Attack of the Giant Breasted Women from Outer Space

by

Steve Palmer

 

She hated the feeling of being so flat chested. It was absolutely humiliating having breasts barely more than half the size of her head. She walked along the streets of Washington DC, making mental diagrams of the topography which would be the centerpiece of her report. Although able to understand a small percentage of the strange chattering of the natives, she hoped she wouldn�t have to engage in any interaction with them. Just a brief survey and then she�d be finished.

Though the area had already been surveyed from high altitude, the information she was gathering was a required redundancy. And she was running out of time. On foot, it had taken far longer than she�d estimated to travel to the various designated locations. However, with only one stop left, she was optimistic that she�d be through reasonably soon. It was just ahead � the building known as � what was it? The Clear Building? No, it was a dwelling: a house. And it wasn�t clear either, it was white. She stared at it intently as she approached. The seat of power. It was surrounded by a crude iron fence, probably considered more symbolic than truly protective. She stopped in front of the structure and scrutinized the terrain.

Officer Pete Collier strolled toward her, with his eye on her boobs. He liked the busty ladies, and this one was very nicely stacked. �Good morning!�

She turned to look at him, trying to recall the meaning of the phrase. Nothing came to mind, so she smiled pleasantly, hoping he�d go away.

�Nice day, isn�t it?�

She remembered a conversational example she�d studied during training.  �Hello.�

Collier didn�t recognize the thick accent, but it was a good opening for further interaction. �So where are you from?�

She smiled and turned her head away, hoping he�d leave. She recognized from his clothing that he represented governmental authority of some kind.

�Speak English?�

His demeanor seemed friendly enough, so she wasn�t worried about being caught � at least not yet. But she had to get rid of him soon without arousing suspicion. �I am fine. How are you? Today?�

�Say, I�m off duty in a couple of hours, and I�d be glad to personally take you on a tour of the city, if you like. I can get you into places that you wouldn�t -�

Suddenly she gasped and brazenly clutched her breasts. Her time had run out! The drug was wearing off, and its effect would diminish quickly and painfully, as she�d been warned.

The cop was immediately concerned for her welfare, but wasn�t at all sure what he was dealing with. His first impression was that the woman might be having a heart attack, but he wasn�t certain what was happening. In a moment, to his disbelief, her noticed that tits were suddenly much bigger than they had been. Collier was a seasoned judge of boob size, and there was no question about it. In fact, impossible as it seemed, her bosom was still growing!

They swelled up against her hands, growing bigger by the second until they ripped through her blouse and burst out into the open. The officer spoke into his shoulder radio and called for an ambulance. Though he had no idea what was happening, this woman needed some kind of attention, and she certainly didn�t need to be flashing a pair of huge naked tits right in front of the White House.

Linda Gottlieb was the best technician in the lab. She was brilliant and intuitive, and was widely respected among her peers for her groundbreaking work and broad scientific expertise. She was also drop-dead gorgeous, a condition she�d learned to minimize by wearing huge glasses (which she hardly needed), fixing her long hair tightly behind her head, and by wearing only conservative, almost frumpy, clothes. Her experience was that the scientific community would not take her work as seriously if she were perceived to be a babe.

Located in Gaithersburg, Maryland, just outside of Washington, DC, the lab was officially attached to the National Institute of Standards and Technology. Linda�s paycheck, however, came from elsewhere.

She was performing a spectrographic analysis on a top priority sample that had arrived that morning via government courier. Instead of being accompanied by the normal paper trail, the package included only a chain-of-custody form and a toll-free number for reporting her findings. This was not standard operational procedure for an NIST lab, but it was nothing unusual for Linda.

The sample was so small it was almost invisible to the naked eye. She unscrewed the cap of the tiny glass vial and peered into it. She could see a single miniscule black spec at the bottom, which she could only assume was the analyte. With such a minimal amount of material to work with, Linda would have to get it right the first time. She absently sniffed the open vessel before preparing the sample for acid dissolution. It was one of those casual acts that one never thinks about until its unforeseen effects are manifested. Though there was no detectable odor, a microscopic particle of the sample had lifted away and was whisked into her nostril, lodging in the mucous membrane of her nasal passage.

She sat on a stool waiting for the dissolution process to break down the elements of the sample for spectral analysis. She hated babysitting �black� materials when there was so much else to do, but the job required that such things not leave her possession at any time. That meant that even if she had to leave the lab to use the restroom, the sample went with her. As she paged through the current issue of American Laboratory, strange workings were taking place inside her body. Her brain was receiving minute electrical impulses � instructions that rerouted certain hormones here and there, and reprogrammed various organs to function at higher levels and with broader scope.

When the dissolution was done, she loaded the clear liquid into the autosampler and initiated the automatic analysis. She watched the turntable rotate the vessel into position, observing the sampler arm as it came down and drew the analyte out for analysis. She picked up the empty vial and disposed of it in a container reserved for hazardous materials, absolving herself from the responsibility of possession. Now she could take a break while the analysis was automatically being performed.

The break room was not much larger than a closet, having only one small table and a stand upon which sat the coffeepot and its paraphernalia. As she sat there alone, enjoying the peace of doing nothing at all, she sneezed. The jolt sent tiny bioelectrical charges through her nervous system to parts of her body that needed only that small amount of electrical catalyst to begin reacting in an unprecedented manner.

The transformation occurred so quickly it seemed instantaneous, even though it was the result of a complex series of causes and effects. Before she had even finished her first sneeze, her modest breasts suddenly increased in volume about a cup size! With the second sneeze, they expanded another cup size with a pop, as Linda�s brassiere broke open beneath her blouse.

Unaware of the real reason her bra had come undone, she giggled, thinking it had merely been the violence of sneezing that had made it happen. It wasn�t a big deal: even if the bra was damaged, she could go for the rest of the day without it. The lab coat hides all.

She took another sip of coffee and got up to visit the ladies� room to see about her bra. Her mind was focused on a thousand things that were more important than uncomfortable underwear, and the added bulk in her bust went unnoticed. As she walked, the odd bouncing sensation nagged at the periphery of her consciousness, but failed to win her attention. It wasn�t until she was in the restroom with her blouse unbuttoned that she realized something very strange had happened. Her humble B-cup boobs had grown up into proud D-cup beauties, standing out as pretty as could be.

It was like seeing someone else�s breasts. After her mind wearied of not being able to comprehend how it had happened, she began to appreciate what a really nice set of tits now protruded from her chest. She wanted to take a good look at them in the mirror, but was afraid of being embarrassed by somebody walking in on her. It could wait. For now she wadded up the expired brassiere, stuffed it in her purse, and buttoned up her shirt over her ample bare bosom.

 

The head nurse strode briskly down the hospital corridor followed by a man and a woman in conservative business attire. She entered a waiting area that was unoccupied except for the presence of a uniformed policeman, whom she approached.

�This is Officer Peter Collier of DCPD; he witnessed the event,� she said, looking at the two as she gestured to the cop.

�Officer Collier,� Kerp said, offering his hand, �I�m Agent Louis Kerpalscheiker, this is my partner, Agent Michelle Myers - thanks for talking to us.�

As the nurse walked away, Michelle took a turn shaking the cop�s hand, asking, �We understand you were having a conversation with the victim when this occurred; is that correct?�

�Yeah, that�s right,� Collier affirmed. He didn�t want to appear foolish in front of two federals, but Pete was having a hard time not staring at Michelle�s tremendous bust.

�What were you talking about?� Kerp asked.

�I was hittin� on her.�

�Good lookin�?�

�Very,� he said nodding, �but in an unusual kind of way. Different. But definitely attractive. Tall girl.�

�Tell us exactly what happened. Don�t leave anything out, no matter how trivial or potentially embarrassing.�

�Well, I was due to get off my shift in an hour or so, and I saw this pretty woman who looked like a tourist, so I struck up a conversation, hoping to get her to go out with me. Turns out she doesn�t speak English, but I�m still trying. Then she cries out and grabs her chest. At first I thought she was havin� a heart attack, but after a couple seconds I saw that her boobs had gotten a lot bigger. They were huge!� He then involuntarily glanced at Agent Myers� immense bosom, realizing that his concept of the term �huge� needed some revision.

�Approximately how big was her bust before it grew,� Michelle asked, subtly pushing her great breasts out just slightly, applying her psychological training.

The officer tore his gaze away from the federal pulchritude and knitted his brow thoughtfully. �I don�t know - I guess about -� he said, gesticulating from his chest with cupped hands, indicating his estimate.

�That�d be about an F- or G-cup,� Michelle observed.

�You got me. I have no idea how bra sizes work.�

�So then what happened?�

�She kind of fainted and I called an ambulance. I put my coat over her chest �cause her breasts had actually torn through her blouse.�

�Was she wearing a bra?�

�Not that I saw.�

Kerp looked at Michelle and raised an eyebrow. �A G-cup going braless? You�re sure she�s not a hooker?�

�Naw. Didn�t have the look. Hookers advertise.�

�How�d you happen to be here at the hospital at this time?� Michelle asked. �Were you visiting the victim?�

�No, I was just getting my coat back,� he answered, holding it up. �Have you seen her yet?�

�No, we wanted to talk to you while you were still here.�

�Well I need to go now, so if you agents are through with me, you ought to go in and see her.

As they walked into the semi-private room, it was obvious which of the patients was the subject in question. She was in the far bed against the wall, with wrist restraints securing her to the bed frame, apparently asleep. Her huge breasts ballooned up beneath the covers, rising and falling gently as she breathed.

Kerp touched her forearm and said, �Excuse me, ma�am?�

She opened her eyes lazily and looked at him. Showing her his ID, he said, �I�m sorry to disturb you, but we have some questions we�d like to ask. I�m Agent Kerpalscheiker and this is my partner, Agent Myers.�

Upon turning her gaze toward Michelle, she sat bolt upright with eyes wide, gawking at the agent�s extraordinary bosom. The sheet fell away from her chest, revealing her own enormous, naked breasts. She was unconcerned about this exposure and made no effort to cover herself. Staring unabashedly at Michelle�s huge bust, she pointed and made a comment in a language that neither of the agents understood.

�Do you speak English?� Kerp asked her. When the woman didn�t respond, he asked in German, �Sprechen sie Deutsch?�

With still no answer, Michelle tried Spanish, Chinese, Russian, and Japanese, none of which evoked a response either.

Kerp noticed an article of clothing lying on a nearby chair, and picked it up. Holding it out before him, he saw it was a blouse with large tears in the front. �What do you think, Mich?� he asked his partner.

�Beats me. I�ve never heard of anything like this. What�s your take on it?�

�Spontaneous Breast Enlargement.�

�Excuse me?�

�SBE: a sudden unexplained and dramatic increase in mammary tissue mass due to an unknown catalyst.�

�This has happened before?� Michelle asked incredulously.

�Not that I know of. Sounds good, though, doesn�t it?�

Michelle grinned. �I guess that would look better on our report than  �duh�.�

Kerp tossed the ruined garment back on the chair. �Well, since she ain�t talking, let�s get a blood sample and take a picture.�

Michelle called the nurse while Kerp got out his digital camera disguised as a microcassette recorder.

The night sky over Groom Lake was often filled with strange lights: lights that convinced many that captured alien spacecraft were secretly being flown out of the notorious airbase located there. In truth, the researchers there would have been glad to have the advantage of studying advanced technology from another world, but as it was, they were forced to develop their sophisticated toys the hard way � by old-fashioned inspiration and perspiration.

On most nights the strange lights in the sky were experimental military aircraft; sometimes the source of the illumination was an unknown. Tonight, it was the real thing.

Monitoring Earth�s broadcast transmissions had not only taught their computers to understand our many languages, they had also learned a myriad of things about our nature. For example, that we tend to be a war-like people, and that even when we aren�t making war, we are preparing to do so. They also learned that there is a secret airbase in the Nevada desert where our most advanced weapons technology is developed and tested. It was logical to send someone to have a look. The matriarchy didn�t like surprises when conquering a planet. Such endeavors were to be bloodless in accordance with the dignity befitting the Queen of Humanity, whose servants now hovered in their scout craft above the buildings near the dry lakebed.

Civilians and military personnel alike had dropped what they were doing and had come out on the tarmac to behold this spectacle. It just floated noiselessly, about 200 yards overhead � close enough to get a good look at it. A couple of authorized photographers were snapping pictures and taking video of the thing; not the grainy, blurred images that typifies UFO sightings, but clear, detailed photographic evidence showing advanced technology from another world.

The small ship, a low rectangular pyramid barely 250 feet long, required only a crew of two and a complimentary man-slave. The Commander of the ship watched the onlookers on a view screen while the Assistant Commander listened to radio chatter. Engrossed, they didn�t notice their slave open a panel he wasn�t supposed to have a key for, and remove a small cylinder from its clip. He closed the panel again and dropped the cylinder into a nearby disposal chute.

A minute later, a critical component of the anti-gravity drive began overheating, with drastic results. Unable to continue using the planet�s gravity against itself, the unit failed and the ship succumbed to the relentless Newtonian pull. Like falling in an elevator, there was a brief period of weightlessness in the cabin as the vehicle fell to the ground, a moment which ended abruptly with a loud crash.

Safety devices kept the occupants uninjured, but the ship was no longer capable of providing a means of escape from these natives. The two officers collected their wits and searched the instrument panel for a clue as to what had happened. The Commander noticed a peculiar reading on one of the displays and turned around to look at the panel that the man had opened not long before. The closed panel door told her nothing, but the smug look on the slave�s face said all she needed to know. Sabotage.

From her pocket she drew a small device about the size of a television remote control, and pointed it at him. The closest translation of his last words would be, �You pregnant snake,� which he uttered just before his face ran down onto his chest.

Among the shipboard systems that were still functional were the outer view screens, which now showed a ring of natives circling the downed ship with their weapons trained on it. The Assistant Commander announced, �They insist we surrender peaceably, Lady. They threaten us with force.�

�I see a group of them working to gain entry even now, Sister. They are perplexed by the impulsion field.�

�How long will the power generators last?�

�The generators will last indefinitely. But the energy sinks will not. If we don�t shut them down very soon, the ship will burn up.�

�But shutting the sinks down will interrupt the impulsion field and the enemy will gain entry - we�ll be captured! It is better to die!�

�No, it is better to live to serve the Queen. They will certainly capture us, but in a few days these people will be subject to our empire and then we will be freed.�

The Commander touched a couple spots on the control board, and the ship�s systems went silent and dark. In a moment the emergency lights came on, and the Assistant asked, �Are we to put up a fight then, Lady?�

�No. These savages aren�t worth dying over. But stow all weapons in the security hold: we can�t let them fall into the enemy�s hands.�

Captain Ron Phillips led his men inside the spaceship as soon as the hatch had been pried open. With rifles raised, they stepped cautiously through the odd smelling corridor until they came to a door that was standing open, as if in invitation to them. In the chamber beyond were three human beings. Or rather two humans and what was left of a third.

�Holy shit!� one of the men intoned. He spoke for all. The two tall women, who calmly stood facing them with outstretched palms to show they had no weapons, both had phenomenally huge breasts! Their boobs bulged out extravagantly before them, bigger than prize watermelons and completely exposed.

A female soldier with the security squad allowed a snicker to escape her lips, to which Captain Phillips responded, �Do you find something funny about this situation, corporal?� She immediately fell silent.

The woman with the larger breasts took a step forward and stopped, answered by a unified readying of arms by the detail. She remained motionless until the detail saw that she was merely presenting herself to them. Phillips then walked up to her with his 9-mm service pistol at the ready. Hands still raised, she rotated at the waist and subtly pushed her hip toward the man. He saw a device hanging from her belt, roughly the size and shape of a hand-held video game. Phillips took from her.

�I believe they�re surrendering, people, but stay alert.� He had assumed the thing was a weapon of some kind, but when the woman suddenly spoke to him, he was surprised by the English translation that emanated from it in a strange sounding mechanical voice.

�I am Shallah of D�blis Clan, Group Commander in Her Majesty�s Imperial Fleet.�

The soldiers looked at each other silently and the Captain lifted a walkie-talkie to his mouth and said, �Situation under control in here, sir.� The device then spoke another language, translating the officer�s speech into the alien tongue. Looking at the woman before him, Phillips asked, �Are you in command of this vessel?�

�Do you not see that of the two of us, my breasts are bigger? Yes, I command!� she answered indignantly through the translator.

�You�re saying your rank is determined by the size of your, uh �� the officer gestured to the woman�s huge undulating mammaries.

�By breast size, yes � according to the tradition of the Pilgrim Wanderers who mothered both your species and ours. The woman with the biggest breasts rules.�

Phillips looked at her immense bare boobs and commented, �And you command a lousy scout ship? Well, take me to your fuckin� leader!�

It was 11:30 in the morning, and Kerp�s stomach was starting to growl. He tossed his pen on the desk and looked across at Michelle, who was pecking furiously at her keyboard.

�How about an early lunch?�

Without looking up, she answered, �Oh, was that you I heard rumbling over there? For a second I thought maybe the building was about to collapse.�

�I have a sudden urge for a Rueben sandwich at Johnny�s. Wanna come?�

�Oooo! I love their chicken salad.�

�If we leave now we can beat most of the crowd.�

It was a short walk and a fine day for it. Michelle�s extraordinary figure turned a dozen or two heads on the way, and they arrived at the small luncheonette in time to get a booth.

They had placed their orders and were sitting nursing their drinks when a woman came up to their table and sat next to Kerp.

�Excuse me for barging in like this, I won�t be a moment,� she apologized.

�Linda!� Kerp exclaimed. �It�s been a while! How�ve you been?�

�Good! You?�

�I�m fine! This is my partner, Agent Michelle Myers; Michelle this is Dr. Linda Gottlieb. She�s an analytical chemist with NIST.�

The two women exchanged greetings and shook hands across the table.

�I was picking up a take-out order here when I saw you and your partner, so I came over to say hello and to ask you about something,� she stated with gravity.

�Sure.�

�I don�t know if you noticed, but I�ve changed since the last time we saw each other.�

�Well, yes - I did notice. And if you�re not referring to your figure, then I�m going to be extremely embarrassed.�

She smiled. �Relax, Louis; that is what I meant. I�ve gone from �� she paused and lowered her voice almost to a whisper. �Three days ago I still took a B-cup bra as always; now I have to wear a double-D, and I have no idea what caused this to happen! I thought maybe you might be able to shed some light on this � because of your line of work, I mean.�

�How quickly did this change take place?� Michelle asked.

�All of a sudden! I was at work when it � Yah!� Linda interrupted herself, noticing Michelle�s enormous bosom for the first time. �Oh dear. Please excuse me; I didn�t mean to be rude! You just � sort of took me by surprise. I mean your �� she gestured toward Mich�s abundance.

�That�s perfectly alright, Dr. Gottlieb � I�m not offended.�

Kerp chuckled. �I was wondering when you were going to notice.� Looking across at his partner, he explained, �Y�see, Mich, like most outstanding scientific minds, Linda is an extreme left-brainer. Her focus is so intense and narrow, she sometimes gets too busy looking at the trees to notice the forest.�

Linda gave Kerp a playful elbow jab that was familiar enough to bother Michelle, and it bothered her that it bothered her.

�Actually, I�m afraid Louis is right. I do sometimes miss the obvious. Anyway as I was saying, it happened suddenly. Now this may sound crazy, but I have a theory that it may have been triggered by sneezing.�

Kerp started giggling at this, but Michelle kept her cool.

�Of course I can�t be sure about this without doing some experimentation, but I�m hesitant to risk sneezing again in case it�s true. I mean I love having big boobs now, but I don�t necessarily want to get any bigger.�

Michelle was tempted to tell her not to knock it if she hadn�t tried it, but kept quiet.

�We were asked to look into a strange case a couple of days ago,� Kerp said, �where a woman experienced a sudden enlargement of her breasts.�

�After she sneezed?� Linda asked.

�I don�t know. She doesn�t speak English, German, Spanish, Chinese, Russian, or Japanese, so we didn�t find out much.�

�It was a pretty drastic enlargement, though,� Michelle added. �And the young woman was about a G-cup before the enlargement took place.�

�G? Gee!� Linda exclaimed.

�Now, she�s really big. I�m not saying this incident is in any way related to what you�ve experienced, but it isn�t out of the question,� Kerp said.

Michelle nodded. �In any case, I think it�s worth looking into. Especially if it turns out there�s some correlation.�

�I agree,� Kerp said. �What had you been doing before the first enlargement episode, Linda?�

�Running a sample.�

�What kind of analyte?�

�It was classified material, so I don�t know where it was from. There were isotopic anomalies present, � the kind of stuff that comes from meteorites - so I concluded it was extraterrestrial in origin.�

�No kidding!� Kerp responded, knitting his brow.

Linda nodded and pinched her nose closed.

�What - do I offend?� Kerp asked dryly.

�No, no.� she said, sounding as if she were congested. �I feel a sneeze coming on. Probably psychosomatic because we�re talking about sneezing. Like yawning.�

Their waitress appeared with their lunch order and set it on the table before them. Linda let go of her nose so she wouldn�t look foolish in front of the girl.

After the waitress left, Linda said, �Well, I�ll let you two enjoy your lunch. I just wanted to get your opinion about this.�

�Sorry we weren�t much help,� Kerp offered.

�Oh, no � I don�t know what I was expecting you to �� and Linda suddenly sneezed.

Kerp had been busy peeking into his Rueben when the event happened, but Michelle was paying attention and was actually able to observe Linda�s bosom pop out a bit when she sneezed.

Linda reached into her purse and got a tissue, and as she wiped her nose, she gazed down at her chest. Her blouse was stretched tight across her big bust and gaps had opened up between the buttons. �Well, this supports my theory: I�m bigger again. Not that this tells me anything. I still have no idea how or why it happens.�

Kerp stared openly at Linda�s expanded bosom for a length of time that seemed much too long to Michelle. She straightened up in her seat so her own, far bigger breasts were more prominent.

�This worries me, Linda,� said Kerp. �I�d like you to go see the bureau�s doctor. He�s extremely knowledgeable in matters concerning mammary growth, and he might be able to tell you something whereas a regular doctor wouldn�t have a clue. Let me call him and arrange an appointment for you.�

�That�d be great,� she answered, still looking down at her boobs. �Just let me know when he can see me and I�ll make time in my schedule. You still have my number?�

�I don�t know; why don�t you give it to me just in case,� he said, taking out a pen and a scrap of paper.

Michelle felt pleased that Kerp hadn�t kept up with Linda�s phone number, which made it easier for her to have sympathy for the woman. After Linda had said good-bye and had left the restaurant with her take-out order, Michelle asked, �Where do you know her from?�

�She helps out from time to time doing spectral analysis requiring high levels of detection. She�s good.�

I�ll bet she is. �Very pretty, too.�

Albert W. Hunsucker looked up from his work, gasped and turned off his tractor. There were only three things in his present field of vision: acres of corn stalks, his John Deere, and an object about the size and shape of a football stadium, gliding through the air overhead. Though he was the first human to ever see the Mammalien consulate ship, history would afford him no place of honor or remembrance, save this mention only. The ship was navigating its way toward Washington DC, and that was where the history would be made.

The thing took its sweet time getting to its destination, making no effort to conceal its presence, drifting along in an easterly course. Authorities were notified, news media got hold of it, people began following after it in their cars, and soon military aircraft were swarming around the craft. Attempts to communicate were broadcast on every frequency and via conceivable medium, but there was no response. Finally an ultimatum was issued, that the ship land and surrender, or it would be fired upon. The deadline expired, and the Air Force dealt the strange vehicle an overwhelming dose of firepower as it crossed an unpopulated area, but the ship merely continued drifting along, indifferent to the attack.

The Pentagon was in a panic. The alien craft's course had been plotted and there was no question but that it was coming to pay a visit to the capitol of the United States of America. The closer it got, the harder they fought it and the more sophisticated hardware they threw at it, but never with the slightest effect. The use of nuclear weapons was discussed briefly, but the President ordered that they be held in reserve for only the most extreme situation. For all they knew, the ship was impervious to nuclear attack as well.

It finally arrived just after sunset at the Mall of the Washington Monument, hovering silently as the attention of the entire world was fixed on the impending encounter. All over the globe, citizens of Earth from every walk of life stood still and watched the televised arrival of intelligence from another planet. For almost an hour, the vehicle just floated there while news anchors rattled on and on, killing time with rambling commentary.

Then, an overwhelmingly powerful carrier signal was broadcast over all commercial and private broadcast frequencies simultaneously, blocking out the normal transmissions. The message was first transmitted in English, and then it was repeated in all the other major languages: "We send greetings to the population of the planet you call Earth. We come from the planet Mammalia that orbits a star in this galaxy. We have determined that your species shares a common ancestry with ours. Though we differ in appearance from you in minor ways, much as your own species has brought forth different races, we share the same human DNA. Our emissary will now come out to meet with you. You will treat her with respect, or you will die.�

A light came on about midway up the side of the huge ship, and after a moment, the light began to descend slowly. TV cameras zoomed in on the light and revealed that it emanated from something like an elevator car, except that there were no cables or other support devices attached to it: the thing was just floating down on its own. In a minute it touched down lightly, and the entire earth held its breath waiting for the door of the elevator to open. Television crews trained their lights on it, making it as bright as noon in that small spot. Commentators spoke in hushed, expectant tones. People of all ages and nationalities leaned toward their TV sets, hungry for whatever was about to happen. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, the door opened and a figure stepped out into the light.

As one, the world looked upon the person standing on Earth for the first time. This was indeed a human form, though as they had said, obviously diverse from that of our own. Six billion people stared in open-mouthed disbelief at the young alien woman on their screens. Her face was a bit strange looking, yet it was truly a beautiful face. She had thick reddish-brown hair flowing past her shoulders and down her back. She was a muscular woman, but not overly so, and though it was hard to tell for sure without a nearby reference, she looked to be taller than a terrestrial human female. Her uniform was brief and utilitarian, covering only the lower torso. The fact that this gorgeous alien lady was appearing topless on global television was certainly enough to shock most people, but what truly stupefied everyone was the spectacular size of the woman's breasts! Her huge bosom blossomed out from her chest profoundly, bigger than a fat woman�s ass. Her firm, bulbous tits swung and bobbed heavily as she took a few steps away from the elevator car.

Near Corbin, Kentucky, two retired gentlemen sat in the living room of an old farmhouse watching these events unfold on television. Intently watching the woman with the giant naked breasts, one commented, "You know somethin�, Edgar?�

�What�s that, Chauncey?� the other responded.

�They sure grow 'em big up there in space!"

In less than two minutes, network engineers and directors had implemented the means to digitally distort the area of the screen where the alien woman�s tremendous naked boobs were, turning that part of the picture into dancing varicolored squares.

The visitor looked around at the sea of lights and could not see the direction in which she was to go. Taking a small flashlight-shaped appliance from her belt, she waved it around like a wand, and wherever it pointed, electric lights failed and winked out. When she had doused enough of them to see her surroundings, she marched up to a group of military men who appeared to have some authority, standing beside their wheeled land vehicle. The senior officer stepped forth and faced the woman, wondering to himself what it would be like to just grab what was dangling nakedly mere feet away.

Without the use of a translating device, the woman said in oddly accented English, �I have studied your language and I will speak it with you. Tell me if I am understandable to you.�

�Uh, yes; I understand you.�

�Good. This machine I give you now will help you understand why we come. It will show you what you must do and what your world will gain in return.� She handed the officer an object the size of a book. �I am Un�freai of Wheuna Clan, Emissary of Her Majesty, Empress Laktra the Great Mother: ruler of the Mammalien domain and Queen of all Humanity.�

The man looked at her a moment and said, �Colonel Charlie Whitaker. Nice to meet ya.�

�Take this machine to your President. Tell him we hold him responsible for delivering its message to the rulers of your other nations. Queen Laktra comes in three days. You would do well to be prepared.�

With that, she turned and walked back to her elevator car, her immense breasts bouncing gravidly.

The device was taken immediately to the Pentagon by order of the President, where top experts from all over the world began studying it. The message had been recorded in all the major languages of Earth, and made clear the consequences of defying the Mammaliens. Scenes of unimaginable planetary destruction were replayed on the screen as the voice explained how the crumbling planets, which had once been more technologically advanced than Earth, were now reduced to debris as a result of mounting a military defense against Her Majesty�s Imperial Forces.

To further enforce the threat, the device explained that its built-in computers were scanning nearby objects, searching for something upon which to demonstrate a mere fraction of the destructive power that could be brought to bear. It selected an empty chair and displayed the image of it on its screen. Suddenly there was a brief flash, a smell of smoke and ozone, and the chair ceased to exist. A chair-shaped cloud of white ash hung in the air for a split second, and then began drifting slowly down to the carpet.

Then the background music brightened, sounding so much like a 1950�s television soundtrack that it would have been laughable in a less serious situation. The voice began expounding upon the wonderful benefits the population of Earth would enjoy under the Mammalien Empire, listing cures for diseases such as cancer, cerebral palsy, various kinds of blindness, and numerous other afflictions. Males could become slaves if they desired, living luxuriously in the service of the wealthy. Earth would receive advanced technology that would eliminate poverty and make life easier.

But behind all the glittery Utopian promises, the specter of bondage still lurked, haunted by the echoes of empty promises held forth by regimes of Earth�s history. The military leaders insisted they be allowed a chance to save our way of life, but the diplomats refused to exact the threatened price of resistance on their constituencies. The arguments grew louder and more heated as time wore on.

In a warehouse somewhere outside Washington DC, a young woman had been following these recent events on television. She had expected the authorities to come to her by then, but apparently these people were as dull witted as they were brutish.

The door opened and she shifted her gaze to the person entering her room. It was mealtime again. She hollered to the attendant, �Tell the doctor I need to talk to him. It�s important!� The man glanced at her and walked out without speaking. It pissed her off to be ignored, but just as she was working up a nice head of steam about it, the doctor came in.

�You wanted to see me?�

�Yes, I do!�

�Are you feeling okay?�

�Fine. Listen. Are you assholes paying attention to the news outside?�

�Of course. You mean the invasion, I assume. A terrible thing. Who�d have thought something like this could actually ��

�Shut up and listen. I think I know a way out of this! I�m serious. Use your government connections and get me a phone in here with a general on the other end. Somebody in control!�

�You want a telephone?� the doctor asked skeptically, looking over his reading glasses.

�I don�t give a shit if it�s a two tin cans and a string!� she shouted. �You put me in touch with someone with some clout! Someone interested in listening to a simple plan that could save us all from the fucking aliens!�

The doctor had never seen her in such an agitated state, and decided to pass the message on, just in case.

Flanked on two sides by nasty looking gunships, the huge Royal Barge touched down softly on the grass where the President�s helicopter normally landed. A total of 26 dignitaries were waiting to make their grand entrance onto this planet�s political stage, and the world had its TV cameras ready and rolling. A Royal Protest had been lodged against the television broadcast industry, demanding that they refrain from digitally distorting the breasts of Mammalien officials on screen, but that their images be broadcast clearly. The protest included a threat of violent consequences if the insult were perpetrated again, so no further effort was made to censor the visitors� immense bare breasts.

The supreme commander of the Imperial Forces appeared first. The woman�s tremendous mammaries wobbled heavily as she walked, so big they dipped down below her hips as they bounced. But then behind her emerged the Mammalien equivalent of a Secretary of State, whose boobs were even more enormous! They quivered and shook as she proudly paraded out in front of the television cameras, strutting along with her chest puffed out. Her nipples were just as grandiose, bulging proudly from the prominent, gently pointed tip of each preposterously gigantic boob. The areolae that framed them were wide and swollen, as if in an effort to thrust her nipples out even farther. They danced and wiggled at the ends of her unbelievably immense breasts as they caromed about.

People all around the globe gasped at the sight of this woman's mammoth naked tits on their TV screens, just as they had gasped at the sight of the one before her. Again and again, alien women emerged from the ship and stepped down the stairs, each with bigger tits than the last. When the last dignitary had disembarked, the gasping stopped and a dumbstruck silence fell as their leader appeared, Empress Laktra the Magnificent.

And magnificent she was. Lovers of huge breasts beheld their Queen. Her boobs were so phenomenally colossal that she required a triple-width door to allow clearance for the mind-numbing magnitude of her mammoth mammaries. The sheer weight of the woman's gargantuan breasts required that they be suspended from an anti-gravity system that floated over her gigantic bosom, supporting it from above by a network of wide straps. Even with this technological assistance, the astounding volume and mass of her gigantic breasts made it difficult for her to maneuver conveniently. She walked very slowly, steering the bulk of her preposterously huge tits. Each massive tit was about four feet in diameter if not more, making her bust as a whole at least eight feet wide.

This parade of gigantic unclothed bosoms was broadcast worldwide over commercial cable networks as well as over the many broadcast affiliates of the television networks. As Peter Jenkins made commentary over the video, he talked about everything in the universe, rarely making mention of the size of the women's bosoms; however one could sense that he was in fact somewhat flustered by the sheer volume of bare femininity on display.

All over the world, thousands upon thousands of men who loved extremely large breasts watched history unfold on their television sets while they masturbated. Millions of VCRs worldwide were rolling, making a video record of all the incredibly enormous pairs of naked tits that cavorted, swung, bobbled, and bounced - pair after pair of them - as the visiting alien dignitaries assembled on the front lawn of the White House.

It was a beautiful day for the outdoor ceremony. The top political heavyweights of the world were all lined up together, everyone from the American President to the Chairman of the People�s Republic of China, their political differences having paled in the face of this threat to their power. After the Empress had made her entrance, each of Earth's international representatives filed past her in accordance with the instructions given to them. They were to kiss her once upon each huge breast without speaking, being careful not to kiss or even brush against her nipples, as public touching of the royal nipples was strictly forbidden.

As the ceremony dragged on, the VIPs from two worlds stood around chatting politely while sipping their drinks: champagne from Earth and a really awful Mammalien drink made from fermented breast milk. The various heads of terrestrial states tried to look dignified, forced to publicly hobnob among the alien officials with their gigantic tits exposed.

After the Empress had formally received Earth�s dignitaries, she would address some brief remarks to her new subjects, and then the treaty would be signed. The Great Mother turned to the microphones, which were on long boom stands so her excessive protuberance wouldn't knock them over. She began talking into the tiny translator device she held in her hand, and in less than a second, a stilted but very understandable voice spoke in English. "People of the planet Earth, we greet you. We are the Great Mother, Laktra: ruler of the Mammalien domain. You have seen that our technology is far superior to yours. We could easily destroy your entire civilization. But we are an enlightened race, as shown by the size of our breasts." For cultural reasons, the logic of this statement was lost on most Earth people, though a small minority seemed to like the idea. Thrusting her chest out to emphasize her stupendous tits, she continued, "And you can see by the great size of my breasts why I rule: mine are the biggest of all women on all the planets of humanity's races. Who among you could defeat me? Your women have no breasts!" Millions of terrestrial females started getting pissed off. "Little pimples, the biggest of you! And you let your men rule over you! You are nothing but a collection of <no translation available>.�

As the Empress spoke, a sound that had been lost amongst the background clamor gradually grew in volume and presence until it drew the attention of all in attendance at the "press conference". It was a very large military helicopter, from the bottom of which was suspended what appeared to be some sort of modular building. The beefy chopper circled an area near the podium and slowly lowered the great box to the ground. The cables were released with a clank and fell slack as the helicopter lifted away leaving its payload behind.

The Queen stopped speaking as she and her entourage did their best to show their indignation at such an impertinent interruption.

A metallic clamor came from the module, and then all four sides came falling outward with four syncopated slams, leaving the roof supported by corner posts. Hundreds of video cameras zoomed in on the box and its newly revealed contents. The lenses focused on a lovely young Earth girl wearing only a pair of jeans. Her bare breasts were by far the biggest anyone from any planet had ever seen. The container she had been transported in was 24 feet square, and they were barely able to fit both tits inside. They now had spread out to their natural firm shape, undulating massively before the world. The poor woman was obviously a prisoner of her bosom's immense size and weight.

Across the globe as they watched their televisions, every tit-man on Earth sat up and took notice, as did the leg-men, ass-men, cunt-men, feet men, and even the gay men, paying silent tribute to this astounding pair of inconceivably huge breasts. Women also paused in their conversation and thought to ponder in hushed awe the biggest boobs ever grown by their gender.

Boob lovers watched in rapturous wonder, rejoicing that breasts of such magnitude truly existed and had appeared on their screen. Millions of VCRs recorded the image of this woman for posterity and for jerking off to later.

The woman with the gigantic breasts brought a bullhorn up to her mouth and addressed the huge space ship. "Mammaliens! Listen to me! My name is Janet DiGiovanni!" she called out into the mouthpiece.

Agent Michelle Myers, sitting nude on her bed watching television, reached for her phone, only to have it ring just as she picked it up. �Myers,� she answered.

�It�s Kerp! Are you watching?�

�Yes! I was just going to call you!�

�It�s her! Is she doing what I think she�s doing?�

Upon seeing Janet, the Mammaliens scrambled hurriedly back into the Royal barge, their immense bosoms flopping and flailing the whole way. The amplified sound fell on the ship�s sensors, and Empress Laktra was soon on her way to the Communications Center along with her advisors, aides, and breast grooms. Commotion reigned in the darkened control room as all eyes were riveted on the large viewing screens lining the walls. When the Queen confirmed what she was seeing, she gasped in horror, and her entourage parroted her reaction the next moment. There on the screen was the image of an incredibly gigantic pair of breasts along with the woman attached to them, dwarfed by comparison. She was speaking her own tongue through a crude amplification device.

�Let me hear the translation of her words!� the Empress commanded.

�Yes, your Preponderant Mammiferousness,� a man-slave replied. Their computers translated: "...according to your own law! So if the size of your breasts is really the way you determine leadership, then look at me! These are my true breasts! If you have a way to scan me, you'll see that!" The Mammaliens already had done so, and saw that her breasts were not prosthetic in part or whole. Her enormous bosom was all glorious natural flesh. The woman continued, "The people of Earth have brought me here to make my rightful claim to the throne of your empire! So I put it to you again: Do I reign supreme over all humanity, or is your law a lie?" She paused a moment, waiting for some kind of response. "Are these the biggest fuckin' tits you've ever seen, or what?" Though their computers had trouble with Janet�s colorful terminology, the meaning was clear.

Like or not, the law was the law, and without it even an advanced civilization could not survive. The Prime Minister stepped up to the Empress and said, �It is with deepest regret, Your Majesty, that I must ask you to surrender the Royal Nipple Rings.�

In the years following Janet�s ascension to the throne of the Mammalien empire, the states of Earth remained free under her authority, carrying on business as usual except for the burden of an annual tribute in the amount of 10% of the world�s gross global product. This came to be known informally as the �Tit Tax�. Her dictates were never questioned because her protection was vital to the survival of terrestrial culture.

In the night sky, a dot of light descended from the stars, another bus from Earth carrying men coming to the Mammalien home world to sell themselves into slavery as concubines to some wealthy, giant-breasted patron. Such a woman would consider herself lucky to be able to purchase one of these Earth males who once ruled their women: an exotic find for the well-moneyed and powerful. Some of these mammophiles had come directly to Empress Janet, pledging their lifelong allegiance and service. From the ranks of these devotees, she had created a personal guard who lived for the sight (and sometimes the touch) of their Queen's gargantuan bosom, and protected her from elements that might seek her demises.

She lay in her coliseum-sized bedroom, where her mountainous tits swelled up, towering overhead over a hundred and fifty feet and bulging out about two hundred feet wide each: the biggest breasts in the known universe. Her gigantic nipples were so huge that a man could sit astride one. From her royal cot, Janet looked up at her incredible boobs looming overhead and marveled at how her life had changed.

But in a relatively nearby part of the galaxy there is a startling anomaly. Named Romulus and Remus after the twin boys of Roman mythology who nursed from their surrogate she-wolf mother, these twin planets mystified science. Somehow these planets had come together, their surfaces actually touching each other without being destroyed. Through ultra powerful orbiting telescopes, humans observed that these worlds were almost perfectly smooth and devoid of terrain except for what looked like huge dormant volcanoes, one on each planet. They were each so tall that their peaks rose above the atmosphere. Why were these two bizarre planets clinging together in their orbit? How did they get there and why wasn't there a devastating collision?

What their strongest telescopes could not see was the figure of a woman sandwiched between the planets where they touched. They were in fact sprouting from her chest.