Janey King sat quietly in the examining room, taken by a slight anxiety. She had never been to a plastic surgeon before, but then again she had never had the money before last month. At that time, by some miracle of fate, Janey had won the record setting state lottery and suddenly she was going to be receiving over $200,000 a year for the rest of her life. Now everything had changed.
The door gently opened and a man in a white jacket entered; he looked around blankly for a second until his eyes caught Janey's. As he eased the door closed he produced a warm smile, opened a folder and announced, "5' 7", 121 pounds, brunette... you must be Janey." He finished by closing the document and offering his hand, "I'm Dr. Frisk. But you can call me Ira."
"Hello Dr... er, Ira," Janey stumbled as she returned his handshake.
"Well Janey, I see some of your concerns in your folder here, but why don't you explain them to me."
"Oh, okay. I guess I told the nurse about my... um..."
"Breasts?"
"Yea, my breasts. I'm not happy with them."
"Okay. Why not? What would you like to correct?"
"You see, until about two years ago, I was pretty overweight, y'know? I guess I was about fifty or sixty pounds overweight."
"Go on..."
"Well, then I lost that weight and got down to the weight I am right now. Consequently my bust shrunk. But the problem is that, not only did my boo... breasts get smaller, they also got even saggier."
"I see," the doctor mused, "would you mind showing them to me?"
Janey paused. This was the point of the examination that she knew would come and she had dreaded. She had never been comfortable with her naked body; maybe a little more comfortable now more than before she lost the weight, but her chest still made her very self conscious.
"It's okay Janey," Ira re-assured, "this is completely professional."
Sighing, Janey began to unbutton her blouse. Once undone and removed, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp to her bra. Soon she had removed that as well and the doctor leaned in for an inspection. Janey's breasts were indeed quite saggy. They hung flatly down her chest like limp balloons of mottled flesh. The doctor could see plainly that the young woman's boobs had once been much larger, although her skin appeared free of the stretch marks he would have expected in large boobs. On further examination he couldn't be sure if her torso was narrow or if it just appeared that way because of width of her hips. The band of her jeans was so loose around her waist he swore he could have easily put both hands in without touching her, but the garment was quickly filled to capacity by her unusually maternal lower measurement. The doctor quietly speculated that she must measure nearly fifty inches and wondered where she found pants that fit.
"I see," he repeated, "You can put your clothes back on. What size bra are you wearing right now?"
"A 34 C cup," Janey indicated as she picked her bra up from the chair.
"Have you always wore this size?"
"No. Before I lost all that weight I was a 36 DD."
"I see. Okay, so what exactly are you interested in having done to your breasts?"
"Well," Janey hesitated. She wasn't sure if she could find the words. "I want my breasts to be firm..."she trailed off.
"The nurse has written you are not interested in implants. Does that mean that you would like a breast lift or a reduction?"
"Not really..." the young woman had come in for quite a different reason, but again she was having difficulty finding the words. "I would prefer to be a DD cup again, but as I told the nurse, I don't want to risk implants."
"Is that all?"
"No. No it isn't," Janey's thoughts suddenly found voice and she brought them forward in a rush, afraid that she might stop before making her intentions clear, "What I really want is to have firm breasts! I've never had them, ever. The whole time I was growing up I never had them. It seems that as soon as they started growing my boobs sagged. I feel like I've always had saggy boobs and I want to change that BUT I don't want implants. I don't know. I mean, I'd like to be a DD again, but I ..."
Janey sighed and looked at the floor, frustrated.
"Well then," Ira smiled, "you've come to the right place."
"I have?"
"Yes," the doctor continued, "as it happens I am participating in an experimental program that I think would satisfy your needs."
"What is it?"
"There is a procedure that I and four other doctors across the U.S. are performing that allow non-invasive breast enlargement through use of a genetically modified virus," Ira explained, "This virus is matched with the patient's DNA to target their breasts. Once there, it will replicate the soft structures of the breasts until it reaches a certain density. The virus is very sensitive to strain and pressure. If it has to push too hard to create new material it will become dormant. So as soon as the aforementioned density, that is to say 'firmness', is reached, the virus stops."
"Wow," Janey breathed. It was too prefect. This was like a dream come true. First the lottery, now this. But immediately she had questions. "So I'll always have this virus in me? Is it harmful?"
"No you will not always have the virus in you and no, it is not harmful. It only performs one task and to date our studies have shown no side-effects. It is a perfectly constructed genetic organism."
"But it won't always be in me. Will it always...you know... I don't know how to say it...'work'?"
"Yes. It will always 'work'. That's the beauty of this method! You see, even with breast implants, they soften eventually. It takes a long time, granted, but if a hypothetical patient had wanted to maintain that level of firmness they couldn't. But with this method, if you never take the anti-virus you will always have the level of firmness you desire. As soon as your boobs sag or droop a little, the virus will kick into action and firm you up again."
"That sounds great!" Janey squealed, "But one more thing. If it's sensitive to pressure, wouldn't a bra mess it up?"
"Yes, you are exactly correct," the doctor laughed, "very good question. Patients who participate in this study and take the virus have to go braless until they attain the level of firmness that they desire."
"Oh, well that's okay," Janey replied before she paused thoughtfully. "I have another question. How do we figure out how firm the virus will make me? Do I have to wear a bra at some point to stop the virus? If I never wear a bra and never take the anti-virus will my boobs keep growing?"
"I'm glad you asked that, too," Ira smiled as he turned to his desk. Opening a drawer he pulled out a small box, inside which were a half dozen balls. The doctor set the box on his desk and picked one of the balls up. It looked a bit like a water balloon to Janey.
"Each of these balloons represent the firmness imparted by a different strain of virus. This one that I'm holding represents Hoffman-Rosen-C, the most sensitive strain. This is an excellent candidate for a patient like yourself who already has the available volume and would like it filled," he handed the balloon to Janey as he finished. Casually she turned it over, letting it roll from one hand to the other. Frowning slightly, she reached into the box and picked up another balloon.
"What about this one?"
"That is Hoffman-Rosen-A. It was the first strain that the manufacturer developed and it results in the firmest breast tissue. It is almost too firm, for you see, it will stretch skin. We use that strain for women who would like their breasts augmented. Once they achieve the size they would like, we give them the anti-virus," Dr. Frisk explained, "it's really not what you want at all."
"Okay," Janey agreed before reaching into the box again, "How about this one?"
Ira took the balloon that she offered and examined it. "Ah. This is Hoffman-Rosen-L. It's right in between A and C, offering a nice, natural movement while still remaining quite firm. I must admit that it is my favorite."
"Then that's what I'd like," Janey smiled, "When can we start?"
That evening Janey invited her best friend over for dinner. Katia arrived late, as usual, but Janey hardly cared. She had more exciting things to think about.
"Hey love," Katia greeted as she handed her friend a bottle of wine, "sorry I'm late."
"No problem," Janey assured her, "come on in. Dinner is already on the table."
As Janey followed her tall friend into the kitchen, she wondered if Dr. Frisk had something for height as well. Katia was nearly a full six foot with short dark hair and darker eyes. They had known each other since kindergarten and over the years had shared in each other's fortunes and misfortunes. But while Janey had leveled off just slightly above average height and well over average weight, Katia had continued inching higher and higher. Given the differences in the body shape of the two women, it was small wonder that when they entered college, Katia received virtually all of the male attention. It was a fact that the tall girl graciously accepted and the two never let it come between them.
Ironically, while Katia had always had her pick of men, her interest lay upon Janey. In fact, the only secrets she had ever kept from her best friend were her orientation and the focus of her sexual desire. Early in puberty she realized that she was far more interested in women than men. Broad hips and heavy chests got her wetter than anything any man had ever tried to do for her, and until recently Janey had had all this in spades. In junior high Janey began to develop a rich, feminine, maternal figure: ultra wide-spread hips and round, pendulous boobs. Then, unexpectedly in high school she began gaining weight which only made her more feminine in Katia's opinion. Her already child-bearing hips grew fuller and fleshier; her large breasts grew fatter and fatter, much to Katia's delight. Amazingly with all of her weight gain, Janey never developed stretch marks or cellulite, just more and more smooth radiant skin. But then Janey continued to swell larger, well beyond the figure that either of them wanted. Now that Janey had lost most of her weight she'd of course retained her hips, delightfully wider than her shoulders, but Katia missed her friend's corpulent bosom.
Katia's body, on the other hand, was a far cry from maternal. Tall and slender, her hips were only just wide enough to prove that she was a woman. Her bust peaked at a B cup when she was 15 and didn't get any larger after that, which was fine with her. Pert and perfect she found that she could get by without a bra if not for her thick nipples and the unnecessary attention they drew from men. Her body was build for athletics and her short hair completed the suggestion. Tall, toned and aggressive, she might have been mistaken as a man except for the delicate feminine features of her face: a button nose, arching eye-brows religiously manicured, full lips and a narrow jaw. She wore a wedding band under the argument that she didn't want unsolicited attention, but Katia knew herself to be a lipstick lesbian.
"How did the doctor's appointment go?" Katia asked. She knew that Janey wanted her full boobs back and it was with some difficulty that she concealed her matching interest.
"You aren't going to believe this," Janey beamed, "but I'm going to have big boobs again and I'm not getting implants!"
"What? How?" Katia asked, suddenly very excited. She despised implants more than anything. After college she had covertly began subscribing to Playboy and the most disappointing models in her opinion were those whose breasts had been surgically altered.
"Well, I know it sounds strange, but there's an experimental procedure that my doctor is participating in," Janey started as she served the food, "and they use a modified virus to build tissue."
"Experimental virus? This doesn't sound too safe to me. What kind of virus?"
"I think it's the one that causes goiter or something. But of course they've changed it. Anyway, what happens is tissue is created in the breasts which will stop automatically when they get to a certain firmness."
"You're kidding."
"No! It's great! Not only do I get my big boobs back, I don't have to get implants AND I finally get to have firm boobs!"
"There has to be some kind of catch," Katia argued, not sure if the whole thing was legit.
"Well," Janey paused as she opened the wine, "there are dietary restrictions which I guess you could consider a catch. I can't have any salt while the virus is in me."
"Why not?"
"I think it has something to do with the whole goiter thing. Is goiter made worse by a eating a lot of salt?"
"I don't know," Katia laughed, "I guess I've never thought about goiter much. What happens if you eat salt?"
"I guess it negates the pressure sensitivity of the virus, so I suppose I'd keep growing bigger."
"Wait. What's this about the pressure sensitivity?"
"That's how it works! I take the virus, or I get infected with it, or whatever," Janey waved her hands in the air as she sat down, "but I get infected and the virus starts to make my boobs fill with tissue and it'll stop when I get to be a certain firmness."
"That still doesn't explain the pressure thing," Katia argued.
"Well my skin will stop it, right? Once my boobs get big enough that my skin has to start stretching, the pressure of my skin will signal the virus to become dormant."
"How the hell does that work?"
Janey laughed, "I have no idea, but here's the best part. I can't wear a bra until I've stopped 'filling out', so to speak, so I've decided that we need to take a vacation."
"We do? Where are WE going?"
"WE are going to take a Caribbean cruise first, then we are going to spend a month at a nude resort."
"What? You're kidding, right?" Katia giggled, getting excited. She knew her friend and she was sure Janey was serious. Just the thought of seeing her friend nude was thrilling, but to think that Janey would have her big boobs bouncing in full view all the time was almost too much.
"No, I'm not kidding. The doctor said that the virus will work pretty quickly, but I still need to wait a while to make sure that it's stopped. I figure that we'll take the cruise, during which time my boobs will start to fill up," Janey described, "and since I won't be able to wear a bra for at least two months, what better place to be braless than a nude resort?"
"Are you sure, girl? I mean, you haven't exactly been comfortable showing off your figure like that in the past."
"Well, now that I'm at the weight I want to be I'm feeling a lot better about my body. If I finish it all off with big, firm boobs..." Janey paused, "well, I want to show it off at least once!"
Katia laughed in agreement. "Okay, I'm in! When do we go?"
"Well, I get the injection next Thursday. How does Friday sound?"
"Excellent! I'll let 'em know at work tomorrow."
"I don't believe it!" Janey exclaimed, standing in front of the mirror in their cabin. It was the first Sunday night of their trip and they had been underway for two days. Five days later would find them arriving at the resort.
"What's that," Katia called from the other room.
"It's working! It's really working!"
Katia ran to the bathroom and looked in as Janey turned to face her, hands on her hips.
"Look at these!"
Janey's bosom was already showing clear signs of filling out. Instead of hanging flatly down her front, slight swellings now showed at their lowest point, pushing her nipples up so that they pointed ahead of her instead of the ground before her. They still sagged like a much older woman's, but they were clearly improving.
By the time the ship arrived at the resort, Janey could barely wait to take her top off. Neither could Katia. Over the course of the week Janey's breasts had swollen firmer and fuller, reminding Katia of the fat tear-drops that her friend had had when she was at her heaviest.
As the two stepped off the gang plank, Janey immediately pulled her tank top over her head and turned herself to face her friend. Even though Katia had seen them the night before she felt that either the light of day made them look bigger or a growth spurt last night must have occurred: Janey looked HUGE! Her unsupported fatties bounced heavily into each other and against her torso. After they checked into their bungalow, Katia pressed her for details.
"Are you sure you were only a DD cup before?" Katia asked, trying not to appear too excited.
"Yea," Janey assured her as she looked down at her luxurious bosom, "But I was also about 60 pounds overweight. I know they look a bit too big, but at least I have the hips to carry it off."
"Girl, with your hips you could still carry another cup or two."
"That's good," Janey smiled as she hefted her boobs in her hands, "'cause these don't feel firm enough yet. I think they're going to get bigger. Here, feel this."
Janey reached into her bag, pulled out one of the doctor's balloons and tossed it to her friend.
"That is how firm my boobs will be when I stop growing," Janey explained as she approached the taller girl, "but feel how firm they are now."
Katia was almost overwhelmed by the prospect but quickly gathered herself together. After pretending to thoughtfully squeeze the balloon she reached forward and tried to repeat the performance on her friend's proffered decolletage.
"Yeah," Katia finally agreed, "you're not firm enough yet..."
"No, I'm not," Janey agreed, cupping herself, "I don't want to get too much bigger, but at the rate I've been growing I have a feeling I'm going to get pretty huge."
And she was right. After getting settled into the resort, the girls immediately got into a routine, taking advantage of all of the resort's activities. Swimming, volleyball, horseback riding, dancing, drinking and eating. And for a week, Janey's bosom got fuller and fuller.
Neither one of them spoke about it, but by as time passed they both knew that Janey's boobs had outgrown her original maximum size and showed no sign of slowing down. Janey would feel them to see how firm they were getting, but even as large as they were swelling, they only got slightly firmer every day. And so every day added another cup. If they had talked about it, Janey worried that she should 'confess' that she was concerned, but the truth was that she wasn't. She loved the heavy weight of her jugs pulling her forward, forcing her to walk at an angle, jiggling when she laughed, bouncing when she stepped, erupting when she ran.
Katia was entranced. Each day her friend's breasts grew more and more titanic. By the end of the week, she finally felt that she should say something.
"Janey..."she began at breakfast on Sunday.
"Yes?" Janey looked up from her meal. Seeing the look in her friend's eyes, she smiled. "Yeah, I know. I think they've finally stopped. Really."
"Really?"
"Really. Thank goodness, too. I must really look bizarre," she laughed.
Katia assured her that she didn't, but she did, and they both knew it. Each of her breasts left her collarbone at a steep angle before curving warmly out to the bulky weight of her pride. At her sides they spread and curved in giant graceful swells that reached slightly past the span of her exaggerated hips. The bottom slopes of these monsters didn't seem to curve as much, their firmness instead pushing her tiny nipples forward nearly two feet into the air before her. At their lowest they hung near her navel when she stood. To say that she was a big girl was a severe understatement.
"I think that my skin must have been too supple for this virus," Janey reasoned, airing her thoughts on the past week's growth.
"That would explain why you don't have any stretch marks anywhere," Katia agreed.
"You don't think I look too ridiculous, do you?"
"Love, you look absolutely beautiful!" Katia assured her.
"Even though I don't have the waif thing going on?"
"Janey, you have the earth goddess thing going on, on speed! Big hips, REALLY big boobs and a flat stomach. There are guys who would kill to be with you."
"Thanks," Janey smiled, warmed and comforted by her friend's comments. "Well, what do you want to do today?"
"Lets try scuba diving! They are offering a course this morning near the dock."
"That sounds great!"
That evening the two sat in the resort bar. Janey was a little unhappy and again, Katia was trying to comfort her.
"It's hardly the most exciting thing to do in the world anyway," she argued.
"But I'd never done it," Janey sighed, "and now it looks like I never will."
"Nonsense, with a bra and enough weight, I'm sure you'll be able to get underwater again."
"Yeah," Janey agreed as she finished off her Long Island Ice Tea and gestured to the bartender that they wanted two more, "I guess you're right. I could have a special bra made with weights in it. It's just different thinking about the special considerations I have to make now."
"I know," Katia soothed, "I know."
The two had decided to get really drunk that night, partially out of frustration with their, or Janey's, failed scuba lesson. They had already had three Ice Teas and Janey was starting to feel quite drunk. Katia had already sensed that her friend would be able to drink her under the table so she had been covertly pouring her own drinks onto the floor or into Janey's glass when she wasn't looking. The day had been a very different experience for her. Seeing Janey trying to dive was both humorous and exciting. The overblown girl's first venture into the water was an immediate failure. The combined effect of her giant chest and the weight of the tank on her back resulted in her floating on her back, her body and head submerged, her boobs quite decidedly afloat. All Katia and the other students could see were a pair of fleshy islands with pink volcano nipples straining the surface. Even after adding all of the belt weights the instructor had available, Janey just barely got submerged, but her position was the same. Someone suggested tying weights to her nipples which got a laugh out of the class but Katia feared what Janey would have thought if she'd been surfaced to hear it.
This evening Katia first began drinking to try and calm her nerves. All the exposure to Janey and her hyper-fertile figure was driving her crazy with desire. During the week she had avoided saying anything about Janey's surpassing her DD goal, not out of respect or fear of embarrassing her friend but instead because she secretly hoped Janey would grow larger and larger and she didn't want to mess with a good thing when she realized that Janey knew she was outgrowing her past record and she didn't appear to want to stop it. But this evening Katia had had just enough to drink that her desire was fueled instead of quelled.
"I noticed something today," Janey began, slurring slightly.
"What's that?" Katia asked.
"As huge as I've become... well, as we were leaving the class I noticed how I was walking," Janey explained. "With my hips, I've always had problems with my hands brushing them. Normally I walked with my arms and hands in front of me, but now..." she paused as she took a sip of her fresh Ice Tea, "now I have no choice but to walk with my arms behind me. Most girls only walk with their elbows behind them and their back arched if they want to draw attention to their boobs, but mine are now so big and heavy, I HAVE to walk that way."
"I noticed," Katia sighed.
"What?"
"Nothing," Katia caught herself. The two sat for a bit in silence, looking around the bar and sipping their drinks. Most of the men quickly turned away as the girls glanced their way.
They're all staring at us, Katia mused, and who could blame them. Two cute girls, one tall and lean, the other... well, I'd stare at Janey too.
As they finished their drinks, Katia suddenly offered to buy the next round. Soon two strawberry margaritas arrived. Katia smiled thoughtfully as Janey licked the sides of her glass, either not noticing or not caring what the salt would do.
As they walked back to their bungalow by torch-light Katia could see that the salt was already having an effect on her friend. When they first stood up from the table at the bar, she could see that her breasts had descended past the level of her navel. Now, as drunk as she was and as large as she was, Janey was having difficulty walking. She wrapped her arms around her breasts and hugged them to herself to steady them. Even so, she was having trouble balancing and several times nearly fell before Katia caught her.
The following morning, Janey lifted herself out of bed and quietly entered the bathroom. As she closed the door, she turned her back against it and leaned back, smiling. She could already tell that she had grown quite a bit larger and she was giddy with anticipation of seeing just how large she had grown. Taking a breath and biting her lip slightly to keep from giggling, she turned the corner of the small room and faced herself in the full-length mirror on the far wall. It was all she could do not to yelp.
She had indeed grown much larger! Her startling bosom now spread wider than her over-sized hips by a couple inches on either side. Their downward travel ended on a line that touched the top of her patch of pubic hair, changing her engorged hour-glass from the day before into a titanic pear shape. Although she still didn't have any stretch marks, her aureole now spread wider than her hands in broad, dark oblongs.
As she brought her hands around to her front to stroke her nipples, she smiled, thinking back on the night before. She had known about Katia's interest, how could she miss it? All their lives, or at least ever since junior high when she first began to develop, she'd caught Katia looking at her. At first she'd been confused, and then even a little scared. But as time passed, she realized that she returned her friend's interest. She too caught herself looking at her friend's lean body with a hunger that she no longer tried to hide from herself, and she even allowed herself to enjoy it.
At first her plan on this trip had been to confess her love for Katia shortly after arriving, after her boobs had finished growing. She was greatly surprised and pleased to discover that she was growing much bigger than either of them had imagined possible, and even more excited by the wanton look in Katia's eyes when they did such boob displaying activities as volleyball and horseback riding. And it just got better and better the bigger she got. Last night she decided to test Katia to see if she wanted her to grow bigger. She allowed Katia to try to get her drunk but as huge as she was, she never really did manage it. It was tough for her to contain her excitement when her friend ordered the margaritas, and she could tell by the look in Katia's eyes that it was no accident.
Smiling, she steeled herself for a little performance.
"OH MY GOD!" she screamed, then listened for Katia scrambling. In an instant her friend entered the bathroom, then stopped short of her, mouth agape.
"What happened?" Katia gasped.
"My boobs! I'm HUGE! I'm IMMENSE! I've got the boobs of a whale! Oh God, Katia! Look at me!" Janey turned to face her friend and lifted her arms into the air to either side. "What am I going to do?"
Katia just stared. She thought Janey would only grow a cup or two. Instead her friend's boobs had kissed the alphabet good-bye. Twice. She could barely see Janey's navel at the bottom of her cleavage before her heavenly boobs pressed against each other. They had descended another several inches and out at least a foot in the night.
"Oh Janey, I'm so sorry," she breathed. Janey pretended to be on the edge of tears and put her hands to her face, waiting for the inevitable. Katia crossed the room and reached out to hug her friend, and Janey accepted her embrace. She felt the tall girl at first try to reach over her stellar bosom but she couldn't reach. Impatient, Janey put her hands down and reached toward Katia, stepping forward and sliding her friend into her cleavage.
Katia was a little unprepared for her friend's advance and had to spread her stance in order to brace herself against the bulbous girl's bulk. As Janey buried her face in Katia's shoulder, she sighed and smiled. Calculating, she slid her hand along the side of her boob furthest from the counter and then pushed in. Predictably the tall girl turned as the two slowly rocked back and forth in their embrace. Slowly, Janey turned them, feeling her inside boob sliding across the counter. As her outside boob touched the counter, she pushed forward again, lifting her boobs onto the either side of the sink with Katia trapped between. Once more the tall girl involuntarily spread her legs as her ass fell against the edge of the counter. Janey pulled back and quickly slide her leg between her friend's thighs, her face no longer distraught but now intent.
Katia was surprised. She suddenly found herself sitting on the counter with Janey's boobs piled on either side of her. Her confusion evaporated as she felt Janey's knee slide slowly up to her crotch and begin rubbing. In an instant she knew that Janey returned her feelings, she knew Janey knew about her trick to make Janey's boobs even bigger, and she knew she was forgiven. Lustfully she leaned forward and kissed her Earth Goddess.
Early afternoon found Janey laying on her bed spread eagle, her hands behind her head. She absently reached out to touch her nipple, riding high atop a mound of breast that rose two feet off the bed. Katia had left to get them some food and would return shortly. The two had spent the entire morning rolling, licking, rubbing and caressing each other. She marveled at how wonderful it had all felt. Katia seemed to know exactly the way to make her feel good. The only problems had come from Janey's stupendous stacks. At one point she had tried to go down on Katia but her boobs piled too high on the bed to allow her. They solved that problem by having Katia position herself on the side of the bed while Janey heaped her mounds on the floor.
"Hello love," Katia greeted as she entered the bungalow.
"Hello love," Janey replied dreamily, "what have we got to eat?"
"I brought a bunch of stuff, lunch mostly. We've missed the breakfast bar."
"That's okay, just so long as there's nothing salty."
"Don't worry, no more tricks" Katia smiled.
They had talked about Janey's bosom earlier. Both agreed that they liked her the size she was, and when they returned from their vacation, she'd get the anti-virus but no reduction.
Later that day as they walked to get dinner, Janey was amazed at the sensation of her boobs. She swore she could hear herself sloshing as her twin zeppelins swayed. As they entered the restaurant, Katia pulled her chair out.
"Thanks," Janey accepted. With care she put her hands on her hips and prepared to squat onto the chair. Sitting down normally was no longer an option. She was hardly surprised to feel her boobs come to rest on her thighs as she lowered herself, but she was impressed to feel her nipples touch the edge of the table before her butt touched the chair. Once in the chair, Janey took stock of her situation. Piled on top of her thighs, her boobs rose several inches higher than the table and pushed firmly against it. She could only just see the far edge of her plate over the swell of her boobs. Experimentally she reached over herself to where she suspected her napkin was and found it. Cheekily she draped it over her cleavage and managed to cover less than a quarter of it.
"Um..."Katia offered as she watched Janey try and reach for her water glass, "how about I feed you?"
"Thanks love, that'd be great."
"These are going to take quite an adjustment" Janey speculated as they walked along the beach after supper.
"What way are you thinking about?"
"Well, going out in public, first of all."
"Yeah, I was thinking about that too. I figure that if you wear maternity clothes that should minimize the weirdness."
Janey laughed. "Good point! I never thought about it, but I guess I would look pregnant, wouldn't I?"
"Yeah," Katia said, dreamily.
"Can you imagine what will happen when I do get pregnant? I'll be a walking dairy! If you thought I sloshed before, just wait."
"WHEN you get pregnant?"
"I'm sorry, I guess I should talk with you about it, but I want to have children in the world's worst way. Just look at me! I was built to make babies. Of course I want to have them with you."
"I'm not saying I don't want kids. I want them too," Katia assured her. "I guess I was just a little surprised to hear you talking about them already."
"Oh, I don't think they're in the picture anytime real soon, but in a couple years for sure."
They continued walking in silence for a bit.
"Driving," Janey mused.
"What's that?" Katia asked.
"I don't think I can drive anymore. Hell, I wonder if I can even get into my car as a passenger."
"I'll drive, don't worry. And we'll figure out a way to get you around." Janey stopped and turned to face her.
"I love you, you know," she smiled.
"I love you more," Katia teased.
"Only 'cause there's more to love," Janey teased back, wiggling her engorged frame. The motion and ensuing chaos almost toppled her. Katia quickly caught her and drew her into a warm embrace.
On the day of departure, the two girls entered the resort gift shop. It was clear that Janey was going to have to buy at least a couple shirts to cover up with until they returned to the US. After an hour of searching and with the aid of the sales girl, the best they could find were a pair of XXXL T shirts which bore the logo "Sun Your Buns". They were the only shirts available that would cover her nipples. Even as large as they were they still exposed the bottom slopes of Janey's boobs and Janey found herself constantly pulling at the hem trying to get more coverage.
On the trip home they took all of their meals in their cabin. Janey remained completely nude whenever she could; putting any clothes on was difficult and unnecessary since she wasn't going to leave the cabin until they got to port. Katia was in heaven and rarely left the cabin herself. Instead the two stayed in and played for a full week. They experimented with vegetables, anal sex, oral sex and dress up among other things.
Janey discovered that she could only just barely fit into the cabin shower. Once she did get inside and turned the water on, she discovered that she was so packed in the stall that she had created a seal and water began gathering in her cleavage. Katia evantually had to go out and get a plastic pipe to put in her cleavage for a drain.
Once back in port, Katia helped Janey put on one of the flattering T shirts again.
"Didn't this fit before?" Katia asked as she pulled the shirt down for her lover.
"Yea. What? Doesn't it now?"
"No. I can't get it to cover all of your aureola."
"You're kidding!" Janey exclaimed as she tried to lean forward as see but was unable. Looking in the mirror she could see her aureola peaking out. Experimentally she took a deep breath and out popped her nipples.
"Oh shit! I've grown LARGER!? How could that be?" Curious and a little anxious she tore the T shirt off and looked at her naked frame in the mirror. Sure enough, the two could see that bottoms of her enormous boobs reach past her crotch. Her navel was now completely covered.
"What's happening?!" Janey cried, afraid she was going to get too large to walk.
"There must be trace amounts of salt in the water, that's all I can think of," Katia offered.
"Oh shit! That's not it!" Janey realized. "Dr. Frisk said that the virus will keep me at a certain firmness. I'm so huge that I'm stretching like crazy, and I can't imagine it helped having you sleeping on top of my boobs this week."
"Oh Janey, I'm sorry."
"That's alright, I enjoyed it too," Janey assured her, "but I've got to get back to see Dr. Frisk and get the anti-virus."
The girls stole a sheet for Janey to wrap up in and they left a twenty dollar bill with a note explaining it's absence to the maid. Then they waited until the last passengers left before leaving the ship and finding a cab. In Miami they managed to find a maternity store that stocked extra-large sizes and finally Janey got covered. Even in an enormous jumper she looked like she was ten months pregnant with triplets, but at least she was decent.
Their original flight had already left when they reached the airport, but they managed to find a red-eye with a one hour lay over at O'Hare. Janey had to buy two seats in order to fit, and even then she was forced to sit sideways. Once they reached Chicago, they made straight for one of the bars.
"How are you doing?" Katia asked, not just a little bit concerned.
"Good enough," Janey smiled, "But I can feel my pubic hair on the back of my boobs, even when I'm standing straight up. And this dress is getting a little tight."
"Well, we'll be home soon. I've called Dr. Frisk and he'll be waiting at the airport with the anti-virus."
"Great," Janey sighed as she finished her beer and climbed to her feet, "let's go, shall we?"
On the final leg Katia fell soundly asleep. Janey tried to join her, but she only slid in and out. Even turned across the seats she was having difficulty getting comfortable. Eventually she just gave up and started reading on of the in-flight catalogs. She was still hazy when the stewardess approach and handed her a bag of peanuts.
"Anything to drink?"
"Um, yeah," Janey began as she fumbled for her purse, "I'd like a beer please."
"Oh, okay," the stewardess replied, a little concerned by a pregnant woman drinking, "that'll be four dollars."
"Thanks," Janey offered as she took the beer.
Dr. Frisk checked his watch as the plane rolled toward the gate. It was four in the morning.
I didn't think they even had flights this late, he mused. The airport was almost completely deserted, save for a few support personnel and a half dozen people at the gate waiting for relatives.
As the door to the gate opened the doctor heard a small commotion coming from the plane and getting louder as it came up the ramp. Looking through the door he discovered what it was. He recognised the face of Janey King, but the body she seemed attached to didn't even seem to be human. And she didn't so much seem to be attached to it as she was wrestling with it.
"DOCTOR!" Janey cried as she spied him, "Get the anti-virus!"
Quickly he dropped his bag to the ground and opened it up. With a fluid action that only comes from years in the medical profession, he removed a syringe and the anti-virus, drew the necessary dosage, returned the anti-virus to the bag, grabbed an alcohol swab and stood up. What he saw next nearly made him drop the syringe.
Janey stepped out of the doorway, assisted by Katia and one of the stewardesses. She was wearing what appeared to be a maternity dress that was stretched to the seams, filled by a large bulge that seemed most prominent near her knees.
"My god... what happened?"
"I ate the peanuts," Janey explained, "I just totally blanked out and ate 'em. I didn't even think about it until I started growing again. Just give me the injection, okay?"
"Oh! Yeah, right," Ira stuttered as she approached her. In moments the injection was delivered. Once done, the doctor stepped back and looked at his handiwork. He could only guess-timate given that she was clothed, but her boobs appeared to end somewhere just beneath her knees, but they completely filled the dress from that point up and for a ways down. Just then Katia brought him out of his reverie.
"Is that it? Do you need to do anything else?"
"Hmm? Oh, no. Um, I guess we should make an appointment now to talk about a reduction."
Katia looked at Janey questioningly. Janey just smiled and shook her head.
"That's okay, doc. I may change my mind later, but for now I think I'm okay."
"What?! Are you sure?! I mean, my god, you're... you're just so..."
"Huge?" Janey smiled, "Yea, I know. But I think I like it. I'll call you later....maybe. C'mon Katia."
Janey slowly started shuffling forward, impeded more by the dress than anything. Katia offered her her arm, but she declined.
Later that night after Katia had fallen asleep, Janey climbed out of bed and carefully walked down the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, she turned the lights on and turned to face the mirror.
"Wow..." was all she could manage. Once free of the dress, her boobs perked up and it was revealed that they did not, in fact, hang lower than her knees. They hung just to them. Her crotch was no longer visible from the front as she stood, hidden at least an inch above where her cleavage ended. As she stood, she could just make out the top swells of her hips edging past the upper slopes of her boobs. Even as firm as they were, they still held a tear drop shape that narrowed as they rose to her torso. But they now swelled nearly a foot past the outside of her thighs and projected before her an astounding four feet. Capping the swells were serving-platter-sized aureola that had somehow maintained their dusky hue. And she noticed that she finally had stretch marks, light and barely visible, but definitely there. They were easily lost amid the network of blue veins she now sported. Reaching forward she found that she could only just barely reach her nipples which hadn't grown at all.
"Well, at least I can still nurse," she reasoned. With a contented sigh, she turned off the light and slipped back into bed.