Karen's face drooped as she remembered what had happened next.
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It was nearly two months after what most of Karen's friends called "The Incident," and she was lying on her side on her bedroom floor. Her bed, having been made for a woman who wasn't carrying several hundred pounds of boob on her, had snapped the first time that she tried to lie down on it, and she hadn't worked up the motivation to move the mattress to the floor. It wasn't that it was too heavy; with her newfound strength she could have lifted it with ease. No, she just hadn't worked up the motivation to do much of anything. Besides, it didn't seem likely that the mattress would be of much use to her. The world wasn't meant for a woman with tits heavier than she was. It also wasn't meant for a woman who could cause a localized sexual disaster with a single wardrobe malfunction. Karen was both. She sighed and laid a hand on her chest. Things were just so hot when she had grown that she had gone home, grabbed her vibrator, and came herself senseless.
Then, in the post-orgasmic clarity, she had realized something. Her parents were in the audience. They had seen her topless, and what was more, they had been affected by the sight of her breasts as well. That put a damper on her sexual fantasies a bit.
It wasn't fair, Karen thought to herself. When she was just busty, rather than spontaneous-orgasm-inducingly massive, she could get discounts on drinks, or get out of traffic tickets, or get her grade rounded up a couple percentage points just by flashing a bit of cleavage. Now if she tried that, not only would she not be able to get her way, she'd have to deal with some random clerk, cop or professor writhing in pleasure while they moaned loudly enough to get everyone's attention in a five-block radius. This was supposed to be her sexual dream come true, but it was ruining her life.
There was a knock at the door.
"Karen, honey?" It was Lisa, her mom. Her voice was soft and unsure. The family had collectively decided to not discuss what had happened at graduation. Conversations were to be held through a door, so as to avoid somebody seeing a flash of skin that could make things horrendously awkward all over again. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah, mom," said Karen.
"I got off the phone with Officer Bryant," said Lisa. "He said that everyone's finished talking about the case. You don't have to worry about getting arrested or sued. Nobody can prove that you were the cause of um. All that."
Karen snorted a little. "Well, that's something."
"Plus, the Dean finally came out of his coma, and he's agreed not to press charges. Something about nobody being in their right mind at the time."
Karen felt her heart sink. That was the other thing. Her tits were apparently amazing enough that the mere sight of them could cause people to spontaneously cum, but that was just the tip of the soft, squishy iceberg. If somebody actually touched her boobs, their mind could overload. Jess was apparently unconscious for a couple of day just because Karen had brushed her with her underboob, and apparently half-crushing a man with her rack was enough to put him in the hospital for months. She still wasn't sure if it was because of broken ribs or a broken mind. Karen smiled a bit. In another life, she would have killed to have that kind of power. If she was being honest, the thought was still making her a little wet.
"Thanks, Mom," said Karen. "Is that it?"
"I--yeah, honey. It is. Your Dad and I are gonna go out and get some pizza. Would you like anything?"
Karen was half tempted to say no, but thought better of it. Her massive bust and superhuman strength had come along with a powerful appetite.
"Could you get me a large pepperoni? Maybe two." She paused. "Make it three."
There was a pause. "Okay, Karen. Love you."
"Love you too."
Karen laid on the floor, listening to her mom descend the stairs. This was it. This was her life now. She was a walking sexual hazard, kept in self-confinement lest she wreak havoc on the world, shoveling pizza down her throat to satisfy the demands of her new, freakish body. She stared blankly at her own cleavage, half-wishing that the sight of her own breasts would just lock her into a mindless orgasm for the rest of her life. Not thinking about anything sounded nice.
Bwee-doop-bwee-doop.
Karen looked up at her laptop, resting on her desk. Someone was trying to call her on the messaging app. She sat up, trying to ignore the protest of the floor beneath her, and squinted at the screen. Jess' name was showing on the notification window. Karen's heart raced in a combination of happiness and anxiety. She had no idea why Jess was calling her, but it was the first time in a week that she'd talked to somebody that wasn't her parents. Karen strode over to the computer, kneeling to ensure that her breasts were hidden beneath the desk. She had tied a bedsheet around herself to hide as much of her bust as possible, but hazardous patches of cleavage still still made themselves seen from time to time. Better safe than sorry. With a trembling hand, she accepted the call.
Jess' smiling face appeared on the screen. "Kay-Kay!" she half-yelled.
"Jess!" Karen's face broke into a grin. "I--I thought you wouldn't wanna talk to me after--after--"
Jess shook her head. "Oh puh-lease. It wasn't the first time a girl with a hot rack blew my mind." She laughed, and Karen joined in.
"I--what's up? What's going on?"
Jess grinned. "Well, you know how I'd applied for that job at Barnescorp and thought they'd ghosted me?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I totally got it! I interviewed yesterday and they're paying me more than what I was going to ask for!"
"Oh my GOD!" Karen let her voice crack in excitement as she tried to jolt upright to her feet. It wasn't until a couple seconds later that she realized her mistake. As she stood, her breasts slammed into the underside of her desk, causing the computer to jostle a bit. Its screen tilted downward as Karen recoiled, more surprised than pained, and fell backwards. The knot she had tied in the sheet came loose, causing her makeshift toga to fall away, flashing the screen with a view of her massive tits. "I--ow, fuck. Wai--wait Jess NO!"
Horror was beginning to dawn as Karen realized the enormity of what had just happened; the desperate moan coming from the computer speaker was enough to encapsulate how much she had fucked up.
"I--oh god--oh god Karennnnn--" Jess whimpered. Karen sat up, hurriedly trying to hide as much of her tits as she could as she shoved them back underneath the desk. She righted the laptop screen and looked at her friend.
Jess was squeezing her eyes shut as tightly as she could as she alternated between biting her lip and panting. A thin trickle of saliva was running out of her mouth, and while Karen couldn't see it, she could tell that Jess had at least one hand firmly down her pants.
"Jess--Jess I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to--"
"I--I--oh fuck me--I know, babe," said Jess. "I--I shut my eyes just as soon as you fell back, but I still saw a bit of your--your--your nnnnng!"
Karen swallowed, but found her mouth was dry. "You--you're still--you can talk?"
"It's--it's hard--it's hard and hot and I'm so wet and--" Jess's shoulders began to move faster, and Karen tried to ignore the squishing sound that was growing louder. "But--but I didn't see all of them."
Karen felt a little relieved that she hadn't completely fucked up her friend's mind again. That relief soon turned to despair, however. A single misstep was all it took to make somebody melt into a puddle of onanistic lust. "Jess, I'm so fucking sorry. This stupid fucking tits--"
Jess moaned. "D--I--I can't--"
Karen blinked. "What?"
"I--it's so hard--your--your tits are--oh god it's so hard to not think about theeeeeee--" Karen tried to suppress her embarrassment as she watched her friend's O-face. Doing so, however, gave a newer, nastier impulse to take charge. Karen's heart skipped a beat.
"You wanna think about my boobies?" she asked, affecting a fake valley-girl accent. "My big, fucking, mind-breaking titties?"
"I--Karen please--I--fuccccccck." Jess was starting arch her back. Karen realized that she could get used to watching Jess cum. The poor woman looked so cute and helpless in this state. With a vanishing shadow of built, Karen unbuttoned her jeans and slid a hand down her crotch.
"You thinking about my big boobies jiggling for you?" She began to rub herself. "Pressing down on you again? Just getting bigger and bigger for you?"
"I--I--p--mmmmmmng!"
"Because I think I'd like that too," said Karen, panting as she let her free hand explore the vast valley of her cleavage. "But I don't know what I'd wanna do with you. Would you want me to smother you or crush you?"
That was too far, Karen thought. This was the thing she'd always wanted to say, but even in Jess' current state, this had to be enough to turn her off. It didn't matter though. Karen had let her libido take control, and it wasn't going to give that up any time soon.
Fortunately for it, Jess' next words came as a surprise. "B--bo--both--" she panted. She was trying to relax, Karen could tell. Evidently obsessively masturbating took too much concentration to allow one to think. "A--anything--" she continued. An edge of desperation began to creep back into her voice. "Any--oh god Karen--what--what is happening to me?!"
Karen stared, wide-eyed at the screen as Jess bit down hard onto her lip and let out a muffled, feral yowl. Her body almost seemed to spasm as she redoubled her desperate, frantic efforts to satisfy the arousal that had seized her.
It was then that Karen--
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