Chapter one

The warm and salty wind was coming up from the coast to the foothills: it passed among the tamarisks and maritime pine forests, bringing to the edge of the pool the scent of resinous trees. It was a beautiful sunny day in early summer on Ibiza.
Lisa was lying on a sunbed, with her legs bent and her thin arms stretched out above her head. She was 24 years old, green eyes, full lips and soft features, almost like a baby; honey-colored hair; and a tanned complexion, so unusual for a woman born in Denmark. And nature had endowed her with a slim body that any man would have called perfect, if not for a little anomaly.

Chapter Two

Lisa arrived at the nightclub an hour before the first show. Gunther, who was conversing with the bartender, took her backstage, to the dressing rooms. One would not describe the atmosphere as hospitable; no one even gave her a nod. The sidelong glances of the other dancers, as soon as Lisa took off her coat, turned into outright stares of disbelief. Lisa had never been in a situation exactly like this, but she knew very well that female hostility that she had heard behind her back all her life - expressions of false pity; jealousy, poorly concealed as amazement at the spectacle of how amazingly, unbelievably enormous she was.

Chapter Three

After the first week, one afternoon Gunther called Lisa into his office. He was sitting at his desk, and motioned her to the chair in front of the desk. On the desktop before her was a white envelope.

"Open it," - said the man.

Lisa took the envelope and looked inside, then took out her first salary. She began to count the notes; a little less than a thousand euros.

She sat there with the cash in her hand, thinking that she had never seen so much money at one time.

Gunther seemed to anticipate her words, saying: "I know, it really is only a pittance, but it's just the beginning, and we can do much better for you."

The girl looked at him quizzically; he realized he had to explain it to her.
"You see, Lisa, the stage, the runway down there on which you girls perform every night, is not the store, as you might think. It's just the shop-window ..." Lisa still didn't comprehend.

Chapter Four

In those months that followed, Lisa became a woman. The shy girl who had arrived almost by accident in Hamburg, gradually gained confidence in herself. You could see it by many small signs: the more direct glances to the people, and the way they reacted.

Chapter Five

These were the thoughts that Lisa was following while she was lying in the sun on that lazy afternoon at the beginning of summer. Since that first time, Ibiza had become her home, and God only knows how Gunther was right .
Thanks to some of his friends, Lisa appeared as a guest model on the website of a famous German porn star. Few photos which showed her for the first time in the world wide web and that was enough to nail down the server for several hours.

Chapter Six

The next morning, when Lisa came down for breakfast, Gunther was already at the table, with the newspaper open in front. As he was doing every morning, he looked up and greeted her warmly. Despite the years they had spent together, even in complete intimacy, between them there had never been anything. Not that Gunther didn’t like the girls, indeed, but for Lisa he felt from the very beginning this feeling of an almost paternal affection: and in any case he had quickly realized that Lisa was a great deal, as well as an excellent business partner, but to be handled with extreme caution. He knew of the idiosyncrasy that Lisa had toward men, and this undoubtedly facilitated their professional relationship. Lisa had never had a sentimental relationship with anyone and this fact didn’t seem to upset her. Better that way.

Chapter Seven

She was reached by Gunther while quickly descending the stairs of the university building, her large breasts jerking at each step under the blouse. Lisa slammed the car door that awaited them, followed by man.
They returned to Berlin in a complete silence, even though the tension emanating Lisa's body was quite tangible: the girl seemed about to burst at any moment: in a couple of occasions she turned to Gunther, as to start a conversation, and then she turned back to stare straight ahead. In her mind she coudn’t accept that this could not happen.
Only when they were in the elevator of the hotel, alone, she exclaimed: "And you think I should have someone impregnating me like a cow to have a breast like that? Tomorrow I’ll go back to Ibiza, fuck Bohm and DDR!"

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Chapter Eight

The next day Lisa left for Ibiza; she couldn’t wait any longer. A few days in the North of Europe, and she was already longing for the warm sun of that beautiful island.
During the flight she kept thinking about everything that had happened in the past few days … the university, Dr. Bohm, Gunther's villa, Milena. But most of all she couldn’t take her mind off the girl, Greta, photographed in that way, such a cold and antiseptic pose. Lisa was somewhat confused; she did not know what really was exciting her. Was it the idea of Lisa herself growing and growing and growing like that, or the mere sight of a woman much more endowed than she was? She regretted not having asked for a copy of the picture, although she was sure the professor wouldn’t have given it to her.

Chapter Nine

The days passed. Lisa kept up her normal daily activities, but unenthusiastically. In the morning she would go down to the office still wearing her pajamas, get a cup of coffee, and turn on the computer.
Her job mainly consisted of managing the websites. Created years ago, they had proved to be real gold mines. They stood out from everything else on the international network, first for their quality, but more importantly, because they showcased her.
She personally did not find operating the websites particularly stimulating – to her, web users were a faceless entity, anonymous numbers rising or falling. A company in Munich ran all the public relations, and had two secretaries doing nothing but answering emails sent to her personal address.

Chapter Ten

She had slept all the way through the flight to Berlin: the stewardess on board had woken her up just before landing. But while helping to fasten the seat belt for landing, the girl had leaned across so that her arm could not avoid the Danish girl's swelling frontage, exerting a slight but continuous pressure on Lisa's bosom as she cinched the belt. At her astonished gaze, the girl suddenly blushed and whispered a few words of apology. Lisa smiled condescendingly: "No, no, please - touch me if you want. Feel, you can tell how real they are. See?" The girl’s face turned red. Lisa was now quite comfortable with her mammoth bulk. She quite liked it that displaying herself in public brought out these reactions in women, to have them pay so much attention to her and approach her hesitantly, knowing they had to ask permission to be in her presence. It pleased her to think that this fascination with her body could somehow transcend mere human sexuality: she and her gigantic mammaries inspired wonder and deference, not merely lust.

Chapter Eleven

"Did you sleep well, dear?"
Lisa was having breakfast in the absolute silence of the deserted house. She had woken up late and, hungry as a wolf but seeing no one around, located the kitchen on her own and was at the counter gorging herself with the last remains of her usual large breakfast. Upon hearing the voice she turned, and there was Milena, leaning against the doorjamb with her arms folded. She wore only a black taffeta gown, tied at the waist, and the see-through material put an end to any of Lisa's doubts from the day before. That bosom was real, and, as far as she could see, natural. The avalanche of titflesh started to swell out just below her collarbones, spread completely across her entire chest, then sagged down her ribcage. The glands were so full and round, and at the equator of their globular bulk they were so wide, that each pushed the other out to the side. There wasn't enough room on the front of Milena's ribcage for her breasts – they had to curve out past her sides, their bulging abundance overlapping her arms. Lisa's experienced eye noted the way the experimental woman's dark nipples now pointed left and right, not ahead, forced off-center by the lack of room for those expanded breasts. Not a badly-built girl, Milena, indeed - she had rather generous hips, contrasted with an unusually thin waist; her thighs were full and shapely, and she had slender ankles.
"Terribly, thanks," Lisa said. "And you?"

Chapter Twelve

The three weeks that followed were a whirlwind of excitement for Lisa. They flew to California and started with the perfect kick-off, signing a multimillion-dollar contract. After that she and Gunther immediately gave themselves up to a round of guilty pleasures, to ease their consciences over selling their creation. They went to the best clubs in Hollywood, alongside movie stars; an American actor, whose path they crossed by chance in a restaurant, was so kind as to fill Lisa's hotel room with hundreds of red roses. Of course, she ignored him. Then they chartered a private jet to Las Vegas, a city where the treatment anyone receives is directly proportional to his bank account. In their case, perhaps because word of the contract preceded them, a limousine picked the pair up at the airport, transporting them directly to the most luxurious suite at the most luxurious hotel in town. Three days of vice and gambling followed, and (incredibly) Lisa even managed to bring home more money than she had arrived with. From there they flew to Philadelphia, and then Hamilton, Bermuda.

Chapter Thirteen

The house was empty; apparently everyone had already gone to bed. Lisa climbed the stairs, walking silently to her room. She halted at the landing, noticing the room down the corridor – under the door a thin sliver of light showed. She went to her own room and was about to turn the knob when she stopped and stood motionless, her senses trying to decipher a barely-audible sound. It was a kind of intermittent buzzing, coming from Milena’s room. She felt her curiosity grow; she knew she could not sleep without finding out what the almost-sound was. So she walked down to the other room, turned the knob, and slowly opened the door.
"Hello, Lisa. I was waiting for you."

Chapter Fourteen

The next morning Lisa awoke on the bed, where she had thrown herself the night before – too agitated to get under the bed-covers. The rays of the sun were coming in between the open window curtains, announcing a wonderful day. Lisa woke up and staggered into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror - tousled hair and make-up smeared - and smiled; she still had the remains of mother's-milk caked on her face.
While showering, she could not stop thinking about the previous night, and she felt a strange excitement growing inside her. It had happened, and would happen again that night, and again and again ... or maybe it wouldn't? For the first time since her teens, she felt very happy but also confused and helpless.
She went downstairs, torn by these contrasting moods, secretly hoping to walk into the kitchen and find Milena there to welcome her.

Chapter Fifteen

The horse was waiting outside the villa, already saddled and ready for the ride. The groom, a young boy in his early teens, was holding the reins; he widened his eyes when he saw Lisa coming down the stairs.
“Do…do… do you need help, Miss?" Lisa didn’t know if the boy was stutterer, or if that was the effect of her sight, but at that moment she didn’t care. She acted just like she didn’t ever noticed him: he would have probably ran away to masturbate, just a moment after she had left: so she mounted up to the saddle and spurred the animal, that began to trot slowly along the dirt road leading down to the lake.

Chapter Sixteen

Lisa woke up early, full of excitement - an emotion she had not felt in a long time, really not since she was a small child about to leave for the holidays. She called Gunther early in the morning, asking if he could arrange for two horses as soon as possible.
"Do you think I'm going to take up riding at my age?"
"No, no! It’s for Milena. We’ll take a ride down to the lake." The man stayed sunk in silence for a while.
"I don’t think that Dr. Bohm would agree. She must continue the treatment she has started - you know that her drug and therapy regimens have to be followed ... "
"I honestly don’t care about programs or about Dr. Bohm - just today, we're taking a vacation, and we'll get back to work tomorrow. Okay?”
Naturally, Gunther knew that if Lisa decided on something, there was no way to change her mind. Rather, he was wondering what Milena thought about it all ... and why ...

Chapter Seventeen

They returned to the villa around evening-time, laughing and joking like two little girls. Gunther heard their voices from the adjoining room and went to meet them in the hall.
"So, how was your ride?"
"Alright, thank you, Gunther," Lisa said, trying to compose herself. The man looked at her with a fond smile. The women were still wearing their rumpled blouses, hanging loose outside the riding jodhpurs; the expansive front of Milena’s blouse, down low at her waist and off to the sides, where her sagging milkbags positioned her nipples, was soaking wet; and several crusted-over patches indicated that she had been leaking profusely for quite a while.
"Well, then, to finish this beautiful day in grand style, I invite you to a gala dinner, to be held this evening at Villa Adler, featuring the famous Professor Bohm and his lovely assistant, Dr. Elizabeth Neufeld." He said this with grandiose pomposity, provoking the two girls into fits of hilarious laughter.

Chapter Eighteen

Minos, King of Crete, asked Poseidon, God of the Sea, to send him a bull. The gift of this bull from the sea would be proof that the Olympians sanctioned his kingdom.
In fact, Poseidon sent the bull, of a flawless pure white, to be sacrificed. But Minos did not sacrifice the bull - fascinated by its beauty, he decided to use it as a stud to improve his herd.
Pasiphae, wife of the king, saw the bull and was so enchanted by the majestic animal that she became passionately obsessed with it. Her carnal desire, otherwise incomprehensible, was due to the divine intervention of Poseidon, who intended to punish Minos for his disobedience.
As often happens in Greek myth, the divine will worked on human frailties, and the Mouth of Madness fell from above on the mortals.

Chapter Nineteen

"Behold!"

Lisa entered Milena’s room on tiptoe; she felt like she was back in the days of her school trips, when, in the deep of the night, she would join together with the other girls, and hide from their teachers just to smoke a cigarette. Tonight she was wearing, as always, panties and a man's pajama top.

She heard the voice coming from the bathroom: "Just a few moments and I’ll be ready for you, baby! Sit on the bed, please."

Lisa sat, looking around nervously. She noticed that the room was lit only by the glow of a row of candles placed on the fireplace mantle.  She didn’t have any idea what to expect in this situation, and felt the tension growing rapidly in her.

"Now, close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you."She obeyed. Shortly after that, she heard Milena's footsteps leaving the bathroom, and felt her presence, her smell, as she came closer.

Chapter Twenty

The first week of September arrived: the hot summer days were shortened. In the afternoon, thick gray clouds descended from the north and cloaked the landscape with a colder, metallic light: often it rained, and Lisa stayed at home, watching the drops slipping on the windows.
Boredom ticked the hours she spent int the villa: but this unwanted companion, which usually becomes a habit, however, had become for Lisa a sort of pleasant indulgence. Her thoughts, if not her actions, were still filled by the presence of Milena, and it was the same for her too.
Their relationship had grown in all directions and had turned into the kind of deep friendship that can only develop out of the ordinary situations, such as the one that they were experiencing.

Chapter Twentyone

"Yeah, sure ... no, here everything is fine. When do you arrive? ... Okay ... "
Lisa turned to Milena, lying at her side, and with her hand covering the phone, she whispered: "It’s Gunther: he says he’s coming on Tuesday!" Then she went on.
"Whatever you want, my dear ...you know I’m not too much into such things... Okay, bye... bye... "
In late September, Lisa and Milena were enjoying, by the poolside, the last days of that wonderful and amazing summer. They were lying on the sunbeds, side by side, magnificent in their abundance of forms and totally relaxed.

The End

So, my friends, the story has come to the end.
I enjoyed this experience, that allowed me to share with you all my work, and at the same time I hope you enjoyed my novel.
While writing it, I was feeling that the main characters of Lisa and Milena were growing, and now that it's over in a way I regret not to have written more about their passion. this is the reason why I'm planning to go on with a second part of it, kind of a sequel.
I'm not asking you anything more that to give me your opinion and your suggestions, your support and, of course, your critics.
As a payback, if you want, I will send you my novel in a pdf format, just to thank you all for your help.
Thanks again, Flower.