Bob s Great AdventureChapter 83
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This is just a quickie that I wrote for my own amusement. I
was in an odd mood and thinking of my story Heavyweight
when I came up for the idea for it.
Bigtop
By Morpheus
To start with, let me introduce myself. My name is
Ben Melkid, and I am a fairly attractive 27 year old man,
or at least I've been told that I am. Attractive that was,
not 27. I was almost exactly 6 foot tall, and had dark
brown hair.
At the moment, I was heading back to the ad company
that I worked for. I had just finished with my lunch and
wanted to get back to my desk before my lunch hour was
over. However, I still had plenty of time and wasn't really
in any kind of a hurry.
The weather was fairly decent and the sidewalks were
pretty empty compared to normal at this time of day. That
was probably due to the big parade on the other side of
town, though for what I really wasn't certain. It was one
of those made up holidays like National Squirrel day or
something. I hadn't bothered remembering what silly thing
this one was for.
Just then, I heard a loud squealing, followed by
gunshots. I quickly looked down the street in the direction
that they had come from and saw a car skidding to stop
while several people started shooting out the windows. It
was hard to be sure from the distance, but they looked to
be in their late teens to mid-twenties.
"What the hell?" I gasped in surprise.
But a moment later, a group of other people started
shooting back from the steps of a building where they'd
been gathered. Then it made sense. It was some sort of gang
fight.
I only watched this for a moment, horrified to see
one of the guys in the car throwing a bottle with a burning
rag... which exploded into flames. Before the bottle had
even hit, I was already in motion. I glanced at the phone
booth, then scowled as I moved to a place beside a building
where I was out of sight for the most part.
"Damn," I cursed as I took another look at the phone
booth.
Everyone knew that any self respecting super hero
used a phone booth to change, but for me that wasn't an
option. The one time that I had tried it, I ended up jammed
in there too tight to do anything.
But I didn't have time to think about that and called
out the magic word, "Bazongas!"
Suddenly, a wash of pure warmth shot through my body,
though the greatest focus was inside of my chest. I gasped
as I always did when the power started to fill me. To
transform me.
I could feel a powerful sensation building in my
chest, just as my chest started to push out, pressing
tightly against my shirt until it threatened to explode.
However, before that could happen, my shirt seemed to glow
pink... and then vanish, along with the rest of my clothes.
But I was barely aware of my clothes as my chest continued
to push out.
"Oh God," I gasped aloud, then corrected myself,
"Goddess..."
A large pair of breasts now grew from my chest, and
continued growing, even as the rest of my body transformed.
I could feel my form changing, my waist getting thinner and
my outie pulling into an innie. My skin became smooth, but
I could also feel the tickling as new clothes started to
form.
The transformation had lasted only seconds, though to
me it always seemed as though it took a bit longer. I
looked down, though I couldn't really see any further down
than the huge breasts that I now possessed. Breasts that
were each the size of beach balls. However, I already knew
that the rest of my body was that of a sexy young woman.
And I now possessed long blonde hair as well.
Then there were my clothes. Though I had shrunk about
6 inches, it wasn't quite as noticeable due to the high
heeled boots I was wearing. Bright red boots that went up
to my mid thigh. I wore a matching pair of bright red
gloves that ended just above my elbow, and a pair of red
panties, though I had a long white loincloth, which hung
down in front. And to top it off, my outfit was finished
with a white choker around my neck that had a red gem at my
throat. Not a single stitch of cloth covered my magically
magnificent mounds.
As I stood there, I felt the power surging in my
breasts... raw magical power. The power of the Goddess
Bazongas.
Centuries earlier, my ancestors had been the high
priestesses of the little known Goddess Bazongas... the
Goddess of Breasts. And as such, they had been gifted with
a portion of Bazongas' power, a power that along with the
title of high priestess, was passed down from mother to
daughter for many generations.
But then there was me. Just a year earlier, my mother
had died of cancer, but on her deathbed, she'd told me
about the family secret... about the power of Bazongas. She
lamented that she was the last woman in our family and
feared that the power would be lost forever upon her death.
To my complete shock, when my mom had died... I
discovered that the power hadn't been lost. Instead, it had
come to me... the first and only man to ever posses the
power of Bazongas. But obviously, it was a power which no
man could truly use, though the power took care of that as
well... as my current female form proved.
With that, I lashed out and punched the wall beside
me, watching as the bricks cracked under the force of my
fist. My whole body was abnormally strong, part of the gift
of Bazongas. It was a side benefit, a way for my body to
support the true power, which resided in my breasts... and
not to mention that rather large weight.
However, I didn't have time to stand around,
remembering that the gunmen were still firing. I grimaced,
thinking about all the people that those idiots could be
killing.
Not waiting anymore, I ran for the street, moving
with surprising speed and ease considering my high heels
and massive boobs. The heels had taken awhile to learn to
move properly in, but the breasts were not a problem... as
was part of Bazongas' gift.
"All right slime," I called out as I hit the middle
of the street, "Bigtop is here."
I knew that it wasn't a great name though I hadn't
come up with anything better that was still accurate.
Still, it made me sound like I belonged in a circus or
something. A lot of people had taken to calling me Super
Tits, which I didn't mind and actually thought of changing
it to officially. It was certainly better than Bimbo Babe,
which I'd heard once or twice.
The gunmen didn't seem to notice me though as they
had finished their job and were tearing off down the street
in their attempted getaway... coming straight at me. I
planted my feet and stood my ground in the middle of the
road, smiling as they even picked up speed.
At that instant, I focused on the raw power within my
breasts and called it forth. And with a little willpower,
my breasts suddenly expanded outward, swelling larger and
larger, first to the size of beanbag chairs... and then
larger still. They grew until they were each the size of
garbage dumpsters, altering in mass and density as well.
"Gotcha," I grinned, my titanic tits blocking the
entire road.
And as I had expected, the car suddenly smashed right
into them, sending a faint jiggling along to my body.
However, there was neither pain... nor any damage. Nor had
I expected any since my boobs were completely
indestructible. The rest of my body might be hurt... but
not my magical melons.
With another thought, my breasts quickly deflated,
shrinking back to their 'normal' beach ball size. I smirked
as I saw the car, the whole front smashed in like an
accordion. It had been just like hitting a wall. A wall of
tit flesh.
"Goddamn!" one of the gunmen yelled as he climbed out
of the passenger side, looking dazed and furious, but
otherwise all right.
Two more gunmen climbed out of the car as well,
looking a little worse off, with one of them bleeding from
his head and the other looking as if he might have smashed
his nose into the dash and broken it. The driver however
hadn't bothered getting out and remained where he was,
looking like he got the brunt of it.
"Should have worn seatbelts boys," I taunted them.
"Holy shit," one of the gunmen cried out in awe,
"Look at the size of those fucking tits..."
"My God," the third one gasped in shock, though all
three of them stared at my chest.
I grimaced at that, knowing that this was a mixed
blessing. It was a little embarrassed to have everyone
constantly staring at my boobs, though I knew that there
was absolutely no way that they couldn't. However, it
certainly provided a great distraction for me to do my job
with.
Suddenly, one of the men snapped out of his daze and
tore his eyes from my chest, much to my disappointment.
"The fucking bitch killed our car," he screamed at the
others, raising his machine gun right at me.
"Damn," I cursed, wishing that I could have done this
the easy way.
As the man fired, I used my power, making my breasts
expand again, this time so that they were large enough to
act as a shield and protect my body from the gunfire. And
then, I ran forward, to the nearest gunman, suddenly
willing my tits even bigger... and harder. I hit him with
the force of a battering ram... which took him out of
action.
"You might as well surrender," I called out, though I
knew that they probably couldn't see my face behind my
tits.
"This bitch has got to be kidding," one of the two
remaining gunmen burst out, "She's just some damn super
stripper..."
"Super Stripper," I commented aloud, "Hey... I like
that."
The other man added, "She's just a damn blowup
doll..." He fired another round of shots at my boobs, again
to no effect.
"I'm a blow up doll alright," I laughed, "and watch
me blow up..."
With that, I charged forward again, deciding to show
him just how much I could blow up. But as I got to him, my
tits surged even larger... quickly burying him beneath
their mass. I could feel him struggling beneath the
mountain of tit flesh... though without much luck. There
was no way that he was going to be able to budge me. Hell,
I couldn't really budge myself when I was so large that my
tits were each larger than my body... and I had enhanced
strength.
"I thought most guys wanted to go out buried in
breasts," I teased.
However, the final gunman was still there and I
couldn't just stand there while he took shots at me. So
with that, I quickly shrunk my breasts back to their
'normal' size, jumping back before he could come after me.
A glance revealed that the man who I'd just tried
smothering was twitching a bit, but he didn't look like he
was about to give up. That meant that I could give the last
guy my full attention.
"No way," he gasped as he stared at me with a look of
mixed disbelief and lust. It was unfortunately a look that
I'd gotten used to when I was in that form.
But as he started to point the gun at me again, I
called on the power in my breasts again... feeling it churn
inside. And a moment later, milk started shooting straight
out of my nipples, firing as though from a pair of fire
hoses... and aimed straight at the gunman. Two streams of
high-pressured milk hit the man... throwing him back at
least fifteen feet.
After this, I calmly walked forward and kicked the
gun even further away from him, smiling at the man who was
soaked through with milk. "Oh," I teased him, "It's no use
crying over spilled milk..."
Then I quickly looked at the other gunmen, making
sure that they were still out. "Take that Heavyweight," I
exclaimed, thinking about the other heroine in town who
happened to be my rival. Or Broadass... or whatever that
fat cow was calling herself that week. No one that big
should even know the word 'spandex' much less wear it. Ick.
Just then, I heard a voice call out, "Hold it right
there missy..."
I turned around, then groaned as I saw that several
cops had finally arrived. And from the way they were
pointing their guns at me, it was obvious that they didn't
care that I had just stopped a group of criminals. Of
course, that wasn't surprising. The cops have been trying
to arrest me for 'indecent exposure' ever since I started
my career as Bigtop.
"Like I could actually wear a shirt," I grumbled,
knowing that there wasn't anything that would do any good
against my tits. At least not and let me keep using my
powers at the same time.
Just then, someone yelled out, "FIRE!" causing me and
the cops to look over and finally notice a building on
fire.
"Oh shit," I burst out, suddenly remembering their
earlier firebomb. It had set the building on fire and was
spreading fast. The whole lower half seemed to be covered
in flames and smoke. Then I gave another, "Oh shit," as I
saw someone sticking their head out of the fourth floor and
screaming for help.
With something like that going on, I didn't have time
to waste on the cops and quickly started running for the
building. The cops were apparently of the same mind as they
were running for it as well, one of them already using his
radio to call for help.
"We forgot they were up there," a man cried out from
the sidewalk, pointing up at the people on the top floor.
Though I didn't turn to look at the people, from
things I heard them saying... and from what I could see, it
was obvious that it was some kind of apartment building and
that everyone was able to get out as soon as the fire had
started. Except that apparently, one couple on the top
floor hadn't heard the warnings until it was too late.
I looked around in horror; seeing the burning flames
and knowing that there was no way that they'd be able to
make it through them... or even for me to make it through
them safely. I looked up at the man and woman screaming for
help, knowing that I had to do something.
Then it suddenly dawned on me. I took a deep breath
and made my breasts grow out again, swelling them larger
and larger, changing their density yet again until it was
exactly what I wanted. Then I yelled for them to jump,
hoping that they wouldn't be too freaked out to jump onto
my boobs.
"You're kidding," the trapped woman screamed in panic
while the man who was with her stared in awe. Somehow, I
don't think that he'd ever seen tits anywhere near as large
as mine.
"JUMP!" I ordered.
Though the woman gave me a look of disbelief, the man
hesitated only a moment longer before jumping out. When he
hit my tits, they were so soft that it was almost like
hitting a pair of giant pillows. They were soft enough to
break the fall without harming them.
"So much for chivalry," I muttered as the man
scrambled off my tits, leaving room for the next rescue.
"JUMP," I ordered again, hoping that she'd do it now that
her lover had just proven how safe it was.
The woman hesitated a few seconds more, looking
around nervously and coughing from the thick smoke.
Apparently, she decided that the risk... and embarrassment
were a lot preferable to being roasted and jumped. A few
seconds later, she had landed safely and was out of the way
as well.
With both of the people safe, I pulled my tits back
to their 'normal' size and stepped back, grimacing as I saw
the fire. I was so caught up in watching that, I nearly
tripped over a body... one of the rival gang members that
had been mowed down.
"Damn," I muttered, realizing that this fire could
quickly spread. I looked around and saw no sign of the fire
department yet either. "Probably have all their trucks at
that stupid parade..." Just like most of the cops I
suspected.
Of course, I quickly realized that there was an
alternative. I tapped into my power yet again, then nearly
orgasmed from the sensations in my nipples as I started
firing two high-pressure blasts of milk from them. I aimed
my boobs at the fire, then started to hose it down.
I remained where I was, blasting the fire with huge
amounts of breast milk, each of my nipples acting like a
fire hose. The supply never even ran out, or showed any
sign of doing so, which wasn't surprising considering the
source. Not only was I keeping the fire from spreading, but
I was beginning to push it back a good bit as well.
"I'll bet this is the first fire to ever be put out
with milk," I laughed, "Especially breast milk." Of course,
the fire wasn't completely out yet, but that was beside the
point.
But by this point, the fire engines had finally
arrived and taken over, letting me stop my lactating and
back up. Sure, I could have kept it up for some time
longer, but what was the point? The professionals were
there to take over and I wasn't really needed anymore.
"Time to go," I announced, suddenly realizing that my
lunch hour was already over. "Damn..."
"Hold it right there Super Tits," a man called from
behind me. I turned and saw that it was one of the cops
with his gun pointed at me.
"Give it a rest," his partner growled from beside
him, "She just saved those people..."
I just rolled my eyes, "I don't have time for this."
And with that, I used my powers to make my breasts
inflate yet again, making them larger, even as I altered
their density and properties. This time however, instead of
becoming super dense to stop the car or really soft and
bouncy to catch those jumpers, I did something a little
different. This time, it was almost as though my boobs were
filled with helium...
"Bye-bye boys," I called out as my bodacious balloon
boobs began to lift me into the air.
I even waved, though with the position of my body, I
couldn't exactly look down and see them. Being pulled into
the air by my tits wasn't exactly the most comfortable or
convenient method of travel, but it was getting me out of
there quick.
It didn't take me long to be raised higher than most
of the buildings around me, and then the wind did most of
the work after that. I drifted for about two blocks before
I started to shrink my tits again, causing me to slowly
descend until I landed on top of a building.
"Try following me that way," I laughed, gently
holding onto my breasts as they returned to their 'normal'
massive size.
Then, I quickly looked around, seeing the door to get
down from the roof and hurrying to it. Once I was sure that
it was unlocked, I took one more look around to make sure
that no one was watching me.
Since it seemed to be safe, I let out a sigh of
relief and said the magic word, "Sagnozab," which was
Bazongas spelled backwards.
Suddenly, I felt the shiver run through my body that
told me that I was changing again. My breasts started to
recede, becoming smaller and smaller, even as the rest of
my body started to return to my more normal male form. And
I knew at the same time that my own clothes would soon
reform back around me, just as if nothing had happened to
them either.
I couldn't help letting out a sigh of loss as I felt
the power in my boobs fading away, going to wherever it
went when I wasn't using it. Perhaps back to the goddess
Bazongas.
When the transformation back to my normal male form
had stopped, I patted my once again flat chest and gave a
wry smile. It felt a bit strange going back to being flat-
chested after having that kind of size and power in my big
titties just minutes earlier. But I usually felt a bit odd
for few minutes after I changed back to myself and knew
that it would soon pass.
"Well," I announced to no one in particular, "I guess
Bigtop did her good deed for the day." But still, that name
almost made me sound like I should be in the circus, maybe
alongside that cow Heavyweight, billing myself as the girl
with the world's biggest tits. I laughed at that, "Maybe
Buxom Babe..."
However, a new name wasn't really that much of a
priority for me at the moment. After all, Bigtop was fairly
accurate. You couldn't get bigger than hers...
Then I suddenly looked down at my watch and started
cursing, having forgotten all about the time. My lunch hour
was over and I had to get back to work or risk losing my
job. With that, I ran for the roof door, pausing only for a
moment to look out and smile fondly. Being the world's most
buxom super babe might be a blast... but it didn't pay the
bills.
THE END
Louise
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