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1

The year was 2502. It was late August on the planet Outback. The capital city of New Darwin, in the northern hemisphere, was experiencing typical August weather. High temperatures and plenty of sunshine caused many an Ocker to find relief at swimming pools, beaches, and ice cream shops. It was also when New Darwin University started its fall semester. With more than 35,000 students, the central campus of NDU was practically a city itself. Hundreds of student organizations were represented on campus, ranging from the mainstream to the obscure.
    One campus organization, actually a sorority, stood head and shoulders (some would say bust) above the others. The Delta Delta sorority was, at face value, an easy one to join. All that a girl had to do was keep a grade point average of 3.5 - and be in possession of an E-cup sized bosom. Some would scoff at this apparently frivolous requirement, but they would be wrong. Due to the Delta's prestige and reputation of academic excellence, the sorority had to turn down hundreds of potential members each year. The rules of the sorority only allowed a maximum of forty-five members per semester.
    After the three-week screening process, the Deltas initiated eleven new sisters into their organization. Janelle Popham, an intelligent but shy girl with red-brown hair and freckles, was one of the new sisters. She took a seat in the main room of the Delta Delta sorority house. Jan's slim physique and 5'2" (old measure) height made her 32E-bust look quite conspicuous. Like the majority of Outback women, Jan's chest was entirely natural. Other women used nanites to get the breasts they felt they deserved. Looking around the room, Jan could tell by the shape and prominence of the covered breasts that most of the girls around her made use of nanites. Some were E-cups like Jan, other were larger. A handful had busts that one would find on Angelican women.
    Then came Allison Jarvis, the sorority president. Allison was the granddaughter of Lynnae Wilcox Jarvis, one of Outback's most prominent heroes. Like all Wilcox women, Allison had a natural large bust - a 34L on a 166cm frame no less. She also had a commanding presence that made her a natural leader. Allison's leadership manifested itself when she brought the first meeting of the 2502 fall semester to order. "Okay, girls," said Allison, her bright green eyes sparkling, "now that the initiation is done, I want to hear suggestions for a new philanthropic project. As you may recall, last semester we pledged to raise 6,000 Outback dollars. That money is for the purchase of Christmas toys for the Children's Ward at Maryland Hospital. However, we have other commitments that must be honored as well. What can we do to raise money that will not adversely affect our other commitments?"
    Tonya Wertz Kosiba, the dark-haired Delta vice-president, raised her hand. "Madam President, can't we just raise the price of our kissing booth during Homecoming Week? Heaven knows we can get the money real quick."
    Allison shook her head. "We cannot. School regulations prohibit us from raising the price of the kissing booth, or to extend its hours. Next?"
    An Angelican-sized Delta stood up, her copious T-shirt betraying the prodigious size of her womanhood. "Madam President, how about selling raffle tickets? The winners can go out on dinner dates with sorority members."
    "A good idea, Florence, but I'm afraid our liability insurance will not be enough. The last time the sorority did a date raffle, some twenty years ago, too many winners got hurt when they became stuck in their zippers. I guess it had something to do with the dresses the girls were almost wearing." All in the room shared a soft round of giggles. "Next idea, please?"
    They tossed a few more ideas about, ranging from car washes to selling coupon booklets. It came as a surprise to Janelle when Allison pointed to her. "Miss Popham, perhaps you have an unique fundraising idea. There has to be something better than washing cars and getting sunburned."
    Unconsciously, Janelle stood up. She felt uneasy being the center of attention. A quick glance at Allison's chest gave the shy girl a flash of inspiration. "Madam President," she said with only slight hesitancy, "I believe I have a suggestion. I'm thinking about an old-fashion pledge drive, but with a 'big' difference. The Deltas, as a whole, will add one centimeter to their collective bust size for each dollar collected."
    Allison raised an eyebrow. "Really? Just how long will the girls keep the extra mass? A week? A month?"
    "Well, Madam President, I was thinking for an entire semester. This will motivate the boys to give worthwhile donations. If the Deltas keep their extra size for at least three months, they can collect the pledges."
    "You may have something there, Miss Popham. Just one problem - how can we guarantee that the pledges will be good to their word?"
    Tonya decided to speak out. "That's nothing to worry about, Madam President. My football boyfriend can serve as our 'enforcer' when it comes time to collect the pledge money. I'm sure the boyfriends of the other girls here can help also." Tonya's suggestion was greeted with affirmative nods and grunts.
    Allison looked at the assembled Deltas, her eyes filled with bemusement. "Let's make this clear for everyone. We're looking at 6,000 centimeters spread between forty-five Deltas. That's 133 centimeters for each of us. Is it worth the time and trouble to carry an extra 133 centimeters on our chests? Each of us will be carrying beachball boobs for three months. Is this cause worthy enough for all those sick little kids at Maryland Hospital?"
    "Geez, Allison." Tonya said sarcastically. "You expect us to refuse this idea after laying that guilt trip on us? I'll gladly carry three extra meters of tit to help those sweet little kids!"
    "Tonya, I know you'll gladly do it even if no money was involved." Allison and the Deltas shared some light laughter. "Okay, let's make this official. All those in favor of Janelle Popham's idea say Aye." Everyone said Aye, which meant no-one said Nay in opposition. "Let it be recorded that the... hmmm, what would be a good name for this fundraiser?"
    Janelle offered her suggestion. "Madam President, how about CCF - Centimeters for the Children Fund?"
    "CCF. What a great name, Miss Popham. Keep those ideas coming. You have the makings of a great Delta Delta girl."
    "Thank you, Madam President."
 

2

"What's the name of this fundraiser?" The freshman looked incredulous, as all freshmen do, when confronted by a pretty girl sporting light brown hair and a huge rack.
    Allison was sitting at the Delta Delta booth in the Student Union Plaza. Her green eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "It's called the Centimeters for the Children Fund."
    "Original title, I give you that." The freshman said. "So, if your sorority remains at an enlarged size for three months, you collect the money for those Christmas toys?"
    "That's right. It's for a good cause. The little kids at Maryland Hospital would love to get new toys. Can you help us out and make a pledge?"
    Already enamored by Allison's bust, the freshman easily imagined her with a much larger set of norks. With no hesitation, he offered his debit card to her. "Here. I'll make a pledge of 20 dollars."
    "Thank you. Please sign the sheet while your card is processed." Allison ran the computerized card through a reader. "Your generosity is appreciated, young man. In fact, the 20 centimeters you pledged will go directly on my front."
    That made the freshman smile. "Thank you, Miss. You'll look righteous with a bigger front."
    Allison handed the card back. "Thank you, young man, for that compliment. The Deltas look forward to collect your pledge in December." The freshman pocketed his card and left with a happy grin on his face. Already a line was forming at the booth. Allison easily imagined picking up an additional 500 credits this afternoon. The pledge drive was guaranteed to be completed ahead of schedule.

Two weeks later a celebration was held at the Delta Delta sorority house. With much relief, the pledge drive was over. To mark the event, the Deltas had a barbeque. In the backyard three cooks were working the grills, fussing over thick slabs of steak and barbecued jackalope ribs. A volleyball game was in progress, the teams composed of Deltas and their guests, namely their boyfriends. Nearby, a croquet match was underway, with the girls giving their beaus advice on how best to hit the ball. Admittedly, the boys could not swing very well with their girlfriends right behind them. Huge norks pressed into the boys' backs as the girls guided their arm swings. The boys weren't complaining, though.
    Standing watch over this gathering was Belinda Garber, the sorority housemother. Due to prolong, she was a spritely-looking woman that appeared to be in her 30's. In reality, Belinda was a 95-year-old grandmother from the former pirate-ruled planet of Aquarius. As one would suspect, Belinda was born during the time when Aquarian girls were given nanite treatments, preventing them from getting taller than 152 centimeters. That practice had long since been abandoned, but that hardly would've mattered for Belinda. Standing 139 centimeters tall, she had the presence and patience of a dozen normal-sized women. That force of presence, and her watermelon bust, made her instantly recognizable.
    "Well, Miss Jarvis," said Belinda as her blue eyes took in the merriment, "I wonder how enthusiastic those girls will be after the first four weeks? They may think that what they have now is manageable. Just wait until they pile on those extra 52 inches apiece. Only the advances in antigrav technology have made such big bosoms bearable."
    "Ms Garber," replied Allison, "you're the last person I expected to hear reservations about the pledge drive. After all, you're the one who espouses the virtues of a 'wholesome' bust, as you put it."
    "That I did, Allison. But wholesomeness doesn't give a young woman license to go overboard. What I have on my front now is big enough to satisfy everyone. That includes babies, my sense of well-being, or a tired husband seeking a resting place for his weary head." Both women shared a giggle. "In less than two weeks those girls will have bumpers that will really turn heads - and cause accidents. I mean, how many boys will run into lampposts and cars because beachball boobs distracted them? It's a good thing you're making them wear blouses while attending classes. Otherwise, you'll have boys accidentally fall into exposed cleavage. They'll be lost for hours."
    Allison laughed. "Ms Garber, for a supposed example of mature womanhood, you have a mind worthy of the naughtiest Delta. The young are entitled to make their own decisions, both good and bad. We appreciate wisdom such as yours, Ms Garber, but the young must try things for themselves. Otherwise, they're denied the opportunity of learning from life experience." Allison looked at a nearby table. She fixated on Janelle and her boyfriend Poni in particular. For a shy little thing that signed up for Delta Membership eight weeks ago, Janelle gained a good measure of confidence. Having an oversized bust for three months should be a good test of character for the girl. If Janelle can deal with the gawking and attention she'll end up having, then few things in life can phase her. Assuming, of course, if she can handle the attention being given by her New Sardinian beau!
    "That may be so, Allison," Belinda offered, "but I'm willing to hear you say that again in three months. If Thaddeus hasn't been reduced to a heap of blubbering incoherence by then, of course."
    "Don't be so cruel, Ms Garber." Allison stuck out her tongue. "It'll take a lot more than huge knockers to make my Thad weak in the knees."
 

3

So it began. All the Delta women had wetware implanted since their fifteenth birthday. That enabled them to order their eight generation nanites to increase their bust size by 14 centimeters per day. In less than ten days the girls will have each gained an additional 133 centimeters to their bustlines.
    Ms Garber, ever the helpful soul, made memory-plastic blouses that incorporated the latest advances in antigrav clothing technology. Instead of old-fashion antigrav bras, Garber used counter-gravity field emitters in the form of 2mm thick strips and hexagons. Sewn into the plastic and powered by an all-day battery pack, such blouses could hold and manage breasts of impressive size. The counter-gravity fields weren't strong enough to remove the burden of the extra breast mass totally. For that to happen, a battery backpack is required. The girls wearing those blouses were glad to carry just a load of 7 kilos on their fronts instead of 30.
    Halfway through the Delta's expansion came time to bathe the eight little dogs that guarded the house. The newest members, including Janelle, were tasked to give the miniature dachshunds a good wash. The girls assembled in the backyard, wash tubs and towels at the ready. Clad in a Delta T-shirt, Janelle was stuck with one of the more frisky dogs. Trigger didn't like baths, and at every opportunity he tried to leave the confines of the tub. Janelle caught the critter each time, but her tee got hopelessly wet. She wasn't alone, for the other girls got wet when they wrestled the dogs into the awaiting tubs and towels. Given their great size, the girls could easily win any wet T-shirt contest they cared to enter.
    The man hiding in a nearby tree was doing more than just looking at the Deltas. He was thinking bitter thoughts about the most popular group of girls on campus. They think it's cute calling themselves Delta Delta. The Director of Extracurricular Activities at NDU, Lamont Lymoor, flared his nostrils in disgust. They should call themselves Gamma Gamma Gamma - for Good Gracious God! Oh, they may deny it, but they've used their bosoms to befuddle the minds of the older male professors. The Delta Delta record of academic excellence is a sham! They'll slip up one day, and I'll be there to see it! Lymoor shifted his binocs to another group of Deltas in the backyard. Five total, the sheilas were resting on huge towels. They were applying suntan oil to their practically naked bodies. The pressure in Lymoor's loins increased when he saw that the sheilas only wore bikini bottoms and sunglasses. Huge, rounded, perfect breasts were lacquered in oil, the look of pleasure on the girls' faces was genuine and carefree. For Lymoor, the Deltas might as well have wet, outsized melons on their chests. It was practically the same effect.
    "Eeep!" Cried one junior Delta. She pointed to a section of fence. "It's a fangtooth!" The other girls gasped in alarm, and the suntanning beauties hurriedly got up and ran toward the house. Lymoor, in his hiding place, was mesmerized by the gyrations of five pairs of huge bouncing breasts. He also appreciated the small bikini bottoms the girls wore. The exposed portions of buttcheek cried out to be fondled and squeezed.
    Tonya Kosiba was one of  the sunbathers. The Delta vice-president covered her little nipples out of instinct, though such an effort in a public place would've been futile, but entertaining. "Okay, no need to get our drawers in an uproar. Release the dachshunds!"
    Janelle placed Trigger on the ground, pointing him in the direction of the fangtooth. With the other seven dogs, Trigger ran straight and true toward the fangtooth. Similar to a Terran weasel in size and weight, a fangtooth boasted a set of nasty teeth and incredible speed. The vicious varmint knew it was outnumbered. Instead of tackling the dogs, it went up a tree - the same tree that Lamont Lymoor was using as his spy perch. As luck would have it, the critter went up Lymoor's pants leg. Instantaneously, the spying campus official developed an intense need to be elsewhere.
    In front of the Deltas' eyes, Lymoor made a controlled fall to the ground. He desperately wanted to get the fangtooth out of his pants. Then the dachshunds saw him. The ratdogs jumped and clawed at Lymoor, for both him and the fangtooth were invaders. Blasphemous epithets erupted out of Lymoor's mouth, scaring the girls.
    "Ohmygod, it's a pervert!" Tonya stopped her ineffectual attempt to cover herself and grabbed a garden hose. She let loose with a blast of cold water at the besieged man. "Get outta here, you lecher! You got ten seconds before we call the Bronze!"
    Lymoor, assailed by fangtooth, dachshunds, and cold water alike, bumbled his way toward the front lawn. The fangtooth had enough of the cold water as well, ejecting himself from Lymoor's shirt. Four dachshunds broke off in pursuit, while the remaining four stayed with the pervert. Janelle followed to see the man's exit. Only at the far end of the street did the dachshunds stop their attack. Yet Lymoor continued to run. The Delta sorority house was just outside campus property, and Lymoor had a long way to go. He stopped only when he reached his apartment on campus.
    "Who was that?" asked Charlotte, one of the new girls.
    "I believe it was a boy trying to be the next Glom Goblin." Tonya handed the hose to Charlotte and walked back to her towel. "He wouldn't have stood a chance with the ratdogs in the area. Be on your guard in any case. I hate to admit it, but we're going to be tempting targets for the next three months."
    "But Tonya, the Deltas are always tempting targets for prospective Glom Goblins," said Ginger, a sophomore member.
    "True, Ginger, but our self-defense classes have made us much more difficult glomming targets. I hope all of you freshmen are attending those classes."
    "We are, ma'am," said the freshmen as a group.
    "I'm glad to hear that." Tonya settled down on the towel, spreading her arms and legs apart. Her bosom, thanks to its initial size of 170cm, was still firm and proud at its current 242cm size. Five more days will see her add the remaining 61cm to her bust. Some would say that sunbathing with a bust measuring more than three meters would be an exercise of futility. As the daughter of Mae-Mae Wertz Kosiba, former princess of the planet Aquarius, Tonya knew what could be accomplished and what couldn't. Besides, reflective mirrors can be used to reach those hard-to-illuminate areas. Tonya giggled when she resolved to show her boyfriend the wonderful all-around tan she was working on. She wanted to see the look on his face when confronted with a pair of nicely-tanned beachballs - provided his head doesn't disappear between the breasts first.

Ms Garber was diligently placing fresh towels in the second-floor linen closet when she heard voices coming from the bathroom down the hall. Upon careful listening, Garber determined that the voices belonged to Allison and her boyfriend Thaddeus Eddings. The two young people have been friends for years. Even before Allison made herself larger, both she and Thaddeus had been sending subtle signals to each other. With the wisdom gained only by living life fully, Garber divined that the couple were warming up their relationship. She had faith that Allison would keep the warming from becoming a downright inferno. Boys were so easily tempted.
    Then the tone of the voices changed. Edging closer to the bathroom door, Garber listened in on the exchange between Ally and Thad.
    "It's too long," said Thad, his voiced muffled by the intervening door.
    "You're not pushing hard enough," replied Ally in an equally-muffled voice. "We knew it would be a tight fit."
    "It might break. The thing cost me a small fortune."
    "You can always buy a new one. Here, let me see if twisting it can help."
    "With all the oil on it, you'll never get a firm grip. Let's use a hammer to shove it in."
Looking indignant, Garber barged into the room. Her anger died in her throat, making her words sound confused and befuddled. "Just what were you two doing in here?"
    Thad and Ally were still fully clothed. Wearing jeans and T-shirts, the young couple was working on some pipes in an exposed section of wall. Ally looked incredulous. "Ms Garber, what were you assuming that I and Thaddeus were doing? Having sex? That's against sorority rules."
    "It sure sounded like it to me," Garber said defensively. "You forgot the rule of having a door open when a boy and a girl are in the same room. And what's with the pipes?"
    Ally stood arms akimbo. "To have you know, we were modifying the showers. The current ones just can't cut it when the girls stop growing in a few days. With new shower heads and air blowers, the girls can clean themselves without assistance." She smiled impishly. "Or would you rather have their boyfriends come over and help them out? Thaddeus put forward that idea."
    "Ally," said Thad in an embarrassed whisper.
    "Okay, you have me there, Miss Jarvis. I am the housemother, after all. It is my job to look after you girls and keep you out of mischief."
    "You did your job, Ms Garber. I promise to have the door open next time."
    "Don't you mind little old me, Allison. You and Thad get back to work. I'm sure you'll figure out a solution that won't sound suggestive to sensitive ears like mine." Garber giggled as she left the bathroom.
    "She's a sweet lady," observed Thad. "Ally, now that you've embarrassed me in front of the housemother, what can you do to say you're sorry?"
    Impulsively, Ally hugged Thad, pressing her gazongas into his stomach. Standing on her tippy-toes, she managed to kiss her beau on the chin. "There you go. Is that enough inspiration to keep you going the rest of the day?"
    "This will do it." Thad placed his huge palm on Ally's backside, goosing her slightly. "At least I'm able to get just a handful of this."
    "You wogger." Ally kissed Thad's chin again. "C'mon. We still have four other bathrooms to finish today."
    Thad released Ally. "Why so many bathrooms?"
    "After all this time and you still don't know? This is a sorority house. Practically every-other room is a bathroom."
    "Oh, I knew there was a reason to explain it."
 

4

The first week of October. Homecoming Week. The Student Union Plaza was filled with booths and tables. The Deltas, in addition to their regular ring-toss booth and rubber ducky race, had a raffle. The objects being raffled were bras that the enlarged Deltas were unable to wear. More than 10,000 credits were raised, and 9,000 of that went directly toward an education fund for disadvantaged children. The remaining money went toward the purchase of new blouse material for the Deltas. Even big girls like the Deltas have needs too.
    At the end of Homecoming Week was the event that the Deltas were waiting for - the Homecoming Dance. In the main room of the sorority house Belinda Garber helped the girls with last-minute touch-ups to their dresses. Some Deltas had blouses with frilly lace and oversized buttons. Others offered a 'small' bit of cleavage to be seen, while a handful went with strapless dresses. Only body paste held the dress triangles in place on six pairs of beachball breasts.
    Garber inspected each girl in turn before allowing them to leave. Then came Tonya's turn for appraisal. Dressed in a simple yet seductive black strapless gown, Tonya was lust made flesh. The top quarter of her bust was free and clear of covering; the offered cleavage was fit to serve host to a skiing championship. Garber grinned. "Girl, you're fit to be ravished. Your boyfriend Rick must have incredible self-control."
    Tonya blushed. "Rick has already seen what I have to offer, Ms Garber. I mean, wearing a tiny bikini top leaves nothing for the imagination."
    "So true, Tonya. Now, test the strength of the paste. Take a deep breath and shove out your ladybumps." As instructed, Tonya took in a massive breath and pushed out her norks. "So far, so good. Hold your breath for ten more seconds."
    The body paste didn't last for eight seconds. Without the paste to hold it firm, the gown slipped off the breasts and pooled on the floor. Her face blushing a bright crimson, Tonya parted her breasts so she could see the black garment beneath her.
    Garber sighed. "Well, at least you wore proper panties. You'll need a lot more paste to keep that dress on. I suggest you wear a small belt. It'll make your bust look that much bigger." She winked at the still-blushing girl.
    "Can you help me at least apply the paste?" Tonya collected her breasts in her slim arms. "I can't exactly reach every spot on this puppies."
    "Don't worry, dear." Garber opened a bottle of Sure-Stick body paste. "I'll help you. Even the proudest girls need help from their housemothers occasionally."
    "Ms Garber," Tonya said bashfully, "behave!"

Mid-October. The semester continued its placid pace on the NDU campus. Reports were being worked on, classes attended and notes taken. It seemed peaceful enough, but for one group of girls it was a maddening peace.
    Located on Sorority Row, the Gamma Alpha Lambda house looked like its neighbors. It was on the inside that one would find the difference. Gamma Alpha Lambda (GAL) was a sports sorority. Soccer, to be precise. All thirty-nine members were on the NDU women's soccer team. The sorority president and team captain was Marcy Marchand. At 183cm and 58 kilos Marcy was the biggest Gal. She was also the biggest in relative bust size, her chest a notable 38C. Practically all the other Gals were B-cups and had smaller band sizes. An athletic lifestyle doesn't lend itself to large breasts. Speaking of breasts, that was the topic of discussion during an impromptu meeting called by Marcy.
    The Gals had gathered in the main room. Standing tall, Marcy glanced at her co-captain and vice-president, Lucy McBain. "Lucy, is Ms Tyrol out shopping?"
    "She is, Marcy," replied Lucy. Ms Tyrol was the Gals' housemother. She was in every way the same as Ms Garber, except that Tyrol was just a D-cup.
    "Good. I don't want her to know what we're up to." The audience waited while Marcy collected her thoughts. "I know what most of you think of the Delta Delta sorority, but allow me to express my opinion for the record. To put it simply, I hate the Deltas. I hate their guts!" Some in the audience hooted and whistled. "I hear you, friends. For years, decades actually, the Gals had to put up with the antics perpetuated by the Deltas. Sure, they hold fundraisers and do community service projects, giving them the appearance of goody-goodies. The only reason they're so popular is their breasts, pure and simple!"
    The audience agreed, stamping the floor with their feet. Marcy silenced them with an outstretched hand. "It is because of the Deltas' enormous norks that we've been unable to land dates with the football and baseball jocks! We had to make due with the business and economic geeks at the Kappa Omega Fraternity. And, thanks to the bust-obsessed male-dominated campus administration, the Deltas have won the Campus Appreciation Award 51 times out of the last 87 years!"
    Marcy gave her friends a bit more time to express their dissatisfaction before silencing them. "Now, those bubble bimbos have made themselves bigger for a whole semester. Hordes of boys that would normally ask us for dates are now following the Deltas. They open doors for them, offer free lunches, and even carry their minuscule book bags across campus. Those boys do all of that for the reward of a hug! It's amazing that not one boy has died of bust-inspired bliss! However, I have a plan that will humble the Deltas and put them in their place."
    Lucy, the silver blond vice-president, raised her hand. "Marcy, you're not thinking of stealing their washing from the clothes line as it dries, are you?"
    "Nothing that simple and gross, Lucy. We're going to offer the Deltas the opportunity to play a game of soccer with us."
    The room burst into a fit of laughter and giggles. Lucy stopped herself so she could speak. "Marcy, you've got to be pulling us a funny! The Deltas will never agree to have a game with us. They can't even see the ball, much less kick it."
    "Oh, they'll play, all right." Marcy's confident voice  made her sorority sisters quite as stones. "My boyfriend Wesley is a Kappa Omega, and he's a wiz with programs to boot. In December, when we make our offer to the Deltas, Wesley will broadcast it across the campus net. The Deltas can't turn us down after that deed is done." Marcy saw indecisiveness on the faces of her sorority sisters. "Oh, I know that the Deltas won't play just for the sake of playing. Something of worth will be won, you see. The loser will give 500 dollars to the winner's charity of choice. We're not going to be the losers!" The audience cheered. "Those Deltas will play, play and lose horribly, and in front of witnesses. They'll be the targets of every lewd comment and snide remark for years to come. I'd say that'll fit the bill quite nicely. Don't you agree?"
    Lucy nodded her head. "Sounds good, Marcy. There's just one small problem. We have already tapped our treasury for this semester. In addition, we're not overflowing with personal finances either."
    "I've taken care of the money problem. Wesley is the Kappa's treasurer. I can convince him to do some 'creative accounting' with the Kappa's books. Five hundred dollars will be no problem."
    Despite herself, Lucy giggled. "Oh, you're going to let Wesley touch your boobs in compensation?"
    "Oh yes, Lucy. I may even allow him to kiss me!" The room broke out in a round of cheering. Marcy smiled. Seeing the Deltas trundle off the field in defeat, accompanied by lewd calls and gestures, was a vision worthy enough to keep patient for the next two months.
 

5

Allison opened the door to Thaddeus' campus apartment. Behind her was Thaddeus himself, holding a double-armful of groceries. He walked to the kitchen alcove while Allison made herself comfortable on the couch. She stretched her arms and yawned. The remarkable antigrav blouse she wore held its own against the temporary strain placed on it by her norks. "Thad," she said, "thank you for helping with the story reading at the Children's Ward. Your impersonation of Barney the Bushbear ranks with the best of them."
    "Are my impersonations good enough so I can quit my day job and become a voice talent?" Thad said as he put away the groceries.
     Allison giggled innocently. "Well, you were good enough to scare those little kids. If you can do that on a consistent basis, I can see you becoming a co-star on a tri-dee cartoon show."
    Thad finished his chore and grabbed two ice teas from the refrigerator. He gave one to Allison as he sat next to her. "I think I'll rank as a lead star, period. No second-banana spot for me."
    "Lonnie would agree with you, Thad. Or I should say 'that mean old Barney'." Lonnie was a patient at the Children's Ward at Maryland Hospital. The sick little girl was scheduled for kidney reconstruction surgery that particular week. Allison and Thaddeus, indeed the rest of the Deltas, had grown particular fond of Lonnie. The group could hardly wait to give the girl an extra-special Christmas present. Only two weeks were left before the pledges were collected and the gifts purchased.
    Thad practiced his bushbear growl, but finished with a wolf-whistle when he saw Allison undo the buttons of her blouse. "And just what do you think you're doing? Not that I don't mind."
    "I've forgotten that the battery for this shirt hasn't been fully recharged. It just ran out of power..."
    "...at this moment," Thad finished for Ally. "Well, there's a power beam emitter in the kitchen. Just put that blouse on the counter next to the refrigerator. The kitchen computer will do the rest."
    Sensuously, Ally stood up and removed the blouse. Thad was awed by the sight of Ally's full, rounded beachball breasts. Such heavenly globes were clearly visible from behind, a fact that Thad came to know as Ally entered the kitchen. Blushing like a schoolboy, Thad also knew that Ally was showing a cute butt past the fabric of her jeans. When she returned, Ally corralled her norks with her slim arms, her dainty hands covered her equally small nipples. She, too, was blushing. "Thad, I'm going to need some assistance here."
    "I'd say you need much assistance."
    "Thad!" Ally playfully nudged Thad's foot with her own. "My breasts need a good massage. Are you up to the task?"
    "I most certainly am, my mountain of a woman. Get on my lap." Thad waited until Ally situated herself  before gingerly placing his big hands on her smooth breast flesh. "One question, Ally. Why this now?"
    "Get to work first, then I'll tell you." A minute past before Ally spoke again. "Thad, we've been friends since fifth grade. Very good friends."
    Working on the undersides of Ally's norks, Thad brought his hands up the sides in a deliberately slow fashion. Ally made an appreciative cooing sound. "You mean I've been your boyfriend for the last twelve years. Now you want to become more than a friend?"
    "From the day I met you, I knew you were more mature than the other boys at school. Especially when I got my growth spurt."
    "Part of that related to my own growth spurt, Ally. You got tall and were blessed with those lovely norks. I got taller than you. Way taller."
    "Taller, and more mature. All the other boys were undressing me with their eyes and pulling my bra straps. You kept your hands to yourself and treated me like a human being. A genuine person."
    Thad moved his massage forward, fondling Ally's nipples. Sweet smiles played across both faces. "Ally, it's not like I haven't seen you chest-naked before. Not to mention all the other times you wore tank tops and bikini triangles." He tweaked the nipples softly, earning another soothing coo from his woman. "I had typical boy dreams about you, Ally. Some dreams were about your breasts filling an entire room." He continued his finger magic for several minutes. The couple remained silent during that time. As if on cue, Thad picked up where he left off. "Do you still like me for admitting something like that?"
    Ally turned her head so she could kiss Thad on the cheek. "Oh yes I do! Something would've been terribly wrong if you had no boyhood sex fantasies involving me. What I'm trying to say is this, Thad." She grabbed one of Thad's hands, placing it as close to her chest as her huge norks would allow. "I trust you. I'm comfortable in your presence. I feel safe... and secure. You have everything that a woman would want in a man. Sincerity, compassion, honor, virtue..."
    "...and big hands?" Thad said humorously.
    "And big hands." Ally kissed Thad again. "I've known you for twelve years. Any deep, dark secret that you might have I would've found out by now."
    "Ah, but I do have a dark secret." Thad worked again on Ally's nipples, making them erect and proud. "I have an ingrained preference for women whose breasts are larger than their heads."
    "That's no secret, you silly." This time Ally and Thad kissed on the lips. "Can you tell me your answer now?"
    Thad rested his hands on top of Ally's lungs for a moment, then went to work down the cleavage. "Well, I guess I was wrong. There's no moss growing down there."
    Ally thumped Thad's kneecaps with her fists. "Thad!"
    "Just joking, my love. How does next Wednesday after classes sound to you?"
    "Great. Mom and my grandmothers will be so thrilled when I tell them the news."
    "Same here. Perhaps we can still get a discount when we buy the engagement rings."
    "Perhaps." Ally cooed again when Thad made contact with the nipples. "It'll take another thirty minutes before the battery is recharged. What's on tri-dee?"
    "What's to say we can't keep doing what we're doing now, my ample-bosomed woman?"
    Impishly, Ally kissed her man again. "Nothing. Nothing at all. Let's build some muscle memory in your hands, my Thaddeus. After a few years of this, you'll be compelled to massage my breasts when you see them naked."
    "Perhaps you should modify that statement. I'll massage you, but only when we're alone and completely naked."
    "That's another thing I find so endearing about you, Thad. You make excellent suggestions."
    For the next half-hour Thad caressed and massaged Ally's 250cm bust. With slight reluctance, they stop their mutual affection when the kitchen computer announced that the blouse battery was fully recharged. Ally allowed her more-than-willing Thad to put the blouse on her. He buttoned up the garment slowly and sensuously. After giving her man a deep, affirming hug, Ally turned on the antigrav blouse and left the apartment. Naturally, both she and Thad had very good dreams that night (wink).
 

6

It was December, and also finals week. The Delta Delta sorority house was practically deserted during this time. Besides their own tests, the Delta girls also help their friends to study and cram for the finals. Only at night during this week did the girls reassemble at the house for more studying, and to catch a few hours sleep before testing resumed the next day. This schedule suited Janelle's purpose beautifully.
    The bay window in the main room was open. Sunlight poured in, removing the need for artificial lights. Sitting in the warm rays were Janelle and Poni. Janelle was reading a file pad aloud for her boyfriend's benefit. The two freshmen were ostensibly studying for an introductory psychology test. Poni had that impression, at least. Janelle told Poni that she needed some 'boning up' on her knowledge. Had he taken time to think about it, Poni would wonder why a girl with a perfect 4.0 GPA would need help studying at all. Even if he did, he would never ask such a question. Not after he saw what Janelle was doing.
    "Oh my, it's warm in here," announced Janelle sweetly. "Poni, would it bother you if I undid several buttons on my blouse?"
    Poni's eyes lit up like Christmas lights. "Oh, go ahead. The girls on New Sardinia often walk around with the top three blouse buttons undone."
    "However, this is Outback, Poni." Janelle's moved her hand down her blouse, undoing button after button. "Outback girls don't stop at the third button."
    The increasing amount of visible breast-flesh made Poni anxious. Besides blushing, he was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable - a pleasant kind of uncomfortable. "Just where do Outback girls stop?"
    "Here." Janelle undid the last button and pulled the blouse away. A lump formed in Poni's throat when he saw Janelle's little nipples erect and inviting for play. Cleavage worthy to be called a valley begged Poni to place his head in it. Janelle pushed out her 232cm bust, allowing more of her exquisite breast skin to be illuminated by the rays of the morning sun.
    "Poni," Janelle said, startling the boy out of his understandable gawking, "I've been meaning to ask you a question ever since we met back in July."
    Poni made himself look at his girlfriend's freckled face, thus missing the lust-inspiring movement of her breasts as she breathed. "What may that be, Jan?"
    "Oh, you called me Jan! That deserves a kiss!" With the swiftness of a cobra, Jan planted a kiss on Poni's nose. The boy's face blushed harder. "Poni, do you like big girls? I mean, girls with really big knockers?"
    "Ahhh..." Poni collected himself by glancing down at Jan's beachball boobs. "On New Sardinia, the ideal girl is slim to a fault, has a modest bosom, and a bottom worthy to be pinched."
    Jan giggled. As she did so, she placed her hand on top of Poni's. "Oh, what do you mean by modest bosom? C-cup? F-cup?"
    "Something like that, Jan. But I'm beginning to appreciate the finer points of huge breasts on women. Especially women such as yourself."
    Edging closer to Poni, eyes ever more lustful, Jan moved a hand over her right breast as if she were smoothing out a batch of bread dough. "Poni, I'm doing this for a selfish reason. A very selfish, decadent reason."
    Imitating what he had seen in romance movies, Poni placed his hands on Jan's shoulders and proceeded to kiss her neck. "Can you say... what that... selfish reason is?" He asked between kisses.
    "I've been a bookish girl ever since grade school." Jan stopped caressing her right breast, and placed her hand on Poni's chest. "My mind took precedence over my body. Now, after years of work, my mind has reached fulfillment." Her hand started to undo Poni's shirt. He didn't do anything to stop her. "My body, oh... my oh so feminine body. My body wants its reward for being patient."
    Poni stopped his kissing, but his hands worked on Jan's breast flesh. "What reward are you planning to give it, my rising batch of female glory?"
    Jan got on Poni's lap and wrapped her legs around him. She drew him as far into her cleavage as she could. The breasts on either side of him were like living boulders. "I'm going to become a woman today. A woman! I will no longer be a girl trapped in this sexy woman's body! And I know you want to become a man." She hugged and kissed Poni with a special intensity.
    Poni's resistance, his will to say no, was utterly gone. He got up carefully and removed his clothes. He helped Jan remove her skirt and knickers, then settled back between her aroused feminine mountains of fun. "You Outback girls are way too aggressive." He kissed Jan passionately. "You always get what you want, my donna lentigginosa!"
    "You are so right, my tettarolo!" What followed were your typical exploding skyrockets and swelling orchestral music. If there was anyone else in the house, they would've heard it too. Jan's cleavage kept Poni secured in place, and it focused both of them at the task at hand. It was raw, it was hard, and it was their first time ever. What they didn't know in technique, they made up for with energy - lots of energy.
    It seemed like it would go on forever, but it lasted just ten minutes. Both lovers separated and collected themselves. Jan touched her aroused breasts. According to her wetware, Jan's norks were temporarily enlarged to the prodigious size of 360 centimeters. It would take two hours before the swelling went down and her 'regular' size of 232 centimeters was restored. Ms Garber was expected to return in two hours also.
    "Oops. We left a bit of a mess." Poni pointed to a splotch on the carpeting. "We better get rid of the evidence," he added slyly.
    Sitting Indian-style, Jan was still able to look over her mounds at Poni's naughty face. "Get the carpet extractor. It's in the closet next to the kitchen. But first, we better get dressed." She patted the sides of her boobs. "I need your help to get my panties and skirt back on. These puppies are a bit 'inconvenient'."
    Poni kissed one of Jan's nipples, making her gasp in delight. "I'll be happy to help you, my Janelle. A gentleman should help a lady in distress."
    "You're a sweetie, my Poni."

Unknown to the young lovers, unsympathetic eyes had observed their sexual adventure. Janelle didn't take the precaution of making the bay window opaque and vibration-proof. Settled in a tree in the front yard of the sorority house, Lamont Lymoor grinned victory. In a camouflage suit, Lymoor climbed the tree the previous night and took station facing the bay window. Over the years, his predecessors had noted that the Delta sorority was often vacant during finals week. If any naughty Delta wanted the thrill of scoring with a boy in the house, then finals week was the best time to do it. With an evil smile, Lymoor secured the miniature recorder in the front pocket of his suit.
    During the night one of New Darwin's rare snowfalls occurred. Over 5 centimeters of snow blanketed the city. Every tree, bush, and lawn had an even layer of the white stuff. Lymoor carefully moved his arms and legs, the snow that accumulated on them fell off in clumps. Now I got them. This will get the Deltas kicked off the Greek Council. Their sorority is finished. Sex in a sorority house is the biggest rule that they could possibly break! I'm so lucky!
    Lymoor lost his grip, and made another barely controlled fall to the ground. He landed on his butt. "Shit! What is it with me and trees?" He then saw something peculiar. In front of him were eight little snow-covered mounds, roughly in the shape of bread loaves. "Funny," Lamont said to himself, "the Delta's lawn is quite smooth. Unless..."
    A set of barely audible growls assailed Lymoor's ears. Then the snow fell off one mound, revealing a miniature dachshund in the process. Another dachshund appeared from underneath his snow shroud, then another...
    Oh No! They must've released the dogs after I got myself settled in the branches. They've been waiting here since last night. Not even the snowfall made them stop watching me. These dogs must be the spawn of Satan! "Good doggies, nice doggies." Lymoor's gradual rise was met with an increased intensity of the dogs' growling. "I'm going to turn around and walk away. No harm done, okay? Please be good and let me go. Please?"
    All the dogs were free of the snow. With one mind, they advanced on Lymoor. They were looking at him. That is, they were looking right at him. The dog named Trigger barked, baring his small but sharp teeth. Lymoor ran stiffly, and the dogs pursued. This time, they chased Lymoor a full two kilometers before turning back. They also made sure that Lymoor had to buy a new camouflage suit and a fresh pair of knickers. It was understandable that Lymoor developed a deep dislike of dachshunds after that incident.
 

7

The Gamma House. Marcy sat at the breakfast table, chowing down on cereal and slices of banana. She was in a particularly good mood this Thursday morning. She aced her business law final, due in no small part from the study assistance she received from Wesley, her boyfriend. Also, the 'request' she made of Wesley was fulfilled. The economics geek broke into the campus datacast networks. The Gamma's challenge to the Deltas was broadcasted, and Marcy expected one Allison Jarvis to make her affirmative reply at any moment.
    Sitting next to Marcy was Wesley, studiously working on a set of equations. His knowledge of economic theory and business statistics was up in lights. When it came to women, though, Wesley was throwing good money after bad. His fixation on simply having a girlfriend blinded him to what Marcy asked him to do. He would've seen that Marcy was only using him for his smarts. Going by this formula, the girl drops the boy like a bad habit when he was of no further use. In Wesley's case, that would be at the end of the spring semester. Five more months of artificial bliss were in store for Marcy's all-too-willing dupe.
    Ms Tyrol, the Gamma housemother, entered the dining area. She had a guest with her. "Miss Marchand, Mr Lamont Lymoor would like to see you."
    Marcy inadvertently let her spoon fall into her cereal bowl. Some milk splashed over the bowel's rim and made a mess on the table. Shit! she thought worriedly. Did Lymoor discover that Wesley cooked the books and broke into the datacast center? She dabbed at the spilt milk with a napkin. "Good morning, Mr Lymoor. What brings you here?"
    Lymoor walked toward Marcy, his grin totally out of place with his normal fuming visage. "Miss Marchand, I have a matter to discuss with you. May we talk somewhere alone?"
    "Sure, Mr Lymoor." Marcy got up and escorted Lymoor to the tri-dee room. Wesley, utterly absorbed in his study, didn't see Marcy leave. After ushering her guest inside, Marcy closed the door and had him sit on the couch. "Mr Lymoor, I take it that this matter you've mentioned is rather important. After all, this is finals week."
    Still grinning, the lanky Mr Lymoor produced a miniature recorder from his vest pocket. "I have a recording here that will be of immense help to us, Miss Marchand. We're both able to help each other. Together, we can stain the Deltas' good name, both here on campus and the community at large."
    Marcy's eyes widen with interest. Lymoor was known for his vendetta against the Deltas. He was the kind of man that kept after an objective until it was completed. If he did have something, then it would have to be a damning piece of evidence. "Okay, Mr Lymoor. Care to show me what you got? You already know about the challenge the Gammas made. Perhaps a private talk with Miss Jarvis will convince her to up the anty?"
    Lymoor placed the recording clip into the tri-dee viewer. "Oh yes, Miss Marchand. This recording will help us greatly."

Allison and Tonya were going over the pledge receipts when the call came from the Gamma sorority. "I'll get it, Ally," said the brown-eyed Tonya. With her 'ware, Tonya had a nearby tri-dee projector pick up the call. The floating visage of Marcy Marchand put a little sour in the good milk of the morning. "Well, it's the esteemed Miss Marchand." Tonya was being sarcastic. "Your challenge would've meant something had you made it earlier, Marcy. We know it would've been no contest, but your victory might've inspired your girls to play harder for the remainder of the semester."
    Marcy's ethereal image was rankled. "Still playing the guard dog for Allison, I see. If it isn't too much of a bother, Princess Bubbles, I want to talk to Allison now."
    Out of sight of the video pick-up, Tonya made a fist. She hated it when people made fun of her background. Some people assumed that Tonya was just a copy of her mother, Mae-Mae Wertz. While she did share some traits with her mother, Tonya was very much her own person. The foul-mouth vocabulary she learned from her Marine father was often used to put patronizing people in their place. After all, they never expected to hear potty words from such a beautiful looking woman. "Okay, Marcy. Don't get your knickers in an uproar." She had her 'ware turn the video pick-up toward Allison. "There, are you happy now?"
    "Tonya, put a sock in it," Allison said softy to one side. She then addressed Marcy's image. "Good morning. I'm assuming you want to know the Deltas' answer to your challenge."
    Marcy looked too smug. "Of course, but first watch this." The video that Lymoor took the previous day replaced the image of Marcy's head. It was stopped at the point where Poni tossed away Janelle's panties. Allison and Tonya were shocked, but they returned to normal awareness when the image of Lymoor's head popped into being.
    Like his newfound ally, Lymoor was overtly smug and condescending. "Miss Jarvis, I'm shocked to discover that the Deltas allowed something like this to happen. Why, if I was less charitable, I would say the Deltas were turning their house into one of ill-repute. Your standards went down as your breasts got larger."
    Allison broke the pen she was holding. Part of her disgust was due to Janelle and Poni's indiscretion. The other was the sick revelation that Lymoor kept the sorority house under surveillance for some time. How else could he have made the video? "I won't get in a battle of words with you, Mr Lymoor. What's the deal?"
    Marcy's tri-dee head made a return appearance, floating next to her partner. "Oh, it's so simple, Allison. Play the game tomorrow morning as advertised. In return for losing the game, Mr Lymoor will hand over the evidence to you. As for the prize money... well, that has to be amended."
    Allison's eyes narrowed. "Amended, you say?"
    "Yes, amended. Five hundred dollars is small change. Your sorority will have no problem handing over that paltry amount. I'd say 6,500 dollars will make the game more challenging."
    "What! You expect me to hand over the pledge money to you? The children will be devastated!"
    "Oh, come on, Allison. I'm not that big a bitch. The children will still get their toys, but they'll come from the Gammas, not the Deltas. You're to blame for all this. You're responsible for the behavior of your sorority members. Had the window been closed, then we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." Marcy wore the know-it-all look that Allison hated.
    Lymoor took over from Marcy. "So, Miss Jarvis, let's review what is going to happen tomorrow. The Deltas will lose the game and hand over 6,500 dollars in exchange for the recording. If you refuse, I have an appointment with the Greek Council and the Board of Student Ethics. Your precious sorority will be demolished faster than a fire trap."
    With a fresh infusion of defiance, Allison glowered at her two protagonists. "And what will happen if the Deltas win the game?"
    Marcy harumphed. "Allison, I expected better of you. Either way you slice it, your sorority's name will be mud. Those little kids at Maryland Hospital will get their story readings, as well as their Christmas toys, from the Gammas. We will show the Deltas for what they really are - vain and obnoxious bimbos whose breasts are as big as their egos!"
    "You'll regret this, Marcy. You got greedy, demanding the pledge money. That'll be your doom."
    "Enough proud noises from you, Miss Lungs." Marcy giggled, which only made Allison determined to make her enemy eat her words. "The Gammas will be ready tomorrow morning. See ya!" The call ended, and the tri-dee retracted into its storage position.
    Tonya was livid. "That witch! She must be using hormones. It takes balls to be that smug and full of yourself."
    "Lymoor is no small prize either," Allison observed. "This has come to us all wrapped up with a bow on top. We need everyone here. I have the dubious honor of calling the first emergency meeting during finals week in Delta Delta's history."
    Tonya nodded as she queued her 'ware communication programs. "It just keeps getting better, doesn't it?"
 

8

Only four Deltas were unable to attend the meeting due to testing. The forty-one remaining girls, in addition to Ms Garber and Thaddeus, had assembled in the main room. Due to the size of the girls, there were occasional collisions of breast against breast. However, one girl was given more that enough room to be comfortable - and miserable. Janelle looked ready to cry at any moment, and no-one was in a particular hurry to give her comfort.
    Tonya wasn't ready to let bygones be bygones. "Janelle, what were you thinking? Couldn't you think of a better place to have sex with Poni? Hell, he could've had you in your bedroom! Instead, you left the window open so every Peeping Tom with a camera could capture your sexual foray."
    "I'm sorry." Janelle wailed. "I couldn't help myself. Poni was there for the taking." She drew a kleenex from a slim tissue dispenser in her cleavage and blew her nose. "We made out on the carpet over there." She pointed to the spot, the girls sitting there ewwhed in disgust. "I was all over him like a cheap suit."
    "Well, your momentary lapse is gonna cost us plenty. The Deltas will be the laughing stock on campus for decades to come. I hope you're happy."
    Tears ran down Janelle's face. "I said I'm sorry. It's bad enough that I'll be known as the girl who destroyed the Delta Deltas. The Delta Destroyer, that will be my nickname."
    "A perfectly suitable nickname, too." Tonya's icy words earned a harsh, silencing glare from Allison.
    "That is enough, Tonya. Janelle has made her apology, and that's good enough for me." Allison went to the crying girl and sat next to her. Breasts pressing into breasts, Allison placed a consoling hand on Janelle's cheek. "It's water under the bridge, Jan. I forgive you. Nothing more can be gained by crying. Besides, big girls don't cry."
    Janelle stopped her flow of tears, happy at least someone had heart enough to forgive her. "Thank you, Allison."
    The Delta president stood up. She looked at her assembled friends with equal attention. "I hope all of you can find it in yourselves to forgive Janelle. This crisis does threaten to destroy us, but it can bring us closer together."
    "Just what can we do?" said Florence, one of the senior girls. "We're screwed either way we do it."
    Just then a tri-dee message came in. Allison accepted it, and had it routed to the main projector in the room. She was pleasantly surprized to see that it was Lonnie. The little girl had only recently been released from the intensive care ward at Maryland Hospital. Lonnie's little blue eyes sparkled with new life. "Hi, Ally. It's me, Lonnie."
    "Hi, Lonnie. How's my favorite story girl doing?"
    "The doctor said I'm okay." Lonnie played with her blanket. She made a mound out of the soft fabric. "The doctor said I'm gonna grow up big and healthy. I want to be like you, Ally, when I grow up. I want to be a nice lady with a big front."
    "What a lovely goal, Lonnie." Allison said pleasantly. "I'm sure you'll achieve that goal since you're such a nice girl to begin with."
    "That you Ally." Lonnie made a cute giggle. "I can't wait for Monday. On Monday you'll give all those toys to me and my friends. It's gonna be like forever for Monday to come."
    "The time will go by fast enough, Lonnie. Now, get your rest. Follow the instructions the nurse gives you. I want to see a pink-faced little girl when I give her a gift on Monday."
    "I promise, Ally. Goodbye."
    The call ended, and everyone in the room felt more than a little sad. Allison, though, was thinking with a full head of steam. "That does it. I refuse to feel sorry for myself while Marcy and her flat-chests sit back and laugh at our expense. Same thing goes for that bastard Lymoor." The girls looked at her like she gone off the deep end. "We could march right out of here and smother the Gammas and Mr Lymoor with our norks. But that'll cost us 100 years in prison for justifiable homicide. We need to destroy Lymoor's evidence and humble the Gammas for what they've threaten to do to us."
    Ms Garber stepped forward. The Aquarian grandmother looked quite confident and self-assured. "Miss Jarvis, I've been on this campus for more than ten years now. I have the dirt on any director you care to name, even Mr Lymoor. He's the type that treats secrets like personal items. If I pay him a visit and 'persuade' him to give up the evidence, that'll be half of our problem solved right there."
    "Thank you for volunteering, Ms Garber. That leaves the humbling of the Gammas to be resolved. We have the practical experience of living and walking with huge breasts, but the Gammas have the soccer talent. We need something that will decisively tip the balance in our favor. Yet it must be aboveboard. That means no outright dirty tricks, like stealing their panties."
    Tonya sighed. "Too bad the Gammas can't somehow get beachball breasts overnight." The Deltas muttered their agreement.
    A wicked smile popped up on Thaddeus' face. Allison knew her beau had an answer. "What is it, Thad? I know what's causing that face you're making. Tell me before I crush you flat beneath my ladybumps."
    Thad raised his hands in submission "No need to do that, Ally. You'll probably crush me when the Deltas win the game tomorrow. My idea is so left field that it might just work."
    It did sound like a far out idea, but after Thad explained it, in particular how it could be achieved, the Deltas agreed it was their best hope of success. The meeting broke up, and the girls went about their tasks, but not before assuring Janelle that all was forgiven. Tonya did more. She hugged Janelle as best she could, declaring that she forgave the girl and asked for her own forgiveness in turn. Janelle was happy to be accepted back, and vowed from that day forward to be a model Delta. Above all else, a Delta always keeps her word. The kids at Maryland Hospital will get their toys, alright, but they'll get them from the Deltas, not the Gammas.

Seven p.m. Thursday evening. Lymoor was watching a political commentary show when the doorbell to his campus apartment rang. He opened the door, finding one Ms Belinda Garber standing in the hallway.
    Garber looked up at Lymoor, for she stood a good 40 centimeters shorter than him. "Mr Lamont Lymoor, I want to have a few words with you."
    Lymoor glowered at the tiny woman. "I know why you're here, Mr Garber. Allison obviously talked to you about the game tomorrow. You'll attempt to persuade me to surrender the file. Might as well talk to the rain - it's a better listener."
    "As housemother of the Deltas, I can talk to you anytime I want. It's in the rules. Now, will you let me in so I can state my case?"
    Lymoor ushered his guest inside. "You may try, Ms Garber. This way you can go back to the Deltas with a clear conscious."
    Garber selected what was obviously Lymoor's chair. That made the tall man grimace as he sat on a rickety looking guest chair. She pulled a minicomp from her purse and selected a menu. "I've gone over the records of the Greek Council and Board of Student Ethics. You can only bring this incident before the Greek Council. The house is located off campus property and is maintained by the students themselves.
    "Yes. How convenient." Lymoor snorted. "The Greek Council will still have its kilo of flesh, Ms Garber. I knew the Deltas' goody-goody antics were nothing more than a sham. I bet there's an orgy every weekend in the basement."
    "For a man bent on destroying the Deltas, you don't know everything about them. The house has no basement."
    "You know what I mean, Ms Garber. Honestly, I think you've contributed to the delinquency of the girls. Weren't you the one who suggested the jello wresting event for Founders Days back in 2498?"
    Garber looked proud. "I take responsibility for that, Lymoor. The girls collected 600 dollars in donations. Because of that, a family was able to buy furniture for their kid's new bedroom when their old house burned down."
    "Yes, but the girls wallowed in jello, and only wore thongs and pasties. It was something you would expect to see in The Box."
    "Mr Lymoor, that's rude and insensitive! Girls are only young once, and they're entitled to a little bit of naughtiness. Admit it. No other sorority, or fraternity for that matter, raises half as much money for charity as the Deltas. They're an integral part of this university. One reason why the alumni contribute to this university is due to the good work the Deltas do year after year." She looked Lymoor in the eye. The man averted his gaze, his strength unable to withstand the intensity of Garber's attention. "Do you want to go down in NDU history as the petty little man who destroyed the Deltas?"
    "I object, ma'am, to your assertion that I'm petty. The Deltas have broken the rules. We will punish them for this infraction, lest the other campus organizations think that the Deltas have special license where the rules are concerned. Now, if you will excuse me for a moment, I need a drink of water. Would you care for some water also?"
    Garber placed the minicomp on the coffee table in front of her. "Yes. Thank you." After Lymoor entered the kitchen Garber stood up and looked around the room. "Stamp," she apparently said to no-one in particular, "can you tell me what he has in his library within the parameters I provided?"
    "Certainly," answered the minicomp on the coffee table, it's voice natural and smooth. "Just give me a moment."
    Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Lymoor thought smugly as he filled the glasses. Foolish little woman, trying to change my mind. I'll show her what-for. She knows I'm going to win. My years of vigilance have not gone to waste. With a glass in each hand, he returned to find Garber looking at his book collection. He handed a glass to her. "Ah, I see that you've taken an interest in my collection of books. I can tell you what I have."
    "Not necessary, Mr Lymoor. I'm more interested in the books and magazines that aren't displayed here. In particular, your Form of Woman magazine collection is quite extensive."
    "What makes you say I collect that magazine?" And how did she knew? he added to himself, taking a sip of water.
    "Oh, you'll be amazed at what is discussed around the tables at the food court. There's one Form of Woman issue that you seem to like the most. The February 2455 issue to be precise. That's the one where the main article was about Aquarian women."
    "Well, I may have mentioned that in passing to a friend," Lymoor said. "A man has his vices."
    "All men have their vices." Garber's voice turned a bit sultry. "Yours is a bit more cultivated. As I recall, the rumor says you have several pin-ups from that Form of Woman issue. Those pin-ups are in a portfolio that you keep in your desk at work." She waved a tasking finger at Lymoor, who was blushing as red as a beet. "Naughty, naughty. You run the risk of a reprimand if your boss ever cared to search your desk, which is within his rights to do."
    "Mr Ungat's way too busy to conduct such a trivial search." Lymoor loosened his collar a bit.
    "Especially when Ungat's got an affair going with the Director of Public Affairs. Oh yes, you've blackmailed him good."
    Damn! How does she know all that? "Ms Garber, unless you have something to add to the relevant conversation I will ask you to leave."
    "Don't be in such a rush, Mr Lymoor. What I'm about to say is very relevant." Garber played with a blouse button, testing Lymoor's strength to ignore such an obvious tease. He wasn't ignoring it completely. "The Deltas are good girls, Lamont. May I call you Lamont?" The man nodded. "They need the guidance of a woman with decades of life-experience and wisdom. I've done many things in my life, and I'll gladly go on being a housemother. But I have my needs as well."
    Garber tugged on the button she was teasing. Without warning, her outer clothes fell to the floor. Lamont was dumbstruck. There, in front of him, was a gorgeous little woman in the most feminine of undergarments. A black lace garter fit for a life-sized doll was around Garber's waist, holding up her light tan stockings. An intricately decorated white and pink panty gracefully complemented her all-so-slim waist and hips. Then came the brassiere. Like the panty, it was a fine weave of white and pink lace and fabric. She was the embodiment of what men thought about sexy little women.
    Lamont gulped when he made out the color and shape of Garber's areolae and nipples past the lacy fabric. "Ah, just what is this, Ms Garber?"
    The woman took a step forward, her perfect bust jiggled in response. "Call me Belinda."
    "Ah... Belinda. What do you hope to gain by doing this?"
    "I want what every woman in my position wants." She took two more steps forward, and her bust jiggled a bit more energetically. "My husband Jerome was an Aquarian pirate, and he died sixty-one years ago when the Stroud defeated Aquarias. He was a criminal in the eyes of law, and he did several reprehensible things. But still, he was my man, and I bore his children for him. I became a pillar of strength and raised my family on my own. My work was rewarded with hordes of lovable grandchildren. That made me feel alive and needed." Another two steps brought her within arms' reach of Lamont. He just stood there, daring not to interrupt Belinda's story. "After being the good grandmother, I came to Outback to share my wisdom and give guidance as the Delta housemother. I'm proud of the Deltas, all of them. They will become wonderful young women."
    "Um... err... that they are, Belinda." What's she getting at? From where he stood, Lamont clearly saw Belinda's cleavage. It quivered with her soft breathing. Oh God, he thought, I could fall in that and never get out!
    "Lamont, the most important thing for a woman is the need to feel young again. Many times," Belinda placed her right forefinger on Lamont's chest, making slow deliberate circles, "many times over the years my body ached for the warmth of a man. I would often turn over in my bed, late at night, expecting to be scooped up in the arms of my Jerome. Memories can only do so much, Lamont. I want to be loved by a living man."
    "Ah... umm... what are you saying exactly, Belinda?" Lamont started to step backwards, but Belinda kept pace with him.
    "I want you, Lamont. I want you to make me feel young again. You can give this little old woman the love she wants so very much. Make me happy, Lamont. Drive away the sorrow that has lived in my heart for the last sixty-one years."
    Without thinking, Lamont picked up Belinda and kissed her. In response, she wrapped her little legs around his waist. Two slender little arms reached around his chest like it was a grand oak tree. "Oh goodness, you're everything I've expected!" Lamont proclaimed.
    "And what's that, my lovable Lamont?"
    Walking backwards, Lamont made for his bedroom. His 'ware turned on the lights and opened the door. "Tiny Aquarian women like yourself are reputed to be the most intense and passionate of lovers."
    Belinda kissed Lamont firmly. The proverbial fireworks exploded all around the couple. "It's well deserved, Lamont. My children, all eight of them, were conceived one after the other during the most incredible lovemaking thought possible. Jerome was spent after each coupling, but I had tons of energy left."
    "I'm not the strongest of men, Belinda. Will you be gentle with me?"
    "Don't worry, you mountain of molten lust. Belinda will treat you right." The missized couple engaged in passionate lovemaking that lasted for several hours. Stamp, the minicomp that Belinda brought along, set upon the task of breaking into Lamont's computer system. He was to find the video file that Lamont took and erase it. As a self-aware computer, Stamp appreciated what Belinda was doing for the sake of the Deltas. He also had the sense to delete the sounds of love play from his memory cache. Belinda was entitled to her privacy, and Stamp wanted to say with a clear conscious that he didn't know what was going on in Lamont's bedroom. For all what Stamp knew, they could be playing chess or discussing politics. Like the couple in the bedroom, Stamp diligently worked at his assigned task for several hours.
 

9

Meanwhile, Thaddeus Eddings thought of the events that lead him to where he was now - on the roof of the Gamma Alpha Lambda sorority house in the dead of night. Earlier he seen his grandparents, Tobias and Samantha Eddings, and told them the situation facing the Deltas. The former police lieutenant and naval officer were happy to help their grandchild. They gave him two camouflage suits and the services of Stamp, the unique minicomp. Thaddeus gave Stamp to Garber for her job at Lymoor's apartment. The camo suits came in handy when Thaddeus entered the primary chemistry laboratory on campus. Thanks to his grandparent's knowledge, Thad located and identified a genuine bottle of Bubbles (the BE soft drink) amongst the unmarked containers in a stasis storage chamber.
    Using a nano-extractor, Thad removed 12 ounces of Bubbles from the 24-ounce bottle, just enough for the plan that the Deltas agreed upon. By itself, 12 ounces of Bubbles wouldn't fully inflate the breasts of one Gamma to the size of beachballs. Another little trick came in handy. Years ago, Allison's mother, Marsha Jarvis, inadvertently experienced what happened with a tiny bit of Bubbles interacted with breast-enlarging nanites. Instead of days or weeks, Bubbles-assisted nanites finished their work in mere seconds. The added flesh was provided by the magical soft drink. It wasn't a process that could be replicated frequently, for bottles of Bubbles were very hard to come by. Thad only knew of this phenomenon because Marsha told her daughter Allison, who in turn told Thad. That knowledge, in conjunction with the availability of Bubbles, made feasible the plan that the Deltas agreed upon earlier - give the Gammas beachball breasts overnight. Affixed with such breasts, the Gammas could no-longer depend on their sure-footed soccer skills to defeat the Deltas. The match would be made quite fair, as far as bust size was concern.
    Thaddeus, with the help of Hanna (another Delta girl, and the only one 'small' enough to fit in the other camouflage suit), snuck on top of the Gamma house. Accessing the ventilation system, Thad injected a sleeping agent into the circulated air. Thirty minutes was deemed enough time for the sleep agent to have done its work. With considerable electronics skill, Thad disabled the security system, allowing both him and Hanna to get inside. Thirty-nine Gammas were in a peaceful slumber. The duo went about injecting the girls with their mixture of Bubbles and nanites.
    Like the Deltas, the girls in the Gamma house slept two to a room. Thad entered a bedroom and applied a hypo to his first pair of slumbering belles. He been told just how rapidly the odd mix of magic and technology would work, but seeing it in action was a totally different matter. The first girl, a petite blond, wore a nightgown. In five seconds the front of the white garment was pushed up and out by rapidly inflating breasts. The gown parted in the middle, pushed aside by ever increasing amounts of flesh. When it was over, ten seconds later, the blond had a perfect pair of beachballs resting on her chest. She seemed not to mind one bit. Thad turned to check the second girl, a tall brunette with a bed shirt. Well, the shirt was tested sorely by its own pair of beachballs. Yet, like the blond, the girl didn't mind the new mass on her chest. Indeed, the sleeping brunette made a smile as hugged her new bust. She probably thinks it's a dream, Thad thought. Just wait until she wakes up in the morning!
    Thad continued his hypo injections, going from room to room like a real-life breast fairy. Some of the Gammas slept topless, thus sparing their shirts and gowns the trauma of being stretched or rendered useless by enormous norks. One girl wore pajamas, giving Thad the voyeuristic pleasure of watching buttons fly off the pajama top one-by-one. In another room he found the two occupants sharing a bed. Obviously they were having an intimate experience before the sleep gas interrupted their tender affections. Injections made, Thad watched as two pairs of inflating breasts pushed the girls apart. One rolled onto the floor, breasts first. Thad was worried that the fall would've awakened the girl, but she didn't. Still a gentleman, Thad covered the still sleeping girl with a blanket before proceeding to the next room.
    Keeping in contact with Hanna via wetware, Thad came upon his last set of girls - the Gamma President and Vice-President. Okay, he said impishly over the 'ware link, I'm entering the Lion's Den.
    Hanna's electronic grin was sensed in Thad's mind. Don't be tempted to count coup, Thad. She said. If you do that, I'm gonna to tell on you.
    Same goes for you, Hanna. You touched the breasts of the Gamma's treasurer, Kathy Ronag. You left your ware video feed on. If anything, I should tell Allison what you did.
    Okay, truce. Kathy said two weeks ago that I was a moo-cow. She said it right in my face. I had to get some payback from her. Just hurry up. Marcy and Lucy are the last two.
    Gotcha. Like a cat, Thad slipped in the room. Lucy was the closest, so she was injected first. The silver blond Gamma inflated as rapidly as her sisters. Button after button on Lucy's nightshirt fell to the onslaught of expanding flesh. It was like popping kernels of corn on a hot plate. Smiling sweetly, Lucy turned to rest on her stomach. She ended up slumbering on top of her norks instead, dreaming what had to be a very good dream indeed.
    Thad then turned to Marcy. He could tell that Marcy was just as arrogant asleep as she was awake. Topless, the Gamma President slept with her legs spread apart, her body forming an upside-down Y on the bed. What made Thad silently chuckle was the bunny-decorated panty Marcy was wearing. That was something one expected a cheerleader to wear, not the captain of a woman's soccer team. Hypo applied, Thad stepped back and watched the growth. What began as a C-cup bust grew at an urgent pace. Marcy's womanly mounds went through the alphabet and ever-larger sizes of fruits and sports equipment. Her ribcage was covered in tit, wobbling lightly like jello. Only when the bottom of her globes obscured her bellybutton did the expansion cease. Marcy, still asleep and innocent, only turned her head to the other side of the pillow.
    Thad just had to do one thing before leaving. He glommed the front of Marcy's right breast ever so quickly. That brief contact made the Gamma smile and ummed. There, now I've counted coup as well, thought Thad impishly. Now we both have to be quite, Hanna.
    That's just fine with me, Thaddeus, Hanna replied in a mental giggle. The duo left the Gamma House as quietly as they came. In five hours the Gamma will awaken to a very special surprise indeed.

6:45 a.m. The Deltas were preparing themselves for their game against the Gammas, which was scheduled to start at 8:30. Each of the four main bathrooms in the house could hold five girls at a time, even at their current sizes. The girls waiting for their turn at the showers were clad in towels, though only from the waist down. Draping the breasts with towels was both impractical and unneeded since all the Deltas were mature adults. After one discounts the towel snapping and playful roughhousing the girls engaged in, of course. (wink).
    Two of the Deltas, Florence and Charlotte, walked up to a waiting gaggle of sorority sisters next to the east second floor bathroom. "Hey, we got something to show you guys," said Florence. "Last night I and Charlotte made team uniforms. Charlotte, be a dear and take off your robe. Show them the goods." The petite freshman stepped forward and removed her copious robe. Her audience was awed and concerned with what they saw - what little there was of it.
    "Umm... Florence, are you sure this is a good idea?" said one girl, her eyes still fixed on Charlotte. "With this get-up, we'll be showing off a whole lot more than what is necessary."
    "True, but that's what Allison wants. The Gammas will still be trying to cope with their new norks when they're on the field. We, on the other hand, can go about our business with much more confidence and panache. This uniform will inspire confusion and fear into our enemies."
    "I can see your point, Florence," said the convinced girl. "Do the shirts have enough counter-gravity field emitters in them? I don't see all that many strips in the one Charlotte's wearing."
    "There are fewer strips than you would find in one of our regular blouses. The remaining ones are running at full power to compensate, but battery life is reduced to just four hours. It's not like we're going to playing games all day."
    Charlotte looked naughty when she entered the conversation. "I don't know, Florence. Your boyfriend Stanley loves to play all kinds of games with you. Some of them require the use of two balls."
    Florence messed up Charlotte's hair with the authority of an older sister teasing a younger one. "Good God! You've been thoroughly corrupted! I was beginning to worry about you for a moment." They shared a round of chuckling. "Charlotte, be a good girl and show that uniform to the others. They're in for a treat."
    "They sure are, Florence."
 

10

Lucy McBain, the Gamma vice-president, rose a bit earlier than usual on this Friday morning. The oversized clock face on her night stand read 6:25. She chalked up her restlessness as unconscious anticipation of the upcoming game. Besides, it was her job to wake up before the others did. Getting the kitchen started for breakfast fell on Lucy's shoulders this morning.
    It was when Lucy sat up in bed she noticed her two new 'companions'. For a girl who was just 36B only five hours earlier, Lucy kept her composure and remained silent. Instead, her mind worked in overdrive as she tentatively explored her beachball bosom. Oh, I knew that dream last night was special, she thought as her hands went down her cleavage toward her crotch. Ouch! It was a very good dream. My knickers are moist. I wonder if the Deltas have to change bed sheets each morning? She giggled silently. The inspection continued, stopping at the nipples. Lucy fondled them knowingly, enjoying the surge of warmth such attention was producing. If only I could get this sensation with my normal size! Now how did that dream go? Ah, now I remember. And remember she did. Lucy recalled meeting a special man in her dream. In a swirl of flower petals and light, both she and her dream man were in a bedroom, naked as God made them. However, in this fantasy Lucy had her incredible beachball rack, and she used it to push her man backwards. Each collision with the man's washboard chest made Lucy's boobs quiver like thick jello. Then, at the foot of the bed, Lucy gave one final push, sending the man back onto the sheets. Then she fell on top of him, smothering him with breasts and affection alike.
    Lucy broke out of her wonderful recall when she felt wetness underneath her legs. Oops! I hope this doesn't become a habit! She stood up carefully, holding her bust as close to herself as possible. Looking over at her still-slumbering friend, Lucy saw that Marcy also had a beachball bust. Oh, she has them too. I see no reason why it's just me and Marcy. I bet everyone else has an enormous rack as well. Something tells me that the Deltas are responsible for all this, but how did they make us so big overnight? I wonder if... Lucy walked as silently as she could as she made for the bathroom down the hall. She searched the bathroom supply cabinet and found a bottle of bioglue dissolvent. Well, she thought, we'll know in a minute if these are plastiskin breasts. She applied the dissolvent to each breast and waited. One minute. Two minutes. Three...
    They're real, Lucy thought. She removed her buttonless night shirt and wet panties, placing both items in the clothes hamper. She took a quick shower to wash off the dissolvent and the stickiness from her crotch and thighs. Toweling off took longer than expected, especially when she rubbed her nipples. Luckily she didn't gush again, thus preventing a slippery mess on the bathroom floor. She glanced at the clock face above the bathroom door. 6:45. Time to start the kitchen. Everyone would want some breakfast in their tummies. Wrapping a towel around her waist, Lucy went downstairs, cradling her naked breasts like they were babies. I wonder how Marcy will react? Oh, that's a no-brainer. She'll react badly. Just like when she lost Rick. I bet it's because of that incident she has a bug up her ass where the Deltas are concerned.
    In the kitchen, Lucy used her ware to start the breakfast service routine. A trio of service robots appeared from their storage alcove. In minutes the dining room table was set, ready for the first batch of Gammas to appear. Lucy continued her reflection as she watched the robots go about their work with the buffet line. I would think that after four years Marcy would stop holding a grudge against the Deltas. She lost Rick because she didn't pay enough attention to him. Rick's not coming back, especially now that he's Tonya Kosiba's boyfriend. A boy would have to be a fool to part with such a nice girl, although she has a talent for foul words. Lucy grinned as she affectionately rubbed the bottoms of her breasts. The Deltas are not a bad bunch of girls. It's Marcy that has poisoned the Gammas with her bad attitude. Perhaps, with her new breasts, Marcy will gain a fresh perspective on life and drop her Delta vendetta. The clock read 6:50. Well, we will know in a few moments.

Marcy Marchand rose like a zombie from her bed as the alarm bleated its ugly noise. "Alarm," she said hoarsely, "off." The annoying sound ended abruptly. "Time," she ordered in a more clear voice.
    "6:50 a.m.," said the neutral voice room computer.
    Swinging her legs over to the floor, Marcy noticed a shift in her center of gravity. Still half awake, she couldn't decide if the dinner last night finally caught up to her, or that her ears were out-of-whack. She decided it was her ears. Getting up slowly, Marcy felt like she had two large weights affixed to her chest. She touched her breasts, a bit shocked to find that she made contact far sooner than expected. With a sleepy-eyed glance down, Marcy knew something was off kilter. Certainly it was a waking dream - she couldn't be that big on top. Feeling that she could make it to the bathroom in her condition, Marcy trundled out of her room and two doors down the hall, her bust cradled in her arms. The cool bathroom floor made her eyes fly open. After adjusting to the increased amount of light, the Gamma looked at her image in the huge mirror. "What in the Hell are these things doing here?!" She said in a yell fit to wake the dead. Well, the rest of the Gammas at least.
    The other girls did awaken, their initial reactions profound and heartfelt. How did this happen?! - Ohmygod, I'm a cow! - This had better be the hot peppers I ate last night. - What ancient taboo did I break to deserve this? - Now I'm happy like a little girl! - Jeepers! - The breast fairy finally showed up... and overdid it! - Mom! - How am I gonna do my knitting now? - If only they were bigger. - Walking is going to be a bitch, much less running. - Oswald will love these puppies. - It's all in my head, it's all in my head... - Wow! Look at the headlights Hazel has! Oops! Me too! - My back is aching already. - This isn't the kind of overnight growth spurt I wished for. - This is exactly the kind of overnight growth spurt I wished for! Too bad I didn't get taller. - Nothing is gonna fit over these things!
    "I believe they're called breasts, Marcy." It was Lucy. The silver blond girl entered the bathroom. She was cradling her new bust in her arms. "Breasts are found on the upper torso of human females."
    "Don't be a smartass, Lucy! We didn't go to bed last night with these things on!"
    "Oh yes we did, Marcy. Only they were much smaller."
    "What did I tell you about being a smartass?" Marcy said darkly. Indignant, she tried to pull her breasts off. All that did was to create the cartoonish sound of a tight balloon being fondled. "Damn. I need bioglue dissolvent to remove these boobs."
    "Marcy, what makes you think that these are plastiskin boobs?" Lucy fondled her norks like a caring lover. "I'd say they're quite real."
    "Hogshit on a stick! This is some sort of sick Delta trick, I tell you. Now, get me that dissolvent and meet me downstairs. I'll wrangle up the others and show them what the Deltas did."
    "Okay, Marcy, but you're wrong about this."
    To her mounting concern, Marcy discovered that the rest of Gals also were affixed with beachball boobs. Ms Tyrol was the only one not affected by the mysterious appearance of super-sized norks. In the main room of the house all the Gals assembled. Some, like Marcy, were clearly agitated and upset. They treated their boobs like they were some kind of hideous ingrown toenails. Others girls were a little bit frightened, their worry clearly showing on their faces. They cradled their breasts like they were huge hen eggs, afraid that a momentary lapse would send their beachball boobs crashing to the floor. Some girls were actually crying. They felt they were being punished for some unfathomable reason.
    A handful of girls were like Lucy, accepting the fact that the breasts were real until proven otherwise. They inspected and caressed their breasts with gentle fingers, enjoying the sensations such tender touching caused within their bodies. Regardless, all the Gals shared the same thoughts about their breasts. It was their rapid and unexplained appearance that made them feel apprehensive. Will they get bigger, will other parts of their bodies also start to expand without cause? Above all else, how will they explain this to their friends and family?
    Marcy grimaced when she saw six of her girls enjoying their size and feeling up their new mass. As if like a locker room, these girls looked and commented about their boobs and those of their friends. They even touched and cupped each other's norks, comparing the sensations they felt to those coming from their own breasts. Such fondling made the girls feel like it was Christmas Day, their chatter animated and loud. All what was needed was the gift wrap on the floor to complete the Christmas effect. When Marcy saw two girls in particular playing with each other's racks in an intimate way she decided to put her foot down. "Enough touching of the boobs, people. This is serious. Those Deltas are responsible for what happened to us. Well, their pathetic attempt to scare us will fail."
    Lucy entered the room, bioglue dissolvent in hand. "I'm telling you that these norks are real." She gave the canister to Marcy.
    "And I say that they're plastiskin. Just watch." A generous dose of dissolvent was lacquered on Marcy's breasts. Giving a minute for the stuff to work, she then tried her darnest to pull off her right breast. She might as well have tried to pick up a ten-ton weight with her little finger.
    "Well, that settles that," announced Lucy. "The Deltas wouldn't have gone to all this trouble just to give us fake breasts that are easily removed. Somehow they got our real breasts to expand overnight."
    "Marcy," said one of the concerned Gals, "what about the game this morning? We can't go out like this!"
    Still a bit angry, Marcy made herself think for a moment. "I'm afraid we have to go. If we ditch now, it'll be our word, not the Deltas, that will be soiled." Marcy softly pushed her breasts together, making her beachballs look like two thick and pink uncooked patties of hamburger meat. "So what if we're this big? We still have the soccer talent. We'll win the game."
    "Win? How can we do that?" Another girl stood up, hugging her breasts close. "We'll bounce all over the place with these things. Our norks will screw up our sense of balance. What are we going to say to people when they see us like this?"
    "Like I said," Marcy repeated, "we'll win because we have the talent. The field is our domain, and each of us has lived and breathed soccer since grade school. We can take the stress of carrying these norks for a few hours out on the field."
    "And the breasts?" Lucy asked the question again for everyone's benefit.
    "Oh... Well... We'll just say that we're carrying plastiskin boobs to make it a 'fair and level' playing field. Since we'll be wearing big shirts, the crowd won't know the difference."
    The girl who spoke earlier made another announcement. "We'll know the difference. Without antigrav bras, our boobs and muscles are going to get sore really quick. All that running and juking won't be a pleasant experience." A slight murmur of agreement rose for the other girls. Even the few who really liked their new boobs had to admit that an active sport such as soccer doesn't lend itself well to oversized breasts.
    "This is already an unpleasant experience." Marcy noted the somber, sad-eyed expressions from the majority of the Gals. "I, for one, am not going to let these breasts slow me down. If the Deltas want to play dirty, then we'll give one whoop-ass of a game!"
    Ms Tyrol, being a little thing in the midst of much taller women, stood up on a chair. "Miss Marchand, I don't have the time to make the required antigrav shirts for the girls to wear. You'll have to make do with regular T-shirts." She looked about the room with a grin on her face. "I'd say that really, really large T-shirts are in order."
    "You're right, Ms Tyrol." Marcy looked quite confident, making the unsure girls feel a bit better. "Everyone, take your showers and get dressed. You'll pick up the T-shirts down here. Wesley will be here in an hour with the bus, so don't play with your boobs in the shower."
    "Speaking of Wesley," said Lucy as she gazed out the bay window, "he's early. I think he's here for that breakfast you promised him yesterday."
    "Oh, damn. Everyone, get outta sight. Ms Tyrol, can you keep Wesley occupied until I'm... err... ready?"
    Ms Tyrol went over to Marcy and patted her on the arm. "Don't worry, Marcy. I'll get you a T-shirt before Wesley sees you. He can't help but tweak those rosy little nipples of yours if they're left uncovered."
    Marcy felt downright embarrassed. "Ms Tyrol, you almost sound like one of those Deltas."
    The Gamma housemother giggled. "In spirit, at least. Honestly, all of you girls would be better off with a few more centimeters on your original flat-chested bodies. Beachballs are overkill on such lithe frames."
    Marcy would've said something, but time was short. She and her girls made themselves ready for what would be the most buxom soccer game in NDU history.
 

11

Ms Tyrol opened the door. "You're a bit early, Wesley. Marcy will be with you after her shower."
    "Thank you, Ms Tyrol." Wesley stepped inside the house. His sensitive ears made out the sounds of people upstairs. "Sounds like the girls are very anxious about the game this morning."
    "You could say that, Wesley." Ms Tyrol said in a noncommittal tone. "Help yourself to the breakfast buffet. The pancakes are fresh."
    "Thank you." Wesley entered the dining area and made for the buffet service. He loaded his plate with pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, and three slices of toast. For a tall and lanky boy Wesley had a very active metabolism. After consuming the second pancake Wesley saw Marcy enter the dining room. No, make that when he first saw Marcy's breasts enter the dining room.
    Wesley almost choked, but his calmed himself with a full glass of orange juice. He made himself look at Marcy again, just to make sure he wasn't seeing things. She was wearing green and black soccer shoes and knee length socks as expected. The black shorts and wristbands were there as well. Even the black headband was in place. It was the black trimmed white soccer shirt that made him gawk. No, it was more than that. It was the enormous black trimmed white soccer shirt that put Wesley at a loss for words. Somehow, in some way, Marcy got a bust that would've been at home on the currently enlarged Deltas. Beachballs was the only applicable term for such huge orbs, and they bounced divinely as Marcy marched over to Wesley. She stood in front of him like a cop serving a warrant.
    "Well," Marcy said impatiently, acting as if nothing had changed, "aren't you forgetting something?"
    His face but a hand span away from Marcy's bust, Wesley spoke in an unassuming tone. "Ah... that would be 'Good Morning', I think."
    "Not that. Fill a plate and seat me."
    Wesley wasn't thinking when he replied. "Fill you up and eat me?" His poor choice of words earned him a bonk on the head.
    "Pervert. Is that what you think about when you're around me? Sex and breasts? If you want to say on my good side you better make my plate now."
    Slavishly, as he had done for Marcy often this semester, Wesley fixed up a breakfast plate. After placing the plate on the table, he then seated Marcy. The extra weight of the huge breasts made pushing in her chair a bit of a chore. Wesley pushed a bit too hard, for Marcy's lungs were pressed up against the edge of the table. "Ouch! You oaf! What are you trying to do? Make my norks explode?"
    Wesley didn't reply immediately, for he was looking at the bit of cleavage that peeked through the top of her shirt. He imagined what the rest of her cleavage would look like from where he was standing. Wesley has an active imagination, you know. "Breasts don't explode, Marcy. They ooze out of tight shirts like rising dough..."
    Marcy hit Wesley in the thigh. "Snap out of it, Wesley. Now, get me my glass of grapefruit juice and butter for the toast. I'll tell you what has happened to me and the others."
    "Others?" Wesley's incredulous look vanished as Gal after Gal entered the dining room, each of them with a bust practically equal to Marcy's in size and shape. He made himself get Marcy's juice and butter, but after that he continued to gaze at the Gals as they lined up for breakfast. He then imagined the whole room filled with beachball-breasted beauties. Oh boy, he told himself, I'm gonna be the only boy on the bus with this many busty babes at once! And with the Deltas... Hot Damn! It'll be the Battle of the Beachball Babes!
    "Wesley," Marcy said impatiently, "what is your problem? And pour some cold water on that before you hurt yourself."
    "Sorry." Embarrassed, Wesley thought of disgusting things in order to remove the king-sized erection in his pants.

It was precisely 8:18 when the Gamma bus arrived at the enclosed soccer field named after Kelly Russo, a former NDU soccer player and big-time alumni contributor. The Gammas were still wrestling with their new fronts as they walked off the bus and headed inside. Practically all of them were carrying their tee-clad chests in their arms. They weren't in any real danger of toppling over since they walked carefully and slowly.
    Then there was Marcy. With her boyfriend Wesley at her side, Marcy lead the enlarged Gammas toward the field. She walked proudly, her bust bouncing energetically with each footfall. Wesley's eyes were all over her like cheap cologne. She knew that he wanted to feel up her breasts in the worst way. Maybe, perhaps, after Marcy convinces him to buy the victory pizza after the game, she'll let him have the briefest of contact with her norks.
    Marcy groaned when she saw the crowd. Russo Field had a maximum seating capacity of 12,000. It appeared that at least 2,500 people were in the stands. That said a lot about the willingness of the spectators to stay around and watch this particular game on a finals week Friday. The catcalls and wolf-whistles were numerous enough to be heard by the other Gammas as well. The loudest calls came from the other sororities that had bones to pick with the Gammas. Hearing all that noise made Marcy determined to win the game. Across the field she made out the gathered Delta Delta sorority members. She recognized Allison's face from a distance, for she was standing next to her tall boyfriend, Thaddeus. Getting closer, Marcy's jaw dropped when she clearly made out the uniforms the Deltas made last night.
    For starters, the Deltas did have the regulation soccer shoes, white and purple in color, and knee length socks. Then there were the shirts. They were made out of memory plastic, and undoubtedly had counter grav strips to lessen the load  the Deltas had to contend with. It was the shirts' visual appearance that was... disturbing. For starters, the left side was normal, white in color with red trim. However, the right side... apart from the red trim, the right side was transparent as glass. The only thing interfering with the view was the counter grav strips. The underside of the right breast was covered with thin grey bars and hexagons. Marcy looked at one Delta's shirt long enough to make out the small chocolate colored nipple and areolae on the right breast. It was rather unsettling to realize these girls were comfortable displaying one of their breasts (albeit covered in clear plastic) for the rest of the world to see.
    Then came the shorts. Red in color, they appeared to be a mix of two radically different styles. It was as if a normal pair of soccer shorts was stitched to a thong bikini bottom. One Delta turned around, offering a view that made Marcy shocked and angry. The right side of the shorts was just that, but the left side truly was a thong, for the whole of the left buttcheek was exposed. For those watching, it was a bold statement in asymmetric clothing fashion. For the Deltas, it was a message that said 'we're not afraid to strut our stuff for a cause we believe in'. Rightfully worried, Marcy wondered if her plan to humiliate the Deltas had backfired on her in a spectacular way.
    Allison Jarvis, the Delta President, saw the look of consternation on Marcy's face. Stepping forward, Allison showed off her 'uniform' to the slack-jawed Gals. "Hi, Marcy. I'm so glad you and your sorority sisters could make it." She grinned like an innocent, eyeing the Gals' huge, and quite snug, shirts. "What's this? Apparently you decided to make this a fair game after all. I bet you had a devil of a time wrangling up 39 pairs of plastiskin breasts on such short notice. Or did you plan this all along?"
    "Shut up, Bubbles!" Marcy wasn't in the mood for Allison's small talk. "Somehow you and your boob girls were responsible for this." She poked her left tit for emphasis. The gyrations made Wesley feel anxious again. "You're still gonna lose. The Gals will use their breasts against you in the worst way."
    "I'm shaking in my shoes, Marcy. I assume we will be using tournament rules? If so, I've taken the liberty of finding people to officiate the game."
    "And who did you find on such short notice?" Marcy said smugly.
    Allison's reply was delivered in an unassuming manner. "The Women's Amateur Volleyball Club. They also play soccer on occasion, and they know the soccer rules by heart."
    "The Volleyball Club?" Marcy sputtered out. More accurately, the club was called the Women's Amateur Sand Volleyball Club. That meant sixteen bikini-clad women played their games on sand volleyball courts, both on the NDU campus and around town. What made them so popular was their chosen breast size, for their lovely norks were as big as the volleyballs they played with. Marcy saw some 'officials' nearby. They were dressed in officiating gear, the traditional black-and-white stripped shirt and white shorts. Whistles were included, which hung between their shirt-clad glories like men trapped between two looming boulders.
    "Do you have a problem with the chosen officials, Marcy? I can also get the Mens Amateur..."
    "The women will do just fine, thank you, and yes, we'll be using the standard tournament rules. However," Marcy brandished a tasking finger, "this game cannot end in a tie. If the score is tied at the end of ninety minutes, the game will continue until the tie is broken."
    "That's acceptable by me. Want to shake on it?" Allison's offered hand went unclaimed. "Well, suit yourself. I want this to be an enjoyable game."
    "It will be enjoyable, watching your girls fall down and getting those 'shirts' all dirty." Marcy's sudden about-face knocked Wesley down. He was hit full in the chest by Marcy's bust, but he smiled as he stood back up. "C'mon, girls," she said hotly, "let's get to our benches and prepare." Grabbing Wesley by the hand, Marcy pulled her boyfriend along like a reluctant puppy. There were so many top-heavy girls for him to ogle, but Wesley had to make do with a sideline view. At the very least, he could see the Gals up close and personal.
    Thaddeus came up to Allison, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I have to admit that Marcy has taken this game seriously. She's here only because she's convinced her Gals to follow through on their word."
    Allison's sigh made her 250cm bust heave like twin bubbles of dough. "I can give her credit for keeping her word. She had no choice, really. Not after what she said on the datacast and in that call she made. Ah!" She pointed to an approaching figure. "It's Ms Garber."
    "Oh my!" Belinda Garber drew closer. "What wonderful... 'uniforms' you girls have." She eyed Allison's get-up with approval. "You look like a busty Amazon princess, Allison. Those Gals will tremble when they see the Deltas run confidently on the field."
    "Thank you, Belinda. Were you successful?"
    Smiling, the Delta housemother undid four blouse buttons. She withdrew Stamp the Minicomp from her heavenly cleavage. "The mission was a complete success. I was 'educating' Mr Lymoor on Greek Council procedure while Stamp erased the video footage. Amazingly, Lymoor didn't make copies." She kissed the minicomp full on the screen. If it could, Stamp would've blushed. "Lymoor is going to be a mite upset when he finds the recording chip melted and fused in his camera. No way in Heaven or Hell can he reconstruct the data."
    Belinda handed Stamp over to Thaddeus. The tall electronics expert had some questions of his own. "Stamp, were you sure that slagging the chip was the only way? Couldn't you have settled on reformatting the chip?"
    "Couldn't take the remote chance of the data being restored by a professional, Thaddeus," said Stamp in his defense. "Slag is slag, that's what I say."
    "That's okay, Stamp. I'm sure that Grandpa would've said the same thing. Just one more question. Did you ask Ms Garber to put you in her cleavage? Or was she in too much of a hurry getting dressed to put you in her purse?"
    "Thaddeus Eddings!" Belinda playfully pinched Thaddeus like a boy who said a bad word. "Be nice and behave! Stamp asked nicely, and explained his reasons. He did do his job, and he deserved a nice reward."
    "She speaks truthfully, Thaddeus." Stamp gradually picked up nuances of human speech in his 95 years of existence. He did indeed sound sincere. "Your Grandma often carried me in her cleavage as she did housework. I read stories to her as she worked."
    Thaddeus grunted as the Deltas moved to their side of the field. "Well, that explains some things. When I was a kid, I really thought my Grandma's bust could talk."
    Allison landed a firm slap on Thaddeus' backside. "Thad, a mere jiggle of a woman's bust can tell a whole story. You don't need a minicomp to tell you that."
    "And you don't need to be a rocket scientist to know that you're charged for the game. Your nips are rude."
    "Thad!"
    "I call them as I see them, love."
 

12

8:35 a.m. Both Gals and Deltas were ready. Each team had eleven players on the field, the maximum amount allowed by the rules. The 2,500 spectators were vocal with their support. Only a trifling 100 made it known that they were Gal supporters. Most of them were Kappa Omegas, boyfriends of the Gals on the field. The Deltas had their boyfriends, and in some cases their fiancees, at the game as well. They knew how important this game was for their women, and gave them all the supportive hugs and kisses they could. After hearing what kind of uniforms their belles were wearing, the boyfriends were really eager to see the game (wink).
    The Gals won the coin toss, giving them the honor of  starting play. It was Lucy who delivered the kick, a solid hit despite the fact she held her bust in her arms as she ran. Unfortunately, Lucy placed too much force in the kick. Instead of a few feet, the ball flew down the soccer field. Florence, a Delta, charged the incoming ball, her arms swinging free. The memory plastic shirt kept her bust from bouncing all over the place. Just as her bust obscured the ball, Florence kicked outwards, sending the ball forwards. A teammate ahead of her intercepted the ball with panache.
    That was when the trouble started for the Gals. Accustomed to seeing their legs and feet as they played, they were having a bit of a spell gauging the position of the ball up close. They took their best guess kicking when the ball was near their feet. More often than not they missed, sometimes badly. Two Gals fell unceremoniously on their chests while another landed on her butt in the first four minutes alone. On the other side, the Deltas had three of their players fall down, but that was due to the genuine grass on the field.
    Exploiting their experience gained through big-bust living, the Deltas ran confidently and nimbly. Using lateral kicks and wall passes (give and go), the Deltas took the fight to the Gals' side of the field. In the announcer's booth, Stamp and one of the volleyball club girls gave running commentary over the PA system. They punctuated their observations with cheers and hoots of praise.
    Marcy didn't like what she was seeing. For the first fifteen minutes the Deltas were holding their own against her girls. Angrily, Marcy though her girls could do better if they would just stop thinking about their boobs. In fact, she said so. "Dammit!" She yelled at her teammates on the field. "Your boobs won't fall off, for the love for God! Bear up to the discomfort! Stop holding your norks!"
    "Easy for you to say!" said Rosa, sitting on a bench behind Marcy. Rosa was one of the girls who fell on her breasts during the opening minutes. The pain the fall caused was enough to make her cry. Tear stains were still on her cheeks. "It feels like you're perpetually falling forward. We need our arms to keep from spilling out of our shirts."
    "Shut up, Rosa!" Marcy looked vicious. "Feeble excuses like yours are keeping us from winning!" Making a distinct handsignal, Marcy had one player in the field come back to the benches. In her place, Marcy went out onto the field. Her eyes were like focused lasers as she viewed her opponents' half naked appearance. She wanted to win. She didn't care how many fouls and free kicks to the Deltas it took. It will only take one point to win. Marcy wanted to score that point.
    At the Delta benches, Allison saw her opposite number take the field. "Looks like Marcy is going to lead from the front. I should follow her example."
    "Be careful, Ally." Tonya looked concerned. "That witch is running on hate, and she won't be taking prisoners."
    "If she gets rowdy, I'll just poke her eyes out." Ally patted her right breast. "My nips are still rude and ready to do some damage."
    "Then make it look like an accident." Tonya giggled. She watched her friend take to the field, replacing a player who had grounded hard on her left side. Dirt and grass blades stained the white color of her shirt and left sock.
    "Ally gonna put the scare into them," said the girl as she brushed off the offending debris from her left side.
    Tonya grunted in agreement. "I would be scared too if I saw rude beachballs with equally rude nips running toward me."

For the next eight minutes the Deltas increased pressure on the Gals. Still feeling awkward and embarrassed, the Gals continued to hold their breasts. Clutching their feminine mass with dear life, the Gals gave the impression that they were topless girls trying to outrun a horde of Glom Goblins.
    Allison and her teammates performed as if they weren't carrying breasts at all. They attacked the ball with a ferocity usually associated with bushbears. Heaving norks sorely tested the memory plastic, but the garments persevered. The Gals had their moments, kicking hard and fast as they tried to regain the initiative. But it wasn't enough to stop the Deltas as they worked closer and closer to the Gal goal.
    One Gal kicked a bit too hard, sending the soccer ball flying. It impacted against the left breast of a Delta, ricocheting like a deflected bullet. Another Delta pounced on the ball and sent it toward Allison. The line-up was perfect. With arms swinging and norks heaving, Allison sent the ball toward the goal. The ball was simply moving too fast, and the goalkeeper was still reluctant to take risks due to her beachballs. In any other game the ball would've been deflected, but here a half-hearted jump would've made the difference.
    In the 24th minute of the game the Deltas scored the first point. The crowd cheered for the briefest of moments before they gasped in concern. Marcy was literally on Allison's heels when the scoring kick was made. Like the ball, Marcy was moving too fast. A moment of hesitation was all it took to kick the ball. Marcy's breasts rammed Allison from behind, sending both girls down to the ground. Players from both sides gathered around the fallen leaders, checking their condition.
    "Whoa!" proclaimed Stamp from the announcer's booth. "That was a nasty spill there. Let's hope those belles can get back on their feet." Allison remained on the ground, face down. Marcy just shrugged off all offers of assistance. She stood tall, brushing off blades of grass from her bust.
    Hanna, a Delta trained in first aid, settled next to Allison. "Where are you hurt, honey?"
    Allison rolled onto her back, her face in a grimace of pain. "My right ankle. I think it got all bendy-wendy on me."
    Hanna examined the ankle and tentatively touched it. Allison winced in pain again. "Either way, you're going to sit on the benches until I can properly check this out. I think no bones were broken. Florence, Julia," she said to two Deltas standing nearby, "grab an arm. I'll carry the legs." As delicately as they could, the trio carried their injured leader to the sidelines.
    At the Gal benches Marcy was all smiles. "There, I got that sanctimonious bitch good! She wouldn't have been injured if she wasn't so top-heavy."
    "It could've happened to you, Marcy." said Lucy. She applied a quick-heal cream to a nasty scratch on her left forearm. "You're lucky that the officials didn't declare the collision to be a deliberate act. That would've sidelined you for ten minutes."
    "Yet I wasn't! Now Tonya will be out on the field. She better stay away from me, that's all."
    But Marcy's not going to avoid her, Lucy thought. This vendetta of hers has the potential of turning this game into Australian Rules Football.

The game continued. Tonya was sent out on the field as Allison's replacement. Opposite to her was Marcy. One didn't need binoculars to see the sparks exchanged between them.
    "This should be interesting, Sherri," said Stamp from his vantage point. "Marcy Marchand has made it known previously that she doesn't like Tonya Kosiba at all."
    "I agree, Stamp," said the full-chested and lovely co-announcer sitting next to Stamp. "Tonya is known for her incredible good looks and her paint-blistering vocabulary."
    "That can get her into trouble, Sherri. A player swearing directly at another player is a yellow-card violation."
    Sherri focused her video-pickup on the action below and zoomed in. "Wow," said she excitedly, "the ball wasn't in play yet, and the yellow card came out. Knowing Tonya, it had to be something graphic and suggestive."

"Damn invert!" Tonya stormed back to the sidelines and sat in a huff. She was out on the field for a full six minutes before she was red-carded. "Marcy did everything she could to trip me up. Those officials must be using sonar vision instead of their eyes."
    Allison was sitting next to her hot-headed friend. Her right ankle wrapped up in an ice pouch, Allison had to settle with watching the game and giving advice to the replacement players. "Tonya, the volleyball girls don't like the Gals, but I made them swear to be impartial. It's only fair." She placed her hand on Tonya's left knee. "You could've said nothing, but your potty mouth wouldn't have any of it, right?"
    Tonya placed her hand on top of Allison's, giving it a soft squeeze. "Damn right. Marcy was taunting me, making fun of my family. No-one insults my mother and gets away with it. If I catch Marcy alone in a parking lot after this..."
    "Tonya!"
    "...I'll give her the meanest look ever created by a human being. Make her pee her pants, I will!" Tonya laughed and hugged her friend. "Your moderating influence has finally affected me, Allison. I wish Marcy Invert would get a clue."
    Standing nearby was Poni, Janelle's boyfriend. He turned to Thaddeus, who was getting sport drinks for both Allison and Tonya. "Thaddeus," said the New Sardinia boy, "what's an invert?"
    "Ah, that's a slang term used here on Outback." Thaddeus decided to add more drink to the girls' insulated cups. "Invert is a word used to describe a girl who represses her femininity. Girls who play sports to the exclusion of other activities are often called Inverts."
    "But what does it mean? Invert? Certainly not introverted?"
    "No, no, Poni. Invert as in the ability of a girl to invert her nipples, thus hiding a prominent symbol of female arousal and sexuality."
    "Oh, I see." Poni spied Janelle farther down the line. Both lovebirds blew kisses at each other. "Our Deltas will never have that term applied to them."
    "You're so right, Poni. Now, if you'll excuse me, I know two thirsty girls who are in need of a drink."
 

13

In the 43rd minute of the game the Gals made their 'big push'. Emboldened by the example set by Marcy, the other nine Gals on the field no-longer secured their busts while running. The resulting gyrations and movement brought hoots of approval from the spectators. Even more so, the Gals' breasts shook like wild beasts underneath the shirt fabric as they ran.
    There were some casualties. In their drive toward the Delta goal three Gals succumbed to the law of gravity and landed chest-first on the grass. Another yelped as the ball bounced off her bust. One girl's shorts developed a rip, exposing her pink panties to the crowd. There was much rejoicing. Yeah.
    Yet the shorts weren't the only things that ripped. All the girls, except the Gal goalie, developed rips down both sides of their shirts. Running and juking only aggravated the situation, the rips getting longer and longer. In the process, more breast surface area was exposed. The crowd noticed this, for their hoots and jeers increased as the breasts became ever more visible.
    Marcy's shirt was the first one where the rips completed their logical conclusion. It was only the thin collar that kept the shirt together. The breasts, free from the shirt's confinement, jostled and quivered for everyone's enjoyment. The front half of the dead shirt was little more than an outsized napkin, totally at the mercy of the forces placed on it.
    Running hard, Marcy intercepted the ball and kicked it toward a teammate. Her bust pushed forward, exposing most of her chest-flesh in the process. On the sidelines, her boyfriend Wesley gawked in utter joy as he saw Marcy play like a sports valkyrie. He didn't care that everyone else was watching the same game. To Wesley, it was one of his fantasies made flesh, except that Marcy was way bigger than he dared dream about. He wasn't complaining, of course.
    The battle at the Delta goal intensified as the seconds ticked closer to the forty-five minute mark. Marcy, with her breasts spilling out the sides of her ripped shirt, juked and danced in front of the goal. Then the soccer ball appeared before her. With a devilish kick, the Gal captain sent the ball flying at the net. The Delta goalie made a running dive, but her hands fell short by the slimmest of margins. As the goalie landed hard on her bust, the ball continued to sail until it hit the inside of the net. The booing of the Gals was just as loud as the cheering for the Deltas. Oblivious to the derision heaped upon herself and her girls, Marcy lead her team off the field for the fifteen minute half-time. The score was tied one-to-one.
    Ms Tyrol accompanied the Gals to the stadium. She brought a hefty supply of chameleon patches. Going from girl to girl, she applied patches to the ripped shirts. In seconds, the patches integrated themselves with the shirt fabric and eliminated the rips. As the name implied, these patches took on the same color of the fabric they repaired. A person looking at the shirts couldn't have known that they were torn asunder by wobbling beachballs just minutes earlier. "An excellent shot, Miss Marchand," said Tyrol as she mended Marcy's shirt. "It's wonderful to see that you girls can still play despite your 'predicament'."
    Marcy slammed down a full cup of sports drink. She wiped her sweat covered forehead with a hand towel. Her shirt was heavy with sweat as well. Nipples and areolae were clearly visible past the wet fabric. Wesley absently looked at the unintended display. "Good God of Oz, Wesley! Take a picture, will you!" She watched Wesley walk away in a sulk. "Cripes, what is his problem?"
    "I'd say you're the problem, Marcy."
    "Ms Tyrol..."
    Tyrol silenced the girl with a raised hand. "For over a year you've treated Wesley like a slave. He helped you when your academic bottom was in the fire. He volunteered to help you in sorority events. In return, you slighted him in front of others and acted like a cold fish to his genuine, heartfelt advances. I don't know why he puts up with your scorn, but I know this. You're the kind of girl who doesn't know a good thing even when it bites her in the ass."
    "A good thing?" Marcy blurted. She slapped her breasts for emphasis. "These things? I know Wesley is a closet breast-lover. He'll only love me now for my tits."
    "Those have a part to play. I don't doubt it." Tyrol patted the front of Marcy's left nork. "By a good thing I mean Wesley. Outwardly he's awkward and lustful, but inside I suspect there's a patient, compassionate man. He's definitely patient, considering what he had to put up from you." Marcy wanted to say something on that point, but Tyrol pressed onwards. "If you recall, only Wesley chose to dance with you at the Homecoming Dance last year. He saw something in you that no-one else saw - a girl who wanted to love and be loved in return."
    Marcy stepped away from Tyrol. With a fixed face, she looked down her bust at the little woman. "I don't want to hear anymore of this tripe. There's a game to be won, and I want the Gals to win. I'll settle things with Wesley later."
    "But don't make it too late, Marcy. I would rather see you lose the game than lose the man who loves you with an open heart."
    Indignant, Marcy turned and walked toward Lucy. Plans and strategies had to be made for the second half of the game.

"Oh, God, my boobs hurt like all get-out," said the Delta goalie as she was helped onto a bench. "That last fall was bad. It felt like all my boob-stuff was exploding outta my ears."
    "I share your pain, Osa," replied another girl. "For natural grass and earth, the playing field has the characteristics of plasticrete."
    Out of the forty-five Deltas, Allison and Tonya had to bench fifteen of them due to injuries and severe discomfort. Most boys assume that a girl with oversized norks would experience pleasure when she fell on them. Only at very low gravity would that be the case and definitely not at normal gravity. Ms Garber and Hanna did what they could to alleviate the girls' distress. What the injured Deltas really needed were breast massages and a good long soak in a hot tub. Both of those options were denied for now. For one thing, there were no hot tubs at the stadium. Plus giving the fanboys in the audience a free view of boob massages in progress wouldn't be prudent.
    Tonya walked down the line, giving encouragement to her friends. Then she came upon Janelle. The freckled-faced girl looked taciturn. "Why so glum, Jan? We'll win the game. Righteousness will see us through."
    "I'm not so sure, Tonya. It seems the Gammas have overcome their breast-hesitation. Now they're not afraid of having their boobs exposed."
    "You may have something there, Jan. Perhaps the Deltas should go completely topless." Tonya giggled. "But I suppose that would be too unfair. There has to be another way to make this game more interesting. What's a constant in a soccer game?"
    Janelle thought for a moment. "Well, when I played soccer back in grade school, the field was always wet. The groundskeeper couldn't get it in her head that the near-grass didn't need that much water..."
    "Bingo!" Tonya snapped her fingers. "Mud! That what we are missing!" For a moment Tonya was silent, for she sent a 'ware signal to Stamp up in the announcer's booth. "After all, what is a soccer game without a bit of rain to liven things up?"
    Tonya had hardly finished speaking when the field sprinklers turned on. For the remainder of half-time those sprinklers drenched the field with cool water. Oh, Marcy did protest, but her words fell on deaf ears. Having the field watered during half-time was perfectly legal. Point in fact, soccer games often continued in rain showers. Only a really good downpour would halt a game. Twelve minutes of man-made rain was nothing compared to a thirty minute drenching offered by an Outback rain shower. The desired effect was achieved, however. Now the girls on both sides had to contend with slipping on muddy ground. The Deltas were far more sure-footed on slippery ground that the Gals, who played most of the time on artificial grass.
    Half-time was over. The teams reassembled on the field. The ball was in the possession of the Gals. Marcy took it upon herself to kick the ball. She failed to take into account the wet grass as she approached the ball. Like an ice skater, Marcy landed on her butt. A brand-new rip formed right down the middle of her shirt. Getting back on her feet, the rip increased, moving up and down her bust. The crowd applauded the inadvertent peep show. Marcy ignored Lucy's sideline calls to have the shirt mended. The Gal captain was going to stay on the field to the very end.
    Marcy's fall wasn't the last. Far from it. The wet playing field wrecked the Gals' newfound confidence in their footing and balance. Gals ended on their bums and busts. Grass and mud stains found their way onto every Gal on the field. The Deltas also had their spills on the grass, but those occurred less frequently.
    In the 76th minute a spectacular collision happened between two Gals. Both were so intent on kicking the ball that they ran into one another bust-first. The shirts, tight as they were sticking to the Gals' sweaty busts, simply exploded open like confetti pops. Adding insults to injury, both girls fell backwards on a particularly bare patch of ground. Mud thoroughly covered their backs and soaked through their shorts. Wet and upset, those two Gals sat out for the rest of the game. Ms Tyrol covered the girls with huge towels to restore their dignity.
    Lucy kept a careful watch on the game. She noticed something very important. It was the older Deltas that were doing most of the kicking and passing. If those girls were out of the way... Lucy looked at two of her sorority sisters, both of whom were just as talented and intimidating on the field as Marcy. "Xusa, Pasla," she said to them. "You two will go out next. Prove to the Deltas that the bigger the boobs the harder they fall."

"Damn!" Tonya crushed her third cup in a row. "We're losing players left and right out there."
    "The Gals are losing players too, Tonya." From her bench spot, Allison watched one of her girls being helped to the sidelines. She was tripped up by one of the Gals, and landed hard on her elbow. "They're burning through their top players like a box of matches."
    "Yeah, and they've taken out our senior girls with them. Nine more injuries, Ally. As it stands, both we and the Gals have the same number of players left." Tonya looked out on the field, rubbing the side of her left breast absently. "They took out our senior girls on purpose. All of our remaining reserve players are freshmen... and they're scared."
    "Scared, eh?" Allison stood up, mindful of her injured ankle. "Gather those girls here, Tonya. They'll need a pep talk before I send them out there."
    Allison, is that wise? We can't afford to send out scared girls out there."
    "Do what I say, Tonya. It will be all right."
    A few moments later Tonya had the three freshmen that formed the Deltas' reserve gather in front of Allison. Janelle, Charlotte, and Hanna were also the shortest of the Deltas; none were taller than 157cm - Janelle's height. Allison sat back down so even her relatively modest height wouldn't intimidate the girls. "I'll be as brief as possible. I know what you three are thinking. You've seen what the Gammas are doing out on the field. They're deliberating making our girls fall down and get injured. Yes, the Gammas have lost players too. Most of them have been red-carded and can't play anymore. In any other game, this would've resulted in a forfeit, but this is not any other game. We will continue to play until one side scores the winning goal."
    Allison placed a dainty hand on top of her bust. "You three have shown courage and fortitude all semester, carrying the breasts you have now. More so than a strong back and thighs, it takes a big heart to support such busts. Now, use those hearts and give your best effort in the game. Those little kids are depending on us. Show the world that the only thing larger than a Delta's breasts is her heart."
    "We will, Allison," said Janelle eagerly. "We'll do the Deltas proud."
 

14

Marcy took in a lungful of air. The very act of breathing pushed her bust through the huge rip in the front of her shirt. The fidgeting fabric lost its war on the left side, for the whole of Marcy's left breast was utterly exposed for God and everyone to see. She didn't care, and the other nine Gals on the field didn't care either. Their shirts were in various stages of ruin. One girl lost the whole front of her shirt; only the collar and back half remained. When she ran, it was like she had a cape fluttering behind her. Stamp had dubbed that girl Wonder Globes in his announcements over the PA system.
    "Ah," said Sherri, the other game announcer, "the Deltas have sent the last of their fresh girls on the field. Perhaps this infusion of new talent will invigorate the Deltas to score the winning goal."
    "It remains to be seen, Sherri." Stamp had the video remotes zoom in on Poni. "There's Poni, the boyfriend of Delta 38, Janelle Popham. I'm sure he's hoping his girl will score the winning goal. If she does, I'm even more sure that Poni will help Jan score in another way after the game."
    Because she couldn't pinch Stamp since he was a minicomp, Sherri settled on giving a swift tap to his screen. "Stamp, mind your tongue!" she said in a playfully scornful tone.
    "I call them as I see them, Sherri," replied Stamp with panache.
    Back on the field, Marcy viewed the three new Delta players with contempt. To her, Janelle, Hanna, and Charlotte were three little runts who thought they could mix it up with the big girls. Boy, was she ever wrong. With just four minutes left in regulation play the three newcomers showed their mettle. For them, the Gals were lumbering, dim-witted giants. They danced about and tormented the 'heavier' Gals with fresh energy and agility. Marcy was livid, yet she couldn't bring herself to call her own replacements into the game. She wanted the satisfaction of winning the game with what she had on the field now.
    The 88th minute. With Florence as the senior Delta on the field, the Deltas made an all-out attack on the Gals' goal. Janelle and her two friends frustrated the Gals' attempts to take the ball away. The Gal dubbed Wonder Globes lost her footing and landed bust-first on a worn-out section of the field. The front of her globes looked as if she dunked them in a huge cup of chocolate. Had Marcy clenched her teeth any harder then they would've fused together.
    Now it was the 92nd minute, the gaming going into the agreed upon overtime. The score was still tied, and the Gals lost another player. Even the introduction of a replacement didn't change matters. The other Gals were simply spent. Back, thigh, and arm muscles were fighting too many battles at once. A brief respite was what they needed. Janelle, Hanna, and Charlotte didn't give the Gals the chance.
    Marcy, her breasts heaving and nipples erect and rude, tried to crowd Hanna away from the goal. She failed, for the little Delta simply juked to the left and sent the ball toward Janelle. With her balance lost, Marcy fell again, her bust painfully cushioning her impact against the ground. She turned over on her back, her right breast now as exposed as her left. That mattered little, for she saw Janelle kick the ball high and hard toward the goal. Oh, Marcy did her best to will the ball higher so it would miss the goal. It didn't work. The Gal goalie jumped as high as she could. The stress on the shirt was great enough to cause it to rip open top to bottom. Her glorious breasts were released from the confines of the tight fabric. The goalie's fingers were so close to the ball that she felt the disturbed air in its passing. She missed it by that slimmest of margins. The soccer ball entered the goal just under the top bar. Game point.

If one took the time to analyze the sound in the stadium and isolated one voice, they would find that Poni indeed was yelling the loudest. The Deltas rushed onto the field to congratulate Janelle for scoring the winning point. They carried the plucky girl up in the air. When she was brought down, Janelle found Poni waiting for her. Stamp was proven partly correct when Poni gave his girl a hug and kiss. Pulling back a little, the grinning boy placed his hand on the front of Jan's right breast. The nipple underneath the plastic was erect and proud, and Poni teased it with his fingers. "You're a righteous woman, my Janelle. Even on New Sardinia a righteous woman doesn't allow erect nipples to interfere in her duties."
    Janelle giggled. "That's sweet, Poni." She pushed her bust forward a bit, making Poni's hand lose its place over the nipple. "You can stop doing that now. If you remove your hand off my naked buttcheek I'll take my hands off your covered ones." Blushing, since he knew that everyone around him saw what was happening, Poni stopped his personal display of affection.
    "You know, Jan, I've decided to give you a new nickname."
    "What may that be, my tettarolo?"
    Poni played a finger across Jan's cheeks. "I'll call you Quindici when we're sharing deep affection for each other."
    "Quindici? 15?"
    "Yes. You have 15 freckles on your face."
    "Poni, I have only 14."
    "Oh," said the sly boy, "did you count this one?" He kissed his girlfriend, the crowd around them hooting and whistling their approval.
    On the field was another set of lovebirds. Thaddeus had Allison lean on him as they made their way to Janelle. An opening in the crowd was made without a word spoken. Allison offered her hand to the russet-haired girl. The new Delta hero gladly took that hand and shook it. "Congratulations, Janelle." Allison said sweetly. "You've proven yourself a true Delta. The incident that lead us here today will no-longer be spoken."
    Janelle looked past her friend. "I want to believe that, Allison. Marcy definitely has something to say. We may yet face some bad press."
    With gentle support, Thaddeus helped Allison turn to face the Gals. All the Gals on the field bore evidence of their effort, whether it was messed-up hair, dirty and torn shirts, ice pouches, or bandaged arms and legs. Marcy, her beachball breasts naked and dirty, was still venting steam. She pointed an arrow-like finger at Allison. "You... You... Bubble Bimbo! You don't deserve to win! I'll have Lymoor go ahead with what we discussed."
    Allison stood up straight, though it meant putting weight on her injured ankle. She bore the pain and kept it out of her voice. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Marcy. That'll make us go to the Greek Council with evidence."
    "What evidence? You have..."
    "...Everything." Thaddeus finished the sentence. "Conning your boyfriend to cook the Kappa Omega books is a much worse infraction that inflating the breasts of your girls. I wondered how your sorority was going to pay the 6,500 dollars if the Deltas won. So I checked your accounts last night and followed the electronic paper trail back to the source."
    "Ah! Spying on our accounts, eh?" Marcy placed her crossed arms on top of her bust. "You've admitted that you inflated our breasts. You just had to cheat in order to win."
    Allison took a step forward, still ignoring the pain in her ankle. "And you had to get greedy. You blackmailed us to lose the game, and give you the money meant for the sick little kids at Maryland Hospital. Well, Lymoor is out of the loop and now you owe the Deltas 6,500 dollars."
    Lucy and the other Gals looked at Marcy. That is to say they were looking at Marcy. "What's this talk about 6,500 dollars? The game was just for 500." Lucy looked Marcy in the eye. "Marcy, what's this all about?"
    Marcy's accusing finger began to tremble. "It was our best chance to ruin the Delta's name on campus! Lymoor filmed that girl," she pointed to Janelle, "making out in the main room of the Delta sorority house with her boyfriend. That alone would've soiled the Delta's name, but I wanted to increase the stakes. In exchange for losing the game, the Deltas would've handed over their CCF money to us and get the Lymoor film in return. The Deltas would've been seen as foolish, boastful girls who placed too much faith in their pitiful sports skills."
    Allison took another step forward. Thaddeus stayed close to her just in case she needed help to stand. "Marcy, it's your stupid hatred for the Deltas that made us take this course of action. We couldn't let you and Lymoor get away with blackmail. Giving your sorority girls beachball breasts made the game a real challenge for both sides. It made for a fair game."
    Marcy's lips were trembling, but no words came from her mouth. Lucy took the silence as her cue to speak. "Allison, we don't approve of what you did to us, but I understand the reasoning behind your action. Had Marcy told us about the deal she made with Lymoor, I and the other girls would never have gone through with this. On behalf of the Gammas I forgive you for what you did to our sorority. Can you forgive us in return?"
    "I most certainly can, Lucy. Speaking for the Deltas, I forgive your sorority for the words and deeds that have lead up to this game."
    "Thank you." Lucy locked her arms under bust and pushed upwards slightly. Some cleavage became evident through the top of her shirt. "I have one question. Will our breasts be stuck at this size forever?"
    "Unless you want to stay that big, Lucy. Have your wetware order your 8G nanites to start shrinking your breasts. At the rate of five centimeters per day, you and your girls can return to their normal sizes in a month."
    "A month?!" Marcy barked out. Everyone looked at the Gamma President. "A month's wait to have my norks shrunk to normal? That's too long."
    Tonya couldn't stay silent any longer. "Don't complain, Marcy. It'll take the Deltas a month also to return to normal. However, not everyone will do so. Some of your girls seem to like being bigger."
    Turning, Marcy saw eight of her girls caressing their norks like precious jewelry. The two girls that fondled each other's breasts earlier were at it again. Ripped shirts gave the breast caressing an erotic air. "Stop touching your boobs, damn you! They've corrupted you with their boob-centered view of the world. Stealing our boyfriends wasn't enough..."
    "She's wigging out." Allison observed.
    "Like a live jackalope on a barbie," Thaddeus added. "She needs a sedative." Thad pulled out a hypo from this fanny pack and threw it at Lucy. She caught it automatically. "Lucy, use that on Marcy. It'll calm her down."
    Lucy used the hypo, but Marcy continued her ranting. Confused, Thad checked his fanny pack, and pulled out another hypo - the correct hypo. "Oh dear God. This is the sedative. Then that means Marcy got..."
    Marcy's verbal diarrhea ended when she felt an all-encompassing heat in her breasts. Her eyes grew as big as her stomach as she watched her bust grow. The Gals around her gave her room, just in case she exploded. Marcy's eyes appeared to get wet as her bust moved down past her waist. To her sides, her norks went beyond the elbows of her outstretched arms. When her might spheres of flesh obscured her knees Marcy began to cry. She sat on the ground, letting the growing breasts go on about their business.
    "Thad," Allison asked worriedly, "just how big will she get?"
    "I'm ashamed to admit it, Love, but the 40th injection was meant for Marcy in the first place. I'd figured that with a beanbag bust, Marcy would've been on the sidelines during the game. That would've given us more of a chance to win."
    "That's water under the bridge, Thad. Now, just how big is she going to get?"
    Marcy's growth stopped. In less than twenty seconds her already huge bust doubled in size. For all intents and purposes she was a pillow woman. "Well, as you can see," Thad indicated to the inflated Gamma President, "Marcy now has a bust/height ratio of 3. Her bust now measures 550 centimeters. A little bit of mass-adding Bubbles mixed with nanites apparently goes a long way."
    "550!" Marcy looked at the top of her super-sized lungs, taking note of every quiver caused by her breathing and touching. "Good God of Oz! It'll take me three months to shrink down to normal. Three months of big boobs just like the Deltas..." She cried again. Allison felt the need to reassure her former foe, but someone else had the same idea. Wesley appeared and sat next to his girlfriend. He said soothing words and removed tears from her wet face with a tender finger. A counter-grav pallet was brought to the scene. The Gals lifted their president and her prodigious load onto the pallet. Wesley was still by Marcy's side, holding her hand as the procession moved off the field.
    Allison got Lucy's attention. "Hey, Lucy! About the 500 dollars. You can keep it. The Delta CCF is more than enough. That 500 dollars will be better spent on making Marcy comfortable."
    "Thank you, Allison. You're okay in my book." Allison accepted Lucy's offered hand. After the handshake Lucy followed her girls off the field.
    "One problem solved," said Thad. "Now what's next?"
    Allison winced when the pain in her ankle flared to new heights. "First off, I better sit for a moment." With Thad's help, Ally got back down on a bench. "I need to go to a walk-in clinic and have this ankle looked at, just to be sure."
    "I'll be happy to carry you, Ally. Oh," Thad pointed to an approaching figure, "it's Mr Lymoor. What's he going to say to us now?"
    The Deltas had brought along one of their guard dachshunds, Trigger, to serve as a team mascot. With Lymoor approaching, the little dog should've been barking at the man, or at the least growl. Incredibly, Trigger trundled over to Lymoor and raised a forepaw for a shake. Lymoor stooped down to accommodate Trigger's gesture. He also patted the dog on the head. Ally and Thad watched on in a bit of bewilderment; something really happened between Garber and Lymoor last night.
    Garber walked up to Lymoor, her eyes wide and innocent. "Lamont, about last night..."
    Lymoor stopped her with the wave of his hand. "I know what you did, Belinda. You made me see what a fool I've been in my petty grudge against the Deltas. My camera needs to be fixed, but that's a small price to pay for sharing your love." He then picked up the little woman, hugging and kissing her with a special passion. People around them felt a bit awkward, blushing and looking away, pretending not to notice. Lymoor placed his woman back on the ground. "I would like it very much if could dine with me tonight. The Redstone Rib House, at 7 p.m."
    "I'd be delighted, Lamont. I'll wear a nice dress for the occasion. You can pick me up at the Delta Delta house at 6:30."
    "Very good. You're twice the woman in half the body."
    "And your heart beats with the passion of ten lovers."
    "Oh!" Lymoor exclaimed. "You forgot this." He removed something from underneath his suit jacket. It was Garber's white and pink bra. "28Z isn't my size."
    "But it's mine." Garber beamed as she accepted the garment. "Thank you for returning it. See you at 6:30."
    "See you, Belinda." Lymoor left the field. Ally and Thad looked a bit incredulous at Garber.
    "Umm, Belinda," Ally said, "you did more than tease Mr Lymoor with your body last night, right? You and he actually... made out?"
    Garber looked justifiably smug. "We made our own little earthquake in the bedroom last night, Allison. He made me feel young again. I'm hot and I still got it where it counts."
    "I never doubted you, Belinda. Thad, we better get going to the clinic."
    Thad was fishing something out of his fanny pack. "Just one moment, Ally. With all the running around yesterday I had just enough time to stop by the shop." He produced a small box and showed it to Ally.
    "Thad, dear, I don't think this is the time to announce it officially."
    "Ally, I can't think of a better time to say the words to you. Your friends are all here to see it for themselves." Thad got on one knee before Ally. He opened the box and held it up to her. "Allison, will you pledge to be my wife?"
    With happy fingers, Ally removed her engagement ring from the box and placed it on her finger. "Of course I will. Will you pledge to be my husband?"
    Thad took the other ring and wore it. "Yes I will." With that both he and Allison kissed. The other Deltas and Ms Garber clapped in celebration.
    "Now, if you're quite through," Allison giggled, "carry me away."
    Without a moment's hesitation, Thad lifted his woman up in his arms. Ally's left breast was pressed up against his chest. On the other side, Thad's right arm was pressing into Ally's right breast. Carrying the ultra-buxom woman of your dreams in your arms was the fantasy of every boy. Considering Ally's size, Thad was joyful that he could carry Ally at all.
    The young couple started to walk away. They saw several other Deltas leaving with their boyfriends too, including Janelle and Poni. Those two lovebirds had an arm wrapped around each other's waist as they walked together, undoubtedly exchanging sweet nothings between them. It was a fair assumption that the Deltas were going to have wonderful baths that morning in their boyfriends' apartments. Heaven knows the girls deserved it (wink).
    A girl, one of the volleyball volunteers, ran up to Thad and Ally. It was Sherri, Stamp's partner in the announcer's booth. "Oh, Thaddeus! You forget something."  She partially unzipped her shirt and dipped a hand into her cleavage. Out came Stamp, the wonderful but mischievous minicomp. Sherri gave the little device to Allison.
    "Thank you, Sherri," said Thaddeus. "Stamp, you have to stop asking girls to place you in their cleavage. One of these days you'll be crushed flat."
    "I wouldn't mind, Thaddeus," replied Stamp, his voice lackadaisical in tone. "If I ever cease to be, then that is way I want to go - flat and happy."
    Allison giggled as she placed Stamp down between her enormous orbs. "Stamp, you may get your wish today!" She then kissed Thaddeus on the cheek. "Let's go." The newly engaged couple left Russo Field to the accompaniment of clapping and whistling from the still-present spectators and teammates.
 

[Epilogue]

The Deltas had a party that Friday night, celebrating their victory and the end of the semester. It was a short party, for six of their number were graduating the following morning. The size of the graduating class was 6,000, but the six Deltas were the most recognizable students of all. Their graduation cloaks did little to lessen the impact of their busts. Six of the Gammas graduated too. The applause and whistles the Gammas received were just as loud as what the Deltas got as they accepted their diplomas.
    Then came the buying of the toys. All of Sunday the Deltas spent their time shopping and gift-wrapping presents. The children at Maryland Hospital were happy to receive their gifts from such kindhearted, generous young women. Lonnie, the little girl who inspired the Deltas to victory, was elated to receive the toy she kept hinting Allison about - a 133cm-tall Mr Frumpy plush doll. She thanked Allison by giving her a zealous hug. "You're the best big lady I know, Ally. You'll be a good mommy when you have babies."
    Allison had Thaddeus come along to help with the distribution of the gifts. He was right next to her, and she placed her hand on his. "Well, Lonnie, I'm sure Thad will oblige me in a few years and make some babies with me. If I have a girl, I'll name her after you."
    "Thank you, Ally." Lonnie picked up her Mr Frumpy doll. She went about room, showing the other kids the pleasant gift that Ally bought for her.
    Thad kissed Ally on the nose. "Too bad I couldn't oblige you now. A big belly will complement your norks when they return to normal next month."
    "I'll make it worth your while, Thad. When we build that house of ours, the children's bedrooms will be filled as fast as we hammer them together. I'll even make my bust Angelican-size for you and the babies."
    "You don't have to do that, Ally. I'll take you at whatever size you have to offer."
    "Okay, but you know I have much to offer."
    Thad patted Ally's left breast. "I think you've already made that point, Ally."
    "Thad!" said Ally playfully.
    It took ten years before Allison and Thaddeus could build their dream home. During those ten years they had enough romance and work to keep them busy. They also had the time to play. When possible, Thaddeus and Allison had their weekly massage sessions. Thad developed his breast massage technique to the point where he no-longer had to think about it when he worked on Allison's norks. That freed him up to talk to Allison on all sorts of issues, including breasts (wink).
    Speaking of breasts, Allison had her nanites return her bust to its normal 117cm size. Half the Deltas also returned to their pre-CCF sizes. The other half kept some of their new size. In the case of Janelle and four other girls, they retained their beachball norks. Florence, who was Angelican-size at the beginning, decided to round up her bust/height of 1.7 to 2, making her bosom (at 376cm) one of the largest in Delta's history. With Ms Garber and her incredible sewing skills to call upon, Florence was never in want of blouses and bras for her remaining year at NDU.
    Garber and Lymoor continued their relationship for over a decade before making it a permanent arrangement. Being a feisty little woman, Garber had enough gumption left in her to make one more child. The Deltas had to get a new housemother. However, more than enough worthy, matronly women were available to take Garber's place.
    The Gamma sorority made a fundamental change in their charter. Their experience on the soccer field made them realize that an athletic girl need not be as flat as a board. Starting in the fall 2503 semester, all sorority members had to have soccer ball-sized breasts. After that decision was made, the Gammas were able to attract and keep all the boyfriends they wanted. Attendance of their games went up 250%, regardless if such games were held at home or away.
    Marcy mellowed out greatly. Her relationship with Wesley developed more intimately and deeply as her bust gradually returned to its regular proportions. A compassionate, loving man was indeed underneath Wesley's awkward exterior. Marcy came to appreciate what she found in Wesley and loved him for it. A few years they got married and spent the rest of their days in perpetual bliss.
    Janelle and Poni got engaged the following year and were married six years later on New Sardinia. With her beachball bust, Janelle had Poni help her make seven children over the course of sixteen years. Sixty years after the last child Janelle went back down to her natural 32E size. It just wouldn't do for a great-grandmother to have breasts bigger than the great-grandchildren she was spoiling rotten.
    Finally, the CCF pledge drive became a fixture in the Delta Delta fundraising program. Held every-other year, the Deltas always achieved their target goal and inflated their bosoms evenly. The 2510 CCF pledge drive was unique. The girls of that year, in a burst of understandable enthusiasm, set the pledge goal at 10,000 dollars. With forty girls in the sorority at the time, each girl had to add 250 centimeters to their busts. They reached their pledge goal in the record time of three days. After that, the Deltas made the pledge limit 7,000 dollars. For that one semester, though, the average Delta had a bust/height ratio of 2.2. A dozen girls were at the 2.5 mark. It was an adventure for everyone involved, but that's another story.
 
 

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Thanks to Stingray for working on and donating the Delta soccer girl image.