Author's note: This is based entirely on a dream I had one night. I can usually pin point why I have certain dreams and have gotten quite good at interpreting them. This one, however, remains a mystery to me. And, since this was a dream, and dreams don't always follow the laws of physics, some things may seem unbelieveable or perhaps nearly impossible. So be sure to keep that in mind while reading. After all, this is all about fantasy, is it not? Enjoy.
It's so dark here. Why is it so dark? I thought to myself. My eyes were open, for all the good it was doing me. I still couldn't see a thing. Not a shadow, not a thin line of light from under a door, nothing. Where was I? How did I get here? And where were my clothes? The last thing I remembered was turning out the light next to my bed and closing my eyes. Maybe I should try to stand up and find a wall. Then I can hopefully find a door or at least a lightswitch. Oh God..my arms! I can't lift my arms! I can move my fingers, but my arms have been restrained. And whatever I'm lying on is getting very uncomfortable. Am I dead? Is this what it's like to die? To lie alone in a darkened room for eternity? Or maybe I'm not alone. Maybe there's something waiting for just the right moment to... Get ahold of yourself, I mentally scolded myself. Just be quite and listen to the room. Do you hear anything breathing or moving? Not a sound came from the blackness that surrounded me. I must have listened for what seemed like 5 minutes and just as I breathed a sigh of relief, someone struck a match just inches from my face.
The match flared to life and cast a tiny golden halo into the dark. I squinted, trying to see past it to the person beyond, but all I could make out was a form. No way to tell if it was male or female; much less if it was friendly or not. The light floated off to one side where it increased as it ignited a candle and a soft glow enveloped the room. I could see now that my surroundings were sparse. Other than what I was lying on, there was a small table where the candle sat, and farther beyond that a squarish object, still obscured by the shadows. And of course, my captor,-- who I could now tell was female.
She finished lighting the candle and turned back towards me. I searched her face for some sign of recongnition, but found none. Nothing about the dark hair or eyes triggered any memories. She kneeled down next to me and as I opened my mouth to ask the myriad of questions forming in my brain, she shushed me with a single finger across my lips. She leaned forward and I could feel the tiny puffs of her breath against my ear as she said, "Just lay back and enjoy the ride, sweetie. There's nothing you can do about it now."
Enjoy the ride? What did she mean? And who the hell is she? I needed some answers and I needed them now. I lifted my shoulders off the surface below me to try and get some leverage against the bonds holding my arms down. No such luck. They held fast. My captor placed one slim hand on my upper chest and effortlessly pushed me back down again.
"Now, now. Don't go getting yourself all tuckered out. You'll need your strength later on.", the woman said as she walked towards the object that had been hiding in the shadows. Wheeling it towards me, I could see that it was covered by a large cloth which gave no clue as to what was underneath.
Turning back to me, she reached out and brushed a lock of auburn hair from my forehead. "I sense a great deal of defiance in you. Perhaps you ought to sleep a bit before we continue." She waved one hand over my face, causing my eyelids to suddenly droop and my vision to blur. "I'll wake you back up after I've completed the necessary adjustments and then we'll have some real fun."
She was sitting next to me on my "bed" waiting for me to open my eyes. I had no idea how long I had slept, but it couldn't have been too long as the candle next to me seemed no shorter than when it was first lit. "Good, you're awake. I know that you're wondering what this is all about. But to be honest, I can't give you any answers. It's just going to happen, so you might as well enjoy it all you can."
"What? What is going to happen?", I queried as the first words I spoke to her tumbled from my lips.
She smirked at me lying there helpless. "Oh, you'll see. In fact, you won't be able to NOT see it."
As she stood up, I could see that the object was now uncovered and obviously fully functional. Lights flickered here and there on it's front surface; all the while emitting a low hum. I glanced lower and could see that the device sat on top of wheeled cart, with several shelves below. These were lined with metallic cylinders; each about the size of a 2 litre soda bottle. It was while seeing this that I first noticed the tubes. Clear, flexible tubing that ran from the front of the machine to...me. Oh God, I frantically thought, What the hell is she going to do to me? Once more, my eyes traced the path of the tubes, following each curve and dip until they trailed up my side and disappeared behind the curve of my breast. A wave of panic began to wash over me and my captor must have sensed this, for she placed a cool hand against the side of my face and whispered words I could barely discern. Suddenly, every bit of tension left my body and was replaced by a feeling of utter bliss. I hadn't a care in the world.
Everything from that point on seemed to happen in slow motion. My subduer slipped out of her clothes and straddled my body with her knees resting at my hips. She leaned over me and lightly kissed my lips. "Ready for some fun?", she asked. I looked up at her face through a drug-like haze and tried to say something, but my words were more akin to those of a sleepy child than a full grown woman. She smiled at me, obviously happy with the state I was currently in. Reaching to her left, she flipped several switches on the machine and watched as a clear liquid, made amber by the candlelight, made it's way through the tubes and into my body. I felt nothing at first, and even in my fogged brain thought Ha! Whatever was supposed to happen, didn't! I was wrong. I began to feel warm sensation near the bottom side of my breasts, near my ribcage. One that slowly began to spread around to the sides and then up, towards my nipples. In all honesty, it was a very pleasant sensation, and I closed my eyes. Imagine if you will, a balloon being filled with water; and in my mind's eye, I could visualize the warmth speading in that same way. It was as if I was watching the water level slowly rise in tandem with the warm feeling within my breasts. And it was exactly that image that snapped me out of whatever spell she had placed me under.
I was greeted with a sight that nearly caused me to faint. While my eyes had been shut, the liquid that was coursing into my breasts had done its work. I was now several cup sizes larger than before. Mounds roughly the size of large canteloupes rested on my torso. Mounds that quivered with a life of their own as I gasped at the transformation. My captor leaned forward and brushed her cheek across one nipple, then the other causing them to both stiffen of their own accord and causing me to use every ounce of restraint I had to keep from reacting to her behavior. It was one thing to be unprepared for someone to touch me in such a way, but curiously, my nipples seemed extremely sensitive and it was difficult to not respond. Sitting up, she smiled with satisfaction and gave both breasts a loving caress before speaking.
"Now, that wasn't so bad now, was it? And just think, we've only gone through less than half of one cylinder. I really don't think you're going to mind this once I'm through. Sure, you'll have adjustments to make and maybe have to do some explaining to your friends and family, but all in all, you're going to LOVE what I will have done with you. You've made wonderful progress so far. And I feel confident that you can handle all that I have in store for you."
"You mean, there's more?", I gulped.
"Oh yes, so much more. More than you could ever imagine."
I opened my mouth again, ready with a retort, but she waved a hand over my face once more and I found that I had suddenly forgotten what I was about to say.
I glanced downward again and saw that while we had been talking, the saline had continued its journey and I was even bigger than a few minutes ago. I could actually see how they were increasing in size and how the skin was being stretched tightly. It was an almost hypnotic effect. I couldn't tear my eyes away from what was happening. And somewhere in the recesses of my mind, something told me I didn't want to. She leaned forward once more and pressed her face between my breasts, lightly licking the surface of my skin. The roughness of her tongue caused me to shudder slightly and she raised her head long enough to let me know she hadn't missed my reaction. Placing her face back into my cleavage, I watched in amazement as my breasts steadily filled, and rose up to cover her face completely. Larger and larger they grew. Somewhere, my sane mind told me to fight it, but those thoughts were quickly stifled. How was it possible for my body to reach this point? Why hadn't I reached a limitation yet? Surely having breasts so large that the nipples are unreacheable is dangerous. But I honestly didn't care. I just knew that this was what I wanted.
As my breasts grew, so did my arousal. It was as if every cell in my body wanted and needed some sort of stimulation. My breath came out in little pants, and with it came the words, "Yes...yes...please...more." But not once did I ever climax. This was so much better than that. It was steadily increasing arousal, something that felt as if it would never end. Something I didn't want to end.
The passage of time after that was unclear. When the machine gave its signal, she quickly replaced the empty cylinder with a fresh one. A task she completed three more times before finally turning the device off and once more straddling my waist. Looking up, I could barely see her past my hardened nipples. Nipples that she continued to caress, all the while talking to me.
"Now do you see? Do you see how good it can be? Now do you understand why I had to?"
I nodded my head weakly, not darling to open my mouth for fear of uttering nothing more than a moan of pleasure. She must have seen the sadness in my eyes, thinking that it was over.
She continued, "I think you misunderstand, my pet. We're not finished. Not yet, at any rate. Look. Look over there."
She gestured with one hand, and there sitting patiently, was another cart. With four more cylinders resting on its top shelf.
The End