Orphaned on a lonely asteroid, Octavia came to depend upon her

android guardian for more than just food clothing and shelter.

Rudy

Noble-Sword

2000

* * *

Octavia gazed into the dark, shaded waters of the dark pool. Her body was stretched out on its side, propped up on her elbow, almost reclining, her head cupped in her right hand. She stared intensely at her reflection in the still waters, lost in thought. Her glossy, jet-black hair, which normally fell to her waist in back, pooled in rivulets on the soft mossy shore. It was parted in the middle and draped about her face in curved wings that formed a dark Gothic arch. The waves of hair almost obscured her features. From the shadows, two luminous eyes glowed forth with great intensity.

She was now eighteen years of age and had blossomed into a woman without the company of any other human to appreciate her striking beauty. She now stood a tall five foot, eight inches tall and weighed only one hundred eighteen pounds. Her green eyes would sparkle like emeralds when she as happy and appeared to glow malevolently, like the glow from the dashboard of a car, when she was angry. Her eyes were surrounded by long lashes, top and bottom. Her eyebrows were dark brown, almost black. High cheekbones were separated by a pert ski-jump nose. Her straight strong white teeth were framed by full sensuous pouty lips over a square chin. Her neck was slender yet well muscled like the rest of her frame. She was elegant, supple, and her long legs and arms, slender hands and feet. There was a fluency to her body and movements, like that of a dancer.

An orphan for over four years now, she had bouts of depression, anger, listlessness and loss, which over the years were becoming steadily more and more pronounced. On that fateful day when her parents had died in an accident in the remote outpost, she had felt grief. But this had now developed into deep, aching loneliness. She, then and now, was thoroughly alone, the sole human on the small asteroid. This and the fact that the next supply ship from earth would not arrive for another four years, completing a ten year circuit, only served to compound the problem. It would be a long four more years before she would see or hear from another human. Eight years without human interaction could seem like an eternity to a teen.

She had, however learned to accept the loss of her parents, but now in her late teen years there were many questions for which she could find no answers. The most frequent and pressing were yearnings within her. Yearnings which she could not understand. At least once a day, sometimes more, she would feel the need to escape from the yearnings and would release her pent-up sexual need. As the storm within her would grow in fury, she would caress her small pert breasts, bringing the nipples to their fully engorged state. The lightning of the storm would shoot back and forth between her nipples and her clit, creating knots in her abdomen, making the muscles tighten to a washboard effect. She would sink two fingers deep into her wetness and would create a stormy sea for the little-man-in-the-boat, until he became seasick and she became racked by orgasm after orgasm. Often she would seek her release in the weight training room of the compound, so that she could watch herself, viewing herself from the front, both sides and behind, since all of the walls were mirrored. It helped to heighten the experience, she thought.

Life on the asteroid tended to be routine and boring and presented few distractions from her mandatory routine of tutorials and studying. However she filled her spare time with a variety of physical or solitary sporting activities, such as swimming, squash and weight training. The extreme regime she pushed herself through served only as a temporary cure to the mental stresses she was enduring. Day by day, week by week, month by month the activities increased in intensity and difficulty, as she worked to purge herself of the anger and frustration she felt. As a result of her self flagellation she had developed a physique that was exquisite. Her long fine boned, toned, and sculpted legs provided a more than adequate means of transportation. Arms, when flexed would respond by displaying clearly defined muscle groups. Her torso, when tightened produced washboard abdominal muscles. Her buttocks and hips were firm and generally lean with just enough womanly padding to create a hint of feminine curves. Unlike her mother had been, she was small busted, almost unproportionally small in comparison to the rest of her tight, muscled figure. There were no brassieres available in any size except in the melon size her deceased mother had used and it seemed that there would be a marked difference between the mother and the daughter in this department. Presently she measured twenty eight inches around her chest and her small breasts stretched the tape only an additional inch. Because of this a bra was not necessary, nor did it seem like it ever would be required. Her continuous workout regime kept her waist at a tiny twenty one inches and her hips at a boyish thirty two.

The loneliness, boredom and the unanswered questions about her yearnings had her moods swings becoming more pronounced with her general outlook becoming progressively more miserable. Her mood today was particularly dark.

She heard the rustling of the leaves on the bushes behind her, as the shadow of a figure crossed her frame.

Not moving, yet clearly annoyed she asked. " Rudy? Is that you? Stop spying on me!"

"I was not spying on you, Ms. Octavia. I just happened to be walking along the creek and came across here to the pond and fountain. Everyone has to be somewhere!"

She stood up to confront the android. "That's another thing, you're not an 'anyone'! You're a machine, a computer, nuts and bolts, bits and bytes!" She gazed up and down its six foot tall stature. It had always amazed her. Exquisitely designed and built, the (RDY)-T394E was an engineering marvel. It looked like a beefy, rugged man, barrel chested. It was broad in the shoulders, with long well muscled arms and legs. The head seemed no wider than the strong looking neck. A hard torso, muscle on muscle, and tight 'skin' flushed with the appearance of health. When it walked, rounded calves bunched and smoothed. Marble under suede. No expense had been too much in the creation of this make and model of genderless 'being'. Despite her anger, she was, increasingly, aware of its masculinity. That pleased her. The yearnings began again.

"Now, now, Ms. Octavia, as you are well aware, I am a Riddar, Demarco and Yaeger Technologies (RDY)-T394E series 1 cyborg. I was designed to be a sophisticated artificial being capable of performing multiple tasks and intricate manipulation. I have the most current form of artificial intelligence programming and I have been designed to be aesthetically pleasing to the eye. Ultimately, I was designed to be capable of operating in conditions where danger to human life is high."

"Enough, enough, give it a rest. I know all that promo crap, so save your breath. I don't need to hear it again. You're still a cold, unfeeling machine."

The reality of the situation was brought to the fore as the figure in front of her verbally exerted itself. "That, unfortunately, may be your opinion, but currently and for more than the immediate future, I will be all the company that you have."

"Ugh! Don't remind me! Leave me alone, please just go."

"Ms. Octavia, there is no need to get upset."

"Yes there is! Can't you see! I need more than just food, shelter and clothing. I need love... affection. I need to know that I would be appreciated for the woman I am! It's something you could never show me!" She moved over to the android and wrapped her arms around its torso, hugging it tightly, the aroused nipples perched on her small breasts squashing into the chest of it. She ground her pelvis into its. She was starting to enjoy this. "Hold me! Love me! Put your hands here and here!" She released her hold on the robot and turned around, unzipped the top of her knitted suit and grasped its hands in one fluid motion. Not comprehending her motivation it let her control its arms, much like a puppeteer would control a marionette.

"Ms. Octavia, stop. I do not understand..."

With her hands she guided its hands to her breasts and up her skirt. "Here in my hot, wet place. And my breasts and nipples. They need to be mauled, adored, kissed, licked, nibbled!" She blushed at the language she had just used, her cheeks turning quite red and her ear lobes burning. She was getting lost in a vivid daydream, the masculine feel of the cyborg making her forget that in fact the android was manmade. The (RDY)-T394E drew her back. "Ms. Octavia, stop. I have no information to determine what actions I should…."

The dream ended abruptly. She threw its hands away from her. She took a step forward, away from it, and turned on her heel and faced the (RDY)-T394E again. "You don't know anything!"

She turned abruptly again. Virtually bare breasted, she stormed off, the flesh of her tight rump and petit breasts vibrating as her heavy footfalls sank into the soft moss which covered the ground around the pool, tears welling in her eyes from anger, frustration and embarrassment.

"Please, Ms. Octavia, don't go too far." the (RDY)-T394E called after her. "Don't forget about the mutants."

She called back. "Maybe I'll find one that knows what to do with a good piece of ass!"

* * *

The environment and biosphere of the large asteroid had been developed to support life forms as we know them approximately seventy-five years earlier. Early on in the development of the atmosphere and biosphere, a settlement had been established, with the intention of developing the asteroid for other larger human settlements. The settlement had managed to survive only thirty-six years. The original inhabitants initially had been prosperous in this man-made environment, however, the rate of birth defects was high and so was the survival rate of these mutated offspring. By the end of the second decade most of the original settlers had mysteriously died off. By the end of the thirty-sixth year none of the original settlers remained. The children of these original inhabitants had survived and continued to reproduce at a rapid rate. Lustful and occasionally engaging in unprovoked acts of violence, they had made rehabitation of the original settlement impossible. The cause of the mutations remained a mystery.

About fifty years following the final demise of the settlement, the research complex, which Octavia now called home, was developed to monitor the situation of this experiment that had the appearances of going madly astray. The large staff, including a fleet of twenty (RDY)-T394E's, occupied the station for the first year, surveying and sampling, mapping and monitoring. After the first year, Octavia and her parents were left with the single (RDY)-T394E to continue the monitoring and minor maintenance of the research facility. Now, an additional six years of monitoring later, all results indicated that the environment had finally stabilised. But the grossly mutated beings remained as an ugly scar on what should be a paradise. Not posing any direct threat to the research facility, due to the great distance between the old settlement and the compound, Octavia's family always had to remain wary of these mutants whenever they ventured any great distance from the compound. The mutants occasionally roamed quite close to the compound and could on occasion and without provocation be quite violent.

The research and monitoring done at the compound over the years had determined that the ground water in the asteroid had become contaminated as a side effect of the development of the environment at large. For the most part the water had become safe again, however there were still pockets which were genetically dangerous or downright deadly. Almost all of these had been discovered, mapped and monitored.

* * *

Furious with herself and with Rudy, Octavia had stormed back to the compound and went straight to the weight room, vigorously pushing herself through a particularly brutal work-out, doubling what she usually did, until she ached all over from the strain and she could do no more. She had managed to quell most of her anger.

She ran her open hand up the back of her thigh, around the taught muscles of her tush. Moving her hands to her front, she continued up her abdomen, her long fingers feeling the bands of muscle bunched there. She paused with both hands on her chest where her small round boobs lazily made little effort to define themselves from the muscular torso. She recalled a time when there had been absolutely nothing there on her demure frame. She looked down at her bosom and placed her hand over each breast. The palm of her hand almost completely covered her entire breast. Yet despite their small size, they were the two things about herself of which she was most proud. To her they seemed to define her femininity. When Octavia was quite young and enquiring about her body, her mother had once mentioned that her breasts were substantially larger than the average and it was quite possible that she, Octavia, might be as amply endowed. However, with puberty almost completely past her, Octavia, not fully understanding the development of the female human sexual animal, believed her large matronly breasts were still to come. Not having any other female to compare herself to did not help matters either. Other than the memories of her large busted mother, Octavia believed that her breast size was probably on the small side of average. Given the tendency of the human race during the past century, she would be right. Still, she loved it as they bounced slightly when she skipped or used the trampoline. No one had ever told her what was big, small or average.

The yearnings were starting again. She caressed her tiny tits, paying particular attention to the bud perched in the centre. She watched herself in the mirror and could see the ripples she felt, as waves of need and desire crossed her belly. She placed her hand into the wetness of her muff. In the reflection of the mirror she could see droplets of her nectar glistening in her bush. She sat, then reclined on a nearby bench press while her fingers strummed on the strings of her instrument of ecstasy. It took only minutes of this fast paced tempo to have her singing the songs of orgasm.

The thorough masturbatory session had completed the cooling of her temper and left her with a warm glow. She now strolled down the familiar path through the woods, lost in her own thoughts, leaves and branches that stretched into the pathway caressed her bare skin as she wound her way back to the shaded pool. She had been short, no - bitchy to Rudy. She felt badly and wanted to make up for her poor behaviour. Rudy couldn't help the way it was constructed any more than she could help the way she was growing up. She vowed to herself to try and be nice.

Quickly she had reached the pool and dilapidated fountain. Standing at the edge, she gazed at her reflection on the surface of the black pool. Stretching slightly and with practised form she sliced through the water with a near perfect dive. Standing in the shallow pool, she brushed away the stray tresses that hung down over her face. The water in the shallow fountain was warm today and her nipples reacted to the cooler air and quickly became tight bullets perched atop their diminutive perches.

Abruptly the ground below her shook. The slippery algae-covered bottom provided no resistance and she fell into the trembling waters. Around her the water belched upward with great billowing mushrooms of bubbles followed by a plume of thick blue-black ooze. Octavia was sucked below the surface in the riptide of moving water and sludge. She half inhaled half swallowed a mouthful of this mixture on her way down. The shock panicked her and she fought the current and struggled for the now invisible surface. Choking up the inhaled blue-black water left her lungs empty and her throat on fire from the cocktail. She struggled for the surface as the huge gas bubbles billowed up around her and the pool water was sucked downward. Her muscles burned from the exertion and her head broke the surface of the roiling waters. Her immediate reaction was to gulp down some air, but the putrid gas mixed with the life giving air made her choke again. She pulled herself against the weakening current and paddled the remaining eight feet to the shore. Lying half in the drained pond and half on the shore, gasping and covered from head to foot with the sludge, she looked like a large glistening slug. With her breaths coming in great heaving gulps, her stomach now reacted to the foreign contents that had been so rudely ingested. She heaved on the shore. Vomit and more of the black sludge pooled beside her. She passed out.

The sun was still shining when she regained consciousness. The goop had dried onto her skin and as she moved if almost completely flaked off. She staggered to her feet. Her long sludge-encrusted hair gently flailed against her back. Looking down at her feet she realised that she had lost one shoe. She looked back at the violated pool and fountain. About three inches of liquid coated the bottom of the formerly waist deep pond. A wedge of the concrete bottom angle upward jauntily almost marking the spot where the pool had swallowed her whole. She took inventory of herself. Although her stomach was upset and her throat still mildly burned, inside she felt fine. She studied her arms and legs, watching the muscles bulge and relax as she inspected them for damage. They had saved her life. A shallow four inch cut snaked its way across the back of her left calf. The wound had bled at one time, but was now caked with dried blood and sludge. She limped back to the compound, the water and sludge mixture producing a squishing sound in the single shoe with every step. When she found the (RDY)-T394E, she told her tale.

The (RDY)-T394E fussed over her like a mother would. Drawing a hot bath for her and then scrubbing every inch of her until she was almost the colour of a pink party balloon. Octavia felt weak.

"Rudy, that black stuff, I swallowed it." she reiterated, "The mutants became mutants by drinking the water." She started to sob, "I don't want to become a mutant."

"Octavia, I'll collect some samples and run an analysis of them to find out what the blue-black stuff is and I'll run some tests on your blood to see if your body has been affected by it." It picked her up like one would pick up a small child and carried her to the sleeping quarters. There it drew a small sample of her blood, and tucked her into her bed. She was instantly asleep. The (RDY)-T394E looked down at her, puzzled by her steadily fluctuating teenage behaviour.

* * *

During her breakfast the next morning, the (RDY)-T394E sat and watched her eat. Although she had missed an evening meal due to the accident the day before, he knew that the missed meal was not the only reason for Octavia to be gorging herself the way she was. Judging the time right, the (RDY)-T394E finally broke the silence. "After running several tests on both the sludge and on your blood, I can find nothing toxic in the sludge and nothing toxic in your blood samples. But, the compounds in the sludge probably have affected you and your physiology." Octavia had stopped eating and now gave Rudy a puzzled look. It continued "You have developed an imbalance in your hormonal levels." Octavia's eyes grew wide, "and it seems that your body will undergo some changes" "No…" she screamed, "I am going to become a mutant." Standing quickly, the chair sailed backwards and fell over. She turned and ran to the gym. The (RDY)-T394E followed trying to explain the rest of it's findings, but she only ran faster, closed and locked the gym door.

She stripped down to begin another temper cooling workout. As she worked her rounds through the variety of equipment, she felt the pangs of hunger strike her again. Ignoring it she continued, pushing herself to and beyond her limits. The pain in her chest she attributed to the workout and ignored it too. The only feeling she could not file into the back of her mind were the yearnings. They had become much more urgent than in the past. They were the only things that cut short the brutal workout. 'At least everything seems to be normal.' she thought to herself as she began to minister the deep needs.

The climax was cut short by a stabbing pain in her chest, or more accurately her right breast. Cupping the sore stubby appendage, Octavia could hardly touch it for the pain. Reality had reared its ugly head. She had to find Rudy. Something was wrong with her and by running away earlier she had not done anything to confront the problems.

After much searching she found the (RDY)-T394E at the fountain. Both her breasts ached and pained now with each step she took. The cyborg was industriously constructing some type of equipment. There were hoses running everywhere, large drums, pumps and a smattering of electronic monitoring equipment scattered all around. "Rudy, what's wrong with me." She cut to the chase. "My boobs hurt."

"The sludge has affected your pituitary and some of your growth regulators have been reactivated. Some parts of your body will go through a second puberty at hyper levels. The sludge turned it on and I will have to find a way to turn it off."

She felt the fear rising in her throat, pushing up a scream. Swallowing it down, she asked "But will I become a mutant? I drank some of that stuff."

"No." he replied calmly, "But there will be changes to your body. I don't know what they will be yet and that will be the first item on my agenda, but from your complaints it would appear that your mammaries are one of the affected areas. Once I've determined what other areas have been affected I'll be able to find a way to stop the changes."

It stopped working and asked to look at her pained breasts. Gently she peeled off her top and exposed her small breasts. They were an angry red colour. The nipples and areola were swollen and discoloured also. Gently the (RDY)-T394E examined the wounded flesh. Forcing back the pain induced tears, Octavia sniffed, "They're bigger than they were yesterday."

"They will be all right, but they are growing much faster than I thought they would. If you can help me get this done, I'll be able to get back to the lab sooner."

Octavia became aware of her hunger again and said so. "Go eat and bring along some snacks for later." the (RDY)-T394E ordered. Away she went only to return a half an hour later with a bag of foodstuffs.

She set her mind against the steady pain in her breasts and instead wrestled with the task at hand, she and Rudy assembled the equipment. The (RDY)-T394E had planned to draw as much of the sludge out of the pool and out of the ground below the pool. It was too close to the compound and would have to be removed and then destroyed. He had also rigged the mechanism to stop pumping if the consistency of the chemical soup changed. He wanted as large a sample of the goop that was affecting Octavia as was possible.

"I'll go back to the lab if you can stay here and move the hose from barrel to barrel as they fill up. If the machine turns off, just leave it, the chemical consistency and mix would have changed and I'll come back later to finish up." Octavia nodded and sat at the edge of the near empty pool and watched the pumps work. Every ten or so minutes she would move the hose to a new barrel.

The food bag was empty, her hunger was returning, the sun had disappeared behind the trees and the shadows were steadily getting longer when the pump turned off. The barrel was only three-quarters full. Octavia pulled out the hose and sealed this last barrel. Fifteen minutes later she found the android at work in the lab. It had determined that her bosom would look a lot like her mother’s had. It seemed that there were to be no other changes. "But I can't be sure."

As she retired for bed she noticed that the two fleshy little mounds that used to be her breasts had become just a little larger.

* * *

The next morning she was awakened by her own hunger. She looked at her naked reflection in the mirror in her quarters. The half dozen steps toward it confirmed what she saw with each step: she had larger breasts. What only yesterday morning had been almost flat, now definitely was not. The pain had almost completely subsided, so Octavia cupped both breasts and smiled, thinking back to the memories of the fullness and feelings of comfort of her own mother’s large bosom. 'I can't believe how fast they’re growing. It feels wonderful!' The electric shocks of the yearnings were beginning again. She retired again to her bed. On her back, with her knees up she ministered to the angry hole from which the yearnings could be sated. She played with the new additional volume of her breasts. Her masturbation session ended after her second orgasm as her empty stomach dragged her to the kitchen.

The days progressed in much the same manner as they had before the accident at the pool. The routine was returning. The only real noticeable difference was the frequency and quantities of meals and snacks. Daily she would study and exercise and occasionally she might play a game with Rudy. Every afternoon she would lie by the damaged fountain and pool, as she had when it had been filled with water, its bottom rent with the upturned concrete slab. In the evening she would walk in the woods surrounding the compound. Every day Rudy would call after her, "Please, Ms. Octavia, don't go too far. Remember that the mutants occasionally come quite close to the compound." Daily, few things changed. The (RDY)-T394E had eventually emptied the gaping hole in the pool of all the blue-black sludge, and taken all of the barrels of sludge to the storage shed. It had also chemically neutralized the earth in and around the fountain. About two weeks after the accident it had repaired the floor of the pool and had refilled it with water. The cyborg hoped that Octavia would approve.

Octavia's breasts continued to grow like ink spots on a blotter, gradually creeping outward from their centers. And so did the frequency, duration and intensity of her yearnings. They were becoming steady and consistent. From the time she awoke until the time she fell asleep at the end of the day she was aware of the muskiness of her sex. Each morning she stood naked in the weight room, looking at her reflection in the mirrors that surrounded her. She was awe struck. Looking at the mirrors to her side she could hardly believe that the reflection was of her. Arching her back and pulling her arms behind her, thrust her breasts outward in a dramatic projection of swollen flesh. Each day they grew steadily larger in size and weight, their volume gradually covering more and more of her chest, like a glacier of flesh creeping steadily across upper torso. From the front, they jutted straight from her torso, forming a full, impressive frontage of seemingly self-supporting softball size globes that filled her hands when she was hefting then up. She would give them a bounce or two as though she was weighing two melons at the market trying to determine which was larger. They were surprisingly heavy. She particularly enjoyed the heat emanating off of her heaving chest that was even more noticeable after her workouts. Slender fingers pulled at the increasingly sensitive aureole and nipples. Daily she thought that her breasts felt better as they got larger, heavier and overall became more sensitive. They were the only real bright spot in her otherwise bland boring day. Daily, like clockwork, however, by mid afternoon the listlessness and depression would settle in again.

* * *

A week or so later found Octavia rummaging through boxes of her mothers clothes. Earlier that day, she had been hiking over some particularly rough terrain outside of the compound. Using both hands to help maintain her balance on a particularly difficult spot, her boobs bounced and bobbled more freely with each step as the zipper crept steadily downward, each boob fighting the other to emerge from the opening which was still too small for even one of them. By the time she had reached a spot where she could walk again using only her legs and feet, her tits hung out the front of the knit dress with the zipper now open down to her navel. At that point she knew that she wanted to find her moms old bras. She had been through the boxes before and knew exactly in which box to look. Although they had only been of passing interest years ago, her late mother's brassieres now took on a new interest.

She found four of the large cupped undergarments at the bottom of the box. The only thing she could readily determine was that the cups were to hold her breasts. She struggled to keep her boobs in the cups while she attempted to fit her arms between the side panel and the wide strap. With that accomplished she reached behind in an attempt to do up the hooks. Frustration and anger began to build. She took off the item and put it on backwards with the hooks to the front and the cups to the back. Working with the ends of the bra straps, her hands almost completely engulfed by her breasts, she concentrated on what she could see of her hands in small visible area in between the splayed valley her jugs. With the hooks done up she pulled the garment around so that the front was now again in the front. She repeated the motions of sliding her hands and arms into the bra. Adjusting the shoulder straps for comfort, she appraised herself in the strange garment. There was still room enough in the cups that the material bunched loosely at various points along the edges. It was a lacy, very feminine item and Octavia fell in love with her new look, despite the fact that the bra by its very nature was uncomfortable. She studied the other three bras, all of which were decidedly more utilitarian and nowhere near as pretty as the one she was wearing. Looking at the tag she read the number letter combination of '32EEE/G'. She had no idea what it meant, but all were the same so she assumed that it was the size. As uncomfortable and oversized as the bra was, she was determined to wear it from then on.

Two days later, Octavia stood in front of the mirror in her room. Her breasts over filled the tops of her mother's old bra. Although she had not yet tried any of the other bras, she knew that they too would be too small. She removed the lacy undergarment and with a large sigh that set her bloated bosom swaying and wobbling heavily, she put them away and padded to the weight room for her morning ritual workout, her heavy hooters gently slapping against her belly. The exercise sessions had virtually deteriorated into self-gratifying masturbation sessions as the narcissist effect of leaning forward and watching her pendulous breasts swinging and swaying away from her chest set off the yearnings which were impossible to ignore. Even now, simply doing curls with dumbbells, which were fairly stationary exercises for her upper body, were reflected by wobbling motions of her chest.

"Rudy," she asked when she found him in the lab, "any luck with something to stop my boobs from growing?" It turned to face her. Despite the recent 'workout' she could feel the yearnings beginning again, certainly she could smell her own musky perfume.

"Nothing yet, I'm afraid. I thought I had something yesterday, but after letting the test run overnight it failed. If it's any consolation, I'm close. Maybe another day or two." There seemed to be nothing but frustration and boredom - every day. The explosive expansion of her breasts had by now lost their novelty appeal. Now they were simply huge and moving towards Brobdingnagian in their glory. Still, she loved the fullness and perceived stature that they created for her. Knowing that, physically at least, she had a similar physique to that of her departed mother was similarly comforting, but there was the gnawing concern that Rudy might never discover a solution to what was becoming a sludge-induced problem.

* * *

Having been lying by the dark waters of the pool for only a short period of time, Octavia stared with glazed eyes at the reflection of herself, the trees and the overhead clouds. She lay on her stomach; her upper body propped up on her elbows with her chin resting in the palms of both hands. Her breasts now rested on the ground and the soft moss covered ground supported them like a push up bra. The upward pressure created deep cleavage between the milky melons and gave the appearance that they were much larger than her head. Her hair cascaded down both sides of her back, pooling at her sides, while one thick rope of hair ran straight down the center of her back to the cleft that separated the hemispheres of her derriere. The (RDY)-T394E cast a shadow across her and appeared in the reflection of the water, blotting out a fluffy cloud.

Not moving, yet looking directly at him in the reflecting waters, she snapped at him. "Rudy, are you following me again?

"No, Ms. Octavia, I was conducting my daily check of the compound's security systems. I just happened to be walking along the creek and came across here to the pool and fountain. I am concerned about you."

"There is nothing you can do for me." she retorted.

"Ms. Octavia, I'm sure that I can help. All I need to know is exactly what I should do."

"If I knew, I wouldn't need you!" she blistered back at him. She rose and stood to face the cyborg, her boobs wobbling and swaying in response to the rapid movements. "Damn it. Love me! Take me! Fuck me!"

"Octavia, stop. I do not understand..."

She threw her hands in the air and let out a groan of frustration, her jugs jiggling, swaying from side to side. She looked down at the genderless groin and indicated with both hands, palm up. "Look! See! You're useless!"

With another groan of anger and frustration she stormed off in the direction of the compound and the weight room. The (RDY)-T394E watched her go, her arms swinging like she was marching to the metronome motion of her outsized breasts. The vibrations of her footfalls rippling the cheeks of her fleshy behind with each step and her long black hair waved behind her like a flag. The (RDY)-T394E took in the image and filed it for analysis later.

* * *

The (RDY)-T394E continued on its walk, attempting to process the data of the series of exchanges between it and Octavia. The frequency of her outbursts had been steadily increasing and her tone and choices of words had been becoming steadily more abusive. Before her parents had died, Octavia's father had the (RDY)-T394E reprogrammed to take care of all of her needs and for the cyborg to be her mentor, teacher, friend and companion. When her parents passed away, this role became a higher priority and a task that the (RDY)-T394E could not complete and discharge until the supply ship arrived to pick her up and return her to civilisation. It assessed the situation. Her educational and environmental needs were being met. There were minor problems of course. Granted, as a teen, sometimes it was difficult to get her to obey some of its directions, or to eat the proper foods, to remain diligent in her studies and so on. She had grown too tall for most of the clothes available. The clothes that did fit her height wise, were too loose in the hips and ass and all of the tops available, being her mothers, were definitely too big for her rail thin torso. It was becoming all too clear now to the (RDY)-T394E that her emotional needs required attention and would soon reach a critical juncture if it did not act quickly and correctly. It acted quickly to correct this error.

The (RDY)-T394E returned to the compound. It searched the laboratory mainframe computer, the library and even the old databases from the original settlement. It collected everything factual and fictional available on love and sexual relations between man and woman. It scanned volume after volume, file after file, flooding its RAM with theory and fact involving the human sexual animal. It covered psychology and the biographies of famous lovers like Valentino and Mata Hari, famous theorists like Freud. In short order it realised that it was missing the necessary physical equipment and it realised exactly what Octavia had meant when she described it as 'useless'. But it ploughed on until it knew how and what had to be done. It knew what a penis looked like, how it worked and its general characteristics, but it did not have one. 'It' had been the only item that had not been included in the (RDY)-T394E's otherwise 'perfect' body. This would not present a problem, since (RDY)-T394E would make one. Soon it was complete in that department also. It had created an average sized dildo, conforming to the information it had gleaned from the anatomy texts, complete with a testicular sac. With the micro circuitry the dildo would perform just like the real thing, flaccid to erect, ejaculate, the whole nine yards. It even went so far as to include pleasure sensors in the dildo for the benefit of (RDY)-T394E. It incorporated a feature that would, on occasion, ejaculate early, in order to provide Octavia with as realistic an experience as was possible. It also built in an override to this feature, just in case! The dildo would react to her stimuli just as would the real thing and on occasion, depending upon the situation, could have a mind of its own. The dildo, like (RDY)-T394E, was a masterpiece. A slight modification to its groin area and the bayonet-mount dildo became a semi-permanent feature. The (RDY)-T394E was no longer an 'IT', It was a 'HE'.

* * *

When she had left Earth six years ago she was a scrawny prepubescent twelve year old. At the time a lot of the girls at her school had already started to blossom into womanhood. She had had to wait an additional four years for her genes to kick in, with the additional boost of the sludge, to create the womanly sight she now beheld. At twelve she had been more concerned how she compared to those her own age. At that time she had not paid much attention to how those who were four to six years her senior looked. Besides those intervening six years had been traumatic, what with the move to the asteroid and the death of her parents. Much of that past was now long forgotten.

Now, naked, save for socks and running shoes, she admired herself in the mirrors that surrounded her. Sweat glistened off the sculpted frame. Every muscle thoroughly pumped from the work out, she studied the well-defined muscle groups of her arms, chest, abdomen, legs and back. She wondered how she, physically, would compare to the average eighteen year old back on earth. Would a man find her attractive? She was not sure. Nevertheless, she enjoyed the sight of herself. She pirouetted very slowly, taking in every inch of the tight body she owned. Bending over slightly and looking over her shoulder she admired the defined separation of her thighs from the rounded fullness of her ass cheeks, and the wide separation between her thighs which, even from her perspective, allowed for an unobstructed view of the pink butterfly of her sex. Glancing to her right she enjoyed the contoured roundness of her tits as they as they exploded from her chest and hung down beyond her elbows, with the nipples pointed towards the ground. Standing erect again she watched them wobble and bounce heavily and erratically against the middle of her belly when she stopped moving. When she walked her boobs hung above her stomach, swaying heavily. Having been so used to narcissistically admiring herself in the gym mirrors, she had neglected to comprehend a simple fact. Studying the situation brought her to the realization that her breasts had become so large in their projection forward and bulged so far out from the sides that she could no longer see her feet, much less her legs without the assistance of the mirrors. Lifting one breast, to fully comprehend just how large she had grown, she could hardly believe how much it weighed. She let go of the large projection, and smiled to herself, fully enjoying the sight and feel of the heavy breast bouncing.

* * *

The knitted jumper was stretched by the two bulging boobs. The knit of the outfit was stretched to the point that creamy breast flesh and her areola were clearly visible. The cool air had made her nipples erect and they had worked their way through the fish-netted front of the jumper and were clearly visible as uncovered flesh from the side.

Suddenly, from behind the lush foliage lunged three blurry forms.

"Oh God! Mutants! No! Stop! Help!"

Only one week ago she might have been able to run to attempt to escape the ambush, but not any more. The bloated breasts erupting from her torso confirmed that her chassis had been converted from speed to comfort.

It seemed that the (RDY)-T394E had reminded her daily that there were violent, lustful mutants about, but until today she had never seen one. As a result, she had downplayed the warnings. Now she struggled against them, her muscles rippling with their inherent strength and the added boost of adrenaline and terror, but they were still too much for her. In a matter of seconds she landed roughly on the ground, with the wind being knocked out of her in the process. Flat on her back, she felt the rough nails of her attackers looping into the knit material and in no time her clothing was ripped from her body. Horrible thoughts flashed through her mind. 'Is this why I came out here?' 'Do I want to be raped by these animals.' It was true, in fits of depression and anger she had toyed with that idea. But not now. Her heart pounded in her chest as every muscle in her body reacted to the terror that gripping her. Large hands mauled at her breasts, while other hands on her ankles spread apart her legs. Straddling her the largest of the beasts, his breathing becoming laboured in anticipation and his cock bloated and primed, lined himself up for a thrust into the awaiting vulnerable pink oyster which was her cunt. The lips started to stretch to accommodate the beast’s jack pole and suddenly the (RDY)-T394E was there! Unmercifully there! In a few short seconds the mutants were no more. Octavia had been saved from the full thrust and the beast had got no farther than getting the tip wet.

"Rudy, Oh God Rudy! I'm so sorry!" She wrapped the remnants of torn knitted suit around herself.

"Com'ere bitch!" It was then that she noticed something different about Rudy. Quite different indeed. He grabbed her by a wrist and pulled her towards himself. Then his hands were everywhere.

"Rudy?" She gasped as she noticed he was wearing a loincloth and the front of the loincloth was lifting like a broomstick under a sheet. The loincloth parted and then she noticed the engorged phallus protruding from his groin. "Oh, Rudy. Oh yes!" The phallus was reacting perfectly.

Like steel drawn to a magnet, her hands reached down to touch, then caress this new wonder. She groped at the still enlarging 'cock', both surprised and pleased. "Show me what you can do with it!" The excitement of the near rape; the brutal demise of the mutants; the physical priming of her muscle; the novelty of the situation; the anticipation of the unknown sexual thrills yet to unfold had peaked her libido. It had her love slit weeping the lubricant of her passion. So primed and ready was she that the nectar formed rivulets running down the inside of her velvety thighs. Her nipples, clearly discernible in their bloated state had again forced themselves through the material of the torn knitted suit. She was ready to be taken.

The (RDY)-T394E held her close and kissed her roughly. His powerful hands found her tight ass and kneaded the malleable flesh, lovingly tender at times, powerfully lustful at others. The large solid pole of his new 'manhood' was sandwiched between their bellies. She felt its pulsation. She now knew what would bring about a more effective and satisfying solution to the question of her yearnings. She raised luminous eyes to look at him steadily. She spoke with them. 'Take me now' they beckoned. Not waiting for a reply, she jumped up, wrapping her muscular legs around his waist and slowly slid her self downwards, wiggling her pelvis until she had partially impaled herself on the rigid pole. The pain of the phallus against her hymen made her stop.

"It only hurts the first time." He told her softly.

She had always trusted Rudy, so why should it be any different now? With that decision quickly made, she grit her teeth and sagged against him. The sword tore through the thin flesh and quickly was buried up to the hilt. The pain faded quickly to pleasure. Her clit, bloated and extended, brushed against the base of the dildo. Ripples turned to waves as she rocked herself, legs straining, heart racing. She was gasping for air.

Abruptly he withdrew.

"Turn around! Bend over!" He ordered. She did not hesitate. He lined himself up with her oozing hole and forcefully re-entered her from behind. She collapsed to her hands and knees and he had no option but to follow. He began a steady rhythm of deep even strokes. He watched as the 'penis' thrust in and out of the searing gash. He leaned forward and gently cupped a large tit in his hand, massaging the nipple. Octavia squealed with delight. His other hand quickly and easily found her pleasure centre and began to strum the sensitive organ. Soon her body was quaking again and again with orgasmic delight.

Almost immediately he was ready again. After a short respite they again engaged in the old 'in - out'. This time she wanted to savour the foreplay. She reclined, supporting her torso with her arms, propped up on her elbows, her heavy boobs splayed, one on each side. He gently kissed the nipple of the right one, cupping the bulk of the left one. She threw her head back, throat exposed, hair pooled in black cascades on the ground behind her. He kissed her neck and caressed her tight belly, sensing slight tremors within. Having tasted this fruit once she could resist no more. She grabbed him by the ass and forced him closer. The engorged phallus bumped abruptly against her clit.

The (RDY)-T394E was enjoying this for the sensations it created with in him. Octavia even more so. She took his prick gently in her hand and lined it up with the centre of her opened oyster. He could feel the heat from her love canal. His olfactory sensors were triggered. He was conscious of her scent. It wasn't cologne or perfume, it was her. Musky, warm, womanly, stirring. He gently eased himself into her. He carefully measured his strokes, but by now she was too far gone and exploded into yet another series of orgasms. He was not far behind.

He looked upon her - eyes closed, a slight self-satisfied smile. It was a face transformed, ecstatic yet primitive. She lay, gently shuddering, in bliss, pressing tightly against him. He knew that he had solved the problem of her emotional shortcomings. He was all the great lovers he had read about rolled into one. He had become the ultimate sex machine for her and she proved insatiable. Day after day and night after night they were locked in the passion of foreplay or the urgency of intercourse.

* * *

And Octavia's breasts continue to grow. Between their 'private' sessions, Rudy worked furiously in the lab. Being an artificial being, he did not require downtime or sleep, except to conduct a file backup of about a half an hour in length. He worked with the contents of the other barrels, trying to identify the makings of each barrel's hormone adjusting stew. From the barrels, as best as he and technological advances could determine, the first twelve barrels of the sludge would make tits grow, without stopping. It was this mess of chemicals was currently racing through Octavia's system filling her chest with the resultant hormonal blubber. Further testing of subsequent barrels determined that of the other forty four, two barrels were definitely toxic enough to kill. Some of the contents of the other barrels would, it seemed from the testing, cause other areas of the human body to grow. One barrel's contents would cause hair loss, another seemed to affect the nervous system synapses. With the exception of the twelve barrels that caused the single effect of breast enlargement, the majority of barrels caused a combination of things to change. Each different affliction-causing barrel of the blue-black sludge was in itself a key to firing up the pituitary in a variety of ways. The challenge, of course, would be to determine the individual keys to turn off or dramatically slow the effects.

Daily Octavia went to the weight room for her workout. With some of the novelty of her expanding chest now dissipated, she again pushed herself just as she had done before her breasts had grown larger than her head. With the daily physical test over, she would stand and admire the woman she had become. When she supported them, how they seemed almost perfectly round, otherwise they hung heavily from her chest. Smiling to herself, she studied her burgeoning, bouncy, still growing bust as it erupted high on her chest. She figured that each breast was anchored to her chest wall by a circle at least a hand’s span across. From those circles, each breast expanded outward in all directions, forming the huge milky globes that filled so much of her lower peripheral vision. Oddly, she was pleased at how large she was becoming, despite not really knowing just how far she currently eclipsed the natural breast size of all other human females in the galaxy. And they were still getting bigger. Daily.

Her burgeoning bosom however, was beginning to cause her problems due to their unfettered and unharnessed weight and particularly their girth. They extended far enough from her chest that if they continued at this rate within a day or two she would no longer be able to reach her nipples, much less caress them. If Rudy did not come up with something to stop the expansion, those self-inflicted sensations of pleasure would grow to be just warm memories of a distant past. She also had not yet been able to gauge the steadily increasing circumference and would on occasion be surprised to find that her breasts had become like boat bumpers, brushing door frames, hitting table tops, or nudging away a soup bowl during dinner.

* * *

Eight days after the attack, the (RDY)-T394E told her that he had developed the 'stopper'. The cyborg had reckoned that the news was important enough to meet her in her quarters as soon as she had awakened. Although awake, she had not crawled out of her bed when the cyborg came visiting. To Octavia, nothing was too urgent that she could not take advantage of having her stud 'come calling', but the android was all business. The (RDY)-T394E measured out a white powder that had the same brightness of confectioner's sugar. Running the tap he filled a glass and took the measured powder and mixed it into the glass. "Here, sit up and drink this all down. It should put a stop to the hormonal imbalance that has made all these changes in you." the (RDY)-T394E vaguely indicated towards her bosom. She sat up and stretched, arching her back to work the muscles loose. The movement thrust her hooters outward. They rolled and pitched, seemingly of their own volition. The effect of the motion was not lost to the android or to its 'sex organ'. Octavia swallowed the vile-tasting liquid and a shiver rattled her frame. Her outsized jugs again wobbled freely of their own accord, settling down to the usual slow rise and fall motion of her breathing. During her involuntary shaking, her left breast bumped a beaker on the edge of the bedside table. The (RDY)-T394E caught it and saved it from smashing. "Ms. Octavia, It would appear that you will be requiring some assistance in the supporting of your mammaries."

"Rudy, the undergarments…" "Brassieres." the (RDY)-T394E interrupted. "The brassieres," she started again, "are too small. They'll be no good"

"We will have to design and make one for you. Bring one of your mother's bras so that I'll have a template." Octavia hustled as quick as she could to her closet and returned with all four of the bras. She held up one of the four in a faint attempt to cover the immensity of the girth of her hooters. The look on her face was truly sceptical.

"OK, first - measurements." And the (RDY)-T394E began. From every conceivable point of reference on the girl's upper body the android took a steady stream of measurements. Octavia tried to interrupt the process on more than one occasion for a little sexual relaxation. But the (RDY)-T394E was obsessed with the task at hand that filled more than one hand. Then he changed to the other breast and repeated the measuring same. Half an hour later after a few false starts for some measurements, the (RDY)-T394E announced, "Done."

Having been 'spurned' by the (RDY)-T394E, Octavia slowly meandered her way to the fountain. She sat on the bank and gazed at the fountain. She wondered what it might have looked like when it was new and who might have built it. That brought on dreamy thoughts of masculine figures and of sensual and erotic images. It started the yearnings again. She smiled a lazy dreamy smile, fully aware of what those feelings meant and particularly the cure.

* * *

The (RDY)-T394E gathered what few materials were required and available. There were a few bolts of material suitable for making clothing, but the android quickly determined that they would not be sturdy enough for the proposed task. He found what he believed to be a suitable substitute. He folded the canvas sailcloth in half so that he would cut mirror images of each piece. Cutting with the precision of the machine he was, in no time he had a pile of odd shaped canvas. He took apart one of the utilitarian bras. Within the hour the (RDY)-T394E had converted the smaller cupped 32EEE/G bra into a garment that looked like it could be mounted onto a catapult and be suitable for launching two boulders large enough to blast a hole in the thickest of castle walls. He compared the fabric of the small bras with the canvas mini-hammock-sized cups of his creation. It would certainly be as uncomfortable as it was rough looking. Padding was required. Taking a paisley patterned cotton material from a bolt, the (RDY)-T394E lined the cups with metres of the material. At least it looked nicer than the green canvas. Perhaps it would now be more comfortable.

The (RDY)-T394E went, canvas bra in hand, searching for the mega-mammed recipient. He heard moans coming from the pond. Octavia was at work, on herself. This time he would spy on her and wait until the time was right to make up for having dismissed her earlier without taking care of her emotional needs.

She lay on her back, knees drawn up at a comfortable angle, by the dark waters of the pool. Her glossy, jet-black hair formed a wide fan on the shore and the dark Gothic arch, which was usually quite narrow, was spread now, exposing a face with the expression of ecstasy etched in every square inch. Her pearly white teeth were clearly visible as the by full pouty lips appeared open and caught in the middle of a silent scream. Her head was tilted backwards, exposing slender neck, the chords of muscle clearly taut. The sides of her breasts now rested on the on the soft mossy shore and left a deep wide cleavage between the firm splayed breasts. This had to be one of the few occasions where her sternum actually saw the light of day. Slender hands and fingers roamed and played over the turgid nipples and the little-man-in-the-boat, which was hiding in the dark thatch at the meeting point of her long and sculpted legs. The cyborg watched as knots of muscle tightened and made visible her washboard abdominals. Now was the time.

The soft moss-covered ground muffled his footfalls. He softly called her name so she would not be too startled. Dropping the brassiere by her side, he moved around between her open and spread legs. Caressing her milky melons he gently entered her. It was all she needed to be pushed over the edge. Her body was racked by orgasm after orgasm. With this act all of the transgressions of the sizing session were forgiven. They rolled onto their sides. She propped up herself on her elbow. She stared dreamily into the artificial eyes of the android. "Thank you." was all she could utter. Her heavy breasts quivered as she spoke, lying atop one another like two huge loaves of bread.

"I have completed making a brassiere for you, Ms. Octavia. I brought it for you to try on. It's behind you." She reached behind her and gathered the large garment. Struggling with the weight of her frontage from the reclined position, she moved until at last she sat, cross-legged, the remnants of her lovemaking oozing on to the moss. She admired the undergarment. "What's it made of?" "Sailcloth." was the reply. "It must have been the whole sail." she joked, in awe of its large size. It became obvious that she really did not appreciate just how large her breasts had grown. Smiling, Octavia asked, "Help me put it on!"

Having worn her mother's bras for all of three days made Octavia the expert of the two. She outlined her plan. "We'll put the bra on band first, spin it around and then, pull up the straps." Rudy stood back and let her struggle with the undergarment. With her arms forcing apart her jugs, she worked at catching each hook in a hoop. Eventually she had completed latching the six hoops and hooks. With surprising finesse and a single tug, she had the catches in the middle of her back and the two paisley lined cups sandwiched between the underside of her breasts and her chest wall.

"Rudy, could you open the breast holders so that I can put my boob in it." "I believe the word you are looking for is 'cup'." the cyborg interjected, grabbing hold of one of the cups and guiding a huge hooter home. He repeated the procedure for the other side while she held the first in place. With both breasts snugly secure in their harbours, the (RDY)-T394E held up the cups while Octavia negotiated her arms into the straps and placed the wide and heavily padded supports on her shoulders.

"Well?" asked the android, "How does it feel?"

Octavia smiled, "It works! It pulls up and takes the strain off of my back. It does feel funny though, but I guess I'll get 'used' to it."

It certainly did work. The garment pulled her breasts up off of her belly and they looked like they were resting on an invisible shelf. The (RDY)-T394E watched her as she explored the bra and the volumes of flesh that it contained. Looking down all Octavia could see was the long, seemingly endless line of her cleavage, pressed into a tight line from the bottom of her line of sight disappearing over the rise and swell of the tit flesh horizon, almost two feet away. She traced her finger down the length of the crack, almost as if she were trying to determine if it ever did end. It sent a shiver through her and the cyborg watched as she shivered and the cantilevered mounds vibrated like the Tahoma Narrows suspension bridge had before it vibrated itself apart.

"Can you make any more?" she asked. The (RDY)-T394E nodded and replied, "That and more."

* * *

As the time passed the (RDY)-T394E made a variety of bras, to suit the tastes of his mistress; push-ups, demi cups, severe utilitarian, a wide gamut of styles for her to project her moods. The mysteries of each of the barrels gradually became apparent and also the 'cure' to stop the variety of changes each barrel promoted. Not sure whether any of the sludge might be useful for the advancement of mankind, the barrels were stored in the compound warehouse. Neither Octavia nor Rudy could decide whether to keep them or destroy them, so they just sat, all fifty six barrels. He also built other dildos. Small ones, large ones, thick ones, thin ones, dildos which had French tickler ends, vibrating and pulsating ones, and combinations of all, with balls that hung low or were tight to the base of the shaft. He ensured that she would never become bored of one style, technique, position, location or type for he would change the variables and recreate the novelty, always with her enjoyment first and foremost. The locations of their escapades ranged from indoors to outdoors, in the sun, in the rain, in the weight room, the kitchen. Anywhere and anytime, Octavia proved to be insatiable. The (RDY)-T394E too, with the randomness of the dildos 'having a minds of their own', would surprise her by taking her at any time and at any place; while she slept, ate, studied, was working out. She received a first class education on the subject of human sexuality and developed an insatiable appetite for love, lust and sex.

But the time passed by far too quickly and Octavia left on the supply ship to earth, leaving forever the asteroid and the (RDY)-T394E behind. At age twenty two, five foot ten inches tall, one hundred forty-five muscular and fit pounds, with breasts, at approximately fifteen pounds each, that put all others to shame, Octavia soon learned that her worries about being inferior in any way to other human female were laughable. This eliminated much of the competition for eligible studs and insatiable Octavia took full advantage of this. But human males could not compare with the cyborg lover she had left behind. As for the (RDY)-T394E, the maintenance of a lonely research complex on a forgotten asteroid became a little less bearable, even for an 'unfeeling' machine.

Octavia vowed to herself to return.