This story is the third in a trilogy of tales about big breasts
doing bad things.  If all goes well, I plan to continue writing
more tales after the this one. *Also, if anyone is wondering about
the time line of these stories...Tale 3 takes place before the
first two and Tale 2 takes place before Tale 1.  Gigantic naked
breasts will be depicted in these tales.  If local laws forbid
someone your age to read about gigantic naked breasts doing naughty
things, do not read this story.
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**   If you skipped the paragraph above, please go back and read
     the starred statement.  It's relevant to the trilogy.

Tales from the Bra
by Wren
1996

Tale Three:

Feast of the Tammy Knockers:  The Origins of Grimaldi

     "Massive destruction and chaos are what's left in the wake of
what meteorologists are calling the 'Storm of the Century.'  Luck
is on our side here in West Bejeezus, as we seem to have escaped
the full force of the storm.  Power is still down in the rural
communities on the south eastern part of the county, but repair
crews expect to have everything up and running again by midnight
to...SHHHHHHHHHHHH."
     "Damn.  I knew I should have bought some spare batteries for
this thing."
     Tamira Decant switched off her dead radio and turned on the
faucet in her bathtub.  She set down her candle, removed her
clothing and put on a red terrycloth bathrobe.
     Tammy muttered to herself as she picked up her candle and went
to the linen closet for a towel.  "I'd better use the hot water
while it's still hot.  I knew I shouldn't have moved to the
country.  Damn power always goin' out..."
     CRASH!  SPLASH!
     "What the hell was that?!"
     Tammy raced back to her bathroom to find a large hole in her
ceiling, directly over her bathtub.  Steam filled the room.
     "Holy shit!" she gasped, inspecting the damage.  "What did
this?  There's no trees nearby."
     Slowly the steam cleared and in the center of the shattered
pieces of her porcelain bathtub and the boiling puddles of water
was a strange rock with a pink glow.
     "Oh wow, a meteor!" she thought.  Her excitement quickly faded
as she once again glanced over all the damage the rock had done. 
Rain was now falling through the hole in her roof and flowing down
the bathtub drain.
     "Why me," groaned Tammy.  "Well, I guess I'd better call
someone to come get this thing.  It might be radioactive or
something."  She picked up her phone, but it was dead.  "Damn
storm."  Quickly she ran upstairs to her bedroom and put on a C-cup
bra and some panties.  She had trouble fastening her bra, so she
cast it aside and put on a large blue nightshirt.
     She raced back down the stairs to the garage and got in her
pickup truck.  The ignition only clicked when she tried to start
it.  "Jeez, the battery's dead!  What else could go wrong?"
     As if on cue, she heard a loud bang come from inside the house
somewhere.  She went back to the bathroom to see if her roof had
caved in.  She was shocked to find the meteor split in two.
     "It was hollow?  That's weird....Ahhhh!" Tammy screamed when
she turned around and saw two small creatures standing behind her. 
Each was about two feet tall and had bulbous heads and large black
eyes.  They looked as if they had jumped right out of a tabloid
newspaper.
     "Oh my God, ALIENS!"  The two creatures stared at her blankly. 
"I've got to get out of here!"  Tammy ran upstairs to her bedroom,
slammed the door shut, and locked it.  She leaned against the door,
panting.  "I can't believe this is happening!...  Wait a minute, I
can't stay here."  Tammy decided that her best move would be to
leave her house and run to her nearest neighbor, miles away.  She
opened the bedroom door and prepared to bolt.
     "Ahhhhhh!"  The two aliens were standing right outside,
staring blankly.  She slammed the door shut again.  "Shit!  They're
waiting for me.  Why don't they just leave?  What do they want from
me?!"  She heard faint murmuring outside.
     Tammy got on her hands and knees and then lay flat on her
stomach, looking underneath the door.  She saw two pairs of alien
feet, still there, standing perfectly still.  She imagined they
could probably stay there for hours, or days even.  While she was
on the floor, she felt a peculiar sensation.  Her breasts were
tingling.  In fact, they felt pretty good squashed against the
floor the way they were.  She stood up and unbuttoned the top few
buttons of her nightshirt.
     "Jeez, they're swollen!  I must have been laying on the floor
too long."  The tingling sensation was rapidly becoming painful
now.  Her breasts appeared to have swollen several inches.  Once
again, she heard faint murmuring.  She knew it would hurt, but she
decided to take another peek under the door.  "Ow ow ow."  She saw
the alien feet again.  They were in exactly the same position they
were before.  Strangely, she was finding it very difficult to stay
low enough to continue peering under the door.
     "Ow!  Ouch!  Damnit!  What's wrong with me?"  The pain was
increasing, and almost felt as though she was slowly levitating,
yet her breasts remained firmly in contact with the floor.  She
quickly stood, held her nightshirt away from her chest and gazed
down between the top few buttons to see what was happening to her
body.  This time, her problems were clear - her breasts were
growing!  The swelling was gradual, but fast enough that she could
see that her breasts would soon be larger than two ripe melons. 
The pain had turned back into a numb tingling sensation, but now
pressure was building inside her breasts as well.  She was starting
to worry that she might burst like a balloon.  She noticed that the
murmuring outside had grown louder.
     "It's the aliens who are causing this," thought Tammy.  "God,
I don't want to let them in...but I have to do something."  She
squeezed her breasts with her hands.  They were almost spherical,
and her skin was feeling tighter and tighter.  They were now each
larger than volleyballs, and she felt her shirt begin to tighten. 
She wrapped her arms around them, hugging them firmly.  She felt
like a human balloon.  She was beginning to fear that the aliens
wouldn't stop.
     Finally, Tammy built up the courage to open the door.  As soon
as she turned the knob the murmuring stopped, and so did her
breasts.  She breathed a sigh of relief and continued to slowly
open the door.  Outside, there was no sign of the aliens.  Tammy
peered cautiously into the hallway.  She didn't see them anywhere. 
"They're gone..."  She searched the hall and then went downstairs
to the bathroom.  The rock was still there, but no sign of the
aliens.  "Oh thank goodness!"  Tammy breathed a sigh of relief,
feeling the strain that it put on her tight nightshirt.   She
climbed back up the stairs.  "What a bizarre night!  I wonder if
anyone will believe me when I tell them?  Hmm...of course they'll
believe me...They'll have to, when they see these!"  Tammy galloped
over to her bedroom mirror and removed her nightshirt, admiring her
new figure.  "Here's my proof right here!  There's no other way I
could grow these over night!  It's a good thing they stopped when
they did...I'd have been huge!"
     She shook her shoulders experimentally, jiggling her bosom. 
The shaking and swaying of her breasts rocked her entire body, and
nearly threw her off balance.  Her skin was still tingling, and
that annoying pressure was still there...in fact, she could swear
she heard a faint sloshing sound.  "Strange..." thought Tammy as
she turned from the mirror.

*    *    *

     "AHHHHHHH!" she screamed as she noticed for the first time the
two little aliens standing behind her.  This time they didn't have
a blank stare, however.  Their eyes glowed like fire and they had
a fierce expression on their faces.  They immediately pounced on
Tammy, latching on to her bare, swollen nipples with their mouths. 
"Get off me!"  She pounded them with her fists and tugged at their
thin rubbery bodies, but they would not release their grip on her
tits.  "Stop!  Leave me alone!  Stop it!  NO!  No no no..." 
Suddenly, Tammy realized that the nagging pressure inside her
breasts was going away.  "That feels much better," she thought. 
She slowly relaxed as she realized the aliens' suckling felt
pleasurable.  She was beginning to wonder if they weren't as evil
as she thought they were...after all, they gave her an amazing
chest, and now they were sucking greedily on her large sensitive
nipples.  Tammy decided they can't be all bad.
     After several minutes, the aliens finally detached themselves. 
Tammy once again examined her breasts.  The hadn't decreased in
size at all, but they were now felt slightly lighter, still firm
and well shaped.  She gave them the jiggle test again and they
passed with flying colors.  Just then, the lights came on.
     "Ah!  The powers on now!  What a great night I'm having.  Oh! 
I've got to call the press!  Maybe they'll get here before you guys
leave!"  Tammy picked up her cordless phone.  It was dead.  "Damn,
it needs recharging.  I'll just go use the one downstairs."
     Buttoning up her nightshirt Tammy turned away from the aliens.
Immediately she heard them begin to murmur behind her, this time
with higher pitched voices than before.  She was halfway to the
bedroom door when she felt the tingling in her chest again.  She
glanced down, and sure enough, her breasts were slowly growing
before her eyes once again.  "What are you guys doing!"  she said,
clutching her throbbing boobs,  "I'm big enough already!  You don't
have to..."
     She turned around to face them and was shocked by what she
saw.  The aliens had transformed into two little girls.  They were
identical in every way.  What was most disturbing about this
transformation, however, was that the twin aliens looked exactly
like Tammy when she was little!
     "Oh, my God!  They're turning into me!  I've got to get out of
here!"  Tammy bolted toward the door.  The aliens seemed angered by
this and began to murmur more loudly and more quickly in their
little-girl voices.  In the few steps it took to reach the door,
Tammy felt the milk (or whatever alien fluid was flowing inside
her) flood into her breasts.  After her first step, her breasts
exploded out of her nightshirt the buttons sailing out the doorway
that she was frantic to reach.  After her second step, they had
doubled in size.  In these brief moments, as the weight of her
rapidly blossoming bosom slowed her progress, Tammy realized that
her opportunity to escape was disappearing with every milk-filled
inch that was pumped into her breasts.  After the next two steps,
as she reached the door, they each swelled larger than beach balls. 
She was now too wide to fit through the door head on, but the
momentum of her extra mass prevented her from turning sideways in
time.  Her enormous tits hit each side of the doorway at full
speed.  Because her skin was so tight, and the pressure inside each
boob so great, she was bounced backward several feet, landing on
the floor with the full weight of her over 100 pounds of breasts
landing on top of her.  She was knocked unconscious.  Her breasts,
stretched well beyond their normal size were amazingly firm, her
skin stretched tight by an internal sea of Tammy-milk.  They were
almost perfectly spherical as they lay on top of her chest.
     As she lay there, with her enormous fluid filled orbs still
slightly bouncing, the aliens stopped chanting and attached
themselves to her nipples once again.  Gallons of milk gushed down
their throats.  The little girls' stomachs began to expand as they
drained Tammy's tits, yet the enormous mounds of flesh remained the
same size.  As the pressure was relieved, her breasts stopped
bouncing and instead waves sloshed through their bulk in response
to the aliens' suckling.  When the girls finally finished, their
guts were each only slightly smaller than Tammy's breasts.  They
staggered a little as they struggled to stand with their bellies
full of the mysterious fluid.  Soon, however, their stomachs began
to shrink as they digested their meal.  Gradually, they grew taller
and taller.  Their hips widened, their busts blossomed, and their
voices developed until within a few moments, their were both
perfect clones of Tammy's - before her body became a bloated human
milk factory.
     The aliens didn't take time to examine their new bodies like
Tammy did, however.  They seemed to have a more important agenda. 
The women went through her clothing, trying on various outfits. 
They flipped on her personal computer and fiddled with it for a
while before flipping on her television, which they sat and watched
for hours.
     Tammy was awakened by a strange sensation.  Someone was
suckling one of her breasts.  She was lying on her back, on the
floor of her living room downstairs.  She tried to sit up, but was
firmly pinned to the floor.  She then realized that her breasts
were now even bigger than they were when she passed out.  They
covered most of her body, from her chin to her knees, and their
tops rose over three feet above the floor where she was lying.  Her
arms, which were free, clutched helplessly at as much of her huge
fleshy sacks that she could reach.  They were still very round and
firm, and she felt the same pressure she did the last time they
were full.  It seemed that the aliens had at least one more feeding
while she was unconscious.
     "Ahhhhhhhh!"  Tammy had done a lot of screaming in the past
few hours, but the sight before her was more horrifying than any
fright she had experienced up til now.  For she saw someone with a
face exactly like hers, with her mouth firmly attached to one of
her nipples, suckling and smiling down at her at the same time.
     "Hurry up!  Jeez, haven't you finished draining that tit yet?"
came a voice from another room.
     "Are you kidding?  There's enough in here to last days!" came
the muffled voice from the woman with the enormous nipple in her
mouth.  She removed herself with an audible POP, and strolled into
the next room.
     "Oh God!  What's happened to me?!  My breasts...I can't move! 
What do those awful creatures want with me?!"
     "Hello, Tammy."
     "GASP!"  The realization just hit Tammy that the creatures can
actually speak English.  She gazed over at the first one.  She was
wearing her white halter top and overalls.  She had a mischievous,
almost playful look about her.  She was the one who had just
finished nursing.  Then Tammy looked at the one who had greeted
her.  She was wearing the knee high black boots and black skirt
that Tammy had only dared to wear at costume parties and on
Halloween.  She had a more sinister, cold, and grim look about her.
     "I suppose you're wondering what the hell is going on here."
     Tammy nodded nervously.
     "Well, I'm afraid I can't tell you.  Well, actually, I
can...but I'm not going to.  All you need to know is that you are
breakfast, lunch, and dinner...for now.  I see you have a little
mobility problem.  Don't worry, we're taking care of all your
personal affairs...after all, what are sisters for?"  The woman
smiled an evil grin and then went back to the next room.
     "Sisters?"
     The other clone stuck around.  "Yeah...we hacked various
systems and got ID's and everything!  You might say we're making a
name for ourselves.  Ha ha ha!  We're Decants now, sister!"
     "What did she mean by 'dinner...for now'?"  This woman seemed
talkative.  Tammy wanted to find out as much as she could about
what her fate had in store.
     "Well, you seem to keep getting bigger every time we
feed...you can't go on growing like that.  Soon we're going to have
to discard you."
     "GASP!"
     "Ha ha ha ha!"
     "Ahem."  The grim one returned.
     "What?"
     "I need to speak with you.  Not in front of the tits."
     "Oh, okay."
     Tammy was alone.  If her breasts weren't so large, it'd be the
perfect opportunity to escape.  She tried to sit up again, but only
managed to sway her breasts slightly from side to side.  It was
obvious she wasn't going anywhere.  She decided to try to listen to
the conversation in the next room.  If she was to be "discarded,"
she'd like to know when and how.  She could only make out bits of
the conversation.
     "Blah blah blah trackers on our blah blah blah."
     "Blah blah space module?"
     "Blah blah table blah blah tits."
     Tammy looked at the table next to her tits.  Sure enough,
there was the strange meteor that had started this whole mess.
     "Blah blah blah destroy blah."
     "Why?"
     "Blah blah homing device blah blah blah."
     "Trackers?  A homing device?" thought Tammy.  "It sounds like
they're on the run from someone.  If I can reach the meteor, maybe
I can contact the trackers.  They can't possibly be any worse than
these two."  Tammy reached for the table but it was too far away. 
She was pinned firmly by her breasts and could never reach the
meteor with her arms.  She pounded her breasts with her fists in
frustration.  The resulting motion caused her left tit to hit the
table with great force.  The meteor rolled off the table, fell to
the floor, and immediately began to emit a loud beeping sound.
     In the other room, Tammy heard two voices yell simultaneously,
"Shit!  It's all your fault!"
     They burst back into the room with Tammy - the playful one
clutching the other in fear, the grim one still looking cold and
calculating, but slightly concerned.  She almost felt sorry for
them.  Suddenly, a dazzling light pattern illuminated the room,
then disappeared - in its place was left a tall bull-headed
creature.  It reminded Tammy of a minotaur.
     He turned toward the wicked sisters and roared, "Demoniaca
Grimaldi..." Demoniaca nodded her head, not taking her eyes off the
minotaur.  "Dementia Grimaldi..." Dementia shivered at the sound of
her name.  The minotaur pulled an enormous cannon from a sheath on
his back.  The barrel extended, making it look even more menacing. 
"You stand accused of crimes against the universe.  How do you
plead?"
     "I wonder if this guy can change me back to normal after he
blows these two to bits," pondered Tammy.
     Dementia started blubbering, Demoniaca silenced her with a
slap and responded, "Since we are in a perimeter system, we demand
the right to banishment."  Dementia's eyes lit up.  Tammy looked
confused.
     The minotaur thought for a second.  "This right cannot be
granted without also showing proper tribute to the Emperor."
     "Fine, take Tits over there."  Tammy didn't like the sound of
this.
     "Shoot them!  They're evil!  Look what they did to me!"
     The minotaur thought again for a second.  His gun made a
whirring noise as it powered up.  Dementia cringed.  Demoniaca
smiled.  A blinding light filled the room as the weapon discharged. 
Tammy felt somewhat relieved until the light disappeared, and the
two sisters were still standing there.
     "I have sentenced you to banishment on earth, and removal of
all your unearthly powers."
     "What?  NO!  You can't leave them here!  What about me?"
     The minotaur continued, "I accept this earthling with
expanding glands as a fitting tribute to the Emperor.  Case
dismissed.  Hail the Emperor!"
     "Hail the Emperor," said Demoniaca and Dementia, less
enthusiastically than the merciful minotaur.
     "No!  You can't do this!  I have rights too!"  The minotaur
disappeared in the same pattern of light that he appeared in. 
Tammy soon found herself engulfed in the strange light as well.
     "Oh!" she whimpered, "what's going to happen to me?"  When the
light cleared, she found herself on a spaceship, alone, with the
minotaur at the controls.
     "Well, I guess I'll be okay.  After all, he is a law
enforcement officer.  Besides, this can't possibly be worse than
being stuck with the Grimaldi sisters..."  Tammy's thoughts were
interrupted by the minotaur's voice on the intercom.
     "My darling Heiferoid harem!  I bring good news!  Though we
are far from home, we will be able to begin the Feast right here on
this ship, for I have brought a milk beast from the water planet,
Earth.  So all of you, come and drink your fill, for this is the
Feast of Haneck Tannizi!"
     Tammy was suddenly surrounded by dozens of young cow-faced
women.  The crowd was silent, except for a low collective murmur. 
Tammy felt milk surge into her breasts faster than ever before. 
She wrapped her arms around the sides of her bust and felt her skin
stretching to accommodate the hundreds of gallons that were filling
her up, making her larger than any woman in the universe.  Soon,
her breasts covered her entire body from the neck down.  She was
being crushed at first, but eventually her cleavage became so large
that her body fit comfortably in between hundreds of pounds of
boob.  The murmuring heiferoids rolled her breasts forward until
she was standing behind them, and so they could reach her nipples
without having to climb her mountainous mammaries.  The murmuring
stopped when each of her breasts rested on the ground in front of
her, their tops at eye level.  Tammy caressed the skin of her
breasts, finding it difficult to believe that the enormous mass in
front of her was actually part of her body.  As each heiferoid took
turns suckling, she thought, "This is going to be a long trip."

*    *    *

     Tammy was never seen on Earth again.  Rumor has it, things got
a little out of hand when Tammy arrived at the planetary
Celebration of Haneck Tannizi.  Planet Ionus now has twin moons
moon, and for the first time, that desert planet had pale white
droplets of rain.  From that day forward, the Ionians worshipped
those moons and named then for the women who made it possible to
end famine on their world:  The left moon - Dementia.  The right
moon - Demoniaca.