Claire sat down. It had been a hard day, and she was worn out. That trouble with a small family of gypsies had been worrying, though. She had been parked by the side of the road when this caravan had pulled up, and she’d been accused of parking on their land. It was just a piece of verge, with little grass and a lot of dust, but they’d claimed it all the same. Claire had stopped for something to eat, and was half-way through when this unwanted invasion of her privacy had happened.
After an argument they’d left, but the mother had shouted something out of the back window of the caravan, which Claire had taken to mean “We’ll be back!” Anyway, it had been long and harsh-sounding, but Claire ignored it, knowing that in about twenty minutes she’d be gone, for good. She didn’t usually travel in this part of the country, and hopefully wouldn’t have to for some time. She turned on the TV and tried to relax.
It was half-an-hour later that she noticed her breasts itching. She scratched, but to no avail. So she went upstairs to have a look at them in the bathroom mirror, and was shocked to notice that there was a red line, almost like a fold line, going horizontally across both breasts, from edge to edge and through the centre of both nipples. Almost as if knowing they were being watched, the line deepened and then became a groove. This deepened – all without any pain – and then, just as quickly as cells dividing in a newly-fertilised foetus, her two breasts became four, slightly out of proportion, but this soon was rectified as they swelled to normal shape. It had all taken about twenty seconds, and Claire had been too dumbfounded to do anything else except watch. Now the change seemed to have finished she started to scream, but had the presence of mind to put her hand over mouth tightly, so only a terrified whimper came out.
It was an hour later, and Claire was lying naked on her bed, gently and nervously fondling her four breasts. They seemed perfectly natural – if four breasts could be perfectly natural – and seemed to be a full part of her body, not some kind of add-on. The only odd thing was that the extra pair were now down almost to her belly button, hanging off the bottom of her rib cage. Then came the itching feeling again, on all four of her breasts. She rushed to the bathroom and watched as if in a dream as all four breasts divided neatly and became eight breasts, all perfectly natural looking, but now taking up the whole of the front of her torso. She cried softly, then ran into her bedroom and fainted onto the bed.
It was about four in the morning. She’d slept – Nature’s remedy – and now was awakened by something in her back lifting her off the bed. She got up in the darkness and felt the bed – nothing – but there was extra weight to herself. Rushing to the bathroom again, she was not totally surprised to see her whole upper body covered in breasts. There were one, two, three… sixteen on her front, and something like that… yes, as far as she could see, on her back. Also there were two, arraigned vertically under each armpit – a total of thirty six breasts! Then she felt her cheeks itch, and before her eyes – and just underneath them – a breast appeared to each side of her nose. Head. All her hair had fallen out, and the top of her skull was another four breasts. Forty two.
She stared at the mirror for a couple of minutes while random murmurings and saliva emerged from her mouth. This stopped as Claire noticed a different kind of itching over all her breasts, and noticed that they were merging together, all of them. Elation flooded her mind – they’re going! But they weren’t. As they merged, they swelled, and soon her whole torso was becoming a rounded shape with her face and upper shoulders turning dark red. Her neck had disappeared, and her swollen torso was becoming the body of a giant breast, with her head the nipple. She still had her arms, though, and tried in vain to stop this madness. It was no use. She was now a giant upward-pointing breast on legs, with arms and what remained of her head. She still had her eyes, enabling her to see the transformation in the mirror as it happened.
She turned to leave – go anywhere, but here – but found that she was too wide to fit through the door. So she just sat down and cried her eyes out, the tears running down the skin of her ‘body’ and dripping on to the floor. Then she noticed that her arms and legs were shrinking. Inside ten minutes she had no arms or legs, and was just a large breast with a nipple-shaped head. This head soon lost its features, and just became a nipple with a small mouth-like hole that air rasped in and out of. The breast breathed, but could no nothing else.
Then the breast burst.
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