VIDEODRAIN
                                    
                             Fleshy Fiction
                             Wilson Barbers


It started with a used video machine. Jerry Maunder had just
bought the second-hand VCR from a neighbor hood consignment shop
and installed it in his bedroom, attached to a small twelve-inch
Panasonic on the dresser. It was a funky nameless Betamax-only
Jerry wouldn't dropped down good cash on a dated piece of
technology like that-- but the store owner had assured him that
it worked wonderfully. The afternoon he bought it he'd been
looking for something to spice up the evening, and a VCR in a
bedroom sounded promising.
     "MagnaBeta?" Jerry asked, looking it over, noticing a label
on the back. "What kind a Betamax is that?"
     "Fuck if I know," the shopkeeper answered. Dealing with the
world's cast-offs had given him a lackadaisical attitude about
the niceties of salesmanship. "Some last-ditch attempt to sell
the format, I guess. Works with regular Beta tapes, though." HE
gave him the name of a nearby store that still rented Beta
videos, and after several moments of waffling Jerry plunked down
twenty bucks for the "Magnabeta."
     That night he escorted his girlfriend, Lisa, to the store in
question. They'd been seeing each for several months, and Jerry
was hoping to perk up their relationship. He took her to the back
of the store to the "Adults Only" section ad told her to pick a
title. Lisa (who professed to be unfamiliar with such
entertainment) selected a familiar but effective offering. "Good
choice," he told her. Once they got back to Jerry's apartment, he
led his girlfriend into his new video fuck room.
     Though understandably a bit tense when he first plopped the
tape into the machine, Lisa soon got into the spirit of the
thing. She sat with her back against a  pillow, first taking in
every detail of the typically plotless video and then turning her
attention to her lover. An hour into the tape and they were both
happily thrusting against each other, Jerry occasionally peeking
towards the tube for some additional inspiration.
     First time she caught him at it, Lisa got a little pissed-
off. What was he doing, she'd think, looking up at some  big
boobed bimbo, when he should be focusing on her? It wasn't like
she was some kind of gargoyle or somp'n! But each time he 
focused back on her, she forgot her irritation. Jerry was quite
adept that way.
     As far as  Jerry was concerned, his periodic flashes towards
the TV screen  were unavoidable. Lisa was a gorgeously girlish
redhead with an ass and a pair of legs that didn't quit, full
lisp and lightly freckled skin. But she came up short in one of
important anatomical realm-- her tits. Modest in size, her
munchkin mams were a regular distraction to Jerry. Who could
blame him for looking at the famously fuller top on the screen.
If only Lisa had a set of juggs like that, he thought, eyeing the
blond porn star's 42DDs. She'd be perfect.
     He turned back to Lisa, who was too busy climaxing beneath
him to notice his latest retreat to the tube, and he felt himself
start to erupt. Rearing back, he looked to the ceiling, then back
to his girlfriend. In so doing, he nearly slipped out of Lisa in
shock.
     In the space of an instant, her breasts had grown. Near
twins to the star mams he'd been ogling on tape, they jiggled and
bounced before him insouciantly. The sight added strength to his
ejaculation, and for a moment Jerry just went along with it. It
wasn't until his dick started calming down that he started
wondering about this fantastic occurrence. Had he gone nuts? Was
he hallucinating?
     On the screen, the camera backed away from a long-held
crotch close-up to a full-length shot of the movie's heroine. She
was, Jerry saw, noticeably smaller titwise. What was going on
here? He tentatively poked Lisa's right mam, felt her palpable
flesh yield to his fingertip. They were real all right! Lisa's
breast had grown tot he lower forties, with darker areolae, and
nipples. Jerry started at them so strangely that Lisa finally
notice.d
     "What are you gawking at, Jer?" she asked, sitting upright,
her new grown tits dangling appealingly.
     "Y-you!" Jerry stammered. "Your breasts!" He turned to the
"MagnaBeta" machine glistening alongside the portable Panasonic.
Was this responsible for her amazing transformation?   
     "What about 'em?" Lisa demanded, feeling herself start to
heat up. Was this jerk gonna give her grief about her boobs?
Perhaps she shouldn't have agreed to let him put that tape on
after all!
     "They've--they've gotten big!" Jerry stated, as he pulled
her off the bed and led her into the bathroom. As soon as she got
a look at herself in the mirror, Lisa let out a shriek.
     "What the fuck is this?" she gasped, cupping her breasts.
Where once they'd merely risen from her torso, they now proudly
hung as fully rounded entities, firm and globular.
     "Damned if I know," Jerry answered, yanking her away from
her reflection to return tot he bedroom. Point to the flat-
chested actress on the video screen, he continued, "I don't know
how it happened. Maybe it was you; maybe it was me; maybe it was
the machine here. But somehow you've gotten most of her tit
flesh!"
     "That's impossible!" Lisa scoffed, but that didn't stop her
from feeling her impossible mams. "That's an electronic
image!These are flesh!" She held her breasts up to get a full
sense of their size, then shook her head. "That's not the same
actress!" she said.
     "Wanna bet?" Jerry challenged, and he pressed the rewind
button on his VCR. They watched jizz rapidly shoot back into
dicks, couples separating like they'd just heard something
unclean about their partners, and the whole time it was obvious
that the heroine was being played by the same tiny breasted
woman. "I don't know how this happened, and to be honest, I don't
wanna question it too much. You look great!"
     Lisa smiled demurely. After years of feeling self-conscious
about her boobs, she wasn't quite sure how to take things. "What
was I before?" she finally asked. "Chopped liver?"
     But Jerry had already raced out of the room. He hobbled back
in, pulling on his pants and T-shirt, and he headed for the door.
"Wait here!" he panted, "And don't get dressed!" Then he dashed
out of the place. Moments later Lisa heard him backing his Geo
out of the driveway.
     Lisa did as she was told. Stretching out on the rumpled
mattress with a can of Pringles, she watched the slender actress
on tape and wondered if her loss had also occurred in real life.
If so, Lisa supposed she would be feeling guilty about it. She
didn't though. She'd spent her life feeling inferior to women
like this.
     She was imagining her next high school reunion when Jerry
returned with his arms full of videotapes. Ejecting the video
they'd been watching without bothering to rewind fully, he shoved
in a fresh entry. It was, Lisa saw, a big named offering with
several famous sex queens, including the star of the first tape.
Lisa held her breath waiting for the actress to appear on screen.
When she did, it was as she expected. The woman was as flat as
she'd been in the previous video, though nobody seemed to notice.
"What do you make of that?" she started to say, but before she
could get it all out, Jerry was on her.
     "Forget  that one," he gasped. "She's the one I'm interested
in now!" He indicated the actress who had just come within camera
range,  a tall exotic looking brunette with a set of blue veined
48Es. Placing his lips on her right nipple, his thumb  and
forefinger on its sister, Jerry stiffened once again against her.
Lisa, unused to anyone paying much attention to her tits, felt
herself quickly moistening anew.
     It was quick and dirty, and when it was over, Lisa was in
the 55F range. Her right tit dangled over her slender arm,
flattening against the mattress as she rested on her side. On the
tube, the brunette was brandishing her practically nonexistent
hooters in an incongruously appreciative surfer stud. "It worked
again!"Jerry crowed. "Look at you now!"
     Lisa rushed off to get a good look at herself. Her right
man, she saw, was noticeably bigger than her left. her areola had
widened to at least three inches, though their edges had gotten
somewhat diffuse. The space between her freckles had observably
increased. She touched the stretch marks on the sides of both
mams and wondered if there was any end to her capacity to grow.
The feel of her bountiful bust was marvelous, almost electric.
With its new size, both her confidence and ability to grow
aroused had developed significantly.
     As she caressed herself, lifting her right tit into her
mouth, Lisa resolved to go as far as she could. She sashayed back
into the bedroom where a somewhat wilted Jerry was surprised to
see her pop open a third video case and start another porn tape
up. A few minutes of her lips on his cock and Jerry  was ready to
start up, too.
     Two-thirds of the way in, though, it was obvious that
something was wrong. They'd both been focusing on the movie's
heroine, a famous stripper with a firm set of 54Es, but none of
it transferred to Lisa. They'd both reached their peak (in Lisa's
case, quite spectacularly), but it didn't seem to make any
difference.
     "They're not her own flesh!" Jerry finally said, hitting the
corner of the mattress with his fist. "I remember reading about
this one now! She got her tits enhanced! No wonder you couldn't
get anything off her." Lisa supposed it made sense.
     The next tape they hit pay dirt--a German model with a set
of juggs so big they hung past her navel. The remaining tapes
weren't as fulsome, but each one added more to Jerry's
girlfriend. They finally stopped near dawn, close to the end of
the tape selection, too pooped to rise from bed and put in the
final tape. Last tape they watched, Lisa had tried focusing on a
young stud's upstanding twelve-inch member without telling Jerry
what she was doing; the feeling that it gave her when Jerry's
dick lengthened in the midst of orgasm was tremendous!
     They both slept through morning, spent and satisfied.
     Jerry woke at noon, feeling raw and excited. As he first
eased into wakefulness, he slowly ventured a hand toward the
sleeping figure beside him. Last night had been so fantastic, so
wonderful, he wouldn't have been surprised to discover his
girlfriend back to her old flat self. In his experience, things
this exceptional just didn't last. He felt his way across the
mattress--afraid to turn and look at Lisa--until he came against
a wall of flesh that could only be the breasts of his dreams.
     He rose to take his girlfriend in. She was sleeping on her
side, great mams swelling ahead of her, obscuring her arms and
entire torso. Each tit quivered independently as he sat up in bed
and admired them. They were mammoth! Monumental!
     Could they get even bigger?   
     He eased off the ed and found the last tape. The TV lowly
on, he reached over Lisa's voluminous forefront and started  to
kiss and fondle her into wakefulness. He didn't even notice the
title of the flick he'd selected or realize that it didn't match
the one on the outer box. He didn't know what he was getting into
until he'd fully roused his girlfriend and they'd both turned to
focus on the set.
     On the screen was a pair of fat women, the hugest either of
them had ever seen, naked and simultaneously petting and feeding
each other. "I didn't rent this film!" Jerry shouted, feeling
himself start to soften.
     "Who cares?" Lisa purred, pulling him into her tremendous
cleavage. "I'm horny!" With the press of her flesh on both sides
of him, his enhanced cock hardened once more. On her back, Lisa's
breast flowed majestically over her arms as she tried to hold
them up against her lover. Her nipples, which were larger
unaroused than they'd been at full throttle on her old body, grew
to fingerlength. Her faded areolae, darkened to the size of a
pair of bowling balls.
     Unnoticed by them both, though, the funky no-name
"MagnaBeta" started to make an ominous whirring sound.
     As Jerry and Lisa both were about to hit that point that
they knew so well, the machine let out a shriek and started
smoking. Tape started shooting out across the bed with the speed
and intensity of their simultaneous cumming. At the moment of
orgasm Jerry felt a flush of dizziness and as he started to pull
himself out of it Lisa's breast ballooned like they never had
before.
     "Jer!" she screamed as her tits swelled and enveloped her
lover. They dropped past her knees and rose above him, pressing
on his back and widening towards both sides of the queen-sized
bed. Lisa's arms were trapped beneath her massive mounds of bosom
flesh; if it weren't for her deepening cleavage, she'd have
suffocated in her own burgeoning boobs! She wasn't just getting
tit flesh off the video this time!
     As that realization hit the two of them, the machine sprayed
its last inches of tape across the bed and died.
     Once Jerry squeezed himself form between his girlfriends
tits they were able to assess the results. Lisa's monster mams
covered most of her body. Her feet and lower calves poked out
from beneath them; the tips of her fingers wiggled futilely
pinned against the mattress. Her twin mounds rose majestically
like the bellies of two reclining circus fat ladies. The base of
her breast had grown to encompass her entire torso; her navel was
hidden somewhere in the depth of her cleavage. Lisa had to slowly
edge her arms up over her shoulders to get her hands free.
     "You okay?" Jerry asked, as he pulled spent tape off her
sweat-glistened body, Lisa smiled from behind the crests of her
tits and nodded her head, chin bumping into flesh.
     "Believe it or not, I've never felt better," she said--and
it was true. She patted the top of her tits affectionately
sending shock waves through yards of mammary flesh. "I'm a bit
hungry though, and I think you're gonna have to get it for me. I
don't think I can get out of bed!"
     She moved in with Jerry that day and they used the bucks
from the sale of her clothes and furniture to buy an adjustable
king-sized bed and some other essential items. The nameless
"MagnaBeta" had apparently given up the ghost. They couldn't get
it to run again, which disappointed Lisa who'd thought about
adding a few more inches to her boyfriend. Along with her
overwhelming mams she'd developed an incomparable sexual hunger;
whenever Jerry, or any other male was within eyeshot, she
immediately grew hot.
     In time, after a concentrated period of isometric exercises
and bodybuilding supplements Lisa was once more able to get out
of bed. The sight of her slowly walking across the room, mams
lolling ahead of her, shifting and settling like two extra
strength hefty sacks stuffed with pudding, nipples and areolae
sliding across the carpet, was enough to get Jerry instantly
erect and eager to get her on her back again.
     He moved Lisa's full-sized TV into the bedroom along with
her brand name VHS machine, but they pretty gave up on the
triple-X videos with their paltry (in comparison to Lisa)
heroines. Once out of curiosity, Jerry picked up a VHS copy of
the first tape they'd rented. It's heroine, he saw, had retained
her famous pair of 42DDs, which he supposed meant that their
breast thefts had been confined to those few Beta tapes they'd
shown on the machine..
     He never returned any of the Beta tapes. It was easier,
Jerry figured, just to pay for them than to try to explain what
had happened to their images. As for the funky nameless VCR, it
was placed in the trash and disappeared two days before scheduled
trash pickup. Jerry guessed it'd been grabbed by some electronics
nerd who dreamed of fixing it up.
     Whoever it was, he wished them luck.