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Connie's Weed Pt. 02

Connie's Weed, Part 2 β€” Standing On The Bosoms Of Giants

A four part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations.

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A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond the size depicted in Woody Allen's "Giant Breast" skit in "Everything you always wanted to know about sex" (the 1972 movie). If you thought that was hilarious, or unsettlingly arousing, you're more than welcome to continue reading. Of course this tale has action, tension and fighting (in short, "conventional" storytelling), too.

However, if you are put off by the sheer offbeat weird impossible flight of fancy that is BE, you probably shouldn't bother with this tale.

Thank you.

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Meek magic-wielding Connie gets a nightmarish glimpse of what may be in store for her while her spunky and recently-accidentally-turned-buxom BFF Marge devises her own plans for the shy girl who holds power over her body. And does she ever have big plans ...

Obscure musical reference:

"But a breath of life / Can make our engines roar ... A kiss of life for sleeping giants" β€” The Lightning Seeds, Bound In A Nutshell

Altaerna – a world, where the laws of reality may become mere guidelines at any given time, where magic and machinery are intertwined, where all those things creeping in the shadows of fantasy may step forward onto the mind's stage.

Apart from that, it's not so different from ours. This story unfolds in a time close to our own.

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What happened so far:

Part 1: Shy and slender biology student Cornelia "Connie" Prince finds out she's different: She can see plants and fruits that other people just don't notice. Enticed by the prospect of a lucrative discovery, Marge, her raven-haired, spunky, sorta-kinda BFF, ends up with a mouthful of the strange berries by accident, and the mouthful soon turns into a pair of ample handfuls. Connie tries to get some of that for herself, only to find out that her power to see the fruits means she's immune to their body-changing properties. During her self-experimenting, she involuntarily triggers another growth spurt in Marge and is forced to admit, to herself and to Marge, that she's attracted to excessive breasts.

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Chapter 5: Panicky Night

Note: This one chapter has extreme giantess growth, domination AND bursting. If you're looking mainly for sweet fun, then You May Not Like It. In this case, skip to the next chapter, please.

Connie couldn't recall where she was, how she had gotten where she was, how she had ended up in her friend's embrace, or, as a matter of fact, what had happened at all after she dropped Marge off at her flat. She distinctly remembered driving in uncomfortable silence, seeing Marge scamper to the door, her stooped frame as she held the old leather jacket shut with one hand to hide the ripped garments underneath while she frantically fumbled on the lock. She vaguely remembered fighting the booze in her system for control, coming home to her tiny student flat, locking the door and sitting on her bed, not moving at all, just staring at her hands, watching the faint glow under her skin as it faded over the next hours.

So why then was she in this bland hotel room, and why was Marge there, and why was Marge spread-eagled under her? The hints were pretty obvious. Her skin was covered in hot sweat, and the scents of lovemaking filled the bedroom. The sheets clinging to her naked legs were soaked. And the taste on her tongue was ... distinctly female, yet not from a place as decent as the cheek.

Panting fiercely, Marge struggled to her elbows and stared with wide eyes and a manic grin into Connie's confused face.

"Gods, Connie, where did you learn to do those things with your tongue?"

"I? What I β€” what did I do?! That's β€” I β€” I didn't do a thing!"

Marge laughed whole-heartedly and ruffled her friend's disheveled mane.

"Yeah, not a thing. Oh heavens, you did a hundred different things, and they all were incredible! I can't believe I've wasted so much time chasing boys with a sex goddess like you around! I could go for another round. Flip over, let's try sixty-nine again!"

"No! That wasn't me!" yelled Connie, struggling to her hands and knees and crawling backwards from the bed. She stared at the big wet spot in the sheets between Marge's toned legs, and touched her own face to find her cheeks and chin covered in gooey moisture.

"Well, you sure seemed beside yourself when you munched your way into me," giggled Marge and winked.

Still shivering with confusion and terror, Connie clambered to her feet and backed away from the figure splayed out on the rumpled bed.

"Marge, I, I," she stammered and lost her voice as she ran into the wall.

The curvy girl rose from the bed and slunk closer. She raised her arms and put her splayed fingers on the wall to the left and right of Connie's shoulders, trapping her taller friend. Her hot and sweaty skin pressed against the shaking figure. She pulled down Connie's head to hers and closed her confused lover's trembling lips with a passionate kiss.

After a few moments of writhing in a surge of desire, Connie pushed her away.

"No, Marge, I β€” "

The world blinked.

Marge closed in again and cupped Connie's head in her hands.

"Oh sweetie, you don't have to feel ashamed. Whatever you want, whatever you desire, you know you can tell it to me. And whatever you want to do with my body, I'm game!"

"Marge, stop! It's β€” it's all wrong! This has to stop!"

"Oh, all right!" Marge shoved Connie's shoulder and backed away, frustration in her gaze. "First you lure me into playing for the other team, and then you get all coy about it? Some day you'll have to admit to yourself you're the biggest dyke for miles!" She sat down heavily on the bed and reached for her clothes, struggling into her sweater. "Damn, I could've sworn it wasn't so tight before. You've given me another pound up top, Missy Magic?"

Connie just stared at her friend. Slowly, her trembling hand wandered to her chin.

"Mβ€”Marge, cβ€”come here."

"Huh?" Marge probingly squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her pullover, then she raised her eyebrows. "Oh. So now you want β€” It's that ripping clothes kink of yours again, eh? Right-o, just go ahead, I've got another one β€”"

"Shut up and come here!" yelled Connie. Taken by surprise, Marge obediently jumped to her feet. Connie grabbed her shoulders. She didn't need to lean down any more to do that.

"You're β€” oh gods, you're taller now! You're as tall as me! You weren't just seconds ago! You never were as tall as me!"

Blink.

Bump.

"Ouch! Nnnnghβ€”"

Rrrripβ€”snap.

Connie jumped back as the torn pieces of the sweater burst from Marge's body and fluttered down on the floor. The raven-haired girl stooped and held her concussed head that had run into the ceiling. From her new nine-feet height, she stared down on her friend in surprise, and then her broad face changed into an over-eager smile as she sat down on the bed. The sturdy frame creaked when she spread her thighs wide and put her elbows on her knees, leaning in to Connie. She pointed her forefinger, as long as Connie's whole hand now, at her friend.

"You kinky little witch, you! You're making me grow all over! Oh wow, that's even better than just tits and ass! I'll be like Godzilla! A hot, naked, giant Godzilla girl! So, how big do you want me to be? Big as houses? Big as a skyscraper?"

With her back against the wall, Connie crabbed sideways towards the door. "No, please, I β€” I don't want that β€” not at all β€”" Her fingers wrapped around the door handle.

Marge darted forward. Her plate-sized hand slammed against the slowly opening door and threw it shut again. Connie stared at the muscles on the trunk of her friend's arm that blocked her only way out.

"Yeah, right." Marge slanted her head and fixated Connie with a greedy, smirking stare. "Not at all, just like the not at all when you blew up my tits at our plantation, huh?"

Blink.

"Haaahβ€”!"

The giantess snapped bigger from one batting of Connie's eyelids to the next. At least eleven feet of well-proportioned, muscle-filled body crouched on the struggling bed now. Marge exhaled. "Gods, that felt great. Look at me! Look at those!" She flexed her arms and cupped her bicepses. "I bet I could ..." Marge grabbed the chair by the door and lifted it effortlessly with two fingers. The tubes of the chair's frame screamed in mechanical agony as she crushed it with both hands into a lump of metal pipes. Tossing it against the wall, she let herself fall backwards on her bed and giggled.

"Heh, like a puppet toy. You think you can give me more of that? Do you wanna ride me as I grow under you? Hey, quit that running now!"

Connie jerked back and barely managed to swivel out of the way as Marge's foot stomped the door shut again. The giantess splayed out on the urgently protesting bed, and Connie was trapped in the triangle formed by the wall and the pair of Marge's sturdy two-yards legs. Marge reached out, grabbed Connie's shoulder with her strong paw and drew her closer β€”

Blink.

"Unnnghβ€”!"

Fifteen feet.

Crunch.

Marge laughed, a deep, deafening laughter that shook through her body, sent her breasts bobbing and made the window panes rattle.

"So much for the bed! Oh well, you'll have me as a mattress, so come here." She pulled the helpless little figure on top of her midriff. Her big hands fitted easily around Connie's waist, and her fingers had the strength of steel. "Don't say you don't like that, eh? You're still feeding me your power, I can feel it! Come on, put in a little extra effort for my boobs, I think I've got the back to carry them by now."

You've got power over it.

"Mβ€”Marge β€”"

"Huh? Oh heavens, yes, I can feel it building up, it's almost there, almost β€” mmmhhh!" The giantess licked her lips.

"β€”Let go of me!"

To Connie's surprise, the clamp-like fingers around her body disappeared. It didn't help at all, because the very next second β€”

Blink.

"Hurrrrβ€”!"

Twenty-two feet. And Marge's breasts bulged like overstuffed beanbag chairs over the wreckage of the bed.

"Yes, that's what I'm talking about!" thundered the giantess and corralled her mammaries, twisting her long nipples between her fingertips. Connie slowly pushed herself away. As she slipped with her chest over Marge's ribbed midriff, she tried not to think about the copious wetness or the curls-covered, wrinkly, meaty flaps with the round, throbbing bump on top that her knees just slid through and over.

Creeeeaaak β€” Rrrrumble.

Cracks appeared at the bottom of the walls, and the floor began to tremble under Marge's weight. Connie lost her hold and bumped with her face into Marge's barely yielding midriff as she continued to slide downwards. She flailed her arms, searching for a grip, and closed her fingers around the next best protruding thing in reach.

Which was the apple-sized knob peeking from the folds of Marge's vulva. The giantess' breathing stopped for a second, then her gasps turned into moans of lust.

"More!" thundered her voice. "Gimme β€” make me β€” grow β€” faster!" She clenched her legs and trapped Connie in their vise. The girl's hands, the hands feeding Marge's transformation, were wrapped tightly around the throbbing giant clit now and in turn were enveloped in the meaty flaps of Marge's labia. She couldn't let go any more. Marge's moans turned into hungry, greedy grunts. Somewhere, bricks tumbled down. Sand rained on Connie's huddled shape as the ceiling collapsed. Marge's strong legs and knees shielded the dwarfish figure from the tumbling concrete, breaking through the rubble like through wet cardboard as she throbbed bigger still.

I need to get away from her! She's feeding on me! I need to β€” how can I β€”

Connie stared at the erect clit in her hands.

I hope I know what I'm doing.

She focused. Her hands began to glow, and her power streamed into the eager flesh in her grip. Marge's body froze. Only her agitated, accelerating breathing filled the air. The smooth melon-sized lust bulge in Connie's hand glowed in a deep red from the inside out, and the light of sexual charge spread in a mesh of veins into Marge's body while she slowly spread her legs wide, soaking up all the power that Connie pumped into her.

"Gonna β€” be β€” a β€” ahhhh! β€” big β€” one!" gasped the giantess, bucking and writhing again. Her legs twitched and stretched, and the door was gone, torn from the wall together with its frame. Connie let go, dodged Marge's shin, made a dive into the corridor and ran towards the stairs. Behind her, the floor gave in. Marge crashed into the room below. Windows shattered as she flailed in the throes of another climax.

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Only when she pushed open the front door of the lobby did Connie realize she was stark naked. Her steps slowed down until she stood, dazed and confused, in the middle of the six lanes of the road. She didn't recognize the place at all. Aseptic glass-clad skyscrapers all around rose into a thick layer of fog. Traffic lights flashed yellow to nobody in particular. The streets of Generic Downtown Office District were empty.

Connie spun around and froze. Floor upon floor collapsed under the expanding body of her friend. Thick clouds of dust billowed out of the lobby. Somewhere at the fourth floor, a hand like a caterpillar's scoop erupted from the building. Naked flesh squeezed from the inside against the glass front. A pair of bucket-sized nipples squirted streams of milk against the panes. Cracks and rifts wandered through the inches-thick glass. Somewhere up on the eighth floor, Marge's face was pressed up against the windows. Connie staggered backwards, shielding her eyes as a bright flash of magic ignited in Marge's crotch and ate its way through the trapped body of the giantess. She didn't wait around to see the result. The sounds of uncontrolled demolition, mixed with a deafening whale-song of lust, were too much of an indication already.

Connie had made good almost a quarter-mile and had turned around two corners when the sound of Marge's feet echoed through the valleys of glass and concrete like the city's own rumbling heartbeat.

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"Where are you?" thundered the giantess' voice through the fog between the skyscrapers. The white veils curled and whirled ahead of Marge's body as she plowed through the narrow streets and pushed aside the air. Connie darted down the deserted road, her naked feet slapping on the cold wet pavement. Nobody on the sidewalk, no cars on the road, not a single sound except for her footfalls and the earth-shaking thunder of her pursuer's stomping feet. The impacts closed in. Any moment now, Marge would turn the corner. Connie dove into the entrance of an underground parking garage and rattled desperately at the locked gate.

"Connie?!" Marge clicked her tongue. The sharp snaps whiplashed like shots. "Here, Connie, Connie, Connie! Big Marge has got a sweet treat for you!"

Connie threw herself into the triangular space under a nearby staircase. With her eyes closed tightly and her jaw aching as she tried to silence her rattling teeth, she pressed her back into the cold, unyielding concrete.

She can't see me, she can't see me, she can't β€”

Marge's foot crashed down only yards from Connie's hideout. The ground compressed under the giantess' weight, and a cobweb of cracks spread out quickly through the blacktop. Her hand dived into the mirrored front of the office block and ran through the windows and the walls like through water. Moments later, shards of glass scattered all over the pavement. Even if Connie tried to run now, the jagged edges would turn her feet into minced meat within a couple of steps.

A hand the size of a pick-up slapped down on the road as Marge squatted down. The minefield of glass couldn't even hope to do anything to her thick skin. She pouted her lips and sniffed. Sweat ran down Connie's face. The loud sucking came closer and closer.

Feet-thick fingers wrapped around the staircase and tore the reinforced concrete away. The ripping steel bars clanged like church bells. Devoid of support, Connie fell on her back. She flailed helplessly, an insect suddenly robbed of its hiding stone, and stared up into the huge face that grinned like a moon above her.

"There you are!" Marge's hurricane breath roared by. "Don't you know I can smell your horny wet pussy for miles, you bad little girl?"

Her fingers scooped up the shocked and convulsing body.

~~~

Marge raised the struggling living doll, barely as tall as her cupped hands were long, to her face. She only whispered, but it was loud enough to almost split Connie's eardrums. The young woman curled up in the bowl of Marge's palms and pressed her hands on her ears while she sobbed quietly.

"Oh, don't be afraid. I'll keep you safe, my little power source. Why, at the size you are, I have just the right place for you."

The giantess changed her grip, wrapping her fingers around Connie's legs and holding her like a popsicle. She squatted down and spread her thighs. Her knees dug into the street and piled up mounds of asphalt and concrete as she leaned back and arched her spine. Connie's world spun again, wind howled by as she felt herself being lowered, down, down, down on the hellish roller coaster ride. The darkness of Marge's shadow engulfed her, and the air suddenly smelled of sea.

Connie was too dazzled to realize the behemoth girl's intentions, and by the time her mind was at least half aware again, the stench of salt and moisture was as overwhelming as the constant movement had been before. The trunk-sized fingers of Marge's other hand whooshed by and dug into the black, entangled bushes in front of Connie. They laid bare a pink, widening crevice, spreading the pair of meaty curtains to reveal the squelching, smacking cave leading into the giantess' womb. Connie stared helplessly into the abyss. The walls of the muscular, mucous tunnel contracted into a tight rosette, only to widen again seconds later like a hungry mouth.

"You'll like it in there. My juices will soak you and make you all soft and stretchy, and then we'll have fun," thundered Marge's voice from somewhere up high.

"No," stammered her helpless victim. Trapped in the unyielding fist, she was lifted towards the entrance, and she pushed her hands into the rubbery walls, fighting a losing struggle against her captor.

"Unnngh," groaned the giantess. The tight rosette opened wide and sent gallons of ooze splashing down on Connie, covering her in shiny glaze from head to hip. She spat and coughed, her hands slipped on the inch-thick slime coating the yielding flesh, and β€”

"Nooooβ€”mmmgpffffβ€”!"

Her voice was muffled, then silenced. Marge twisted and turned the desperately wiggling human dildo inside her, then she pulled Connie back out β€”

"β€”Huuurrggβ€”mmpfff!"

β€” And in she went again. Connie barely managed to pull up her arms in time, clutching her head in her hands and shielding her face with her forearms. The ample secretions of the giantess came splashing down on her, rushing by like a geyser of hot slime. With every push and shove, the tight hole grew looser, the pink, ribbed walls retreated.

Marge was growing again.

I β€” I don't want this! That's not me! I'm not wishing this to happen! I don't β€”
Connie forced her eyes open. Even through the curtains of salty slime covering her face, she saw that her whole shape glowed from the inside out. She radiated her power eagerly, and as she did, a horrible weakness grabbed hold of her limbs.

β€” I do?! Iβ€” she's sucking me dry!

She stared at her hands. The glistening coat left a feeling of softness and warmth as it soaked quickly into her body. Her skin started to wrinkle as the flesh beneath it was slowly digested. Her bodily substance evaporated and rose, soaking as a glowing mist into the stretching and expanding mountain of girl towering over her.

"Uuuuhhh!" rumbled Marge's voice. "Oh my sweet little darling, you're such a delicious witch! Look at me! Look how tall I am now! Unngh! My tits are so big! I can't even see my feet any more! You must be almost empty, so now I can give you what you always desired. Oh yes, I'll give you two huge udders now, too, I'll fill you with all my milk. So come here, let me rub some more of my magic juice into you!"

Connie shook in catatonic stupor and finally slipped into merciful unconsciousness, her limp, emaciated body splayed in the puddle of ooze in the palm of the giantess. Marge's finger slid up and down her body, squeezing and prodding it every now and then like a tiny sponge. Slowly, the pool of foam grew shallower as Connie swelled rounder.

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Marge gently brushed a newspaper-sized fingernail against Connie's head. "Wakey, dear! Wouldn't want to miss your final change, would you?"

The tiny doll on Marge's palm surged and screamed.

"Shush! You're disturbing the neighbors." The tip of Marge's pinkie was enough to cover Connie's whole face and to shut her up. When the giantess lifted it again, Connie kept quiet. Her mouth moved. Marge leaned in and strained her ears to make out the whisper.

"β€”Need to stop that," wailed the insect in her hand. The giantess laughed.

"Stop? Now that you're all prepared and stuff? Oh come on, Connie! I know you want to swell and grow like I did, and now I can give you that! Besides, look at you. You're only half-changed. You can't go out in public like that!"

Connie lifted her hand β€” so heavy! β€” and stared at it. Her fingers β€” her hand β€” her arm β€” her body β€”

"What have you done?!" She stared at her swollen, bloated, fattened shape. Her belly was a wobbly, squishy abomination squeezing apart her sagging melon breasts which half-hung, half-rose by sheer volume from her chest. Her cheeks β€” tears welled in her eyes as her thick fingers, barely able to bend for the spongy flesh bulging around her bones, touched the half-orbs that rose from her jaw.

"What? Of course I had to soak you in my juices. It'll make you nice and stretchy, in fact, it's almost done by now. Really, sweetie, you've got to listen to me once in a while. Nice and easy now, hold your head still, I need to make your mouth fit to β€” hold still, I said!"

The giantess changed her grip and pinched Connie's head between thumb and forefinger. She dipped her other hand's pinkie into her soaked cunt and aimed the glistening tip at Connie's tight-lipped mouth.

"Gmmmpβ€”!"

The little doll dared to put up a little resistance! Marge wiggled her pinkie, forcing it in between her toy's lips.

Shlurp.

Connie's puffy lips stretched like rubber over the head-sized tip. It was as if there wasn't a single bone left in her bloated, jellied shape. She distended like a silly putty doll as Marge's finger dug into her and widened her mouth and throat into a pink, gaping receptacle.

The finger left her, only to wander over her breasts, kneading and prodding the squishy bags. Connie's nipples danced and jumped through the rifts and crevices of Marge's fingerprint like a needle over a scratched vinyl, and to her shame and horror, her engorged nubs sang along as the giantess played a frantic symphony of lust on her body.

She wanted to scream, to wail, to β€” to do anything at all. Instead, her mouth remained in the distended, funnel-like pouting shape that Marge's finger had stretched it into, and her body was a limp lump of coagulated rubber.

"Now we're talking! Get ready to swallow a big gulp from me!"

Marge raised her to her condo-sized breasts.

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Don't do that to me, please.

Connie's mute pleading went nowhere. All she was still able to do was to swivel her eyes as she was lifted up along the skyscraper that was Marge's perfect body. Every detail on her former friend's figure zipped by like under a magnifying glass. The muscled midriff, the shadows of the giant breasts, the balcony of firm flesh as it rose in front of her, the halo of dark skin around the β€”

Gods and heavens β€”!

Milk leaked from Marge's nipples. It might've been a tiny white droplet emerging from a pin-sized milk duct if she were still a woman of five feet. At her current size of a hundred or more feet, things were different. The white spills bubbling from the sewer pipe of rough flesh joined at its underside and cascaded down in a thin white waterfall that dispersed into spraying droplets before it even came near the ground.

If Connie were still a human being, she would've stopped breathing now. With her mind trapped in the only vaguely human, rubbery suck-doll shape, she was forced to remain mute and motionless while Marge grabbed her own breast and aimed the foot-thick nipple at Connie's mouth funnel. The giantess' thumb and forefinger kneaded her own barely yielding flesh. More white delicacy spouted from the nozzle.

"Now be careful with your powers, sweetheart! Don't make my breast go all-out udder on you, I don't know how much you can take in one go!"

Squeak. Squeak. Shluup.

The cylinder of warm, slippery skin fit like a hand into the glove of Connie's mouth. A rush of peace and warmth flooded over her.

Mouth. Nipple. Nothing could've been more natural, or more cozy. She even managed to move her lips a little bit and sucked on it, like a tiny living milk pump stuck to the tit of a she-titan.

"Mmmh. Oh, this feels so good! Right, let's get it started. Just a few days of feeding, and you'll be as tall as me." Marge's fingers held Connie in place, and her other hand squeezed the domed areola. Connie's throat fluttered around the sudden jet of warm motherly nurture that thundered into her. Her arms and legs slowly rose, spreading out from her rounding torso as her growing potbelly extended into her chest and hips.

More.

Connie wasn't sure if that treacherous thought was her own, but she liked it. She liked how her body grew taut and firmed up, how her breasts joined her belly's swelling, how the pitiful mounds turned into dangling, bobbing orbs.

Yes, more.

So good. Want. More. Bigger gulps. Much bigger. Marge, give me all you have.

It spelled her doom.

"Connie?! Gods, Connie, no! Not again! Not now! What are you doing to me? Unnnnhhhβ€”!" Marge threw her head in her neck as the surge of ecstasy hit her. Suddenly, there was more, more, too much weight on her chest. She dropped to her knees and keeled over backwards, flattening a whole city block with her body alone. Moments later, the buildings all around crashed down and disappeared into the fog. Squirming on her back, wrestled down by her inflated, stadium-sized breasts, Marge struggled to keep the distending milk blimps from flowing over her face.

The tiny balloon woman sticking to Marge's throbbing, spouting nipple was barely visible over the curve of the white wall in front of the giantess' face.

"Connie! Connie, stop it!" came her wail from somewhere behind the curve. Her voice turned into gasps. "You can't β€” too much! So β€” full β€” milk β€”"

Connie sucked stronger and narrowed her eyes.

Marge, all of it, for me!

Marge's buds opened wide.

~~~

Breastgasm, was the closest thing to a thought that remained in Marge's head. Her nipples erupted into a pair of thundering geysers. One sent a foaming bolt of milk straight up into the air, and seconds later, the thick white lava spattered down all over the giantess' writhing body.

The other breast discharged straight into Connie's bloated shape. Her circular lip-seal around the fluttering pipe that aimed right into her body prevented her from really smiling in the wave of bliss, but she half-closed her eyes as the fountain rushed into her, feeling the sweet surge in her body like a deep breath of warm air that made her chest swell. She quivered and stretched, a constantly growing orb of skin rising on top of the endlessly spending breast.

Where moments before still had been the hint of a waist on her grotesque shape, there now was only a single, round orb that begged, stole and borrowed skin from any place it could find. Connie's arms and legs shrunk and spread out into her globular body. Her bloated breasts joined shortly afterwards, and as her diameter quickly passed the twenty-feet mark, there was nothing left of them but a pair of dish-sized, slightly darker spots on the swelling sphere. Two patches of blond hair remained, a curly one between a tiny pair of feet, and the other just to the north of where the throbbing spout disappeared into the squeaking and screeching bubble of skin, and that was it.

Marge's hands clawed their way up over her own sagging mountains as she desperately tried to reach for the sucking ball on her breast that pressed down into her cleavage, growing bigger and heavier each second.

"Got to β€” pull you β€” off before β€”," she groaned, grinding her teeth.

More, sang the happy, addled brain in Connie's almost absorbed head. Milk began to seep in tiny droplets from her overfilled skin. Shiny stretch marks zigzagged from her navel, from her feet, from her wrists.

"Connie, please β€” too much! Too β€” gods, too late β€”"

Tears itched in the corner of Marge's eyes. Connie's power still throbbed into her, her breasts surged bigger one more time, squeezing another truckload of milk through her itching nipples, filling the fifty feet orb beyond its limits.

Ripping pain bit into Connie's right wrist, and she heard the wet bang, felt the sudden splash of liquid β€”

~~~

Darkness.

Connie screamed, twitching and thrashing, trapped in a moist wrapper. Her eyes snapped open. By the side of her head, a faint red glow β€”

It said: "3:17 am"

Her trembling fingers found the switch of her bedside lamp. She stumbled from the mattress and put the plastic cup that she had spilled in her nightmare's flailing back on the nightstand. Stooped, panting and swaying, she crawled along her student flat's short corridor and clambered into the tiny bathroom, steadying herself on the edge of the sink as she reached for the faucet.

The cold water in her face calmed down Connie's racing breath. Shaking all over, she curled up in her dressing gown and sat down on the plastic lid of her toilet. Connie froze when the damp cloth of her nightgown made contact with her thighs.

Her fingers traced the dripping folds in her crotch, and she shuddered with arousal as her fingertips touched the engorged head of her clit. She didn't even need to bring her hand close to her nose to perceive the fresh smell of her own raging lust clinging wetly to her fingertips. As much as she detested the idea, the climax of the horrible nightmare had given her a gushing orgasm stronger than anything she'd ever have believed possible.

Bursting gets me off. I'm even more of a sick freak than I thought, she sobbed quietly.

~~~

Chapter 6: Invitation For A Transformation

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Come 2 me. Bring car. Hurry!

Connie stared at her mobile. The year-old off-color snapshot of Marge's grinning face and the cryptic short message beneath it stared back at her. Connie didn't know what to make of it. She didn't know what to expect. Matter of fact, she rarely knew what to expect from Marge, but this time, the lurking images of last night's nightmare rose in her head, again and again.

The quarter of an hour drive through the city's traffic seemed like an eternity to the nervous student until she finally pressed the buzzer of Marge's condo. The door was pulled open before Connie could lift her finger off the button. Marge stood akimbo, dressed in her gaping leather jacket, jeans and a denim blouse struggling and almost overwhelmed by her boobs, and peered up to her friend.

"Damn, finally! What kept you?" She determinedly grabbed Connie's arm and pulled her along as she strode to Connie's beat up rust bucket of a car. "Come on, let's give that gift of yours another spin! To the mall! You drive!"

"Whoa, back off!" Connie wrestled free and raised her hands in defense. "My gift? You made yourself a pair of boobies in the first place! That wasn't my doing! Remember?"

"So? They looked like silicone-pumped crap. Then you came along, and suddenly they turned into the best natural pair I've ever seen, less owned, and I got the whole package of killer abs and a super butt on top of them." Marge leaned in and punctuated her words with her finger on Connie's chest: "So, gift. Yours. And don't you forget about the forest! Make 'em bigger, make 'em smaller like that?" She snapped her fingers and grinned. "Face it, you've got the touch, Connie."

"Yeah, whatever. Whoa, waitaminute, the mall? In public?! You're nuts if β€”"

"Oh shut up! Listen to me for once, 'kay?" Marge stepped closer and lowered her voice to a conspiring whisper. "I don't want you to turn me into a boob balloon again today, I just want to see if you can play that trick on others, too. No touching. From a distance. Just give a few of those bored housewives an extra cup size or two. Imagine, we could make millions! Boob jobs without surgery! What, you haven't wondered the whole night how to turn that gift into money?"

"Not exactly," mumbled Connie.

"Good thing you've met me, then!" was Marge's reply as she grabbed her friend's arm again. Connie stumbled along, enthralled by Marge's spunky demeanor.

~~~

In front of the small table at the bistro, people hustled by, paying no attention to the pair of young women stooping over their coffees and gossiping.

Sweat ran over Connie's forehead, and her clenched fingers ached.

"So?" she rasped.

"Nothing at all. She's still fat as hell and barely a B. You're not just, y'know, faking it?"

"Marge, I tried. I really tried. I just can't do it any more."

"Right, just wanted to make sure it's not just a talent of yours. So, berry time! Come on, out with the flask."

Marge watched as Connie poured a few drops of the ethereal liquid into her cup and raised it to her lips.

"Weird how it makes circles in the coffee but you can't see it. Well, I can't see it. So, how does it fell?"

Connie swallowed. "Feels like β€” like β€”" She blinked. "Like nothing. It's a white fog when it reaches my eyeballs, it blinds me for a second or so. And then, I don't know, it's as if everything is closer, as if I just need to reach out and I can touch the world."

"Wow. Lucky you."

"Yeah. Lucky me," snorted Connie. "I'd rather have your rack than this weird gift."

Marge tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. "Okay, so now that you're berried up, try that one over there! Yeah, her, she surely won't complain. And you better aim right this time."

Connie glanced over her shoulder and focused, concentrating on the not-quite-remarkable body of the passer-by, a middle-aged woman.

Grow D-cups!

Nothing.

She shook her head and felt a huge rush of relief as she said, "Doesn't work any more, even with the berries."

"Maybe say it aloud? Come on, try it again," Marge begged, with far too much gleeful eagerness for Connie's taste. Connie's eyes narrowed.

Yeah, now you can't get enough of it, huh? How would you like it, suddenly bursting out of your clothes right in the middle of the mall?

Marge turned pale as her blouse slipped out of her belt and rode up on her chest. "Not me," she hissed through tight lips, stooping and twisting away towards the wall, clutching her chest. "Connie! Are you mad?"

"Oh darn!" Connie slapped her hand on her mouth and waved frantically with the other one in Marge's direction. "Stop! Stop! Shrink! Stop β€” phew."

The straining folds around Marge's blouse buttons disappeared. Exhaling loudly, the buxom raven cast an accusing look at her friend. Connie blushed and kicked her friend's leg under the table before she leaned in.

"Marge, don't give me that stare!" she whispered. "It wasn't my idea to try it here, remember? No more screwing around with that in public, okay? Right, now we know I've still got it. I don't need to say it loud, I just need to think in the, uh, general direction. So there must be some difference between that woman and you."

"She had no berries!" they both blurted out at the same time.

~~~

Connie and Marge stared at the rows of plants in their secret clearing. The nearby puddle of milk had almost disappeared, though the forest floor was still soggy and squelched under the soles of their shoes.

"So, how many flat-chested clients can we gladden with that?" inquired Marge.

Connie gulped. This was it. Marge was unable to see the many, many stems of ripe plump berries glowing with power.

This has got to stop!

"A β€” ah, one or two, maybe. If we're frugal. There's almost nothing left on the stems."

Marge cursed. "Great! You just had to swallow all of it, didn't you? Oh well, let me think about it β€” right, so we won't start spreading the good boobs around just yet. Let's move our own beauty clinic to next year. Maybe we can sow some more, or split them, or something. You figure it out. What's left from this batch, keep it safe for me!" She jiggled her ample breasts. "Might need to grow these sisters some more after all. I've got a job interview coming up, you must make me gorgeous for that. Well? Pick up what's left! In the meantime, I'll drive my motorbike home, and once you're done here, come over and help me breast up!"

Connie shook her head. "Marge, I think we better β€”"

"Don't leave me waiting!" Marge yelled over her shoulder, and Connie's protest drowned in the sputtering engine of Marge's motorbike. She sighed and bent down.

~~~

One or two? Connie stared at the overflowing bucket in her hands. I could probably turn every single woman in the city into a blimp with that, and that's just from one row. I mustn't tell Marge. This is all getting out of hand. I should just β€” just β€” trample them, and throw the berries away, and β€” and β€”

She gulped.

You've got power over it. The thought was soothing.

Power. Feeling the world, holding its strings in her hands. No longer being left out. Feeling in charge. Feeling control.

Yes. Connie nodded to herself. I've got it under control. Just need to stop worrying for once. I just need to keep Marge from getting boob-happy. Shouldn't be much of a problem.

She turned back to her work. The harvest yielded almost a gallon of the glowing, strangely weightless liquid. Connie filled it into a plastic canister that she hid under her bed, and though she wouldn't admit it to herself, there was a tiny part of her mind that silently hoped that the weird glow and the power would fade soon. She only put a small vial into her backpack before she drove over to Marge's place.

~~~

Marge opened the door, wearing a woolly, much too big bathrobe.

"There you are! So, how much β€”"
Connie held up the tiny vial between thumb and forefinger.

"β€” Oh crap. That's all of it?"

"I'm sorry, Marge. Hopefully, it'll be enough for your β€” hey now, what kind of company wants big breasts for a job interview after all? You're not β€” no, you can't be that hard up for cash, you β€” oh gods, Marge β€” not that kind of a job β€” Marge β€”?!"

"Oh, that," smiled Marge. "Was just a ruse to bring you over quickly."

"So, what β€” what do you want me to do?" Connie avoided her friend's eyes and breasts, looking straight at the wall over Marge's shoulders.

"Gee, Connie, do you think I'm stupid? You've been all over my boobs, just because you can't hex your own. Guess what? I don't mind! Here, you grab them! Have fun with them!"

Marge laughed as she let her bathrobe slip from her shoulders and stood stark naked, with her legs slightly apart, in front of Connie. The tall girl gasped, spun around and slammed the flat's door shut to keep any prying eyes out.

"Marge! So ... so you're really comfortable with this?" gulped Connie, choking on her words as she turned back and looked her friend up and down. "I β€” I never thought you'd, y'know, uh, you'd be β€” you always had, uh, boy-friends, and yβ€”you ..."

Marge's fingers brushed gently over Connie's arm, yet the slender girl jerked away like hit by a punch. The buxom raven chuckled. "Oh Connie! Cutie, this is a special present just for you. I'm so sorry that you can't feel how great these are." She hefted her breasts and pinched her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. "Were you never curious how another girl's boobs felt? You never got down to do a little, heh, experimenting?"

Connie shook her head and measured up her friend. Marge's proportions were perfect. Her friend was still half a head smaller, but ... statuesque was the word Connie was looking for, and the self-confidence Marge exuded by the gallon made her seem much taller. The curvy young woman didn't care for her shy friend's uneasy stare at all when she grabbed her own crotch and started kneading the soft folds of her vulva.

"So, sweetie," breathed the raven-hair while she worked up her arousal with her slender fingers, "you gave me these β€” uuuuhh!" Her hands returned to her her breasts and dug into the abundant flesh. "The least I can do is let you play with them. As long as you make them bigger, I'm all game. So, how you wanna play this?"

"Slowly," mumbled Connie. "Very, very slowly."

Marge laughed. "Like in, chaste cuddling in bed? Awww sweeeet. Oh well, you'll at least let them swell a teensy tiny bit, eh? Here, step behind me, and you can be my hand bra for today."

"And no growing," gulped Connie. Marge pouted.

~~~

Warm. Warm and firm-soft, and oh so heavy. Connie exhaled hard.

That's what E feels like. I β€”

Her fingers undulated over Marge's ample mammaries. The big nipples stuck between Connie's fore and middle fingers, rough and hard like thimbles. They begged of her to let loose all of her weird gift on them. Connie shook her head.

β€” I mustn't let them grow. I mustn't breast.

Marge rolled her shoulders and pressed closer to Connie's body. Her spiky hair tickled Connie's face.

Don't even think about it. Gotta be careful. It's breast if I β€” I β€” No! Gotta Breast. Focus. Gotta focus.

Chained to her friend's body, Connie followed her into the bedroom.

~~~

"So, how'd you like your borrowed boobs?" whispered Marge over her shoulder, lying on her side in her wide bed.

No reply. Her tall, slender friend had slipped away into sleep, still spooning up on her and cradling the abundant pair of Marge's breasts. Marge sank back into her pillow and smiled.

Sweet Connie. One of these days, I really need to teach you to be a bit more outgoing, my bookworm. Well, it's a start, you daring to grab my puppies when you're sober.

Marge gently patted the cups of Connie's hands on her mammaries. A vague itching and throbbing filled the heavy mounds, and Marge smiled expectantly.

Feels great. Oh well, some shut-eye before the party starts won't hurt me either.

~~~

Marge woke two hours later while Connie still napped. The raven-haired girl looked over her shoulder and brushed a stray strand from her friend's peaceful face before she freed herself from Connie's embrace. She climbed out of bed, slowly, to not disturb Connie's slumber, and looked down on the curled-up figure under the sheets.

Oh Connie. You haven't slept right in days, have you? Always worrying, studying, thinking. You really needed a little time out.

She probingly hefted her own breasts and grinned.

And these two β€” just what I hoped for. Quite a bit more than before, no matter what you said.

Marge grabbed her new leather bodice and sneaked into the kitchen. Slipping into her party outfit took some time and effort, but admiring herself in the mirror more than made up for that. Her chest rose out of the low frame of the neckline in two pale, taut spheres, and the reflections of the spot lamps in the corridor sparkled on the leather of her thigh-high black boots. She fastened her choker and struck a pose.

Damn, I really need to get a whip to go with that outfit.

Marge took out her mobile, made a quick snapshot of herself and typed "Party?". She flipped through her address book, knowing that it didn't really matter who she'd send it to. Five minutes, tops, and a car would be waiting outside.

~~~

Steel howled, and heavy machinery came crashing down all around. Connie sat bolt upright in the bed and cast panicked glances around.

She needed another minute until she managed to find the knob to turn down the volume on Marge's stereo, choking the grunts and screams of the lead singer. Even with the loudspeakers muted, some of the rattling and rumbling remained. Connie brushed the curtains aside. Rain whipped against the window panes, and every now and then, thunder rolled in the distance.

Despite the rough wake-up call, Connie felt surprisingly refreshed. A tad disoriented from waking up in somebody else's bedroom, yes, but refreshed nonetheless. She looked at the clock, then she ran her hands over her face and rubbed her eyes.

Now who in their right mind has an alarm going off at 2100?

"Marge?"

The bedroom was empty. She checked the other rooms, but found herself alone in Marge's flat. On the kitchen table laid a hand-scribbled note.

Gone 2 party. Don't wait up. If you leave, just pull the door shut. I've got my keys. You're welcome to wait for xtra cuddling when I get back home.

P.S.: U still got it, even in your sleep. Thanks for two much needed extra inches. Gonna blow those wannabes away now!

~~~

By the light of the next day, Connie and Marge stood side by side amidst the remainders of their plantation. The storm had felled a tree, and the tumbling log had flattened the rows of the magical plants for good.

Marge blew a sigh through her pouted lips. "Great. Well, that's it for our beauty clinic, I guess. Did you find that bush outside the university again?"

Connie shook her head. "They started excavating for the new auditorium last week. Nothing left there, either. Sorry, Marge."

Marge shoved her. "Yeah, sorry. Oh come on, I'm not dumb. You're glad your career as boob witch is done for. You don't have to feign concernment. You sure you didn't wish for that to happen?"

"Marge! No, I did not wish for that to happen! Besides, I haven't found anything about those berries and weather. Dammit, all I could think of was trampling them myself! So you better think twice about how you want to spend that last vial dangling into your cleavage."

Marge pulled it out by the thin chain around her neck and dangled it in front of her face, smiling.

"Oh, I will, my dear. I will."

~~~

To Be Continued in Connie's Weed, Part 3: Two Much By Far

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