Titical Error (Patreon)

Shyanne sighed, before running her hand through her short, dyed blue, pixie cut hair. Her hand settling on the back of her neck she massaged it, trying to relieve stress. The twenty-year-old stared at her computer screen, she had enough in her bank account for food or rent, but not both. 

Shyanne glanced at some of the anime figurines sitting on her desk she had purchased not two weeks ago. Internally cursing herself now for her lack of willpower. Maybe she could sell some stuff to make ends meet. She had several game systems, but she hated to let them go. “Fuck Shyanne, what are you going to do?” she asked the empty living room of her apartment.

Closing out of her bank's page she opened craigslist, looking through the jobs section. Maybe she could find some weird random job, something not having to deal with a lot of people, she hoped. Shyanne was not a people person, retail work made her too anxious, she couldn’t handle it when people got upset. 

She had always been too shy for her good, short, plump nerd. Though plump could probably be upgraded to chubby now since she put on the freshman fifteen and then some. Shyanne looked down poking her fat belly the stuck out past her perky B cups. Though if she was being fair to herself, she kinda thought the chub was cute.

She shook herself out of her train of thought, then turned her attention back to the task at hand. Shyanne needed some way to make money. Reading through the ads on craigslist her eyes fell onto one of the ads. Four hundred payment upfront, subjects wanted for experiment new breast enhancement procedure. 

Shyanne opened the link; her eyes scanned the text inside the ad. It was a new company looking to revolutionize the plastic surgery industry by removing the surgery altogether. They were willing to pay applicants $400 just for signing up listening to what they had to say. Then each cup size the applicant went up they would pay an additional one thousand dollars.

Dollar signs flashed in front of Shyanne eyes, this was too good to be true. She didn’t want bigger boobs, she liked her perky cute girls, but if she went up just a few cup sizes she would have more than enough to cover her expenses for a while. Shyanne was practically drooling thinking about what could be done with that kinda money. 

Even still she wasn’t sure she was ready to say goodbye to her modest breasts and hello to some real attention grabbers. She knew if her boobs got bigger it would bring a lot of unwanted attention. She had heard her more chesty friends talking about it all her life. Shyanne felt uncomfortable from the attention she got now without big boobs. Still, it was $400 just to walk through the door, there was no hard in going to see what it was about.

Shyanne clicked on the reply to message button and sent off a notification of her interest “this had better not be some porn thing,” she mumbled as she sent off the message. Shyanne then spent the next hour continuing to look for some form of work online, while compulsively refreshing her email inbox. “Uggghh why can’t someone just want to pay me money to hang out with puppies or something,” Shyanne said as she hung her head in disappointment. 

Deciding to give up on the job search, Shyanne turned her attention to some research instead. Looking up websites belong to the company that had put out the ad. Shyanne was puzzled to find that this company seemed to heavily a robotics company. They did do work in prosthetics for amputees, but noting of their work put Shyanne in mind of a company that would be interested in plastic surgery.  

Another hour had gone by and Shyanne had gone on to aimlessly playing flash games to get her mind off her troubles. Her phone dinged and vibrated, Shyanne’s eyes lit up, she jumped over to her email and reloaded it. Sure enough, there was a reply from the company she had sent her message to. 

It looked authentic enough, the letter was structured well, the logo matched the ones she had seen on the websites. On top of that, the letter was sent by a Dr. Naomi Hunter, knowing it was a woman reaching out, at least made Shyanne think it was less likely this was some porn scam.

They wanted her there for tomorrow morning. Strange they would want here on a Saturday, but Shyanne decided she would still take them up on it. She needed that money, she didn’t want to have to go asking the parents for more money again. Shyanne quickly sent off a reply message stating she would be there at the appointed time. Then seeing as how it was getting late anyway, she decided it would be best for her to turn in. 

Getting into her Adventure Time themed PJ’s Shyanne crawled into bed. She set her alarm on her phone, laid that on her nightstand and flopped into her pillows. Sleep quickly came for her, and for the first time in like a week, she had a decent sleep. The stress from her money problems soon to be gone.

Shyanne’s next morning had been a blur, she woke up more excited than ever, showered, brushed her teeth, all that good stuff. Picked out some warm clothes to wear as it was winter then made her way to the bus stop. She had to head downtown so it took the better part of an hour to get there. Not that Shyanne cared, she just played some Bowser’s Inside Story on her 3DS. 

Getting off the bus in front of a very tall building Shyanne looked up in awe, was she about to go inside this thing? Walking towards the front entrance Shyanne seen a woman standing in front of it holding a sign with her name on it. Shyanne giggled at that, it was like she was coming out of the airport, not going into a building.

Shyanne waved at the woman holding the sign as she got closer, the woman put the sign down against the building and Shyanne eyes nearly popped out of her head. This woman had enormous breasts, they looked far larger than her frame would suggest. Each tit was easily the size of a basketball, though they didn’t look fake. 

What kind of genetic lottery did this woman win? Shyanne thought to herself. The woman approached Shyanne holding out her hand “Shyanne I take it, I’m Dr. Hunt,” the woman had a firm handshake “and to answer your question. Yes, I was the first one to undertake the experiment we’ll be having you partake in today.”

Dr. Naomi hunt was wearing a lab coat but under than she sported a blue sweater that only seemed to add emphasis to the size of Naomi’s amplified bosoms. She wore similar coloured ironed, crisp slacks. Her shoes were simple, but cute flats. Nothing too fancy overall a sensible well put together look.  

Shyanne looked at the other woman’s bust, she hoped she didn’t end up like that. Boobs that size was way bigger than she ever wanted. “I don’t have to go that big, do I?” Shyanne asked.

Dr. Hunt chuckled “oh no you’re welcome to drop out of the program whenever you feel uncomfortable.” The Doctor walked over and opened the door “in fact, if we go beyond what you wish we can reverse it.”

Shyanne sighed in relief “okay that’s what I was worried about,” Shyanne looked around nervously “so if I only go one cup size bigger, it’s still a thousand dollars right?” She asked.

Dr. Hunt looked back at her “of course, we believe in the work we are doing strongly. That’s why the amount is substantial,” the woman started to walk towards the entrance “please Shyanne follow me. We’ll explain everything.” Shyanne followed the incredibly well-endowed woman as she led Shyanne down the side of the building. She was a little unsure of why they weren’t using the main entrance, but she didn’t say anything.

“So, uhm how long is this going to take?” Shyanne asked as she quickened her step to catch up with the doctor. How could a woman with such big boobs walk so fast? Shyanne imagined they must weight a ton.

Dr. Hunt glanced over her shoulder “shouldn’t take more than an hour or two. It depends on how long it takes the machines to acclimate to your body.”

“Machines? Are you turning me into some kinda robot?” Shyanne asked.

The busty doctor laughed out loud “Oh my no, no. Protein-based nanomachines. Trust me we’ll explain everything before you agree to anything.” The doctor swiped her card and pulled open a door on the side of the building. She held the door for Shyanne, once inside Shyanne waited for Naomi to lead the way again.

Shyanne was led down several different halls, twists and turns all the way. It was dizzying, she doubted she would be able to find her way back out of here on her own. “This place is like a maze,” Shyanne said a little awestruck.

Dr. Hunt smiled “well you’re not wrong. It’s one of many security measures taken here. Lots of people want what we’re working on here.”

“Cool it’s like a spy building,” Shyanne said while looking in through some glass windows to what she assumed were other labs.

Naomi snickered “I love your imagination, I kinda wish that was true now haha. Well here we are,” she gestured with a hand as they walked through a set of double doors into a large lab. There were two men at a computer, one sitting in the chair the other a tall man leaned down looking into the monitor pointing at something. 

“Shyanne, allow me to introduce Dr. Robert Gilfry and my husband Dr. Andrew Hunt.” The tall one was Dr. Gilfry he was thin and lanky, clean-shaven, short blond hair, he was probably in his 40’s, if Shyanne had to guess. He looked like he needed a good night's sleep. Under his lab coat was a V-neck sweater, plaid khakis, with brown shoes. The other man was shorter, stocky, his lab coat looked tight over his shoulders, he had longer shaggy brown hair, with a big curly salt and pepper beard.

As he spun around in his chair to face Shyanne, she could see he was wearing a Led Zeppelin shirt, blue jeans, and what looked to be Homer Simpson slippers. A broad grin cracked his face as he seen Shyanne “ahhhh our eager test subject! How are you? Pleasure to meet you!” He said as he hopped out of the chair, extending a thick hand towards Shyanne.

She held out her hand, he took it giving it a firm handshake. “I’m good, well a little nervous really, I guess,” Shyanne said glancing downward.

“Oh, there’s nothing to be nervous about,” Dr. Gilfry said leaning towards her “trust us, we’ve put years into this work. It’s second to none!” He took her hand as well, between both of his hands, shaking it as well.

Dr. Naomi placed a hand on Shyanne shoulder “yes Shyanne you have nothing to worry about, these two are some of the most brilliant minds I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You’re in good hands,” she squeezed Shyanne shoulder to add emphasis to her statement.

Dr. Andrew slipped his arm around his wife's waist, pulling her close while leaning up to kiss her “don’t sell yourself short my dear, we wouldn’t be able to function without you.” The smile Dr. Naomi wore as she looked down at her husband put Shyanne at ease. They seemed to trust each other.

“So, you put all this work into growing bigger boobs?” Shyanne said a little poking fun at them.

The three of them gave Shyanne a look that made her shrink back “simple building blocks,” Dr. Gilfry stated “breast tissue is made mostly of fat and muscle.”

“Our nanomachines are protein-based, they replicate organic tissues, fats are easy to produce, muscle then comes after that.” Andrew cut in, it was like they were of one train of thought. The synergy between those two was amazing.

Dr. Robert pointed to a picture of an amputee “the end goal, my dear! Is to build arms, legs, rebuild spines, fix nerve damage, eradicate tumors, Save Mankind!” He shouted as he threw his hands up in the air. This was almost like a performance now.   

“These,” Naomi gestured to her breasts “are just a proof of concept, showcasing that our nanomachines work. Fast and effective.”

Shyanne put on her best puppy dog eyes “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was making little of you work.”

All of the doctors softened “we’re sorry Shyanne, it’s just we’ve had a lot of people question our ideas. We’re a little touchy,” Dr. Naomi said as she touched Shyanne’s arm.

Shyanne looked Dr. Naomi in the eye “just one last question then, and I’ll be good to go.” She looked down at Dr. Hunts large breasts “why go so big? Was it your idea orrrr?” Shyanne turned her attention to Mr. Hunt.

Andrew raised his hands in defense “don’t look at me, I loved her just the way she was.”

Dr. Naomi rubbed her husband's back “no, no, it was never his idea,” she cast her eyes down “I was always very tomboyish, I never developed much growing up. “Naomi looked down at her bosom “I was flat as a board, so when I saw the opportunity to correct that,” she hefted her breasts “I may have gone a little overboard.” She looked back into Shyanne’s eyes with a fire in her own “even still! I view these as a proud declaration that our science is sound! Our idea valid!” Her firsts were clenched now.

Shyanne smiled for the first time since she entered the building “okay, I’m in,” the three doctors looked among each other enthusiastically.

“Thank you, Shyanne, thank you so much. It means a lot to be able to run our tests like this,” Dr. Andrew said bouncing on his heels excitedly.

“So now comes thee, ahem uncomfortable part, would you please take your top off?” Naomi asked looking as empathetic as she could.

Shyanne crossed her arms in front of herself shyly “really?” Shyanne looked back at Dr. Hunt, as she nodded. Shyanne sighed, then reluctantly started to peel off her clothes.

“Once the injections are done you can put them back on,” Dr. Gilfry said to reassure her.

Once Shyanne had taken her top and bra off, she stood there beat red, to their credit the two men turned their attention away from her. Giving her some sort of privacy. Dr. Naomi stepped up to Shyanne “small pinch,” she said as she sunk a needle into Shyanne’s right breast. Shyanne winced as it entered “and one more,” the good doctor said as she made the second injection to Shyanne’s left breast. “You can go ahead and put your top back on,” she told Shyanne as she walked away to dispose of the needle.

As Shyanne got her top back on the two men turned towards her again “okay now what?” Shyanne. She wanted to rub her breasts they were starting to feel tender.

“You’re going to feel some discomfort as the nanomachines replicate inside your breasts, don’t worry after a few moments it will start to feel pleasant,” Andrew said before whipping around in his computer chair. “Okay, things are looking good. We’re picking up on the machines, once they’re all online we’ll run the program.”

Robert approached Shyanne holding out an envelope “here’s the start of what we owe you,” Shyanne took the white envelope and looked inside. She counted the money it was the initial four hundred she was promised.

“Alight! Let’s get this show on the road!” Dr. Hunt said as he pushed the start button.

Shyanne felt a tingling in her chest looking down she could see them starting to fill out bit by bit. “Oh, wow it’s working,” she said genuinely impressed. Shyanne opened her mouth to say something else, when everything went dark.

“Really? A power outage? Now?” Naomi said, “don’t worry Shyanne emergency lighting should cut in,” soon low yellow lights started to turn on illuminating the area.

Shyanne only half heard her, even in the darkness the tingling in her chest persisted, the lights coming on only confirmed her fears. Her boobs were still growing. Her perky B cups were now much bigger filling her top quickly. As her breasts billowed and surged bigger and bigger inside her now very tight bra. Her straps were starting to bite into her shoulders already “uuuum, guys, why are my boobs still growing?” All three doctors turned towards her, Shyanne nipples were poking through her bra and her top now. They were growing along with her boobs. Every cup added everything grew tighter. Shyanne let out a groan of discomfort. “Unnghh my bra, it’s getting to tight!” sweat was starting to form on her brow from the pain she was feeling “please get it off!”

Dr. Naomi was the first to spring into action grabbing a scissors from the desk she ran over to Shyanne. Even her top was getting pulled so tightly now the doctor couldn’t pull it down enough to get at the bra straps. “Sorry about this Shyanne, but it’s the only way I can get at your bra.” Naomi brought the scissors to the very deep V of cleavage Shyanne was now sporting and started to cut open her top. 

Naomi peeled the top off Shyanne then went to her business of cutting the shoulder straps. With a twang one let loose as it was cut, then the other. Without the extra support of the bra straps the back catches were quickly pulled apart. Shyanne’s now vastly too small bra shot away from her tits like an elastic band.

Shyanne breathed a sigh of relief as that problem was solved. However, she still had the dilemma that was her advancing knockers. “Oh god, they’re getting way to big! Why aren’t they stopping!?” she pleaded, looking desperately at the doctors around her.

Dr. Andrew took his coat off and draped it around Shyanne, for how broad the man was it provided some form of cover, for now. “The power must have cut out as it got to the grow sequence of the code,” he said as he patted her on the shoulder “but don’t worry, once the power is back, we’ll fix this.”

Dr. Naomi came up alongside her husband “yes, there’s nothing to worry about Shyanne, all great advancements in science have some hiccups. This is nothing we can’t handle.” Dr. Hunt squeezed Shyanne shoulder again as she said this.

Shyanne took a breath trying to keep her composure. They were right once the power was back on this wouldn’t be a problem anymore. They would fix this, she would get her money, then one day she would be able to look back on this day and laugh. It would be fine, she hoped. She still couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Her breasts continued to billow out bigger and bigger under the lab coat. 

Turning it into a tent as her massive mounds continued their ceaseless growing. As the minutes went by Shyanne’s boobs went from volleyballs to basketballs in size. They were starting to rival Naomi’s in size now. Shyanne was fidgeting, which eventually lead to pacing. Every step Shyanne unsupported breasts would bounce and jiggle around. This led to her wobbling off her balance more than once.

“What is taking so long!” Shyanne finally blurted out frustrated after twenty minutes had gone by. Once again, she had to catch herself on the desk as she threw herself off balance.

“Shyanne sweetie why don’t you sit down. Watching you pace isn’t good for my heart,” Dr. Naomi said as she offered Shyanne a chair. She then turned her attention to Dr. Gilfry “Robert could you go and see if you can find out what’s happening with the power outage.” The tall doctor nodded, then walked out of the lab.

Shyanne took Naomi’s offer and sat down in the chair. Her breasts were now big enough they were sitting in her lap when she sat down. The lab coat was barely covering them now. Shyanne could feel the cloth inching up over her breasts as they continued to pulse and surge out bigger and bigger with each passing second. 

Her basketballs had become beach balls and were now pushing their way into yoga ball territory. “God they’re getting so big! I just needed some cash for rent! I never wanted these big fat things!” Shyanne lamented as she buried her hands into her face rubbing her face as she let out another groan of frustration “I want my cute perky B’s back!”

The husband and wife exchanged a look “It’ll be fine Shyanne, we can reverse this. You’ll be back to normal as soon as we get the power back,” Naomi reassured Shyanne again.

“And we’ll compensate you handsomely for your inconvenience. I know it doesn’t seem like it now but even this is invaluable information for our work.” Andrew glanced down at Shyanne’s bust as it crept across her lap filling it up more and more.

Shyanne looked down at her breasts as well. They were now almost as big as her torso the arms of the chair were pushing them up into her face now. “I think I should stand up again, or maybe move to the floor or something.” Shyanne tried to push herself out of the chair, but her breasts weighed her down now to the point she was having to give it her all just to stand up. The two doctors hopped up to help Shyanne as it became evident of her problem.

“That’s probably a good idea” Andrew said as they lowered her down.

Shyanne shrieked as her breasts touched the floor “Coooollddd! Cold, cold, cold!” she said as her massive breasts sunk onto the floor. As she rested on the floor, she could feel her breasts crawling across it. The continued to swell more and more. Shyanne didn’t want to think about it, but she was sure they were started to grow faster too. 

The space between the two desks she rested between grew smaller and smaller as her breasts ballooned fatter and fatter. “Ohh god they’re bigger than I am now! Why won’t they just stop? I mean there has to be a limit, right?” Shyanne looked at the two doctors her eyes begging them for an answer.

The two looked between each other “we never really expected this kind of thing to happen, to be honest. So, a failsafe wasn’t even considered,” Andrew said, “it will be from now on though, I promise.”

Shyanne sighed “a fat lot of good that does me now,” her breasts lurched out bigger and rounder. Pressing against the two desks on either side of her she let out a groan. They had become so sensitive now. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was turning into the night of the living blob she might have enjoyed how it felt. 

The metal legs of the desks started to screech on the floor as her breasts pushed the two large objects away from them. Andrew quickly made his way over and pushed one of the desks out of the path of Shyanne growing breasts. Then he quickly did the same with the other desk, putting an end to the noise.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity the lights came back on “Oh thank god,” Shyanne breathed as everything started to come back to life. Her breasts were inching closer and closer to the computer the two doctors had been working on. They were easily getting to the size of cars now. Good thing there was lots of space to grow in. 

Shyanne didn’t want to have her obituary read squished to death by her boobs. Her tits lurched out, again and again, they were getting so huge now “can you at least slow down?” she said to her boobs. Another large swell bigger was their response “ahhh guys I think this is getting worse.”

Shyanne couldn’t see past her boobs anymore, but she heard Naomi call from behind them “we know Shyanne we can see them growing. They keep swelling faster. This wasn’t part of the plan either.”

“Yeah but the computer is up now so we should be able to stop this,” Andrew followed up. “Alright connecting to the nanomachines, oh wow,” he said as he brought up the log from the machines. “There’s the problem they’re stuck in a loop, repeating the grow command over and over,” Shyanne could hear some clacking of the keyboard. “With how fast this is repeating your cup size would increase by thousands of sizes if we let this run its course.”

“Thousands!?” Shyanne said in shock “I know they’re freakishly big now, but this doesn’t feel like thousands of times bigger. You gotta stop this! I don’t want to get that big at all!” Shyanne breasts didn’t seem to share her sentiments as they continued to expand more and more. They were making vans look small now.

“We’re running out of room Andrew,” Naomi said as she looked back at the wall of breasts that were encroaching upon them.

He glanced back over his shoulder “I know I’m backing everything up to the cloud now, while trying to stop this.”

“Trying to stop this?” Shyanne said loudly “you said it would be no problem!” Shyanne’s eyes started to water as tears formed. “I just want this nightmare to be over!” she wailed.

More furious typing on the keyboard echoed in the lab “I will stop it, it’s just the nanomachines are stuck in a loop, I’ve run the stop command, but it’s having no effect.”

Shyanne’s breasts were nearing the ceiling of the lab now. The two doctors were now caught between a breast and a hard place as Shyanne continued to grow larger and larger. “We need to leave Andrew, now! Or we’re going to get crushed by Shyanne’s ample bosom.”

Shyanne eyes snapped up “you’re leaving me!?” She cried out in despair.

Naomi made her way around Shyanne’s near office filing breasts “Shyanne sweetie we have to, if something happens to us there’s no one that can help you.” She took Shyanne’s hand squeezing it “as long as we stay safe, we can fix this.”

Shyanne looked down at the doctor’s hand “I... okay,” she said defeated. The metal scrapping returned as her breasts were now-massive enough to reach everything in the lab.

Andrew appeared near his wife “alright everything is backed up, we gotta go,” he said as he took his wife by the arm. As the two of them headed towards the exit he looked back at Shyanne sadness in his eyes “I’m sorry,” he said as they ducked out of the door.

Shyanne started to cry. Hot tears dripped onto her breast as they swelled more and more. Pressing against the walls and ceiling, they started pushing Shyanne back across the floor. The look in Andrews's eyes told her that this wasn’t going to end anytime soon. If it ever would end. Shyanne didn’t know what to do, she was getting closer and closer to the back wall. 

Everything grew tighter around her fattening tits. The desks were crushed under the ever-growing weight. Lights started to shatter around her breasts as the pressure became too much for them. The power went out again as Shyanne was jolted with electricity for a moment. She cried out in for that one moment.

Her breasts started to expand much faster. “No, no, no! Not more! You dumb machines stop!” Shyanne was pressed into the wall behind her. She could feel the walls and ceiling rumbling around her tits as they kept growing and growing, applying more pressure to the building. As Shyanne was completely enveloped in soft, warm, breast flesh she was certain this was the end. 

She was going to die by her stupid fat udders. She struggled against them as much as she could, but it was too much. They were too massive. “I don’t want to die!” Shyanne sobbed into her tits. As her tits expanded bigger and bigger the pressure was so much now. Shyanne could barely wiggle. Her breath was getting shallow, it was hard to breathe.

Shyanne was about to pass out when there was a massive boom. The wall behind her burst free springing her out into the street. Shyanne gasped loudly, sucking in air desperately as she was spared from death by boob squishing. Now dangling from the end of her tits that were still tightly wedged into the tall skyscraper she had been inside. 

Shyanne watched in mixed awe and horror was her giant bosoms continued to swell upward, smashing through floor after floor of the building. As rubble cascaded down over her blimping breasts Shyanne gasped in pleasure from all the sensations going through her breasts. Every chunk was like a raindrop on her skin.

As her breasts continued to grow and grow more of the building was destroyed. Her nipples were so massive now they pushed out through the other side of the building. The cool breeze on them made Shyanne shiver. As her breasts outgrew the base of the building. The tall building started to collapse. 

Falling between Shyanne mammoth mammaries. Shyanne screamed in pleasure as the giant building pushed between her breasts like some massive cock. “Stop feeling good! You stupid fucking tits! I don’t want to enjoy this! I just want to be normal again! Stop growing!” Shyanne swore as she punched her boobs. 

She could barely feel it. She was now a tiny speck attacked to giant wrecking ball titties. The buildings on either side of Shyanne boobs started to cave as well as the enormous flesh pillows pushed out fatter and wider.

Her tits only continued their rampant growth swelling and swelling. Building after building crumbled before her unstoppable juggernaut breasts. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m breaking everything! Stop please just stop! No bigger! No more destruction!” Shyanne pleaded with her breasts. Her cries fell on deaf ears though as the unyielding teats just continued to swell and surge bigger, fuller, heavier. 

As her breasts ballooned more and more, they consumed city block after city block. Shyanne felt them shift downward as they grew heavy enough to collapse the cities infrastructure as well. Coldwater sprayed all over the base of her tits as pipes burst and fire hydrants were cracked off.

She could see dust clouds rising into the air as more and more of the city’s buildings collapsed from her massive wall of tits pushing out in all directions. Even the buildings now felt like little pinpricks to her ever-expanding globes. Cars were like dinkies to her tits now. 

“How can boobs even get this big!?” Shyanne said exasperated “nanomachines are the devil! I will be an advocate against them for the rest of my days if I ever get out of this mess!” Shyanne roared to no one in particular. Just venting her frustrations into her unmoved breasts. They just gave her their usual reply of expanding fatter than ever “I swear that was a bigger one on purpose!” She said as she slapped her tit.  

Her mounds grew and grew and grew. They were now taller than any building in the city fatter than any lake surrounding them. Shyanne was now starting to sport a vast ocean of breast flesh. Her breasts finally expanded big enough that the entire city was buried under them. Still, her boobs didn’t stop. 

They pushed out into the countryside expanding faster than ever as they had nothing to impede their expansion. Her glorious massive mountains made everything look small compared to them. They bounced and billowed out in all directions. Making vast lakes look like puddles next to them.

Shyanne could only rest against her breasts praying they would stop. The bigger she got the more she wanted this to end. “I destroyed the whole city,” she said, her voice tired and hollow “I just wanted to pay rent,” she said sadly. Shyanne hoped that the doctors got out safely. They did seem like nice people “well on the bright side” Shyanne mused “if this ever does stop. I’m going to get one hell of a paycheque,” Shyanne said smirking to herself.

The End.