her pussy, lapping up her sweet juices.
I raised my head for a minute. "You know, Amy, I guess this just isn't your day."