Chapter 1

Two travellers gazed up at the ominous wall before them. Easily a hundred feet high with a crease half way up, pale skin bronzing in the early morning sunlight, they admired the crest of Susan's thighs. She was sleeping on her side, her body arched as though she was spooning an invisible partner, but there wasn't a structure left on earth large enough to accommodate her titanic frame.

Looking north they could see her groin, tight stomach and two tremendous breasts that blocked any chance of seeing her head. Between them and it they could see her belly button, a gaping cavern fifty feet above them, large enough to fit a small tent. Southwards her titanic legs stretched out to the horizon, bending at the knees out of sight. She slept soundly, barely moving at all but they could see her chest gently rising and falling with each breath.

"How far forwards are we?" The first traveller called out, raising a camera to his eyes and snapping away at the giantess.

"Less than a week," the woman replied grimly, checking her notepad. She paused for a moment, waiting for the click of his camera to die down. "In this reality she nearly doubles every night."

"Her breasts look swollen," he muttered, striding back away from the cliff face of womanhood that rose up before them like a mountain. "Is this a reinitiated puberty strain?"

McCorral squinted at the dials on her watch and nodded "15% increased mass - fairly consistent with normal projections. Are you done James or can we move on? I have the tissue sample."

She held up a small sample jar containing a skin sample she'd extracted from Susan 's inner thigh. The titaness hadn't even felt the scratch they were so small. Their job was to document the phenomenom that was Susan - to search for a split in the time line where the world could be saved from its largest resident simply outgrowing it.

Here and now Susan - still deep asleep following her latest spurt, had just cleared 500 feet. Her hips were like a cliff face, a hundred feet tall. Standing she would block out the sun and, in all probability, not even notice the two of them as she squashed them underfoot. The local area was a wasteland; she had crushed an entire village as she'd grown; houses and gardens crumbling as her arms flailed out in her sleep. She'd clawed at anything she could touch and when digits a metre and a half wide wrap around stone and brick they crumble ad easily as sandcastles.

Susan wasn't vindictive or cruel - if anything she was lonely. But there was nothing the two of them could do to help her - not here and now. The best they could do was leave before she woke up and continued her slow journey to the coast.

It all came down to dates.

Susan began growing on August 3rd.

It began for a multitude of reasons. She was supposed to be the first human test subject of a matter transporter experiment exactly 5 years later but a freak sunstorm had shorted out the quantum tunnel and sent her back along her own time line. A freak anomaly in her DNA coupled with an incident between herself and a Berkswell Mass Generator when she was 18 meant that additional mass was being generated by her own potential futures, streamed back to here and now and absorbed by her body at a constant rate.

The growth started August 3rd. She would continue to grow until she died.

Now it was August 7th and Susan was the largest living creature to ever step foot on Planet Earth. Within a week she would replace Planet Earth as the fifth largest body orbiting the sun. Casualty rates would be 100%.

But it didn't have to be like that.

James reached for the temporal lock and sighed, "Shall we skip to the endgame?"

"Why bother?" Stella McCorral replied, "We've documented thirteen varients of this scenario."

"Because we should," James replied. "Shoot us forwards six days."

The world went black. The titanic form of Susan dominating the eastern skyline disappeared, leaving just darkness in her place. Slowly his eyes began to adjust and he could see pinpricks of starlight above him; sharper and more focused than ever visible on earth. The atmosphere was thin here...

"Where are we?" He asked Stella.

"Right breast," she replied softly, pointing at a vast structure in the distance that was just becoming visible in the astray light of the stars. It didn't look like a mountain because there had never been a mountain on earth as large as that. The ground just rose, up and up and up, growing to a scale beyond human comprehension. He could just see a peak, somewhere up there, a nub that represented the peak. "25,000 miles east of her nipple. Hold still and you can feel her breathing beneath us."

James quickly adjusted the settings on his camera and began to document. No one could explain how Susan survived at this stage, apparently oxygen was part of he mass being generated by the temporal feedback causing her to grow. She'd survive out here, in deep space, with her own heat and gravity causing a rich oxygenated atmosphere to slowly develop around her. She lived on, increasingly lonely as the sky darkened around her.

"Any survivors?"

It was rare but once, on a fractal varients from this one, purely by chance humanity had survived the breaking of the earth. A community had built ships and colonised her before it was too late. It was postulated this was the best chance humanity had regardless of their efforts. James disagreed. This future wasn't just bad for the casualties, it was bad for Susan.

They could slow her growth, reduce the exponential way it accelerated every day, she need not loose all contact with humanity. Even if they couldn't stop her from increasing they could give her a life back, and reduce the guilt she'd go through when the fateful day came. The universe and her could coexist - after all it was big enough for the both of them...

"She's dreaming," Stella said, pointing her scanner northwards and down, through the pale skin of Susan's breast and towards approximately her head. "Retreated into a coma like state - just like every other varients on this logarithmic."

"We had to check, " James replied sadly, hitting the recall button on his watch.

The sky went dark and then bright again. They were back home. Back in the research lab surrounded by the team, back in a world of people and technology and structures. Men and women were scurrying around them, checking meter readings and emailing results upwards to head office.

August 3rd... The day Susan began to grow.

Chapter 2

Swarms of researchers ran around the warehouse, dashing from an array of instrument banks on one wall to the sensors hooked up to Susan’s arms and legs. She had counted around thirty of them; although she only knew two by name. Over two thirds of them were men and she was naked; in normal circumstances she would be blushing but they were past that now. Long past normal concerns about privacy and personal space. From now on she had no privacy, with no chance of getting any ever again, and the whole world would become her personal space.

Doctor Forman stepped forwards, approaching her right foot which was taller than him. She flexed her toes and inwardly smiled at the way he recoiled slightly; they had to learn to respect her strength. Not that she was capricious; just that they were so fragile. She didn’t want to spend her life as though she was treading on eggshells; she needed to retain some contact with the rest of the world, but every small reminder of her strength would keep them aware. If they relied on her to remain completely static; as they had done so far, they would begin to treat her just as an object; a ‘thing’.

Doctor Forman held up a clipboard containing the results of the latest batch of tests. They were monitoring her vital signs; her growth rate and hormone levels. He gazed up at her; her wide hips that filled the base of the warehouse and plump breasts that swelled visibly fuller by the hour. He was gawping, the only one in the room who dared to do it openly, as he was the only man she knew by name. The rest did it with sly looks as though scared of catching her eye. She let him gawp; plenty of people would be doing it soon enough. She just wished she could look on herself from his perspective; and watching a video of herself through a projector against the far wall wasn’t enough. A picture of her from below didn’t give her the feel of her presence, it just looked like a picture taken from… well, below.

 “Good news Doctor?” she asked, shivering slightly. They had turned up the air conditioning and she could feel wafts of cold air running up and down her body. Her nipples were standing proud; surely the scientists had noticed. Each nub stood half as tall they were. Wasn’t that hint enough?

 “Your growth has stabilised Susan,” he said proudly; “If things continue as they have then we predict it will eventually be restricted down to a 1% increase in mass per calendar month . With the correct hormone balancing we can direct the growth around your body as you desire. Your growth rate is slowing but we have restricted it to your chest as we discussed earlier?”

“How much bigger?” Susan asked quickly, cupping her breasts. They were so large now; big, weighty appendages containing enough fat to keep a family of Inuit’s alive for a month. The largest breasts in the world…. She’d held that record for several weeks now but she wasn’t far off that relative to the rest of her. “These must be… Beyond F Cups! Can someone measure them please? I think I really need a bra.”

“One will be made as soon as you stabilise,” Doctor Forman promised. He was passed another pad of paper from a small, trim woman who had just written down some vital statistics and handed them over. “Constance estimates that, relative to your size, you’re a J cup! But your band size would be quite meaningless. However your regular sessions must continue… I know it can be an inconvenience but letting it built up will cause problems. We need to restrict further growth as much as possible!”

Her regular sessions… Susan groaned inwardly and thought back to her first ‘session’.

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3 weeks earlier:

Susan stumbled out into the blazing heat of the mid afternoon sun feeling... she wasn't sure what she felt but it wasn't good.

Her bra was digging into her chest, and a sudden hot flush which had overtaken her half way through clearing out Dr. Forman's science lab had made it unbearable. She'd picked up a device... no idea what it was... and it had felt like an electric spark had leapt from her fingers, rushed up and down her body and all of a sudden she'd felt hot and sweaty.

But her boobs had been swollen for a few days now. It was worse than the usual monthly cycle, and it had started ever since the extra immunisation jab she'd been told to have last week. They'd warned water retention was a common side effect but this was unbelievable.

"Still starring at your own titties Susan? How many times do I have to tell you to stop playing with yourself in public!"

Dr. Stone, a short woman whose eyes were only just level with Susan's abundant chest (that swimming pool visit had been an awkward office day out) emerged behind her.

"Emily, I wasn't," Susan replied angrily. "It's this bra, it keeps pinching me and digging into my back. I need to get a new one."

"Well try to adjust yourself somewhere less public," Emily admonished her gesturing at the crowded street outside the research institute. "We want more media attention but not that kind."

"Yes ma'am," Susan sighed. She glanced down and for a second, frowned, as there was just an inch more of her up top obscuring the ground than she was used to. "I'm going to visit the medical centre - I seem to be reacting badly to that vaccine."

"Come back when you’re done," Dr Stone sighed and strode back inside. "This institute won't run itself. And wear a thicker shirt tomorrow - when you spun around in there you nearly poked my eye out."

Susan grimaced at the reference to her nipple which were more engorged than ever, both proudly poking right through her bra and shirt no matter how much she tried to pad them down. But in the summer heat thicker shirts was the last thing she wanted...

She crossed to the medical centre trying not to notice the stares from all around her. Her chest felt particularly prominent today - more so than usual, and no matter how she tried to hide them they just.... announced themselves.

As she didn't have an appointment she was put in a reception room and told to wait. She sat down and tried to ignore the itching, burning sensation coming from each breast. Less than a minute passed however before a young man bounded into the room, brow covered in sweat and excited panted: "Susan, follow me please, we've been expecting you."

Confused she followed him up to a second floor office where he offered her a chair, a glass of water, which she accepted gratefully and a large plastic bottle connected to two rubber tubes with funnels on the end. She stared at them blankly.

"Breast pumps," he explained; "It would be best if you put them on now whilst I explain."

She was going to argue but right now each nipple felt as though it was on fire. The itchy heat was concentrating around them and they were more prominent than ever, swollen nubs sticking right through the bra and shirt. Reluctantly she undressed and gingerly placed the funnel over her right nipple. The man flicked a switch and, almost immediately she saw something white spurt into the hose. It came out… almost instantly. She would have yelped in surprise but somehow it didn’t surprise her at all. The pain in her nipple was already fading, replaced with something... almost serene.

As she quickly attached the other one he began to explain. "I am sorry for the deception Susan - I can explain. This is not a side reaction to your jab last week - it was the entire point. We have primed your body ready for what happened in the lab today and now..."

She would have leapt to her feet but she was tethered to the desk. Her breasts, balls of agony just a minute ago were now just warm and... Pleasant.  The suction on the hoses felt like gentle caresses through her hair... she glanced down and the 2 litre bottle and was shocked to see it was nearly a quarter full!

"What happened in the lab today?" Susan repeated aghast. "Back the hell up. Who are you and what the fuck is happening to me?"

"We primed you to avert a catastrophe," the man replied, grimacing apologetically as he showed her his phone. "I'm from the future and this is my proof."

He showed her a picture of himself standing by... her. She was smiling, two thumbs up, grinning at the camera. But it was impossible, she had never met the man before.

"What crackpot story..."

"This is you from a possible alternative future. In it you never had the jab last week. The incident in the lab today... nearly killed you."

"Incident?" She repeated, recalling the spark that had leapt out of Dr. Forman's machine as she had started dismantling it. "What the fuck does that have to do with my breasts?"

"Pretty soon.... everything," the man replied grimly. "Let me change the bottle and then you should let me take you to a facility where I can show you the net results of Dr. Forman's work."

She glanced down and was shocked to see the 2 litre plastic bottle was already full. Two litres in five minutes - her nipple were spurting frothy white liquid out like there was no tomorrow. But it didn't feel painful - just oddly pleasant. The relief of evacuation... but continuous, never ending. The constant gentle pull on her breasts wasn’t strong; it didn’t need to be, her breasts gave their juices up gladly. She didn’t feel as though it was draining her; if anything it had just cancelled out a pressure that had been building from within her for some time now.

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Doctor Forman glanced at the great container that contained the milk Susan produced now. After three weeks of continuous growth she now filled 50 litres three times a day and whilst her body mass was currently only increasing by 1-2 % a day her production rate was increasing by nearly a third in that period. They could slow her growth increase, never stop it, but the cost would be frothy milk. In a month she would fill an Olympic swimming pool in a day. How big must her breasts become to generate that supply?

The calculations were phenomenal and his team had been working on it for months. They had visited countless parallel worlds, spoken to hundreds of ‘other’ Susan’s to gauge their reactions. A part of him was horrified at the trick they had played on this one; ‘their’ Susan as it was, drugging her with an experimental lactation drug a week before the incident. But it was the only conceived scenario where Susan and humanity could coexist. He had authorised it only after extensive testing showed it could work, would work.

Susan’s milk production was fed by the same phenomenon that caused her growth; by circumventing its power they could slow her growth to a crawl. She need not eat or drink in that time, her body would self sustain, and the milk would be generated as it was extracted. Still, the growth necessary in her was due to her capability to expel not contain. She might be able to generate it on the spot but every millilitre had to be pumped through two single valves.

Grimacing he glanced out of his office window as the great tankers filling up on the liquid to carry it away. They would need more; many more. A fleet of them would be required. He ought to ensure that was being arranged.

And each day the problems would only mount further….

Chapter 3:

Day and night tankers rolled through the compound doors; the road clogging with tailbacks as vehicles waited to be permitted access to the high security site. The secure entrance had been widened twice to ease the congestion but the small road just wasn't built to handle this volume of traffic.

They had moved Susan to as remote a site as possible but that had turned out to be their undoing. The small local population was outraged; demanding to know why their roads were suddenly clogged with heavy goods vehicles at all hours of day and night. Conspiracists began suggesting random ideas about what the government was planning; what could they be up to?
  Suffice to say none of their ideas came close to the truth.

Everything looked to be under control until one of the great tankers slipped into a pothole on the ever stretched road and spilled it's cargo. One hundred litres of fresh milk dumped onto the interstate... And that's when the real questions began.

Susan, of course, was unaware of the sustained media interest outside of the facility. She was still growing but now 90% of her mass went straight to her tits. She could still stand in the warehouse, just, if she inclined her head but there wasn't room to walk around. They had pursuaded her to stay inside when all she wanted to do was run around for just ten minutes; to stretch her legs and arms and feel the fresh air. She'd begged Doctor Forman "surely I could go out at night? Just for half an hour. No one would see," but never really expected him to accept.

He would soon, she knew... Her growth was slowing but not that much. Eventually when she was big enough they would have to let her out. By then of course running might be out of the question. She hadn't had long enough to get used to the expanding weight on her chest, she'd only had a few days to enjoy the new 'bounce' they brought with them before they locked her in here for her own protection.

For her own protection and for the great milking tank rigged in the corner. She was addicted to it. They had her hooked; like a smoker craving the next cigarette her teats craved the tug of those pumps.
  When she was full they ached, when she was empty she longed for the sensation to come back. She was scared that one day they would hook her up to those things and never turn it off... And she might not have the willpower to tear herself away from the bliss.

In truth they only stopped because she filled their great tank. Because she produced too much for them to handle. She could just hear the trucks pulling up outside, was vaguely aware of the cosntant sound of engines revving up. She could just make out the tiny dials going up and down; little pinpricks that dictated how long she'd have to wait for her next chance of pleasure.

Her right hand idly reached up to stroke her right breast, fingers larger than tree trunks gently caressed her swollen orbs. Her nipple was turgid, large even to her, but it must be enormous to anyone normal sized. Tentatively, savouring every brush of skin against skin, she stroked out towards the end of her red nub and then squeezed.

Her mind swam back to a night four weeks before when she'd first experienced this bliss.

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Four weeks before:

Susan perched in the centre of the double bed, thighs spread outwards so her knees hung over either side of the mattress. Carefully she swung her head from side to side, just checking she wasn't in danger of catching the ceiling, but fortunately she still had a few inches to go.

They had hidden her in a cheap motel. A cheap, quiet one that they had carefully shut down for the day so no one would catch her passing through on her way to the facility. Outside a squadron of soldiers were patrolling the grounds, ensuring she wasn't disturbed.

Her eyes ran over the cheap decor; the cracking wallpaper and the worn carpet. She'd stayed in worse places but never by choice. The only thing this motel had going for it was the location. Quiet; secure; remote.

Well, she aught to make the most of it. She'd spent the journey up hiding in the back of a truck hooked up some brand new milking cups because her breasts had outgrown the ones she'd been supplied before. They'd arrived a few hours ago and she'd left the pumps in the truck; stupidly thinking she would be done for the day. After all those hours of gentle stimulation on the road she'd built up a need for relief.

Then she'd seen the bed they expected her to sleep on and laugh. A double mattress! She laid herself across it; hands outstretched so she could touch the floor on either side of the bed, head on the pillows but her knees on the floor and feet against the far wall. It was pathetic, but, unfortunately all they had.

Sheer annoyance had put any thoughts of self gratification right out of her head. She'd curled up, as best as she could, and tried to sleep. But then, after a few hours, a dull aching in her breasts had woken her up. She needed releif again.

Not bothering to call for help, after all why should she, she sat up and began to kneed at her breasts. It was quicker and queiter and... she discovered quickly, so good. The sensation was different to the pumps, it wasn't consant and tickling, it was raw and sensual. And she was in complete control! She could start, stop, speed up, slow down... Every fresh tug sent a bolt of pleasure through her body!

"Are you all right in there?" someone shouted through the door. Susan gasped, realising that she had been moaning. The feeling from her breasts had just been too good. Hands darted from her breasts, white drops pooling on the ends of her nipples. She glanced down and saw the bed was soaked.

"Yes," she called back, "I'm fine."

"Do you need anything?" the man asked, a touch of concern in his voice.

"Can you fetch my pumps from the van?"

"Umm.... Yes ma'am," there were footsteps and then silence. Susan blushed crimson and resisted the urge to finish what she had started. Soon the footsteps returned and the soldier began rapping smartly on the door.

"Come in," she called hopefully, knowing she hadn't bothered locking the door on arrival. She watched excitedly as the door inched gently open and a man stood there, dressed in army fatigues, clutching her oversized breasts pumps to his chest. He was short... well, no, he was probably average height but to her that didn't appear more than 3-4 feet. Just larger than a toddler! So cute! "Come closer sergeant, I won't bite."

"Umm...." he hesitated. He looked uncomfortable. Susan had rarely felt this power  before and she revelled in it. "Thank you ma'am. Where do you want these?"

"On my nipples Sergeant," she replied languidly; "That is what they are for!"

 "You want my assistance?" he gulped, eyes widening in shock. It wasn't horror it was... desire, lust, fear, all rolled into one! She jutted out her chest hopefully and grinned her most seductive smile at him. He wilted before her but the prominent bulge between his legs gave him away.

"Come here," she instructed, "Put down those little things and lets do this properly. I think my breasts are swelling up. Do they look swollen to you?" He nodded, sidling closer to the bed. "I forgot to introduce myself Sergeant. My name is Susan and I need your assistance."

"Sergeant Willis Ma'am," he said, eyes glued to her chest. Once upon a time she would have screamed bloody murder but right now it was power that dominated her thoughts. Power over this puny man who would do anything she commanded. "Jason to my friends."

"Well Jason," Susan smiled; "Which of these do you think is larger?" she turned her body, swinging each breast from side to side so he got a good look at them both. "They feel quite swollen tonight! I just can't sleep!"

He stared at her for quite a while before committing.

"This one," he said, pointing at her right breast. She'd been milking predominantly her left but the difference was marginal. "It looks so much redder than the other!"

"Well Jason," she repeated, "I find myself a woman in need. Can you help me?"

She wrapped each of her hands around him and hefted him onto the bed. He stood before her, eyes about level hers even though she was sitting, and she thrust her right breast up towards him. His hands, small, so delicate compared to hers, gently cupped her enormous breast that was bigger than his head and then some.

He could only just fit her nipple into his mouth!

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Susan smiled primly down at the minute figure stood before her.

The first time she'd met Jason Willis he'd been a toddler compared to her. Now he was Barbie sized. He'd watched her shoot up, and up, and up, and never once complained. He treated her with awe and reverenc, almost like some kind of goddes...

"I think my breasts are too big for your little mouth Jason," she whispered down to him. He smiled hopefully up at her anyway and she delighted in his unwavering gaze. "But I left my left one alone just for you. Do you want to come up and see if you can help me! I'm so full I think I might burst anyway!"

"Yes Susan," he cried as the titanic woman scooped him up and deposited him on her left breast. She was laid back, half sitting hald lieing, giving him the most stable platform possible to stand on. Her nipple was more than half as tall as he was, thick and round.

He smiled up at her watchful face, she was grinnning down at him, watching as he approached her swollen dug. It was a challenge she had made him play every night; too see if he was strong enough to summon milk from deep within her chest.

He wrapped each arm around her nipple, planted his feet besides her, and began to half wrestle and half hump it. He fell to his knees and plunged his face into her tip, kissing and sucking on the indent, hoping it would open up.

All the while Susan watched, amused and enjoying the sensation of a man having his way with her. That was all she could get from them now, she was so large, so epic, they would only ever offer a slight diversion.

But if she could attract more men like Jason Willis, more followers eager to devote themselves to her.... That might be the way forwards.

Her hands ran down her hips and slipped between her legs. She wasn't sure if he even noticed as she rubbed frantically, maybe noticing the way the ground beneath him buckled slightly, but he was enraptured with her body anyway.

And she dreamed about what she would do when she left this horrible place and the real Susan was let loose upon the world.  

Susan walked from the warehouse to an aircraft hangar at night; surrounded by a full military convoy and a rigid no fly zone was set with a radius of twenty miles around her route.

It was the first time she had been outside in weeks and she was loving the freedom afforded her, even if it was just momentary. Her problem was they wanted her to travel so slowly… Of course the quicker she went the less chance she would be spotted but even at a walking pace she easily outstripped the patrol cars that were supposed to be ahead of her. They were tiny little thing; like matchbox toy cars, each smaller than her feet. They told her each car was sitting at 80 miles an hour but she felt like she was barely moving; inching forward step by step. And with every passing hour the pressure in her breasts grew and she became more and more impatient for the relief of the pumps once again.

“How does it feel Jason?” she whispered at the tiny man sat in the palm of her hand. She held him tightly; it wasn’t comfortable to keep her hand extended before her at all times. A little too firm perhaps; she had felt him struggling a bit to remind her to loosen off every now and then, but her little passenger was used to her rough handling by now. She held her hand flat now and he spread out in her spacious palm, as large as a king size bed only much, much warmer.  “To be carried around by the statue of liberty?”

Doctor Forman had announced that morning that she had reached 46 m tall; the same height as the great woman outside New York. Susan had struck a pose, lifting her arm aloft, holding an imaginary torch.

“You look nothing like the statue of liberty,” Jason said, pointing down at her prestigious chest. It was covered by a great pale blue sheet; at her size and stature a full bra was beyond their capability but for this night stroll they had at least bowed to her need for modesty. After more than a month stark naked she had forgotten what it was like; the tarpauling tugged at her, pushing her breasts together. 8 m tall, almost as wide and protruding 5 m from her chest she they bounced and jiggled wife a life of their own. Susan grinned; she wasn’t just endowed, the full bosom that she’d inherited from her mother had morphed to dominate her entire upper body. With each step they swung up and down, mesmerising her entourage below who  couldn’t fathom how something so massive could travel so swiftly. “You look amazing!”

“Trying to earn yourself a closer look?” she grinned down at the little man in her hand. “I think at my current size if you tried that I might crush you little man.”

“There are worse ways to go,” Jason replied curtly, instinctively rolling sideways as her hand curled around him. Her fingers, that from a distance looked delicate and nimble, were each as long as he was tall and more than a foot across. She held him so delicately, he never once felt in danger than she might squeeze the life out of him (which she so easily could) but he was still in awe of her supreme power.

And she was only going to get bigger. Doctor Forman was certain now, they had slowed the growth as much as they could, so now a 1% increase a month was inevitable. She would be as tall as the hangar that was being repurposed as her home in 2.8 years, 100 m tall in six and a half and as tall as the Eiffel Tower in 16 years. How long could they keep that secret?

They couldn’t. Susan had expressed, several times, that she wanted to visit the Eiffel Tower before she outgrew it. She wanted to door a tour of world monuments whilst she was still small enough to fit on public streets without crushing everything around her. She didn’t have many firm demands but this was one of them…

Which left Doctor Forman with a massive headache. When would they tell the world? When would they admit that in 25 years they would have a woman half a mile tall. When would they explain to every world leader there was no stopping her; not without disastrous consequences. Who would accept the inevitability that keeping Susan sweet on the human race, very shortly to be reduced to no more than tiny little insects compared to her vastness, was the only acceptable outcome? He was planning ahead in the firm knowledge that when retired she would be 2 miles tall and he, and every other human on the planet, would to her be no more than 1 puny centimetre.

At least he’d be gone before the real trauma started.

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3 months earlier

Susan sat in the centre of the warehouse.

Doctor Forman, three of his lackeys, General Dodgson, two of his lackeys, four lawyers and two women in black suits who hadn’t given their names stood around her. The twelve of them formed a circle focused in on her. Even sat on her ass she was taller than any of them; the shortest (black suit, red hair) was level with the whirring breast pumps that had been going nonstop since she had arrived that morning.

“We want to set up a company,” Doctor Forman explained, glancing up at Susan for reassurance as he said it. Ever since he had proposed his plan to her he’d been nervous. To her relief she’d accepted every word; agreed it was the perfect thing to do; only she’d insisted no decisions be made without her. If Susan’s Milk Company (name to be decided later) was to exist then she would be the chair-woman. After all she was the source; it was only right she have final say on what happened to her offering. “As her production rate will only increase exponentially we want to start exploring distribution routes as soon as possible.”

“How long have you been wearing those?” the red head asked Susan directly, almost ignoring Doctor Forman entirely.

“About four hours.”

“Your nipples must be chafing horribly,” the red head winced, her own hand dropping to her own pudgy breasts reflexively. “You do realise what this will require?”

“She requires it anyway,” Doctor Forman explained softly; “The more we milk the slower she will grow. The mass has to go somewhere; we re-divert it into usable produce. Perfectly safe for human consumption, full of both energy and nutrients. Of course we can’t tell anyone where it’s coming from, not at first.”

“Not ever if possible,” General Dodgson replied. He looked awkward, stood between these scientists and federal lawyers, completely out of place. He hadn’t been hostile in the slightest, not yet, but his attitude had been getting on Susan’s nerves. And one of his aides had been openly gawking at her all day.

She knew she was beautiful; she knew her sheer size and half nakedness (extra- extra large hot pants had been acquired for her groin but for her top half only the pumps themselves would fit) would turn heads, but whilst most of the men and women around her stared they at least managed to contain it to short glances. This man was practically drooling.

“We will have to at some point General,” Susan replied before anyone else could reply. “We did discuss this.”

“But that will be years away,” Doctor Forman suggested trying to smooth the general over, aware at the same time of the disapproving glance Susan was shooting his way. “We have plenty of time to plan for that eventuality. In the mean time we could feed thousands of starving children; the supply is almost endless.”

“As is the potential for market collapse,” one of the lawyers chimed in with something he’d clearly been pondering for some time; “You’ll devalue the entire market if you flood it with new produce.”

“We won’t sell it as normal milk;” Susan replied curtly; “It’s got to be special. Market it as some form of budget pro-biotic, one made sweet and specifically mixed for human consumption.”

“And we can use it for other things. It’s a little known fact milk can make an excellent fertilizer, I’ve been doing some tests and Susan’s milk is excellent for house plants. We can sell it as a GM free additive for farmers, we can mix it into a thousand other products; the possibilities are endless. What isn’t endless is our capacity to store it; we must start right away or we will be sitting on a lake of sour milk in no time.”

“Well we don’t want an ecological disaster,” the red head smiled; “Doctor Forman, I think we are all in agreement. I suggest we reconvene tomorrow once the lawyers have drawn up the initial plans and we give Susan a pen as soon as possible. I’m sure she’ll want to sign her own name whilst she’s still able.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” Susan said, blinking furiously. “I’d forgotten how small pens were. I’m not sure I could even hold one now.”

“We’ll have an extra-large one brought specially,” the red head smiled. “If that’s all gentlemen I’d like a few minutes with Susan alone.” Most of the circle began to turn to go but Doctor Forman began to stutter as though he wanted to protest but didn’t dare. “Don’t worry Doctor; I just want to check Susan is comfortable; that you haven’t been mistreating her.”

“He’s been the perfect host,” Susan replied. Doctor Forman nodded meekly and followed the others out of the circle. The red head slowly approached until she was just inches away from the pumps. Her eyes were narrow, her smile broad, her hands clenched by her sides not with anger but excitement. “Do you want a closer look?”

“I need to see,” the red head replied; “I’m sorry Susan but your body… You don’t know what a marvel you are. Ever since I learnt about you I’ve wanted to come visit; I knew I had to be assigned your case, but in the flesh you are so…”

“Come here,” Susan reached the pump and, with some effort, popped it off her engorged breast. Her enflamed nipple hovered in the air, inches from the red-head’s face, droplets of thick white fluid coalescing around the tip. Susan grinned down at the woman, watching with glee as she took in a breast several times larger than her own head. “Don’t be scared; I won’t bite.”

“But I might,” the woman whispered before diving in.

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When Susan arrived at the hangar she was pleasantly surprised.

There was a good 15 m gap between her head and the ceiling so she didn’t need to worry about banging her head any time soon. Several industrial heaters had been set around the room in a desperate attempt to raise the air temperature. It was a futile attempt but she didn’t mind; the larger she got the less she noticed the cold.

Most importantly the new pump system, installed only the other day, was ready and waiting for her. She went straight to it, depositing little Jason on the floor whilst she hooked herself up to the parachute sized cups. Her milk was flowing in seconds; her breasts were always ready these days to start flowing at a moment’s notice.

The sun was only an hour from rising so she didn’t get much sleep. She dozed in the corner of the room, half away but mostly just enjoying the sensation of relief after holding it in all night. She ignored the little men and woman swarming around outside the building, getting everything in place for her.

Little servants…

The idea tickled her. Technically they were working for Doctor Forman but ever since she had signed the contract labelling her CEO of ‘Lait Probiotique Ltd.’ they were all working for her. The French name had been her idea; she thought it added a romantic and continental element that people would appreciate. And one day, years from now, she’d get to put one breast on either side of the Eiffel Tower for a photoshoot that would go down in living memory.

She had plans for what she’d do when she outgrew this hangar. Every day, cooped up, waiting for the inevitable she mulled them over. But she was in no rush; the slower the grew the easier the transition would be. Each inch was to be savoured not ignored.

But the Jeddah Tower in Saudi Arabia better be ready. They hadn’t even finished building it yet but she knew, had a conviction, that in 25 years, if Doctor Forman had done his sums right, she’d be paying that construction site a visit to show the world that she was tallest man made thing on the planet.