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Subject: {ASSM} AAAAAAAA Breasts (MF, mastur, MC, extreme gr)
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AAAAAAAA Breasts
By Killerwhale Zeus

(MC, MD, extreme gr, masturbation)

(20, 11/03/2001, 22/06/2001)

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'All the great scientists through out the Ages have taken risks.' said
Kylie, pausing for effect. Most of her students in the lecture were not
paying attention at all. Kylie could hardly blame them. It was only five
minutes until the weekend. 'Like that guy, the polio guy ... that guy
that tested the polio vaccine on himself ... and the scientist that
invented shoes ... oh what the hell ... class dismissed.' There was
a cheer and the room emptied quickly. Only a few students stayed behind
to ask her some questions.

'Kylie, you're a scientist aren't you?' asked Paul, one of her cuter
students. Kylie was only 26, and if she wasn't on the staff, she would
be dating half the men in her class.

'Yes. Yes I am.'

'Are you a great scientist?' he asked.

Kylie knew what he was hinting at. 'No, not at the moment. But maybe
after the weekend. My research in photo-sythnesis is finally paying
dividends, but the university is reluctant to fund further research.
I think I may have to take matters in to my own hands.'

'What are you planning to do? Nothing dangerous I hope?' asked Paul.

'You'll see. If I'm successful, my name will be mentioned in the same
breath as the guy who invented the polio vaccine.'


That night, Kylie was alone in her lab. She filled a syringe with her
experimental drug. Kylie paused before injecting herself with it.
Although the calculations and tests had all gone smoothly, she was
under no illusion as to the danger she was putting herself in. Instead
of being mentioned in the annals of history along with that polio guy,
she could end up in the book of freaks, along with The Fly. 'Still,
fortune favours the brave.' Kylie said to herself. She pulled off her
jumper, exposing the soft flesh of her breasts. The injection had to
go in to a well padded part of her body, and so it was with no regret
that Kylie plunged the needle in to her left breast.

The syringe drained and Kylie extracted it. She could feel the cold
liquid spreading through her body. Kylie put her jumper back on and
closed the lab. There was nothing she could do now. 


When Kylie awoke the next morning, she decided to go the lab and do
a check up of her body. She put on a tank top and shorts and stepped
out of her house and in to the streaming sunlight. As she walked along,
Kylie began to feel her chest get heavier and heavier. Her breasts
began to bounce with more and more force as they gained in weight.

After about 100 metres, Kylie stopped and looked at them in alarm. In
just two minutes, they had grown to twice their original size. Kylie
grabbed them. In the past, she had been able hold them comfortably in
both hands, but now, they were a true handful. Even as she stood there,
she could sense that they were expanding at a slow rate. Kylie ran
back to her house, tits bouncing, and slammed the door shut. Out of
the sunshine Kylie felt her breasts stop growing. She picked up the
phone and dialled Paul.

'Paul, you've got to help me! My experiment has gone terribly wrong!'
she said.

'What's the problem, Kylie?' he asked.

'Um, it's hard to explain over the phone, but I need a lift to the
lab. My car is in the shop.' she said, unwilling to tell him her
problem.

'I'll be right there.' he said.

Despite the warm weather, Kylie put on four jumpers and waited at the
door for Paul. His beat-up truck pulled up outside her house. Kylie
made a mad dash for his vehicle and jumped in the front seat. As soon
as she was belted in, Paul put his foot to the floor and sped away in
the direction of the lab.

'Are you okay?' he asked, swerving hard to the right and risking a
glance in her direction. Even through the jumpers and with her arms
crossed over her chest, Paul could tell that something had happened
there. His eyes popped out of his head, but he was forced to cut short
his perv, as the road beckoned.

'It's my experimental project ... it's gone horribly wrong ... ' Kylie
wanted to say more, but bit her lip, afraid to give Paul the wrong
impression. 'I need to get to the lab, so I can examine my breasts in
more detail.' Paul almost crashed the car when Kylie said that. The
rest of the trip was made in silence, but Kylie could tell that Paul
was straining to see her enlarged breasts through the corner of his
eye.


At the lab, she made Paul wait outside. Kylie ran in and looked around
in dismay. The lab was built fairly recently and was a large and airy
space, with plenty of windows. The piece of equipment she wanted to use
to examine the structure of the cells in her left breast was too big
to move, so she had no choice but to strip down and place the large
mammary under the scope. In the mad rush to block the sunlight before,
Kylie had not had a chance to see her breast, but now, as she moved
to place it under the viewing piece, she was shocked to see how much
it had grown. Both of them were twice as large as they had been only
that morning. Kylie placed the left one on the pad and grimaced as the
cold metal came in to contact with the tender flesh. Her nipple went
rock hard. Having part of her body on the viewing pad made it awkward for
her to operate the machine, but she managed. After about ten minutes,
Kylie's worst fears were confirmed.

The door clanged open and in walked Paul, 'I thought you might need ...'
Kylie spun 'round to face him. Paul gasped when he saw that she was
topless and that her breasts were large and pointed at him. 'Huminah
Huminah Huminah' he said. Kylie grabbed a jumper and covered her shame.
'I thought I told you to wait in the car.'

'What's going on, Kylie?' he asked. Kylie sighed, 'I'm not one hundred
per cent sure, but I think the serum I injected in to myself is making
my breasts grow larger whenever they come in to contact with sunlight.'

Paul whistled in surprise, 'Wow.'

'But I must do more tests ... to see if the effect is temporary, or if
it will spread to the rest of my body.'

She turned around and placed her breast under the scope again. Paul
stood in the background, watching. After another ten minutes, Kylie found
the equipment getting increasingly painful and after half an hour, the
machine popped, as her breast got too big to fit under the small screen.
It was enough time for Kylie to confirm her worst fears.

'It's my worst fears ... confirmed.' she said to Paul, putting on all her
jumpers.

'What? Is the effect only temporary?' he asked.

'No, the opposite in fact. The effect is permanent and will steadily
increase in speed. However, it is only local. Only my breasts are affected.'

'What does this mean? Are you bound forever to wear thick black clothing?
Perhaps you could move to Melbourne.' he suggested.

Kylie gave him a wan smile. 'I'm afraid its much more serious than that.
The sensitivity of the breast tissue to the energy from the sun is
increasing. At the moment, sunlight is needed to make them grow, however,
if left unchecked, it will get worse. Even at night, covered in the thickest
material, energy from the sun that passes through the Earth will affect me.'

'Energy passes through the Earth?'

'Yes, every second of every day, billions of tiny little particles travel
right through you. Most of the time you never notice them, but my breasts
will shortly begin to absorb these particles and start using them to grow.'

'But ... but ... but how big can they get?'

'We're talking pretty big. I don't really know. Surely I'll die from
internal damage before they get too big.'

'We've got to get help. The government ... someone!' said Paul.

'Calm down, Paul, calm down. I've emailed all the experts I know. I have
a small team flying out here. They should arrive in two days.'

'Two days? How big will your breasts be then?' asked Paul.

Kylie could tell that discussion of her growing bosom was exciting Paul.

'Big.' she said simply.



Kylie shut down the lab and walked out to the car with Paul. The exposure
in the lab had made her breasts grow considerably and now the large melon
sized balls of fun were straining against the fabric of her jumpers. Kylie
had never been a "large" girl and had, on occasion, envied the woman with
the fuller chest. Now she was one of those women and she was not enjoying
it one bit, no sir, not at all. Paul had lapsed in to a near coma since
the episode in the lab, and Kylie could tell from the obvious bulge in
his pants and his flushed appearance that his hormones were running
rampant.

Paul dropped her off at her house and told her not to worry. Kylie thanked
him for his help and promised to let him know  the minute her situation
improved. She bade him farewell and began to walk up the path to her 
front door. Paul hung around for a few seconds, wondering if this was the
end of his day. It was. Kylie shut the door and sealed herself off from
the outside world.

Kylie spent a restless night that night. None of her pyjamas fit her
expanded chest, and she had been forced to sleep naked. As she had lain
on her back, Kylie had been acutely aware of the extra weight pressing
down on her chest. The sensations of suddenly have large breasts were
new and disturbing to her. Kylie rolled on to her stomach, but that
was even worse. She could feel the two sensitive lumps under her.
Sighing in surrender she rolled back on to her back and settled in for
a long night. Try as she might, Kylie could not ignore her new
breasts. 'This is horrible. I am obsessed with my new breasts. Are they
the only thing I can think of?' she asked herself silently. 'Am I
destined to be defined through my tits?'

The team was to arrive in two days. By the second day of her wait, the
energy from the sun was affecting her during the day, even in the
darkened confines of her house. By the time her friends arrived, her
breasts had grown to the size of a round watermelon. When Alan, the
leader of the group and one of her friends from the scientific
community entered the darkened room for the first time, he almost
came in his pants. Kylie had peeled off the thick layer of clothing
and rubber she was using to shield her breasts and had displayed them
for Alan in all their glory. They were so round and supple, without
a single blemish or stretch mark.

'This is astounding.' he said, trying to maintain a scientific air
about the discussion. 'I would have expected gravity to drag those
babies to the floor by now.'

'It was part of my serum, the cells in my breasts are super springy.
My back and my internal organs will haemmorage before my breasts
start to show their age.'

'You know, a lot of women would pay a lot of money for that kind
of technology, minus the haemorrhage bit ... although ...'

'I hate to rush you Alan, but I am afraid that in the next two days
my breasts will start to grow even at night.'

'Hmm. This is a fine pickle you've gotten yourself in to.' said
Alan as the rest of the team flooded in to the room, setting up
every conceivable piece of equipment you could think of.


'Say Ahhh.' said Alan, leaning over Kylie. She opened her mouth
and said 'Ahhh.'. Alan nodded with satisfaction and Kylie closed
her mouth. For the last three days, Alan had subjected Kylie to
a battery of tests and experiments in an attempt to understand and
reverse her ever expanding breasts. He had, of course, insisted that
at all times her breasts remained uncovered, so that the team could
'monitor' the situation at all times. If the situation wasn't so
dire, Kylie would have found it amusing that it was only the male
members of the team that seemed to 'monitor the situation at all
times.'

'So, other than the swelling, has there been any other effects in the
last week?' asked Alan, filling out another survey.

'Well, just yesterday, they have started to get really, really
sensitive.'

'Please describe it.' The breasts were now the size of soccer balls,
and Kylie often found herself subconsciously leaning them on something
for support ... her hands, a table, a team member taking measurements.

'Well, the slightest touch makes them tingle. John left the window
slightly ajar last night and a cool breeze came in. I nearly wet
myself, the feeling was so intense.'

'Hmm. Is it an erotic sensation, or a purely environmental one?'

'Oh, extremely erotic. At the first touch, the skin contracts and
my nipples go rock hard. I've also noticed that my ... well, I get
a bit moist.' said Kylie. She knew that her best chance of survival
was in giving the scientists as much information as possible, even if
that meant revealing deeply intimate details about herself.

'Tell, are your super sized breasts playing a larger part in your
masturbation fantasises?' asked Alan.

'Doctor!' exclaimed Kylie, blushing.

'I only ask for the purposes of scientific endeavour.' he said.

Kylie looked at her feet guiltily. 'Yes. Yes they have. I was in the
shower this morning and I started to wash them. They felt sooooo good,
I just couldn't stop. Before I knew it, I was rubbing my fingers in
my cunt. The orgasm was so intense. More intense than it has ever been
before.'

'Interesting, interesting.' said Alan, scribbling away in his notebook.

'Is that your report?' asked Kylie, pointing at his notebook.

'Um, no.' replied Alan, 'It's my letter to Penthouse Magazine. I'm not
quite sure how to start it. "Dear Penthouse Magazine. I have always
read your letters' page with a degree of scepticism, until now." What
do you think?'

'It needs work.' she said. John, the hapless team member who left the
window open the previous evening, chose that moment to open the door
a little too long. A gust of wind swept in and hit Kylie's chest
full on.

'Oooooooh.' she moaned, her chest a rippling sea of erotic energy.
'That felt so good.' She could not resist raising her hand up and
stroking the large mounds of trembling flesh attached to her front.
The sensations made her hornier and hornier, and, past caring, she
moved her other hand in to her panties and began to run her clit faster
and faster. 'Oh, yeah.' she said, grinding her hips on to her fingers.

Alan, John and the rest of the team were stunned.



By the end of the second week, Kylie lost sight of the team. Her breasts
had now expanded to each equal the size of a small car. Using a specially
designed harness, the scientists had suspended Kylie and her breasts up
in the air, so the pressure would not crush her. They concentrated on
the front and underside of the breasts, venturing only to the rear to
ask Kylie questions.

One evening, John and Alan were studying under one of the suspended breasts.

'Well, I can't get over how surreal this is. I don't think my hard-on has
gone down in two weeks.' said Alan. The entire team had spent so long
discussing emotions and sexual responses that talking about one's own
urges was now blase.

'I know what you mean.' replied John, he reached up and stroked the
soft, milky white flesh. It looked like a giant peach or sphere. 'It's
so beautiful. So ... erotic ... like the underbelly of a whale.'

'It just makes me want to lick it, and nibble it and fondle it and
hug it and rub myself all up and down it.'

They looked at each other for half a second.

'I'm sure one quick nibble would be okay.' said Alan. John nodded and
they both proceed to kiss and caress the giant breasts. It began to
quiver and shudder. On the other side of the huge mound, they could hear
Kylie begin to pant.

'Oh, Oh, Oh, more.' she pleaded, lost in a haze of ectasy. They complied,
rubbing and grabbing as much of the soft breast tissue as they could.
Kylie began to buck and pump herself, desperate for release. 'I'm so
hot. God! I have to cum! Oh oh Oh FUCK!' she screamed, masturbating
herself as fast as she could.

The next day, it was official: They were now the biggest breasts in the
Southern Hemisphere.

'I'm afraid we are going to have to take some drastic measures,' said
Alan, addressing Kylie directly to her face.

'What ... what do you mean? Isn't stringing me up like some sort of
puppet drastic enough?' she asked, pointing at her harness.

'We're running out of material that can support such rapid growth. Also,
we believe it is only a few more days until the sheer gravity of the
Earth tears your torso from the rest of the body, at which point you
will be dead. We can't amputate because of the reinforced cells and
we believe we are still nine days away from a cure.'

'But ... But what can you do?' asked Kylie, looking at her van sized
breasts in horror. Even the constant fondling and licking of visiting
journalists was unable to calm her.

'Well, I've been on the phone to the United Nations. NASA has a shuttle
on the launch pad and they're ready to put you in orbit. The weightlessness
there might just buy us enough time to reverse this incredibly ghastly mess.
This incredibly ... hot ... mess.' He said, reaching out to stroke the
top of her breast. Kylie moaned, 'Do it. Do what ever you want, just,
don't leave me horny, please, I beg you.'

'Don't worry Kylie, the team will accompany you in to orbit.'



By the time Kylie reached a stable orbit, her breasts were the size of
two large houses. So big in fact, that the scientists were able to set
up base camp on her chest, although they did lose John when he fell
down a crevasse.

'No high heels!' bellowed Kylie.

Each step on her gigantic floating breasts was a like a little jolt
of sexual energy that was pulsed straight in to her brain and then in to
her crotch. The fact that she was in orbit meant that the energy from
the sun hit her breasts in larger quantities and more powerful doses. She
could feel her breasts growing every second, and it was not long before
she was a person attached to two tits so large they rivalled the moon.

'Kylie, we can stabilise you!' announced Alan a few days later. He
injected a new serum in to Kylie and she felt her breasts slow down.
'That's a relief.' she said, looking down at the Earth. Some spectators
down there had begun to express alarm that her cup size would soon rival
that of the radius of Earth. A few had even suggested letting her go
adrift.

'Now, you have to reverse the process.' she said. Alan nodded but looked
decidedly down. 'What's wrong?' Kylie asked. 'We need a break, we've been
working non-stop for almost a month.' replied Alan. Kylie nodded.

The team set up a mock beach party on her right breast and began to
celebrate their success. Kylie wondered if Paul was wanking off to her
image every night. Certainly, her tits were visible from orbit. The team
set up a volley ball court and began to play a few games. Each bounce and
jump made Kylie increasingly horny and she felt her nipples begin to
harden. They were the size of skyscrapers and their contractions caused
a breast-wide quake. It knocked all the scientists on to their backs and
they began a new game. The men loved it, bouncing up and down on soft,
fertile breasts. It was a dream come true for many of them, and some of
them could not resist masturbating as they went up and down, up and down.

Kylie felt the hot jism splash on her soft tissue and she immediately
orgasmed. 'Wow! It must be some sort of chemical reaction.' she said
to herself. The constant stimulation had her wet again and within moments
she was cumming again. As well as an oversized chest, the serum had
apparently made her appetite for sexual pleasure also oversized.

The party went of for days, with people exploring every nook and cranny
of Earth' new satellite. Finally Alan came up to her, exhausted but
happy.

'Well Kylie, we've discovered an antidote. But I want you to reconsider,
some of us on the team believe that your gigantic breasts are a gift. A
glorious gift to you and to us. It seems a shame to get rid of them.'

Kylie was stunned. Since that fateful day, her life had become a mere
extension of her tits, and now this man was saying that in general,
people preferred her tits to her. 'Alan. I must admit that the
experience has been amazing, but I don't want to live my whole life as
a life support system for two ginourmous (giant and enormous) tits.'

Alan nodded. 'I thought you'd say something like that. I'm happy to
inject the serum in to you, but first, I want you to look at this
crystal my old gypsy grandmother gave me.'

Kylie looked at the crystal Alan was holding up and noticed that it
was spinning. There was something at the centre of the rock that Kylie
could not quite make out, so she stared deeper, trying to see the
picture. Soon, it was all she could think about.

'Kylie, can you hear me?' asked Alan.

'Yesss.' replied Kylie, heavily hypnotised.

'Repeat after me. "I love my breasts."'

'I love my breasts.'

'"I want my breasts to stay this way, forever!"'

'I want my breasts to stay this way, forever!'

'"I will only called them titties, tits, fun-bags, boobs or boobies."'

'I will only called them titties, tits, fun-bags, boobs or boobies.'

'"My breasts are more important than me."'

'My titties are more important than me.'

'And finally, "I must act like a stupid slut if I want people to like
me."'

'I must act like a stupid slut if I want people to like me.'

'Very good, Kylie. When I click my fingers, you will awaken.'

Alan clicked his fingers and Kylie came awake.

'Well Kylie, I'm going to inject the serum now.'

Kylie's eyes widened in alarm. 'Oh no! Please Alan, don't do it. I like
my boobies just the way they are.'

'I'm sorry, Kylie, but it must be done.' he said, lifting the needle.

Kylie began to cry. 'Alan! Please, don't! Isn't there something else
we can do?' she asked. Alan paused, 'Like what?' Kylie smiled coyly
at him, 'Surely you would prefer a blow-job to all that boring science
stuff?' 'I sure would.' he replied.


Two days later, the Prime Minister of the World declared the new breast
moon to be a national heritage park, with a viable eco-tourism industry.
In honour of Kylie, they dedicated a small plaque to her at the local
brothel near her old university and announced the introduction of a new
bra size: AAAAAAAA, especially for her. Like the football jumper they
retire in honour of a really good player. Kylie would have personally
preferred ZZZZZZZZ, but the Prime Minister was reserving that size just
in case one day somebody else's breasts grew bigger.


Shortly after Kylie had settled in to her new life, aliens arrived and
gave the Earth technology to solve all its problems. Apparently the rest
of the universe had considered the Earth too primitive to make contact
with, but the horny aliens could not help but notice that the Earth had
"developed" and "matured".


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The End.
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Notes:
I felt a real empathy with Paul. This was my 20th story. My last
"entertaining" story. Underbelly of a killerwhale?

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