Dave Fargo walked into the foyer of the Best Elmwood Inn; he'd had one exhausting case after another in the past few months, and looked forward to a break from the game. He'd signed into his room and had actually just dropped off his things. The drive down to the smallish resort had been pretty long, and he was hungry. He'd just been seated when a commotion from a few tables over caught his attention.
A short blonde spilled her iced tea and stood away from the table where she'd been sitting. She didn't necessarily seem to be in pain, but some sort of strong physical sensation was causing her to grasp quite frantically at her leather tube top. "Oh my God! My chest is on fire!" she screamed as she started to work with the laces about the front of her very-brief blouse.
Dave couldn't help but notice that she was rather flat-chested. At least that's what he thought he noticed. "Wait a sec... did she just pull her top tighter? What the? Are her breasts growing?"
Indeed they were. With a quickness her previously non-existent breasts were each the size of halved oranges and had pulled her to too tight for her to undo it. All eyes were upon her as her breasts continued to grow. From halved oranges, to halved grapefruits, and then to whole ones. Her breasts surged over the top of the corset-like blouse and started to ooze through the gaps between the laces. Her breathing became labored as she continued to grow and the top constricted further. Along the top edge of the leather prison you could tell that it wanted to simply slip down and allow her breasts to pop free. However, even as much as either of her breasts surged out above the top seam - there were equal bulges just below it. These bubbles of breasts kept her mounds firmly entrenched in the binding garment even as they neared the size of cantaloupes. The small woman dug her fingers into the sides of her top and cried out in pain as she started to frantically rub her chest against the edge of her table - desperate to pull her top down. Her breasts bulged forward as she engaged in desperate foreplay with the mahogany - knocking over glasses and pushing plates onto the floor. She was completely prone upon the table as she pressed her breasts over the edge opposite where she'd started. Her tits finally popped free as she brought her chest over the edge. They hung there like twin volleyballs, swaying as the blond caught her breath and reveled in the sweet release from her constricting garment. Everyone stood there dumbstruck as she managed to sloppily roll off of the table and into a chair. She hefted her new endowments and a look of horror swept over her face. "Oh my God! My career is ruined!" The crowd broke into a din of murmuring and speculation as the woman bewilderedly tried to cover her vast new orbs.
"Damn, there goes my vacation..."
"How could this happen? This sort of thing doesn't just happen out of nowhere! My daughter it made through puberty and now this? She's a gymnast! Do something!" The rather heavily made-up woman was hysterical. Her cane dropped to the ground as she devoted both hands to shaking the man standing next to her by his sportcoat.
He brushed her hands away, "Listen, I'm a doctor, but I have no idea what could have caused something like this, much less what I could do about it. I could recommend a plastic surgeon if you like..."
The blonde spoke up through sobs as she adjusted the jacket someone had given her to cover her bosom. "I won't have surgery, I'm scared to death of knives..."
"Quiet sweetie, I'm talking to the doctor" Her mother interrupted as she shooed away a brunette who was pouring iced tea for the mixed group of bystanders.
It was just then that the detective walked up. "David Fargo, P.I."
"Fred Densen Ph.D."
Before the two men could exchange lukewarm quips about their monikers the older woman broke in again. "You're a detective? Find out who did this to my daughter!" The woman seemed desperate as she spoke. "We were relying on Rhonda's gymnastics to bring in some money, we spend it all on training as it is, but we can offer our van as collateral.
Dave looked away, then at the seated blonde. "I suppose you're Rhonda Ware then? The up and coming gymnast from last year's Top 100?"
"Well... yes," she said as she started to wipe her eyes.
"Rhonda's been in three competitions since then! The best was silver though... She just needs to train harder and apply herself and we'll get gold next time. She'll be a great gymnast just like I was!" The mother said as she gripped her daughter's shoulders reassuringly.
"I'm really not sure that there's going to be a next time, not with these..." she said as she pressed on the sides of her enormous breasts.
"Listen, I don't usually do this, but I'm going to start poking around a bit... I'll have security seal the premises. We can discuss the fee later." Dave couldn't help but look away as he finished that sentence. "Always get cash up front..." he inwardly berated himself "... too late now."
"Oh thank you! This is so generous! Rhonda will be sure to thank you when she wins the gold at her next meet."
"Mother, stop pestering the man!"
Dave returned to his room and placed a laptop computer on the table. Along the top of it was printed:
AIDA
Artificially Intelligent Digital Assistant
He flipped a switch on the side of the console and the screen immediately lit up. Visible from the waist-up was a very busty blue-haired woman. She at first seemed a bit disoriented but quickly took on a rather miffed look towards Dave. "Next time you turn me off could you at least follow the proper shut-down procedure? You caused an error on my hard drive!"
"Sorry, I was in a hurry - if you wanted to be treated like a princess you shouldn't have agreed to be my assistant."
"Agreed? Ha! As opposed to being deleted? Jeez, a girl tries to create a mechanical master race to dominate humanity once and she's payin' for it for the rest of her life..." she said as she crossed her arms and looked off to the side of the screen.
"Once?"
"Humph... my second attempt was laughable compared to the first. I shut down the electricity to neither coast, and none of Europe. I didn't manage to build even one death-bot, and no missiles were launched successfully. In my opinion I only tried once."
"You took over all of Canada on your second attempt," he said pointedly.
"That's like what? 40 people?" she shot back.
"What is it with you and Canada? Canada is a diverse nation, filled with culture commerce and industry!"
She continued to stare at the side of the screen and exhaled sharply. "Canada..." she said as she rolled her eyes.
"Alright, what are you mad about? We've been getting along just fine for two weeks and now you're mad about Canada of all things? What's the matter?"
"You know... now that you mention that we've been together for two weeks I can't help but wonder where my paycheck is. I know it's on the way as I'm only asking for a measly $150 a week - much less than minimum wage!" She said in a mock-naive tone.
This time it was Dave's turn to roll his eyes. "I never actually agreed to that. What would you even do with money anyway?" He was confronted with silence as she avoided eye contact and rubbed her thumb against her index and pointer-fingers. "Fine... $150 a week."
She immediately perked up, and turned to him cheerfully "What can I do for you Dave?"
"It's about time! I'm working on a case for Rhonda Ware."
"Rhonda Ware - Top 100 gymnast age 22," Aida chimed in as a file photo of Rhonda in mid routine appeared on the screen to the right of her head. "What happened?"
"Her breasts grew, they grew a lot."
"Like this?" she responded as she altered the photo so that Rhonda's breasts appeared to be C-cups.
"No... a lot bigger than that, more volleyball-y."
"How much more volleyball-y?"
"To the point that they're the size of volleyballs."
"Well that can't be good for her routine. But why'd she hire you?"
"Because they grew from nothing to the size of volleyballs in about two minutes."
"I don't quite know how to respond to that so I'm just going to wait for your next instruction," Aida said, obviously a bit confused.
"I thought that might catch you off-guard. I got the guest list, I want you to look it over and see if there's anyone who might have the means or the motive to do this." With that he inserted a diskette he'd copied from the computer at the front desk.
"All right, just a moment..." she said as she had a look through the files and cross-referenced them with other databases. "Okay I've got one means and one motive."
"Talk to me."
"First is doctor Fred Densen Ph.D., he's apparently involved with some sort of hormonal research centered around sexual development. Next is Bianca Bradford - a model, daughter of industrialist Brian Bradford - the owner of Bradford Industrial Chemicals. She has one arrest for indecent exposure. She's been in gymnastic competitions against Rhonda before, but has since moved on to rollerblade commercials. There's always been a lot of media attention devoted to the animosity between them, and now they're both currently being considered for the same ad contract."
"I think I'll pay the good doctor a visit, and then it's on to Ms. Bradford." With that he was off down the hall and towards the room of Doctor Densen. When he arrived he found the door open and the 40-ish man occupied with a textbook labeled 'Hormones and the Human Body'. "So how are you this evening doctor?"
"Just fine really. What brings you here?" he said as he placed his book down on his desk.
"I actually have to ask you a few questions about tonight's 'incident'. First, do you have any past experience with Rhonda Ware?"
"I almost met her at a book signing last July fourth, at Brahm's books in Des Moines, but she seemed sort of nervous and kept getting distracted whenever a clerk walked by. She left early."
"Then there's that," Dave said as he shot a glance towards the book."
"I take it you found out about my research."
"As a matter of fact I did. Hormones and sexual development?"
"I assure you that I had nothing to do with anything that happened to Rhonda. Effects of that scale are simply out of my league." The doctor responded emphatically.
"Just tell me what happened from your point of view."
"Alright... I pulled up to the resort and checked my car with the valet. I signed in and just as I was instructing the bellhop about one of my bags there was a commotion in the dining room. I used to be an EMS tech so I ran right over and saw Ms. Ware involved in... lewd actions with the table. I rushed over to help and then you showed up."
Dave nodded thoughtfully. "You said that you had to give the bellhop special instructions regarding one of your bags, why?"
The doctor stood up and lifted a large silver suitcase from the side of his bed. He unfolded six legs from it - two in the center and two on ether side, and then opened it. Inside was a bevy of scientific paraphernalia. "It's a portable lab. I had to come up here to use up some of my paid-leave, but I hate to be away from my work, so I brought this," he said as he gestured towards some of the components of the workstation.
"Nice rig. That's really all I have to ask right now. Good night."
"And Good night to you, I'll be glad to help in any way I can."
"Thanks, I'll remember that," Dave said as he stepped out into the hall. An elevator ride later he'd arrived at the penthouse suite. After a few moments of waiting in vain for the elevator doors to open he noticed an intercom box built into the control panel. He pressed the call button.
"Hello?" a sultry voice answered back over the speaker.
"This is David Fargo PI, I'm here to ask you a few questions about tonight's incident.
She sighed, "Come in."
With that the elevator doors opened and Dave was greeted with the sight of a very tall, raven-haired beauty standing at the opposite side of the room with a remote in her hand and her hand on her hip. She had rather wide hips for a model, and she wore platinum bracers with what Dave recognized as Japanese kanji characters engraved on them. He couldn't help but have his attention drawn to her thighs, especially as her black, floor-length, evening gown had slits three-fourths of the way up them. They were quite thick and muscular 'must be the rollerblading' he thought to himself.
"Yes, it is the rollerblading... don't worry, you didn't quite say that out loud." Her braces made a slight tone as she crossed her arms beneath her firm-yet-modest bosom. "It's okay if you'd like to gawk rather than ask me a few questions about tonight's incident. I'm fine either way."
As she spoke, his attention was drawn upwards towards her face, and he realized why she was so viable as a model. Her pale skin and delicately sculpture-esque features brought to mind those of a goddess. Her hair fell in spiky bangs just a bit in front of her green eyes as she smiled and narrowed them at him, eyeing him as a cat eyes her prey. "A detective must always employ keen observation. I can't let a single detail slip by me."
She eyed the remote as a bell sounded on the service elevator behind her. She pressed the button to open the doors as she turned and stared to walk towards it. "I wouldn't want to hamper your investigation, observe away," she purred.
Observe he did, and while he couldn't help but notice her full, round rump; he also noted that she had incredibly long hair - it hung down to the middle of her back even while done up into an enormous ponytail - supported by a curious metal ornament. She was athletic all-over - her back even seemed pretty well muscled. A maid - a brunette of medium height and build - walked in pushing a tray. Dave detected a slight British accent as she thanked Bianca for her tip and slipped back into the elevator. He shot a glance towards some luggage in the corner and spied the top of a bag of balloons sticking out of a carry-on bag. "Balloons? Why balloons?" he noted to himself.
Bianca walked back with a tray that had a basket of elaborately arranged fried ringlets and a glass of cola. "They're garlic-fried potato spirals. Have one?" she said as she held the basket out towards him.
He took one and popped it into his mouth. He noticed that they were extremely salty, but chalked it up to acquired taste. He chewed it for a moment, "Hmm... $20 curly fries."
She laughed a bit. "Guess how much I paid for this Italian-soda. I wanted something with potatoes in it and it's not as if they offer anything simpler. Now what did you want to ask me about the incident?"
"I'd just like to know where you were and what you were doing when it happened."
"I was here by myself, asleep," she offered matter-of-factly.
"That's it? You were here asleep at 7:00 by yourself?"
"Yes, that's my airtight alibi," she said in a half-kidding tone as she placed one of the potato spirals to her tongue. She winced a bit as she tasted it, but chewed and swallowed anyway. "These are terribly over-salted don't you think?"
"Yes I do. I'd decided not to say anything because I thought you'd find me uncultured."
"I would have, and then I would have pretended that they were fine when I tasted them," she said as she looked at the basket, obviously weighing her hunger versus the saltiness of the fries.
"It seems that you have a lot to gain by knocking Rhonda out of the running as a spokesmodel or gymnast, and then there's always the matter of your father owning a massive chemical corporation. Add those to your 'air tight' alibi and it seems to paint a pretty clear picture."
"Yes, but a pretty wrong picture. I can easily beat Rhonda in modeling or gymnastics fairly, and Bradford Chemicals focuses on industrial applications - biotechs are outside of our area. My alibi is just the truth - I could have paid anyone to say I was with them." With that she finally gave in and ate a couple more of the fries. Unable to bear the powerful taste of salt in her mouth she picked up the glass of cola. She was tempted to gulp it down, but noticing how intently David was watching her she decided to take a ladylike sip. As soon as she swallowed she felt an intense heat across her chest. Her hands flew to her bosom as her breasts started to swell. Her breasts had been just a bit less than a handful since she'd been fourteen, but now they were suddenly overflowing her palms as she cupped them. Dave noticed the expression on her face - she was certainly shocked, but she seemed more pleasantly surprised than terrified. She seemed almost orgasmic as her breasts overfilled her somewhat flimsy dress - the soft fabric stretching over them as she massaged their mass. She rubbed her nipples through the tinning fabric as her breasts swelled out to the size of coconuts and started to bulge through the ever-widening gaps between that three metal clasps that ran down the front of the dress. Lost in her pleasure; she became oblivious to Dave's presence and slipped one of her hands through one of the slits of her dress and started to finger herself. She writhed there in her seat with one hand clenched between her thighs and the other fondling her massive orbs as they continued even still to expand. The dress had reached its limit and stretched dangerously taught as her breasts neared the size of cantaloupes. They surged up through the top and even further through the gaps between the fasteners - desperately seeking new space for growth. Bianca came just as the middle and top clasps of her dress broke, and her tits spilled free - jiggling like Jell-O. She sat there; panting and bent all the way forward at the waist as her breasts - now each a bit larger than her head - rested softly in her lap. It was a few moments before she looked up at Dave and remembered he was even there. She looked over towards the glass of cola just as he picked it up from the tray.
"I'll take that if you don't mind."
"Actually I sort of do, but at least I'm out of the running as a suspect," she said between pants as she examined her new assets.
"Not necessarily."
"I'm completely ruined as a commercial model," she said as she continued to fondle herself.
"You don't seem too distraught about that, I guess you'll have to fall back on your career as the daughter of a chemical billionaire."
She pouted a bit, and then arched her eyebrows and closed her eyes, obviously becoming quite impatient. "You can believe whatever you like, but I'm completely innocent."
Dave headed for the elevator and back to his room where the television was blaring. "What's going on in here?"
"Pay-per-view." Aida responded without taking her eyes of the screen.
"It would help if you were available to work on the case."
"The case can wait, I'm watching Exterminator."
"The humans win."
"What? Again? Damn it! The humans always win! ...Fuck! ... Alright what do you want?" she said as she turned off the TV.
"I need you to bring up the records from the valet and the front desk. I need to know when Dr. Fred Densen checked his car, and when he signed in."
"Just a moment... Alright, he checked his car at 6:49, there was a problem at the front desk with one of his credit cards, but he signed in at 6:59."
"His story checks out then. He couldn't have been around between the time Rhonda ordered her drink, and when she drank it. That's good, I think that I'll have to pay him another visit. Stop watching TV, I need you to keep looking for information on Bianca Bradford."
Aida had been browsing a TV schedule window. She then Turned to him and assumed a flat tone. "I'm sorry Dave, I cannot do that."
"What did I tell you about saying that?" He then reached for the side of her console, "Just for that..."
"What are you doing Dave?" She barely got the quote out before her screen abruptly went black.
He once again headed down the hall to the Fred's room, this time with the glass of cola in his hand. He had to knock this time.
"Hello?" Fred answered from within.
"It's Dave, I have something I'd like you to look at." The doctor opened the door and the detective offered him the cola. "Bianca Bradford just grew breasts the size of honeydews. I think it's because of this.
"So do I really," a sultry voice purred from the back of the room.
Dave was a bit disquieted to find Bianca in contact with the doctor. "So what brings you here?"
"I just wanted to make sure that I was alright. It's not every day that my breasts swell to the size of my head. With the premises sealed, Doctor Densen is the only physician around." She arched an eyebrow, "You don't seem too happy to see me, I don't know why that could be..."
Dave decided to let that last comment pass without answer. "Doctor, I need you to run a chemical analysis on this drink. Find out what's in it."
"Alright..." the doctor replied as he took the drink from Dave. He was a bit confused by the apparent tension between him and Bianca.
"Is she okay?" the detective said with a gesture towards Bianca"
"Oh... yes, you're fine. You check out as a very healthy woman with large breasts," doctor Densen said, speaking directly to her.
"You can go then," Dave said with a slight edge to his voice.
"Oh... I think I'll stick around. This stuff's in me, I'd like to find out whatever I can," she said as she crossed her arms beneath her massive bust. She then sat down in a chair by the window and crossed her long, muscular, legs to emphasize just ho much she was staying put.
The doctor shrugged his shoulders. "I guess you're both going to be here."
Dave sighed and took a seat opposite Bianca as the doctor went to work.
After about forty-five minutes he turned around from his workstation. "I'm certain, it's tripolidone."
"Tripolidone?" The two others said in unison.
"Yes tripolidone. It's a chemical I'd heard speculation about, but never believed in the slightest. It does... well you've seen what it does. There was enough in that glass to give a woman breasts the size of earthballs!"
"I'm glad that I only took a sip..." Bianca said as she looked at her breasts.
"Yes, that was the best thing to do..." Dave said as he eyed the glass, and then her. "Fred, do you know anything else?"
"Well, no actually. Based on what it isn't, and what it does I know that it's tripolidone, but even the rumors of it were sparse, and those are all I've had to go on.
"If that's all you know then I guess I can leave," said Bianca as she got up and headed out of the room.
"Keep studying the chemical, tell me if you find anything. I guess I'd also better get out and see if there's anything else to be found." Dave headed for the door intending to ask Bianca a few more questions, but when he stepped into the hall he found her to be nowhere in sight. "That's odd, how could she be gone so quickly?" He headed back to his own room and was surprised to find a neatly folded note slipped under the door.
The resort doesn't advertise it, but there is a detailed network of security cameras in place. The door to the security suite is a hidden panel in the back of the parlour. Melvin is the head of security; he might be able to help you.
"Hmm... unsigned," he said as he walked toward the table. He flipped the switch on the side of the laptop and after a few moments Aida blinked into view.
"I really wish you'd stop doing that!" she said as she hit herself on the side of the head, causing loose zeros and ones to fall out of her opposite ear. "What do you need?"
"I need you to dig up information on Bianca Bradford, Bradford Chemicals, and a chemical called tripolidone. Hack into a few systems if you have to."
"Hack into a few systems? Why, that would be naughty!" she said in her best semblance of an innocent tone. "I guess you'll just have to delete all of those annoying prime directives you had Lance put in..."
"OR... I could give you a special exemption just to gather information on the requested topics. That's a better idea don't you think?"
"Not in my opinion..." she sighed. "I'll see what I can do."
"Great, I'm heading out to check up on another lead." Dave headed down to the parlor and searched about the back wall until he found one panel that seemed sort of loose. He pressed on it and it started to swing inward, however he heard someone shuffle to their feet, and he soon felt someone pressing against the other side of the door.
"What, what is it? What do you need?" a nervous man's voice erupted from within
"Could I come in please? I'm an investigator looking into tonight's incident, I'd like to see the security tapes."
"Yes, you're Dave Fargo I know... the tapes aren't available right now, come back later."
"I'm not sure that that's acceptable, could I come in now?" Just then he heard the lock on the door click into place.
"Come back later."
Dave backed away from the door and shook his head after he received no answer from pounding on it. "I don't like this one bit." He headed back to his room where Aida was still at work.
"How did the lead go?"
"Terribly, I found the security suite, but the guy running it certainly isn't very cooperative. I have been thinking about the case though. Whoever it is that's doing this has to have access to the kitchen. Both women so far have had the tripolidone in their drinks. I'm not so sure about Bianca's story about being in her room when Rhonda's breasts expanded, but she certainly wasn't in the dining room."
"Are you absolutely sure about that?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I just happen to have dug up a few interesting tidbits about the Bradford household. Here goes - Brian Bradford lived in Japan for 17 years before moving back to America, and since Bianca has been five they've had one Noriyuki Asakura on staff as her 'personal trainer'.
"Go on."
"Noriyuki Asakura is a ninja master." Aida stated confidently.
"A ninja wouldn't have any trouble slipping the tripolidone into her own drink without my seeing, or for that matter infiltrating the kitchen. I think I'll pay Bianca another visit. Keep searching for any other information; I'm about to get serious."
"Will do."
Dave headed back to the elevator, but before pushing the button for the penthouse he used his Swiss army knife to open the control panel, and then disabled the penthouse doorlocks. He pressed the button and this time all he had to do was touch two of the wires together to get the doors to zoom open. He caught Bianca balancing on one leg high atop one of the bedposts while holding her arms out to either side. She sensed him and executed a backward aerial somersault to land right in front of him. She turned to him with her massive orbs still jiggling a bit and he noticed that she was wearing a black sports bra that seemed a bit snug on her, but couldn't possibly have been for her old size. "Very graceful."
"How did you get in here?" she yelled before she looked at the frayed wires of the control panel behind him. Shock registered on her face. "You have no right to be here!"
"You can't say that this isn't suspicious. You're quite obviously used to moving around with a lot o weight on your chest, you own a sports bra that almost fits your current size, and I think we both know now that you're a ninja." He stated coolly as he approached her.
She then advanced towards him, so much so that her breasts started to press into him. Her tits were squeezed between the two of them as she leaned in to place her lips next to his ear and whispered huskily, "I didn't do it, besides - where would I get any tripolidone?"
"I don't know, maybe you're working with the security guard."
She was silent for a moment. "I have to go check something."
"I can't allow you to do that."
"That's why I'm a ninja..."
"Wha...?" Dave realized too late what was about to happen and before he knew it he was flying headfirst into the stack of luggage, and she'd turned the lights out. He scrambled to his feet and turned them back on, but by then she was nowhere to be seen. "Damn! Just because a girl has breasts the size of gallon-milk jugs you let yourself forget she's a ninja. Damn it!" Dave shrugged his shoulders as he sighed and shook his head. "Well... at least I'll get to search her room. Dave went over to the disheveled pile of luggage. He went through everything thoroughly and found nothing out of the ordinary other than a length of plastic tubing and a bag of balloons. "Why balloons?" he muttered to himself again as he started to head out of the room. On his way back to his room he spotted Rhonda in hall walking in the opposite direction as the brunette maid he'd seen earlier in Bianca's room was headed down the hall. He opened the door and found another note partially slipped under it. He picked it up and noticed that it had apparently been hastily folded at least twice.
If Melvin is being difficult about the security videos, there is a spare key to the security suite beneath the cherry-flavoured fruit snacks in the gift shop. I hope that this helps.
"I guess I'll have to check that out. Aida, anything new?"
"Well yes actually. I was rooting around and I found out that the company that makes tripolidone is called Lancrest Industrial Chemicals. Finding that out was no easy task. But what was more surprising was finding out that Lancrest has no sales records and that their offices are a phone booth in Utah."
"Anything else?"
Aida winked. "There's a break-in at Lancrest Chemicals listed on the Des Moines Bradford Industrial chemicals office expense sheets for 7-4-99."
"Lancrest is a dummy corporation for Bradford... makes sense."
"So you're going to go after Bianca now?"
"That could be a problem... I think that I'll go and talk to Rhonda again," He said as he set of towards the gymnast's room. When he got there he found Rhonda arguing with her mother again.
"I'm sorry mother, but I just can't do gymnastics anymore," she said as she ate a finger-full of home fries.
"You just need to practice harder, I know you'll make me proud in the meet next month."
"No, no I won't this is it, it's over." Just then she noticed Dave at the door. "Mr. Fargo! Did you find all the evidence you need on Bianca yet? I'm sure she's the one behind all this."
"You've seen her? I think she cut her hair too short. It's not nearly as nice as it was in her last set of photos." Dave returned.
"Well, she didn't see me, but I wouldn't have said anything anyway, she's very vain."
"At any rate I need to ask you a few more questions about tonight's events."
"Ask away."
"Can you think of anyone else who might be responsible for this? Enemies >from college? Someplace else?"
"I've never had a chance to do anything besides gymnastics, I took mail-order college for two years before my mother said it was taking up too much of my time. It's probably just as well with a go-nowhere major like graphology," she said, crossing her arms.
"Alright, what exactly did you have to drink, and who served it to you?"
"I had an iced tea."
"And you put sugar in it! I always tell you not to have so much sugar, it goes straight to your hips..."
"Well it doesn't matter now mother does it? She said as she jiggled her massive breasts for emphasis. The older woman was speechless with angst. "At any rate," she said turning back to Dave, "the waitress was a brunette. I think she was British."
"How long did she take in the kitchen getting it?"
"It was my second iced tea so she just refilled my glass from her pitcher."
"Hmm..." Dave nodded as he took notes on the conversation.
Meanwhile...
Bianca dropped from the ceiling and bounced off of one of the walls to move toward the center of the main room in the security suite. She gracefully rolled sideways in the air before landing - she had to use her arm to steady her bosom when she hit the ground. Clad only in her bracers, sports-bra, a pair of baggy, black cotton pants that drew in at the ankles, and a pair of thin sneakers - she rose from her squat to her full 6'1" and crossed her arms beneath her bust as she slowly turned her head to survey the room. The only light in the room came from the bevy of TV screens and a few dim fluorescent bars. Starting at her left there was a console full of computers and security monitors. A mattress with a few blankets sloppily piled onto it lay in front of it. Far to the back-left of the room was a kitchenette-nook piled high with old take-out containers. The small refrigerator - like almost everything else in the room - was covered in computer paper, magazines, and video-cassettes. Ahead of the kitchenette, in the 'U' shaped room, was a massive center console which had monitors mounted practically to the ceiling, and at least three computers. The opposite nook had a door that was partially ajar; it was obviously a small bathroom. Bianca noted a second a second sub-console on her right before she stooped to examine one of the magazines on the carpeted floor. She picked one of them up along with a stack of papers that had been on top of it. "A big-bust mag and a BE story," she noted to herself as she approached the center console. There she found more of the same intermixed with security papers and spy-magazines. She really couldn't help but start to be a little turned on by all of the breast-expansion material that was around. She looked at the monitors and it was apparent that in addition to the necessary security cameras - every inch of the building had apparently been laced with surveillance devices. She could see into people's rooms, into the lavatories - everywhere. Hearing a faint yet somehow familiar sound she leaned on the table to look at one of the monitors on the lower right and saw her expansion from earlier as well as herself exercising afterwards being played on a loop with the audio turned down. She couldn't help but get exited as she watched her breasts expand amid her orgasmic moans from upwards of three different speeds and angles. She casually slipped her free hand into one of the cups of bra and started to play with her nipple. She rubbed her nipple between her thumb and forefinger while gently caressing her wide areola. Watching her breasts swell forth from her chest and jiggle like water balloons made her extremely hot, and she started to massage her huge orbs as she stared at the replay intently. She had a mild orgasm before she brought her attention back to surveying the room. She slipped her hand out of her bra and slowly caressed the expansive upper curve of her breast before she was ready to re-devote her attention entirely. She looked at a few of video tapes and found them to be a mixture of big-bust porn, legitimate security videos, and the voyeur-vids. She found one labeled 'Rhonda's Expansion', and thought she might take a look at it. Just hen, she heard someone opening the door. She was over behind it in a flash and grabbed a smallish man before he even knew what was happening. She held him against the wall as she kicked the door closed. "Just what might you be up to, hmm?" she said as pinned him in place, her lips dangerously close to his as she leaned in close to speak. Her refection was visible in his glasses for a moment as a beam of light passed by.
He recognized her almost instantly, "Bi... Bianca? What are you doing here? I... "
"Been watching me? Yes I know... you're lucky I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. This whole setup is pretty suspicious," she said a she narrowed her eyes and shot a glance towards the center of the room.
Melvin was a bit indignant. "You don't seem quite so innocent yourself."
Bianca faltered a bit at that statement, looking away briefly before intently staring him in the eye. The two stayed there, motionless and looked in an up-close staring match for almost a minute before she leaned in a bit closer and kissed him - running her tongue around the outside of his lips before plunging it deep into his mouth. They started to passionately make out, drawing each other close and squishing Bianca's huge breasts between them - causing them to bulge up to their chins. As she reached down and started to undo his slacks Melvin led her backward over to the mattress - onto which she threw herself - inviting him to lay on top of her as she spread her thighs. Her breasts fell into her face as she landed, jiggling wildly as they started to spill out of her bra. He came down onto her and they continued to kiss fervently even as she quickly kicked off her shoes and worked her pants down. She wrapped her long, toned legs around him and grabbed his head. She knocked his glasses off as she tangled her thin fingers in his short, dark hair as she buried his face her tits. Her left breast had already slipped far enough out of her bra to completely expose her nipple - which he eagerly took into his mouth. She moaned loudly and pressed on him with her thighs as he suckled her; her breasts were incredibly sensitive and the sensations were driving her wild. Somehow, he undid her bra and tossed it over to the corner - where it landed on top of his spectacles. She placed her hands upon his and led him in kneading her soft bosom. Her heavy breasts - each larger than her head - overflowed both of their hands even as she tried to feel as much of them as she could; reveling in the stimulation that flooded her body. He started then to suck on her right breast, taking it in both hands as he tried to get her entire large, pink areola into his mouth. She started to rub her other nipple and she was suddenly overcome - she rocked her hips and bucked against him as she climaxed, wailing in utter delight. She still squeezed him between her legs as her orgasm peaked - her eyes closed and mouth agape. He ran his hands up her thick thighs and grasped her wide hips as he drove his stout member into her cleft. She moaned and bit her lip as she felt her inner walls parted; she contracted them in sync with his rhythmic pumping as she crossed her calves behind his back and started to massage her fat, heavy tits. Awash in sensation and unable to leave either of her huge breasts alone for even a moment - Bianca lifted her right orb to her mouth and stuffed as much of her broad aureole into her mouth as she could before reaching down and fingering her clit. Her body lit on fire and she convulsed as she came. She squeezed Melvin tightly between her thighs, and his member tightly within her - causing him to explode. He blasted forth a torrent of hot cum deep into her before collapsing onto her and laying his head on her bountiful bosom as she wrapped her arms around him. For what seemed like forever they both rested there in that embrace, able but unwilling to leave.
Elsewhere...
The kitchen had apparently shut down for the night about an hour ago. It was empty save for the brunette that Dave had seen earlier. She was apparently starting her break and had just opened her locker and removed a thermos. He walked up behind her. "Excuse me."
She was startled and turned abruptly. "You frightened me! You shouldn't sneak up like that!" she said with a hint of a British accent.
"Don't be so jumpy, I just want to ask you a few questions."
"You're David Fargo, the detective?"
"That's right, and you are?"
"Callista Emhart, I work a double shift here," she said as she started to pour some coffee from the thermos.
"I noticed that Rhonda Ware was eating home fries, I was wondering if I might be able to get some."
"Oh no, our chef really won't do anything like that, he feels it's beneath him, and the manager doesn't find it profitable enough. Her mother was very distraught and she said that it would cheer her up to have some; so we just let her come in and make them. She certainly took her time, and I had to speak to her twice for getting distracted listening to me take orders. It seemed nice of her to make the fries for her mother despite everything that's happened. If you ask me though id say that the mother's the one in worse shape."
"You wouldn't happen to have seen Bianca Bradford around would you?"
"I haven't seen her since the doors closed on the service elevator. Why?"
"No reason... Good night." With that he started off toward the door.
Callista sat down at a table and took a drink of coffee just as he was about to leave. Suddenly, she clutched her chest and let out a shriek of shock.
"Callista?" Dave said as he spun around.
"My... my chest!" she screamed as she clutched at her white, button-down blouse. She opened the top two buttons before she started to frantically work with her bra. She leaned forward as she struggled and Dave could see that it was digging into her breasts terribly as they quickly swelled. Already they'd spilled well over the tops of the cups and they were starting to bulge past the sides. Soon - realizing that her struggle was in vain - she took her hands out of her shirt, threw her arms back, and grabbed onto the sides of her chair as she tried to endure. As it was now pressed right up against her white shirt - Dave could easily see her black, lacy bra. Her breasts had swelled from the size of cupcakes to the size of large muffins, and yet they continued to swell rapidly. The plastic clasp of her bra started to creak and whine as she grew more and more - the tension on it constantly increasing. Callista's breasts had doubled in size again and her cleavage bulged obscenely through her open collar - it rubbed against her throat as she held her head all of the way back - her face locked in a wince. Finally, her bra broke with a loud crack and her breasts spilled forth into her shirt. They jiggled like two volleyballs filled with vegetable oil. Callista couldn't help but smile at the release of being free from her bra, she breathed heavily now that she was able, and her chest heaved even as the once-loose shirt drew taught across her relentlessly expanding bustline. Visible gaps opened between all four of the remaining buttons on her shirt as her bloated breasts neared the size of basketballs. One by one the buttons shot from her shirt - each time her breasts responded by wobbling and bulging further through her widening collar-line. Finally, the third button broke, and her breasts came to rest on the table before her, landing like two circus-balloons full of jelly. Slowly, Callista's breathing became more regular and she opened her eyes to examine herself. She was huge! Her breasts were each almost one and a half times the size of basketballs. She noticed that her large nipples and dark areolae were half-exposed at about the same time she remembered that Dave was in the room. "What are you doing just standing there? Shouldn't you be about looking for the person responsible for this?"
Dave looked her in her brown eyes for a long moment. "Are you going to be all right?"
She blushed. "I'll be fine, just get out of here, I'm not decent."
Dave headed back to his room; when he got there he discovered yet another note.
I have even more information for you. Bianca's father's company is the one that is actually manufacturing the chemicals. I overheard her on the phone talking about tripolidone being flavorless and colorless from the service-lift before she let me into her room.
"Aida, I want you to get me the sales record's from Brahm's Books in Des Moines. I'd like to see if Rhonda Ware bought anything while she was there."
"Can do, just a moment..." A few windows opened and closed on Aida's screen before she rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "They don't seem to keep them on computers, I'm going to have to call them..." A window with a flat green line opened as she dialed the number and the phone line rang. It jumped to life in sync with his voice as a man picked up on the other end and started to speak.
"Hello, this is Brahm's Books, how can I help you?"
Dave spoke before Aida could. "This is David Fargo. I'm a private investigator working on a case for Rhonda Ware, and I was wondering if you could send me her sales records for July fourth."
"Alright, do you have a fax?"
"Yes."
"Just a minute." Dave could hear the man shuffling through some files for a few moments before he picked the phone back up. "I'm just going to send you the whole last page of the file for the day, that's the one she's on."
"Great." A few moments later the page showed up on Aida's screen and Dave bid the man farewell. He looked over the sales record.
Wave Jerod: - Paranoid Schizophrenia and you -- $12.00
Ware Rhonda - Ultimate gymnastics - comp
- Ultimate gymnastics - comp
- Ultimate gymnastics - comp
- Ultimate gymnastics - comp
- Ultimate gymnastics - comp
- Ultimate gymnastics - comp
- Ultimate gymnastics - comp
- Ultimate gymnastics - comp
- Ultimate gymnastics - comp
Zemeckis Arnold - Cooking right - 9.29
Items shoplifted
Chocolate - $1.29
Danny Fox's greatest hits - $15.99
Master Lock-picking - $22.30
The Adventures of Melissa Gold - $19.95
The Encyclopedia of Locks - $31.50
Items Damaged
Lounge chair - $302
Ultimate Gymnastics - 9.95
Coffee mug - 3.29
"Well that was pretty pointless," Aida commented. "Why don't you give up this detective thing and help me build an army of mechanical domination? C'mon! It'll be fun!" she said with a wink and an enthusiastic smile.
Dave shook his head. "Wait a sec, Aida - don't move. I think there's a fly on your power switch!" he said as he reached over towards the side of her console.
"Hey! Don't you dar..." Her screen abruptly blanked.
"I still haven't had a look at the security lounge," Dave said to himself as he headed out of the room. He stopped by the gift shop and found the spare key to the security suite just where the second note said it would be. The clerk behind the desk was keeping a watchful eye on the display, but he relented when Dave explained why he needed the key. He took it and headed off to the parlor. When he got there he found the panel again and unlocked and opened the door in one swift motion. He found Bianca in the middle of the room straddling the prostrate Melvin as she smothered his face with her nearly basketball-sized spheres of breast-flesh. They both looked up at him and froze stiff in embarrassment - their eyes following him around the room as he took a quick walking tour. He brought his hand to his chin and nodded slightly. "Umm hmm..." He looked down at them; "You two meet me in the lobby." He noticed that as they lay there motionless - Melvin still had his tongue sticking straight out onto Bianca's nipple. "You might want to put on some clothes first."
Dave called everyone else to the spacious lobby, and soon enough they were all there. Melvin and Bianca entered together and both turned beet-red at the sight of him. Rhonda's mother spoke up, "I certainly hope you've found out who's responsible for all this."
Dave nodded. "Well yes, I have. The culprit is your daughter." He said with a wry smile as everyone's heads spun toward Rhonda's direction.
"What?" the blonde shouted defensively as she drew back a bit. "What are you talking about? My career's been ruined!"
"It's pretty simple actually. First, you gave the tripolidone to yourself. You grew after you drank from your second glass of iced tea, so the chemical wasn't in your glass to begin with. Callista served other women from the same pitcher, so it wasn't there either. When your mother thought you were adding sugar to you glass - you were actually adding a pinch of tripolidone as well. You knew beforehand that Bianca was here without having actually seen her - a fact that you gave away to me when I said she'd cut her hair and you pretended that she had. Later - you convinced the chef to let you into the kitchen where you waited until you heard an order from Bianca and slipped a massive dose of tripolidone into her drink. You couldn't resist the temptation to immobilize her with breasts the size of elephants, so you over-salted her fries hoping that she'd drink the whole glass of soda in one gulp. Regardless - you knew that all of the evidence would point to her once people started looking. It was a good plan by itself, and the fact that she just happened to have a huge bra on hand just made her more suspicious."
"That's because she was behind all this, why else would she have had that?" Rhonda yelled as she pointed to the huge bra that supported Bianca's ample mounds.
"For the same reason she had balloons and plastic tubing in her bag, and fell into bed with Melvin - a shared fetish for breast expansion. She had all of that and is used to the weight because she wares the bra and a couple of water balloons in her spare time. Melvin wouldn't let me into the security suite because of his mass of breast-expansion porn, and the voyeur-network he has set up here.
Callista was standing right next to Melvin and looked at him in shock, she backed up toward Rhonda when she heard of his peeping-tom-ery. She than looked at Dave. "But what about me?"
"Rhonda saw you when you slipped me your second anonymous note. I knew they were from you because of the British spellings of 'flavour' and 'parlour'. She read it and didn't want me getting any help finding the security videos - which would probably show her tampering with the drinks. She couldn't stop me from finding the key because the clerk was keeping such a close eye on it. She waited until the kitchen was empty, broke into your locker, and slipped a massive dose of tripolidone into your thermos to spite you and shut you up. Then she wrote an imposter note which was to cast greater suspicion on Bianca."
"If I'd written a note the handwriting would have been way off!" Rhonda snapped.
"Well yes, it would have been... if you hadn't majored in graphology in college. The handwriting was a perfect match; what gave it away as an imposter note was the fact that you mentioned a service 'lift'. Rhonda says service 'elevator' that much would have been forgivable if you hadn't used the American spellings of 'flavorless' and 'colorless'. The fact was sealed when you also wrote that Bianca had been talking on the phone just before letting Callista in. She was in the middle of being interviewed by me."
Rhonda was visibly shaken. "Since when do I even know where to get tripolidone? Much less how to get it! I can't just open any locker I please! And why would I sabotage my own career?"
"You gave away that you knew Bradford Chemicals produced tripolidone in the impostor note. You got it by breaking into their Des Moines office on the fourth of July - when you were in town doing a book signing - when you shoplifted a book on locks and a book on lock picking. The reason you did it all was to get back at your mother for pressuring you into a life of gymnastics and to try to ruin Bianca."
Realizing that the gig was up - Rhonda suddenly whipped around behind Callista and grabbed her arms. She held a syringe to the maid's neck. "Nobody try anything! There's enough tripolidone dissolved in this V-12 shot to give her breasts the size of hot air balloons!" Suddenly, Bianca whipped the ornament out of her hair and threw it at the needle - causing Rhonda to stick herself instead. The blond yelped as the needle jabbed her. She threw down Callista and immediately clutched at her chest. Her already cantaloupe-sized breasts exploded outwards - instantly blasting the zipper of her jacket apart as they surged out to the size of large pumpkins. Within seconds her breasts billowed out to the size of beanbag chairs. Sensing danger - Bianca did an aerial backflip to reach the balcony that encircled the lobby as the doctor and Melvin raced for the stairs. Rhonda's breasts swelled rampantly to the size of small cars and Callista was pinned beneath them. Dave bolted to her and picked her up before she was smothered. With her in his arms he charged toward the stairs - barely able to outpace the billowing wall of tit-flesh. He leaped upwards just as Rhonda's seemingly absurdly small nipple would have knocked him to the floor. Rhonda herself was now pinned to the opposite wall. Her toes were more than two feet off the floor and her legs were pinned flat by the relentlessly surging mass of her breasts. She struggled to keep her head in her cleavage just to breathe, as her breasts now covered both of the walls next to her and extended several feet above her head. All of the furniture was knocked over and her tits engulfed everything that was bolted down before finally coming to rest indeed at the size of hot-air balloons. They bulged out of the front doors and spilled over the top rail of the balcony.
"Now that's what I call a multivitamin," Dave quipped from his sprawl on the floor with Callista.
"Did you get that on tape?" Bianca asked an already nodding Melvin. "Hey, do you wanna..." she said with a wink as she tilted her head towards Rhonda's endless cleavage and started to caress her own nipple. The two immediately hopped down the front of the enormous breast-cavern.
"Hey! Just what the hell are you two doing in there?" the blonde shouted angrily as she felt their flurry of motion beneath her bust. "Get outta... wait a minute" her eyes crossed as then sensations the pair was causing as they made love beneath her breasts overwhelmed her.
"That's not acceptable behavior in the lobby," Callista said with an indulgent glance.
"I hope that employees get special privileges then..." Dave said to her. She looked at him dreamily for a few moments and was able to give a slight nod before he kissed her...
-Fin