If you are below the required age for this kind of story where you live, you should really avert your eyes now. There isn't that much sex in it, yet, but it's definitely that kind of story. I wouldn't be allowed to read this myself in some countries. Also, if you are really sensitive about the (ab)use of ancient Scandinavian mythology in stories with sexual content, you might be offended. Don't say I didn't warn you.
- In the Big Picture
by Elvish Wizard
Chapters 1-4
Description: huge, inst, lact, magic
Author's note: This is my first short story. Because I happen to live in Sweden, it's set there as well, which might cause a little trouble for the non-swedish reader. The reason is that I want to keep as close as possible to the original idea, based on a photo I once saw. I've tried explaining the more difficult parts at the bottom of this document. They are marked *.
My special thanks to Adama and Leviathan for their proofreading and a lot of useful suggestions.
Prologue
The Vikings believed that the dwelling of the gods, Asgaard, was situated in the center of the universe. That was where the warriors killed in battle were brought to join the forces of good, preparing to fight the evil giants in the final war between good and evil. Every night the warriors feasted in Valhalla, the great hall of Oden.
Oden, the all-knowing, one-eyed king of the gods, sat in the high seat and dined with his warhost. Before him was a hall so vast that you could see thousands of warriors seated in every direction you looked. On his right there was a towering, red-bearded figure. Thor, the god of thunder, lightning and giant slaying, protector of the weak, was currently bragging about his latest fight with the giants of Utgaard. Everyone within earshot - that is, in the case of one who spoke with the voice of thunder, a few hundred meters or so - was currently forced to endure a story they had heard literally a million times in one form or the other. Oden was hardly paying any attention; after all, he knew of it all almost before it even happened. He was listening to the two black ravens sitting behind him, whispering news about important events in the world of mortals. By the look of it, he was not pleased with the news.
At the far end of the hall the large wooden doors swung open. A golden figure appeared in the doorway and approached the high seat in a way suggesting that standing in the way would be a very bad move indeed. The figure turned out to be a woman of impressive height, at least 6' 6". Her long, golden hair was flowing behind her. She was wearing a thin, almost see-through green dress, hinting at a voluptuous, hourglass figure, and she had the face of an angel: full, soft lips and blue eyes. The amount of cleavage shown was large enough to get lost in if looking too deep. Currently, the expression on her face indicated a lot of trouble coming up. Freya, goddess of feminine fertility and sexuality, was displeased. Reaching Oden's seat, she spoke with a voice always promising unmentionable pleasures, but given her current temper unmentionable pleasures right now included a very long, cold shower.
"Oden! They have gone too far this time!"
"They?"
"The mortals! They are mocking us!"
"Well, I know that we haven't had that many new recruits lately. First it was Christianity. Now it's that silly new age stuff. People just don't respect tradition anymore. It's all UFOs and meditation techniques these days."
"It's far worse than that. As you surely must know, they are making fun of the sacred gifts given to them by our own hands."
"Well. Ehm. Of course, I knew that. Go on." He gave one of the ravens a long, dark stare full of promises of unpleasanties. It had a quite guilty expression.
"The symbols of life and fertility are sacred and I will not tolerate mortal women making fun of them. I spent hell of a long time designing them, you know. I am requesting your permission to punish them."
"Punish? You know we don't do that kind of thing anymore. Hurts public relations, you know. We have to work at our image."
"More like teaching them a lesson, really. No lightning or death curses."
"All right. You may deal with this matter in any manner you feel appropriate. I might supervise your work, though."
"Thank you. You will find their fates most fitting. But please don't interfere too early this time, you dirty old man."
Freya turned and started making her way out of the great hall, leaving a lingering scent of flowers. Oden had a strong feeling that this might turn out interesting, precognition or no precognition. Soon he was lost in memories from his travels to the dwellings of mankind. More than one buxom young girl had been seduced by a rather handsome traveller who would have looked even better without that blind eye of his.
1 - Preparations
Once again it was time for the annual class* picture to be taken. Traditionally, the last photo before the one taken at high school graduation was something special. Typically class pictures were quite boring, but in this school there was a firmly established tradition of total artistic freedom during the last year. Most people would be wearing some kind of costume, holding signs with messages and so on. Sexually tilted jokes were not uncommon, given the nature of the average teenager.
The class was having a meeting to discuss the choice of theme. Some people were currently proposing a theme that had something to do with wrapping yourself in semitransparent plastic, but it had unfurtunately already been done a few years ago. Emma and Anna were sitting in a corner holding a discussion in hushed tones. Emma looked like a fitness model, seemingly without a single ounce of excess fat. She had natural blonde hair, green eyes and a heartwarming smile. Anna looked like she was doing her best to imitate Emma. She wasn't that successful, though; to begin with, she wasn't nearly as tall, and she was just a little too hippy to get that aerobics instructor look. Her hair was blonde all right, but a close look would reveal that it was an entirely different color at the roots.
Emma was the most popular girl in school. She was always the one to throw the best parties, always wearing the latest in fashion, always having the boys crowding around her. This autumn she had been elected to host the traditional school entertainment evening and she meant to steal the show totally.
Anna and Emma had been friends for years. Some people said that it was only out Emma's pity for Anna, but beneath her insecure image Anna was actually a good friend. They shared everything.
The choice of theme was quite hard to make because of the sheer number of conflicting ideas, but when Emma finally came up with her idea she of course immediately got the votes of the male half of the class. They decided to have everyone dressing up as a celebrity or movie character.
The same afternoon Anna and Emma were sitting in Emma's home, doing their homework and trying to come up with ideas for their own costumes. They meant to do something together, maybe a pop group or something like that. Anna was making a list of potential roles.
"What about ABBA? Maybe we could get a couple of guys to join us?"
"Nah, I'd prefer something more modern, really. Let's see... The Graaf Sisters*, maybe? They are two, at least. "
"Are you serious?"
"Well, why not? I mean, it's really easy to make something fun out of it, no doubt about it."
And so the decision was made.
2 - Balloons
A few days later the class was gathering in the auditorium for the photo shoot. Emma and Anna went to the girls' restroom to change. Each of them had brought a microphone, a white top with a generous amount of space in the front, and most importantly, a couple of bright pink balloons. There was a certain amount of experimenting with the size of balloons. Anna would have liked a somewhat more realistic size, somewhere in the DD-range or so. Emma, however, wanted go a lot further than that. "Anna, look, otherwise no one is going to notice them."
"But... I mean, at that size they'd look so damn fake. People would immediately realize they're just balloons!"
"That's the whole point, isn't it? Remember, they're supposed to look fake. The more we overdo it, the better."
Anna inflated her balloons to about 6" across.
"Go on, still not enough fake." Emma wasn't satisfied until they were about 8" across. Stuffing them down Anna's top required some effort. The shape of the top kept them more or less in place. At least in the right area.
Emma tried a different approach. She put her balloons inside her top and then started inflating them through a small pipe. The results were spectacular. In a minute her breasts seemingly filled out from small and perky through the 'larger' sizes, not stopping until she also had two 8" spheres on her chest, stretching the top to its limits. She put on her helpless-damsel-in-need expression and in her tiniest voice she exclaimed "Ohmigod, I feel like I'm going to blow! Superman, help!"
Eventually the two now enormously busty girls appeared from the restroom, laughing at each other. They went towards the auditorium, their slightly bouncing busts preceding the rest of them by far.
While waiting for their last classmates to appear, Emma noticed quite a few boys staring at her and Anna, while the other girls were laughing at them or just studying them curiously. As always, she loved being the center of attention.
There was a flash of green in the corner of her eye. Looking at a window, she thought she could just make out the shape of someone outside, disappearing in a split second. She knew she must have been mistaken; the window was on the third floor. Suddenly, someone grabbed Emma's fakes from behind. "Just checking if they're real. I think it's in the public interest to know."
Turning around, she saw Erik, the clown of the class, currently dressed as some kind of secret agent. After too many years of putting up with his bad jokes, Emma was losing her temper. "I bet you'd love that, huh? Go to hell."
She adjusted her new endowments, which had been displaced by the rough treatment. In her annoyance, while peeking down her top, she failed to notice the fact that the balloons looked just a little different, more skin-colored...
Hovering outside the window, Freya smiled to herself. There was a certain style to imposing a penalty the very second a crime was commited. With a goddess as a judge, there wouldn't be any appeals. Maybe the chosen instrument was a little unusal and modern for her somewhat conservative views, but it made some sense with it being an instrument of the crime at the same time. This outrageous 'photo' could not be allowed to pass without giving a message to everyone that the intentions of Freya were not to be ignored.
They were all lined up in three rows on the stage of the auditorium, but apparently, someone was missing. Emma leaned forward with a sound of strained rubber and tapped Anna, who was sitting in the front row, on the shoulder. "Why aren't we ready yet?"
"I think someone went to the biology department to get the skeleton and the stuffed beaver. I guess these photos just aren't complete without something like that."
No one noticed, but small droplets of white fluid were forming inside the balloons.
It was early autumn and it was getting quite hot in the auditorium, partly because of the seriously underfunded air conditioning. In order to fit the whole class into the picture the people in the back rows had to stand tightly pressed against each other. Emma's chest bumped into the head of the guy sitting right in front of her several times. He didn't seem to mind; quite the opposite. She heard Erik shouting she should be careful with where she was aiming those. Anna was cupping her temporary assets absent-mindedly, considering for a moment what life would be like with the real thing. She'd probably look ridiculous, like some kind of freakish Barbie doll, not to mention the back pain they would cause. Still, it'd be a sure hit with a lot of the guys, maybe even that cute one in restaurant school. For a brief instant, Anna thought she could almost actually feel that they were heavier. Oddly, there was a feeling of... sloshing? as well. She dismissed it all as imagination and wishful thinking.
Freya continued her preparations, channeling her powers into the camera. She knew that the balloons would now be almost impossible to distinguish in color from the skin under them. Inside each of them a pool of the white liquid had formed. They were becoming a little more teardrop-shaped from the weight. If you'd tried really hard you might have smelled just the tiniest hint of a scent of flowers, all over the room.
3 - Changes
Finally the biology department raiders returned with their trophies; a skeleton wearing the school colors, a sign with some incomprehensible joke written on it and The Beaver, who was now wearing a small party hat. The gaps in the rows were filled as the photographer directed the raiders to their places. There was some debate about who was going to get the skeleton. In the end Erik had the honor of posing with the skeleton, even though he claimed he'd prefer someone less skinny. After the laughs caused by this statement it took a while to get ready again, partly because the photographer seemed a little distracted while adjusting the camera lens. It was a little hard to tell, but that creep was probably studying her through the lens, Anna thought. Of course, she wouldn't mind THAT much if some good-looking guy did the same thing once in a while.
Emma put her arm under her bustline to accentuate the incredible size and shape. With her free hand she held her microphone to complete her silicone pop-star transformation. The photographer was finally satisfied and everyone smiled expectantly at the camera, except for a couple of guys in the back involved in a plastic lightsaber fight.
When the flash came Anna felt a sudden heat, almost as if she could actually feel the light. Her chest went numb.
"And one more picture..." Another flash. "Thankyouverymuch. That'll be all."
The second time, Emma felt the heat and the numbness too. She felt dizzy and grabbed a chair in front of her to avoid falling. It's too damn hot in here, she thought. After her head had cleared a little, she straightened up and started walking out between the rows of chairs. She nearly fell again; it was as if her center of gravity had moved a few inches.
Anna rose from her chair. Because of the unexpected weight in front of her she had to take a couple of steps forward to keep her balance, which made her feel really stupid. After a quick glance to the sides she concluded everyone had been far too busy getting out of their costumes or competing for the first place in the school cafeteria line to bother. Returning her attention to her weight distribution problem, she realized that the balloons were a lot heavier than they were just a minute ago. They felt warm to the touch.
Anna and Emma started walking together towards the girls' restroom.
"I'd never thought they would be so damn heavy. It must be hell carrying the real thing."
"Yeah, let's get rid of these. Did you see the face of the photographer? He was almost drooling. Anna..."
"Yes?" They stopped.
"There's a couple of wet patches on your top. It almost looks like you're leaking!" Emma grinned.
"What the... oh. Must be another of Erik's tricks. Didn't he have a squirt gun or something? He's certainly going to regret this!"
As they entered the restroom, Anna was slowly regaining her sense of feeling in the chest area. There was an uncomfortable feeling of tightness. "Looks like he got you as well!" she said.
Sure enough, when Emma looked down she discovered a couple of wet patches. "But I'm sure they weren't there... never mind." Something wasn't right here.
They entered the stalls. Anna tugged at her top, discovering that her front was now totally soaked. The pressure in her chest area was increasing. She felt like she was going to explode. Quickly, she reached inside her top. There was a familiar feeling of skin touching skin. With some effort, she pulled her top over her bustline and then over her head.
First there was a moment of silence. Then a scream.
4 - Discovery
Emma appeared a moment later, looking in through the open door. She stared in disbelief at the incredible sight before her.
Anna was holding her soaked top in one hand. She was looking down, her eyes almost popping out of her head. With her other arm she was cradling the biggest pair of tits Emma had ever seen*. They looked like over-inflated implants the size of her head, the skin stretched taut and shiny, hardly sagging at all. The pink aureolae were big, about 4" across. From the fat nipples a small but steady flow of milk was running down her tits and dripping on the floor.
After taking in the whole scene, Emma instinctively reached for her own bust. The wet patches had increased in size. With trembling hands, she pulled up her top. Then, she screamed too.
They stood in the growing puddles of their own milk, facing each other. The girls looked like mirror images, their hugely swollen breasts being almost perfectly identical. Almost, because Anna was noticeably larger. After almost a minute when only the slowly increasing dripping could be heard, Emma began laughing, nervously. "You look like a cow!"
Anna smiled. "Maybe, but I feel like a whole dairy farm. Look at us. We're freaks."
Emma began examining her breasts thoughtfully, feeling for scars or any other indication of them being fake, but there was only smooth skin everywhere she touched. The giant mounds nearly covered her entire ribcage. The only thing she found was her now useless bra, stretched around the sides and under them. There was no trace of her old breasts, though.
Anna's breasts were beginning to hurt from the strain. The flow of milk had increased but was still insufficient and the pressure was rising. They were definitely bigger now. She touched their sides. The skin was tight as a drum. "It hurts. I think we should get help."
"I don't know if that is such a good idea right now. Do you really want to be seen like this?"
"Well..." There was that, of course.
"Besides, it's pretty obvious what's bothering you. Start milking them."
"We have no idea what is happening! For all we know they might burst!" Anna was sobbing.
Emma took a step forward, their breasts brushing slightly against each other. She reached out for Anna's hand. "Let's make sure they won't, shall we?"
They went over to a washing basin, leaving a trail of milk behind them. "What do I do?" Anna said.
"What do you think? Try the nipple, for heavens sake."
Anna experimentally pulled her nipple. There was a small squirt of milk. After some pulling and kneading she had emptied a small amount of milk into the basin, but the pressure was still rising. There had to be a better way of doing it. Whimpering in pain, she lifted her right breast to her mouth and started sucking.
Immediately, she was rewarded with a great gush of milk. The taste was sweet and creamy. Her cheeks bulged out with her own milk before she instinctively swallowed. She sucked like crazy, having trouble keeping up with the flow, milk running from her mouth. Moaning in part pain, part pleasure she felt the tension in her right breast slowly decreasing. Her left breast was still as swollen and tender as ever, though. While sucking at one breast she cupped the other and turned towards Emma with a pleading look in her eyes, offering it to her.
Emma took a step backwards with an expression bordering on pure fear. "You've gotta be kidding!"
"Please. It ... hurts ... hurry."
Emma hesitated for a moment. Anna gave out a small cry of pain. The tension was apparently reaching the critical point.
Emma took a deep breath. "You're gonna owe me one for this." She carefully cupped Anna's milk-swollen tit, raising it to her mouth. For a moment she let it rest on her own breasts, preparing for the huge workload before her, literally speaking. Then she closed her lips around the nipple and started sucking, slowly and hesitant at first but quickly getting the hang of it. They both sucked greedily for several minutes, spellbound by the wonderful taste. Finally Emma reluctantly let go of the nipple. She had surely drunk half a gallon, if not more, and there was probably at least as much on the floor. She felt totally full, but as her own overfull and tender breasts were crying out for attention it slowly dawned on her that they were only halfway through their work. "Looks like I need that favor right now."
Anna, looking relieved, her breasts having returned to the original size of the balloons, now turned her eyes heavenward as if pleading for mercy. And so they exchanged roles and sucked together at Emma's bloated milk-bags for what seemed an eternity, not stopping until they had drained the last drop.
They sat down leaning against the wall, smiling weakly, hands resting on their full bellies. There was milk all over their bodies and big puddles on the floor. Emma was the first to speak. "Well, there goes my diet. This stuff is probably really fattening."
"Yeah, let's just hope we won't have to do this again anytime soon. We should think about getting breast pumps or something."
To be continued, maybe...
I look at this as a promising beginning. Freya's plans for the girls hardly end here; in fact there is a substantial chance of them converting the entire school to the traditional beliefs. The rewards for embracing the true faith could be huge... There could also be other women awakening the wrath of Freya. I MIGHT continue from here, start over in the same universe or just do something totally different, but the chances of me writing anything at all will probably depend on the amount of feedback. Please send your comments to [email protected].
A few notes for the enlightenment of the non-swedish reader:
*In a swedish high school a 'class' means a group of twenty to thirty people with more or less the same schedule. You choose a 'program' with a specific orientation like science or media and are then assigned to a class. Within the class you share at least two thirds of your courses with your classmates. When reading 'class' you should keep in mind that there were eight classes just within the science program at my school the year I graduated. There might be a better translation of this, but I'm not very good at comparing school systems. Anyway, this isn't really the important part, is it?
*The Graaf Sisters is a Swedish pop group belonging to a musical genre known as silicone pop. The two stacked blondes started out as soft porn stars. For your convenience, just imagine Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera being sisters and a couple of cup sizes larger, and give them a less talented songwriter. (Wanna have a pic of the G Sisters? Go ahead, ask me! Daredevil's first page at hooters.dk might be worth a try too, if you're looking for morphs.)
*Huge-busted porn-stars aren't that common in Sweden. I know you perverts have seen bigger ones. Our heroines haven't.