You've GOT to have Faith... (Part 1)

New faces weren't unusual in this part of town. New faces becoming old faces wasn't, so Kath was surprised by the blonde bombshell she kept seeing at the bar she frequented on Ranelagh Street. The girl didn't seem her type, but she was utterly entranced.

Kath was gay, and also good-looking, with long, copper-coloured hair and immaculate fashion sense; she never made a big deal of it, she just 'preferred the company of women', as some of her schoolfriends had put it. And the newcomer was someone whose company she'd very much prefer - shapely legs, a curvy behind, pale of skin with large dark eyes and platinum blonde tresses that fell to her shoulders. She was an inch or two taller than Kath, but sometimes wore strappy heels that bumped that up by an inch or two more. And then there was her embonpoint.

It was huge.

Kath was not too great at estimating accurately, but she reckoned that each mammary was easily bigger than her head. They were what just about everyone looked at first when they saw her, and in some cases they never looked away. Had she been any skinnier, it would have looked utterly ridiculous; as it was, it was a minor miracle the girl didn't constantly overbalance. A few weeks after she first appeared, a story began circulating that, egged on by some of the more rowdy male regulars, she'd placed a full can of lager in her cleavage and it had vanished completely from sight.

It wasn't long after this that Kath finally plucked up the courage to go up and say:

"Pleased to meet you - what's your name...?"

*****

They spent a lot of time talking.

The blonde girl's name was Faith. She was quite quietly spoken, which surprised Kath, and seemed very intelligent. She was bisexual, and had started visiting this bar because it had a reputation as somewhere where people could go regardless of sexual preferences. The story with the lager can wasn't true - she'd balanced it on top of her cleavage. The two of them sat talking for so long that the bar staff were mopping the floor when they got up to leave.

Kath was so deeply entranced by the other woman that when Faith said:

"D'you want to stay over at mine? It's only round the corner."

- she couldn't say 'yes!' quick enough.

The flat seemed nice, but Kath didn't see much of it - as soon as the door closed Faith pressed her against it and kissed her full on the lips. It was an amazing, bewildering feeling, with those full lips pressed to hers, that soft skin beneath her fingertips and those huge breasts pinning her to the wall; and when Faith pulled away, she found herself dizzy from the rush - much dizzier than she'd ever been before, in fact.

She sat heavily on the bed, while Faith sat beside her and placed a hand on each shoulder.

"Don't worry," she whispered, "this won't hurt a bit," and she pushed down forcefully on Kath's shoulderblades. The dizziness began to recede, but Kath felt a tingling spread throughout her body as Faith's hands seemed to get heavier, immobilizing her.

"What's happening?!" she exclaimed, loooking up at Faith - and realising that she was doing a lot more looking up than when she'd sat down. Her head was below Faith's shoulders, and those bosoms looked far more threatening than before. She cried out in alarm and, as the huge palms lifted from her, stumbled to her feet, only to find that the floor was lower than she'd expected. She tumbled spreadeagled to the carpet, and found herself with a worm's eye view of Faith getting to her feet. It was, far and away, the most terrifying thing she'd ever seen.

For a few brief seconds Kath wondered how her companion had managed to grow so quickly into a giantess. Then the world started getting further away again, and she realised that Faith was still the same; it was her, Kath, who was shrinking. If anything, Faith's smirk of pure evil confirmed that.

Kath struggled to her feet, brushing her hair from her eyes, and found she was shrinking rapidly; in the space of a few seconds her eyeline sank from Faith's waistline to below her knee, and more and more of her face disappeared behind the cliff formed by those enormous boobs. And it didn't stop there, merely slowed down; when it did cease, Kath was barely an inch tall. Movement above caused her to look up, and she saw a collossal hand with pink nails descend and wrap itself around her so that only her head was visible. Faith raised her so they were face to face, the smirk now even more unpleasant and no better to look at for being over sixty times bigger than before.

"What have you done to me? Why?" wailed Kath.

Faith shrugged. "I just did it. That should answer both your questions. Now hold on tight - the record's seventeen hours. Beat it and I might tell you more."

Faith's grip relaxed, and Kath found herself tumbling through the air and into that abyssal cleavage. She fell for what seemed like forever, between walls of flesh, bouncing from side to side, until her fall was halted suddenly by some surprisingly strong fabric.

Kath turned over; Faith's collossal breasts, each now about a hundred times bigger than her entire body, hung over her, blocking out almost all light. Faith's scent permeated the small space beneath in which Kath now found herself. No doubt the rhythms and patterns that accompanied movement would soon become apparent.

Kath tried not to think about 'the record' being seventeen hours; she didn't know what it meant, but she had a feeling it would end badly. Unbidden, an image appeared in her head of Faith lying full-length on her front, with no regard for anyone trapped between her bra and her boobs...

Still, she thought bitterly, she hadn't expected this at the start of the night; no matter her life probably wouldn't last more than a few hours, she'd spend the rest of it with Faith for sure.

THE END