This choice: Make herself sexier, though possibly a bit less distractable. • Go Back...Chapter #5Make herself sexier, though possibly a bit less... by: RoyalJelly   Vanessa tried to focus her thoughts. Becoming a sex goddess was one thing, becoming too horny to really plan her ascent to divinity was another thing. She pressed the record button.
"The pleasure I experience doesn't interfere with my thoughts or my focus unless I want it to," she said. In an instant, the fog that engulfed her mind lifted. Pleasure surged throughout every inch of her gigantic breasts, but it wasn't smothering her thoughts anymore. She giggled internally. She was the one who was gonna do the smothering. Not the other way around. She was in control. She deserved to be in control. She grinned as her tits' entourage struggled in front of her. They were shuddering as their legs quaked. Vanessa could see the obscene ripples coursing through her breasts with each little movement taken by her personal tit-slaves. Her mind gradually shifted back to the bliss that surged throughout her body. It wasn't just the pleasure that was clouding her judgment, she knew that now. The knowledge that she was in control was warping her mind, leaving her drunk on power and lust.
It was glorious.
Angie and Lucy had reached the doors of the school, and were attempting to force her breasts through the doorframe. Vanessa had a fleeting memory of the school needing to rip out the metal post between the double doors to accommodate the bulk of her breasts two years ago. Currently, her minions were trying to squeeze them through while still supporting her. An evil thought occurred to her, and she raised the dictaphone to her lips.
"I'm immune to pain, suffocation, and physical damage of any kind," she whispered, "and so are those within a foot of my body." Her bust had made it halfway through the doorway, and Angie and Lucy had started to creep out from under her breasts in an effort to pull them through the door. Well, she couldn't have that. The world had no purpose except to be crushed beneath her tits, after all. "Hey girls?" she shouted.
"Yes, Vanessa?"
"If you're you're able to talk at some point after this, you're gonna call me 'Mistress.' I've let this fly for far too long and I need to remind you of who's in charge."
"We're sorry, V--Mistress," said Lucy. "Please, we just want to serve you and your body, please don't--"
"Oh shut up. I'm not taking away my body from you. I'm gonna do the opposite." Adrenaline and pleasure screamed throughout her limbs, and she was barely able to get the dictaphone to her mouth as she proclaimed, "My breasts are growing uncontrollably, gaining more size than the rest of my body with every passing second! They're a tidal wave of flesh that'll crush everything in their path and--" her eyes rolled back into head as her heart pounded in her thoroughly-cushioned ribcage, "--and they're not gonna stop until I want them to stop!"
She released the record button, and felt a strange rumbling from inside her breasts. As the joy seized her soul she could feel Angie and Lucy drop her breasts, presumably to run away as fast as the could. Ah well, no matter. She bet she'd catch up with them soon enough.
The next few...minutes, hours or days who knew anymore-- were a bit of a blur. Even in spite of her previous command to the dictaphone, the pleasure sank its claws into her brain like a starving lion on a fat gazelle. She could stop any of it with a single thought, but why would she? She deserved this moment of perfect triumph. Time wasn't an issue anymore.
The first landmark in time she could remember was when her breasts so far within the doorframe that she was locked in. Doubtlessly it'd be agony for a mere mortal, but for her it was just a sudden shock and a lovely, cool tightness. The second landmark was when the doorframe began to gave way. Metal warped and mortar crumbled as flesh bulged outwards. In seconds, the ring around her tits had given away. After that, the walls fell away without a problem. Her tongue lolled out as she fell forward, rolling up onto the top of her colossal breasts.
Time began to get a little bit more fuzzy still. She remembered the roll cages of the cars in the parking lot giving way. There was some screaming, and for a little bit there was a strange, jerking sensation beneath her flesh as bystanders desperately tried to pull their friends and loved ones out from under her cataclysmic bust, and then little jolts of blissful wriggling as anyone too slow to escape was drawn under and ground into the ground where they belonged. Even now, they kept wriggling, desperate to get away from their place in the universe. Then there was a sound of sirens, and a crunch. A sound of helicopters, and explosions rippling through her boobs. Vanessa's hand, now used to its place within her soaking panties, seized a bit as she remembered how they failed to stop her. Then there was a beautiful chill, doubtlessly the lake near her school. Soon, however, time returned to her as boredom with mere divinity set in.
"Stop," she whispered. Then slowly, over hours, the world came into focus, and when it did she nearly fainted with delight. She couldn't see...Anything. Anything at all. Beneath her was a carpet of soft jiggly cleavage. Vanessa laughed in ecstasy and she slapped one tit and watched as the ripples traveled outwards. As she cast her gaze to the horizon, nothing met her vision but miles upon miles of glorious, all-encompassing boobs. Her focus shifted down to the ground beneath her bulk. Underneath there, a small army of blessed, glorious souls writhed in glorious ecstasy. She struggled to focus on any given part of her breasts. Beneath her, her new subjects paid homage to their goddess. Around her, the wind tickled her with a light boreal chill. And...wait. Somebody was walking on her breasts. How? Somebody escaped their fate? Wait. No. Two someones. Could it be that...
"M...mistress?" Of course. Angie and Lucy. They knew. "We ran as fast as we could, mistress. We did...we didn't think...."
"Shuuut uuuup" said Vanessa. "I know you didn't think. If you had, you'd be in your proper place under my," she slapped her breasts, the waves of flesh knocking someone (Lucy? Angie? It hardly mattered) to the ground, "newfound glory." She tried to roll over, her muscles futilely struggling against the tons upon tons of boob beneath her. She muttered. "Well? Come up in front of me so I can see you!" Footsteps in the distance. In a moment of horrific clarity, Vanessa fumbled around her for the dictaphone.
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