Susan's Story - Extra #14 (Another Dream)

Somewhere between #56 and #57, in her dreams she wanders off to imagine a scenario where she's actually MASSIVE. Kinda spurred on by the events before that!

For the first time, a Susan entry is actually written by someone else! And yup, it's BEGhostWriter again! Not to worry, I'll still do all of the main entries. But for more erotic & fun stuff like this, that's basically his specialty! Hence why it's labelled an extra. So while it does take place in between two scenes, it isn't really vital to the overall story. Just that her mind's been having fun with the concept of her growing. :P

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Susan awoke, sunlight streaming in through the window. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she noticed something unusual about her setting. She had never been in this room before. The walls and floor and ceiling were white, and there was a single window on the right wall. As she came to her senses, she noticed something else was off. Framing her field of vision on both sides were two enormous, round, pale shapes. She reached her hand out. Soft. She could feel her hand touch the shape, as if it was a part of her. Strange, Susan thought, and she looked closer. She saw faint blue veins spreading like ghostly lightning across the surface, and on the left shape she saw a familiar mole. Wait-! “M-my boobs?!” 

Just then, Nathan walked into the room from an unseen door. Or was there a door? Susan’s head felt foggy. He looked mostly the same, but he was shirtless, showing off his muscled torso. Wait, since when was Nathan buff? Susan bit her lip and blushed, drinking in the eye candy of her boyfriend’s new body. Suddenly she remembered there were more pressing issues at hand. “Nathan, what’s going on here? My boobs…” 

“Oh, good, you’re awake. Today’s a big day; we need to get you up.”

“What are you talking about? I can get up right now,” Susan began to stir, confused. She swung her legs off the side of the bed and pushed her body up. She was halfway standing before she felt herself get pulled back down, her slim hips plopping onto the mattress.

“Susan, wait! We don’t want another fall like last time!”

“What…?”

“Are you feeling ok? You haven’t been able to stand in months!” 

“W-why? What’s going on?” Susan asked, suddenly anxious.

“Gee, you must be feeling off today! Your boobs are too big to get up!”

All of a sudden, Susan’s perspective changed, and she was looking down on herself and Nathan from the ceiling. Her breasts dwarfed her skinny body, each one outweighing the girl they were attached to many times over. The fat swells sagged into the mattress heavily, each leaving an indent where they were stuck in place. Her pink areolas were massive, each as big around as a tractor tire. In the center, a thick nipple the size of a cantaloupe barely peeked out of the puffy flesh. 

Susan’s vision snapped back into first person. “W-what am I gonna do?! Why am I like this?”

“We need to get you up, the bed broke under your weight last night. I bought a new one that should be able to hold you, but we need to get the old one out from under you first.”

“Okay, then let’s do it!” 

“Slow down, Suu! First we need to milk you! I won’t be able to lift your boobs if they’re full of milk!” 

From nowhere, Nathan rolled up an ominous looking machine with hoses and suction cups coming out of it.

“W-what is that?”

“It’s your milker! The regular kind doesn't work with your size anymore, so we had to get an industrial cattle milker.”

Years of teasing and cruel jokes swirled through Susan’s head. “No! I’m n-not a cow! I’m not!” 

“I’m sorry, Suu, but it’s the only thing that works.” Nathan flipped a switch and the machine hummed to life. Susan could feel him approaching her nipple, licking the areola around the base of the nub to assure a good seal. Susan couldn’t help but moan a little at the sensation.

As he attached the cup, Susan’s vision exploded into stars. The pump was so strong! It pulled hard against her inverted nipple, creating an audible POP as it puckered the flesh and forced her nipple out. Within seconds, gallons of milk flowed out of her. Susan let out a high moan at the insane amount of stimulation coming from her breast. She kneaded the small portion of breast she could reach, attempting futilely to help push out as much milk as possible. Her tiny hands couldn’t possibly be helping, but Susan massaged her udder nonetheless. She just had so much milk to give...

Susan felt Nathan prepare her other nipple by licking the areola around it. No, no, just one is so much… I can’t handle both at a time! Another POP as the suction pulled hard against Susan’s left nipple. Susan moaned, much louder this time, as gallons of cream were pulled forcefully from her udders. All Susan could do was grind her hips against the swell of her breast and make noises of mindless pleasure. 

After what felt like hours, the suction stopped. Susan looked up, and her breasts seemed noticeably smaller. They were still each several times her size, but they didn’t tower as high off the mattress anymore. “Okay, time to get you loaded up,” Nathan said, preparing to lift her right breast into a large metal contraption that wasn’t there a second ago. It looked like a large crane, with a track running along the ceiling. Hanging from a heavy duty chain were a pair of nets made of cargo webbing. Susan assumed those were to hold the vast majority of her weight so she could walk.

“Okay, ready to lift!” Nathan said, mentally preparing himself for the Herculean task of lifting his girlfriend’s chest. Susan’t couldn’t see what he was doing, but felt as her right breast shifted, its weight slowly rising off the mattress. She could hear Nathan straining to maneuver her boob, and debated whether she should offer to help. What would I even be able to do? They’re way too heavy for me to lift… Susan thought better of it and just let Nathan do it. 

“Oop! No-!” Nathan cried out as he lost his grip. Susan felt the heavy weight of her breast leave his arms, slipping into freefall as gravity took hold. Her right boob collided with the hard floor, a loud SMACK echoing through the room. Her pale breastflesh rippled wildly as it settled.

“Aahn~!” she gasped at the sudden sensation.

“Suu! I’m sorry! Are you okay?” 

Susan blushed as her thighs pressed together involuntarily. “Y-yeah… that actually felt… r-really good,” At Susan’s size, the impact didn’t register as anything more than a hearty slap, and the stinging felt invigorating and more than a bit erotic. The whole underside of her breast tingled pleasantly, and she contemplated asking Nathan to lift up her breast and drop it again. Maybe even ask him to slap my nipple himself… No, no time for that now… We’ve got a job to do. 

“I-I’m okay, Nathan, really,” Susan reassured him. “Sorry for  being so, you know… heavy.” She blushed. “I’m sorry for making this so hard for you.”

“Susan, that’s not it at all. When I promised I’d be by your side no matter how big you got, I meant it. I’d never blame you for any of this, even now. You need someone to help you, and I’m honored to be that person. Now let’s get these girls wrangled!” He straightened again, reinvigorated.

Nathan shoved his arms under Susan’s bloated breast, using his muscular limbs like a forklift to hoist up her bulk. He grunted as he raised the soft mass, this time making it to his goal: one of the huge nets hanging from the ceiling. Susan marveled at the pattern her flesh made as it settled, squeezing between the holes like a bulging checkerboard of softness.

Nathan wiped the sweat from his brow, his muscled torso glistening with exertion. Susan let herself stare. “Okay, time for lefty,” he sighed. He repeated the process, hefting the immense weight up into the net. This time, there were no drops, to Susan’s slight disappointment. 

Both breasts were suspended from the ceiling now, hanging down like a pair of overripe fruits. They sagged off the sides of the nets, almost too big for them to bear. 

“Okay, Suu, try getting up.”

Susan swung her legs up as before, this time able to get to her feet. Her legs wobbled like jelly, the muscles unaccustomed to supporting any kind of weight, even Susan’s little body. Everything seemed to be going well, until they heard a disconcerting cre-e-e-a-a-a-k from above. The chain holding her tits up was about to break! With a SNAP, the whole assembly collapsed, literal tons of Susan’s breastflesh about to smack against the floor. Susan braced herself for impact-

And woke up with a gasp. She was laying in her bed, in her own bedroom. She was breathing hard, sweat making her brow and hands clammy. Reaching up, she felt her breasts, still large and awkward, but nowhere near what she had just imagined. She breathed a sigh of relief. What a crazy dream… she thought as she slipped back into sleep.