Unobtainable 2 - Chapter 7

Intense heat radiated from Heather’s body, especially where my head was nestled between her breasts. Fortunately the chill air of the cabin moderated her heat and left me in a warm cocoon of flesh and ticklish strands of hair. I lost track of how many times I began to doze off only to jerk awake at the last moment. Sleep was not safe and I shuddered just thinking about it. Dry, crusted tears crumbled to dust on the silky warmth of Heather’s breasts, tear-stuff mingling with the salt of her body.

I breathed deeply letting her scent inundate me; pine and sweat and… arousal? A laugh burst from lungs before I could stop it, though my voice so hoarse it sounded more like a cough, only Heather could manage to be horny under these circumstances. She was probably still mad at me but for now seemed content with nurturing me back from the brink of hysteria. I was not sure how to feel about that, part of me was happy she cared enough to comfort me even when she was mad, but the rest of me was frustrated that she did not show concern for my well being more often.

Maybe that was not fair.

Heather had caused me pain but Lilian… I flinched, the torture fresh in my memory. Heather had never delighted in my suffering, she had never… I shuddered involuntarily, the nightmare still too fresh and real in my memory. A soft warmth covered my back, Heather’s hand holding me gently to her body. I should not have blamed her, I thought, and choked back another sob. It wasn’t Heather’s fault Lilian was a monster.

“I’m sorry,” my voice sounded strangled and weak. It was the first either of us had spoken since I had woken up from Lilian’s nightmare. 

“You should be,” Heather huffed.

“I thought I was going to die,” I said. Then added more softly, “I wanted to die.” 

For a long moment my words hung heavy in the silence between us. Then Heather gathered my body deep between her breasts, smothering me in the warm valley of her cleavage. Silky warmth surrounded me, a firm softness that throbbed in time with her heartbeat, she squeezed until my bones ached. A pleasant ache, she felt safe. This amount of pain was nothing compared to what I had experienced before- a drop in the ocean. Eventually her breasts relaxed their suffocating embrace and left me lying in the clammy valley between them. 

Heather was looking down at me with an unreadable expression. “That’s because you’re a big baby,” she said. In answer I rolled onto my side and wrapped one massive tit in a return hug, clutching it like a life raft. “So you agree?” Her voice betrayed a hint of a smile. Expertly manicured fingernails suddenly surrounded me and I was lifted up and deposited on top of the boob I had been hugging. “I dunno if Dana is up to the challenging of handling both of these babies,” Heather said, squeezing her opposite breast with a free hand until milk fountained from her nipple. Fat droplets shot over her chest and splashed across my shoulders.

Something triggered inside of me and a deep, savage hunger roared to life.

I needed Heather’s milk- badly. Twisting onto my back I opened my mouth in a vain attempt to catch drops as they fell from the geyser of Heather’s enormous teat. Droplets splashed against her skin all around me and I thrashed like a fish out of water, desperate for a drink. One drop slid down the inner curve of her breast and I positioned my mouth to catch it. The euphoria I experienced as the first dribble of creamy nirvana slid over my tongue was like nothing I had ever felt. The hunger, the nightmare, the world itself melted away in a wave of bliss so intense that I did not realize I was choking until Heather fingers slapped my back to dislodge the milk from my lungs.

I coughed and sputtered then whirled on her. “Why did you do that?” I demanded accusingly.

Heather gave me a strange look, “You were choking.” I shook my head and dropped to my knees in order to slurp up the milk that was slowly dripping down the sides of her tits and collecting in the valley of her cleavage. “Oh,” Heather said slowly. “This is what Caley told me about, the spell must be taking effect. You’re feeling my hunger now.” I could barely process her words, focused instead on filling my stomach with milk. Heather tsked. “Here,” she said, lifting me up to her nipple. 

I reached for the bucket-sized nub of flesh, filling both hands with as much as they could hold. Heather wrapped her fingers beneath where I lay atop her tit and squeezed. The hillock of flesh beneath me rose up and milk fountained from her engorged nipple. I moved my head into the way but it was like trying to drink from a fire hose. After a couple attempts that left me coughing and gasping I managed to tilt my head and drink the way I would from a water fountain. The divine flavor of her milk washed down my throat and quickly filled my stomach. In under a minute I was full and had to stop because my tummy was sloshing and sore. 

The worst of my hunger sated I rolled over in a stupor and only Heather’s protective hand stopped me from sliding off her breast. “I should have switched you,” she mumbled grumpily. “I have to drain some from the other side now.” Through slitted eyes I watched her huge hands grip her even more enormous tit opposite of me and began to express milk. Multiple jets of milk erupted from her nipple, showering the bed and floor with what must have been a quart of milk, or gallons from my perspective. Heather did not seem to care she was spraying everywhere, intent on emptying her swollen orbs of their bounty.

Watching spray after spray of milk arc through the air re-ignited my hunger and I sat up. My stomach sloshed heavily, and to my horror I saw it was still distended with Heather’s milk. I groaned in pain and worry, it looked like I had swallowed a football. This was Heather’s hunger I realized, squeezing my eyes shut against the discomfort in my abdomen, how in the hell did she deal with this? It had only been a few minutes and the gnawing ache was already driving me insane, I needed relief. I tugged at a strand of Heather’s hair to get her attention and pleaded, “Help.”

Heather frowned down at me. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Still hungry,” I said, gesturing at my swollen stomach.

“Mmm, my milk is supposed to take the edge off but I guess when I’m really starved that’s not enough. Now you see what I have to deal with?” Heather said, annoyed.

“Please,” I moaned. 

“You want more milk?” Heather asked, flicking the nipple next to my head with the tip of her finger. I shook my head no, then yes. I needed more, but I was too full already. The physical pain in my stretched out stomach warred with the bone deep need to feed. Heather smiled, “Serves you right,” she said. “The only other way to help is if I make my own craving go away.”

A rivulet of milk trickled down from her nipple and I twisted to greedily slurp it up. A sharp pain in my stomach warned me that I was already past my limit and I whimpered. “Help,” I begged, curling into the foetal position.

Heather sighed, “Alright, but I’m not going to shrink Crystal again which leaves you and Dana. And you’re an appetizer at best.” That left Dana. Was I really okay with sacrificing Dana to sate Heather’s unnatural hunger? I made up my mind almost immediately; yes I was… Sorry Dana.

“Do it,” I mumbled. 

Heather acted without hesitation. “Dana,” she shouted, her voice booming thunderously in the cabin. “Get in here, I need to ask you something.” A moment later Dana staggered bleary-eyed into the room. Dark circles rimmed her eyes; it looked like she had slept poorly if she had slept at all. 

“What’s wrong?” Dana said sluggishly.

“Do you like that I’m big?” Heather asked bluntly.

After a moment of confusion Dana answered, “Yeah, you know I do.”

“Would you like me even bigger?”

“That… Sounds sexy,” Dana admitted.

“Even if it means you will shrink?”

Dana seemed to wake up a little and said, “I mean, if that were possible I dunno... maybe?”  After a moment’s consideration she said, “Would you like me smaller?”

“Oh sweetie,” Heather said. “I’d love you smaller.”

“So we could still be together?” Dana was skeptical. 

“It’s more than possible,” Heather rumbled. “I’m asking for your permission because we are together. So, are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” Dana laughed nervously and said, “You’re being ridiculous, Heather.”

“I need to know. Now.” Heather urged, and I could feel the hunger burning inside of her.

Dana’s eyes widened, realizing that Heather was not speaking hypothetically. “I… Okay. But you’ll still be my girlfriend right? Even if I’m short...” Dana trailed off uncertainly. I was not sure I understood Dana’s thinking, Heather was talking about altering her entire life through magic and she was concerned with their relationship? Was she worried that if she shrunk she would lose the status necessary to keep Heather’s interest? Reality had become a strange place.

Heather yawned, jaw stretching wide enough to swallow me whole. “Leave you? You’ll be more a part of me than ever,” she grinned. 

Heather glanced my way to see my reaction. “Only enough to take the edge off,” I urged. Dana could still live a somewhat normal life as long as Heather showed restraint.

“We’ll see,” Heather said ominously and set me aside. Dana sat down beside me but her eyes were unfocused. After everything that had happened maybe she was not really processing what was happening. A fresh surge of hunger shredded my attempt at understanding her mental state and I curled into a ball. A boom thudded through the room, Heather kneeling down to prepare the ritual.

What felt like an eternity passed before Heather pulled Dana off the bed and into the chalk circle. “Caley showed me a few tricks,” she explained. “Just say ‘when’ you’ve given enough, okay sweetie?”

“Huh?” Dana said uncertainly.

Heather knelt and wrapped her massive arms around the petite girl, pulling her into a hug and trapping her with her huge, naked body. Thick black hair fell around Dana in a shroud as Heather leaned forward. Massive, billowing cleavage swallowed the smaller girl’s head until only a few strands of blond hair poked out. Dana’s body went rigid then relaxed as she gave in to Heather’s irresistible strength. The sight of Dana’s small body wrapped in Heather’s enormous one was so arousing that for a moment my hunger was forgotten.

Dana tilted backwards beneath the weight of Heather’s chest, knees bending to compensate for the burden on her shoulders. Heather’s humongous tits probably weighed more than forty pounds, they completely covered the width of Dana’s shoulders and jutted out over her back. They hung like massive teardrops, milky white skin faintly lined with blue veins with dusky, cork sized nipples that hardened into studs from the cabin’s cold. A drop of milk fell from the tip of one and as it splashed onto the floor, Heather began to grow. 

The already titanic teen’s head crept closer to the ceiling as her massive body inflated and Dana’s shrunk. Rather than sink to the floor Dana was lifted up as Heather expanded, pulled deeper and deeper into the larger girl’s ever-increasing cleavage. The sides of Heather’s breasts quickly eclipsed Dana’s shoulders and began to spill over the sides. A deep, guttural moan ripped free of Heather’s throat and reverberated through the floorboards. “YES,” she boomed. 

I felt it too, the receding hunger replaced with a volcanic wave of nirvana. No drug had ever been this good. 

Heather’s hads wrenched away from Dana, nail plunging into the floorboards and gouging deep tracks in the wood with a horrible scraping. Miraculously Dana did not fall, she did not even budge… The weight of Heather’s tits was keeping her pinned in place. Dana’s back was gradually being swallowed beneath Heather’s massive jugs and they were so full and fat and heavy that their weight alone was able to hold her in place. The absurdity of it brought to mind an old rumor I’d heard back at Sedgwick High about a pencil test girl’s supposedly used to check if they needed a bra; if their tits were big enough to hold up a pencil, they needed support. 

Far beyond pencil territory, Heather was holding up an entire person with her corpulent bust and they were still getting bigger!

“Stop!” I shouted. “Heather, that’s enough!” Heather’s head snapped up and she glared at me, eyes alight with desire. If Dana was trying to speak we would never know with her face buried in boob. Had Heather planned that? Dana’s shoulders disappeared beneath Heather’s cavernous cleavage and the overdeveloped amazon let out another moan. A higher pitched whine came from her chest and it took me a second to realize it was Dana. “Please Heather, she can still live a normal life!” I pleaded.        

A curtain of black hair swung back and forth as Heather shook her head vigorously. “She hasn’t said when!” Heather exulted. Dana began to diminish more quickly, tiny back swallowed completely beneath the lower curve of Heather’s tits. The titanic teen’s plump ass swelled, spreading across the floor and brushing against the edge of the chalk circle. Alabaster thighs the size of marble pillars thickened and stretched beneath Dana’s dangling feet. The diminishing girls arms disappeared beneath an avalanche of swelling tit. Her back was swallowed in moments. Her butt disappeared, and the soft, pitiful whine was getting faint. Every second that passed moved Dana’s feet a few inches further away from gargantuan thighs and deeper into an swollen bust.

How much height had she lost, 2 feet? 3? It was hard to tell with both girls altering so dramatically but I knew it had to stop. “When!” I cried out. 

The transfer stopped and Heather’s eyes flew open, she looked around the room drunkenly until she caught sight of me and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You… Cheated,” she boomed, annoyed. She wet her lips with a glistening pink tongue that was as big as I was. Please stop I begged silently, she had already taken so much. “Hmph,” Heather pouted “I guess that’s enough, but...” She smiled devilishly at me. “I’ll punish you for tricking me later.” That was a small price to pay for Dana to…

For Dana to ‘what’ exactly, I realized- the poor girl was all but gone. Her dainty feet squirmed and kicked beneath and curve of Heather’s elephantine tits. “Oh no,” Heather said, fishing the struggling girl out of her cleavage. “You poor thing, was I crushing you?” she sounded sincere but the smile had not faded from her lips.

“H-Heather?” Dana asked, voice filled with fear and bewilderment. “I-I-Is th-this r-real?” she stuttered.

“Oh sweetie,” Heather purred, a sound that rumbled from her chest like the muted roar of a lion, “It’s very real.” Lips swallowed the smaller girl’s face as Heather pulled her in for a passionate kiss that went on until Dana’s arms began to flail. Heather lifted the toddler-sized girl so they could get a better look at each other. Dana’s jaw dropped in shock. “Mmm, how do you like the new me, lover girl?” Heather said.

“You’re so big!” Dana said in wonder and for a long moment all of her attention spent admiring Heather. When Dana finally looked away she seemed to realize how small she had become because the wonder faded and was replaced with worry and fear. “Oh no,” she said, voice bordering on hysteria. “No-no-no-no-no-no.”

“Shhhhh,” Heather admonished and pulled Dana back to her breasts. “It’s okay sweetie, I’ve got you.” In seconds Heather had Dana’s head lined up with the thick peg of her nipple. Dana was shaking her head back and forth, shivering visibly. “Go ahead sweetie,” Heather cooed. “Suck.” For a long moment it looked like Dana was going to resist but the allure of the turgid dug in her face finally won out, and she pulled the- from her perspective- bratwurst-width nipple into her mouth.

Dana’s trembling slowed and eventually stopped as Heather flooded her tiny body with warm milk. I could hardly believe what I was seeing, Dana was still twice my size but one of Heather’s tits was bigger than she was. There was no way she was going to be able to live anything resembling a normal life at that height, I had failed her. She was… Well, she was like me now. Heather’s toy. To my surprise that made me a little happy, I guess misery loves company. But was Dana really miserable? The way she was starting to squirm and buck against Heather’s jumbo jug certainly did not look like misery.

“Ooo, baby’s getting feisty,” Heather purred. “You want to play with Momma’s big titty?” Dana nodded emphatically and Heather lifted her up and set her down so that Dana’s little legs were spread wide across the top of one titanic tit. “Oh, I just had an idea,” Heather said huskily, “You want to take Momma’s big nipple?” Dana squirmed, sending little ripples through Heather’s firm titflesh. “Okay baby, hold on.” Heather said and positioned her tiny lover’s crotch over her nipple. Dana realized what Heather had in mind and whined in fear or anticipation- maybe both. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll go slow.”

Heather slowly and deliberately began to impale Dana on her rock hard nipple. Dana thrashed, howling in pain and pleasure as her slit was split by Heather’s meaty teat. “Fuuuck!” Dana wailed, “T-Too big!”

“You can take it baby,” Heather said encouragingly and leaned back, allowing Dana to use gravity and her own strength to maneuver Heather’s nipple into her snatch. Panting with effort Dana ground her hips into Heather’s distended teat, steadily working its girth into her shrunken sex. Sweat started to pour from the tiny girl as her short pained gasps dissolved into a long moan. “That’s it!” Heather cheered. “Take it baby, take Momma’s huge, fat nipple!” Dana moaned even more loudly at Heather’s dirty-talk. And so did I.

Completely overwhelmed by what I was witnessing I began frantically pulling at my rock hard dick. Dana bucked on top of Heather’s jug, which rippled and swayed slightly beneath her onslaught. Her long moan was interrupted by shrill cries of pleasure. “Feel that baby?” Heather asked huskily. “My big nipple stretching you out, filling you up.” Sweat dripped from Dana’s body and rolled down the sides of Heather’s gargantuan tits. The tiny girl’s body tensed suddenly and Heather moaned, “OH baby, you’re so tight I’m gonna-” 

Before Heather could finish cum exploded out from Dana’s thighs and drizzled down the sides of her tits in a dozen different streams- No, not cum, milk. Heather’s milk let down and Dana howled as her pussy was flooded with jets of steamy milk from Heather’s swollen nipple. The tiny girl spasmed, her back arched and she let loose a scream that made my ears ring. I came with her, feverishly working my shaft until my load spilled onto the bed. Dana spasmed again and lifted her pelvis off Heather’s nipple.

A torrent of milk gushed from Dana’s pussy, so much so that I wasn’t even sure how she had held it all inside her tiny body. The copious fluid rolled down Heather’s tit in a wave and splashed to the floor while Dana sagged forward, twitching and clutching Heather’s tit for support. Heather let her little lover catch her breath before she stood up, ducking to avoid hitting the ceiling with her head, and deposited Dana on the bed next to me.

“Are you okay?” I asked Dana.

She blinked at me. “Okay?” She looked up at Heather and a lazy smile turned up the corners of her lips. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Well, I admitted to myself, being Heather’s toy was not *all* bad.

“Hope you enjoyed the show, little guy,” Heather boomed as her massive hand wrapped my body from shoulder to thigh. “Because you’re gonna make me cum as hard as she did.” The world tilted and before I could speak a gaping pink maw swallowed me whole.