[Longbow9]

Fiora reached down and stroked the princess’s hair.
“My first day on the job with you, I got shot at, kidnapped and nearly caught in a thermonuclear explosion,” said Fiora “And my life has been in danger a thousand times since then. I could have quit any time in the past three years, but I chose not to. Do you know why?”
“Why?” Cassiopeia sniffed back some very un-royal tears.
“Because being your chauffer has been the biggest adventure of my life, and staying with you was my decision.”
Cassiopeia smiled.
“Well, I’m sorry, but it looks like this is our last adventure. I’ve finally gotten us into a situation that even my indestructible quantanium breastplate can’t get me out of…”
“Well, at least the past few hours have been almost enough fun to make up for it, right?”
Cassiopeia didn’t answer. Her eyes were dancing with ideas.
“Holy shit! My breastplate! Of course!” she leaped to her feet and shook Fiora by the shoulders, an action that sent ripples across the surface of her mammoth tits. “I can get us out of this!”
“But I thought you said the breastplate would only slow the process?”
“When I’m wearing it, but that’s not my plan. I’m going to take it off!”
“What!? We’ll be dead twice as fast, you said!”
“Fiora, this breastplate was forged in the heat of the Big Bang during the first millisecond of time. It’s completely indestructible to any force that can exist at the universe’s current level of entropy and opaque to all forms of radiation, including breastonic particles.”
“So? It’ll barely fit you in another twenty minutes.”
“It doesn’t have to fit me anymore. If I can get it up there, I can block the source of the radiation,” Cassiopeia pointed up at the glowing dome in the ceiling that was flooding the room with malicious radiation.
“How are you supposed to reach? There’s no way you can hold me up now!”
“Nope, you’re going to hold me up. All we have to do is wait…”
Hours passed and Fiora’s breasts continued to grow, swelling larger and larger until she could stand up with her boobs touching the floor.
“At least I don’t have to carry them anymore,” she said. “These damn things must weigh a ton by now.”
A half hour later, they weighed two tons each, and were growing faster than ever.
“You doing all right up there?” asked Fiora, looking up at the mountainous mammaries towering over her.
“Just a few more feet!” called Cassiopeia.
I just hope this works, she thought.
The princess could barely keep her breastplate on any more. She’d undone the straps nearly an hour ago and was now just pressing the precious quantanium to her chest, keeping the radiation out as best she could. Her tits had swelled to the size of basketballs and continued to grow larger every minute.
Every second that Fiora’s breasts grew brought Cassiopeia closer to the ceiling. The glowing dome was just a few feet outside her reach, now. She was close enough to the source of radiation that she could feel it tingling across her skin, and her tits were soaking up every particle they could.
“Whoosh,” Cassiopeia grunted with the effort of standing. Fighting the colossal weight of her own boobs and keeping her balance on Fiora’s was exhausting, and she still hadn’t recovered from her earlier “workout.”
Finally, the evil dome was within arm’s reach. Cassiopea took off her breastplate and lifted it up over her head, using it to block the radiation emissions from the dome.
“I’ve got it!” she called down.
From somewhere in the vast, pink mound of boobs that nearly filled the entire room, she heard Fiora’s voice call up something in an encouraging tone, but it was too muffled to make out.
“It’s not a perfect seal, but it doesn’t have to be,” said Cassiopeia. “All we need is to reflect enough of the radiation back into the emitter that it backs up into the facility. Hopefully that’ll happen before we’re crushed to death…”
Tense minutes passed. The electric tingle in Cassiopeia’s breasts was growing stronger every second, and she was drenched in sweat from the effort of supporting her ever-swelling chest. So close to the dome, they were gaining nearly a foot in diameter every ten seconds; their tops pressed against the ceiling and their bottoms squishing into Fiora’s cleavage.
Finally, the pair’s desperate gambit paid off. In the breastonic excitation room several floors above, warning lights began to flash and alarms wailed as the particle pressure in the massive generators began to build.
The technicians were helpless to contain the sudden buildup of breastonic radiation. In desperation, they summoned the titanic machine’s inventor and sole designer: Dr. Ketrigan Malevola.
“Vat is going on here? What haf you idiots done to my machine?” Dr. Malevola strode into the room, her leather greatcoat open at the front, displaying her impressive cleavage for all to see.
Her narrow, lily white face was twisted into a cruel sneer. She had all the beauty of an ice sculpture. All the inner warmth as well. She towered over the young technicians as she made a beeline for the duty manager. The poor girl stood rooted to the spot while everyone else backed off to a safe distance.
“We didn’t touch anything, doctor!” quivered the small brunette in a lab coat and glasses who had the misfortune of being the senior technician on duty at the time. She was so overwhelmed with fear, she could barely speak. “A-all of a sudden, the machines started going crazy!”
Dr. Malevola slapped the hapless technician hard across the face.
“Machines don’t just ‘go crazy!’” she shouted “They only go crazy from human incompetence!”
She strode across the room to the main control console and peered at the display. What she saw made her go white as a sheet.
“These figures can’t be right!” she exclaimed. “This means…”
The leather-clad dark scientist looked down at her chest. It had already grown from a DD to an E.
All around the room, technicians were realizing what was happening. Cries of panic (and a few of delight) filled the air as every breast in the room was flooded with breastonic particles.
“Shut the magnetons down! Shut them down!” bellowed Dr. Malevola.
“We can’t!” squealed one of the technicians, struggling to unbutton her lab coat before her soccer ball sized tits could burst the fabric. “It’s already backventing, if we shut it down now, it’ll explode!”
“The only way to relieve the pressure is to clear the blockage at the emitter end,” another technician spoke up, staggering beneath the weight of what looked like twin watermelons beneath her shirt.
Back down in the cell, things were looking grim. Cassiopeia was getting squeezed on three sides by the ceiling, Fiora’s ocean of boobs and her own massive tits, which were now easily the size of cars.
“Princess! Princess, can you hear me?” Fiora yelled.
“Yes, Fiora, I hear you.”
“I think somebody’s opening the door. I can hear the locks turning.”
“Good!”
“But once they get in, what will we do? We can’t move or fight like this!”
“We won’t have to,” said Cassiopeia. “They’ll be beaten as soon as they get the door open.”
The corridor outside the breastonic chamber was full of guards, each of them poised and ready to storm the room. Blondie slid her keycard in the lock and disengaged the bolts. The door slid open on hydraulics and…
Suddenly, the force pressing Cassiopeia to the ceiling vanished as Fiora’s breasts began to shrink rapidly to their original size.
“What’s happening!? They’re shrinking!” Fiora cried.
“Of course they are,” said Cassiopeia, sliding down the side of a breast the size of a small elephant. “The door is open.”