Retribution: The Beginning "You're not going to like this Doc." He said. The private investigator handed over the plain brown envelope. It was sealed only with the bent down medal tabs. Taped onto the outside was his bill. As Jim moved to open the envelope, the PI spoke again. "Do me a favor Doc, pay me the rest of my bill now. 'Cause after you see those pictures, you won't want to see me again." "Afraid of me shooting the messenger?" Jim said in a dry gallows humor. After a moment, he opened his desk drawer and removed his checkbook. He slowly, carefully filled out the check. He methodically entered the information in the ledger. Trying to forestall the inevitable. He handed the check over. The P.I. took it. There was hurt look on his face. "Listen, if it makes you feel any better. I've been through this myself. It hurts like hell, but, you'll be surprised how fast you'll heal." Jim looked at him. "If you say so." Then he turned his attention to the still closed envelope. The P.I. stood for a few more moments in silence. Then, realizing that there was no more conversation, left Jim's office. Jim was a scientist. The leading authority on genetic manipulation. Many articles quoted his experimentation and studies. One said that if cloning were possible, Jim would be the one to find it. The research institute where he worked gave all the backing he wanted. He was happy. He was doing something he loved and getting paid very well for it. Three years ago, at the age of 30, he met Alicia. She was beautiful. She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman. The romance went flawlessly, and soon, after only 5 months, they were married. There love life had only gotten better. Her sexual appetites were limitless. As were his. They were perfect for each other. Just that morning, after waking up to Alicia massaging his penis and after 30 minutes of her bouncing up and down on top of him, he stumbled into the shower only to be interrupted by a still lusting woman. There, with water drenching the both of them, they wildly, passionately made love again. He loved her so. He needed her so. He desired her so. He took a deep breath and opened the envelope. It was all there in living color. Alicia, his beloved wife, making it with another man. Alicia was obviously the woman in the picture. It was easy to see. The waist length blond hair. The perfectly shaped, 34C breasts. The 22 inch waist line. The long, shapely legs. The perfect face. The perfect body. He still didn't want to believe it until one picture showed him the birth mark on her left buttock. So close to the center of her bottom, even the skimpiest of bikinis covered it. Jim carefully put the photos back in the envelope and put them in the desk drawer. Then he sat there. He didn't move. He hardly breathed as his heart broke. He was an old-fashioned guy. He believed in fidelity in the marriage. While he had met other women, and some were even attractive. He never thought about cheating on his wife. Finally at about 6:30, his phone rang. He mechanically picked it up and answered. "Hello?" "Honey! Why are you still there? I thought you said you'd be home?" His wife said back. "Sorry dear, something came up. Listen, I'm onto something, I won't be home until late. Real late." He said. He had been sitting so still, his breathing had slowed to almost nothing. Now his pulse was quickening as the real world was coming back to surround him. "Not too late I hope." His wife purred. "Remember how I woke you up this morning? I want to put you to sleep the same way." She paused for effect. "That way, I know you'll have sweet dreams." Even though he tried not to, he could feel his pulse quickening. Feel his pants constricting his manhood. He swallowed hard, trying to regain control. "I'll be home as soon as I can. I promise." "OK." Alicia said back. "Do you want me to hold dinner? You'll need the energy you know." "No, go ahead, I'll grab something on the way home." "You better, I don't want you to get weak on me." "Don't you worry about that." Jim replied. "Listen, I gotta go. Something's just about ready to finish." "All right," She replied. "See you later." "Bye." "Bye-bye. I love you." Alicia cooed. "Love you too." Jim said and hung up the phone. Jim sat there some more. He realized as the next 3 hours slipped by that what he had said on the phone was true. He did love Alicia. But she had broken their vows. And his heart. Finally about 9:30, he realized that he had to have revenge. At first, he thought about sleeping with other women, but no, that wasn't good enough. As he put on his suit jacket, he knew that an idea would come to him, in the meantime, he'd be the loving, faithful husband. As he unlocked his car, the idea of retribution sounded better and better. First he stopped in at a store and picked up a package of condoms. Alicia was fanatical about safe sex. "Now I know why" Jim thought as he paid the clerk. Alicia was not only on the pill, she also, always wore a diaphragm. Then, on top of that, she insisted that Jim wear a condom. She said she wasn't ready to have kids yet. And since she craved sex more than anything, abstinence was out of the question. Also, since she firmly believed that abortion was wrong, that left two options. Surgery, or protection. She opted for protection. Next stop, gas station. Jim mechanically went through the motions as his brilliant mind started to race through possibilities. As he waited in line to pay his bill, he perused the tabloids near the check-out. Then, upon seeing an article, he had is answer! It was perfect! Absolutely perfect! "Now, if only I can pull it off!" He thought as he hastily paid his bill and jogged out to his car. He shut off the ignition in his car he took time to collect his breath. He didn't want to let on that anything was amiss. His excitement would not be denied and resultantly, his penis stretched and ached, pressing firmly against his pants. So aroused was he, he could barely get out of the car. He half waddled up the steps, adjusting himself. He walked into the bedroom to find Alicia waiting for him. She sat there in their bed. He knew she was naked under the blanket. She always was. His penis stiffened. "I missed you baby!" She cooed. She stretched, both arms straight out to her sides. The blanket slipped down exposing her firm breasts. Though she wasn't tremendously large breasted, they were perfect in shape and very, very firm. She only wore a bra to keep her nipples from being seen though the tight silky blouses she liked to wear. Jim could only manage a deep animal grunt. He feverishly ripped the clothes from his body. As he dropped his pants and underwear, his penis leaped to full attention. All 10" long. All 2 inches wide. Every square inch pulsed. As he pulled off his shoes and pants, he felt his penis was going to continue to expand, he felt it was going to rip though the skin. He couldn't stand it any longer. Alicia had thrown the covers aside. Her chest was already heaving with anticipation. Her bush dripping. Eager. Ready. "Get a condom on quick!" She managed in a husky voice. "Hurry!" She pleaded. Jim was already anticipating her command. He quickly stretched the condom over his penis and thought, I won't need any lubrication tonight. He quickly crossed the bedroom and mounted of his wife. There was no leisurely love making tonight. Jim pumped and pumped. He never stopped. He never grew limp, he never slowed down. For four hours he continued. Orgasm after orgasm swept over his wife. Ejaculation after ejaculation erupted, exploded from deep inside of him. But he didn't stop. Twice, her orgasm was so violent, she reached out with both arms, grabbed the sides of the bed, and shook. She shimmied her breasts back and forth and groaned. Only stopping to inhale. Unbelievable. A five minute continuous orgasm. Seeing her breast standing firm, and her body covered with sweat, coupled with the plan in the back of his head drove him to continue. He stopped twice to put on new condoms. But even as they were catching their breath, his penis never dipped, never grew limp. Back in he would plunge. For her part she valiantly tried to keep up to his onslaught. Finally, after 4 hours, she said something to him she had never said before. "Stop. Please Honey, I can't take anymore." After three or four repeats, her words made it through. He slowly pulled his penis out of her and walked into the bathroom. He disposed of the full condom and took a shower. When he went back out to the bed, Alicia was asleep. She was flat on her back, sweat drying, and fluid draining out of her cunt. He laid down beside her, and slept. When he awoke the next morning, Alicia was still in the same position. Still asleep. He made sure she was covered and padded off to the shower. Jim quietly dressed, packed a duffel bag with some extra clothes, and went to work. On his drive in he stopped at the gas station and picked up the tabloid he had seen the night before. He had to read the article. As unscientific as it had to be he still hoped he could glean a couple facts from it. After lunch, while most of his experiments were set to run for several hours, Jim changed into some shorts and T-shirt and went to work on his plan. Jim's office was actually a cluster of rooms. There was the office itself, a small storage closet, a bathroom, and a medium size laboratory for his private experiments. He didn't use the laboratory often. Usually for the odd experiment that consumed more space then the other labs had to spare. Now though, it would be the place for his retribution to come to fruition. He thoroughly cleaned the lab, throwing out many of the items stored there. He had the Janitors replace the burned out light bulbs, and replace the faucet that had been deactivated instead of repaired when it developed a leak. He brought in a some equipment he knew he'd need and he started his experiments. At 5:00, he knew he needed a break. He got into his car and drove to the health club. There he lifted weights, rode the exercise cycle, and sat in the sauna to relax. He knew that if he were going to keep up the pace he had planned, he need energy and an alert mind. He knew that a good exercise regimen would help towards that end. Back to his office. He raided the research institute's medical library. Several of the books in this library had his name on them as author, but he didn't need those. He knew what he had written in them and they didn't help his search. He carted them back to his lab and arranged them on a shelf in his lab. Then he took the first one, went back to his desk and started reading. Occasionally he would write down some notes, but all in all, he absorbed. He let his brilliant mind, and great memory soak up all that was written. For some reason, when the clock on the wall struck ten, he stirred. He knew it was time to stop. As he drove home, he was even more sure what he had planned was possible. He was almost certain. As a grin crossed his face, he knew he was getting excited. Driven as he was by his desire for revenge. Between his legs, there was a stirring. Fear, anger, anticipation, all can be great aphrodisiac substitutes. His stirring penis stretched his pants tight. He struggled out of his car and half waddled up the steps through the house and up to his bedroom. He found Alicia back in bed, asleep this time. He quietly undressed. What a relief to be naked. His large penis swung low and thick. He wasn't ready to penetrate his wife yet, but he was getting longer and thicker as every moment went by. As he pulled down the bedding, he noticed new clean sheets. He also noticed Alicia was wearing underwear. It wasn't extravagant underwear, but still, on the nicely tanned body of his wife it was still arousing. His penis grew thicker, half erect. He pulled the blankets completely off the bed, gently he rolled his wife onto her back. Next he gently removed her panties, sliding them down her long, sultry legs. His anticipation fired through his body. His erection grew. Next he gently kissed her lips. Even though she remained asleep, she responded. With his finger he traced a line from her partially opened mouth down her neck. Over her sternum to the clasp on her bra. She preferred the front snapped bra. Now he knew why. Easy access. He undid the snap and slowly moved hand to her left breast. He cupped the handful and slowly traced around her nipple with his thumb. The nipple erected in response to the gentle massaging. After a few moments her breathing increased. Now she was taking long deep breaths. Leaving the now firm mound, his hand ventured down her flat stomach to the cropping of hair between her legs. Slowly he massaged her clitoris. Her breathing increased slightly and she reacted exactly as he wanted her to. She automatically spread her legs. He took a few moments to stretch a condom over his now pulsating penis. He was more than ready. He had to take her now. Careful not to touch any part of her body to awaken her, he rose above her. Gently he guided his penis to her now exposed womanhood. As soon as the fold spread from his entrance into her, she took a deep breath. He stopped. Did he wake her? He looked at her face. No change. Her breathing resumed its steady pace. He hovered above her a few more moments, then slid further into her. Her breathing increased slightly but he didn't pause. Slowly, he stroked in and out. Slowly he could feel the hot seed rising inside him. He held back. Straining to keep himself from exploding. His strokes quickened. He fought to control his rising desire. He desperately wanted to increase his speed. He felt he would die if he didn't release his seed. Suddenly Alicia, who had been having the wildest wet dream, woke up. It took a second for her to realize what was happening, but when she did she screamed out in delight. "Oh Honey!" She flung her arms around him, kissed him passionately on the mouth and started to raise her hips to meet him. In only a few strokes Jim shuttered. He ejaculated violently. All his juices exploded from him in one excruciatingly painful stroke. Alicia, also orgasmed with fervor. She arched back, her legs almost straight out, her breasts rock hard. They held the pose for a few minutes, then collapsed, exhausted. "God that was great." She said in a quiet voice. Any louder would have used energy she simply didn't have. Jim got up, padded to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned to the bed, Alicia curled up alongside of him. "That was the nicest way to wake up I've ever known." She smiled up at him. Jim merely nodded in agreement. He reached up and shut off the light and settled down beside Alicia. A quick kiss good night, and they both drifted off to sleep. ******** Retribution: The Middle The next few months passed in a blur. Jim was constantly pouring over medical books and journals. He read articles on growth hormones, pituitary deficiencies, fertility problems. He analyzed various drugs. Whenever his commitment faltered, he only needed to go to his desk and open the growing number of envelopes the private investigator was providing him. His wife's two-day shopping trips came more frequently. Jim's long hours cut down on his sex life. But he was making progress. Finally, he felt he was ready for a test. But who to test it on. What he was doing was unethical, he knew, and he often wondered if he had gone insane, but he reasoned that as long as he doubted his sanity, he must still have some left. He decided to test certain elements of the drug, not all of it. Some elements, he would just have to take the chance they would work. He met with another scientist who was conducting a study on chimps. Liza was a fiery redhead. Jim pretended to be interested in her work, but he couldn't help but be interested in Liza. Liza was attractive. Short sexy auburn hair, sexy legs, flat stomach, but absolutely no chest. Your average ironing board was voluptuous in comparison. But Liza had all the other qualities he admired in a woman. Liza was doing research in to the reproductive patterns of the chimps. After almost an hour of talking, Jim managed to squeeze in the questions he had been wanting to ask. "Do chimps ever not want to mate?" Jim asked. "Not often, very rarely actually." Liza answered. "I guess instinct is too strong for them to overcome." "Interesting." Jim replied. "Has that happened to you in your studies?" "Only once," Liza replied. "Follow me." Liza led the way through one of her labs to show Jim to a cage with a female chimp. Jim couldn't help but notice how Liza's firm buttocks undulated under her lab coat. He want those buttocks in his hands, on his face. A small fire ignited between his legs, he fought his mind from that thought and stared at the back of Liza's head. Knowing that to stray could be dangerous. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long. Liza came up to a cage and confidently opened it. A chimp jumped out into Liza's open arms. The female chimp was excited. Obviously glad to see Liza. "This is Miranda." Liza introduced them. "Miranda has been around humans all her life. Her mother died shortly after childbirth and Miranda was raised with no other chimpanzees around. I think she thinks she's a person. Maybe that has something to do with it." "Interesting." Jim could only nod and keep his look serious. Miranda started reaching for a pop can sitting on the bench nearby. "She looks thirsty." Jim replied. "She just loves that stuff. We keep the vending machine stocked of that stuff just for her. It's the only kind she likes." "Can she have some now?" Jim asked, seeing an opening for his plan. "Sure." Liza replied. She reached for the can, but it turned out empty. "That's OK." Jim replied, "I have to use the rest-room. I'll bring some back with me. Can I get you something?" "Sure." Jim could hardly keep his pace down to a walk as he exited the lab. He made his way to rest-room, relieved himself and started beck. He found the vending machine, bought the appropriate beverages and quickly opened them. In Liza's can he poured one part of the drug he had concocted. In Miranda's another part. He made his way back to the lab to find Liza checking on another chimpanzee. "Here you are." He said. He handed the open can to Liza. Unashamedly, Liza leaned back and slammed half the can. "Sorry, I was really thirsty. It's so dry in here sometimes." Jim handed the other can to Miranda. The chimpanzee took a couple drinks and set the can down gently. Then she reached out and stroked Jim's hand and lower arm. "She likes you." Liza said. "She's usually a little apprehensive around men." Jim looked at his watch. "Oh jeez, look at the time. I've got to get back before one of my experiments finishes." "Of course, I understand." Liza replied. They started back towards the entryway. "Listen," Jim said. "I kinda like Miranda. Is it OK to call, from time to time, to see how she's doing?" "I'll look forward to it." Liza held out her hand. "Thank you for coming Doctor." Jim shook her hand, "Anytime, and please, call me Jim." "I will. Good-bye now." "Bye." Jim left. He did have to get back to the lab. He had been working on increasing the potency of his drug and the latest batch was about to finish. He thought himself lucky. He had found two test subjects when he held only the slimmest of hopes of finding one. ************ For the next two weeks. Jim cultivated a relationship with a psychologist who also exercised regularly at the health club. After their evening game of racquetball, they often sat for a half hour or an hour over a drink before going their separate ways. One evening Jim casually remarked about subliminal messages. The psychologist replied back that it was all unproven, but it might work. The conversation continued for over an hour until Jim had gleaned as much about it as he dared. Finally, the last piece was in place. ************ "I want a divorce." Alicia said. "You are hardly home anymore. A woman gets lonesome." "Is there anything I can say? Anything I can do to change your mind?" Jim replied. He didn't know how to play the wounded, hurt, husband. He was going to ask for a divorce soon anyway. "No, there isn't" Alicia replied back. "Well." Jim quietly stood up from the table. "I'll sleep in the guest room tonight." He paused for a moment. "Pack a few things in the morning and find an apartment tomorrow." He quietly walked away. *********** "Your honor. The plaintiff is requesting this divorce and her husband is pleading no contest." The slick lawyer said. "We are therefore requesting that the prenuptial agreement be declared void, and that she be given half of all her husband possessions. Plus your honor, a yearly alimony to the sum of $200,000. Less than a third of his income, to support her in a lifestyle to which she has become accustomed." "That's quite a lot of money counselor." The wizened old judge replied. "Does the defense have any thoughts?" "We do your honor." Jim's attorney said. Jim slid the stack of brown envelopes across the table to his attorney. The attorney in turn picked them up and walked them up to the bench. The judge opened and looked at each one. When Alicia realized they were photos she held her breath, the exhaled, whispering "Oh God, no." The judge returned the photos to the envelopes. Then Jim's attorney handed them to Alicia and her attorney. They looked at them. Alicia's beautiful face drained of all coloring. Her attorney cleared his throat. "Your honor, in light of this, uh, discovery, the plaintiff withdraws her petition, and asks that the marriage be declared void, and be given her single status once again." "Go on, I'm listening." The judge said. "Also, she asks for no retribution, no alimony." The attorney said. He knew his nice legal fees just disappeared. "That's more like it." The judge said. "Granted." "Your honor." Jim spoke up. "Yes?" "I love my wife, always have. And I don't want to 'kick her out into the streets'." Jim said in earnest. He needed this last piece to fall in place to start the final stage of his plan in motion. "Therefore, I'm willing to buy my" pause "ex-wife a suitable house to live in. In fact, I already have done so. It'll be ready for occupancy by the next Friday." "I don't want your fucking house!" Alicia seethed. But her lawyer settled her down. "Very generous of you." The judge said. "I'll declare this marriage void. Since there are no children involved, I'll trust you two to split any minor possessions you may have. As for the house. I'll leave that up to you young lady." He cracked his gavel and left the bench. "I don't want your fucking house." Alicia hissed "You can shove it up your ass." Then she stormed out of the courtroom. ************ The next day at work, Jim's phone rang. It was his lawyer. "Jim, how'ya doing?" "Good, what's up?" "A couple things. The court called and the paperwork should be done in a couple weeks. I can push that along if you want." "Push it. I want this over." "Will do." The lawyer replied. "The other thing, Alicia's lawyer called, she'll take the house, if the offer's still open." "It's open." Jim smiled. For the first time in a couple weeks, Jim smiled. "I'll call you in a few days to arrange a time to sign over the papers and hand over the keys." "I'll pass it on." The lawyer replied. "Later..." Jim hung up the phone, and turned to the private investigator. "The deal is on. When can you be done with the house?" "I'll have everything set up here and at her place in three days. Four tops." "Good." Jim replied. "Get started right away." "Right." The P.I. said. "I don't know what you've got planned Doc, but I like your style." He turned and left. ************ "Here are the keys Alicia. The house is all yours." Jim handed here the keys. "I didn't decorate everywhere, but a few rooms are done." "Thanks" Alicia said through clenched teeth. "Well," Jim said not knowing what to say. "I'll let you go. I asked Bob and Rita to help with the move. That way I won't be there to cause trouble." "All I want is my clothes, and my work things." "Fine," Jim said. "Bob and Rita can make sure you don't forget anything." Actually, having their mutual friends there would make sure Alicia didn't clean out the house from basement to rafters. *********** Six months passed. Jim continued his experiments refining the drug to the best of his abilities. But every night, late, he'd watch the video monitors in the storage room by his lab. He'd watch as Alicia moved through her house. Totally unsuspecting that her every move was being watched, her every word was heard. At first, her lover came over a couple times and they bounced around on the bed, but knowing no more money was coming his way through Alicia, he quickly turned his attentions to others. She dated other men, but a phone call to the private investigator would lead to a letter to the man explaining all that she had done in her life and the dating would soon stop. Every night, about 3:00 AM, a tape recorder in Alicia's house would start playing a couple hours of prerecorded messages. It took a couple months of the tapes before Alicia gave up all desire to date other men. She stopped taking the pill, but continued wearing her diaphragm. Eight months after their last meeting, Jim called her. Under the pretense of finding some things in the house belonging to her, he asked if they could meet some place for dinner. She agreed. They met that night at a Mexican restaurant not far from her house. "Sorry I'm late." She said as she sat down at the table next to him. Actually she wanted him back. More precisely, she wanted his money back. Her living as a writer had only made enough money to sustain herself. She wanted the prestige and the big house and the money back. "No problem." Jim smiled amiably. "I ordered you a margarita. It should be here soon." "Speak of the devil." She said as the drink appeared in front of her. She took a sip "Hmmm. That's good." She backed up her chair. "I had to run to get her when I did, I didn't have time to freshen up. I'll be right back." "OK." Jim replied. "Order something for me. I'll be back in a shake." She bent down and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You know what I like." She said in a slightly husky tone. And she flitted away. When she was gone, Jim reached into his suit coat pocket and pulled out the vial. He looked around. Nobody would see. He was in a dark corner. Everyone was occupied. He hesitated. "You know what I like." rang through his thoughts. He decided. He dumped the contents into her drink. When she returned, she was primped a little better, her hair perfect, her breasts perfectly displayed. She took her drink and swallowed a good portion. "I want to get drunk tonight. Drunk and crazy." She took another large portion. "I guess I'm the designated driver." "You bet lover." She let the tease fall. She finished off the margarita and was crunching down the last of the ice when the food arrived. She ordered another drink and dove into her meal. She ate and drank with gusto that evening. Her conversation filled with teasing temptation. Jim went along for the ride. An hour later Jim pulled up to her house. She unbuckled the seatbelt and reached across and lavishly kissed him. "Do you want to come in? Go boom in bed? For old time sake?" Jim managed to hold his tongue for a good three second. "No. I can't. It's, it's not right." "You're missing the ride of your life." She said as she got out. She closed the door, leaned down on the open doorway and looked at him. Her pose showed off her breasts. No bra, no obstructions. She looked down at herself, than back up at Jim. "You can see what your missing." "I can see." Jim said swallowing hard. "But the answer is still no." "All right then." She answered. Jim handed her the small box of trinkets he had found and she walked away. She walked up to her house unlocked the door and turned back to Jim's car. She smiled and waved and Jim, seeing she was safe, pulled away. "Bastard." She cursed as she went through the doorway. "I thought I had him." Her temper tantrum lasted a good thirty minutes. More than enough time for Jim to return to his office and fire up the monitors. She was just removing her clothes when Jim's monitor tuned in on her. "Well, Fuck you Jim. There are plenty of horny bastards out there that'll want this body. I can screw any man I want. I'll take their money and leave them with their dicks hanging out wanting me to take more. They'll get screwed all right. Screwed all the way to the bank!" She tossed off her her dress and underwear and sat down on the side of her bed. She rested her arms on her slightly spread legs. She looked down at her dangling breasts. Through her cleavage she could see the moistness building up between her legs. She watched herself for a few minutes. Her breasts swelling and falling with her breathing, the moisture building up. She could feel a burning fire start. "Damn, I wanted to get laid too." She reached into the drawer of her nightstand and withdrew an enormous dildo. Another trip retrieved a squeeze tube of lubricant. "I guess it's you and me tonight." She said to the dildo. She applied some lubricant, though she thought she wouldn't need any, and leaned back, her feet still on the floor. For a few minutes she stroked the dildo the length of her clit. Finding the bundle of nerves that excited her so. Rubbing that button with her left hand, she started inserting the dildo. At first it would only go in a couple inches, but then she arched her back, spread her legs a little wider, and pushed. In amazement the dildo slid in easily. She almost sucked it into her. So fast it went in, it almost slipped out of her hand and disappeared inside. In moments she was thrashing wildly, orgasms racking her body. Her left hand massaging her clit, while her right hand frantically moved the dildo in and out of her. She tried to scream out in ecstasy but the tensing of every muscle in her body as yet another orgasm rocketed up from between her legs cut off the scream, turning it into a barely contained grunt/moan. She collapsed. After a few breaths, the dildo still deep inside her, she rotated on the bed, and laid her head on the pillow. It felt so good to be so filled. Several miles away, Jim switched his view to another camera. After she caught her breath, she realized she wasn't satisfied. "I need more." She said in a husky voice. She started rubbing her clit again, and slowly stroking the dildo. "More," she groaned. "I need more." Then an idea hit her. She reached back into the bedside drawer and found what she was looking for. Without hesitating she pulled out a 9 inch vibrator. Quickly, she turned it on and used it to stimulate her clit. In moments, her breathing was rabid. She arched her back as another orgasm seared through her. Her breasts jutting up in ecstasy and defiance of gravity. She settled back down onto the bed but kept up the stroking. Then, after a few minutes, she knew she had to do it one more time. Her slow stroking intensified, the fire built. But it wasn't enough. Instead of rubbing her clit with the vibrator, she slid it into her. Right beside the dildo. She was shocked and excited she could stretch so big. The vibrator did it's job, nerve endings responded, heart rate increased, breathing increased. Around and around the dildo, she circled the vibrator. She soared higher, higher. Blood vessels on her breasts swelled. Sweat oozed from every pour on her body. Her hair was drenched. She bounced her hips up and down. Every rational, civilized thought mankind had developed over the millennia was gone. Savagely destroyed by ages old instinct. All of a sudden as the fire inside her reached it's peak, her hips stopped bouncing and her hands went limp. She collapsed into a quivering, orgasming pile. She couldn't control any part of her body, her mind was gone. For five minutes she was a living earthquake. Out of her bush, the fluid ran. She shook, barely breathing. For five full minutes the continuous orgasm ran it's course. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh" Jim half screamed. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had been watching Alicia masturbate and as a result his own fires had been kindled. He had already unzipped his pants to let his full erection loose. He wasn't even stroking himself, but his erection wasn't going away. The fire kept building. He couldn't help it. He grabbed his massive manhood by the head and ran to the adjoining bathroom. He quickly raised the toilet seat. With his erection so intense it was difficult for him to bend over to reach it. He pointed his penis down and released his grip. Sweat popped out on his forehead as he closed his eyes. The vision of Alicia quivering on her bed took him over the edge. He spewed forth his seed. Viciously, savagely, over and over again. He too forgot all that civilization had taught mankind. Again and again the creamy fluid rocketed from the end of his penis. Finally he was finished. He half collapsed with exhaustion. With his right hand on his now flaccid penis, he leaned forward and supported himself against the wall with his left. He kept his eyes closed as he gently stroked himself and the remaining semen oozed into the toilet. He released his penis, he was done for the night, he still leaned there over the toilet catching his breath and letting his penis retract to its normal size. Her nerve endings overloaded, they shut down. Though the dildo and vibrator were still inside her, Alicia couldn't feel them. Slowly her breathing slowed, her heart rate returned to normal, her breasts stopped reaching for the ceiling and became the round milky soft mounds they had always been. She half dozed for a few minutes, then reached down, shut off the vibrator, and pulled both it and the dildo out of her now unfeeling cunt. She was done for the night. She'd sleep well now. No sooner had the dildo dropped out of her then the remaining fluid gushed out of her. Alicia didn't care. She passed out exhausted and exhilarated all at the same time. Jim opened his eyes. How long he had been standing there he didn't know. He looked down at his penis and realized it was safe to put his pants back on. He zipped up his trousers and moved to flush the toilet. He looked down at the thick layer of semen covering the water. "Oh my God." he thought. "All I have to do is let go. Don't hold back. And I can do that!" Maybe it was the constant use of condoms. Maybe it was his voyeurism watching is gorgeous ex-wife going through a drug induced orgasm. But he realized then that he was free of her at last. He walked back to the monitor room and saw Alicia was asleep, the dildo and vibrator on the bed between her legs in a pool of juices. He programmed the VCRs to record early the next morning. Shut off the monitors and went home. ************* The next morning Alicia awoke groggily. Her mouth tasted like cotton, and her stomach was rumbling, twitching, and jumping. "God I feel like shit." She said as opened her eyes. She moved to sit up and the soreness of the previous evening's masturbation cursed through her and she lie back. "Shit!" She remembered everything in a flash. The dinner with Jim, her propositioning him through the car door. Him saying no. Her temper tantrum, her later masturbation. Again, again and again. She forced herself through the soreness to prop herself up on her elbows. She looked down to see the dildo and vibrator laying between her sticky legs. "I can't believe I had those inside me." She moved her legs over the side of the bed and stood. The soreness was mind boggling and she felt a little nauseated. "Oh yes I can." She walked into her bathroom, the sticky juices covering her inner thighs and bush making sucking and squishing sounds as she slowly walked. She sat down on the toilet and urinated. She felt a little better. It took a bit of courage to stand again, but she knew a hot shower would make her feel better. The warm water tumbled off her breasts. Down her stomach and over her bush. She took her time, washing her long blond hair, using the bath bar to cover her body with suds. Using the brush to scrub her back, her long legs. Even her cunt. Usually that got her blood going, but not today. As she scrubbed between her legs she could hardly feel her actions. Stepping out of the shower and in front of the mirror, she started brushing out her hair. She studied herself in the mirror. "I can still find some man with money who'll want me. I still have a great bod. Maybe I'll let my hair grow longer. Men like lots of hair. Legs, boobs, hair, and horny. I've got the first three and I can always fake the fourth. I'll find somebody." She thought. Just then the nauseating feeling in her stomach lurched up. She quickly turned and made to the toilet before vomiting. After a few moments of retching she straightened and turned back to the mirror. "You drank wa-a-a-ay to much last night girl." She said to her reflection. She looked at her reflection again and ended her self examination at her breasts. Her areolae were slightly larger than normal and slightly darker, but she shrugged it off and went to put on her clothes. Over the next few days, she would wake up nauseated. Her soreness between her legs went away, but the feeling, the sensitivity didn't want to return. She shrugged it off as going too far that night and her body was trying to recover. By the end of the next week, she found it impossible to fit her breasts into the bras she had been wearing. She measured herself. Forty inches. A two inch growth. "That's OK" she thought. "Just a late growth spurt. It happens some times." Mother nature, or rather, the genetically re-engineered mother nature had different plans. Over the next month Alicia's shoulders broadened. Her rib-cage thickened. Her hips widened. And she grew a half inch in height. Meanwhile her breasts continued to expand. When stretched the tape to 50 inches, she knew this was no little growth spurt. "Still, that's was OK." she thought as she slid on a silk blouse. "I'll be able to catch a real rich guy, like Marla Maples." She stretched the once loose fitting blouse over her new formed expansion and gauged her look in the mirror. She worked at connecting the last button and the effect pleased her. Her enlarged areolae pressed firm against the blouse, her nipples pressing out even more. She left her new deeper cleavage revealed for the world to see. She hid her protruding nipples under a loose scarf. After all, she didn't want to be too aggressive. Another month went by. Her hips widened a little more, her shoulders became even broader, her rib-cage deepened, and she grew another inch taller. She now stood 5' 10" flat footed. Her long sumptuous legs were longer, her hair had grown from across her shoulder blades to now fully covering her still narrow and tight behind. But those wondrous attributes didn't catch anyone's eyes. The attention getters were her even larger bustline. The day she surpassed the 62 inches of her measuring tape she called a doctor and begged and pleaded for a same day appointment. "My, my, my," the doctor clucked. "You sure are big girl, aren't you." "Just tell me what's wrong Doctor." She said as she sat on the examining table. Her breasts barely off her lap. "I'd like to run a test first, then we'll know how to proceed from there." He said. "I'll need a urine sample." Alicia agreed, followed the nurse down the corridor to the ladies room. There she filled the cup and returned it to the nurse. "I'll give you a call tomorrow with the results." The doctor replied. Alicia said her thank-yous and left. She did enjoy the cat calls and whistles she received from the overzealous men she met. She did enjoy the stares, the stumbling helloes from the quieter men. She even enjoyed watching the other women look at her with a mixture of jealousy and hatred. She even enjoyed how her breasts bounced and swayed, rubbing against her as she walked. But most of all, she enjoyed the power her bustline gave her over people. She flirted with men. And rubbed her large breasts against the 17 and 18 year old boys she found working places. She loved to see their faces in reaction. The next day the doctor called. When he told her the test came back positive, she couldn't believe it. He had triple checked the results himself. She was definitely pregnant. She didn't know how it happened, it couldn't have happened. She hadn't had sex in months. How can she be two months pregnant when she hadn't had sex in over eight months? She made another appointment in another three weeks and went back to her work. She had discovered her niche. She had starting writing romance novels. Her specialty, the sleazy kind. She already had one published, and was waiting on the publisher's thoughts on her second. She was making money now and that mattered more than this pregnancy scare. She'd find another doctor that could help her with her problem, this one obviously didn't know what he was talking about. The next two weeks Alicia stayed secluded in her house. She worked on her next book, had the grocery store deliver ever increasing amounts of food, and watched as her breasts continued to expand. Every morning she would measure herself. Only to find herself inches larger than the previous morning. When her mountain of mammaries exceeded 80 inches she couldn't believe it. She had to get out of the house. She took a shower. Her blond hair was now almost touching the floor and so thick it was almost unruly. At least she didn't have to shave her legs or armpits. There was no hair there to shave. She tried on some slacks. They slid over her legs perfectly, but when she tried to button them her extended stomach wouldn't allow it. She dropped her slacks to the floor and stood in profile in front of the mirror. There under the tremendous shelter her breasts provided, the swelling at the base of her tummy was obvious. She found something to wear and went to the nearest pharmacy. There she bought a home pregnancy test and went to the bathroom. She held the instrument in her urine stream and sat on the toilet waiting for the answer. When it turned positive, she wasn't surprised. She still didn't know how it happened, but it had. Tears formed in her eyes as she struggled into her clothes. The stall was so constricting to her tremendous breasts. On the way home, she cried, but then all of a sudden, something snapped. She was pregnant. She was going to get fat. Boy was she going to get fat. She stopped at the supermarket. There she bought over four hundred dollars of food. The stockman had difficulty finding space for it all in her little mustang. She drove home and unloaded the groceries. The first thing she found was a gallon jug of milk. "Got to have milk to grow healthy babies!" she said as she open the jug and drank a third of the bottle before setting it down. She went on to her unpacking. Frequently, she would open a container of food and eat a major portion of the contents before putting the rest away. Continuously babbling about eating this or that to make healthy babies. Working quickly she had everything put away that she could, the rest she left out on the shelves. She took off her dress and let her large blouse hang free. The rest of the afternoon and evening, she kept busy with her book. Taking frequent breaks to find more food. She was continuously chewing on something. Crackers, cold pancakes, bread, hamburgers, pizza, lots of pizza, apples, peaches, pears, more pizza, more steak. Whatever she could find found its way into her mouth. Always within arms reach, the gallon jug of milk or fruit juice. That night as she lay in bed naked, she stroked her mountainous breasts. She found that the gentle stroking of her bloated boobs soothed and relaxed her. She awoke the next morning full of energy. She quickly measured her bustline and found herself a full ten inches larger than the day before. Her swelling stomach five inches larger. She showered, dressed and drove her mustang down to the dealer. She'd have to give up the little car she adored. Her breasts were getting so large she had difficulty wedging them behind the steering wheel. In fact, on the way there, she saw a good looking man jogging along the street, her breasts swelled, and the car horn blew for a long time before she managed to move here swollen breasts away from the horn. At the dealer she put her impressive charms to best use. She found a young salesman who salivated over her massive display. She took a big van out for a drive. After they were out for about fifteen minutes, the salesman had ran out of things to say. He had used the word big at least fifteen times. Large another dozen, and spacious another five. She pulled the van off in a secluded area and turned to him, her breasts and deep, deep cleavage in full view. She leaned towards him, his breath caught, his penis swelled. "Now, you and I are going to negotiate a price. Let's go in the back and lay everything out." The young salesman couldn't believe what he was was hearing. Before he could reply, she slid across the seat towards him, lifted her breasts off the seat and plunked them down in his lap. She looked him straight in the eyes for a few moments then smashed her lips against his. She had developed her kisses into a lethal weapon. The young man didn't stand a chance. She withdrew and took his hands in hers. "This is what you want." and she guided his hand to her nipples. Shock and disbelief were overpowering him, but he started to squeeze and kneed her tremendous endowments. He started groaning. She kissed him again. "Let's move into the back." They quickly moved to the back of the van where she lay down on her back. She hadn't laid on her stomach in weeks, she couldn't. "Take me." She whispered. She cupped her breasts upwards and said. "They're all yours." She jiggled them up and down as he stripped off his cloths. His penis was already erect. "I have such big boobs. Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy boobs." She bounced herself some more. "Take my clothes off." She ordered. His penis was quivering, his hands shaking as he frantically pulled her dress down and hiked her shirt. "Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy boobs." she taunted again. He quickly entered her, he had have her now. His penis wasn't very large but he drove it in as far as he could. He tried to pull out in the ages old stroking motion but he found it impossible. Her cunt had grabbed it and started massaging it. Her body didn't move, his didn't move. But they remained locked. It only took a moment, and he ejaculated, but she didn't release him, she kept milking him. Trembling overtook him as a constant state of ejaculation coursed up from his groin. Soon his overworked nerve endings shut down and his penis rapidly went limp. Then she released him and he gratefully pulled out of her. He rolled over onto his back and panted. It grew dark, but he realized that her giant breasts were blocking out the light, hovering over his face. "Lick me, suck me, drink my milk." She caressed his lips with her thimble sized nipple. He couldn't help it, his lips parted and his tongue sought out the wondrous bounty he found himself staring at. He licked, he nibbled, he licked some more. With both hands he reached up and held her breast. She was enormous, each breast larger than a basketball. Larger even then the small beachballs he would occasionally see down by the river. "Suck, don't lick, suck." She told him as she leaned closer pressing her breasts against him. She couldn't see his face, she covered him so completely. After several minutes, nothing happened. She pulled away and started buttoning her clothes. He laid there for a few minutes disoriented. She made sure everything was back in place, her dress pulled back on, her underwear in place, her tremendous breasts tightly packed back into the low cut blouse she had worn. He responded finally and began dressing. They went back to the front seat and she drove back to the dealer. With out shame he gazed at her cleavage. She didn't mind. She would give a last thrill or two. She reached over, took his hand, and guided it down the front of her shirt. He kept looking at her display while he squeezed and massaged her. But he kept shaking his head. When she asked him if anything was wrong he simply said, "No one is going to believe it when I tell them what happened. I'm not sure I believe it!" When they pulled into the dealer lot he withdrew his hand. He blurted out the question "Can I see you again?" Alicia only smiled and suggested they take care of the paperwork first. The next day, her bustline another five inches larger, Alicia returned to the car dealer to take delivery on her van. She actually popped three buttons as she reached over to sign on the dotted line. The salesman barely contained himself. She didn't care. As she and the salesman walked to the door, she could feel the eyes of the entire staff upon her. At the doorway she decided to give them a show. In a smooth quick motion, she reached around his neck and drew his lips to hers. A long passionate kiss followed. He reacted by putting he arms around her. He could barely reach, her breasts so large and firm, pressed between them. She reached down and instead of withdrawing, she guided his left hand to her butt. He drew her to him and she responded by grinding her crotch into his leg. She guided is right hand to her left breast, holding it there, moving it around in circles. Finally she pulled his hands free and their lips disengaged. His hands fell to his sides. She stood on her tip toes and gave him a quick peck on the lips and flitted away before he could react. The room was silent. Nothing moved. Time had stood still. The salesman stood and watched while she hopped in her new van and drove away, not even waving. He'd never see her again, he knew, but he'd never forget her either. From then on, the women who had always been saying no to his advances, waited in line to go out with him. The men treated him with begrudging respect. And his sales, and self confidence soared. The next few months fell into a routine. Everyday she'd wake up to find both her bustline and waistline several inches larger. She did come to notice that her breast growth was slowing. But her waist line picked up the slack. At six months into her pregnancy, her bulging stomach was larger then most women were at nine months. She continued to eat a lot, write a lot, and eat more. Her energy was almost limitless. She bought an exercise tape designed for pregnant women, and went home and started exercising. One day she found she had to stop. She had tried to get onto her hands and knees. She couldn't, her belly was hitting the floor long before her hands did. She did manage to put her hands on the floor that last time only to realize that her belly was pressing against the carpeting, and her still growing breasts were also pressing against the floor. She was wearing a dark green muumuu. And she took to tying her hair, which dragged on the floor five feet behind her, into pony tails and bows. She looked down at herself "I must look like a toad. A big, fat, pregnant toad." She said aloud. She stood and stretched her back, her girth jutting out beyond her reach. "But, I don't care." She downed another draft from the ever present gallon jug of milk, and emptied it. The second jug of the day so far. She realized her growth was far from over. She would need help getting around, doing things, getting to the hospital when it came time to give birth. She couldn't drive anymore, her chest and stomach were so large she couldn't reach the steering wheel. She was having fun being pregnant. She suffered from none of the normal problems pregnancy creates. She actually felt better now than she ever did. She had boundless energy, was always in good spirits, and she felt so alive. She was happy. A few days later, her younger sister came to stay with her. "You're huge!" Was the first thing she said. She laid a hand on the tremendous girth her sister held out in front of her. "There's room in there for me!" "It's all baby!" Alicia gleamed with pride as she reached out and patted the side of her impressive stomach. Alicia reached up and lifted her mountainous breasts. "And look at these! I just love these." Her sister couldn't believe it. As Alicia moved her breasts up and down. Her cleavage must have been 2 feet long! and at least a foot deep. Even with her growing stomach trying to push her breasts aside. As the weeks went by Alicia's sister did all the errand running that was needed. Groceries mostly. Alicia's appetite continued to increase. It was a good thing her third book had made as much money as it did. Alicia continued to write. Mostly she half sat, half laid on the couch. Dictating into a tape recorder. Holding the microphone with one hand while caressing some part of her body with the other. She almost continuously rubbed the expansive side of her belly. She didn't know how much she weighed. She couldn't see the scale. She hadn't seen her feet in months. But she didn't care. Her ever increasing stomach girth finally surpassed her no longer growing bustline. The doctor would make weekly visits. Alicia would happily waddle into her bedroom, strip of her clothes and lay down on the bed while the doctor examined her. She insisted she only wanted to hear generalities if the news was good. Specifics if the news was bad. So though the doctor had a lot he wanted to tell her, he only said "Mother and child doing well." and "I see no problems so far." During one such visit, near the end of the eight month, she opened up to the doctor. "Doctor," she said rubbing the sides of her beachball size stomach. "I never used to want children. Now that I'm pregnant," she pressed her arms together and arched her back a little lifting her stomach a bit to accent her point. "very pregnant, I want children very badly." Alicia was lying in the middle of a queen sized bed, even then, the doctor had problems finding enough space beside her to sit. She moved her arms up to the side of her breasts and moved them together. The doctor, as used to seeing her naked as he was, swallowed hard. "But I know that this is not normal." "Alicia," The doctor began. "I've been a doctor for over 40 years. I've delivered thousands of babies. I've delivered babies, watch them grow and delivered their babies. Last year I started delivering grandchildren of babies I delivered years ago. Thousands and thousands of babies." He looked at her mountainous stomach. Her lying there and him sitting beside here, he had to sit up very straight just to look down at the top of her. "In all my years of practice, I have never seen any woman take so well to being pregnant. No one. You body is perfectly tuned for making babies. I've never seen anything like it. By all rights, you should have gone into labor weeks, months ago. But you stay pregnant growing bigger and bigger. I have to tell you this. You have more than one child inside of you. How many, I don't know. But it looks like you'll carry them to term without difficulty. If your pregnancy so far is any indication, you'll deliver relatively easily, and have very healthy children. I shouldn't be saying this considering you case, but it looks like you have nothing to worry about." "Thank-you Doctor." She said. "That means a lot to me." She moved over towards him and extended her hand. "Now, if you'd help get up, I'll waddle you to the door." They both laughed and he helped her stand. She was as tall as he was. She quickly took the massive mound of fabric that was her maternity dress and slipped it over her head and down over her naked body. After giving the doctor a peck on the cheek and heart felt thank-you. The doctor drove home. The doctor had a secret, pregnant women turned him on. Even at his age, even after seeing thousands of pregnant women, several every day, he still inwardly salivated whenever he saw one. He found his wife sorting clothes in their bedroom. Needless to say, the clothing was still in need of sorting an hour later. The final month of her pregnancy was a delight to Alicia. Her breasts had started swelling again, but she new that now they were filling with milk. Her milk. They also became extremely sensitive. Ever since her pregnancy began, she had not felt sexually aroused. Even the sex with the salesman had done nothing for her, except save her a couple thousand dollars. Now she enjoyed herself more and more. She could barely reach her nipples, and when she did, she found them the size of her thumbs. Her areolae were larger than pancakes. When she gazed upon them in her mirror, she saw they were darker than normal, and they themselves protruded from her breasts. She new she was ready to start nursing. The slightest touch sent shivers down her spine, and warm glowing fire building up between her legs. Bouncing her mountainous mammeries was easy for her to do and feeling them bounce and slide against each other brought an excitement she hadn't felt in a long time. She often reached between her legs and massaged her bush. Oh how good that felt. She feared she would never feel aroused again, it had been so long. One evening she lay in bed. She moved her breasts around. The gallons of milk they held caused them to slosh around. "Hmmm" she hummed. She had to do this gently. She knew she was near her time for delivery. She couldn't be thrashing around. Excitement built, she felt a vibrating deep in her cunt. She reached for and found the vibrator in her bedside drawer. "God I hope the batteries are still good." she thought as she flipped the switch. The vibration the little tool gave her told her they were. Gently she reached around the tremendous stomach and managed to press the tip and side of the vibrator against her moistening cunt. She knew she dare not insert it, so she satisfied herself at rubbing her outside. The vibrator touched "her joy buzzer", as she liked to call it, and her breath caught and she involuntarily arched her back. Her breasts laden with milk sloshed upwards and momentarily covered her face. Before they sloshed back, she licked the side of one. Then with her free hand she reached out and found her distended nipple. She pinched and teased it. She rubbed her hand around her pancake size areolae. She continued moving the vibrator up and down over her clit. The warmth spread but she had to control her thrashing. After a few more minutes, she felt warm all over and the shiver built up between her legs then wondrously, gently exploded through her body. It was as if her orgasm moved through her body in luxurious slow motion. She savored every moment of it. She couldn't see whether she squirted or not, but for the next few minutes her milk dribbled out of her breasts and down towards her body. For the next few minutes, she didn't care. She was in quiet ecstasy. A couple days later, she found her morning shower almost impossible. She barely fit into the shower stall as it was, but today, it was even more difficult. She cleaned herself up, dried herself off, and waddled out of her bedroom to meet the day. She hoped birth would be soon, she could barely go through doors. Her sister had prepared Alicia's normal breakfast. 1 dozen pancakes, (the large kind) two porterhouse steaks, a quart of orange juice, a loaf of toast, (with strawberry jam) and a half gallon of milk to wash it down. For the first time in months, she felt the abundant meal was maybe more than she could handle. She was still hungry and she heartily dug in, but by the time she finished, she was eating mighty slow. That day drug by. She found it harder and harder to move. She wasn't all that larger today than yesterday, but she felt oh so much more awkward. She went to bed that night feeling more tired than she had during her entire pregnancy. At two A.M. the next morning she was awakened by a deep rumbling across her stomach. She felt bloated, uncomfortable, and tense. Ten minutes later, the next labor pain swept over her. More intense. She instinctively knew the time had come. She called out to her sister who helped her out of bed and into a slip over dress. Another labor pain rumbled its way through her and she doubled over slightly in pain. She made it to the van door before the next one hit. "NNNNNNgh" she groaned as she leaned against her sister and the side of the van. Her sister opened up the back doors of the van and Alicia backed herself in and sat town. Her sister helped her get far enough so she could close the cargo doors. "I wonder what happened to my cute little mustang." she thought irrationally as the next labor pain roared through her. "Hell, I'm probably bigger than that mustang right now." She braced herself for the next round. "I certainly feel like it. NNNNNGH!" she screamed. Her sister was already halfway to the hospital. She pulled into the emergency entrance ten minutes and two screams later. The staff on duty instantly reacted to the honking horn and rushed out. When they opened the door they stood in shock. Alicia's tremendous size amazed everyone. On top of that, her stomach was shifting, moving, reshaping, readying itself for birth. They didn't stay surprised for long. They quickly got her on a rolling bed and transported her 300 plus pounds to the delivery room. Four burly orderlies and two nurses sweated and strained to move her to the delivery table. Her mountainous stomach rising larger and larger, higher and higher as the muscles expanded and contracted in rapidly repeating labor pains. The doctor rushed in and took up position. She was already dilating. In awe he watched as her birth canal expanded to unheard of proportions. "Push Alicia, push now." He calmly told her. She responded and in moments the head of the first child appeared. Another two seconds, and the shoulders appeared and the first baby girl slid into the doctor's hands. It was 2:45. AM. The rumbling pain continued but not for long. Every three minutes Alicia groaned and pushed and delivered another baby girl. By shortly after 3:00, she was done and had brought into this world seven baby girls. Each one had a distinguishing little birth mark on the inside of her left buttock. Alicia quickly recovered her breath and held one of her daughters. She wept with joy. The next morning, newspapers carried the story of the multiple births, but Alicia insisted on remaining anonymous. A pair of nurses came carrying a pair of crying babies. Alicia happily opened her gown and exposed her tremendous breasts. "My God girl!" A older, heavy, "German Grandmother" type nurse exclaimed. "You better be careful, you might drown these little darlings." Alicia smiled and started the feeding. The older nurse continued. "You know girl, I've never seen anyone have an easier labor. Never. You dropped those babies like a pro." The younger nurse couldn't take her eyes off Alicia's mountains. She made the effort, tore her eyes away and left the room. Alicia left the hospital a few days later, her and her sister, and two nurses carrying the children. Alicia hadn't felt this happy in a very long time. Over the next few weeks, Alicia had her hands full, literally. She was constantly breast feeding at least one of her children. Those days were a continuous blur of feeding, changing, bathing, rocking to sleep, laundry and eating. Alicia didn't even notice her stomach had returned to her pre-pregnancy size and shape. She had a tremendous figure, and she didn't even notice. When the children consistently slept through the night, Alicia's days became more bearable. From his office, Jim continued to watch and wait. His plan had worked exceptionally well. Only one thing remained to verify. He waited. And watched. Retribution: The End When the babies were six months old, Alicia was ready to hit the town, with a vengeance. She studied herself in the mirror. Her legs were long and supple. Her stomach flat, firm, athletic. Her back straight, her breast large and firm. After she had stopped breast feeding, they had shrunk down to a mere 120 inches. She knew she was massive, but they didn't sag, they were actually very firm. Even with their tremendous size, she felt she carried them well. Her back was strong, and she felt good. Her uncommonly thick blond hair hung down to her knees. She decided to let it stay long. It had a natural wave to it. She knew no man could resist her. Tomorrow would be her debut. She went to bed with anticipation. Where would she go? What should she do? She laid in bed awake for almost two hours. She couldn't sleep. She tried sleeping on her side, but her breasts were so hard for some reason, she couldn't stay in that position long. She laid on her side for a few minutes, her eyes wide open in the darkness. She could see the shape of her bedside cabinet through the low light. She knew what was in that drawer. She reached out and found the large dildo she always kept in that drawer. She could already feel her bush getting wet and ready. She easily slipped it inside of her. Though it aroused her, she knew it wouldn't be enough. She reached out again and withdrew the vibrator. She flushed with the memory of trying to find new batteries only a week ago. It was late, and there was no reason to need batteries at that hour. He sister surprised her rummaging through the junk drawer in the kitchen. She powered up the vibrator and started working it around her bush. That did the trick. Her breathing increased. With the dildo still inside her she felt the warm juices rising. How good it felt to be filled up so completely. She shuddered as the first orgasm shook her. She continued. Her breasts were still getting harder. Sweat starting beading on her forehead as her breath became ragged and the hips started rotating wildly. She slipped the vibrator inside her beside the dildo, then started tracing it around the dildo. Her tight walls gave way to the vibrator. Stimulated, they started to quiver. Alicia wildly thrashed in her bed. Her breasts were rock solid. Blood vessels pressed through the skin. Her nipples distended. She felt as if they would explode. It was her last conscious thought. Instinct, lust dominated her mind. She continued thrashing, orgasm after orgasm swept up from her crotch. The fire continued to burn hotter and hotter. A new peak was about to be reached. In an instant she reached out and held onto the side of the bed. The vibrator and dildo still deep inside her. Her orgasm rocketed through her body turning every muscle into spasming jelly. She groaned in unbridled ecstasy. After five minutes of shaking. Five minutes of a continuous orgasm, the nerves shutdown, and Alicia collapsed. She regained her breath, and removed the still running vibrator and dildo. She didn't have the energy to return them to the drawer. She simply let them sit between her sticky legs and fell asleep. She awoke the next morning, moved to the bathroom, and cleaned herself off. She was just coming out of the shower when the nausea overtook her and she bent over the toilet and vomited. Jim turned off the VCR. He had watched it all on delayed tape. His plan was complete. Alicia would continue to become pregnant for many years to come. His drug had so altered her body that sex was meaningless to her. She would never become sexually aroused except when she was about to ovulate. Then the new hormones in her body would split the ova. Then, it would alter one, and rejoin the two parts. At that point she would become self fertilized. The zygote would split into two cells, then four then eight. Eventually the group of cells would split into two completely distinct groups. Split into four, and possibly split again. Now she was pregnant with multiple children. Jim had made her into a baby machine. She hadn't wanted children, but she wanted men and their money. Now, she didn't want men, and she would have children. Epilogue Jim had been talking with Liza on the phone for many months now. She had been out of the country for over eighteen months. Indeed he hadn't seen her since the day they had talked about chimpanzees in her lab all that time ago. She invited him over to her new apartment for dinner and he was anxious to go. As he rang the doorbell her image came to mind. The firm buttocks atop the longest, sexiest legs he had ever seen. The short auburn hair. The beautiful green eyes. It would be interesting to see how well his test had turned out. When she opened the door he found himself staring into the same bright green eyes. Her auburn hair now cascaded abundantly down her shoulders, down her back and buttocks, all the way to her knees. She wore it loose. It had a gentle wave to it as it cascaded off her shoulders and down the front of her low-cut blouse over her now enlarged breasts. He couldn't help but stare at the awesome display. Her breasts looked so firm, so smooth, beautiful milky white. Jim guesed that her bustline had to be at least 60 inches. She knew where his eyes had gone and she didn't care. She could feel her pulse quicken, her breasts rising ever higher with her deepening breaths. She could feel her blouse constricting her swelling breasts. She could feel her nipples pressing against the fabric, further exciting her. Her breast growth had surprised her. She had always been flat. At twelve, even though her height was above normal. She went through puberty along with all the other girls. She started menstrating like everyone else. But she lacked in one department. She had no breasts. While other girls were graduating from training bras, she was still flat. She thought maybe her being an athlete had something to do with it. So she stopped, ate more, and waited for her breasts to grow. At fourteen, she was getting a little pudgy and listless, but still no breasts. She went back to her athletics. Her mother told her that she had been late developing, but that didn't help any. Her popularity declined. Few boys took interest in her as she passed through highschool, those that did, noticed her uncommonly long, sexy legs. At eighteen, she graduated at the top her class in academics, but at the bottom in chest measurement. College was no better. She immersed herself in her studies and made friends with other girls. She was respected by men, but not persued. When she was packing for her Africa trip she packed clothes that men would pack. She was surprised when a month into the trip her T-shirts started feeling tight. Each day she would wake up to find her breasts a little larger than they had the night before. In a month, they were obvious. Had she had a bra, she would have nicely fit a B-cup bra. But the nearest bra was many, many miles away. She endured. Her T-shirts were still a little loose yet. At the end of the second month, 36 inches. The men in the camp couldn't help but noticing, she enjoyed the looks she got. But she was still "one of the boys." After the third month, her 45 inch bustline was stretching even her largest shirts. She found her breasts increadibly firm, which helped a little. But her figure was causing too many stares, cleared throats, and uncomfortable moments. She begged a few shirts from the largest man in the camp. That brought relief for everybody. For a while. She continued expanding. Her nipples pressing through the ever tightening fabric. Her expansion slowed, but it didn't stop. Not for a long time. When she got back on the plane for the trip home, her chest messured an awesome 67 inches. She couldn't believe it. In a few short months she had grown more than she could ever have imagined. For the entire trip home, she marveled at her new found cleavage. She would have to buy a whole new wardrobe, but she didn't care. It was worth it. "Please, come in." She said stepping back from the open door. Jim swallowed hard and forced himself to look back into her eyes. He comprehended and moved inside the door. No sooner had he cleared the door did it swing shut. Liza attacked him. She firmly kissed him long and hard. She curled one leg around him and ground her crotch into his. She crushed her massive breasts into his chest as she frantically, repeatedly kissed him. Her efforts were not lost on Jim. He kissed her back. Fire building between his legs. After a few minutes, Liza stepped back and led him into the living room. She pulled down his pants and underwear and marveled at Jim's firm, massive erection. She gave it a quick kiss before standing again. She pushed down on his shoulders as she pushed him to sit down not any chair, but on the end of the coffee table. He complied. She stood again and Jim helped her undo the buttons and zippers on her skintight outfit. The dress and blouse fell away. Then any underwear. He kissed each breast then leaned back on the coffee table. His penis arose straight up from his groin. He was more than ready. Liza straddled him and the table and started lowering herself onto him. She went down only enough for the head of his penis to be inside her. Then she started moving her hips in a large circular motion. The sensation drove Jim crazy. He ran his hands up and down the inside of her thighs. She lowered herself again. She continued circling her hips. Jim moved his hands up to her bush and started rubbing her clit, she moaned and responded. She lowered herself some more and quickened her pace. His rubbing continued and she finally lowered herself all the way. Still moving in a circle, smaller than when she had started, ecstasy overcame her for the first time that evening. Jim stuck both thumbs between her legs to pick up the warm moist fluid that Liza was gathering there. He moved them up to message her areolae. In mirrored circles, he rubbed around her nipples. He found them getting firmer as her breath increased and her movements on top of him increased. She tossed her head back and surrendered herself to her instincts. Faster and faster she would thrash. Orgasm after orgasm overtook her. Jim decided to let go of civilization. It was his last thought as he felt his seed rising. The next morning, Jim awoke in a warm bed. He realized there was something on top of him. He opened his eyes to see Liza still on top of him. His penis, still large, but far from firm, inside of her. So he couldn't move much, but his arms and hands were free. He moved them up Liza's back and down the side of her breasts. She awoke. She kissed him deeply and said something about that was the only way he should awaken her. After another hour of sex. She collapsed on top of him again. "I know this sounds stupid. But I want to get married. Right away. Start having children right away." She kissed him. "Do you want to do that?" "Yes" He said with no hesitation. And he realized it was true. "We'll have to do some paperwork first." "Prenuptual agreement?" She asked. He nodded yes. "Good, I was going to suggest the same thing. I don't think we'll need it. This feels too good. Too right. I trust you. And you trust me. I won't hurt you." "I know you won't." He replied. Then he thought, "But if you do, I'll still have retribution."