A simple logical theory.



Hypothesis: Existance as a huge pair of breasts is the most desirable way of
life for a woman when all physical needs are satisfied.

by breast I mean physical and living glandular tissue and enclosing skin
possessing similar qualitys to that found on the chest of the human female.
and that is

by "huge pair of breasts" I mean a set of two breasts that are no less than
64" in diameter each that are both necicarily attached to the torso of a human
female.

by "existance as a huge pair of breasts" I mean a physical state in which the
arms and legs have been fused into and are nolonger distinguishable from the
huge pair of breasts.

by "most desirable way of life" I mean that there is no way of life that is
more desirable.

by "a woman" I mean the physical body of a human female.

by "physical needs" I mean the actions and food and any other conditions that
are necessary for the sustinance of life.


        Statements:

        Life in itself has no pourpose. All beings have no pourpose outside of
providing for the continuation of their species. The only way to accomplish
this goal is to survive long enough to bear and raise offspring. After this
life is completely meaningless.
        Survival as an endeavor for the individual female is no longer a
battle. Here in the twenty sixth century all needs are fullfilled. You will
never experience hugher or thirst or need for shelter. It is all taken care
outside of you. You will nolonger need to raise children because that too will
be done for you. Your only need will be to bear at least one child.
        To accomplish this a woman has only to attract and mate with a male.
Males are attracted primarily by a voluptuous and healthy body. The most
prominant display of health and beauty is the breast. Therefore a woman, to
appear to be as healthy as she can by increasing the size of her breasts. As
she has no other needs than this project of attracting and mating with a male
she is free to make her breasts the largest and most dominant feature of her
body to the exclusion of all else.
        By the adoption of this way of life she is accomplishing in the best
way possible her primary pourpose for existing. Furthermore this way of life
is more desirable than any other way because it provides nothing but the most
plesant experiences for the female.

        I conclude that once a woman's own selfish needs are met she should
without delay or hesitation cause her breasts to grow to the maximum size she
can support. Only this will allow her to live a happy and fullfilled life.

        Trial one.

        Test Subject One awoke. She lifted her head off of the soft mass of
fleash that it was resting on. She could feel that the flesh was all a part of
her body. She had nothing besides her head and a few feeble body movements to
move. She accepted this it was simply the first information from her real
living experience that she ever felt. She had other information that was
definitely planted in her brain before she had been awakened. Looking around
she saw a man in a white coat who was a few feet taller than she was off the
ground.
        "Hello. How are you feeling?" He said plainly.
        She thought a moment "I'm feeling okay, I guess."
        "Good, I am now going to see how well you can feel." He ran his hand
along her soft and supple flesh.
        "I can feel that. These are my breasts right?" She wasn't sure because
what was attached to her was much larger and all encompassing than her textbook
definition.
        "Yes, they are size four, type A." He finished testing her tactile
response and turned on a display screen to her right. "This is a computer you
can use your neural implants to communicate with it. Please review this file
while I get ready for the next tests."
        She read it and couldn't find any fault with it. Appearently her maker
had tried to make her so her life would be as enjoyable as possible.
Commendable!
        He came up behind her. She could feel his nakedness. She felt him
move into position. She prepared herself. She didn't really have any feelings
one way or another but her body seemed to know what was coming. It lasted an
hour. He came back a little later to clean her up.
        "I made you to test out my technology. I will use you to test out
weather someone could actually live like this. Then I will set you free and
take your place."
        TS1 nodded.
        "The next test will be to see how long you will last with only minimal
stimulation. I will leave the room for a while and you will be left alone."
        He dissappeared from her vision and she could hear a door close.

        The room she was in was little larger than her dimmensions. She had a
TV, A stereo, And a computer to mess with. She felt no physical discomfort.
        She spent her time aimlessly cruising the net, watching TV, and
sleeping. Time passed quickly for a while but after about two weeks by the
clock on the wall she was getting bored. She wanted to leave the little room so
badly that it hurt. She strained every muscle but did little more than shake
her mass a little bit.
        Her desperation built. She cried. Something triggered inside her brain
and she was calm. She fell asleep. The next day she immagined herself with arms
and legs. She wished she could just leave once. Almost magically she could feel
herself get up. She turned around and saw the door. She looked back down and
saw herself. She would have had a large and strong body had it not been
completely engulfed in tit. She was a bit warry of this newfound freedom.
Cautiously she walked to then streight through the door.
        The world was big and scarry. After about a week of exploring she
returned to her breasts. She looked at them again and realized that they loved
her. They loved her so much that they cradled her body in their warmth where
she would never feel pain, never suffer. She loved them too.
        Later she got into IRC and chatted with various people about various
topicks. When she was asked to describe herself she was honest. Most people
didn't believe her and thought she was sick. There was this one woman who
seemed very interested in her plight. It soon became appearent that she was
about to call the authoritys as soon as she could figure out where TS1 was
located. TS1 angrily and passionately told her that she loved her body and that
she didn't want it changed. The woman wouldn't believe. TS1 killed the chanel
and ignored the woman. TS1 wondered why the woman wouldn't believe her when
she told her that she was alright. TS1 shruged with what sholder she had.
        What she really liked was that the stereo had really powerful base. It
could really shake her tits!

        At the end of the year he came back. TS1 greeted him cheerfully. He had
ben monitoring her on closed circuit cameras. He had been most anxious to see
wheather her mind would be able to cope with its existance. It was thriving.
        He fucked her again this time for two hours. She still had no feelings
one way or another. Something he must have left out of her. He felt her once
more. "Congratulations. You passed. I will now make you a normal person and
take your place. You can live a normal life now."
        "No! I love my tits! Don't take them away!" she pleaded.
        He was suprised. "It'll be alright. You can grow a new pair. I really
made them for myself. You don't have a right to them."
        "I do to. they are my tits and I will keep them."
        He was shocked. He had thought that by not giving her a sexual identity
she wouldn't become too attached to her tits. He was wrong! He decided that
he'd might as well make another tit room for himself.

        After the mortgage on the house went unpaid for several months the
police broke into the house to find two huge pairs of tits in the basement.
Neither would answer any questions nor would they accept any treatment. The
doors to the rooms they were in were much too small to get them out. There was
no way to get them out of the basement if they could be removed from the rooms.
The police had no choice but to leave them there. After some legal hasteling it
was decided that they would be declared a part of the estate and sold with the
house. It was a difficult but unavoidable decision that neither of the two
pairs of tits had any objection to. They were quite a selling point.


        Trial Two.

        TS2 awoke. She was lying on the floor of a large room. She sat up and
looked at herself. She was naked. She looked around and saw a table. She stood
up and walked over to the table. She found a copy of the argument above on the
table. It was most interesting. She could find nothing that she had any
argument against. There were stacks of several cards showing various women with
various sizes of tits. The one marked 4-C was circled in red.
        She smiled. She wasn't quite ready to become that big. Perhaps a size
2-c that she would gradually grow. She closed her eyes. Her breasts began to
bulge from their unremarkable D-cup. In about ten minutes she was up to a
P-cup. The growth stopped. They were numb and couldn't feel anything. She
looked at the table again. There were also some stories. She picked one up and
read it. It seemed to be an inspirational piece intended to encourage her to
grow as large as possible. 'Not yet' she told herself 'got more exploring to
do.' It never occoured to her that there would be any reason why she would not
be able to adjust the size of her breasts.
        She walked around the room. There appeared to be a door on one wall
but there seemed to be no way of opening it. Unexpectedly a male voice boomed
through the chamber. "I am dissapointed. I was hoping you would be huge by
now."
        She fell in love with the voice instantly. Her mind produced fantasys
of what he must look like. "Would you like to see me grow?" she asked.
        "More than anything."
        "Okay." She agreed and walked over to the middle of the room. Her
breasts began growing. They moved mostly downward, gaining only slightly in
width and thickness. They were definitely gaining mass but the weight didn't
increase nearly as much. The tits reached the ground. They started getting
wider and moving along the ground. The ground was smooth and dry. Her breasts
slid forward along the ground away from her. After they were about five feet
in front of her they were soft and mushy. "Is that better."
        "Oooh Yes! But why do you still have arms?"
        She looked at her arms and thought a moment. She couldn't think of a
single thing to do with them. She was already so big that there wasn't much
they could do to push her breasts even with their incredible Borg strength and
everything else was out of reach. "I don't know."
        The beautiful male voice continued "I would like you to give them to
your breasts."
        "Okay." She concented. Her arms smoothly melted into her breasts and
the breasts became firmer and rounder. She waited for her next command.
        "Make them grow again."
        "As you wish." She felt that she could never argue with this amazingly
beautiful voice. They grew untill they went ten feet out in front of her and
no less than four feet off the ground.
        "Give yourself completely to your breasts and fill up the room!"
        She wanted only to comply. She had even less use for her legs than her
arms. They would get sore just from standing before too long anyway and if she
sat they would certainly develop preasure sores. She closed her eyes and grew.
She was supprised when the growth suddenly stopped. She had commanded herself
to fill up the room and now she only took up most of the floor. "What is this!
I have to satsify Him!" she complained to her breasts.
        The door slid open. A woman with a pair of P cup tits entered. "You
already have." She said in the masculine voice. She continued in a feminine
voice. "I made you to satisfy me." She came over to explore the awesome body
of TS2.
        TS2 would have punched the woman or kicked her or done anything. She
tried to make her breasts smaller but couldn't. "You took my arms and legs to
make sure I couldn't hurt you!" TS2 accused.
        "Among other things."
        Over the next sixty years the lesbian woman had her way with TS2. One
day the lesbian took pity on the pair of tits that she had created. She gave
her a man. TS2 was just as happy as she was heartbroken when she had learned
her first man wasn't a man. They were really made for each other. They loved
each other as much as it was possible to love.

        Counterpoint.

"Out of strife; Growth!"

        The Adversary (satan, who out of spite wants to make people suffer)
entered the room. "What can I do with you Mr.Adversary?" I ask. He and I are
usually on good terms but today he seemed a bit upset. "The women you have used
as examples have all been borg. They will agree to anything. Their enjoyment
of their situation is simply a direct result of the fact that they were
expressly designed for the pourpose." (You have been giving these women too
much pleasure.)
        "You mean that they would simply do anything they are asked?"
        "Absolutely. Anything at all." He turned around and presented his
example. A blue haired (unmodified) borg woman. "Here is my demonstration. She
has no sexual desires. She will simply obey me because that is her nature and
not for any other reason." He turned to the borg woman.
        She spoke "Why wouldn't I obey you? Is there any reason why I
shouldn't?" The borg woman was six feet tall, powerfully built, and heavily
muscled. She was wearing only a steel brace over her crotch that would be used
to hold her in place. Since she had no sexual desires it didn't phase her in
the slightest to have it.
        The adversary gave me a wink. "My dear, I would like you to go down the
hall. There is a large suit of clothes that I would like you to fill. If for
any reason you think you can't or for any other reason don't want to do it
simply come back here and tell us why."
        She nodded. She was only a few hours old. She really didn't understand
much yet so she was simply following cues. She entered the room to where she
was sent. There were a few diagrams displayed on the screens above her. She
understood that the 400 square foot area of cloth was actaully a large bra of
some type that would conform to her figure. She would be a pair of 5-c tits.
She would be able to controll the screens by means of a CLT (computer link
tranciever). During and after her growth she would be held in place by a mount
that would attach to the steel part of her body.
        She attached herself to the brace. Then pulled the suit around her and
pulled the zipper closed. She commanded the mount to raise to its final hight.
She concidered calling it off. But as she thought about it the project was
really very simple and streight forward there was really nothing to it. She was
simply going to become a big pair of tits to fill this suit of clothes that's
all. There was nothing more to it than that. She relaxed her body and commanded
her breasts to start growing.

        "But of course she will become a big pair of tits. There is really no
reasoning that would steer her in any other direction." I jestured at the wall.
"Look at her. She was created just a few hours ago. The only reason that she
accepts this is because she doesn't have any other life. I postulate that if
you were to allow her to live in a family for no more than five years she would
develop ties and obligations that would completely prohibit her from allowing
anything to happen to her. A human would obey in the same manner."
        "Lets test." He turned around and summoned another woman into the room.
She was human. Some would say that she was more feminine than the borg in that
she was slimer and daintyer. She looked nervous. She was fitted with the same
device as the borg. "She is like the borg, Her sexual desires have been excised
She should as you say be no different."
        "Please I must protest." I said "Humans are much different than borg.
A human's physical needs can't be met by macinery alone. Humans need to twitch
and scratch and the like. She would quickly loose her sanity. Borg were
designed to take just about any strange situation in stride. Humans are not
that flexable. They are not capable of the ideal I proposed."
        "Oh? Lets see." He turned to the figety woman. "My dear, I would like
you to go down the hall. There is a large suit of clothes that I would like you
to fill. If for any reason you think you can't or for any other reason don't
want to do it simply come back here and tell us why."
        She was a bit perplexed. She hesitantly left the room and went down
the hall. In the large room there was the blue haired woman who she had seen
earlier. She was already filing her clothes with huge mountains of flesh.
"You're huge!" She exclaimed.
        The blue haired woman looked down from her height at the human. "Yeah.
I'm really getting big. Did he tell you to get big too?" She was totaly
unperturbed by what was happening to her.
        "Yes, over there right?" She said pointing at the other expanse of
cloth. She started getting herself ready for the growth. The mount elevated
her body. She discovered that she was afraid of heights! She looked at the
other woman who wasn't having the slightest bit of difficulty in panic.
        Completely missunderstanding and underestimating the difficulties that
the human woman was having. She said "It'll be alright all you gotta do is
send the command to make the growth begin and it'll be alright."
        If the human had been wearing pants instead of a life support system
she would have pissed in her pants. The borg woman's reassurances were most
encouraging. She took a deep breath and her breasts began to bulge.

        Me and Mr.Adversary hashed a few things out. I told him "Even if I did
make the human normal again she would be scared physically and emotionally for
life. I'll have to destroy her. I really don't like doing that."
        Mr.Adversary smiled slightly at the thought of a disintegration. "But
my dear sir! you said that 'Existance as a huge pair of breasts is the most
desirable way of life for a woman when all physical needs are satisfied.'"
        "Yes and I stand by that. But as I said, a human woman has more
physical needs than a borg woman. The borg woman will do quite well for an
indefinite period. The human woman has needs that can't so easily be met."
        The devil was looking a bit sad because it was clear that he was
loosing. There was one last chance. "I propose that your borg is not a woman."
        When she's done lets ask her.
        The borg woman felt that she wasn't growing anymore. Her giant tank top
thing held her absurdly bloated volume well. She looked around trying to figure
out what she was supposed to do next. She looked through the wall and saw the
man who had created her still talking to the man sitting at the desk.
Hesitatingly she reached out with her mind 'I'm done?'
        The two men looked in the direction of the lab and then nodded at each
other. I sent back 'Good job, we're coming.'
        The human woman was really having some problems. She was
hyperventilating saying "aaaaahhh aaaaahhh aaaahhhh" like she was majorly
constipated or something. I tried to ignore her, she was in no danger, and
rolled a set of stairs like you would find in a large store and me and the
devil climbed up onto the borg's tits. He sat on the left one and I on the
right. Our weight pushed the flesh down a good six inches. "How are you doing?"
I asked.
        "Pretty good. I am still numb all over so I don't know what I will feel
like when I get my senses back. I am a bit concerned about the other woman
though she seems to be having some problems."
        The devil chuckled taking delight in something only a devil could. I
said "I think she'll be alright. Right now I would like you to take a look at
something." I turned around and the screen showed my initial argument in favor
of bigtittedness. "What do you think?"
        "It seems reasonable. But I will have to experience more before making
a decision. So far I find this just as acceptable as anything else."
        The devil made his argument "I think the statemtn is false because I
think it only applies to women. As you can see that woman over there is having
some rather severe problems. The only reason you are doing better is that you
are not a human and therefore in my oppinion not a woman."
        "What he is asking is 'Are you a woman?'" I finished.
        She thought about this for a while. She had a textbook definition of
woman built into her. She compared it to herself. "What do I look like?" She
asked.
        I pulled a mirror out of thin air and showed her face to her. It was
the first time she had seen it. She exparemented with various expressions. She
raised one eyebrow and then the other. Winked one eye then the other. Pulled
her lips appart and looked at her teeth then tongue. "I look like a woman. I
used to have a body like the textbook woman but now I am a pair of breasts I
guess that makes me different now?"
        "Inside you are still the same. We've just added some layers of flesh."
I winked at the devil. "You are free now. You should be able to watch tv or do
anything you want with these monitors. If you choose to stay like this a nurse
will be here soon to take care of you.
        She shrugged. "I guess I'll stay here then, have nothing better to do
and I'd hate to have all this flesh go to waste." She looked up and put some
cartoons on and quickly started laughing.
        I gave the devil a smug 'take that!' look. I then sent instructions to
one of my girls and reassigned her from the role of 'domestic' to personal
attendant on these women. We went over to see about the other woman. We waited
a few minutes for her growth to stop and then we climbed up onto her tits. She
was conscious but in a complete fog. Her stare was blank and her breathing
shallow and rapid.
        I put on some music (Zeppelin, the only real music), she responded.
From a state of complete oblivion she became slightly interested in her
surroundings. She giggled slightly at the funky sound of the music. "Are you
alright?" I asked.
        "I guess so but I can't move!" She looked at me pleadingly begging me
to let her move. I looked at the devil.
        "I'm sorry but you will have to stay like this for the rest of your
life."
        She started crying. The nurse arrived. She was a default type borg
brown hair blue eyes, unenhanced figure. She was wearing a shirt and jeans. Her
personality and sexuality were completely normal. I signaled her to come over.
She rolled the stairs over so that they came up right behind the woman. She
climbed up and held the woman's head close to her. She skillfully used her
telepathy and telekenesis to reshape the woman's mind and brain so it would
survive.
        In a few minutes the woman had recovered. She was feeling much better
now. The nurse reported that she would require ongoing care but would be okay.
I told her that she would be assigned to the job. She thanked me for giving her
something interesting to do. I returned my attention to the argument.
        "Doing better?"
        "mhumm" She nodded.
        "What do you think about yourself."
        "I'm big!"
        "Do you think big people enjoy themselves more than small people?"
        "Of course!"
        I smiled at her. Her mind had been reduced to that of a young child but
she would be okay. The nurse would read to her and play games with her. She
would be without want.
        The devil just scouled at me and left.

        Neither of the two women would ever take pleasure from a man but they
would sure give it!