Notifying the authorities.

Mark leaned back with a wide smile on his face. He figured it wouldn't have been too smooth to uproot Miriam out of her schedule at uni. But swinging by her apartment in the evening when she was alone was a smart plan. He couldn't believe that the video worked exactly as his friend Jason described. Looking down he saw Miriam moving her tits up and down with his cock safely nestled between them, held in place by a sports bra that was holding on for dear life thanks to her enhanced breasts. With a sigh he felt himself close to the edge.

- Fuck...i'm gonna-...
- Cum? Please~ Please cum on my titties Mark. I just love it when guys cover them. I want it all over my biiig bouncy boobies.

That was all he needed. A bit of sexy encouragement sent him over the edge as his cock throbbed, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Rope after rope squirting over Miriam's breasts, making her sports bra slightly see through as her continued motion rubs in the sticky liquid into it. Fuck this was hot. Making a mess of the lesbian who made a fool of him before. Now she was nothing but a slave to her own breasts, servicing his cock. Mark grinned as he rode the afterwave of his orgasm. Perhaps he should enhance his girlfriend too. She had always been kinda grossed out by the idea of cum on her body...

Eve had waited a few seconds after Fia left to ensure that she wasn't being spied on. When she felt it was safe, she propped up the chair by her desk against the door to create a makeshift barricade. Grabbing her laptopt she sat down on her bed and did her best to figure out how to deal with this situation. The internet was clearly dangerous since any link could potentially be this...video. But it still felt like her best bet to figure out what was going on. After some searching she finds a webpage filled with what reads like fictional scenarios about something called 'memetic mind control'. Strangely these stories were not pornographic in nature, but rather seemed to describe some sort of imaginary scenario where certain 'memetic events' cause havoc as they spread via so called 'cognito hazards'. Part of Eve started to wonder if this website was actually some sort of archive filled with writing practices, or if it was actually somewhat based in reality. Considering how her day had been she wouldn't be surprised if there was a grain of truth to this website. She really hoped not though, especially since most of the stories seemed to tend towards horror. At least whatever had changed Miriam and Fia seemed to tend more towards the pornographic. Eve wasn't honestly sure if this was preferable or not.

Still, she manages to get a proper name on what to search for and with some more sleuthing she manages to find a hotline to something called 'The memetic division'. It looked like a fairly legit site. In fact the thing even had a .gov domain name. She had never heard of such a branch of the federal government before though. For all she knew this was just another weird site for some sort of LARPERS. But she still felt like she had to try. If whatever this thing was, was real and could spread...someone had to let the authorities know. Dialling the number on her laptop screen she hears she fiddles with her hair to calm her nerves. Thankfully the aspirin from earlier had kicked in by now and her headache was subsiding. Staying focused also helped to distract her from the throbbing, especially when someone picked up on the other side.

- Hello. This is the Memetic division. How can I help you?
- Uhh...h-hi! I think I have one of these uhm...memetic events to report.
- Alright. Bear with me for one second.

There is an awkward amount of silence. Eve isn't quite sure what is going on but after perhaps fifteen seconds the voice speaks up once more, short and to the point. Clearly this is not the first time this person has had this conversation.
- Describe the event. In as much detail as possible.
- I uhm...well...not sure how to say this...
- Just begin. Start from the top.
- My friend at uni was changed.
- Changed. How?
- Her breasts grew, a lot. And she was acting strange.
Eve could hear some scribbling on the other side, a second voice could be faintly heard over the phone muttering about 'physical and mental alteration'.
- Do you have any idea what triggered this change?
- I uhh....i'm not entirely sure. But I have a suspicion.
- Well. Let us know.
- She said she was shown some sort of...music video? I think?
Once more the second voice muttered something barely audible. 'Auditory or visual spread? Perhaps a combination.'
- And what was in this video?
- I don't...I didn't watch it. In fear of becoming like her.
- I see. She didn't tell you what the video was of?

- I think she said something about it being some sort of cheerleader dance routine.

- Any other details about it you can relay?
- I...the dance I think was some sort of big breasted bimbo looking woman.

- And this is what your friend told you?
- Yeah---wait...no. I think I got a glimpse of it from some people on a bus...oh and my flatmate too!
More whispers. 'Careful. She might be compromised.'
- So you're saying several people have viewed this video?
- Yes! I think it's spreading fast. I saw people discussing it online too.

- It's spreading through some sort of link?
- Mhm! I think its simply up on youtube. I started to recognize the URL after scrolling some forums. I saw a bunch of comments trying to downplay it and my roommate also tried to make me watch it. I think that is how its spreading.
- Plausible. You've been a great help.
- So...what do I do?
- Nothing. You've helped us pinpoint the problem. We'll take it from here.
- Thats it? You can't come here and help my friends? Or at least save me from...from becoming like them? A big breasted bimbo zombie?! You can't send like...I dunno...the police or something?!

There was a couple more seconds of silence as Eve felt her frustrations boil over.

- We are not authorized to tell you anything else. Please sit tight where you are and whatever you do, do not view this video or share it with anyone else. Thank you for calling. Stay safe.

A flat tone filled eve's ears as the person on the other end clearly hung up on her. Well fuck. Some help these people were. Was this even a proper government organisation, or did she just get tricked by some kids roleplaying? Was she seriously going to barricade herself in her room? For how long? She needed water, food, toilet paper! Maybe if she was quick about it she could at least grab some supplies. It was still early enough for only Fia to be home...perhaps her swedish friend would still buy that she had been turned already. Eve emptied her bag before slowly approaching her own door and removing the chair she had tilted against the doorknob. She turned the handle and peeked into the hallway. Not noticing anything out of the ordinary. Quietly she walks towards the kitchen, eventually making it to the fridge where she opened and grabbed several water bottles and stuffed them into the bag. She then proceeded to raid the pantry, grabbing some foods and snacks that could be eaten without any heating. Fruits, nuts, crisps and crackers. Cereal bars and chocolate. Not the healthiest, but she was in a pickle and just needed something to keep herself going until this 'memetic division' sorted this shit out. IF they were even going to do so. With a bag full of goodies she slung it over her shoulder, ready to head back towards her room. That was when she saw it.

A simple click of a button and a sudden noise caused her to jump, reflexingly looking towards the source. The television in the living room had turned on, showcasing a sight that confused her. On screen there was a bimbolicious woman with huge breasts that were barely contained by her outfit, jumping around and showcasing her assets proudly. It was the video. She was sure of it. She should be afraid. She knows she should. But it was impossible to conjure up any negative emotions as her eyes glued onto the screen. This is what had her confused. Why had she been opposed to seeing the video all this time? The air filled with a pleasant tune. A song that felt familiar somehow. Had she heard it on the bus? No...she was wearing her headphones back then. Yet it still felt as if a wave of nostalgia washed over her. With a smile Fia approached from around the corner, holding a TV remote that she wiggled triumphantly in front of Eve.
- I kinda feel like you pulled a trick on me earlier Eve. So I figured out how to cast my phone to the TV! Neat huh?

Eve nodded. It was neat. Fuck the woman on the screens breasts were big. She hoped her own would get as big. She looked down at her chest, the padding she had fit into her bra earlier was visible. Hastily she pulled them out. It didn't really make sense anymore. Why should a girl like her make her tits appear bigger? they were already a decent size. A perfectly round pair of double d's that stretched her cardigan outwards. With a smile Eve finally looked at Fia.
- That is pretty neat. Can't believe I didn't believe you. It is a kinda funny meme.
- I know right! I love the part where she sings about using your tits to please others.

Eve nodded. She did want to try that at some point. She had never pleasured someone with her boobies before. They felt so full too, straining against her clothing. Being a titslut did mean she needed to use them. But on whom? There were no cocks around to cover them in cum. What a shame.

- I like that part too. Kind of resonates with titsluts such as us.
- Sure does Eve. Still sure you don't want to come to that party tonight by the way?
- Oh. Totally. Theres gonna be lots of dudes there right?
- Plenty of cocks to titfuck.
- I'm there. Just tell me when and where.