The minds eye is a infinitely versatile object, able to do almost any thing a writer asks of it.
This is what this writer is going to ask:
Imagine a plain.
A desert
Note the singular lack of double ess's. This is a lot of sand, not an expanse of Whipped Cream.
Wrong website, buddy...
Dotted around the landscape are cactus', or is that cacti? Whatever, green sharp plants litter the landscape. If the minds eye were to look at them from above, he or she might be surprised to see that by total co-incidence they spelt out a couple of sentences. These were:
DISCLAIMER:
IF YOU SHOULDN'T BE READING THIS STORY, DON'T!
And not, as was always a possibility:
B3 WAZ ERE.
This is the Australian Desert, The Bush. A perfect place for all scientific researchers of questionable goals to have their secret laboratories, since nobody ever gets this far. Normally they have small, confined huts that nobody would look twice at even if they did happen to pass, But some had gigantic warehouse-type constructions, which were filled with top-of-the-range utilities.
And by total co-incidence (another one) one of the latter type is about to come into view to the minds eye (which has been travelling over the plains for the past paragraph) right about...
...now.
It was a large shed.
Not a great deal of technical equipment, In one corner an Internet link sat, displaying a web-site with a blue and orange colour-scheme, in another corner was a garden shed for no apparent reason. it was locked.
In the blue corner, however, activity was taking place. For want of better words, what can only be described as "blue sparkles" were appearing as if from no-where in a tube about 2 metres across. As the reader watches, the sparkles drift into each other and take the forms of two humanoid creatures, one male, one female. The male of the pair was about 6 feet tall, and sleekly muscled. But only if you can also apply that description to Shaggy from Scooby Doo. He is wearing a white lab-coat and black trousers. And Glasses.
Short of putting in a neon arrow saying: "THIS IS A SCIENTIST" there isn't much else the writer can do with him.
The girl was a couple of inches shorter than the Scientist, she was slim, with legs that went "all the way up" and, to stop short of stereotypes, she had long, raven hair that reached down to her hips.
As if to question her role in this story she was ample where we are interested, sporting a double D chest.
Temporarily.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this," asked the Scientist, whose name was Simon.
"Quite Sure." Said the girl, who happened to be called Rosalind, or Rose.
"Right" said Simon. "This is a test of the new technology. The idea is to make girls, erm, bigger, without resorting to the modern idea of silicone, which has a horrible stigma attached."
Simon brought a key from his pocket and unlocked the 'Shed'. Inside was a variety of sports equipment
"What's that for?" asked Rose
"I'll show you later" said Simon, taking out a pot of liquid "Would you mind removing your clothes?"
Rosalind did so. Lucky I didn't bother to describe what she is wearing really.
"Panties too?" She asked. Simon thought for a minute
"I don't think so" he said, not wishing to push his luck. He gave Rose the pot "Would you mind rubbing this into your breasts?" he paused
"or would you like me to?" he added. 'please please please please' he thought.
"No, I'm OK"
'damn' "Fine."
"What's in this stuff?"
"Iron." Simon Said "I have discovered that if you put electricity into the breasts at the right frequency you can enable them to mimic the shape of an object. The next spherical object that touches them in fact." He beamed. "I hope" he added. By this time Rose had finished with the pot and the formula has soaked in. From watching this Simon was beginning to get a boner. That was the longest part of the experiment, training himself not to get too excited. He calmed himself, and his member, down.
"Ready?" he asked
"Ready" was the reply. From the shed Simon wheeled out a large trolley with many different balls in it. "I got the idea from a Web Site story archive, Every time breast sizes were compared to sports equipment, so I took it one stage further"
He reached into the trolley and pulled out a ball and threw it at her.
It was a Ping-Pong, or Table Tennis ball. It hit the tits, and instantly they shrank to the same size as a Ping-Pong, or Table Tennis ball.
"Hey!" said Rose "Why the hell did you do that?"
"Just to test if it worked. It did" replied the Breast Obsessed Scientist
Next ball to be thrown was a BaseBall,
Then a balloon, blown up to about 6 inches across. Rose put her bra back on.Then... "Heads up" shouted Simon from one end of the huge room. Rose was in the middle
Simon threw a volleyball.
It hit.
Rose suddenly felt a swelling in her chest. She looked down and sure enough her breasts were swelling. In about 10 seconds she was in pain, her bra was killing her. Then... POP. End of bra. Her breasts burst out. Each one was the size of a volleyball.
"Next" shouted Simon, and a basketball hit her, almost knocking her backwards. She caught it though, and hugged it to her chest. When she let go she nearly fell forwards. Each breast was the size of a basketball. She jumped slightly, and it was a while until the bouncing stopped. Enough was enough.
"Simon, I want to stop now." It was too late, Simon had launched a beachball though the intervening space. She ducked, and the ball went over her head.
"What?" said Simon
"It's too much. How will I buy clothes at any bigger than this? Even now it would be a..." And that was a far as she got. The beach ball that she had ducked earlier, had hit the wall behind her, bounced, and had just hit the back of her head.
Rose, who was still coming to terms with her new centre of gravity, fell forward.
The next spherical object she hit was Earth.
Unharmed (her breasts had cushioned her fall) Rose felt herself rise.
Seconds later, she realised what was happening.
She began to scream.
After a couple of minutes of screaming, she realised that this wasn't going to help, by this time she had tits the size of beanbag chairs, and shouted instead:
"Simon! How do you stop this?"
"Well, after your growth has finished I can bring them back"
"AFTER IT HAS FINISHED?"
"erm. Yes."
Rose was about to start to go hysterical. She didn't. She realised that this was quite nice really.
In fact she was beginning to enjoy it. She tried to guess the diameter of each breast.
4 feet
no, 5 feet
as her mega- mammaries became the size of the average house room she began to wonder when it would stop.
The growth quickened.
Within a few more minutes she was filling the warehouse, 100 foot tits with nipples the size of dinner tables.
Simon was... well, what would you do in the circumstances? Look on with detached emotions? Lets just say that his training has left him and leave it at that.
6 hours later The growth hadn't stopped, gaining speed all the time, size was immeasurable by that point. Suffice to say that Simon, who was standing on top of them, couldn't see the curve. Then Rose felt it stop. Simon did too. He had been expecting it. When the growth has started and his, erm, excitement had stopped, he had transported back to his lab in England and run some calculations. Now he teleported to where he though her head would be.
"Hi Rose" he greeted, Roses reply was unbroadcastable on, for example, British TV. It took in whose fault this was, why he hadn't cooked up an antidote before he started and ended with...
"And anyway, your formula doesn't work properly"
"How so?" asked Simon, admiring his handiwork
"Easy, if I hit the earth, I should be as big as it before I stopped, right?"
"Lucky for you it didn't then."
"How big am I, by the way"
"I don't want to tell you." Said Simon
"You have to."
"Why?"
"It was in the contract" Simon thought of reminding Rosalind that said contact was currently sitting under several tons of Breastflesh. He decided not to. "Together or individually?" he stalled.
"Together"
Simon paused. "Give or take a couple of metres... about the size of..." there was another, pregnant pause.
"Ireland"
Rose was upset about this. (hey, we can do this understatement thing) Then she asked
"So what happened?"
"Remember the formula was Iron? Well, the particles were stretched so thinly that the connection wasn't made for the electricity."
"Hang on, Why didn't you just unplug me when I hit the floor?"
"I didn't think of it." Simon grinned.
"You..." Rose released another string of expletives. None of which were complementary and most of which questioned his father and mothers relationship.
Then she said:
"So the formula isn't working on me now?"
"Not until I can get it thick enough all over"
"So I'm stuck like this?"
"No. I've got a friend who works at a small shop in the States called Spells R Us, he might help. The question is, do I ask him? After all, when you are back to normal, you will kill me..."
Simon did use the SRU man.
Eventually.
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After he had invited all his friends for a go on his new "bouncy castle".
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A fact which Rose enjoyed a lot more than she let on.
But of course, when she was deflated, the formula was connected again, and now Rose is very careful when she is playing Basketball.
Not too careful though...
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The End?
Not quite yet...
Simon returns in Simon's Big Night Out.
And Rose comes back too in a few stories time :-)
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