The Body Shop Chronicles
Part 5: Settling In

	And so tomorrow came.  More specifically, the day after Ryan had overthrown a millennia-old underworld society of infighting mages who restricted the natural flow of magic in the world all to themselves and influenced countless facets of everyday life from international policy to the common cultural perceptions of gender equality, that's the day that came.  He was hoping that would kind of sort itself out; that maybe the world could look after itself, people could be trusted, and everything would be OK.
	"Nay, lad, the world cannae look after itself.  People cannae be trusted, ye ken.  It's all goin' to pot now," Willie said in reply to his optimism over breakfast.
	Ryan, Willie, and Echo sat in the kitchen in the living space under the Shop.  Ryan was silently dreading when Kristen would wake up, but so far she seemed a late riser.  For his part, he actually had gotten a fair night's rest sharing a bed with Echo, and she was comfortable enough to remain in her normal form and size even while naked beneath the sheets; but the true mark of the balance between them was that now, in physical contact, there was no uncontrolled leeching of energy, no involuntary flow of strength from one to another.  They had spent a night together, in equilibrium, and in a way that was as good or better than all the sex they had shared so far.  When it came to Kristen, though, unbalanced was the term to use- in more ways than one.
	"Quit being cryptic, old man," Echo said.  "You keep telling us how bad things will be and never why."
	"Ach, I told the lad.  Don't yeh two read each others' minds?"
	"Actually, Willie, it's not quite that simple.  It's a conscious act of will for one of us to let the other in without a fight.  And it's a hard fight," Ryan answered.
	The old man rolled his eyes.  "Right, then.  The quick an' dirty: magic's a force generated by all living things, an' focused by will or emotion.  The more o' it wot floats around, the easier it is to use.  Yer psionics are generated by you alone- even though everyone has their own energy, you two can harness it.  An' through it, yeh can affect the energy of others, the world around yeh, and fer Ryan, even the torrents o' magic itself.  But the mages, aye, they hoarded magic, but they kept it locked away from the common people all o'er the world.  Now, that magic is gonna build up, without anyone harvesting it, and get easier an' easier to use, until someone wi' enough will or emotion learns ta harness it."
	"So the world's supply of magic has to be used somehow?  How does it normally discharge itself?"
	"Ahk, the time before the mage wars was quite chaotic.  People worried abou' survival then, not like today, where most every scuggan on tha street's only worried about their next shag.  Back then, when enough minds feared a dragon, a dragon would attack them.  If enough believed that a minotaur lived in the maze, then it did.  Lone mages built their towers and presented themselves as gods.  But today?  Thar's no more room fer gods or monsters anymore."
	"I hope there's room at the table for me!" Kristen called before appearing naked in the room.  "Hey!  You're all up!  Wasn't anyone going to wake me up for breakfast?"
	"We don't know how late you sleep," Echo replied, feeling in Kristen's thoughts the manner in which she had hoped to be 'woken up'.  "You want up, set an alarm."
	Kristen's mood was clad in bulletproof sunshine.  "Mmm, I really don't try for any time," she said as she exagerrated a prolonged stretch, making sure her enormous breasts and perpetually erect nipples pointed in Ryan's general direction.  "I just get up, ya know, when I totally feel like it."  She finished her posing and sauntered casually up to Ryan at the table.  "So, like, what gets you up?" she asked, bending over slightly towards him.
	"I normally wake up on my own, around six, if you must know."
	"What, just on your own?  Sounds totally boring."
	"Then why don't you come try to wake us up some time yourself?  We'll see what happens then," Echo said with a mischevious grin of her own.  She sat beside Ryan at the table, and Kristen had walked up to him on the opposite side.  Now Kristen looked up at her, and bounced around Ryan's chair to her side.  
	"Really?  I, like, didn't know you were interested."
	Echo gave an appraising look over the breasts on display in front of her, and then ran her hands over the basketball sized orbs.  Kristen moaned in appreciation but then suddenly gasped when Echo grabbed both straining, sensitive nipples and pulsed sexual energy through her entire body.  Kristen grabbed for the table and Ryan's chair to support herself as her knees buckled but staggered backwards into his lap as Echo let go.  The effect on her fecund breasts was immediate, and they began swelling bit by bit, even as she sat there panting.  They grew firm and full and she could feel the liquid within, straining for a release that didn't come.  Undeterred, she began grinding in Ryan's lap, still moaning, and tried to pull his hands up to her nipples.  He kept his arms out of her reach.
	"Trust me, anyone would be interested in those,"
	"Then why isn't he fucking me over this table right now?" Kristen pouted in response, resigned to furiously groping her own areola.
	"He's just playing hard to get."
	"I'd rather he stop playing and get hard."
	For Ryan, reading the ambient surface thoughts of those around him was something of a mixed bag.  On the one hand, if someone walks up to you with intentions of violence and little respect for other human beings it is in your best interest to keep a mind's ear on their inner monologue, as it were, to anticipate their actions and counter appropiately.  On the other hand, when someone with a one-track mind is thinking very loudly about something you don't really want to be occupied with at the moment, you tend to tune them out completely.  
	Which is why, now that Kristen was getting frustrated at Ryan's self-control and suddenly spun around to jam a nipple down his throat, she caught him completely off-guard and by surprise.  However her already tenuous bodily awareness had not accounted for the effects of Echo's touch, so her milk-swollen breasts threw her off balance and smashed into the side of Ryan's head like wrecking balls.  As he was knocked off the chair, Kristen, still on his lap, came with him, in a tumbling heap that completely failed to be either sexy or graceful.  It did manage to amuse Willie, was getting tired of Ryan managing to be so in control all the time.
	"Please try not to break my toys when you're playing with them," Echo said, reproachfully.
	Kristen got her bearings a second after Ryan, who rolled away and had already pushed himself up.  Knowing she wasn't going to be able to move her center of gravity very quickly, she whipped out a hand around Ryan's nearest arm and yanked hard, pulling him back on top of her and into a faceful of still-growing boob.  She cooed at the impact and hugged his head in her cleavage, and he was very glad he had learned how to control his own energy in physical contact.
	"That's right, soft landings.  And let him breath every so often."
	Kristen opened her eyes with a quick glance up at Echo, then released her hold on Ryan's head.  He recoiled back, gasping for breath, and landed back down beside her.  
	From his back, Ryan shot Echo an incredulous look.  "You're condoning this?"  He said.  It was all the time Kristen needed to roll over on top of him.
	"I just dropped a very simple change in her.  She's still carrying a ton of excess power with her from yesterday; we all are, you just tried to hide it.  So there's no way to tell how much she has, just that it's a lot.  So, she's going to keep growing until she's satisfied."
	Kristen giggled.  "Ooo, that's a really long time."
	"Really?  I thought we were over this," Ryan protested, having lifted Kristen off him by the shoulders, but still finding breasts pressing against his face.
	"Honey, we're made for each other, true enough.  But we can do just about anything together.  The possibilities are endless."  She slippled out of her robe and stripped off the loose pyjama spaghetti strap top under it.  "The problem is, endless as they are, whatever we do seems better when we do it in here," she pointed to her head.  "We made love to each other for days and it passed in minutes, and we could do that again whenever we want."  She dropped the loose pants as well, walking naked around behind the aroused Kristen writhing in Ryan's grip.  "But when you're inside someone else, it's grounded."  She grabbed Kristen's hair and yanked her head back, eliciting a loud gasp and moan.  "It's real."  She ripped Ryan's pants completely off with telekinetic force and a wave of her other hand, leaving  Kristen writhing on his unobstructed cock.  "It's visceral."  She swung a leg around the now beanbag-chair-sized breasts splayed across Ryan's torso, threw him one last mischevious grin before turning around, and look down at Kristen's unfocused open-mouthed grin.  "We are now the sole inhabitants of a new world of sensation, you and I, and those sensations only get better when we entertain guests."  She shoved Kristen's gaping mouth into her pussy, and let the energy between them flow- and was still caught off guard with how much zeal Kristen dove in.  Quickly recovering her balance, she relaxed and let out a long, satisfied sigh as Kristen furiously teased, sucked, and nibbled away.  "So let's be entertaining, OK?" 
	All Ryan could see at this point was Kristen's enormous, quivering breasts covering him from the waist up, and the pert little butt of Echo's everyday form.  She hadn't even bothered to grow herself at all; for this, she didn't need to.  He could feel her energy roiling through Kristen, and had he not been there, she wouldn't even have noticed.  But now he felt something else; that same energy was also flowing out of Kristen into him.  It was an intoxicating and implacable feeling, having the strength of Echo, the chaos of Kristen, and the attention-demanding lust of both, and it was grounding right into his crotch.  He couldn't have prevented his immediate erection if he had tried, but at this point, he already knew these two were going to have their way with him and there wasn't much he could do about it.
	Feeling him get hard underneath her- finally!- Kristen jolted with the realization, and immediately rose up on her knees to mount him properly.  Of course, she didn't want to let go of the delicious feast she was having, so she simply grabbed Echo's butt with both hands and carried the woman on her shoulders.  The feeling of being so thoroughly enjoyed was the high that Echo had been looking for, but now she felt Kristen line up and engulf Ryan deep inside, and her legs clamped around Kristen's head with an involuntary twitch.  As her feet drew up from the floor into the arch of Kristen's back, she clung to the auburn-haired head between her thighs and groaned loudly as her muscles went rigid with sensation.  The massive breasts in front of Ryan seemed to take on a new urgency, and now instead of the slow but inexorable expansion they seemed to be filling up with an internal pressure faster than their volume could accomodate, and trickles of pearl-white milk began to emerge from the rock-hard nipples.  Slowly, Kristen rose up and fell down on Ryan's shaft, every pump forcing her already gravid boobs just a little bit fuller.  Echo's breathing became heavy and deliberate, falling in cadence with Kristen's ups and downs, every exhalation a moan.  
	There was lightning brewing between the two women, passing back and forth and growing every time.  The waves of pleasure crashed from the top of Echo's spine to the bottom of Kristen's, setting both on fire.  Echo had formed a link of sensual awareness between them, such that she could feel Ryan's cock penetrate deep inside Kristen, and Kristen felt like she was being fucked and voraciously eaten out at the same time.  Echo could also feel everything about Kristen's massive breasts, now the size of boulders, straining tight with torrents of milk sloshing around inside of them.  The nipples had become so large and so stiff, Ryan wouldn't have been able to get his mouth around one if he could even reach it.  The intense pressure behind them was beginning to hurt, but the tingles of pain only added to the roiling storm of desire.  
	"So... full..." Echo gasped.  Ryan was a little lost in the moment himself; while not sharing in the sensations on Echo and Kristen, he still had plenty of his own, and Kristen's snatch seemed to suckle and pulsate all by itself.  He could still tangentally feel the enamations of pleasure from both of them, but it was a cold, intellectual fact, devoid of the context of flesh.  So, when he sensed the awareness Echo had of how huge Kristen had become, he wondered if he should worry.
	"Ryan, please.... milk them... drain them..." she panted, arching her own back in a reflex action to give her own breasts more room.  While hers weren't doing anything, through her connection with Kristen she felt like the massive pair were attached to her.  Her hands rose from Kristen's head, running up her smooth midriff, to cup and massage her breasts.  Except instead of her own modest bosum she felt as though gentle giant hands were massaging the turgid, hypersensitive, milk-filled monstrosities behind her, and they responded with a sharp spike of knee-buckling pleasure.  Her knees, however, where locked tight behind Kristen's neck to enable the no-hands perch, and would have nothing to do with buckling at that point, so instead her increasingly arched back threw off her balance enough that she collapsed backwards from the waist up, falling into Kristen's cleavage with a smack that sent even more pleasure-pain ripples through the fluid-filled funbags.  Kristen's mouth still being occupied, Echo shrieked for her.
	"Eeeee!  Ryan, she's so full!  You have to get them flowing!"  
	Willie, watching the entire scene as he did so well, saw that Ryan wasn't getting his hands anywhere near the massive, coffee-mug-sized nipples straining in midair, so he figured he might be able to lend a hand, as it were.  He walked up to one of Kristen's engorged teats, savoring the moment before he would start milking in earnest.
	Ryan, also knowing that he'd never reach either one, had a different idea.  He worked his arms up into Kristen's cleavage and pushed them apart with all his might, letting Echo's upper torso fall through and putting her within his reach.  Reach they did; Echo wrapped her arms around Ryan's neck to kiss him and complete the circuit for the energy she and Kristen passed back and forth, and Ryan swept his hands around Echo's boobs before squeezing the tiny, erect nipples.  The sense link between the girls carried everything, and even buried so far into Echo's crotch she barely had room to breath, Kristen squeeled as she felt giant hands cupping her entire expanse of breast and finally tweaking and expressing the leaking tips.  But then Echo landed her kiss and grounded the entire lightning storm of sexual electricity trapped between her and Kristen.  It had a path now, not just a reciprocation- flowing from Echo, through Ryan, into Kristen, and back into Echo, building with the carnal sensations of each link in the chain with every every pass.  And just like lightning, it flashed through them so fast that all they felt was an instant, white-hot crescendo climax that brought an explosive, simultaneous orgasm that each one experienced in themselves, and through the sense link, also in each other.  
	Kristen's tits went off like a fire hose.  While orgasm for Ryan and Echo didn't last much longer than normal, Kristen's didn't end for some time, as spasms and convolutions wracked her body.  The torrent of milk blasting out of her teats was a furious climax sensation all its own, and despite the twitches and ticks she felt paralyzed while the milk poured out in streams.  While the original current of energy had finally spent itself, the sensations that brought it about hadn't gone anywhere, and Echo was stuck in extended orgasm as long as Kristen was.  Twin geysers of milk blasted across the kitchen as the enormous, engorged mammaries finally had their explosive climax, and Kristen's only regret was that she couldn't keep her lips around Echo's clit and scream her head off at the same time.
	After a minute, the streams of milk began to die down, now that the breasts they came from had drained back to at least man-portable size.  Some further shrinkage and they stopped altogether, leaving Kristen sporting a generous pair of prize-winning watermelons only slightly bigger than what she woke up with.  Eventually, the reservior drained, and she and Echo were able to relax and finally begin coming down from the orgasmic high they had been riding on the river of milk Kristen produced.  They released each other and collapsed, Echo snuggling up to Ryan's shoulders and Kristen laying back between his legs, taking care not to let him slip out of her.  Warm milk covered just about the entire kitchen, but for now the only sound was a couple very satisfied sighs.
	Then Willie picked himself up out of the sopping wet wreckage that used to be a counter.  "Ooch, that lass has got herself a condition," he groaned, holding his aching back as he hobbled out of the room, grumbling incomprehensibly to himself.
	Kristen giggled and squirmed in response, eliciting a sympathetic stir from Echo from the shared sensation of having Ryan, even if not ramrod hard, still inside her.  Ryan noticed, and found it interesting that Echo's sense link was still active with Kristen even though those two had disengaged.  He wondered if she could experience feelings from multiple other people at once, and if an effort of will was required to shut it off.  In their embrace, Ryan stroked the contour of Echo's back and hip with his fingertips, precipitating another stirring and sigh.  He noted, though, that Kristen did not respond.  With some more careful motion, he pulled himself out of Kristen, and both women gave a slight moan.  Very interesting, he thought.
	"If that was breakfast, I can't wait for lunch," Kristen said, hungrily.  
	"If that was breakfast, I might be good until dinner," Echo replied, feeling satiated and spent.  Not that she wasn't also happy about it.
	"If that was breakfast, we're gonna need a much more robust kitchen to have our meals in," Ryan countered.
	Behind him, a piece of wrecked cabinetry fell to the floor with a wet plop.

	Jenna's hand was almost shaking in rage as she read the notice.  Gina sheepishly ate her breakfast as quietly as she could, more out of habit than fear that Jenna would turn her anger upon her.  
	"Oh, that's it.  I'm gonna take that snide bastard to hell and back!  They can't DO this!"
	"Jenna, calm down.  How would they know, anyway?"
	"Well, you could bloody tell them, love," she said, slamming the paper back down on the counter of their breakfast-lunch-and-dinner nook.  "This'll cost us, you know that,"
	"I know," Gina said, guiltily.  Jenna softened up.
	"Love, I'm sorry.  But look, we can't afford this.  We knew this flat would cost extra with children when we got it.  You have to tell them you're not pregnant, prove it to them if you need to."
	Gina looked up at her, eyes watering.  "But how, Jen?  If the landlord knows, then maintenance will know, then everyone in the building will know!"
	"You already know, so what's the difference?"
	Gina stared at her helplessly.  She knew why she had gone to the Body Shop weeks ago, and she felt the same- the attention, the twinkling glances, the feeling of camraderie that she perceived expecting mothers to share- she had said as much to Ryan during their consultation and his reaction had been... charming and sincere, if she thought about it... but this was something she had wanted for so long, and despite Jenna's clubbing style and outgoing personality, Gina never seemed to hit it off with any guy that was steered in her direction.  Oh, she had some "encounters" with what had most certainly been the wingman of the guy Jenna hit on, but nothing that would become a relationship she would actually want a child from.  When she had finally worked up the courage to go to the Body Shop and talk about what she wanted, it had been one of the most difficult things she had done.  Once she was in, though, it was so easy to talk about!  She didn't even like parting her bangs, but she opened up to Ryan as though she had known him all her life.  He had seemed so sensible about it all, and comforting, and would make a great father if she could just get him in her bed...
	Gina shook her head, hoping Jenna didn't notice her blushing.  Fortunately she was reading the rent notice again and starting to seeth.  
	"This is bollocks!  I thought this kind of gouging was beneath them!  You know this will strip us bare, right?  They should be hauled off in cuffs!"
	...get Ryan beneath her, stripped bare, cuffed to her bed...
	"I'm sorry, girl, carrying on," Jenna said, noticing Gina's blush and avoidance of gaze and mistaking it.  "Didn't mean to say it's all your fault here.  It's just, well, it is a little..."
	Jenna trailed off as she saw the hopeless look in Gina's face and sighed.
	"All right, all right, but we have to do SOMETHING, cor, we can't just put up with this.  Can you take any more hours at work?"
	Gina shook her head.  She worked from home, doing remote helpdesk and tech support for national clothing retailer.  It wasn't bad, and her time with the company meant decent money to live on and the ability to work full time from home if she wanted.  This hadn't been that important when she started, but shortly thereafter when she moved in with Jenna and started getting talked into nightly outings, the extra sleep and lack of business casual became very attractive indeed.  However, any available voluntary overtime was put up weekly and bid on, with choice going to on-site employees above at-home, and then by seniority, so Gina rarely got to put in extra hours until the holidays.  Jenna had bounced between a number of jobs, and was currently fairly stable as a bank teller.  However, it was also part time, and she had already put in her max hours this week as well.  
	"Well, shite, neither can I,"  
	Jenna took a breath a put the notice down.  
	"So what do you want to do?  We were late last month, this will make us late again this month and the only way we won't be late next month is if we stop going out, going for drinks, and going to the grocery store.  The first two I can handle, but the third?" she asked, looking down at Gina's protuding belly, poking out from under the stretchy pajamas she wore.
	"I don't think I'm growing anymore, and I could cut back, but we have to eat something," she said, quietly.  She didn't really want to cut back all that much.  
	As if reading her thoughts, Jenna gently took Gina's hands in her own. "All right, love, what DO you want to do?"
	Gina peered up at her from under her bangs.  "I think we should move."
	Jenna groaned inwardly.  She hated looking for apartments.  "All right, we can start looking today.  I'm off, so I can do some legwork if needed."
	Gina still looked as though there was more to say in the conversation.  Jenna hesitated in pulling away, and looked back down at her expectantly.  
	"Well... didn't Ryan say that he had a spare room?"

	Ryan, Jenna thought to herself later as she walked down the street.  She still wasn't sure she trusted the man.  She certainly wasn't sure what all had happened that ridiculous night, and had no clue as to why.  She and Gina had been getting ready to head out for the night, but after leaving the apartment, there was a discontinuity in her memory, a haze.  Then she regained her senses in some kind of impossible orgy, and shy little Gina had been all too happy to participate.  Ryan wasn't leading it, but she had the feeling he got them all out of it.  In the end, though, she had figured she'd never again find herself in the Body Shop.
	And, here she was, standing outside the storefront.  She composed herself, not sure what debauchery she might see inside, and went in.
	The place was still the same as when she had come with Gina before, although she now wasn't sure what she'd been expecting.  Waiting area with seats, a magazine rack with some rather old-looking books, empty reception desk and a  door into the back area.  It could have been a dentist's office.  Nobody was there, though she thought she could hear people in the back.
	"Hello?" she called.
	"One second!" came a distant reply.
	There was some more muffled speech, and this time she could make out a masculine and feminine voice.  Shortly thereafter, Ryan emerged from the back doorway.  
	"Hello, and welcome to- oh, hello Jenna."  Ryan was pleased to see that for at least one person there were no overt effects from the events of recent days.  Jenna still sported a few extra pounds distributed very favorably around her body in a way that looked natural and healthy, and also sported clingy revealing clothes and a cup undersized bra that turned it into ample and bouncy.  "Have you come back for a follow-up treatment?" he asked innocently, hoping that this was merely everyday business.  
	He had no such luck.  She saw him and memories she had thought lost started to fade in, although very slowly.  Her brow furrowed, but she took a deep breath.  "No, I haven't," she said.  "I came because what you did to our Gina is getting our rent hiked.  The flat has extra insurance premiums for renters with children, and now that everyone thinks she's pregnant-"
	"-They're leveling the new fees at you.  And Gina is reluctant to tell the truth, I'm guessing?" Ryan hadn't anticipated that Gina's desired changes could get her discriminated against, but he figured he should have.  She had asked, essentially, for a permanent deception, one that would result in ostracization if she were found out.  
	"Quite.  I guess nobody really wants to be the 'No, I'm just fat' punchline, but it's really going to raise eyebrows if I try to bring her to the club with me now."
	"Ah.  Well, sorry about that.  I can reverse the changes if she wants."
	"No, she doesn't want that either.  What she does want is to know if you've still got a spare room, and if we can work out a deal."
	Well, crap, Ryan thought.  He didn't imagine Gina would clash with any of the others, but Jenna was a forcefull personality.  He did still have some room, and Gina's condition was technically his fault, but as much as he didn't want to leave them in the cold he also wanted to keep the peace.  How would she react to Kristen and Echo?
	"Hey, I know that voice!  Isn't that one of the chicks that was sucking on my-" Kristen said, blundering down the hall and through the doorway.  Kristen's memory seemed more intact than Ryan suspected, and her sense of public decency was as lax as he feared.  She had just recently emerged from a hot shower, clad in only a fluffy white towel wrapped around her boobs.  Her hair was a wooden brown while wet, looking freshly brushed.  She stopped when she saw Jenna and stared, trying to tug on details from memory.
	Jenna wasn't having it.  "Sucking on what, love?"  she asked, arms crossed.  
	Kristen opened up the towel.  "On these, of course."  
	"Kristen, maybe you should go-" Ryan started, not wanting any kind of situation to develope and making a mental note to impress upon her the importance of clothes.  However, while he was expecting an instant outrage from Jenna, which he hoped to cut off, he noticed there wasn't one.  She was still staring at Kristen, walking slowly towards her, and hadn't said anything or moved from the spot yet.  
	"Do you want to do it some more?" Kristen asked, with feigned innocence, as she dropped the towel and lifted up her watermelon-sized breasts.
	"I remember you," Jenna said quietly, her expression going from impatience to more disbelief. 
	"I remember you too, you and your friend.  Is she here too?"
	Jenna shook her head.
	"Aww.. Well, then you can both of them if you want."
	Jenna looked confused.  "What?  Why?"
	"Oh, Ryan here loves playing hard to get.  With Echo it always seems like I end up sucking on something, not her.  But you and your friend... you two were hungry that day.  You two kept drinking and drinking and drinking, and I lost count of the times I came."
	Kristen reached Jenna, still helpfully holding up a teat stiffened from the cool air.  Jenna was unsure, and felt an odd sensation in the air around them, almost like some kind of energy drawing them closer.  Finally Kristen reached out, pulled Jenna's hand to her breast, and closed Jenna's fingers over the nipple.  She drew a sharp breath and a smile played out across her face as she felt a firespark of energy, almost like what Echo had driven into her at breakfast, shoot out into Jenna's hand.
	Between the sudden jolt of electric arousal and Kristen's eyelids fluttering shut, Jenna drew her hand back and stepped away in surprise.  "Right, then, none of that.  Why don't you go put some clothes on, love, there's a good girl," Kristen looked a little crestfallen, but smiled wickedly and slowly walked away.  She made sure she hinged at the waist to pick up her towel, casting smirking glances behind her the entire time, and simply slung it over a shoulder as she strode out.  
	"Well, I'd imagine that's kind of a dealbreaker," Ryan started.
	Jenna was still watching after her.  "No, I imagine there's loonies everywhere, and beggars can't be choosers," she replied.  Still, she didn't feel very comfortable after that little display, but then again, she couldn't deny there was an allure there.  Not to herself, at any rate.  "Look, I'll be back with Gina, and we can go over the house rules or whatever you have.  You do have house rules, right?"
	Ryan was actually at a loss.  "Um, well, no, never really thought about it.  Never planned to rent out, I guess."
	Jenna was definately feeling uncomfortable.  "Then we can hash something out later on," she shrugged.
	"Hang on, I never actually said there was another room," Ryan protested.
	"Well, no, you said you thought the resident bedlamite was a dealbreaker.  If there's a deal to be broken, means there's a deal to be made, innit?  So you do have a room that Gina and I can share?"
	"Well, yes, I do." he replied bluntly, beginning to wonder if he'd have any actual say in a decision anytime soon.  Jenna didn't seem all that happy either- she was fidgeting like she suddenly had somewhere to go.  
	"We'll see you in a few hours, then," she said, heading out the door.
	Ryan caught a shift in mood and thought there, as she left, and took a step towards the door himself.
	"Thought she'd never leave," he heard behind him.  Kristen was standing in the back doorway again, still naked.  
	"You and I are going to have to have a talk about boundaries," he said sternly, turning back to her.  There was something off about her, but he couldn't quite tell what.  She was acting just as brazen as ever.
	"Is it going to be as much fun as the talk we had at breakfast?  I have been so looking forward to lunch," she said with mocking flair.  "I have a huge appetite, you know,"
	She was still flaunting her body with no trace of subtley, she was still mentally focused on riding Ryan's dick into next week, she was still talking in double entendres so obvious some of them didn't seem to be entendre'd in the first place, but he felt some small detail elude him. Maybe he was imagining things.
	"Believe me, I know, but if I'm going to do anything like run a profitable business I can't have random naked hot chicks barging in on the customers.  I don't make that much money at this as it is,"
	"Oh, trust me, these girls know how to make money," she said, shaking her torso for effect.  
	"I'll bet.  But that's not the kind of business I'm running.  Now, look, Jenna and her friend will be back later to stay here, apparently, at least until they can find a place they can better afford.  Can you at least stay downstairs until they get here?"  Ryan had already attempted to establish that the storefront was off limits during business hours, but didn't really want to press the discussion during that time.  If she had some incentive to wait, then maybe he would have the time to think up a more convincing arguement.  
	Kristen at least took the bait.  "Ooo, both of them?  OK, great, I'll make sure I prepare a nice room for them too while you're up here."
	"Wonderful," Ryan said sarcastically as she left, not wanting to imagine how likely she was to leave herself on their pillow like a dinner mint.  She might even wear a ribbon, with bows and everything.  

	Jenna got back to the apartment as fast as she could.  There was no mistaking it now, and there hadn't been for half the trip.  She still wanted to see for herself, dashing past Gina in the kitchen to a floor length mirror in her bedroom.  And there it was, in the mirror staring back at her- her ass was huge.
	The feeling of dread formed a knot in her stomach.  She was stunned from shock just long enough for Gina to catch up to her. 
	"Is- is everything OK?" she asked, before getting in sight of her and the mirror.  Once she did, though, there was little mistaking what she was worried about.
	Jenna took a certain amount of pride in her figure; just thin enough to get away with tight, tiny clothing, padded enough to have soft, welcoming bounce all over.  Her body was very good at hiding the extra pounds she had, and at putting them places they'd be appreciated.  To those ends, she had her limits- it was always a very fine line, she thought, between too thin and too thick, and mostly she was proud of how she walked it.  
	And now, when she saw how big her ass had grown in just the time it took to get home, she was feeling very, very conflicted.
	Her former bubble butt had swollen into beach balls, and the leggings she had put on this morning, then tight and snug, had stretched so far the fabric had become sheer across her hips, with the seams starting to split.  As they grew, her cheeks seemed to cascade downwards, and her legs had grown thicker with them.  Her waist hadn't changed, meaning the waistband was still comfortably resting where it was supposed to, but it was going to be a fight to get out of it.  Everything was packed so tightly in the fabric she could feel every movement she made, and where the material was stretched thin she could feel gusts of cool air through it.  In fact, she seemed to feel things more than before, as if her entire backside was suddenly more sensitive than before.  Halfway through walking back to the apartment, the sensation of walking in such tight fabric, the thighs that begain to rub, it began to seriously turn her on.  She had felt strangely in the mood since that... extremely uninhibited woman had accosted herself with Jenna's hand earlier, but now it seemed every step was another candleflame of need.  
	"Oh my gosh, Jenna, what happened?" Gina said, approaching her.  She had a feeling she knew what had happened, but didn't dare to imagine it herself.  She did, however, have a curiosity about seeing someone else grow as she had.  "Did you ask for that?  I mean, did you get this done?" she said, running a hand across the expanse of beleagured leggings.  
	Jenna felt Gina's fingertips, her palm, her motion with searing detail.  She practically leaped at the touch, it was such a shock.  Gina went to draw her hand back, but Jenna caught it and slammed it back down on her ass, needing for it to be touched.  The slam, however, was so much harder than she was prepared for, and she almost collapsed as her knees buckled and she let out a gasped squeek.  
	Gina didn't know how to respond, and left her hand where it was.  "Jenna?" she asked, quietly.  Her hand involuntarily squeezed.
	Jenna shot back up, spun around on Gina with an unfamiliar expression, then grabbed her head and plunged deep into a passionate kiss.  Gina was taken by complete surprise, having so few similar experiences already, and certainly nobody sober had seemed so aroused by her presense before.  There was a hint of something else, as well, as sense of some potential sexual energy, some deep well of wanton desire that she just couldn't see before, inaccessible on her own.  And a hint that within Jenna there was something similar.  The two were drawn to each other, and after Jenna's initial onslaught calmed, she paused, caught her breath, and then pulled away from Gina slightly.  
	The two were already in as much an embrace as possible with Gina's gravid belly.  It would be more accurate to say that Jenna straightened up than pulled away, but Gina didn't want to let go quite yet.  Instead of falling away, her arms slid down Jenna's sides to the shelf her ass was becoming, and then grabbed as much as they could.  The fire between Jenna's legs blazed even hotter, and she could feel the fabric of her leggings stretch as her butt grew in a sudden lurch.  The feeling nearly floored her by itself, and she hung on to Gina's shoulders as she staggered backwards.  The material gave way as she moved, splitting into tatters across her butt and exposing most of it to the world.  Admittedly, there wasn't much world in the bedroom to expose to, but she leaned back into the wall-mounted mirror.  The sudden shocking contact with cold glass was the last straw.
	Jenna's entire lower body felt like it was on fire.  She didn't care that she had ruined one of her favorite leggings, or that the thong panties she had put on this morning were about to follow suit.  In fact, she just grabbed a handful of fabric at her crotch, and tore the remains of both right off.  Without an additional word, she ran over to her bed, reached deep under it, and pulled out a big, dusty shoe box on top of which was scrawled the words "Do NOT Use" in hasty marker.  Gina watched her with a concerned interest as she tore off the top, inside which was an enormous purple rubber dildo, complete with studs, a rather large base, and a thick three-pronged power cord coming out of it.  She swayed slightly as she felt her ass grow just a bit more, her hips at least four feet across now, and then reached under the bed again and pulled out a slightly smaller box.  Gina's spirits perked up a bit.
	"Is... is that one for me?" she asked, hopefully.  
	Jenna shook herself out of the trance she was in, if only temporarily, to look at her roomate with surprise and confusion.  "Um, no, they're both for me, sorry," she replied.
	"Oh," Gina said, crestfallen.
	Jenna pulled a third box out from under the bed and tossed it to her.  "Start small, love.  You can use that one."
	Gina pulled open the box.  Inside was another one, pink, battery operated, and only about six inches long.  She found herself staring at it in wonder, never having thought even for a second that such a toy lay in the room next to where she slept.  A loud gasp and scream pulled her attention back to Jenna, who had already plugged in the purple thing, cranked it up to the highest setting, and then sat square on top of it and leaned against the bed behind her.  Her legs already twitched as she opened the second box, revealing another pink battery model, a few inches bigger than the one she gave to Gina.  Without further adieu, she wrenched it to its highest setting and plunged it right up her pussy.  Gina watched in silence, as if she was witnessing some holy transcendance, as Jenna bucked and writhed in her own world.  
	Slowly, Gina approached her, somehow drawn to the lurid display.  Jenna was barely aware of her presence until she kneeled down before her, still watching with wide eyes.  Jenna saw that she still hadn't even take the thing out of the box yet.  Probably never would on her own, either.
	Jenna leaned forward, grabbed Gina, and leaned back, pulling her into her lap.  The massive belly put pressure on both machines inside Jenna, and she had a shocked intake of breath before pulling Gina into another kiss.  Gina responded eagerly, climbing further up on Jenna and pressing her belly against her entire torso.  When Jenna was sure she was preoccupied with the furious tonsil hockey, she reached for the box Gina had dropped to the side, took out the third dildo, and after a little wiggling around the massive belly and stretchy maternaty pants, and shoved it inside Gina.
	She practically lept straight into the air, if she hadn't been so attached to Jenna at the lips.
	They went about it, and about each other, for some time, but though they could vaguely sense the built-up sexual energy in each of them, they couldn't access it on their own.  The spark that Jenna carried, she couldn't pass on.  So even though their bodies reveled in the appliances Jenna had, the orgasms they had never seemed to give total release.  On the other hand, there were more than one, and when they finally began coming down from their high, they marvelled at Jenna's growth.  Sitting on the floor, her butt and thighs spread a good three feet from her waist all around.  While it was no longer so debilitatingly sensitive, it was still a bevy of new sensations simply jiggling from her own movements.  When Gina got up, which was no small feat itself, Jenna had to correct her balance a few times to accomodate her new padding as she did the same.
	The two looked at each other, coming to terms with what had just happened, each feeling as though something new had just started, and something pre-existing wasn't finished.
	"Um..what do we do now?" Gina asked, quietly.
	"Well, love, first we clean up a bit, then we get our stuff together, then we head back to Ryan's place where I'll punch him until he fixes us."
	Gina looked confused.  "But.. you mean we're broken?" she asked, almost sad.
	Jenna thought for a minute.  There WAS something about him... and despite her activities with Gina, she still felt horny.  No, she thought, she was not going to end up like that ridiculous walking set of tits that had talked to this morning.  Those huge, perfect, warm tits that she wanted to knead with both hands while- 
	No, she thought, shaking her head.  Just no.  Safer that way.  She did her best not to think about those tits, not to think about her new rear end that seemed so desperate for any touch, that fire smoldering deep inside her that neither Gina nor her best appliances had been able to put out; she actively tried very hard not to think about them.  
	So when the two of them finally did show up at the Body Shop that evening, that was all she was thinking of.

	Ryan looked around the empty storefront, wondering what he was going to do with Kristen.  No doubt she would have offered some suggestions, but it was hard enough keeping a small business afloat regardless of the industry.  It was a delicate line, keeping people happy enough that they were likely to pass along word of his store, but not so happy that they made a big public scene about how he was a miracle worker.  But money was something he could not create, and Kristen could endanger what income he had if she pulled stunts like what she did to Jenna on a total stranger.  Hopefully she would stay below decks for the rest of the day; he sensed a potential customer approaching- a mindset anticipating the unknown, with a unique and familiar mix of hope and skepticism he had felt in a number of people referred by others.  He quickly took stock of the surroundings to make sure everything was professional and presentable, then sat down at the desk.  
	A few seconds before the prospective client entered, however, Echo walked out from the back.  Clothed in her business attire, she looked impeccabliy professional, every cloth cut to fit the classical beauty of her normal form.  Knowing what else she could turn into seemed a distant fairy tale, except for those eyes.  Amazon or administrator, those eyes still burned an almost iridescent sea green that Ryan found enticing on another level entirely.  She noticed him staring at them as she walked towards the door. 
	"I have business to attend to as well, you know," she said playfully.  "See something you like?"
	"It just occured to me I don't think I've ever told you that you have beautiful eyes," he replied with a smile.
	She smiled back.  A genuine smile, and still a comfort she wasn't used to having.  "Flattery will get you nowhere; there's better uses for that tongue."
	The door opened for a woman just entering middle age.  She looked around, unsure, not expecting to be the center of attention in these unfamiliar environs.  "Hello?" she said.
	"Hello, and welcome to the Body Shop.  My previous appointment was just on her way out.  What can I do for you?"
	Ryan heard Echo's words in his head, chiding that he'd pay for that remark later.  Outwardly, she played along and smiled demurely as she continued walking, only stopping to study the newcomer.  
	As the woman looked Echo over, partially in judgement of what another customer might look like, she took in Echo's high-end business suit and skirt, the glow of youth from her hands and face, the way every hair in the hip-length ponytail stayed in place, and then the eyes.  She looked into Echo's eyes and couldn't look away, without realizing the pause she was in.  She got lost in them, was mugged, and then swindled by the streetside three-card-Monty dealer.
	Echo turned her head away as she resumed walking out.  "You won't regret it.  This man can do anything," she said, over her shoulder.  She added, telepathically to Ryan, that he'd pay extra for that, too.
	The woman turned back to him and Ryan laughed nervously.  

	Much to Ryan's relief, Kristen stayed downstairs and out of sight during the afternoon run.  That was when most of his walk-ins were anyway, after banker's hours, then regular hours, and when the PM foot traffic picked up.  His initial customers were mostly displaced former members of the yoga studio that inhabited the spot before him; this was a good start for the word of mouth advertising he relied on, as they circles would invariably be others in pursuit of fitness who would be happy with merely seeing their efforts pay off.  There had been a few customers wanting changes as visually drastic as Gina's, but mostly people just liked being healthy.  Given how long his work was good for, he often wondered if he should raise his prices, but business was never really his strongest talent.  Fortunately, he felt well enough to tend to today's business; had it not been for Echo's involvement this morning's encounter with Kristen would have likely put him off his game for a week.  Instead, he almost felt refreshed, and by closing time also felt oddly optimistic- a day's worth of customers and he didn't feel the slightest bit drained.
	Then, as he dimmed the lights on the storefront and switched the Closed/Open sign, he sensed her approaching down the street.  Audrey.  She was worried, apprehensive, although these were merely floating around behind the anticipation of seeing Ryan again.  She was in some sort of trouble, and needed help, but this was an afterthought to what she intended to do to him when she got there.
	Ryan had been backing away from the door since he sensed her, and didn't realize he was doing it until he hit the front desk.  Something in his head began to tell him that being near a convenient flat surface when Audrey walked in might not be the best idea, but it was interrupted by a figure from the doorway.
	"So, it's, like, closing time, right?  Like, can I come out now, or what?"  Kristen stood there, clinging to the doorjam in a submissive pin-up pose, still completely naked but at least trying to hide the bare minimum.
	"Have you even put any clothes on today at all?" he asked in response.
	"No," she said, her voice failing to return to the enthusiasm it had.  "Does my body really bother you that much?"
	He went to answer when the door opened, and sure enough, Audrey had to duck through it as she entered.  Once she stood up straight, she was still at least seven feet tall, maybe approaching eight, and it almost appeared as though she had grown a bit since he last saw her.  Or her clothes shrunk, one or the other.  A pair of Daisy Dukes whose length would have been modestly conservative on another woman couldn't even cover the entirety of the sculpted ass under them; the very bottoms of her bottom were still visible as she turned to close the door behind her.  Under them she wore a pair of work boots, probably men's for the right size, and between the boots and shorts there was more exposed leg than most people had naked.  The black T-shirt she wore, a men's cut XL, was stretched tight by the flesh packed within, which rivaled Kristen's in size and pulled the shirt up to reveal the toned and tight waist underneath them.  It didn't flare dramatically inwards like the classic wasp waist; she had too much muscle tone for that.  But it didn't show by itself- she didn't look ripped like a bodybuilder.  
	She spotted Ryan and strode up to him quickly, covering ten paces' distance in six steps.  "Ryan, I need your help," she said, before she picked him up by the collar and held him against the nearest wall at her eye level.  "And I need you."  She pressed into a kiss with her full body, much as she had done before, and was interrupted from her desired private moment by an insistent throat-clearing from the back doorway.
	"I hope you plan to pass that toke," Kristen said, standing with arms crossed under her boobs.  They puffed up and out, appearing even bigger, while her arms seemed to disappear at the shoulders.
	Audrey didn't even bother to peel herself away from Ryan.  Instead, she smiled devilishly at Kristen, then pressed into an even more passionate kiss, groping up underneath his clothes and moaning dramatically.  Despite knowing she was doing it primarily to annoy Kristen, he couldn't deny it was having a certain effect on him.  Given the proximity of her full body press, she could feel the effect she was having on him as well.  He could feel her mood turn more predatory at the scent of fresh prey.
	Kristen wasn't going to put up with that, though.  While Audrey was otherwise occupied, she walked up, and taking advantage of the split-footing stance Audrey used to keep Ryan pressed against the wall, ran a hand up inside Audrey's shorts, panties, finding her clit with practised fingers and squeezing it just right.
	Audrey squeeled, jumping in surprise and releasing Ryan to the ground.  He landed to see Kristen standing just on the other side of Audrey, wearing a devilish smile of her own, free hand on her smooth belly, as if it didn't know whether to fondle one of her plump, puffy nipples or something further below.  However, she realized Audrey wasn't going to be mezmerized quite so easily, and took a step back as the woman turned on her.
	"You want some attention too, Titties McForgotMyPants?  You got it."  Audrey looked Kristen up and down, and then seized a melon in each hand.  Kristen's oversized udders matched Audrey's oversized hands almost perfectly.  While she couldn't quite get a hand around them, she could squeeze and knead almost the whole thing.  "I must say I've had some built-up agitation in me all day, and you get to be my stress balls."
	Kristen wasn't expecting how much she would enjoy such rough treatment.  She felt the distinct buildup of milk production deep in her chest.  "You better mind how much you're milking, girl.  You're not too big to wash away," she managed, while she writhed against Audrey's grip with her eyelids fluttering.
	Ryan stepped well away as Audrey shifted around to bend Audrey over the desk, boxing the smaller girl in with her knees.  "That a challenge, small fry?  I can get awfully thirsty..."
	Kristen responded only with a choked gasp.  Her hands were pulling Audrey's arms in towards her, as if it would make the hands squeezing her bigger.  
	Audrey smiled at first, then realized that her hands were wet.  Kristen was already starting to leak.  She stopped for a second, studying them, and holding her hands still she could feel the growth they held.  She could feel the liquid sloshing inside Kristen's milk ducts, gurgling towards the release of the nipples, building up the inside pressure and forcing the breasts bigger.  She could already feel they were bigger and not quite as supple anymore, becoming more turgid by the second.  She casually flicked the nipples- Kristen squeeked, bucked, and a small spurt of milk shot out before returning to the slow release.  
	Audrey hadn't payed much attention to Kristen during the events in the mages' complex.  She remembered another girl, black hair, much taller, not quite so unbalanced, but now she remembered there were a couple of other girls there.  There was that mean-looking girl with Tommy, a couple other girls that were drinking from a huge pair of tits like there was no tomorrow, and a huge pair of tits that two girls were drinking from like there was no tomorrow.  She remember a brief glance at them, milk drizzling down the sides of their mouths, both of them filling up like water balloons, and still those enormous tits were growing.  
	This wasn't that same pair of tits, was it?  It couldn't be.  And yet, now they were too big even for Audrey's hands.  
	"Mmmm, you started something, all right," Kristen said, her eyes still closed.  "Can you finish it?  Better start drinking."  Her voice was silken and sensuous, and Audrey found her own arousal growing.  
	Truth was, Audrey had felt hot to trot all day.  It was almost like after the first time she came to the Body Shop; her body seemed to tingle all over with potential, and no obstacle was too large for her to handle.  Well, except one- she had started the day feeling pretty randy, and by now she was about ready to jump anything that moved.  This chick was not going to upstage her; she was going to fuck this bitch to exhaustion, then take Ryan downstairs and do the same to him.  No stopping this time just because she has an earth-shattering orgasm leagues better than any that came before it; she was going to ride him like the Pony Express all night long.
	But first she was going to have to put the kibosh on little Miss Mammaries Expandomatic here.  She was still grabbing at Audrey's arms, trying to pull them back into motion, and the breasts themselves had surpassed every prizewinning pumpkin Audrey had ever seen, full and flushed deep red and leaking rivulets of milk.  Audrey moved over to the nipples, clamping them both shut.
	Kristen's eyes shot open as she tried to stand up, held against the desk by the restraining hands on her breasts.  
	"No!" she cried.  "Let them go!  Ahh!"  The two orbs flushed deeper in color, and started growing faster.  "The only way is to milk them!  You have to let them go!"
	Audrey could smell the milk now, and it was strangely alluring.  "Maybe I will have a drink, then." she said, releasing the nipples.  They spat a small stream each and then died back down.  Audrey leaned in and wrapped her lips around one of Kristen's huge nipples, areola and all.  As soon as her mouth closed around it, she felt it begin fill quickly enough with fluid.  She sucked, and the milk tasted sweet and enticing, arousing her even more.  She sucked again, and the intoxicating liquid replenished just as strongly as before.  It seemed no mater how much she drank, this girl still made more.  She switched from one nipple to the other and was able to chug the constant outflow for a few seconds before it died back to down to spurts and trickles.  
	Kristen felt a surge of ecstacy herself from the suction Audrey provided, and simply lay back on the desk as the giant woman drank and drank.  Thinking about the last time she had those two girls drinking from her, though, she wondered if she was having any effect on her.  She was a big girl, sure, even still.  She reached around, but realized that as long as Audrey's lips were around her boobs, she was never going to reach Audrey's boobs.  Then, suddenly, she didn't have to- she could feel Audrey's breasts on her hips, and they certainly felt larger than she remembered them being.  She smiled and relaxed back into the sensations
	Audrey felt more and more desire to drain these breasts dry, but she just couldn't seem to keep up with them.  Once she got one down, the other was full again, and bigger than before.  Kristen was simply writhing on her back, obviously getting what she wanted, whereas Audrey still felt a distinct lack of something between her legs and now- as she felt the snap of a seam in her shirt- it seemed this bounty of breastmilk was starting to rub off on her as well.  She leaned back up and pinched off Kristen's nipples again.  She squeeled in surprise at the sudden reversal.
	"When exactly DO they stop, anyway?"
	"Ahhg!  I don't know!  When I'm satisfied!"
	"Sure seems like they're stimulated enough to blow now."
	"No!  It's too much, but never enough!  Not just holding them shut!  They -rrg!- they blow when I do!"  Sure enough, with Audrey's hands clamped down the milk only stopped flowing.  Kristen's tits surged in growth, rounding out like balloons and inflating rapidly as if under pressure.  Kristen bucked and writhed with purpose now, trying to release her breasts from restraint, but Audrey had found the pressure point she was looking for.  There could only be one dominant female, after all, no matter how big the boobs involved were.
	"All right, you two, that's enough.  Let her go, Audrey.  Kristen- good grief, I'm going to have to redo the whole room, aren't I?" Ryan said, seeing how huge Kristen's breasts had grown in so short a time.  In seconds, they had filled from prizewinning pumpkins to overstuffed bean bag chairs.  The more milk they had in them, the more it catalysed their growth, and at this rate he was looking at another explosion like at breakfast pretty soon.  
	Audrey wasn't willing to let her go so fast, though.  "I'm pretty sure if she wanted to blow, she could," she said, in refence to Kristen's continued claims to the contrary.  "Tell you what, though, if you want to speed up the process..." She leaned forward a bit, easing her weight onto the fulsom funbags in front of her and sending even more pre-orgasm pins and needles into Kristen's body.  Hinging at the waist, she waved her butt suggestively in the air.  "You rip those shorts off my ass and then show me everything your tongue can do, and if I lose control of myself, Kristen gets to blow her load."
	"Ryan!  Wait!" Krist cried, from behind the massive growing piles of her own titflesh.  "I won't blow just from her letting go!  You have to fuck me too!"  Under Audrey's hips, at the edge of the desk, Kristen's lower torso still sqirmed.  Now she opened her legs wide, already visibly wet from Audrey's handling.
	"No, I go first.  Or I don't let go."
	"If I go first, you won't be able to hold on!"
	Ryan shook his head.  Whatever power incontinence might exist when he gets felt up by a hot woman with a mind full of dirty thoughts and a fixing to use them, he was still quite capable of using his own damn powers on his own damn terms for his own damn purposes.  He grabbed the sides of Audrey's shorts and rippped them apart, and she moaned in anticipation.
	"Hey!" Kristen yelled.
	"Don't worry, I've got you too," Ryan said, cupping Kristen's displayed pussy in his hand.  She mewled as he made contact.  
	"Hey!" Audrey cried.  
	"Relax," he replied, doing the same to her with his other hand.  He sensed the desires in them, the energy left behind from the mages' dungeon, how Audrey was unconsciously using it to fuel Kristen's new growth.  There was already a flow going through them and they didn't even know it.  It was a spiral, though- destined to ride its own wave of energy further and further out until there wasn't enough left to sustain it; never finishing, never releasing.  It would release itself on an orgasm, but the closer they approached, the farther out it seemed, even though it always felt like it was building itself bigger.  Left to themselves, that energy would end up in a pair of tits the size of a house, still leaking milk like a broken faucet, and a hell of a lot of sexual frustration.  There was no resolution there.
	So, with all the clarity, elegance, and precision he could imagine, Ryan sent his own pulse of energy into both girls simultaneously, and then quickly jumped back.  There was only one compulsion, one feeling that he sent coursing through their entire bodies, through their contact with each other, and into the other one, and it lit their entire being on fire with its intensity.  That feeling was orgasm.
	Kristen's nipples burst open, blasting Audrey backwards to the ground, and blew torrents of cream across the ceiling.  Landing on her back, Audrey's own breasts had finally grown enough to free themselves of the shirt she wore.  Both women cried out in a long, drawn scream, having to fight to begin breathing again as twitched in their own extended ecstasy.  
	Ryan, standing off to the side, watched the convulsions of Kristen's enormous mounds as they emptied themselves all over the room, keep a telekinetic field around himself to stay dry.  He had collapsed the buildup the two had in resonance between them, and turned their own energies against them.  They had just experienced an orgasm comprised of their own energy turned exclusively to one very specific sensation, and then every muscle and nerve in their body was immolated in that sensation.  They would be immobilized for a while, twitching while the sensory overload drowned out their own voluntary nerve pulses, and would have all the exhaustion and satisfaction as if Ryan actually had spent the entire night fucking their brains out.  
	Except their brains knew he actually didn't, and Ryan knew that for these two especially that was something of a sticking point.
	Speaking of sticking, Ryan walked into the back hallway and leaned into the staircase.  "Willie!  Got a mess up here!  You done with the kitchen yet?"
	The Scottish that came howling back was so thick even Ryan couldn't make it out.  
	"Willie?"
	"Ahck, yeh cannae shag a bird wi'out making a bloody mess, can ye?"
	"Not exactly entirely up to me, is it?"
	"Ha!  'Twould be if'n ye wanted it too!"
	"You're cleaning it up with magic, what do you care?"
	"Because when I saw that there was a future in which I lived, I did nae expect it to be a future where I was the bloody janitor!"
	"You were homeless, living as a squatter in vacated homes- you know, I'm not having this arguement!  Get up here before the girls wake up and start going at each other again!"
	A brief pause.  Then, in a furious shuffling of feet, Willie appeared and ran up the steps.  Tipping his hat to Ryan as he passed, he bustled out to the front room.  
	Ryan decided to have a look at the kitchen progress and went downstairs.  To his mild surprise, the room was completely repaired.  He had allowed Willie to retain the magic he had as a wizard, even though the man didn't have much ambition to use it.  This was mostly remedied by Ryan imposing an incentive from time to time.  Magic was useful in a utilitarian sense, and the new countertops attested to that.  It had a very old world feel though.  Lots of oak.  It certainly beat the extended procedure and inevitable smell that would have come from a flood disaster recovery service though.  Ryan went back upstairs.
	Neither Kristen nor Audrey had found any reason to even try covering themselves, but they were upright and the room was restored as if nothing ever happened.  Kristen was still sitting on the desk, with Audrey standing next to her.  Willie, however, had his head buried between Kristen's boobs, and she had crossed her arms behind his neck with Audrey keep his arms at his sides as he squirmed.
	"I wonder how much they would have to grow before his skull caved in," Kristen wondered aloud.
	"I wonder which would give out first- his skull to the pressure or his shoulders to the weight.  Oh, hi, Ryan." Audrey said innocently.  
	"May I ask why you're imperiling my janitor?"
	"He touched me first!" Kristen protested.
	"Well I'm sure he's sorry.  Right, Willie?"
	"Oh, he can't hear you.  All he can hear is sloshing and gurgling."
	"Right.  Let him go."
	Audrey released him first, but Kristen still held on.  Once freed, tried to push himself away from the imprisoning cleavage, but couldn't break Kristen's hold.  
	"Kristen," Ryan said.  She let go, and he fell backwards, panting.  
	"Ah though ye said they were asleep!" he gasped as Ryan walked up.
	"That is hardly an excuse.  Actually that's kind of disturbing.  Especially given that she'd probably say yes if you just tried asking."
	"Ew, no, THAT's disturbing,"
	"Donnae be so quick to judge, lass.  I'm a magic man, ye ken."
	Kristen rolled her eyes in disgust, and noticed the room.  "Wait, didn't we just wreck this whole room?"
	"Yes."
	"What happened to get it back?"
	Ryan pointed to Willie, who gave a mysterious finger wiggle.  Kristen and Audrey looked back at Ryan.
	"What, really?"
	Ryan nodded.  
	"Have you got magic hands too, then?" Kristen asked, somewhat less abrasive than before.  
	They were interrupted as the fron door opened.  Jenna and Gina entered, with a couple suitcases, before taking account of the scene inside.
	"I see one storefront display wasn't enough," Jenna said.  "So you needed a second and went with an even bigger model?"
	Audrey and Kristen were not impressed.  
	"Keep talking to me like that and I'll bend you over a knee and spank every inch of that ass you've got until it's beet red."
	"I'm willing to let that go so long as the next thing your mouth does involves one of my boobs.  At least you brought your friend for the other."
	Gina was already stunned at the gorgeous and very naked women standing before her, and had the same initial reaction to most exposures to such beauty- a feeling of inadequacy, comparing herself to what she saw as perfection.  But then, perfection just invited her to suck its tits.  She had the oddest sense of deja vu.
	Jenna couldn't deny that the giantess's threat didn't excite her.  She wondered how many spanks she could take before she came.  Looking at the size of the hand that would be doing it, she probably wouldn't need another to count them.  She was still feeling pent up from earlier and the stretchiest pants she had were some ultra-soft pajama fuzzies that somehow miracuously survived being worn, which meant the entire trip here had been a never-ending deluge of silky, fluffy rubbing all over her ass, thighs, and crotch, and was not happy about being so turned on.  
	"No, we aren't here for any of that, thank you very much," Jenna replied, not even convincing herself.  "We're just here to stay until we can find a new flat.  That's more accomodating to Gina's... situation."
	"Wait, you're staying here too?  That's why I came!" Audrey said.
	Ryan shook his head.  He never did ask why she had shown up, did he?  Or, at least he never got an answer.  He couldn't remember now.  "That's why you're here?  What happened to your apartment?"
	"Oh, Tommy's disappeared and some of his scum business partners think I'm to blame." she said flippantly.  "They tried to come rough me up for answers.  I tossed one out the window, another down the stairs, and the third got away.  He was the smart one.  When they come back they're gonna come with guns, I just know, so I thought about all the people I know who are bulletproof," she finished, waving at Ryan with a smile.  "So I just need somewhere safe to stay until they get bored and stop looking."
	Ryan rubbed his forehead.  Well, technically, he supposed he could have handled that initial meeting with Audrey a little better, but there was no indication that the lost sheep that had come in would turn out to be such a lioness.  "OK, well, there's not all that much room... Somebody's gonna have to double up."
	"We can room up," Jenna said, taking Gina's arm.  Gina looked at her apprehensively.  "Don't worry, love, I'll make sure you're safe." she said when she saw Gina's expression.  
	"All right, fine.  Willie, can you go see that the other rooms are ready for guests?  And that one of them has a pair of beds?"
	Willie had a distinct feeling that there was a powder keg in the room, and he didn't want to be there when it went off.  "Er, aye, lad.  I'll jus'... jus'..." he said, shuffling out of the room faster than he could finish the sentence.  
	After he left, Ryan became acutely aware that the four women were all looking at him, and wondered if Willie had sensed some kind of powder keg in the room about to go off.  "So... right, let's get situated then, shall we?  Do you have any other bags or anything?"
	"We got a storage unit.  There wasn't much, it was a furnished apartment."
	"I see.  Audrey?  Did you bring any stuff with you?"
	Audrey smiled.  "Nope!  Nothing I have fits me anymore, and I wasn't attached to anything else."
	"We may have to address that," Ryan noted.  
	Kristen slapped Audrey's bare ass.  "I like the way she is!  No sense in covering it up."
	They were interrupted by the door opening.  Echo walked in, still in the business suit, and displaying no surprise whatsoever to the company.  She closed the window blinds to the setting sunlight.
	"I see you're all here," she said.
	"Who, us?  What do you mean?" Jenna asked.
	Echo begain carefully undressing.  "I mean, after everything we shared, somehow events would conspire to bring you all here.  I didn't know how or when, just that it would.  I'm actually glad it happened sooner rather than later."  
	"Just what are we here for, anyway?"
	Her business attire was meticulously removed, folded up, and placed in her briefcase atop its contents.  Then, standing in front of the door now naked, she began to grow herself.  The B-cups began ascending through the alphabet.  The slender hips flared and puffed dramatically as the ass behind them filled out.  Her legs lengthened and thickened to match.  Her frame grew to hold it all- torso and shoulders widening as more breast poured out between them.  
	"Oh, we each have our reasons," she said.  "But there's at least one we all have in common."

	Sometime later, as the screaming and thumping had died down to a point where he could hear the TV again, Willie adjusted the volume back to regular levels.  "An' he can bloody well clean that mess up his own damned self!" he said.