*Insert standard disclaimer here*
The sun was just setting over the horizon as Christine pulled herself over the ridge at the edge of the interstate. After three weeks of hitchhiking she looked and felt like complete shit. It had been that long since she had run away from home in rural Tennessee and started making her way westward and it had not been an easy trip. She packed some clothes, what money she could put together and took off. Now, three weeks later, she was out of money, out of clean clothes, and, after spending the last twelve hours in a rainstorm, she looked so decrepit that there was no way anyone would pick her up while hitch hiking. That fact particularly galled her. She always prided herself on her appearance. At 4'11" she was short, but carried off the cute and perky look with ease. She had the body of a runner, but her curves softened more so than you would see on any runner. Sure, guys didn't drool over her average-sized bust line, but it secretly pleased her when she'd look back over her shoulder and see the guys eyes following her butt as she passed.
At this point the interstate was meandering through a channel cut in high rocks, and had been for some time. Realizing that no one would pick her up looking as she did, and that her shoes were getting ruined walking through the muddy shoulder, she started climbing up the face of the rock wall. After three and a half hours, she finally reached the top. A vast plain stretched out ahead of her, tall grasses blowing in the breeze. Off in the distance she could see a large Victorian farmhouse, silhouetted against the setting sun. The rain came down heavily. It had soaked her within 2 minutes of the beginning of the storm and for the last several hours she just wanted to find somewhere to get out of the constant pounding of the rain. She eyed the large farmhouse warily and started toward it. Had this been a horror film, she probably would have had some sense of foreboding. It was the only thing lit for as far as the eye could see, and lightning was occasionally striking the flagpole set about 100 yards from its front door.
Still, it was her only option.
The house, actually a better word would be mansion, had a large porch which stretched around its perimeter. A sign hanging on the porch's handrail read simply "Edna Michaels Home for Young Women, Established 1926." She quickly mounted the steps, ran across the wide porch to the front door and knocked heavily against its oaken surface.
After a few moments the door was opened by a sweet, heavyset grandmotherly figure. "My stars girl, you're drenched! What are you doing all the way out here on a night like this?"
Christine tried to reply, but her teeth just chattered as she stuttered "I wwwwaaas"...
"Shhh, shhh... time enough for that after we get you warmed and cleaned up. You're chilled to the bone. I'm Eliza, but everyone around here just calls me 'Aunt Elsie'. Let's get you upstairs and into some clean clothes."
Aunt Elsie led her up the large open stairway and down the hallway of what looked to be a dormitory, finally stopping at the last door. "You just use this room. I'll be right back with some clean clothes and some hot cocoa. There's a tub in there as well. You just get cleaned up and I'll bring you something to wear."
As quickly as that she was gone, leaving Christine standing alone in a very ornate dorm room. Lots of oak trim. Two twin beds with what looked to be handmade quilts lying across them, two desks, and some bookshelves, very nice. After spending time on the road Christine was suspicious, but Aunt Elsie seemed okay... and she was cold...
***
After 20 minutes soaking in the tub she finally felt warm and clean enough to get out. When she returned to the room she found an outfit laid out across one of the beds and a hot cup of cocoa sitting on the nightstand. Little marshmallows and all, she thought, picking up the mug.
What the heck is this place, she thought as she sipped the cocoa and started to get dressed. She immediately noticed the clothes were rather odd. The pants were okay, but the top... The top was large and flowing, a thin white material, thicker at just the right places, but very baggy in the front, although it was pleated so it wasn't so obvious. She tugged on the front, pulling a full foot in front of her before the pleats finished unfolding. When she released it, it fell back to its original shape. What is this place, she silently wondered.
There was a knock at the door. Christine opened the door to the smiling face of Aunt Elsie. "Sorry about the clothes, we don't get a lot of girls like you here."
"Like me?"
"Well... " Aunt Elsie seemed to be searching for a way to put it delicately, "This is a home for macromastic girls."
"What? Macro..."
"Macromastia. When girls start developing, some get a slight build, some more voluptuous. Well, some get very overly endowed... much to their embarrassment. It can take years until they can be reduced to a more manageable size, if they can be at all." Aunt Elsie's brow furrowed sadly. "So we put up the girls until they can have their surgery or come to terms with their bodies" Aunt Elsie waited a moment for this to sink in. Seeing the question she was forming in her eyes, Aunt Elsie added,"Don't worry, its not contagious. It's genetic. Would you like me to show you around? Afterwards you can sit down by the fireplace and read until the storm breaks. We have an excellent library."
Aunt Elsie led her into the hallway. Christine had never heard of macromastia, but she remembered when Dorothy Dettwiler started to get very busty and left school, only to come back six months later looking normal. People whispered about her having an operation, but no one knew for sure what happened.
"This floor has all our guest quarters. We can house twenty girls at one time, but right now we only have nine. Each room is just like yours, with its own private bathroom. Most of the girls only spend a few hours a day up here, aside from sleeping." Aunt Elsie turned and started down the stairs. "Most of what goes on here happens on the ground floor. Most of our guests don't like the stairs anyway... all the motion." she winced in sympathy as she started down the stairs.
"You've already seen the foyer. From here you can get to any of the rooms on the ground floor." Christine walked over to one of the walls, looking at one of the hundreds of tiny portraits dotting the walls. "Those are our pride and joy. Three hundred and forty six young women have stayed with us over the years and we have portraits of each and every one on these walls. They're just darling!" Aunt Elsie smiled the corners of her eyes crinkling.
"Off to the right," she pointed, is the library and classroom. We're fully accredited and all our girls continue their studies here so they won't be behind when they leave. If you follow the hallway back, our kitchen, dining room and medical facilities are on the left, the arts and crafts room and exercise room on the right."
"Exercise room?"
Aunt Elsie shook her head. "You youngsters are all alike. One of the most important parts of being healthy is exercise. The first thing a busty girl does is stop uncomfortable physical activity."
"Yeah, I bet...listen, could I just use your phone?"
"I'm sorry, whenever we get one of these storms through the first thing to go is the phones. I'm amazed the electricity is still on. Let me introduce you to the girls." Aunt Elsie turned and padded into the parlor to their left.
"Girls, Girls... we have a visitor. She'll just be staying with us until the storm breaks. Everyone, this is Christine."
How the heck did she know my name? Christine thought, although that thought was brushed aside as she turned the corner into a room full of the bustiest girls she had ever seen. They looked to all be between about thirteen and eighteen, from about a triple D cup to sizes she never even knew existed. One or two looked big enough to be mistaken for pregnant from the side, but as they turned to face her, she could see their tops concealed not one bulge, but two. As the crowd pulled themselves up and made their way over to greet her, she noticed three girls who weren't moving. They were in the far corner of the room, looking at her sadly and talking among themselves. But soon enough she was caught up in conversations with the other girls. They rarely got visitors all the way out here, and they all wanted someone new to talk to. Christine really loved being the center of attention, and as occupied as she was, she barely noticed as the three girls she spotted earlier made their way carefully out of the room.
By the time it was ten at night she was exhausted, and it was just as well, because it turned out that ten was 'lights out'. They started their days with breakfast at seven in the morning, so she needed a good night's sleep. She waited for the other girls to pad slowly up the stairs, hearing their moans and complaints about the trip, then climbed the steps herself, making her way back to the dorm room Aunt Elsie had led her to earlier.
On the dresser was a small basket filled with shampoo, soap and other toiletries and a note from Aunt Elsie wishing her well on her short stay with them. Next to the basket was a small stack of clothes, including a nightgown and bathrobe. She quickly changed and got into bed. It took awhile, but the constant sound of raindrops hitting the roof eventually lulled her to sleep.
***
"Wake up."
"Huh, what?" Christine called out, pushing the heavy comforter down as she sat up in bed.
"Shhh! You'll wake everyone up," the voice said, accompanied by a silhouette moving slowly across the room. As the voice grew closer Christine could make out more details. It was one of the girls she saw earlier, one of the sad ones from the corner. She looked to be about sixteen and if there were a game called "guess who's shoplifting basketballs" she'd pick this girl. "I'm Rachel. Listen, you've got to get out of here."
Christine wiped her eyes, still waking up. "Huh?"
"Just be quiet and listen. Six months ago I was just like you. My moped broke down about three miles from here and I hiked over to use their phone. I couldn't get anyone and it was late, so they let me stay the night. Within the week I looked like all the other girls in this place and I've been getting bigger ever since."
"Sounds like you got lucky to wind up here."
Rachel sat down heavily on the edge of Christine's bed. "You're not getting it. I wasn't busty at all when I got here. They just started blowing up like goddamn balloons."
"So, none of the girls here started out busty? It's all part of some evil plot?" Christine asked, disbelieving this insane story.
"No. Most of them come here, stay six months or a year, stop growing and leave. There are four of us who wound up here other ways and found ourselves like this." Rachel placed her hands on either side of her mammoth bust, jostling it slightly for effect. "There's me, Pam and Janice. You might have seen us downstairs talking earlier. Then we went to tell Sarah that there was another one here. Sarah's sixteen, like me, but she's been here for almost two years."
Christine now put two and two together. Rachel was nuts. It was that simple. Not talking to herself out loud and gunning down postal employees nuts, but nutty enough for her. Maybe if I play along she'd leave and I could get back to sleep, Christine thought.
"Okay, so what do I do?"
"Get out of here. Tonight if the weather breaks, tomorrow if it doesn't, but you have to leave... soon.... before it's too late."
"Okay, I'll pack my stuff in the morning and split."
Rachel didn't believe a word of it. "Yeah right, that's what I told Sarah when she told me the same thing six months ago. She didn't believe me and I don't believe you. You have to understand how serious this is. You have got to leave. Now! Aunt Elsie gets up at five, so you have to be gone before then."
"Wait a second, Aunt Elsie... wouldn't she, I dunno.... say something if someone Just went from a B to Z cup in no time flat?"
Rachel looked back at her, started to say something, then stopped, looking resigned. "Fine, be that way. Don't say we didn't try to warn you." she replied as she pushed herself off the bed and waddled back over to the door. Rachel looked back once, opened her mouth to say something, then shut it again. She left, closing the door silently behind her.
***
In the morning she was awakened first by the chirping of the mantle clock and secondly by the insistent knocking at the door. She grabbed her robe and went to the door, her eyes squinting against the morning light. It was one of the girls from last night, Molly.
"Hi, thought you could use a wake up call" Molly said smiling "I'm next door. How late did ol' nutty keep you up last night?"
Christine's eyes traveled down Molly's face finally settling on her large breasts, clearly visible through her open bathrobe and frilly nightie. She'd seen busty girls before in phys-ed, but never like this. They must weigh a ton, she thought, and those nipples! They must rub against everything. "Uh, I dunno. I didn't see a clock in here. She always like that?"
Molly self-consciously pulled her bathrobe closed and tied it. "Yeah, but she only gets like that when new girls show up, especially when they're not busting out all over."
Christine realized she'd been staring as Molly pulled her robe closed and looked back to Molly's face. "Sorry, I just never..."
Molly nodded. "I know, you never saw a fifteen year old girl with H cup breasts." Molly paused for a second, then smiled, "Listen, if you want you can stay in my room, that would be cool. I don't have a roomie and Rachel won't bother you over there."
"Well, I don't think I'll be staying that long."
Molly laughed. "You haven't seen how long these big storms hang on out in the plains. It's gotten worse out there." Christine walked over to the window and looked out at the dreary rainy sky. "I dunno..."
"Come on, it'll be like a slumber party. It'll be great! We can move your stuff over to my room after breakfast. Come on!"
"Wait, I'm not dressed!"
"Duh! Neither am I. No one dresses for breakfast. Just tie your robe and grab your bunny slippers before everyone else eats everything!"
***
Aunt Elsie can sure cook, Christine thought as she made her way back up the stairs after breakfast. Eggs, Canadian bacon, pancakes, waffles, sausages, and fresh biscuits. I haven't eaten that much since... Christine mused, since forever. She got to her room and started dressing, but had problems almost right away. She couldn't pull up her slacks. No wonder after that breakfast, she thought. She left the top button undone. Oh well, the top will cover that anyway. She opened the drawer and found four brand new bras laid out. "How'd they know my size," she wondered out loud as she checked the tag. As it turned out, they didn't. They were one cup size too big. They'd have to do, she thought, I'll just pull the strap really tight. But as she put it on she realized it was almost a perfect fit. She shrugged and threw on her top, then gathered her things to carry them next door to Molly's room.
***
There wasn't much to do here during the day except watch television or do class work, so Christine watched television. There wasn't exactly a whole lot of choices without the wonders of cable TV, but they had a decent movie collection, like two hundred tapes so she whiled away the hours till lunchtime watching "You've Got Mail". She and Molly met for lunch and talked and ate their way through another hour. I don't know how they can eat like this every meal, Christine thought. She was stuffed again. She tried not to eat so much, but everything tasted so good that she couldn't resist. She was so stuffed that it was a definite relief to be off her feet and in watching movies again after lunch. It wasn't until Molly tapped her on the shoulder that she realized how long she'd been sitting here. "Come on, dinnertime!"
Dinner? Hadn't it just been lunch? She and Molly made their way back to the dining room for the best fried chicken she'd ever tasted, plus all the fixins. This time she pledged to take it easy, but it was no use, everything was just too good. Afterwards Molly dragged her upstairs to an all night Monopoly game than ran until way after lights out. By the time she finally hit the bed, it only took moments for her to be fast asleep.
***
She woke to the sound of Molly showering. She pulled herself up in bed, frowned, feeling an unfamiliar pulling above her armpits then kicked her feet over the edge and grabbed her bathrobe. "I don't feel so good" she called out to Molly but stopped walking toward the bathroom when she saw her desk. Last night she could have sworn it was empty, but now there was a blotter covered with idle doodlings, a pencil holder, and a small stack of schoolbooks haphazardly resting on the corner. On the bulletin board above there was a photo postcard tacked up from her hometown just like the one she took with her when she left that had been ruined in the storm.
Frowning, she was crossing the room, headed for the bathroom door when she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror. Oh my God, she thought, I'm huge! She walked across the room, slowly approaching the mirror. Her breasts were full and round, pushed out into a size she recognized as a double D. And they were heavy, she realized as she ran her hand under them, cupping them in her hands as she marveled at her swollen nipples and areola, now twice the size they were before.
This sounds like what Molly was... Christine dismissed the thought, then turned and ran toward the door, racing down the hallway looking at the name plaques on the doors until she found the door marked "Rachel & Pam". She banged on the door. When no one came to the door she banged again until finally a tall, gangly and very busty girl opened the door. "Where's Rachel??"
"Jeez, close your robe whydontcha?"
Rachel was stepping out of the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel. She stopped when she looked over at Christine's bloated form. She whistled. "I tried to warn you but you wouldn't believe me. Jesus, you've only been here two nights." Both Rachel and Pam stared at her breasts until finally she looked down, realized all she was wearing was panties and an open bathrobe and quickly pulled her bathrobe closed and tied it, knotting it beneath her swollen bust line.
"What the hell is happening to me?"
"I tried to tell you last night, but you didn't believe me."
Christine's worried look dropped from her face to be replaced with a skeptical stare. "Okay... lets all take a deep breath and return to reality for just one minute. So, what's the deal? All the food here's like really fattening or what? Some special diet or something?"
Pam shook her head and turned to Rachel, "She's not ready yet. Give her until tomorrow, she'll believe us then."
"Fine... you go watch your movies again today," Rachel said, turning to Christine, "and tomorrow we'll see what you believe."
Christine looked from Rachel to Pam then back to Rachel. "You really just expect me to believe this is some weird magic house that makes girls busty, don't you? Come off it..." she said as she pulled their door closed as she left.
***
"Where were you?" Molly inquired as she blow-dried her hair.
"Nowhere... You look outside yet?" Christine replied, fidgeting with her robe. The rough terrycloth was rubbing against her much larger and much more sensitive nipples.
"The lightning seems to be slowing down, but the rain still isn't letting up."
"Dammit, this place is so boring."
"Listen, if you'd like I'm sure they'd let you sit in on classes for the day. Granted school sucks, but its not like there's a whole lot to do around here anyway. Besides, it's kinda fun."
"I dunno...."
"Well, whatever. Just ask Mrs. McClusky if it's okay. She's the teacher. She gets here around eight."
"Gets here? She has a car? Where's she live, maybe her phone is working!'
"Hold your horses. She's like ninety seven, she lives a quarter mile away and I don't think she even has a phone. She still thinks electricity is a cool idea that might catch on someday. So, you gonna come to class with me, or what?"
"I dunno... but it is kinda boring around here."
"Then it's settled. Let's go grab breakfast then we can get ready for school. This is going to be so great!"
"Uh, before we go down...." Christine hesitated, not sure how to continue."
"Yeah?"
"Whats up with this macromastia thing?"
Molly flinched, but then seeing the actual concern in Christine's eyes, decided to tell her tale.
"Well, I was twelve when it started...."
***
Between classes, meals and what turned out to be the Wednesday night quilting bee not to mention homework Christine was exhausted again. For being a boring place it really wears you out being here, she thought as she worked on her math homework. But she had to admit in a weird way she kind of missed school. Something to do during the day that didn't involve how to get another 40 miles west was always a good thing in her book, and something she hadn't had much time for since she left home.
"You gonna turn that light out? I gotta get some sleep."
"Just a second," Christine replied, "almost done."
"You know, you don't have to do all that work... you're just here for a few days."
"I know, but... I dunno... its kinda fun."
"Well, hurry up and get too bed, I gotta get some sleep"
Christine closed her book and turned out the light, finally heading to bed.
***
Christine stood staring at herself in the full length mirror. Morning light shone in through the curtains, lighting the whole room in an odd pastel glow. But Christine wasn't paying attention to that. She was staring at herself in the mirror, specifically at her breasts. They were much larger than the night before, probably by three or four cup sizes. Almost as big as Molly's. She hefted them in her hands, running her finger across her bloated, puffy areola and over her oversized swollen nipple, flicking it back and forth. Very sensitive would be putting it mildly, and at their enlarged size she could barely cup her areola in one hand. She looked away from her reflection down to her breasts themselves and moved her hands up and down, weighing her breasts in her hands. They were a lot heavier than she had imagined.
And she realized she was wrong. They were bigger than Molly's.
This wasn't just a coincidence, she realized... this was exactly what Molly described to her yesterday... just much faster. Rachel was telling the truth!
She turned and started for the door but felt a painful tugging with each step. Without thinking she threw her arm under her bust, stopping most of the shimmy. Without even grabbing her robe she padded down the hallway and barged into Rachel and Pam's room. Rachel was at her desk, doing homework in her bathrobe, but Pam was fast asleep.
"What the fuck is happening to me?"
Rachel looked up startled, first surprised, then oddly bemused. "We tried to warn you before it was too late."
"Too late for what??? How can I make it stop?!"
Pam didn't even roll over, she just said "They down to her waist yet?"
Rachel looked over at Christine, "Yep! past it."
"Yeah, too late to leave. I'm getting some more sleep. Wake me at 6:30"
"Well, welcome to the club. You can't stop it anymore. You just have to deal with it and see how big you get," Rachel added sadly as she turned back toward Christine, but Christine was already trundling back down the hallway toward her own room. She threw open the door and strode in past a startled Molly, one arm supporting her all ready sore back, not even noticing the engraved plaque on the door reading "Molly & Christine". Rachel only managed to get out "Don't try to leave here now, it's too late, once it's" before the door to Chris and Molly's room slammed shut.
"That's bad posture you know," Molly chimed in, as she pulled on her bra. "And why aren't you wearing a bra? Your back wouldn't hurt so much if you did."
"What's happening to me???"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"These" she said, cupping her now H cup breasts in her hands.
"Uh..." Molly searched for something to say and with a concerned look intoned "Well, you've got macromastia. That's why you're here."
"No way! I can't have it!"
Molly laughed as she waddled over to Christine's desk and checked the wall calendar, paging through the months. "Look here... that's your surgery date, there's the day you came to stay here... there's the day I won the Yahtzee tournament. Christine padded heavily across the room and looked at the desk. It was covered with partially written papers, homework and a half written postcard addressed to her parents. All in her own handwriting. She looked at the calendar, paging through, seeing how the days were each crossed off in the curly-q pattern she used to mark off the days. Christine looked back at Molly, seeing the confused look on her face.
Christine wasn't thinking anymore. Blind panic had set in. She headed for the door. "You're gonna need this," Molly said, tossing Chris's bathrobe after her. Christine didn't miss a step as she pulled on the bathrobe and headed down the hallway.
***
"But I've got to make just one call."
"You know the rules. No long distance phone calls allowed without a calling card."
"Please! This is an emergency!"
Aunt Elsie looked at her, very concerned, and then a gentle smile crossed her face. "Just keep it short. I really shouldn't be doing this."
Christine dialed so quickly she thought she got the number wrong. She idly noticed she was running one hand over the curve of her breast as the phone rang and rang. Finally a very sleepy voice answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Daddy! I am so so sorry, please can you come get me, I want to come home. Please come get me!"
In the distance she heard her mother's voice "Who is it?"
"It's Chris"
"At this hour? What's she want?"
"She wants to come home."
Christine's mom was quickly on the line. "Honey, we went all through this. We told you you'd want to come home and you said it would be too embarrassing and awkward for you here and at school."
"What? Oh Mom, I just want to come home please" Christine cried, feeling her robe slowly come untied as her massive bust line pushed against the belt.
"Listen, you're going to have your surgery in just over a month. Then we'll be right out to be by your side. We just can't afford to fly out there and fly you back again in a month, not after all the money that home costs."
"But Mom!"
"Don't 'but Mom' me young lady. Its only five more weeks and we'll be there with bells on. But for now you're staying put. Now your father and I have to get ready for work. Are you okay?"
"Mom please, Come get me!"
"Okay, if that's how you're going to be" and the line went dead.
***
At two a.m. all was quiet as Rachel filled her travel bag with clothes and made her way down the stairs as quietly as she could. She figured, two miles to the interstate then she'd catch a ride and be headed home tonight. Ten minutes later she managed to get down the stairs. It wouldn't normallytake this long, but she was trying to be quiet and she could swear she was even bigger now than when she went up the stairs. It took a minute to figure out how to unlock the dead-bolt at the front door, only to open it on a dark rainy night. She went to the closet and came out with a raincoat. She stepped out onto the porch, moaning as she took the step too fast and her breasts bounced heavily, pulling on her bra-straps. She turned and pulled the door shut as quietly as she could and pulled the raincoat around her as she started slowly walking across the lawn toward the mile long driveway that led eventually to the interstate.
Twenty feet from the home she felt a flutter in her breasts, two more feet and it had turned into a full fledged ache. She pulled open her raincoat and pulled up the top to see what the problem was. The cups of her bra were cutting tightly into her belly, causing a lot of flesh to spill over the top. She continued walking as she pulled on the straps, finally adjusting them, allowing her breasts to expand to fill added space. She pulled her raincoat closed and continued, Within a few more feet she was having trouble walking, her breasts swaying heavily as she walked and within ten more feet her raincoat wouldn't stay closed over her bloated front. The rain quickly soaked her white top, turning it transparent as she realized her breasts were almost twice as big as when she stepped off the porch. As she watched her bra snapped between the cups, allowing her now huge breasts to bounce free, completely unrestrained, as she walked. She tried to turn as quickly as she could, but she wasn't used to her new center of gravity and she fell to the muddy ground. She started back for the house, feeling the growth slowing down with every foot she moved back toward the front door. The House! This is what they meant about not being able to leave! She crawled along for the next ten feet or so, until she felt her nipples dragging in the cold mud beneath her. She awkwardly pulled herself to her feet and, leaning back, both hands now supporting her gyrating breasts, she slowly continued back to the house, feeling the now constant shimmy that accompanied every step. She could see her areolas swelling even now, but it seemed to be slowing down. She got within ten feet of the steps when she slipped heavily on the flagstone walkway, falling on her back. She glanced up, feeling and inky darkness overtake her, seeing her breasts still expanding slowly upward and to the sides. The last sensation she experienced was the sound of cloth ripping.
Epilogue 5 months later
So far Angela's day had been going crappy, but it was finally turning around. It was supposed to be a happy day, her first solo flight. Her mom had insisted that at fourteen she was much too young to be flying anything, but as her dad pointed out she had more flight experience than most trainees five years older than she was. She was doing great until that storm came out of nowhere. She managed to land, barely, but the undercarriage was a total wreck. Luckily there was this house out in the middle of nowhere. Their phone was out, and the cockpit emergency radio was only getting static, but she'd be fine there until morning.
Weird thing was this place. It's a home for very busty girls. Everyone was sweet enough, and they did set her up with some clothes that weren't ripped and covered with oil, still, it seemed odd to be wandering around in this big old house filled with such strangely proportioned girls. Odd enough that when they announced lights-out at ten she was more than happy to get to sleep.
At three a.m. Angela awoke...someone was in the room with her. She pulled herself up in bed, and bunched up the covers around her neck. As the figure approached she could slowly make out who it was. It was that really big girl...what's her name.. Christine! She was watching TV with the others when I came in, she thought, but she didn't come over to talk like everyone else did. She and her three friends just left the room.
It was amazing seeing her close up, especially in the frilly nightgown she was wearing. She looked like some mad scientist's project gone out of control. As she got closer the moonlight hit her breasts, and my God! Angela had never even heard of breasts this big. They must have each been the size of Angela's whole torso, laying heavily against her belly, swaying slightly with every step. Their round, firm swelling unrestrained by a bra, they filled her armpits and still managed to cover most of the top half, down past her belly button. Hell, they were so big she doubted the poor girl could reach around them. Angela was so shocked she just stared. Christine was holding them steady with her hands, but she couldn't do much to stop their constant swaying. And, my God, her nipples were enormous! What was even more shocking was the contrast between her boobs and the rest of her. Her legs were thin, sleek and well muscled, her arms thin and frail and a face like an angel. It seemed like a sin for those monstrously huge breasts to be stuck on such a beautiful girl. She continued to stare, openmouthed, as the girl turned and sat sidesaddle on the bed, one of her hugely swollen nipples coming within a foot of Angela's face. It was easily a couple of inches long and an inch thick, Angela thought, and her areolas are so big I couldn't cup them in both my hands! Angela couldn't think of a thing to say, but luckily Christine broke the tension first.
It took her a moment to catch her breath before she said, "I'm Christine. Listen, you've got to get out of here!"
"What?"
"Just be quiet and listen. Six months ago I was just like you. I had ..."
The end?