Expansive Writing

[kerneldesouza]

Kylie was the talk of the world now with her huge and glorious ass. Some were thinking she'd taken it too far, but millions of others were seeing her now as the girl of their fantasies and dreams, and that's what she'd wanted more than anything else.

[kerneldesouza]

It’s the new unspoken policy in schools. Forget the lesson plan; the real teaching happens when they turn to the board. It’s that slow, hypnotic rock of their hips, making that skirt tremble with every letter they write. They know every guy in the room is just trying to discreetly adjust himself, completely mesmerized by the jiggle. The subject doesn’t matter when the main demonstration is that ass.

[trjwritings]

ACP 531-Growth Goddess, "Attractor"

CLASS: Aphrodite

Containment Procedures: Subject is granted access to entertainment suite, including films, games, and sex toys. Media is to be screened for erotic content, themes of mind control, or themes involving sexual domination or submission. Subject is not permitted to access the Internet, or transmit images of herself in any way. Subject is to remain within psionic dampening field at all times.

Appeasement Procedures: Should psionic dampening be insufficient or interrupted, or should subject's psionic abilities overwhelm Foundation capacities, Team A-C3, "Asexual Avengers" are to subdue her. Team A-C3 permitted full array of pheromone grenades and vibration weaponry. HAZMAT gear required. All other personnel are to evacuate the facility immediately. Psionically affected personnel are to be sedated and administered with Class C amnestics immediately.

Description: ACP-531 is a 45-foot tall blonde woman named "Sarah," who has been affected by an unknown growth factor, likely due to products purchased from ACP-23, "Mistress Amaranth." She possesses extremely pronounced breasts and prefers to remain minimally clothed.

ACP-531 emits a potent psionic field when aroused, compelling men of sexualities less than or equal to 5 and women of sexualities greater than or equal to 1 on the Kinsey scale to become enraptured with her body and are subsequently deemed ACP-531-2 until they are freed of her influence. Instances of ACP-531-2 seek to orally pleasure ACP-531 via nipple stimulation or, should her nipples be occupied, cunnilingus. Achieving orgasm through nipple stimulation by an instance of ACP-531-2 causes the subject's body to grow taller and bustier, and appears to increase her overall libido. Potential increases in psionic capacity have been observed following growth. It is unknown as to whether ACP-531's increased libido and more frequent arousal causes this increase, or if the growth process directly influences her power.

Instances ACP 531-2 will escape enthrallment after inducing orgasm in their mistress, after two hours outside of her psionic field, or after being administered with Class C amnestics. Those who remember their experience may show signs of macrophilia, sexual submissiveness, or remaining loyalty to ACP 531.

When aroused, ACP-531 will first seek to gain psionic control over those nearest to her; limited experiments have suggested that such control can be exerted via physical proximity to her or via images of her that display her bust (see Addendum 1-A). Only after extensive foiled attempts to enthrall would-be worshippers will she attempt to pleasure herself. In this aroused state, ACP-531 becomes dominant, frequently addressing those around her as "toy," "pet," "servant," or "slave," regardless of their mental status.

Upon achieving sexual satisfaction, ACP-531 will return to a normal mental status, often displaying embarrassment at her previous attitude and describing her regained composure as "post-nut clarity." Uninterrupted, this more docile state will last for at minimum 8 hours, or until ACP-531 falls asleep. The length of these tranquil periods has been observed to decrease in length as ACP-531 increases in size, and are easily interrupted with minimal provocation (eg, erotic fiction, discussion of her powers, or vague allusions to sex). Deliberate attempts to arouse ACP-531 appear to temporarily bolster her psionic power (see Addendum 1-B)

History: ACP-531 was found unconscious by Response Team V-1C in the sorority house of Theta Iota Kappa (see relevant page) on the campus of Rhodes University following a party and considerable structural damage to the building. Subject was hungover and surrounded by unconscious sorority sisters, having grown to 15 feet tall following what she had described as "a really fun time with [her] roommate Cassie" and "collecting her first legion of toys." Subject then enthralled 3 out of the 5 members of Team V-1C, successfully achieving orgasm and growing to 20 feet before being sedated by Response Team captain Thomas Salminen. Affected sorority sisters and team members were administered with Class C amnestics to remove memories from the prior 24 hours. ACP-531 was transferred to a psionically secure holding facility at Site 85 in [REDACTED].

The subject referred to as "Cassie" is believed to have caused ACP-531's current status, and has thus been dubbed ACP-531-1. ACP-531-1 has not been found. No record of any student named "Cassie" or "Cassandra" has been observed rooming with ACP-531 at any point. ACP-531 was observed to live alone in a room meant for two people. The only evidence of a roommate was a, shopping bag recognized as originating from Mistress Amaranth's House of Enchantment, on an unoccupied bed.

[trjwritings]

"Hi, honey. Can we talk?"

...

"Oh, no, nothing bad. I just noticed some of the labels in my potion shipment this week."

...

"Oh, I do want to be bigger. Tits, ass, height, everything. I almost got stuck in the front door yesterday and the feeling of it..."

...

"Sorry. I got carried away. It's been happening a lot more this week. It was probably this little thing's fault."

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"Yes, that does say 'Libido booster.' It was in last week's bundle. I figured it might have a little bitty reason why I've spent this whole weekend with a vibrator between my legs."

...

"Oh. 'Part of the cowgirl bundle?' Hm. It wasn't in the other shipments. Must be new. Just like..."

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"Yes. Yes that does say 'Submissiveness.'"

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"Oh, I'm not upset. I'm glad I caught it, in fact. Just because I've been having fun dressing up in this number and watching people stare at my massive fucking cow tits doesn't mean I want to be your pet, you know."

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"Of course, honey. I know you wouldn't try to slip me a potion without my consent. At least, you won't after today."

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"What I mean? What I mean is this."

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"Give me a moment, I'll turn around in a bit."

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"I just poured the submissiveness potion into one of these glasses. I poured a skeletal resilience potion--you know, the kind that'll keep your pelvis from breaking if I get on top-- into the other."

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"Yes, they are hard to tell apart. That's why this game is so fun."

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"The rules? Oh, right. You get to pick which one of these glasses you want to drink from. Then I'm gonna take you upstairs, drink the five growth potions that I ordered, and ride you like the naughty little bull you are. If you're lucky--"

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"Oh, silly me. Looks like I mixed them both together! It's just like that one movie, right?"

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"Oh. Right. Submissiveness potion. Answer me. It's just like that one movie, right?"

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"Good boy. Now, drink that other glass too."

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"Now, follow me. Maybe if you do a good job this week I'll order an antidote for you. No promises."

[trjwritings]

R.T.F.M.

"She's just right through there," said your boss. "It's something to do with...I forgot what she said. Excel or or something." He gestured at a door that read "MARIE TRAVERS, DATA ENTRY, ACCOUNTING."

"Thank you sir." You looked over his shoulder, willing as much meaning as you could into the gesture. "What time did you say your meeting was?"

He pulled out his phone and looked, frowning, at the screen. "If I leave now, I'll make it. Let me know what the fix was." You could have sworn he said something else, but he was already facing away from you and walking off before he started his next sentence.

You opened the door to Marie's office. "Miss Travers? I'm from IT."

Under normal circumstances, you would have been polite enough to knock. Then again, under normal circumstances, somebody in data entry wouldn't have her own office, and she certainly wouldn't have looked like "Massive" Marie Travers.

She yelped as you opened the door, frantically minimizing a window whose contents you couldn't quite discern. She whirled around in her oversized office chair, shooting you a look that was equal parts glare and embarrassed blush.

"Did--did you knock? Sorry--" she stammered.

This reaction would have been far less threatening, even cute, from another woman. Marie was different though. Standing well over ten feet tall, she could look down at you even while seated. Even in her outlandishly-large office chair, her immense thighs were squeezed together, creating a soft expanse of flesh that could have filled up the back seat of your sedan. Her thighs and ass, the latter of which could have probably crushed your sedan, stretched her pants taut to the point of translucence. She was wearing a low-cut top, showing off a bust that appeared to be far heavier than you could lift. On a woman of Marie's height but more normal proportions, they would have been huge. On a normal woman's height, they'd probably break world records. On her, however, they seemed to blend in perfectly with her imposing size. You imagined her grabbing you and pulling you in, your head vanishing completely into her cleavage without a trace as the rest of her soft, all-encompassing--

You realized you were staring.

"Yes," you lied. "Sorry, I wasn't very loud. You were probably focused on something." You looked over her shoulder at the monitor, seeing the telltale icon of an incognito window on her taskbar. "Very focused."

Marie smiled, a little less guiltily than she should have. "Yeah, work's been a little intense lately," she said. "Especially after your last visit."

Your heart skipped a beat.

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Two weeks ago, you were a normal IT drone, and Marie Travers was 5'2". You had gone out drinking with some college friends, noticing that all of them were either dating or married, and left early to go sulk about your 5-year-long streak of being single.

As you waited on the curb, tipsily struggling with your Uber app, however, you noticed a strange storefront, one you hadn't noticed . Dismissing your fears, you walked in.

10 minutes, and a pleasant-yet-foreboding conversation with the goth chick who ran the place, and you walked out with a book titled "COSMOS: A Beginner's Guide to Reality Programming."

COSMOS, as it turned out, was a simple enough language to learn. A couple search functions, some guesswork with variable names, and a quick hand with the "undo_recent_changes" command were all you needed to make some introductory tweaks to your life. Your job was within walking distance now. You made enough money to live on your own. Your mattress no longer gave you a backache. Still, you had to be careful.

Marie was your first experiment with larger changes. You installed a simple background process on her computer while fixing a security glitch that you had caused. It was meant to test out a variety of functions you weren't familiar with, the most visible of them being a triggered physical alteration. Every hour that she goofed off at work, her "size" variable would increment by 1, whatever that meant, and her past would adjust accordingly to ensure that her new stature and assets would easily be explained away.

You hadn't accounted on Marie being a chronic slacker. By the end of the first week, she'd grown large enough to require more space than her colleagues, space which she'd taken advantage of to slack off even more. Now, she was too large for anything but an office, which, as you had anticipated, meant she'd be spending more time slacking off than actually working. You vaguely remembered hearing rumblings from HR in this new timelines, complaining about ordering new furniture to accommodate the new hire. You weren't sure if you wanted to uninstall the program yet, and you had aid this visit to help you make that decision.

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"Oh. Sorry about that," is all you managed to say. Now it was your turn to blush. "I'll see if there's any fixes I still need to make." You stepped in closer to the desk, half-readying yourself to sit down when you realized your predicament. "Um. If you uh. Do you have any, um. Smaller chairs?"

"Don't bother, cutie." Marie's tone turned sultry. You were about to turn around, when a pair of immense hands grabbed you under the shoulders and pulled you back. Your feet left the ground as you felt yourself being hoisted onto her soft thighs, each far wider than your body. You felt the warmth of her breasts through your shirt, her cleavage pressing up against your upper back and the base of your neck. "I'm far more comfortable." Marie scooted herself towards her desk, sealing off any hope of escape you had. She brought her keyboard--a model far larger than any you'd seen, but still comically small for her--closer towards you.

You pulled up the command line and type in a few characters. "Um--so what's the problem you've--uh--" You heart was beating a mile a minute as you remembered the other code you left in that background process.

"My problem is that my computer is too small," she said. You didn't dare turn around, but her grin was audible. "And I know why."

The words "I know" shot through you like a bullet. "I--what? How? Why?"

Without a word, Marie grabbed your head and tilted it backwards, showing you the pendant of a choker that, until this point, you hadn't seen. She leaned forward, touching it to the middle of your forehead.

A chill ran through you as the world seemed to pulse with new knowledge. The computer before you seemed to glow with an enchanted light; the growth spell, the reality alterations that would let a 10-foot-tall woman blend into the office, the security measures you put in place, all emanated from the monitor like an aura. With it, came an undeniable awareness of the magic it possessed.

From behind you came a strange, cold sensation that sent tingles down your spine and knowledge directly into your brain.

"Your necklace--magic, but--"

"An awareness enchantment," said Marie. You swear you could hear her tongue running along her teeth. "I got it as a going-away present after I worked with Mistress Amaranthe. I think you know her." Her tone brooked no disagreement.

"Yes. I--we talked."

"It's nothing special. It just lets me see if anything around me is magic. A lucky penny here, a cursed traffic light there, a computer that makes me to tall to stand up indoors and gives me an ass that gets stuck in my office door--"

"I can explain!" You tried to scoot off of Marie's lap, but your legs wouldn't respond. As though sensing your fear, Marie grabbed you by the waist, spun you around, and sat you on her desk, facing her.

"Why?"

"I--I didn't mean for you--I was just experimenting, and--please don't be mad?"

Marie smiled at you. It didn't make you feel better.

"Mad? Why would I be mad? I might not know what code you put in that program, but I know what it does."

You flash back to the night you wrote the program. Code flashes through your mind.

if size_is_incremented:

Marie.pleasure_at.size.increase(1)

"Oh," you said. "That was um. That was just supposed to make you feel better about yourself. Like, if you got too big, I didn't want it to screw up your life too much."

"Oh, it did," said Marie. An edge crept into her voice. "I didn't date during high school. Or college. They had to have a second podium at my graduation ceremony. They worried if One-Ton Travers got on the stage, she'd break it."

You blinked. "And...um. You're--"

"I'm One-Ton Travers, yes." A darkness passed over her face, then melted away. "Still, I guess it didn't fuck me up too much. It was really fun seeing people stare at me. Hearing their voices quiver. Thinking about what'd happen if I managed to take one home with me."

You realized she still had a hand on your thigh. She tightened her grip. "Um. Do the people in your fantasies...live?"

"Mostly."

You grab Marie's fingers and try to pry them off of you. "Well, that's great and all, but I'd really like to get to work."

"You would?" Marie looked almost disappointed. "That security measure suggested otherwise."

You blink and remember what you typed.

if program.discovered_by(Marie):

Marie.regard_for(Programmer).increase(500)

At the time, you had assumed that "regard_for" just meant professional respect. Judging by the fact that Marie had just grabbed you off of her desk and had her tongue jammed down your throat, you guessed you were wrong. You stopped struggling. You knew you didn't have a chance.

Marie pulled out of the kiss with a growl. "You've got two minutes to change your code," she told you. "Then I'm dragging you into a supply closet." She faced you towards the computer again.

With quivering fingers, you opened up your code. You knew that the next few lines you wrote would be the most important of your life.

You typed.

nearest.supply_closet.size += 1000

Programmer.bone_strength += 1000

Marie.size.increase(50, focus="bust")

As Marie lifted you into the air and stood up, you hit "run program." She held you firmly against her swelling tits, chuckling softly as she walked towards the office door.

"Good choice, little man."

[trjwritings]

"When I said I'd let you crash on my couch for a few weeks, I didn't mean that you could just move in permanently!" snapped Kayla. Her long blonde hair, normally so well-groomed, flew wildly as she ran her fingers through it in frustration. "I didn't mean that I'd let you make a mess of my living room, or eat the lunches I'd prepped for myself, or smoke weed on the couch all damn day!"

Dee tucked her vape beneath her thigh, half-thinking that having it out of view would make her roommate less angry. It wouldn't, of course, but weed made her think funny things sometimes. "Kay, chill, I'll be out of here as soon as--"

"You said that last week, Dee!" Kayla clenched her jaw. "I swear to fucking god, if you're not sending out resumes first thing tomorrow, your ass is out on the streets! You can find some other sucker who'll take you in!" With that, she stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Anxiety began to make its way through Dee's clouded thoughts. She didn't even know anyone in town who'd let her stay with them, and she certainly didn't know anyone who'd give her a job. She'd been through three employers in as many weeks. There was only one thing to do in a time like this. Dee pulled her vape back out and took a puff. As she exhaled, she let out a long, languid moan.

"God, I wish Kay would let me stay and not make me get a job."

As soon as the words and smoke left her mouth, Dee felt a sudden warmth, flooding throughout her body and settling in her chest. Her hands flew to her breasts, letting out a soft moan as a pleasant tingling ran through them. The guy at the dispensary hadn't mentioned this as a possible side effect, but--

"Oh, fuck--" she gasped. Dee could feel pressure building in her chest, as though the flesh of her tits were pressing out against the surrounding skin. Her top was growing tighter, the fabric squeezing her tits and sending warm, calming waves of endorphins through her body. She took a deep breath, relishing in the feeling. Every inch of her swelling tits tingled with a newfound sensitivity; even the crumbs that had fallen into her cleavage sent mini-shockwaves through her brain. She stretched her arms and arched her back, willing herself to grow more, to get every ounce of pleasure she could from this.

With a soft, shuddering sigh, Dee bucked her hips forward, feeling her arousal growing as her tits swelled outwards--faster now, arcing over her stomach and creeping over her thighs, growing heavier and firmer with each breath. "Oh--oh god, just--"

Dee squeezed her massive breasts as she came, each orgasmic pulse blending with the calm warmth of her growth and the THC clouding her mind, sending her on brief, spasming trips through Nirvana. As it finally ended, she let her body relax fully, reveling in her blissful calm.

When Dee finally awoke, she didn't know how long she'd been asleep. Judging by the fact that it was still dark outside, it couldn't have been too long. Still, though, judging by the fact that Kayla was out in the living room, sleep mask dangling around her neck and pajamas loosely hanging off her Pilates-toned body, it had to have been a few hours.

"Oh--hey, Kayla," Dee said, yawning as she idly stroked her new tits. "Sorry, did I wake you or something?"

Dee didn't register the look on Kayla's face until she spoke. "I--well, no, I came out for some water and--did--are you--um--" Kayla blushed as she looked away for a moment, then blushed harder as her gaze returned to Dee's cleavage.

The clarity that growing sobriety and a post-orgasmic nap offered Dee gave her a sudden realization. Maybe breast growth wasn't necessarily a side effect of her vape. Maybe...

"You see something you like?" asked Dee, smirking.

"No!" Kayla shook her head frantically. "I mean, it's not that I dislike, but like, I'm straight, so I'm not--but like if I were into women--"

Dee felt a wicked twinge run throughout her body. She had an idea. "So Kay. I know you said I should start looking for a job tomorrow, but like. I'm gonna be busy, you know?"

"Oh, no problem," said Kayla. She had abandoned all pretenses of not staring at Dee's chest by now. "Yeah, you don't have to go job hunting tomorrow."

Dee figured she could press her luck. "And, man, I'm sorry, but like, I'm gonna be busy all week."

"Sure, sure." Kay nodded. "With what?"

"Smoking weed and masturbating," said Dee. "Maybe eating all of your snacks."

Kayla looked up at Dee. "I--I mean, sure, Dee, take as much time as you need, but could you leave my snacks alone? Those 100-calorie packs are, well--uh--"

That was odd, Dee thought. Then again, she didn't wish for free reign over Kayla's pantry. "Oh. Yeah, that's alright. As much time as I need, though? So like, a month? A year?"

"Um--yeah," said Kayla. "As long as you want. It's good to have you around to look at and--I mean--It's uh. Good to have you around."

Dee smiled. "Cool. I'll be here for a lot longer then."

"Sure!" Kayla cracked a dazed smile. "And uh--if the lease is up, then--"

"Then I'll move with you to the next place."

"Cool, cool." Kayla smiled. "Is--is that all? It's just that, um--I'm sort of--well--"

Judging by the beet-red tone of Kayla's face, Dee figured she'd have to let her go before she exploded. "Yeah, that's fine. G'night, Kay. Have fun in there."

Kayla let out a squeak of embarrassment as she retreated towards her bedroom door. Dee counted out five seconds before she could hear a familiar buzzing sound. Dee smiled. She knew she should get ready for bed as well. Still, she could do with a snack.

Dee corrected herself. A snack, and another puff on her vape.

Well, maybe a snack, another puff on her vape, and three hours of oral from a certain high-strung blonde.

Dee smiled as she raised the vape to her lips, wondering what would grow this time, and by how much. As she exhaled, she purred,

"God, I wish Kayla would do whatever I wanted."

[trjwritings]

Three weeks ago you didn't know you had an aunt Barbara, let alone one close enough to leave you everything in her will. Your parents insisted otherwise, claiming that she was a wealthy recluse and that you two spent a lot of time together in your early childhood.

"You're probably too young to remember," your mom said, "But those were some of the happiest days of her life. She was a lonely woman. Always working, especially towards the end of her life."

You didn't ask any follow-up questions; you didn't want to look a gift horse--or 5-bedroom house, or seven-figure inheritance-- in the mouth. After some token legal proceedings, you got enough money to put in your two weeks' notice. You and your girlfriend Meg moved into her house over the weekend, just in time for you to go back to work and put in your last day today.

As you waved your last goodbyes to the handful of colleagues you actually liked, you got a text from Meg.

"Hey, did you know that Barbara was a movie buff?"

You texted back. "No, I barely knew her. Why?"

"She' got this library tucked away behind her bedroom. A few books on film and a shitload of DVDs I never heard of before." She posted a photo of a handwritten note before you could respond. You zoomed in, struggling to read the elaborate cursive.

"My darling nephew," you read, "I'm moving on to bigger and better things. I know you don't understand what that means; doubtlessly you barely remember me. Lord knows I have no reason to remember you. Please do not take that as an insult; my intent should become more obvious as you watch these films. I left a disc for your lady love to watch as a demonstration or what I mean. Warmest regards, Aunt Barbara."

You were about to respond when Meg sent you another photo. This appeared to be of a DVD cover of some anime. Two frightened-looking women, halfheartedly wielding shortswords, stood in front of a far-taller woman dressed in a gray robe, wielding a staff. Something struck you as familiar about the film, but the characters' immense (and prominently-displayed) cleavages kept you from figurin out what it was supposed to be.

"What is it?" you asked.

"I gave it a watch," Meg responded. "Get this: it's apparently a Lord of the Rings anime by Studio Gainax. It's the exact same story, but all of the characters are women with huge tits. Well, pretty big ones, at least. Relatively." She sent a winking emoji. In the back of your mind, you could feel distant, indistinct memories begin to swirl.

"How was it?"

"Pretty hot, honestly. You need to see what they did for Gandalf the White. I didn't think people went that over-the-top with anime boobs back in 2003."

You paused. Something wasn't not right here; you were almost certain that that movie couldn't exist.

"I guess I'll take a look when I get back," you said.

The drive home felt endless, but you were barely aware of it. You couldn't focus on anything but what Meg had shown you. It wasn't possible. There wasn't a horny Lord of the Rings anime. Not in this world, at any rate.

Not in this world.

The words echoed in your head as you pulled into your aunt's--now your--driveway and got out of the car.

"I'm back," you texted.

"Cool," Meg responded. "I'm upstairs in your aunt's library."

You strode into the house, feeling your heart pound as you climbed the stairs. You never had an aunt. You knew that. Yet here you were, walking through her bedroom door, furtively eyeing the dark carpet and rich wooden walls. Something was wrong here, but--

You stepped into a door that didn't exist two days ago and freeze in your tracks.

There, towering above you, was Meg. She'd been 5'5", but now she was more than a head taller than you. Her long brown hair, which was barely neck-length when you left this morning, flowed over her shoulders, past her collarbone, barely touching the top of her breasts. You told yourself that you didn't notice those first, despite the fact you knew you were lying. Her tight, low-cut top showed off cleavage that could have engulfed the top half of your body in a single hug. Her nipples poked through her shirt, showing you her arousal and bralessness. She had a short teal skirt on, which was stretched taut across hips wider than the doorframe to the room, thighs thicker than your waist, and an ass that must have weighed more than you.

"I--wha--"

The memories that swirled in your head an hour ago burst into your conscious mind like water from an open dam. You remembered running into Meg at freshman orientation in college. The incident had left you stuck between her tits, silently hoping that she couldn't feel your cock stiffening against her voluminous thighs. She'd laughed it off, leaving you stuck for a bit longer than was strictly necessary. You'd gone on your first date that very night, an incident that destroyed two seats at the local theater, the door frame to your dorm, your bed, and your hips. You had--

You shook your head. None of that had been true.

And yet, you realized with growing amazement, it was true now.

Meg stepped towards you, hips swaying and body jiggling with each movement. "So...I may have watched a few other movies in here," she purred. "Some very specific movies." She gestured to a sagging couch, strewn with DVD cases depicting women that all seemed to share Meg's physique. "And, well..." grabbed your shoulder, gently guiding you towards the door. "I think you know what's gonna happen next."

You nodded, readying yourself and hoping that this new version of you had a stronger pelvis and better lungs.

[trjwritings]

Change #1: Women have huge breasts and want to have larger breasts. A woman's social standing is based on breast size.

That was the first change you put into Dr. Smith's interdimensional portal device and stepped through the shimmering vortex that appeared before you. Now you were here, sitting in a Starbucks, staring at a pair of tits that probably weighed as much as the rest of the women they were attached to.

"--anyway, that's why I'm hoping that my boss'll approve me for some growth hormones next week. It's not a full promotion, but it'll mean that those bitches in Sales will have to listen to me when I talk."

"Mmm-hmm," you say, only half-paying attention to your date's words as you stare at her chest.

"Oh. Sorry, is there like a stain on my shirt? You've been staring at my chest for a really long time."

You look up, blushing. The social norms of your old universe haven't fully left your subconscious yet. Still, things were different here. You might as well be honest.

"Well, uh, it's just that you have really nice tits is all," you say, averting your gaze. "Seriously, those things are huge. It's really hot."

Your date--you think her name is Tara--squints at you, cocking her head in disbelief. Her eyes twinkle with cautious arousal.

Change #2: Women, particularly busty women, get off on the idea of somebody being aroused by large breasts or breast expansion.

"I--oh my god, seriously? You're um. Sorry, I have to make sure," says Tara. "You're not a woman, right? Because if you are, like, you're nice and all, but dating somebody so flat--"

Change #3: No man, save for me, is aroused by women's breasts in any way.

"No, no, I'm a guy," you say. "It's just that, y'know, damn. Look at these things!" You reach across the table and squeeze Tara's boobs, relishing the moan that the gesture elicits.

Change #4: The larger a woman's breasts are, the more sensitive they are.

You continue to squeeze, casually rubbing one of her rock-hard nipples through her top. "Has nobody ever done this to you before? Because they're missing out."

"Only--only--hah--a couple sorority sisters and--hah--oh--oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!"

Tara arches her back, as she cum the sudden shift in her center of gravity and her wobbling tits toppling the table towards her.

Change #5: Public sexuality is acceptable for women with larger-than-average breasts. What a woman can get away with scales with breast size.

Tara grabs your wrist with one of her hands and looks at you, a hungry look in her eye. You notice that her other hand is beneath table. You hear a faint, wet, rhythmic noise. "I'm going to take you home, tie you to my bed, and make you suck my tits until I pass out with your head lodged in my cleavage, and then I'm going to tit-fuck you until you cum your fucking soul out."

Change #6. Women are socially and sexually dominant. It is expected for a woman to make the first move in a sexual relationship, and it's rarely subtle.

"I think I'd like that," you say.

"Good," says Tara. She's breathing heavily. A thin trickle of saliva runs from the corner of her mouth. She idly wipes it away with the hand that isn't grabbing onto you. Her fingers glisten. "Because I wouldn't stop if you didn't--"

Suddenly, Tara lets go of your wrist and slaps her forehead. "Wait! What the fuck am I saying?"

You wonder if your date is realizing how far she's letting herself get carried away. You're about to reassure her, when she suddenly continues.

"You haven't even seen my boss yet! Or my CEO. God, they make me look flat!"

Change #7: Women get off on sharing their lovers with others, particularly their social superiors.

"Do--do you--"

"That's it! I'll take you in front of the C-suite at my company, explain what's up, let them pass you around like a joint, and when I get you back, they'll have to let me get those growth hormones! Hell, they'll probably promote me on the spot!"

"Uh--"

"And then once I get the corner office, I could give you to the mayor, or the governor, or the prime minister--" Tara continues. Her hands are back on your wrists. "I bet I could get as big as I wanted. As big as I deserve. I bet I'll rule this fucking world by the end of next year. And then--" Her grin is crazed with equal parts lust and megalomania. "The sky's the fucking limit."

Tara grabs your hands and leads you from the cafe, running as fast as the weight of her tits will allow.

"Uh. Tara? The sky's the limit metaphorically, right? Right?"

She doesn't answer. You make a mental note that if you ever get back to your home dimension, you need to tell Dr. Smith to never send test subjects into other worlds without a means of escape.

[trjwritings]

When your grandfather gave you a fist-sized rock as a going-away present, you thought he was going senile. When he told you that it was a magic wishing stone, and that all you had to do was "speak the world you wanted" into it, you wondered how long he'd been senile.

Still, after you'd moved in and sat at your desk, waiting to see who your roommate was, you figured it was worth a shot to see if the old man was actually telling the truth.

"This is an all-women's school," you said. "I'm the only man here. All of the students here are sexier than any other woman on the planet, and every woman on campus wants me. And I've got the best rooming situation I can imagine."

Nothing happened. Of course it didn't. It was a stupid fucking rock. What did you expect? Sighing, you opened your laptop and pulled up your email. Orientation started tomorrow, and--

You felt something soft and heavy resting on the top of your head.

"Oh my god, you're Becky's roommate? I'm so fucking jealous," comes a voice from behind you.

You turn around to see a young woman in a tight white shirt looming over you. You struggle to see her face from beneath the curve of her colossal breasts.

"I--wha--" you begin.

"And here's your room, Ms. Rhodes," comes a voice from the hall. "Now, you are rooming with the new man on campus, but don't get too carried away with him. We--"

"Don't worry, Prof! I won't skip too many classes!"

Your giant-titted assailant looked towards the door. You did too.

"I--wha--" you say, once again.

Ducking through the doorway was a seven-foot tall woman in a blue dress. Her tits brushed the sides of the doorframe as she came in, beaming at you. "Oh my god, you're so cute!" she said.

You let your silent, slack-jawed stare do the talking for you.

"Oh, you're taking it all in?" She smirks and cocks her hips, drawing your gaze to the biggest ass you've seen in your life. "It's okay. I have that effect on people." She leans down, letting her long blonde hair dangle in between her tits and your stupefied gaze. "I'm Becky Rhodes! I'm your roommate."

"H--hi."

"God, you're gonna be fun to play with," she says, standing back up. "Anyway, that over there is my bestie Tiffany, and the woman over there in the hall is Professor Davis! She's a family friend."

"Hi, sweetie." Professor Davis turns towards you, eyes flicking across your desk. "I teach Artifact Studies."

"H--hi," you stammer, eyes flicking over to the smirking, middle-aged redhead in the hall, then back to Tiffany, then back to Becky.

"So fucking jealous," mutters Tiffany.

"Well, if you wanted to pick who you roomed with, you should have gotten the presidential scholarship." Becky smirks back at her friend.

"I did!" Tiffany crosses her arms across her colossal chest. "But--"

"That ah, leads me to my next topic," says Professor Davis. "There's been a slight mix-up in the rooming situation. See, since you both got the Arcane Arts scholarship, and you both chose to room with the only man on campus, you'll both be sharing a room with him."

"Really? Yay!" Tiffany jumps for joy, causing her behemoth rack to bounce. You hear a ripping sound, and before your eyes, her tits explode outwards, shredding her top and revealing a rack that could engulf your entire desk. "Fuck!"

"Don't worry, Tiff," says Becky. "I'll put a minimizer spell on another bra for you."

You barely comprehend anything happening in front of you. You know you should be shocked by Tiffany's colossal boobs, or the fact that magic was real, but something in your brain had shorted out. You turn towards Professor Davis. She smirks back, not at you, but at something behind you.

"But--but there's only two beds," is all you can manage.

"It's worse than that, stud," she says. She walks up to you and grabs something off of your desk. Too late you recognize the plain gray rock in her hands. "There's only one bed. And these two ladies have agreed to share you with me tonight."

In the blink of an eye, the bunk over your desk vanishes, and you get a vague recollection of seeing a colossal bed lining the rear wall of the room. You feel a single, huge hand on your collar, dragging you, office chair and all, back towards it, as Tiffany and Professor Davis follow suit.

In the instant before you're engulfed in Tiffany's cleavage, you hear the professor whisper in your mind.

Don't worry, hot stuff, she tells you. I'll give it back. Eventually.

[trjwritings]

You get a Snapchat from your wife as you sit your car, ready to come back home. When you open it, you recoil, stupefied.

Before you on the screen is Tara. She's a good two feet taller than she once was, her generous ass turning her already-skimpy shorts into an obscene pair of Daisy Dukes. Her once-modest breasts have exploded to dwarf the rest of her torso, reducing her top to shreds of denim. As you glance around around the parking lot, idly scanning to make sure that nobody's spying on you, you wonder how strong she must have gotten to lift those things.

"H--h--honey--" pants Tara. "I--you--you--you fucker--you didn't say those were extra-strength Amazon pills--"

You hadn't. You told her that a single dose of the supplements you'd ordered online would give her a couple-inch-boost to height, bust, and hips alike, along with a generous increase of libido. You also told her that a dose of those supplements consisted of two pills. Those were all true. You'd just forgotten to tell her that you picked up the wrong bottle at the mall. You'd told her you wanted to see her grow, you didn't think she'd take any pills while you were gone.

Tara presses herself against the wall, thrusting her hips forward into thin air. She evidently hadn't gotten used to her new body, if she was trying to grind herself against something solid. "I--you--you know I wanted to be taller for that job interview so--so--"

You nod, anticipating her next words.

"So I took four! Fuck you--fuck--fuck--me--"

Your cock stiffens as you once again check to make sure nobody can see what's happening.

"I'm--I'm--so--ho--hor--horny--" she moans, more to herself than at the camera. "I--I could feel it happening so I--I got the video recording but now--everything feels so g--go--good!" She lets out a strangled cry, her face contorting as she cums. She presses herself against the wall, her hand between her legs. "I--I need you--or someone--anything--god, fuck me--!"

You pull up your contacts as the audio continues to play.

"I--I won't be mad--I won't be mad--I'll do anything--just--just come home and--"

The audio cuts off. You're impressed at Tara. She evidently still had the fortitude to send her plea to you. That probably meant she'd pick up. You press her name in the contacts menu and call her. She picks up within a ring.

"Honey--honey please--it feels like I'm on fire--I've--I've cum so much but I--"

"Tara? Are you okay?" You're horny and concerned. You hope one of those comes in our tone.

"NO! Honey--honey if you don't come home right now I swear to god I'll come find you and--come find you--come--coming!"

Suddenly, you get an idea, as cruel as it is suicidal. "Well, honey, I'm kind of worried. I don't know if I'll be able to help you. You might break me!"

There's a loud moan on the other side of the line signaling Tara's appreciation of that prospect.

"So look, I'm at work right now, but I can head to the mall, alright? I'll go in and see if they have any pills that'll make me um. Not get my pelvis shattered."

"Hurry--" Tara pants.

"Well, it might take a while to find the right stuff. You don't want to kill me on accident, do you?"

"I--might--on purpose--if--oh fuck fuck fuck--"

"Well I tell you what. I'll hurry up for you on one condition, alright?"

"Anything, please!"

Your tone turns wicked. "There's 26 pills left in that bottle. You're gonna take every last one of them when I get home."

You hang up the phone and start your car. You wonder how much of your house will be left when you get back to it. You wonder how much will be left of you when Tara's finally satisfied.

Either way, you figure, it'll be worth it.

[trjwritings]

You walked down from your bedroom, blearily wiping the sleep out of your eyes. You weren't sure what percentage of last night was real and what part was some sort of hallucination. The weird pendant around your neck felt heavy against your chest, a reminder that yes, you did bring home a woman from the bar last night, and that yes, she was into some weird occult shit.

The rest of it...well, you were pretty drunk. Maybe she slipped you something. She had talked about "all natural virility enhancers." Maybe there was some kind of ayahuasca or shrooms that made you see stuff and fuck like a rabid bunny. It'd explain the soreness in crotch and hips.

Either way, it wasn't worth worrying too much about. She wasn't in your bed when you woke up. Your phone, wallet, and keys were all safely on your end table. Clearly--

As you neared the kitchen, you heard a heavy, fleshy slap, followed by a giggle.

"Oops! Sorry girls, still not used to you being like this."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. Her--you struggled to remember her name--still being here wasn't a huge problem. Last night was fun, and at the very least you felt like you should make her breakfast for that, even if she did drug you. It was just that you were never too good with postcoital conversation. You rounded the corner.

"Oh hey, you're awa--buh."

You froze in your tracks. Standing by your stove, straining against the largest pajama top you'd ever seen, was your one-night stand. She was staring down at her own perky, yoga-ball-sized tits, idly caressing them. She was bigger than any woman you'd seen in real life. Unless those hallucinations you thought you had last night were actually real. If so...

She looked up at you and smiled. "Oh hey! Sorry, I was gonna make us some breakfast, but well," she slapped the sides of her rack, causing it to jiggle hypnotically. You felt the blood working its way back into your sore, overworked cock. "It's hard to see what I'm doing."

"Um. Uh. L--Lara?" you ask.

She shakes her head, unperturbed. "Layla. Close, though."

"You--you're--"

"Huge?" She strolled over to the kitchen island and rested her tits on it. You could hear the wood creaking beneath their weight. "Thanks for noticing! I couldn't have done it without you."

"I was gonna say mobile."

Layla blushed a bit. "Oh. Right. They shrank a little bit overnight. The shopkeep told me that would happen."

"Shopkeep?"

Layla's grin came back. "Weren't you listening last night?" she asked. "Or maybe you don't remember it all too well."

You were suddenly aware of a faint pounding in your skull. "That second one, I think."

"Aww, poor boy." She stood back up and unbuttoned her top. She fished around a bit in her cleavage, plunging her arm up to her elbow in between her tits. With a little effort, she pulled out a pendant that looked like yours. "I got these at the mall a couple days ago. The shopkeep told me that my pendant right here would let me find my soul mate, and that if I gave him--you--the other one, he'd give me the body I wanted."

You look down at the humble-looking quartz pendant on your chest. "I--that can't be right," you mutter.

"Oh, so I just happened to outgrow your bed spontaneously last night?" Layla raised an eyebrow. "I suppose you have a lot of experience with climbing up a woman's tits and fucking her from behind until she fills the room and you pass out."

"I--alright, okay, you're right." You look at the pendant again, then back at Layla's pendant, then back at Layla's chest. "So...you want to be that big?"

"Not really. Miss Amaranthe--that's the woman who ran the shop--said it'd probably take a while for me to get the body I wanted."

You'd never been so hard in your life. With the last bit of blood that still could make it to your brain, you had a realization. "Wait, what was that about a soul mate?"

Layla's grin widened. "Oh. Yeah. That's you."

You nodded slowly. "Nobody's told me that before."

Layla shrugged. "Well, I've got unusual requirements for a soul mate. I like a kinda nerdy guy. One who'll help me pursue my interests. One who'll accept that my main interests are having the biggest tits anyone's ever dreamed of." She looked outside as she walked towards you. "One with a house in the country and no neighbors around for miles." She stepped in towards you, pressing her chest against you and forcing you back into the wall. "Plenty of land for me to grow on." She stepped further forward, and you felt the air rush out of your lungs. Layla laid a hand on your crotch, smiling appreciatively at her effect on you. "Enough so that when I outgrow the property, I'll be too big for anything to do anything about."

You struggled to breathe as your wriggle against Layla's colossal tits. You managed to work your way into her cleavage. Her breasts wrapped around you, imprisoning you in their warm, inescapable softness. "I--I see--"

"And I want a man who'll keep fucking me bigger until I'm finally satisfied." Layla grabbed your face and drew you into a kiss. Her lip gloss made your mouth go numb. You could feel tunnel vision overtaking you as your heart raced and your cock swelled and throbbed. "And I'll never be satisfied."

You could feel your thoughts drift away. The last one to vanish was a smug realization.

So she did drug me.

"How does that sound, lover?" She stepped back, not waiting for an answer, as she led you towards the back door. You looked around at the forest, smelling the pine and wildflowers, nearly salivating at the thought that soon all of this would be crushed beneath your soul mate's mountainous breasts.

"Good," is all you can manage to say. You break into a jog, suddenly outpacing her. She giggles as she follows behind you, breasts audibly slapping against her torso with thunderous force as she does. "I know just the place we can start."

[gtsdreamer2]

[trjwritings]

"Hi, officer? I was wondering if you'd let me out."

...

"Aww, why not?"

...

"Smothered my boyfriend to death? That doesn't sound like me."

...

"Crushed my next boyfriend? I'm telling you, you have the wrong woman."

...

"Three whole city blocks? That--oh god, that was a fun one--wait, shit, I mean--"

...

"Yeah, yeah, you're a real Columbo. It's not like I got caught on three international news stations. A woman with tits big enough to land a helicopter on is hard to miss. Even harder when the news actually lands a helicopter on your tits so that can get an interview."

...

"I keep telling you, that one wasn't my fault! I literally told him he'd die in there! He just said 'worth it' and dove into my cleavage! It's not like I could have stopped him!"

...

"We're getting off topic. See these girls? These round, perfect, ever-growing tits?"

...

"Yeah, well, your suppression formula couldn't last forever. This body was made to grow."

...

"Why yes, they are massive! And they'll be all yours if you just open this cell door."

...

"Crushed to death? Don't be silly! Those were all accidents. I know better now. You can just take me outside while I grow, then climb up onto my boobs the second I'm big enough. I can't crush things that are on top of me."

...

"No dice, huh? You really don't get how this is gonna pan out. See, I'm just gonna keep growing. There's not enough growth suppressors in the world to stop me, even if you managed to wake up the prison doc in time. If you don't open this fucking door right now, I'm just gonna smash through it. If you're still here, well, you'll probably have about 10 seconds to get to the cell block door and get out. If not, well, you're gonna be trapped under 20 tons of tit."

...

"Good boy. I knew you'd see reason. Now let's move. I don't think I'm gonna be able to stand up straight five minutes from now."

[trjwritings]

"That's it? Travers told me that he'd given you a month to make this presentation, and this is all you have?"

You looked up at your new boss. According to scuttlebutt from your colleagues, Mrs. Diaz had apparently been transferred over here from New York. They'd said that she was, apparently, a complete nightmare to work under. You were starting to see why.

"I, well--" you begin.

"And you think that this is a good look? Subpar performance for a new boss? During layoffs? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire you right now."

You swallowed, then looked at the ring on your left hand. The woman in the store said that it'd make you a more convincing liar. You weren't sure how it could do that, but now was as good a time as any to find out if that was true.

"Well, Mr. Travers had told me that it was supposed to only be five slides long," you said, knowing he said no such thing.

Mrs. Diaz's face softened from a death glare into a mere scowl. "Really? He never told me anything like that. I assume you got it in writing?"

"I--" you stammered. "I remember him leaving a memo on my desk. I think it's in my top drawer." Again, a ridiculous lie. There was no such memo, and even there was, it would've been an email. You open the drawer, knowing that any second your new boss would know the truth and--

You pulled a piece of paper from the top of the pile. It read,

"Upcoming department-wide presentations. Attendance mandatory. 5 slides max. Travers."

With shaking hands, you handed the paper to Mrs. Diaz.

"Hm. That's his handwriting, alright," she muttered. "Well, I expect more. I want another five slides by the end of the day."

Inspiration struck. "I--alright, Ms. Diaz."

Mrs. Diaz narrows her eyes. "It's Mrs."

"Oh. Sorry," you said. That was odd. Was the ring not working? This merited a test. "It's just that when I saw the email about you arriving, it said 'Ms.'" You pulled up your email and gestured at the screen. Sure enough, there was an email with the subject line 'Welcome, Ms. Diaz.'"

Mrs. Diaz bent over to look at the screen. She cocked her head as she read the email. "They must have made a mistake. I'm married."

Your heart raced as you spoke. "But you were the one who introduced yourself as Ms. Diaz at the meeting yesterday," you said. "You specifically mentioned that you were single. Which you are."

Ms. Diaz nodded slowly. "I--that's right." She shook her head. "Sorry, I feel a little strange."

You smile. "You're confused. It happens." You glance back down at your ring. "Does your back hurt, by any chance?"

"Wh--what? No. Why?"

"Well, I'm just surprised, with those giant fucking tits," you said. "I mean, I know you said you were strong enough to carry them around, but I mean, damn. I can see why you're so proud of them."

"That's--that's totally--inapp--inappropri--" Ms Diaz gasped. "Oh god."

You watched, spellbound, as your boss' chest swelled outwards, straining her top. One by one, her buttons undid themselves, as though she'd never bothered to try and cover herself up in the first place. She leaned forward, letting them rest on the desk as they swelled. As she closed her eyes, panting in pleasure, you hastily moved your keyboard and coffee mug out of the way, barely keeping your boss' growing tits from crushing them or knocking them over.

As her growth slowed to a halt, she relaxed her back, leaning her head onto one mammoth tit, easily twice its size. "I--well--if nature blessed me so much, why would I--hah--be ashamed?"

You let your eyes linger on her cleavage for a moment, noticing her grope herself. You had another idea. "You're not over here to look at my presentation," you said, matter-of-factly.

"I--I am." She was beginning to stand upright again. Time was running out.

"I saw the email from HR," you said. "You got transferred over here because everyone in the New York office accused you of sexual harassment. Of course, with your track record you're untouchable, so they couldn't fire you. And they gave you the exact transfer you wanted."

Ms. Diaz blinked, then suddenly smiled. "That's...not exactly true," she said. "I'm very touchable." She undid another button on her blouse.

"And I got another email from HR, just for me," you said. Ms. Diaz was advancing towards you now. "It said you specifically being transferred here because you saw my pic in the company directory. You told the C-suite that if you could have me, you'd leave everyone else alone."

Ms Diaz closed the gap between the two of you. With one mighty inhale, she burst the remaining buttons on her blouse, revealing her massive, perfect tits beneath it. With one shockingly-strong hand, she raised you to your feet and embraced you, struggling to compress her bust enough that she could grind up against you as she shoved her tongue into your mouth. You looked around the office as she moaned. Your colleagues spared you a single glance before getting back to work. You could feel her hand on your crotch as she pulled away from her kiss.

"My office. Now," she growled.

She turned around and began to drag you past the rows of cubicles. Rebecca, the secretary, looked back at you. You had another idea.

"Hey, did you know that both you and Rebecca are really into threesomes?"

[gtsdreamer2]

[trjwritings]

Every winter, your village made a sacrifice to Sukani, your patron goddess, praying for fertility in the new year. For the past few years, however, it seemed as though your prayers were going unanswered. Crops died in the fields. Fishing nets were drawn out of the water with nothing but seaweed trapped within them. Even the reindeer that ran through the forest and tundra seemed scrawnier.

The village elder said that Sukani was displeased. Only larger sacrifices would satisfy her. Each winter, more wheat, more fish, more ale and more venison lined the pyre outside the village walls. You went hungry. Your friends went hungry. Your family went hungry. The cold nights of winter seemed all the longer as your stomach growled. Your faith dwindled. You didn't even know if Sukani cared, or even existed.

That all changed when you awoke one morning to hear screaming from outside. Fearing the worst, you jolted out of bed, hastily throwing on a coat over your tattered bedclothes, and sprinted from your home.

There, beyond the walls, was a pair of tits pressing into the ground and arcing up higher than even the steeple of the town's temple. As you looked up further, you saw a bemused, bespectacled face looking down at the crowd of villagers before her.

You fell to your knees. "Great Sukani" passed your lips, joining a chorus of awed whispers surrounding you.

"I'm glad you noticed that at least," she said. Her lips were pursed, a gesture of disappointment that filled you with fear and trembling. "I was beginning to worry."

Before you, the village elder rose to his feet. "Goddess?"

"Spare me," said Sukani. "I've been telling you for years that I didn't want any more food. I've got plenty. I mean, look at this." She rolled over, displaying an ample rump that could have crushed a small field beneath it. She slapped her ass, the thunderclap of the collision eliciting a muted yelp of collective terror from you and your fellows. "Does it look like I'm not eating well?"

"G-Goddess, we've been praying, conducting auguries--" stammers the elder, shaking as he returned to his knees.

"Yeah, well, you didn't do a great job, did you?" asked Sukani. Something was off. She seemed almost happy to see her worshipers so frightened. "If you'd actually listened, or ventured out into the wilderness to consult my shamans--you know, like you're supposed to--you could have learned what I actually wanted."

"And that is?"

Sukani grinned wickedly. "I want a human."

A gasp ran through the crowd.

"O-of course, Goddess," said the elder. "We'll assemble the pyre and--"

"Oh for--" Sukanni shook her head. "I don't want a dead human! What good's a corpse! I'm horny, not hungry!"

"H--horny?" asked the elder.

"Yes!" Sukani rolled her eyes. "I've been caring for this village for what, a millennium? Two? And none of you have thought to send me a consort!"

"B--but Goddess, we are unworthy! And--and small!"

"That's what makes it hot, dipshit." Sukani scooted forward, carving deep furrows into the earth with her body as she loomed over the village. "Taking one of you little dirt farmers, elevating them to immortality, and using them whenever I want for the rest of eternity? You know how wet I am just thinking about it?"

Nobody responded. You wondered what effects a goddess' juices would have on the soil.

"One villager. Man, woman, whatever, I don't care. Just as long as they're an adult. I'll never ask for another one again." Sukani held up a finger. "One villager. One day to decide who to send. Otherwise I'm talking to the gods below the land to summon up a blizzard."

"We--" said the elder, his voice shaking. "We'll draw lots, Goddess. Tonight, we'll--"

You sprang to your feet before you could think. "Me! Me! Pick me!" You waved your hands wildly. "Boobs--I mean--Goddess! Me!"

All eyes were on you. Sukani raised a hand to her mouth as she stifled a laugh. "I wasn't expecting that."

"My child, are you sure?" The elder furrowed his brow at you. "You would never see the village again. You--"

You didn't hear the rest. A pair of colossal fingers pinched onto the back of your coat, lifting you high into the air.

Sukani looked at you with hungry eyes. "You're not ready for this," she purred. "But you'll get used to it. Eternity is a long time."

The last thing you saw in this mortal realm was the goddess' immense cleavage rushing up to meet you.

[kerneldesouza]

[trjwritings]

When your girlfriend told you that she had a surprise for you when you came home, you weren't sure what to expect. Maybe she'd have gotten that haircut she'd been talking about for the past week or so. Maybe she'd have ordered dinner from that Thai place you both liked. Maybe she she'd have finally gotten that new job she was applying for. There was a long list of possibilities.

Immediately being plunged face-first into a pair of tits that completely enveloped your head was not on that list.

For a second, you were too surprised to even feel a rush of arousal. The soft warmth wrapping around your face was so sudden and alien that you barely registered what was happening. The stretchy fabric of your assailant/lover's thoroughly strained top pressed into your jaw, holding your mouth shut as you began to realize what was happening.

"MMPH," is all you could muster. You reached up with your hand, feeling the soft curves of your prison. Through the walls of flesh surrounding you, you could feel the force of your groping propagating through this strange woman's bust. You heard a muffled, familiar voice. It sounded like your girlfriend giggling.

Light and air struck you in a one-two punch as she released you, revealing the vast expanse of her bosom. You stared, dumbfounded, for a moment as your gaze was drawn inexorably upwards, past the fathomless cleavage, past the strange pendant she was wearing, and finally to her smiling face.

"Hey, sweetie!" she said. She twirled a strand of her long, brown hair. "I told you I had a surprise for you!"

Your brush with asphyxiation must have killed a few brain cells. The surviving ones told you that your girlfriend was a blonde. "You...dyed your hair?"

She laughed. "Well, sort of? I guess?"

You blinked, your eyes making your way back down her body. She was always a head shorter than you, but right now she was standing barefoot and still towering overhead. "Wh--what happened?"

"Well, you know that shop in the mall that opened last week?"

"That...that goth shop with the crystals?"

"Uh-huh. And you know that barista who was always flirting with you?"

You paused. You didn't, actually. The last time you and your girlfriend went for coffee there was a woman behind the counter who smiled at you for slightly longer than retail etiquette dictated. You stared at her chest for slightly longer than any etiquette dictated, but you could have sworn that your girlfriend was in the bathroom at the time. That hardly warranted an "always," but you figured it wasn't a good idea to argue with a woman who could suffocate you to death without even trying.

"Uh. Yeah?"

"Well, I stopped in at that shop and told the store owner about that problem. She sold me this necklace and told me that all I had to do was drop by the coffee shop today to just stop that stupid bimbo from being a problem."

"So..."

"So I did what she said! And wouldn't you know it, the second I locked eyes on her, she started shrinking!"

Your brain started kicking into gear again. "You stole her boobs?"

"Well, for starters! But then--" she started swaying her hips as she caressed herself. "I could feel her flooding into me, and I suddenly realized how easy it'd be to take more from her. So I started to take her height. She tried to run, but..." she laughed. "It's hard to outrun someone when they're twice your size!"

You nodded as your heart began to race.

"What happened next?"

"I grabbed her and shoved her into my tits before she could scream, silly!" She smiled innocently at you, as though she was talking about a pleasant day at the beach. "I could feel her getting smaller and smaller in between them, and I could feel myself getting bigger and bigger and bigger. By the time I knew what had happened, poof!" She spread her fingers. "She was gone."

"You--you killed her?!"

"I thought so too!" she said. "But then I could feel something else! It was...strange."

"What was it?"

"Have you ever absorbed a woman's soul through your tits?"

You blinked. "I...can't say that I have."

"That's the only way I can describe it." She laughed again. "Because that's what happened!"

"You ate her soul?!"

"Not ate! It's still up here!" She pointed at her head. "I can feel her thoughts swirling around in my mind. She's still alive. At least, her subconscious is. I could probably wake her up, but..." she shrugged. "I don't want to."

You started to back up. "Um. That's great?" You knew you had to run. Whatever was happening wasn't going to end well for you. Still, it was difficult to muster up the initiative.

As though sensing your fear, your girlfriend laid her hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. "I can feel her thoughts," she said. "She really wanted you."

You swallowed. "I..."

"And I really want you too," she said. Her grip tightened as she drew you in closer. You can barely see her face over the curve of her breasts.

"I..."

"So that's two votes for dragging you upstairs and fucking you senseless," she said. She grabbed your wrist and began to lead you down the hall. "Let's get to it."

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You stood in the station, looking around the room as you subconsciously struggled against your handcuffs. At the desk in front of you, Officer Carmichael, the woman who'd arrested you, stared expectantly at a coffee maker as its pot began to fill. Something was off. You'd never been in a police station before, but you generally thought that when cops arrested people, they didn't take an extended coffee break while their perp was still out of the cell. You also generally thought that there'd be more than one person in a police station, even at this time of night. You also had assumed that cops, even female ones, wore uniforms that actively fit. As your gaze finally settled on Officer Carmichael, and the three burst buttons on her thoroughly-strained top, you considered that you had been wrong. Still, you suppose it didn't hurt to ask.

"Um. Officer? Where are all the other police?"

She looked over her shoulder at you as the coffee maker sputtered out two final drops, then pulled out a pair of mugs. "Somewhere else," she said, matter-of-factly. "It's just you and me here tonight. Makes things…simpler. Less paperwork."

Your heart began to beat faster. The look in her eyes didn't scream 'incoming police brutality' to you, but you could never be sure. She began to pour creamer into the left mug, then poured creamer from another bottle into the right. She grabbed the right mug and walked over towards you. In spite of the adrenaline coursing through you, you couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips. You didn't think the local PD regularly hired women with porn-star proportions. You didn't even know anyone like this lived in this town.

"Alright," you manage to say. "But um. What about my phone call? Or my lawyer? Or--you didn't even read me my rights!"

Officer Carmichael bit her lip as she stopped a single step away from you. "You don't really get it, do you?" she asked. "Here, I'll paint you a better picture." She raised the mug to her lips and, in three heroic gulps, downed the whole thing.

It started within seconds. As she wiped the last drops of coffee off of her full lips, her chest, already larger than any you'd seen in real life, began to grow. A smile spread across her face as she flexed her shoulders. With a machine-gun series of pops, her top burst open further still. Her tits swelled upwards out of her uniform as her bust widened past her shoulders. Slowly, it began to press into you, forcing you backwards as though you were being shoved.

"The only person you're gonna be talking to is me," she said, grinning. She took a step forward, causing you to stumble back. Another set off buttons burst, showing a canyon of cleavage that could have engulfed your arm. You felt the brick wall of the precinct against your back. "The only law around here is me." She stepped in closer still, pressing her bust against you. The breath was forced from your lungs as she crushed you up against the wall. Between your chest and hers, you could feel another button burst. She leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "And you don't have rights anymore, punk."

You struggle for breath to moan as you feel her hand on your crotch. She deftly undoes your belt and unbuttons your jeans as she slips a hand down. "I--why are you doing this?" you ask. You're not sure whether you want her to stop or to never stop.

"I told you back at the gas station, didn't I?" Slowly, she began to stroke your dick.

"You--you said--"

"I said that you were under arrest for having a fat, massive cock." She slows down and leans back, letting you get a precious lungful of air.

"It's--it's not that big--" you gasp. Saying that felt like a betrayal of some primal code, but right now it was the only defense you could muster.

"Oh, sure," she said. "I've seen worse criminals than you." She withdrew her hand from your pants and steps back, turning towards the second mug. She sashayed away from you, showing you that her ass has swollen along with her tits. "Difference is, they all had friends in high places." She turned back towards you, the second mug in her hands, and came back over. "Internal Affairs would have my ass if I actually took any of them down. And that's a lot of ass to lose." She laughed and slapped the side of her hip. "But I still gotta bring somebody in." She raised the mug to your lips and poured its contents towards your mouth. It's uncomfortably hot. You sputtered as some of it passed your lips, and you began to swallow involuntarily. "So I'm gonna have to plant some evidence."

"What?" you asked, nearly choking as more coffee poured into your mouth. You needn't have bothered. You felt a twitching in your crotch, as though you were somehow growing more erect. Your cock began to press forward and outward, thickening as it grew past the waistband of your jeans. You let out a soft gasp of pleasure, trying in vain to stifle it. Officer Carmichael locked eyes with you, grinning smugly.

"Oh, you're gonna have a long, long rap sheet," she purrs. You can feel your dick continue to swell, pressing into the underside of her head-crushing rack. Her eyes widened for a second and stepped back. You looked down and gasped. Your cock had easily grown as long and thick as your forearm. Precum dripped from the tip as it throbbed. You looked back up at the officer. She was wiping the underside of her boobs, inspecting the sticky residue you'd left behind. "And you even left DNA evidence for me to analyze. How sweet."

You swallowed again, your mouth dry. The cold air from the vent above you was sending indescribable sensations through your cock. You weren't sure how much longer you were gonna last. You didn't think that Officer Carmichael would take kindly to you blowing your load in the middle of the precinct. You needed to distract yourself.

"Wh--what do you even want?" you ask.

"Same thing any officer wants," she says, stepping forward. "I wanna put in my twenty years. Get my pension." Her hand wraps around your dick. "And I want a sex slave with a foot-long cock at home to do whatever I say." She pauses. "Well. Two for starters. And honestly, I've been thinking about early retirement." She chuckles evilly. "Either way, my plans all involve you, flat on your back, whimpering my name and begging for mercy."

On a certain level it sounds like heaven, but you know that you can't let that happen. "I--I have friends. A job. Someone'll come looking for me."

Officer Carmichael clicks her tongue and shakes her head. "You're not exactly a criminal mastermind, are you? I ran your ID. I know you live in a fleabag apartment on the outskirts of town, haven't had a job in a year, and have no social life."

"I--well--" you stammer.

Her grip on your cock tightens and she pulls you forward, leading you by your throbbing erection. "You don't exactly have a lot of options here, punk," she says. "There's me, or there's a night in the holding cells. And they're all full. But hey, I can throw you in with one of the inmates."

That didn't sound great, you admitted, but spending the night in a cell with a passed-out drunk seemed better than letting this madwoman get her way. Still, something in her tone worried you.

She led you through a door into a dark hallway. As soon as you stepped, a fug of sex assaulted your senses. The scent of sweat and arousal grabbed you in a humid embrace

"Rise and shine, ladies! I've got fresh meat for you!" She flipped a lightswitch. You recoiled trying to shield your eyes with hands that were still locked firmly behind your back. All around you, feral howls rang out. Slowly, you opened your eyes and stepped back in shock, only to be stopped by Officer Carmichael's firm hand.

Cells lined the hallway. In each one was a different woman. No two looked exactly alike. At the end of the hall was a woman in a business suit, its pants shredded by an ass that filled a sizable chunk of her cell. Across from her was a skinny, middle-aged woman with bleach-blonde hair rubbing her pussy, which had swollen to the size of her fist. You look to the side and see a college-aged woman in a short skirt and tube top, kneeling on the ground, caressing fake tits bigger than the rest of her body. As you continued to scan the cells, you only saw two things that they had in common. They were all looking at you, and they all looked like they'd tear you apart.

"Something in the creamer," said Carmichael. "The effects change depending on the flavor. I picked these ladies up at a bachelorette party gone wrong. Told them if they each took a mouthful of the stuff I'd let them go in the morning."

"H--how did you know that it--"

"Because," laughed Carmichael. "My partner here likes to have some coffee with her creamer." She raps on the cell nearest to her. You turn and look upwards.

Standing before you was a wall of woman, easily ten feet tall. Her curves had swollen, much like Carmichael's, but not nearly to the same extent; it only looked as though she was smuggling basketballs beneath her destroyed uniform. It seemed that the bulk of her growth focused on her height and her muscles. Each arm was thicker than your waist, and her steely seemed to make her broader than the door to leading back into the station. You suspect that was the only reason why this behemoth didn't choose to smash through her bars and out into the world. "Cassie."

"Lana."

"You brought me a present?"

"Well, I figured since you were being so good, locking yourself in there and all before you got too horny to think," said Officer Carmichael, "I thought I might give you a treat."

"This pipsqueak?" asked Lana. "His hips'd be powder by the time I'm done with him."

"He still has a tongue, babe."

Lana shook her head. "Put him in with Miss Yang." She gestured at massive-assed woman at the end of the hall, who whooped in agreement before continuing too join the obscene chorus of shouting from her fellow inmates. "When she's done, pass him down. If there's anything left of him by the time these lowlifes are done, I'll take him." She leaned down, grinning evilly. "If he's still alive, maybe I'll even keep him."

"Um--" you begin. Carmichael pulls out her key ring.

"Generous," she says, leading you towards the end of the hall.

"Yeah, well, I like to watch," said Lana. "Besides, if it shuts these bitches up long enough for me to have some peace and quiet, it'll be worth it."

"Um--" you continued. This couldn't be happening. You needed to run, but between your handcuffs and Officer Carmichael's vicelike grip, you were trapped.

"Well, you heard the woman," said Officer Carmichael. "I think Miss Yang wants to sit on your face, so try to find someplace soft to put your head."

"UM--" you said, struggling to be heard over the whooping, hypersexualized women surrounding you.

The officer paused, then turned around towards you, smiling sweetly. "Yes?"

"I--I think--" you stammered. "I--think we can go with your first plan. Not this one. Please."

Her grin widened. "I knew you'd come around." She turned away from you, facing the cells. "Ladies! Party's been cancelled! The new fish finally saw sense."

As a chorus of boos erupted from around you, Officer Carmichael led you by the dick back into the precinct.

"Of course, I'm gonna need to take you back to the interrogation rooms for questioning," she said.

"I--yes, Officer." You'd given up.

"I like to take my time with interrogations," she says. As she closes the door to the holding cells behind you, she bites her lip. "We'll be here a while."

"Yes, Officer."

"I'll make us some more coffee."