Fantasy.


                        Great Fortune
        Staring Pronoun people! (don't look for names)

        A man and a woman lived in a large chamber. The chamber was of the
man's design as was the woman. She was for the most part, brown hair clear blue
eyes, normal with no feature outstanding. They would lounge aorund on the
sofas. Watch tv and play board games. Life was fun. One day they played with a
(riged) wegi board. The man took the first turn. "What is my fortune?"
        YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH A BEAUTIFULL WOMAN (sic)
        They both laughed because they were already very much in love. The
woman asked the board "What is my fortune?"
        YOU MUST GROW HUGE BREASTS
        The woman looked up dismayed. It took her a minute or two to connect
the sentence with her own chest. She looked at the man in panic. Questions
began to fill her mind. How? Why? How big? The man took over and took the next
turn. "How much must she grow?"
        3C AND 1200 GALLONS
        The woman looked at the man in terror. It was the number twelve hundred
that did it. 'How could I possibly grow twelve HUNDRED gallons?!'
        "I think I have some files on big breasts in my cabinet, let me go get
them."
        The man returned with a stack of cards. Each had a numbered tab and
a series of pictures. The first few were numbered 1-a and b. The woman looked
at these and saw that these were substantially larger than what she had but
wouldn't really mind carrying them. The next few numbered 2-a, b, and c were
twice as large as the previous set. The woman marveled at their incredible
size. The next cards were numbered 3-a, b, and c The woman stared at card 3-c
in hrror. These were massive. Nearly a yard across *before* secondary
development. They were so large that the woman who seemed so proud to own them
didn't even have arms! She ran to the digital (programmed) 8 ball fortune
teller and told it. "I can't become that huge!" The LED display began to glow
        You Must
        "But I will be too big!"
        You Will Be Perfect
        "Why?"
        To Achive Bliss
        "Why?"
        To Fulfill Your Potential
        She threw the ball at the floor. It made a loud electric shorting
sound and smoke began to issue from its cracked casing.
        "Try the (stacked) tarrot cards." The man suggested.
        Twelve Cards; Ten women; Twenty oversized tits; A metal disk with a
two charictor display reading 3C and 4 rows of three large barrels labeled 100
gallons.
        The woman started crying. The man held her close. Her mind was
churning. The man knew that this was the critical time. If the chips fell into
the right place then he will have succeded. If not he would have to tun the
board over and start again. Now is the time when she is most suceptable to
suggestion. Especially from one she trusts.
        "Oh it will be wonderfull, Can't you immagine... I will envy you so
much. You will be so soft and warm. She stopped crying and started thinking.
She really couldn't visualize as well as a man can but she wondered what such
a volume of fleash wold feel like and what it would feel to have her fleash
spread out all over the place caressing the furnature and the marvelous
sensations it would bring her. She dosed for about a half an hour. He stired
her awake. "Well?"
        "Hmm, I think I'll do it."
        "You sure?"
        She nodded, "Yes." more definitively. He pulled the disk out of his
pocket and placed it in her hand.
        "What do I do with it?"
        "Touch it to the middle of your belly, Here in the middle where it is
firmer. It will tell your body what to do."
        She lifted her shirt and did as he instructed. Nothing seemed to
happen. She looked at him wondering. He took the disk back and put it in his
pocket. Care for some TV? They went back to their normal afternoon schedule.
The woman's chest was growing for sure. It was beginning to take up the slack
in her shirt. The man was carefull to keep the normal routine. They went to bed
fully clad, as always and started hunting down their respective sandmen. She
was almost afraid to go to sleep but she could feel a soothing calm filing her
and she slept.
        A snap brought her back awake. She recoiled in fear. Her breasts had
drawn the fabric of her shirt taught and now the buttons were beginning to
give way. It didn't take much force because the person who had stiched the
shirt togeather hadn't cared to use more than one thin strand to hold the
buttons on. (Oops) The growth continued and she was back asleep before the
next one popped an hour later. In the morning something disturbing was
happening her breasts had already surpassed the twos and now they were
beginning to grow togeather with her arms. This was pulling her arms forward
but she was still wearing her shirt!
        He saw this and only with an effort was he able to pull the shirt off.
The Woman looked in wonder. Her arms emerged from the sides of her tits about
halfway down her upper arm. She used this to carress the sides of her tits
while she still could. The fleash consumed her arms faster than she would have
wished. Two hours after waking she was now armless. She could feel her fingers
being drawn into the soft mass and that was that. She experamented with her
breasts. Wiggleing and jiggleing and feeling the furnature of the room. She
spent the entire day experiencing the room again for the first time.
Everything was now so *facinating*.
        In the morning of the next day her fate was clear. A large palate had
been lowered from the celing. On it were four rows of three barrels. Each
contained a hundred gallons and stood 5 feet off the ground and was fully three
and a half feet in diameter. <author's guess
        The man attached a hose to the first one and brought the other two ends
and placed them firmly on her breasts. Thick fluid started emptying from the
barels and filling her tits. She watched in amazement as there seemed to be no
end to their growth.
        During the evening the man and the woman talked and joked.
        The man could tell that she was turning out well. He was pleased.
        The woman's breasts absorbed the liquid for the next eleven days. The
woman grew and grew. In the end each breast was as big as a couch. She kneeled
on the thick shaggy carpet taking in what was now her.
        Now was the time for the quality assurance tests. He ran his hand up
and down the amazing volume of the breasts. They were perfectly soft and
incredibly smooth. He leaned over the breast and looked in her face. Her eyes
were bright and lively and showed clearly her respectable intelegence. He asked
her to do some mobility tests. "Stand."
        With an effort she was able to pull enough of the fleash off the ground
to stand. "I'm so heavy!"
        "That's alright. Now see if you can lie flat on your back." He was most
pleased. Normally when a girl gets this big she starts distinguishing herself
from her breasts. To this one It was all her.
        She was able to wiggle herself into the space between her breasts. She
was not quite on the ground but it was close enough for government work.
        "Okay, please kneel again."
        With great effort she was able to manage to get herself back into the
kneeling position.
        He streightened her hair for her and cleaned some smudges off her
face. He moved around behind her and traced her curves from where the softness
of her upperbody turned into the firmness of her stomach and down into the
shapeliness of her hips and buttox. He ran his hands over the coarsness of the
denem jeans she wore. She seemed to draw breath expecting, wanting. Very good
sign. Now for the test. He brought himself close to her pulling with his left
hand on her jeans to provide stimulation and caressed her softness with his
right. He thrust with his hips. She rocked with the preasure and the momentum
was transfered to her breasts where it moved down and was reflected back in
highly synchronized waves. Back to her to triger the orgasm and finally back to
him.
        Test successfull. He slowly pulled himself away from her. She leaned
backwards and basked in the heat that was still flowing through her. He looked
and studied his handywork. Perfection was so hard to attain...
        "I will be leaving you now. Your husband will arrive in a few hours.
It has been a pleasure."
        "Thank you. It's been wonderfull. Please stop and visit whenever you
can."
        "I will, best wishes. I'll be on my way now." With a nod of respect he
left.
        Creating the world's bigest breasts wasn't easy but somebody had to do
it. His client would be most pleased with his work. They all were. And yes
his job did have its rewards. For one thing he got to keep the ones that didn't
turn out quite perfect. For another thing there was no feeling in the world
like when they thanked him personally for his hard work as only the very best
would. As he was packing the credits into his ship to return to his own wives
he thought with amusement about all the others who had tried to compete in his
business.
        Of all that tried. Only few could approach his level of physical volume
and perfection. Of those who could achieve an acceptable product physically
none even remotely approach the spirit and loveability that was his trademark.
        Some would just create the body and send it out raw without any mental
development. These were okay but invariably dull Alright that they were always
agreeable but unacceptable that they were just empty bodies that responded to
the correct touches.
        Others would attempt to add a personality, by short circuiting certain
parts of the brain and using a programmer to teach all the basic skills. These
were slightly better in that you could talk to them and they were often quite
sexy in their own simple ways.
        Some, like him would spend the time to create the mind as they created
the body. Most of these people never bothered to take the care required to
ensure the woman would be well adjusted to being mostly tit. Their products
ranged from those who were cold and disdainfull, or jealous, and even worse
those who would attack with their teeth any that approached. Those were sad
cases because they would have to be destroyed.
        The man took one look back over his shoulder as he climbed into his
ship. 'it takes art.' he thougt. Then looking in at the twenty five milion
credits he was taking home from this job 'it pays to be the best.'

        Do not attempt at home. It takes a trained telepath to correctly
duplicate these results.



                        Outrageous Fortune

        The casino trembeled with anticipation as the five hundred contestants
who had spent nearly if not their entire life's savings during the auction
where the tickets had been sold. Lucy didn't know why she was here. Though the
reader already knows. Someone had typed her name and address on the front of
an envelope, inserted the ticket, sealed and then stamped it. On the card was
printed "The Nebula Casino Raffel, May 7, 3120. #342(f)" The owner of the
casino started the counter. It would count from 1 to 500 then reset to 1
untill stopped. The counter ticked off the numbers slowly then faster and
faster untill the digits looked like 888. It was going to fast to know wheather
or not it actually had reached the number at which it stopped. The owner didn't
bet that anybody would have the courage to volunteer to stop the counter. He
asked one of the Cassino's personel to press the button.
        The counter halted at 342 exactly not more, not less. Each in the room
so fully expected to win that when it was clear that there was only one winner
they were stunned to lose.
        Lucy stood and waved her ticket. Immediately eight hugely powerfull
armed guards rushed in from all sides of the room to encircle her. At seven
feet they towered two feet above Lucy's head. The guards rushed her to the
front of the room. A servant motioned for lucy's ticket. He examined it and
nodded to the owner. "We have a winner!"
        "Great, What did I win?"
        Disbelieving the cassino astaroid owner finally said "You have been
selected to become the living symbol of this casino."
        "Does that mean you are offering me some sort of job?"
        The owner of this wholedamnplanetandeverythinginit cringed. "It is the
philosiphy of this casino that its patrons should enjoy a state of rapture for
the duration of their visit you will be made to reflect this." He turned to a
man standing off to the right "Doctor, you may begin when ready, sedate her if
necessary." The doctor nodded to the owner and then to the guards. They were
taken to a large glass domed room It was circular there was a large space in
the middle seperated from several rows of chairs around the edges by a red
line. The door to the rest of the cassino was closed. The guards took up
positions along the red line.
        The doctor studied Lucy "Nervous?"
        "What are you going to do to me?"
        "To put it simply you will become a great big pair of tits."
        Lucy laughed. It would take a pretty silly person to become a big pair
of tits. Immagine!
        "Can you tell me about yourself Any medical history?"
        "I was once on the wrong side of the Door without a suit for 80 seconds
when I was five."
        "Family?"
        "Astaroid miners boring and dull."
        "How old are you?"
        "Twenty, I should have been shiped off to school two years ago but my
parents couldn't let go."
        "Now please take off your clothes and any other personal item
you might have on you."
        "No, If you want a big pair of tits go ask one of those other people."
        "I'm sorry that won't be possible. Please remove your clothes."
        Lucy was about to appeal to interstellar law but realized with horror
that none applied to bodies less than a thousand miles in diameter. "Please no."
        The doctor reached up into the thin air above his head and pulled out
a hypo spray.
        "Alright." Half crying she removed her clothes and heaped them up on
the floor. "Now what do you want me to do?"
        "Nothing, Absolutely nothing." He made a trade with the air, the hypo
spray for a pair of rubber gloves and a small metal block. He placed it on her
bellybutton. At first it seemed that the doctor was the silly one but presently
the block started to melt into her fleash. In a moment it was invisable Lucy
could feel it moving downward she could feel a tickeling all the way down her
front side and then up her back side and then she couldn't feel it at all.
        Then it moved upwards to her breasts. The doctor stepped out of the way
Her growth started slowly but gained speed at an exponential rate. If you were
gifted as the Orions you would be able to detect a stream of particles
streaming in to her from the astaroid's centeral power station. Lucy screamed
as her breasts absorbed her arms without even slowing down. The scream faded
and she was left ghasping. They were already far bigger than she had ever
dreamed breasts could possibly be. Without any concern for Lucy the breasts ate
her arms. Quickly in their hunger for growth her breasts began to nibble at
her legs. It took only ten seconds for her legs to be completely eaten up
without a trace remaining. Still they grew and grew. All too suddenly they
stopped. The doctor smiled at the results. Each breast was twenty one feet
long and ten and a half feet above the ground. Lucy's torso was suspended
between them about six inches above where it normally stood.
        The doctor inserted something into her tailbone. "This will let you
talk to the computers the way I do. It will provide you with anything you'll
need." Lucy rested her head on her cleavage and started to cry.
        The dors opened to allow the first of the spectators into the room.
They would be allowed to come and go as they pleased provided that not even a
little finger crossed the red line. One guy couldn't controll his desires. He
was shot by one of the guards. The dart wasn't lethal but it gave the man
seven days and seven nights of the most perfect pain.

        Dillan won the (m) contest. He wouldn't recieve any physical
modification, but only the privlage of crossing that red line.
        Lucy didn't have the slightest notion as to what was about to happen
to her. As far as she was concerned it would be another day of messing with
the stupid people who came to gamble by granting and revoking "Luck" (she had
access to those computers too).
        Dillan approached the line. All he could see was the blues and purple
gasses of the nebula and a pair of hypermassive tits. They were still hers but
now they were all his.


                        The Contract.

written because it needs to be written.

        When Samantha was young she wanted to have the biggest breasts in the
whole world. Now that she is older she feels the need to *be* the biggest pair
of tits in the entire unverse. Now it looks like she might get her wish.
        Her father had always told her "Sam, you have always been talented,
No door can remain closed to you once you put your mind to it, I hope that you
will one day make something out of yourself. Just don't waste yourself on this
foolish quest of yours." And when he was in his worse moods he would say it
more directly "Sam It is not propper for a young girl to want such things."
She brought it up so often that her parents insisted that she see a
phsychiatrist. He found that though a bit strange there was nothing about her
desires that warrented a phsychiatric diagnosis.
        Sam tried every day to find a way to make her dream come true. She
found a man, Kyle Flyn, who was the most highly recommended vendor of large
breasts. But he worked for men and charged an astronomical fee for his work.
Fortunately her grandfather was a man who believed in dreams even those he
didn't like. After she recieved her share of his estate she took the next
avilable space taxi to Kyle's personal planetoid.

        The taxi approached the planetoid. As per protocol Samantha made her
formal request for docking and disembarking. The request was granted.
        Stepping out of the airlock samantha smiled. She was at the right place.
She was greated by the largest breasts she had ever seen. They were sunk into
the floor at least four feet but that didn't prevent them from rising higher
than samantha's head. The greeter wore a silver crown and a fliece of purple
hair and nothing else. "Welcome!" (size 5-a)
        Samantha knew that to be for certain the largest in the universe she
would have to be at least ten times as big as this little runt. "I need to have
the biggest breasts in the universe."
        "Well I guess you've come to the right place but *Why* would you want
to be bloated and immobile?"
        "I just need to be big."
        "Hmph. You'll leran. Life sucks when you can't even scratch yourself.
You wanna see the Boss? Go right in."
        A door irised open and Sam walked through.
        The room was huge and almost litterally stuffed with a myrad of
gigantic tits of a wide variety of sizes. A male voice called to her "Come on
up." The voice came fro from the top of a thirty foot long wall of flesh. The
wall was actually a gigantic right tit! two smaller women seemed to be growing
out of the top of this tit. The man was resting between a pair of thirty two
inch tits. He motioned at the opposing pair.
        Sam climbed up using some of the other breasts that happened to be
lying around. It was so wonderfull the feel of all this fleash. Sam settled
into the cleavage of the other woman. She rested her head on Sam's shoulder and
seemed to fall asleep. Sam pushed on the left tit exparementally. Exquisite.
        "I need to be the biggest pair of tits in the universe. How much will
it cost and when can you start?"
        "Woah Woah now. Hold *on*. What did you say your name was?"
        "Samantha, Samantha Gates."
        "First thing, samantha, I don't take orders like that Second Lets sart
with why you want to be so big."
        "I just need to be big."
        "No. Not good. Now Why?" Kyle studied her.
        "I guess its because I feel so rebelous."
        "Good. Why?"
        "Society is so demanding They insist that everybody be so prudeish."
        "Better. Now what are you going to do about it?"
        "I am going to show them that life can be simple and well... orgasmic."
        "So I take it you don't intend to live on some remote astaroid."
        Sam smiled sheepishly. "I am going to be in Alpha dome on New Avalon."
        He smiled. "I don't think they will accept *that* much rebeliousness.
How big do you think the biggest breasts are anyway." Well during my research
I learned that cases of up to fifty feet have been reported."
        "Well what would you do if I made you sixty feet and somebody came
along who was seventy. What would you do then?"
        "I don't think that will be an isue because I plan to be a thousand.
feet."
        "You're serious?"
        "Very. I have already purchaced three citty blocks and construction is
in progress on the cradles calculating for a length of one thousand feet, a
witdth of 500 with and a 90 degree angle of separation. I wasn't sure of the
exact specafications for my body mount, I'll let you fill that in."
        Kyle was stunned. It took him a minute to collect his thoughts. "My
fee will be one hundred million pluss supplies."
        "Gladly."
        "Take this to get started. It goes on your bellybutton." Samantha
slipped it into her tight black dress. The growth was quick and nearly
explosive. Instead of arms she now had two huge knockers just like those she
ws now wedged between. (size 3-A)
        "I'll send the planns to your builder and meet you there in a week."
        Samantha bounced down to ground level and bounced out of the room with
a demenour of exeuberant anticipation.

        After an anxious seven days kyle kept his apointment. Sam was standing
on the platform that was to become her home her father was there pleading with
her to reconsider. "Look your breasts are big enough as they are, there is no
need to take up three city blocks." The cradles that were soon to contain her
absurd volume seemed to streatch out to the horizon.
        When Kyle arived he joined right in. "I'll return 99% of what you have
paid me and let you keep what you already have if you'll please listen to
your father."
        Jiggling her quite impressive chest Sam replied "No absolutely not I
will not reconcider I must be the most hypermassive pair of tits in the entire
universe. Anything less is just not good enough!
        Kyle cringed. "Don't say we didn't warn you. he pointed at samantha's
belly and it started to become hard. Kyle moved over to her and removed her
pants. Revealing that her crotch and much of her abdomin was now encased in a
solid block of metal with slightly rounded edges. Kyle moved her over to where
her body was to be mounted, put her into place and using a socketwrench bolted
her into place. She could have the bolts removed after the growth was finished.
        "Please reconsider. this is your last chance."
        "Doit!" Sam ordered with anger.
        Kyle stood back as Samantha started to grow. Her breasts maintained
their sphirical shape as they grew biger and heavier. They slowly grew downward
towards the bottom of the cradle. they sucked up samantha's legs and left her
with only her torso and head. Samantha could feel the marvelous size of herself.
Each sensation made her want ten times more.
        She got her wish. Her growth went on for ten rapturous days. Only the
gods could grow bigger than this! When it was finly over she slept.
        Although it would be far to dangerous to allow people to climb up on
top of the breasts for fear of falling off people could still use the walkway
that ran along the top of the cradle and admire the softness of the fleash.
She got her other wish too. She brought about a sexual revolution that gave new
freedoms to all of New Avalon's inhabitants.
        She lived happily ever after.


                        Starchild

        Starchild awoke on the surface of a black hole. The crushing gravity
barely even affected her. There was little that she could touch in her universe
except the perfectly smooth ground and the incesant hail of particles that
rained down from above but avoided hitting her. She looked up and could see
myrads of stars and galixys in the far distance. She could look closer at these
stars and see planets flying around the stars and ships flying around the
planets. Many of these planets and ships were peacefull and content but there
was so much war and suffering that Starchild wept many tears for them.
        It hurt her so much to see all the pain in the universe that she could
do nothing about. She wished that she could shut her eyes and ears and not see
the wretched misery.
        One day she picked up a tiny glowing piece of the black hole. She put
it in her mouth and chewed on it. It was hard and tasted bitter to her she spat
it out. Then with no notion of what is sick to dissuade her she put a piece of
it up her pussy. The sensation was immediate and overwhealming. She moaned in
perfect rapture. When she recovered she saw with supprise that her chest that
was once flat was now supporting two huge fleashy spheres that extended out as
far as her arms. Such wonderfull sensations that they did produce she knew
that by doing it again they would only be redoubled.
        Starchild picked up a whole handfull of the white hot material and
forced it into her. The sensation was explosive and overwhealmed her capacity
to feel. The handfull contained sevearal hundred tons of material her breasts
exploded forth. Her arms and legs became useless and were consumed by her
breasts. She looked and saw that the hail of particles now impacted into her
flesh and were consumed. Her breasts continued to grow.
        Still she woried that without arms she would nolonger be able to
collect that devine material that was so completely mandatory for her
happiness. She looked down longingly. Her breasts held her so far away that
she thought she would never feel that rapture again. But she saw that as she
concentrated on the material it seemed to streatch and pull its way out towards
her. She willed harder and the substance made contact.
        Rapture.

        The ship never saw it coming. Who would expect to colide with a mass of
fleash several lightyears in extent. The ship colided and was consumed. They
tried everything to escape but there was no way. The steel of the ship was
rapidly becoming the flesh of breast. And the flesh of the crew became one with
the breast. Starchild heard their screams and told them that they nolonger had
anything to fear. They would now live for ever in perfect and absolute peace
and security.
        Another ship arrived. It was cleverer than the first. It traveled
alongside her flesh for weeks untill it found her body. Men came to her in
spacesuits. They stared at her for an hour as she smiled at them. They seemed
to come to a decision and walked back over her fleash to their ship. They
pulled out a distance and then fired their weapons at her. She was not phased.
        Sadened that they couldn't see that her only wish was to bring peace to
the universe she gave them peace and consumed them into her flesh. She now knew
her work. She would bring all the stars into her body and give them peace.

        System after system was brought into her. Her growth was infinite. Each
voice she welcomed gladly even the ones who would kill her in an instant and
without remorse. And all was peacefull forever after.