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Chapter 1: Un-Scientific Method It was a dark and stormy night in Haverhill Massachusetts, and at Bradford College, two friends ere up on the roof of their dorm, braving the violent weather in defiance of all common sense. “Science isn’t about common sense!” Denise declared, exultant in spite of the pouring rain and flashing lightning. “Science is about defying the common perceptions and tearing down the barriers between the present and the future!” “Yeah, well, I see pneumonia in my future if we stay out in this storm much longer,” complained Clara. Lightning lit up the sky and thunder rolled loudly nearby, prompting Clara to duck and throw her hands over her head. Denise did not even flinch; she danced across the roof, darting from place to place in a manic rush to set up all her equipment. The short, curvaceous girl was always like this when she was working. Anyone looking at her for the first time would only see a pneumatic twenty-something with a pageboy haircut and thick glasses. The second she opened her mouth and that German accent started rolling out (it was actually Swiss) and she got going about quantum electrodynamics and hyperbolic topology though, it was obvious that little bombshell had the brain of a mad scientist. “Are you sure it’s safe to be up here? You know… surrounded by all this metal and wires and electronics and stuff?” Clara asked, gesturing around her at the small mound of electronic equipment she had hauled up from the dorm. Hastily taped protective trash bags fluttered frantically in the wind. Haphazard nests of coiled black cables wove around her ankles and tangled under her feet any time she took a step. “Of course it’s safe,” Denise smirked and pointed to several metal rods affixed to various points along the edge of the roof. “I’ve augmented the dorm’s lightning rods with a few of my own design. You don’t have to worry about a thing; they’ll dissipate the static charge in the air long before it gathers enough energy to form a lightning bolt.” Lightning flashed again, directly overhead this time, followed by a deafening “BOOM!” that set their ears ringing. Clara was not reassured. “I’m just not so sure about this,” she said, clutching her hood tightly around her face. The short, pink jacket with the fur trim she had worn up to the roof had served her well in springtime’s light drizzles, but in a storm like this, she might as well have worn a t-shirt. She envied Denise to death for her sturdy coat and galoshes, not to mention the curvaceous figure she concealed beneath; not even her conservative, drab trench coat could fully obscure the luscious, DD-cup melons Denise was sporting, nor her bubblicious butt for that matter. Ever since she had met Denise in one of her sophomore science classes, she had been obsessed ith the brainy, bodacious exchange student and followed her around like a puppy. She had even managed to get Denise to sign up with her as her roommate! Clara did not look too bad herself, but the tall, lanky redhead was more athletic than curvy. She might put on weight occasionally, but even the smallest amount of exercise and her body would snap back into the taut, ballerina-like slenderness that had followed her since high school. Her boobs had never gotten bigger than a B-cup, and that was the summer she had done literally nothing but pig out
on ice cream. “Clara, when you practically begged to help me with my senior thesis on applied Reichian theories of orgone energy; what did you think it would entail?” scoffed Denise, checking and rechecking the connections between the nests of cable and the tall, oblong cabinet she had set up in the center of the roof. To Clara, it looked a lot like an oversized coffin. Well, when you told me your thesis was on the sexual life force that permeated all living matter, guess I thought “helping” you would involve a lot more… sex! Clara thought, biting back the ords on her tongue. Instead she asked “Uhh, what do you need me to do next?” “I need you to take this,” instructed Denise, handing Clara a length of black cable as thick as her rist, “and hook it up to the Cloudbuster.” “The Cloud… the, uh… that… pipe-organ thing on the tripod, right?” asked Clara, hesitantly accepting the cable from Denise. She glanced sidelong at the strange looking collection of metal pipes and antennae that sat pointing up at the clouds like a raygun from a cheesy sci-fi movie. “The Cloudbuster, yes,” Denise answered, impatiently. “It’s the key to the whole experiment.” “I thought that closet thing that took a half hour to get up the stairs was the key to the whole experiment,” said Clara, looking over Denise’s shoulder at the wooden box. Denise gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her blue eyes. “They’re both crucial aspects of the experiment, okay? The Cloudbuster collects static electricity from the air and converts it into orgone energy, which travels through these cables into the orgone chamber…” she explained, tracing the path of the cable from the Cloudbuster to the cabinet, “where the chamber infuses the energy into my body. The two components work together.” “And that’s supposed to make your boobs bigger?” asked Clara, appreciating the exaggerated curvature of Denise’s breasts beneath her raincoat. “Boobs, butt, general sexiness, libido. Everything to do with sex,” Denise shrugged. “But yes, they ill get bigger. Orgone energy is the universal force behind orgasm, so naturally it accumulates most prominently in the erogenous zones.” “Naturally,” agreed Clara, not sounding all that convinced. “But why do you of all people need bigger boobs?” “Honestly Clara, where’s your spirit of innovation?” Denise chuckled derisively. “My current figure is the result of constant infusions from the small-scale orgone chamber had I built in freshman year, but it took years for me to get to this point. If my calculations are correct, this new chamber will be hundreds of times more effective! Harnessing the power of this storm, I could absorb as much orgone energy in an hour as I have over the past four years!” “And… you’re you sure your boobs have grown so much because of your machine?” Clara asked, hesitantly. “How else do you explain it? You can’t argue with results, Clara,” Denise puffed out her chest for emphasis. “How else do I explain it? Denise, your whole family is crazy stacked!” Clara snorted. “Your mom, your sisters, your aunt… Hell, your cousin Emelie has literally the largest boobs in Switzerland! There was even a documentary about her large breasts!” Denise’s confidence faltered a little, but she quickly squared off her shoulders and stood up
straight with renewed determination. “Perhaps my experiments have been so successful because my family has a higher than average capacity to absorb ambient orgone. We’ll know for sure one way or the other after tonight. Now, are you going to help me or not?” Denise demanded. “I’ll help,” said Clara, resignedly hoisting the heavy cable up over her shoulder. “Sorry.” “Good,” Denise’s demeanor immediately returning to business as usual now that the natural order of things had been restored. “Hook that cable up to the port on the Cloudbuster, I’ll make my final adjustments.”
The rain was beating down harder than ever as Clara dragged the cable across the roof to the Cloudbuster. Lightning flashed and another peal of thunder nearly deafened her as she plugged the cable into the device. Clara ducked instinctively and ran back across the roof to Denise, tripping over the cable as she ran. “Shit!” she cursed. “I could’ve broken my neck!” Clara hopped her foot free of the ensnaring cable and jogged back to Denise. “It’s hooked up,” she reported. “Excellent,” Denise clapped her hands together and rubbed them expectantly, “time to start, then. I’m entering the chamber. Log the time, please.” “Uhh… log it… right…” Clara patted the pockets of her pink jacket in a brief panic before retrieving a tiny notebook and pencil. The notebook’s pages were soaked. Clara’s pencil stabbed right through the paper on the first stroke. Denise gave Clara an exasperated glare before throwing her wrist up to her face and yanking back
her sleeve to check her watch. “It is… seven-thirty in the evening,” she barked. “Try to remember that while you go get a dry notebook. And hurry up!” Before Clara could apologize, Denise had stalked off to the orgone cabinet and closed hersel inside. Clara sniffed back the start of a few frustrated tears before turning and storming off in the other direction. “Fucking orgone energy bullshit,” she grumbled to herself. “This is the least sexy sex experiment I’ve ever been part of. And since when is she my boss? She’ll be lucky if I ever volunteer to help her ith anything again…” Clara paused at the door to the roof access and turned to shoot one last icy glare back at Denise in her stupid boob-enlarging cabinet. Her eyes went wide. “Shit,” she cursed. The Cloudbuster wasn’t plugged in! Her mind raced. She was sure she had plugged it in. What could’ve… When I tripped! Clara snapped her fingers. I must’ve accidentally unplugged it! She jogged across the roof to the Cloudbuster and picked up the cord, fumbling to stick it back in its socket at the bottom of the device. Just as she finally got the prongs the right way around, she stopped. Leaning up against the Cloudbuster, she pensively swung the cable back and forth in her hand. “She’d deserve it if I didn’t plug the Cloudbuster back in,” she smirked to herself. “Let her just sit there for a couple hours. As if her boobs need to be any bigger anyway. Does she know how many girls would kill to get their hands on a rack like—” Clara’s rant was interrupted by a sudden bright flash of white heat. Lightning struck the Cloudbuster, bouncing off in a green arc and hitting Clara square in the chest. Every nerve was set on fire and she was engulfed in a full body orgasm so intense and terrifying she wondered briefly if she had died. The sensation washed over her like a tidal wave. No, like a supernova; she could feel every hair, every cell in her body, and each one seemed to be having its own orgasm. The strength went out of her knees and she dropped to the ground. Every raindrop that struck her face was a serenade o pleasure, exploding in her brain like fireworks. The sensory overload left her twitching on the ground, unable to control the spasms of her pleasure- saturated muscles. Her erogenous zones seemed to expand until they engulfed her whole body. Pink, eraser-like nipples hardened and swelled until they were the side of dimes, their every quiver sending prickles of pleasure shooting deep into her chest. Down in her crotch, the heat was unbearable as her hypersensitive clit bulged hugely from behind her swollen labia, the throbbing, pinkie-width button deepening to a brooding purple as it engorged, exploding into a fireball of breath stopping, toe curling orgasm with every throb. Her body writhing uncontrollably, her orgasm persisted long after she’d lost consciousness.
Chapter 2: Stimulus Response “Ughhh…” Clara came to in a warm bed. Disoriented, she tried to sit up, but firm hands pressed her back down. “Shh, try not to move,” said Denise. “You’ll throw off my measurements.” “Your measure… what happened?” Clara asked, groggily. “The Cloudbuster was struck by lightning and you lost consciousness. You’re lucky to have survived. A lightning bolt contains more than five hundred megajoules of—” “Am I okay?” Clara interrupted, again trying to sit up. Her chest was heavy and something was tickling her boobs. Her vision was blurred. She could barely make out Denise’s face. “You’re fine, hold still,” said Denise, pushing her back down. “What are you doing?” asked Clara, getting irritated at all the prodding and pinching. But her irritation was quickly replaced by surprise when she realized that she was completely naked. “Measuring your bust,” Denise answered clinically before Clara could protest. “Your breasts have been enlarged by almost four hundred and fifty percent and slowly increasing in circumference by…” Denise consulted her measuring tape, followed by a stopwatch, “three point five centimeters every two hundred and forty seconds.” “My bust? You mean my…” Clara sat bolt upright and looked down. There on her chest gleamed two massive, firm triple-D-cup breasts, each one was the size of a small cantaloupe. They were bare except for Denise’s measuring tape. “What the…?” Clara grabbed her chest, squeezing her new assets desperately, certain they must have been fake.
“Ow!” They were all too real. Clara started to tremble. She was stunned! Shocked! “What… how did… Why are my boobs so big?!” “I told you, the Cloudbuster was struck by lightning. Obviously, it converted the static energy of the bolt into a burst of pure orgone before it exploded. You were close enough to absorb some of the blast.” “Exploded?” Clara’s brow tensed with worry. “Yes. I’m investigating the extent to which your body—” “Wait,” Clara’s expression twisted into anger as the fuzz began to lift from her head, “I was knocked unconscious in an explosion and instead of calling an ambulance you dragged me back to the room so you could run experiments on me?” “Not experiments, measurements,” Denise corrected clinically. “This might be my only opportunity to observe—” “Fuck you!” Clara threw her pillow, catching Denise square in the face and knocking her backward. Clara got up from the bed, pulling a sheet up to cover her nakedness and arming herself with another pillow. She advanced menacingly on Denise. “Clara, you’re behaving very irrationally!” the tiniest note of urgency sneaking into Denise’s voice as her friend advanced on her. “Arrrgh!” Clara whapped Denise with the pillow as hard as she could, sending the amateur scientist reeling. “When. A. Friend. Gets. Struck. By. Lightning. You. Call. A. Hospital!” Clara punctuated each
ord with a savage blow from her pillow. “You. Don’t. Treat. Her. Like. One. Of. Your. Stupid. Experiments!” “Clara! Stop, stop it! S—” Completely taken aback by Clara’s uncharacteristic outburst, Denise tried ineffectually to block her attacks, but tripped backwards over the pillow on the ground and landed on her well-cushioned ass. Thinking quickly, Denise grabbed the pillow from under her legs and swung it blindly up at Clara. The blow caught her assailant by surprise. Unused to the added weight on her chest, Clara overbalanced and went sprawling on top of Denise, tangling both of them in a muddle of limbs, sheets and pillows. “Ow, dammit!” complained Clara, fighting to extricate herself from Denise. “Dammit yourself!” came Denise’s muffled cry from beneath one of Clara’s engorged melons. The pair finally managed to untangle themselves and sat apart on the floor. For a while all they could do was glare at each other. Finally, Denise broke the silence. “I, uh… I’m sorry for hitting you like that. You were being hysterical,” she said, puckering her lips apologetically. Clara didn’t answer at first, but couldn’t maintain her sulk for long. She caved in and accepted Denise’s apology after only two minutes. “So how come your boobs didn’t grow in the explosion?” she asked. “You were on the roof, too.” “I was shielded from the blast by the orgone chamber. Ironically, the same device intended to saturate me with orgone radiation,” Denise sighed. “Though the amount of energy conducted through your body into the cable was sufficient to bring me to orgasm in only one point six seconds.” “Figures you’d get off easy like that. You know, you’re the one who deserves these monstrosities, not me,” grumbled Clara, giving her boobs a disgruntled heft. “Are they causing you discomfort?” asked Denise, expressing concern for her friend’s well-being for the first time. “A little, but mostly they’re just super sensitive, you know?” Clara frowned, pulling her knees up close to her chest. “Here, let me see,” Denise shuffled across the floor on her knees to Clara. “What are you doing?” Clara was apprehensive, but didn’t stop Denise from reaching out and laying a cool hand on her chest. “Ohh,” Clara flinched momentarily, but her tension eased as Denise began to slowly massage her thumb across the top of Clara’s nipple. The pink nub sprung to attention instantly, followed quickly by the puffy flesh around the areola. “Mine aren’t quite as big as this,” said Denise. “But when I’m feeling tender, this is what I do.” Clara was in heaven. She was sure any second now she was going to wake up; it was like one o her fantasies come to life! Denise had never seemed to reciprocate Clara’s physical attraction — until now that is. Denise leaned forward until her lips hovered only inches from Clara’s engorged nipple and blew softly across the glistening surface of her tit. Clara shuddered again. Even though Denise’s breath was cooling, she was beginning to feel very
arm, especially between her legs. Denise looked up at her, obviously trying to gage Clara’s reaction. Say something, dummy! Clara thought. But her throat seemed to have closed up. She had fantasized about exactly this kind of thing so many times, and yet she had no idea how to confront this scenario in real life! At least let her know you like it! Clara willed herself to smile. It felt awkward and tense, but Denise seemed satisfied. “Your tits are really special,” cooed Denise, absently running her thumb across Clara’s erect teat. “I’m envious.” Clara grinned nervously. “Are you sure these are bigger than yours? Yours are pretty big.” Denise smirked knowingly. “Maybe you’d like to feel them, eh?” She sat back on her ample posterior and thrust them out for Clara to get a good look. Appropriate for a scientist of her caliber, Denise was wearing a Dexter’s Laboratory t-shirt. The silk screened Dexter and Dee Dee stretched comically across her marvelous melons. Clara could see that Denise’s tits were no match for her own, but she wouldn’t dream of turning down Denise’s invitation, not when those ripe mangoes of hers were right there, begging to be fondled and suckled. Clara reached out and touched one, tentatively at first, but when Denise gave her an encouraging nod, she cupped one whole in her hand. “Not like that,” Denise grabbed Clara’s wrist. “How can you expect to get an accurate measurement through my bra?” she smiled, guiding Clara’s hand under her shirt, under her bra to the arm, firm flesh beneath. Clara was gushing wet. She felt a heat stirring in her loins and chest unmatched by even by her most audacious midnight fantasies. With Clara’s hand still tucked between her bra and her boob, Denise leaned forward again, this time bringing her face to Clara’s. Denise’s expression was intense, forceful even. Clara had never seen her roommate exude this kind of raw sexuality before, and especially not at her. She felt her own emotions rising up in kind and, like two magnets snapping together, they kissed. First a quick peck, then a long, long, long French kiss that sent them writhing together on the bed. “Oh, fuck,” said Clara between gasps for air. “Where was this for the past three years?” “Waiting to escape. Every day, every second I was with you,” Denise growled, burying her face between Clara’s melon-sized bosoms. She slid her hand down Clara’s stomach, pausing momentarily to tease her bellybutton before continuing down to her moist cleft. Clara’s soaking pussy accepted Denise’s deft fingers easily. Her sensitive digits, honed to a surgeon’s precision by years of soldering microcircuitry, easily found Clara’s most sensitive spots hile her full, luscious lips sucked teasingly at her rock-hard nipples. “Ohhh,” Clara moaned. Denise was working her clit like a pro. She knows my pussy better than I do. Clara grinned up at the ceiling. The heat in her chest was building hotter and hotter. Each stroke and fondle of Denise’s expert fingertips sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
Clara had both hands on Denise’s tits now, not even bothering to take off her busty roommate’s bra; she simply pushed the undergarment up to gain full access to those sweet sweater-puppies. “Ohh, Denise, right there! Unhhh!” Clara’s orgasm bubbled upwards so fast, she barely realized she was coming at all until she was right in the thick of it. “Ohhhhhhhh!” Clara shouted. All the pressure and fire that had built up in her boobs exploded across every nerve. At that second, the room was flooded by a green light that Clara felt as much as saw. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, dancing through their bodies as if they were transparent before breaking off into coruscating spirals that melted into the walls. “Oooh…” now Denise was the one moaning. Her lips slid from Clara’s engorged teats with a soft “pop” and gave another “Unnnnnnf…” of quiet pleasure. “What was that?” asked Clara, suddenly sober and alert. It was as if her horniness had been wrung out of her like a sponge. She was suddenly very self-conscious about her partial nudity and the location of her hands. She withdrew them quickly from beneath Denise’s shirt and tucked them into her own armpits. “Ohh…” Denise moaned again, sitting up and folding her arms beneath her chest. “What was hat?” “That green flash! Are you all right?” asked Clara, unsure what to do or even what was happening. “I didn’t observe a green flash. But I did experience an incredible phenomenon!” Denise answered. “My body achieved orgasm without stimulation of any kind!” Clara was a little incensed at Denise’s sudden switch from intimacy to clinical observation, but the
busty amateur scientist was too caught up in her excitement to notice. “Do you realize what this means?” she asked excitedly. “That flash you experienced was some kind of… orgone pulse! I knew your body must have absorbed an unbelievable amount of orgone, but to have this much… it’s phenomenal! I wonder if…” Denise leaped to her feet and dashed over to her laptop, which was currently nested inside a small tangle of wires. “Aha!” she cried. “Eureka! Do you see this? You see?!” Clara reluctantly walked over to the computer. A sparsely illustrated graph was ticking by. “Uhh, what is it?” she asked. “Right here,” Denise pointed at a peak in the graph. “A minute ago there was a spike. I had this set up to measure your bioelectric field, but never got a chance to hook up the contacts. The fact that it registered this much change without even touching you is… ooohhh…” Denise shuddered again, a look of pleasure washing over her face. “Aftershocks?” asked Clara. “No, this is different, it’s…” Denise looked down at her chest. “Oh my goodness! Clara, look! Secondary effects!”
Chapter 3: Secondary Effects At first, Clara didn’t see what her friend was talking about, but she followed Denise’s gaze down to her chest. “Holy shit!” Clara exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at her roommate. Gradually at first, but with increasing speed, Denise’s chest had begun to swell. The fabric of her Dexter’s Lab shirt was starting to distend, smearing the cartoon images across her chest as her boobs inflated like a pair of water balloons. “This is incredible! Get my tape measure, hurry!” Denise pointed over at the bed where her measuring tape lay in a tangle on the sheets. Clara leaped to her feet and dashed to the tape and back, frantically trying to untangle it as Denise’s already huge breasts continued to grow. “How much bigger are they going to get?” asked Clara, finally untangling the tape measure. “Hopefully big enough to gather plenty of data,” purred Denise, fantasizing about tables and graphs as the fabric of her abused shirt creaked in protest to the tremendous strain it was forced to handle. “Here, loop the tape around my breasts.” She peeled her shirt up, allowing a pair of big, beautiful melons to slip out and bounce free. They popped out one at a time, bouncing heavily down until they were level with her rib cage. Clara lost focus on what exactly she was supposed to be doing. They were just so… big… and juicy. Denise’s nipples were inverted, turning both her areolae into tiny volcano peaks, puffing hugely around the base and tapering gradually to a conical tip.
Clara had only gotten to see her roommate’s boobs a few times before, and they’d never been anything like this impressive. She just wanted to savor it a little… “Clara, focus, please,” Denise coughed. “I don’t know for how much longer this phenomenon will persist, I’d like to get a few measurements at least.” “Oh, right,” Clara looped the tape around Denise’s still rapidly swelling bosom and pulled it taut, digging it into Denise’s boobs so that they squished around the constricting band. “Agh!” Denise yelped. “Not so tight! You won’t get an accurate measurement if you squeeze them!” “Sorry, sorry…” apologized Clara. I just had to see it happen though,she smirked. “What does it say?” asked Denise, tilting her head back to look Clara in the eye. “Uhh, forty-one,” Clara read off the tape. “I was a double-D cup before and that was at thirty-nine so…” Denise did a quick calculation. “I’ve gone up two cup sizes in less than two minutes! Clara, this is astounding!” “I don’t think you’re done…” Clara said apprehensively. Tape was starting to slip through her fingers. Denise was still growing. “You’re already as big as me!” Clara declared. “How much bigger are you going to get?” “It depends on how much orgone energy was in that pulse you gave off,” answered Denise, her monster mammaries starting to look less like cantaloupes and more like watermelons every second. Her nipples grew in pace with the spheres of flesh behind them, inflating from anthills to tiny, pink ello molds as they watched. Within five minutes, Denise had surpassed forty-three inches, and she reached forty-four before finally tapering off as an impressive G-cup.
“These feel incredible,” purred Denise, fondling her expansive new assets. The pliant flesh yielded to her touch like memory foam, but bounced back into shape like a basketball. “They’re so soft,” Clara agreed, taking the opportunity to cop a feel. Denise didn’t seem to mind, enthused as she was about her incredibly buoyant babyfeeders, she seemed to welcome Clara’s explorations. “I guess your experiment was a success,” smiled Clara, now enjoying two handfuls of Denise’s generous boob flesh. “You speak as if it is over,” Denise rolled her head back to look at Clara. “We’ve only just begun!” “Huh?” Clara smiled stupidly, feeling like she was missing something important. Denise spun out of her chair and leaped to her feet, her boobs following the spiral of her path a quarter second later, swinging back into place with an impressive display of elasticity and no small amount of residual jiggle. “Anyone can make an experiment work once!” she declared. “It’s not science unless it can be reproduced! We need more data!” “M-more?” Clara blanched, looking nervously at Denise’s gargantuan G-cups and then down at her own already too-big triple-Ds. Or was that an F? Clara’s mind reeled from the chaotic soup of bra size that she had never before experienced or had even conceived. “Of course!” Denise closed the gap between them until their breasts were squeezed up beneath their chins. “Making you come obviously triggered some kind of massive release of orgone energy! We need to see what will happen if you come again!” Now this is my kind of science, smiled Clara, trying not to look too excited. Then a thought occurred to her and her enthusiasm waned slightly. A part of her wanted to let Denise push herself as far as she could go, an equally strong part of her anted to be able to take Denise out on dates in public, too. That was assuming that they were dating now. Were they? Maybe it was a bit early to jump to that conclusion… but they never would if Denise made herself too big to ever leave the dorm! “Are, uh… are you sure you want to do that? Your boobs got pretty huge from the last time. How much bigger are you willing to get?” asked Clara apprehensively. “Why worry about side effects until we have to?” cooed Denise, brushing an auburn lock from Clara’s ear. “After all, what’s one person’s comfort compared to the advancement of science?” Denise’s attitude certainly explained a lot of her behavior over the years, but this was the first time she had been talking about her own comfort. “Well, far be it from me to stand in the way of science,” Clara grinned. “Mmmh,” Denise smiled like a cat about to pounce. She walked the intertwined pair over to Clara’s bed and flopped down on top of her. “ Ihre bruste sind fantasisch!” growled Denise lustily, motorboating Clara’s prodigious bust before sliding her naked torso down Clara’s belly, kissing her midline all the way down. She paused at her bellybutton, giving the tender flesh a long kiss and a quick nibble before continuing down to Clara’s nether regions. “Ahh!” Clara sighed with pleasure. “Your, uhh… der tungue ist … umm, fanstastich?” Denise laughed and the vibrations sent tickles of pleasure through Clara’s pussy.
Denise’s tongue was astounding! Clara had never been eaten out before. She’d never even had a girlfriend before as her puppy-dog like devotion to Denise had always precluded any other romantic entanglements. But even without a baseline against which to compare, she knew Denise’s tongue was something special. “Ahh!” Clara arched her back as Denise began to suckle eagerly at her clit, the suction prompting the tiny button to engorge with pleasure. In no time at all, she came, a warm, liquid feeling that boiled up from her loins and into her breasts. “Ohhhh!” Clara moaned, writhing happily. Denise popped her lips off of Clara’s pussy. “Did you climax?” she asked, not bothering to wipe Clara’s honey from her dripping chin. “Yes,” Clara answered. “Why did you stop?” “Well, it’s just… There wasn’t another pulse…” Denise’s tone was mildly accusative, as if it ere Clara’s fault in some way. Clara frowned. What the fuck was this? You don’t just leave a girl hanging mid-orgasm! “Maybe I didn’t come hard enough,” Clara jabbed Denise with her heel. “Get back down there!” Denise frowned at the assault, but ducked back down to attend Clara’s hungry pussy. “Ohh, yeah!” Clara purred, her motor kicking up to full speed once again. Denise reached up and began to tweak Clara’s nipples between her thumb and forefingers, prompting another round of orgasmic exclamations from the formerly flat-chested girl. Within minutes, Clara was screaming in ecstasy, her writing making it very difficult for Denise to keep her tongue on target. “Yeah, yeah, YEAH!” Clara bucked, arching her back and slamming her hips against the bed. “Deniiiiiiiise!” she screamed until she was out of breath. Finally, exhausted, out-of-breath and thoroughly pleasured, she collapsed in a panting heap on her mattress. Denise, drenched in sweat and honey herself crawled up on to the bed and lay beside her. “I never really believed it until now, that science is one percent inspiration and ninety nine percent perspiration,” she breathed. Clara laughed. “I guess that your body depleted whatever internal reserves of orgone you’d accumulated from the lightning strike during your first orgasm,” said Denise, her fabulous mind still churning even in the midst of post-coital pillow-talk. “I guess so,” Clara agreed. “It’s too bad I can’t just recharge, huh?” “Yes… too bad,” answered Denise. Clara was asleep only a few minutes later, but Denise stayed awake late into the night, staring up at the ceiling. Watching the rise and fall of Clara’s astounding bosom in the darkness. Tomorrow, the real experiments would begin.
Chapter 4: Unforeseen Results “I don’t know what I’m supposed to wear to class today,” Clara complained. “None of my tops fit me properly anymore! And forget about wearing a bra, these behemoths are going to bounce all over the place!” “Here, try one of mine,” offered Denise, rummaging through her drawers until she retrieved a somewhat utilitarian black model. “It’s not quite your size, but it’s close, and it might do until you can get one that’s properly fitted.” “Thanks. I feel sorry for you, though,” said Clara, taking the bra and adjusting the straps. “You’ll never find a bra for those beasts.” “I’ll get by,” Denise stroked her monster mammaries fondly. They looked even larger crammed into a tight, red button up top. The poor garment’s buttons were strained to the limit trying to restrain the twin mountains of boobflesh contained within. “What class was it you said you had?” “Physics 201,” answered Clara, a little bashfully. “I know it’s a little behind my year group, but I need the Quantitative Reasoning credits.” Denise gave a little wolf whistle. “I know it. That’s the one taught by that hunky professor Axlerod,” she observed, looking wistful. “I don’t know if I’d call him ‘hunky’,” mused Clara. “I guess if I were into guys he might be…” “You’re not into guys?” Denise asked. Clara snorted out a burst of laughter before she realized that Denise was serious. “Um, Denise, I’m a lesbian…” she said. “You are?” Denise seemed genuinely surprised. “Of course I am!” Clara was aghast. “Did you somehow forget we just had sex?” Denise laughed and gave a dismissive wave. “Oh, Clara, sex doesn’t mean anything!” “Doesn’t mean anything?!” Clara boggled. “Of course not. It was just an experiment, you know?” Denise chuckled. “I had to see how your body would react to sexual stimulation, didn’t I? It’s not like I enjoyed it!” “You didn’t…” her hands fumbled with the bra straps and tears welled up in her eyes. Clara fought hard to keep them in check. Denise had to be lying! “Don’t misunderstand, you’re certainly an excellent physical specimen,” said Denise, trying to placate her distraught roommate. “And maybe if your intellect were on par with my own, I’d even consider you for a romantic partner…” Clara couldn’t hold the tears back any more. She threw down the bra in disgust and turned away from Denise. “Clara…” Denise put a hand on Clara’s shoulder. “I’m gonna be late for class!” Clara twisted from underneath Denise’s touch and snatched the closest shirt in reach, yanking it on and forcing it over her boobs. She stormed out of the room without another word. Denise caught the door before it could slam and followed Clara into the hall.
“Clara, wait!” the strain of running proved too much for Denise’s overstressed red top. It exploded open in a hail of buttons that clattered all over the hall. Her G-cup monstrosities burst free and threw Denise off balance. She clung to the doorframe for support and in those crucial seconds, Clara slipped out of reach. “Have fun with your stupid fucking clown boobs!” Clara huffed, striding down the hall, heedless to the wild bouncing of her own braless bosom. In a flash, she was gone, leaving Clara alone in the hallway.
Chapter 5: Peer Review It was a long walk to class. Her progress was significantly slowed by the frenzied bouncing of her titanic tits. She’d crammed them into an old and worn, hideous abstract 80’s t-shirt that was possibly the only thing in her wardrobe that would draw more attention to her chest than her boobs. She only owned it as a joke. (In truth, it had been a cherished hand me down from Denise when she’d first arrived as a transfer student, a fact the flustered Clara was not willing to acknowledge in her present state.) But now, the joke was on her as her ridiculous chest was a billboard for an even more ridiculous explosion of neon triangles, grids and airbrushed zigzags. Maybe it was just Clara’s imagination, but it seemed like everyone was staring; guys smiled and aved to her as she passed while their girlfriends seethed with jealousy from the sidelines. Every hispered comment or giggle seemed to be directed at her. She clutched her books closer to her chest and hurried up the stairs of the science building. She need not have rushed. Even though she was ten minutes late, there was no sign of professor Axlerod. Order in the classroom was breaking down. Students had broken off into cliques and the volume of conversation was rising steadily to a low roar. In accordance with established college tradition, if Axlerod did not show up in five more minutes, the class was canceled. Clara found a seat up in the nosebleeds as far as possible from anyone who could see her, squished down as low in her seat as she could go, squeezed her eyes shut, crossed her fingers on both hands and prayed for Professor Axlerod to stay away for just five more minutes. “Hey,” said someone who had just taken the seat next to her. Clara opened her eyes and found herself looking into a pair of big doe eyes that were so dark as to be almost black. The eyes belonged to a dusky Latina beauty, whose pouting lips, button nose and full figure briefly made her forget her broken heart. Her depression returned in a flash, however, when she remembered that if she had not wasted so many years chasing Denise, this was the type of girl ho could have been rejecting her instead. “Can I help you?” Clara asked, trying to look as flat chested as possible. “I just noticed you sitting up here all by yourself and thought I’d come up and say hi,” she smiled and offered her hand. “I’m Maria by the way.” “Clara.” Clara took Maria’s hand and shook it limply. “I think your friends are trying to get your attention.” Clara pointed down a few rows where a knot of preppy girls were gathering up their books. Once they had caught Maria’s eye, they pointed at their watches and jerked their thumb in the direction of the door. “I’ll catch up,” Maria laughed and waved them on before turning back to Clara. “They’re such bums, you know? As if Professor Axlerod isn’t worth waiting an extra five minutes for…” Great, another Axlerod fangirl. Clara was really beginning to hate him. “Yeah, he’s so dreamy,” Clara rolled her eyes. Maria cracked a warm smile. “Right? Girls just throw themselves at him. Thank God I’m gay or I’d be drooling over that grayhaired nerd with the rest of them.”
Clara hit the brakes on her sulk so fast she nearly got emotional whiplash. “Wait, did you say—” “Sorry I’m late!” Professor Axlerod dashed into the classroom just as a few other people were starting to gather up their books and leave. There were a few wisecracks and groans of mock disappointment, but the class quickly settled down. “I needed a little help this morning; today’s lesson on static electricity involves a few props that might spark your interest,” he gave the class a saucy wink. Professor Axlerod was a handsome man in his early forties. One of the lucky men who had only grown distinguished with age; he sported a confident mane of grey streaked brown hair, a strong chin peppered with beard stubble and an upright physique that showed he took good care of his health. Naturally, his lame pun elicited much more laughter than it deserved, particularly from the female members of the audience. Clara and Maria shared an eye-roll. “Not all of you sounded awake out there,” Axelrod grinned, “so maybe it’s a good thing that today I’ve decided to start the class with something a little invigorating. Ms. Luger!” Clara’s eyes bolted wide open. Denise Luger walked into the lecture hall, preceded by a trolley bearing a large metal sphere about a foot in diameter, mounted on a thick, metal post. The class fell silent. Nobody was paying attention to the strange contraption; all eyes were on Denise. Clara covered her face, hoping Maria didn’t notice how hard she was blushing. Denise had not bothered at all to hide her newly- enlarged tits. They were stretching the fabric o her tragically abused red mock-turtleneck sweater to the point that it was practically skintight. It looked like she had wrapped a pair of fat piglets in a wool blanket and tied it around her chest. The ensemble made her look like some kind of perverse librarian; hotter for not showing any skin, but emphasizing every one of the luscious curves that dominated her torso. A few guys in the audience elbowed each other in the ribs while the girls gave disgusted looks. Disregarding to the audience’s reaction, Denise stopped the trolley next to the professor and ithdrew to the sidelines. “Thank you, Ms. Luger,” said the professor, his veneer of professional conduct insufficient to prevent him from taking a quick peek at Denise’s wobbling watermelons before turning back to the class. “Now, who can tell me what this is?” “An epic pair of boobs,” murmured a dude sitting the next row down from Clara. He shared a fist bump with his bro. A few students raised their hands. The professor picked a girl near the back. “It’s a Van de Graff generator,” answered the girl. “Very good. You, tell me what it does,” Axelrod pointed to one of the other girls who had raised their hands. “It, uh… produces high voltage static electricity,” answered the other girl. “That’s right, by means of a rubber belt turned by an electric motor inside, it accumulates ions and channels them to the surface of a spherical terminal, resulting in an extremely high voltage electric charge on the surface,” explained the professor. “Now, I need a volunteer from the crowd…”
The class giggled, but none of the students raised their hands. “If nobody volunteers, I’ll have to pick someone,” Axelrod warned. The The class cla ss was w as still reluctant. reluctant. Denise Denise sidled sidle d up to th the professor and cleared her throat. “Maybe someone from in the back row?” she suggested, her innocent tone of voice doing everything it could to suggest a cartoon halo hovering above her head. There were only two girls in the back row. Clara slouched lower in her chair, willing herself to turn invisible. It was the wrong move; Professor Axlerod’s teacher’s instincts immediately picked up the scent of someone who didn’t want to be called on. “You there, miss…?” Axelrod pointed to Clara. The jig was up. “Clara,” she answered, blushing furiously. “Clara, would you like to be my assistant for this portion of the lesson?” he asked. “Uh, I, uh… not really” Clara felt all the eyes in the class on her. Her boobs suddenly felt very hot and very heavy. Go down to the front? Where she would be front and center for everyone? She did not like being the center of attention before. Now she would be up in front of everyone with the orld’s orld’ s worst w orst ironic fashion choice choice stretch s tretched ed over the the world’s wor ld’s second biggest biggest boobs. “Don’t be shy, I won’t bite,” Professor Axelrod shot her a disarming grin. “Go on!” Maria gave her an encouraging smile. Clara couldn’t weasel out of it now. She got up from her seat and shuffled down the stairs to the front of the classroom. “Come right down to the front if you please,” the professor gestured for her to take a spot on the opposite side of the generator from him. Clara took her place, feeling very hot from the chest up. She wished she’d swallowed her pride and just taken Denise’s bra. She cast her most inquiring look in Denise’s direction, but the brainy boobasaurus was too busy looking nonchalant. “Clara, would you please flip the switch over there by your right hand?” asked the professor. She did so. The Van de Graff generator began to emit a low hum and she felt a tingle in all the hairs down her right side. “There are now one hundred thousand volts of volts of power coursing through that machine,” proclaimed the professor. “Enough to produce a visible spark when I approach it with this metal wand.” Professor Axelrod picked a small wand up from the table and held the tip a few inches from the sphere. There was a loud POP! And a bright purple spark snapped between the sphere and the wand. The class oohed appreciatively, and the sleepier students bolted awake. Clara nearly jumped out of her skin. “Now, in spite of what you just saw, the surface of the sphere is perfectly safe to touch,” said Axelrod. “And Clara here is going to prove it.” The class laughed. Clara did not think it was so funny. The professor turned to Clara. “Clara, please place the palm of your right hand on the terminal.” Clara smiled demurely, but didn’t raise her hand. She looked down at her feet and shuffled instead. “You’re “You’re perfectly safe,” safe,” smiled Professor Axelrod. Axelrod. “Here.”
Before Clara realized what he was doing, professor Axelrod had taken a gentle hold of Clara’s forearm, lifted her hand and placed it against the terminal! Clara’s chest began to tingle violently. It felt like a swarm of bees had just woken up inside her boobs! “As you can see,” said the professor, releasing his hold on Clara’s arm, “in spite of the tremendous voltage, Clara is i s perfectly per fectly all right right because—” One of the girls raised a hand. “Professor, what’s happening to her?” she asked, not waiting to be called on. Axelrod smiled condescendingly “Right now the electricity is passing harmlessly through her body, bestowing a—” Clara began to groan. The buzzing, tingling sensation in her chest was still growing in intensity, accompanied by a squeezing, squishing feeling that was painful and pleasurable at the same time. “What’s happening to her chest?” It was Maria who spoke out this time. Professor Axelrod finally turned around to see what all the fuss was about. His jaw nearly dropped off his face. Clara’s boobs were ballooning outward at an incredible rate, stretching her garish 80’s top until the seams started to squeak and pop in protest. “Oww!” Clara cried. Her shirt was crushing her chest! She wanted to break away from the generator, but her hand was frozen; it was like it had been glued into place! Thousands of volts of electricity continued to travel through her arms, where it manifested in her chest as additional inches on her bustline. The shirt gave, the worn and decades old fabric splitting up the middle like a paper towel being pulled in half. half. A pair of monster onster tits the the size of honeydews honeydews exploded free and flopped down practically practical ly to to her belly. “Someone help her!” a girl shouted. Professor Axelrod, his face pale white with shock, finally regained enough of his senses to move. He grabbed Clara’s wrist and tried to pull her hand off the generator, but it was stuck fast. The generator moved with her hand, purple arcs of electricity binding her to the metal sphere like chains. Clara’s boobs continued to inflate. The massive mounds were nearly the size of basketballs by now, her fat nipples elongated and reached out toward the class, quivering lasciviously with every twitch of her her electrified body. Clara screamed.
Professor Axelrod, still fighting to remove Clara’s hand from the surface of the generator, finally snapped out of his panic and threw the switch at the base of the machine. Clara’s hand popped free in an instant and she fell sideways onto the floor, her titanic tits falling on top top of her her like l ike a pair of boulders boulders.. She flailed there for a few seconds, everyone frozen halfway between rushing to help her and looking away. Nobody was sure if it would be okay to touch her. “Denise, help!” Clara reached out to her friend, struggling beneath the weight of her colossal cans. Denise did not move. She stayed back on the sidelines, scribbling notes at a furious pace into her tiny notebook. Clara could not believe it. That bitch had planned had planned for for this to happen! The realization practically practical ly paraly paral yzed Clara with despair. despai r. She She flopped back down on the the ground ground and lay l ay staring up up at at the ceiling, letting the chaos and clamor dissolve into white noise around her. “Hey!” Clara felt someone gab her by the arm. It was Maria! “Are you okay? Can you get up?” Those big doe eyes looked so concerned. Clara Clar a tried tri ed to muster muster the strength. strength. “Easy does it!” Maria hooked her arm under Clara’s armpit. Together, they struggled Clara upright and she was able to stagger into a standing position. Fuck it as difficult; her new boobs must have weighed twenty pounds each! “Oh my God, what happened?” Maria asked, supporting Clara by the arm, trying to push the tatters of her shirt back up onto her shoulder. Clara could not answer. She looked at Maria, then out at the rest of the class. Everyone’s mouth
as agape, their eyes wide with shock. Clara did not know what to do. So, she ran. She only got a few steps before she overbalanced and fell face first onto her boobs. However, she immediately hoisted herself up to her feet and kept going, bursting out into the hall. But where could she go now? Campus medical? What could they do to treat this? The only thing they could do would be to refer her to a hospital, but what could they do? Clara’s situation was getting pretty heavy. And so were her boobs.
Chapter 6: Bell Curves Clara leaned up against the hallway wall and closed her eyes, trying to take deep breaths in spite o being weighed down by a pair of twenty pound basketballs. Every time she tried to move, their tremendous inertia would kick in, and she would find herself stumbling for balance. “Clara, wait!” It was Maria jogging down the hallway to catch up. Clara didn’t want to talk to her or anybody, but running anywhere wasn’t and option right now. She huffed to a halt and waited for Maria to run the length of the hallway. “Oh my gosh, Clara!” exclaimed Maria, slightly out of breath. “That was so cool!” “Cool?” Clara blinked. “Yeah, the way you used those fake, inflatable boobs to make a statement about female objectification in a classroom setting! I knew your boobs weren’t really that big, but when you first alked in, I thought you’d just padded your bra. How did you know the professor was gonna call on you though? Ohhh! It was that other girl! Of course! She was wearing fake boobs, too! Where can I get a set? They could be the trademark of our protest group!” “Wait wait wait,” Clara interrupted. “You think these are fake?” “Of course,” Maria laughed, “there’s no way they’re real ...” “Maria, these aren’t fake,” Clara grabbed her nipples and gave a tug to illustrate the jiggly mass o her tits. Tugging her nipples proved to be a mistake; their growth had elevated them to a hypersensitive state. Tugging on them sent a burst of erotic pleasure through her body and she fell back against the wall with a loud moan. Maria blushed a deep scarlet and tried to cover her shock with laughter. “Heh… Clara,” she shifted her weight nervously, brushing her hair back from her face, “those can’t possibly be real; boobs don’t just inflate like balloons!” “Mine do… or at least they have been lately. Shit! I know this looks so weird!” Clara tried to bury her face in her hands, but had to awkwardly dig her elbows into the tops of her tits to do so. Maria’s eyes widened. The more she stared at them, the more realistic Clara’s tits seemed to be. She was halfway convinced, but there was still no possible way. “C-can I touch them?” asked Maria. “What!? Er, w-why?” Clara recoiled reflexively, but then relented. “I suppose so… feel for yourself, these behemoths are all too real.” Maria reached out and poked one of Clara’s monstrous melons. It yielded like pudding, but sprung firmly back into shape when Clara lifted her finger. If it were a fake boob, it sure as heck was not full of air. Her curiosity piqued, she grabbed a handful and gave a tentative squeeze. Her eyes widened and she looked up at Clara. “See?” sighed Clara, her voice tight. “What the fuck am I supposed to do? How am I gonna cover these up?” Maria thought for a moment, then took Clara by the wrist. “Come on,” she said. “I know where we might be able to find something for you to wear…” “I’m not so sure,” Clara wavered. There was a flash of movement in the corner of her eye. It was Denise. She was following at a discreet distance, scribbling in her notepad all the way.
Clara’s expression hardened. “You know, on second thought, let’s go,” she said firmly. Maria led Clara outside and down the steps of the science building. Luckily, it was class time and there were only a few students out and about that could stare. “Where are we going?” asked Clara, puffing along behind. She tried to keep as close as possible to Maria without actually touching her; even the tiniest brush against her nipples was enough to set her shuddering with pleasure. “The athletic building,” answered Maria. “Hurry up!” “You try and ‘hurry up’ with these things,” huffed Clara, hugging her tits with both arms to keep them from jiggling. Even with her arms clamped firmly around the middle, the tops of her massive breasts quivered like gelatin. “And why the fuck are we going to the athletic building?” asked Clara. “Shh,” Maria put a finger to her lips and led the way around to the back. “Why the fuck are we going to the athletic building?” Clara asked whispering this time. “You’ll see,” Maria winked. She stopped them in front of a nondescript, unlabeled door discreetly tucked behind one of the athletic building’s massive air conditioning units. She pulled a jingling set of keys from her pocket and flipped through until she found the right one. “Wait here,” Maria instructed, slipping inside the door and closing it behind her. Clara crouched self-consciously behind the air conditioner. During the run, the tingling in her tits had died down, but now it was coming back. The few minutes she’d spent lugging these behemoths around had felt like hours, and now they felt heavier than ever. With a weary sigh she plopped her butt down and leaned back against the air conditioner. On contact with the metal, the tingling in her boobs increased tenfold. The motor of the unit behind her began to whine and slow. “What the…” Clara rubbed the sides of her tits, trying to wipe the tingling feeling away. “Oh shit!” They were growing again! Slowly, but getting faster every second, Clara could feel her tits pressing against the palms of her hands and the tops of her knees. In the time it took her to realize they were expanding, they’d already added another inch in radius. “Oh nonono! Not again! Stop!” she shouted, leaping to her feet and slapping at her titanic tits. As soon as she stood, the tingling dissipated and the growth began to slow, though they still seemed to be growing at the rate of a centimeter or so every few seconds. A few feet away, the air conditioner returned to its regular hum. Clara glanced over at the noise. “Oh shit,” Clara nearly stumbled backward at the realization. Written in large, yellow letters on the front of the air conditioner were the words “DANGER! HIGH VOLTAGE!” “Shit! Oh my God!” exclaimed Clara. “What?” Maria poked her head out the door. “What’s wrong?” “High voltage!” Clara pointed at the air conditioner. Maria glanced at the sign, then gave Clara a quizzical look. “Yeah, be careful around that thing I guess. Anyway, come on, the coast is clear.”
Before Clara could say anything else, Maria had grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her inside. “Ta daa!” announced Maria, sweeping her hand across the room. “It’s the athletic center laundry room. I work here as part of my tuition assistance. It smells bad, but at least it’s a quiet job.” The smell hit Clara so hard, she forgot her encounter with the “High Voltage” and doubled over in a fit of gagging and wheezing. The smell was a potpourri of mildew, sweat and steam. “Yeah, sorry about that,” Maria wrinkled her nose and looked apologetic. “This place could use a good airing out. You’ll get used to it.” Clara held her nose and took a look around. The large, concrete room stretched back into darkness. Tall dunes of soiled shorts and jockstraps formed the mountain peaks of a bizarre laundry landscape. Along one wall, a regiment of industrial washers and driers hummed loudly as they worked their way through the piles of soiled uniforms and towels that had built up in front of them like snowdrifts. “I’m sure we can find something to fit you here,” said Maria. “You think one of the athletes has a top that will fit these?” asked Clara, grasping her monster mams with both hands and squeezing them together. She let them go with a tiny squeak of pleasure. They were getting more sensitive every second (not to mention bigger)! “Not one of the athletes, silly,” Maria disappeared into a storage closet. “One of the mascots!” Maria grunted as she heaved a giant squirrel costume out of the storage closet and dropped it heavily on the ground at Clara’s feet. Sammy, the Bradford mascot, was an insipidly grinning giant squirrel dressed in Bradford’s black and red team colors. In addition to a baseball cap the size of a punchbowl, it also sported a pair o size 26 sneakers, a dress you could use as a hula hoop and… “One giant-size tank top!” Maria grinned, gesturing down at the tent-like garment. It certainly looked big enough to cover Clara’s monster boobs—for now. Clara glanced nervously at the wall of industrial washers and idly wondered how much power they drew. The tingling in her boobs had not gotten any stronger, but it was not getting any weaker. She could feel flesh rubbing against flesh on her chest. “Don’t look so grateful,” Maria frowned at Clara’s bemused expression. “Sorry, umm… I appreciate this. I’m just messed up about this whole thing. I mean, look at me!” Clara spread her arms wide, allowing her gargantuan tits to bounce down to her navel before springing up level with her ribcage. “I’m a huge-titted freak!” Maria blushed and looked away, fidgeting with her hair. “Uhh,” she cleared her throat. “I don’t think you’re a freak, Clara.” “Oh, really?” Clara put her hands on her hips. “Well, I know it’s probably no fun for you to have to lug those around, but I think it’s sorta… hot .” Maria looked down at her toes. Now Clara was blushing. She could feel the warmth building in her loins and found hersel ondering just exactly how soft Maria’s plush lips really were. “Uhh, thanks,” answered Clara, trying to blink the images out of her head. “Did, uhh… did you ant to help me get into this thing?” “Oh, right,” Maria kneeled down next to Sammy the Squirrel and began to remove the oversized tank top, which proved to be something of a challenge, as it was never meant to be detached from the costume.
Once it was off, Maria flipped it over Clara’s head and helped her straighten it out. “Try pulling on it a bit over here,” said Maria, reaching around Clara’s waist to tug at the hem. Her hand brushed against the warm bottom of Clara’s breast, lingering there for a half second longer than she needed to. Clara felt a sigh of orgasm beginning to stir inside her. “H-how’s it look?” asked Maria, stepping back and clasping her hands behind her. “I don’t have a mirror, but I can tell right now the damn thing is actually too big,” said Clara, twisting around to try and get a good look at herself. In spite of Clara’s bigger-than basketball tits giving her a supersized bustline, Sammy’s tank top as bigger still, hanging down below the curvature of her boobs like a big, black tent. “Well, I’m sure it wouldn’t be too hard to tighten up,” Maria reached out. Clara intercepted Maria’s reach, grasping her gently by the palms. “Uh, that’s okay. You don’t have to. I’m sure I’ll grow into it…” Clara smiled weakly. The inevitability of having to endure another humiliating growth spurt was too much to think about! She felt her throat tighten, and she swallowed back a tiny sob. What the fuck was happening to her life? Maria took a step closer. Clara turned away, sniffing back another tear. “Hey, let it out, it’s okay!” she said, brushing Clara’s hair back off her forehead. She had to stand on tiptoes and lean over Clara’s tits to reach. Her breath was hot on Clara’s skin and her fingers were cool on her forehead. They were almost nose to nose now. “Maria, I…” Clara turned right into Maria’s waiting pucker. Maria pressed her lips into Clara’s, holding the kiss for another for half a second before parting ith a wet “smack.” Not even two seconds later the pair were pulling each other’s clothes off, fighting to undress one another without breaking contact with their mouths. “Those… boobs… are… so… amazing…” panted Maria between slurpy kisses. She reached under the tent-like fabric of Clara’s stolen tank-top and planted her hands firmly on Clara’s massive nipples. Clara cried out in ecstasy and dug her hands down Maria’s pants. She could not control herself! She had never been so incredibly horny in all her life! The burning desire she had felt for Denise on her loneliest nights had been nothing, nothing compared to this feeling. She wanted every inch o Maria in every way. Maria slammed Clara back against one of the industrial size electric-dryers, pressing her body into Clara’s foot-deep cleavage. “Holy shit, are these still growing?” asked Maria, feeling herself getting squeezed on either side as Clara’s body sucked energy from the dryer and converted it into breastflesh. “I don’t care,” Clara grunted, diving in once again to slurp at Maria’s lips. “Pull on my tits,” said Clara. “Huh?” “Stroke my nipples, like a farmer milking a cow,” instructed Clara. “It feels amazing.” Maria did as she was told, grasping Clara’s nipples and sliding her hands up and down the fat nubs
in a milking motion. “Ohhh, ooohh, oooh!” Clara moaned in time with the strokes. She dug her fingertips into Maria’s plush, Hispanic ass, letting the warm, pliant flesh squish up between her fingers.
“Fuck me, I’m cumming!” Clara moaned again, feeling the fire rise up inside her. “Ohhhhhahaaaaaaaaa!” Just like before, Clara’s orgasm was accompanies by a rush of explosive energy. A bright, green light exploded from her chest, enveloping both of them. “Oh my God!” moaned Maria, her eyes wide with surprise. “I-I think I’mmmm…. Ohhhh yeahhh!” Maria came in a gush of lovebox juice that flooded her panties and soaked the front of her pants. A tidal wave of energy flooded down Clara’s arms, and she felt her hands practically buzzing with power where they touched Maria’s butt. Within seconds, Maria’s already capricious cheeks had ballooned to double their previous size, trapping Clara’s hands beneath the straining waistband of her eans. Meanwhile, Maria’s chest, already an appreciable but otherwise unremarkable C-cup, began to swell tremendously. “Ohh yeah!” the clasp of Maria’s bra snapped open at the front, and a pair of E-cup monstrosities bounced out, their volume multiplying every second. “Fuck, my hands are stuck!” cried Clara, trying to pull herself free. Maria’s mindless writhing asn’t helping matters either. The poor girl was cumming so hard, her brain didn’t have room for anything else but pleasure. “Maria, quit it!” Clara grunted as Maria buried her face between Clara’s titanic tits. The
hypersensitivity had fled, along with the tingling and her uncontrollable libido. Now it was just plainold shy Clara joined by the hands to the swiftly swelling butt of a lascivious Latina. “Maria! Aaaargh!”
Maria’s pants finally ripped from the strain, the seams long the sides gave, splitting down the hole length of her leg, opening wider as Maria’s juicy thighs expanded outward against the denim. Other seams quickly followed suit; the seam up the back of her pants split to allow Maria’s burgeoning ass cheeks to grow unimpeded into the open air. Her button fly was next, popping off buttons like popcorn, finally loosening her waistband enough to release Clara’s hands from their binds. Clara pulled her arms fee and placed both hands on Maria’s chest, pushing her off. Maria fell back heavily into a pile of soiled spandex, still moaning in orgasmic pleasure. Her ass and thighs continued to thicken, while her chest was already nearly half the size of Clara’s and still growing. Her ash gray v-neck was stretched to its limit trying to hold back the monstrous globes. “Maria!” Clara shouted, her voice rising to a panic at the sight of her friend’s orgasmic paroxysms. “Maria! Snap out of it,” Clara then reached down to try and help Maria to her feet, but overbalanced. The two ended up rolling over one another, coming to rest beneath an economy-sized laundry cart. Clara pulled herself up to a kneeling position, and tried her best to stand Maria up as well, but their bloated bodies made it impossible. “I’m so sorry, Maria. I’m going to get you out of here into a cold shower or something. Shit,” said Clara. Between Maria’s giant jugs and bodacious behind, there was no way Clara could even lift her, much less carry her anywhere by herself… Then again, who said she had to carry her? With a little ork, she was able to tip the laundry cart onto its side. Clara was halfway through loading the ultra-busty Latina into the cart when her friend came to. “God, Clara, that was amazing,” Maria mumbled, blinking and looking around.
“Thanks,” answered Clara, sniffing back grateful tears. She was so happy to see her friend free o her orgasmic convulsions. “What are you doing?” asked Maria, trying to sit up, but finding herself hampered by the new, massive additions to her chest. They had stabilized at about half the size of Claire’s, with all the rest ending up in her posh thighs and butt. “Taking you back to my room,” she answered. “You want to go again?” Maria grinned. “You’re a machine!” “I wasn’t doing so for sex. I was going to get you a cold shower because you couldn’t stop orgasming,” Clara frowned. “Now stop talking and let’s focus on getting you on your feet.” Maria hoisted herself out of the cart and together they were steady enough to get to their feet. They used each other for balance as their shaky legs grew accustomed to their bodies’ new weight. “Oh, Clara, turn around,” said Maria, patting her on the shoulder. “Huh? Why?” asked Clara, twisting her neck to see her own back. “You’ve got like, a million socks and shorts and stuff stuck to you,” explained Maria, brushing the assorted articles from Clara’s back. They formed a small pile around Clara’s feet. “Must be static cling,” said Clara. “You’ve got it, too.” Clara brushed a sock off of Maria’s butt. “Oh, thanks,” Maria giggled, tossing the sock back on the pile. “I would have looked pretty stupid alking around like that.” Maria straightened the tatters of her pants to cover as much as she could of her bubbly badonkadonk and the pair headed back to the dorms.
Chapter 7: Further Research is Necessary Maria and Clara drew some pretty odd looks on their way back to the dorms, but they were so high on the rush of their laundry-room tryst that they did not care. “Ohmigod!” Clara flopped down onto her bed, hugging her monster mams like plush toys. “That as the most fun I’ve ever had!” Maria plunked her newly enlarged butt down on the bed beside her. Her ass was nearly twice as ide as Clara’s and she sunk into the mattress. Clara let herself slide down the incline into Maria’s expansive lap. “Oh God, I’ve never come so hard!” Maria luxuriated on the bed, scrunching her toes on the carpet. She brushed an auburn lock from Clara’s forehead. “So how did you do that anyway?” “I wish I knew. I can’t really control it,” Clara confessed. “I only got these powers by accident.” “What, like, in a lab accident?” Maria smirked. “No! It was…” Clara paused. “Actually ‘lab accident’ is a pretty accurate way to describe it, I guess.” Clara related the story of Denise’s experiment and the lightning strike the previous night, as well as her theory about the connection between electricity and her growth. Maria listened intently, even if Clara’s description of an all-pervasive “sex force” came off a little far-fetched. “At least before the accident, Denise and I were friends. Now it’s like all I am is a guinea pig to her!” Clara lamented. “Why’d this have to happen to me? Why can’t I be normal again?” “Woah woah woah!” Maria put her hands on Clara’s shoulders. “It sounds like you’re confusing two different issues here.” “What do you mean?” asked Clara. “Your boob growth and your issues with Denise,” explained Maria. “The two aren’t related.” “Well, of course they are! If I hadn’t been so stupid and gotten myself zapped, Denise and I would still be friends!” “If Denise was ever really your friend,” Maria emplored, “a little thing like giant, inflating boobs ouldn’t change that.” “I’ll admit Denise is a little peculiar, but you don’t know her like I do,” answered Clara. “If you say so,” Maria shrugged. “Anyway, even if you’re right, how does that cheer me up? All you’ve done is prove that I have two problems now instead of one,” Clara whined. “Who says your boobs have to be a problem?” Maria smiled, admiring Clara’s basketballdwarfing tits. “Are you kidding?” Clara scoffed. “Look at them! They’re huge! They’re the most monstrously disproportionate mammaries that ever existed!” “Oh, believe me, I am looking,” Maria licked her lips. “And you know what?” “What?” “I don’t think they’re big enough,” Maria broke into a lusty grin. Clara felt her face flush red hot. Her crotch was warming up as well. She was scared and excited
at the same time. Maria was so incredibly, excruciatingly beautiful to Clara at that moment that she ould do anything she asked. “How big did you have in mind?” she asked, trembling. She was almost afraid to hear the answer, but she had to admit, she was curious to find out. “You’ll see. First, we’ll need a few things,” Maria was trembling too, but for her it was all excitement.
Chapter 8: Laboratory Conditions Maria came back to Clara’s room with an armload of the most electricity-draining objects she could gather from the neighboring rooms: two plasma balls, a lava lamp, a space heater, a toaster and a hairdryer. Clara had offered to go with Maria gathering supplies, but Maria had nixed the idea. “You’re lucky you didn’t go,” said Maria afterwards, “You won’t believe how many people were staring at my ass. Honestly, you’d think they’d never seen a girl with a thirty two inch waist and a fifty five inch butt before…” “What are you talking about? Of course they ha—oh,” Clara laughed, getting the joke a few seconds late. Maria smiled and gave her a peck on the cheek. “All right, let’s get this experiment going,” said Maria, beginning to arrange her assortment of electricity hogs. “Can we please not call this an ‘experiment’?” Maria sighed. “When you say that, you sound just like Denise, only without the Frankenstein accent.” “Sorry, poor choice of words,” Maria looked apologetic. “This, uhhh… enhancement?” “Mmh,” Clara shrugged and began to help Maria in arranging the appliances in a circle. Once everything was untangled and plugged into the power strip, Clara took her place in the center. The two plasma globes sat in front of her, one to each side. “I thought it would be cool if, once we turned all this stuff on, you put your hands on them, you know?” said Maria. “Like something out of a sci-fi movie ‘The Amazing Growing Girl.’” “Nerd,” Clara giggled. “All right, you ready for this?” asked Maria, her fingertip poised over the surge protector’s translucent red switch. Clara took a deep breath, and then a few more for good measure. “Ready,” she clenched her eyes shut. “Here we go!” Maria flipped on the switch and leaped back, as if she expected Clara to explode. The hair dryer hummed to life, while the heating elements in the space heater began to warm to a cherry red. Clara squeezed her eyes even tighter. The hair dryer continued to run monotonously in the background. “Do you feel them growing?” asked Maria, watching hard for any signs of growth. “No…” Clara blinked her eyes open and reached under her oversized mascot shirt to give her boobs a squeeze. “Wait,” she said, “I do feel… sort of a tingle I guess?” “Put your hands on the globes!” Maria suggested enthusiastically. “Okay, but I don’t know if that will make a diff—YOW!” No sooner had Clara’s fingertips come into contact with the surface of the plasma ball than the dancing violet filaments inside coalesced into a blinding blue white beam. The palms of Clara’s
hands snapped to the surface of the plasma spheres and stuck there. “Ahh! Maria! I’m stuck!” Clara cried, trying to pull her hands off the globes. The plasma globes came up with her hands and no amount of shaking could dislodge them. “Clara, it’s working!” Maria pointed. Clara’s chest had begun to expand, inflating with the speed of a rubber raft whose CO2 canister had been activated. Within a few seconds, she had filled the empty space in her once tent-like top. “I’m getting too big! Maria, turn it off!” Clara cried. Breasts bigger than watermelons were straining the cheap polycotton of her black tank top, spilling out of the bottom and tearing it apart at the seams. Her nipples bloated to the size of ice-cream cones, putting further strain on the already deteriorating fabric. “Just a little more,” mumbled Maria, mesmerized by the sight of Clara’s gargantuan flesh globes. The poor costume-top made a heroic effort, restraining the pink, bouncy tide for another ten seconds before the first tear blazed across the front of Clara’s chest. Expanding boobflesh, desperate to escape the confines of her surprisingly resilient top, swelled from beneath the hem of her shirt, splitting her massive breasts into four hemispheres. “Maria, make it stooooooop!” Clara screamed, her terrified cries almost drowned out by the sudden cacophony of ripping fabric as her top shredded into tatters.
Clara’s bodacious bazongas bounced free, slapping heavily against her stomach before springing back into shape. Each breast was a good eighteen inches in diameter, as firm and taut as a B-cup, but ith just enough bounce to remind everyone how heavy they really were. In spite of their tremendous size, her tits had barely any sag, and her nipples stood out straight and proud. The sudden explosion of buoyant pink flesh was enough to snap Maria out of her hypnosis. “Oh, God! I’m so sorry!” She dashed over to the power strip, but recoiled in fear from the blue sparks that jutted like thorns dancing across the surface of the strip. “Fuck,” she hissed, looking around in panic.
“Hurry!” Clara was flailing her arms frantically now. Her boobs had spilled down into her lap, pinning her legs to the floor. They looked like a pair of pink beach balls. Blue veins traced their way beneath the surface, faintly illuminated by the glow of electricity coursing through Clara’s body. Overhead, the lights started to flicker as Clara’s body began to draw more power. Maria leaped across the room to the outlet. It was sparking and smoking angrily, but the cord seemed safe to touch. She yanked it with all her might. The plug popped from the socket with a loud “CRACK!” filling the room with the scent of ozone. At the instant the plug was pulled, the lights in the room went out. Yells and cursing from the hall seemed to indicate it was out for the entire floor, if not the whole building. The room was still illuminated by the outside light coming in through the venitian blinds slats, but after the blinding display of pyrotechnics they had just experienced, the room might as well have been pitch black. “Shit, Clara, are you all right?” Maria groped around in the dark, her vision obscured by the large, purple afterimage of the blinding plasma ball. The room smelled like burnt plastic and ozone. Clara as not responding. “Come on, Clara, answer me!” she blundered into something huge and soft. It was like crawling face first into a yoga ball full of pudding. “Ow! My boob!” Clara yelped, slapping at Maria in the dim light. “Sorry,” said Maria, nursing the sting of Clara’s blows. “Why didn’t you answer? I thought I’d killed you!” Clara took a deep breath and sighed. “I was busy trying to figure out how my life ended up like this—with me pinned to the floor beneath giant boobs the size of… fuck, how big are these?” Maria rubbed her eyes and tried to squint through the purple and green clouds in her vision. They slowly began to clear. “They look like big, pink beach balls,” Maria said with amusement. “Maybe a little bigger?” “Really? They feel heavier,” Clara grunted, trying to sit up. Her colossal orbs shifted, rolling down her torso before landing heavily in her lap. Sitting Indian-style, they obscured her legs almost completely. Maria let out a whistle of admiration. Now that her vision was returning, she could really appreciate the epic bulk of Clara’s monstrous milk-dispensers. “Holy shit, those are huge!” she licked her lips hungrily at the sight. “Jesus Christ! Your nipples, have you seen your nipples?” “No, why?” Clara asked, craned her neck. “How big are they? I can’t see them from here.” “They’re fucking huge,” Maria grabbed one. The tender protuberance of Clara’s right nipple must have been four inches long. It was nearly as thick as her wrist! She ran her thumb over the top, rolling the flesh in little circles that set Clara sucking on her teeth. “Clara, I gotta suck on them,” Maria didn’t wait for Clara’s response, she just opened wide and dove in, deepthroating the swollen teat with gusto. “Mmmh,” Clara moaned, leaning in, pressing to warm flesh of her colossal breast into Maria’s face. The bottom of her monster mam rested heavily on Maria’s chest, dwarfing the Latin beauty’s newly enlarged F-cup tits. Maria lifted her boobs up to the beach-ball sized bundle, cradling it in her own ample cleavage.
Her nipple must not have been fully erect. Maria could feel it swelling larger in her mouth, its already impossible length and girth pushing her jaws wider, forcing her to accommodate every inch. With her free hand, Maria started working Clara’s left breast, groping and massaging the soft flesh until her hand struck the warm, soft, springy base of her other nipple. Maria gave it a few experimental tugs, feeling it grow in her hand, and then pulled herself from the right teat. She gave it a slippery kiss, a rope of saliva still dangling from her mouth, and then moved on to Clara’s left nipple, suckling it with the fervor of a hungry calf. With her left hand, Maria began to work Clara’s freshly lubricated right nipple, stroking it in time ith the rhythm of her suction. Having both her nipples stimulated in tandem was enough to get Clara’s heart racing. They’re so sensitive, Clara thought. I could cum… just like this! “Ooh, Maria,” she moaned. “Your tongue is –ooh– your tongue is amazing!”
She was struck by the unwelcome memory that she had said almost those exact words to Denise the previous night, but the thought was quickly swept away by another onrush of pleasure. She began to feel the familiar fire prickling to life in her loins. “Your nipples are so fucking hard!” Maria remarked between slurps. “I wonder…” She paused. “Why’d you stop?” Clara asked, breathing heavily. “I was just wondering…” Maria playfully sproinged one of Clara’s nipples with her fingertip, appraising its elasticity. “Wondering what? Get back to sucking!” Clara commanded sternly. Maria was taken aback by the force in her voice. She very nearly complied without thinking. She as able to stop herself, but only just. “Er… I was just thinking how much your nipples reminded me of my roommate’s dildo. I kinda ant to try fucking them…” “ Fucking my nipples?” Clara gave an incredulous smirk. “Well, yeah. I told you, these things are fucking huge,” Maria got a good grip and, with some effort, lifted one of Clara’s nipples into her field of vision. The fleshy teat was the size of a bratwurst. Pink and gleaming in the dim light. Thanks to Maria’s enthusiastic suction, it was over six inches long.
“Holy shit!” Clara gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. “See? Didn’t I say they were big?” Maria asked smugly. “Yeah, but… shit!” Clara was still flabbergasted. “I’m actually surprised they’re not bigger, considering the dramatic light show you put on,” Maria mused, looking Clara up and down. “Although…” “Although what?” “Stand up real quick,” Maria urged. “Urghh!” Clara grunted. She had to rock herself from side to side before getting up enough momentum to start standing, and it still took Maria’s help to get her to her feet. “Damn, Clara!” Maria said appreciatively. “Look at you!” “What?” Clara craned her neck. “Oh, wow!” “Your whole body’s filled out! Check out that bloated butt!” Maria’s hand snapped out and gave Clara’s ample posterior a hearty spank, sending out ripples that lasted long after she’d withdrawn her hand. Clara’s gawky body was transformed. Her skinny, ballerina like body had vanished behind pound after pound of curvy, gleaming flesh. Her cherry-tomato butt, once so tiny and tight, was now broad and expansive, with plenty o bubble. It formed a nearly horizontal shelf before curving down to join with luscious, vanilla white thighs that were as smooth as cream. Her waist was as narrow as ever, but now it served as the meeting point between two halves of an hourglass figure too intense to be real. It’s no wonder Maria found herself drooling at the sight. “Fuck, I’ve just gotta ride you now,” Maria bit her lip, her mind racing with the infinite possibilities Clara’s deliciously decadent curves presented. “Or maybe I’ll ride you for a change,” Clara’s grin was almost predatory. Even from a few feet away Maria could feel the heat rising off the redheaded hottie’s body. She felt herself get wet and hot and scared all at the same time. What happened to the shy nerd that had nearly broken down crying in front of everyone at the lecture hall? The timid, girlish demeanor Clara had exhibited the first time they met had been replaced by a more confident, even aggressive, poise. But, Clara’s intense horniness was contagious, and Maria did not spend too much time dwelling on Clara’s apparent shift in personality. As worked up as she had been before, Maria found herself getting more aroused every second. Maybe Clara really was radiating some kind of sci-fi sex energy? Maria reached out to embrace one of Clara’s torso-dwarfing boobs… “Ah ha!” the door bust open and Denise barged in, her eyes alight, her gargantuan G-cup gazongas —how small they seemed now, next to Clara’s—heaving with Teutonic passion. However, the sight of Clara’s newly enhanced body stopped her dead in her tracks. Whatever outburst she had planned died on the tip of her stammering tongue. “I, I…. uh,” Denise’s stuttering petered out as she drank in the enormity of Clara’s boobs. Clara did not reciprocate her roommate’s awe. “What are you doing here?” she huffed. Denise cleared her throat and squared her shoulders. A few deep breaths — and a conscious effort
to keep her eyes above Clara’s shoulders — restored her composure. “When I heard there was a power outage localized to this dorm, I knew it was connected to you. I see you’ve been busy exploiting the corollary effects between electricity and orgone energy!” she said. “Ugh! Get out of here, Denise!” Clara groaned, stomping her foot. The action sent ripples through all her generous curves. “Your stupid science talk is totally wrecking the mood.” “On the contrary,” Denise strode across the room to the window, shoving her way between Clara and Maria as she went. There was a brief boob-jam before she was able to squeeze through. “I am setting a more appropriate mood for science!” “Are you for real?” Maria snorted. “Tell me you’re not doing a fake mad scientist accent.” “I’m Swiss,” Denise huffed. “Whatever,” Maria rolled her eyes. “Anyway, Clara doesn’t need you or your science experiments. With her bod, she can do anything or have anyone she wants!” Clara smiled appreciatively and pulled Maria close, wrapping her arm over her shoulder. Clara had nearly a foot of height on the lusty Latina, and ended up nearly suffocating her inside her colossal coconuts. “Hmpf!” Denise snorted. “And who do you think is responsible for the aforementioned ‘bod’, hmm? If it hadn’t been for my research and my equipment, Clara here would still be nothing but a illowy, flat chested little nobody!” Clara gasped, her eyes momentarily filling with tears. She hurriedly blinked them away. Denise stood there, arms crossed beneath her own behemoth rack, glaring haughtily at Clara and her friend. Clara’s expression hardened. In one step, she crossed the room, putting herself nipple to face with her former friend. “Fuck…” Clara raised her hand high. “YOU!” With all her strength, she slapped Denise across the face. The force of the blow was somewhat mitigated by the awkward angle at which Clara had to hold her arm to get past her beachball-sized boobs, but the emotional shock was every bit as powerful as Clara intended. Denise was stunned into silence, sinking slowly into a sitting position beneath the window. From that perspective, all she could see were Clara’s face disappearing behind the pink orbs of her two, enormous, elephantine breasts. “You didn’t do anything except treat me like dirt for four years. I can’t believe I used to admire you,” Clara growled. Turning to Maria she commanded, “Help me find something to wear. I’m suddenly in the mood to show off.” Maria giggled and clapped her hands. This was going to be fun! Of course, there was nothing in Clara’s wardrobe that would fit her new, epic proportions. Denise sat in silence as the pair rummaged through Clara’s drawers and closet looking for anything that ould at least try to preserve her modesty. When those spots came up dry, they turned to Denise’s side of the room. Denise still had enough pride to muster an objection to them going through her belongings, but a stern glare from Clara was all it took to send her back to her spot under the window.
Denise needn’t have worried about them making off with her clothes. Nothing she had came remotely close to covering Clara’s outrageous tits. Maria scratched her head, her eyes darting desperately around the room. The throw blanket idea that she had used on herself was not going to work on Clara. She needed something bigger. “What if we used… bed sheets?” she asked, her gaze settling on Clara’s bed. “We could like, rig some sort of toga thing.” “It’s worth a shot,” Clara shrugged. “Yes, brilliant,” Denise muttered under her breath. They tore the sheets off the bed and began wrapping them around Clara’s voluptuous curves, eventually crafting a sort of toga/sling hybrid that managed to support her bountiful bust while still looking flowing and stylish at the same time. “Beautiful,” said Maria, tying off the knot at the back. “You look like some kind of sex goddess.” “I feel like some kind of sex goddess,” purred Clara, twisting to admire herself. “And you’re my first acolyte.” Maria smiled and snuggled up to Clara’s behemoth bosoms. “So, where to, master ?” she asked, relishing the role of a submissive acolyte to the voluminously curvy goddess. “Somewhere to try out the idea you had before we were so rudely interrupted,” Clara purred, tracing a finger delicately across Maria’s chin.
“I know just the place,” Maria smiled. The two departed without a word to Denise, though Clara did take the time to flash her a lascivious
ink on the way out. * ** Denise flipped double birds at her treacherous roommate, but it was a futile gesture of petulance. Hurt and angry, she pushed herself up off the ground, grunting with the effort of lifting her G-cup assets. She had been running around with these heavy hangers all day. She had no idea how Clara was not thoroughly exhausted by now. If anything, she seemed to be more energetic than ever! She theorized that it had something to do with the rapid accumulation of orgone in her body, but if the silly girl was not willing to sit still long enough to submit to testing, how could they ever know for sure? Clara was obviously letting her emotions cloud her judgment and now she was running of with that… that hussy! Not that Denise would ever succumb to the base motion of jealousy. Maria’s interference was only frustrating because it added unnecessary variables to the situation. It would be much better if Denise had those amazing boobs all to herself! That is to say, if she were free to observe Clara’s secondary sexual characteristics unhindered by interpersonal complications that might compromise objectivity. Denise sighed and crossed the room to her computer. If Clara had only been patient, she might have had the chance to set up her bioelectric monitoring program and test the— “Huh…?” Denise paused. Apparently the program was still running from the previous night. She opened the tab at the bottom of her desktop and the program window expanded to fill the screen. Denise’s jaw practically fell into her cleavage. “Impossible!” she reviewed the graph, scrolling frantically through the past few hours. Just as before, the monitors had recorded a spike in bioelectric energy strong enough to register on the sensors without direct contact on the skin. However, unlike the previous night, where the spike as relatively small, the one that had occurred in the past hour was hundreds, possibly thousands o times more powerful! There was no way to tell for sure, because the spike exceeded the graphs upper limit. In other words, Clara’s orgone levels were literally off the charts! Worse, the graph was still lingering on the high end of the scale, even though Clara was long gone. The extent of her orgone field must be enormous! The implications boggled Denise’s mind. If Clara orgasmed now… She did not waste any more time speculating; she rushed to her closet, praying there were enough spare parts there to build a new Cloudbuster. Or in this case, a boob- buster. * ** Clara and Maria strolled leisurely through the quad, drinking in the warm spring air. It was between classes now and the quad was littered with students enjoying the weather, lounging on the grass, making out, tossing novelty flying discs to one another. Boink! A shirtless bohemian caught his friend’s disc toss right in the face. It barely registered; he was mesmerized by the bouncing goddess of bounty that was crossing the lawn.
The duo made quite a sight. Clara with her odd toga/sneaker combo and Maria dressed in an overstressed gray polo shirt and tattered pants that barely covered her bulbous backside. Everywhere they went, heads turned and conversations died. Anyone who had a phone whipped it out to snap a pic. “You know, Denise was right about one thing,” said Clara. “What’s that?” asked Maria, leaning fondly against one of Clara’s titanic tits. Her own F-cups ere quite a burden, and lugging them around was making her back ache. Somehow, Clara seemed to suffer no such affliction; despite her boobs being nearly the size of her torso, Clara carried them with ease, even if she needed a little help manipulating them sometimes. “Orgone energy,” Clara answered. “Even after my boobs got zapped, I figured orgone energy was a crock of shit, but lately I’ve been getting these strange feelings…” “Feelings?” Maria blinked up at her friend. “Like wind, or ocean currents moving around me. If I relax… it’s almost as if I can see them,” she gestured vaguely, swishing her hand through the air as if she were stirring something. “It’s almost as if… I can control them,” she continued. “Freaky,” Maria pursed her lips, unsure just how she should feel about this. On any other day, she ould have written Clara off as some new-age hippie nut job. But after the things she’d experienced, maybe orgone energy was not so far-fetched… “I want to try something,” said Clara. “Oh?” Maria asked excitedly as they stopped. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” Clara instructed. “‘Kay,” Maria did as she was asked. Clara took Maria’s hands in hers and squeezed her eyes shut in concentration. “What’s supposed to… ohhh!” Maria felt a heat building up inside her, rising and rising. It was a strange sensation, becoming aroused just out of the blue. It was even stranger when the pleasure started to build. Orgasmic sensations bloomed without the accompanying physical motions. It was a bit like having a wet daydream. Sexual images flashed through her head and she felt her heart racing. She let out a little sigh. “Fuck,” she panted. Clara was gritting her teeth with the effort of concentration, and beginning to pant heavily. Their audience was beginning to watch with concern as well as curiosity. “Aaaah!” Clara opened her eyes, gasping for breath. “Clara that was amazing!” Maria swooned. Her stupid smile faded when she saw Clara’s flushed expression. “Are you all right?” “I’m fine. Did you come?” she panted. “No, but I’m fucking close,” Maria answered breathlessly, dipping a hand down into her tattered eans. She was sporting a clit-boner the likes of which she had never felt. Her panties were soaked through as well. “I guess I still need more orgone or something,” mused Clara. “I’m not powerful enough.” “We can worry about that later,” Maria grinned. “Right now, I need to fuck!!!” She grabbed Clara by the arm and started to lead her back in the direction of the athletic buildings.
“Oh, not that sweaty laundry room again,” Clara wrinkled her nose. “Not there. I know someplace even better!” Maria pulled excitedly. “Wherever it is, I hope it has atmosphere,” Clara groused.
Chapter 9: Out-of-Control Group “How’s this for atmosphere?” Maria smiled proudly. Clara stood on her tiptoes in order to crane her neck out past the front of her breasts, and nearly ended up crushing a console full of expensive looking electronics in the process. She wanted to press her face up to the glass, but the bumper of breasts on her chest prevented that by nearly a foot. “I’ll admit, it’s got a hell of a view,” Clara smirked over the tops of her tits. Maria had used her handy-dandy all-access keys to get them into the commentator’s booth overlooking the basketball court. The Bradford Cheerleading Team was holding practice on the court below. A dozen girls in Bradford red and black were cavorting on the pine. Their short skirts flouncing merrily as they went through their routines. Clara and Maria both took a few minutes to admire the tableau. So many girls bouncing together, Clara felt herself getting very hot again. When the Benedict Pharmodyne Corporation remodeled Bradford College back in 2000, they had really gone all out. The state-of-the-art booth was packed with camera equipment, sound mixers, video displays and all kinds of indecipherable equipment that only the AV club had to worry about. “So, is this a suitable temple for the goddess of boobs?” asked Maria. “For now…” answered Clara, turning to the bootylicious Latina. “Do you know how to turn all this stuff on?” “It shouldn’t be too hard… why?” asked Maria. “Are you honestly trying to get bigger? Maria wasn’t sure whether to be excited or scared at the prospect. The words “for now” hung in the air like storm clouds, beautiful and menacing at the same time. “Of course I am,” Clara declared with intensity. “This… this new power I’m starting to experience… I’m hungry for more!” “I’m not sure… why do you of all people need bigger boobs?” Even as Maria said it, she could not help but feel excited at the prospect of seeing those gorgeous globes expanding before her very eyes. Clara’s only answer was a coy, but calculating smile. Maria vacillated for a few more seconds, but could not resist the temptation of seeing Clara expand to bigger and better sizes. She began turning on the equipment. “Ohh wow, I can really feel it this time,” Clara cooed, plopping herself down in one of the commentator’s seats. Her broad butt barely fit between the armrests and the chair’s castors squeaked in protest of her tremendous mass, but it held. She laid back and let the energy wash over her. “Holy shit, you’re getting bigger already!” Maria’s eyes boggled. While the rate of her growth wasn’t as extreme as it had been during their experiment in the dorms, it was steady and measurable. Clara’s boobs wouldn’t stay beach balls for much longer. She was already starting to fill out her voluminous toga. Her legs and thighs were thickening, too, becoming more curvaceous and shapely as her body absorbed orgone energy. Her butt swelled outward, slowly creeping over the edges of her seat. What Maria was really watching though were Clara’s nipples. The sheets did nothing to hide their splendor, and they jutted out from underneath Clara’s toga. If she was going to mount them, she had to do it now, before they got too big.
“Clara, do you think you could lay down on the ground for me?” Maria asked, licking her chops at the sight of Clara’s ever expanding teats. “What do you have in mind?” Clara purred, rising up from the chair. The armrests caught on her butt and the chair rose with her. She gave a smirk of amusement, rolling her eyes as if getting stuck ere an absent minded mistake. With a flick of her wrist, a wisp of green mist trickled out of her fingers and slithered down her arm, gliding down her body until it reached her capacious backside, here it vanished in a small “poof.” The swollen globes of flesh retracted just enough to allow the chair to slide off, before plumping back up to size, plus a few extra inches. Maria had been too entranced by the sight of Clara’s swaying babyfeeders to notice the magical moment, although the puff of green smoke drew her eye to Clara’s undeniably irresistible butt. “God, your ass is gorgeous!” Maria grinned, copping a feel. Her hand sunk into the soft flesh like dough. She grabbed and squeezed with all her might. “Rarr! Your butt’s going to be bigger than mine pretty soon…” “No, that distinction will always be yours, my Latin acolyte,” Clara said with a meaningful wink. “Now, did you still want me to lie down? You might want to move out of the way, unless the idea is for me to squish you.” “I don’t think I would mind that,” Maria said dreamily, but backed away so that Clara could lay flat. Clara’s titanic tits slid heavily to either side of her torso, but were too big to fully separate. Even ith her nipples pointed at a forty five degree angle from one another, the girl still had some epic cleavage. “All right, here goes…” Maria doffed her ragged pants and maneuvered herself until she was
straddling one of Clara’s mammoth mammaries. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” asked Clara, her sultry voice taking on the playful growl of a lioness toying with her prey. She craned her neck to see over the increasingly distant horizon of her tits. Maria hesitated for a moment, frozen like a deer under Clara’s predatory gaze. It wasn’t fear that gripped her, but the hot, insatiable lust that seemed to ooze like molten lava from those eyes. “Um… Mounting your tits? Um… yes,” Maria quivered, Clara’s gaze still burning into her, lighting a fire in her loins that threatened to consume her very being. Clara slowly nodded her approval, her smoldering stare softening into a sly smile that made Maria melt like butter. The ultra-busty goddess cast her fiery gaze down at her nipples. There was a brief twinkle of green, and the generous flesh pylons stretched and hardened. Maria’s throat went dry, all the moisture in her body rushing to lubricate her positively flooded nether regions. She gazed in ondrous lust at the quivering protrusions. There was no question, Clara had actually commanded her nipples to harden and lengthen into a pair of dildo teats! Maria grunted as she reached down between her legs to grab and correctly position Clara’s long, uicy teat. Normally she wouldn’t even fantasize about taking something that huge but, ever since Clara zapped her, Maria was feeling especially adventurous. Clara’s seven-inch, dildo-like nipples ere nothing; in her current state of horniness, she felt like she could take on a anything! Maria was already well-lubricated, and it only took a little effort to squeeze it into her starving pussy. “Ooh, you’re so tight!” Clara purred, relishing the incredible sensitivity of her nipples. “Tight? Are you kidding? Your boobs are hung like horses!” Maria managed to wheeze out between deep breaths. Even wetter than she’d ever been in her life, it was still a herculean effort to slide down Clara’s turgid milkpole. It wasn’t getting any easier, either; the damn things were getting bigger every second. “Fuuuuck!” Maria moaned as the next two inches slid inside her. She tried to see just how much farther there was to go, but couldn’t see past her own tits! She’s just have to feel her way down… Five more inches… Four… “Urgh!” Maria moaned. The sensation of having her pussy distended like this was more pain and pleasure than she’d ever imagined in one place. “Come on, Maria,” Clara teased, “you can do better than that. Please me, acolyte!” Three, two… Two! It was hard to descend beyond a certain point, Clara’s boobs had too much give, the harder she pushed, the more they squished. She started bouncing, straddling Clara’s monster tit like a yoga ball. Clara took pity on Maria’s plight. She closed her eyes and sighed. A wisp of green mist escaped her lips, wafting its way up her chest to Maria, where is slipped inside her pussy. Maria felt a tingle inside her cunt, a stretching, growing sensation. The stabbing pain in her cervix vanished as her vagina gained just enough elasticity to take Clara’s mammoth teat. The last inch slid in. Maria began to ride.
“Ooh, yessssssssss, just like that!” Clara chanted in time with Maria’s thrusts. “Oh fuck yes,” Maria stabilized herself square on top of Clara’s goliath gazonga, planting her feet firmly on either side and placing her hands in front and behind herself, gaining her full control over her balance and depth on the wobbly surface. “Aaah!” Maria moaned in startled pleasure as Clara underwent a sudden, brief growth spurt. The huge boob underneath Maria’s behind swelled between her thighs, forcing her legs apart even further. “Ah, ah, ah!” the girls panted in unison as Maria bounced. Inch after fat inch penetrated Maria’s hungry pussy. “I’ve never felt anything this deep before!” Maria groaned, relishing the stretching sensation in her pussy. Her distended snatch was spread wider than she ever thought possible, her throbbing clit quivered as it passed each ripple and bump of Clara’s dong-like nipples. “Fuck this is amaaaaaaazing!” Clara moaned. “Now, do the other one!” “You… you want me to switch?” asked Maria, a hint of trepidation creeping into her voice over the prospect of having to stuff Clara’s nipple up her pussy again, especially now that they had grown larger than the first time. “No, don’t stop!” Clara commanded before Maria could extricate herself. “Just… jerk it off while you ride that one.” “Like this?” Maria leaned over until she was lying almost prone across Clara’s breasts. She took Clara’s free nipple in both hands, admiring the length and girth. “I can’t believe I fit something this big inside me!” she said, awed by the now nearly nine inch protrusion of pink perfection.
Stretching her jaw to the limit, she opened wide and began to suckle on Clara’s turgid teat. “Aaaahh! Yeeeessssss!” Clara squirmed ecstatically at the double dose of stimulation. Her gyrations added extra oomph to Maria’s already enthusiastic thrusts, and Maria quickly found herself on the receiving end of her first nipple penetration fueled orgasm. “Ooooohhh God!” she exclaimed, her pussy spasmed with pleasure, gushing copious amounts o uice and adding a gleaming layer of cunt honey to Clara’s overabundant bust. She felt like a lemon twisting on a juicer; Clara’s monster nipples were squeezing orgasms out of her as the protuberances double-teamed her, and she was dead-set on reciprocating. There was no way she could deep throat such a huge helping of womanflesh, but that didn’t stop her from making it better than halfway. There was still enough of Clara’s nipple left to jerk off with one hand and she did so with gusto. As Clara’s pleasure rose, so did her rate of growth. The hum of electronics in the background increased in volume as Clara’s body drew more energy from the environment and converted it into mass. Clara’s skin was clearing as well, her muscles taking on firm, toned perfection, rounded off by a healthy frosting of soft flesh. “Ooof! I hope you come soon, I’m starting to run out of room down there,” Maria grunted. Her body exploded in orgasm again and a fresh helping of pussy juice drenched Clara’s left tit. “Maria, hold on tight I’m ooohh… I’m Ooooooh…. I’m Aaaaahh!!!” Clara arched her back, a hot, fiery orgasm erupting from her nipples and overtaking her whole body like a tidal wave. The orgone pulse she released was so strong, Maria was temporarily dazzled by the green light. It bounced off the walls in a dazzling display of green sparkles. Sparks of St. Elmo’s Fire danced across the surface of the AV equipment and the lights flickered on and off in time with Clara’s screams of pleasure. Maria’s pussy shuddered as orgone energy poured out of Clara’s nipples and into her cervix, here it promptly exploded into the rest of her body. Her plump ass, already big beyond Sir Mix-ALot’s wildest fantasies, began to inflate, firm, elastic flesh ballooning outward at incredible speed and completely enveloping Clara’s platter-sized areola. A blast of orgone energy flooded Maria’s mouth, too. Her lips tingled and her tongue buzzed as if she’d licked a battery before going completely numb. She felt the strange energy pour down her throat into her chest and stomach, filling every crevice of her being. “Aaah!” she pulled Clara’s teat out of her mouth, slurping loudly as the lengthy appendage slid between her rapidly puffing lips. “Wow!” Meanwhile, Maria’s chest mas making a good show of catching up to the rest of her assets. Her gray polo shirt, barely adequate to cover her former F-cups, was now straining to contain an even larger mammary mass. “Fuck, my shirt is crushing my tits!” Maria complained, struggling to take it off. It was already almost too late! Her boobs were larger than the opening at the bottom of her shirt, and still growing. “Oh hell! There it goes!” Maria’s shirt began to rip. Seams pop-pop-popped like bursting bolts in a sinking submarine. “Aaargh!” Maria’s strained polo couldn’t hold itself together. It was as if every seam burst at once, the shirt disintegrating into ragged strips in an instant, the tattered remains draped over her shoulders like a tattered cape. Maria’s smooth, dark olive tits bounded out like basketballs, drinking in orgone
ith abandon as they continued to expand into the open air. Meanwhile, Clara’s supercharged body continued to pump orgone into Maria’s pussy. Her labia and clit plumped up tremendously, each fold of her wet vaginal lips swelled into a red petal of pleasure that gripped the tremendous teat that was stuffed into her pussy. At the same time, her ass swelled to three, no, four times its previous size. Had the scientifically-minded Denise been there, she could have alerted the bootylicious Latina that her hip size had just broken a hundred inches. Each of her cheeks could have smuggled a soccer ball inside their plush curves.
The combination of Clara’s orgasm-fueled bronco-bucks and Maria’s hyper-lubricated pussy was enough to dislodge Maria from her perch, sending her tumbling to the floor in an avalanche of T&A. “Fuuuuuuuuuck!” Maria’s pussy gushed as the third and largest orgasm washed up and down her entire body. While Maria might have borne the brunt of Clara’s expansion-inducing orgone wave, the two girls thrashing in the rapidly shrinking commentator booth were not the only ones feeling the effects o orgone overdose. Down below on the basketball court, strange phenomena began to overtake the Bradford College Cheerleading Team. It started with a tingle. A few of the girls giggled as their sensitive areas began to flicker with heat. None of them noticed it was happening to the other girls as well until the first wave of orgone struck them. Fourteen girls all coming simultaneously in the middle of practice wasn’t something easy to ignore. For a few girls it was a simple sigh of release. For others it was something more intense. Ruby Gillespie, for example, dropped, groaning, to her knees. A clear trickle of pleasure juice drooled from her suddenly stimulated orifice.
The group orgasm brought practice grinding — literally, in the case of a couple girls — to a halt. The girls looked around in embarrassed confusion, their deep blushes betraying each of their shame. “Well,” Felicia, the Cheer Captain laughed weakly. “I, uhhh, umm… can really feel the energy today!” The girls nodded in bashful agreement. One girl excused herself to the bathroom, running with her knees together in an awkward gait. “Hokay!” Felicia did an awkward little jig. “Let’s skip the high kicks and move on to pom-pom umps for now. Whaddya say?” Her panties were soaked through and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to do any moves that involved flashing her underwear. The rest of the girls seemed to hesitantly agree and got into formation for pom-pom jumps. “Okay!” Felicia rallied the girls. “One, two, three GOOOOOO! Squirrels!” On the first jump, Big Tina’s tits bounced right out of her top. The busty lass had always been a little big for her uniform, but bouncing out? “Ohmigosh, I’m so sorry!” Big Tina blushed deeper than before and turned away to tuck her tits back into her black and red tank top. The stubborn spheres did not seem to want to go in, however. Had her top shrunk in the wash? “It’s okay Tina, I wish I had your problems,” Jamie offered supportively. Jamie’s bra was feeling a little less supportive, however. The fragile A-cup burst its clasps with barely a murmur and Jamie felt an unfamiliar weight on her chest. “Looks like you might just get your wish,” observed Lucy. “What, Ohmigod!” Jamie jumped back, as if she could escape her own boobs. The rebelliously rotund tits were now considerably larger, swelling through the alphabet of bra-sizes faster than one could say them out loud. “Ahh! What’s happening to my butt!” The girls all turned to face Su-Lin, a very short, very slim Asian girl whose small stature always ensured her a spot near the top of the human pyramid. At least, she used to be slim… Her backside was blowing up faster than a balloon at a birthday party. Her tight, size-zero shorts were quickly swallowed completely by her encroaching butt cheeks. Her shorts were not the only garment that was fighting a losing battle; Su-Lin’s tiny black tank top as stretched like a rubber band across her chest, fighting desperately to contain a pair of boobs the size of basketballs. Riiiip! Tearrrr! Pop! “Aiieeee!” All over the court, clothing started to split and rupture as hundreds of pounds of new flesh jostled for room on the girls’ bodies. Big Tina, a curvy girl already known for her incredibly endowed chest was putting on more real inches than any surgically enhanced pornstar. Her breasts fell from her shirt in watermelon-sized globes that continued to swell larger. Conversely, Cheer Captain Felicia got to keep her wasp waist, but it was completely hidden
between her torso-covering boobs and her life-raft-dwarfing butt. “What’s going on?” One of the girls screamed. “Help!” Cried another girl who was pinned to the ground by her rapidly expanding set of couchsized boobs.
The few girls who were still mobile bolted for the exits, only to jam themselves inextricably together when they all reached the opening at once. There they stuck, the orgone energy enlarging them as they stood, too big to move forward or backward. Anyone happening by the doors to the basketball court would have been treated to the sight of a wall of colossal tits spilling out of the gym and into the hall. The same thing happened at the back entrance as well. The doors leading to the outside were quickly jammed as, singly or in pairs, the once athletic girls discovered their boobs were too wide to fit through the double doors! Meanwhile, Clara and Maria’s growth was far from over. Lights and screens flickered and died in the commentators’ booth as Clara’s body binged itself on orgone. “It’s getting a little cramped in here,” observed Maria, her face squished up against the glass overlooking the court. Down below, she watched the chaos as the cheerleading team began to panic. A few girls were still lucky enough to stand under their own power, but more than one was immobilized by a butt or a pair of tits as big as her own body! A few could only slowly waddle as pussies the size of real camel’s toes bloomed between their legs, plump, pink lips bloating from their shorts and swallowing any material near their crotches. Even the act of walking was enough to elevate their engorged organs to quivering orgasm.
Maria might have been able to escape the quickly contracting space inside the booth except that Clara was between her and the door. Clara’s tits had exploded from the size of yoga balls to the size of beanbag chairs in only a few minutes. “Maria, are you okay?” Clara shouted into Maria’s expanding ass crack. Somehow the bottomheavy girl had gotten lifted up on the rising tide of Clara’s boobs and now they were stuck in a very uncomfortable position. “I think so –unffff– ” Maria grunted as the increasing pressure squeezed more of her into the indow. On either side of her, Clara’s breasts were rising like breaching whales. Nipples the size of traffic cones kissed the glass and began to flatten out as the breasts behind them swelled to fill every inch of space. Maria felt something give. A shudder ran through the plexiglass and she heard the squeal of twisting metal. “Clara? Does it feel like you’re going to stop growing any time soon?” Maria asked. It was getting really difficult to speak with her cheeks mashed together between the glass and her shoulder. “Why would I want to stop? This feels amazing!” Clara shouted. All around her, the currents of orgone energy were visible to her like ink trails in clear water. She took a deep breath, sucking the free energy into herself like a vacuum, willing herself to get bigger bigger bigger! She did not need to rely on flimsy electronics any more. She could control the orgone now! She really was the goddess of sex! Clara could feel the writhing, moaning bodies on the court below, could see the waves of orgone radiating from her body, flowing into them, filling them, nurturing them. She smiled and opened the floodgates a little more, willing the girls to grow bigger. Another snap, another groan. The whole booth trembled as the two girls grew bigger than the tiny space could hold.
“Clara, what are you doing?” Maria tried to cry out, but all she could manage was a grunt. She couldn’t turn her head, she could barely even breathe! All she could do was watch as the members of the Cheerleading Team disappeared into their own cleavages. A few of the girls were barely more than a head poking out from between a monster pair of boobs, while others were simply a torso mounted on a mammoth butt. A few were both! Creeaaaaaak! Maria saw the metal window frame distend and before she could squeak “Oh shit,” the whole window burst out of its mount, tumbling onto the pinewood court below, narrowly missing the knot of girls jammed into the exit. Maria followed the window out into the open air, tumbling forward, pulled inexorably down by the twin boulders attached to her chest. “AAAAAAAAAAHHH!” Maria screamed and the court flew up to meet her. She threw up her hands to shield her face, tensing for impact… It never came. Her scream faded to a whimper when she realized that she had stopped a few feet short of hitting the ground. She twisted her neck, looking back over the behemoth bulge of her butt to see what had arrested her momentum. Her eyes bulged like dinner plates when she saw that nothing was holding her up! She as hanging in midair! “H-how?” Maria asked. There was another squeal of metal and a crash as the commentators’ control console fell out of the gaping hole where the booth used to be and embedded itself in the wood below. More screams from the trapped cheerleaders as debris rained down on top of them, bouncing harmlessly off their enormous, elastic derrieres. The few cheerleaders who could see over the tops of their own cleavage gasped. Clara, now approximately the size of a truck, wiggled from the confines of the former commentators’ booth and drifted out into the open air as gently as a soap bubble. She hovered over the moaning, squirming iggling crowd like a dirigible (or, more accurately, a pair of dirigibles). After a few moments, she selected a suitable place to land and gently touched down on one toe. She turned to Maria and made a quick motion with her hand. “Aaah!” Maria yelped. An invisible force turned her right side up and set her down between Big Tina and Jamie, now both so engulfed by their own endowments that it was impossible to tell who
as who.
“Ohmigod,” Maria gasped, looking around at the struggling cheerleaders. “These poor girls. We have to help them!” “That’s exactly what I am doing,” smiled Clara imposingly. She stood regally and swept her arm in a wide circle, like a command. “They are right now in the throes of pleasure the likes of which they’ve never imagined!” Maria listened and realized that what she at first took to be cries of distress were actually cries o intense pleasure. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. “Clara, I think we should stop now,” Maria pleaded. “Maybe go back to the dorm? I dunno about you but I’m kind of tired…” she pantomimed a yawn. “After we’ve had some rest, I’d love to have sex again…” “Why rest? I can give you all the energy you need to fuck for the rest of your life!” Clara’s eyes flashed green and Maria felt herself filled with an intense horniness that threatened to drown all her other thoughts in an ocean of lust. “Oh God, fuck me now!” she found herself yelling. Clara smiled regally, it felt good to give her friends pleasure. She sent another blast of orgone at Maria’s pussy. The poor girl was overwhelmed. She doubled over from the excruciating ecstasy. “Fuck me, I’m begging you!” Maria pleaded. Clara crossed the room and helped Maria to stand. Even though between her tits and her ass, Maria must have weight over four hundred pounds, Clara lifted her like a feather and set her on her feet. “How could I fail to answer the prayers of my most favored acolyte?” Clara pressed her boobs into Maria’s embracing the smaller girl’s tits with her own. Suddenly, she jerked to a halt, freezing mid-stride as if she had just been splashed with a bucket of cold water. Her eyes flashed wide as she felt her gaze drawn to the exits. There was a commotion at the door. Girls were shouting and squirming and… Clara narrowed her eyes… shrinking ? “Agh!” Clara cried. “What’s happening?!” The pounds melted off the cheerleaders by the entrance like deflating balloons. Boobs the size o Volkswagens shrank down to the size of jumbo beach balls, then watermelons. One by one the girls broke free and bolted as fast as they could to freedom
“Clara!” shouted a familiar Swiss accent. “Stop this at once!” It was Denise! She charged onto the court like the proverbial cavalry. She pushed a hastily constructed Cloudbuster ahead of her, maneuvering it around the debris that littered the entrance. The tangle of wires and pipes was duct taped together and resting on the sawed off stump of Clara’s desk chair, its tiny plastic castors clicking frantically as Denise pushed it along. She’d shrunk her own assets down to more manageable E-cups and was wearing her full lab getup, complete with goggles; an outfit that Clara had always found irresistibly sexy. No doubt Denise had chosen it specifically to psyche out her former devotee. “Denise, so nice to see you,” Clara smiled. “Have you come to apologize?” “Apologize for what?” asked Denise, maneuvering the Cloudbuster over a particularly rough patch of debris. “For giving you the chance to be part of the greatest scientific discovery of all time?” Clara threw back her head and laughed, plating her hands on the broad plateau of her hips. “I’ll admit I owe you a debt of thanks for playing a part in unlocking my true potential, but all o this,” she gestured at the room full of moaning, sighing mountains of boobs and booty all around her, “I did by myself!” Denise felt a chill run through her. She could see that the orgone had not only affected Clara’s body, but her mind as well, warping her thoughts, strengthening and transforming her into a powerful being of command. “You’ve done nothing but waste your limitless potential on adolescent sexual escapades. That’s all you’d ever do if it weren’t for me! You need me!” Denise yelled. “No, Denise. I used to need you. I used to look up to you. I thought you were brilliant, beautiful and special, but these past two days I’ve come to see you for what you really are: nothing but a selfish, arrogant, insensitive bitch! And, as you can see, I’ve outgrown you…” Clara’s eyes flashed bright green again, the light pouring out of them flooded the room. Denise’s mouth dropped open in sudden panic and she fumbled to aim the Cloudbuster. But she was too late. With a mere thought, Clara lifted Denise up into the air. The heady currents of orgone energy suddenly shifted direction, gushing like a tidal wave into Denise. “Aaaaah!” Denise screamed as she was simultaneously engulfed in terror and pleasure. Her face locked into a rare expression of surprise and fear as she realized just how completely she had lost control. She was tossed into the air like a rag doll at Clara’s whim. She was about to be used… like a toy. Experiencing for the first time what she had so often done to others. Similar to the first time in the dorm room with Clara, but multiplied a hundred-fold, Denise felt the creeping tendrils of orgone penetrate her body, flooding it with mind-numbing ecstasy as her erogenous zones went nuclear. All under Clara’s control. Denise was powerless. She had failed. Her boobs doubled in size and doubled again, bursting the buttons of her lab coat and expanding outward in an inexorable wall of cleavage. Behind her, Denise’s butt erupted out of her slacks, matching the growth of her boobs inch for inch. Between her legs, a heavy, wet feeling filled her panties as her vagina bloomed like a spongy rose, a flood of vag-honey soaking her slacks. Clara was growing, too, but this time she was also growing taller and more statuesque. Her legs ere lengthening and her torso strengthening. Invisible currents of orgone spiraling around her like a cyclone, pouring into her body, making it grow… a wind began to whip up as the air spiraled to
follow the currents of orgone. She was poised like the true goddess she was about to become. Clara groaned in orgasmic lust as her body rose into the air, gaining height and curves that far surpassed those of any known human. Soon, she was almost twelve feet tall and rising, her monstrous tits keeping pace with her growth, swelling in front of her like a pair of greyhound buses. As her own body expanded into sexual extremity while floating in the air, Denise watched in awe as Clara rose above her. Slivers of horror stabbing the Swiss girl’s heart as she realized what she had done, what she had created in Clara. Now her hubris was being turned against her. Her body was about to be used just as she had used Clara’s friendship — without remorse and without permission.
Outside, heavy, gray clouds began to spiral around the athletic building, whirling with increasing speed as the tempest of orgone raged inside. On the quad, students began to moan and tear at their clothes as wave upon wave of orgasmic energy washed over them. Girls screamed in terror as their breasts exploded out of their blouses while dozens of men were startled (and delighted) to discover their formerly unremarkable cocks snaking down their legs like so many anaconda. Maria screamed as the wind whipped around the court, the streams of orgone visible even to her as they continued to pour into Denise and Clara’s orifices. Maria was the only girl left who could move under her own power. She had to do something! The Cloudbuster! It was right were Denise had left it. If she could only reach it… She lifted herself to her feet and began to waddle as quickly as she could over to the energyabsorbing machine. Her knees dug into her gargantuan gazongas with every step, and she had to stop and rest after only a few feet. Meanwhile, Clara’s head was nearly brushing the ceiling as the orgone inflated her body to titanic proportions. Very soon the spacious basketball court would be completely filled by the encroaching alls of Clara’s T&A. Maria managed to reach the Cloudbuster. The slapdash instrument was a confusing mess of wires, pipes and solder all jumbled together. She had to stand sideways to reach it, there was no way she as reaching over her couch-sized tits. “Denise!” she yelled over the din of rushing air. “Uh… uhhhuhh!” came the gibbering reply from the rapidly swelling blimp of boobs, butt and pussy that was suspended in midair. Pleasure glazed eyes, with only a hint of recognition turned
towards Maria. “How do I work this thing?” Maria called. “Fffflip… uhhhh…” Denise struggled to talk between orgasmic waves. “Fliiiiip the uhhhh!... Tthe green swnnnn nnnnh ah! Switch!” Maria looked frantically over the device until she found a hastily spliced toggle switch hanging from the back of the machine by a shard of duct tape. She took one last look at her friend. “I’m sorry,” Maria gritted her teeth and flipped the switch. The machine began to hum, but the clamorous wind continued to whip through the court and Clara as still getting bigger. “Nothing’s happening!” Maria yelled. “N… nnnnow, f-flip the unnnnn… yes-YES-YES!” Denise’s response dissolved into gibberish as the brain melting blasts of orgasm shredded her thoughts. “Which one?” Maria cried in a panic, terrified at the thought of losing Denise’s mind to the sexual maelstrom. “Fliaaaah the… the…. Ahh! The red AAAHHHH!” Denise blubbered, her muffled words melting into Clara’s canyonous cleavage. As big as Denise was, she had nearly vanished into Clara’s mountainous mammaries, which by now could easily give a titwank to a tractor trailer.
“Flip the red switch? Is that what you said?” Maria called desperately as the expanding bodies o Clara and Denise continued to fill her vision. There was no answer over the howl of wind and crackling energy. Denise had been completely engulfed. Maria scrambled over the machine until she found a red switch. She gritted her teeth, hoping it was the one Denise had been talking about, closed her eyes and flipped it. The Cloudbuster burst into life. It sounded like a blender, roaring angrily as it sucked in energy around itself. “AAAAAAAAGH!!!” Clara screamed. The device ripped the orgone energy from her body. Ropes of green lightning coiled out of her nipples and vanished into the pipes of the Cloudbuster. Maria was blown backwards as a second beam of energy burst from the top of Denise’s experimental machine, launching itself into the ceiling. The blinding light burned through the roof o the athletic center in seconds, exploding where it made contact with the gathering gray clouds above.
Clara’s screams dimmed as her body shrank, her godlike levels of orgone vanishing into the many protruding pipes of Denise’s machine. Her colossal tits began to withdraw back into her chest. Shrinking from the size of hot air balloons, to buses, cars, and finally, just basketballs. She drifted down from the ceiling toward a clearing amid the groggy cheerleading team, whose own behemoth boobs and butts were shrinking to a manageable size. Denise came down at the same time as Clara, the pair were locked in passionate embrace as they finally touched down.
“Clara, I’m sorry,” said Denise, stroking back an auburn lock from Clara’s forehead. “You were right about all those things you said about me. I should never have treated you that way.” “No, I wasn’t right,” answered Clara, her voice and demeanor shaky, once again at a mere mortal level. “You really are brilliant, and beautiful and special, even if you’re not the goddess I once thought you were.” “I think we both know who’s the goddess in this relationship,” smiled Denise, a gesture that would come with difficulty, but one that would come with ease one day. The pair locked lips again and squeezed as close as their matching pair of E-cups would allow. Maria looked over the other two women. While they had indeed been reverted to within “normal” range or proportions for a woman, they each retained a good amount of orgone enhanced features. Their breasts bubbled up in beautiful, full mounds as they squashed together. Clara was now a full four inches taller than when she had first met her, the once shy teen’s legs now stretching out from a curvaceous bubble butt in long, athletic columns. Both Clara and Denise’s faces were their own, but Maria could make out a subtle hint of tweaking to the eyes, cheeks, lips and jawlines that gave them a smoldering natural beauty.
“Any chance of me getting in on this?” asked Maria, waddling up to the happy couple. “I did just save the day and everything.” “Of course, c’mere!” Clara laughed, happy to see her lover had made it through the ordeal alive and unharmed as well. She maneuvered the group hug over to Maria’s side so she could embrace the pair in a one handed hug.
Chapter 10: Conclusions Denise took full responsibility for the destruction wreaked on the campus by Clara’s rampage. Since the incident happened so fast and was so otherworldly, the Bradford Administration had essentially no idea what had happened, except that it apparently involved the destruction of their state-of-the-art sports media center, a hole burned through the roof of the athletic building and the complete destruction of the cheerleading team uniforms. Denise had to pay for all the physical damages to the school out of pocket, but it did not hit her too hard. In true mad scientist fashion, she as the heir to a tremendous fortune. Denise also offered her services to help reverse the effects of orgone overdose that had been inflicted on the student body. Unsurprisingly, she got very few takers. Her main customers were the few cheerleaders who had not yet been restored to ambulatory status when Maria had depowered Clara, and the few men who discovered the impracticalities of lugging around a two-foot cock. Denise got a failing grade for her student thesis and had to repeat the class, but she achieved great success with her new thesis on stable relationship dynamics between polyamorous groups of three or more. Maria and Clara proved invaluable as both research assistants and examples of loving girlfriends. The breast expanding orgone energy never quite dissipated from the atmosphere around Bradford college, but you can hardly tell… except when it rains. END
