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     "Ah, Specter. It's lovely to see you." Vague was standing in the shadows, grinning wolfishly. His black suit and black hat gave the impression of a rather well-dressed shadow with a lot of gleaming white teeth.
     "Your mouth. Zip it." Specter muttered, shaking slightly. Specter was dressed in the sort of midway-between-biker-and-something-altogether-cooler way that suggested a man who wouldn't usually shudder. And that was true. He'd had a rather harrowing experience a little while ago, and his wolf tail was swishing furiously against his leg.
      "So curt!" Said Vague. "Did you and the boulder not get along?"
      "You knew?" Asked Specter, his eyes flashing.
      "You took a statue off of a pedestal in an ancient temple. Were you honestly surprised?"
      "This is not Raiders of the Lost friggin' Ark !" Said Specter, his tail thumping again. He tossed a statue unceremoniously towards Vague, who caught it with uncanny speed.
      "Ah. The statue of Karinel... Fetches a lovely price on the black market or the magic market, or even the honest market, frankly." His smile broadened impossibly before he exchanged the statue with an envelope in his pocket, handing it to Specter. "The instructions for your next job are in there too. Get some rest." His eyes gleamed through the shadows. "Give my regards to your father."
     "When the Fate of the Gods comes, you can tell him yourself." Said Specter, walking away with his hands in his pockets.
      Vague just laughed.

---

      One bounced.
      Two bounced.
      Wow, that was all four.
      Feme was watching. Her white Egyptian-cotton dress was pulled up slightly, clenched in her fists to give her the full use of her legs. It was force of habit. Instinct. She was holding herself back from pouncing, but only just barely. Two bounced. Her tail was swishing madly from side to side and her ears were laid back flat, becoming almost indistinguashable from her black hair. Three bounced! How did that lower left one stay still? She was watching Keles, her ostensible roommate. The mate part was a bit of a stretch. More of a roomsharer. Roomaccquaintance. Roomcow. All four bounced. She peeked up over the couch, her tail swishing more furiously.
      The cow part was more than a little bit literal. Keles was part minotaur. Her heritage wasn't strong enough to give her the full head-and-snout deal, but it was obvious to anyone who looked at her that she had something different in her. Of course, it was all the more obvious since she was currently (as she was frequently) almost completly naked. Her tail swished and her shaggy hair twirled around her horns as she fried a few eggs, humming to herself. "Here we come, reach for your gun, and you better listen well, my friend you see..." She threw some tabasco sauce into the frying pan. Something in her (Feme liked to think it was a tiny sense of shame) had compelled Keles to put on a thong, but it did nothing to hide her generous (and jiggly) curves.
      The curves were generous in size and number. Resting upon her torso were four large breasts, each one naturally round and capped by a large pink nipple. Feme watched Keles' chest intently. She wasn't going to spring. She knew it. But that jiggle was so enticing! The cat in her wouldn't let her stop watching as Keles flipped up her bacon-egg-tobasco monstrosity and then slung it expertly into a bowl (leaving a nice mess on the counter which would be Feme's duty to clean up, of course). "...''Cause high noon, your doom, comin' for you is the cowgirl from hell..." Keles continued, grinning to herself. Feme growled slightly inside her throat. How appropriate!
      "Miss Feme? Wh--" Began a voice beside her. Surprised, all of her built-up muscle tension suddenly released and Feme rocketed off in the wrong direction, yeowling. "--At are you looking at?" Finished System, utterly undaunted by her sudden trip skyward.
      "N-n-nothing!" Said Feme. Get me dooooown!" She was hanging from the chandelier, which was swinging from side to side.
      "...What's..." Specter began as he entered the room, and then his gaze lifted towards the chandelier. "...Up?" He asked. His gaze went, consequently, directly up Feme's skirt.
      "Meeeeee-- Said Feme, in a very catlike way, as she fell off the chandelier, her hands groping to fold her skirt up. She landed painfully on her rear end on the floor. "--Ow!" She finished, sounding for all the world like a normal teenager.
      "Graceful." Said Specter. "Pretty much how my day's gone too. Nice to see you all, I'm off to sleep this off." He shuffled in the direction of his room.
      "H-have a good rest, Master Specter!" Said Feme dazedly from the floor. She sat up, then pulled herself to her feet and embarassedly ran from the room. System gazed around blankly, watching Keles eat her >FOOD TYPE UNKNOWN<  between fits of the giggles for a second before he set off after Feme.
      "I am sorry, Miss Feme," said System, pushing open her door. "I was merely curious. I did not mean to startle you." Feme sniffled, rubbing her bottom gingerly before she sat down on her bed.
      "It's fine. I know."
      "But... What were you doing?" Asked System. Feme bit her lip for a second, blushing.
      "I was... Watching Keles' breasts."
      "That is a subject I'm curious about. A great number of people seem to watch breasts." His clinical way of speaking wasn't helping Feme to stop blushing. "Why is that?"
      "It's... I can't explain." Feme looked away. "I don't think you would get it anyway." System's programming whirred for a tiny fraction of a second. It told him to try another angle.
      "Is it because they're large?" He wasn't very good at new angles.
      "I..." Feme shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. Specter's been spending so much time with her lately, and I know it's probably not like that, but I notice how big they are, and how she's always topless and they're just... There." System nodded. He was doing his best to look sympathetic, which involved angling his eyebrows slightly. Feme knew he was trying his best, so she tried too. "And I feel like... If I were bigger maybe Specter would like me more." She blushed deeper. System paused again.
      "So... Bigger is better?" He asked uncertainly, borrowing the line from a number of his recorded entertainment programs. He held up his arm and gave two quick shakes which caused the sleeve to fall down to the middle of his forearm. Tiny, hairline cracks began to weave through his hand and down past his wrist. Feme backed her legs up onto her bed and hunched, catlike, with her rear raised in the air. She looked ridiculous, but she couldn't help it. Whenever System did this it gave her the willies. The cracks grew, some more prominent than others, and soon large, rectangular pieces of his arm separated themselves, revealing the whirring machinery within. The tiny metal pieces danced effortlessly, flawlessly around each other. He used his other, still normally shaped arm, to grab an empty glass from Feme's nightstand. He held it out and a nozzle extruded itself from the whirring mass and slowly dripped a blue liquid into the cup. When it was about a fourth of the way full, he pulled the cup away, and his arm slowly collapsed it's way back to normal.
     "What... Is that?" Asked Feme, eyeing the glass suspiciously.
     "This serum will make your breasts large." He said colorlessly.
     "Seriously?" Asked Feme. She slowly lowered her rump onto her neatly folded blankets. Her tail was still beating itself against everything in reach, but she was beginning to calm down.
     "Yes. If you want it. Maybe... It will help me to understand."
     "Maybe." Said Feme. Privately, she doubted it. But she took the glass and took a cautious sip. She'd expected it to taste nasty, medicinal. But instead it was rather... Fishy? She glanced up at System.
      "Protein," he explained, "And a guess based off of your ancestry." She grinned and nodded appreciatively before knocking the rest of the glass back. She exhaled the fish taste with a happy sigh.
     Before she could thank him, a resounding crash echoed through the building. Wordlessly, Feme and System ran from the room.
     "No-- wait! Feme, stay back!" Said Specter loudly. Regardless, she ran into the room.
     It took a moment for her brain to register that the thing at the hole in the wall was a man. Something like it anyway. His skin was dark brown, with a yellowish tinge, and he was huge. His muscles rippled with the slightest movement, and he was nearly twice as tall as Specter. He was holding Keles wriggling in his left hand. "Squishy..." Said the man-mountain stupidly.
     "Quiet dear, Mommy needs to talk," said a high, cold voice from his shoulder. It was a woman dressed entirely in black, with a long, slinky dress showing off a lot of cleavage.
     "Cindress." Growled Feme and Specter at the same time.
     "Oh goody! You do remember me!" Said Cindress, sounding like a caffeinated schoolgirl. "I was worried I hadn't made a good impression!" She grinned, showing a pair of long, sharp fangs.
      "I seem to remember you're not that fond of the sun," said Specter. "How are you dealing with that?" Cindress' smile tightened slightly.
     "Sunscreen," she said airily, with a touch of forced calm. "Mortals do get a few things right, I suppose." Her glance shifted towards Feme. "Still got the pussy, eh, Specter?" Specter made an angry start towards Cindress, but the huge man took a step, and kicked out, forcing him to dodge back.
      "Leave her OUT of this, Cindress!" Said Specter loudly. "Your problem is with ME."
      "Ooh, you know I love it when you sound commanding, baby. But I'm in charge here. Vulger, sweetie, drop four-tits there and pick up the kitty." The ogre moved with surprising speed and coordination, dropping Keles (a full eight or nine feet) to the ground where she crumpled, and swinging his other hand at the same time to snatch up Feme. Feme twisted, but couldn't get free. "Bring her up here, I'd like to have a word or two. You can set her down, honey," cooed Cindress cheerily, and Vulger obeyed, dropping Feme onto one massive shoulder.
     Feme swung her fists, but Cindress caught them, twisting her arms up and somehow managing to hold them while drawing a knife and holding it against Feme's neck. "As ill-mannered as ever, fleabait..." Sighed Cindress.
     "LEAVE HER ALONE!" Thundered Specter. Feme could feel Cindress' grip loosen for a second, but it tightened again instantly.
     "No, no... I've got some business with you," said Cindress, "And I'd like to take a little insurance." She stroked one hand possessively downwards across Feme's torso.
     It was a simple gesture, the sort that a kidnapper and psychopath might make. Just a touchy little reminder of who was in control in this situation. But her hand brushed against Feme's nipple through her flimsy cotton dress. Feme gasped slightly. Her nipples stiffened harder than she would have thought possible, and her whole chest began to tingle. She felt hot. The room seemed to swim around her. The tingle moved up to a dull throb, seeming to push from behind her chest in time to her heartbeat.
     If Cindress noticed, she gave no sign. "Tomorrow. The worldling tree, high noon. I'll take the kitty-cat so that you come as you should." She tittered behind her hand.
     "YOU--" Began Specter, but Cindress' hand flicked up, holding the knife against the underside of Feme's chin.
     "Don't follow me either," she noted, her voice still cool, but dripping with malice. "I'll see you tomorrow, big boy!" She clicked her heels twice on Vulger's chest, and he backed out of the building and began to run at a steady trot.
     Specter punched the side of the wall angrily and strode to his bedroom, leaving System to take care of Keles.

---

     "Oh good," said Cindress. "I'm sorry I had to knock you out back there, but you just wouldn't stop struggling." Feme's head was swimming and painful. The room had an unpleasantly dim yellow light. Straining her eyes wasn't helping the migraine. Cindress lifted Feme's chin, and she squinted defiantly as the vampire lady inspected her. Feme tried to move, but she couldn't. She didn't glance away from Cindress' gaze, but she could feel she was tied somehow.
     "I'll be back in the morning, Zise," said Cindress, turning abruptly. "Have fun. But not too much fun. I'll be needing this one alive." Feme could hear the click of her heels and a door opening and slamming. She couldn't see anyone else in the room. She glanced down at herself. Her blush intensified enough that she almost forgot the headache. Her white dress was gone and she was trussed up thoroughly in some kind of leather. Straps wound around her arms, holding them stiffly together, and a single chain looped up from her wrists to the ceiling. The straps ran down and criss-crossed across her chest, down to the ground. Her legs were bare, but ropes bound her at the knee and ankle. She noticed with rising embarassment that her nipples were bare. And still stiff. And a little larger than she remembered them being.
     Two hands appeared suddenly in front of her and twisted her nips suddenly. Feme yowled. "Sorry about the gear," said a silky voice, "But I saw these cute little bumps here and I just couldn't help myself..." Feme looked away, biting her bottom lip. The woman in front of her was dressed in a complicated, strappy black outfit that matched her own. She knew what this was. The woman was covered in tattoos which were glowing yellow and pulsing absently. Two pointy ears stretched out from her long black hair. "Aw, you don't want to talk?" asked the Elf woman sadly. "Fine. Let's see what fun I can have here." She gripped Feme's teats firmly and twisted them excruciatingly in opposite directions. Feme yowled.
     "Ah, I think I heard you say something!" Taunted her captor. "Maybe we'll try that again!" Again with the twisting, this time in different directions. Feme sank one admirably sharp (though somewhat misnamed) canine into her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, determined not to cry out again. Zise seized Feme's throbbing paps and began to tug them, playing with them. "You can put on the strong face all you want," said the Elf as she slowly shifted herself behind Feme, never letting up her grip for longer than a second or two. "But I can tell that you're enjoying this." The tugging grew stronger, she was starting to wince inwardly with every pull. Feme felt blood trickling down one side of her lip from how hard she was biting it. "Because if you weren't--" Feme choked on a yowl in her throat as Zise tugged hard, pulling them further than she should have been able to, stretching them out to twice their usual length. "--Then these little guys wouldn't be so--" the pulling stopped, to be replaced by a gentle stroking "--stiff, and perky--" she gave one little, half-hearted tug "--and horny." She let go, but not before giving them one last little flick with her thumbs.
     "And now for something different," she said gleefully, as Feme gasped, sagging against her bindings, and letting her teeth separate from her lip. Feme mewed softly in spite of herself as she felt Zise's hands loop around to her thighs and then slowly trace their way upwards to her rear end, where they began to knead softly. "I can tell you like that, too," said Zise. "From the way you keep tightening your muscles and then letting go. You feel tense." She gripped abruptly, tightly, and Feme yowled again. "Let me loosen you up." Zise said in her ear, and then began to knead tighter, shifting her hands in different directions and gripping tightly. Feme shook her head violently, straining against her ropes, but couldn't move.
     "Aw," said Zise, "I can't have you doing that." She withdrew her hands. "We're gonna have to learn to get along." Feme heard something snap loudly behind her. "And what happens when we don't," said Zise. She was trying to sound calm, but Feme could hear the excited edge in her voice. The glow from her tattoos had darkened to a deep, lusty red.
     Feme felt the impact before she heard the snap. A whip! Zise's trained hand delivered a whip, perfectly horizontally across Feme's rump. Feme yowled, bringing down another crack. And another. Soon they crisscrossed all over the backs of her legs. It stopped suddenly, but the stinging once it stopped was almost worse than the actual whipping. Feme sagged, mewing to herself.
     "Aw, my poor kitty..." Said Zise, sounding genuinely sympathetic. "Here," she said, "Let momma make it alllll better..." She laughed softly, as she stood in front of Feme and slipped her hands around to Feme's rear. Feme gasped, her tail straightening suddenly as she felt something intensely cold on her butt cheeks. Zise was rubbing some sort of cream onto the whip marks. Feme bit her lip again as suddenly, the stinging doubled, then tripled in intensity.
     Specter! She thought desperately. Help me! Zise suddenly stopped, gasping. Feme looked up, hopefully, as she felt Zise pull back, but there was no one there. The tattoos flashed from red to bright blue. Zise was staring, curiously, at Feme's chest. Feme followed her gaze down.
     She was growing. Her breasts were surging up around the thin leather straps that hung across her chest. Her nipples stiff and pulsing, her breasts began to slowly rise and billow, thumping and firming across her rib cage until they met, in a natural cleavage across her chest, despite the leather straps. They were the size of large oranges, round, but still dropping slightly into a natural, sexy tear drop shape, pure black up to her wide, pink areola. They pressed together slightly with every breath. Zise slid her hands up to Feme's chest, and Feme gasped again. Apparently that cream didn't just increase pain. She could feel the slight draft in the room across every goosebump on her nipples, and Zise began to carress them slowly, first one, then the other. She shifted her hands over to just the left and lowered her head down to the right. Her tattoos glowed red again. "I'm not sure how you're doing that..." Said Zise. "But I don't think I mind."
      Feme bit her lip and tried not to enjoy it.

---

     Keles thumped her tail against her thigh idly. She was bored. Specter had left early this morning. She was alone in the house with System. System was never good for conversation. Nevertheless, Keles tried again. "I'm worried about Specter," she said.
      "Specter is very powerful. I am more concerned about Feme." System said, glancing at her. Keles snorted.
      "The kitty? Seriously? Whats the worst that could happen?" She put on a high voice. "'Oh no! I broke a nail! I hope Specter doesn't notice!'"
      "Before she left, I gave her a serum to increase the size of her breasts. As an experiment. I did not factor in high levels of stress while I processed it," he said, "There could be... Side effects."
      "Whoa, whoa, whoa. You gave her something to make her tits bigger? Keles asked, leaning forward and raising one eyebrow. System nodded. "Could you make it again?" System raised his arm and it began to split and whir.
      "I still don't understand the obsession. Why do you want it?"
     "There is NO way I'm letting her get bigger than me," said Keles. "What kind of side effects could there be?" She asked absently while waiting for System to finish.
     "It is hard to predict. Extended growth, or growth in other areas. Health complications are extremely unlikely." He handed her the vial (this time red), his arm already returning to normal. "But likelier she will be hurt than Specter will." Keles shrugged and grabbed the vial. She knocked all of it back in one gulp, then glanced up at System in surprise.

      "...Tabasco sauce?" She asked. System nodded. She giggled and leaned back into the couch luxuriously. "Ooh, it feels all tingly..." She said, brushing her hands across her bare chest and all four nipples. She moaned, playing with and jiggling the lower pair with her hands and rubbing her upper pair with her arms. Suddenly a knock came at the door. Automatically, without paying much attention to Keles' hands wandering over herself, System got up and answered it.

     He was knocked flying across the room and out through the hole in the wall from Vulger's early entry. Keles' last sight was a woman covered in green tattoos whipping off a dark cloak and throwing something at her before everything went black.

---

     "Cindress." Said Specter bluntly. She whirled around, surprised. Specter could be very quiet when he wanted to.

      "Specter! Darling!" She recovered quickly. "SO lovely to see you." She still had her knack of sounding utterly natural in the most ridiculous of situations. Vulger was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed. Cindress was standing with her knife pressed to Feme's neck. Feme was having difficulty breathing. She had been bound and gagged, tied so thouroughly that her recent growth spurt was invisible. She was tied to the huge tree by a single rope hanging from it's branches.

      "Shut up. Let her go." He said. Cindress made no effort to move. "I'm here, aren't I? Let her go!"

      "No, no, like I said. We have some business," said Cindress. "I want you to be mine, Specter. In every sense of the word."

      "No."

      "Excuse me?"

      "I refuse. Let her go. Business over."

      "Hmm..." Said Cindress. She rocked back and forth on her heels for a second, seeming to fight something within herself. The corners of her eyes teared up, but she wiped them away after a moment with her free hand. "Oh well," she said at last, her voice sounding strained. "Plenty of fish in the sea. Vulger, kill him."

      In a surprisingly swift movement, Vulger rose up and swung his massive fist at Specter's head. Specter caught it with one hand. He slid a foot to the left, but had blocked it without even turning. He cocked his fist to fight back, but Cindress loudly said "Uh-uh-uh!" She wagged her finger, then pointed it at the knife at Feme's throat. Specter snarled. Vulger's knee caught him in the head, and this time he took it without blocking. Feme screamed, muffled by her bindings, and twisted futily against them.

      She stopped suddenly. The tingling was back? It had spread, too, the pins-and-needles seemed to be all over her hips and legs. She didn't stop to ponder this turn of events. She looked at Specter and then she glanced at Cindress. Cindress was too busy watching to pay attention to her. Feme squeezed her eyes shut and slid herself, slowly, purposefully up and down inside her bindings. She felt the leather slide over her tingling, engorged chest as she thought of Specter. Hold on! She thought, just a little longer! I'm coming!

     She had a plan.

---

     Clink, clink, clink.

     Keles had a few choice phrases to describe the headache she was currently experiencing. "A porcupine doing something nasty to my brain" being one of the least colorful. She opened her eyes, groaning and blinking. She leaned forward slightly, and then stopped. She couldn't move very far. The room started to swim into focus. She could see System being chained across the room from her, by a woman with strange green tattoos. There was also an uncomfortable sensation on her chest that she didn't quite recognize.

     Stiffly, she tilted her head down to look.

     The events of last night hit her memory, but not nearly as hard as the realization that her chest was huge. Each breast was pushing the size of a basketball. Her nipples had broadened further proportionally than they ever had. Her areola were the size of dinner plates and were capped by massive nipples, longer than her thumbs. Her top pair would have pushed against her arms if they weren't tied up, and were tickling her chin. Her bottom pair was literally filling her lap where she sat.  Her four breasts lended themselves to an astonishing cross-shaped cleavage, and while they were perky and rounded, they jiggled with every slight movement (and slight movements were all she could make, tied up like she was). She just wished she could touch them. As it was, she rocked herself back and forth, moaning as her chest jiggled.

     "Hello there," said a voice, and she gasped as her bottom pair were suddenly grasped by unfamiliar hands. It was the woman with the tattoos. "I'm sorry you're so big," she said, but you were asleep and I--" she gave Keles' nipples an affectionate tweak "--just couldn't help myself. I'm Zise," she said casually, and thenshe lowered her head down to the top right of Keles' four breasts and started to suckle, while her hands massaged her bottom pair.

     "Unnnnngh!" Keles moaned and shook the ropes. It felt so damn good! Between the gentle massaging on two of her nipples, Zise's tongue drawing a circle, inexorably slowly around one other one, and her inability to help, Keles was going crazy. She gasped, eyes rolling around in their sockets and coming to rest on System. He looked at her and mouthed "keep moaning" and winked. The movement was awkward, as always, but she got the point-- his hands were slipping out of the chains. Keep Zise distracted.

     That didn't take much effort. Zise's hands were so skillful that Keles would have had a much harder time making no noise. As it was, she was rolling around, moaning at the top of her lungs. The feeling in her chest had built up from pleasurable to... Something altogether more pleasurable. Each breast felt tighter, firmer, like it was building up to something. Just as her screams reached a crescendo, she was proven right, she felt her chest become wet a moment before she really comprehended what was happening. She was lactating.

     "UUUUUUUUNGH!" She yelled. It was like each breast was having it's own orgasm! Particularly the one that Zise had her lips enthusiastically suckling on. The other three sprayed freely, but Zise drank deeply of one, while Keles enthusiastically writhed to the best of her ability, screaming herself hoarse from pleasure. The suckling stopped suddenly, but Keles continued to moan. Her eyes opened, lazily, and then she stopped altogether.

      Zise was holding System's hand, from where he'd tried to hit her in the back of the head. "I was enjoying myself you bastard," said Zise. She turned around and casually threw him, onehanded, into the wall. She followed this up with a double kick to his groin. "What does it take for you to stay down?!" She asked, kicking him again, harder.

      Keles bucked her hips up and down as rapidly and forcefully as she could. She had an idea, she just needed to bounce a little bit more, little bit... She felt a tingling in her chest. She bounced harder, her top pair bouncing from her chin and then slamming back down into her  bottom pair with surprising force. She was nearly there! Just, "Ungh," a few "Aaaah, aaaaah" more! "Ooooooh god!" Said Keles. She felt her nipples plump up, stiffening, and then-- release. Blissfully, she sprayed milk. She watched-- her aim was perfect. The milk hit Zise right in the shoulder, making her turn, and System delivered a snap kick to the back of her head. Zise wobbled for a second, woozy, before she fell over in a dead faint.

     "Thank you." Said System, standing up. He walked over, and held out his index finger. It split into two, and a knife slid out from between the two halves. He cut through the ropes around Keles' wrists deftly. She pulled them down and rubbed them for only a few seconds before turning her attention to her chest. System watched her as she rubbed them. They were having a growth spurt again. They were so big they were starting to push past her knees.

      "Aaaaah, aaaaah," she moaned as they grew. "H-hey!" She said to System. "If you're going to stand there, be useful and rub the bottom pair! I've only got two hands, y'know!"
     "I still don't understand why you enjoy big breasts so much. Feme's explanation didn't make much sense..." Still, he lowered himself down and dutifully, mechanically began to rub Keles' nipples.

     "W-well, ooooh, that's the problem with Feme! She's always talking and trying tooooooh god, explain things! Just bring your hands down and let me show you."

    "Miss Keles?"

    "Y-yes?"

    "I think I'm starting to understand." System said, his motions becoming less mechanical, less planned. Keles grinned, and then gave a noise halfway between a moan and a moo.

---

     She HAD to be close! Feme rubbed up and down. The bindings were digging painfully into her chest, and nearly as tight around the hips, so she could tell she was growing. Come on, come on, come on! Grow! She thought, willing herself to go faster. She couldn't breathe from the pressure on her chest. She had the ridiculous thought-- wass she going to suffocate because she wouldn't grow fast enough?

     Pop! That would be a no! From a comedic standpoint, she thought for a second, this is beautiful. Her breasts didn't so much come loose as they exploded outwards, hitting Cindress across her back. The knife she had helf to Feme's throat went flying as Feme half-fell onto Cindress' back, her chest engulfing and overwhelming the vampire's whole torso as they tumbled over a few times, coming to a rest on the ground, their arms interlocked. "Specter!" She yowled. "I'm okay!"

      This was all the encouragement Specter needed. Without even looking towards Feme, he caught Vulger's extended fist again. Specter looked up dazedly, stars winking in front of his eyes. "I hope this hurts," he said, smiling slightly, and then he broke Vulger's arm.

      Feme wrestled her way on top of Cindress. Her arms could barely hold her up, she was having difficulty reaching the ground. Finally, she let herself drop. Her chest smothered Cindress from her forehead down to her navel, each breast the size of a beanbag chair. She rode the growth, both literally and mentally, as the tingling swelled and intensified, each tiny pin of it like a nexus of pleasure, spreading from her chest to her hips. She reached back and placed her hands over her butt and felt it swell under her fingertips, firming, swelling, but not nearly as fast or as large as her chest. She let out a final yowl and dropped forward into her own cleavage.

     She felt a sharp pain in her left breast. She screeched, and backed up, but couldn't move. She felt something moving down below her, pushing her breasts up. After a few moments, the pain dulled. She felt a strong tug on her arm. She looked up into Specter's smiling face. "Come on, help me get you up," he said. "Even vampires need to breathe. She's smothering down there." Feme lifted with her legs and Specter lifted with his arms, and between the two of them, they managed to pull her up.

      Cindress looked comical-- her belly had swollen out, making her look nearly pregnant. Her dress had ripped across the front, leaving her exposed to the world. She was clearly knocked out. Dripping from the corner of her mouth was, not blood, but milk. Feme giggled. Specter smiled, and grabbed the ropes that had held Feme. He tied Cindress up to the tree. "I'll come take care of her later," he said. Then, with a heave-ho, he picked Feme up, his arm digging into her soft thighs on one side and her back on the other.

      "Aren't you going to ask...?" Feme began.

      "Why you're big? Later. I don't care enough right now." He leaned down and kissed her on the lips as he began to walk. He pulled back from the kiss after a few moments. "Right now, I'm taking you home." He thought for a second. "On second thought, home is quite a ways away. Maybe a hotel." He bent down and kissed her again. Then he pulled back, breathing heavily. "On second thought, right here is pretty good." He set her down in the tall grass and crawled on top of her. She began to purr, and he kissed her on the lips. Hungrily.

-Epilogue-

     Zise hurried away from the house. What idiots! They hadn't even tied her up. They'd just gone upstairs and had fun on the couch. She didn't envy who had to clean all that milk up. The excursion was pointless, as far as "taking care of them" went, but she figured she'd better go meet up with Cindress anyway. She kneaded her chest, where a slow tingling was starting, and laughed. Maybe it wasn't totally pointless.

     She came to the field. Vulger was lying in a crumpled heap. She walked over to the tree, where she saw Cindress tied instead of Feme. Zise looked up at her. Cindress looked at her angrily, haughtily. She was naked, and her chest showed the obvious signs of endowment. Through her gag, she gave three short syllables, which Zise guessed were "get me down!" Zise shrugged, grabbing her off the tree, and slung her over her shoulder.

     She was going to have a lot of fun with her former boss.