Unobtainable 2 - Chapter 8*

*Note: For some reason I was not keeping track of chapters in the original file. If this is the wrong chapter number please let me know. Otherwise, I think this chapter turned out quite well, enjoy!

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Delivering Heather back to campus required a truck rental, she had grown too large for a normal car. She complained the entire way and by the time we piled out of the back of the truck even Dana seemed relieved. The driver hired to take us seemed reluctant to part with his passenger and judging by the way he gazed longingly at Heather would have done it free of charge if we had not paid up front. Heather strode onto campus like a Queen returning to her kingdom, Dana cradled in the crook of her arm like a babe. I hid in the over-packed confines of her bra, my head peeking out from her cleavage. People might have noticed me if Heather was not over ten feet tall and her cleavage not visible except high vantages that would be too far away to notice a little head nestled in a dusky valley between her tits.

A crowd gathered, trailing after Heather like chicks after a mother duckling. Heather moved around the school, gathering more and more followers in her wake until an enormous crowd had gathered all clamoring for her attention. Finally she stopped in front of the central administration building and turned to her adoring fans. The expressions on their faces said it all, they worshiped her in the way a teen girls did a pop idol. And what had Heather done to deserve this adoration? She had earned no awards, performed no miracles of hard work and dedication, she possessed neither incredible talent nor skill. None of that mattered.

Because Heather was big.

Each of her tits was twice the heads that rose only as high as her navel. Most of the females did not reach as high as Heather’s exceptionally wide hips. Her thighs were as thick as a normal person and barely contained in a pair of stretch shorts that had once been pants. The twin pumpkins of her backside occupied most of the material intended for her legs and was stretched to the point of transparency. Similarly her top was filled to bursting with tit, heavy swells of cleavage rose like bread overflowing a pan from her halter. Heather was huge and that was what mattered in this terrifying new world. Worst of all, Heather knew it.

“Everyone,” she said, her voice booming powerfully across the courtyard and rebounding from the tall buildings nearby, lending an amphitheater effect to her voice. “Our school has been getting a lot of attention, including national attention lately.” A chorus of sycophantic voices shouted.

“All thanks to you Heather!” 

“You put us on the map!”

“We love you Heather!” 

I rolled my eyes, she hadn’t even said anything important yet and everyone was losing their minds. Heather went on cheerfully, “We can’t lose this momentum. With all this attention on us it’s our responsibility to do something to keep everyone interested and entertained. Therefore,” she paused for dramatic effect. “We are going to host a talent and beauty contest right here on campus!” For a moment no one said anything, stunned expressions littered the crowd. Then someone whooped and cheering spread like a virus until people were literally jumping up and down with excitement.

When the madness abated someone shouted, “Did you say beauty *and* talent contest? How does that work.”

Heather clapped her hands together and cleavage exploded around up and over my head in a tidal wave. The world went dark, pain exploded in my head and I lost track of the conversation while my ears rang. I regained my senses in time to hear, “...and others were blessed with performing talent. Everyone is blessed in different ways and don’t we want to see everyone’s best attributes?” Another cheer went up as I shook my head to clear it. Heather could be a bit more considerate of my position. More questions followed but I was too dazed and irritated to pay much attention.

I was still rehearsing my lecture when Heather finally waved off any more questions then turned and entered the administration building and up to her room. Her room in the administration building which had apparently become her house. A shiver took me despite the sweltering heat of Heather’s cleavage. Reality was changing more quickly by the day, and nothing good would come of it.

A week later Heather started accepting student petitions.

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Julia knitted her fingers together and tried not to fidget. The weeks waiting to see Heather felt like an eternity but she knew it would be worth it. An opportunity to meet one on one with the school’s idol and administrator was special. So special that she felt a little sick to her stomach. Getting moved up in the months long waiting list had required hours sweeping Jennifer’s floors, doing her laundry, washing her dishes, and more. It was tough spending so many hours in addition to her heavy course load, not that Julia was complaining. Helping Heather was a privilege, of course. It was just that, well, Julia desperately hoped Heather would grant her request.

The double doors adjoining the waiting room opened and Heather appeared. Well, part of her did anyway. Tits the size of watermelons wobbled into the room preceding their owner, who stopped abruptly at the threshold. Heather’s head and shoulders were obscured by the doorway and what was visible of her was poured into a tailored black jacket and red blouse. Black slacks as long as Julia was tall hugged Heather’s thighs, completed the look. The professional attire managed to look at once sexy and intimidating on Heather’s immense frame. 

“No, I don’t care if you won some state competition,” Heather was saying. “My talent contest is na-tion-al, you aren’t getting a better seed. No. Stop, just stop. Your little group can compete in the pool with everyone else. And do me a favor, go back to wherever you found this number and tell them that unless they have national name recognition they are going into the pools. Is that clear? Good.” A soft beep indicated Heather had ended the call. “Well, what are you waiting for, an invitation?”

It took Julia a moment to realize Heather was talking to her. She squeaked an apology and rushed forward into Heather’s office. The enormous coed loomed over her and Julia felt a spike of envy at just how huge and beautiful her classmate was. Calling her a classmate did not even feel appropriate, it was too familiar. They were barely the same species. She spared a glance around the room and saw the furniture was all custom built to fit Heather except for a high stool with a stepladder next to it that sat in front of an enormous polished oak desk. The floor shook as Heather stalked past to take a seat opposite the stool. Even seated the giantess towered over Julia. She suppressed a shiver and climbed onto the stool, feeling like a child about to be scolded by the principal. 

“Well?” Heather said brusquely. “What do you want?” Not exactly the start to the meeting Julia had envisioned. Originally she had hoped to keep the mood light and work around to the reason for her visit, but Heather appeared in no mood to chit chat.

Julia took a deep breath and cut to the heart of the matter, “I’ve heard that some of the girls who joined your sorority have been, umm, blessed?” It sounded so silly to put it that way, but what was she supposed to say? Hey Heather, your favorite pledges seem to be growing in all the right places like someone is handing out second and third helpings of puberty. 

Fortunately Heather seemed to know exactly what she was getting at because her eyes narrowed. “You noticed that did you?” She leaned back, her chair creaking ominously as her expression became pensive. After a pause, she said, “Does the perception alteration not work on with the transfer spell? Damn, I knew changing the original was going to be a problem.”

“I’m sorry?” Julia said, completely at a loss. Perception alteration? Transfer spell?

Heather’s eyes snapped back to her and she frowned. “Never mind, I was thinking out loud. This ‘blessing’ as you put it, does it seem strange to you?”

“Strange? No, of course the people you favor would be gifted.”

“Of course,” Heather replied drily, making Julia wonder if she had said something wrong. Already? God, please don’t let me screw this up.

“Anyway,” Julia rushed on, hoping to quickly paper over any missteps. “I’ve always been a bit on the short side. I stopped growing at fifteen so I’ve been 5’4” for the last six years. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, I know lots of other people are even shorter but I always dreamed…” Julia trailed off, withering under Heather’s deadpan stare. “So yeah I was, umm, hoping that you would, uhh, favor me? Like you did some of the other girls?” The last sentence came out so softly she was not sure that Heather had heard her.

For her part Heather appeared absorbed in reading a sheaf of papers on her desk. “It says here you’ve been doing my laundry and some other chores for a couple weeks.”

“That’s right,” Julia said, hope sparking to life in her breast. “I hope everything has been satisfactory?”

“Do you have any idea how much the people I have ‘blessed’, as you put it, have contributed Julie?” Julia opened her mouth to correct Heather’s misuse of her name but snapped it shut again when the giantess continued, “They have given me thousands of dollars, access to influential business contacts, free cars, even bank account numbers. All so they could get a taste of what I have to offer. You think sweeping floors for a couple weeks entitles you to the same?”

“I- That- But-” Julia stammered, floundering like a fish. “M-my family is poor, I’m here on scholarships-”

Heather barked a disdainful laugh. “So you come to me with your hands held out? I’ve been putting up with this kind of entitled attitude all week and you know what, Jules?” Heather leaned forward and her chair creaked ominously. Julia shrank back on her stool, feeling more and more like a scolded child. “I’m sick of it,” Heather finished coldly. Julia nodded furtively and began to climb down from her chair. “I didn’t say I was finished with you.” Julia looked up at the giantess’s scowling expression and failed to suppress a second shiver. “Anyone can do laundry. What can you offer that others can’t?” 

Julia froze, her thoughts locked up. It was a basic job interview question, she knew, but her mind was drawing blanks. Heather loomed over her menacingly, and Julia’s insecurities overwhelmed her ability to reason. “I-I-” she stammered, “I don’t know.” Heather’s plush lips pursed and she shook her head in disapproval. With a long suffering sigh the giantess rose to her feet, casting a long shadow over the room. Julia managed to unfreeze long enough to scramble down from her stool. “I’m sorry for wasting your time Ms. Vance,” she said, unintentionally reverting to the formal use of Heather’s last name. She turned to leave and a huge hand grabbed her shoulder.

“Not so fast, Jules,” Heather intoned. “I have a job offer for you, a way for you to be useful to me.”

“R-really?”

“Mm hmm. Tell me, what are your measurements?”

“Measurements? I’m, I mean they’re umm, 34-28-36.” Was Heather going to get her a uniform?

“And your cup size?”

“C.”

“And you’re not satisfied with that?” Heather asked, steering Julia’s shoulder so that the smaller woman was forced to face her. Julia had to crane her neck in order to meet her captor’s gaze.

“No?” Julia asked, no longer sure if it was the right answer.

“Good, you won’t miss it then,” Heather said with a smile that could have frozen a lake. “You’re going to be my little scarecrow, Jules. I’ll give you a little desk right outside of my office and you’re going to screen everyone who comes into see me to make sure they actually deserve my attention, do you understand?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Heather clucked her tongue disapprovingly. “Let me show you.” She stepped back and Julia nervously shuffled her feet, trying to avoid making eye contact. She found herself staring jealously at Heather’s impossible curves. The black jacket was unable to fasten over its massive mammary payload and revealed a broad inverted triangle of silken red blouse which was, in turn, sheer enough to tint the industrial strength black bra beneath. With massive cups and thick gauge stitching the gigantic brassiere was definitely custom made. Julia could not imagine any normal person with tits as large as Heather’s. In relation to her body Heather’s breasts were very large, on a normal girl they would have been cripplingly enormous. Even a tenth of what she has would make me one of the bustiest girls on campus, Julia thought sourly.

It was so unfair.

Heather was incredibly tall and that alone was enough to qualify her as the most desirable and sought after female on campus. Add to that widely flared hips, a pert round ass, huge tits, and a face that was made for the cover of magazines… Heather’s countless blessings were insult added to injury. If I had even one attribute as outstanding as hers I wouldn’t feel like this, Julia thought. How dare she ask if I’m satisfied. She makes everyone else look like dull and sexless and has the gall to imply I should be happy with what I’ve got? Julia was surprised at how bitter and spiteful her inner monologue had grown, and immediately felt guilty. Heather was great, everyone said so. Julia usually joined them, even if it was through grit teeth. 

To make matters worse it seemed like Heather was going through a growth spurt. Julia watched as Heather inched higher and higher, jacket pushing open wider and wider to make room for the giant teen’s expanding bust-line. The trench of cleavage rose like dough until the ends of Heather’s breasts pooched over the edges of her cups. Heather moaned softly as her clothing stretched and stitches popped. Sudden dizziness and a sense of disorientation fell over Julia like a cloud as she struggled to understand what was happening. People don’t normally grow that fast during a growth spurt, do they?

Fortunately, the spurt ended as quickly as it had begun. Julia’s eyes were now uncomfortably level with Heather’s thick upper thighs just below her crotch. “There,” Heather breathed huskily. “Much better. Now, what were your measurements again?”

Julia opened her mouth to reply and a second wave of nausea assaulted her. Her sense of self became hazy, as though seen through an out of focus lens. A long, terrifying, moment passed before her life finally resolved back into clarity. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I’m just a little light headed.”

“That’s okay sweetie, it’s your first day on the job. I’m sure this is all a lot to take in.”

“Job?”

“Yes, you agreed to be my personal assistant. Remember, you were going to screen people to make sure that no one,” Heather fished for the right word. “Unworthy, takes up my precious time.”

“Right, of course.” Julia nodded. Why was her memory so hazy, she could not recall drinking. Yet if Heather said that's what happened then it must be true. 

“Your measurements?” Heather prodded.

“Oh right, umm. 26-26-26.”

“Mm hmm, and your cup size?”

Julia flushed with shame. “I umm, I don’t wear bras Ms. Vance.”

“Call me Heather. And no bra at all? Not even a training bra?”

Julia hung her head, tearing her eyes away from the jutting zeppelins of Heather’s bust. Her boss’s excess seemed to mock Julia’s inadequacy. “No. Maybe if I were to get pregnant,” she laughed nervously.

“Oh. Well they can be, like, such a burden.” Heather’s voice sounded consoling but Julia could not help but feel the giant girl was grinning. She would have glanced up to check but the thought of having to stare past those enormous tits was more than she could stomach. The sound of rustling cloth almost made her look anyway, but an enormous garment was suddenly dangled in front of her face. It took a moment to recognize it at Heather’s huge black bra. ”It seems I’ve outgrown another one,” Heather complained, dumping the garment into Julia’s arms. “Deliver this to my tailor and tell them I’ve gone up another cup size. Also have them add another inch to the band. And tell them make a couple extras, one in pink and one in blue. Did you get all that?”

“I... umm…”

“You poor thing!” Heather fussed, leaning down to fill Julia’s vision with red-tinted cleavage that stretched from the top of her head to just above her navel. “The cups hold all this up,” Heather said, patting the flank of one enormous boob, causing its twin to jiggle and sway in sympathy. “And the band fits around my back. I’m just getting bigger all over lately.” One of Heather’s nipples had more substance than her entire bust, it was so incredibly unfair. Tears formed in Julia’s eyes before she could stop them, her throat constricted and her mouth went dry. “You understand right?”

“Y-yes.” Julia choked back a sob.

Heather straightened, lifting her overgrown juggs away. “Good, well be quick about it. My tits might be firm but people will complain with my nipples are poking out everywhere. The boys can’t look away and you know how girls get. Like, so jealous.” Julia clutched Heather’s bra to her chest, acutely aware that there was enough silky material to make a shirt, probably more than one. “But enough girl talk, run along now,” Heather waved her hand dismissively and Julia turned, walking as quickly as her feet would take her. Her hand was on the doorknob when Heather’s voice stopped her.

“Wait, I totally forgot. How tall are you again?”

“I’ve been 4’6” since I turned sixteen.” Julia replied woodenly. Something felt wrong, she felt bereft of something she could not identify and the humiliation Heather was heaping upon her was only making it worse.

“And still cute as a button!” Heather replied gleefully. “You know what, I’m feeling generous. Ask my tailor if they can make you a nice dress out of my old bra, no sense letting all that fabric go to waste, right?”

“Okay.” Tears streamed down Julia’s face and it took every ounce of her willpower to keep her voice even.

“You think there is enough there to fit you right?” 

“Yes,” her voice cracked. “There is.”