The start

Sarah woke up from her long night of sleep. The sun shone through the window illuminating her naked form. Basking in the warm rays of nature she slowly emerged from her invigorating slumber, ready to welcome the new day. Turning on her side she faced the middle of the bed and stared into the sleeping face of her lover Mandy. She brought her hand up and ran it across her sleeping lover’s flanks. She felt the contours of Mandy’s flanks and hips, who lay naked and above the covers. Sarah cold see goose bumps all across Mandy’s body with the fine hairs all over her skin standing on end. Mandy opened her eyes and gazed into Sarah’s.

As luck would have it, she had a beautiful Bisexual lover, a wonderful house in a stable neighbourhood and a lovely and accepting daughter who had taken to her sexual orientation and new love life with a graceful and loving tolerance.

She, her daughter and her lover had all been graced by good looks as well.

That was all about to change. Everything was about to change.

Sarah was a 6’0” beauty with long cream colour legs, a slim firm posterior, B cup breasts and an athlete’s body from head to toe. Her lips were her favourite assets, they were large and soft. She had a soft and inoffensive face with cream coloured skin. She was capped by a gorgeous head of chestnut hair.

Mandy was 5’8” with short black dyed hair with a very slim build almost like a model’s. Whereas Sarah had muscles and tone Mandy was skinny and aerodynamic. She had a small tight and pert ass and AA cups. She had wider hips than her build might suggest, and soft features as well, but nowhere on her did she have any exceptional sexual characteristics. She was beautiful anyway to Sarah.

Sarah’s daughter, Krista, had been cloned from DNA of both Sarah and Mandy, and Sarah had carried her to term. She resembled both of them to a high degree. She had dark blonde hair, the colour of Mandy’s natural hair. She had got her height from Sarah; she was 6’1” and had a very toned and athletic body as well. She had somewhat larger breasts than Mandy but not as big as Sarah. She was an A cup but and her tight rounded ass and firm meaty thighs gave her her very attractive physical characteristics.

That is at least what Krista USED to look like.

“Man is it chilly in the morning.” Stated Mandy. She sat up and looked toward Sarah. She sat in bed completely naked from the night before, and the chilly morning air made her nipples profusely erect and her areolas bumpy. Sarah reached up and touched Mandy’s nipples with her cold hands, but Mandy pulled away. A sly grin appeared on her face as she looked back at Sarah with a face that clearly broadcast her intentions of playing hard to get. “You had your fair share last night Sarah.” Whispered Mandy as she got up out of bed and began to stretch. She left her bare posterior in plain view facing the bed and Sarah reached over, grabbed it, and gave it a little squeeze. She felt its contours and smooth skin. Mandy didn’t look back, but giggled at the sensations being put upon her by her horny partner. She finished her stretches and proceeded to the bathroom, as she passed Sarah’s bedside table Sarah reached out and smacked her lover’s behind.

“You should stay home today.” Said Sarah with a smile “Forget work and spend the day with me. Being at home isn’t bad, I do it everyday.” Mandy didn’t look back at her but instead proceeded putting on make-up and tying her hair back. When she finished she came back into the room and went to the closet. “I can’t, there is a huge meeting about a new **** the firm I represent has developed. They want approval for human tests. They’re meeting with the Government **** Approval Association at noon. I have to be there, this could be big for my career.” Mandy was busy putting on underwear, she slipped on a pair of panties and a black bra with a remote control attached to it. She licked the back of the remote and stuck it to her flank, just under her right armpit.

Sarah got out of bed and changed into some cotton pyjamas. It was normal for her to stay in pyjamas or wear only panties for the day. Sometimes she wasn’t dressed until 4pm when Krista came home from school. She always had the run of the house.

Sarah went into the adjoining bathroom. From the bathroom she could see right to the middle of the bedroom where Mandy was changing into her business suit. She was putting on a tight business skirt and a suit jacket. She left the top two buttons undone. The jacket was far too big for her in the bust.

“Take care of that.” Mentioned Sarah. Mandy gave a sly look in return. She reached under her arm and pressed a button. Immediately her bra began to inflate air bags positioned in the cups. She blew them up to C-cups and then replied “I want to look good for the meeting. I’m on top of it.” The suit jacket was quickly pulled tight and the bust line with the top buttons opened looked natural now. The flesh coloured bra cups had a camouflaging mesh around the sides to blend the skin with the contours of the air bags, giving the appearance of naturally big boobs. Mandy, admiring them stated “Quite a nifty concealing method these new things. They don’t look half bad for a new technology on the market.” She straightened out her suit and looked herself over in the mirror, bending over to admire her simulated cleavage, and making sure she was ready for the day ahead.

As Sarah washed her face in the bathroom and got herself ready for the day she heard a creaking from the doorway. It was out of sight, but she was sure it was the bedroom door and that someone had just come in. Mandy looked to the door and a strange look came over her face. Sarah watched as Mandy’s expression turned to a look of surprise and then she walked out of sight. Presumably she was at the door. Sarah continued to brush her teeth.

For an instant she heard “Are those real? What the Hell happened? Are you Okay?” and then she heard a scream that was quickly muffled.

Sarah choked on her tooth paste, the scream had clearly sounded with fear. She cleaned out her mouth and walked back into the bedroom.

She will never forget the image that she saw.

Mandy was having her head squeezed into the mountainous volleyball sized breast of another woman who was standing stark naked in the doorway. White liquid was streaming down Mandy’s face and was soaking her business suit. The woman appeared to be her daughter Krista; she got a direct and malevolent look from the attacking woman and the face was vaguely recognizable. Through her streaming hair she caught the glimpse of a face that was her daughters but was different somehow.

Sarah came to the realization that it “used” to be her daughter. The hair was wavy and much to long, it flowed past her hips. Krista’s hair should only be shoulder length. The lips were way too big, the eyes were grey, the ass was bulbous and, and the breasts were far too big to be her daughter’s own. There was also the fact that her daughter had more than one set of them. Somehow, she had 4 breasts.

The woman who used to be Sarah’s daughter dropped Mandy to the floor and came lunging at Sarah with blinding speed and ferocity. She let loose with a howling shriek and grabbed Sarah’s arm with superhuman strength.

“Krista! What are you doing? What happened?” shouted Sarah, but it was no use. The girl kept trying to seize Sarah’s head in her hands. Sarah got thrown to the floor and her daughter sat on her waist, pinning her to the ground. Her four massive breasts wobbled in all directions as the struggle went on. Sarah got smacked in the face with Krista’s breasts several times as the girl tried to bring Sarah’s face closer. Krista’s new nipples were long and hard, they could have been 5cm long, and they hurt Sarah as they hit her face. White liquid occasionally spurted out of them and Sarah’s pyjamas and face were saturated by the creamy liquid. On two occasions her former daughter almost managed to shove one of her nipples in Sarah’s mouth but before she had a third try Sarah wriggled free and backed-handed the girl across the face.

Krista flinched for a second, but then recomposed herself and stared malevolently at her mother. She lunged again as Sarah retreated into the bathroom.

The bathroom was open to a patio with a hot tub, and along one wall were a set of large sliding glass doors. Sarah threw open one of the sliding glass doors and moved to the side of it just as Krista would have landed on her. Krista went flying out the doorway. Sarah shut the glass behind her and shut the blinds. There was a smacking of soft flesh striking the glass two or three times, and then the sounds stopped along with the furious panting of her mutated daughter. She had gone elsewhere for the time being.

Sarah rushed over to the bedroom doorway to see how Mandy was doing. Mandy was in euphoria. The White liquid was itching the inside of her mouth, as well as the inside of her oesophagus and into her stomach and all the way into her digestive tract where her body was absorbing it greedily. She too, had changed. When she stood up she was two inches taller than Sarah.

Sarah stared at amazement at the dazed Mandy. She seemed bigger, and she noticed that she was no longer the ultra-thin woman she had fallen in love with. She was bigger in certain places and getting bigger by the moment. Her wide set hips had already gained mass; her buttocks were growing and straining the tight skirt she wore. There was ripping and Sarah could see the seams on the skirt ripping while soft skin emerged from beneath the fabric.

Sarah took Mandy by the hand walked her over to the shower stall in the bathroom. She put Mandy in there and shut the door. Mandy stared at back at Sarah; she pressed herself against the glass.

“What are you doing Sarah? Let me out!” she pleaded.

Mandy put her face close to the glass and peered at her lover on the other side. Sarah watched as Mandy’s lips grew larger and pouty, and her eyes turned grey. Her hair became longer and began to stream down her face and chest. Mandy grabbed at her hair and began to cry. “No, No Please God! Not this. Please don’t do this” she pleaded again. She tried to fight the changes, she was in tears. As the mutation occurred she see-sawed over the line between fear and ecstasy. Sarah noticed that Mandy’s suit top was looking pretty full at the moment and it wasn’t due to the inflatable bra. Mandy stepped back from the glass and looked down at her chest. She held her hands against her chest to constrain the growth happening underneath her clothes. Sarah, looking at Mandy’s growing chest, noticed the nails on Mandy’s hands growing longer at this time, but she didn’t have much time to look as the business jacket’s buttons exploded one by one. The suit burst open and the bra broke away from Mandy’s body in a shower of sparks. Six grapefruit sized tits surged forth in an orgy of wobbling flesh. They smacked against the shower’s glass door, seemingly wanting to break it so they could be totally free. “Hello world! Here we are!” they cried “Touch us! Hold us! Suck on us!” they beckoned. Mandy tore her clothes to shreds with strong hands she didn’t realize she had. She was on the verge of an emotional breakdown. Only the orgasmic euphoria caused by the mutation kept her from wanting to die, to stop what she was becoming.

The teary eyed Mandy pressed her naked body against the glass, she beckoned to her friend with every pheromonal, hormonal and physical lure she had. She wanted her friend, but her mind had not yet fallen as her body did. It would soon, but not yet.

“Please stop! Don't Change!!” she cried to her body. Her six new breasts were bigger than DD now and were pushing Mandy from the glass door as they occupied more and more space in between them. Sarah stood like a deer in headlights as the massive tits pressing against the glass grew, and from her perspective looked like they were expanding outward like expanding pancakes along the glass’ flat surface. In the centre of the smushed creamy flesh against the glass were dark brown nipples, with areolas that expanded in kind to the breast flesh around them. Mandy squished them harder against the glass, trying to get closer to Sarah; her body was performing autonomic behaviours now. They were the new instincts she was developing, she was craving release. Sarah held the door tighter than ever.

Mandy’s crying subsided; her breasts and body stopped transforming. She had 6 F cups now, breasts the size of cantaloupes at the least. Her once unimposing face was now the face of a teary eyed vixen, begging for sexual satisfaction. Her gaze met Sarah’s; her new grey eyes peered through the glass and her brow furrowed. Her fist came rocketing forward through the glass and struck Sarah in the chest. Sarah doubled over in pain, more glass shattered as Mandy freed herself from the shower. Sarah didn’t wait or look back, she just ran out of the bed room and out the door.