The crew is going on an exciting interstellar adventure.

"I've called you all together for a very important mission delivering a dangerous reality warping isotope across the cosmos to a series of exotic and erotic planets catering to a whole host of odd kinks." The Professor exclaimed with delight at the payout he'd make even if the crew didn't come back in one piece.

"Oh it's not something mundane like doing paperwork in the office?" Leela asked sarcastically rolling her one eye annoyed that she'd be stuck in a ship with her crew who she knew would mess things up and release the isotope causing some kind of wacky hijinks or the men would get captured by erotic warriors so she and Amy would have to perform a daring rescue in skin clad leather or go in disguise in some trampy outfit Amy would conveniently have on hand that would push and plump up her ample bosom while highlighting her curvy hips.

"No it is" the professor corrected himself "I just had to say that to keep Bender and Fry invested." Farnsworth pressed a button on his console and with a click it fired out sheets of paper at everyone. "These are performance reviews that I'm supposed to fill out and as your employer I'm delegating to you all to hop to it!" he barked "fill those out then give them to me so I can give them to Hermes and he can offer it up as a sacrifice to the great Bureaucracy god." Pressing another button on his console the professor's chair shot back and carted him off to his lab.

"Well performance reviews aren't that bad right?" Leela asked relieved to not be dealing with some alien isotope that would cause her bust to expand or send the crew back in time to accidentally impregnate her with Bender's kid or something. A muttering of disapproval from the rest of the crew showed they had no interest in the professor's work. "Well hey at least this looks pretty professional don't you think?" Leela marveled with **** optimism.

"Schquell No" Amy fired back smacking the form "Have you even read this Sqrap? Bra and Panty size, how often we hook up, favorite positions. Genital preference, what are these? Personality tests from Unique Knockers?" Amy tossed her copy down.

"Nope they removed those last fall" Scruffy said resting in the corner with the same magazine unfolding a centerfold of a pair of particularly unique knockers from the summer of 3016. "Made room for more behind the scene interviews" He finished admiring the behind the scenes of Miss July.

"Well gang if we all work together, give it a 110 percent then I just know that I can turn off my ears and ignore all of you" Bender said flipping off his ears and swiftly shutting his eyes.

"Bender's right we can do this!" Fry cheered "Question one Amy do you wear D-cup bra?" He asked as a small surge of heat filled the ring.

"Of course I wear a D-cup fry" Amy answered as her breasts bounced a bit in her large unsupportive bra that had suddenly expanded out "But unlike Leela I just wear it because its the style"

"Fry! You're not supposed to guess at our bra size you ask us and we tell you this isn't some Space Rhode Island County fair where you guess our weight on Saturn." Leela paused and kicked Amy in the shin with her mighty big boot "Are you saying I have a fat chest?" Leela growled as she felt a brief chill emanate from the cold gold ring on her left hand .

"No of course not" Amy answered rubbing her bruised shin"I was implying that you have a fat chest because you do." Another kick followed the other met by a series of curses.

"Fry are my boobs too big?" Leela turned to him knowing her boyfriend would assuage her fears. While she was proud of her broad chest it felt like more and more they had grown from a perky pair to a saggy lump hanging off her chest, the chill returned and Leela felt her breasts begin to tingle as she thought about them it felt as though they had gotten tighter on her chest and with it her back felt a soft heat of gentle relief as what had once been a might burden lessened significantly.

" No no of course not Leela, they're not that big and fat." As far as Fry could remember they had even been a little petite. Maybe one of the many mutant drawbacks was small boobs but it was fine he thought, not every relationship is perfect. Amy scoffed at Fry's comments certainly they weren't huge but compared to her own they were still pretty big.

"You're only saying that because you're her boyfriend, if she asked you if she had two eyes you'd agree with her," Amy said.

"Ok, do you think Leela has big boobs?" Fry asked Amy , and this paperwork so far wasn't that bad actually.

"Yes of course I do they're as big as her head" She gestured at the mighty melons on Leela's chest true to her altered words Leela's breasts had swiftly swollen out each about as big as her head weighing around ten pounds. Her bra desperately trying to hold it together in her white muscle shirt, her chest surging forward unfamiliar with the new weight as she grabbed at her spasming back surging with pain from the weight. Her chest hit the table with a thud dragging her out of her chair and down hard on the ground as her newfound breasts were awash in pain and pleasure her nipples rubbing against the cool tile floor hardening into fine tender points.

"What the crud! Did you all see that?" Leela groaned trying to lift herself off the ground. It struck her that it was just like Amy had said, her boobs were the size of her head but to her surprise she heard them playing dumb like they hadn't seen her girls blossom into full grown women. "Fry, this is ridiculous, you saw my boobs just get bigger right?" Fry scratched his head confused as memories washed over him, a moment ago he was sure he saw Leela's chest withdraw and then rapidly expand outward but as the words left his mouth the details became fuzzy.

"Well no as long as I can remember they've always been that big haven't they?" He tried to exert his brain to remember if what she had said was true and in doing so caused his own shift as Leela rubbed her head looking at her heavy heaving chest She hadn't always been that big right? she wondered but thinking back that both did and didn't seem true. Taking a moment to calm herself she sat back down still transfixed by her chest, and struggling to remember when they had been smaller. It was as though there was a thin near transparent vision of her life both with modest, perhaps B-cup sized breasts and overlaying that was a pair of familiar D-cups, and now she could hardly remember not dragging her pair of dumbbells around the leering from every guy and girl and Shlirl she passed, having to remove the horn from the steering wheel as her hooters were constantly honking every time she exhaled.

"Yeah, I guess so," she answered confused. "Let's, uh," she paused testing the weight of her bosom "Let's get back to paperwork." She said idly rubbing the side of her breasts.