It was a bad start to what was supposed to be an amazing night. The top that Amanda had planned to wear to Jack's party that night had gotten mixed in with the colors somehow and acquired a pinkish tint, making it unsuitable for anything but dish rags at this point. The drinks she had ordered three days in advance had been forgotten by the store clerk and were unavailable. Worst of all, the cake that she and the group had ordered jointly (which she was in charge of transporting) was melting before her eyes in the seat next to her, since she had forgotten to turn on the air conditioning before she left her house, and the summer heat had proved too persistent to dispel with a few minutes of the air turned all the way to cold and full blast.
All in all, it wasn't TOO terrible of a start, but it could seriously use some work.
"I hope this is the worst that happens tonight, melted ice cream cake and missing drinks isn't so bad. Crap, shouldn't have jinxed it!"
She forced her thoughts elsewhere and shivered as the air conditioning did it's best to make up for lost time in refridgerating her car interior.
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"Amanda! Glad you could make it! Shove that thing in the freezer, it's right in the kitchen there, and grab a drink and sit down."
Jack was a gracious host as alway. Amanda could never figure out how he found the time to develop his personality, between majoring in biochemistry and working an internship at the experimental dairy farm attached to the medical school building. Perhaps he had a time turner like in the Barry Lotter books.
"Glad to be here Jack. I'm afraid the cake got a little melty, nothing the freezer can't fix I suppose, and I couldn't get the drinks. The store entirely forgot about our order."
"Ah don't worry about that, I'm sure I have something squirreled away in the fridge. Come, sit down and we can plan out the action."
Jack gestured to the worn but ridiculously comfortable couches in his apartment's living room, where the rest of their small group was already seated and talking animatedly. Amanda quickly stowed the weeping cake in the freezer to harden up and sat down between Jack and Yohan.
"Amanda! Hey, why don't you sit down here, eh? Plenty of room!"
Yohan, the stereotypically hot exchange student with just a tint of an italian accent, patted his lap and raised his eyebrow in jest.
"I would love to Yohan, but I'm afraid my fat American butt would break your poor skinny European lap, and I just couldn't live with the guilt", she joked back.
"Well then you should come sit on my lap, sexy thing," called out Jasmine, the chubby lesbian they all loved for being the life of the party.
"I'm afraid I don't swing that way, girl, but nice try!"
Amanda and Jasmine exchanged a wink and everyone laughed, good times as usual.
"So guys, what are we going to do tonight besides pig out on ice cream? I know Amanda could use with a little fattening but I don't know about SOME of us," said Paula as she nudged Jasmine with her elbow. It was one of the in-jokes of their group that skinny Amanda, who couldn't weigh more than 120 pounds though she refused to give out her actual weight, needed to take on some of the weight that Jasmine carried around proudly.
"Hm well how about I get us some drinks first, I know at least I'm thirsty. Lets see what I have."
Jack ambled over to the fridge and began listing off what he had.
"I've gooooot... A few beers, some harder stuff, milk, orange juice, aaaand some lemonade. The lemonade's in short supply though, and I think the milk's experation date is coming up. Who's up for what?"
"Ey Jack, what's the harder stuff you mentioned? I would take a beer but in America, the word 'beer' seems to mean 'sewer water'." Yohan was always up for getting thoroughly drunk, a habit he had learned from his American friends in the dorms.
"Half a bottle of gin, nothing too fancy."
"Pass it over, should be enough for a while at least, hah!"
Amanda piped up, "Hey Jack, I'll take the milk as long as it's still good."
Jack grabbed the bottle of gin and milk and passed them back. While the other girls ordered their drinks, Amanda checked over the bottle just in case Jack was right about it expiring soon. The date on the label was four days in the future, but she opened up the bottle and sniffed just in case. It smelled alright, so she poured herself a glass and sat back to enjoy the festivities. Taking a sip, it tasted a lot more like whole milk than the 2% label on the bottle. Jasmine noticed her perplexed expression.
"What's up Amanda, that stuff expired?"
"I don't think so, the date is four days from now. Want a taste?"
"Yeah sure, I have some experience in these matters, I always forget to toss milk before it expires."
Amanda handed her the glass to taste test. Jasmine took a sip and looked thoughtful for a minute, letting her taste buds process the milk.
"Tastes alright to me, a little bit on the whole side but still good." Pronounced Jasmine.
Paula reached over and nabbed the glass, taking a sip herself.
"I'll be the best judge, my boyfriend over there never takes out the milk, I'm always the first one to figure it out." Paula here pointed to Yohan, her boyfriend of about three months. He gave her puppy dog eyes for a few seconds and laughed.
"Grah, Jasmine's right. Tastes fine, you should be alright." Paula admitted grudingly, handing the glass back to Amanda.
"Alright gents and ladies, I think it's movie time. I'll put in the DVD and get the ice cream cake, since I don't think Yohan is going anywhere after that bottle of gin."
"Oh I'll be fine Jack, we Italians have a much larger capacity for drink than do you Americans you know."
"Sure, sure, but you have to stand up to go anywhere, Mr. Italian."
"Details, details."
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Amanda woke up in Jack's guest bedroom thirsty, so she rolled out of bed and went to get a glass of water. The clock on the microwave in the kitchen read 7am, only four hours after the little party had wrapped up and everyone had gone to bed. Yohan and Paula were laid out on the couch in the living room, Jack was on the floor, and Jasmine was living the high life in Jack's bed. Careful not to disturb the sleeping couple and Jack in her trek across the living room, Amanda grabbed a glass from the cabinet by the light of the stovelight (Jack kept it on for just such occasions). Just as she got her water, her stomach rumbled, demanding food this late at night. Thankfully the group had not finished all the cake, so she cracked open the fridge and grabbed a slice. She finished it quickly, not noticing her underwear getting suspiciously tight in the process. As she made to leave the kitchen, her stomach growled again, insistent that one slice just wouldn't do. Amanda grudgingly obeyed, taking out another slice and consuming it more quickly. Amanda didn't notice but her bra was getting much fuller than it ever had been, the clasp at her back beginning to feel the strain of several cups more breast than it had been designed to hold against. Her panties, while still comfortable, were getting buried under and encroaching belly that had never been existant before. In the back, they were slowly being stretched to the limits of fabric by a burgeoning butt that insisted on swallowing them up. The internal voice was still not satisfied, perhaps even more insistent than ever that it needed food. So Amanda took the entire remainder of the cake out of the fridge, easily about half of the initial cake, and began to chow down. After four slices, her bra clasp just couldn't take any more and gave up the ghost, failing silently to leave the straps lying uselessly on her back. Her breasts took this as a signal to accelerate their growth and raced out, growing several cup sizes per minute, creeping down over her growing but sluggish belly. The chair under Amanda was not happy, having been fooled into taking a three hundred pound and gaining woman when it thought it had only to support a hundredsome pound girl. It creaked, but held, at least for the moment.
Another five slices gone and finishing the cake, and the chair gave out. It too collapsed, giving up the fight, but was muffled by the soft plop of Amanda's butt hitting the floor. The cake finished, Amanda woke up out of the trance she had been lulled into by her insistant stomach (which was now gurgling happily while digesting the great meal she had supplied it). A bit baffled as to why she had so much more to her than before, she stood up and went to the door to see how the day was turning out. As she stood up, her body changed into overdrive mode and began processing the cake straight into fat. Her breasts, which must have been at least R cups at this point, surged forward to retain their former proximity to the floor, hovering a foot above it from their former position four feet above, while her belly and butt made their contributions to regaining her balance. Amanda cried out at the sudden changes, which woke up Yohan and Paula, who gaped at their friend sleepily.
"What's going on Amanda? *yawn*" sleepily asked Yohan.
"I don't know, but it's really freaking me out. I'm huge!"
"Well calm down, and pinch me because this is a really weird dream."
"It's not a dream Yohan! Holy hell, Paula it's happening to you too!"
Paula looked down at herself and sure enough, her breasts were straining at her pajama top, which was quite comfortably laying across them mere minutes ago. She jumped up with a yelp, which woke up Jack and travelled down the small hallway to Jasmine.
"Can't a woman get any sleep, what's going on out there?" Came the voice from the bedroom, followed shortly by a yelp. Evidently Jasmine had found herself a bit bigger than she had went to bed as.
Jack looked sleepily from the still gaining Amanda to Paula's developing belly and breasts, and his eyes opened wide with comprehension. He dove into action.
"Amanda, get out of the house, I think I know what's going on. Paula, you too, and I'll get Jasmine. Yohan, you didn't drink any of the milk last night, did you?"
Yohan thought for a moment, the hangover making it difficult to think in all this racket, and shook his head.
"Nope, just the gin. Why?"
"Ok, you and I are safe, just the girls. Get them all out of the house and into the back yard."
Amanda did her best to get out the front door, her massive bust beginning to make it hard to move anywhere, especially through normal sized doorways. She wedged herself in and pushed, gaining a few inches each effort until she got through, falling on her chest at the unexpected release. One good thing about her new chest, it made falls easy to recover from, as the contact with the cold floor caused an instant and explosive reaction with her nipples, which extended out three inches and pushed her up slightly as she attempted to regain her feet. She did her best to walk down the steps slowly and carefully, her already massive breasts growing even faster than before if it was possible, immobilizing her just as she reached the bottom step. Her belly, still not quite as ridiculously large as her breasts, had pushed up against the ground and suspended her legs in the air, the only thing she was able to step on any more was her own body. It was in a way horrifying and yet immensely comforting to Amanda, at the same time. Out of the door behind her stumbled Paula and Jasmine, who each cradled a slowly growing bust, though both were laughable compared to Amanda's. Behind them, a worried looking Yohan and a pensive Jack walked out more calmly. Yohan went to Paula and attempted to comfort her, while Jack walked out in front of Amanda, giving her an increasingly wide berth as she continued to grow up and over him, her breasts extending further in every direction.
"Amanda, Paula, Jasmine, what I need you to do right now is stay very calm. The changes will stop as soon as whatever you had in your stomach finishes digesting."
He walked up to Amanda's right breast, now jutting out ten feet in front of her, and stroked it gently.
"I'm sorry Amanda, I accidentally gave you genetically modified milk that has special viruses I developed for cows. You can see the effects yourself. The virus isn't quite as potent as in bovine it seems, I'll have to tweak it further, and look for a cure for you."
Amanda's right breast felt amazingly great being stroked, far greater than anything she'd ever felt before, and it was getting warm where Jack was stroking it.
"It's OK Jack, we all make mistakes. I'm more worried about how I'm going to get home..."
Jack laughed and pushed his hand as far as it could go into her breast, which was up until his body smacked up against her, his entire arm swallowed up by the soft breastflesh.
"There's mistakes and there's mistakes. I'll have to call in a few favors, and said favors will likely involve having some scientists poke and prod you. Is that ok?"
"As long as it'll get me home where I can have some breakfast, deal. I'm starving!"
Jack looked worried for a second, then laughed.
"Well I suppose we can't have that. Anything I can do in the meantime? I can get you some breakfast if you like."
Amanda almost agreed immediately, then thought for a moment. An insistent pressure in the breast Jack had been paying attention to nagged at her to be satisfied, but what it was she was not sure. In a moment it hit her, she really needed a milking.
"Uh, well, Jack, there is one thing you can do to help right this second..."
"Just ask, it's the least I can do after causing you to weigh three tons."
"weeeell I kinda need to be milked. Badly. It's starting to get painful, actually."
Jack looked down at her distended nipple, from which a trickle of milk had begun to flow. The large teat in fact was rather stiff and red looking, and the trickle was starting to increase to resemble a faucet turned on low.
"I don't think I'm equipped for that, but let me make a few phone calls and get events in motion. Be right back."
"Hey before you go! I could also use that breakfast, I wasn't kidding about being starving!"
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In the end, Amanda elected to continue life as an ever-expanding milk machine. After her initial surge, the virus's affects were far less pronounced. She did tend to outgrow her barns every few years, but the amount of money Jack made off of patenting his virus (for use in cows only) made him amply able to provide for his friend. Not to mention, after it was pasturized, Amanda's milk could be sold quite safely to consumers, ensuring her a steady supply of money for whatever purposes she could think of. Happily contained within her barn, Amanda's expansive bust (each breast weighing in at a ton) and rather generous body (weighing in at a ton extra, less her breasts) posed no obstacle to her life. She easily checked in with everyone and everything through her computer, which she could park right in front of her face on her mountainous breasts and use as if it were on a desk. Paula and Jasmine, while also infected with the virus, did not experience such dramatic changes as Amanda did, and both were content with their more modest gains of twenty or so cup sizes. It made underwear shopping a little bit difficult, but Amanda chipped in from her budget to help cover the large cost of custom fitting garments. After all she felt she cheated the system a bit, having little care for clothing at her size.
All in all, Amanda concluded that she had little to complain about, especially since Jack gave the best pre-milking breast rubs of anyone she knew.