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With several wiggles and tugs, Janelle Smith managed to wheedle her
front door into opening for her. She quickly stepped into the carpeted
foyer and closed the door behind her. A friendly chime went off as the
security system locked the door. She had gotten home just in time, as the
entire house locked up at 10:00 PM. Sighing, she took off her coat and
threw it into a corner, just narrowly missing a valuable sculpture from
Tahiti. The same was done with her bag of groceries, after she had removed
a Pepsi from the flimsy bag. It came even closer to hitting the skinny
little black marble man. "Damn that thing scares me", she thought. Janelle
managed to get herself to her couch, which could have seated twenty, as
it spanned three sides of the room.
Janelle draped herself onto her living room couch, which was in the
middle of a very nicely decorated living room. She was alone in her step
parents' quarter-of-a-million-dollar house. It was beautiful; modern kitchen,
lavish living rooms and game room, all tile bathrooms, and very cozy bedrooms.
She had the weekend to herself, and found nothing better than just sitting
in front of the huge television with a Pepsi on Saturday night. She took
a couple unusually bitter tasting sips, and decided on just the TV
instead.
A junior in high school, Janelle was considered pretty, if not having
potential for much more. She was just of average build, not overweight
at all, but not thin, which gave her a bigger bust, but still no more than
a full b-cup. Her deep, rich brown hair went down to the small of her back,
she usually wore it up however. Her brown eyes were wide and reflected
her personality. It was hard to see why boys, or at least most of
them, weren't interested in her. She tried not to be too enthusiastic about
boys, though. "I'm not gonna drop dead if I don't have a guy" she often
told herself. Janelle's friends had often labeled her very naive.
At that moment, she felt a coldness on her thigh, and realized she
was still holding her Pepsi. Looking down, Janelle saw a trickle of soda
running down her sleek thighs and onto the couch. Not wanting to ruin the
upholstery, she wipes it gingerly off her milky thighs and heads for the
bathroom to wash. That was a really nice skirt she had on, too. As Janelle
got up, however, she noticed that the Pepsi can was now dripping on the
carpet. Looking underneath, she located a tiny hole poked in the side of
the can, near the lower edge. "Hmmmm", she said, ponderingly.
Entering the bathroom, Jan walked over to the huge vanity mirror and
threw the can in the trash. "No use letting it leak everywhere, it tasted
like crap anyway", she thought offhandedly. First, taking off her skirt,
she bent over and slid it down her well sculpted hips and calves, which
were unusually untanned. Standing in her teal underpants and white button-up
shirt, Janelle looked for any other stains. When she did, she noticed that
there were two small blotches on her shirt where it had gotten wet. Her
attention was diverted by the feeling of something bulging against her
sides. Grabbing her breasts in reflex, her hands curiously sunk deep into
her flesh. Her chest was unusually plump, and a sound of fabric stretching
was made as she rubbed herself. It was then that she realized her breasts
were growing. Watching the mirror, she actually saw them slowly swelling
inside her shirt, making it tighter. Just before she screamed aloud, Janelle
got very aroused and her nipples jutted straight outgrowing like sponges
filling with water. The wet spots grew bigger as she apparently began lactating.
It was then that a huge surge of pressure built up inside her bosom.
Almost immediately, her chest began blimping up in her shirt. It grew
at a tremendous rate, and already the two balloons in her shirt were pulling
the buttons apart. They grew and expanded, squeezing her bust into the
tight bra. The gaps between the buttons were so large, the buttons were
about to pop. The first button popped off and hit her in the head. They
were puffing out of every hole in the shirt.
"What the hell!?" she yelled. Janelle realized the pressure in her
chest and looked down. Her breasts had blimped to the size of melons and
the sides of her shirt had ripped out, exposing the flanks of her bare
chest. Trying to cover herself, the remaining suicidal stitches on the
sides of her shirt exploded apart and the shirt sort of fluttered as it
fell limp and slid off her body. In her now very tight bra, the canteloupe-sized
breasts had stretched the turquoise fabric quite thin, and the hook was
about to give up. Her tits continued to plump up like hotdogs, they were
swelled painfully into a bra that couldn't hold them. Just as they began
looking like two large balloons of tit-flesh squeezing out all over, the
hook broke and the bra fell off her, onto the desk. She screamed in horror
at her tremendously swelled and ripening breasts. Janelle shook them and
heard a liquid sound as they wobbled like jello. She felt extreme pressure
and tried to hide her almost soccerball figure, but they swelled through
her fingers and her nipples plumped up very large as she grabbed them.
She was awash in pleasure.
Janelle snapped out of her trance, and soon realized how heavy her
breasts had become. "Holy shit", she exclaimed almost unenthusiastically.
Her expanding boobs had become perverbial basketballs, straining at her
shoulders with their weight. She knew something was really wrong now. As
Janelle tried to head for the phone, she winced in pain; her skin had become
extremely tight, and her growing boobs had finally become too heavy. She
grunted as they dragged her to the floor. They sloshed and rippled when
jerked back from a sudden stop; Janelle's hanging on to the vanity top
ceased their descent. It didn't matter much, because they had inflated
to such proportions, that even dangling a foot-and-a-half off the floor,
her breasts were already touching it. Janelle sighed and nearly lost her
weakening grip as her saucer-sized nipples flattened softly against the
cold tile floor and hardened.
The pressure from the swelling had become very intense. With every
throb in her breasts' enlargement came a wave of pain. As they pulled her
further down, she began to cry. "Owww! Help! Oh God I don't wanna explode!"
Her tears plopped onto the masses of flesh below her and ran down the sides.
As she wept, waiting for the end, Janelle became groggy. The pressure had
pumped her breasts so full that her circulation was being hindered. Although
she couldn't see well with tears welling in her eyes, she used every ounce
of strength and heaved her ballooning cow's udder-sized tits onto the vanity.
They bobbed furiously with the load of liquid inside them, increasing steadily.
Janelle could only lean over and stare, horrified, at her breasts, now
approaching bursting point. They felt so full and tight, Janelle simply
grabbed them, and she watched as her arms were pushed away. Her monstrous,
near bursting breasts, now comparable to those oversized party balloons
with pictures of Bugs Bunny on them, showed no signs of stopping; Janelle
had grown much too big to do anything. As she grit her teeth, blossoming
further, she got an idea.
In a desperate attempt to stop her growth, she mashed her bloated tits
together even harder, as hard as she could. Her nipples stretched, and
moments later, she got a warm rush through her body just as milk began
to spray out of Janelle's over-ripe mammaries. The milk sprayed out of
the plump nipples in a powerful mist like a popped garden hose. It splattered
on the mirror, covering it in a thick milky gloss, and collected in the
sink. As she watched her two balloons shoot milk across the bathroom, Janelle
realized the pressure was lessening, despite her still growing bigger.
Janelle was overcome by the sensation this brought on, being filled up
and releasing at the same time. She sighed in ecstasy as the continuous
stream caressed her nipples. After a few seconds, she fell back to her
knees in fatigue, elated. In doing this she hit her head squarely on the
vanity, knocking her out cold. Her still bloated tits fell on top of her.
By this time they bobbled about on her chest, now beanbag sized. Milk still
fountained in dribbles out of her nipples, forming a puddle on the tile,
as she lay unconscious.
~
Darkness slowly transformed into the fluorescent lights of the bathroom as Janelle regained consciousness�..
Vazor Strafe - [email protected]
Saturday, May 23, 1998 - 10:09 PM
Janelle regained conciousness and tried to move. Her toes wiggled and her feet could move up and down, but when she opened her eyes all she could see was pale skin. She tilted her head back and looked above the wall of flesh. She could see the clear blue sky..
"Wait a minute" She thought, "I was inside last I remember.."
Janelle couldn't take the time to ponder this anymore as she felt her self being lifted up, or rather pulled up by her breasts. She looked around and quickly grabbed the desk to keep herself from getting pulled away.
"Look at that, Mr. Ciao, she's concious." said a voice.
"Yes. The formula is a success. Let's take her back to the hideout." said Mr. Ciao.
Janelle lost her grip on the desk as she felt herself being pulled again. She quickly raised out of the room. She looked back and saw the walls of her step-parents house seem to shrink away. Janelle looked up. Holding onto her mammaries were a pair of giant hands! She looked around.. Huge trees and gigantic lawns spread over the horizon.
"What's going on?!" yelled Janelle.
"To put it simply, Janelle, your body and house have acquired the size of a mouse, but your breasts have remained the same size." said Mr. Ciao.
Janelle was stunned. She felt like she was in a dream, except that her feelings of pleasure kept reassuring her that it was indeed real. She watched as the man placed her into a shoebox, along with her now small couch and a pair of "breast supports".
"You'll be safe in here, Janelle"
"You'll never get away with this!"
Mr. Ciao and the man got into a car and drove off into the night.
Meanwhile in Darci's house, another Pepsi can had begun to leak...
Jerry Caraway slumped down in front of the television, exhausted, and popped open a Pepsi and bag of chips, with a sigh. Work had been hell as usual. Twenty four and stuck in a dead end job at a quick mart peddling ancient hotdogs and stale buns. Flipping channels, he crunched a potato chip and washed it down with his soda, wincing. Even the soda was bad from where he worked. He peered at the can, but contrary to the taste, it didn't read 'paint thinner'. He shrugged and drained the rest of the can, crumpling it up and tossing it into a wastebasket, never noticing the tiny little pinhole in the side.
Star Trek came on a minute later and he fell back on the sofa, passing time, alone.
A sharp, jabbing pain at his groin made him scream and lurch suddenly out of the sofa, even as incredible pleasure pounded in his chest, a weird, bubbly heat spreading through his veins, tearing a screaming orgasm from his nervous system and sending him to his knees on the floor!
Perspiration broke out of his skin and he writhed on the floor, uncontrollably orgasming and screaming, his sweat dissolving his clothing and shoes in seconds, then turning the fabric into a fine powdery grey ash.
Then suddenly the pain faded, and a surge of pleasure pounded at his groin, as he sat up and stared. Hiss nipples puffed up and swelled, areola growing outward, a pair of breasts budding and developing with a deep erotic ache that drove him wild; he grabbed his shaft, but it slipped from his grasp, diminishing with incredible rapidity, as his scrotum collapsed and imploded, dividing and pulling upward. A soft 'pop' of air entering a new bodily opening sent a chill down Jerry's spine, and the view was obscured as the breasts kept swelling larger and larger, pleasure surging.
A tingling shock ran through Jerry's changing body, and as quickly as it started it was done, leaving Jerry writhing on the floor, trying to comprehend.
"Oh god," Jerry thought crazedly, "what happened??!" hands reached forward and around and cupped a pair of nipples the size of fists, attached to breasts easily projecting forward two and a half feet. She struggled to stand, hardly able, gripping the nipples tightly. And she knew. She knew what had happened, when her legs came together with no resistance. She ran to the bathroom, stumbling and holding her breasts as best she could, and stared into the full length mirror.
Nude, she stood only 5' 1" tall, but had breasts almost three feet in diameter, obscuring most of her upper body. Her arms couldn't even encircle her bust, and her fists couldn't hold all of even one nipple if she tried. Sexy curves and pronounced, rounded, smooth behind, and feminine cleft told the rest of the story. She was a girl. Late teens, reddish strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, with breasts the size of overinflated beach balls...but solid flesh. She squeezed and felt the flesh, solid, warm...a hand went to her groin and she squealed at the sensation surge. "This is..." she stopped in mid sentence, her voice high, soft and alluring. "Oh shit," she said distinctly, then reached for a robe...shocked as her skin perspired on contact and the perspiration spread through the garment, eating it away with a faintly orange glowing flash, in some violent chemical reaction. She touched a towel and watched as it flared and turned to white ash. A pair of jeans. A shirt too small for her bust anyway....all burned to cinders in a reaction to something her skin was putting out. No heat from the reaction...just disintegration. Wood, ceramic, flesh...those seemed unaffected, but any cloth or leather just poofed.
Her jaw dropped as she realized the ramifications of that, staring into the mirror at her nude, sexually exaggerated form and angelic face. "Oh no."
At that moment it came to her. "Latex! That's it!" she exclaimed, bolting from the bathroom. In the process of running to her/his apartment, her breasts bobbled bounced wildly and she had to continue her run with her arms around her tits. Getting into her closet, Jerry (who had now decided to call him/herself Jenny) found a pair of latex pants that one of his girlfriends had left behind one night. Jumping into them quickly, she thought maybe she could get them on before she started sweating. Her breasts flew up an down furiously as her pants slid on. Closing her eyes tight, when Jenny opened them, she saw the pants were still there on her sculpted thighs and hips, tight, but still there. "Maybe my body doesn't react to synthetics. Well at least I know what to wear." She zipped up the pants with only minimal trouble. It was then that Jenny realized, "Wait a minute, I don't have any latex SHIRTS!"
But wait Jenny thought. As long as I don't perspire maybe I put on a shirt without it disintigrating. She moved carefully to the closet and picked out one of her old polo shirts out of the closet and put it one. Yes, it stayed on. So as long as I stay cool I guess I'll be ok. Jenny looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't believe it. Her body was spectacular. Her breasts looked huge in the tight purple polo shirt she had on. Suddenly Jenny had an idea. An absolutely wonderful idea. She was going to do something she had always envied women for. She was going to go bra shopping. She had always wanted to stroll into the lingerine section of a dept store with big breasts and try on all the lovely bras hanging from the displays. Now she could. So off to the dept store she went. She strolled into the store and made her way to the undergarment section. As she walked down the isle her head flipped back and forth as she gazed at all the empty bras hanging down. She so much wanted to fill them all. There were all colors and sizes. Pushup bras, lace bras, bras for full figured women, small petite bras and bras with huge white flowery cups. Jenny looked down at herself and had no idea what size to buy. Her breasts were huge though and she figured she better get a few with xtra large cups to try on. She picked out one 38F, a 40DDD, and a 36FF. She grabbed the bras and went over to the saleslady who was behind her counter reading a magazine. Excuse me miss, said Jenny. I would like to try on these bras. The saleslady stood up. She was a large woman. A very busty woman as well. She stood about 6ft tall. She had on a white blouse that barely contained a huge, possibly 44G bust. Over it she wore a dark blue blazer that attempted to cover her bust but could not. A tight navy blue skirt with black seamed stockings and 5 inch heels completed her outfit. My you've picked out some large ones there young lady, said the saleslady.
Why don't we go into the dressing room and I'll see if we can't fit those big boobs of your into one.
Stunned at the thoughts she was having, she numbly followed the saleslady to the dressing rooms, slightly frightened at what was happening to her...though her body felt incredible! With every move her enormous breasts swayed and jiggled pleasurably, the nipples standing straight out in response to a pulsing lust in her sex.
She frowned suddenly as she realized her lustful thoughts were causing her to feel heated, and perspire. "Oh shit," she hissed. A sparkling glow was starting in her clothes except for the latex pants, which remained unaffected. The overstretched polo shirt, before her eyes -- and thoses of the saleslady, started to become sheer, faint tendrils of smoke wafting away, the fabric being disintegrated!
"Miss...?!" the saleslady exclaimed, and grabbed Jenny by the arm, pulling her into a dressing room -- just as her polo shirt flared brightly and disintegrated, a fine white ash puffing into the air as her huge breasts bounced free in the cool air of the store! The saleslady's eyes widened. "That's...very odd." She frowned. "You're the second young lady to come in here today with this...problem. Don't worry though...we figured something out the first time. Goretex. Its the only thing that is completely immune to whatever that...phenomena...is. Those latex pants won't last much longer, they don't flash out like that, but they will turn brittle and shatter when you least expect. Hold on, I'll go see what we have in Goretex of your size..." she left the dressing room, leaving Jenny to stare into the full length mirror.
She reached out gingerly and touched the glass, eyes locked on her body. It had to have been the pepsi. She giggled. Those commercials saying you'd look like Cindy Crawford if you drank it weren't far off. God, something must have gone really wrong with a batch. She was relieved her features were her own, though, not some celebrity. She had to admit, she was ravishingly beautiful. She shook her head suddenly. She was lusting after her own reflection.
A creaking, squeaking noise called her attention -- and suddenly her latex pants exploded into a million tiny flakes! Her jaw dropping, her hands flew to cover her sex -- a mistake, as the contact drove her wild! She was sooooo sensitive to pleasure! She hazarded a touch of a fingertip to a nipple and stiffened, her whole body responding powerfully with a raging orgasm that shook her to the roots of her being, her toes curling with its force!
Just then, the saleslady returned with an armload of stretchy, metallic sheened garments...two catsuits, metallic red and metallic blue, and iridescent swimsuits that were just barely street legal. "I'm sorry...but they really don't make normal clothes in goretex...these will have to do..." She appraised Jenny's expression, the lustful look in her eyes.
Jenny, quivering from a multiple orgasm, took one of the silvery swimsuits and held it up. It was beautiful. "I'll take them all..." she murmured, and looked around for where her wallet had fallen from her latex pants when they dissolved. She picked it up and handed her credit card to the salesperson.
Then she started dressing. The skin hugging material of the one piece, barely-there-at-all-but-technically-legal silvery swimsuit was almost too much to bear. The surging, wild pleasures and desires it brought her body to made her feel weak in the knees, and the lust was so great she had to throw dignity to the wind and massage an oversized nipple right in front of the salesperson.
The salesperson left the dressingroom, charged the order and brought the card back, carrying a can of pepsi in her hand. "Thank you for shopping at Klaxtons! I'm off on break, but if there's anything I can do for you, just call."
Jenny stared at the soft drink can. A tiny, miniscule droplet fell from it. "May I have a sip of your soda?" she asked, wondering why. But she had to know for sure.
The saleslady smiled. "Sure." She handed over the can, and Jenny took a tiny sip, then handed it back. "Thanks."
Jenny left the dressingroom and the store, drawing attention from everyone she passed. A girl with breasts almost two and a half feet in diameter each walking through the mall wearing a silvery shimmering goretex swimsuit. A teenager tripped, arms flailing, and fell with a splash in the fountain.
She was almost to the food court when she felt it. A tingling heat rushed through her...and her swimsuit squeaked as her breasts surged forward, growing with a feeling of incredible pleasure to three feet in diameter each! From just a sip?! The weight felt great though, and her suit held. The growth ended, and she realized the worst of it was it had doubled her sex drive again. Weirdly, her whole body adjusted, and she carried her breasts high and firm, their shape still perfect despite massing almost as much as the rest of her body, each. Each step brought her so much pleasure she rode wave after wave of orgasms as she walked. She laughed as she realized she couldn't sit down at a normal table. Her breasts would cover the table, two giant orbs in thinly stretched goretex!
She needed time to think...she walked into a movie theatre and paid, feeling great as every eye she passed, male and female, turned to stare seemingly lustfully at her. The ticket clerk nearly fell over, poor boy.
She settled in the dark of the theatre and started rubbing between her legs in the dark, leaning back, breasts almost too large to see over, trying to decide what to do next.
She didn't have much time to think, as, throughout the theatre, moviegoers took the first sips of their soft drinks...and let out squeals of surprise and shock.
She struggled to her feet, arms holding her breasts up and she stared in awe. "Oh god, it wasn't an isolated incident," she whispered, as over half the moviegoers started shrieking and writhing in their seats, the sounds of clothing ripping and moans of unbelievable pleasure drowning out the movie, accompanied by screams of dismay by fleeing people who hadn't partaken of the beverage...
She watched as men and women alike changed, shredding their clothes, breasts swelling and in some cases more breasts growing....a teenage boy dropped to his knees and changed into a nymphlike creature with six breasts, pleasuring herself endlessly.
Girls orgasmed uncontrollably, and the movie theatre dissolved in an orgy -- in seconds, every person of the hundreds who had sipped, had become an enormous breasted nymphomaniac, tearing their clothes off or dissolving them depending on the effects, and leaping on one another.
Jenny giggled, and bounced into the midst of the orgy, a tangle of huge bouncy breasts and soft, slender limbs bringing her to ecstasy.
After awhile, when she began to tire, Jenny went outside the
theater into the mall, not paying attention to her
surroundings. She ended up in the Radio Shack, pleasuring
herself as she walked, not noticing the growing orgy
surrounding her. CNN was playing on the televisions, and
a beautiful woman with four breasts was descring the crisis
(and being fucked by the co-anchor, a man(?) with two huge
breasts on his own chest).
"...in case you (yes yes YES) just joined us, here is
a...a...WOW wrap up of our top story. A fast-ASTTT acting
virus, originally placed in a batch of Pepsi, has been
spreading throughout the planet. The virus is highly
contagious, and is expected to spread to every person on
the planet within twenty four hours. People are first
affected immediatedly after swallowing the Pepsi, or
within an hour or two after having contact with a person
with the virus. The virus causes all substances placed
close to the skin (SKIN SKIN!) (such as clothing) to
disolve completely. OnLEEEE Goretex fabric is unaffected.
The only parts of the body where this doesn't occur are on
the hands, feet, and head. It also causes breast growth in
both men and women, with multiple breasts sometimes occuring
(such as in myself). It causes some men to become fully
female, and significant PENIS growth in those who don't
(like my wonderful co-anchor here...THERE!!!!). Other,
more bizarre, mutations have been reported. It also causes
extreme SEEEEXXXXXual urges. The virus is presumed to be
artificial, although no group has claimed resposniblity.
As this outcome is obviously superior to the old way of
life, no attempt at a vaccine will be MAAAADDDEEE...."
With that, the reporter just started moaning. Jenny
thought about this for awhile. She realized that she (like
everybody on the planet) LIKED this virus (not realizing
it was one of the virus's effects for her to like the results
of the virus). She liked having huge breasts. She liked
being a girl; in fact she can't believe how she stood being
a guy. She also couldn't believe how...square everybody used
to be.
Jenny decided to rejoin the orgy.
Hours later, as the orgy broke up, people wandering off to see the amazing sights of other, wilder mutations CNN had been reporting on, Jenny picked up the police scanner she had lifted from Radio Shack -- the clerk hadn't minded, and couldn't do anything about it anyway with her six foot diameter breasts -- and listened, biting her lower lip lightly.
<Scanner> "To anyone who is listening, we're trapped, hold up in a warehouse on the east side of town at 617 East Townsend road. There are mutants everywhere outside! We found this ham radio in storage, but we're running out of power, the warehouse only had a generator...please, someone help us! We have medical supplies and several bioengineers in our number, and would be willing to help in the effort to find a cure. Please, someone help!"
Jenny smiled slyly. She would help. Help them break themselves of that silly notion. She set off walking, realizing she wasn't far at all from the warehouse.
She arrived at the alley door minutes later, and struck a seductive pose outside the metal door. In her best drama voice, she shrieked, "Help! Help me! Let me in, I heard your transmission over the radio, I'm not infected but I'm being chased! Help me please, oh god, help me someone!"
Stiffling a giggle, she turned to face the door from the side.
It opened a crack, and she saw her chance. Pulling the door open violently with strength she hadn't known she possessed, she wedged a huge breast half inside and did the first thing that came to mind. She sneezed, catching a young man in glasses full in the face, his eyes widening in horror. "NO!" he screamed, trying to force the door closed -- then went pale, then flushed in the face, and staggered back, staring down at his hands. "Oh no, what have you done? Damn you!" he shouted, and fell to his knees.
Jenny laughed. "Don't be such a wimp, enjoy it, its great!" She walked over and leapt on the man, her enormous breasts softly pinning him to the floor, her skin contact making his clothing flash out of existence in a violent chemical reaction. Giggling, she grabbed his shaft and thrust it inside her, pleasure surging -- but almost too late, as the man shrieked in rising pitch, eyes wide, and his body diminished, muscles and genitals subsiding then changing, a scream torn from his throat as he became a ravishingly beautiful girl, breasts exploding outward in size, passing through the letters of the alphabet at a rate of one a second, so fast it BOUNCED Jenny off, who, laughing, sat up reached out and grabbed one of her victim's fist sized nipples, giving a squeeze. She pulled herself to her feet unsteadily, massive breasts swaying and bouncing, then went over to an air intake on the wall and started blowing her breath into it, knowing in seconds it would penetrate to every part of the warehouse.
She got a devilish look in her eyes and walked back over to the nymph laying stunned on the floor -- pulled one of her arms up and bit -- not hard, but enough to do the job. What job, she didn't know -- it was instinctive, just something she felt she should do.
The newly made nymphomaniac girl writhed, rubbing her sex already, eyes glazed, and the secondary contamination took effect. Suddenly, all over her body, every tiny pore decided it was in fact, a mammary gland -- and her skin changed, millions of goosebumps rising, then changing, tiny nipples and areola forming, the goosebumps growing -- the girl shrieked and squealed in uncontrollable orgasms as every pore on her body became a tiny, tiny fully formed and functional breast, each with an equal number of tiny nerves as sensitive as those in her two huge, four foot diameter breasts that pinned her to the floor.
A woman, obviously a scientist, ran into the room and screamed at the sight of her mutated former boyfriend-- then the air got to her. She screamed again as her body started changing, breasts growing in great surges, but the rest of her shrinking, diminishing in size and proportions perfectly until...Jenny walked over and laughed, picking up a pair of basketball sized breasts with a tiny, six inch tall nymphly girl attached. Jenny lay the girl in her own vast cleavage and walked out, rubbing the tiny girl's giant nipples. She had others to help into the new way of life!
As Jenny stepped back out the door she was caught in a shower of warm wet fluid. She looked up to see three women, obviously transformed by the virus, squeezing their huge breasts which caused streams of milk to shoot out their nipples at her. They stopped after they noticed what she looked like. "Sorry, we thought you might be one of the 'misguided' inside. We're here to 'enlighten' them.", one of the girls appologized.
"That's alright.", she replied and then she noticed the milk had soaked into her gortex outfit and her skin. The former scientist sitting in her cleavage had taken a good dose as well. She then felt a pressure build in her own tits and a sudden spurt of milk came out of them. The scientists boobs spurted as well. "Looks like you've given me some ammo to wage war on the 'misguided'. Shall we?", she said as she waved her hand to the open door to the building.
"Remember, girls, seek and spray. Shower them well, but if you're running dry, use short controlled spurts.", advised the one who spoke earlier. "Hi, my name is Dan, er, Daniel, and you're?", she asked Jenny while softly carressing her boobs. As the woman caught a drop of her milk of her tit and licked it off, Jenny answered, "Jenny. I'm a little thirsty do you mind?", she asked just before she gave into her urges and began to suckle on the warm sweet milk from Daniel's teats. "Not too much, let's save it for those inside!" Jenny reluctantly broke of her sucking and joined the others as they searched the building for more people to 'enlighten'.
They came to the door the woman scientist had come out of and saw it was sealed tight with a electronic passcode lock. "Tell us the code sweety.", Jenny asked the little woman with big boobs. She sucked on one of her nipples and the little transformed nymph cried out, "6-9-8-8!" Daniel typed in the nuber and the door buzzed as the lock opened. They all quickly stepped in side and began washing the interior down with warm boob juice.
Meanwhile, Janelle had been taken on a terrifying journey. Locked up and unable to see
where she was going, she had suffered alternating exctasies of fear and pleasure as her
huge tits brushed the side of her prison and brought waves of sexual joy to overwhelm the
terror at being helpless. After a while she passed out.
When she came round she was lying face down on a wooden surface. All she could see was
some tiled floor and the sight of her own huge tits dangling down over the edge. She tried to
move but she was firmly held in place by bonds of some sort: she could not even turn her
head to see. Her butt was sticking out over the end of the wooden surface and she could tell
that she was naked by the feel of air on her skin.
Her mouth was filled with some sort of rubber teat, that prevented her speaking. When she
sucked on it, a warm and delicious liquid filled her throat. Hungrily she sucked harder and as
she did so she felt her body replace the liquid it had expelled as milk. Then she felt her tits
begin to tighten again. Her nipples expanded and began to drip white fluid again and she
moaned against her gag. Her cunt throbbed and she was achingly aware of its emptiness.
Then came the voices of her captors and the sound of a door being opened.
"Ah, yes! She is nearly ready for the next stage, our little guinea-pig! Prepare the
machinery!"
"At once, Mr Ciao!"
A huge figure came and stood over her. She tried to lift her head to see the face attached to
the huge body but the restraints holding her down wouldn't permit it.
"Ahh, my lovely Janelle! Are you happy? Are you enjoying your new life?"
She wanted to speak and say: Yes, but I'd be happier if I had something in my cunt and who
are you exactly please, thank you. But the gag in her mouth reduced that to a sort of
yearning moan.
"You are the first of a new race! A new kind of human being! My creation! My obedient
servants! A race of sexually obsessed big-boobed bimboes! Won't that be marvellous?"
Again she moaned her agreement: it sounded just wonderful to her. She then moaned again
as hands took hold of the end of her right tit and lifted it off the floor. She felt the liquid inside
slosh around as her nipple was put into a rubber cup. She saw the face of the man doing it as
he passed in front of her to do the same to her left nipple. It was the face of a bearded,
leering dwarf she had often seen hanging around near her home. She had thought of
reporting him to the police once or twice but he had never done anything, just looked at her.
Now he winked at her as he stood from attaching her huge mamaries to a set of tubes that
went off out of her sight.
"She's ready, Mr Ciao. Shall I start the pump?"
"Yes, Mongo! Let us milk our little dairy herd! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha ha ha! Won't that be nice,
Janelle? We are going to take your milk and use it to bring even more people into our brave
new world!"
Janelle was prevented from expressing her opinion both by the gag and the sudden wave of
pleasure that hit her as suction was applied to her nipples and milk began spurting out of her.
She sucked even harder on the nipple in her mouth to keep herself filled with liquid.
"That's a good girl, Janelle! Such a good girl!"
Mr Ciao brushed his hand through her hair, petting her like an animal.
"Uh, sir... You said I might...."
"Oh, of course, Mongo. Forgive me. I had quite forgotten. Yes, I'll leave you here to tend to
her. Enjoy yourself."
He left and a few moments later, Janelle's happiness was complete when she felt herself
being mounted from behind and her aching cunt was filled with cock. She let herself drown in
pleasure.
11:00 PM that day, On board the nuclear submarine Uss Ohio:
"Sir, I'm recieving an emergency action message from the pentagon. Permission to read?" the ship's mate asks.
"You know the procedure", Captain Willis replies. "Get the goddamn exec in here now!"
The executive officer steps onto the bridge of the sub.
"X.O. reporting sir, you require authentification of EAM for the RGH in the PA for the PMF?"
Not understanding anything the X.O. said, Willis replied "Yeah, just get on with it."
"Will do", the exec returned.
"That's Willis", Willis retorted.
The executive office picks up his cute little pink card and reads:"Amy, Amy, Brandon, Charlie, Emily, Charlie, Katie, Amy". (Anyone who's seen Crimson tide will get this)
The ship's mate reads the same. "Message is authentic", he confirms.
"Read it then," Willis snaps.
The mate reads, "Emergency action message class 1 from pentagon: Pentagon under heavy attack stop Barricaded in stop Large epidemic spreading stop have located source of infection stop It's Mr. Ciao's meat packing emporium in Hong Kong use nuclear force to eradicate END."
"We're in Hong Kong harbor right now! Bring Ohio four degrees down bubble and take us under, I want to get a good distance before we blow the harbor to a pulp. X.O. prepare for strategic nuclear launch. The use of nuclear weapons has been authorized." Willis announces.
Throughout the ship yells can be heard:
"Setting four degrees, down bubble!!"
"Diving!! Moving to closest safe-point!!"
"Setting one PQ, that's ten minutes, people!!"
"Copy, one PQ, missile launch in ten minutes. Arm tubes one and two!!"
"I need a hamburger down here!!"
Amongst the bustle of preparation, Captain Willis did not notice ensign Anna Kozun was not paying attention to the radar. Instead, she was curiously looking down at her bust, tuggin at the seaman's outfit to find out why it had suddenly tightened. A look of shock slowly spread across her face....
Ensign Kozun watched as her bust begand to expand. With each heart beat her body throbed with overpowering desires.
THROB: Breasts feel constrained, must free them!
Her uniform blouse popped buttons and her regulation bra began to tear apart and sweat from her body began to erode the material.
THROB: Feels so good! I must share myself with all these men!
A small moan escaped from her lips as she grasped the edges of the radar console to steady herself. Some crew began to turn and stare as her clothes began to waft up small smoke plumes and bits and pieces sloughed off.
THROB: The feel so full! I need to relieve the pressure!
Her breasts suddenly bounce out and free as the remains of her blouse and bra gave way. Her nipples were large and distended and began to drip milk. Her breasts were F-cup and still growing. Some crew called out and Captain Willis and the XO turned to see wat was happening.
THROB: Unleash it now! Give them all! Then you'll have loads of cock!
SPURT!
Her breasts had reached basketball size when the began to spray hot milk. In the tight confines of the submarine control room, everyone was splashed with it either directly or from ricochets off the steel walls and instrument panels. The liquid disolved the spots of clothing were it landed, and soaked into patches of exposed flesh. The men began to moan and some colasped from the overpowering sensations that began to flood through them. Anna then walked up to the captain who was trying to shake off the effects. As she approached her nipples continued to spray in spurts that matched her heartbeat. The catains clothes were washed away along with any other thought than getting his hardening cock inside Anna's sweet pussy. Anna smiled as she watched Willis erect and then grow until he sported twelve inches of pussy pleasing pecker.
"I believe the Captain ordered a dive?", Anna said as she knelt down and took the monster manhood and cradled it in her new huge cleavage, and then dove down to suck on it.
The XO screamed and then the scream turned into a moan as his clothes melted off and a new stacked brunette took form out of his body who then turned and licked her lips as she saw the Captain getting head. "Save some of that C-O-C-K for my C-U-N-T!", the new X-rated Officer cried as she knelt down to share with Ensign Anna.
Meanwhile two more of the crew came forward after their transformations were complete and grabbed the waists of the two well endowed women and entered them from behind with their new throbbing hungry 12 inch cocks. "Steady as you go, men!", ordered the captain as he looked down at his crew orgy. He smiled as he saw that the two remaining crew had become big four busted women who were engaging in a hot session of sixty-nine.
Quietly un-noticed, the can of Pepsi Anna had been sipping slowly dripped from a small leak in the can.
Meanwhile back in the lab, milk was spraying everywhere...
< 11:10 PM, Mr. Ciao's Emporium >
Two drainage grates in the floor caught and filtered the massive amount of milk Janelle was producing. "Don't worry, my dear Janelle, this is only the first stage. It is a test to make sure you are truly the one for my new organism. We wouldn't want your breasts to do anything bad while we where helping you produce more of this amazing chemical! AH yes, -", Ciao was cut off by his assistant, Mongo, who had recently let Ciao have Janelle for a while.
"Mr. Ciao, I don't mean to botter you, master, but our wadio taps have picked up a nucwear submawine in Hong Kong harbor. I taut it was nuttin until I hacked into the Pentagon, which is now off-line, and saw the sub was getting weady to launch missiles at us."
"Hmmm Janelle, your pleasure session will have to wait. Mongo, start fueling the jet, and load up only what we will need."
"Wery well, master." Mongo replied, glaring back at Janelle, awash in pleasure.
< 11:15 PM, Uss Ohio >
Ensign Kozun's Pepsi can rolled off her workstation and spilled its remains on the floor. Captain Willis turned around to see what had happened, "Oh, well we can't have this soda spilling everywhere!" He picked it up and begins drinking the remnants of Kozun's Pepsi.
In other parts of the Uss Ohio, screams of terror could be heard coming from crewmembers being altered by their bunkmates. Engineer Jamie Adams clung to the missile control workstation as several of her previously male co-workers pulled her away from the chair. One of them squeezed their plump nipples with all her might and let loose a torrent of milk into Jamie's face. She got a burning sensation throughout her body, then an amazing pressure built up. As her changes began, a still male engineer, John Santos, walked into the missile control room. But he now had a monstrous cock, almost 14 inches long. Jamie was getting wet from the pressure she felt and her pants flared up and burned to ash. This made it much easier and faster for Santos to drive his rod into her. At that moment, the pressure in her chest surged and her bust exploded in size. She saw the fabric stretch quickly as her breasts soon burst the zipper and swelled out of her jumpsuit. They had reached the size of basketballs in only 10 seconds, and she heard sounds like rubber squeaking as they swelled over her face. Just then Santos took his monster cock and sent it on a recon mission between Jamie's beachball tits. He blew his load into her mouth, and Jamie's stomach started filling with gallons of cum. Her belly swelled up like a ball and became very bloated, her pale skin becoming shiny. Moans of pleasure echoed through the decks of the submarine Uss Ohio, but on the screen adjacent to Jamie Adam's workstation, the following was still displayed:
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Suddenly a pink flash of light came from the center of the orgy outside the Pentagon, and a glowing, nude girl with three foot diameter breasts perfectly pert before her started walking through the injured crowd, her nipples and groin glowing with pink radiance, healing everyone she came near instantly.
Zinni saw the approaching wild mutation and felt sudden panic. She wasn't even looking at where she was walking or those she helped. She was staring straight at him!
"Oh shit, oh shit," he commented, hefting his machine gun and taking aim, firing.
The bullets flared pink in mid air near the mystery girl and fluttered to the ground as pink flowers, which took root and grew, a weird, eerie breast at the center of each blossom, squirting milk.
She smiled as she walked through a hail of gunfire toward Zinni. "You fired on innocent people, tried to kill them, had your men try to kill them," she said sweetly. "So you will not enjoy the fruits and luxury of a normal transformation. You will be changed as a lesson to all who would do the same."
Zinni's eyes were wild, as he backed up.
The mystery girl smiled wider, her beauty heart wrenching, as she lifted a hand to point at Zinni. "Feel the power of Lust incarnate!"
Zinni sensed it coming, and dove for cover -- but too late.
A shaft of impossibly brilliant pink light flashed out of the girl's hand and slammed into him, surrounding him and freezing him in mid air in crackling pink lightning for a heartbeat. He fell to the ground, his clothing flashing out in a burst of flame, leaving his skin tingling. "No!" he protested -- and watched as, faster than any change he had witnesses before, his body changed, womanhood taking over instantly, not a trace of former masculinity left before he -- she could even blink. She grabbed at her groin, feeling a surge of lust and pleasure raging in the feminine cleft, but her arms were rudely forced away as her breasts grew rapidly, an erotic pain of growth burning hotly behind her nipples, her size passing through D cup, E, F, G, and onward as she let out a squeal. Zinni's mind locked on a comforting thought, "it can't go on much longer, change almost done!" she thought, as she surpassed the breast size of the mystery girl and kept growing, the weight making her fall to her knees before beanbag sized, perfectly formed breasts. She laid her hands on the top of her curvaceous flesh as if to quell their growth, but the contact was too pleasurable to bear!
The mystery girl laughed. "You will be a monument to the new age, a living, immortal, indestructable and unchanging monument to what is to come! Nothing can ever free you from the state I've bestowed, and all will see!"
Just then Zinni felt something impossible happen -- her breasts were growing faster. She shrieked, shooting into the air, bound upward attached to breasts that passed the size of cars, houses, feeling every bit of the growth and knowing it was real, solid, permanent flesh, and knowing neither virus nor prayer or knife could ever free her from it -- the crowd fled as a pair of breasts grew unchecked before the Pentagon -- and all present gasped as the growth slowed to a stop, Zinni suspended high, high in the air.
Zinni's breasts, perfect and flushed with pink health and vitality, bounced slightly from the energy of their growth, and became stable...at a size larger than the pentagon itself. The two immense orbs of living flesh wobbled slightly as internal supporting tissues and blood vessels dealt with their incredible weight, without the slightest sag or flattening. The crowd stared upward at nipples the size of small skyscrapers.
Zinni could only flail helplessly, caught in an orgasm that would never, could never end or ebb. She decided it couldn't get any worse...and then it did. The crowd went wild and began rubbing her breasts, climbing them, massaging her enormous nipples, and those with masculine shafts made their way up to her and began vying for penetration time, sending her conscious mind into a lust filled haze she would never emerge from again.
All throughout the world, those who dared oppose the new
world order paid a significant penalty, having their bodies
changed into outrageous and unusual shapes. While the exact
punishment varied, some were fairly common. One such
common penalty was for the non-willing party to turn into a
giant breast. That's right, their body and head would be
replaced with a perfectly round boob, with a nipple the size
of a two-liter soda bottle, that spouted milk at about a
gallon an hour. Their face remained, flattened
at the top of the giant breast. Their arms and legs
remained normal, and both male and female genitals remained
relatively normal, if you call a two-foot long permanetely
erect constantly orgasming dick normal, or a vagina capable,
and always very willing, of handling such a manhood normal.
Another common penalty for the unwilling was enormous
quanities of breasts. Typically the victim would have eight
breasts, in two pairs each, down the front, and an equal
number down the back, with the lower two doubling as buttocks.
There would also be four breasts running down each side,
starting at the armpit. The entire head would become free
of hair and become a giant tit, with the nipple replacing
the nose. Smaller breasts would form on both elbows, knees,
and the tops of both hands and feet, for an approximate total
of thirty-three breasts in all. Of course, as ususal, they
all lactated constantly. Those who didn't make serious
attempts at rebelling usually got somewhat more normal bodies,
although mutations sometimes occurred at random.
TWO YEARS LATER
Jackie Samson was the third of six wives of Frank Samson, a
fairly mild mannered CPA in Boston. Frank had six breasts,
and all of his wifes and now his daughter had six breasts.
She woke up with the other five wives and her one year old
daughter, Breast Samsom, in their large bed with Goretex
sheets. Her daughter, of course, was attached to one of her
breasts, feeding as she slept. She gave her to one of the
three housewives of the group, and, after the standard
multi-orgasmic morning orgy, she prepared to go to work.
Jackie waded through the foot-high permanent milk puddle to
get to the bathroom, where she turned on the tap to the
shower and felt the warm milk cascade over her J-cup breasts,
mixing with her own milk leaking from them. Sometimes she
actually missed water. You see, about three months after
the change, the oceans and rivers slowly turned to milk.
When it rains now, it rains milk. She shoke her head.
Such thoughts were bad. Milk is good. Plain water is evil.
Jackie was glad she worked in such an open office. She
only wore red Goretex knee-high boots with seven inch heels,
makeup, and, of course her virbating dildo and butt plug
(she knew she wouldn't survive without those, as she
frequently worked alone with nobody to fuck for as long as
an hour or two). She felt sorry for one of the other wives,
Linda, who, due to working at a VERY conservative law firm,
not only had to cover her crotch and breasts completely with
a Goretex skintight bodysuit, but also was forbidden to use
vibrating aids. Jackie didn't know how Linda could stand
that, and hoped she quit soon. She wondered how that law
firm kept any of it's employees if they were treated so
poorly.
As Jackie walked into her office, sucking on her left
highest breast absently, nodding to Boob in accounting (who
used to be known as Bob, and now was, in fact, a giant boob),
and Sally in receiving (she not only had four T-cup breasts
(which Jackie felt jealous of), but also had four cunts, so
she did plenty of receiving, which, again, Jackie was
jealous of), she felt glad to be part of this brave new
world.
But, for the people hinding out in Norad, the story was much different...
...they had managed to round up most of the joint chiefs (the ones who were still normal) and get them on marine helicopters before the Pentagon was engulfed by the boob known as Zinni. Many of the defense secretaries saw it as "fitting". The helicopters made a beeline to the Norad facility, where it would be impossible, unless by plane, to reach them. They picked up many refugees on their way, among them a caban boy named Mongo, and a dwarf named Ciao...
Billy "73IQ" Bob closed his journal and picked up his rifle where it lay. Billy Bob was one of the .001% of people with a natural immunity to the virus. After the plague had swept throughout the world, those who weren't affected by the virus gathered together in small clusters all across the wildernesses of the world. Without the ability to "enlighten" these people, the people of the new age treated them like malcontents and punished them (which they were not immune to.)
The Inquisition lasted for six months. Those immune who still roamed free were so deep into the woods that the breast-people decided that they were better off staying in the cities where they could work productive lives between regular orgies.
"And that, gentlemen, will be the result if the new sweetener is allowed into the general populace," the technician paused, "without further tests."
Several dark suited individuals shifted in unison. The technician, a mouse like man in a white lab coat, looked nervously around the room. All these executives staring at him were shaking fragile ego. He hadn't known of this side effect in the new sweetener, and he knew Pepsi wasn't exactly in a position to capitalize on this discovery.
"Uhh..s.sir," the technician attempted yet again, "The sweetener is, is uh, fine. It just reacts with common viruses to tur....turn them into these mutants."
"And, Mr. Foley? We sank hundreds of millions into this project. Do you suggest we abandon this product of yours?"
"Well, sir. That, uh." Foley paused, his scientific discipline crumbling under the executives gaze, "Uh that would be wise sir."
"Mr. Foley, we are in business to make money, and defeat Coke. Your product could allow us to do both. Renolds, get to work on a new division to handle breast growth. This could earn us a tidy profit."
"Yes, Mr. Gargant." The young executive Mr Renolds replied crisply as he quickly left the meeting.
"And, Mr. Foley." Gargant leaned forward, "You are going to find out a safe dosage. Find a town, any town. Take any reasources you need and get me a safe dosage. I don't care who you hurt, or what you do, just get me my results. And, Mr. Foley. You are to keep this controlled, and top secret. If it gets out of control, well. Don't let it."
And with that the meeting ended. Gargant left with his throng of loyal juniors swarming about him. Behind them, Foley sat down. He had just been given an impossible task, and this didn't sit well in him.
"My God. Human testing? I won't, I can't." Foley lowered his head, "but he's got too much on me. I..."
Foley got up, gathered his papers, and left. The lights still blazed behind him, in the room where the tests were conceived.
"And, Mr. Foley." Gargant leaned forward, "You are going to find out a safe dosage. Find a town, any town. Take any reasources you need and get me a safe dosage. I don't care who you hurt, or what you do, just get me my results. And, Mr. Foley. You are to keep this controlled, and top secret. If it gets out of control, well. Don't let it."
And with that the meeting ended. Gargant left with his throng of loyal juniors swarming about him. Behind them, Foley sat down. He had just been given an impossible task, and this didn't sit well in him.
"My God. Human testing? I won't, I can't." Foley lowered his head, "but he's got too much on me. I..."
Foley got up, gathered his papers, and left. The lights still blazed behind him, in the room where the tests were conceived.