Enter the Expansion Mansion

Everyone around town knows the stories. The old manor up on Branson Hill is haunted. Four years ago, the woman who lived there went insane and fled into the night. Or she killed herself. Or she was abducted by aliens. Lots of explanations, but the result is the same: The lady of Branson Hill Manor suddenly vanished one day and was never heard from again. The home and yard fell into disrepair, and no one dared enter that foreboding structure as rumors swirled of the horrible fate that awaited any wayward soul who crossed that forbidden threshold. And no one did. Until tonight. It is nearly eleven o'clock when there comes a furious pounding on the front door of your home. Your wife $wife cautiously opens the door and finds her old college roommate Kirsten standing in the doorway, disheveled and panting heavily. "Kirsten!" your wife exclaims, "Oh my God! Are you okay?" "I... don't..." Kirsten labors to get out single syllables between heaving breaths. "Bran... son... Manor... Went... in... Kids... saw... a light..." "It's okay," $wife reassures her friend. "Come in, and sit down for a minute." She leads her weary friend into the living room, and you immediately notice something is wildly different about the woman. As Kirsten huffs, attempting to catch her breath, you notice that her chest is obviously larger than it was the last time you saw her. The difference is so noteworthy, in fact, that you find yourself drawn to her newly enhanced figure. (button:)[[[Ask Kirsten about her chest->Ask chest]]] (button:)[[[Sneak a peek at Kirsten's chest->Peek chest]]] (button:)[[[Avoid looking at Kirsten's chest->Avoid chest]]]

As $wife helps her friend into your home, you find a covert moment to glance over at her chest. The fabric of the pastel pink track suit she wears is straining at the seams. The zipper is pulled so tight that the teeth have come apart at the foremost point of her bust, revealing a hint of cavernous cleavage just inside. You can feel your insides churn as the cantaloupe sized orbs of flesh wobble with every step the woman takes. "Ahem." You tear your gaze away to find $wife glaring at you as she helps her friend down onto the couch. "Would you mind getting her a glass of water, //dear//?" she asks with irritation in her voice. Busted. { (set: $wifeMood to "jealous") } (button:)[[[Get water->Get water]]]

As $wife helps her friend into the living room, you do your absolute best to avoid glancing down at Kirsten's clearly increased bust. It's a difficult task, though, as the mounds within her pastel pink track suit are on the verge of tearing free, straining the cloth and zipper alike and wobbling spectacularly with every step she takes. Still, you avoid staring and keep back as your wife helps Kirsten down into the living room recliner. "$player, sweetie," your wife looks up at you and asks politely, "would you mind getting her a glass of water?" You nod and head off to the kitchen, the image of those oversized breasts still stuck in your mind. (button:)[[[Get water->Get water]]]

As $wife helps Kirsten into the living room and over toward a recliner, the poor woman seems to be slowly catching her breath and regaining her wits. You can wait no longer. You have to know. "Kirsten," you say, choosing your words carefully, "are you feeling okay?" The woman seems baffled at first, but she follows your gaze down toward her chest and lets out a shrill shriek! $wife suddenly notices her friend's engorged chest. "Oh my god!" she utters. Kirsten reaches up and takes an oversized breast in each hand and gives an exploratory squeeze. "They're even //bigger//!" "'//Even//' bigger?" $wife pries. Kirsten inhales deeply and composes herself. "Julie claimed her classmates saw a light on in the Branson Hill house last night. I just wanted to check into it for a possible story for the 11 o'clock news." You listen intently, noticing the obvious jiggle of her breasts with even the slightest movement as she speaks. "What happened in there?" $wife asks. "Well," Kirsten continues, pulling her attention away from her chest long enough to get on with the conversation, "I went inside and looked around for a bit." "Was the door open?" $wife asks. Kirsten looks away sheepishly and mutters, "I found an unlocked window around the back..." $wife rolls her eyes. "What's it like in there?" you ask Kirsten. $wife seems reluctantly eager to know, as well. "It's not at all what I expected," Kirsten says, a look of awe on her face. "It's just a normal, fancy house. There's not cobwebs everywhere or heaps of dust on every surface... It was just a big house." "But why are your tits so big?" $wife demands, curiosity getting the better of her. Kirsten thinks for a moment and answers, "I peeked into a closet off the main hallway and found some kind of gun." "A gun?!" you and $wife both exclaim. "Like a sci-fi ray gun," Kirsten clarifies. "Weird," you say. "That was what I thought," she says. "I thought it was some kind of odd toy or collectible thing. It was just sitting there on a shelf in the closet. Anyway, I picked it up, and it went off. Some kind of purple ray shot out and hit me in the chest." "The next thing I know, my bra is getting tighter, and I can hardly breathe. I looked down, and I was... growing. I was so freaked out that I ran here immediately, since you guys are the nearest people I know." "Did you bring the gun?" $wife asks. Kirsten hangs her head. "I think I dropped it when I ran out of there. I just bolted to the front door, unlocked it, and ran. Didn't even shut the door or window. I guess they kept growing on the way here." The woman cups her chest again and hefts each breast in a hand, feeling the weight of them. $wife glances over at you with a look of concern. "We have to go get that gun," she says to you with a hint of righteousness in her voice. "No way am I going back in there!" Kirsten snaps. "You don't have to," $wife retorts, putting her arm around your shoulders. "We're going to go get that gun and fix this. Otherwise, you need to start auditioning for a Baywatch reboot." Kirsten clears her throat. $wife looks to you expectantly. (button:)[[["Let's go."->Manor driveway]]] (button:)[[["You know that's breaking and entering, right?"->Break and enter]]]

=><= ##Enter the Expansion Mansion #####By Near N. Far Version 1.6.2 <== --- Welcome to "Enter the Expansion Mansion." This is a breast expansion focused Adventure Game for adults (18+) only. You will be taking on the role of a man who, along with his wife, investigates an abandoned manor home four years after the mysterious disappearance of the woman who lived there alone. If you would like to help make further development of this and other expansion games possible, please consider becoming a Patron at patreon.com/nearnfar ''For details on the saving system, click [[here|Save game]].'' ''For version notes, click [[here|Version notes]].'' --- (button:)[[[I confirm that I am over the age of 18.|playerName]]] (button:)[[[I am not over the age of 18.|notOfAge]]]

(set: $wife to (prompt: "Please name your character's wife:","Sara")) (go-to: "Intro")

You'll shoot your eye out, kid. Come back when you're older.

(set: $player to (prompt: "Please name your character:", "Mark")) (go-to: "wifeName")

You head to the kitchen to fetch Kirsten a drink. As you grab a glass from the cabinet and pour some ice and fresh, cold water, her great, wobbling orbs bounce through your mind. The indentation where the edge of her too-small bra pinched into her flesh plasters across your consciousness. The exaggerated ripples of movement in those mounds wedges between your thoughts. You try your best to put any untoward thoughts about your wife's college friend out of your head and collect her an ice-cold glass of water. Collecting yourself, you head back into the living room and offer up the beverage. Kirsten happily accepts and takes a series of greedy gulps. A lone bead of water drips from the lip of the glass, landing on the plateau of flesh just inside her track suit's collar. The droplet rests for a long moment before plunging further down into the ravine of cleavage, never to return. "Apparently," $wife says, "Kirsten was investigating a light that some of her daughter's friends saw on in the old Branson Hill Manor. She--correct me if I'm wrong, Kirsten--broke in through a rear window, found a bizarre raygun that went off in her hands, and then her boobs started swelling up, so she dropped the gun, unlocked the front door, and ran here in a panic." Kirsten pulls her water away from her lips long enough to say, "That sums it up. I didn't even shut the window or door, I was so freaked out." You stare at $wife in shock, processing the information just thrown at you. She seems to return your incredulous look before shrugging and speaking again. "So, I told her we're going to go back there and get that ray gun, so we can undo..." she gestures broadly at the massive mammaries attempting to erupt from Kirsten's track suit, "...whatever this is." She looks at you expectantly. (button:)[[["Let's go."|Manor driveway]]] (button:)[[["You know that's breaking and entering, right?"|Break and enter]]]

The abandoned manor is only two streets over from your home, so it takes no more than fifteen minutes of walking for $wife and yourself to reach the top of Branson Hill and make your way up the winding concrete drive. It is obvious even in the dark that no vehicle has passed across this cracked and overgrown driveway in many months. To either side, the moonlit lawn is little more than an expanse of scraggly weeds, wildflowers, and errant shrubs. { (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")[ As you make your way up the final stretch to the towering home, $wife turns to you and says, "You know I saw the way you were eyeing Kirsten's tits, right?" You feel a lump form in your throat. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna go all psycho on you. I know you've always been a 'boob guy,' and it would hardly be fair to chastise you for sneaking a peak at a pair of honest-to-god //bazongas// like those..." "Heh..." you chuckle nervously, feeling your face blush a bit. $wife looks down at her own modest bosom and frowns. "I mean, I know you're not //disappointed// with the size of my chest, but it's hard to not feel overshadowed by... those..." She trails off in thought as you near the mansion.] (else:)[You both make your way up the final stretch of the drive in tense silence. Images of Kirsten's enlarged breasts float back into your head, and you find yourself wondering how a "ray gun" could have caused... that...] } At the top of the drive, you both stand before the home. A massive wrap-around porch surrounds the front and far western side. A few of the columns have a slight lean to them, and the roof sags in places. The eastern side of the manor nearest the driveway has a sizeable garage with three bays, all doors closed tight. A flagstone path leads from the driveway through an unkempt flower bed and up to a small set of stairs that have begun to warp with neglect. The front door appears to be shut, but it's hard to tell in just the dim moonlight. "Shall we?" $wife motions forward. (button:)[[[Check the front door|Front door]]] (button:)[[[Check for Kirsten's open rear window|Back window]]]

"Yes, I know it's not exactly... above board," $wife admits reluctantly. "But we've got to help her. She's clearly been through a lot tonight." You both look at the exhausted mess that is Kirsten, who, currently, is poking at each of her breasts in turn. Kirsten seems to detect the break in conversation and looks up at you. You can see the desperation in her face. { (set: $bande to true) } (button:)[[["Okay."|Manor driveway]]]

$wife and you make your way across the flagstone pathway, doing your best to avoid the untamed flora in the flower bed on either side of you.(set: $tryDoor to "yes") The stairs creak loudly as you step up them, one by one. "Sssshhh!" $wife hisses at you. "Sssshhh, yourself!" you fire back as a step creaks under her foot, as well. From the top of the porch steps, you have a clear view of the front door, but it is not left standing ajar as Kirsten had said. "That's weird, the door's closed," $wife says. "Maybe she left a different door open?" you offer, willing yourself not to consider the other possibilities. "The wind could have done it," $wife offers. You put the eerily still night air out of mind and nod. $wife steps up to the door and reaches out for the ornate handle. "Should we try it?" she asks you. (button:)[[["Let's try it."|Try door]]] (button:)[[["Let's see if we can find that open window."|Back window]]]

$wife nods and takes hold of the door's handle. She depresses the bronze lever and pushes inward... But the door doesn't budge. She tries again, and the latch mechanism causes a low "thump" as it catches and holds the door shut.(set: $olgaActive to true) "It's locked," she says with an icy chill. You'll have to find another way in. (button:)[[[Check for Kirsten's open window|Back window]]]

$wife and you head around to the back of the manor, carefully watching your step in the dim moonlight. Immediately around the right side of the structure, you pass by the garage doors at the head of the driveway. A layer of grime discolors each of them, visible even in the darkness. The state of the rest of the building is quite sad. Vines grow wildly up the sides and crowd around windows. At points, the mortar between the very bricks that make up the exterior has begun to degrade from the clinging plantlife. The grass is a few feet tall and even in the miniscule amount of light, you can just make out a path of bent and broken vegetation. You've found Kirsten's path. You both quietly make your way around the massive home and find that the trail goes cold at the base of a trellis which extends from the ground up to the second floor. About five feet above the ground and directly adjacent to the trellis is a window into the first floor, though it is closed. "She said she left the window //and// the front door open, right?" you ask $wife. She nods. "Maybe she went in a different window?" she offers as explanation. You look around, but the trail in the grass clearly ends at the trellis. "I think this is our window. Maybe it's still unlocked..." "Maybe..." (button:)[[[Climb the trellis and try the window|Trellis player]]] (button:)[[[Ask $wife to climb the trellis and try the window|Roshambo]]] (if: not $olgaActive)[(button:)[[[Try the front door|Front door]]]]

"Oh, no," $wife protests, "I'm not climbing up that." "We both have to, if we're going through that window," you point out. She glances down quietly, setting her jaw. "Rock, paper, scissors for who goes first?" You don't see much of a choice. She readies her fist and you, yours. She whispers, "one, two, three, shoot!" (button:)[[[Pick rock|Roshambo rock]]] (button:)[[[Pick paper|Roshambo paper]]] (button:)[[[Pick scissors|Roshambo scissors]]]

(set: $wifeChoice to (either: "rock","paper","scissors")) You throw out your choice of rock. { (if: $wifeChoice is "rock")[ $wife also throws out rock. It's a tie. (button:)[[[Try again|Roshambo Redo]]] ] (if: $wifeChoice is "paper")[ $wife throws out paper. She wins. (button:)[[[Climb the trellis|Trellis player reluctant]]] ] (if: $wifeChoice is "scissors")[ $wife throws out scissors. You win.(set: $roshambo to "win") "Ugh," she groans. (button:)[[[Make her climb the trellis|Trellis wife]]] (button:)[[[Offer to climb the trellis anyway|Trellis player reluctant]]] ] }

(set: $wifeChoice to (either: "rock","paper","scissors")) You throw out your choice of paper. { (if: $wifeChoice is "paper")[ $wife also throws out paper. It's a tie. (button:)[[[Try again|Roshambo Redo]]] ] (if: $wifeChoice is "scissors")[ $wife throws out scissors. She wins. (button:)[[[Climb the trellis|Trellis player reluctant]]] ] (if: $wifeChoice is "rock")[ $wife throws out rock. You win.(set: $roshambo to "win") "Ugh," she groans. (button:)[[[Make her climb the trellis|Trellis wife]]] (button:)[[[Offer to climb the trellis anyway|Trellis player reluctant]]] ] }

(set: $wifeChoice to (either: "rock","paper","scissors")) You throw out your choice of scissors. { (if: $wifeChoice is "scissors")[ $wife also throws out scissors. It's a tie. (button:)[[[Try again|Roshambo Redo]]] ] (if: $wifeChoice is "rock")[ $wife throws out rock. She wins. (button:)[[[Climb the trellis|Trellis player reluctant]]] ] (if: $wifeChoice is "paper")[ $wife throws out paper. You win.(set: $roshambo to "win") "Ugh," she groans. (button:)[[[Make her climb the trellis|Trellis wife]]] (button:)[[[Offer to climb the trellis anyway|Trellis player reluctant]]] ] }

"Again," $wife whispers. "One, two, three, shoot!" (button:)[[[Pick rock|Roshambo rock]]] (button:)[[[Pick paper|Roshambo paper]]] (button:)[[[Pick scissors|Roshambo scissors]]]

"I've got it," you say to $wife. (set: $trellisClimb to "yes") You step forward and try not to let your hesitance show as you hoist yourself up onto the rickety trellis. You brush aside a few scraggly vines and within moments, you've scrambled up parallel with the window. You reach out carefully, and it slides open quietly, with no resistance. "We're in," you whisper back. "Come on." (button:)[[[Climb in through the window|Kitchen]]]

(set: $wifeMood to "angry") $wife gives you a look that, even in the virtual darkness of the dim moonlight, you can tell means death. You gulp nervously. Silently, $wife turns around and begins making her way up the trellis. With a few good hand and foot holds, she shimmies her way up to the lower window and reaches out to give it a try. The window's lower pane glides up silently. "Ha! Good work," you whisper up to her. She looks back and gives you another glare before contorting herself over and into the now open window. (button:)[[[Follow her|Kitchen]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[After clamboring through the open window, the two of you find yourselves standing in the pitch black kitchen of Branson Hill Manor. "Don't worry, I came prepared," $wife chimes in as she produces a small pocket flashlight and flips it on. Immediately, the high end kitchen is illuminated with a blinding beam of light. "That's a hell of a flashlight," you remark. "I know. Good thing I brought it, huh?"(set: $inventory to it + (ds: "flashlight")) (if: (history:) contains "Try door")["You couldn't have used it before now?" you gripe, massaging the scrapes along your arms from the garden's branches and thorns. (if: (history:) contains "Break and enter")["Don't want to draw attention to our '//breaking and entering,//' do we?" she says mockingly. //She has a point//, you think to yourself. ] (else:)["Could've drawn unwanted attention," she replies. //Good point//, you think to yourself. ]] "Come on, Kirsten's waiting on us," she says as she steps deeper into the kitchen. As she waves the flashlight slowly around the room, you see all of the staples of a high end private kitchen: gas range, overhead pot rack with loads of gleaming copper cookware, gargantuan island, marble countertops, stainless steel side-by-side refrigerator, walk-in pantry, and more, all of it spotlessly clean, in stark contrast to the unkempt exterior of the home. The far northwest end of the kitchen contains a small breakfast nook surrounded by bay windows that stretch from floor to ceiling. The rest is populated by a central island and many many counters and cabinets. "She was right," $wife says. This place doesn't look abandoned at all. (if: (history:) contains "Try door")["Kinda concerning, considering the door and window are shut now," you point out.] (else:)["Makes you wonder about the window being shut, huh?" you point out. ] $wife shudders. "Let's find that gun and get out of here," she says. ] } There are two doors out of the kitchen in addition to the pantry. One appears to open east onto a dining room, and the other leads south to a hallway. (button:)[[[Search the kitchen|Search kitchen]]] (button:)[[[Go to the dining room|Dining room]]] (button:)[[[Go to the hallway|Hallway 1Fa]]]

Reluctantly, you step past $wife and begin climbing the trellis. You can feel and hear the weathered wood creaking in your hands and beneath your feet.(set: $trellisClimb to "yes") Thankfully, though, it seems to be holding your weight. You slowly make your way up to the window and reach out. The pane offers no resistance. It slides open quietly. "Got it," you whisper back to $wife. She returns a smile that indicates she is eternally grateful that it's you up here and not her. (button:)[[[Climb in through the window|Kitchen]]]

"Let's look around here for a second," you say. { (if: $wifeMood is "angry")["First the trellis, and now you don't want to go get the actual thing we came here for? What's with you tonight?" You roll your eyes and continue checking the kitchen. ] } After several moments of checking the cabinets, pantry, and refrigerator, it's beginning to look like this place really //is// abandoned. No food anywhere, except for a miniscule supply of nonperishables in the pantry, and absolutely no sign that any of the cookware or appliances have been used in, well, probably around two years. "Why is everything so clean, when it seems clear that no one has been here since the owner vanished?" you ask out loud. "I don't know," $wife says, "but we should find that gun. Kirsten said she dropped it right outside the hall closet." (button:)[[[Check the hallway|Hallway 1Fa]]] (button:)[[[Check the dining room|Dining room]]]

You step into the dining room, $wife following right behind you with the flashlight. { (if: (history:) contains "Search kitchen")[This room is just as barren as the kitchen. It's perfectly clean, not a speck of dust anywhere. But there's no sign of life otherwise.] (else:)[This room is spotless, not a speck of dust anywhere. But there's no sign of life otherwise.] } The large table in the center has only a single chair at the head. Five others line the long wall. Aside from the door to the kitchen, there is a single doorway opening south into a sitting room of some kind. On the walls of the dining room are {(if: (history:) contains "Sitting room" or "Hallway 1F")[more displays of //immensely// oversized breasts in the form of more paintings](else:)[a host of large ornate oil paintings, all featuring topless women with //immensely// oversized breasts prominently displayed.] } In the far corner, a marble statue of a similarly busty woman cups her breasts with a single arm, the mass of alabaster flesh overflowing her pitiful attempt at modesty. { (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")["Well, //now// I definitely feel a bit self-conscious," $wife says, holding the light's beam on the statue's chest. ] } "The boob-enhancing raygun is starting to seem a bit more plausible..." you say. "Seen enough?" $wife asks, gawking at the sights. "Yeah..." you trail off, attempting to tear your gaze away from all of the... art. You don't believe there's anything more to see here. { (if: $wifeMood is "angry")[(button:)[[[Check out the sitting room->Sitting room]]] ] (else:)[(button:)[[[Check out the sitting room->Sitting room 2]]]] } (button:)[[[Head back to the hallway->Hallway 1Fa]]]

The hallway is in the shape of a squat, wide T, with the main straightaway stretching from the kitchen at the back of the manor to the foyer at the front. A single offshoot branches off eastward near the middle of the hall's length, ending at a closed doorway on the end adjacent to (if: (history:) does not contain "Sitting room")[a doorway into what looks like a sitting room.](else:)[the sitting room's entryway.] Two doors stand opposite one another at the south end of the hall which opens into the dark, cavernous foyer. One of these doors sits open, revealing a bathroom. (if: (history:) does not contain "Closet 1Fa")[The other is closed, and looks like it //could// be the closet Kirsten mentioned.](else:)[The other is a modestly sized closet.] { (if: (history:) contains "Dining room" or "Sitting room")[Here, too, the lady of the house's obsession with well-endowed women is readily apparent. More paintings line both sides of the hall, and even the ornate, white chair rail molding is carved with numerous rounded, suggestive shapes. (if: visits is 1)["Tits... everywhere..." $wife mutters, taking in the surroundings.]] (else:)[Elaborate oil paintings depicting various well-endowed women without tops line both sides of the hall, and even the ornate, white chair rail molding is carved with numerous rounded, suggestive shapes. ] (if: visits is 1)["We should see if that's the closet," $wife says. ] (if: (history:) contains "Sitting room" or "Sitting room 2")[(button:)[[[Return to the sitting room->Sitting room 2]]]] (else-if: $wifeMood is "angry")[(button:)[[[Investigate the sitting room->Sitting room]]]] (else:)[(button:)[[[Investigate the sitting room->Sitting room 2]]] ] } (button:)[[[Check out the bathroom->Bathroom 1F]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Closet 1Fa")[(button:)[[[Open the door across from the bathroom->Closet 1Fa]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Open the closet door->Closet 1Fa]]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Garage")[(button:)[[[Open the door at the end of the hallway's offshoot->Garage]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Go to the garage->Garage]]]] (button:)[[[Head into the foyer->Foyer 1F]]]

You move toward the open doorway to the sitting room, but $wife grabs you lightly by the wrist. "I //really// think we should go look for that raygun and get out of here," she says. Her voice seems tense. (button:)[[["You're right. Let's go back to the hallway."|Hallway 1Fa]]] (button:)[[["It'll only take a second."|Sitting room 2]]]

(if: $wifeMood is "angry")[Ignoring $wife's objections, you head into the sitting room.] { (if: visits is 1)[(if: (history:) contains "Dining room" )[The sitting room is much like the dining room before it. ](else-if: (history:) contains "Hallway 1Fa")[The sitting room is much like the hallway.] More ornately framed paintings of well-endowed topless women adorn the walls, and the furnishings are (if: (history:) contains "Dining room")[similarly] lavish, but again sparse, with only a pair of sitting chairs and small side table with a lamp. ] (else:)[The sitting room contains two chairs and a small side table with a lamp. ] } In one corner, a small cabinet stands against the wall, topped with a modest collection of empty glass bottles and glassware. Next to this cabinet, the only other doorway in this room appears to open southward onto a branch of the main hallway. { (if: $wifeMood is "angry")["Looks like we managed to find the hallway eventually, despite your best efforts," $wife huffs. "Let's go." She begins heading toward the doorway. (button:)[[[Move on to the hallway|Hallway 1Fa]]] ] (else:)[(if: visits is 1)["There are a //lot// of massive boobs in this place," $wife observes. "What the hell was with this lady?" "No idea," you murmur, your eyes following $wife's flashlight beam as it moves from one incredible chest to the next. ]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Sitting room cabinet")[(button:)[[[Investigate the cabinet|Sitting room cabinet]]] ] } (button:)[[[Move on to the hallway|Hallway 1Fa]]] (if: (history:) contains "Escort" and not $waited)[(button:)[[[Wait for Miss VanBusen|Wait]]]]

You step over to the cabinet against the wall, motioning for $wife to move her flashlight to illuminate it. { (if: $wifeMood is "angry")[She lets out a light sigh and complies. "Just be quick, okay?" she says. "We don't have time for this." ] (else-if: $wifeMood is "jealous")[After a moment, you realize that $wife is lost in her own little world, examining the paintings all around the room. You clear your throat and she snaps out of it with a look of embarrassment. "Sorry," she offers. ] } Up close, the cabinet appears to be some sort of bar. It is not locked and the wooden doors swing open easily. Inside are a host of bottles of colored liquids. You squint through the shadows cast by the flashlight and reposition to allow for better illumination. Some of the labels and bottle types repeat, but you can notice three bottles labled Bust Up Mk.2. They are particularly ornate bottles, each with a skull and crossbones icon on the label, though the skull appears to be winking seductively. { (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")[$wife squeezes in next to you and gawks at the bottles. "I mean, we have to assume these do what we're thinking they do, right?" she says mischievously. You were thinking the same thing as both Kirsten's newly bountiful bosom and the gallery of tits around you parade through your thoughts. (button:)[[["You should drink one."|Drink]]] (button:)[[["Don't get any crazy ideas."|Wife drink]]] (button:)[[["Let's take a few."|Take bottles]]] ] (else-if: $wifeMood is "angry")["We don't have time for this," $wife grumbles. "Let's go." (button:)[[[Move on to the hallway|Hallway 1Fa]]] ] (else-if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ "Don't think any of that is going to help us get that door open," $wife says. "It was worth a shot," you shrug. You can tell from her voice that she's trying her best to hold it together. Best to keep looking for a way to help the woman upstairs... (button:)[[[Leave the cabinet be|Sitting room 2]]] (button:)[[[Save a few bottles, just in case.|Take bottles]]] ] (else:)[(button:)[[["You should drink one."|Wife don't drink]]] (button:)[[["Let's take a few."|Take bottles]]] ] }

$wife looks at you for a moment before saying, "That was my thinking." Without hesitation, she reaches past you and grabs a bottle labelled "Bust Up Mk.2," pops the cork, and downs the entirety of its contents like she was in a drinking competition. { (set: $wifeBust to it + 1) (if: $wifeBust is 1)[(display: "Grow 1")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 2)[(display: "Grow 2")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 3)[(display: "Grow 3")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is false)[(display: "Grow 4")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is true)[(display: "Grow 4 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is false)[(display: "Grow 5")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is true)[(display: "Grow 5 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is false)[(display: "Grow 6")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is true)[(display: "Grow 6 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is false)[(display: "Grow 7")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is true)[(display: "Grow 7 repeat")] } "We should (if: (history:) does not contain "Closet 1Fa")[go find that gun](else:)[keep looking around]," she says matter-of-factly. (button:)[[["I, uh, need a second."|Cool down]]] (button:)[[["Yeah, let's go."|Hallway 1Fa]]]

No sooner do the words leave your mouth than $wife fires a hand out with lightning speed and scoops up one of the "Bust Up, Mk.2" bottles. "Sorry, but you saw Kirsten's tits," she says apologetically just before pulling the cork out of the bottle and downing the entirety of its contents. You stand there, awestruck, wondering what the hell has come over her. Maybe all of the boobs around caused something to misfire in her brain. { (set: $wifeBust to it + 1) (if: $wifeBust is 1)[(display: "Grow 1")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 2)[(display: "Grow 2")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 3)[(display: "Grow 3")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is false)[(display: "Grow 4")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is true)[(display: "Grow 4 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is false)[(display: "Grow 5")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is true)[(display: "Grow 5 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is false)[(display: "Grow 6")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is true)[(display: "Grow 6 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is false)[(display: "Grow 7")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is true)[(display: "Grow 7 repeat")] } She clears her throat and says, "we should (if: (history:) does not contain "Closet 1Fa")[go find that gun](else:)[keep looking around]." (button:)[[["I, uh, need a second."|Cool down]]] (button:)[[["Yeah, let's go."|Hallway 1Fa]]]

(set: $inventory to it + (ds: "formulae")) You reach out and scoop up a handful of the bottles, grabbing one of each different label. { (if: (history:) contains "Break and enter")["Upgrading from breaking and entering to full-on burglary, huh?" $wife jabs. You shrug your shoulders. ] } Sliding the handful of tiny glass bottles into your pockets, you make a mental note not to do any sort of gymnastics that could end up with you pulling glass shards out of your thighs. { (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")["You know, I was just about to suggest we take a few of those home to play with," $wife whispers seductively into your ear. You imagine yourself on your back as she lowers a brand new set of massive tits down over your face to smother the life out of you... ] (else:)["Got your souvenirs?" $wife jabs. "Just thought it could be something fun for later," you reply. ] (if: $wifeMood is "angry")["After making me climb the trellis?" she snears. "You might need to try them out on your own if you plan on playing with some tits anytime soon." ] (else-if: $wifeMood is "jealous")["It's a date," she says with a hint of sly seduction. ] (else-if: $wifeMood is "scared")["Whatever," she dismisses, glancing around nervously. ] (else:)["Perhaps..." she whispers coyly. ] } (button:)[[[Head to the hallway->Hallway 1Fa]]]

"I don't think so," $wife replies, stifling a chuckle. "Besides, we're supposed to be finding that ray gun to get Kirsten back to normal, remember?" Oh, you remember. Kirsten's enormous breasts, squeezed tightly into her form-fitting track suit have been trying to bounce themselves back into your thoughts all night. (button:)[[[Take a few bottles->Take bottles]]] (button:)[[[Head to the hallway->Hallway 1Fa]]]

"Take all the time you need," $wife says with a sly grin on her face. "Wouldn't want you all hot and bothered while we explore the creepy abandoned mansion." { (if: $wifeBust is 1)[She uses her arms to squeeze her new, enormous breasts together inside the confines of her blouse and wiggles them back and forth a bit, punctuating her final sentence. ] (else-if: $wifeBust is 2)[She takes the flashlight and slowly slides the back end of it into the opening created by her single missing shirt button. It slowly sinks further and further into her cleavage until only the bulb and glass are visible in the opening. You desperately try to get over the thought of your cock taking the place of that flashlight before she plunges a hand in and digs it back out with a knowing glance your way. ] (else-if: $wifeBust is 3)[She takes the flashlight and begins sliding it vertically up and down between her huge tits, using her other arm to hold the orbs of flesh tightly together, pantomiming a titfuck for a few moments, getting steadily faster and faster. Then she shoots you a knowing look and pulls the fabric of her top back into place. ] } She turns and leaves the room, heading into the hallway, leaving you alone with your thoughts of wobbling mammaries. After a good minute or two, you manage to regain your senses and put $wife's enormous tits out of your mind, more or less. (button:)[[[Follow her out to the hallway->Hallway 1Fa]]]

{ (set: $inventory to (ds: "flashlight")) (set: $wifeBust to 0) (set: $wifeLac to 0) (set: $bande to false) (set: $wifeMood to "happy") (set: $olgaActive to false) (set: $metOlga to false) (set: $guests to false) (set: $nymphQuest to false) (set: $ghostQuest to false) (set: $devilQuest to false) (set: $waited to false) (set: $invokeIdol to false) (set: $codeKnown to false) (set: $ghostWarned to false) (set: $doorBoarded to true) (set: $ghostVanquished to false) (set: $doctorFateKnown to false) (set: $determined to false) (set: $takeBra to false) (set: $pageFound to false) (set: $willing to false) (set: $useSludge to false) (set: $nymphRevived to false) (set: $nymphRevivedDevil to false) (set: $nymphFree to false) (set: $metNymph to false) (set: $repeat4 to false) (set: $repeat5 to false) (set: $repeat6 to false) (set: $repeat7 to false) (set: $foundJournal to false) (set: $doorLocked to true) (set: $devilWarned to false) (set: $nanoboosterName to false) (set: $braName to false) (set: $Lus to false) (set: $stra to false) (set: $devilRitualKnown to false) (set: $metDevil to false) (set: $metHelga to false) (set: $HelgaMoved to false) (set: $HelgaWarned to false) (set: $nameKnown to false) (set: $dusted to false) (set: $seenKeypad to false) (set: $hallLogic to 0) (set: $remainingWishes to 2) (set: $caseLocked to true) (set: $epilogue to false) (set: $badWish to 0) (set: $schematics to false) (set: $powerOn to false) (set: $workStations to false) (set: $needStabilizer to false) (set: $elevator to false) }

(set: $wifeMood to "jealous")Right on cue, the baby blue fabric of her button-down blouse begins to surge outward quickly, pulling at the pair of buttons directly in front of her breasts. "Whoa! This feels..." $wife pauses, assessing the sensations she's feeling, "//really// good!" With another sudden surge, the once moderately loose fabric of her top is pulled extremely tight, accentuating the newly swollen shape of her breasts. You are //very// familiar with the shape and size of $wife's breasts (a full, perky 36B). As a breast aficionado, you've studied them for many hours over the life of your marriage... enthusiastically. The breasts before you are now something else entirely. With every passing second, the flesh bound within that thin blue cloth is expanding outward, straining at the fabric and causing the bra beneath to begin cutting into her flesh, creating a "boob overflow" effect visible even with the textile covering between you and that sumptuous flesh. $wife begins to pant. "This actually feels... so... fucking... GOOD," she is still attempting to keep her voice down, but she is clearly having trouble containing her ecstasy as she undergoes these changes. She leans over and steadies herself with a hand against the wall. "So, uh..." you stumble over your words as your focus is locked on her growing breasts, "no regrets?" "Not at all," she says, happily, "I wish we'd checked out this place four years ago. Don't see what Kirsten's issue is." Another surge of growth swells her chest forward and pulls at the buttons so intensely that you hear the seams of the shirt groan. "I think you're about to burst out of your shirt," you say. "Oh, god, I hope so," $wife says with glee. "Come on, girls, let's blow these buttons." She flexes her arms back and arches her back, thrusting her chest forward. At this moment, the true extent of the growth becomes apparent. Her former B cup breasts have billowed and grown to the point of pushing D cups, by your estimation. The additional flesh is testing the limits of the clothing which currently binds it. But it does not manage to break its confines. Despite $wife's stretching and straining, the buttons and seams hold, though they are under extreme duress. "Ugh," she grumbles, "really thought I could bust them." The disappointment in her voice is noticeable. "Has it stopped?" you ask. "Yeah," she confirms, "I'm pretty sure. There was this intense... tingling... sensation when I was growing. Then... nothing." "Wouldn't call //that// nothing," you assert. "True," she says, " these feel so incredible. Once we get back home and get Kirsten taken care of... I absolutely plan to break them in on you." You let the possiblities of $wife's newly acquired assets play through your mind for a blissful moment. Just as your thoughts come to her squeezing her breasts together and bringing them down onto your face, smothering you as you--

"Holy shit," $wife hisses. You look over to see that she has dropped the flashlight and cupped her hands to her breasts. "What's wrong?" you ask, picking up the dropped flashlight. "I just started lactating," she responds. "Nice," you let slip before catching yourself. You're pretty sure you haven't told $wife about your affinity for lactation... She gives you a sideways glance and raises an eyebrow before simply saying, "Noted." She then uses her thumbs and index fingers to pinch each of her nipples(if: $wifeBust < 6)[ through her (if: $wifeBust is 1)[bra and ]shirt], and you can clearly see (if: $wifeBust < 6)[a dark spot of wetness slowly spreading over each one.](else:)[droplets of white milk trickling down from each of them in the light of the flashlight.] She is lost in the moment of pleasure, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she eagerly plays with her new toys. You begin to salivate as you imagine wrapping your lips around her nipples and pressing your face into those enormous, pillowy tits while you suck drop after drop of warm, sweet milk from them. As you feel yourself getting worked up, you snap out of your stupor. $wife appears to snap out of it as well. She pulls her hands away from her breasts and shakes her head. "I think it stopped," she says. "Aww," you jokingly groan, carefully threading the needle between sarcasm and sincere disappointment. "Well, once we get out of here, maybe you can do a thorough inspection to see if it really has stopped," she offers. You gulp at the thought and hand the flashlight back to her.

Sorry, friend. That's all there is for now. This game is still in development. I really do want to thank you for playing, and kudos for making it this far. Seriously. Be sure to keep an eye out for Version 1.6.0 to release. That'll be the big release that will add something interesting on the other side of the code you just entered. And that'll be it. Game over. I'll be all done with major releases for Enter the Expansion Mansion. Development has been a wild ride, especially the last several months. If you've been supporting me through any part of this via Patreon, thank you. I can do this //because// of supporters like you. If you've just been playing the public releases for free on itch.io, well, I'm still very grateful that you would take time out of your life to check out a silly boob game that someone like me has stumbled their way through putting together. I hope it was enjoyable for you. Until next major release, see ya, perv.

(if: $wifeMood is "angry")["We //don't// have time for this," $wife blurts out as you begin toward the bathroom. (button:)[[[Ignore the bathroom->Hallway 1Fa]]]] (else-if: visits is 1)[You make your way over to the open door to the bathroom. $wife follows behind you, illuminating the small room. Inside are the expected fixtures for a small restroom. A basic vanity sits adjacent to the doorway. A simple sink lies in the top of the vanity, and a mirror adorns the wall above it. On the opposite wall, a white porcelain toilet sits, just as spotless as the rest of the home you've seen. The only empty wall of the room is dominated by a singular immense painting of a victorian woman sitting on the edge of a large fountain. Like the other paintings you have seen, this woman's figure is inhumanly curvaceous. A pair of breasts larger than any you have ever seen, real or fictional, hang from her chest and rest across her lap. Her right arm reaches down toward her massive right nipple, unable to quite reach it near her knees. Her left arm is threaded beneath the mound of breast flesh and under her dress, en route to pleasure herself, by your best guess. { (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")["Quite the bathroom decor, hm?" $wife asks, teasing. "Give you any ideas, maybe?" You look at her, raising an eyebrow at her forwardness. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[She doesn't meet your gaze. Instead, she is feining disinterest and casually rubbing her left nipple(if: $wifeBust < 5)[ through her clothing].]] (else-if: $wifeMood is not "jealous")["I just... don't know what this woman's deal was," $wife says. "Me either," you agree. You wish for a moment that you weren't in a creepy abandoned mansion searching for a ray gun that grows boobs, so you could just... be alone in the restroom for a few moments. ] } Otherwise, there appears to be nothing of interest here. (button:)[[[Return to the hallway->Hallway 1Fa]]]] (else:)[The bathroom is unchanged from your first visit. (button:)[[[Return to the hallway->Hallway 1Fa]]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[You open the door directly across from the bathroom and find yourself staring into a storage closet. ] } The closet is filled with assorted overcoats, hats, and shoes. A series of small shelves line the right wall, holding random knick knacks and accessories. { (if: $inventory does not contain "raygun")[Among the items on the shelves sits a small lavender colored gun, roughly the size of a pistol. Instead of a barrel, the gun is tipped with a pointed cone, wrapped with a trio of translucent rings. Just as Kirsten described, it looks like a raygun from a 1950s pulp story. ] } (button:)[[[Return to the hallway->Hallway 1Fa]]] (if: $inventory does not contain "raygun")[(button:)[[[Take Raygun->Take raygun]]]]

{ (if: $wifeMood is "angry")["Would you stop screwing around?!" $wife says with noticeable hostility. "Kirsten is waiting on us. Let's go." (button:)[[[Go check out the closet->Closet 1Fa]]] ] (else:)[ (if: visits is 1)[You check the door at the end of the hallway's branch, just past the doorway into the sitting room. The door is locked with a simple deadbolt. You turn the latch and unlock it. Carefully prying open the door, you find yourself on the inside of the garage you saw outside. ] Inside the garage stand two exceptionally nice cars inside the two leftmost bays and a lot of shelving inside, the rightmost holding a host of lawncare equipment and assorted tools. (button:)[[[Search the shelves->Garage shelves]]] (button:)[[[Search the cars->Garage cars]]] (button:)[[[Return to the hallway->Hallway 1Fa]]] ] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[You walk into the front foyer and are suddenly struck by the sheer wealth at play in this place. Marble floors and opulent crimson carpets shine in the glow of $wife's flashlight. On the south wall is the front door, flanked by large bay windows, barely visible behind drawn floor to ceiling curtains. It is strangely shut, despite Kirsten's insistence that she left it wide open in her haste. To the east is an unassuming door, currently shut. Across from the front door is a grand staircase that ascends to the second floor. Carved wooden sculptures of women adorn the bottom of each bannister. Each is, of course, endowed with an awe-inspiring bust, fully revealed by loose robes. The upper landing of the staircase becomes a walkway that wraps around all four walls of the foyer above you. Just to the west side of the staircase, another hallway extends back into the manor's interior. (if: $olgaActive)[(set: $metOlga to true)More importantly, in the center of the foyer, stands a woman in a skin-tight and skimpy French maid uniform. The clothing (if it can truly be called that) accentuates her curvaceous figure, including her plush behind, the bottom of which peeks out from the ruffles of her skirt, and two sizeable breasts, large enough to be faintly visible from behind. She has bright blonde, almost white, shoulder-length hair, immaculately straightened and topped with a black and white headband, accented with ruffled lace. Immediately, the woman turns around on the spot, the motion too smooth to be human. Her bosom, displayed prominently by the low-cut front of her uniform, finishes moving about two seconds after the rest of her body. Where a face would be expected, the woman instead has a gaping black oval void, punctuated by two piercing white dots that invoke eyes and a tiny u of a smile where a mouth should be. After a moment of shock, you realize the face is a digital screen, projecting a crude smiley face. "What the fuck is that?" $wife whispers to you. "Sex doll?" you venture a hushed guess. "Greetings, trespassers," the maid addresses you both in a tinny, feminine voice. "My name is Olga. I must ask you to, please, leave the premises at once. I will inform the police of your crimes. Calling now..." The voice cuts off and audio begins emitting from her in the form of a dial tone. The simplified facial features are replaced with an icon of a phone handset. The tone is followed by her voice once more, "Error. Call could not be completed." She cocks her head to the side in a very quick, precise motion that causes her half-revealed breasts to jiggle briefly. The phone icon disappears in favor of her "face" again. "Unable to correct error. Please, notify police manually." After that, she just stands eerily still, her illuminated face showing no hint of emotion beyond the cutesy smile. "What should we do?" $wife asks. "How about..." you begin, as you approach the maid. (button:)[[["Sorry, we were just leaving."|Vanilla ending]]] (button:)[[["Are... are you a sex doll?"|Sex doll]]] (if: (history:) contains "Garage cars")[ (button:)[[["We're... uh... here to see Miss VanBusen?"|Guests]]] ]] (if: not $olgaActive)[(button:)[[[Go down the hallway east of the stairs|Hallway 1Fa]]] (button:)[[[Go down the hallway west of the stairs|Hallway 1Fb Logic]]] (if: (history:) contains "Maid quarters")[(button:)[[[Enter the maids' quarters|Maid quarters]]] ](else:)[(button:)[[[Go through the side door|Maid quarters]]] ] (button:)[[[Go upstairs|Stairs up]]] (if: $determined is false and $wifeMood is not "scared")[(button:)[[[Leave through the front door|Vanilla ending]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Leave through the front door|Not leaving]]] ]] ] (else:)[You stand in the grand foyer of the manor. South is the front door. North is the grand staircase. To either side of the stairs is a hallway into the rest of the manor. On the eastern wall is (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid quarters")[an unassuming door](else:)[the door to the "servants' quarters"]. (button:)[[[Go down the hallway east of the stairs|Hallway 1Fa]]] (button:)[[[Go down the hallway west of the stairs|Hallway 1Fb Logic]]] (if: (history:) contains "Maid quarters")[(button:)[[[Enter the maids' quarters|Maid quarters]]] ](else:)[(button:)[[[Go through the side door|Maid quarters]]] ] (button:)[[[Go upstairs|Stairs up]]] (if: $determined is false and $wifeMood is not "scared")[(button:)[[[Leave through the front door|Vanilla ending]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Leave through the front door|Not leaving]]] ]] }

{ (if: $inventory contains "drill" and "fertilizer")[Various tools line the shelves, but nothing of note.] (else-if: $inventory contains "drill")[The only thing on the shelves of interest is a small bottle of plant fertilizer labelled "Luscious Harvest."(if: $nymphQuest)[ This must be what the nymph needs.]] (else-if: $inventory contains "fertilizer")[The only thing of interest left on the shelves is a cordless power drill. (if: $ghostQuest)[This should be exactly what you need to unboard that door upstairs.]] (else:)[The shelves contain everything from a cordless power drill to bottles of plant fertilizer labelled "Luscious Harvest." (if: $ghostQuest)[The power drill could be exactly what you need to unboard that door upstairs.] (if: $nymphQuest)[The fertilizer could potentially help the nymph upstairs.]] (if: $inventory does not contain "drill")[(button:)[[[Take the drill->Take drill]]]] (if: $inventory does not contain "fertilizer")[(button:)[[[Take the plant fertilizer->Take fertilizer]]]] (button:)[[[Leave the shelves as they are->Garage]]] }

(set: $nameKnown to true)The nearest car is a cherry red two seater convertible with the top currently down. It has a custom license plate that reads "BGRIZBTR." "Bigger is better," you mutter under your breath. "At least she's consistent." $wife nods in agreement. The more distant car is an older white 4-door sedan. Peeking through the windows, you see a plush leather interior that seems to be in perfect condition. The plate on this one reads "VANBUSEN." Maybe the owner's name? Both vehicles are spotless. You try the door handles on the sedan, but it's locked up. A quick check of the convertible turns up nothing of note. (button:)[[[Leave the cars be->Garage]]]

{ (set: $inventory to it + (ds: "drill")) You pick up the cordless drill and give the trigger a few short squeezes. The bit whirs to life with an electric whine with each activation. $wife looks at you questioningly. (if: $ghostQuest)["Could work to remove those boards upstairs," you offer. She nods. ] (if: $inventory does not contain "fertilizer")[(button:)[[[Take fertilizer->Take fertilizer]]] ] (button:)[[[Return to the hallway->Hallway 1Fa]]] }

{ (set: $inventory to it + (ds: "fertilizer")) You pick up the tiny bottle of "Luscious Harvest" fertilizer and give it a slight shake. You determine that it's about one third full as the liquid contents slosh around. (if: $nymphQuest)["For (if: (history:) contains "Journal 6")[Meloni](else:)[that plant thing]?" $wife inquires. You nod.] (if: $inventory does not contain "drill")[(button:)[[[Take the drill->Take drill]]] ] } (button:)[[[Return to the hallway->Hallway 1Fa]]]

You reach out and pick up the lavender ray gun.(set: $inventory to it + (ds: "raygun")) In the light of $wife's flashlight, you take a closer look at the device that seems to have led to this bizarre night. Aside from the trigger, the device has only a simple dial on the side with a few settings engraved into the casing around it. The leftmost setting shows a single "-" sign. The top setting shows a simple "clock" icon. The rightmost setting depicts a "+" sign. The dial is currently set to the clock. "That has to be it," $wife says. { (if: $wifeMood is "angry")["Let's get the fuck out of here and get Kirsten back to normal." (button:)[[[Return home->Mad ending]]] (button:)[[[Test the ray gun on $wife->Mad expansion ending]]] ] (else-if: $wifeMood is "scared")["That's Kirsten taken care of, now let's help that poor girl upstairs and get the fuck out of here!" she adds emphatically. (button:)[[[Keep looking around|Hallway 1Fa]]] ] (else-if: $wifeMood is "jealous")["Can I take a look?" she asks. (button:)[[["Here you go."->Wife raygun]]] (button:)[[["I think I'll hold onto it."->Hallway 1Fa]]] (button:)[[["Why look when you can test it out?"->Use raygun]]] ] (else:)["Looks like it," you reply. (button:)[[[Head back to the hallway->Hallway 1Fa]]] (button:)[[[Test the ray gun on $wife->Use raygun]]] ] }

$wife grabs the raygun from you and stuffs it into her bag. { "I don't know what the fuck kind of weird-ass place this is, but at least we can turn Kirsten back to normal\ (if: (history:)contains "Peek Chest")[, and maybe you can stop ogling our neighbor, hm?"]\ (else:)[."] } The two of you exit through the front door, leaving the strange, breast-obsessed world of the manor behind you in the dark. The walk home is silent and tense. You can feel the irritation radiating from $wife. You're kicking yourself for not just climbing that stupid trellis first. When you arrive back home, Kirsten is sitting on the couch, looking up to you both, hope in her eyes. Her enormous chest is resting on her lap, rising and lowering with her every breath. Her breasts are noticeably larger than they were when you left her. The zipper of her tracksuit top has fully given up at this point, revealing a ruined bra buried beneath an expanse of two spherical mammaries separated by a deep crevasse of cleavage. The sad flacid flaps of her top dangle precariously over her nipples, giving the illusion of modesty, though their form is still clearly visible beneath the soft fabric. "Did you find it?" she asks meekly. "Yeah, right here," $wife answers, digging around in her bag for the raygun. She pulls the lavender device out and looks it over before setting the dial to the "-" setting. "Minus should do it, right?" she asks of no one in particular before turning the dial. "Please let this work..." Kirsten mutters, pulling at her top in a vain attempt to cover her chest. $wife points the device at Kirsten's giant breasts and pulls the trigger. A purple blast of energy radiates from the cone at the front of the gun and seems to vanish into Kirsten's flesh. Almost instantly, her breasts begin to deflate, the taut skin loosening slightly and the flaps of her top sinking as the mounds beneath them retreat. "Oh my god! It's working!" Kirsten beams. "That's good," you say, already missing the impressive sight just a bit. "Glad you're getting back to normal, Kirsty," $wife says, taking a seat on the couch next to her and placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. Within two minutes, the shrinking effect begins to subside, and Kirsten's chest has returned to her normal B-ish cup size. She hurriedly zips up her top, struggling to get it more than two-thirds zipped, due to the mangling it received at the hands of her temporary bust. She then performs an elaborate maneuver of pulling her arms in and out of their sleeves and produces the torn remnants of her bra with a disappointed look. "I, uh..." she starts, "think I'm gonna go home and pretend this never happened." "Good plan," $wife agrees, giving you a serious look before holding out the raygun and asking Kirsten, "Did you want to take the thing?" "No way in hell," Kirsten stammers. She heads to the door and stops as her hand touches the knob. "You guys okay?" she asks. "I mean, I'm really grateful for what you did, but you seem... tense." "$player decided to chicken out and sent me into the house first. Just a little annoyed that he decided chivalry was dead at the threshold of the creepy abandoned mansion." You shrug apologetically and add, "Sorry about that." $wife looks down at the raygun in her hand before looking back to you. "You will be," she states matter-of-factly. ==><== ###The End

You don't respond to $wife. Instead you reach down and twist the knob to the "+" setting as visions of Kirsten's wobbling breasts stick in your mind. "Stop messing with that thing before I end up like Kirsten!" $wife demands. You give her an apologetic look and level the gun toward her chest. As you move to squeeze the trigger, she darts a hand out and swipes the device from your grasp and points it back at you. "I //know// you weren't about to blast me with this thing!" she rages. "What the fuck is your problem? You don't normally act like this. Forcing me to go in first\ (if: (history:) contains "Peek chest")[, ogling poor Kirsten,]\ and now trying to blow up my tits!" You look at the ground and sigh. She has a point. Maybe it's all of the giant boobs everywhere. It's starting to get to you. You've always been a boob guy and you're starting to feel like you're living out a big tit fantasy story or something. "It's been a weird night," $wife admits. "I get it. There's a lot of boob going around and you got swept up in it all." You nod sheepishly. "Well," she says coyly, "maybe I can help you out a bit, if you want..." Could she be serious? You thought for sure that you were dead meat after trying to blast her. Is she really open to the idea? You feel yourself beginning to grow erect at the thought of $wife willingly blowing her tits up to the size of cantaloupes like Kirsten's. "That actually sounds pretty hot," you say. "It does. Doesn't it?" she responds. Then she raises the raygun and blasts you for a solid three seconds. "What're you doing?!" you cry out. "Giving you some big tits, since that's what you seem laser-focused on tonight." She smirks. Immediately, you feel your T-shirt growing tighter as your chest balloons outward. The increasing weight of your newly formed perky breasts pulls at the fabric's elasticity and stretches it taut. Your nipples harden and begin to drag across the inner surface of your clothing, sending shockwaves rippling through your nervous system. They are beyond sensitive. "Not bad," $wife teases. "I could get on board with this whole 'giant boobs' thing." She tucks the flashlight under her arm and reaches out to squeeze your still-swelling left breast. You feel her fingers sink into your expanding flesh and pulling against the limited slack remaining in your shirt. The feeling causes your legs to tremble as your semi-erection erupts into a full-blown throbbing hard-on, tightening your pants, as well. A soft groan escapes your lips as the pleasure wracks your body. You reach up and squeeze your tits, feeling them still growing at a steady rate. You're passing the early alphabet in terms of cup size, and they don't seem to be slowing very much. You want nothing more than the flexibity to be able to tit-fuck yourself at this moment. "Yeah, this'll be fun," $wife chuckles, heading past you to the front door. "Come along, Sugar-Tits." You turn to follow her out, struggling to breathe as your shirt grows painfully tight. You can't decide if you're more turned on or uncomfortable. =><= ###The End

You hand the gun to $wife. Without wasting a second, a massive grin spreads across her face. She spins the dial to the "+" setting and points the gun at her chest. "I'll give you something to stare at," she says seductively as she pulls the trigger. A purple blast emits from the gun and disappears into her chest. { (set: $wifeBust to it + 1) (if: $wifeBust is 1)[(display: "Grow 1")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 2)[(display: "Grow 2")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 3)[(display: "Grow 3")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is false)[(display: "Grow 4")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is true)[(display: "Grow 4 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is false)[(display: "Grow 5")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is true)[(display: "Grow 5 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is false)[(display: "Grow 6")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is true)[(display: "Grow 6 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is false)[(display: "Grow 7")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is true)[(display: "Grow 7 repeat")] } You both stand there in awe for a few moments before you break the silence. (button:)[[["Well, we know it works. We should head out through the front door."|Foyer 1F]]] (button:)[[["It works. Let's sneak back out the window and go home."|Leave via window]]] (button:)[[["Maybe we should we keep looking around?|Investigate more]]]

You turn the dial to the "+" setting. //That has to be "more boob," right?// You reach out and (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")[see the knowing smile on $wife's face as you] pull the trigger. A deeply purple blast of energy emits from the gun's conical end and blasts $wife's chest, seemingly absorbing straight into her body. { (set: $wifeBust to it + 1) (if: $wifeBust is 1)[(display: "Grow 1")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 2)[(display: "Grow 2")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 3)[(display: "Grow 3")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is false)[(display: "Grow 4")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is true)[(display: "Grow 4 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is false)[(display: "Grow 5")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is true)[(display: "Grow 5 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is false)[(display: "Grow 6")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is true)[(display: "Grow 6 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is false)[(display: "Grow 7")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is true)[(display: "Grow 7 repeat")] } You both stand there in awe for a few moments before you break the silence. (button:)[[["Well, we know it works. We should head out through the front door."|Foyer 1F]]] (button:)[[["It works. Let's sneak back out the window and go home."|Leave via window]]] (button:)[[["Maybe we should we keep looking around?"|Investigate more]]]

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Just like before, $wife's blouse begins to tighten rapidly as the breasts beneath the fabric begin to wobble and expand outward. What little slack was left in the fabric is very quickly vanquished. The flesh within is pulsing and growing. "Nnng..." $wife lets out a grunt as the top strains. Her breasts have to be somewhere in the DD range at this point, and the overflow effect from her B-cup bra is growing incredibly pronounced and plainly visible beneath the super-tight shirt. "Holy shit," you mutter, your eyes glued to the magnificent display unfolding in the dim light of the flashlight. "Hold this," $wife says, thrusting the light into your hands. With her own now empty, she reaches up and grabs a breast in each, squeezing and rubbing her tits with great enthusiasm. You keep the flashlight trained on her chest, eager to ensure you don't miss a single jiggly moment of the growth happening there. She bites her lip in pleasure as another wave ripples through her tits, swelling them out and causing her bra to let out a //SKREEEEEEEEE// as its limits are met. $wife begins to inhale sharply, but she catches herself as if in pain. She winces. "Are you okay?!" you ask. "Fine," she grunts. "Bra is way too tight. Gotta... gotta..." As she trails off, she once again arches her back and throws her shoulders backward. This time, though, the motion is met with the obvious sound of her bra ripping itself apart at the seams and the hazard of a single middle button of her blouse, now converted into a long-range ballistic weapon. In the diamond opening where that button once was you can see the deep, dark chasm of cleavage between $wife's now truly impressive melons. After a few seconds, you realize you've just been staring at her chest silently for far too long. "You okay, there?" she asks, using her upper arms to squeeze her chest and emphasize the enhanced size. "Yeah," you answer back, handing her the flashlight and clearing your throat. "You know," $wife says, hefting her left breast in her hand and feeling the weight, "I think I'm starting to really like this." "Me, too," you add.

"Yeah, I guess Kirsten's still waiting on us," $wife agrees. The two of you make your way back to the kitchen and out the window, climbing back down the trellis. You go down first and $wife follows. { (if: $wifeBust is 1)[She seems to struggle climbing down. "You got it okay?" you call up to her. "I didn't have these tits in the way when I climbed //up// this thing." "True," you acknowledge, "They do seem to make climbing more difficult." (button:)[[["Maybe they'll make something better."|Vanilla ending]]] ] (if: $wifeBust is 2)[She has some clear difficulty maneuvering her way down. "You okay?" you call up to her. "Yeah... these big-ass tits are throwing me off. I wasn't nearly as top-heavy on the way up." "Yeah," you agree. (button:)[[["Maybe we can see just how top-heavy you are after we get Kirsten fixed."|Vanilla ending]]] ] (if: $wifeBust >= 3)[Once you make it to the ground, you turn back to see that she is struggling desperately to even make it out of the window. "Everything okay?" you ask her. "We... might have gotten a bit overzealous with the whole 'bigger boobs' thing... I'm not sure I can even get out of this window..." "Need some help?" you ask. "Yes, I need some help!" (button:)[[[Climb up to help her|Help climb down]]] (button:)[[["Can you use the gun to shrink back down?"|Shrink climb down]]]] }

"Yeah," $wife agrees. "You... uh... think there's anymore fun stuff like that around here?" "I hope so," you answer. (button:)[[[Return to the Hallway|Hallway 1Fa]]]

You make your way up the trellis to the window and try to help $wife squeeze her new assets out of the opening. After some time, the two of you are able to find a way to brace yourselves and keep a hold of the trellis as she heaves her weighty mammaries out of the manor and right into your face. You struggle to breathe as you maintain your grip on both her and the structure while your face sinks at least six inches into the near bottomless warmth of her soft cleavage. If you weren't terrified of plummeting to the ground below, you might be in total ecstasy. As $wife manages to get a hold of the trellis and adjust, your head is pulled free of its pillowy prison and you gasp for air. "Sorry about that," $wife apologizes as you both arrive at the ground. (button:)[[["No need to apologize. Let's do that again at home."|Vanilla ending]]]

"Yeah... I guess that makes sense," $wife calls back. She vanishes from the window for a few moments, then a familiar purple light flashes from the darkened opening. $wife finally returns, this time managing to clambor out of the window and pull it shut behind her. Once she's shimmied back down to ground level, she hops down from the trellis and you can see the bounding jiggle of her still rather large breasts even from behind. She turns around and, noticing your eyeline, says, "I mean, I couldn't go //all// the way back to normal..." You smile at her as the two of you head back home. (button:)[[["Yeah, it would be a shame to waste those."|Vanilla ending]]]

(if: (history:) does not contain "Leave via window")[The two of you leave through the front door and make your way back down the driveway and to your home.](else:)[The two of you make your way back to the front of the house, down the driveway, and to your home.] Neither of you says anything the whole way home. { (if: $wifeBust > 1)[However, you spend most of the trek replaying the mental images of $wife's breasts swelling and growing. You have to shake your head a few times and ground yourself back in reality, because you can feel your libido rising with each fantasy, begging for you to picture those magnificent mounds growing as you gasp for air, your face buried amid deepening cleavage. ] } When you arrive back home, Kirsten is sitting on the couch, looking up to you both, hope in her eyes. Her enormous chest is resting on her lap, rising and lowering with her every breath. Her breasts are noticeably larger than they were when you left her. The zipper of her tracksuit top has fully given up at this point, revealing a ruined bra buried beneath an expanse of two spherical mammaries separated by a deep crevasse of cleavage. The sad flacid flaps of her top dangle precariously over her nipples, giving the illusion of modesty, though their form is still clearly visible beneath the soft fabric. "Did you find it?" she asks meekly. { (if: $inventory contains "raygun")["We did," $wife says. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[Kirsten stares at $wife's chest before replying, "Decide to test it a bit?" $wife blushes and says, "Long story." You stare at the floor, unblinking.] "Well," Kirsten pipes up. "Do you mind... uh..." "Sorry! Yes!" your wife blurts, fumbling in her bag for the raygun. "I'm a little out of it. There was... I know how this is going to sound, but there was a lot of crazy sexy shit in that mansion. There was all this erotic art, (if: $metOlga and $metHelga)[this pair of sexy robot maids, ](else-if: $metOlga)[this sexy robot maid, ](if: $metDevil)[this sexy devil lady, ](if: $metNymph)[this sexy plant nymph, ] plus... other..." Kirsten stares, her mouth agape. You do your best to just keep from boring a hole in her chest with your eyes. "Yeah," you add to break the silence, "it's been a weird night." $wife takes that moment to fiddle with the dial of the gun and blast Kirsten with it. Almost instantly, her breasts begin to deflate, the taut skin loosening slightly and the flaps of her top sinking as the mounds beneath them retreat. "Oh my god! It's working!" Kirsten beams. "That's good," you lie, already missing the impressive sight just a bit. "Glad you're getting back to normal, Kirsty," $wife says, taking a seat on the couch next to her and placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. Within two minutes, the shrinking effect begins to subside, and Kirsten's chest has returned to her normal B-ish cup size. She hurriedly zips up her top, struggling to get it more than two-thirds zipped, due to the mangling it received at the hands of her temporary bust. She then performs an elaborate maneuver of pulling her arms in and out of their sleeves and produces the torn remnants of her bra with a disappointed look. "I, uh..." she starts, "think I'm gonna go home and pretend this never happened." "Good plan," $wife agrees, giving you a serious look before holding out the raygun and asking Kirsten, "Did you want to take this thing?" "No way in hell," Kirsten stammers. (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")["Your loss," $wife chirps. Kirsten raises and eyebrow, shakes her head, and rolls her eyes. "Someday," she says, "you're telling me what happened in there." $wife smiles knowingly and glances sidelong at you.] (else:)["Fair enough," $wife responds with a shrug, laying the gun on the coffee table.] After a moment of awkward silence, Kirsten thanks you both and leaves. (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")["Well, now that she's gone," $wife says seductively, picking up the raygun from the coffee table and rubbing the barrel against her (if: $wifeBust is 2)[clearly erect](if: $wifeBust >= 3)[exposed, erect] right nipple, "how about we find a way to unwind after that ordeal?" (if: $inventory contains "formulae")[You dig around in your pockets for a second and produce the vials of liquid you swiped from the sitting room cabinet. Holding up the one labeled "Bust Up, Mk. 2," you smile, point at the raygun, and say, "Wanna see what happens when you combine this with that?"] (else:)["You want to see what those new puppies can do?" you ask, your cock growing so erect that you can feel it straining against your pants.] "Fuck yes, I do," $wife says, hunger in her eyes. ==><== (if: not $epilogue)[##The End] (else:)[[[The End?|Epilogue]]] ] (else-if: $wifeMood is "happy")["So..." $wife says seductively, picking up the raygun and toying with the knob, "You want to see what if feels like to have my tits grow with your face buried between them? Or would you prefer your cock?" ==><== (if: not $epilogue)[##The End] (else:)[[[The End?|Epilogue]]] ] ] (else:)["Sorry, Kirsty," $wife says meekly. "You mean I'm stuck with these..." Kirsten gestures at her absurdly oversized breasts, "beachballs?" You and your wife share a glance and both look down at the floor. "Thanks for nothing, you two," she shouts, struggling to climb to her feet as she fights the bulk of her tits for balance. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)["At least you had your fun, though, right?" she snips, pointing at $wife's own newly increased assets.] "Goodnight," she hisses as $wife struggles to get out an apology. "Hopefully this wears off at some point." With that, she storms out the front door and slams it behind her. "I can't believe we let her down like that," $wife mutters. You feel a pit in your stomach at the knowledge that you went through all of that and still let Kirsten down. Though, personally, you can't really help but feel that her new chest is quite impressive. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[Of course, so is $wife's. ] Maybe Kirsten will grow to like it... (if: $inventory contains "formulae")[You stand there in silence with $wife. In your pocket, you feel the hardness of the vials you swiped pressing against your leg. Maybe you can break those out once things settle down.] ==><== (if: not $epilogue)[##The End] (else:)[[[The End?|Epilogue]]] ] }

The maid's digital eyes stare for a moment before blinking once. "That is but one of my functions," she answers. "Now please, leave the premises, trespassers." She steps toward you, her breasts shaking with the motion, but her stature suggesting that she will not tolerate further shenanigans. "We might ought to just get out of here before that thing gets angry," $wife says nervously. (button:)[[[Leave|Vanilla ending]]]

The lie just came to you. You hope desperately that it works. The maid stares with her pixelated eyes for a tense moment before they change instead to a pair of carets (^ ^) for eyes. "My apologies," she says in the same monotonous, feminine robotic voice. "I was unaware that my master was expecting guests. It is my duty to assist my master and her guests. Please, allow me to escort you to the sitting room where you may wait for her."(set: $guests to true) (button:)[[[Follow her|Escort]]] (button:)[[[Make a break for the front door|Escape]]] { (if: (history:)'s last is "Foyer 1F")[(button:)[[[Make a break for the other hallway|Captured]]] ] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ This hallway is decorated with an ornate chair rail and eroticly charged paintings, much like the hall on the other side of the stairs, though this hall's layout is far simpler. It is a single straight path north past the foyer's large staircase with two open doorways along the western wall, spaced evenly. At the north end of the hall, the dead end is decorated with an ornate alcove, in which stands a small, dark wooden cabinet outfitted with golden hardware that catches the flashlight's gleam and topped with a lavish marble surface, polished to a crisp sheen. A single slim black book rests atop the cabinet. You can see a glimpse of plush cushions and couches through the near door and what looks like floor-to-ceiling bookshelves inside the far door. ] (else:)[\ Two doors open off of this hall to the west. A small, lavish cabinet sits in an alcove on the north wall. ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Lounge")[(button:)[[[Enter the southernmost door|Lounge]]] ](else:)[(button:)[[[Enter the lounge|Lounge]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Library")[(button:)[[[Enter the northernmost door|Library]]] ](else:)[(button:)[[[Enter the library|Library]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Hall cabinet")[(button:)[[[Investigate the cabinet in the alcove|Hall cabinet]]] ] (button:)[[[Return to the foyer|Hallway 1Fb Logic]]] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ Stepping into the small room off the foyer, you're surprised by just how cramped it is. The space is little more than a closet, with the southern end taken up entirely by a plethora of outfits hung neatly from hangers or folded crisply on one of several small shelves. You spy enough lace and frills to assume that a majority of the outfits are likely erotic in nature. The western wall is filled with impeccably organized cleaning supplies. Dusters, chemical spray bottles, brooms, mops, towels, an over-under washer/dryer, and much more are all perfectly stored in their obvious homes. Across from the cleaning supplies, the east wall is bare, save for two large, open capsule-like pods whose curved walls each surround a two-to-three-foot diameter disc, built into the floor of the room and glowing around its edges with a pleasant blue light. (if: $metOlga)[\ Standing on the left pod's disc is Olga, the robot maid from before. Her hollow, black screen/face displays a faint green lightning bolt icon that you're sure indicates that she is charging. That must be the purpose of the pods/discs. Charging docks. As though in answer to your noticing of her, the maid steps forward suddenly and gracefully, save for an Earth-shaking jiggle of her chest. The lightning icon on her face is replaced by her simplistic smiley from before. "Hello again, most esteemed guests," she greets you both warmly, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, boosting them upward, and cocking her head to the side ever so slightly. "Is there something I can do to assist you during your stay?" (button:)[[["We're good. Just looking around. Sorry to bother you."|Foyer 1F]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo boobs")[(button:)[[["I have to ask... as a robot, what exactly are your boobs made of?"|Maid convo boobs]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo threesome")[(button:)[[["Would you, hypothetically, be up for a threesome with the two of us?"|Maid convo threesome]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Hallway 2Fb" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Countess" and $ghostWarned is false)[(button:)[[["We were curious about the boarded door upstairs."|Maid convo Countess]]] ] (if: $doorLocked and (history:) contains "Locked door")[(button:)[[["Um... I think our room upstairs is locked."|Maid unlock]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about your master?"|Maid convo master]]] ] (if: $HelgaWarned and (history:) does not contain "Guest room 1" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga")[(button:)[[["Do you know what happened to the other maid?"|Maid convo Helga]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is false)[(button:)[[["The other maid needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ](else-if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is true)[(button:)[[["Helga needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ] (if: $devilWarned is true and $devilRitualKnown is false and (history:) does not contain "Devil Summoning" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo devil")[(button:)[[["How do we summon this devil we've heard about?"|Maid convo devil]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Keypad 2Fb" or "Keypad 2Fa" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo code")[(button:)[[["Do you know the code to the keypad upstairs?"|Maid convo code]]] ] (if: $HelgaMoved is true and (history:) does not contain "Helga convo")[(button:)[[["We need to talk to Helga."|Helga convo]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Foyer 2F" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo dust")[(button:)[[["What's up with the upstairs being so filthy, when this floor is clean?"|Maid convo dust]]] ] ] (else:)[\ Standing on the left pod's disc is a woman in a skin-tight and skimpy French maid uniform. The clothing (if it can truly be called that) accentuates her curvaceous figure, particularly her impossibly large and perky breasts. (if: $wifeBust is 0)[With her natural size, $wife's chest is massively dwarfed by standing in the same room as this inhumanly massive and bouyant chest. Not even Kirsten's expanded breasts came close to this.](if: $wifeBust is 1 or 2 or 3 or 4)[Even with her recent increases, $wife's chest doesn't even come close to the size of breasts on display within the immodest confines of the uniform-turned-lingerie.](else-if: $wifeBust is 5)[Though $wife's newly enhanced assets come close to matching the sheer size on display, the maid has her beat handily in terms of gravity-defying perkiness. It's not even close.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 6 and $takeBra is false)[Though $wife, at this point, has her outgunned in terms of size, the maid still has the upper hand in terms of gravity-defying perkiness.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 6 and $takeBra)[You would be more impressed, but at this point, $wife's assets in that floating bra are both larger and just as perky.](if: not $takeBra)[Your mind boggles at how such a behemoth bosom can stay so perfectly pert and perky, even with the clothing's, admittedly questionable, support.] (if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ "Holy shit!" $wife cries out. Her voice creaking with distress. "Her face is gone!" $wife's hand is outstretched, pointing at the head of the woman in the pod before you. You tear your gaze away from her chest and look up to see a gaping black void where her face should be. No eyes, nose, mouth, nothing. Just a hollow hole in her head, inches in diameter. You can also make out some sort of light in the center of the void, but before your brain can fully process what you're seeing, $wife has already grabbed you firmly by the arm and begun dragging you out of the small room. "We have to help that poor woman and get the fuck out of this place!" she shrieks hysterically. "Cutting people's faces off, locking women in rooms and boarding the door..." She goes on, her voice lowering under her breath as she makes for the door. (if: (history:) contains "Journal 3")[You replay the creepy image of the busty, faceless maid in your head and remember the entry in the journal that spoke of robot maids... ] "Let's get out of here," $wife says again. (button:)[[[Leave the room|Foyer 1F]]] ] (else:)[\ Finally managing to tear your gaze away from the woman's chest, you are struck by the horror of what first appears to be a massive gaping black hole in her face, perfectly framed on either side by straight, platinum blond hair cut to shoulder length. The terror slowly fades, however, as you notice the warm green glow of a "lightning bolt" icon and realize you are simply seeing a blackened digital screen where her face should be. You seem to be staring at an incredibly realistic android of sorts... Very, very sexy sorts. Which would mean the pod/disc is some sort of charging dock. (if: $HelgaWarned)[\ "This must be one of the robot maids Lilith mentioned in her journal," you say alloud. "Gotta be," $wife agrees. ] (else:)[\ "Well, that's creepy as fuck," $wife says, exasperated. "Creepy, but hot," you muse, ignoring the glare you can feel her giving you. ] Suddenly, the robo-maid springs to jiggly life and steps forward from her dock. As her feet leave the bottom disc, her screen/face changes from the green lightning bolt to a simple, white-on-black smiley face. "Greetings, trespassers," (set: $metOlga to true)the maid addresses you both in a tinny, feminine voice. "My name is Olga. I must ask you to, please, leave the premises at once. I will inform the police of your crimes. Calling now..." The voice cuts off and audio begins emitting from her in the form of a dial tone. The simplified facial features are replaced with an icon of a phone handset. The tone is followed by her voice once more, "Error. Call could not be completed." She cocks her head to the side in a very quick, precise motion that causes her half-revealed breasts to sway briefly. The phone icon disappears in favor of her "face" again. "Unable to correct error. Please, notify police manually." After that, she just stands eerily still, her illuminated face showing no hint of emotion beyond the cutesy smile. "What should we do?" $wife asks. "How about..." you begin, as you approach the maid. (button:)[[["Sorry, we were just leaving."|Vanilla ending]]] (button:)[[["Are... are you a sex doll?"|Sex doll]]] (if: $nameKnown)[\ (button:)[[["We're... uh... here to see Miss VanBusen?"|Guests]]] ] ] ] ] (else-if: $metOlga is false and $wifeMood is "scared")[\ You begin to reach for the door, but $wife reaches out and intercepts your hand before it reaches the knob. You turn to see utter terror plastering her face. She simply shakes her head in silence. (button:)[[["Maybe we should stay out of there."|Foyer 1F]]] ] (else:)[\ You step into the cramped room, where (if: $HelgaMoved)[both maids rest in their charging docks along the wall.](else:)[Olga rests in her charging dock against the wall. The other sits empty.] Olga steps forward with plenty of jiggle and greets you both, "Hello again, most esteemed guests. Is there something I can do to assist you during your stay? (button:)[[["Uh, nevermind."|Foyer 1F]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo boobs")[(button:)[[["I have to ask... as a robot, what exactly are your boobs made of?"|Maid convo boobs]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo threesome")[(button:)[[["Would you, hypothetically, be up for a threesome with the two of us?"|Maid convo threesome]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Hallway 2Fb" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Countess" and $ghostWarned is false)[(button:)[[["We were curious about the boarded door upstairs."|Maid convo Countess]]] ] (if: $doorLocked and (history:) contains "Locked door")[(button:)[[["Um... I think our room upstairs is locked."|Maid unlock]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about your master?"|Maid convo master]]] ] (if: $HelgaWarned and (history:) does not contain "Guest room 1" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga")[(button:)[[["Do you know what happened to the other maid?"|Maid convo Helga]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is false)[(button:)[[["The other maid needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ](else-if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is true)[(button:)[[["Helga needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ] (if: $devilWarned is true and $devilRitualKnown is false and (history:) does not contain "Devil Summoning" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo devil")[(button:)[[["How do we summon this devil we've heard about?"|Maid convo devil]]] ] (if: $seenKeypad is true and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo code")[(button:)[[["Do you know the code to the keypad upstairs?"|Maid convo code]]] ] (if: $HelgaMoved is true and (history:) does not contain "Helga convo")[(button:)[[["We need to talk to Helga."|Helga convo]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Foyer 2F" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo dust")[(button:)[[["What's up with the upstairs being so filthy, when this floor is clean?"|Maid convo dust]]] ] ] }

{ (if: visits is 1 and $wifeBust < 4)[\ The two of you make your way up the grand staircase, $wife's flashlight beam crawling up and over each polished wooden step, one by one as you ascend. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[\ Of course, you can't help but lock your eyes onto the faintly illuminated figure of her newly enlarged breasts bounding up and down as she hurdles each step. Consequently, you very nearly miss a step about halfway up, but you catch yourself before tumbling backward. Maybe it's best to save the ogling for less dangerous moments. ] At the top of the stairs, you're struck by an immediate difference from the foyer below. Each breath is heavy with a stale, stagnant quality to the air, and every surface around is coated in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. From about seven steps from the landing and up, it really feels like a home that has been abandoned for four years, just like the exterior. "Are we in the same house?" $wife asks. "It just instantly changed into a full-on haunted house vibe." "Yeah, this is spooky," you agree. "Not too late to turn back," she offers, jerking her head toward the stairs(if: $wifeBust >= 2)[ and sending a ripple of motion through her chest. Her expression tells you that she is aware of your attention]. You take in the dusty surroundings at the upper landing. Before you on the north wall is an enormous, dingy wall-mounted portrait of a woman in victorian dress. An (at this point) unsurprisingly overly generous chest bulges upward from the confines of her corset, her cleavage threatening to envelope her sharp chin. Her expression is stone cold, giving the sense of a woman with much power or authority. You wipe away the grime from a brass placard on the lower frame that reads "The Illustrious Countess Von Busen." To the east and west of the portrait sit openings to a pair of hallways, each one directly above the pair at the base of the stairs. The walls that run alongside the perimeter walkway are fully covered in built-in shelving and cabinetry, with the exception of the three large windows that adorn the opposite segment of walkway--the front wall of the home. Hundreds or maybe thousands of books, statuettes, and other assorted knick-knacks line the shelves, but the thick cobwebs and dust make it virtually impossible to discern what anything is without inspecting closer. "So, what do we do?" $wife asks you. (button:)[[[Go down the east hallway|Hallway 2Fa]]] (button:)[[[Go down the west hallway|Hallway 2Fb]]] (button:)[[[Search the landing shelves|Landing shelves]]] (button:)[[[Return to the foyer below|Foyer 1F]]] ] (else-if: $wifeBust >= 4 and not $takeBra and (history:) does not contain "Shrink back")[\ You begin up the stairs with $wife, but after about six steps, you realize the flashlight's beam is no longer moving. You turn back to find her stopped on the third step up, clutching the banister, her massive chest heaving with exertion. "You okay, babe?" you ask. "It's like trying to lug a (if: $wifeBust is 4 or $wifeBust is 5)[pair of watermelons](if: $wifeBust > 5 and $wifeBust < 7)[pair of beanbag chairs](if: $wifeBust >=7)[waterbed] up stairs. I don't think I can make it up there like this," she says, lightly smacking the expanse of bare flesh hanging from her open top and sending ripples through her breast. You swallow hard. (button:)[[[Turn back|Foyer 1F]]] (if: $inventory contains "raygun")[(button:)[[["Let's use the raygun to reduce you back down."|Shrink back]]]] ] (else-if: $wifeBust >= 4 and not $takeBra and (history:) contains "Shrink back")[\ "You know the drill," $wife says flatly, holding out the raygun and thrusting her gigantic tits outward. (button:)[[[Shrink her down|Shrink back]]] ] (else:)[(go-to: "Foyer 2F")] }

You fall in line behind Olga as she heads back down the hallway to the right of the stairs. "Right this way," she instructs. $wife taps you on the arm to get your attention. You glance over and see her making a "huge boobs" gesture with her hands and giving an incredulous look as she jerks her head toward the maid. (if: $wifeBust > 1)[The pantomime is made more amusing by the fact that her own breasts have grown so large in the past hour that she accidently just cups them, rather than hold her hands out to make a point. She seems to recoil a bit from the sensation of grabbing her new assets.] You shrug and mouth the words, "I know, right?" "Please forgive the darkness," Olga says. "We appear to be experiencing difficulties with the power." At this point, you have arrived at the door to the sitting room. Olga turns around and gestures for you to enter. "My master will be with you as soon as she is available," she says. "You can find me in my quarters just off the main foyer if you need any further assistance. Please enjoy your stay." (set: $olgaActive to false) (button:)[[[Head into the sitting room|Sitting room 2]]]

You take $wife's hand and make a break for the far hallway, dodging around Olga's outrageously proportioned figure in the wavering light of the jerking flashlight. You make it past the far banister of the stairs and are just about to shoot down the hallway when an unfathomable weight slams you to the floor. $wife grunts as you hear her hit the ground next to you. You crane your neck around and see only massive pillowy breasts, clothed in black fabric with white lace edging and illuminated in the beam of the fallen flashlight. From beyond the beam's edge, you see the familiar digital face of Olga, her pixelated eyes now a terror-enducing shade of red and shaped as inward sloping triangles. An attempt at an angry expression, perhaps? The effect is both off-putting and strangely cutesy. "Given that you have attempted to flee me, I can only assume that you have misrepresented your identities," Olga says, pulling you both to your feet with inhuman ease. "I will now escort you from the premises. Please do resist, or I will be forced to subdue you again." You glance over at $wife. She looks rather shaken, clutching the flashlight to her (if: $wifeBust is 1)[newly enhanced](if: $wifeBust is 2)[now enormously proportioned](if: $wifeBust is 3 or $wifeBust is 4)[barely concealed](if: $wifeBust > 4 and $inventory does not contain "bra")[gargantuan, naked](if: $wifeBust > 4 and $inventory contains "bra")[gargantuan and impossibly buoyant] chest. Olga marches the two of you to the front door, her hands clasped tightly around your wrists, where she shoves you to the side and unlocks the door. "Please, leave," she commands, her voluptuous figure and cheery voice a poor match for her threatening presence, "and do not return." (button:)[[[Leave the manor|Vanilla ending]]]

You take $wife's hand and duck around to the right of the robo-maid, giving her a wide berth, and head straight for the door. Quickly unbolting the locks, you throw open the door just in time to see the maid's enormous breasts bounding toward you, some unknown force holding her skimpy outfit in place. Beyond the door, the two of you scramble through the overgrown bushes and across the lawn. You chance a look behind you, but the front door is now shut and the maid is nowhere to be scene. "I... don't think... she's following... us," $wife utters between ragged breaths as she slows to a stop. { (if: $wifeBust >= 2)[Her own enormous bust heaves with each inhale in the moonlight.] } "I think you're right," you agree. "Let's get the hell out of here," $wife insists. (button:)[[["Yeah, let's go home."|Vanilla ending]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ "I guess we wait?" you venture. "Do we really think her master is still here?" $wife asks. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[You hear her, but fail to really process the words, as you're staring at her newly grown chest. "Hello?" she snaps playfully, lowering her face down into your eyeline. "Sorry," you apologize. ] ] (else:)[\ "Maybe we keep waiting?" you offer. $wife sighs and rolls her eyes. ] (if: visits < 3)[(button:)[[["You're probably right."|Sitting room 2]]]] (else:)[(set: $waited to true)"Pretty sure she's not gonna suddenly show up after four years," $wife mutters frustratedly. There's no point in waiting here. (button:)[[["Sorry. I thought it was worth a shot."|Sitting room 2]]]] }

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{ (if: visits is 1 and (history:) does not contain "Hallway 2Fb")[\ You head down the hallway to the east side of the illustrious Countess Von Busen's dusty portrait. More paintings of enormous breasted women adorn the walls here, though they are likewise obscured by cobweb and dust. What details you can make out beneath the layers, though, appear to be generally more explicit in their focus on the breasts and nipples. ] }There are two doors spaced well apart along the east wall of the hallway. To the west, two doors sit much closer together, just inside the hallway's southern entrance. Much further north, (if: not $seenKeypad)[a device seems to be mounted to the west wall, perhaps a thermostat or control panel of some kind.](else:)[ a keypad is mounted on the left wall.] At its north end, the hallway appears to curve to the west. (if: $doorLocked and (history:) contains "Locked door")[(button:)[[[Check the locked door on the east wall|Locked door]]]](else-if: $doorLocked and (history:) does not contain "Locked door")[(button:)[[[Try the southernmost door on the east wall|Locked door]]]](else-if: not $doorLocked and (history:) does not contain "Locked door")[(button:)[[[Try the door on the right|Guest room 1]]]](else-if: $wifeMood is "scared" and (history:) contains "Guest room 1")[(button:)[[[Enter the guest room to the east|Not going in]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Enter the guest room to the east|Guest room 1]]]] (if: (history:) contains "Master bed")[(button:)[[[Head into the master bedroom|Master bed]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Try the northernmost door on the east wall|Master bed]]]] (if: (history:) contains "Closet 2Fa")[(button:)[[[Open the closet door on the west wall|Closet 2Fa]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Try the southernmost door to the west|Closet 2Fa]]]] (if: (history:) contains "Bathroom 2F")[(button:)[[[Head into the bathroom|Bathroom 2F]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Try the northernmost door to the west|Bathroom 2F]]]] (if: (history:) contains "Keypad 2Fa" or "Keypad 2Fb")[(button:)[[[Go to the keypad on the far western wall|Keypad 2Fa]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Investigate the device on the west wall|Keypad 2Fa]]]] (button:)[[[Head around the bend in the hallway|Hallway 2Fc]]] (button:)[[[Return to the landing|Foyer 2F]]]

{ (if: visits is 1 and (history:) does not contain "Hallway 2Fa")[\ You head down the hallway to the western side of the illustrious Countess Von Busen's dusty portrait. More paintings of enormous breasted women adorn the walls here, though they are likewise obscured by cobweb and dust. What details you can make out beneath the layers, though, appear to be generally more explicit in their focus on the breasts and nipples. ] }There are two doors spaced well apart along the west wall of the hallway(if: $doorBoarded)[, though the southernmost door is ominously boarded shut with several old wooden boards, screwed into the door frame and door]. To the east, two doors sit much closer together, just inside the hallway's south entrance. To the north, (if: not $seenKeypad)[a device seems to be mounted to the east wall, perhaps a thermostat or control panel of some kind.](else:)[ a keypad is mounted on the east wall.] At its north end, the hallway appears to curve to the east. (if: $doorBoarded)[(button:)[[[Investigate the boarded door|Ghost door]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Head into the southernmost room to the west|Ghost room]]]] (if: (history:) contains "Guest room 2")[(button:)[[[Head into the guest room|Guest room 2]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Try the northernmost door to the west|Guest room 2]]]] (if: (history:) contains "Closet 2Fb")[(button:)[[[Open the closet door|Closet 2Fb]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Try the southernmost door to the east|Closet 2Fb]]]] (if: (history:) contains "Bathroom 2F")[(button:)[[[Head into the bathroom|Bathroom 2F]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Try the northernmost door to the east|Bathroom 2F]]]] (if: (history:) contains "Keypad 2Fa" or "Keypad 2Fb")[(button:)[[[Go to the keypad on the east wall|Keypad 2Fb]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Investigate the device to the north on the east wall|Keypad 2Fb]]]] (button:)[[[Head around the bend in the hallway|Hallway 2Fc]]] (button:)[[[Return to the landing|Foyer 2F]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ "Good thinking," $wife says, fishing the raygun out of her bag. She pulls out the device and turns the knob on the side to the "-" setting. "Minus means less boob, right?" she asks. "Makes sense to me," you offer, feeling a twinge of regret at the thought of those gorgeously engorged mammaries shrinking. Still, it's more important that $wife be mobile... even if it stings. She points the gun at her massive tits and pulls the trigger to blast herself with the emitting purple ray. Rapidly, her breasts begin shrinking down, the cloth of her top becoming more and able to provide some semblance of modesty. "Are you really mourning my giant tits?" she pokes at you. "They were... fun," you respond, trying not to sound too broken up over the ordeal. "They were //heavy//," she corrects before adding, "but also fun." (set: $wifeBust to 3)After a few moments of shrinkage, her bust has returned to roughly the size of a pair of watermelons, mostly concealed by the dangling flaps of her unbuttoned top. "Much more manageable," she says with a sense of relief, "Shall we continue on?" ] (else:)[\ You take the raygun, move the setting to "minus" and give her chest a good blast. She once more shrinks down to "porn star tits" size over the course of a minute. ] } (button:)[[["Let's go."|Foyer 2F]]]

You take a moment to walk around the upper landing walkway and examine the dusty, neglected shelves. { (if: visits is 1)[\ Each and every nook of the shelving is filled to brim with all manner of items. Books, framed photos and art (primarily of more incredibly busty women, unsurprisingly), statuettes (likewise well endowed), candles, and much more all lie under years of grime. The items that seem most interesting are unfortunately so buried by neglect and spider-webbing that you'd rather not venture more than an curious glance. That is, until $wife's flashlight beam catches a glint of bright gold on a shelf between two of the front windows. You move closer and find a squat golden statue, about ten inches tall, perhaps an idol of some sort. It is in the basic form of a nude woman kneeling, each of her breasts nearly the size of the rest of her body and resting on the ground before her. A stream of liquid appears to stream down from each oversized nipple. The statue has managed to elude the same level of dust accumulation as some of the surrounding trinkets, though it is far from pristine. Perhaps something in the metal helps repel the particulates and keeps it comparatively clean? "What's that?" $wife inquires. You pick up the statue and feel its incredible weight. Might be actual gold, given the density. You hold it closer to the beam of light so you can both get a good look at it. (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")[$wife gawks at the figure silently. You catch her biting her lip and absent-mindedly placing her empty hand on her own (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[recently enhanced ]bust. "Some kind of fertility idol?" you suggest. "You think it's cursed?" $wife asks aloud, an unmistakable hint of hopefulness in her voice. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[//She's getting addicted to the promise of ever bigger tits//, you think to yourself.] (else:)[//She really wants this thing to be cursed to make her tits grow like Kirsten's//, you think to yourself.] ] (else:)["Some kind of fertility idol?" you suggest. "You think it's cursed?" $wife asks hesitantly. (if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ You can hear the trembling in her voice. This place is taking a toll on you both.] ] You turn the idol over, examining it from every angle. On the underside, you notice an inscription. It is in English and looks modern enough that it was surely added long after the creation of the idol itself. The inscription reads, //Hear me, O great goddess Mjolkana. Grant me the means to nourish all in lean times//.] (else-if: not $invokeIdol)[\ The shelves on the landing walkway contain myriad trinkets, most of which are too grimy to consider touching. However, the busty golden statue with its inscription remain.] (else:)[\ Nothing else here seems worth a closer look.] } (button:)[[[Head back to the landing|Foyer 2F]]] (if: not $invokeIdol)[(button:)[[["Maybe you should read the inscription?"|Idol]]] ]

At the second floor landing, there is a hallway to the east and one to the west, with the landing walkway and its numerous shelves wrapping around the upper walls of the foyer to the south. (button:)[[[Go down the east hallway|Hallway 2Fa]]] (button:)[[[Go down the west hallway|Hallway 2Fb]]] (button:)[[[Search the landing shelves|Landing shelves]]] { (if: $wifeBust <= 3)[(button:)[[[Return to the foyer below|Foyer 1F]]]] (else-if: not $takeBra)[(button:)[[[Return to the foyer below|Too big]]]] (else:)[(button:)[[[Return to the foyer below|Foyer 1F]]]] }

"There's no way I can safely make it down those stairs with... //these things//," $wife says, hefting her enormous breasts up with folded arms and shoving them forward. The lasting jiggle running through them ignites a desire to bury your face in her extensive cleavage, but you resist. (button:)[[[Turn back|Foyer 2F]]] (if: $inventory contains "raygun")[(button:)[[["Let's use the raygun to reduce you back down."|Shrink back]]]]

{ (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")[\ $wife takes the idol in her hand and turns it over to read the inscription. "Hear me, O great goddess Mjolkana. Grant me the means to nourish all in lean times," she says enthusiastically. (set: $invokeIdol to true) For a long moment, nothing happens. Then, suddenly, the idol begins to emit a faint golden light as the modest amount of dust seemingly disintegrates, restoring the thing to a flawless gleam. "Looks like //something// is happening," you say. "Maybe it //is// cursed." (set: $wifeBust to it + 1) (if: $wifeBust is 1)[(display: "Grow 1")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 2)[(display: "Grow 2")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 3)[(display: "Grow 3")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is false)[(display: "Grow 4")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is true)[(display: "Grow 4 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is false)[(display: "Grow 5")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is true)[(display: "Grow 5 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is false)[(display: "Grow 6")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is true)[(display: "Grow 6 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is false)[(display: "Grow 7")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is true)[(display: "Grow 7 repeat")] (set: $wifeLac to 1)(display: "Lactate 1") (button:)[[[Head back to the upper landing|Foyer 2F]]] ] (else-if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ "$player," she says, giving you a stern glare, "I am //not// reading some inscription on an obviously cursed idol just because you want me to have(if: $wifeBust >=1)[ even] bigger tits. There's a woman trapped in that room. We //have// to find a way to help her." You have to admit she's right... (button:)[[[Leave the idol and return to the upper landing|Foyer 2F]]] ] (else:)[\ You offer the idol to $wife. She takes it in hand and turns it over, silently reading the inscription before looking up at you. "You're determined to have me end up with tits like Kirsten's aren't you?" she accuses. You look away sheepishly, trying not to look too guilty. "Sorry, $player," $wife says, "but I'm not exactly eager to read an ominous inscription on an obviously cursed idol in an abandoned mansion(if: $metOlga)[ with weirdly sexy robo maids wandering around]." "Fair enough," you answer. (button:)[[[Head back to the upper landing|Foyer 2F]]] (button:)[[["You have to admit Kirsten's tits were pretty phenomenal, though."|Idol jealous]]] ] }

For a third time, $wife's breasts begin to steadily swell. The shirt fabric is at its absolute limits as her breasts pass from E to F cups, by your guess. The diamond opening in the front is stretching wider and wider. "Oh, this is a //big// one!" $wife exclaims, her voice shaking. Her knees buckle and she falls forward onto you. You reach out to catch her and your arm sinks deep into a pillowy mass of jiggling flesh. Your hand involuntarily grasps tightly around her left breast, and you can feel her soft flesh actually expand and grow in your palm, pressing her erect nipple (if: $wifeLac is 1)[and moderately damp shirt ]into your hand. Drawing your focus away from the developing mammaries in your grasp, you hoist $wife back to her feet. "Thanks for catching me," she sighs. "This just feels so //incredible!// It just sent a shudder through my whole body." "I don't think it's quite over yet," you remark, watching her shirt strain to its absolute max. Every button above her navel is on the virge of tearing itself free from the threads that restrain it. $wife looks down at her chest and then up to meet your eyes. "This is it," she says with determination. "Here we go!" Without hesitation, she reaches into the gap in her blouse and again throws her shoulders back, this time using her hands to pull the gap apart with all her might. The buttons don't stand a chance. The tinkling of plastic on various surfaces rings out as nearly every button goes flying and her shirt is blown wide open. A tidal wave of tits comes rushing forth, finally free of its confines. She's easily a full F cup, seeing them in all their glory. The skin is full, but not overly taut, preserving a truly natural look to them, despite the immediate rapid growth. Holding the light on the view, you take in the radiance of the sight before you. $wife's new tits are impossibly perky, with much larger(if: $wifeLac is 1)[, and significantly darker,] aereolas than she's ever had, and puffy, erect nipples. "Can..." you begin to stammer. "Please, grab them!" $wife demands "This sensation is electric and I //need// them to be touched." You don't waste a second. You shove the flashlight in a pocket and dive forward, your hands finding their targets even in the encroaching darkness. They feel incredible. You squeeze and feel the plush resistance of immense mounds of breast flesh in your palms. "Oh my god," $wife quivers. "I know..." you respond, not relinquishing your handfulls of tit. "We should..." she stammers. "We should stop before we get... carried... away." //Fuck//, you think to yourself, //she's right.// It's not exactly the place to start full-on dry humping, although the straining erection in your pants would strongly disagree. You take step back, prying your hands away from her perfect orbs. Digging in your pocket for the flashlight, you produce it and hand it back to her. You both share a glance and return to the "haunted-house-esque" world of reality.

(set: $repeat4 to true)Again, $wife's breasts begin to grow. You gawk as the twin walls of flesh visible between the two separated halves of her top grow outward from her torso and toward one another. Even without her arms or clothing pressing her breasts together, their sheer increase in size is causing the gap between them to vanish as it is replaced by omnipresent cleavage, thrust into existence by virtue of the scale of her increasing bust. Beneath the limp fabric covering the bulk of each huge tit, you can follow the wandering path of each hard nipple, the slight shadow of its bulge meandering downward, propelled only by the swelling flesh behind it. "I swear this feels more intense every single time," $wife says, looking down and admiring the process herself. While previous bouts have seen her breasts grow larger, certainly, this time, the energy seems split evenly between an increase in raw size and a boost to her perkiness. You watch as the breasts grow not so much downward, but straight outward, becoming rounder and fuller. "It certainly looks more intense every time," you say to her, practically salivating over the amount of boob staring you in the face. With each quivering swell of her flesh, you see $wife's shoulders shake the tiniest bit, her knees buckle, her mouth bite down on her lower lip. The signs of her pleasure are plainly obvious to you as her partner of several years. You've seen her act that way plenty of times before when you had her at the brink of ecstasy in bed. The growth is going to bring her to orgasm. As the surges begin to slow a bit, she drops the flashlight from her right hand and reaches up with her left to pinch her nipple between her thumb and index fingers, rolling it gently back and forth beneath her shirt. Her right hand, now liberated from its illumination duties cups her right breast, her fingers sinking into the firm flesh beneath them as her fingertips are lost in the reaches of her deepening cleavage. Then, she throws her head back as she lets out a long, low moan of pleasure. "Aaaaaaaaaaaagh, ah, ah, ah" she breaks into a panting as her knees give out and she throws herself against the wall nearby to keep from falling to the ground. You scoop up the dropped light and rush to her aid, but she seems utterly unaware of your existence. $wife is crumpled in a heap between the floor and wall, groping her basketball tits and marker cap nipples with one hand, as her other is furiously pawing at her groin through her pants. Her eyelids flicker, and her pupils are rolled back into her head. "Ugghhh... oooooooohhhhh..... mmmmmmmmmffffff....." she lets out groan after groan of pleasure as you stand there, willing yourself to remember where you are. There'll be plenty of time to enjoy the growth yourself when you return home. "Uh... $wife..." you urge her gently, placing a hand on her head and feeling her silky hair against your skin. She doesn't respond to your call or touch. "You... okay?" you prod again, a bit more forcefully. "Huh?" she says, suddenly snapping out of it and looking around frantically. "You okay?" you repeat softly. "Um... yeah," she says, taking your hand and getting up to her feet. "That seemed," you pause, having difficulty finding the right words as your focus is fully consumed by her huge tits right there before you, hardly covered by her sad shirt anymore, "you seemed to really enjoy yourself that time." "It's getting more intense every time," she says, looking up at you. You can easily discern the pleasurable exhaustion in her expression. The obvious post-sex glow of hers you've seen plenty before. "That was certainly more intense," you agree, handing her the flashlight back. "I can't believe I just..." she lowers her voice to a whisper. "I can't believe I just //came// in this creepy place." "Yeah, get ahold of yourself..." you joke. She gives you an unamused look, but leans over and kisses you gently on the cheek. "I can't wait to see what the next time is like," she whispers in your ear. "I'm leaving Kirsten in the dust."(set: $wifeMood to "jealous") You clear your throat and shake it off. "Although," she says, "these things are starting to get //really// heavy." You watch as she hefts her tits up with both arms and lets them flop down. The weight of the drop sends a thunderclap of sound out and causes her entire torso to jerk forward from the inertia.

$wife's eyes narrow. (set: $wifeMood to "jealous")"Give me that fucking idol, perv," she says, sounding equal parts incredulous and eager. (button:)[[[Hand her the Idol|Idol]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[You step forward and try the door, but i](else:)[I]t's locked. (button:)[[[Leave it alone|Hallway 2Fa]]] (if: $inventory contains "drill")[(button:)[[[Use the drill to remove the lock|Drill door]]]] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You open the door and step into a lavishly furnished and horribly neglected bedroom. Even by the surreal standards set by the rest of the manor, this bedroom is decorated for royalty. Perverted royalty, but royalty, nonetheless. The room's furnishings include a pair of standing wardrobes, vanity and stool, writing desk, a massive four poster bed, a pair of ornate wooden night stands, (if: (history:) contains "Guest room 2")[another "sex couch" like the one in the guest room off the other upstairs hall,](else:)[a strangely shaped plush chaise,] and a half dozen lifesize erotically charged statues of women, mostly clustered around the bed. (if: (history:) does not contain "Guest room 2" and $wifeMood is not "scared")[\ "What's with the crooked couch?" you ask to no one in particular, staring at the uncomfortable bump in the chaise. "Pretty sure that's a sex couch," $wife says. "You know... more comfortable for leaning over while you get railed from behind." The image of $wife bent over the chaise plays through your head,(if: $wifeBust > 1)[ her new oversized tits squashed beneath her torso as she lies face down in front of you,] ass and pussy propped up at the perfect height... You clear your throat. "Makes sense," you say. ] Aside from the furnishings, a pair of doors sit in the room's far left wall. ] (else:)[\ The master bedroom contains a pair of standing wardrobes, vanity and stool, writing desk, a massive four poster bed, several erotic statues, two night stands, and a "sex couch." A set of doors adorn the north wall. (if: $foundJournal)[\ Miss VanBusen's journal sits on the writing desk, still open. ] ] } (button:)[[[Leave the bedroom|Hallway 2Fa]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Master closet")[(button:)[[[Try the northern door on the left|Master closet]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Enter the walk-in closet|Master closet]]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Master bath")[(button:)[[[Try the northern door on the right|Master bath]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Enter the master bathroom|Master bath]]]] { (if: $foundJournal)[(button:)[[[Read Miss VanBusen's journal|Journal logic]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Master chaise" and $wifeMood is not "scared")[(button:)[[[Investigate the "sex couch"|Master chaise]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Bedroom search 1")[(button:)[[[Search the room|Bedroom search 1]]]](else-if: (history:) does not contain "Bedroom search 2" and $wifeMood is not "scared")[(button:)[[[Search the room again|Bedroom search 2]]]](else-if: (history:) does not contain "Bedroom search 3" and $wifeMood is not "scared")[(button:)[[[Search the room again|Bedroom search 3]]]] }

The door opens into a closet(if: (history:) contains "Closet 2Fb")[, much like the one in the opposite hallway,] filled with hanging clothes and shelves of towels and linens. Everything in this closet is coated in the same layers of dust and cobwebs as the rest of the floor. The outfits, though filthy, appear to mostly consist of lingerie and roleplay costumes. { (if: visits is 1 and (history:) does not contain "Closet 2Fb")[\ You eye the sexy outfits, but $wife seems to reach the same conclusion first. "Cute, but no way in hell am I squeezing (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[myself or //these//] into any of those disgusting clothes," she says. ] } (button:)[[[Return to the hallway|Hallway 2Fa]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You open the door into what was likely once a lavish second floor bathroom. Across the room is a doorway that should lead out to the opposite hallway. Like the rest of the manor, this room's furnishings reek of opulence and the decor is yet more "massive boob chique" like the rest of the home, though, it is all just as grimy and unwelcoming as the remainder of this floor. A separate enclosure houses the restroom's single toilet. A cobweb-encased statue of a woman cradling watermelon-sized breasts in her arms protrudes from the wall just behind it. In the room's main area, a marble double vanity lines one wall, with a massive jacuzzi-style bath sitting within a raised dais opposite it. The bath is surrounded by a quartet of life-size marble statues of busty women. One tugs at her nipples, her face contorted in ecstasy. Another is lifting a massive breast up so that she can suckle on her own nipple. The other two are engaging in some very breast-focused heavy petting. The wall behind the tub contains several in-set shelves lined with a myriad of glass and plastic bottles. They are rather obscured by thick webbing, but a dried pour of dusty sludge runs from the shelves and down into the bottom of the tub, where a quarter inch layer of deep brown muck sits. ] (else:)[\ The lavish bathroom is covered in filth, a sludge-lined jacuzzi tub lies beneath shelves of webbed bottles, and a door to the opposite hallway sits across from you.] } (if: (history:)'s last is "Hallway 2Fa")[(button:)[[[Return to the hallway|Hallway 2Fa]]]](if: (history:)'s last is "Hallway 2Fb")[(button:)[[[Return to the hallway|Hallway 2Fb]]]] (if: (history:)'s last is "Hallway 2Fa")[(button:)[[[Head to the opposite hallway|Hallway 2Fb]]]](if: (history:)'s last is "Hallway 2Fb")[(button:)[[[Head to the opposite hallway|Hallway 2Fa]]]] { (if: (history:)'s last is "Tub sludge" or "Use sludge")[\ (button:)[[[Exit to the east hallway|Hallway 2Fa]]] (button:)[[[Exit to the west hallway|Hallway 2Fb]]] ] } (if: not $useSludge)[(button:)[[[Inspect the tub|Tub sludge]]]]

{ (set: $lastKeypad to "2Fa")(set: $seenKeypad to true) (if: visits is 1 and (history:) does not contain "Keypad 2Fb")[Looking closer, the device on the wall appears to be a simple code keypad. The screen above the numerical keys seems to support a 4-digit code. Strangely, a faint green glow emanates from the keys and screen, just visible beneath the dust that covers the rest of this floor. It appears to be drawing power. "That's strange," you say aloud. "What's that?" $wife asks, stepping closely up beside you(if: $wifeBust > 1)[, her oversized breasts pressing against your arm. You're certain she's doing it intentionally]. "It's a keypad," you answer. "Like for an entry code or something." She leans in and blows on the keypad, a cloud of dust exploding outward, causing the two of you to hack and cough as you inhale it. (if: $wifeBust > 1)[$wife's breasts jiggle and heave as she struggles to catch her breath alongside you.] "Sorry," she apologizes as you both regain your composure. "Should we try a code?"] (else-if: visits is 1)[It's another keypad just like in the opposite hall. You carefully wipe the dust away from it.] (else:)[The keypad glows a light green in the dark, awaiting a code.] } (button:)[[[Leave the keypad alone|Hallway 2Fa]]] (button:)[[[Enter a code|Keypad]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ (if: $doorBoarded)[\ You step up to the eerily barricaded door, feeling the hairs on your neck and arms stand on end. The rest of the home hasn't exactly been all sunshine and rainbows up to this point, but this solitary door on the bemired second floor is easily the creepiest thing you've yet come across. Each board has been screwed in tightly with multiple wood screws in the walls, frame, and door itself. Somebody did //not// want it opened. ] (if: visits is 1 and not $ghostWarned)[\ "That's really fucking terrifying," $wife shudders, grabbing hold of your arm(if: $wifeBust >= 1)[ and pressing her tits so tightly against you that you can feel an erect nipple(if: $wifeLac is 1)[ and damp patch] through your sleeve]. You gulp hard and nod in agreement, worrying that acknowledging the fear out loud will somehow make it worse. "So, what do we think the odds are that there's a mutilated body behind there?" $wife asks, dashing your hopes of leaving things unspoken. (if: not $doctorFateKnown)[\ "Could be the lady that lived here," you consider in response. "Maybe someone trapped her in there?" ] You both stand there in silence for several moments, unnerved by the horrible boarded door. "Hello?" a meek female voice is just barely audible from the other side. "Did you hear that?" $wife asks, her eyes wide. "Someone's alive in there!" "Hello? Are you okay?" you call through the door. "Hello? Is someone there?" the voice comes again. It's a young woman's voice, and she sounds either hurt or terrified. Maybe both. "We're here!" $wife calls out. "Are you hurt? What happened?" Your brain reels from the shock of finding someone trapped up here in this manor. Your night has suddenly gone from intrigue and boobs to FULL-BLOWN PANIC EMERGENCY! "That awful woman trapped me in here! I can't leave!" the woman cries meagerly from behind the door. "Are you the woman who lives here?" $wife asks, her voice cracking. "No," the voice answers. "She's the psycho that locked me in here!" "How long have you been in there?" you ask, trying to wrap your mind around the situation. "I stopped keeping track. It's been so long," the woman cries. "Please get me out!" (if: $inventory does not contain "drill")[\ (set: $ghostQuest to true)"We have to find a way to get these boards off," $wife says to you before calling back to the woman, "We're going to look for some way to get the boards off the door. Just hold on!" ] (else:)[\ "We found a drill," $wife calls back to the woman. "Hold on, and we'll get you out of there! ] "Please, hurry!" she cries. (set: $wifeMood to "scared") (if: $inventory does not contain "drill")[(button:)[[[Step back from the door|Hallway 2Fb]]] ] (if: $inventory contains "drill")[(button:)[[[Use the drill to remove the boards|Possession ending]]] ] ] (else-if: visits is 1 and $ghostWarned and not $ghostVanquished)[\ "You really think there's a ghost in there?" $wife whispers to you, staying close. "(if: (history:) contains "Nymph convo Countess")[Meloni](else-if: (history:) contains "Journal 12")[The journal entry](else-if: (history:) contains "Maid convo Countess")[Olga](else:)[Lu... er... the devil] was pretty clear about not opening the creepy boarded-up ghost door," you state, shaken. As the two of you stand there before the awful door, you suddenly hear the cry of a meek female voice from the other side, "Hello? Is someone there?" $wife startles suddenly at the voice. You reach down and take her hand. The question about the ghost would seem to be answered. "We're not falling for it, Countess," you call back through the door. The voice returns, now cold and low. All trace of fear has been traded for outright malice. "I suppose you've been chatting with that wretched devil in the library, then," she says. "Or was it the houseplant? Maybe the automatons?" (if: $devilWarned is false)[\ "Did she say //devil//?" you ask in a forced whisper, but $wife doesn't react. (set: $devilWarned to true) ] "What does it matter who?" $wife fires back, her own timidness fading noticeably. "We know all about your attempts to gain a body." "Over one hundred and fifty years of solitude beyond the grave, only to be ripped back into this miserable world by that ingrate of a granddaughter and shoved into a box when I dared attempt to show her the way to achieve her dreams," the Countess muses back. (if: not $doctorFateKnown)[\ "What did you do with Lady VanBusen?" $wife snaps back. "Where is she?" "Why should the two of you care? Not one person has really come looking for her in four years' time. You think she's missed?" the Countess's voice grows eerily calm and chilled as she speaks through the boarded door.] (else:)["You know we're going to find Lady VanBusen, right?" $wife snaps back. "You're plan didn't work." "What plan?" the Countess's voice grows eerily calm and chilled as she speaks through the boarded door. "I merely wanted to be rid of her nuissance for a brief few years. Maybe a decade without her would've been nice. You know no one cares about her, right? Not one person has really come looking for her before tonight." ] She pauses for a moment before continuing on her tirade, "The miserable woman spent her entire life chasing after the accomplishments I made over a century ago. She wanted nothing more than to taste even a fraction of my eminence, and she couldn't manage it without my help. So when I try to help her realize her ambitions, that //miserable little bitch// had the nerve to call //me//, the great Countess Arana Von Busen, a monster and banish me to this Earthly hell!" The words hang in the air for a tense moment before $wife says, "You seem upset about that." "Upset is beneath a lady of my status," the Countess says. "I merely lament that she mistook my help for an attack. Together, we could have achieved anything. We could have been worshipped as a goddess! She simply could not accept her own failings and welcome my assistance." (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")["Now, //you//, my dear," the Countess goes on, "I can sense the overflow of... ambition... in you. You want to achieve a body that all other women hate you for, do you not?" $wife looks down at her (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[oversized bust, taking in her recent... gains](else:)[average bust]. She looks up at you, and you can see the gears turning behind her eyes...] (else:)["However..." the Countess goes on, "perhaps there is someone else who might wish to achieve their //full// potential with my assistance. You're surrounded here by all of these vestiges of ample women, and you know in your heart that you deserve a body that all other women will hate you for, don't you, my dear?" $wife looks to you with longing in her eyes. ] (button:)[[["Don't listen to her. You're perfect the way you are."|Ignore ghost]]] (if: $inventory contains "drill")[(set: $willing to true)(button:)[[["$wife?"|Possession ending]]]](else:)[(button:)[[["$wife?"|Help ghost]]]] ] (else-if: $ghostVanquished)[\ "So... there's not a ghost in there anymore... right?" $wife asks. "If you believe the word of a devil that now owns our souls..." you reply, feeling the absurdity of the statement. "Though... those moans were... pretty convincing..." "One way to be certain?" she replies, her voice shaking the tiniest bit. (if: $inventory does not contain "drill")[ (button:)[[["We'll need to find a way through these boards, first."|Hallway 2Fb]]] ] (else:)[\ (button:)[[["Let's not."|Hallway 2Fb]]] (button:)[[[Use the drill to remove the boards and go in|Ghost room]]] ] ] ] (else:)[\ (if: $doorBoarded is true and $ghostWarned is true and $ghostVanquished is false)[\ You stand before the eerily boarded door, behind which resides the ghost of Countess Arana Von Busen. (if: not $determined)[\ (button:)[[[Leave it be|Hallway 2Fb]]] (if: $inventory contains "drill")[(button:)[[[Use the drill to remove the boards and go in|Possession ending]]]]] (if: $inventory contains "drill" and $determined)[(set: $willing to true)(button:)[[["Are you sure you want to do this?"|Possession ending]]]] ] (else-if: $doorBoarded is true and $ghostWarned is false)[\ You stand before the eerily boarded door. (if: $inventory does not contain "drill")[\ (button:)[[[Leave it be|Hallway 2Fb]]] ] (if: $inventory contains "drill")[\ (button:)[[[Use the drill to remove the boards and go in|Possession ending]]] ] (if: $inventory contains "drill" and $determined)[\ (set: $willing to true)(button:)[[["Are you sure you want to do this?"|Possession ending]]]] ] (else-if: $ghostVanquished)[\ (if: $inventory does not contain "drill")[\ You stand before the eerie boarded door where the Countess was sealed away. You still have no real way of getting in. (button:)[[[Keep looking for a way in|Hallway 2Fb]]] ] (else:)[\ "Alright," you say, pulling out the drill from the garage and give it a few revs. You are certain you can get through the boards now. "We doing this?" $wife gives you a trepidatious glance. "I'm ready if you are..." (button:)[[["Maybe we shouldn't..."|Hallway 2Fb]]] (button:)[[[Head in|Ghost room]]] ] ] ] }

You are in a dark guest room. The furnishings are of the same quality and erotic focus as those in the rest of the house, and the second floor's trademark dust and cobwebs cover every inch of the room. A writing desk sits against one wall, adjacent to a carved wooden wardrobe. The room's western wall is adorned with a fireplace with a wide hearth and mantel. A faint whistling sound can be heard as a light draft emits from the fireplace. A king size four poster bed and oddly shaped plush chaise sit in the end of the room opposite the desk. { (if: visits is 1 and (history:) does not contain "Master bed")[\ "What's with the crooked couch?" you ask to no one in particular, staring at the uncomfortable bump in the chaise. "Pretty sure that's a sex couch," $wife says. "You know... more comfortable for leaning over while you get railed from behind." The image of $wife bent over the chaise plays through your head,(if: $wifeBust > 1)[ her new oversized tits squashed beneath her torso as she lies face down in front of you,] ass and pussy propped up at the perfect height... You clear your throat. "Makes sense," you say. ] } (button:)[[[Inspect the fireplace|Fireplace 2F]]] (button:)[[[Check the wardrobe|Wardrobe Gr2]]] (button:)[[[Return to the hallway|Hallway 2Fb]]]

The door opens into a closet(if: (history:) contains "Closet 2Fa")[, much like the one in the opposite hallway,] filled with hanging clothes and shelves of towels and linens. Everything in this closet is coated in the same layers of dust and cobwebs as the rest of the floor. The outfits, though filthy, appear to mostly consist of lingerie and roleplay costumes. { (if: visits is 1 and (history:) does not contain "Closet 2Fa")[\ You eye the sexy outfits, but $wife seems to reach the same conclusion first. "Cute, but no way in hell am I squeezing (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[myself or //these//] into any of those disgusting clothes," she says. ] } (button:)[[[Return to the hallway|Hallway 2Fb]]]

{ (set: $lastKeypad to "2Fb")(set: $seenKeypad to true) (if: visits is 1 and (history:) does not contain "Keypad 2Fa")[Looking closer, the device on the wall appears to be a simple code keypad. The screen above the numerical keys seems to support a 4-digit code. Strangely, a faint green glow emanates from the keys and screen, just visible beneath the dust that covers the rest of this floor. It appears to be drawing power. "That's strange," you say aloud. "What's that?" $wife asks, stepping closely up beside you(if: $wifeBust > 1)[, her oversized breasts pressing against your arm. You're certain she's doing it intentionally]. "It's a keypad," you answer. "Like for an entry code or something." She leans in and blows on the keypad, a cloud of dust exploding outward, causing the two of you to hack and cough as you inhale it. (if: $wifeBust > 1)[$wife's breasts jiggle and heave as she struggles to catch her breath alongside you.] "Sorry," she apologizes as you both regain your composure. "Should we try a code?"] (else-if: visits is 1)[It's another keypad just like in the opposite hall. You carefully wipe the dust away from it.] (else:)[The keypad glows a light green in the dark, awaiting a code.] } (button:)[[[Leave the keypad alone|Hallway 2Fb]]] (button:)[[[Enter a code|Keypad]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[Around the bend, the two upstairs hallways connect in a U shape. Aside from a few more small paintings of large breasts, the only noteworthy feature here is a single door along the north wall. Unlike every other door in the home, this one is wooden with a large stained glass portrait of a busty victorian woman. She bears a strong resemblance to the Countess in the landing portrait. A bronze plaque next to the door is impossible to read without first wiping away the dust. You exchange a curious glance with $wife(if: $wifeBust >= 2)[, and a sidelong glance at her intoxicating new cleavage,] before scraping away the detritus with your hand and wiping it clean on your pants. The plaque beneath reads "Countess Arana Von Busen Memorial Conservatory."] (else:)[This back connecting hallway contains only the door to the conservatory.] } (button:)[[[Examine the stained glass portrait|Stained glass]]] (button:)[[[Enter the conservatory|Conservatory]]] (button:)[[[Head to the west hallway|Hallway 2Fb]]] (button:)[[[Head to the east hallway|Hallway 2Fa]]]

You step up closer to the stained glass portrait set into the conservatory door. $wife moves next to you and shines the flashlight squarely on the glistening art. Even beneath four years of neglect, the incredible craftsmanship in the piece is plainly evident. The likeness of the woman in the landing portrait is well replicated here, including her apparently characteristically enormous breasts and cleavage. Clearly, a great sum of money was paid for it. { (if: not $ghostWarned)[Given the massive portrait, plaque by the door, and this exquisite stained glass, you have to assume this woman was someone of great renown or fame for the recent residents of the manor. Perhaps a famed ancestor? ] (else:)[If this was the woman who has since been returned to the world as a vengeful spirit, then it is truly a tragedy, given she was held in such high esteem before. ] } (button:)[[[Enter the conservatory|Conservatory]]] (button:)[[[Return to the hallway|Hallway 2Fc]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You tentatively push open the door to the conservatory with its ornate stained glass window. The ambient light from $wife's flashlight dances gently across the glinting segments of colored glass as the door swings open with a deafening creak. The loud crunch of dried leaves being crushed under foot fills the air as you enter. Inside is a large open room that stretches out forward and to the west. The northern wall consists entirely of greenhouse style windows that yawn from floor to ceiling and turn into a few feet of skylight at the place where they meet the manor's roofline. The far northwest corner of the room is devoted to a three-quarters hexagon of bay windows that must lie above the breakfast nook downstairs. The air in the room smells strongly of decaying plant matter and mildew, with a pungent undercurrent of damp earth and chemical fertilizers. The decor bucks the trend of the rest of the manor thus far. There's not a single statue or painting of a woman's breasts anywhere around. In fact, there's little to set this apart from a conservatory or greenhouse you could find in another well-off household, rather than that of some sex-crazed mystery woman. The entire length of the greenhouse wall is lined with metal shelves of a wide array of pots and planters. The dozens of containers overflow with dried crunchy plants that have long succumb to a lack of water or nutrients. A few vining plants at some point had overrun their containers and spilled out into the shelves and floor before dying. On the south wall opposite the windows, hooks and shelves contain many dusty gloves, tools, and gardening implements. A large bottle of fertilizer (if: $inventory contains "fertilizer")[just like the one you took from the garage](else-if: (history:) contains "Garage shelves")[like the one on the shelves in the garage](else:)[labelled "Luscious Harvest"] lies on the floor, its cap popped open and a darkened stain on the hardwood floor indicating a loss of its contents some time ago. At the center of the bay window ring is a singular oversized pot. A massive decaying plant lies slumped over the edge of the container. The specimen is far larger than all of the others in the room. It would be five feet tall or more, if it were alive and vertical, by your estimation. "Poor things never stood a chance," $wife mutters, moving the flashlight's beam across the various plants before landing on the enormous plant at the end of the room.] (else:)[\ The room stretches out to the west, containing loads of gardening tools and shelves of dead plants. (if: (history:) contains "Nymph" and $nymphRevived is false)[The nymph Meloni lies slumped over the edge of her oversized pot, unmoving.] (if: (history:) contains "Nymph" and $nymphRevived is true)[Meloni sits in her enormous pot in the far corner among the bay windows. The nymph is preening her flower-like hair and humming softly to herself. Her enormous bosom wobbles as she sways gently back and forth.] (else-if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph")[The husk of the enormous plant specimen in the corner lies slumped over the edge of its oversized pot.] ] } (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph")[(button:)[[[Investigate the massive pot in the bay windows|Nymph]]]](else-if: not $nymphRevived)[(button:)[[[Move over to the harvest nymph|Nymph]]]](else-if: $nymphRevived)[(button:)[[[Speak with Meloni|Nymph]]]] (button:)[[[Take a closer look at the shelves in front of the windows|Conservatory shelves]]] (button:)[[[Investigate the tools and supplies on the south wall|Conservatory tools]]] (button:)[[[Return to the hallway|Hallway 2Fc]]]

(set: $keyCode to (prompt: "Enter a 4-digit code", "0000", "CANCEL", "ENTER")) (go-to: "Keypad logic")

(if: $keyCode is "7175" and $codeKnown)[(go-to: "Elevator entry")] (else-if: $keyCode is "7175" and not $codeKnown)[(go-to: "Time travel ending")] (else-if: $keyCode is "8168008135")[(go-to: "Strategy guide")] (else-if: $keyCode is "8008" or "6969")[(go-to: "Old code")] (else:)[(go-to: "Wrong code")]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You input the code from Helga, and you immediately hear her and Olga's shared voice emit from the device. "Welcome, Lilith." At that, a hidden panel in the wall slides open to reveal the pristine interior of a stainless steel elevator, illuminated by stark fluorescent overhead lights. Peeking in, you can see no noteworthy features aside from another door on the opposite side of the spacious compartment. It is currently closed, but you're certain that it would open up onto the opposite hallway. "Well, are we going down there?" $wife asks, her voice buzzing between apprehension and excitement. You think for a moment about whether this is really a good idea. It's been a crazy night, but you could easily turn back now. But you press on. "Let's go!" you say with more gusto than you intended. $wife raises an eyebrow, but simply shrugs and steps forward into the space. (if: $wifeBust >= 6)[The opening is easily wide enough to accommodate her enormous tits as she hauls herself into the elevator. You're certain it's the result of intentional design.] You step in behind her(if: $wifeBust <= 5 and $wifeBust > 1)[, taking in the view of her increased chest, now fully illuminated for the first time. You feel the urge to lick you lips as you soak in the glory of her new melons. She's breathtaking](else-if: $wifeBust > 5)[, feeling a bit claustrophobic in the third of the metal box //not// filled with $wife or her massive orbs of flesh. Seeing her huge milkers fully illuminated for the first time, you can't help but fawn over her expanses of soft flesh, still wobbling ever so slightly from the simple act of entering the elevator. You could so easily throw yourself into her near-endless cleavage right here and now. But you resist]. "Is there a button or something that we--" $wife begins, but she is cut off as the maids' voice fills the metal box. "Doors now closing. Please ensure you are fully inside the elevator." (if: $wifeBust >= 6)[\ "My tits fully inside?" $wife asks with a grin. "They're a bit difficult to wrangle at this size." You reach out and grab a big handful of breast flesh in each hand as you say with a wink, "Let me just adjust them a bit for you." "Mmmmm," $wife groans, biting her lip. "Soon," she adds, playfully slapping your hands away. ] The door to the elevator closes as the voice says, "Descending," in Olga and Helga's sing-song manner. The grated metal floor beneath you shudders and the space is filled with a rumbling sound. With a large shudder(if: $wifeBust > 2)[ that sends $wife's rack wobbling heavily], the elevator begins to drop. From the sudden sense of weightlessness in your stomach, you're convinced it's going fast. For a full three minutes, the elevator drops, taking you far beneath the manor on Branson Hill. You're beginning to wonder if this was a good idea after all just about the time the box lightly shakes to a stop(if: $wifeBust > 2)[ and sends another wave of motion cascading through the expanses of titflesh hanging from $wife's chest.] "I think we're here," $wife says quietly. As if in response, the door opens again as the voice says, "Welcome to your laboratory, Lilith. May inspiration swell in your bosom." You meet $wife's eyes as you share in a joint eyeroll. (button:)[[[Step out of the elevator|Laboratory]]] ] (else-if: (history:)'s last is "Laboratory" and $powerOn is false)[\ You and $wife step back into the elevator. The voice again says, "Doors now closing. Please ensure you are fully inside the elevator," as the door slides shut behind you. With more rumbling and a sense of increased weight, the elevator returns to the manor above. As the doors slide open onto the manor's second floor east hallway, the voice says, "Welcome back, Lilith." (button:)[[[Step out of the elevator|Hallway 2Fa]]] ] (else-if: (history:)'s last is "Laboratory" and $elevator is false)[\ (set: $elevator to true)You step up to the elevator, but the doors slide closed as you are about to step in. "That's unsettling," $wife says, sounding a bit shaken from the near miss of the door closing. "Unauthorized access. Lockdown protocol engaged," the flat robotic woman's voice says. "Why would it let us come down here if it was just going to not let us back on?" you wonder out loud. "What do you think the odds are that this security protocol it's running is something that shuts off when the lab is on emergency power?" $wife asks you, glancing back at the Power Cell where you just turned the power back on. "Shit," you say softly. "Yeah, I think we might be stuck," $wife says. "We've gotta get Lilith back," you say, turning back to the lab. (button:)[[[Leave the elevator|Laboratory]]] ] (else-if: (history:)'s last is "Laboratory")[\ You know there's no sense in trying the elevator. You're stuck down here unless you can get Lilith back to help you out. (button:)[[[Remain in the lab|Laboratory]]] ] (else:)[\ You enter the code and step back into the elevator. The voice gives its default warning to clear the door, and you're back off down to the lab. After a short while, the doors open again. (button:)[[[Step out of the elevator|Laboratory]]] ] }

You pause for a moment, trying to think of the proper code, when you suddenly witness an arm reach out over your shoulder and key in 7-1-7-5. Immediately, the wall slides open to reveal pristine room, a single button mounted on the wall inside. It must be a secret elevator! Realizing the arm that typed the code was not $wife's, you whirl around to see yourself, or at least, a bedraggled husk of yourself, standing there in the hallway. Your doppelganger is wearing the same t-shirt and pants, though the clothes appear ragged and unwashed. His hair is a mess and his eyes have obvious dark patches beneath each, plainly visible even in the dim light of $wife's flashlight. "Oh my god!" she shrieks, seeing the distressing figure. "God..." a cold, hollow voice repeats from the shadows. "I like the sound of that." Into the light steps $wife's own doppelganger. The not-$wife has pallid skin and a flat, dire expression on her face. Otherwise, though, she looks exactly like the woman standing beside you, but with a pair of massive breasts so large they take up nearly the full width of the hallway. The fake $wife's chest is totally bare, save for(if: (history:) contains "Master closet" and $braName is false)[ the strange bra you saw in the closet earlier.](else-if: $braName is true and (history:) does not contain "Master closet")[ what can only be the hoverbra mentioned in Lady VanBusen's journal.](else:)[ a strange black bra, the edges of which glow with an icy turquoise light.] The cups of the garment each supports a gargantuan tit, floating in the air before her as though they weighed almost nothing. "Why am I looking at me?" $wife asks. "I mean, that //is// me, right?" "Hardly," the fake $wife spits out. "Of course, you're in here... somewhere..." The fake $player steps forward and speaks, "$wife is no more." His eyes are utterly dead, betraying only a constant pain and exhaustion. "Your body," he continues, addressing $wife, "is now the vessel for the new Goddess of Beauty, Arana! You will both bow before her!" "Thank you, $player," Arana/$wife says, "but that won't be necessary. These two may carry on with their business. All we need is to eliminate my troublesome decendent and procure her nanite chamber before she has a chance to destroy it." Your doppelganger nods furiously. { (if: $wishes is not 0)["Now, I believe that meddlesome devil is still around in this timeline," Arana tells him, "so be a good servant and go take care of that." He nods again and bolts off down the hallway. ] (else:)["Now, run along and fetch anything that could be of use," Arana orders him, placing a hand on top of a mountainous breast. You know that--somehow--it's not actually $wife standing there with such incredible tits, but you can't help but feel a pang of desire in your mind.] } "Now," she addresses the two of you, "I have a pest to eliminate, and some nanites to absorb!" She carefully hefts her floating breasts through the elevator door, one at a time, before stepping in, herself. "Smile, you two," she adds as the door begins to slide closed. "You just met A GODDESS!" ==><== ##The End

You enter the code and press "ENTER." The display flashes your code in red for a moment before (if: $metOlga)[a voice identical to the robot maid's](else-if: (history:) does not contain "Wrong code" or "Elevator entry")[a cheery feminine voice](else:)[the voice] says, "I'm sorry, this code is no longer valid. Please enter current entry code." (button:)[[[Try again|Keypad]]] (if: $lastKeypad is "2Fa")[(button:)[[[Give up|Keypad 2Fa]]]](else-if: $lastKeypad is "2Fb")[(button:)[[[Give up|Keypad 2Fb]]]]

You enter the code and press "ENTER." The display flashes your code in red for a moment before (if: $metOlga)[a voice identical to the robot maid's](else-if: (history:) does not contain "Wrong code" or "Elevator entry")[a cheery feminine voice](else:)[the voice] says, "Incorrect Code. Please try again." (button:)[[[Try again|Keypad]]] (if: $lastKeypad is "2Fa")[(button:)[[[Give up|Keypad 2Fa]]]](else-if: $lastKeypad is "2Fb")[(button:)[[[Give up|Keypad 2Fb]]]]

{ (if: $willing)[\ $wife snatches the drill from your hand and begins working at the screws. With each rev of the device, one more barrier between yourselves and the ghost on the other side of that door is removed. After about twenty continuous minutes of work, she has removed enough nails and boards that it is possible to open the door and slip through the few boards that remain. "I think you'll like me with unlimited boob power," $wife says to you with a wink as she steps into the room. You follow her inside. The interior of the room is utterly destroyed. The wallpaper has been clawed and shredded. Whatever furniture was once there is now strewn about in heaps of wood and ruined upholstery. A chilling fog hangs in the air. "Countess?" $wife calls out. "I'm ready for you to show me your power!" ] (else:)[\ You go to work on the door, using the drill to remove the screws strategically, one by one. After about twenty continuous minutes of work, you've removed enough nails and boards that it is possible to open the door and slip through the few boards that remain. "We're coming in!" you shout to the girl on the other side. The interior of the room is utterly destroyed. The wallpaper has been clawed and shredded. Whatever furniture was once there is now strewn about in heaps of wood and ruined upholstery. A chilling fog hangs in the air. "Are you alright?" $wife calls out to the seemingly empty room. "We got the door open! You're free to go!" ] } "Good girl," a horrible voice echoes from beneath the remains of the ruined four poster bed. From the gap beneath the furnishing crawls out what looks like most of a woman, the same woman from the landing painting. This is none other than the countess Arana Von Busen. She crawls along the ground on all fours, though her legs from the knee down fade into wisps of nothing. What there is of her is a pale lavender hue, though her eyes shine a piercing yellow. She wears an old fashioned full length night gown, with the shoulders pulled out to her upper arms, the neckline plunging down to only just provide pseudo-modesty for her inhuman breasts. Each one is the size of your torso, pressed against the floor and giving a real sense of weight, despite being the faintest bit see-through. { (if: $willing)[\ "We're going to do wonderful things together!" the ghost shouts before crawling impossibly fast directly toward $wife.] (else:)[\ "Thank you for the ticket out of here!" the ghostly figure shrieks before crawling impossibly fast directly toward $wife.] } Before either of you can react, the Countess is pushing up from the floor with her forearms, her gargantuan breasts suspended below her like floating pendulums. She drifts gracefully through the air in an arc before connecting with $wife, face to face. $wife opens her mouth to scream, but the Countess's form shifts into a maleable smog, churning and roiling in the air before plunging down your wife's throat, drowning out her cries. You freeze in horror as the full form of the Countess disappears within $wife's body. She stands there unmoving for several moments before dropping the flashlight and twitching her hands and head. She takes a stilted step forward, and her head tilts to face you at an unnatural angle. { (if: $wifeBust < 3)[\ "This body is... lacking..." she says, reaching up to fondle $wife's breasts, squeezing them gently through the fabric of her top. "But I can see potential..."] (else-if: $wifeBust > 2 and < 6)[\ "Hmmm..." she muses, taking a moment to trace the curvature of $wife's enormous, enhanced bust. "This is... adequate for a new vessel. At the very least, it gives me something to work with..."] (else-if: $wifeBust >=6)[\ "Oooh..." she beams, running her hands greedily across the monstrous expanses of flesh laid out before her and taking a moment to explore them fully. "Now, this... this, I can work with. What an exquisite vessel!"] } "Get out of $wife's body!" you shout at the ghoul. She looks up from her assessment of her new body and glares at you, a piercing orange glow emitting from the eyes that once belonged to $wife. "You," she spews in a corrosive burst, "how dare you presume to give me orders, insignificant pest!" You take a step back, unnerved by the hatred coming from your wife's mouth. "I am to be a goddess among this sad world, now that I have a vessel to free me from this sad devil's prison! And you look upon my countenance and dare to speak to me as an equal?! Bow before your goddess!" You stand bolted to the spot, quivering from head to toe. "I SAID 'BOW!'" the room's darkness closes in, threatening to snuff even the tiny beam from the flashlight lying on the destroyed floor. The figure before seems to loom larger, more threatening, as she steps forward and reaches out for you. She grabs you firmly by the shoulders and clamps you tightly. (if: $wifeBust > 1 and < 5)[Her enormous breasts are squarely situated in your line of sight.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 5)[Her gargantuan breasts are so large that you feel their softness pressing against your own chest, even with her arms fully outstretched.] "Look at my chest," she says. You feel your gaze involuntarily fixate on (if: $wifeBust < 2)[her breasts.](else-if: $wifeBust >=2)[the sharp black depths of her cleavage.] "I can feel the lust within you," she hisses at you. "I know that you crave the feel of soft breast flesh enveloping your face, threatening to steal away your air and drown you in your own pleasures." You feel yourself nod automatically. "All you need to do is accept me as your true goddess, and I can smother you in tits so immense that you can't even fathom them. How does that sound, my little thrall?" You nod again, your vision tunnelling in so that all you can see (if: $wifeBust < 2)[is tits.](else:)[is cleavage.] "Good," she coos, pulling you in and placing your face directly into the crook of her bosom. "Now come along, we have work to do." ==><== ##The End

"Do you mean that?" $wife says, looking at you with somber eyes. You look her up and down in the dimly lit, dusty hallway beneath the canopy of cobwebs. "I do," you reassure her. "You're perfect because you're you, not because of however big your tits are." { (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")[(if: $wifeBust is 0)["But some big-ass titties wouldn't hurt," she adds, both a statement and a prod at you. She punctuates the comment with a sincere smile to indicate that things are okay between you.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 1)["But having some big-ass titties doesn't exactly hurt," she adds, wobbling her expanded breasts back and forth as a tease.] "Big-ass titties never made anything worse," you add. (if: $wifeBust >=1)[ "I'm starting to really agree on that," $wife says, hoisting her left breast in her hand and squeezing it as her eyes attempt to roll back in her head.] (else:)[ "They certainly make haunted houses more... interesting," $wife says, glancing around at the decrepit erotica on the walls.] ] (else:)["Thanks," she replies with a smile.] } "Now let's get the fuck away from this ghost," she adds, pointedly raising her voice for the Countess to hear. (button:)[[["Yeah, let's get away from here."|Hallway 2Fb]]]

"Right now, I'm going to go with the one that's promising me unlimited cleavage without the price of my soul," $wife answers defiantly. "You hear that, Countess?" she says, turning to shout through the boarded door. "We're going to find a way to get this door open!" (set: $ghostQuest to true) "Let's go," she says, taking your arm and pulling you along. (set: $determined to true) (button:)[[[You seem to have created a monster...|Hallway 2Fb]]]

{ (if: $determined)[\ You make for the exit, but you're stopped as $wife grabs your wrist. You turn to face her, and you see a determined fire burning in her eyes. "I know Kirsten's waiting on us," she says, "but I've kind of been offered unlimited boob power by the Countess, and I plan to take it." (button:)[[[Stay and help $wife pursue "unlimited boob power"|Foyer 1F]]] ] (else-if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ "We can't just leave that poor woman trapped up there!" $wife says as you reach for the front door. You know she's right. (button:)[[[Stay and help the trapped woman|Foyer 1F]]] ] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ (set: $doorBoarded to false)Steeling yourself, you step forward and begin using the power drill to remove the screws fastening the boards to the doorframe. One by one, the whine of the drill drones on, followed by the //plink// of a screw hitting the dusty wooden floor of the hallway. While you work away at the boards, $wife shifts between holding the light steady for you and picking up the dropped screws. (if: $wifeBust > 3 and $takeBra is false)[Her grunts and groans indicate that the weight of her expanded bust is causing some difficulty with the bending up and down. You take a moment to look her over in the dim light, and you're struck by just how much larger she's grown. It's awe-inspiring.] After several minutes of work, you've managed to remove enough boards that you're able to get at the knob and push the door open and squeeze between the boards. You give $wife a last minute "here we go" look before giving the knob a twist and pushing the door into the darkness. You bend down and contort your legs over the remaining lower board one at a time. (if: $wifeBust >= 5)[\ Once inside, you start to glance around the eerie, ruined room, but your attention is snagged by a series of strained sounds emitting from behind you. You turn back to find $wife, struggling to squeeze herself and her new bust through the gap you made in the boards. You seem to have underestimated the space she would need to get through... "You okay?" you ask. "Do I look okay?" she snips. "These things are impossible to get through." As she says it, she gives her left boob a shove, pushing it past the door frame with some effort. This maneuver leaves her stuck half in and half out of the room, her cleavage straddling the door frame which is pressed a few inches in between her tits.(if: $takeBra)[ Were it not for the anti-gravity bra, it would potentially be lodged still further in.] Oh, to be that door frame... "Here," you say, pulling yourself out of your thoughts. "Take my hand, and I'll pull you through." "And they say chivalry is dead..." $wife tosses out, but reaches her hand to take yours. She adds a more sincere, "Thanks." You take her hand in yours and pull as she tugs at your arm, ducking her head and shoulders to get under a board that remains on the top. With another tug and shove, her other enormous breast comes heaving through the door, jiggling and bounding as she stumbles up to you, fighting to find her balance. "These things are a //lot//," she huffs. "'A lot' can be good," you say, trying to redirect her frustration. Her raised eyebrow smile indicates that you succeeded. ] (else-if: $wifeBust > 1)[\ Once inside, you start to glance around the eerie, ruined room, but your attention is snagged by a series of strained sounds emitting from behind you. Turning back, you see that $wife is struggling a bit to balance as she squeezes herself and her amplified assets through the gap you created in the boards. "You got it?" you call to her, reaching out your hand to offer support. "I'm good," she says, righting herself inside the room. "Just trying to make sure I don't topple over from the... imbalance." That's one word for it, you say with a smirk. She returns one of her own. ] (else:)[\ $wife follows suit behind you. ] Inside the room, you are immediately overcome with a feeling of dread and unease. The furniture indicates that this room is a bed room or guest room. At least, it was at some point before whatever transpired in the past few years. The Countess has truly left the place in a heap of rage and destruction. Wallpaper hangs in tattered ribbons from gouges in the walls. A bed, dresser, and other unidentifiable furnishings lie in piles of broken wood and upholstery with small shards and chunks scattered about the room. It could be your imagination, but you would almost swear that a faint fog hovers in the air around you. You recall news coverage of the aftermath of tornadoes. The damage here isn't far off. If the window and roof weren't intact, you could see this being the results of a natural disaster. "Hardly as amusing as the audio play made it seem, huh?" $wife muses. "I feel bad for her. To be consumed with so much rage and hatred even into the next life," you add. "Agreed," $wife says. "C'mon. There's nothing in here but sad reminders of what that woman has become." "Yeah..." you agree. ] (else:)[\ You glance through the hole in the boards into the dark, ruined room. You feel a chill of dread pass along your spine. "Maybe we should stay out of there..." $wife says. ] (button:)[[[Leave the room be|Hallway 2Fb]]] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You step over toward the tub, taking in the detail on the marble statues. Every curve of their bodies, every hair on their heads, every wrinkle of their (limited) clothing is rendered in flawless, lifelike detail. Their craftsmanship is obvious even under the layers of webbing and dust that gives them an even more pronounced "frozen in time" quality. "Shine the light on those bottles," you say to $wife who obliges. You lean in to examine the bottles more closely. (if: (history:) contains "Sitting room cabinet")[Many of them are unlabeled ornate glass bottles very similar to those from the sitting room cabinet downstairs.](else:)[Many of them are unlabelled ornate glass bottles with various colors of solutions inside and a cork sealing the opening.] Quite a few have toppled onto their sides and the contents have begun to ooze out, pool, and dry on the shelving. You can just barely make out labels that read "Bust Enhancing Soak" and "Bosom Bubbles." Most of the remaining containers are commercial cosmetic product bottles--bath salts, shampoos, conditioners, body washes, etc. There's an entire bath aisle's worth of relaxation and cleaning supplies on these shelves, though no one but the spiders and dust mites has gotten use from them in the last few years. Even the commercial bottles have not survived the years fully intact, as many of them have also been knocked over or outright fallen off the shelves and into the tub. Together, enough liquid product has seeped from the containers and comingled and coagulated to create a significant pool of grimy residue in the bath below. Of course, the years have dried the concoction and added in enough dust particles to turn it into a horrible paste. ] (else:)[The tub sits there, a thin film of the coagulated muck resting in the bottom.] } (button:)[[["Maybe you should rub some of that on your chest."|Use sludge]]] (button:)[[[Leave it be|Bathroom 2F]]]

{ (if: $wifeMood is "jealous" and $wifeBust >= 3)[\ (set: $useSludge to true)$wife lets out a long, exasperated sigh. "I'm so //pissed// that I kind of want to," she moans. "I mean, all this growth has felt //phenomenal,// and I //really// want more, but..." she says mostly to herself, "am I really going to rub haunted house bathtub sludge on myself for a chance at bigger boobs?" "I could rub it on you," you offer, half out of desperation and half out of a need to put your hands on those new, swollen udders. $wife looks at you for moment before rolling her eyes and saying, "Fine. What the hell..." You perk up at the opportunity for about half a second before looking down at the sludge and truly comprehending what you've just offered. "Well?" she pushes. You twist your face in disgust and reach down to scoop up some of the muck. It takes a significant amount of force to scrape your fingers down through the stuff, and it comes up with the texture of mostly dried toothpaste. $wife looks away in disgust as you take the modest glob of the stuff and reach out to rub it on her nearly naked tits. The pleasurable softness of her expanded breasts is undercut by the awful feeling of the gooey, gritty ooze spreading beneath your fingers. You spend several agonizing minutes wiping it around her breasts, making sure to really squeeze it into her cleavage and underboob area. "God, this better work," she says, a wretch stopping in her throat. "At least it doesn't smell bad," you attempt to reassure, but the sensation is just awful. You finally consider the job done, and you both wait for a tense few minutes, staring at her mounds, now filthy with the rubbed in residue. Nothing happens. You both wait a bit longer, neither of you wishing to jinx it by saying what you both know to be true. Finally, $wife speaks it into reality. "It didn't do anything," she utters. "I wonder if the water works," you say, looking down at your filthy hands in disgust. $wife moves over to the vanity and turns on a faucet. A horrible rattling noise bangs around the pipes for a moment, followed by a shriek of escaping air and a modest trickle of water. "At least we can clean up," you say. "Woohoo," she says flatly, wetting her hands and carefully wiping away the goo from her chest. You step over and likewise clean the gunk from your hands. (set: $wifeMood to "happy")"We never speak of this again," $wife says. (button:)[[["Agreed."|Bathroom 2F]]] ] (else:)[\ "And maybe you should get your head out of your ass, $player," $wife snaps at you. "I'm not taking a mystery mud bath just because you want me to have bigger tits." (button:)[[["Sorry."|Bathroom 2F]]] ] }

The hearth of the fireplace is cold and dark. The whistling of a drafty breeze echoes forth from the depths of the chimney as remnants of broken cobwebs flutter softly. A light dusting of long cold ashes litters the bottom of the hearth Above, numerous dusty statuettes of buxom women in Kama Sutra style sexual positions are carefully spread across the ornately carved wooden mantel. { (if: visits is 1 and (history:) does not contain "Library fireplace")[\ "Old homes with multiple fireplaces like this would have separate flues," $wife says. "Sometimes the dividers between them would break down and cause drafts to pass between the fireplaces, carrying air and debris up." You stare at her for a moment before saying, "Thanks for the lesson, Bob Villa." "What?" she says, indignant, "It would explain the draft." You roll your eyes. ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Ashes 2F")[(button:)[[[Dig through the ashes|Ashes 2F]]] ] } (button:)[[[Leave it be|Guest room 2]]]

{ (if: (history:) contains "Wardrobe Gr1")[\ This wardrobe is a near identical copy of the one in the other guest room. You catch a stray part of your brain even wondering how unique the cobweb and dust patterns are between the two. Lingerie, toys, bondage gear, etc. More sex stuff, but nothing else of note. ] (else:)[\ (if: visits is 1)[\ You open the doors of the wardrobe and a string of cobweb is pulled apart and left to waft in the air. ] Inside, the wardrobe is filled with a variety of skimpy lingerie, and a collection of chains, restraints, clamps, and sex toys of varying sizes and shapes hang from the inside panels of the doors. The wardrobe has provided no real protection from the dust that litters the rest of the floor and room. (if: visits is 1)[\ "She was really obsessed with boobs and sex, huh?" $wife mutters. "Seems that way," you agree, feeling something stir within you as you gaze upon the erotic paraphernalia. ] ] } (button:)[[[Return to the rest of the room|Guest room 2]]]

You sift through the bits of old wood and ash for a moment as $wife holds the flashlight steady. { (if: $devilQuest)["Good thinking," she says. "There's a chance the draft blew the rest of that page up the chimney into this fireplace."](else:)["Think you might find some burned evidence or something?" she asks, her tone indicating that she is amused by her own question.] "Possibly," you say, victorious, as you hold up a small piece of partially torn and burned paper smaller than the palm of your hand. The writing is ornate, like it was written with a quill or fountain pen and a hand practiced in calligraphy. It's a bit difficult to make out, but you're pretty sure about the letters S-T-R-A. (set: $stra to true) (if: (history:) contains "Fireplace book")[$wife lets out a squeak as you hold up the piece of paper. "That's it, isn't it?" she says, excited. "That's part of the book from the library downstairs, right?" "I think so," you say. "I guess the draft pulled part of the page up the chimney before it fully burned." ] (else:)["Looks like it's part of a page to an old manuscript or document," you say. "That's odd," $wife adds. "Maybe someone tried to burn an old document or something?" "Could be," you admit. ] } (button:)[[[Leave the fireplace|Guest room 2]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You move closer to the enormous pot at the center of the hexagonal bay window inlet. The thing is easily three feet tall and even wider across. As you step up to it, $wife trains her flashlight on the gargantuan plant that lies dried and wilted over its side. The form of this plant is like nothing you've ever seen. Two thick stems rise from the soil and immediately fold over onto the surface, where they join in a cluster of crumpled leaves. Dried vines wrap one of the stems tightly before splitting off and making its way across the floor to the bottle of fertilizer across the room. From the cluster of leaves, the stem continues, now in a single, larger trunk. The trunk is grey and desiccated, with a single small dimple-like hole in the middle. Just up from that hole is another cluster of large, broad, dried up leaves, covering two sizeable fruits that look almost like a pair of... They're boobs. You're sure of it. Seeing that, you take in the rest of the plant in a brand new light. The pair of stems are legs. They join together at the thing's lower torso, where a cluster of leaves provide some modesty. The tiny dimple in the center is a bellybutton of sorts, and then the torso is market by two //enormous// melon-like breasts, again covered by the broad, tropical leaves. Above the plant's "breasts" lies a shriveled "head" hanging over the side of the pot, complete with sunken eyes and cracked lips. "Hair" is provided by a large, crumpled flower's petals that hang limp in the air. Two thin twig-like arms hang loose on either side of the thing's head, more vines wrapping each of them. Next to the plant/woman thing is a placard(if: (history:) contains "Conservatory shelves")[ just like those on the other shelves]. It reads "//domina messis//, harvest nymph" with a second line that simply says "Meloni." As soon as you read the words aloud, one of the "hands" of the plant twitches an inch. Both you and $wife start at the unexpected movement. (if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ "Oh my god!" $wife shrieks, grabbing your arm and pulling you back away from the pot. "Let's get out of here!" She lets go of her grip and bolts off out the door back to the hallway. (button:)[[[Follow her|Hallway 2Fc]]] ] (else:)[\ "Shit!" $wife exclaims, jumping backward. You feel yourself jump along with her. "It's..." you stammer. "It's fucking //alive//!" $wife finishes. "Yeah, that!" you concur. After a tense moment where nothing further happens, you step back closer to inspect the nymph. There appears to be no more movement. "You saw it move, right?" you ask $wife. "Definitely," she confirms. "What the fuck do we do?" You look at the poor, desiccated nymph and the vine stretching from her pot to the spilled bottle of fertilizer across the room. "I think she was reaching for the fertilizer that spilled," you say, pointing to the bottle on the floor. "She?" $wife objects. (if: (history:) contains "Journal 6")[\ "Yeah," you assert. "This has to be the nymph VanBusen mentioned in her journal. "Holy shit, you're right!" $wife agrees. "We should find her some more fertilizer!" (set: $nymphQuest to true) ] (else:)[\ "I mean..." you start, jerking your head toward the voluptuous, if withered, form of the nymph. $wife rolls her eyes. "Fair enough, I guess," she concedes. "So, what? We find her some fertilizer?" (set: $nymphQuest to true) ] (if: (history:) contains "Diary 10")["The journal did mention the fertilizer worked well the last time she wasn't feeling well..." you remind her.] (button:)[[[Leave the nymph for now|Conservatory]]] (if: $inventory contains "fertilizer")[(button:)[[[Give the nymph a small pour of the fertilizer you found|Nymph revival 1]]] ] (if: $inventory contains "fertilizer")[(button:)[[[Give the nymph all of the fertilizer you found|Nymph revival 2]]] ] (if: $inventory contains "formulae")[(button:)[[[Give the nymph the formulae you took from the sitting room cabinet|Nymph revival 3]]] ] (if: $inventory contains "formulae" and "fertilizer")[(button:)[[[Dump the fertilizer and sitting room formulae all into the nymph's pot|Nymph revival 4]]] ] (if: $wifeLac is 1 and (history:) does not contain "Nymph revival 5")[(button:)[[[Suggest $wife try to give the nymph breast milk|Nymph revival 5]]]] ] ] (else-if: $nymphRevived is false)[\ The nymph lies motionless, slumped over the side of her pot. (button:)[[[Leave the nymph for now|Conservatory]]] (if: $inventory contains "fertilizer")[(button:)[[[Give the nymph a small pour of the fertilizer you found|Nymph revival 1]]] ] (if: $inventory contains "fertilizer")[(button:)[[[Give the nymph all of the fertilizer you found|Nymph revival 2]]] ] (if: $inventory contains "formulae")[(button:)[[[Give the nymph the formulae you took from the sitting room cabinet|Nymph revival 3]]] ] (if: $inventory contains "formulae" and "fertilizer")[(button:)[[[Dump the fertilizer and sitting room formulae all into the nymph's pot|Nymph revival 4]]] ] (if: $wifeLac is 1 and (history:) does not contain "Nymph revival 5")[(button:)[[[Suggest $wife try to give the nymph breast milk|Nymph revival 5]]]] ] (else-if: $nymphRevivedDevil is true)[\ (set: $metNymph to true) You step up to the large pot. The figure that once lay limp now stands upright, leaning against the side. Her "legs" that had once been shriveled and buried in the soil are now fully visible (and rather shapely). Now restored, the nymph is no longer dried and dull. Her skin is a vibrant, pastel green color, while her eyelids, lips, and flower petal "hair" are all now a lively, shocking pink color, and her eyes are deep, rich oceans of purple. Her figure can only be described now as "buxom" or "voluptuous." Her thighs, tummy, and arms are all close to what would be considered "pudgy" on a human, but she wears the weight so well that it just gives her a healthy glow. The formerly dried vines still wrap tightly around her arms and left thigh, squeezing tight enough to cause the flesh beneath to "balloon" outward between its tendrils ever so slightly. While the rest of her form has a healthy curvaceousness, the nymph's breasts are well beyond anything that could be considered "normal" for the average human. (if: $wifeBust > 3)[Though, they are not quite so large as $wife's newly grown assets. ]Two beyond-watermelon sized globes sit perched on her chest, supported by a cluster of broad, waxy leaves that create a pseudo-tubetop. While certainly more modest than total nudity, the support of the leaves gives a somehow even more lewd appearance to her bulging chest. The top creates a "tabletop" effect at the top of her breasts, propping them up into a near horizontal surface that shifts and tosses like a stormy sea with every slight movement of her body. The resulting cleavage is likewise so prominent that you feel she could simply drop her chin and bury her own face in it... Or yours... "Hello," the nymph chirps happily as you both approach. "Hello?" $wife greets her cautiously. "Are you... alright?" "I am now," the nymph replies, "though I have no knowledge of what happened. I've spent so many days and nights craving nourishment. I even tried to reach the fertilizer here in the conservatory, but the bottle spilled. Next thing I know, I'm rehydrated and restored almost instantly." "That would be us, $player and $wife," you answer, holding a breath in and holding your chin up. "Great thanks to you both, $player and $wife," the nymph replies. "My name is Meloni. I'm a harvest nymph, and I am forever //deeply// in your debt." "And also the devil downstairs," $wife adds flatly, giving you a look that lets you know to stop sucking up to the sexy plant woman. "She's the one who //really// healed you." "Well, yeah," you recover clumsily. "Ah, yes, her..." the nymph adds, "Miss VanBusen spoke of her many times. She was quite hopeful that she could use her powers to enhance her own bust before she was forced to use the wish to seal away the Countess." "Still," she continues after a brief pause, "my debts to you both are astronomical. Please, let me know if I can repay you in any way." (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph convo Countess")[(button:)[[["The Countess?"|Nymph convo Countess]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about Miss VanBusen?"|Nymph convo master]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph convo self")[(button:)[[["So what's your story?"|Nymph convo self]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Helga convo" and $codeKnown is false)[(button:)[[["We need your help with Helga."|Nymph convo Helga]]] ] (button:)[[["If you //really// want to thank us for reviving you, I can think of something..."|Nymph seduction ending]]] ] (else:)[\ Meloni looks lush and voluptuous, sitting in her pot. "Thank you again for saving me," she says, her hands clasped tightly in front of her impressive chest. "What can I do for you?" (button:)[[["Nevermind."|Conservatory]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about the woman who owned this place?"|Nymph convo master]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph convo self")[(button:)[[["Tell us about yourself."|Nymph convo self]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Helga convo" and $codeKnown is false)[(button:)[[["We need your help with Helga."|Nymph convo Helga]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph convo Countess")[(button:)[[["What do you know about the Countess?|Nymph convo Countess]]]] ] }

{ (if: visits is 1 and $wifeMood is not "scared")[\ You step closer to the shelves of dry, crumbling potted plants. $wife steps up next to you with the flashlight. (if: $wifeBust >= 2)[Her expanded breasts brush up against your arm, and you can feel an oversized, erect nipple through your sleeve. She seems to be getting the hang of steering her new bumpers around. You try to pull your attention away from her engorged tits and focus on the shelves before you.] Examining them, you see dozens of pots in various shapes and sizes. It appears that not a single specimen has survived the years of neglect, though a few are noticeably less decomposed than others. Perhaps they put up a bit of a fight for life after the lady of the house vanished. Some pots, however, contain only dry, dusty soil. Each of the shelves has a small metal placard affixed to the front with the common and scientific names of each plant. Most of them you've never heard of before, and most seem incredibly suggestive. "//Myrtillocactus geometrizans//," $wife reads off of one placard in front of several withered cactus specimens, "'boob cactus'." You sigh wearily, "I don't know why I'm surprised..." The two of you take a moment to alternatively read off several other of the names, each more amusing or suggestive than the previous. "//Solanum mammosum//, nipple fruit." "//Psychotria elata//, hooker's lips." "//Lapsana communis//, nipplewort." "//Asclepias syriaca//, common milkweed." They go on and on. Eventually $wife finds one that does not appear to be quite as dirty. "//Trigonella foenum-graecum//, fenugreek," she reads aloud. "I guess they can't all be dirty..." The name nags at the back of your mind for a long moment before it clicks. "Actually," you feel yourself cringe as you say it, "fenugreek oil supposedly can stimulate breast growth..." $wife stares at you. (if: $wifeBust > 1)[You try not desperately not to stare at her cleavage.] "I've heard..." you add clumsily. //Smooth//. "Aah," $wife finally breaks her silence. "And there it is." A few more moments of looking over the shelves turns up nothing more of note. ] (else-if: visits is 1 and $wifeMood is "scared")[\ You take a step toward the shelves of dead plants, but $wife steps forward and locks tightly onto your arm. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[Her recently enhanced breasts press firmly against you. You can feel an oversized erect nipple even through your sleeve. You remind yourself that she's scared and this is not the time to be thinking about tits.] "I don't think we're going to find anything to help that poor woman here," $wife mentions timidly. //She's right//, you think to yourself before nodding to her. You need to be concentrating on helping that woman behind the boarded door. ] (else:)[\ There is nothing more to see here beyond the shelves filled with dead plants with dirty names. ] } (button:)[[[Leave the shelves|Conservatory]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ The interior wall of the conservatory contains a row of shallow cabinetry along the base, with numerous storage solutions for gardening implements above. Gloves, spades, snips, watering cans, and more are all impecably organized, barring the occassional small item that seems to have wandered from its place. Perhaps a small animal or two has found its way into the quiet interior of the manor in the last few years. You doubt these items jumped around all on their own. In the floor in front of the cabinets, the bottle of fertilizer sits overturned and empty. A single withered vine is wrapped around the handle, trailing across the floor and to (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph")[the enormous pot in the corner](else-if: $nymphRevived is false)[the nymph's pot in the corner](else:)[Meloni's pot]. ] (else:)[\ The shelves of tools lie before you. None of them appear particularly helpful. ] } (button:)[[[Leave the shelves|Conservatory]]] (button:)[[[Check the cabinets|Conservatory cabinets]]] (button:)[[[Follow the withered vine|Nymph]]]

You take a moment to open the cabinets and look around inside. { (if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ "You think there'll be something in there that can get those boards off the door?" $wife asks hopefully. "Maybe," you respond. ] } Inside, there are a massive network of cobwebs tangled over bags of fertilizer, potting soil, mulch, and other gardening supplies. There is nothing else of note. (if: $nymphQuest)[There's certainly no more bottles of the fertilizer the nymph was reaching for.] (button:)[[[Close the cabinets|Conservatory tools]]]

(set: $nymphRevived to true)(set: $metNymph to true)You step up to the pot and unscrew the cap from the bottle of fertilizer you got from the garage. You take a moment to read the dosage instructions as $wife holds the flashlight steady for you. //Add 1/4 cup of concentrated fertilizer to 1 gallon of water. Spray generously over planted area. Do not apply more than one batch of fertilizer per 100 square foot area per 3 days.// "Not sure those directions apply to practically dead nymphs," $wife says with a shrug. (if: (history:) does not contain "Diary 10")["True," you agree. "We honestly don't even know if this would work or if she even can be revived at this point. I just feel so bad for her."](else:)["True," you agree. "But the diary did say that this is the stuff that helped her the last time she was in bad shape. I really hope it does the trick this time. I feel so bad for the poor thing."] "Me too," $wife says. Then she adds confidently, "It'll work. I can feel it." You give her a smile and turn the bottle upside down, pouring the entirety of its contents into the dusty soil in the pot. "Holy shit!" $wife exclaims. "I didn't know you were going to dump the whole damn thing! Are you sure that's wise?" "I mean, she's in pretty dire shape," you say. "I figured it was best to not be stingy." Immediately, the dried out form in the pot begins to twitch and writhe like a tree branch in a strong gust. Her arms bend and sway, a creaking, cracking sound accompanying the movement. The withered vine that stretches across the room begins to retract and coil around her arm, becoming gradually more loose and pliable with every passing second. "Whaaaa..." an arid rasp escapes the nymph's mouth as her head turns to look up at you. You can already see a bit of light green hue filling in her cheeks, and her flower petal hair, lips, and eyelids are starting to turn a bright pink color. "It's working!" $wife shouts excitedly. She's so thrilled that she's practically bouncing in place. (if: $wifeBust >= 1 and $takeBra is false)[Her newly grown chest bounces about a quarter second behind her.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 1 and $takeBra is true)[Her swollen chest bobs weightlessly in front of her, resting on the strange hoverbra, lagging behind the rest of her body's motion by about a full second.] The nymph gradually returns fully to life. Her shrivelled form fills out slowly before your eyes. Her tummy rounds out into a delightful "pudge" and her thighs and arms swell out until the flesh balloons slightly from between the tightly wound tendrils of her vines. Her breasts, already plainly large even in her pitiful former state, begin to round out and tug at the cluster of broad leaves which gives her the semblance of modesty. The now pastel green flesh of her chest advances outward, bulging and rounding until her tits resemble watermelons in both coloration and size. As she wriggles and moves, the wobbling breasts sway and toss, like the surface of a raging sea, parted in the center by biblical cleavage. "Thank... you..." she says slowly, weighing each word on her tongue like she's only just learning to speak. "Are you alright?" $wife asks gently, stepping up to your side. "I am... now..." the nymph answers, looking over her recovered arms and craning her neck to check the rest of her body. "You were in pretty bad shape there," you say, not knowing what else to add. "I was," she agrees. "It's been so long since I was last given nourishment! I tried to get a hold of that bottle of fertilizer, but I was so weak that my vines could not hold it. I spilled the entire bottle and have been wasting away ever since." "That's awful," $wife gasps. "It truly was," the nymph looks off into the middle distance, wistfully. #####(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!//] Her enormous breasts pulse suddenly, the jiggling flesh stirring to life as a noticeable ripple rips through it, bringing the behemoths to wobbling life. "My word!" the nymph cries out, bringing her hands up and clutching her tits. ####(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!!//] Another pulse sends her rack shuddering once more. This time, you can plainly see that the mounds of light green flesh within her leafy top have grown noticeably, swelling instantly as the pulse jars them. ###(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!!!//] "Aaaiiiieeee!" the third pulse causes her to cry out. "My breasts! They're filling so quickly!" The nymph grabs a few wide leaves in each hand and cautiously peels them downward, exposing two dark green, engorged nipples. You can see rivers of darkened veins running across her tits just beneath the supple skin. She looks like a nursing mother in desperate need of a pumping session. "Agh!" she shouts. "I'm producing so much nectar! What's happening?!" "Ahem," $wife clears her throat, elbows you, and jerks her head toward the nymph. You can take the hint. "I'm so sorry," you apologize. "I... uh... may have used too much fertilizer..." "Whaaaa?" she cries in disbelief. "How much did you use?" "Um..." you look down at the empty jug in your hand. "A third of a jug?" "Eeeep!" she reaches up and clasps each of her hands over a monstrously disdended nipple. "That fertilizer gives my nectar production an extra boost. It's what restored me so quickly. But I... I don't think I can hold all of the nectar I'm producing from that whole bottle." "I'm so sorry," you apologize again, trying to hide how incredibly turned on you're getting. "It's fine," the nymph reassures. "I just..." ##(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!!!!//] "Aaaaiiiiiieeeeee! I can't hold it in!" she shrieks as her breasts bubble out once more and a sudden spurt of viscous, amber liquid shoots from between her fingers. "Aaagh! Don't look! I'm leaking nectar!" You and $wife avert your eyes, but you can feel an immense gravitational pull on your gaze from her planetoid sized breasts. Looking from floor to $wife (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[to $wife's tits ]to the shelves of dried plants and back to the floor, you feel your loins boil as the nymph grunts and moans. You glance at $wife's face and see she is visibly flustered. She's having difficulties with the sounds as well. Finally, you can take no more and you sneak a peek at the nymph. What you see is the shapely plant-woman bent over her pot, hands braced against the edges. Her enormous, naked breasts dangle over the side, wobbling as a small number of vines have uncoiled from her arms and legs and moved to massage and "milk" her swollen teats. From each thimble-sized nipple, a sticky, flowing trickle of the honey-like nectar dribbles down, pooling in the floor at the base of the pot. "Hnnnnng," the nymph grunts sensually as she continues to empty herself with an desperate ferver. Before she can catch you looking, you turn back away. Several more minutes go by, but finally she has mostly ceased with the noises and says, "Okay, it seems to have finally stopped." You turn back to find that she has replaced the leaf-top that she had been wearing. Her breasts have also reverted to their "normal" enormous size. She "stands" there, shyly looking away from you both. "Sorry about that," she says, pulling herself back to the here and now. "No, I'm sorry," you say, keenly aware that you caused her "predicament." "It's of no consequence," she reassures you. "You were only trying to help. Thankfully it was reasonably quick to fix it." She glances back at you from the corner of her eye. You get the distinct impression that she is aware that you were watching for a bit. She seems unbothered by that fact. "I'm being incredibly rude!" she suddenly snaps, "I should introduce myself. My name is Meloni. I'm a harvest nymph. And who may I thank for the honor of restoring me?" "I'm $player," you say, giving a slight nod/bow. "And I'm $wife," your wife introduces herself. "Thank you so very much, $player and $wife," Meloni says with much appreciation in her tone. "We're just glad you're okay," $wife says. (button:)[[["Absolutely."|Nymph]]]

(set: $nymphRevived to true)(set: $metNymph to true)(set: $inventory to it - (ds: "formulae"))You step up to the pot and pull the glass vials from your pocket. You pull the cork from the first vial: "Bust Up Mk. 2" With a quick tip, you begin to pour the liquid onto the soil, but $wife stops you with a quick interjection. "Are you sure we should be dumping random potions or formulas or whatever on her?" (if: (history:) does not contain "Diary 6")["It's a long shot, sure," you admit before adding, "I figured it couldn't hurt."](else:)["Miss VanBusen's diary mentioned that she was able to create a few concentrated growth formulae from the nymph's nectar," you explain. "That's got to be what these are. I figure if it was made from her own nutrients, maybe it'll work to add some nutrients back."] "Here's hoping," $wife says, making a point of crossing her fingers. You give her a smile and turn the bottles upside down, pouring the entirety of their contents into the dusty soil in the pot. "Holy shit!" $wife exclaims. "I didn't know you were going to dump all of them! Are you sure that's wise?" "I mean, she's in pretty dire shape," you say. "I figured it was best to not be stingy." Immediately, the dried out form in the pot begins to twitch and writhe like a tree branch in a strong gust. Her arms bend and sway, a creaking, cracking sound accompanying the movement. The withered vine that stretches across the room begins to retract and coil around her arm, becoming gradually more loose and pliable with every passing second. "Whaaaa..." an arid rasp escapes the nymph's mouth as her head turns to look up at you. You can already see a bit of light green hue filling in her cheeks, and her flower petal hair, lips, and eyelids are starting to turn a bright pink color. "It's working!" $wife shouts excitedly. She's so thrilled that she's practically bouncing in place. (if: $wifeBust >= 1 and $takeBra is false)[Her newly grown chest bounces about a quarter second behind her.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 1 and $takeBra is true)[Her swollen chest bobs weightlessly in front of her, resting on the strange hoverbra, lagging behind the rest of her body's motion by about a full second.] The nymph gradually returns fully to life. Her shrivelled form fills out slowly before your eyes. Her tummy rounds out into a delightful "pudge" and her thighs and arms swell out until the flesh balloons slightly from between the tightly wound tendrils of her vines. Her breasts, already plainly large even in her pitiful former state, begin to round out and tug at the cluster of broad leaves which gives her the semblance of modesty. The now pastel green flesh of her chest advances outward, bulging and rounding until her tits resemble watermelons in both coloration and size. As she wriggles and moves, the wobbling breasts sway and toss, like the surface of a raging sea, parted in the center by biblical cleavage. "Thank... you..." she says slowly, weighing each word on her tongue like she's only just learning to speak. "Are you alright?" $wife asks gently, stepping up to your side. "I am... now..." the nymph answers, looking over her recovered arms and craning her neck to check the rest of her body. "You were in pretty bad shape there," you say, not knowing what else to add. "I was," she agrees. "It's been so long since I was last given nourishment! I tried to get a hold of that bottle of fertilizer, but I was so weak that my vines could not hold it. I spilled the entire bottle and have been wasting away ever since." "That's awful," $wife gasps. "It truly was," the nymph looks off into the middle distance, wistfully. #####(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!//] Her enormous breasts pulse suddenly, the jiggling flesh stirring to life as a noticeable ripple rips through it, bringing the behemoths to wobbling life. "My word!" the nymph cries out, bringing her hands up and clutching her tits. ####(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!!//] Another pulse sends her rack shuddering once more. This time, you can plainly see that the mounds of light green flesh within her leafy top have grown noticeably, swelling instantly as the pulse jars them. ###(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!!!//] "Aaaiiiieeee!" the third pulse causes her to cry out. "My breasts! They're filling so quickly!" The nymph grabs a few wide leaves in each hand and cautiously peels them downward, exposing two dark green, engorged nipples. You can see rivers of darkened veins running across her tits just beneath the supple skin. She looks like a nursing mother in desperate need of a pumping session. "Agh!" she shouts. "I'm producing so much nectar! What's happening?!" "Ahem," $wife clears her throat, elbows you, and jerks her head toward the nymph. You can take the hint. "I'm so sorry," you apologize. "I... uh... may given you a bunch of Miss VanBusen's growth formulae." "Whaaaa?" she cries in disbelief. "How much did you use?" "Um..." you look down at the empty glass bottles in your hand and hold them up for her to see. "Eeeep!" she reaches up and clasps each of her hands over a monstrously disdended nipple. "Those were derived from concentrating the growth nutrients in my nectar. All of them at once would cause a huge boost to my production. I don't know if I'll be able to handle that much!" "I'm so sorry," you apologize again, trying to hide how incredibly turned on you're getting. "It's fine," the nymph reassures. "I just..." ##(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!!!!//] "Aaaaiiiiiieeeeee! I can't hold it in!" she shrieks as her breasts bubble out once more and a sudden spurt of viscous, amber liquid shoots from between her fingers. "Aaagh! Don't look! I'm leaking nectar!" You and $wife avert your eyes, but you can feel an immense gravitational pull on your gaze from her planetoid sized breasts. Looking from floor to $wife (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[to $wife's tits ]to the shelves of dried plants and back to the floor, you feel your loins boil as the nymph grunts and moans. You glance at $wife's face and see she is visibly flustered. She's having difficulties with the sounds as well. Finally, you can take no more and you sneak a peek at the nymph. What you see is the shapely plant-woman bent over her pot, hands braced against the edges. Her enormous, naked breasts dangle over the side, wobbling as a small number of vines have uncoiled from her arms and legs and moved to massage and "milk" her swollen teats. From each thimble-sized nipple, a sticky, flowing trickle of the honey-like nectar dribbles down, pooling in the floor at the base of the pot. "Hnnnnng," the nymph grunts sensually as she continues to empty herself with an desperate ferver. Before she can catch you looking, you turn back away. Several more minutes go by, but finally she has mostly ceased with the noises and says, "Okay, it seems to have finally stopped." You turn back to find that she has replaced the leaf-top that she had been wearing. Her breasts have also reverted to their "normal" enormous size. She "stands" there, shyly looking away from you both. "Sorry about that," she says, pulling herself back to the here and now. "No, I'm sorry," you say, keenly aware that you caused her "predicament." "It's of no consequence," she reassures you. "You were only trying to help. Thankfully it was reasonably quick to fix it." She glances back at you from the corner of her eye. You get the distinct impression that she is aware that you were watching for a bit. She seems unbothered by that fact. "I'm being incredibly rude!" she suddenly snaps, "I should introduce myself. My name is Meloni. I'm a harvest nymph. And who may I thank for the honor of restoring me?" "I'm $player," you say, giving a slight nod/bow. "And I'm $wife," your wife introduces herself. "Thank you so very much, $player and $wife," Meloni says with much appreciation in her tone. "We're just glad you're okay," $wife says. (button:)[[["Absolutely."|Nymph]]]

(set: $nymphRevived to true)(set: $metNymph to true)(set: $inventory to it - (ds: "formulae"))(set: $inventory to it - (ds: "fertilizer"))You step up to the pot and unscrew the cap from the bottle of fertilizer you got from the garage. You take a moment to read the dosage instructions as $wife holds the flashlight steady for you. //Add 1/4 cup of concentrated fertilizer to 1 gallon of water. Spray generously over planted area. Do not apply more than one batch of fertilizer per 100 square foot area per 3 days.// "Not sure those directions apply to practically dead nymphs," $wife says with a shrug. (if: (history:) does not contain "Diary 10")["True," you agree. "We honestly don't even know if this would work or if she even can be revived at this point. I just feel so bad for her."](else:)["True," you agree. "But the diary did say that this is the stuff that helped her the last time she was in bad shape. I really hope it does the trick this time. I feel so bad for the poor thing."] "Me too," $wife says. Then she adds confidently, "It'll work. I can feel it." "Maybe we should add some insurance," you say, retrieving the sitting room cabinet's bottles of odd formulae from your pocket. "What are you gonna do with those?" $wife asks nervously. { (if: (history:) contains "Diary 6")["The diary in the other room //did// mention some growth formulae derived from the nymph's nectar. These have to be them, right?" "Probably," $wife concedes. "Well, I figure if these were derived from her nectar, maybe they'll help her now." $wife just sighs before saying, "I guess she's got nothing to lose." ] (else:)[I figure we may as well try anything we can. Can't hurt, right?" $wife shrugs. "Guess not..." ] } You give her a hopeful smile and uncork the small vials one after the other, dumping them into the bottle of Luscious Harvest fertilizer before giving the whole thing a gentle whirl to really mix the contents. You then upend the bottle, tipping the entirety of its contents into the nymph's pot. "Holy shit!" $wife exclaims. "I didn't know you were going to dump the whole damn thing! Are you sure that's wise?" "I mean, she's in pretty dire shape," you say. "I figured it was best to not be stingy." Immediately, the dried out form in the pot begins to twitch and writhe like a tree branch in a strong gust. Her arms bend and sway, a creaking, cracking sound accompanying the movement. The withered vine that stretches across the room begins to retract and coil around her arm, becoming gradually more loose and pliable with every passing second. "Whaaaa..." an arid rasp escapes the nymph's mouth as her head turns to look up at you. You can already see a bit of light green hue filling in her cheeks, and her flower petal hair, lips, and eyelids are starting to turn a bright pink color. "It's working!" $wife shouts excitedly. She's so thrilled that she's practically bouncing in place. (if: $wifeBust >= 1 and $takeBra is false)[Her newly grown chest bounces about a quarter second behind her.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 1 and $takeBra is true)[Her swollen chest bobs weightlessly in front of her, resting on the strange hoverbra, lagging behind the rest of her body's motion by about a full second.] The nymph gradually returns fully to life. Her shrivelled form fills out slowly before your eyes. Her tummy rounds out into a delightful "pudge" and her thighs and arms swell out until the flesh balloons slightly from between the tightly wound tendrils of her vines. Her breasts, already plainly large even in her pitiful former state, begin to round out and tug at the cluster of broad leaves which gives her the semblance of modesty. The now pastel green flesh of her chest advances outward, bulging and rounding until her tits resemble watermelons in both coloration and size. As she wriggles and moves, the wobbling breasts sway and toss, like the surface of a raging sea, parted in the center by biblical cleavage. "Thank... you..." she says slowly, weighing each word on her tongue like she's only just learning to speak. "Are you alright?" $wife asks gently, stepping up to your side. "I am... now..." the nymph answers, looking over her recovered arms and craning her neck to check the rest of her body. "You were in pretty bad shape there," you say, not knowing what else to add. "I was," she agrees. "It's been so long since I was last given nourishment! I tried to get a hold of that bottle of fertilizer, but I was so weak that my vines could not hold it. I spilled the entire bottle and have been wasting away ever since." "That's awful," $wife gasps. "It truly was," the nymph looks off into the middle distance, wistfully. #####(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!//] Her enormous breasts pulse suddenly, the jiggling flesh stirring to life as a noticeable ripple rips through it, bringing the behemoths to wobbling life. "My word!" the nymph cries out, bringing her hands up and clutching her tits. ####(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!!//] Another pulse sends her rack shuddering once more. This time, you can plainly see that the mounds of light green flesh within her leafy top have grown noticeably, swelling instantly as the pulse jars them. ###(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!!!//] "Aaaiiiieeee!" the third pulse causes her to cry out. "My breasts! They're filling so quickly!" The nymph grabs a few wide leaves in each hand and cautiously peels them downward, exposing two dark green, engorged nipples. You can see rivers of darkened veins running across her tits just beneath the supple skin. She looks like a nursing mother in desperate need of a pumping session. "Agh!" she shouts. "I'm producing so much nectar! What's happening?!" "Ahem," $wife clears her throat, elbows you, and jerks her head toward the nymph. You can take the hint. "I'm so sorry," you apologize. "I... uh... may have used too much fertilizer..." "And..." $wife prods. "And several bottles from the sitting room downstairs..." you add sheepishly. "Whaaaa?" she cries in disbelief. "How much did you use?" "Um..." you look down at the empty jug in your hand. "A third of a jug? Plus, three bottles from the cabinet." "Eeeep!" she reaches up and clasps each of her hands over a monstrously disdended nipple. "That fertilizer gives my nectar production an extra boost. It's what restored me so quickly. And thos formulae are concentrated from my own nectar. They would combine to create an insanely powerful restorative effect, as well as amplify my nectar production immensely. But I... I don't think I can handle all of the nectar I'm producing from all of that!" "I'm so sorry," you apologize again, trying to hide how incredibly turned on you're getting. "It's fine," the nymph reassures. "I just..." ##(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!!!!//] "Aaaaiiiiiieeeeee! I can't hold it in!" she shrieks as her breasts bubble out once more and a sudden spurt of viscous, amber liquid shoots from between her fingers. "Aaagh! Don't look! I'm leaking nectar!" You and $wife avert your eyes, but you can feel an immense gravitational pull on your gaze from her planetoid sized breasts. Looking from floor to $wife (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[to $wife's tits ]to the shelves of dried plants and back to the floor, you feel your loins boil as the nymph grunts and moans. You glance at $wife's face and see she is visibly flustered. She's having difficulties with the sounds as well. Finally, you can take no more and you sneak a peek at the nymph. What you see is the shapely plant-woman bent over her pot, hands braced against the edges. Her enormous, naked breasts dangle over the side, wobbling as a small number of vines have uncoiled from her arms and legs and moved to massage and "milk" her swollen teats. From each thimble-sized nipple, a sticky, flowing trickle of the honey-like nectar dribbles down, pooling in the floor at the base of the pot. "Hnnnnng," the nymph grunts sensually as she continues to empty herself with an desperate ferver. Before she can catch you looking, you turn back away. A few moments later, as you and $wife are closely inspecting a particularly uninteresting dried leaf on the floor near your foot, you hear it again. #(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!!!!//] And then again, immediately afterward. #(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!!!!//] And again. #(text-style: "buoy")[//BWOMP!!!!//] "I can't..." the nymph howls out, "I CAN'T HOLD BACK! IT'S TOO MUCH NECTAR!! HELP ME!! PLEEEEAAAAASSSSEEE!!!" You whip your head around to look at the nymph, and you're utterly unprepared for the sight before your eyes. The nymph is fully prone atop the soil in her pot, with two gargantuan green beanbag chairs beneath her that were at one time her breasts. Each one is jiggling excessively as she writhes atop them, struggling to reach her arms down to her softball sized nipples which themselves lie in the centers of dinner plate areolas. Her vines are stroking and pulling furiously at each of the massive teats, but the twin torrents of thick nectar are flowing faster and faster as her breasts continue to wobble outward, still expanding before your eyes. "Just had to 'add some insurance,' huh?" $wife snips at you, her eyes not tearing away from the insanity before you both. "I had no idea //this// would happen to her!" you shout back over the nymph's cries. "Who would expect this?!" //Though you might've dreamt it, at some point...// "We've gotta give her a hand!" $wife says, stepping over to one of the huge mounds of breast, moving carefully as she steps around the pools of nectar in the floor. You follow her lead and make your way over to the other incredible breast. Brief visions flash before your eyes of $wife with a pair of breasts this size, immobile and beckoning for you to dive into her cleavage... but you shake the vision away, refocusing on the crisis at hand. "Please, help me extract the nectar!" the nymph says, craning her neck to look up at each of you in turn, a look of helplessness on her face. Needing no further encouragement, you lunge forward and wrap both of your hands around the soft, squishy cylinder of a nipple just before your waist. You feel yourself shudder as you grip the supple flesh and a fresh gush of nectar issues forth, very nearly hitting your shins as it plops down wetly onto the floor. Undeterred, you lean in and keep massaging and tugging at the thing with all your might, wondering at how you've ended up in a bizarre dreamworld over the span of a few hours tonight. "I've got mine really flowing over here," $wife calls to you from the other side of the twin peaks after several //very// long minutes of working at the nectar flows. You glance up from your work to see her bent over, (if: $wifeBust > 2 and not $takeBra)[her enormous, pendulous, nude breasts swaying to and fro from the exertion of "milking" the nymph's huge nipple](else-if: $wifeBust > 2)[her own huge breasts bobbing gently back and forth in the hovering, glowing cups of the strange anti-gravity bra](else-if: $wifeBust >= 1)[her own newly grown breasts wobbling and bouncing in the confines of her top, eager to break free](else:)[her own breasts looking far smaller than normal in comparison to the behemoths before you]. "Thank you so much for the help," the nymph emphasizes. "I had no idea I could even produce this much nectar! I think I can almost handle it from here using my vines." "Not a problem!" you tell her, longing to keep up the odd milking session. "After all, we caused the issue. It's the least we could do." You also //quite// enjoyed yourself grappling with a breast almost as big as your entire body. "Hey!" $wife objects. "Just what do you mean by '//we// caused the problem'? As I recall it was--" At that moment, a massive spurt of nectar arcs up and splatters $wife right in the mouth. "Aaaughh! Plegh! Blugh!" she sputters, releasing her giant nipple to wipe the stuff from her mouth and face. "I am so sorry!" the nymph cries out. "It's... okay," $wife says, trying to regain some composure. It's more that it caught me off guard. It actually tastes good. //Really// good. And so sweet." You catch her licking her lips a bit. "Thank you," the nymph replies. "I'm glad you enjoy it. Though I fear its usual properties may be amplified by the amount of fertilizer and the formulae you administered..." "Usual properties?" $wife asks. "Yes," replies the nymph, "my nectar has incredible breast growth properties. It's the primary reason Miss VanBusen invited me to live here." "So, from ingesting a small amount like that..." you start to ask. "With my current state, I would assume even that small amount would lead to significant growth..." "When you say 'significant'..." $wife begins, but she's already stepping back from the nymph's pot and looking down at her chest. She's starting to feel something. You look from $wife to the nymph, whose own overly grown breasts are even now shrinking noticeably as she wrings the last bits of nectar from her streaming nipples. "I... I think it's starting..." $wife says, backing away a bit more. { (set: $wifeBust to it + 1) (if: $wifeBust is 1)[(display: "Grow 1")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 2)[(display: "Grow 2")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 3)[(display: "Grow 3")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is false)[(display: "Grow 4")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is true)[(display: "Grow 4 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is false)[(display: "Grow 5")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is true)[(display: "Grow 5 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is false)[(display: "Grow 6")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is true)[(display: "Grow 6 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is false)[(display: "Grow 7")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is true)[(display: "Grow 7 repeat")] } {(if: $wifeBust is 1)[You pull yourself out of the fantasy. "That didn't seem so bad..."](else-if: $wifeBust is 2)["That didn't seem any worse than before..."](else:)["Honestly, that didn't seem any worse than the last couple times..."] you say.} "It really wasn't," $wife agrees before adding, "...but I don't think it's done, yet..." { (set: $wifeBust to it + 1) (if: $wifeBust is 1)[(display: "Grow 1")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 2)[(display: "Grow 2")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 3)[(display: "Grow 3")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is false)[(display: "Grow 4")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is true)[(display: "Grow 4 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is false)[(display: "Grow 5")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is true)[(display: "Grow 5 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is false)[(display: "Grow 6")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is true)[(display: "Grow 6 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is false)[(display: "Grow 7")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is true)[(display: "Grow 7 repeat")] } You look her up and down for a good while, taking in the extent of the enhancements to her figure. "Okay, yeah, that was a good amount of growth," you admit, trying desperately to resist the urges fighting one another for conrol of your body. //Not the time//, you think to yourself, not sure you believe it. "As I said," the nymph adds, now able to bring herself and her massive breasts to a standing position, "the effects have been amplified." She seems to have done quite a bit of nectar extraction while you and $wife have been preoccupied with her growth. "You were certainly right about that," $wife tells her. "In fact-- uh oh..." "Uh oh?" you ask. "Uh oh," $wife repeats. { (set: $wifeBust to it + 1) (if: $wifeBust is 1)[(display: "Grow 1")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 2)[(display: "Grow 2")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 3)[(display: "Grow 3")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is false)[(display: "Grow 4")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is true)[(display: "Grow 4 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is false)[(display: "Grow 5")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is true)[(display: "Grow 5 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is false)[(display: "Grow 6")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is true)[(display: "Grow 6 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is false)[(display: "Grow 7")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is true)[(display: "Grow 7 repeat")] } Silence hangs in the air for a moment until you break it. "Do..." you stammer, "do you think that's the last of the growth?" You honestly aren't certain which answer you're hoping for. $wife takes stock of herself for a tense minute before saying, "I //think// that's all of it..." "I would once more just like to apologize for that," the nymph says to $wife. You both start at the sudden reminder that you're not the only ones in the room. You turn back to find that the nymph has replaced the leaf-top that she had been wearing. Her breasts have also reverted to their "normal" enormous size. She "stands" there, shyly looking away from you both. "Don't worry about it," $wife says, wobbling her increased breasts back and forth as they jiggle violently. You steel yourself, reaching deep inside for the strength to not just dive into her cleavage. "Really," $wife reassures the nymph. "It's fine. I'm just glad you're okay now." "Oh no! I'm being incredibly rude!" the nymph suddenly snaps, "With all of the fuss about my nectar and your growth, I neglected to introduce myself. My name is Meloni. I'm a harvest nymph. And who may I thank for the honor of restoring me?" "I feel like we're already on fairly intimate terms, but I'm $player," you say, giving a slight nod/bow. "And I'm $wife," your wife introduces herself. "Thank you so very much, $player and $wife," Meloni says with much appreciation in her tone. "It was nothing," $wife says distractedly. She is busy poking and cupping at her enhanced chest. (button:)[[["Yeah, we're happy to help... really."|Nymph]]]

"You know..." you say cautiously, picking your words very carefully. "That idol's inscription //did// mention feeding in lean times. It's possible that the milk in your..." You gesture toward $wife's engorged chest and trail off, lost in your own thoughts about her newly grown assets. "What?!" It's not a question. She definitely got the idea. "Look," she lays in sternly, "my boobs growing has honestly been kinda fun... and more than a little bit of a turn on. I'm still figuring out some things about myself that I didn't really know before we came to this crazy place." She's rambling a bit at this point, her chest jiggling and jumping as she waves her arms in the air animatedly, the flashlight's beam flailing wildly around the conservatory. "I've definitely wouldn't have ever read the obviously cursed writing on a creepy golden idol before coming here. Being surrounded by tons of massive boobs has apparently done things to my logical processing faculties, or some shit. I don't know." You fight to maintain focus on her words as your attention is continually pulled lower (if: $wifeBust >= 3)[directly into her ravine of exposed cleavage.](else:)[toward her heavy, heaving bosom.] "But, $player, I draw the line at breastfeeding a dead, or //mostly// dead plant lady in the creepy abandoned conservatory." You stare for a second before saying, "I was meaning more like you should see if you can drip some milk onto the soil. Not so much //breastfeeding//..." "Oh," $wife replies. "Yeah that makes more sense... Maybe all the boobs //are// starting to scramble my brain." You shrug. //Maybe//, you don't dare say aloud. "Fine," she snaps. She steps over to the pot and eases herself down to sit on the edge, leaning out over the arid soil. You give her a supportive double thumbs up as she looks over for reassurance. She hands you the flahslight and(if: $wifeBust < 3)[ unbottons her already strained top and] hefts a huge breast(if: $wifeBust >= 3)[ using both hands and a bit of effort]. She carefully massages the mammary, pinching and pulling at her puffy nipple a bit. You feel yourself lick your abnormally dry lips. After several moments of no lactation, you are just about to offer to suckle in an attempt to get some flow. Then, it happens. A few droplets of milk seep out of her nipple. "Oh, god, that is such a feeling of relief!" $wife says, starting a bit as she evidently spoke more loudly than intended. You smile at her, pushing down your disappointment that you didn't get to do any suckling. //Later//, you tell yourself, //hopefully//. "Oh..." she adds with a troubled tone in her voice, "I think it's about to //really// start..." At that very moment, the few dribbles of pearly white liquid erupt in a forceful spray of dozens of streams. The milk arcs from her nipple, through the air, and onto the soil in the nymph's pot. "Um..." you point out, "your other nipple is going now." $wife looks down at her other breast, where a similar font of lactose is gushing outward onto the floor of the conservatory. "I... can't stop it," she says, a quiver in her voice. "The let down feels //SOOOOO// good!" She bites her lip and closes her eyes as she continues to spray forth for several minutes. At last the torrent subsides and the spray regresses back to a dribble. "That was... so hot," you say emphatically(if: $wifeBust < 3)[, as she struggles to button her top back.](else:)[, as she stands up and uses a dangling corner of her top to wipe herself dry.] "Gotta say," she says to you, placing a hand on your shoulder and taking back the flashlight, "starting to get the lactation appeal." You smile tenderly at her. She smiles back. "So, I guess we wait?" she asks. "Guess so," you say. "Hopefully, it works." About ten minutes of awkward waiting indicates that it didn't work. Or it'll take way longer or way more milk. Either way, nothing happens. "Well," you say, "it was worth a shot." "I guess," $wife says. (if: $inventory contains "fertilizer")["But maybe we should try the actual fertilizer we picked up?"](else:)["But maybe we should try something a little less... fetishy?"] (button:)[[["Probably."|Nymph]]]

You ask Meloni for any information she can give you about this Countess. "You wish to know more about the Countess?" she confirms, a bit apprehensive. (set: $ghostWarned to true)(if: $wifeMood is "scared")[(set: $wifeMood to "happy")]"From what we gather, she was someone of great importance. A relative of the lady of the manor?" $wife nudges. "Oh yes, quite," the nymph confirms. "Countess Arana Von Busen is a grand ancestor of Lady VanBusen's. She was the matriarch of the family who first amassed the great fortune that the VanBusen's have used to construct this manor and live on for a century." "Wait," you say, catching something the nymph said. "You said it's 'Countess Von Busen,' yet the lady of this manor is 'Miss VanBusen.' If they're directly related, why the difference in name." "I believe the discrepancy is due to Lady VanBusen's grandparents. She once mentioned their immigration to the United States when they were newlyweds. Perhaps the name was changed upon immigration?" "Wouldn't be the first time, for sure," $wife confirms. "Happened with my great-grandparents when they came here." "You never told me..." you trail off, turning back to the nymph. "Sorry, not the point. You were saying?" "Yes," she resumes her tale, crossing her arms and compressing her huge breasts, causing them to bulge upward quite noticeably. "The Countess was an inventor of great renown in the early nineteenth century. She was most famous for her device that used the new technology of electricity to increase the size of a woman's bust." "Of course," $wife says, rolling her eyes. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[You make a point of looking down at her own larger tits before making eye contact. She looks away quickly.] "Early nineteenth century," you muse, pushing past $wife's comment. "Long time ago..." "Is it?" Meloni asks, surprised, "I'm still attempting to learn more about human lifespans. I do not think of the 1800s as all that long ago." "You're over 200 years old?!" you blurt out. "In actuality, I am 873 years old. I know I don't look it. The other nymphs tell me so frequently. In another century, I'll be approaching middle age. Thinking on that feels unreal..." "Yeah, unreal..." $wife agrees. You shake off the odd sensation this talk of centuries has brought on. "Anyway," you say to the nymph, "the Countess was an inventor who made boobs bigger?" "Correct," she continues. "She was held in high esteem by her country's high society, but then she became obsessed with increasing her bust. She would use her device more and more in an attempt to gain the largest breasts in the world. She drove away her husband and children. She was ostracized by the aristocracy and forced to leave her home. Her children used the family fortune to eventually send their own children away. Her decendants disavowed her and eventually fled to this country. The Countess was put out of thought and forgotten." "That's so sad. All that over boobs?" $wife says, tears welling in her eyes. "Yeah..." you say, trying to avoid uttering the phrase //I get it//. "It was quite sad," Meloni agrees. "The Countess was forgotten until the lady learned of her accomplishments and sought to recreate her invention. She used a seance to call forth her ancestor's spirit, but the Countess had grown evil and twisted, devoured by her own lust and greed for enormous breasts. She possessed the lady, but was eventually driven out by a wish from the devil kept by Lady VanBusen." { (if: not $devilWarned)["I'm sorry, did you just say //devil//?!" you and $wife demand in unison. "Yes," Meloni confirms, nonchalant. "The devil whom she keeps in the library downstairs. I'm afraid she did not speak of her much to me. I only know that much." You can feel your sanity sliding out of your ear. $wife's expression indicates that she feels much the same. "I see," you say calmly. "Carry on, then." $wife nods. (set: $devilWarned to true) ] (else-if: $metDevil)[\ "So that's where Lu-er, the devil... comes in," $wife says. "Yes," Meloni confirms. "That is correct. Though I'm afraid the lady did not speak of her much to me..." "We've already met," you say. "She's... interesting." The devil's chained chest flashes across your mind for a moment. "Anyway," $wife urges, "you were saying?" ] (else:)[\ "Yeah, we've seen other references to this devil," $wife says, her voice a bit shaky. "Go on." ] } "Yes," Meloni says. "The devil was able to help the lady drive out the Countess's spirit and imprison her in the room down the hall. The door was boarded to prevent anyone from disturbing the spirit or breaking the seal that keeps her in place." (if: (history:) contains "Hallway 2Fb")["That explains the creepy door," you say to $wife.](else:)["Let's keep an eye out for boarded doors that we definitely shouldn't open," you say to $wife.] "Yeah, let's not open that door," she says. "I don't know if I really believe in ghosts, but I'm not looking to find out." "Yeah," you agree. You turn back to the nymph. "Thanks for the info on the Countess," you say to her. "Of course," she beams. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" (button:)[[["Not right now. Thanks."|Conservatory]]] { (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph convo self")[(button:)[[["Tell us about yourself."|Nymph convo self]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about Lady VanBusen?"|Nymph convo master]]]] }

"The lady of this manor is Miss Lilith VanBusen," (set: $nameKnown to true)Meloni launches into explanation. She seems so eager to chat that she is literally bouncing with excitement, which is, of course, leading to more exciting bouncing. You try to focus on her face. "Lady VanBusen has been solely focused on duplicating the work of her late ancestor, the Countess. She was nineteen when her parents sadly died, and after discovering long lost documents and writings about the Countess, the young lady set to work searching for ways to increase her own bust permanently, as her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother (at least I believe that's the proper title for the human relation) once did." The nymph stops for a breath for a moment before continuing. "Well," you say, (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[taking in the full roundness of $wife's new rack](else:)[thinking back to Kirsten's oversized chest], "she certainly succeeded." "Sadly, that is not so. She certainly has succeeded in discovering numerous methods for increasing human busts, but they are all temporary, wearing off or diminishing within days. She seeks permanent enhancement." "Ah," you mutter. "I see." "Poor Lilith felt so maligned by the fact that she was always flat-chested," Meloni continues, "despite her family's women having been historically quite well endowed for humans." You're certain that Meloni intentionally caused her enormous green breasts to wobble wildly after that comment. "So she was just trying to live up to some ideal that she'd formed in her mind," $wife says, making sense of it all. "That is not incorrect," the nymph replies, "though, it is also true that many of the Countess's writings spoke quite ill of the 'small' or 'insignificant' or 'unremarkable' women around her. It is my belief that these writings fed into Miss VanBusen's own self-doubt, creating a compulsion to grow her chest." "That certainly lines up with all the boobs we've seen around this place," you say. "(if: (history:) contains "Journal 14")[Not to mention everything in her journal... ]She must have nearly gone mad to read her own ancestor's feelings about her body type." "It was always a sore subject with the lady, yes," Meloni confirms. "She often hosted elaborate parties to woo other humans in an effort to reaffirm her desired level of attractiveness. She was frequently successful." "So you're saying she had massive orgies to boost her confidence?" you ask to check your understanding. "Correct," the nymph confirms. { (if: not $doctorFateKnown)[\ "Yeesh," $wife says. "That explains the decor, but what about her going missing?" "I cannot say what happened in that regard," Meloni says, sorrow creeping into her tone. "I fear that the Countess may have had something to do with the disappearance. I know that Lady VanBusen was excited to finish a new invention in her laboratory in the basement, but she seemingly went down there and never returned..." The nymph trails off, a look of sadness drawing her face. "Maybe we can find out what happened," you say excitedly, trying to cheer her up. "How do we get to this lab?" Meloni looks a bit more chipper at your willingness to help. "All I know is that there is an access elevator in the hallway outside this room. I'm sorry, but I've never been away from my pot..." "We're on it!" $wife says with a bit of energy. ] (else:)[\ "Yeesh," $wife says. "That explains the decor." "Yep," you agree, thinking back to all the "decor." Meloni has trailed off, a look of sadness drawing her face. She seems upset at the thoughts of her missing master. You think it's best to not discuss it anymore. ] } (button:)[[[Leave Meloni alone|Conservatory]]] { (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph convo Countess")[(button:)[[["Can you tell us more about the Countess?|Nymph convo Countess]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph convo self")[(button:)[[["Tell us more about yourself, Meloni."|Nymph convo self]]]] }

Meloni's eyes light up. "You wish to learn about me?" she questions. She seems genuinely shocked and a bit flustered that you care. "Sure," $wife agrees. "We don't meet many... harvest nymphs." "Ah, I see," Meloni seems to understand. "You must see more wood nymphs in your daily life." "...Yeah," you say before adding, "Except we're more familiar with, y'know... //none// of the various nymphs." You can't believe you just said those words. It's a weird night. "Am I your first?!" Meloni shrieks. "Well," you say, clearing your throat, "I wouldn't use those words, exactly, but yeah. We've never met a nymph before." "Oh my!" Meloni says, her cheeks going from pastel green to vaguely pinkish. She's blushing. "Well," she continues, "in that case, I guess I can start by explaining the various variety of nymphs and their roles in overseeing the harmony of the wondrous--" "We were actually a bit more curious about how you ended up //here//," $wife interjects softly, "And why..." "Oh," the nymph says, deflated. "No offense," you attempt to ease her disappointment. "We just know that nobody has been seen in this place for like four years, and we're kind of curious about what was going on here. We wanted to know your piece of the puzzle, if that makes sense." "I see," Meloni says, perking up a bit. "That does make sense." She stands up straight(if: not $nymphFree)[ in her pot] and adjusts her posture. Her "melons" are suddenly more prominently thrust forward. You will yourself not to notice, but find it incredibly difficult. "Miss VanBusen stumbled across me some years ago while on an expedition in what you call the Amazon Rainforest. There, I was seeing to the plentiful harvest of several local tribes. Or, I had been, but recent deforestation had already forced many of them from the land. I was left aimless, biding my time in the jungle. I feared that I would soon fall victim to the same deforestation, as I was unable to uproot myself and flee. (if: $nymphFree)[There were no kind strangers or devil wishes to give myself legs.]" She seems a bit morose but quickly regains her composure. "When Lady VanBusen found me, she was immediately interested in the abilities of my nectar. She asked me many questions about its properties. She was especially eager to learn of its effects on humans. I had never witnessed a human drink my nectar, however. Therefore, I was unable to provide her with the answers she sought." "I think we see where this is going," $wife says. "She asked to test the effects on herself, a request to which I did eventually acquiesce. She had such small fruits--er, breasts. But after she drank of my nectar, she saw immediate growth." (if: (history:) contains "Nymph revival 5")["I can imagine," $wife says sarcastically.](else:)["I see," you say, picturing the entire thing with awe.] "The lady was so very excited about my nectar's effects that she invited me to live here in her home. She would periodically harvest my nectar to create her formulae and inhance her bust. She and her maids have seen to my needs since then, excepting the recent stretch of... you said it's been four years?" "Yeah, no one has seen any activity in at least that long," you answer. "Oh my," the nymph seems suddenly very morose. "I fear that something has happened to Lady VanBusen. Perhaps the Countess is to blame..." (button:)[[[That's enough questions for now|Conservatory]]] { (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph convo Countess")[(button:)[[[Ask about the Countess|Nymph convo Countess]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Nymph convo master")[(button:)[[[Ask for more information on Lady VanBusen|Nymph convo master]]]] }

"Is that so?" Meloni asks coyly, averting her gaze in false modesty. "//Ahem//," $wife clears her throad loudly and elbows you in the side. "We should //probably// be getting back to Kristen." You clutch your side from the pain of $wife's blow and something in your mind decides to just say //fuck it// and go for broke. "I'm just saying," you begin digging your hole deeper before your brain can catch your mouth, "if Meloni here wants to repay us so badly, perhaps we could all find a fun, //sexy// way to enjoy ourselves..." The words hang heavily in the musty air of the darkened conservatory. $wife gives you a million-yard stare. "You're saying we should have sex with the plant lady?" she clarifies. You know answering is a deadly trap. (if: $wifeBust > 3)["Well, you //have// been getting pretty horny from the breast expansion..." you offer.](else)["Just a suggestion..." you offer in your defense. "Only if you're on board..."] She rolls her eyes. { (if: $wifeBust > 3 and (history:) contains "Use raygun")["Yeah, I'm really fucking horny, but I'd like to point out that //you// are the one who started this whole," she gestures at her enormous, partially exposed chest before emphatically adding, "thing." ] } You stammer a bit, searching for something to say. You knew in your mind that suggesting a three-way with Meloni was going to end badly. Unfortunately, you haven't been listening to your upper head that much since you saw Kristen's wobbling whoppers back at the house. You both stand there in silence for a moment before Meloni interjects. "For what it's worth..." she says timidly, "I would willing to participate in intimate relations with you both. Not just as a thank you, but..." She trails off just before $wife jumps in. "Look, plant girl, you're very sweet, and I'm really happy that we were able to help you out, but this isn't happening..." Meloni looks a bit hurt. "$wife," you call after her as she begins heading back toward the hallway, "it was... a... joke." You're not fully certain that you believe that excuse yourself. What the fuck were you thinking? $wife throws open the door with its stained glass window and exits to the hallway. (if: $inventory does not contain "raygun")["What about the raygun for Kirsten?!" you call after her, making your way to the door.](else:)["$wife!" you call after her, making your own way to the door.] "So... just the two of us?" Meloni says to you as you go to leave the room. Something in your libido tugs at you to stay and get busy with the sexy nymph, but you're able to overpower the horniness and do right by your wife this time. "Sorry," you apologize to Meloni as you head out the door after the waning flashlight glow. "Forget I said anything." "$wife!" you call after your wife as you head back downstairs toward the open front door. //Man//, you think to yourself, //I really miscalculated on that one...// ==><== ##The End

(set: $repeat5 to true)It starts happening again. $wife's breasts surge outward, the perky mounds becoming rounder, even fuller. { (if: $takeBra)[\ The antigravity bra is seeming like an excellent idea at this point as the size of her chest threatens to eclipse her entire torso. Were the twin globes not bobbing buoyantly in front of her, hefted weightlessly by the odd garment, they would certainly be weighing her down significantly. ] (else:)[\ This time, the expansion of her chest threatens to eclipse her entire torso. While still far more firm and perky than any breasts of that size should be, the added volume is pulling her mammaries ever downward so that her bellybutton is now being engulfed by a vertical run of cleavage that divides most of her visible upper body into left and right boob. ] } She seems to be keeping better grasp of her faculties this time. You can see the pleasure playing across her face, but she's at least managing to avoid collapsing into a puddle of pleasure and touching. { (if: $takeBra)[\ "Holy shit!" she exclaims, jumping in place and causing her bobbing breasts to bound about haplessly. "This bra was //such// a great idea! I can feel every bit of the growth: the fullness, the waves of..." She pauses, fighting to maintain her composure before continuing her thought. "... the waves of pleasure, the intense sensation of being filled up... It's all there. But I don't feel the crazy weight of these suckers pulling me down anymore! I can just bounce around all I want!" To prove her point, she prances around in place for a moment. Your eyes follow every tiny movement of her bosom as it bounces, bobs, and wobbles around effortlessly. She's like a living cartoon character, and her proportions are only becoming more unreal before your eyes. ] (else:)[\ "You know," she says, her breathing a bit labored. "These things are starting to get incredibly heavy." "I can believe it," you say, picturing yourself testing their weight by lying directly beneath them, face first. "Seriously," she urges, "you should feel this!" "Sure," you agree with zero further encouragement. You step over and reach out, hefting each of her monumental mammaries, one in each hand. The weight is impressive, certainly. You struggle a bit with the load, wondering quietly how exactly her back is holding up under this ever-growing load. You take a few moments to take in the weight and softness of her breasts, feeling them continue to swell in your palms. You are acutely aware that you cannot keep this up without succumbing to more "//not right now//" urges, so you abruptly release her breasts and take a step back. The sudden loss of support causes her to stumble forward and nearly fall over. ] } "They're... getting..." you fumble for your words, struggling to make your brain and mouth work properly when all they want to do is think about tits and suck on tits. "You're getting //really// big, $wife." "I know," she beams, pressing her breasts together with her forearms and pulling away so that the expanse of flesh ripples and waves even as it billows out further. "I'm getting //huge//!" This level of enthusiasm is a bit unexpected. She's gone from cautious enjoyment to wanton lust and pleasure to outright glee at her growing boobs. Is she becoming a breast expansion enthusiast? "Awww..." she bemoans the sudden stoppage of growth. "I can still go bigger, I think." She stands there with a pair of breasts that are each nearly the size of her torso, (if: $takeBra)[floating weightlessly before her](else:)[hanging down past the top of her pants, even as full and round as they are]. Her poor shirt has officially given up, its pitiful flaps of fabric hanging to each side, window curtains pulled aside to perfectly frame a glorious landscape of two mountain peaks.

(set: $repeat6 to true)At this point, you're only certain that $wife's tits are growing at all by the fact that you can see slightly less of her body and the dimly lit furnishings behind her with each passing moment. You guess when breasts are already big enough to engulf your torso, adding a few extra cup sizes doesn't change things as much as it does at smaller sizes, like F and G cups. You snicker to yourself at the thought of those being "small" sizes. This night is somehow both a fever dream and your absolute paradise. $wife seems to be enjoying the latest growth spurt, a dopey smile on her face as her eyes flicker and threaten to roll back into her head. Though, this time, she's managing to keep her hands off her tits and nethers. It's like she's growing used to the sensation of growth. That thought is somehow as much of a turn-on as watching her rub herself silly. Like she's become one with the boob. { (if: not $takeBra)[\ As her mass of tits swells gradually ever outward, you zero in on her nipples. Her areolas and nipples have been growing proportionally larger with each surge of the night, but this latest bout is causing her nips to grow significantly. You're pretty sure each nipple is the size and approximate shape of the average golf ball, with areolas nearly a foot across, each. (if: $wifeLac is 1)[A thin dribble of milk has begun to emit from each one with the new growth.] ] (else:)[\ While the glow of the anti-gravity bra is making it difficult to see fine detail in the dark, the light of the flashlight in her hand is enough that you can see a large lump, roughly the size of a golf ball pulsing inside each cup. Her nipples seem to growing at an increasing rate. From the edge of the bra cups, you can also see the darker coloration of her areolas spreading outward. They have to be nearly a foot across, each, judging from the sliver you can see around the garment. ] } "How are you feeling?" you ask $wife. She's still being uncharacteristically stoic. "Mmmmm," she moans softly, closing her eyes fully. "I'm getting used to the electric pleasure of it all. It's like a low level current coursing through every inch of my chest and setting a fire inside me." "There's a... lot of inches there," you say, watching the boobs grow even still. "I know," she says with a smile, eyes still shut. "Right now, do you know what I'm thinking about?" "Boobs?" you say instantly. "Because that's pretty much all I've got going." "Partially. I'm thinking about pushing you back onto a bed and climbing on top of you. (if: $takeBra)[Then I'm taking off this bra and letting the full weight of these leviathans return. ]After that, I'm leaning forward so that each nipple is in one of your hands, and my cleavage is absolutely //engulfing// your head. I'll make you play with my tits while they grow even bigger. You'll struggle to breathe as you're virtually smothered by my chest." You stare at her in awe, unable to even blink. "I..." you can't form words properly. "That... sounds good." "I bet it does," she says calmly. She still has her eyes closed. The growth is beginning to slow. (if: not $takeBra)[Her tits now block her thighs and most of her arms from view.](else:)[Her tits now possess the mass of a full other person, hovering lightly in front of her.] "You're acting... a little strange this time," you say, a bit of concern edging into your mind. $wife's eerie calm is getting under your skin now. She's like a giant boob guru of some kind. A Zen Boobist. "I'm just taking it in," she says, opening her eyes at long last and gazing into yours. She looks like herself. "No orgasm or knees bucking this time? No 'Take that, Kirsten!'?" you inquire, a bit disappointed. "It's like, my tits have hit some kind of critical mass. It still feels orgasmic, but I don't crave orgasm anymore." "O...kay?" "It's like when you try a new food that's the best thing you've ever tasted. You immediately drool and gush over how amazing it tastes, but after you've eaten plenty of it, you're full and satisfied, even while you eat more of it." "So, you're full? You don't want to go bigger?" "Sorry, poor analogy, I guess. I don't know how to explain it. I don't crave sex for the sake of pure pleasure. I crave more than that." "Like?" "I crave a bigger size. I crave the chance to share these pleasures with //you// and to give you the night of massive, growing tits like you've never even dreamed. The pleasure has //electrified// me to the point that I feel like I could just... //ZAP// anyone I touch. But that still doesn't really explain it." You stand there, erection at full mast as you listen to $wife's muddled explanation. "I think I'm getting it," you say casually. "What I'm trying to say," she continues. "Is that, once we get out of here. You absolutely ARE going to get it. And you're going to give it to me." You gulp, but your throat is dry and scratchy. "That was... clearer..." you stammer. "Good," she says with a smile and a pointed wobble of her massive tits.

You can see the familiar wobble of billowing flesh as $wife's chest begins to grow yet again. "Mmmmm..." she moans softly, closing her eyes to take in the sensations she now seems to have grown to like quite a lot. You can't say you're not enjoying it still at this point. { (if: $takeBra)[\ The weightless orbs that occupy the space before her are expanding out as they've done so many times already tonight. Swallowing up more of her body behind them as they take over her figure. They bobble and wiggle as the heavy flesh bound inside the wrapper of neon lights and lacy fabric surge out. You can't help but think that strange bra is the only thing standing between $wife and, well, not standing. There has to be so much weight to those knockers at this point... ] (else:)[\ More and more of the space in front of her is occupied as the twin orbs hanging from her chest surge out and down, swallowing up more of her figure behind them. You honestly can't believe that $wife's still standing with all of that weight on her chest. ] } Suddenly, she opens her eyes and looks at you with a look of concern. She clenches her jaw and inhales through her teeth in a hiss. "Are you okay?" you ask, reaching out a hand and placing it lightly on the upper curve of her left breast. It's big enough to be its own small person at this point. "They're getting... tight," $wife says through gritted teeth. "It's... lot of pressure. Like, a //lot//." You aren't surprised. If anything, you're amazed that there wasn't more pressure on her breasts before now. You don't know what miracles of magic and science are at work in this place, but no human body should be able to endure what hers has. You've been so turned on at the swelling tits that you haven't really thought about the physiological ramifications of her growth until now. And still her boobs expand. (if: $takeBra)[Without that bra, you're sure her nipples would threaten to drag the ground at this size.](else:)[Her nipples are nearing her ankles as the weight of the breasts pulls them further and further downward. It's a miracle she's standing right now. Maybe the growth effects are strengthening her other muscles as well?] "Seriously, I don't think my tits can get much bigger," $wife grunts, massaging her breasts as well as she can without being able to really reach around them. "Well, they're getting bigger," you say unhelpfully. "No shit!" she snaps. "They feel like they're going to burst they're so tight." { (if: $takeBra)[\ Just then, the lights trimming the high tech bra containing her breasts begin to flicker almost imperceptibly. Even that incredible garment is being pushed near its breaking point. ] } You could swear you can hear her skin creaking almost like a balloon stretching. Her breasts are still growing steadily, but you notice that their increase seems to have shifted to firmness instead of pure size. The skin seems tighter, while still wobbling and jiggling as she massages herself. "God, you really are getting huge," you say, unsure what else you //can// say at this point. "I think it's slowing," $wife says, ignoring your observation. "The pressure is still crazy, but it's not getting much worse now." She's right. You can see the outward momentum falling off. The growth is subsiding again. "Babe," she says, looking you in the eyes. "These tits //cannot// get any bigger. It's simply not an option." "Understood," you say solemnly. Then, you giggle a bit as you joke, "I think you're a pretty good size now, anyway. I wouldn't think an enhancement is all that necessary." She gives you a look that says she's deciding whether to laugh or divorce you. She never chooses divorce, though. "You //do// look incredible like this," you say earnestly. "Oh, I know," she replies smugly.

$wife's breasts again swell outward, going from something resembling an F cup and back into the realm of "who sells a bra that will fit these?!" Her shirt is once more struggling to provide any form of modesty whatsoever. "Huh," she notes, "it's not as intense going back up a second time." "Shame," you say with a smile. She returns a grin.

$wife's tits begin to grow once more. For a few moments, they surge repeatedly back through one mind-numbing size after another as you gawk at the pillowy flesh billowing outward and blowing open her top, bringing her back to the appearance of having two beachballs strapped to her torso. "Glad to be back?" you ask playfully. "I think I'm getting used to the growth," she replies, a bit of disappointment in her tone. "Maybe your body is just used to the size?" you venture a guess. "Possibly," she says, poking at a nipple and shuddering ever so slightly.

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ The two of you enter the door on the left and find yourself standing in a spacious walk-in closet. Racks of clothing line either wall, with dozens of pairs of shoes in a plethora of styles neatly arranged on low shelves beneath. Everything is, unsurprisingly, covered in a dreadful layer of dust and cobwebs. Beneath the filth, the clothing appears to be an even mix of sensible everyday wear and skimpy lingerie. A few themed costumes are scattered among the outfits: nurse, police, maid, etc. (if: (history:) contains "Closet 2Fa" or "Closet 2Fb" or "Wardrobe Gr2" or "Bedroom Search 1")[\ "Again with the sex stuff," $wife sighs. "Did this woman think of literally anything other than boobs and sex?" (if: (history:) contains "Wife raygun" or "Wife drink")[\ You eye her swollen bust and give her sarcastically judgmental look. "Oh shut up," she says, feining embarrassment. ] (else-if: (history:) contains "Journal 14")[\ "You saw her journal," you say. "I think the answer to that is a resounding 'no.'" ] (else:)[\ "Doubtful," you say, trying your best to stop thinking of boobs and sex. ] ] At the north end of the closet, a small pedestal-like shelf stands alone, a single article of dusty clothing levitating about an inch above the surface and glowing a bright turquoise around the edges: a lacy bra. (if: $braName)[\ "That must be the hoverbra she wrote about," you say. "Seems likely," $wife concurs. ] (else:)[\ "Some kind of anti-gravity bra?" you mutter. "I guess so," $wife agrees. ] (if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ (if: $wifeBust <= 3)[ "Come on," $wife says. "There's nothing in here that's going to help get those boards off the door." (button:)[[["You're right."|Master bed]]] ] (else:)[ "Ugh..." $wife groans. "I don't want to spend another minute than we have to hear, but I //REALLY// need some help hefting //these// around." She lifts her expanded breasts with her hands and lets them fall back thunderously. "A bra like that might actually help us help that girl." (button:)[[["You're right."|Take bra]]] ] ] (else-if: $wifeBust > 3)[\ "You know..." she begins, gesturing down at her enormous tits, "that could be pretty handy for hauling these things around." (button:)[[["I think you're right."|Take bra]]] ] (else-if: $wifeBust <= 3 and $wifeBust >= 1)[\ "Think you should put it on?" you prod $wife. She hefts her tits in her hands, the flesh wobbling from the motion. "I don't quite think I'm big enough to want to start trying on other people's underwear," she quips, dropping the heavy breasts and causing another shockwave to permeate her torso. "Just thinking ahead," you say with a smile. She returns a sly grin of her own. (button:)[[[Leave the closet|Master bed]]] ] (else-if: $inventory does not contain "raygun")[\ "Bet that really helps with the big boobs," she adds. "Maybe we can just take that back for Kirsten and call it a night?" you suggest facetiously. $wife gives you a look that indicates she is unamused. (button:)[[[Leave the closet|Master bed]]] ] (else:)[\ "Bet that really helps with the big boobs," she adds. "Think we should bring it back for Kirsten just in case she's warmed up to her new figure?" you ask facetiously. $wife is obviously unamused. (button:)[[[Leave the closet|Master bed]]] ] ] (else:)[\ The closet is unchanged. Dusty clothing hangs from racks on either side, (if: not $takeBra)[and the (if: $braName)[hoverbra](else:)[strange floating bra] remains levitating above its pedestal.](else:)[but the pedestal to the north is empty now that $wife has donned the bra that once floated there.] (button:)[[[Leave closet|Master bed]]] (if: $wifeBust > 3 and $takeBra is false)[\ (button:)[[["You could probably use some extra support by now."|Take bra]]] ] ] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You ease open the door on the right to discover a huge master bathroom. ] } The room contains a massive jacuzzi tub, glass shower stall, double vanity, toilet, and a large rack of towels. { (if: visits is 1)[\ While the decor follows the typical motif of boobs and babes, the tub takes it to an entirely new level. Another marble statue of a woman sits at the head of the tub in the room's corner. She is fully nude with her legs splayed wide around the tub's upper rim. Her left arm snakes beneath her obligatory huge breasts to allow her hand to part her vulva, with her middle finger plunged deep inside herself. A spout just beneath her indicates that her vagina is likely the "source" for the tub's water. A pair of small knobs where her nipples should be seem to confirm that suspicion. The statue's head is flung backward, a silent moan escaping her eternally motionless mouth. "That's a new degree of horny," $wife remarks. "Agreed," is all you can manage. You can't take your eyes off the thing. "I don't think there's anything of note here," $wife says, tugging at your arm. You continue to silently note the statue pleasuring herself, not moving from your spot. "$player," $wife says firmly. You snap out of it. "Sorry," you say. "You're right." ] } (button:)[[[Leave the bathroom|Master bed]]]

You and $wife step over to the "sex couch" near the foot of the huge bed. A statue of a large breasted woman stands at the head of the thing, leaned over so that her incredible bosom hangs down directly above the arm/head rest. The statue's arm is outstretched, the hand dangling a cluster of marble grapes over the couch. If someone were to lay on the thing and position properly, it would look like a busty servant dangling the fruit into their waiting mouth. The couch itself is (if: (history:) contains "Guest room 2")[clearly far more "broken in" than the one in the opposite room.](else:)[relatively worn, the fabric and cushions showing significant wear from likely years of use.] This sex couch has seen plenty of action. Probably daily from the look of it. "That thing is very, //very// well worn," you say to $wife. "I mean, you've seen the decor here," $wife says, gesturing broadly to the room around you. "Are we really shocked that this woman was getting pounded on the regular?" You think about it for a moment before agreeing, "I guess not." (button:)[[[Leave the sex couch be|Master bed]]]

{ (if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ You spend several minutes searching the bedroom with $wife, frantically seeking anything that might help rescue that poor woman behind the boarded door. "It's no use," $wife says hopelessly, throwing her arms into the air. (if: $wifeBust > 1)[The motion causes her breasts to jiggle violently. It would be a huge turn-on if there weren't more pressing issues to handle at the moment.] "I think you're right," you reply. "Nothing in here is going to help with those boards..." (button:)[[[Give up the search|Master bed]]] ] (else:)[\ You take a good long look around what you assume is the manor's master bedroom. The statues around the bed get plenty of attention in your search. There are four total surrounding the piece of furniture, each in a unique pose, all endowed with awe-inspiring busts, fully on display. One of the statues is looking away from the bed, hand partially covering her eyes in a mock display of privacy. The mischievous look on her face indicates that she is not, in fact, truly looking away from whatever may be happening on the bed. Two others are locked in a loving embrace, their behemoth melons pressed tightly between their torsos and seemingly fighting to be the dominant pair of boobs as the heads above press their lips firmly against one another. The final statue is using her elbows to squeeze her breasts together and enhance her already impressive foot-long ravine of cleavage. Her nipples stand fully erect, pointing slightly outward from straight on. A pair of marble streams of liquid pour steadily from the carven points. The bed amidst the statues is massive, plush, and covered in dust, and an intricate lattice of cobwebs run overhead. Otherwise, it is unremarkable. The wardrobes are both filled with a wide array of bondage gear, chains, whips, dildos, vibrators, blindfolds, lingerie, etc. (if: (history:) contains "Wardrobe Gr2")[It looks very much like the same contents as the one in the other bedroom.] The nightstands appear to have no real drawers to speak of, just an ornate surface and four curved legs that end in elaborate curled designs. The writing desk contains only stationery and writing utencils. "I don't know if we're going to find much else in here," $wife says after several minutes of looking over the place. "I was really hoping there'd be some clues to what happened to this lady, but I'm not seeing anything." You fear she may be right. (button:)[[[Abandon the search|Master bed]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Bedroom search 2")[(button:)[[[Continue the search|Bedroom search 2]]]] ] }

Unwilling to give up in your search for answers (or maybe you're just eager to know what other sensual secrets this lady held), you continue to look around the room. "I'm telling you I don't think we're going to find anything else," $wife says. She sounds more disappointed by this idea than annoyed that you're still looking. After serveral minutes of prying, you stumble across something! The nightstands on either side of the bed each contain a hidden compartment. While the top appears to be a solid, carved wooden surface about three inches in thickness, there is a small indentation under the front edge that can be pulled outward to reveal a shallow drawer. "Ha!" you shout in glee as $wife rushes over. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[Her enhanced figure bounds and wobbles noticeably from the motion.] "What is it?" she asks, pointing the light into the mysterious compartment. It's a stack of porn magazines. You reach in and extract the publications and rifle through them. //Score//, //Voluptuous//, //Juggs//, //Science Digest//, //Titillating//, //Bounce Monthly//. A few titles have more than one issue in the stack. "It's always boobs," $wife says flatly. "The lady was obsessed." //It happens//, you think to yourself. "Seems like it," you say aloud(if: $wifeBust > 2 and $wifeBust < 5)[, fighting your eyes as they pull your field of vision directly toward $wife's erect nipples, visible just on the other side of her top's fabric.] "Let's check the other one," $wife says, heading around the bed. "Coming," you say, taking a quick second to thumb through the magazines once more. You note that every one of them is an issue more than four years old. No surprise there. By the time you arrive at the opposite nightstand, $wife has already pulled open its drawer to reveal an assortment of lube bottles and a pair of vibrators large enough to make you suddenly feel a bit inadequate. "Welp," $wife says, sliding the drawer back shut. "At least it wasn't boobs..." "Thank god for that," you say with heavy sarcasm. She gives you an unamused glance, but smiles immediately after. { (if: $wifeBust >= 4)["So..." she says, turning to face you. "You like the new look? You haven't said a //ton// about it, yet." She rocks her shoulders back and forth, causing a landslide of jiggling to tear through her huge, torso swallowing breasts. You throat suddenly feels incredible dry. "First," you answer, "yes. Very much yes. Second, if I go into anymore detail about how I feel about the 'new look,' I'm going to rip through my pants." You nod down at your crotch where a significant bulge has become plainly visible. $wife's eyes grow wide and she sucks in her lips before looking away. "One thing at a time," she says, wandering around the room a bit more. ] } "Well," she asks, "should we keep looking around? Hope for more secret compartments or maybe a hidden passageway? Maybe Scooby and the gang are around here somewhere..." (button:)[[["Sure, let's keep looking."|Bedroom search 3]]] (button:)[[["I think we've spent enough time here."|Master bed]]]

"Goddammit," $wife says after only a few minutes of searching this time. The annoyance in her voice is quite obvious. "What was this lady's deal?" You look over to see your wife kneeling down next to the writing desk, her hand extending into the cobweb filled cavity where the writer's legs would go. She cocks an eyebrow and flexes her arm before you hear a slight //click!// Instantly, a panel in the front of the ornate desk pops outward. You reach over and pull on the thing, and it swings outward, revealing a small book inside. You remove the book, blow a thin layer of dust from the cover, and lay it out on the desk's surface. "Looks like a diary," $wife says, hopeful. "I think you're right, babe," you say sarcastically, pointing at the writing on the cover that reads //Journal of Lilith VanBusen//. (set: $nameKnown to true) "We wanted insight into what happened," she says, ignoring the jab. "This is a good chance." "But, should we be..." you begin to object. "What? Reading the diary of a missing woman in an attempt to figure out what happened to her? We're not exactly committing the crime of the century, here." "I'm just saying maybe we should think about it first..." (if: (history:) contains "Use raygun")["Like we thought about it before we shot me with the raygun?"](else-if: (history:) contains "Drink")["But it's fine to just drink random potions we find in cabinets?"](else-if: $bande)["Look, we already did the breaking and entering part..."](else:)["Look, we're already breaking into her house... we could at least try to do right by her and figure out what happened."] "I see your point," you relent. $wife lays the book out on the desk and opens it up. The first date is from a little over five years ago. Flipping through casually, it appears that many of the entries are pretty brief synopses that amount to little more than "Just another day." A few entries, though, are sizeable. You open up to the first such date: March 28, five years ago. (set: $foundJournal to true)(set: $lastJournal to 1) (button:)[[["Time to do some privacy invasion!"|Journal logic]]] (button:)[[["Let's take a minute before we dive into this."|Master bed]]]

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//March 28 (set: $lastJournal to 1) I've been hard at work on multiple projects. I'm confident that at least one of them will lead to a breakthrough in permanent breast enhancement. My work on new growth formulae is promising, though nothing has yielded concrete results just yet. I'm hopeful that I'm close to a successful batch! I have been studying the Countess's old notes, trying my best to reverse engineer her electrobust device, but that endeavor is proving less fruitful. But I shall not give up!// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Turn to the next noteworthy entry|Journal 2]]]

//May 5 (set: $lastJournal to 2) I just returned from a multi-day expedition to Iceland. I'd heard of a recently uncovered viking settlement there. A few photos of artifacts were given to world news outlets, and among them was a VERY large chested female armor breastplate. I had an acquaintance translate the runes on the armor and discovered them to be an invocation for a previously unknown deity called Mjolkana, likely derived from "mjolka," meaning milk. I followed this lead to the dig site and was able to pay a hefty sum for a small golden idol which was recovered there. It was one of nearly a dozen such idols in the settlement, so I doubt it will be missed. Buying a cultural artifact under the table is much less... upstanding... behavior than I would typically seek to uphold, but with the electrobust device eluding me and my formulae proving totally useless, I was desperate. But it seems to have all been worthwhile! It worked! Well, it partially worked. I had the idol inscribed with a translation of the runic invocation, and reading it out, even in English, seemed to pull some sort of divine blessing down into me. My breasts swelled up at least a cup size, and I began lactating! I have boobs! Actual boobs! And they were mine! Such a lovely early birthday gift to myself! Or so I thought until they shrank back to normal overnight. It seems the growth from the divine idol is only slight and temporary. The search continues. But at least I've made some headway. I hadn't considered divine alternatives to science and medicine. This will require more research.// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Previous entry|Journal 1]]] (button:)[[[Next entry|Journal 3]]]

//May 7 (set: $lastJournal to 3) Happy birthday to me! I can't believe I'm 27 already! Anyway, today was a lowkey day in the lab, but I was able to finish the work on my new maid! Now Helga will have a friend! (set: $HelgaWarned to true) I will call her Olga. She's identical to Helga, but I thought straight hair would be fun this time, instead of more pigtails. She looks super duper sexy in her maid uniform. And her tits are everything I wish I had... Soon. At least I can always play with the idol when I want a little boost. Anyway, two maids! Woohoo! I feel like a real upper class lady now. I can have a maid for each floor of the house! And now I can be totally enveloped by their huge, soft boobies when they give me a group hug! Or when they do other things... >:] I think I'll go give Olga a test run right now.// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Previous entry|Journal 2]]] (button:)[[[Next entry|Journal 4]]]

//July 21 (set: $lastJournal to 4) That's it. I give up. I've tried to replicate the Countess's device, but I keep getting nowhere. The idol works, sure, but it's temporary fun. I will never truly be able live up to my full potential until I find the secret to a permanently larger bust. And it has eluded me at every turn. I research. I fail. I experiment. I fail. I build. I fail. I research more. I fail. I have travelled the world now searching for any kind of leads, whether mechanical, medicinal, botanical, or even theological. I have found NOTHING! NOTHING! My ancestor was right. Women with no breasts are only shells of their full potential, and I will never be anything more. I have failed. Again and again, I have failed. I have nowhere else to turn.// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Previous entry|Journal 3]]] (button:)[[[Next entry|Journal 5]]]

//August 2 (set: $lastJournal to 5) I have turned to Satan! (set: $devilWarned to true) Well, to be more precise, I've turned to a lesser devil. On a recent expedition to an ancient monastery in Egypt, I found a tome of seals and wards against devils. I believe it was likely confiscated and held by the monastery to avoid its use by wayward individuals or perhaps as a tool to use against the legions of hell. Many centuries later, this particular wayward individual happened across it. And there was a summoning spell inside for several devils, including a devil of carnal pleasure! The book included instructions for both summoning and sealing the devil. It warned that sealed devils will offer any sort of wish or deal they can in order to regain their freedom. Naturally, I worked with Helga to summon the pleasure devil, and we bound her in the library. I had a nice long conversation with her and learned that the specific binding ward from the book requires her to grant three wishes to three mortals before she can go free. It would seem that a wish must be traded for the mortal's soul, so that's a complication for which I was unprepared. I am not averse to this trade, especially as the devil clued me into what the soul binding entails. It doesn't exactly sound like eternal damnation... I just need to make sure that my wish is perfect. The book warned that devils like to twist your wishes for their amusement...// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Previous entry|Journal 4]]] (button:)[[[Next entry|Journal 6]]]

//October 2 (set: $lastJournal to 6) While many of my experiments have still been proving fruitless, I just returned from a once-in-a-lifetime discovery deep in the Amazon! I initially travelled to the rainforest in search of local flora that are said to contain possible growth properties for humans. What I found... it was more than I could have possibly dreamed! Her name is Meloni. She has been learning English at a shockingly fast rate, achieving basic communication with myself after only a few hours of interaction in the forests. She since became fluent after only a little more than two weeks as we returned by boat. Meloni tells me she is a Harvest Nymph. A nearly immortal botanical-biological hybrid creature who uses her nectar-like breast milk to encourage the growth and yield of local crops. She was a de facto guardian for some local tribes in the forests there, but they had long ago abandoned their homes due to deforestation which now threatened to reveal her existence to the world or worse, destroy her. Without diving into too much extraneous detail, she has returned home with me, and she has taken a keen interest in living in the conservatory, as well as providing me with samples of her nectar for experimentation. And oh what lovely experimentation it has been!!! My first growth formulae has now shown promising results! Meloni's nectar is both incredibly fun to extract AND quite potent when combined with certain chemicals. The breast growth that has resulted in the first tests has been unstable thus far, but I am confident that I can create a longer lasting and more reliable formula with more of this nectar. I will continue to experiment. If no progress can be made on that damnable electrobust device, then perhaps these formulae hold the key to my success. I do hope that Meloni enjoys her time here. She seemed so lonely in the forest. We've already enjoyed one another's company IMMENSELY. Ha.// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Previous entry|Journal 5]]] (button:)[[[Next entry|Journal 7]]]

//October 11 (set: $lastJournal to 7) The formulae work! All of them! Unfortunately, the results are limited in both size and duration. However, I have found that using both the idol and a formula will result in greater size. I wore a C-cup bra today without padding! It was fantastic! I bounced! Stairs were fun for a brief time, but they quickly became painful. I'll need to work on something to combat this. Yesterday, I increased my size to the maximum and went out in public for the first time without being a washboard! Great Grandma Arana would be so proud of me increasing my lot in life. If only I could make sense of her notes, I could permanently move up in the world... I do worry, though. A few neighbors stopped and stared at me as I went for a jog in the evening. The first was a man from down the street. He seemed enamored by the jiggle of my breasts in my sports bra. The next was a woman who appeared to be at least twenty years my senior. She was livid. I felt raw anger radiated in her glare. I am uncertain if she was jealous of my breasts or simply upset with my outfit. It WAS a bit revealing... In the future, I'll make a greater effort to not anger my neighbors. The attention is nice to an extent, but I do not wish to make enemies.// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Previous entry|Journal 6]]] (button:)[[[Next entry|Journal 8]]]

//November 19 (set: $lastJournal to 8) ~~I wish my breasts were much bigger.~~ Too vague. ~~I wish to have the largest breasts in the world.~~ ~~I wish my breasts were the largest breasts in the world.~~ ~~I wish my breasts were the largest human breasts in the world.~~ ~~I wish for my existing breasts to instantly grow larger than those of any other human woman who has ever or will ever live on Earth.~~ I'm getting closer. Speaking to ~~Lus~~ (set: $Lus to true)the devil a few times has proven useful for gaining insight into her ways. She delights in twisting desires, though I sense she is more playful than malicious in this. Note to self: do not write her name anywhere. Can't risk setting her loose before I get that wish...// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Previous entry|Journal 7]]] (button:)[[[Next entry|Journal 9]]]

//December 4 (set: $lastJournal to 9) Things are finally looking up! (set: $nanoboosterName to true) I've had a new idea! Nanite technology! Nothing is certain at this stage, but I've devised a schematic for a new invention! I call it the nanobooster. It is a handheld device which can fire microscopic nanites through your skin. The nanites would be able to restructure tissue and create immediate growth. I'm not certain, but I MAY be able to create nanites which can permeate the body indefinitely, leading to long-term, sustainable growth. This remains to be seen, though. Still more exciting news: I've found a promising lead on the electrobust device! I'm going to be going directly to the source! After translating more of that book from the monastery, I've discovered a ritual to summon the lost souls of the dead. I'm beginning to see why the monastery kept it sealed away in their library. Though, I'm unsure why they chose not to destroy it... Oh well, it's mine now. I plan to use the ritual to summon the soul of the Countess. I'll need to make sure I use every tool at my disposal to ensure my bust is respectable before I make contact. She may dismiss me outright, otherwise. Once the nanobooster is complete, I will commence the ritual and ask for the Countess's guidance in replicating her electrobust device. I am more motivated than ever! I think I'll go tell Meloni about this. She will find this most fascinating. I should also harvest more nectar. Mmmm... I can't wait. That's enough writing for tonight.// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Previous entry|Journal 8]]] (button:)[[[Next entry|Journal 10]]]

//December 17 (set: $lastJournal to 10) Today was awful. It seems that the sunlight and water Meloni has been getting has not been enough. She has said nothing, but today I entered the conservatory to find her unconscious and slumped over her pot. Her color was faded and she looked like she was beginning to wither in her extremities. I panicked. I tried watering her again. I tried shaking her shoulders to bring her around. Only after several minutes of such attempts was I able to rouse her, but she was in such a pitiful state. She could barely open her eyes or speak. The tears kept coming. I was certain I was losing my only real friend. I have Helga and Olga, of course, but they only do as they're programmed. They aren't self-aware. They aren't people. And Rebecca and Carson and the others... it's just physical. There's no companionship there. Meloni means so much to me. And I was certain she was gone. She did manage to get out enough words to tell me she needed specific nutrients. I set Helga to stay with her and get her anything she needed while I went to the garden supply shop in town. I found a fertilizer that contains the necessary ingredients. It's called Luscious Harvest. I bought their entire stock and dragged the bottles back home. Meloni was right. I just gave her a small dose of the stuff to start off, but that little bit was enough to get her back up and awake in minutes. I'll set Helga to include a daily dose of the fertilizer in her care routine. Meloni should be just fine going forward. Thinking on it now, many of the nutrients Meloni needed are found in heavy concentration in the formula I derived from her nectar. There's no way she could subsist on the formula alone, but in combination with her fertilizer, there's a chance it could give her quite a boost. I'll have to keep that in mind... For now, it's been such a long day. I need to see if Rebecca and Carson are up for a threesome tonight. I haven't had them over in weeks, and I could use a good fuck.// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Previous entry|Journal 9]]] (button:)[[[Next entry|Journal 11]]]

//January 8 (set: $lastJournal to 11) Yesterday was an exceptionally productive day in the lab! I not only finished work on the nanobooster, but I've thought of a way to use my earlier concept for permanent nanites! As I had feared, the nanobooster can only do small boosts that dissipate within days (or a more gradual, larger increase, but that feature takes days to recharge), but my work was able to yield a type of nanite that can permanently remain within the human body, allowing for permanent and drastic changes. The bad news is that the permanent nanites will require a full-body cryochamber to be constructed for insertion. The process is lengthy and elaborate, so until I can get the nanite chamber up and running, I'm limited to the booster's abilities, combined with my formulae and the idol. By my calculations, work on the nanite chamber should be complete within about four months. I will also continue my work on other projects in the meantime. With all of my current bust augmentation abilities, I am ready to use the ritual to summon forth the Countess. I hope she is as wonderful as I imagine. Her life's work has shown me my true purpose. I wish only to live up to her example.// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Previous entry|Journal 10]]] (button:)[[[Next entry|Journal 12]]]

//January 17 (set: $lastJournal to 12) I was not prepared for the horrors that ritual unleashed. (set: $ghostWarned to true)(if: $wifeMood is "scared")[(set: $wifeMood to "happy")] Whether my ancestor was always such a ravenous fiend or her time beyond the material plane has warped her beyond recognition, I do not know. I had seen writings that she was viewed as a monster by some in her own time, but I dismissed these views as jealousy or fear of her genius. I should have listened to those writings. The instant I finished the summoning ritual, I was faced with a ghastly spectral husk of my ancestor that clawed her way across the floor and growled inhumanly at me about "having potential" and being "a fine vessel." She... she possessed my body. Her gaseous form poured down my throat and wrested control of my very limbs away from me. I could manage an occassional twitch of muscle or mouth, but she was in control. She ransacked my home, gathering up all of my works, muttering about becoming a goddess... She held me captive in my own mind. She spent day after day using my work to grow her bust repeatedly and becoming increasingly manic over the fact that none of the effects lasted. I would watch through my eyes as she drank my formulae and used the nanobooster to swell ~~her~~ MY tits before pleasuring herself in my bed or in my lounge. After days of watching this horror play out, I could feel her anger over my small breasts and limited achievements growing steadily. She would pace around the manor, growling and screaming at nothing. Thankfully, she mostly left the maids and Meloni alone, sparing them from the horrors. As she began to fall into blind rage, I was able to wrestle away control of my body for a few short minutes, and I used it to summon ~~Lu~~ the devil and give my wish. I wished for the Countess's spirit to be removed from my body and confined to one of the upstairs guest rooms. It worked. The devil granted my wish. The moment I was myself again, I boarded up the room where she was trapped in order to prevent anyone from entering. That was yesterday. The devil warned me that her spirit could still possess those who enter and use their body to escape her prison. I can still hear her shrieking. She hasn't stopped all day. She has hurled curses at me since last night. I should have left her dead. Now I have no further knowledge of her electrobust device, and my wish has been wasted. My only hope is that the nanite chamber will be a success. It has to be. But after all of this suffering... do I still want to follow in her steps? Is this something I want? Or was she controlling me even before I summoned her spirit?// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Previous entry|Journal 11]]] (button:)[[[Next entry|Journal 13]]]

//April 12 (set: $lastJournal to 13) It's been a busy few months. My nanite chamber is nearing completion, and I spent quite some time working on my newest idea: the time destabilizer. The idea came to me while thinking about how much time I spend waiting. Waiting for parts to arrive. Waiting for mixtures to combine. Waiting for extractions to complete. Waiting for my tits to grow. That last one was the biggie. I thought I could create a device that lets me advance time around me, so I don't have to do all this horrible waiting. Well, I got the device finished, but I'm afraid it's going to have to go on the pile of failures down in the lab. All the thing can do is reverse time. That doesn't help me in the slightest. My tits were never big enough in the past, so why would I want to reverse time? Useless. I've since smashed it so that it'll not fall into the wrong hands. Aside from that disappointment, I've been thinking a lot about what I should do after I finish the nanite chamber. With it, I'll no longer need the services of the devil. I should release her from her binds. Unfortunately, that means finding two more souls to offer up in exchange for her final two wishes. I've given some thought to those wishes, but I fear anyone willing to cooperate would simply want to wish for their own desires. It would still be worth it to free the poor thing from eternally existing just beyond the reality of the library downstairs... I can't imagine she's enjoying her servitude. She's pleasant enough whenever I choose to stand by the fireplace and call her name for a quick chat, but I know this is a lousy way to spend eternity. (set: $devilRitualKnown to true) Maybe Rebecca and Carson would be willing to cooperate on my wishes in exchange for stays in the nanite chamber? They don't exactly need more in the endowment department, but I'm sure they wouldn't say no to some upgrades. If I can persuade them, I want to wish for Meloni to be free of her pot and able to walk about (and do... other things...) on her own and for the Countess's knowledge to be transcribed for me. Not sure how I could swing that one as a "carnal pleasure" wish, though. The accursed spirit still does her best to screech at me from her prison in that room. She's determined to keep her life's work from me, and though I now have the nanite chamber, I want to replicate the electrobust device purely to spite her for attempting to make me a slave in my body... If I could get two souls to exchange for those wishes, the devil would be free. She'll still come calling for my end of the deal at some point, but I think I'm a bit excited for that day, after what she's told me. Mmmm... I'm getting turned on just thinking about it...// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Previous entry|Journal 12]]] (button:)[[[Next entry|Journal 14]]]

//June 22 (set: $lastJournal to 14) Tomorrow is the day! I'm going to go down to the laboratory and climb into the nanite chamber. I haven't fully finished the timer unit just yet, but I can't wait any longer. I need to give myself the body I am destined to have. To avoid an issue, I'll order Helga to wake me once I've been in the chamber for three hours. That will be enough time for the cryogenesis to take effect and for the nanites to be infused into my body. I'm confident it will work. Once Helga wakes me, I will be my true self. I'm so confident that this will work that I've even taken the time to perfect another new invention: the hoverbra! It's a bra with antigravity cups. No matter how big I grow, I'll be able to pull that bra on and walk around free from back pain! I'll be unstoppable! (set: $braName to true) I almost wish it was safe to unboard that door and rub that shrieking hag's face in my accomplishments. She's been quiet lately, but I know she's still in there, hating me for besting her. Well, great grandmother, your descendant is now on the cusp of achieving more than you ever could! When I next write here, I will be a new woman! I'm so excited! It is so certain that this experiment will be a success that I've even ordered a celebratory gift for myself! I found a listing for a book of body alteration incantations on a small witchcraft shop's website. It's unlikely to be of any real help, but it could be fun to peruse... Anyway, here I go!// This is the final entry. The remaining pages are blank, but there appears to be some writing on the inside of the back cover. (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Previous entry|Journal 13]]] (button:)[[[Read the inside back cover|Journal 15]]]

The inside back cover of the journal reads: //~~6969~~ ~~8008~~ Ugh... stop writing your codes in your journal, Lily. Just have Helga remember them. She only follows your and Meloni's voice commands, anyway. Way safer than writing.// (button:)[[[Stop reading|Master bed]]] (button:)[[[Last entry|Journal 14]]]

You take the drill you grabbed from the garage and go to unscrew the door's knob and locking mechanism. But you can't. There are no visible screws to remove. Pausing for a second, you move to the door's hinges, but they're inaccessible while the door is closed. "You //do// know that knobs and hinges are made so you can't just unscrew them to get around a lock, right?" $wife says with plenty of snark. "Well," you say with equal snark, "I do now." { (if: $wifeMood is "scared")["Besides," $wife says, "we know the drill will work on the boards on that other door. We should //really// be helping that girl out." ] } (button:)[[[Leave the door|Hallway 2Fa]]]

{ (if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ "Here goes nothing..." $wife says, stepping up to the bra. She lifts the garment from its weightless resting place and brings it close for inspection. She looks it over, turning it around in her hands before giving a great "huff" and blowing years of dust off of it. She takes another minute to wipe it clean on her pants. "This thing is so weird," she says, examining the bra closely. "It's like it weighs less than nothing." "Well, put it on and see if it helps so we can get moving," you encourage nervously. She nods, hands you the flashlight, and pulls her shirt off, tossing it to you. You use the light's beam to take in the wondrous sight of her huge new boobs and the dark, inviting cleavage. Her nipples are engorged, and her areolas are bigger, darker. (if: $wifeLac is 1)[A few tiny white droplets of milk dot her flesh just below her nipples.] $wife catches you admiring and casually says, "Not the time.." "Yeah, sorry. I got distracted," you say, still lost in thought about what you could do with and to and on and between those enormous tits. $wife removes the shredded remnants of her old bra and tosses it to you, as well. It's still warm from hanging buried beneath her globes of flesh. She pulls on the strange undergarment, and you can see the fabric stretch and contort as she hefts each mound of a breast into the cups. The bra is seemingly able to expand itself to fit any size breast comfortably. You wonder if there's actually a limit... "Oh my god!" $wife tries to keep from shouting. "Immediate relief!" "Oh yeah?" you pry. "Yeah! It's like they're weightless!" To prove the point, she gives a couple of hops in place and shakes her chest left and right. Her breasts bob up and down and around. The flesh within the illuminated bra shakes and wiggles, but the overall mass of her breasts wobbles like that of a particularly well-drawn cartoon character. "It's feels like they're filled with helium or something," she says. "Definitely will make it easier to move around this place. Now let's get moving. We've got a crisis to handle." She turns and heads out of the closet. ] (else:)[\ "Let's see how well this thing works," $wife says, stepping up to the bra. She lifts the garment from its weightless resting place and brings it close for inspection. She looks it over, turning it around in her hands before giving a great "huff" and blowing years of dust off of it. She takes another minute to wipe it clean on her pants. "This thing is so weird," she says, examining the bra closely. "It's like it weighs less than nothing." "Like I'm wearing nothing at all... nothing at all... nothing at all," you joke. $wife gives you an incredulous look. "It's a meme," you say, your tone admitting defeat. She nods and goes back to the bra. She hands you the flashlight and pulls her shirt off, tossing it to you. You use the light's beam to take in the wondrous sight of her huge new boobs and the dark, inviting cleavage. Her nipples are engorged, and her areolas are bigger, darker. (if: $wifeLac is 1)[A few tiny white droplets of milk dot her flesh just below her nipples.] $wife catches you admiring and casually says, "Keep it in your pants until we get home, babe." "Yeah," you say, still lost in thought about what you could do with and to and on and between those enormous tits. $wife removes the shredded remnants of her old bra and tosses it to you, as well. It's still warm from hanging buried beneath her globes of flesh. She pulls on the strange undergarment, and you can see the fabric stretch and contort as she hefts each mound of a breast into the cups. The bra is seemingly able to expand itself to fit any size breast comfortably. You wonder if there's actually a limit... "Oh my god!" $wife tries to keep from shouting. "Immediate relief!" "Oh yeah?" you pry. "Yeah! It's like they're weightless!" To prove the point, she gives a couple of hops in place and shakes her chest left and right. Her breasts bob up and down and around. The flesh within the illuminated bra shakes and wiggles, but the overall mass of her breasts wobbles like that of a particularly well-drawn cartoon character. "It's feels like they're filled with helium or something," she says, still jiggling around and enjoying the newfound freedom from gravity's hold. "I might take this home," she adds. "Even with my normal boobs, this would be incredible!" "Mind if I feel?" you ask tentatively. "We get home and get Kirsten back to normal and you can do all the feeling you want," she says with a wink. She then motions for her shirt. You hand it over and she pulls it on, not even attempting to button it over the twin peaks before her. "Back to it!" she says, taking the flashlight and leaving the closet. (set: $takeBra to true) ] (button:)[[[Follow her out|Master bed]]] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You step into the (if: (history:) contains "Locked door")[once-locked ]room and survey the place. (if: (history:) contains "Guest room 2")[It is an almost exact copy of the guest room off the opposite hallway, down to the furnishings, decor, and dust and debris. Though there is no fireplace in this room. It does, however, contain a wardrobe, sex couch, and a bed, though this one is unlike the other in that a limp human body lies splayed out across the top, covered in the same filth as the rest of the upper floor. ] (else:)[The room contains a plush bed, a free standing wardrobe, (if: (history:) does not contain "Master bed" and (history:) does not contain "Guest room 2")[and a strangely shaped chaise.](else:)[and another sex couch.] Everything is caked in the familiar patina of neglect. Across the bed, likewise covered in dust and filth, lays a limp human body, splayed out in an unnatural position. ] (if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ "Holy shit!" $wife shrieks and turns away, bolting back out into the hallway. You delay a moment, trying to get a look at the body, but $wife took the light with her upon her abrupt exit. You're almost certain the body was wearing a maid uniform(if: $metOlga)[ just like the one Olga wore]. "What are you doing?!" $wife whisper-shouts from the doorway. "Let's get the fuck away from this room! That woman and Kirsten are depending on us and then we //clearly// need to call the cops!" "You're right," you say, turning back toward her. (button:)[[[Leave the room|Hallway 2Fa]]] ] (else-if: (history:) contains "Devil convo events")[\ "Looks like Lustra was right about Helga," $wife says, looking at the body but taking care not to venture too close. ] (else:)[\ "Oh, my god," $wife whispers, tension and fear creeping into her voice. "Please tell me that's not a dead body." (if: $wifeBust > 1)[//That would certainly be a buzzkill//, you think to yourself.](else:)["Man, I hope not," you concur.] ] ] (else:)[\ The dusty guest room contains a wardrobe, bed, and (if: (history:) does not contain "Guest room 1" and (history:) does not contain "Master bed" and (history:) does not contain "Guest 1 chaise")[a strangely shaped chaise lounge.](else:)[a sex couch.] (if: $HelgaMoved is false and (history:) does not contain "Body")[A human body lies crumpled in an unnatural heap on the bed. ](else-if: $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is false)[The robot maid's body lies in an unnatural heap on the bed. ](else-if: $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is true)[Helga's body lies in an unnatural heap on the bed. ] ] (if: $wifeMood is not "scared")[\ (if: (history:) does not contain "Guest room 1" and (history:) does not contain "Master bed" and (history:) does not contain "Guest 1 chaise")[(button:)[[[Investigate the odd chaise|Guest 1 chaise]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Wardrobe Gr1")[(button:)[[[Investigate the wardrobe|Wardrobe Gr1]]] ] (if: $HelgaMoved is false and (history:) does not contain "Body")[(button:)[[[Investigate the body on the bed|Body]]] ] (else-if: $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is true and $metOlga is true)[(button:)[[[Check on the motionless Helga|Body]]] ] (else-if: not $HelgaMoved)[(button:)[[[Check the robot maid again|Body]]] ] (button:)[[[Leave the room|Hallway 2Fa]]] ] }

You move to enter the guest room, but $wife grabs your arm and holds you back. (if: $wifeBust > 1)[When she does so, the soft, warm flesh of her expanded bosom presses against your bicep. You remind yourself that she's scared. You remind yourself that //you// are scared.] "We shouldn't go in there," she cries. "Not with that body." (button:)[[[Leave the room be for now|Hallway 2Fa]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You step up to the bed slowly, carefully. Thoughts race through your head of murders and zombies. You are acutely aware that $wife is keeping a safe distance back, following you, but not too closely. (if: (history:) does not contain "Devil convo events")[As you get close enough to make out the details in the dim light of the flashlight, you can tell that the body is that of a young woman, an incredibly busty young woman at that. Her flesh does not appear to have decomposed even a small amount. Bizarre, considering the](else:)[The] grime covering her indicates she's likely been crumpled here for years. (if: (history:) contains "Devil convo events")[The devil was right about Helga's fate.] (if: $metOlga)[\ She's the spitting image of Olga, the robot maid you met earlier. Beneath her burial shroud of cobwebs and dust, you can easily see the same scant French maid uniform, barely concealing her curvaceous, bulging figure. Her platinum hair is tied up in a pair of long pigtails, splaying out to either side of her head, unlike Olga's perfectly straight locks. Her hollow, black screen of a face is featureless, powered off and barely visible through the coccoon of webbing. ] (else:)[\ Under all of the dust and cobwebs, the woman lies in a heap of tangled limbs and bulging curves. She wears what looks like French maid styled lingerie or a roleplay costume, and to say that it barely covers anything might be giving the skimpy article too much credit. Her hair is platinum blonde and tied up in twin pigtails, each about a foot long and splayed out to either side of her head. The center of her face is easily the creepiest part, as it looks to have been carved away, leaving a gaping black hole, or it would if the dust didn't create a flat coating across the surface, revealing what appears to be some sort of blank digital screen. As odd as it seems, you're certain that you're looking at some form of highly advanced android or robot. It would explain the creepy "screenface" and the lack of decomposition. (if: (history:) contains "Devil convo events")[\ "Lustra was right!" you call back to $wife. "This is the missing maid." ] (else-if: (history:) contains "Journal 3")[\ "I think this is one of the robot maids she mentioned in her journal," you say to $wife, still hanging back from the bizarre scene. ] (else:)[\ "It's not really a body," you say to $wife, still hanging back from the bizarre scene. "I'm pretty sure this is some kind of android or something. Maybe a sex doll?" You eye the maid's dust-covered bosom, enormous and impossibly perky despite her lying on her back. Gravity is no match for whatever tech is behind those boobs. ] ] (if: (history:) contains "Maid quarters")[\ "Do you think we should try to get her downstairs to the chargers?" $wife asks, stepping up closer, but still recoiled from the bed as much as possible. "Probably not a bad idea," you agree. "Hopefully it's just a battery issue and not something worse." $wife nods in agreement. ] (else:)[\ "Since she's a robot, do you think it's possible she just ran out of charge?" $wife asks. "It's certainly possible," you say, picturing a giant USB cable being plugged into various places. Just as you start seeing the maid wrapping her gigantic tits around a thick, rigid length of cable and stroking--you shake the images from your mind. //Stay focused, $player//, you think to yourself. "But where do you charge a five-foot-tall robot maid in a house with no power?" (if: $metOlga)[\ "Maybe the other maid would know?" $wife suggests. "Good thinking," you concur. ] (else:)[\ "Guess we should keep our eyes open?" $wife suggests. "Guess so," you concur. ] ] ] (else:)[\ (if: $HelgaWarned)[Helga's](else:)[The maid's] body lies in the same heap on the bed, unmoved from before. ] (button:)[[[Leave her for now|Guest room 1]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Dust body")[(button:)[[[Wipe the dust and grime off of her|Dust body]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Maid quarters" and (history:) does not contain "Move body")[(button:)[[[Move her to the servants' quarters to recharge|Move body]]]] }

You step over to the dusty chaise, taking it in. There's an odd "hump" to one end that looks like it would be quite awkward to sit or lay on. "What's with the crooked couch?" you ask to no one in particular, staring at the uncomfortable bump. "Pretty sure that's a sex couch," $wife says. "You know... more comfortable for leaning over while you get railed from behind." The image of $wife bent over the chaise plays through your head,(if: $wifeBust > 1)[ her new oversized tits squashed beneath her torso as she lies face down in front of you,] ass and pussy propped up at the perfect height... You clear your throat. "Makes sense," you say. She raises an eyebrow and continues looking around the room. (button:)[[[Leave the sex couch alone|Guest room 1]]]

{ (if: (history:) contains "Wardrobe Gr2")[\ This wardrobe is a near identical copy of the one in the other guest room. You catch a stray part of your brain even wondering how unique the cobweb and dust patterns are between the two. Lingerie, toys, bondage gear, etc. More sex stuff, but nothing else of note. ] (else:)[\ (if: visits is 1)[\ You open the doors of the wardrobe and a string of cobweb is pulled apart and left to waft in the air. ] Inside, the wardrobe is filled with a variety of skimpy lingerie, and a collection of chains, restraints, clamps, and sex toys of varying sizes and shapes hang from the inside panels of the doors. The wardrobe has provided no real protection from the dust that litters the rest of the floor and room. (if: visits is 1)[\ "She was really obsessed with boobs and sex, huh?" $wife mutters. "Seems that way," you agree, feeling something stir within you as you gaze upon the erotic paraphernalia. ] ] } (button:)[[[Return to the rest of the room|Guest room 1]]]

The digital eyes on Olga's screen give a quick //blink// animation, and she tilts her head to the side slightly. "I'm sorry, but Lady VanBusen has declared that room to be off limits to all guests of the house. I am not at liberty to disclose any further information," she say robotically before tilting her head back into neutral position. { (if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ "Your 'master' has a terrified woman locked in there against her will!" $wife cries, stepping aggressively toward the maid. Olga does not respond. "We should have you shut down for assisting in a kidnapping!!!" $wife continues on her tirade. "Yeah," you throw in, "we're getting her out of here and calling the cops!" Olga steps forward casually, her digital smile unchanging. She stands stock still in place for one moment before speaking. "I can assure you that no crime has taken place. The voice you heard is lying to you. I cannot divulge further information, but please know that no one is in danger, as long as you do stay far from that door." "Whatever," $wife snaps as she turns and marches toward the door out of the room. (button:)[[[Follow her|Foyer 1F]]] ] (else:)[\ "Ooh, a mystery," $wife says with pointed sarcasm. "Seriously, what's with the creepy door?" "I'm sorry, but Lady VanBusen has declared that room to be off limits to all guests of the house. I am not at liberty to disclose any further information," Olga repeats her previous response verbatim. You decide to try a different tactic. "How long has the door been boarded?" you ask. Olga takes a moment, presumably processing just how much information she is able to divulge. After a long few seconds, she answers, "One thousand, six-hundred and thirty-seven days, eleven hours, thirteen minutes, and twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six seconds." You do some quick math before answering, "So around the time the lady of the house went missing." "Maybe she's locked in there..." $wife says, worried. "Or her body, anyway..." "Lady VanBusen is not in that room," Olga interjects assertively. "How do you know? Can you be certain?" $wife demands of the robot. "I am certain because I do possess the information of what is in the room. I am simply unable to disclose this information to guests." "Do you know //where// your master is?" you pry. "I do not. My apologies. I am sure she will return momentarily." $wife looks at you, "Well, //that// was a dead end line of questioning..." Olga waits patiently for another question. (button:)[[["Uh, nevermind."|Foyer 1F]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo boobs")[(button:)[[["I have to ask... as a robot, what exactly are your boobs made of?"|Maid convo boobs]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo threesome")[(button:)[[["Would you, hypothetically, be up for a threesome with the two of us?"|Maid convo threesome]]] ] (if: $doorLocked and (history:) contains "Locked door")[(button:)[[["Um... I think our room upstairs is locked."|Maid unlock]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about your master?"|Maid convo master]]] ] (if: $HelgaWarned and (history:) does not contain "Guest room 1" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga")[(button:)[[["Do you know what happened to the other maid?"|Maid convo Helga]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is false)[(button:)[[["The other maid needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ](else-if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is true)[(button:)[[["Helga needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ] (if: $devilWarned is true and $devilRitualKnown is false and (history:) does not contain "Devil Summoning" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo devil")[(button:)[[["How do we summon this devil we've heard about?"|Maid convo devil]]] ] (if: $seenKeypad is true and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo code")[(button:)[[["Do you know the code to the keypad upstairs?"|Maid convo code]]] ] (if: $HelgaMoved is true and (history:) does not contain "Helga convo")[(button:)[[["We need to talk to Helga."|Helga convo]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Foyer 2F" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo dust")[(button:)[[["What's up with the upstairs being so filthy, when this floor is clean?"|Maid convo dust]]] ] ] }

"My deepest apologies," Olga says in her robotic sing-song voice. "Please, allow me to correct this mistake." You and $wife share a glance and a shrug. (if: $wifeBust > 3)[You then take the liberty of enjoying another glance of your own at $wife's ample breasts. //Later//, you tell yourself. //Later//.] Olga wobbles forward past you and out of her quarters and into the cavernous foyer. You both follow her up the stairs. The effort to not look up her microscopic skirt at her plump behind is herculean, but you think you pulled it off well enough. Temptation is all around you. { (if: $wifeBust > 3 and $takeBra is false)[\ $wife grunts as she struggles to push up the stairs with each step, holding the railing for dear life. "You okay?" you ask, concerned. "Yeah," she sighs. "Balancing is kind of a bitch with these..." She slaps her exposed chest with an open palm, sending visible ripples through the flesh. You watch until the breasts become still once more and look up to her eyes. "I can see where that would be an issue." You think for a moment before calling up the stairs, "Hey, Olga, mind giving $wife here a hand with the balance?" "Absolutely," she says with a digitally chipper tone. The maid then turns around and comes bouncing back down the steps before placing an arm firmly around $wife's midsection. "Whoa!" $wife yelps sharply, seemingly from surprise more than pain or objection. Then, as she is quickly ushered up the stairs past you, "Wow, you're strong!" You follow after the pair of buxom ladies. ] } At the top of the stairs, Olga turns to you both and asks, "Pardon, but which was your assigned room? The Lady has not yet informed me." "It's that one," $wife says, pointing down the right hallway. "The locked one on the right." "Of course," Olga replies, moving toward the room. "Allow me." She then immediately sends her right hand well past the wrist down into her sea of cleavage, removing it just as quickly and leaving a tumult of seismic boob activity in its wake. In the hand now rests a keyring with a handful of ornate keys. She selects one and drives it into the keyhole just below the door's knob, giving it a turn. An audible //click// indicates that you're home free. "There you are," she says, her tone as apologetic as it is robotic. "Please, accept my apologies for the inconvenience, and enjoy your stay here. I am always at your service." She then turns on her heals and makes a quick exit, leaving you both at the now unlocked door. (set: $doorLocked to false) "Shall we?" $wife asks, making an overt "after you" gesture. (button:)[[[Enter the room|Guest room 1]]] (button:)[[[Not yet|Hallway 2Fa]]]

"My master is Lilith VanBusen, the lady of the house," Olga says in her flat, robotic inflection, her digital face giving no hint of emotion. You wait for several moments before you realize that there's no further information coming. "Can you tell us anything more about her?" $wife chimes in. "We'd love to know more about our wonderful host. For example, where she is?" "My apologies. I do not know her current location. I am sure she will return momentarily," Olga replies unhelpfully. "When did you last see your master?" you attempt to pry even an iota of useful information from the maid. "It has been one thousand, four-hundred and eighty-four days, seven hours, and seven, eight, nine, ten seconds since I last saw my master." "Okay, now we're getting somewhere," you muse with an approving nod to the maid. { (if: (history:) contains "Journal 14")[\ "That would line up with the diary entry about the nanite chamber," $wife says to you. "We need to find her lab." Then, to Olga, "Can you tell us where the lady's laboratory is located?" Olga gives a little tilt of her head and says, "I am sorry. I am not permitted to share that information with guests." (if: $seenKeypad)["Bet you anything it's the keypad upstairs," you say assuredly. "No shit, genius," $wife snipes playfully. ] (else:)["Guess we look until we find it," you say. $wife nods in agreement.(if: $wifeBust >= 2)[ Her breasts wobble likewise from the sudden motion.] ] ] (else:)[\ "Guess we need to keep looking around if we're going to solve that mystery," $wife says. You give an //affirmative// nod. ] } Olga stands rooted in place, not responding to your commentary. She seems eager for another request. (button:)[[["Uh, nevermind."|Foyer 1F]]] { (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo boobs")[(button:)[[["I have to ask... as a robot, what exactly are your boobs made of?"|Maid convo boobs]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo threesome")[(button:)[[["Would you, hypothetically, be up for a threesome with the two of us?"|Maid convo threesome]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Hallway 2Fb" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Countess" and $ghostWarned is false)[(button:)[[["We were curious about the boarded door upstairs."|Maid convo Countess]]] ] (if: $doorLocked and (history:) contains "Locked door")[(button:)[[["Um... I think our room upstairs is locked."|Maid unlock]]] ] (if: $HelgaWarned and (history:) does not contain "Guest room 1" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga")[(button:)[[["Do you know what happened to the other maid?"|Maid convo Helga]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is false)[(button:)[[["The other maid needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ](else-if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is true)[(button:)[[["Helga needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ] (if: $devilWarned is true and $devilRitualKnown is false and (history:) does not contain "Devil Summoning" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo devil")[(button:)[[["How do we summon this devil we've heard about?"|Maid convo devil]]] ] (if: $seenKeypad is true and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo code")[(button:)[[["Do you know the code to the keypad upstairs?"|Maid convo code]]] ] (if: $HelgaMoved is true and (history:) does not contain "Helga convo")[(button:)[[["We need to talk to Helga."|Helga convo]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Foyer 2F" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo dust")[(button:)[[["What's up with the upstairs being so filthy, when this floor is clean?"|Maid convo dust]]] ] }

"I presume you are referring to my master's other maid, Helga," the robot maid responds. "Yeah, why isn't she here?" $wife presses. "I do not possess this information," Olga answers, offering no elaboration. "Don't possess it or won't disclose it?" you ask her to clarify. "I do not possess this information. If I did possess this information, I would most likely be able to share it, as both Helga and myself are here to assist our master and her guests." { (if: (history:) contains "Body")[\ "What if we told you she was upstairs, deactivated?" $wife offers. "That would be highly improbable," Olga answers, her digital face offering no clue to her feelings, if she even has them. You push the thought aside as she continues, "We are set to return to our quarters here and recharge when our batteries drop below 40% power remaining." Olga turns mechanically at her waist and waves an arm toward the charging pods on the wall behind her like she was a gameshow stage girl unveiling a grand prize. You watch as her huge breasts continue to sway and wobble from the motion well after the rest of her has come to a complete stop. The movement is so pronounced that you are amazed that her skimpy uniform can keep itself pulled up over her chest throughout. You begin to wonder if the outfit is actually attached in some way. But the other outfits in the room would suggest that she can change out of it so maybe... your mind is wandering again. //Focus//, you think to yourself. "Well, that didn't happen," you say, bringing your thoughts back to the conversation at hand. "She's out cold up there. In the room you unlocked for us." "Do you know how that //could// happen?" $wife asks. "To override her programming, our master would need to give a new command and issue a secure code to confirm the change. It is unlikely that Lady VanBusen would issue such counterproductive orders." "Could someone else give the order if they had the code?" $wife asks. You're stricken by her clever thinking. You always love a good reminder of how smart she is. (if: $wifeBust >= 3)[You also love looking at her newly grown melons, fully on display beneath her sad top. She seems to be unbothered by her nudity anymore.] "We are each equipped with voice authentication software. It is quite unlikely that someone could perfectly mimic our master's voice and possess the overriding code." "But if they could, that would let them do that," you seek to confirm. "Correct." You share a look with $wife. There's a potential solution to the odd dilemma. (if: (history:) contains "Devil convo events")[It seems the devil's version of events was accurate.] ] (else-if: (history:) contains "Foyer 2F" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo dust")[\ "Any chance she's the one in charge of dusting the upstairs?" $wife pries. "That is correct," Olga replies. "Ah," you nod as it becomes clear, "well, she hasn't done that in probably a few years..." "I do apologize if the cleanliness of the home is not up to your standards. I will ensure that she cleans the upstairs again just as soon as she returns." You stare into Olga's pixelated eyes, but there isn't a hint of sarcasm in her robotic tone. Why would there be? Is a robot even capable of being a smart-ass? You let it go with a sideways eyeroll and glance to $wife, who seems to understand and agree. ] } "Is there anything further, dear guests?" Olga asks, standing there, hands clasped in front of her chest so that her forearms squeeze against the mounds of tantalizing robo boob, awaiting further orders or questions. (button:)[[["Uh, nevermind."|Foyer 1F]]] { (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo boobs")[(button:)[[["I have to ask... as a robot, what exactly are your boobs made of?"|Maid convo boobs]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo threesome")[(button:)[[["Would you, hypothetically, be up for a threesome with the two of us?"|Maid convo threesome]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Hallway 2Fb" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Countess" and $ghostWarned is false)[(button:)[[["We were curious about the boarded door upstairs."|Maid convo Countess]]] ] (if: $doorLocked and (history:) contains "Locked door")[(button:)[[["Um... I think our room upstairs is locked."|Maid unlock]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about your master?"|Maid convo master]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is false)[(button:)[[["The other maid needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ](else-if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is true)[(button:)[[["Helga needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ] (if: $devilWarned is true and $devilRitualKnown is false and (history:) does not contain "Devil Summoning" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo devil")[(button:)[[["How do we summon this devil we've heard about?"|Maid convo devil]]] ] (if: $seenKeypad is true and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo code")[(button:)[[["Do you know the code to the keypad upstairs?"|Maid convo code]]] ] (if: $HelgaMoved is true and (history:) does not contain "Helga convo")[(button:)[[["We need to talk to Helga."|Helga convo]]] ] }

(if: $wifeMood is "jealous" and $wifeBust >= 4)["$player!" $wife shrieks, her face visibly turning red even in the flashlight's dim illumination. "I get it. It's been a wild, //confusing at times//, night, but what are you //doing//?!"](else:)["$player!" $wife shrieks, disbelief weighing heavily in her voice. "You realize your //wife// is right here, right? And you're propositioning a robot maid for //SEX//?!"] Before you can respond, Olga begins to speak, "It is my purpose to ensure that all of my master's guests' needs are fulfilled. If you wish for me to join you both in sexual acts, I will do so." $wife's gaze alternates between the two of you, her jaw hanging open and her eyes filling with a swirl of intense emotions. Before she can get any angrier with you, you hold up a hand to the maid. "That won't be necessary, Olga," you say, giving $wife a //hear me out// glance. "But it's good to know that you are able to help us out if we need you. Are there any limitations to your assistance we should know?" Understanding plays across $wife's face. She seems to accept that you were trying to push boundaries in order to learn what Olga would do to help. You mentally exhale in relief. You should really be careful not to let all the boobage fully control you until you get out of this... titty minefield... Olga's unchanging digital face stares at you as she replies to your question, "I am unable to harm any guest. I am unable to divulge protected information about my master, her household, or other guests. I am unable to override another legitimate command from my master or another guest, unless that command is accompanied by an authorization code from my master." "Hmm... good to know," $wife muses. "For sure," you agree, still sweating a bit from the close call. "May I assist you with anything further?" Olga asks. { (button:)[[["Uh, nevermind."|Foyer 1F]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo boobs")[(button:)[[["I have to ask... as a robot, what exactly are your boobs made of?"|Maid convo boobs]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Hallway 2Fb" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Countess" and $ghostWarned is false)[(button:)[[["We were curious about the boarded door upstairs."|Maid convo Countess]]] ] (if: $doorLocked and (history:) contains "Locked door")[(button:)[[["Um... I think our room upstairs is locked."|Maid unlock]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about your master?"|Maid convo master]]] ] (if: $HelgaWarned and (history:) does not contain "Guest room 1" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga")[(button:)[[["Do you know what happened to the other maid?"|Maid convo Helga]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is false)[(button:)[[["The other maid needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ](else-if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is true)[(button:)[[["Helga needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ] (if: $devilWarned is true and $devilRitualKnown is false and (history:) does not contain "Devil Summoning" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo devil")[(button:)[[["How do we summon this devil we've heard about?"|Maid convo devil]]] ] (if: $seenKeypad is true and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo code")[(button:)[[["Do you know the code to the keypad upstairs?"|Maid convo code]]] ] (if: $HelgaMoved is true and (history:) does not contain "Helga convo")[(button:)[[["We need to talk to Helga."|Helga convo]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Foyer 2F" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo dust")[(button:)[[["What's up with the upstairs being so filthy, when this floor is clean?"|Maid convo dust]]] ] }

(set: $HelgaMoved to true)"I am sorry," Olga says, tilting her head as her digital smile flips into a faint frown. "My directive is to assist Miss VanBusen's guests and carry out my household duties. Assisting Helga (set: $HelgaWarned to true)with her duties is outside my programming." "Well, shit," you say flatly. $wife steps forward and says to Olga, "Okay, how about this? Helga is on our bed in the guestroom upstairs that you unlocked for us. And she's unresponsive. We can't move her ourselves, so would you please get her out of the bed. Maybe bring her down here to recharge so she's out of //our// bed?" "What she said," you add with a nod toward $wife. Olga looks back and forth between the two of you for a moment before her eyes become carets again and she says, "I am so very sorry about the inconvenience. I will remove Helga immediately. She should not be resting in your bed. It is very unprofessional. This will not happen again." Without hesitation, Olga walks briskly past you. Her movements are so smooth that it's obvious she's not human. You and $wife walk out into the foyer behind her. $wife aims the flashlight up the stairs as the maid is already ascending more quickly and gracefully than any living creature ever could. As she nears the top of the stairs, you can clearly see the perfectly round, pillowy curves of her buttocks hanging from beneath the frills of her uniform skirt. With each stair step, you can see the supple artificial flesh of her behind swaying left and right. After a brief moment of blissful voyeurism, $wife seems to catch on and the flashlight beam is hastily moved away from Olga. At the top of the stairs, Olga turns right to head down the hallway. A faint scuffle can be heard in the bedroom for just a moment. Seconds later, Olga returns to the upstairs landing with her fellow maid-bot slung over her shoulder, arms dangling limply in front and her head planted face-first into Olga's impressive breasts. Helga's own breasts are compressed somewhere in the space between her torso and Olga's collarbone and breasts. The conscious maid carries her counterpart effortlessly, like she weighs no more than a pound. "Good lord," $wife whispers. "How strong //is// she?" "Really, really strong," you say, unsure what else you possibly //could// say. In moments, Olga is down the stairs and back in the maid's quarters, standing Helga up in the previously empty charging dock. Once upright, the unconscious maid falls backward a few inches, plopping into the dock as the shockwave ripples through her wobbling melons(if: not $dusted)[ and a cloud of dust billows out from her]. "Your bed is now cleared," Olga says, turning back to the two of you as you stand just inside the doorway. "Is there anything else I can do for you? (button:)[[["Uh, nevermind."|Foyer 1F]]] { (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo boobs")[(button:)[[["I have to ask... as a robot, what exactly are your boobs made of?"|Maid convo boobs]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo threesome")[(button:)[[["Would you, hypothetically, be up for a threesome with the two of us?"|Maid convo threesome]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Hallway 2Fb" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Countess" and $ghostWarned is false)[(button:)[[["We were curious about the boarded door upstairs."|Maid convo Countess]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about your master?"|Maid convo master]]] ] (if: $devilWarned and $devilRitualKnown is false and (history:) does not contain "Devil Summoning" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo devil")[(button:)[[["How do we summon this devil we've heard about?"|Maid convo devil]]] ] (if: $seenKeypad is true and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo code")[(button:)[[["Do you know the code to the keypad upstairs?"|Maid convo code]]] ] (if: $HelgaMoved is true and (history:) does not contain "Helga convo")[(button:)[[["We need to talk to Helga."|Helga convo]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Foyer 2F" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo dust")[(button:)[[["What's up with the upstairs being so filthy, when this floor is clean?"|Maid convo dust]]] ] }

"I am afraid I do not understand the request," Olga says, her pixelated face changing to a frown with a single blue digital tear below the left eye. "Please try restating your question." "How do we summon the devil here in the house?" $wife states, drawing out each syllable like an agressive tourist trying to brute force someone into understanding their language. "I am afraid I do not understand the request. Please try restating your question," Olga repeats, unmoving. "Is there a devil that has been summoned and bound in this manor?" you ask clearly. "I am unaware of any such entity," the maid answers. "Could you tell us, even if you //did// know about such an entity?" $wife asks, working at the programmed defenses, poking around for a weakness. "I would not be able to disclose such information," Olga responds predictably. "Okay then," you say to $wife. "No help there." "Nope," she agrees with a frustrated huff. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[Her enlarged chest heaves and wobbles with the action. You take notice.] "May I help you with something else?" Olga asks with her digital smile returned. "You didn't help us with this thing," $wife mutters under her breath. Olga doesn't seem to take notice. (button:)[[["Uh, nevermind."|Foyer 1F]]] { (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo boobs")[(button:)[[["I have to ask... as a robot, what exactly are your boobs made of?"|Maid convo boobs]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo threesome")[(button:)[[["Would you, hypothetically, be up for a threesome with the two of us?"|Maid convo threesome]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Hallway 2Fb" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Countess" and $ghostWarned is false)[(button:)[[["We were curious about the boarded door upstairs."|Maid convo Countess]]] ] (if: $doorLocked and (history:) contains "Locked door")[(button:)[[["Um... I think our room upstairs is locked."|Maid unlock]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about your master?"|Maid convo master]]] ] (if: $HelgaWarned and (history:) does not contain "Guest room 1" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga")[(button:)[[["Do you know what happened to the other maid?"|Maid convo Helga]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is false)[(button:)[[["The other maid needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ](else-if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is true)[(button:)[[["Helga needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ] (if: $seenKeypad is true and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo code")[(button:)[[["Do you know the code to the keypad upstairs?"|Maid convo code]]] ] (if: $HelgaMoved is true and (history:) does not contain "Helga convo")[(button:)[[["We need to talk to Helga."|Helga convo]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Foyer 2F" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo dust")[(button:)[[["What's up with the upstairs being so filthy, when this floor is clean?"|Maid convo dust]]] ] }

"I do not know that code. Also, if I did, I would not be permitted to share it with guests without an overriding command from my master," Olga rattles off the answer rapidly. "Fair enough," you reply. "It was worth a shot," $wife adds with a shrug and a supportive nod. "Is there anything else?" Olga prompts. (button:)[[["Uh, nevermind."|Foyer 1F]]] { (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo boobs")[(button:)[[["I have to ask... as a robot, what exactly are your boobs made of?"|Maid convo boobs]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo threesome")[(button:)[[["Would you, hypothetically, be up for a threesome with the two of us?"|Maid convo threesome]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Hallway 2Fb" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Countess" and $ghostWarned is false)[(button:)[[["We were curious about the boarded door upstairs."|Maid convo Countess]]] ] (if: $doorLocked and (history:) contains "Locked door")[(button:)[[["Um... I think our room upstairs is locked."|Maid unlock]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about your master?"|Maid convo master]]] ] (if: $HelgaWarned and (history:) does not contain "Guest room 1" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga")[(button:)[[["Do you know what happened to the other maid?"|Maid convo Helga]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is false)[(button:)[[["The other maid needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ](else-if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is true)[(button:)[[["Helga needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ] (if: $devilWarned is true and $devilRitualKnown is false and (history:) does not contain "Devil Summoning" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo devil")[(button:)[[["How do we summon this devil we've heard about?"|Maid convo devil]]] ] (if: $HelgaMoved is true and (history:) does not contain "Helga convo")[(button:)[[["We need to talk to Helga."|Helga convo]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Foyer 2F" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo dust")[(button:)[[["What's up with the upstairs being so filthy, when this floor is clean?"|Maid convo dust]]] ] }

$wife moves around to the foot of the bed and leans over to collect the maid's arms. (if: $wifeBust >= 3 and $takeBra is false)[Leaned over like that, her naked, enormous breasts look incredible, hanging beneath her in gravity's loving embrace.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 3 and $takeBra is true)[Leaned over like that, you can't help but marvel at how perky and bouyant her giant tits are, cradled in the unbelievably light cups of that glowing bra from the bedroom. They wobble faintly, like a cork in still water, but gravity's grasp is fruitless against that bra.] At the side of the bed, you reach down to take each of her ankles in your hands(if: not $dusted)[, taking care to first knock the bulk of the cobwebs and junk from her]. You extend your legs and lift, but, while you're able to lift the legs up, getting anywhere with the rest of her bulk isn't happening. The muscles in your back and thighs seize up, refusing to budge. "Holy shit!" you grunt through the exertion, eventually giving in and letting her legs drop back into their awkward position off the bed. A plume of dust wafts in the air from your labored exhalations and the small fraction of movement you were able to affect on the body. "Same here," $wife says, breathing heavily. "She's not going anywhere. Must weigh half a ton..." A thought occurs to you. "If she's a robot," you say aloud, "then she's got to be full of metal, motors, sensors, etc. She's basically a sexy Spot." $wife looks at you, unblinking. "The robot dog thing from Boston Dynamics?" you explain. She continues to stare before just shrugging. "I've got some videos to show you when all this is over," you say, letting your arms drop to your sides. "Well, we're not going to be able to move her, so now what?" You look around the room, breathing deeply and trying to think of something. (if: $takeBra)[Your gaze drifts toward your wife's chest, hefted weightlessly by the strange bra.] (if: $metOlga)[(button:)[[["Maybe we could get Olga to help move her."|Guest room 1]]]](else:)[(button:)[[["Guess we'll have to keep a look out for some way to move her."|Guest room 1]]]] (if: $takeBra)[(button:)[[["We //might// be able to use that bra..."|Move with bra]]]]

"Give me a hand," you say to $wife, stepping forward to lean over the body. "She deserves better than this." (set: $dusted to true) She moves closer to you as you begin lightly brushing away the detritus to reveal the maid beneath. Taking a handkerchief from her purse, she reaches out and joins you in dusting off the poor thing. { (if: $wifeBust >= 3)[\ You look over and get a good eyeful of $wife's swaying melons. (if: $takeBra)[Even with the assistance of the gravity devying bra she swiped from the master closet, the near weightless bob of those orbs is intoxicating to you.](else:)[The pair of orbs bob and swing with each motion she makes, her enlarged nipples oscillating to and fro like seismometers during a quake.] Your attention is torn away from her chest, though, when you feel your bare hand slap against something soft and bouncy. The additional sensation of lacy fabric against your fingers pulls your gaze to the place where you've unintentionally begun to focus your dusting efforts on the maid's impressive bosom. Her left breast is still wobbling wildly from your touch. "'Deserves better than this,' huh?" $wife says accusatorily, though her tone is light. "You just looking for a reason to feel her up?" "No! I swear!" you throw your hands up in mock surrender. "I got distracted and didn't realize where I was touching..." "Distracted? You?" $wife says with a grin, casually rocking back and forth to cause her own melons to jiggle temptingly. ] (else:)[\ The two of you work at removing the sad layer of muck from the body for several minutes. All the while, you are careful to watch where you touch. You know in your mind that you're looking at an inhuman robot, but you still feel it would be wrong to cop a feel while she's unconscious. "Taking it all in?" $wife prods you teasingly. You catch her eye and she jerks her head toward the woman's ample breasts. "If you stared any harder, you'd bore a hole in her." "I was... actually focusing on //not// feeling her up during this whole process," you say in your defense. "Guess I was a little too focused on it." "Calm down, I'm only teasing," she replies with a chuckle. You can feel your face growing hot. You're unsure if it's the teasing or all the boobage floating around the place. ] } Another minute of brushing away dust and webs and the maid's lifeless form is beginning to look less like a corpse. After cleaning the grime from the black screen embedded in her face, the illusion of it being an infinite void of a hole is much easier to fall into. You really wish the screen were on and showing anything but that empty blackness. "Alright," $wife says while shaking the crud from her handkerchief by flicking it repeatedly in the air. "Now what do we do with her?" (button:)[[[Leave her for now|Guest room 1]]] (if: (history:) contains "Maid quarters")[(button:)[[[Move her to the servants' quarters to recharge|Move body]]]]

"Wait, what?!" $wife asks incredulously. "I mean, think about it," you make the case. "That bra is able to hoist your new knockers like they're cotton candy or something. Maybe if we can get her up on your chest, you can shimmy downstairs with her balanced on your tits and--" "Do I look like a fucking forklift to you?" $wife all but shouts, her buoyant bosom bobbing with each punctuated syllable. "Well, no, but--" "Look, I know my tits are //WAY// bigger than they used to be, but they're not big enough to load a whole fucking robo maid up on top of them to just whisk her away like a leaf on the breeze!" You look away sheepishly. "It was just an idea," you finally provide in your defense. "Well it was a stupid fucking idea. My new, glorious gazongas are not for powerlifting..." Silence weighs on the room as she trails off. Eventually, she adds in a playful tone, "If anything, they're for motorboating..." You feel yourself perk up immediately at the thought. "Later. At home," she adds hastily. "Fair enough," you agree. (if: $metOlga)[(button:)[[["Guess we'll need to ask for Olga's help after all..."|Guest room 1]]]](else:)[(button:)[[["Guess we'll have to think of something else..."|Guest room 1]]]]

"Please," Olga says, gesturing to her motionless, (if: $dusted is false)[moderately dusty, ]ponytailed doppelganger in the other charging bay. Following her lead, you move closer to the robot maid, her black oval of a face showing only the green lightning bolt "charging" icon. "Excuse me, Helga?" you say timidly, feeling like you're trying to wake her from a nap. The screen flickers for a moment before changing to the familiar pixelated smiley face you've seen on Olga. However, Helga's face is marred by smattering of vertical one-pixel-wide lines which run the full length of the screen, top to bottom, passing directly over her left "eye." The prodigal maid steps forward out of the charging bay and says only "Greetings, dear gueeeeeee--" before her screen goes black and she collapses forward directly into you, knocking you back as she crumples up on top of you(if: $dusted is false)[, a plume of dust blossoming up from her impact and causing you to hack and cough]. Your whole world goes pitch black as everything that you can see and feel is suddenly replaced by the gargantuan pair of artificial breasts attached to Helga, now enveloping your face fully. You are positively burried in her cleavage as the crippling weight of her robotic form pins you flat to the ground. You struggle to inhale as the breast flesh blocks your mouth and nose from sucking in much air and her weight compresses your torso and lungs. //This is not how I expected it all to end//, you think to yourself as a piece of lacy detail on her top tickles your cheek. All things considered, you can think of worse ways to die. "Oh my! Apologies for my colleague!" you hear Olga's muffled cry from somewhere beyond your great cleavage coffin. "Allow me!" Moments later, she effortlessly scoops up Helga's body, placing it neatly back on the charging pad. You inhale deeply, filling your lungs to their max. You're not dying smothered by cleavage tonight. At least not yet... "Are you okay?!" $wife shouts from her position crouched down beside you. You aren't sure when she got there. "I'm fine," you reassure her. "I'm sure you are," she snips with a smirk. Her face is torn between //unamused// and //deeply relieved// expressions. "I thought you were a goner for a minute." "So did I," you agree, your mind giddy from the experience, and probably the adrenaline. $wife takes your arm and helps you back up to your feet. (if: $wifeBust > 2)[She seems to be struggling a bit to stand herself, given her newfound imbalance.] In her dock, Helga's face flickers white for a second before returning to the small charging icon. Olga returns to her place near the entrance and stands perfectly still, seemingly waiting for more requests or questions. "Can she not speak to us while on the charger?" $wife asks Olga. "I do apologize, but we are programmed to exit our charging docks before speaking with guests. Lady VanBusen sees it as rude for her staff to engage with guests while resting." "Sounds about right," you add flatly. "And I suppose you can't change that programming?" "That is correct. Only the master may use her override code to change programming directives." "We're trying to figure out what //happened// to your master!" $wife shouts at the obstinate bot. "My master will return soon," Olga says flatly. $wife sighs, defeated. "I think we need a different approach," you say. { (if: (history:) contains "Journal 15")[\ "Didn't Lilith's journal have a note scratched in the back about only herself and //Meloni// being able to give commands?" "Right!" $wife agrees. "The nymph!" "I think we have our different approach," you say, feeling self-assured. ] (else:)[\ "I think so," $wife agrees. ] } Olga stands in her spot, patiently waiting. (button:)[[["Uh, nevermind."|Foyer 1F]]] { (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo boobs")[(button:)[[["I have to ask... as a robot, what exactly are your boobs made of?"|Maid convo boobs]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo threesome")[(button:)[[["Would you, hypothetically, be up for a threesome with the two of us?"|Maid convo threesome]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Hallway 2Fb" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Countess" and $ghostWarned is false)[(button:)[[["We were curious about the boarded door upstairs."|Maid convo Countess]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about your master?"|Maid convo master]]] ] (if: $devilWarned is true and $devilRitualKnown is false and (history:) does not contain "Devil Summoning" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo devil")[(button:)[[["How do we summon this devil we've heard about?"|Maid convo devil]]] ] (if: $seenKeypad is true and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo code")[(button:)[[["Do you know the code to the keypad upstairs?"|Maid convo code]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Foyer 2F" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo dust")[(button:)[[["What's up with the upstairs being so filthy, when this floor is clean?"|Maid convo dust]]] ] }

{ (if: not $HelgaMoved)[\ "I do apologize if the cleanliness of the home is not up to your standards. I will ensure that the other maid cleans the upstairs again just as soon as she returns," Olga says in her simultaneously flat and melodic robot digitized voice. "Are... are you sure she's coming back?" you ask. "I am sure she will be back soon." "Uh huh..." $wife seems as unconvinced as you are. ] (else:)[\ "I do apologize if the cleanliness of the home is not up to your standars. I will have Helga begin cleaning it again as soon as she has recharged," Olga says in her simultaneously flat and melodic robot digitized voice as she gestures to the charging maid in the other dock. ] } "Can't you clean it? It seems like you're already keeping this floor clean," you suggest. "I am sorry, but cleaning the upstairs is not part of my programming," Olga states. "I apologize for the inconvenience." "It's like arguing with a phone menu," $wife mutters, exasperated. You nod. "Is there anything else?" Olga asks. (button:)[[["Uh, nevermind."|Foyer 1F]]] { (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo boobs")[(button:)[[["I have to ask... as a robot, what exactly are your boobs made of?"|Maid convo boobs]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo threesome")[(button:)[[["Would you, hypothetically, be up for a threesome with the two of us?"|Maid convo threesome]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Hallway 2Fb" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Countess" and $ghostWarned is false)[(button:)[[["We were curious about the boarded door upstairs."|Maid convo Countess]]] ] (if: $doorLocked and (history:) contains "Locked door")[(button:)[[["Um... I think our room upstairs is locked."|Maid unlock]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about your master?"|Maid convo master]]] ] (if: $HelgaWarned and (history:) does not contain "Guest room 1" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga")[(button:)[[["Do you know what happened to the other maid?"|Maid convo Helga]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is false)[(button:)[[["The other maid needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ](else-if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is true)[(button:)[[["Helga needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ] (if: $devilWarned is true and $devilRitualKnown is false and (history:) does not contain "Devil Summoning" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo devil")[(button:)[[["How do we summon this devil we've heard about?"|Maid convo devil]]] ] (if: $seenKeypad is true and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo code")[(button:)[[["Do you know the code to the keypad upstairs?"|Maid convo code]]] ] (if: $HelgaMoved is true and (history:) does not contain "Helga convo")[(button:)[[["We need to talk to Helga."|Helga convo]]] ] }

Olga cups her hands under her bosom, the dainty human-looking hands disappearing beneath the hefty shelf of tits jutting from her torso. She lifts slightly causing a ripple in the breast as the pair of jugs shift around inside her tiny costume. "My breasts are comprised primarily of a proprietary silicone mixture covered with a hyper-realistic, internally warmed synthetic flesh meant to mimic human skin as closely as possible in both texture and temperature," she explains as you take in the immensity of the view before you. She then adds, "Would you like to feel them?" Your brain stutters at that last bit. You slowly turn your head to look at $wife. { (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")[\ Before you can meet her eyes, wife is pouncing forward with glee as she virtually shouts, "Hell yes, I want to feel them!" You don't know how to respond. What is life at this point? Is anything real? Are you living in a dream world? "$player! Feel these things!" $wife calls to you, snapping you out of your own head. You look over to see her hands buried in the wall of flesh before her. "They're super realistic!(if: $wifeBust > 1)[ I mean, my new ones are also super jiggly and warm and soft and... ahem... But yeah, these are super squishy and fun.]" "This feels like a trap," you mutter. "Look, I'm not saying to bang the sexy robot, but you really should come cop a quick feel." You waste no more time, in case $wife changes her tune. You step over and reach out, cautiously sinking your fingertips into the warm, wobbling flesh. The feeling is intoxicating. $wife was right that they are super realistic, though subtly springier than real breasts. You quickly pull your hand back, careful to not abuse the privilege you've been given by Olga and $wife. $wife follows your lead and stops her onslaught of fondling. You clear your throat and say to Olga, "They're very impressive." "Absolutely!" $wife adds with enthusiasm. "Thank you!" Olga replies with a faint head tilt and a small shift in her posture that causes her tits to wobble once more. You're certain it was intentional. ] (else:)[\ She's meeting your gaze with a raised eyebrow. "Thanks, but we'll pass..." you say. You're unsure, but you think you see a hint of disappointment on $wife's face. Interesting. ] } "How else may I be of assistance?" Olga prompts. (button:)[[["Uh, nevermind."|Foyer 1F]]] { (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo threesome")[(button:)[[["Would you, hypothetically, be up for a threesome with the two of us?"|Maid convo threesome]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Hallway 2Fb" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Countess" and $ghostWarned is false)[(button:)[[["We were curious about the boarded door upstairs."|Maid convo Countess]]] ] (if: $doorLocked and (history:) contains "Locked door")[(button:)[[["Um... I think our room upstairs is locked."|Maid unlock]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Maid convo master")[(button:)[[["What can you tell us about your master?"|Maid convo master]]] ] (if: $HelgaWarned and (history:) does not contain "Guest room 1" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga")[(button:)[[["Do you know what happened to the other maid?"|Maid convo Helga]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is false)[(button:)[[["The other maid needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ](else-if: (history:) contains "Body" and $HelgaMoved is false and $HelgaWarned is true)[(button:)[[["Helga needs your help."|Move Helga]]] ] (if: $devilWarned is true and $devilRitualKnown is false and (history:) does not contain "Devil Summoning" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo devil")[(button:)[[["How do we summon this devil we've heard about?"|Maid convo devil]]] ] (if: $seenKeypad is true and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo code")[(button:)[[["Do you know the code to the keypad upstairs?"|Maid convo code]]] ] (if: $HelgaMoved is true and (history:) does not contain "Helga convo")[(button:)[[["We need to talk to Helga."|Helga convo]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Foyer 2F" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo Helga" and (history:) does not contain "Maid convo dust")[(button:)[[["What's up with the upstairs being so filthy, when this floor is clean?"|Maid convo dust]]] ] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ "Oh my!" the curvy nymph gasps, her melon-esque breasts jumping from the sudden influx of air. "What has happened to her? Is she okay?" "Well, not really," $wife says, morose. "I have been so very afraid that something has happened to her for some time now. She was always the one to clean this room and tend to my fertilizing and watering. When both she and Miss VanBusen stopped coming to me, I feared the worst." "Well, we're pretty sure she'll be okay," you say, trying to cheer up the nymph. Your mind begins to replay images of Helga's busted face and sudden collapse. Then your thoughts wander back to her cavernous, weighty cleavage smothering you until Olga pulled her back off of you. Your blood begins to rush south, but you brush the memories aside. "We just need your help to find out what happened to her." "I am happy to help!" she chirps, her mood already brightening. "How may I be of assistance?" "Do you have a voice override thing that you can use on Helga and Olga?" $wife asks. "We need to change some of her programming." (if: not $nymphFree)[\ "I do have a code for overriding Helga's routines," the nymph confirms, "though it is keyed to my voice, so I would need you to get her here." She looks down at the massive planter in which she is burried up to her "knees." It's plainly obvious that she's not going anywhere. "Won't work," $wife says. "Her battery is in bad shape from where she sat dormant for so long. She might eventually be able to walk up here, but it could be ages, if at all. We tried to talk to her earlier, and she collapsed before she could say much of anything. We need to find a way to get you to her." "What if we have Olga carry the pot downstairs?" you offer as a potential solution. "It //might// be possible to do things that way, but I'm dreadfully worried that something could happen to my root system. It would mean my death..." "So not really worth the risk..." you say flatly. "I am so sorry," she says, a glint of moisture forming at the edge of her deep fuchsia eyes. "I wish there was some way." "Don't worry," $wife comforts her, placing a hand on the nymph's shoulder. In response, a single small vine uncoils from her upper arm and lays itself across $wife's hand tenderly. "We'll think of something." "Absolutely!" you agree. The nymph forces a broken smile. (button:)[[[Leave her be|Conservatory]]] ] (else:)[\ "Well," the nymph says, her tone somehow both serious and light and bubbly, "I can absolutely help you! Now that I have //THESE//!" With the last word, she pulls her left leg up and wraps her arms around the limb, pressing it tightly against her left breast, the green flesh squishing pleasantly as it is squeezed between calf and torso. Her flexibility is impressive, but her contortion has revealed the fact that her leaf "skirt" is woefully unable to cover her from all angles. You catch an eyeful of suprisingly human anatomy before forcing your eyes up. Meloni is grinning like a gleeful child as she shows off her shapely leg, wriggling her green toes tipped with nails the same color as her eyes and flower petal hair. She lets out a playful giggle before noticing your flustered expression. She seems to realize that she's given you a free show and she lets out a stifled shriek, suddenly toppling backward onto her pot. Her breasts and tummy jiggle forcefully as her vines unfurl to arrest her fall. "Balance might take some practice," you say to the nymph, offering your hand to help her up. $wife follows suit and the two of you are able to gracefully pull her back onto her newly acquired feet. "Do you humans normally take so long to learn these things?" the nymph asks, her tone filled with incredulity. "What? Minutes? Hours?" you stammer sarcastically. "We're lucky if we get it within a year. "Oh my!" Meloni gasps, placing her hands to her mouth and looking timidly from you to $wife and back. "I am so sorry. I did not mean to highlight your kind's inferiority!" "Good save," you say wryly.(if: $wifeBust < 4)[ $wife is glancing down at her own way of coming up short compared to the busty plant girl and trying her best to assume a "my tits are still awesome" posture. You glance away quickly to avoid making her more self-conscious.] "Well, if you want, we can escort you to Helga," $wife says, holding out an elbow for Meloni. You do the same. You are mildly surprised to find a woody, dry, yet still smooth and soft, vine wrapping itself around your arm, pulling gently as Meloni takes a few cautious steps forward. A near identical vine wraps around $wife's arm as well. "Okay, take it carefully," $wife encourages the nymph. "One step at a time." Gingerly, Meloni places her left foot ahead of her right, her chubby hips rocking to the side as she does. With a rock back the other way, her right foot moves forward, touching toes down on the wooden floor and gradually lowering her heal to step flat. "You've got it," you say. "Keep going." You, $wife, and Meloni slowly make your way out of the conservatory and to the hallway. Meloni cranes her head around, taking in every detail of the place. "It's probably been a while since you last saw this, huh?" you muse to the nymph. "Years," she confirms, her face a billboard of wonder. "I cannot believe that I am walking on legs of my very own!" You catch $wife's eye as you each look down at the vines tethering the nymp to you both. //Everybody needs a little help sometimes//, you think with a grin. $wife returns a likewise grin. After a few slow minutes of walking through the hall to the landing, Meloni stands at the top of the stairs down to the lower level. "This seems difficult," she mutters, cowering away from the top step. "You've got this," you encourage. "Just use your vines to hold onto the railings. One step down at a time." Meloni unfurls a new pair of vines and wraps them tightly around the bannisters. You see the vines grow taut for a moment before the nymph lifts lightly up from the floor. The vines wriggle and pull as she levitates down the stairs, no more than five inches above the steps. The vines around your and $wife's arms begin to twist and contort until you are both sitting on makeshift swings of vine and being hoisted down to the ground floor just behind the nymph. The sensation is exhillerating and rather unnerving. $wife gives off a high-pitched shriek but it is abruptly replaced with nervous laughter. At the bottom of the stairs, Meloni gently places you both down beside her. "I felt that method would be a bit less treacherous," she says, as though that were all the explanation needed. "That's certainly one way to get down stairs," $wife says, her face still betraying her feelings of unease at the ordeal. "I will make an effort to learn the 'proper' technique when time is less pressing," Meloni says earnestly. "Now where is Helga?" You show Meloni into the maids' quarters, where Olga once more steps forward with a jiggle to greet you all, "Greetings, dear guests. And good evening to you, Lady Meloni. How many I be of assistance?" "At ease, Miss Maid," $wife snips with a grin, "we're here for your colleague." Olga steps aside silently, only tilting her head in the usual manner. "Okay," you say to Meloni, "we need you to do your override thing and tell her to speak to us from her charging dock and not to leave it." "And that it's okay to answer any of our questions," $wife adds. "Good call," you say to her. "Yeah, that." "Very well," Meloni says, stepping up to the silent, charging maid before speaking again. "Helga, please do not leave your dock." The maid's face once more switches from the charging icon to the flickering, marred face screen as she speaks in a distant, hollow voice, "Hello, Miss Meloni, please enter override for new instruction." Meloni gives you both a knowing grin to say //it's working// and speaks in a clear, slow tone, "Override code one-nine-nine-nine-seven-two-zero-six." "Override confirmed," the maid answers, staying put in her dock this time. "Additionally, please answer any questions that $player and $wife may ask you." "Acknowledged. Please enter override for new instruction." Meloni repeats the override and waves a single leafy vine toward the maid in a //she's all yours gesture.// You step forward and clear your throat. Hopefully this works. "Hello, Helga?" you say hesitantly. The maid turns her head toward you while not moving her body. The eerie smoothness of Olga's movements are absent. Replaced by a faint jerking, catching to the motion. The line of miscolored pixels that runs down her face like a scar only adds to the unease. "How may I help you?" she asks. "Can you please tell us what happened to you?" you ask her. "Specifically, why were you switched off in the bedroom with the door locked?" $wife clarifies. You give her a nod of approval. "My last instruction was from Miss VanBusen. She ordered me to disregard my other routines, lock myself in a bedroom, and to not leave under any circumstances." "Why would she tell you to do that?" you ask. "I am uncertain." "What did she do before she gave you these new orders?" "Miss VanBusen instructed me to enter her laboratory in three hours' time to wake her from her experiment." "Did you wake her up?" $wife asks nervously. You can guess at the answer. "I did not. Immediately thereafter, I was given the new instructions." (if: $ghostWarned)[\ Something occurs to you. "Where was she when she gave you the new instructions?" you ask, a knot unravelling in your gut. "Miss VanBusen gave me the final instructions and her override code from behind the boarded door on the second floor." "The Countess!" $wife declares with aplomb. "My thoughts exactly," you agree. "She must have mimicked Miss VanBusen's voice. "Mystery solved," $wife says, mocking wiping her hands together. (set: $doctorFateKnown to true) ] (else:)[\ "Some piece of the puzzle is still missing, but we can assume that the doctor went to the lab and was never woken from this experiment," you say. ] "So we need to get to the lab," $wife says, her voice picking up excitement.(if: $wifeBust > 2)[ Her naked breasts are heaving and wobbling as she paces around the room from the energy.] "How do we get there?" "You will need to enter the following code at one of the elevator entry keypads on the second floor: Seven-One-Seven-Five." (set: $codeKnown to true) "Hot damn!" $wife squeals. "Is there a chance that Miss VanBusen is still alive?" you interject somberly. "Would she still be okay if she wasn't woken from her experiment for four years?" The mood in the room grows heavy, but Helga keeps speaking as though nothing had changed. "The experiment involved cryogenically freezing herself for a procedure. It is possible she is till alive, but frozen." Both $wife and Meloni look immediately hopeful. There's a chance you can make it all right. "I feel I must return to my pot to rest," Meloni says unprompted. "These legs are exhausting. But I will show you to the keypad on the way." "Lead on," $wife says before turning to Helga and adding, "Thank you for the information. You may rest now, Helga." "Very good," the maid says before her screen flickers again and changes back to the charging icon. "You, too, Olga," you say to the other maid. "We'll take it from here." Your small band exits to the foyer and Meloni whisks you all back up the stairs and to the west hallway. As she nears the bend to the conservatory, Meloni points out the small keypad on the wall. "That is the keypad to the elevator. I truly hope that Miss VanBusen is okay. Thank you for doing all of this to help her." With that, the nymph takes her leave back to the conservatory. You watch the deep shadows playing across her thick thighs and buttocks in her leafy bottoms as she walks away, growing quite capable on her new legs. "Shall we?" $wife asks. (button:)[[["Let's do this."|Keypad 2Fb]]] (button:)[[["In a minute. Let's look around a bit more, first."|Hallway 2Fb]]] ] ] (else:)[\ (if: not $nymphFree)[\ Meloni's expression is dour as she speaks, "I'm so sorry, but unless you can come up with a good way for me get to her safely, I'm afraid I won't be able to help..." (button:)[[[Leave her be|Conservatory]]] ] (else:)[\ "Well," the nymph says, her tone somehow both serious and light and bubbly, "I can absolutely help you! Now that I have //THESE//!" With the last word, she pulls her left leg up and wraps her arms around the limb, pressing it tightly against her left breast, the green flesh squishing pleasantly as it is squeezed between calf and torso. Her flexibility is impressive, but her contortion has revealed the fact that her leaf "skirt" is woefully unable to cover her from all angles. You catch an eyeful of suprisingly human anatomy before forcing your eyes up. Meloni is grinning like a gleeful child as she shows off her shapely leg, wriggling her green toes tipped with nails the same color as her eyes and flower petal hair. She lets out a playful giggle before suddenly toppling backward onto her pot. Her breasts and tummy jiggle forcefully as her vines unfurl to arrest her fall. "Balance might take some practice," you say to the nymph, offering your hand to help her up. $wife follows suit and the two of you are able to gracefully pull her back onto her newly acquired feet. "Do you humans normally take so long to learn these things?" the nymph asks, her tone filled with incredulity. "What? Minutes? Hours?" you stammer sarcastically. "We're lucky if we get it within a year." "Oh my!" Meloni gasps, placing her hands to her mouth and looking timidly from you to $wife and back. "I am so sorry. I did not mean to highlight your kind's inferiority!" "Good save," you say wryly.(if: $wifeBust < 4)[ $wife is glancing down at her own way of coming up short compared to the busty plant girl and trying her best to assume a "my tits are still awesome" posture. You glance away quickly to avoid making her more self-conscious.] "Well, if you want, we can escort you to Helga," $wife says, holding out an elbow for Meloni. You do the same. You are mildly surprised to find a woody, dry vine wrapping itself around your arm, pulling gently as Meloni takes a few cautious steps forward. A near identical vine wraps around $wife's arm as well. "Okay, take it carefully," $wife encourages the nymph. "One step at a time." Gingerly, Meloni places her left foot ahead of her right, her chubby hips rocking to the side as she does. With a rock back the other way, her right foot moves forward, touching toes down on the wooden floor and gradually lower her heal to step flat. "You've got it," you say. "Keep going." You, $wife, and Meloni slowly make your way out of the conservatory and to the hallway. Meloni cranes her head around, taking in every detail of the place. "It's probably been a while since you last saw this, huh?" you muse to the nymph. "Years," she confirms, her face a billboard of wonder. "I cannot believe that I am walking on legs of my very own!" You catch $wife's eye as you each look down at the vines tethering the nymp to you both. //Everybody needs a little help sometimes//, you think with a grin. $wife returns a likewise grin. After a few slow minutes of walking through the hall to the landing, Meloni stands at the top of the stairs down to the lower level. "This seems difficult," she mutters, cowering away from the top step. "You've got this," you encourage. "Just use your vines to hold onto the railings. One step down at a time." Meloni unfurls a new pair of vines and wraps them tightly around the bannisters. You see the vines grow taut for a moment before the nymph lifts lightly up from the floor. The vines wriggle and pull as she levitates down the stairs, no more than five inches above the steps. The vines around your and $wife's arms begin to twist and contort until you are both sitting on makeshift swings of vine and being hoisted down to the ground floor just behind the nymph. The sensation is exhillerating and rather unnerving. $wife gives off a high-pitched shriek but it is abruptly replaced with nervous laughter. At the bottom of the stairs, Meloni gently places you both down beside her. "I felt that method would be a bit less treacherous," she says, as though that were all the explanation needed. "That's certainly one way to get down stairs," $wife says, her face still betraying her feelings of unease at the ordeal. "I will make an effort to learn the 'proper' technique when time is less pressing," Meloni says earnestly. "Now where is Helga?" You show Meloni into the maids' quarters, where Olga once more steps forward with a jiggle to greet you all, "Greetings, dear guests. And good evening to you, Lady Meloni. How many I be of assistance?" "At ease, Miss Maid," $wife snips with a grin, "we're here for your colleague." Olga steps aside silently, only tilting her head in the usual manner. "Okay," you say to Meloni, "we need you to do your override thing and tell her to speak to us from her charging dock and not to leave it." "And that it's okay to answer any of our questions," $wife adds. "Good call," you say to her. "Yeah, that." "Very well," Meloni says, stepping up to the silent, charging maid before speaking again. "Helga, please do not leave your dock." The maid's face once more switches from the charging icon to the flickering, marred face screen as she speaks in a distant, hollow voice, "Hello, Miss Meloni, please enter override for new instruction." Meloni gives you both a knowing grin to say //it's working// and speaks in a clear, slow tone, "Override code one-nine-nine-nine-seven-two-zero-six." "Override confirmed," the maid answers, staying put in her dock this time. "Additionally, please answer any questions that $player and $wife may ask you." "Acknowledged. Please enter override for new instruction." Meloni repeats the override and waves a single leafy vine toward the maid in a //she's all yours gesture.// You step forward and clear your throat. Hopefully this works. "Hello, Helga?" you say hesitantly. The maid turns her head toward you while not moving her body. The eerie smoothness of Olga's movements are absent. Replaced by a faint jerking, catching to the motion. The line of miscolored pixels that runs down her face like a scar only adds to the unease. "How may I help you?" she asks. "Can you please tell us what happened to you?" you ask her. "Specifically, why were you swiched off in the bedroom with the door locked?" $wife clarifies. You give her a nod of approval. "My last instruction was from Miss VanBusen. She ordered me to disregard my other routines, lock myself in a bedroom, and to not leave under any circumstances." "Why would she tell you to do that?" you ask. "I am uncertain." "What did she do before she gave you these new orders?" "Miss VanBusen instructed me to enter her laboratory in three hours' time to wake her from her experiment." "Did you wake her up?" $wife asks nervously. You can guess at the answer. "I did not. Immediately thereafter, I was given the new instructions." (if: $ghostWarned is true and (history:) does not contain "Devil convo events")[\ Something occurs to you. "Where was she when she gave you the new instructions?" you ask, a knot unravelling in your gut. "Miss VanBusen gave me the final instructions and her override code from behind the boarded door on the second floor." "The Countess!" $wife declares with aplomb. "My thoughts exactly," you agree. "She must have mimicked Miss VanBusen's voice. "Mystery solved," $wife says, mocking wiping her hands together. (set: $doctorFateKnown to true) ] (else-if: (history:) contains "Devil convo events")[\ "Seems like Lustra was right," you say. $wife nods. ] (else:)[\ "Some piece of the puzzle is still missing, but we can assume that the doctor went to the lab and was never woken from this experiment," you say. ] "So we need to get to the lab," $wife says, her voice picking up excitement.(if: $wifeBust > 2)[ Her naked breasts are heaving and wobbling as she paces around the room from the energy.] "How do we get there?" "You will need to enter the following code at one of the elevator entry keypads on the second floor: Seven-One-Seven-Five." (set: $codeKnown to true) "Hot damn!" $wife squeals. "Is there a chance that Miss VanBusen is still alive?" you interject somberly. "Would she still be okay if she wasn't woken from her experiment for four years?" The mood in the room grows heavy, but Helga keeps speaking as though nothing had changed. "The experiment involved cryogenically freezing herself for a procedure. It is possible she is till alive, but frozen." Both $wife and Meloni look immediately hopeful. There's a chance you can make it all right. "I feel I must return to my pot to rest," Meloni says unprompted. "These legs are exhausting. But I will show you to the keypad on the way." "Lead on," $wife says before turning to Helga and adding, "Thank you for the information. You may rest now, Helga." "Very good," the maid says before her screen flickers again and changes back to the charging icon. "You, too, Olga," you say to the other maid. "We'll take it from here." Your small band exits to the foyer and Meloni whisks you all back up the stairs and to the left hallway. As she nears the bend to the conservatory, Meloni points out the small keypad on the wall. "That is the keypad to the elevator. I truly hope that Miss VanBusen is okay. Thank you for doing all of this to help her." With that, the nymph takes her leave back to the conservatory. You watch the deep shadows playing across her thick thighs and buttocks in her leafy bottoms as she walks away, growing quite capable on her new legs. "Shall we?" $wife asks. (button:)[[["Let's do this."|Keypad 2Fb]]] (button:)[[["In a minute. Let's look around a bit more, first."|Hallway 2Fb]]] ] ] }

{ (if: $takeBra is true and (history:) does not contain "Bra dial")[(set: $hallLogic to it + 1)] (else:)[set: $hallLogic to 0] (set: $hallVariable to (either: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)) (if: $hallLogic < $hallVariable)[(if: (history:)'s last is "Foyer 1F")[(go-to: "Hallway 1Fb")](if: (history:)'s last is "Hallway 1Fb")[(go-to: "Foyer 1F")]] (if: $hallLogic >= $hallVariable)[\ (if: (history:)'s last is "Foyer 1F")[(set: $afterDial to "hallway")] (if: (history:)'s last is "Hallway 1Fb")[(set: $afterDial to "foyer")] (go-to: "Bra dial")] }

Just as you cross the threshold between the hallway and the foyer, you notice something in the darkness. A faint turquoise light is glowing from beneath the fabric at the back of $wife's shirt. Through her top, it's only just visible in the deep darkness. It's no wonder you hadn't noticed it before now. "Hey," you say to get $wife's attention. "What's up?" she asks, turning around to face you. "Did you notice there's some kind of light on the back of that bra?" you say. "Well, yeah," she says flatly. "The whole thing looks like it's from the Victoria's Secret Tron Collection. The front glows, too." As though to punctuate her statement, she wiggles her torso back and forth for a moment, causing her perpendicular shelf of boob to bob and weave in the air between you. Your eyes zero in on the zigging and zagging line of cleavage the runs through the center, filled with deep shadow from the flashlight's ambiance and the radiant glow of the bra's neon trim. "Yeah... but..." you try to focus your thoughts into a coherent sentence. "This is... different. It's like a singular point of light, not shining lines like the rest. This is a little glowing dot." $wife scrunches her brow in an unmistakable look of curiosity. "Okay, take a look," she says, thrusting the flashlight out to you. You take the light as she turns around and flips her useless top up over her shoulders, revealing the smooth skin of her back, as well as the band and clasp of the futuristic bra. You point the light at her and you see a small, flat dial, just left of the bra's clasp. The center of the round control glows even brighter than the rest of the garment's lights. It looks like there are about ten tiny marks around the dial, with a marker arrow pointed at the fourth of them. There are no indicators as to what the dial could do, otherwise. "What do you see?" $wife asks, craning her head to peek at you over her shoulder. (if: $wifeBust <= 6)[(button:)[[[Turn the dial|Turn bra dial]]]](else:)[(button:)[[[Turn the dial|Bra dial ending]]]] (button:)[[["There's some kind of glowing dial on the bra."|Mention bra dial]]] (if: $afterDial is "hallway")[(button:)[[["Guess it was nothing."|Hallway 1Fb]]]](if: $afterDial is "foyer")[(button:)[[["Guess it was nothing."|Foyer 1F]]]]

"What do you mean, 'dial'?" $wife asks. "It's like a little shallow knob built into the band. Looks like it's at about half-way, whatever that means." "Well leave it alone," she says, letting her shirt back down to cover the dial. "It's bad enough I put this thing on. I don't want to go messing with things without knowing what they do. For all I know, it could give me a massive shock." "Or it could make your boobs bigger..." $wife pauses for a second, clearly weighing the risks. "Once we get out of here and get home. How's that?" she offers with a raised eyebrow. "I can accept those terms," you say with a smile. She returns one and keeps walking. (if: $afterDial is "foyer")[(button:)[[[Follow her onward|Foyer 1F]]]](if: $afterDial is "hallway")[(button:)[[[Follow her onward|Hallway 1Fb]]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ As the two of you step into the first door off the hallway, $wife swings the flashlight around the place, stopping briefly to highlight the assorted details in the large space. The room appears to serve as a sort of lounge, with all manner of comfortable looking furniture scattered about. Chairs, a huge couch, and a few loungers all ring the perimeter, and a shallow, sunken area lies in the center of it all filled with massive cushions. All of the upholstery in the room consists of well-maintained and cleaned velvets and silks, stitched and finished with golden thread and enormous tassles. It's like something from a sultan's palace... At the thought, your brain conjures up the image of a harem of multiple busty women lying around in sheer robes, bra and panties combos, bustiers, or simply nude. All of them waiting to give and receive pleasure... Among the plush fixtures, a few small tables, little more than permanent serving trays, dot the room. Most of them have a small stack of coasters and nothing more. Though the table nearest to you has a small, thin, rectangular package lying atop it. "No surprise there," $wife says, drawing your attention. She is holding the flashlight's beam on a massive painting in the style of the classics, framed with ornate, shimmering golden woodwork that looks as expensive as the work of art itself. The painting's subject matter is a group of seven female angels decending from the sky. Parting clouds and radiant beams of light surround the group of, unsurprisingly, extremely busty heavenly heralds. None of the figures wears any form of clothing, and the center angel holds her arms out in a beckoning gesture, fully revealing her holy gifts. You find yourself absent-mindedly taking a step forward, longing to step into the angel's arms and nestle into her intense cleavage. (if: $wifeBust > 2)[Your eyes then dart over to $wife's own impressive pair of tits, and your thoughts turn to much more achievable acts you'd now like to perform.] You refocus your mind on the present and take in the rest of your surroundings. Around the rest of the room, several smaller works of art also depict big breasted women, many performing lewd acts on themselves. "Guarantee this is the orgy room," you say aloud. (if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ "Well, I don't think an 'orgy room' is going to help us rescue that poor woman..." $wife says somberly. //She's right//, you think to yourself. ] (else-if: $wifeBust > 2)[\ "Ugh," $wife moans playfully, "don't say 'orgy.' I'm horny enough already from these things swelling up so much." Your head whips around at her mention of the word 'horny,' and she apparently catches your interest, because she hastily holds up a finger and adds, "but that can wait until we get home." ] ] (else:)[\ The room contains many luxurious pieces of furniture that look //wildly// expensive and gaudy. (if: (history:) does not contain "Lounge book")[A small package rests on the side table nearest the hallway door.](else-if: (history:) does not contain "Read lounge book")[The small book from the package you opened rests on the nearest side table.] ] (button:)[[[Leave the room|Hallway 1Fb]]] (if: $wifeMood is not "scared")[\ (if: (history:) does not contain "Lounge book")[(button:)[[[Investigate the package on the table|Lounge book]]] ](else-if: (history:) does not contain "Read lounge book")[(button:)[[[Read the book on the table|Read lounge book]]] ] ] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You step into the last room off the hallway, and as $wife's flashlight illuminates the space, you're greeted by the sight of a truly magnificent library. The floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with a wide array of tomes are so astonishing that you stop in your tracks. $wife doesn't seem to notice, as she immediately walks directly into you. (if: $wifeBust > 4)[You're nearly knocked over as her newly acquired mass of soft breast tissue smacks into you with quite a bit of momentum. Luckily, you're able to catch your balance before you actually fall.](else-if: $wifeBust > 1)[You feel the soft impact of her newly expanded breasts squishing flat against your back and it sends a shiver through your entire form.] "Sorry," $wife apologizes, but you barely take notice. "This is crazy," you say aloud, but not really to $wife. "I don't know that I've ever seen this many books in anyplace that wasn't a public library." "Yeah," $wife agrees, waving the light around the library. "There have to be thousands of books here..." The room is large, easily as big as the lavish foyer at the front of the manor. And in that huge space, there are only the bookshelves dominating every inch of wallspace, save the bit taken up by the high-end fireplace and mantel. In the far south end of the space, in front of the hearth, is a single leather chair sitting beside a small table, scarcely big enough to hold a drink and book. Back in the middle of the room nearest the doorway you just passed through, there is a glass cabinet that stands roughly counter-height. Inside it are multiple books that appear to be leather-bound journals of some sort. There are a half-dozen or more of them. (if: $wifeMood is "scared")[\ "God, those books give me the creeps," $wife says nervously, indicating the volumes in the case. "Probably bound with human skin or some nightmare shit like that... Who keeps old books on display in a case like that?" "Definitely some 'forbidden knowledge' vibes," you agree, hoping to settle her nerves just a bit. (if: $inventory does not contain "drill")[\ "Well, I don't see anything that'll help us rescue that poor girl..." $wife says. ] (else:)[\ "We shouldn't waste anymore time here," $wife says. "That girl upstairs is counting on us." ] (button:)[[["Yeah, let's get out of here."|Hallway 1Fb]]] ] ] (else:)[\ The incredible library is filled to the brim with thousands of books--no small feat for the size of the space. Aside from the literal walls of books, the room contains a lovely fireplace and hearth, a small reading chair and table, and a (if: (history:) contains "Wish book case")[ruined ]glass case of quite old looking leather-bound books. ] (button:)[[[Leave the library|Hallway 1Fb]]] (if: $wifeMood is not "scared")[\ (button:)[[[Investigate the fireplace|Library fireplace]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Wish book case")[(button:)[[[Investigate the books in the glass case|Ghost journals]]] ] (else:)[(button:)[[[Investigate the books in the now ruined case|Ghost journals]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Library chair")[(button:)[[[Investigate the reading chair|Library chair]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Library books")[(button:)[[[Look through the books on the shelves|Library books]]]] ] }

You walk to the end of the hallway and examine the small cabinet in the alcove. The carving of the wooden structure is even more overdone up close. Every curve and corner of the piece of furniture is outfitted with more channels and curves and moulding than is necessary. Combined with the glossy marble and glittering golden hardware, the showiness of this small cabinet is totally superfluous and a testament to the outrageous wealth on display in this home. As you step up to the thing, you can see that the book atop the cabinet appears to be a closed, spiral-bound guest book, much like you would find at a wedding reception or funeral. "Who keeps a fucking guest book for their house?" $wife asks, a hint of disgust sneaking into her voice. "It's just so... absurd." You look at $wife and then pointedly glance around at the decor around you. "Ugh, fair point," she concedes. You return to the book. "Let's see who was visiting the lady of Branson Hill Manor," you say as you flop the book open. The page you land on is totally blank. You flip back a few pages, but they're all blank. Curious, you pick up the book and leaf through several more until you finally find a nearly full page toward the beginning. This book had only just been put into use, it seems. The last entries are dated June 20, four years ago. That day, a Rebecca and Carson Whittington signed in. Well, given that both names are rendered in identical handwriting, it would seem that one of the pair signed in for both of them. About a week prior, Rebecca and Carson both signed in again, along with a Cynthia Castilla, Roger Brecker, Amanda Bothania, Ludella Hanson, Madz Estaki, and Bambi Blasario. The same names continue to pop up at regular intervals for weeks before that, with Rebecca and Carson being the two most common, by a wide margin. { (if: (history:) contains "Journal 10")[\ "It's a guest book for her orgies," $wife blurts from beside you. "Hmm?" you inquire, not following her logic. "Carson and Rebecca were mentioned in her journal upstairs. She talked about how they came over to bang. Plus others. They were her orgy friends. Guarantee it. She was having people sign in for the orgies. "Huh..." you muse, thinking about all the rich people showing up and forming an orderly line to sign in at the orgy book. ] } A thought occurs to you. You kneel down and open up the cabinet's lower door. Inside, there are two shelves absolutely stuffed full of identical guest books. There must be four or five dozen of the things, at least. You reach out and pull one at random and open it up. It's full of names, but the ink has faded from age and you're in shadow. It's difficult to read. "Light please," you say to $wife in a chipper tone. "On it," she says. { (if: $wifeMood is "jealous" and $wifeBust > 1)[\ (if: $wifeBust <= 3 and $wifeBust >= 2)[\ $wife bends down behind you, and you feel the warmth and weight of her enhanced breasts press softly against your upper back as she holds the flashlight so that it shines over your shoulder. You do your best to keep your eyes from rolling backward in your head as you feel her erect nipples pressing against you even through your shirt. (if: $wifeLac is 1)[Then you feel the wetness from the recent lactation episode...] "You're doing that on purpose," you accuse. "Maybe..." she pulls her chest back and leans in again to whisper in your ear so close that you can feel the warm wetness of her breath. Then she playfully flicks your earlobe with her tongue. You shudder. "Okay," you say abruptly, standing back up and brushing against her mounds again on the way up. "I don't care about these stupid books that much." ] (else-if: $wifeBust >= 4 and $takeBra)[\ $wife bends down behind you, and you feel a soft warmth press against the back and sides of your head as she holds the flashlight so that it shines over your shoulder. You suddenly realize that your head is resting in the near-weightless, cozy, squishiness of her expanded cleavage. If it weren't for the anti-gravity quality of that bra she picked up, you're pretty sure that you would feel the hefty weight of her grown tits on your back and shoulders. You're certain that, were you to suddenly throw your head backward, you could vanish from the neck up into her tit-cave. "You're doing that on purpose," you accuse. "Maybe..." she pulls her chest back and then leans in to whisper in your ear so close that you can feel the warm wetness of her breath. Then she playfully flicks your earlobe with her tongue. You shudder. "Okay," you say abruptly, standing back up and brushing against her mounds again on the way up. "I don't care about these stupid books that much." ] (else-if: $wifeBust >= 4 and $wifeBust < 6 and $takeBra is false)[\ $wife bends down behind you, and you feel a sudden, massive weight pressing down on your shoulders and on either side of your head. The light of the flashlight comes shining from above you, but your attention is held by the sudden assault on your senses by what you now realize is $wife's gigantic new tits enveloping your head and resting on your shoulders. The intense pleasure of feeling that soft, warm weight pressing in all around your head is causing your knees to quiver beneath you. "You're doing that on purpose," you accuse. "Maybe..." she pulls her breasts back and then leans in to whisper in your ear so close that you can feel the warm wetness of her breath. Then she playfully flicks your earlobe with her tongue. You shudder. "Okay," you say abruptly, standing back up and brushing against her mounds again on the way up. "I don't care about these stupid books that much." ] (else-if: $wifeBust >= 6 and $takeBra is false)[\ $wife bends down behind you, bringing the flashlight over so that the light shines at a better angle. However, before you can do any reading, a crushing weight slaps you hard at the back and sides of your head and across your shoulders and upper back. You lose your balance and collapse to the ground, landing odd against the floor and wall of the hallway. You hear $wife let out a yelp as you're falling, and soon after you hit, she comes toppling down on top of you. The familiar weight from before, which you now realize was her gargantuan new tits, comes down on you, a huge, hard nipple stabs at your ear. If you weren't in so much pain, you would be immensely turned on right now. Somehow, though, despite the eroticism of her boob-tackling you and the pain of your shared awkward fall, all you can do is let out a prolonged cackling laugh. "Are you okay?" $wife asks with worry in her voice. Though, once she catches on that you're giggling uncontrollably, she, too joins in. The constant laughing sends waves cascading through the pile of tits on top of you, and it somehow causes you to laugh even harder. Long minutes go by with the two of you acting like schoolkids who just got away with something they shouldn't have. Eventually, $wife begins to shift her melons away from you and claw herself back upright. You follow suit, pulling yourself up. Once you're both standing again and the laughter is beginning to subside, you find the means to playfully say, "You did that on purpose." "Full disclosure," $wife answers, a bit winded from the giggles, "I //did// do that on purpose, but I didn't intend to knock you to the fucking ground." You make a point of giving her an exaggerated "suspicious" glance. "How about I make it up to you by doing that again, but on our bed, when we get back home?" she says slyly. "Deal," you answer. "Come on. I don't really care about these books anymore." ] ] (else:)[\ $wife leans down behind you and holds the light at a better angle so you can see the book's writing. Inside, it contains loads more names, these dating back nearly a decade. A few of the name are repeats from the book on top of the cabinet, particularly Rebecca and Carson. You take another book and look through it. It's that same story. More names signing in on a roughly weekly basis. Another book is that same. And another. (if: (history:) contains "Journal 10")[\ "So she was having weekly orgies for, like... years and years," $wife says, reading over your shoulder. "More than that," you say. "Some of these were like two days apart..." ] (else:)[\ "So... lots of people coming over every week and signing in," $wife says, reading over your shoulder. "More than that," you say. "Some of these were like two days apart..." "I'm thinking... orgies?" $wife ventures. "You've seen this place," you answer. "I think you're right." ] You put the books back and shut the cabinet before standing up. "I think we've seen enough here," you say. ] } (button:)[[[Leave the cabinet|Hallway 1Fb]]]

You step up to the small side table and examine the package. It's a small, flat rectangular parcel. The shape implies that it could be a book. As does the return address for "Books and Brooms Witchcraft Supplies." The shipping label is dated four years ago with the Branson Hill Manor's address. The addressee is listed as Lilith VanBusen. (set: $nameKnown to true) "Never even opened her mail," $wife muses. { (if: (history:) contains "Journal 14")[\ "In her journal," you say, "VanBusen mentioned ordering a book from a Witchcraft shop just before she went down to the lab... Maybe this is it?" "Maybe," $wife concedes. "Think we should open it?" "Well, yeah..." you goad. ] (else:)[\ "Shame," $wife says, clicking her tongue with a //tsk tsk// for good measure. "I guess //someone// should open it..." you offer up. "Opening someone else's mail? Isn't that a federal crime?" $wife prods, but her smile betrays her lack of concern. "I mean, technically," you defend. "But maybe there's some kind of clue to what happened?" "In her unopened package?" $wife giggles.(if: $wifeBust > 2)[ Her tits wobble with the motion.] "Look, you want to see what's in there or not?" ] } $wife reaches out to pick up the package. She holds in close in one hand(if: $wifeBust > 3)[, at least, as close as she can, given that she now has a sizeable new pair of breasts jutting outward from her torso.](else:)[, the flashlight in the other.] "Last chance?" she offers you. "Let's do this," you say with a bit more enthusiasm than you intended. You really want to see what's in that package. $wife hands it to you, and you waste no time tearing at the cardboard. It feels old and a bit damp, ripping easily. While it's as clean as the rest of its surroundings, the damage of age and fluctuating humidity are apparent in the feel of the materials. You make quick work of the cardboard parcel, and a moment later, you hold in your hands a modestly sized hardcover book. The binding is a faux black leather with a nondescript cover that simply reads //The Body You Want// in silver foil lettering. There's not even an author listed. { (if: (history:) contains "Journal 14")[\ "You called it," $wife says, shining the light at the cover. ] (else:)[\ "Maybe a self-help/fitness book?" $wife offers. ] } You stand there looking at it in the dim light for a moment. The book has a nice heft and feel. Despite its plain appearance, it feels like a quality item. "Well," you say, "should we skim it?" "I say go for it," $wife says enthusiastically. (button:)[[[Read the book|Read lounge book]]] (button:)[[[Put it back on the table|Lounge]]]

The spine of the book creaks and groans and you open it up. $wife holds the flashlight steady as you flip through the pages. The formatting and printing of the book looks much more modern than the binding would lead you to believe. Flipping from page to page, you can tell that it is indeed a spellbook of sorts. You see various entries with incantations to change eye color, hair color, hair length, height, weight, and more. The book has spells for removing blemishes, adding instant cosmetics, tanning your skin, improving eyesight, and //there it is//. Bust enhancement encantation. Page 146. The spell is surprisingly brief. Just a few words and a hand motion or two. There are even helpful diagrams. "What do you think?" you indicate the spell to $wife with your best attempt at "puppy dog eyes." She gives you a look and turns to examine the open page with the flashlight. { (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")[\ "Worth a shot," she says with a shrug and a smile. (if: $wifeBust is 0)["Maybe I can get a start on passing Kirsten and making sure you keep all your attention on /me/."](else:)["Certainly won't say 'no' to a little more..."] ] (else:)[\ "You know what?" she says, "Sure. It's not like it's going to work, anyway. This book is like the kind of stuff that high school girls buy after their boyfriend dumps them and they cut off all their hair." ] } She takes a minute to read over the spell in its entirety and study the hand motions carefully. They seem to mostly consist of cupping the air in front of your breasts and pulling outward. "Okay," she says after a moment, handing you the book and flashlight to hold up for her. She takes a step back and squares her stance. With a deep breath in and a slow exhale, she focuses in on the page as you hold it out, squarely in the flashlight's beam. "Pectore. Crescere. Maior," $wife begins chanting. Of course it would be Latin. It's always Latin. $wife continues with the chant, doing a decent job of pronouncing the Latin as far as you can tell. Not that you'd know otherwise. After a few repetitions, she begins to make the prescribed hand movements, cupping the air in front of her(if: $wifeBust > 4)[ already comically oversized](else-if: $wifeBust > 1)[ already sizeable] breasts and pulling outward slowly before repeating the motion. For a few minutes, she goes through the chanting and hand motions over and over, with no noticeable change occurring. Finally, she seems ready to give it up. She ceases the chanting and lets her hands fall to her sides. "Yeah, that's about what I expected from a mail-order spellbook," she says with a great deal of snark. "It was worth a shot," you say in defense. "Eh," she grumbles, taking the flashlight back and laying the book back down on the table. She takes a few steps out into the room, when she suddenly stops. "Huh..." she says to herself. "Huh?" you repeat as a question. "I'm... feeling something," she says, looking down at her breasts. "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah." { (set: $wifeBust to it + 1) (if: $wifeBust is 1)[(display: "Grow 1")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 2)[(display: "Grow 2")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 3)[(display: "Grow 3")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is false)[(display: "Grow 4")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is true)[(display: "Grow 4 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is false)[(display: "Grow 5")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is true)[(display: "Grow 5 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is false)[(display: "Grow 6")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is true)[(display: "Grow 6 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is false)[(display: "Grow 7")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is true)[(display: "Grow 7 repeat")] } "Shall we?" she asks, indicating the door to the hallway. (button:)[[["Sure."|Hallway 1Fb]]]

You ignore $wife's inquiry and grab the dial between your thumb and forefinger, turning it as far as it will go clockwise. "What is it?" $wife asks again, impatiently. "What did you do?" Instantly, the lights on the bra begin to glow brighter, and $wife's titanic breasts grow more buoyant and perky. While they already wobbled about weightlessly in the bra, they are now growing so floaty that her cleavage is actually rising upward and rapidly enveloping her chin and face. "Seriously, //WHAT DID YOU mmmmmfffff//" she shrieks as her helium balloon breasts smother her face, lifting up and up. The massive pair of orbs continue to rise up, seemingly driven by the bra's antigravity propulsion. At this point, they are fully upwardly mobile, like they're being pulled greatly by some reverse gravity. $wife's muffled cries emit from her awe-inspiring cleavage, her head fully engulfed by her chest. She frantically reaches up and pulls down at her rising tits to no avail. Her palms and fingers sink deep into the sumptuous flesh, but no matter how much she struggles to pull down, her chest insists on pulling itself upward. "Maybe the anti-gravity control setting..." you mutter to yourself, transfixed by $wife's delightful dirigibles. Seeing her fight them like that is really doing something for you. Another smothered scream from $wife is enough to jerk you back to reality and send a shot of adrenaline coursing through your system. This is an actual fucking crisis. Before you, her tits have gone so airborn that they are rapidly lifting her feet off the ground. She is kicking and flailing in a hopeless attempt to avert the inevitable. There is just so much breast flesh being drawn upward by the bra's reverse-gravity effect that her comparatively small body is being powerlessly hoisted along for the ride. "//Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmfffffffffffff, mmm fff bmmmmf!//" she screams into the void that is her rising cleavage. Assuming that was a cry for help, you lunge forward and throw your arms around her waist, holding on tightly. For a moment, you're certain that you've managed to stop her rise, but just as quickly, your elation is replaced with a pit in your stomach as your own feet begin to levitate from the floor. Her zeppelins are taking off with the both of you as reluctant passengers. "Holy shit!" you shout as you helplessly kick at the air, hoping to catch something. You have your face buried in your wife's backside as you hold on, so attempting to snag the nearby bannister is little more than kicking and hoping. But it's no use. You can't see anything, and your grip around $wife is so tenuous that any attempt to adjust will likely lead to a sudden drop. Only one of you is sporting personal Hindenburgs. A quick vision of $wife's breasts erupting in flames flits through your mind and you attempt to shove it aside. If you can just reach up to the dial on the bra, you're sure that you could turn it fast and bring you both back to the ground. As you plot your course of action, $wife's constant shrieks and shouts reverberate through her trunk as you remain clasped. Finally mustering the necessary courage, you utter a quick apology to $wife for the potential discomfort coming her way. You squeeze her midsection as tightly as you can with your right arm, slowly loosening your grip with your left as you move it slowly and steadily up to the bra's band. A tense moment later, you feel the strange material under your fingertips. You are feeling around blindly when you feel the sudden //smack// of $wife's own hand reaching around. The sudden touch nearly causes you to let go of your grip. You have no idea how high up you are in the vaulted foyer, so any chance of falling could lead to grave injury. This fact is firmly planted in your brain as you struggle to find the dial. Then comes the ceiling. $wife's gargantuan beanbag chair breasts have lifted themselves to the point of colliding softly with the ceiling of the foyer. This has the unfortunate effect of causing $wife to shriek and flail her limbs wildly in panic. The motion causes your grip to slip just enough that you're certain you won't be able to catch yourself, but you do. For a moment. Your grip slips and you fall through the open air of the foyer, landing a second later on the hardwood floor with a sickening crack and a horrible pain in your lower back. You don't know if it's broken, but you know you can't currently breathe. You're winded badly, if nothing else. You don't know where the flashlight ended up in all the panic, but its beam shines from somewhere outside your immediate vicinity, casting long shadows across the walls rising up around you and only just illuminating the wriggling form of $wife, hanging from her floating tits directly above you like a basket shared by a pair of hot air balloons. You can just barely see her arms reaching around her back, feeling for the bra's dial. It seems she found it, because the next thing you know is that you can see her dropping from the ceiling like a rock, followed by the looming spheres of her breasts. //There are worse ways to go//, you think to yourself as your wife and her immense assets come hurtling down at your crippled body. ==><== ##The End

{ (if: (saved-games:) contains "Slot 1")[\ (link: "Load Save 1")[\ (load-game: "Slot 1")]](else:)[No File in Slot 1] (if: (saved-games:) contains "Slot 2")[\ (link: "Load Save 2")[\ (load-game: "Slot 2")]](else:)[No File in Slot 2] (if: (saved-games:) contains "Slot 3")[\ (link: "Load Save 3")[\ (load-game: "Slot 3")]](else:)[No File in Slot 3] }

**A Few Notes on Saving:** You may click one of the three Save buttons in the sidebar to save your game state in the given slot. Once you click a button, it will change to read "Saved" if the save was successful or "Error" if there was an issue with saving. Once you leave the current passage, this message will be replaced again with the Save button. Unfortunately, I've not yet had success with a file naming system, so you'll need to take note of what gamestate you are saving in each file. Clicking "Load" will take you to a screen where you may select a used Save slot to load up. If you decide not to load a file, use the "back arrow" button in the sidebar to return to where you were. Twine and Harlowe (the program and language used to develop this game) use a save system that is based on browser cookies. Clearing cookies or disabling them will wipe your saves or prevent them from being created. Keep this in mind. This also means that saves will not transfer to different browsers. Unfortunately, Save files from earlier builds will not work in future versions of the game, so you'll need to restart with each version. This is one reason I've waited so long to add this feature. Due to the screen dimensions on mobile, you may need to turn your device to landscape orientation to access the Save and Load buttons in the side bar. On some game screens, you may need to be in fullscreen mode (can be entered using the button in the sidebar) in order to prevent the Load button from being cut off at the bottom. This save system is very much new and a bit experimental, so please treat it as such. Hiccups are entirely possible at this point. (button:)[[[Return to Landing Page|Landing Page]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ The fireplace is the only portion of the library's wall space not consumed by the multitude of shelves and books. It is formed from an ornate white marble--a solid piece, from the look of it. The mantel is a high-contrast black marbel with veins of vibrant gold crossing it at random intervals. Atop the mantel rest a grouping of small framed pieces of art, none larger than a few inches in any direction. They seem to be abstract pieces at first, but upon closer inspection, you suddenly realize that they all depict extreme close-ups of nipples, cleavage, or similar. It's more subtle than the works you've seen up to this point, but even the library is touched by erotic art. "You notice the art?" you say to $wife, curious if she noticed it, too. "Yeah, boobs again," she says flatly, not even looking that direction. "Well, you're no fun," you prod. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)["Eh, I've seen better," she says, wobbling her new whoppers to make the point.](else:)["See 'em every day," she says flatly.] "Fair point," you concede. The only other thing on the mantel is a small, ancient looking manuscript. It lacks a real cover or binding. Rather, the dozens of aging pages are tied together at the spine by leather cording. Inside the hearth of the fireplace, a small dusting of ash sits in the bottom, but you would be shocked if this fireplace has been used for a fire in years. As you step close, you can hear the faintest whistling of a breeze somewhere up the chimney. (if: (history:) contains "Guest room 2")["I'm pretty sure this connects to the fireplace in the guest room upstairs," $wife says. You nod an affirmative before adding, "Same draft, too." ] ] (else:)[\ The old manuscript lies on the expensive-looking marble mantel amid the framed close-up art pieces. The hearth is cold, and a breeze can be heard from up the chimney. ] (button:)[[[Leave the fireplace|Library]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Fireplace book")[(button:)[[[Read the ancient looking book|Fireplace book]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Library ashes")[(button:)[[[Check the ashes in the fireplace|Library ashes]]] ] (if: $devilRitualKnown and $Lus and $stra and (history:) does not contain "Devil summoning")[(button:)[[["L-Lustra?"|Devil summoning]]]](else-if: (history:) contains "Devil summoning")[(button:)[[["Lustra!"|Devil summoning]]]] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ The glass case in the center of the room consists of a wooden bottom, standing on four legs, with a gilded metal frame atop it, holding the panes of glass that make up the case itself. Displayed prominently beneath the glass are a total of seven books, most of them looking to be simple journals or folios of collected papers. Only one is a true "book." "Bring the light over here," you beckon to $wife. She obliges. With the extra light, you can see that only the bound book has any sort of marking or title on the cover. It reads //The Madness of Countess Von Busen//. "What're you doing?" you ask as $wife moves to slide open one side of the glass case. "Apparently //not// checking out these books," she replies, deadpan. "The case is locked." "Could smash the case," you offer facetiously with a shrug. "How about we not go adding vandalism to our rap sheet?" "Fair," you concede. ] (else-if: $caseLocked)[\ The glass case stands prominently in the center of the room. Unfortunately, it is still locked, preventing investigation of the books inside. ] (else:)[\ The glass of the display case lies in shards atop the books and the surrounding floor. The devil's blow was devastatingly effective. ] (button:)[[[Leave the case be|Library]]] (if: $caseLocked is false and (history:) does not contain "Read ghost journals")[\ (button:)[[[Investigate the books|Read ghost journals]]] ] }

{ (if: (history:) contains "Devil summoning" and $remainingWishes >= 1)[\ You step closer to the chair where the devil Lustra sat before. Knowing now that she is there, existing just beyond this reality, you swear you can see the shapely indentations of her butt on the chair's seat, but you tell yourself it's your imagination. ] (else-if: (history:) contains "Devil summoning")[\ You look at the chair where Lustra sat just a bit ago, and you find yourself picturing her, massive red breasts straining at their chains, sitting there for years and just watching and listening to a world that she cannot interact with. The imagined loneliness is enough to make you certain that the two of you did the right thing by ending her bondage... even if she was kind of a bitch about the whole thing. ] (else:)[\ The small reading chair is a cushioned leather wingback with gleaming golden upholstery tacks running down the front of both armrests. The table is a small wooden piece, painted a glossy black with gold trim(if: (history:) contains "Library fireplace")[ that matches the fireplace's mantel]. "Okay, the reading chair actually looks pretty comfy," $wife says. "Don't get me wrong. It's gaudy like everything else in this place, but I could see myself chilling in this with a good book and a glass of wine." "Dibs!" you say cheerfully, throwing yourself butt-first into the piece of furniture. $wife was right. It's surprisingly comfortable. The cushioning is clearly well-worn, but there is still more than enough spring to support someone sitting in it. You don't sink absurdly far down into it like you do with some particularly worn chairs you've encountered. "This //is// a nice chair," you taunt $wife, wiggling your backside into the cushion. "You jerk! I was gonna try it out!" she argues playfully. "Still might!" With that threat, she spins around and starts coming straight for your lap with her own shapely butt. "Aaaaaagh!" you let out a shriek just as she's feining sitting down on you. "Don't be a baby," she chides. "I was joking.(if: $wifeBust > 3 and not $takeBra)[ Besides, I don't know if that thing could support all //four// of us." She hefts her massive new breasts and lets them drop with a loud "clap" as skin meets skin. She may have a point.](else:)["] "It wasn't that," you explain, your voice trying to crack. "I just felt //something// touch me... like... //touch// me." "What, like a ghost?" $wife digs.(if: $ghostWarned)[ "Because the Countess is supposed to be stuck upstairs..."] You jump up from the chair, looking back at it with a certain unease. You're sure you felt it. After you sat down, there was a hot wetness that wrapped around your flaccid member. It felt like a surprise blowjob. Particularly surprising, as you were fully dressed and the only mouth nearby was $wife's, and she certainly hadn't pulled anything in that moment. "Maybe I just imagined it..." you offer, trying to put both of your nerves at ease. "If you say so," $wife concedes. ] } (button:)[[[Leave the chair|Library]]]

Volumes upon volumes of books stare at you from the jaw-dropping collection surrounding you in the dark of the library. Books of all shape, size, and age are intermixed on the shelves. It must have taken decades or more to curate such a library. "Bet it's mostly erotica," $wife says sarcastically, glancing around, as well. "You think so?" you say, a bit more hopeful than you intended. "Calm down there, $player," she says with a grin. "Just a joke." "Still, there //could// be a lot of erotica in here." "That there could(if: $wifeBust >= 4)[. Too bad you don't have anything more... //tangible// around to help you get your jollies," she says with a pointed slap against the bare expanse of tit flesh in front of her.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 1)[. Too bad there hasn't been any //fantasy-come-true// boob growing shenanigans happening in real life to get your motor going," she says with a knowing wobble of her expanded tits.](else:)[," she says with a sly smile.] "Too bad we don't have time to really look through all these," you admit defeat at the thought of combing through all of the information around you. (if: not $doctorFateKnown)["Could be some clues to this place's history, what happened to (if: $nameKnown)[this VanBusen lady](else:)[the woman that lived here]."](else:)["Could be some good info in these books."] "Yeah," $wife agrees, "but that could literally take a lifetime." "Not if we skimmed them," you argue playfully. "Really hoping to find some porn, aren't you?" (button:)[[["Always."|Library]]]

The ashes of the fireplace are little more than a faint dusting yet to be scattered by the whisper of a draft that whistles from the depths of the chimney. As you crouch down close to examine the remnants of past fires, you can feel a light rustling of your hair as the draft pulls at you, attempting to draw you up into the vertical shaft of brick with the saddest of efforts. Scattered among the ashes, you can see a few miniscule clumps of charcoal that failed to fully break down when their parent wood was burned. After scraping around in the dim light of the flashlight, you find what looks like a small scrap of paper, its ragged edges singed from a fire that hasn't been here in ages. You pick up the scrap, but it does not appear to have any legible writing on it. Furthermore, it rapidly begins to disintegrate in your hand as you touch it. "What is it?" $wife inquires. "Paper," you answer, standing back up. "Someone burned papers or something." { (if: (history:) contains "Ashes 2F" and "Fireplace book")[\ "Bet it was whatever that scrap from the upstairs hearth came from... probably that book's missing page," she says, gesturing to the ancient tome on the mantel. ] (else-if: (history:) contains "Ashes 2F")[\ "Bet it was whatever that scrap from the upstairs hearth came from," she says. "The draft must have taken part of it up the chimney." ] (else-if: (history:) contains "Fireplace book" and "Guest room 2")[\ "Wonder if it was our missing page from that book?" she muses, gesturing to the ancient tome on the mantel. "You know... I bet this fireplace is connected to the one upstairs. The draft could mean that parts of whatever was burned got sucked up into the other fireplace. We should check that out." ] (else-if: (history:) contains "Fireplace book")[\ "Wonder if it was our missing page from that book?" she muses, gesturing to the ancient tome on the mantel. ] (else:)[\ "What do you think the odds are that whatever it was had some vital clues to whatever weird shit happened here?" she asks. ] } You shrug. "Maybe so." You crouch back to do a bit more sifting, but turn up nothing more of interest. (button:)[[[Leave it be|Library fireplace]]]

{ (if: $remainingWishes is 2)[\ (if: visits is 1)[\ "What are you doing?!" $wife cuts in, a mild panic filling her voice. "He's summoning //ME//," a husky, low voice says from behind you.(set: $metDevil to true) The two of you spin around to see a woman, or at least, a woman-ish figure, sitting in the reading chair near the fireplace, one leg splayed over the arm, putting her naked pussy on full display. You are immediately certain that you're looking at Lustra, the bound devil. She is easily seven feet tall, possibly more. Even seated, she is nearly looking at you at eye level. Her figure is unreal. Her legs and thighs are thick and plush, her belly is fit with the slightest hint of pudge, and her breasts are bigger than your head. By a fair margin. (if: $wifeBust > 4)[You'd be more aghast at their size, if $wife's hadn't already surpassed them from her growth.] While she certainly has the stature of an Amazonian, the devil's human traits largely stop with her overall shape. Her skin is a pale red hue and seems to emit a mild heat shimmer all over, as though it were well over 100 degrees. Her hair is styled as a shoulder-length bob with straight bangs that hang down to her nose, obscuring her eyes. The color is a deep violet-black, with orange-red highlights that seem to dance from strand to strand like licking flames. A pair of large curled horns like those of a ram, but a deep burgundy in coloration, protrude from either side of her head, curling around and under so that their points face forward at her cheekbones. Clusters of small, similarly colored horns stick out straight from her shoulders and hips. She wears no clothing at all, excepting a "top" made of hefty metal chains wrapped tightly around her breasts, causing them to puff outward at the top and bottom, struggling against their shackles. Each of her areolas and nipples is obscured by a large padlock the size of your hand. Both of the locks are as black as obsidian, and they are clearly unnatural. One is adorned by an open, fanged mouth, a long, writhing tongue hanging from it, rivulets of drool glistening on its surface. The other lock is host to a massive, yellow eye with a reptilian slit of a pupil cutting its center, jittering rapidly and looking nervously all around the room, unblinking. "Wondered how long it would take you two to finally pull the trigger," the devil teases, still in her breathy, sensual voice. "I've been sitting here, watching your antics all night. It's been a bit since anything interesting happened in this place." "So you've been there the whole time?" $wife asks her. "Just... invisible?" "Not really 'invisible.' More like... caught between dimensions. Sitting just outside your reality." { (if: (history:) contains "Library chair")[\ "...in that chair?" you ask, thinking back to the sensations you felt when you sat briefly. The devil licks her lips slowly with a long, pointed tongue. "Yep," she says with a grin. "In it... or around it. The whole time." You're certain you weren't imagining things. She must've taken your cock into her mouth for a moment from whatever other dimension she was in. You can feel yourself engorging at the thought of this sensuous creature sucking you off. But she doesn't press the issue and you decide it's best if you don't either. You're glad when $wife finally says something, interrupting the silence. ] } "Well, I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself while we wander around this creepy place," $wife snips. "I //really// have," Lustra says.(if: $wifeBust >= 1)[ "I know you've enjoyed it, too," she adds with a pointed nod toward $wife's tits. $wife doesn't respond.] "How does it work, anyway?" you ask. "You watching from wherever you were, I mean." "I won't burden your little mortal minds with knowledge you couldn't fathom, but just know that I'm quite aware of everything going on within quite a distance from myself, whether in this dimension or others that simply overlap it." "Magic bullshit. Got it," $wife quips. "I like you," the devil says to her. "I think we could do good business together." "Right, wishes..." you mutter. "//RIGHT//! Wishes," she repeats with joyous emphasis, her chain-bound breasts bounding as she shifts her position in the chair. In her new position, her exposed groin is now angled directly toward you. "Are we //sure// this is a road we want to go down?" $wife asks timidly. "She //is// a devil." "Oh, give it a rest..." Lustra harps. "(if: $nymphRevived)[Busty plant lady? Fine. ](if: (history:) contains "Idol")[Cursed idol? Fine. ](if: (history:) contains "Drink" or "Wife drink")[Mysterious potions? Fine. ](if: (history:) contains "Wife raygun")[Sciency gun of unknown origin? Fine. ](if: $metOlga)[Sexy robot maids? Fine ](if: (history:) contains "Read lounge book")[//Fucking// witchcraft? Fine. ] As soon as someone mentions 'devils' to you mortals? That's where we draw the fucking line. You can get off your high horse, lady. You've been right there with your man while you both put together the means to summon me. You don't want to place a wish? Okay. But don't get all judgy about it." "Wow..." $wife stammers. "I guess you really //can// see what goes on around here." "Honey, I can see the dirty dreams you've had at night." "Disturbing," $wife says. "But honestly, I just had no idea devils were so..." "Powerful?" Lustra offers. "Easily offended," $wife corrects with a sly smile. Lustra's smile weakens ever so noticeably. You're certain her eyes would be narrowed if you could see them from beneath her hair. "I //really// like you." "Jury's out on how I feel about you," $wife responds. Lustra chuckles wordlessly before speaking again. "Well what's it gonna be? You two want to makes some wishes? Or is there something else I can do for you?" ] (else:)[\ Lustra eyes you from her splayed position in her chair, idly running a sharp black fingernail across the red flesh of her inner thigh and labia. She cocks her head to the side and asks, "What else can I do for you two?" ] (button:)[[["Nevermind."|Devil vanish]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Devil convo self")[(button:)[[["Tell us about yourself."|Devil convo self]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Devil convo wishes")[(button:)[[["How exactly do these wishes work?"|Devil convo wishes]]] ] (else:)[(button:)[[["We're ready to make some wishes."|Wishes]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Devil convo events")[(button:)[[["We want to know everything that happened here."|Devil convo events]]] ] ] (else-if: $remainingWishes is 0)[\ You wait for a moment, but nothing happens. You think for a second you can hear Lustra's husky voice cackling from somewhere beyond the confines of the library walls, but you can't be certain. "She's been freed," $wife says, irritation in her voice. "You didn't think she'd hang around here after that, did you?" (button:)[[["Thought it was worth a shot..."|Library fireplace]]] ] }

"Careful," $wife cautions as you reach into the devastated remains of the glass case and tenderly brush aside the pebbles of tempered glass. You pick up the only real bound book among the items and open it, //The Madness of Countess Von Busen//. The stiff leather of the cover creaks as though it has been years since it was last read. A thought occurs to you that it most likely has been. $wife angles her light so that you can read the first few pages. Unsurprisingly, they consist of the front matter and copyright info. This tome appears to be a first edition printing from some Eastern European press you've never heard of. The book's print date is listed as 1913. The full title page elaborates on the nature of the volume: //The Madness of Countess Von Busen, Being an Account of the Aristocrat's Decline into Perversity and Her Attempts to Besmirch a Good Town's Name//. You relay the info to $wife, who has been struggling to read over your shoulder the whole time. { (if: (history:) contains "Nymph convo Countess")["It was written about a hundred years after the Countess lived, assuming Meloni was right," $wife says. "Seems like the locals' opinions of her didn't improve much in that time," you add. $wife nods in agreement. ] (else:)["Seems like she was popular..." $wife muses. "Very..." you add. ] } You flip through a few pages, reading snippets here and there, but the overall sense you get is that this entire book was written as a second-hand historical account meant to justify the driving away of the Countess by the rest of the town. The few passages you glance over do not paint a pretty picture of the Countess. Wishing you could reasonably spend more time examining all of these books, you set the book back down and pick up one of the journals. A quick flip reveals a collection of writings, seemingly by the Countess herself. Some days are uneventful. Others list ideas for new inventions. Most of them are mundane. Checking another of the Countess's journals, this one appears much more focused on breasts and the perceived inferiority of women with small ones. There is also a fair few entries discussing a "brilliant device to harness the newfound power of electricity." However, there are no specifics given. Another book is a portfolio collection of various device schematics, but nothing seems terribly interesting. Another is full of lingerie sketches, though they are hardly racy by modern standards, but they are clearly meant to accomodate immense breasts larger than any you've ever seen.(if: $wifeBust >= 6)[ Well... any you had seen before tonight...] Finally, you make your way to a ratty looking journal with binding that is clearly in distress. The book looks like it has been through hell and back. As you open it, the paper inside cracks and crumbles in places beneath your touch. "Easy," $wife whispers nervously. "Doing my best," you say. After a tense few moments, you get the journal open to a single page, and you decide this is likely all you're getting. Thankfully, the shredded spine seemed willing to open to this page, but you venture a guess that any others may prove too taxing on the tome. You don't want to be the reason such a storied artifact crumbles to dust. The page before you is something straight out of a horror movie. You note that that scrawled date is definitely the latest of any you've seen in the Countess's writings. The entire page is filled, margins and all, with barely legible scratch that repeats phrases like //Small tits must die, They'll all pay, I will show them,// and //I will possess the breasts of a goddess!// "Okay..." $wife says. "I think that's enough creepy book reading. You gently close the book and lay it back into the ravaged case. (button:)[[["I think you're right."|Library]]]

You pick up the bound pages that make up the "book" on the mantel. They feel stiff and fragile in your hands, the paper crunching faintly as you handle it. "Careful," $wife cautions. "Seems //really// old." "No kidding..." you mutter, carefully folding open the cover sheet on an ancient crease line. Inside, you're greeted by writing that you cannot decipher. You think you recognize a few bits of the Greek alphabet from your college days, so you assume it's old Greek writing but can't be certain. Carefully flipping through the sheets, you come to a place that the book seems to naturally want to open to. There are a few scribbles of pen in the margins on the left sheet. They consist of an arrow pointing to the right sheet with a brief note that reads "Promising summon?" The modern scribble feels like sacrilege in such a storied artifact. More concerning, though, is the fact that a few small scraps of torn paper can be seen peeking out from the crevice of the binding, implying that whatever page the note was pointing to has been ripped from the packet. "Something was torn out of this book," you say to $wife, who is looking on curiously. "Not that it would do us much good. The book is in Greek or something, so not much chance of deciphering it right now." "Oh well," $wife says with a frown. {(if: (history:) contains "Journal 5")["But I bet you this was the summoning ritual she mentioned in her journal." "Probably," you agree. "Not much help to us now, though."] } (button:)[[[Put the book back|Library fireplace]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ "Fine," the devil says sharply. "Fuck me, I guess." Immediately, she vanishes in a puff of smoke as the smell of sulfur permeates the room. "Pleasure's all ours..." $wife calls after her. (button:)[[["Well then, shall we move on?"|Library]]] ] (if: visits is 2)[\ "Ugh... the first interesting night in years and you keep sending me to my room..." the devil bemoans. "Fine, I'll just have to entertain //myself//." Immediately, her lengthy, pointed tongue lulls from her mouth as she raises a hand and wraps her index and ring fingers with her tongue until they glisten with saliva. She retracts the tongue and moves her lubricated fingers down toward her pussy as the familiar puff of sulfuric smoke whisks her away to her pocket dimension. "So fun to chat with, that one," $wife mutters. (button:)[[["...Yeah."|Library]]] ] (if: visits > 2)[\ "Yeah, yeah. Until you need me again..." the devil grumbles, flipping you both middle fingers as puffs away once more. (button:)[[["Moving on..."|Library]]] ] }

"Ooh! I get to talk about //myself//?" the devil says, dripping sarcasm. "You'd really want to know about someone like meeeee?" "Well, not if you're gonna be a dick about it," $wife cuts. "Seriously, girl" the devil says, turning to look straight at $wife, "we could be total besties." At least, you assume she is looking at $wife, as her bangs fully cover her eyes. "We just want to know who exactly we're dealing with, here," you say, trying to break through the awkwardness. "If we're making a literal deal with the devil, then I'd like it to be a devil we know." "Did you seriously just throw me the two oldest devil cliches known to man?" Lustra snaps with enough irritation that you can //hear// her eyes rolling through her voice. "I mean, they fit the situation," you defend. "Look here, dude. I can straight up see into your thoughts. Part of the whole 'devil' schtick. You do //not// want to piss me off. I could give $wife here an itemized list of your mental search history." $wife's head snaps to look your way. You can feel beads of sweat materializing on your forehead. "I think you're right about this 'besties' thing..." $wife says with a smile. "God, he's so fun to poke," Lustra says with a smile. "He is," $wife says. She leans in and grabs your arm affectionately. You feel your very essence breathe a deep sigh of relief. Definitely didn't need to have that conversation right here and now. "So..." you clear your throat, "about you?" "Ugh... fine," the devil aquiesces. "I'm what is called a 'Devil of Carnal Pleasure. There's tons of devils in tons of varieties. Devils of Suffering. Devils of Greed. Devils of Malice. Devils of Glory. Devils of Hatred. So on and so forth... "We typically stick to our own dimension. What some of your more annoying fellow humans would call Hell. For us, it's just... home. "Occassionally we dip into your dimension to cause chaos and have some fun. Think of this reality as our 'overseas destination' whenever we take a little vacay. Pop over for some quick sight seeing, bang the locals, steal a souvenir, and head home with a week-long hangover." "We have different opinions on how a vacation works," $wife says as you nod along with a raise eyebrow. "Look, sweetie, you get the idea," the devil continues. "We dip in and have a good time before heading back. Unfortunately, some of the more zealous humans have devised methods for... detaining us." She wiggles her shoulders back and forth so that her enormous chained bosom quakes and quivers. "I happened to piss off a couple of them several centuries ago when I tried to offer them a bargain on some wishes. Fucking lost that bet with Plasia... Guess she was right that I couldn't score the souls of three monks at once." "They bound you(if: (history:) contains "Firplace book")[ with that book," you say, nodding to the bound pages on the fireplace mantel.](else:)[," you say solemnly.] You're surprised to find that you feel sorry for the fiend. "Bingo. Now I'm stuck hanging around this dump until I can persuade two more humans to sign over their souls for wishes of carnal pleasure." She makes a gross sound in her throat before continuing, "I used to offer this shit for funsies. Now, I'm stuck offering it to anybody who'll listen." She pauses for a tense moment. "Speaking, of... you two want to make some wishes or what? Or is there something else you want?" (button:)[[["Nevermind."|Devil vanish]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Devil convo wishes")[(button:)[[["How exactly do these wishes work?"|Devil convo wishes]]] ] (else:)[(button:)[[["We're ready to make some wishes."|Wishes]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Devil convo events")[(button:)[[["We want to know everything that happened here."|Devil convo events]]] ]

"Now, you're talking," Lustra says, suddenly sitting upright at full attention. Her posture shifts forward, seemingly excited with the direction the conversation has taken. "Here's the terms," she says, smiling wide. She holds up the index finger of her left hand, "First rule: I'm a carnal pleasure devil, so wishes are limited to that purview. If it ain't kinky, don't even thinky." $wife rolls her eyes. Putting up her middle finger next to the index finger, Lustra continues, "Second rule: I'm not all powerful. We carnal pleasures are low level devils. Sure, I've got god-like powers compared to you morts, but I'm no greed or hatred devil. There are limits to the scope of what I can do." With her ring finger now raised, "Third rule: None of that 'love' bullshit. I'm here for the getting rocks off. Love's got nothing to do with it." Pinky finger, "Fourth rule: Gonna need some collateral. This is a binding contract between us. You gotta sign over your soul if you want to play." You sense $wife squirming next to you, and you feel your own bile rise. "And before you go getting all squeamish about 'eternal damnation' and all that shit, I'm not taking your souls to hell or anything. That's just if you back out of the terms of the agreement." "Which are?" $wife gets the words out just before you manage to. "I give you a wish, and you relinquish yourself to me at a time of my choosing for my own carnal uses. Layman's terms, I get a no questions asked booty call... or I take your soul to hell for all eternity, blah blah blah. See? Not as bad as those zealots would have you believe, huh?" "You give us a wish, and you hold the ownership of our soul until you decide to fuck us?" you clarify. "Crude, but accurate," she says with a smile, still holding up her four fingers, wiggling them lightly. "Doesn't seem so bad," you say. $wife fires you a glance that says something between "What the fuck?" and "Are we seriously considering this?" "What do you think?" you throw her a bone. $wife alternates between staring at you and the devil for a moment before she speaks, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm up for it, if you are. Tonight has been super weird and weirdly arousing and honestly, a wish from an immortal being is something it's hard to say no to, if--and this is a //big// if--what she says is all true." "Cross my heart," Lustra says with a grin, miming a cross in the air in front of her groin. "Can we make a request to append the terms of the agreement?" $wife asks. "Not typically, but since I'm frankly pretty desperate to get the fuck out of here, I'll entertain the idea, at least within the bounds of my seals," Lustra answers, gesturing at the otherworldly locks hanging in front of her nipples. "When you come to collect," $wife says, speaking loudly and firmly. "You collect from both of us. We're a couple. We stay together. Even for a devil's three-way." "Oh, come ON! You //know// that's a different thing!" Lustra says before catching herself and breathing in and out deeply. $wife just smiles. "Again, I'm not really one for letting the short-spans dictate their own deal terms, but I'd love for this one to go through, so sure. I'll fuck you both at once." Your brain begins sorting through logistics, but you're disrupted by $wife speaking to you. "Well, what do you think we should do?" Her eyes have a simultaneously pleading and expectant look in them. "Seems the ball is in your court, little man," Lustra says, leaning forward so that you have a clear view of her squished cleavage and the deep black abyss within it. "Where do we go from here?" (button:)[[["Nevermind."|Devil vanish]]] { (if: (history:) does not contain "Devil convo self")[(button:)[[["Tell us about yourself."|Devil convo self]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Devil convo events")[(button:)[[["We want to know everything that happened here."|Devil convo events]]] ] (button:)[[["We're ready to make some wishes."|Wishes]]] }

"Ugh," Lustra gripes. "Fine. Nothing like recapping the last five years of boring imprisonment with the only two people who can free you..." "I mean, we could just leave..." $wife threatens. "Yeah, whatever..." Lustra continues, "I'll tell you all about Miss Insecurity and the //EvIl CoUnTeSs//... But I'm already bored as shit thinking about it, so if you don't mind, I'm gonna keep myself entertained for the duration." "Sure," you say, "but how are you--" You cut off your sentence as the devil reaches down and plunges the middle and index fingers of her right hand into the folds of her pussy, sliding them in and out slowly. All the while, her thumb is massaging her clit in a circular motion. "Could you... not?" $wife asks. "Look, you want the info or..." she cuts off her speech as she tils her head back and lets out a low "Mmmmmmmmm." After a second of indulgence, she finishes the thought, "Or not?" "Suit yourself," $wife says, "It's just... (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")[distracting...](else:)[offputting...]" (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")[You can agree with that assessment.](else:)[You can't say you agree with $wif'e assessment, but you don't say anything.] "Anyway," Lustra continues with her fondling and speaking, totally ignoring $wife's comment. "You already read Lilith's account from her journal, so no need to rehash how I got here. I sat around in my little prison for weeks while she agonized over the perfect wish and wording. Not unwise, mind you. Just painfully dull." She pauses and lets out another brief moan of pleasure before continuing her tale. "And of course you read all about her little encounter with her ancestor that she just wanted to impress. So then she had to come crawling back to me and wish for her body back." { (if: (history:) contains "Devil convo wishes")[\ "Wait a minute," you interrupt. "How exactly does that constitute a wish for 'carnal pleasure'? You broke your own rule. "Let's just say she wished for the removal process to be... extra pleasurable. There's lots of ways to pull a spirit out of a body. Some are less painful than others. Some are downright... orgasmic." Her recollection of the event seems to be driving her wild. Her pawing and fingering is becoming more intense, and she nearly growled the word "orgasmic." "Fair," you say, with a sidelong glance to $wife, whose own eyes are glued to the devil's nethers. ] (else:)[\ "Sure, we read that part, too," you say. ] } "What we really want to know is what exactly happened to her after the possession.(if: (history:) contains "Journal 14")[ What happened after the lab experiment.] Where is she?" $wife demands. "I'm getting to it," Lustra says, taking a break from pleasuring herself to bring her fingers to her lips and lick the juices from them before returning the hand to its work. You think about her long, pointed tongue wrapping itself around you. "A few months after she was freed, Lilith decided it would be wise to seal herself in her new freezing chamber invention thing. Still hoping against hope for a breakthrough that would give her a fraction of the powers I possess. You humans and your... hope. Ugh..." "Yes, yes, we suck," $wife snips. "No argument here," Lustra retorts. "Anyway, one of her little helper bots, the upstairs one--" "Helga," you provide, making a serious effort to keep your eyes from drifting down to her chest or crotch. "Sure, Helen, right," Lustra continues barreling onward with her story and her pleasuring, "She was supposed to wake up Lilith, but the Countess managed to mimic Lilith's voice and override code as the robot walked past her door. It was good enough that it fooled the voice detection, and she was able to order the maid into one of the guest rooms where she had her lock herself away, leaving poor little Lilith frozen away in her basement lab."(set: $doctorFateKnown to true) "You saw all of this from your 'other dimension'?" you press the devil. "No," she says flatly, seemingly much more focused on speeding up her rhythm of masturbation as she lets out another moan. "Then how do you even know all this?" $wife demands, irritated. "First of all... //Mmmmmmmmm//" the devil's thought is derailed as she bites her lip and rolls her head back for a moment. Her masturbation is growing furious enough to shake her tits wildly. You notice her toes curling at the end of the leg splayed over the arm of the chair. $wife snaps her fingers at the devil, "Hello?" "You are //such// a buzzkill," she fires back. "You were saying?" $wife prods. "You're not paying me for this info, so you'll get it when you get... //OH FUCK YESSSSS! YYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!//" the devil is lost in pure orgasmic bliss. Her fingers slide in and out of her pussy furiously, and she's brought down her other hand to work her clit simultaneously. She writhes and screams in pleasure for several moments before things calm down again and she seems to remember you're there. "As I was saying," she continues as though she hadn't just stopped to cum for several minutes, "first of all, I'm a devil, so I'm a bit more powerful than //you//. Second of all, the countess's room is nearly above us here. Just a few feet that direction." She flings her hand toward the manor's south wall, rivulets of her own juices flying off from the action. $wife scrunches her nose at this when she notices. You try not to wonder what a devil's pussy tastes like... "You just happened to overhear all of this?" $wife quesions. "My hearing is very good, even by devil standards," Lustra says, proud of herself. "Well," you speak up, "I think that answers most of our questions about what happened here." "Among other things," $wife mumbles, watching in mild discomfort as the devil is finishing up licking her hands clean. "Happy to help," Lustra says in a mocking tone. "We ready to talk wishes now, or is there something else?" (button:)[[["Nevermind."|Devil vanish]]] { (if: (history:) does not contain "Devil convo self")[(button:)[[["Tell us about yourself."|Devil convo self]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Devil convo wishes")[(button:)[[["How exactly do these wishes work?"|Devil convo wishes]]] ] (else:)[(button:)[[["We're ready to make some wishes."|Wishes]]]] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ "All RIGHT!" Lustra says with serious enthusiasm. "Let's get a contract in place, and we can break these chains so I can get the FUCK out of this place." As she says this, she throws her chest side to side, causing her melon-sized mammaries to jiggle and bob in their metal confines. Before her bust has even stopped moving from her previous motion, she reaches out a hand and shoots it up into her cleavage from below. When the hand reemerges, it is holding a small book bound in crimson leather and an oversized black feather quill that you are certain could not have been hidden in her cleavage. You chalk it up to devil magic with a silent shrug. Lustra flips the book effortlessly open to a page that contains thousand of words so tiny that it is impossible to actually read them. "Just your standard infernal contract," she says as you and $wife exchange worried glances. "Sign your names okaying your eternal souls as collateral should you fail to answer my summons for my half of the deal and we can get started. You will each get one wish, and please do remember the rules." "This is it," $wife says, worry in her eyes. "Do we do it or not?" Lustra lets out a barely audible groan of impatience. "We do it," you say with as much certainty as you can muster. "Finally!" the devil nearly shouts. She leans forward and thrusts her quill and book into your hands. You gaze at the items for a moment, marvelling at how hot they are. Her cleavage must be scorching. You swallow hard and sign your name to the first line of the page. The ink from the pen is thick and red, almost like blood. You choose to believe it isn't. After you sign, you wordlessly hand it to $wife. After a moment, she signs as well, handing the items back to the devil afterward. Lustra takes the book and quill, sliding them back into her cleavage, making it abundantly clear that they are just vanishing rather than being stowed there. You wonder if she even needs to slide them into the crevice or if she's doing it just because she knows it drives you wild. The devil then stands up from her chair, fully emphasizing her insane stature. Were this not a home with high ceilings, her head would likely be through it. She's easily eight feet tall. Maybe more. You suddenly feel a dread as though you've possibly made a huge mistake. "Well, what'll it be?" she asks. Her voice seems deeper and more booming than before. Maybe it's an illusion from her increased height. You hope it is. "You can wish first," $wife says, taking a half step backward from the devil. Here goes nothing... ] (else-if: visits is 2)[\ "Are we actually gonna do this shit or not?" the devil asks impatiently. ] (else-if: visits is 3)[\ "I'm waiting..." the devil says with a pointed sigh. ] (else:)[\ The devil stands, leaning on her chair, tapping her fingers on the back, waiting for your wish. ] (button:)[[["We need more time to think this over."|Wishes declined]]] (button:)[[["I wish $wife had the world's biggest tits!"|Wish big growth ending]]] (button:)[[["I wish to cure world hunger!"|Wish hunger]]] (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[(button:)[[["I wish that $wife's breasts would grow proportionally as much as they did in their last single growth spurt."|Wish slight growth]]] ] (button:)[[["I wish that the Countess were sent back to the afterlife."|Wish Countess]]] (if: $nymphRevived)[(button:)[[["I wish that Meloni were free from her pot, with her own legs to walk around."|Wish Meloni legs]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Wish Kirsten")[(button:)[[["I wish that Kirsten's breasts were returned to their normal size."|Wish Kirsten]]] ] (if: $wifeLac is 1)[(button:)[[["I wish $wife would keep lactating."|Wish milk ending]]] ] (if: $wifeLac is 1)[(button:)[[["I wish $wife had a big ol' sexy pregnant belly to go with her milky tits."|Wish fertility]]] ] (button:)[[["I wish that I could control the size of all women's breasts with my thoughts."|Wish size control ending]]] (if: $nymphRevived)[(button:)[[["I wish that we had a book containing all information related to the creation of ALL of the Countess's inventions."|Wish Countess inventions]]] ] (if: $wifeBust >= 3)[(button:)[[["I wish $wife had big enough breasts that I could //dive// into her cleavage."|Wish cleavage ending]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Ghost journals" and (history:) does not contain "Wish book case")[(button:)[[["I wish to have that case of books over there unlocked."|Wish book case]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Wish door lock" and (history:) contains "Locked door" and $doorLocked is true)[(button:)[[["I wish the locked door upstairs was unlocked."|Wish door lock]]] ] (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[(button:)[[["I wish $wife and I could have sex right now!"|Wish sex now]]] ] (if: $seenKeypad is true and $codeKnown is false and (history:) does not contain "Wish code")[(button:)[[["I wish to know the correct code to the keypad upstairs."|Wish code]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Nymph" and $nymphRevived is false)[(button:)[[["I wish the nymph upstairs would be fully restored to good health."|Wish Meloni revived]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Wish Lilith")[(button:)[[["I wish that the lady of the house was back here in this room, safe and sound."|Wish Lilith]]]] }

(if: (history:) contains "Wish hunger")[(go-to: "Epilogue hunger")] (if: (history:) contains "Wish fertility")[(go-to: "Epilogue fertility")] (if: (history:) contains "Wish sex now")[(go-to: "Epilogue sex now")]

"You guys are fucking killing me," Lustra complains. "What else can I do for you then?" (button:)[[["Nevermind."|Devil vanish]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Devil convo self")[(button:)[[["Tell us about yourself."|Devil convo self]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Devil convo events")[(button:)[[["We want to know everything that happened here."|Devil convo events]]] ]

"Mmmmm... nah," Lustra dismisses you. "I don't wanna. Breaks rule one, so try again." You roll your eyes. You just want to do the right thing, but this devil isn't making it easy. "Fine," you say, setting your resolve, "(if: (history:) contains "Devil convo events")[you said you got her out of Lilith's body via sexy methods, so](else:)[if it's gotta be sexy, then] I wish that you would give the Countess such an incredible, world-shaking orgasm that she was sent straight to the afterlife. How's that?" "I don't think it works that way," $wife says to you. Then, to the devil, "Does it work that way?" "Honestly," Lustra pauses for a moment. She seems lost in thought just long enough for things to turn awkward. After a bit, she finally takes a step forward, her body language conveying excitement and causing a jiggle to permeate her breasts and thighs as she steps. "I can do that. //Very// interesting wish. You're not bad for a mortal. Creative. I'll enjoy that when I come to collect." She then clears her throat and widens her stance. She spreads her arms directly outward to her sides, truly emphasizing just how big she really is. "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $player." Her voice is booming, seemingly echoing through the library as she speaks those words. A moment after she speaks, you see the eyeball lock begin to frantically twitch and turn before it focuses on some non-point in the middle distance, the slit of a pupil vibrating back and forth. Then, with a loud //POP//, the lock's shackle separates from the mechanism, and the whole thing drops to the floor, vanishing in a haze of sparks and embers just when it would have met the surface. With the lock gone, several lengths of the binding chains around Lustra's chest begin to uncoil, falling away from her incredible tits and poofing away just like the lock. "Ah, much better!" the devil says, stretching her arms and shoulders as her breasts begin to pulse faintly. At first, you notice only a simple jiggle in the red flesh every second or so, but soon you see that her breast, in all their massive glory, are actually beginning to grow in pulsating waves. Straining hard against the few remaining wraps of chain so that the breast that was covered by the eye lock is now bulging outward around the chains like a water balloon held by a rubber band. The flesh is growing enough that the bulging flesh still fully obscures her areola without the lock's presence. "Did your tits just grow?" you ask. "Not exactly," the devil explains. "The binding is lessened with each wish, allowing me to return to a bit of my former power." "So they //did// grow..." you say. "So your power is in your tits?" $wife asks before the devil can respond to you. "Honey, the power is //always// in the tits," Lustra responds with a nod to $wife's chest. She seems to ignore your comment entirely. Then you hear the sounds begin. It starts as a faint murmur of a voice, but it's as though it's reverberating from the walls of the room itself. As it grows louder, you're able to trace the voice to a source: the ceiling above you. It's the Countess. The voice continues rhythmically. You're pretty sure you can make it out as moaning. Your wish is working. She's on the verge of cumming up there. "She seems to be enjoying herself," $wife says, a sense of embarrassment in her voice. "Honey, I just poured an entire soul's worth of devil magic into her incorporeal pussy. She's about to really feel it." You swallow hard and turn an ear toward the mounting moaning. Not only is she getting louder. She's going faster. "Nearly there," Lustra says with a grin. "You two getting turned on, too? Or is it just me?" The devil moves a hand down to her pussy and begins to idly play with herself as she listens in. You clear your throat. $wife says, "It's pretty awkward. Should we be listening in like this?" "She's the one shouting from the rooftops, so to speak," the devil replies, not ceasing her own play. The moaning is suddenly replaced by a booming voice that causes the very air around you to tremble and sends a chill down your spine, "//OH... OH... OH MY... OH GoOoOoOoOoOoOoD!//" The shouting is so loud that you fear it would deafen you, were you in the same room. The Countess stresses and stretches the sole syllable in the word "god" to the point that you fear the word may give out. After a second, you wonder if she's able to stretch it out purely because she has no physical lungs. At least, you don't think she would as a spirit. With a final hurrah, the screaming ceases and the air becomes still once more. "Shame, I was really getting into it," Lustra says, disappointed. She pulls her fingers away from her pussy and licks them clean with her long, pointed tongue. "So, what about you?" she says, angling toward $wife. $wife looks at you and then down to the floor for a second. When she looks up at the devil, you see a keen resolve in her gaze. She has an idea in mind. "I'll have what she's having," $wife says with a huge grin. She turns to you and flexes an eyebrow. "I considered altruism, but that sounded great... Plus, Lustra's right. I'm pretty heated up now." "So, just to be clear, you're wishing for exactly the same thing I just gave to the Countess? Because you haven't actually said 'I wish...'" Lustra asks. "I wish for an orgasm every bit as powerful as the one the Countess's spirit just experienced, but without the effect of sending me to the afterlife," $wife says, measuring each word as she utters it. "So be it!" Lustra says. She throws out her arms again and repeats, "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $wife." This time, the mouth lock begins going nuts. The teeth chatter before the mouth flops open, limp. The tongue lashes out, licking the teeth and lips wildly before the lock clicks open and drops before vanishing along with the remaining chains. Lustra now stands before you in all her eight-foot-tall glory, utterly nude. Her breasts pulse and swell again until they are the size of beach balls, though they hang low with what is clearly a lot of weight. Now that the chains are fully gone, you can see the unsettling reason for her voice's echo from before. Each of her red-skinned breasts is adorned with a massive maroon areola, though instead of a nipple, the center of each is a wide mouth with luscious, full lips. Each of them, in turn, opens to reveal a set of teeth as sharp as the devil's 'normal' set and another long, pointed tongue. "Ah... much better," Lustra says from her normal mouth as well as from each of her breast mouths, all in unison. The echoing effect is much more pronounced without the chains. "At last I am unbound." "What the fuck is with the nipple mouths?!" you shriek. "Hey, fuck boy," Lustra's left boob says in an angry tone, "no body shaming here. This is what I look like. Maybe you play your cards right, you can find out what these 'nipple mouths' can do when I collect on your contract." "See you both //real// soon," her breasts say together as her face mouth just smiles. With that, Lustra vanishes into a cloud that smells of sulfur and charcoal. "I mean... what the actual fuck?" $wife mutters. "Right?!" "We have to have sex with that!" she continues. "I know... though..." you trail off. "And another fetish is born," $wife says, throwing her arms up. "Somehow I'm not surprised." "I'm just saying, it's interesting, now that I think about it," you defend. Then $wife drops to her knees(if: $wifeBust >= 1)[, her expanded chest bouncing wildly from the sudden motion]. "Are you okay?!" you ask, rushing to her side. She doesn't hear you. At least, she doesn't respond in any meaningful way. Instead, $wife throws her head back, gasping for breath as though she were having a seizure. The flashlight drops from her hand as she kneels there in the dim library, twitching and wimpering. You grab her by the shoulders, shaking her gently(if: $wifeBust >= 3)[ and trying your best to not stare into her wobbling cleavage]. "$wife, are you okay?! Say something!" "So...... sso...... sss....." she can't get whole word out between panting breaths. She's shaking and breathing in ragged, sharp breaths, not responding to you. Then the moaning starts. It's unlike anything you've ever heard escape her lips. It's animalistic. Primal. Gutteral. Her head rolls around on her neck. One hand makes its way between her legs to do you-can-only-guess, while the other hand makes its way for her right nipple(if: $wifeBust is 6)[, not quite making it there around the pile of breast flesh in her lap]. "Ah... ah... aaaaaaaaahhhhhh..." the moaning continues, more forceful and louder. She's writhing more and more by the second. Her hips and torso begin to buck rhythmically. She is in the throws of passion so deep that you are beginning to feel a little inadequate. "OH GOD!" she suddenly shouts out. Then again. And again. The orgasm is reaching a crescendo. Then her eyes are wide open and her head snaps to lock onto your own eyes. You stare deeply into your wife's gaze as her gaping mouth pants and sucks at the air, her lungs desperately clawing at a solid breath. "Here it comes," she says to you. Then her head snaps back and she screams the most beastial sound you've ever heard from a human being, let alone your sweet wife. #(text-style: "shudder")["FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"] Her body convulses. Her hands paw at her nipples and breasts and crotch. (if: $wifeLac is 1)[Her nipples each emits a sudden torrent of spraying milk streams. ] Then she suddenly goes quiet and collapses in a heap of post-orgasmic bliss on the floor, breathing slow and deep, but otherwise still. After a few minutes of letting her just rest up after that ordeal (and replaying the scene in your head over and over and over), you decide to gently rouse her. "Hey, $wife," you whisper, placing a hand lightly on her arm. "You okay?" She slowly stirs awake and looks up at you, confusion on her face, and a trail of drool on her cheek. "Wha..." she begins but stops. "Right... orgasm..." "Yeah, you, uh... seemed to enjoy yourself with that wish." "It was..." she stops, searching for the words before settling for, "It was good." "Well, shall we get up and continue on?" you say, standing up and offering her your hand. She takes it, pulling herself up to her feet and saying, "Yeah, let's move on."(set: $ghostVanquished to true)(set: $remainingWishes to 0) (button:)[[[Move on|Library]]]

"Ah, ah, ah," the devil tuts, wagging a finger. "Rule number one. I'm not here for altruism." "Fine," you huff. "I wish she had a new long, sexy pair of legs with, like... hot feet? I dunno, I'm not really a feet guy." Lustra lets out a puff of air that kicks up her bangs just enough that you //think// you caught a glimpse of an eye behind them. "Clearly reaching, but you've got the right spirit. Fine." She clears her throat and widens her stance. She spreads her arms directly outward to her sides, truly emphasizing just how big she really is. "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $player." Her voice is booming, seemingly echoing through the library as she speaks those words. A moment after she speaks, you see the eyeball lock begin to frantically twitch and turn before it focuses on some non-point in the middle distance, the slit of a pupil vibrating back and forth. Then, with a loud //POP//, the lock's shackle separates from the mechanism, and the whole thing drops to the floor, vanishing in a haze of sparks and embers just when it would have met the surface. With the lock gone, several lengths of the binding chains around Lustra's chest begin to uncoil, falling away from her incredible tits and poofing away just like the lock. "Ah, much better!" the devil says, stretching her arms and shoulders as her breasts begin to pulse faintly. At first, you notice only a simple jiggle in the red flesh every second or so, but soon you see that her breast, in all their massive glory, are actually beginning to grow in pulsating waves. Straining hard against the few remaining wraps of chain so that the breast that was covered by the eye lock is now bulging outward around the chains like a water balloon held by a rubber band. The flesh is growing enough that the bulging flesh still fully obscures her areola without the lock's presence. "Did your tits just grow?" you ask. "Not exactly," the devil explains. "The binding is lessened with each wish, allowing me to return to a bit of my former power." "So they //did// grow..." you say. "So your power is in your tits?" $wife asks before the devil can respond to you. "Honey, the power is //always// in the tits," Lustra responds with a nod to $wife's chest. She seems to ignore your comment entirely. "Now what's your wish?" she asks $wife. $wife thinks for a minute before asking, "Did you already do his thing? Does Meloni have her own legs?" "She does," Lustra says, sounding defeated. She adds in a mocking tone, "A long, sexy set of legs. With, like, hot feet." "Fair enough," $wife says before turning to you. "So we're going for Lilith's preferred wishes, right? Nice thinking. In that case, I wish that we had a book containing all of the Countess's knowledge regarding her breast growing inventions, including the Electrobust Device. That way we can use those devices to grow my tits." "You both realize I'm not stupid, right? I know you're just doing this in an attempt to help others," Lustra snips. "That said, I'd //really// like to be done with this stupid assignment, so fine. That's good enough." She throws out her arms again and repeats, "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $wife." This time, the mouth lock begins going nuts. The teeth chatter before the mouth flops open, limp. The tongue lashes out, licking the teeth and lips wildly before the lock clicks open and drops before vanishing along with the remaining chains. Lustra now stands before you in all her eight-foot-tall glory, utterly nude. Her breasts pulse and swell again until they are the size of beach balls, though they hang low with what is clearly a lot of weight. Now that the chains are fully gone, you can see the unsettling reason for her voice's echo from before. Each of her red-skinned breasts is adorned with a massive maroon areola, though instead of a nipple, the center of each is a wide mouth with luscious, full lips. Each of them, in turn, opens to reveal a set of teeth as sharp as the devil's 'normal' set and another long, pointed tongue. "Ah... much better," Lustra says from her normal mouth as well as from each of her breast mouths, all in unison. The echoing effect is much more pronounced without the chains. "At last I am unbound." "What the fuck is with the nipple mouths?!" you shriek. "Hey, fuck boy," Lustra's left boob says in an angry tone, "no body shaming here. This is what I look like. Maybe you play your cards right, you can find out what these 'nipple mouths' can do when I collect on your contract." "See you both //real// soon," her breasts say together as her face mouth just smiles. With that, Lustra vanishes into a cloud that smells of sulfur and charcoal. "I mean... what the actual fuck?" $wife mutters. "Right?!" "We have to have sex with that!" she continues. "I know... though..." you trail off. "And another fetish is born," $wife says, throwing her arms up. "Somehow I'm not surprised." "I'm just saying, it's interesting, now that I think about it," you defend. Eager to change the subject and get the newly spawned idea of a titfuck blowjob out of your head, you say to $wife, "I wonder what she did for our wishes." As if in response, a puff of sulfuric smoke appears in the seat of Lustra's chair. Once it has dissipated, you see a small, leather bound journal lying there. "That's gotta be the info on the Countess's inventions," $wife says, beaming. "It worked." You're already picking up the book and flipping through in the flashlight's dim illumination. It contains pages and pages of schematics and notes. Detailed illustrations. Step-by-step operation manuals. It's all there in plain English. If you can just find Lilith, this will be everything she was after. "It's all here," you say to $wife. "Awesome! We should probably go check on Meloni," she says. (set: $remainingWishes to 0)(set: $nymphFree to true)(set: $schematics to true) (button:)[[["You're right. Let's go."|Library]]]

Without hesitation, $wife blurts out, "And I wish $player had the biggest cock in the world!" "Excellent!" Lustra shouts with a wide smile. She then clears her throat and widens her stance. She spreads her arms directly outward to her sides, truly emphasizing just how big she really is. "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $player." Her voice is booming, seemingly echoing through the library as she speaks those words. A moment after she speaks, you see the eyeball lock begin to frantically twitch and turn before it focuses on some non-point in the middle distance, the slit of a pupil vibrating back and forth. Then, with a loud //POP//, the lock's shackle separates from the mechanism, and the whole thing drops to the floor, vanishing in a haze of sparks and embers just when it would have met the surface. With the lock gone, several lengths of the binding chains around Lustra's chest begin to uncoil, falling away from her incredible tits and poofing away just like the lock. "Ah, much better!" the devil says, stretching her arms and shoulders as her breasts begin to pulse faintly. At first, you notice only a simple jiggle in the red flesh every second or so, but soon you see that her breast, in all their massive glory, are actually beginning to grow in pulsating waves. Straining hard against the few remaining wraps of chain so that the breast that was covered by the eye lock is now bulging outward around the chains like a water balloon held by a rubber band. The flesh is growing enough that the bulging flesh still fully obscures her areola without the lock's presence. "Did your tits just grow?" you ask. "Not exactly," the devil explains. "The binding is lessened with each wish, allowing me to return to a bit of my former power." "So they //did// grow..." you say. "So your power is in your tits?" $wife asks before the devil can respond to you. "Honey, the power is //always// in the tits," Lustra responds with a nod to $wife's chest. She seems to ignore your comment entirely. "Now then," Lustra says as she throws out her arms again and repeats, "by the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $wife." This time, the mouth lock begins going nuts. The teeth chatter before the mouth flops open, limp. The tongue lashes out, licking the teeth and lips wildly before the lock clicks open and drops before vanishing along with the remaining chains. Lustra now stands before you in all her eight-foot-tall glory, utterly nude. Her breasts pulse and swell again until they are the size of beach balls, though they hang low with what is clearly a lot of weight. Now that the chains are fully gone, you can see the unsettling reason for her voice's echo from before. Each of her red-skinned breasts is adorned with a massive maroon areola, though instead of a nipple, the center of each is a wide mouth with luscious, full lips. Each of them, in turn, opens to reveal a set of teeth as sharp as the devil's 'normal' set and another long, pointed tongue. "Ah... much better," Lustra says from her normal mouth as well as from each of her breast mouths, all in unison. The echoing effect is much more pronounced without the chains. "At last I am unbound." "What the fuck is with the nipple mouths?!" you shriek. "Hey, fuck boy," Lustra's left boob says in an angry tone, "no body shaming here. This is what I look like. Maybe you play your cards right, you can find out what these 'nipple mouths' can do when I collect on your contract." "See you both //real// soon," her breasts say together as her face mouth just smiles. With that, Lustra vanishes into a cloud that smells of sulfur and charcoal. "I mean... what the actual fuck?" $wife mutters. "Right?!" "We have to have sex with that!" she continues. "I know... though..." you trail off. "And another fetish is born," $wife says, throwing her arms up. "Somehow I'm not surprised." "I'm just saying, it's interesting, now that I think about it," you defend. Eager to change the subject and get the newly spawned idea of a titfuck blowjob out of your head, you say to $wife, "I wonder when our wishes are going to--" $wife's chest instantly begins swelling outward at an astonishing pace. (if: $wifeBust < 3)[Her bra and shirt are gone with a cacophony of screaming and ripping seams. ]Her already massive tits are growing outward far faster than they have all night. Within seconds, she's sporting a pair big enough that they threaten to hit the floor. Then you feel your own tingling. Somewhere in your groin, you feel what could be the strangest erection you've ever had. The sudden rush of blood to your dick leaves you a bit light-headed. You stumble for a second as you attempt to regain your bearings, but a sudden tightness in your underpants is joining the dizzying sensation swimming about your head. It's getting difficult to keep your balance. And you're falling. You feel the floor coming up at you with great speed, but you (if: $takeBra)[bounce off of $wife's expanding, floaty, buouyant tits in the glowing bra and smack into the hardwood floor with enough force to knock the wind out of your lungs for a second.](else:)[land with a wobbling smack against the rapidly expanding wall of tit flesh that is $wife's chest before rolling off into the floor with a thud.] From your undignified position flat on your face, you can feel something shifting beneath you. The tightness in your pants is increasing at an exponential pace. You realize your cock is not really growing erect. It's just growing. Fast! "Um..." $wife starts from somewhere above and behind you, "I'm definitely getting too big!" You roll over with a struggle only to see a lump the size of a coiled boa in your lap, pressing out against your pants and threatening to blow your own seams. Looking up, you see a huge wall of pale flesh in the darkness, illuminated by the radiant light from the flashlight that now lies in the floor(if: $takeBra)[ and outlined by the glowing trimming of the hover bra, now stretching out to the point that it looks like a set of umbrellas]. { (if: $takeBra)[\ That's when the strange bra begins to reach its limit. It begins with a faint flicker in the turquoise illumination. Then comes a smell like ozone and a high pitched buzzing. "$wife," you say, "I think your new bra is about to go!" "Yeah..." she grunts from behind the tit wall. "I can feel the give lessening. It can't expand anymore." Right then, a brief glow of sparks emits from the front of the device, casting deep black shadows into the depths of $wife's cleavage, all five or six feet of it. Then the glow of the bra flickers out entirely and the floor beneath you shakes as her growing behemoths slam into the floor with all their weight. ] } "I'm stuck!" $wife shouts from behind her orbs. "I'm so big I can't move anymore!" "I'm... I'm getting there, too" you stutter as you begin pulling at your belt just in time to hear your inseam blowing out with gusto. Your dick has grown so big that you've exploded out of your pants. The thought of such an enormous member swims around your mind with the image of $wife's still swelling mountainous breasts causes you to begin hardening. The previous light-headedness was nothing compared to the sensation you now feel. It's like your bloodpressure is plummeting. //Because it is//, you tell yourself. You try your best to fight through the nausea and tunnel vision, but you can feel the ripping and tearing as your goliath dick swells, extends, and hardens. With a final blast of ripping fabric, your lower half is suddenly much cooler as your dick blows out into the open air, taking your undies and pants with it. You look up at the four-foot obelisk erected with a slight curve. You can see it throbbing and twitching as it continues to grow taller and girthier. "What do you mean 'you're getting there?'" $wife calls from the other side of tit mountain, her voice growing fainter, more distant. "My dick... your wish..." you try to say loud enough for her to hear, but you're fighting just to stay conscious as your dick, now big enough to be its own person, pulls all of your blood into itself. You're certain that something in the devil's magic is creating more blood inside you. Otherwise, you feel like you would be dead by now. But whatever it is isn't happening fast enough for this monster. "Holy shit! Is that your dick?!" $wife cries out. You feel a shudder run through you as your massive pillar of rock-hard meat begins to brush against her soft, fleshy breasts. You even feel the massive knob of a nipple, though your vision is so unreliable that you can no longer see anything. From somewhere far away, you hear $wife shouting, but you can no longer make out the words. Your consciousness is barely holding on. You close your eyes for just a second. When you open your eyes again, you have no idea how long you lost consciousness. You can feel the crushing weight of your flaccid dick pressing down on your uper and lower body. It seems that you were out long enough for the blood to return to your brain. Hopefully there's no lasting damage. That's when you hear the creaking and crunching. And $wife's screams. All you can see around you is the darkness and walls closing in. No, not walls. Breasts. $wife is now so big that her tits are spanning the full height from floor to ceiling and dominating the library. The creaking was the ceiling and walls straining against the flesh pressing against them. You try to scramble up, but the weight of your dick has you trapped in the narrowing canyon of cleavage. //I'm about to be crushed by my $wife's swelling tits//, you think to yourself. //Cool//. Then you hear a massive crash as the building around you gives way to the ballooning breasts within. Pieces of wood and drywall come crashing down around you as the expanding tits roll over your prone body, pinning you worse and squeezing the air out of your lungs. You can feel your giant dick begin to harden again, straining to work its way upward through the cleavage that envelopes you. //What a titfuck//, you think to yourself. In the distance, you hear $wife's muffled shouts. You wonder if she knows she's about to titfuck you to death... ==><== ##The End

{ (if: $badWish >= 3)[\ "Okay, what the fuck?! Have I done something to you?!" Lustra explodes. She takes a moment to regain her composure before continuing. ] } "I don't know everything about how stuff works here in your quaint little dimension, but I don't think 'a filling meal' is most humans' idea of debauchery," she says. "Never heard of feederism?" you prod her with a smile. "We're not talking about feedersim, though. We're talking about world hunger. Ensuring millions and millions don't starve. You're breaking rules. One //and// two, actually. Not kinky, and I ain't got that kind of power, buddy. You're talking affecting the material world in perpetuity across the entirety of this planet and plane. Don't have that kind of fire power, even if it //was// kinky." "So you're saying you're just too weak to fulfill my wish?" you push the issue, grinning more than before. You can feel her temper and pride seeping out. "I think that's what she's saying," $wife catches onto your play and jumps in. "She's pretty weak for an immortal being." "Look," Lustra stammers. Her husky voice is cracking almost imperceptibly. "I laid out the rules. They're the rules. I know what you're trying to do, and it's not going to make me suddenly able to ignore the laws by which I'm //literally// bound." She thrusts her chest forward, causing her enormous breasts to heave and sway within the confines of her chains. The pendulous locks sway from the motion. The mouth lock lulls its long tongue out and lick its lips , while the eye lock's pupil narrows as it looks nervously left to right. "What if I rephrase my wish?" you offer as an olive branch, sensing the powerful creature's growing rage may be a bad thing. "I'm listening," the devil grumbles, crossing her arms under her bust, causing them to virtually vanish from sight beneath the mounds. "Hear me out," you begin, choosing your words carefully. "I wish that as many people as you can conceivably handle with your power would have ready access to food and nourishment for the rest of their lives." The devil begins to speak as you pause, but you hastily add, "And I wish it was sexy food." $wife looks at you with confusion. "What the fuck is 'sexy food'?" she asks. "I don't know..." you shrug. "Hotdogs? Popsicles? There's something there." "Yeah," $wife says, "who doesn't love getting all of their nutrients from hotdogs?" "Actually," Lustra says, now smiling enough to reveal her unnervingly sharp canine teeth, "I can work with that." "Okay then," you say, shooting $wife a smug look. She rolls her eyes but smiles. Lustra clears her throat and widens her stance. She spreads her arms directly outward to her sides, truly emphasizing just how big she really is. "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $player." Her voice is booming, seemingly echoing through the library as she speaks those words. A moment after she speaks, you see the eyeball lock begin to frantically twitch and turn before it focuses on some non-point in the middle distance, the slit of a pupil vibrating back and forth. Then, with a loud //POP//, the lock's shackle separates from the mechanism, and the whole thing drops to the floor, vanishing in a haze of sparks and embers just when it would have met the surface. With the lock gone, several lengths of the binding chains around Lustra's chest begin to uncoil, falling away from her incredible tits and poofing away just like the lock. "Ah, much better!" the devil says, stretching her arms and shoulders as her breasts begin to pulse faintly. At first, you notice only a simple jiggle in the red flesh every second or so, but soon you see that her breast, in all their massive glory, are actually beginning to grow in pulsating waves. Straining hard against the few remaining wraps of chain so that the breast that was covered by the eye lock is now bulging outward around the chains like a water balloon held by a rubber band. The flesh is growing enough that the bulging flesh still fully obscures her areola without the lock's presence. "Did your tits just grow?" you ask. "Not exactly," the devil explains. "The binding is lessened with each wish, allowing me to return to a bit of my former power." "So they //did// grow..." you say. "So your power is in your tits?" $wife asks before the devil can respond to you. "Honey, the power is //always// in the tits," Lustra responds with a nod to $wife's chest. She seems to ignore your comment entirely. "Now what's your wish?" she asks $wife. "Hey! Did you actually do anything for mine?" you demand. "I did," Lustra says, holding up a Boy Scout salute with her left hand. "Scout's honor. It's just that there's a lot of people still in the surrounding twenty mile radius. My powers need time to account for everyone and make your wish come true." "Twenty mile radius?" you scoff. "I was hoping for more than that." "Sorry, pal," the devil says without a hint of earnest apology, "that's what I got." "Okay then," $wife says, stepping forward(if: $wifeBust >= 3)[ with such assurance that her newly grown assets wobble from the action]. "I wish that another equal amount of people //more// would be able to be fully nourished by 'sexy food' whatever that is..." Lustra begins to cackle, "HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAH! That's the spirit!" She throws out her arms again and repeats, "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $wife." This time, the mouth lock begins going nuts. The teeth chatter before the mouth flops open, limp. The tongue lashes out, licking the teeth and lips wildly before the lock clicks open and drops before vanishing along with the remaining chains. Lustra now stands before you in all her eight-foot-tall glory, utterly nude. Her breasts pulse and swell again until they are the size of beach balls, though they hang low with what is clearly a lot of weight. Now that the chains are fully gone, you can see the unsettling reason for her voice's echo from before. Each of her red-skinned breasts is adorned with a massive maroon areola, though instead of a nipple, the center of each is a wide mouth with luscious, full lips. Each of them, in turn, opens to reveal a set of teeth as sharp as the devil's 'normal' set and another long, pointed tongue. "Ah... much better," Lustra says from her normal mouth as well as from each of her breast mouths, all in unison. The echoing effect is much more pronounced without the chains. "At last I am unbound." "What the fuck is with the nipple mouths?!" you shriek. "Hey, fuck boy," Lustra's left boob says in an angry tone, "no body shaming here. This is what I look like. Maybe you play your cards right, you can find out what these 'nipple mouths' can do when I collect on your contract." "See you both //real// soon," her breasts say together as her face mouth just smiles. With that, Lustra vanishes into a cloud that smells of sulfur and charcoal. "I mean... what the actual fuck?" $wife mutters. "Right?!" "We have to have sex with that!" she continues. "I know... though..." you trail off. "And another fetish is born," $wife says, throwing her arms up. "Somehow I'm not surprised." "I'm just saying, it's interesting, now that I think about it," you defend. Eager to change the subject and get the newly spawned idea of a titfuck blowjob out of your head, you say to $wife, "I wonder what she did for our wishes." After a moment of quiet, $wife shrugs and says, "I guess we'll find out eventually." "I guess so," you agree. "Shall we continue looking around?" $wife says more than asks, gesturing back to the main part of the library.(set: $remainingWishes to 0)(set: $epilogue to true) (button:)[[["I guess so."|Library]]]

"See," Lustra says, her mouth hooked in a frown of disappointment, "it's no fun if you actually think through the wording." "No fun for you?" you taunt. "Watch it mortal, I //do// own your soul now." She clears her throat and widens her stance. She spreads her arms directly outward to her sides, truly emphasizing just how big she really is. "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $player." Her voice is booming, seemingly echoing through the library as she speaks those words. A moment after she speaks, you see the eyeball lock begin to frantically twitch and turn before it focuses on some non-point in the middle distance, the slit of a pupil vibrating back and forth. Then, with a loud //POP//, the lock's shackle separates from the mechanism, and the whole thing drops to the floor, vanishing in a haze of sparks and embers just when it would have met the surface. With the lock gone, several lengths of the binding chains around Lustra's chest begin to uncoil, falling away from her incredible tits and poofing away just like the lock. "Ah, much better!" the devil says, stretching her arms and shoulders as her breasts begin to pulse faintly. At first, you notice only a simple jiggle in the red flesh every second or so, but soon you see that her breast, in all their massive glory, are actually beginning to grow in pulsating waves. Straining hard against the few remaining wraps of chain so that the breast that was covered by the eye lock is now bulging outward around the chains like a water balloon held by a rubber band. The flesh is growing enough that the bulging flesh still fully obscures her areola without the lock's presence. "Did your tits just grow?" you ask. "Not exactly," the devil explains. "The binding is lessened with each wish, allowing me to return to a bit of my former power." "So they //did// grow..." you say. "So your power is in your tits?" $wife asks before the devil can respond to you. "Honey, the power is //always// in the tits," Lustra responds with a nod to $wife's chest. She seems to ignore your comment entirely. { (set: $wifeBust to it + 1) (if: $wifeBust is 1)[(display: "Grow 1")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 2)[(display: "Grow 2")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 3)[(display: "Grow 3")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is false)[(display: "Grow 4")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 4 and $repeat4 is true)[(display: "Grow 4 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is false)[(display: "Grow 5")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 5 and $repeat5 is true)[(display: "Grow 5 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is false)[(display: "Grow 6")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 6 and $repeat6 is true)[(display: "Grow 6 repeat")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is false)[(display: "Grow 7")] (else-if: $wifeBust is 7 and $repeat7 is true)[(display: "Grow 7 repeat")] } "Alright, Busty," Lustra says, stepping forward toward $wife. "What's //your// wish gonna be? And maybe ask it vaguely enought that I can have some fun with it?" "Sorry," $wife says with a defiant grin, "not happening. I'm following my husband's lead. I wish $player's dick would grow in proportion to the amount that my breasts just grew from his wish." "You guys are sucking all the fun out of this," the devil says sourly. She throws out her arms again and repeats, "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $wife." This time, the mouth lock begins going nuts. The teeth chatter before the mouth flops open, limp. The tongue lashes out, licking the teeth and lips wildly before the lock clicks open and drops before vanishing along with the remaining chains. Lustra now stands before you in all her eight-foot-tall glory, utterly nude. Her breasts pulse and swell again until they are the size of beach balls, though they hang low with what is clearly a lot of weight. Now that the chains are fully gone, you can see the unsettling reason for her voice's echo from before. Each of her red-skinned breasts is adorned with a massive maroon areola, though instead of a nipple, the center of each is a wide mouth with luscious, full lips. Each of them, in turn, opens to reveal a set of teeth as sharp as the devil's 'normal' set and another long, pointed tongue. "Ah... much better," Lustra says from her normal mouth as well as from each of her breast mouths, all in unison. The echoing effect is much more pronounced without the chains. "At last I am unbound." "What the fuck is with the nipple mouths?!" you shriek. "Hey, fuck boy," Lustra's left boob says in an angry tone, "no body shaming here. This is what I look like. Maybe you play your cards right, you can find out what these 'nipple mouths' can do when I collect on your contract." "See you both //real// soon," her breasts say together as her face mouth just smiles. With that, Lustra vanishes into a cloud that smells of sulfur and charcoal. "I mean... what the actual fuck?" $wife mutters. "Right?!" "We have to have sex with that!" she continues. "I know... though..." you trail off. "And another fetish is born," $wife says, throwing her arms up. "Somehow I'm not surprised." "I'm just saying, it's interesting, now that I think about it," you defend. Eager to change the subject and get the newly spawned idea of a titfuck blowjob out of your head, you say to $wife, "I wonder when your wish is going to--" You stop speaking as you feel movement in your pants. The familiar tightness of an erection pulling your blood to your groin is there, but you're certain you're not getting harder. You're getting bigger. "Okay," $wife says, pointing the flashlight's beam directly at your fly, "no way are you the only one who gets a show. Whip it out." "Yes ma'am," you say with delight, hastily unzipping. You reach in and fish yourself out through your underwear and out your unzipped fly. You're already much larger than you were, and you can feel the warmth of your member engorging in your hand. The sensation is enough of a turn on that you can feel yourself now hardening. "Mmmm," $wife says, licking her lips and looking on with hunger in her eyes. "Now we're talking." After another few seconds, you're sporting a good foot long cock standing at full attention. $wife leans down and inspects you up close with the flashlight. "Yeah, babe, you are nice and big now. I can't wait to feel that thing between my bigger tits." "That makes two of us," you say less jokingly than you intended. $wife darts her head forward and gives your glans a brief lick before she stands upright again. "Alright, stud, you can put that away for now," she says, eyeing your bigger dick once more. "We've got more to do." You hastily stash your trouser snake and zip back up carefully. It's going to take a minute to get used to the feeling of this monster against your leg, but you don't mind. You'll be fully prepped for the titfuck to come...(set: $remainingWishes to 0) (button:)[[[Move on|Library]]]

$wife's head snaps toward you, punctuated with a hard glare. "What?" you ask. "I thought you said you liked it." "You know she's going to make me lactate a ton forever or some shit, right? Ever seen how genie stories play out?" $wife retorts. "I take great offense to that comparison!" Lustra snarls. "Good," $wife fires back. "But," the devil says, turning to you, "she's totally right." She immediately clears her throat and widens her stance. She spreads her arms directly outward to her sides, truly emphasizing just how big she really is. "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $player." Her voice is booming, seemingly echoing through the library as she speaks those words. A moment after she speaks, you see the eyeball lock begin to frantically twitch and turn before it focuses on some non-point in the middle distance, the slit of a pupil vibrating back and forth. Then, with a loud //POP//, the lock's shackle separates from the mechanism, and the whole thing drops to the floor, vanishing in a haze of sparks and embers just when it would have met the surface. With the lock gone, several lengths of the binding chains around Lustra's chest begin to uncoil, falling away from her incredible tits and poofing away just like the lock. "Ah, much better!" the devil says, stretching her arms and shoulders as her breasts begin to pulse faintly. At first, you notice only a simple jiggle in the red flesh every second or so, but soon you see that her breast, in all their massive glory, are actually beginning to grow in pulsating waves. Straining hard against the few remaining wraps of chain so that the breast that was covered by the eye lock is now bulging outward around the chains like a water balloon held by a rubber band. The flesh is growing enough that the bulging flesh still fully obscures her areola without the lock's presence. "Did your tits just grow?" you ask. "Not exactly," the devil explains. "The binding is lessened with each wish, allowing me to return to a bit of my former power." "So they //did// grow..." you say. "So your power is in your tits?" $wife asks before the devil can respond to you. "Honey, the power is //always// in the tits," Lustra responds with a nod to $wife's chest. She seems to ignore your comment entirely. "Oh, shit!" $wife cries out, reaching her hands out to her nipples(if: $wifeBust is 6)[ and barely reaching them]. "It's starting. I //fucking// told you." "My bad," you say, not really regretting your decision. (if: $takeBra)[Even through the black and neon material of the strange bra, you](else-if: $wifeBust < 3)[Even through the blue fabric of her strained top, you](else:)[You] can see the first signs of white milk dribbling from beneath her hands where they are clamped to the front of her tits. At first it's a small drip of liquid, but within seconds, twin streams of milk are pouring down her front and legs and pooling in the floor. "Yeah, this is pretty much what I expected," she complains flatly with an added eye roll. "It's honestly pretty hot," you say with a hesitant smile. "Not to rush anyone, but, $wife, your wish?" Lustra cuts in. "Don't suppose you'd let me wish to undo this, huh?" $wife inquires. "Sorry. Rule one," the devil answers without a hint of remorse. "I for one, think you're missing out by not thinking about just //how hot// having super milky tits could be," you say. The look that $wife shoots you immediately informs you that you fucked up. "Got it," she says with fire in her eyes. "Lustra, I wish that my dearest husband would cum. A lot. All the time." You can feel your eyes go wide. You weren't expecting a reversal like this. "Ha! On it," the devil says with glee. She throws out her arms again and repeats, "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $wife." This time, the mouth lock begins going nuts. The teeth chatter before the mouth flops open, limp. The tongue lashes out, licking the teeth and lips wildly before the lock clicks open and drops before vanishing along with the remaining chains. Lustra now stands before you in all her eight-foot-tall glory, utterly nude. Her breasts pulse and swell again until they are the size of beach balls, though they hang low with what is clearly a lot of weight. Now that the chains are fully gone, you can see the unsettling reason for her voice's echo from before. Each of her red-skinned breasts is adorned with a massive maroon areola, though instead of a nipple, the center of each is a wide mouth with luscious, full lips. Each of them, in turn, opens to reveal a set of teeth as sharp as the devil's 'normal' set and another long, pointed tongue. "Ah... much better," Lustra says from her normal mouth as well as from each of her breast mouths, all in unison. The echoing effect is much more pronounced without the chains. "At last I am unbound." "What the fuck is with the nipple mouths?!" you shriek. "Hey, fuck boy," Lustra's left boob says in an angry tone, "no body shaming here. This is what I look like. Maybe you play your cards right, you can find out what these 'nipple mouths' can do when I collect on your contract." "See you both //real// soon," her breasts say together as her face mouth just smiles. With that, Lustra vanishes into a cloud that smells of sulfur and charcoal. "I mean... what the actual fuck?" $wife mutters. "Right?!" "We have to have sex with that!" she continues. "I know... though..." you trail off. "And another fetish is born," $wife says, throwing her arms up, allowing a spray of milk to shoot outward. "Somehow I'm not surprised." "I'm just saying, it's interesting, now that I think--" you stop midsentence as the orgasm hits you. "Oh... (text-style: "shudder")[god]..." You feel yourself blow a load into your pants, the hot wetness building against your cock and balls before your muscles spasm again and you release another glob of semen into your clothes. After a third, you can feel the heat beginning to travel down your left leg. "Not so fun, is it?" $wife taunts, milk still streaming forcefully from her nipples. At this point, she seems to have given up on containing the mess and is just letting it flow freely. Her clothes are soaked through. Your pants aren't far behind as you feel shudder after shudder rock your body, you cock twitching ans spasming as more and more ropes of cum are shot forth. "Still... cumming..." you get the words out laboriously between blasts, stumbling to Lustra's chair and sitting down. "Hnnnnnggg," you grit your teeth as you keep cumming, your dick hard as diamond and so erect that you fear it might rip free of your sopping pants. "Oh, $player..." $wife says gently, sloshing over and placing a wet hand on your shoulder. The sensation of her soft touch causes your orgasm to intensify. You're now sitting in at least a couple gallons of your own warm spunk as it gets into every crevice. You both remain there for what feels like an hour, dumping your fluids into the furniture and floor. Finally, you begin to acclimate to the sensations rocking your body and are able to at least stand again. The gobs of semen running down your legs feel strange. "Let's... head home and see if we can find a way to fix this," she says. "I... hope so..." you stutter, "I'm... sorry I turned you... into a human dairy... cow..." "Sorry I turned you into a cum dispenser," she apologizes back. The two of you make for the foyer, leaving trails of milk and semen in your wakes. ==><== ##The End

"Eww, okay, time out," Lustra says. "Yeah," $wife gangs up, "let's back the fuck up." "What?!" you protest. "That wish has //got// to follow the rules." "It... kind of does," the devil submits, "but I don't do the whole... tiny humans thing. Skeeves me out. You lot are weird enough. I don't like the little ones. And not going anywhere near them for my whole... thing." "I see..." you nod along before attempting to bargain, "Not even just the belly part? No creepy little person inside?" "Excuse me!" $wife interrupts. "I'm super eager to be a mom and all, and I admit that milk letdowns are a //lot// more fun than I ever would've expected, but I don't think I'm ready to carry a devil magic baby around, and I'd rather not have my figure ruined if I'm not getting a kid out of it. Sorry." "So, no big sexy belly?" you pout. "Another option," the devil adds. You and $wife both turn to face the tall red figure in unison. You raise an eyebrow to indicate your interest. "What if you were to wish for a way to give your little lover here as big and taut of a belly as you want whenever you want?" "And then he just blows me up like a balloon at some future point? I don't think so. I need a say in when we're diving into one of his fetishes," $wife says. "Technically, he doesn't need your permission to wish for it," Lustra informs her with a mischievous grin. "But he'll get it if he wants to be married much longer," $wife says with a knowing look directed your way. "I //would// like to stay married," you say smugly. "What if you wished for the ability to change me? Make me more muscular? Taller?" $wife smiles, the wheels in her head obviously turning. "Okay. I wish that I had the ability to make him last as long as I want in bed," she says to the devil. "Ha! That's the spirit!" Lustra clears her throat and widens her stance. She spreads her arms directly outward to her sides, truly emphasizing just how big she really is. "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $wife." Her voice is booming, seemingly echoing through the library as she speaks those words. A moment after she speaks, you see the eyeball lock begin to frantically twitch and turn before it focuses on some non-point in the middle distance, the slit of a pupil vibrating back and forth. Then, with a loud //POP//, the lock's shackle separates from the mechanism, and the whole thing drops to the floor, vanishing in a haze of sparks and embers just when it would have met the surface. With the lock gone, several lengths of the binding chains around Lustra's chest begin to uncoil, falling away from her incredible tits and poofing away just like the lock. "Ah, much better!" the devil says, stretching her arms and shoulders as her breasts begin to pulse faintly. At first, you notice only a simple jiggle in the red flesh every second or so, but soon you see that her breast, in all their massive glory, are actually beginning to grow in pulsating waves. Straining hard against the few remaining wraps of chain so that the breast that was covered by the eye lock is now bulging outward around the chains like a water balloon held by a rubber band. The flesh is growing enough that the bulging flesh still fully obscures her areola without the lock's presence. "Did your tits just grow?" you ask. "Not exactly," the devil explains. "The binding is lessened with each wish, allowing me to return to a bit of my former power." "So they //did// grow..." you say. "So your power is in your tits?" $wife asks before the devil can respond to you. "Honey, the power is //always// in the tits," Lustra responds with a nod to $wife's chest. She seems to ignore your comment entirely. "Now what's your wish?" she asks you. You're still a bit taken aback the $wife was so eager to wish for the ability to control your stamina. To be honest, you're a little hurt, but mostly turned on. Should be a fun thing to play around with. $wife might be a little kinkier than you ever gave her credit for. "Well, if it's gonna be like that," you say, "I wish that I had the power to cause $wife's belly to swell and grow like she was pregnant." Lustra throws out her arms again and repeats, "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $player." This time, the mouth lock begins going nuts. The teeth chatter before the mouth flops open, limp. The tongue lashes out, licking the teeth and lips wildly before the lock clicks open and drops before vanishing along with the remaining chains. Lustra now stands before you in all her eight-foot-tall glory, utterly nude. Her breasts pulse and swell again until they are the size of beach balls, though they hang low with what is clearly a lot of weight. Now that the chains are fully gone, you can see the unsettling reason for her voice's echo from before. Each of her red-skinned breasts is adorned with a massive maroon areola, though instead of a nipple, the center of each is a wide mouth with luscious, full lips. Each of them, in turn, opens to reveal a set of teeth as sharp as the devil's 'normal' set and another long, pointed tongue. "Ah... much better," Lustra says from her normal mouth as well as from each of her breast mouths, all in unison. The echoing effect is much more pronounced without the chains. "At last I am unbound." "What the fuck is with the nipple mouths?!" you shriek. "Hey, fuck boy," Lustra's left boob says in an angry tone, "no body shaming here. This is what I look like. Maybe you play your cards right, you can find out what these 'nipple mouths' can do when I collect on your contract." "See you both //real// soon," her breasts say together as her face mouth just smiles. With that, Lustra vanishes into a cloud that smells of sulfur and charcoal. "I mean... what the actual fuck?" $wife mutters. "Right?!" "We have to have sex with that!" she continues. "I know... though..." you trail off. "And another fetish is born," $wife says, throwing her arms up. "Somehow I'm not surprised." "I'm just saying, it's interesting, now that I think about it," you defend. Eager to change the subject and get the newly spawned idea of a titfuck blowjob out of your head, you say to $wife, "I wonder how our powers work..." After a moment of quiet, $wife shrugs and says, "I guess we'll find out eventually." "I guess so," you agree. "Shall we continue looking around?" $wife says more than asks, gesturing back to the main part of the library.(set: $remainingWishes to 0)(set: $epilogue to true) (button:)[[[Keep looking around|Library]]]

{ (set: $badWish to it + 1) (if: $badWish is 1)[\ "Ugh, off to a shit start," the devil grumbles. "What?" you ask. "Rule one. No sexy. No wishy. It's not that difficult." ] (if: $badWish is 2)[\ "Another strike, dingus," Lustra says, growing irritable. "What this time?" you ask her. "Rule one. It's always rule one with you humans." ] (if: $badWish is 3)[\ "You've got to be fucking kidding me..." Lustra growls, pinching the bridge of her nose with her left hand. She takes a moment to inhale and exhale. "Yeah, yeah, rule one..." you placate. "So, you //do// know the rules," she snaps. ] (if: $badWish is 4)[\ Lustra wordlessly snaps her head toward $wife and says, exasperation in her voice, "Do you want to tell him or should I?" "It breaks rule--" $wife begins to say before you cut her off. "I get the idea," you huff. "Not so sure you do," Lustra retorts. ] } "So you won't do the wish, even though it's specifically about Kirsten's boobs? They're great boobs. Big," you plead. "Ahem," $wife clears her throat. "Cut me some slack, I'm trying to work an angle here," you say to her. "I don't deal in shrinking erogenous zones," the devil replies testily. "It's... my fetish?" you try. "Look, $player, I can see your thoughts and desires. Wanna try that again?" "Nevermind," you grumble. (button:)[[["Let me keep thinking..."|Wishes]]]

"Oh come on!" Lustra shouts, waving her arms around. "That's //barely// a carnal pleasure wi--" "So we can create them and use them to grow $wife's boobs bigger!" you tack on hastily, hoping it's enough to convince the immortal. "Ugh," the devil relents, "sure, whatever." Lustra clears her throat and widens her stance. She spreads her arms directly outward to her sides, truly emphasizing just how big she really is. "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $player." Her voice is booming, seemingly echoing through the library as she speaks those words. A moment after she speaks, you see the eyeball lock begin to frantically twitch and turn before it focuses on some non-point in the middle distance, the slit of a pupil vibrating back and forth. Then, with a loud //POP//, the lock's shackle separates from the mechanism, and the whole thing drops to the floor, vanishing in a haze of sparks and embers just when it would have met the surface. With the lock gone, several lengths of the binding chains around Lustra's chest begin to uncoil, falling away from her incredible tits and poofing away just like the lock. "Ah, much better!" the devil says, stretching her arms and shoulders as her breasts begin to pulse faintly. At first, you notice only a simple jiggle in the red flesh every second or so, but soon you see that her breast, in all their massive glory, are actually beginning to grow in pulsating waves. Straining hard against the few remaining wraps of chain so that the breast that was covered by the eye lock is now bulging outward around the chains like a water balloon held by a rubber band. The flesh is growing enough that the bulging flesh still fully obscures her areola without the lock's presence. "Did your tits just grow?" you ask. "Not exactly," the devil explains. "The binding is lessened with each wish, allowing me to return to a bit of my former power." "So they //did// grow..." you say. "So your power is in your tits?" $wife asks before the devil can respond to you. "Honey, the power is //always// in the tits," Lustra responds with a nod to $wife's chest. She seems to ignore your comment entirely. At that moment, a sulfuric cloud of smoke poofs into being in the chair next to Lustra. Once it has wafted away, you can see a small leather bound journal in the chair. "There's your book of naughty inventions," the devil says dismissively. "Now what's your wish?" she asks, turning to $wife. "Well, since $player went with one of the wishes Lilith seemed to want, I guess I'll go with the other," $wife says. "I wish that Meloni would have her own..." She trails off for a second, clearly thinking carefully about her wording. After a moment, she snaps her fingers and continues, "I wish that Meloni had her own slender, shapely legs. Nice sexy legs of her own." "More thinly veiled altruism, eh?" the devil snips. "Fine. I'm ready to get the fuck out of here, anyway." She throws out her arms again and repeats, "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $wife." This time, the mouth lock begins going nuts. The teeth chatter before the mouth flops open, limp. The tongue lashes out, licking the teeth and lips wildly before the lock clicks open and drops before vanishing along with the remaining chains. Lustra now stands before you in all her eight-foot-tall glory, utterly nude. Her breasts pulse and swell again until they are the size of beach balls, though they hang low with what is clearly a lot of weight. Now that the chains are fully gone, you can see the unsettling reason for her voice's echo from before. Each of her red-skinned breasts is adorned with a massive maroon areola, though instead of a nipple, the center of each is a wide mouth with luscious, full lips. Each of them, in turn, opens to reveal a set of teeth as sharp as the devil's 'normal' set and another long, pointed tongue. "Ah... much better," Lustra says from her normal mouth as well as from each of her breast mouths, all in unison. The echoing effect is much more pronounced without the chains. "At last I am unbound." "What the fuck is with the nipple mouths?!" you shriek. "Hey, fuck boy," Lustra's left boob says in an angry tone, "no body shaming here. This is what I look like. Maybe you play your cards right, you can find out what these 'nipple mouths' can do when I collect on your contract." "See you both //real// soon," her breasts say together as her face mouth just smiles. With that, Lustra vanishes into a cloud that smells of sulfur and charcoal. "I mean... what the actual fuck?" $wife mutters. "Right?!" "We have to have sex with that!" she continues. "I know... though..." you trail off. "And another fetish is born," $wife says, throwing her arms up. "Somehow I'm not surprised." "I'm just saying, it's interesting, now that I think about it," you defend. Eager to change the subject and get the newly spawned idea of a titfuck blowjob out of your head, you say to $wife, "I wonder if Meloni has legs now?" "We should go check," she nods in agreement, "but first..." She moves over to the chair and picks up the book that materialized moments before. Lifting it up and thumbing through, she eventually snaps it shut and shoves it into her bag. "It's all in there. Super easy instructions. If we can find the lady of the manor, she'll be thrilled to have this finally. Maybe we can soften the blow of everything with some good news." "Maybe," you shrug. (set: $remainingWishes to 0)(set: $nymphFree to true)(set: $schematics to true) (button:)[[["Now let's go check in with Meloni."|Library]]]

"Creative! I like it!" Lustra says happily. She clears her throat and widens her stance. She spreads her arms directly outward to her sides, truly emphasizing just how big she really is. "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $player." Her voice is booming, seemingly echoing through the library as she speaks those words. A moment after she speaks, you see the eyeball lock begin to frantically twitch and turn before it focuses on some non-point in the middle distance, the slit of a pupil vibrating back and forth. Then, with a loud //POP//, the lock's shackle separates from the mechanism, and the whole thing drops to the floor, vanishing in a haze of sparks and embers just when it would have met the surface. With the lock gone, several lengths of the binding chains around Lustra's chest begin to uncoil, falling away from her incredible tits and poofing away just like the lock. "Ah, much better!" the devil says, stretching her arms and shoulders as her breasts begin to pulse faintly. At first, you notice only a simple jiggle in the red flesh every second or so, but soon you see that her breast, in all their massive glory, are actually beginning to grow in pulsating waves. Straining hard against the few remaining wraps of chain so that the breast that was covered by the eye lock is now bulging outward around the chains like a water balloon held by a rubber band. The flesh is growing enough that the bulging flesh still fully obscures her areola without the lock's presence. "Did your tits just grow?" you ask. "Not exactly," the devil explains. "The binding is lessened with each wish, allowing me to return to a bit of my former power." "So they //did// grow..." you say. "So your power is in your tits?" $wife asks before the devil can respond to you. "Honey, the power is //always// in the tits," Lustra responds with a nod to $wife's chest. She seems to ignore your comment entirely. And then $wife's tits begin to grow, as well. They're getting bigger, fuller, rounder. They're also moving upward steadily. All of her is. She's getting taller. "Holy shit!" $wife says, staring at you with wide eyes before whirling to face the devil. "That's not what he meant!" "(text-size:0.8)[What?]" you ask, thoroughly unsure of what's going on, but your voice is different. Higher pitch. Softer. Quieter. "(text-size:0.7)[What's wrong with my voice?]" It's getting more pronounced. And $wife is getting taller. So is Lustra. So is the room. Everything is getting bigger. No. You're getting smaller. You're aware that your clothing is getting looser around you, slipping off. Based on your point of view, you're pretty sure you're now approaching half your normal size, but the shrinking isn't slowing down. If anything, it's getting faster. Down and down you go. "(text-size:0.5)[What the fuck did you do to me?!]" you shout. Your voice is getting more diminutive by the second. You can feel the sounds dying in the air around you. It's likely that $wife and Lustra can barely hear you. "(text-size:1.8)[You know damn well that's not what he meant!]" $wife's voice booms from above you. The pressure of the sound waves is hurting your ever-smaller eardrums. "(text-size:1.8)[Oh, I know,]" the devil blasts back, shaking the ground currently rushing up to meet you. "(text-size:1.8)[But I get to decide how to interpret any wishes made to me. This is //way// more fun. Hahahaha!]" In the dark skies above you, the giants battle on. Meanwhile, you're now so tiny that you find yourself in a collapsing cavern of fabric as the yawning twin maws of your shoes threaten to swallow you from below. You take the opportunity to slide out of your clothes while you still can, careful now to trip on the massive uneven planks of wood flooring beneath you. You can't be more than a couple inches tall at this point. Thankfully, the shrinking is slowing rapidly. Looking upward, you see the cluster of towers that is $wife and Lustra's legs stretching up into the darkened sky. A lone spotlight moves around the enormous space: $wife's flashlight, still in her hand. You try your best to listen in, but the words are so thunderous that it's hard to make them out. You're pretty sure you hear, "(text-size:3.5)[Dive in,]" just as a red hand the size of a small jet comes soaring down out of the sky, headed directly for you. You take off running, tiny and fully nude, across the floor before coming to a massive step up in front of you. It takes a second for your brain to comprehend it as the edge of a rug you hadn't even taken notice of at normal size. Climbing up onto the rug slows you enough that the massive red fingers and sharp black nails the size of your torso are able to catch up and wrap around you. The devil's grip is firm, but careful. Her skin is hot to the touch, like sitting on a giant heating pad. Your hair blows in the wind as Lustra swoops you up and around. The sensation of being hoisted like a tiny animal is both exhilarating and terrifying. You're accutely aware that any wrong movement by yourself or your handler could likely kill you. And that she could squash you in her palm on a whim. You feel your dick twitch with arousal. You make a mental note to look into giantess materials if you get out of this ordeal. After a tense few moments of soaring through the air in the devil's grasp, you see the immense tracts of land that are the top of $wife's breasts coming at you out of the sky ahead of you. The hand gently plops you down on the massive tits, where you gaze up and see $wife's statuesque head and shoulders above you, gazing down with a look of confusion and pity on her massive face. "(text-size:3.5)[Don't worry, I'll wish you back,]" she says to you, the rush of her breath threatening to blow you back off her rack. The vibrations in the air are nearly enough to deafen you, so you bring your hands up to cover your ears. "(text-size:1.5)[Sorry,]" she whispers at the volume of a blasting siren. You feel youself flinch. This time, the rush of her breath succeeds in knocking you back onto your naked butt. You feel the fleshy surface beneath you bob and tremble from the impact. It's like landing on the world's largest waterbed. "(text-size:0.5)[I want to get my wish's worth first!]" you shout up to $wife, doing your best to stand back up on Tit Mountain and holding up a single extended finger in a "please hold" gesture. You're getting hard at the thought of what you're about to do, gazing over at the chasm of cleavage a couple relative-yards ahead of you in the breast shelf on which you are perched. Careful with your footing, you back up and then take off at a quick sprint, feeling the jiggle of breasts bigger than you can comprehend beneath your feet. You're sporting a full mast erection by the time you leap into the depths, feeling the soft, silky skin slide up around you as you bounce and slide down into a full-body titfuck. You are fully in heaven. You extend your arms to keep the plush flesh from closing in and smothering you, feeling your limbs sink far into the pliable breasts around you. The sensations and thoughts are so intense that you instantly feel yourself twitch as you cum and blast a speck of a load into the darkness of $wife's cleavage around you. Once you've come back to your senses, you do your best spider climb back up out of the depths, a task which proves far more physically difficult than you expected. Back at the titty top, you look up and give $wife a smile and a thumbs up. She just rolls her eyes, grins, and shakes her head. Unfortunately, this sends her hair swaying directly toward you. When it arrives, it's like a massive wall of cloth and vines smacking into you, sending you careening off her chest and into the air. You hear $wife's voice booming above you as you plummet into the abyss to your certain doom. But her hand rises up and catches you. The impact knocks the wind from your lungs, but you're alive. "(text-size:1.9)[That's enough close calls,]" $wife says, doing her best to keep her voice down and not deafen you. "(text-size:1.9)[Lustra, I wish I could fuck my husband at his normal size again. Does that follow your rules?]" "(text-size:3.0)[It does.]" Lustra's voice booms. Then, out of distance, you hear "(text-size:3.0)[By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $wife.]" Next, you hear the familiar sounds of chains and locks disappearing, followed by $wife thundering, "(text-size:2.5)[What the fuck is with your tits?!]" You don't know what she's talking about, as you cannot see the devil at that distance in the darkness. You're thankful to be regaining your normal eyesight after this harrowing ordeal. You owe $wife big time. Around you, $wife's hand is engulfed in a swirl of billowing smoke that nearly chokes you, and when it vanishes, you are in Lustra's hand once more, the heat radiating up from her palm. In the distance, you hear $wife let out a non-descript shriek, while at your groin, you feel a sudden swell of growth. You're hard again. Very hard. And big. Very big. Looking down, you see your cock growing thicker and longer. It is swelling out before you, the base increasing in size so much that it is taking up more and more of your lower half. The sensation is incredible. Your nerves are abuzz with pleasure. As your gargantuan behemoth of a cock settles into what would be at least fifteen feet long and three feet wide at your normal size, you can feel it twitch, causing your entire body to shake with it. But no other part of you is growing. With an ear-shattering cackle, Lustra's other hand swoops in and wraps its fingers around your body and the base of your cock. Then you're off, swooping through the air again. Flying down and forward, through the gaps between the devil's massive fingers, you see $wife's naked legs and pussy emerge from the darkness before you. You're headed straight for her... So that you can fuck her... at your normal size... It all becomes clear in your head as the devil plunges you, about 95% cock at this point, deep into $wife's wet pussy. The feeling is overwhelming. But you know that when this is over, you'll have to come to terms with the facts that you are still about two inches tall, your dick is its normal size, far larger than the rest of you, and both of you have used your wishes. As Lustra slides you in and out of $wife's vagina, you can hear voices rumbling in the distance and travelling through the flesh around you. You do your best to enjoy the sex. And process your new reality as your $wife's new dildo. ==><== ##The End

{ (if: $badWish >= 1)[\ "Again with the rulebreaking!" Lustra exclaims. "What the //fuck// is your deal? Can't you just search that little brain of yours for something that turns your crank and just blurt it out?" "You seem upset," you say, trying to hide a grin. "You think?!" the devil snaps at you before pausing to breathe and calm herself. ] (else:)[\ "It's. Against. The. Rules," Lustra says, adding weight to each individual word. "Specifically, rule one. Only carnal pleasures." You roll your eyes. ] } "You know what?" she says. "Here, let me just move us right on past this." Lustra walks over to the glass cabinet on the other side of the library. As she draws near to it, she seems to be struggling to take each further step. It's as though she's trying to walk through waist-deep water or something. Maybe she's pushing the bounds of whatever keeps her trapped here? Once she reaches the case, grunting a bit with the effort of moving, she brings an elbow down on the glass with a sharp //CRACK// that shatters the display case immediately. (set: $caseLocked to false) "What the hell?" $wife shrieks. "Yeah, what was that?" you call as well. "Just... lending a hand," Lustra says dismissively as she trots back over to the two of you, breathing easy and relaxing her posture as she returns. The strain of leaving that spot seemed to really take some willpower. "Now... are we going to make a legit wish?" she asks derisively. (button:)[[["Let me think."|Wishes]]]

{ (set: $badWish to it + 1) (if: $badWish is 1)[\ "Ugh, off to a shit start," the devil grumbles. "What?" you ask. "Rule one. No sexy. No wishy. It's not that difficult." ] (if: $badWish is 2)[\ "Another strike, dingus," Lustra says, growing irritable. "What this time?" you ask her. "Rule one. It's always rule one with you humans." ] (if: $badWish is 3)[\ "You've got to be fucking kidding me..." Lustra growls, pinching the bridge of her nose with her left hand. She takes a moment to inhale and exhale. "Yeah, yeah, rule one..." you placate. "So, you //do// know the rules," she snaps. ] (if: $badWish is 4)[\ Lustra wordlessly snaps her head toward $wife and says, exasperation in her voice, "Do you want to tell him or should I?" "It breaks rule--" $wife begins to say before you cut her off. "I get the idea," you huff. "Not so sure you do," Lustra retorts. ] } (if: (history:) contains "Devil convo events")[\ "It doesn't count if there's a sexy robot maid behind the door?" you press. "Nope," Lustra says flatly. ] (else:)[\ "What if there's something super sexy in the room?" you bargain. "There's something sexy in most of these rooms," $wife adds unhelpfully. "Whose side are you on?!" you snap before hastily adding, "Sorry." "It's still against the rules," Lustra says, ignoring the bickering. ] (button:)[[["Back to the drawing board"|Wishes]]]

{ (set: $badWish to it + 1) (if: $badWish is 1)[\ "Ugh, off to a shit start," the devil grumbles. "What?" you ask. "Rule one. No sexy. No wishy. It's not that difficult." ] (if: $badWish is 2)[\ "Another strike, dingus," Lustra says, growing irritable. "What this time?" you ask her. "Rule one. It's always rule one with you humans." ] (if: $badWish is 3)[\ "You've got to be fucking kidding me..." Lustra growls, pinching the bridge of her nose with her left hand. She takes a moment to inhale and exhale. "Yeah, yeah, rule one..." you placate. "So, you //do// know the rules," she snaps. ] (if: $badWish is 4)[\ Lustra wordlessly snaps her head toward $wife and says, exasperation in her voice, "Do you want to tell him or should I?" "It breaks rule--" $wife begins to say before you cut her off. "I get the idea," you huff. "Not so sure you do," Lustra retorts. ] } "Well," you say, "could you at least //tell// us the code?" "Sorry, pal, don't know it," she replies with a sly smile. "I find that hard to believe," $wife says. "And I find this discussion to be a waste of my time." "And I find you abrasive," you throw at the devil. "Whatever bullshit reasons you have, I don't care. Can we just move on?" "Yes, let's move on," the devil and $wife say in near unison. (button:)[[["Good. Moving on."|Wishes]]]

"Sounds an awful lot like non-kinky altruism to me..." Lustra taunts. You fumble through your thoughts for a save before landing on something that may work, "By 'healthy' I mean I want her to have a //killer// body. Like bombshell proportions. Big boobs and great curves. How's that?" The devil puts a hand on her hip, placing it so that her fingers interlace the numerous spiky horns protruding there. She does it so easily that you know she's intimately familiar with the location of each sharp spike. "Look, you're at least trying to give me something to work with here, so sure." She clears her throat and widens her stance. She spreads her arms directly outward to her sides, truly emphasizing just how big she really is. "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $player." Her voice is booming, seemingly echoing through the library as she speaks those words. A moment after she speaks, you see the eyeball lock begin to frantically twitch and turn before it focuses on some non-point in the middle distance, the slit of a pupil vibrating back and forth. Then, with a loud //POP//, the lock's shackle separates from the mechanism, and the whole thing drops to the floor, vanishing in a haze of sparks and embers just when it would have met the surface. With the lock gone, several lengths of the binding chains around Lustra's chest begin to uncoil, falling away from her incredible tits and poofing away just like the lock. "Ah, much better!" the devil says, stretching her arms and shoulders as her breasts begin to pulse faintly. At first, you notice only a simple jiggle in the red flesh every second or so, but soon you see that her breast, in all their massive glory, are actually beginning to grow in pulsating waves. Straining hard against the few remaining wraps of chain so that the breast that was covered by the eye lock is now bulging outward around the chains like a water balloon held by a rubber band. The flesh is growing enough that the bulging flesh still fully obscures her areola without the lock's presence. "Did your tits just grow?" you ask. "Not exactly," the devil explains. "The binding is lessened with each wish, allowing me to return to a bit of my former power." "So they //did// grow..." you say. "So your power is in your tits?" $wife asks before the devil can respond to you. "Honey, the power is //always// in the tits," Lustra responds with a nod to $wife's chest. She seems to ignore your comment entirely. "Now what's your wish?" she asks $wife. "Oh," $wife says, seemingly surprised that it's now her turn, "I hadn't thought of anything yet." She gazes off into the dim shadows of the library, thinking hard. You recognize the screwed up look on her face as her "deep thought" expression. It's one of her cuter and sexier looks. "I just don't know. What do you think, $player?" she turns to look at you. "I don't want to take your wish away," you say to her. "Just think of a sexy fantasy and let 'er rip!" After another moment, she finally turns to Lustra and says, "I wish that $player's dick was twice as big in length and girth." You feel and eyebrow raise. You weren't expecting that, but you're not complaining. "Now //that//, I can work with!" Lustra cackles. She throws out her arms again and repeats, "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $wife." This time, the mouth lock begins going nuts. The teeth chatter before the mouth flops open, limp. The tongue lashes out, licking the teeth and lips wildly before the lock clicks open and drops before vanishing along with the remaining chains. Lustra now stands before you in all her eight-foot-tall glory, utterly nude. Her breasts pulse and swell again until they are the size of beach balls, though they hang low with what is clearly a lot of weight. Now that the chains are fully gone, you can see the unsettling reason for her voice's echo from before. Each of her red-skinned breasts is adorned with a massive maroon areola, though instead of a nipple, the center of each is a wide mouth with luscious, full lips. Each of them, in turn, opens to reveal a set of teeth as sharp as the devil's 'normal' set and another long, pointed tongue. "Ah... much better," Lustra says from her normal mouth as well as from each of her breast mouths, all in unison. The echoing effect is much more pronounced without the chains. "At last I am unbound." "What the fuck is with the nipple mouths?!" you shriek. "Hey, fuck boy," Lustra's left boob says in an angry tone, "no body shaming here. This is what I look like. Maybe you play your cards right, you can find out what these 'nipple mouths' can do when I collect on your contract." "Actually," her left breast mouth adds as she snaps her fingers. "How about we illustrate right now. I've got a wish to grant!" "What?" you and $wife question in unison. "That wasn't my wish," $wife protests. "Hey, dealer's choice of how the wish is granted. I'm gonna make him grow," the right breast mouth says. "Now drop 'em." Lustra points a finger at your pants, complete with pitch black, razor sharp nail. With a swirl of smoke that smells of charcoal and sulfur, you find yourself standing in the same place, but with your pants and underwear around your ankles. In another cloud, Lustra has vanished from where she stands and is now sitting in the floor before you, her breasts right on level with your dick. She leans in and you see the mouth where her right nipple should be open wide, long tongue lulling out and licking the lips hungrily. You brace yourself, unsure what to expect. You can see $wife staring with shock and dismay at the scene unfolding before her. And then with another poof, Lustra is back where she was. "I'm just fucking with you two," she says with a grin. "What?" you echo again, not sure what just happened. $wife lets out a long sigh of relief. Lustra flicks her wrist toward your naked lower half and says, "We'll get to the real fun next time." With another whirling cloud, Lustra vanishes. Then you feel yourself growing. This isn't an erection. It's your dick actually getting larger. You're still semi flaccid, but you glance down to see your chubby inching downward while simultaneously bulking up to a greater girth. "Oh my god," $wife mutters. You look up to see her transfixed on your growing cock. She seems to catch herself and slams her gaping mouth shut and shakes her head. As your cock settles into a size that is definitely twice what it was, you suddenly feel a bit self conscious. You hastily yank your pants back up and buckle your belt, taking care to tuck your newly grown meat delicately into your trousers. "I... I can't wait to try that out," $wife says to you quietly. "I'm starting to really see the 'growth' appeal from your point of view." "Right?" you say, not sure what else to add. $wife clears her throat and says, "Well, I guess we should go check on the nymph."(set: $nymphRevivedDevil to true)(set: $remainingWishes to 0) (button:)[[["I guess we should."|Library]]]

"Bland, but... sure. I can arrange that," Lustra says, a bit crestfallen. "I feel like I should get a say in this," $wife begins, but it's too late. Lustra clears her throat and widens her stance. She spreads her arms directly outward to her sides, truly emphasizing just how big she really is. "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $player." Her voice is booming, seemingly echoing through the library as she speaks those words. A moment after she speaks, you see the eyeball lock begin to frantically twitch and turn before it focuses on some non-point in the middle distance, the slit of a pupil vibrating back and forth. Then, with a loud //POP//, the lock's shackle separates from the mechanism, and the whole thing drops to the floor, vanishing in a haze of sparks and embers just when it would have met the surface. With the lock gone, several lengths of the binding chains around Lustra's chest begin to uncoil, falling away from her incredible tits and poofing away just like the lock. "Ah, much better!" the devil says, stretching her arms and shoulders as her breasts begin to pulse faintly. At first, you notice only a simple jiggle in the red flesh every second or so, but soon you see that her breast, in all their massive glory, are actually beginning to grow in pulsating waves. Straining hard against the few remaining wraps of chain so that the breast that was covered by the eye lock is now bulging outward around the chains like a water balloon held by a rubber band. The flesh is growing enough that the bulging flesh still fully obscures her areola without the lock's presence. "Did your tits just grow?" you ask. "Not exactly," the devil explains. "The binding is lessened with each wish, allowing me to return to a bit of my former power." "So they //did// grow..." you say. "So your power is in your tits?" $wife asks before the devil can respond to you. "Honey, the power is //always// in the tits," Lustra responds with a nod to $wife's chest. She seems to ignore your comment entirely. Then, your vision suddenly blurs as the world around you spins wildly for a second. The library. Lustra. $wife. All of them are spinning, spinning, and then stopped. As everything stops moving, you find that you are standing next to Lustra's armchair, balls deep in $wife, who is bent over the arm of the chair(if: $wifeBust >= 5)[, her enormous tits filling the seat of the chair nicely]. You are still in the process of thrusting forward, driving your already hard cock into her. At that moment, $wife seems to snap back to reality, as well. "Hey! What the fuck?" she shouts as your pelvis collides with her plump ass, sending shockwaves through her backside. She pushes herself up and maneuvers so that your cock slides out of her. Looking down at her pants and panties which are coiled around her ankles, she bends down to reclothe herself(if: $wifeBust > 3)[, admittedly with great difficulty as she works around the globes of tits on her chest]. "Alright, devil," $wife is somewhere between total embarrassment and pointed anger, "not cool!" "Don't look at me," Lustra says, cool as she leans against the chair where you're now working on pulling up your own pants, regretting your wasted wish. "Your hubby is the one who wished to rail you here and now." "That wasn't exactly what I had in--" your reply is cut off by $wife. "I wish he could wait to get his rocks off!" "Ha, very well," Lustra says. "Wait," $wife stutters, "I didn't mean to..." Lustra throws out her arms again and repeats, "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $wife." This time, the mouth lock begins going nuts. The teeth chatter before the mouth flops open, limp. The tongue lashes out, licking the teeth and lips wildly before the lock clicks open and drops before vanishing along with the remaining chains. Lustra now stands before you in all her eight-foot-tall glory, utterly nude. Her breasts pulse and swell again until they are the size of beach balls, though they hang low with what is clearly a lot of weight. Now that the chains are fully gone, you can see the unsettling reason for her voice's echo from before. Each of her red-skinned breasts is adorned with a massive maroon areola, though instead of a nipple, the center of each is a wide mouth with luscious, full lips. Each of them, in turn, opens to reveal a set of teeth as sharp as the devil's 'normal' set and another long, pointed tongue. "Ah... much better," Lustra says from her normal mouth as well as from each of her breast mouths, all in unison. The echoing effect is much more pronounced without the chains. "At last I am unbound." "What the fuck is with the nipple mouths?!" you shriek. "Hey, fuck boy," Lustra's left boob says in an angry tone, "no body shaming here. This is what I look like. Maybe you play your cards right, you can find out what these 'nipple mouths' can do when I collect on your contract." "See you both //real// soon," her breasts say together as her face mouth just smiles. With that, Lustra vanishes into a cloud that smells of sulfur and charcoal. "I mean... what the actual fuck?" $wife mutters. "Right?!" "We have to have sex with that!" she continues. "I know... though..." you trail off. "And another fetish is born," $wife says, throwing her arms up. "Somehow I'm not surprised." "I'm just saying, it's interesting, now that I think about it," you defend. Eager to change the subject and get the newly spawned idea of a titfuck blowjob out of your head, you say to $wife, "I wonder what she did for your wish. I mean, I don't really feel very different." After a moment of quiet, $wife shrugs and says, "I guess we'll find out eventually." "I guess so," you agree. "Shall we continue looking around?" $wife says more than asks, gesturing back to the main part of the library.(set: $remainingWishes to 0)(set: $epilogue to true) (button:)[[[Resume looking around|Library]]]

"Interesting! Kinky, outside the box. I like it!" Lustra coos. "Well, I don't!" $wife says, sour. "Look, I get whole breast obsession. I've known about that. And even the boobs getting bigger thing. (if: $wifeBust is 0)[Hell, I was pretty hot under the collar for Kirsten when she walked in with those whoppers...](else:)[I mean... It's pretty fun from this end...] But I feels a bit invasive to wish for thrusting other women into it just for your pleasure. A bit sleazy. I wish you knew what it was like to be a woman, to feel like you're being watched by pervs twenty-four, seven." "Sure, I can handle both!" Lustra cackles. "Wait, what? No!" $wife shouts, realizing her mistake with a look of horror on her face. The devil clears her throat and widens her stance. She spreads her arms directly outward to her sides, truly emphasizing just how big she really is. "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $player." Her voice is booming, seemingly echoing through the library as she speaks those words. A moment after she speaks, you see the eyeball lock begin to frantically twitch and turn before it focuses on some non-point in the middle distance, the slit of a pupil vibrating back and forth. Then, with a loud //POP//, the lock's shackle separates from the mechanism, and the whole thing drops to the floor, vanishing in a haze of sparks and embers just when it would have met the surface. With the lock gone, several lengths of the binding chains around Lustra's chest begin to uncoil, falling away from her incredible tits and poofing away just like the lock. "Ah, much better!" the devil says, stretching her arms and shoulders as her breasts begin to pulse faintly. At first, you notice only a simple jiggle in the red flesh every second or so, but soon you see that her breast, in all their massive glory, are actually beginning to grow in pulsating waves. Straining hard against the few remaining wraps of chain so that the breast that was covered by the eye lock is now bulging outward around the chains like a water balloon held by a rubber band. The flesh is growing enough that the bulging flesh still fully obscures her areola without the lock's presence. "Did your tits just grow?" you ask. "Not exactly," the devil explains. "The binding is lessened with each wish, allowing me to return to a bit of my former power." "So they //did// grow..." you say. "So your power is in your tits?" $wife asks before the devil can respond to you. "Honey, the power is //always// in the tits," Lustra responds with a nod to $wife's chest. She seems to ignore your comment entirely. "Now for your wish," she says, turning to $wife. She throws out her arms again and repeats, "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $wife." This time, the mouth lock begins going nuts. The teeth chatter before the mouth flops open, limp. The tongue lashes out, licking the teeth and lips wildly before the lock clicks open and drops before vanishing along with the remaining chains. Lustra now stands before you in all her eight-foot-tall glory, utterly nude. Her breasts pulse and swell again until they are the size of beach balls, though they hang low with what is clearly a lot of weight. Now that the chains are fully gone, you can see the unsettling reason for her voice's echo from before. Each of her red-skinned breasts is adorned with a massive maroon areola, though instead of a nipple, the center of each is a wide mouth with luscious, full lips. Each of them, in turn, opens to reveal a set of teeth as sharp as the devil's 'normal' set and another long, pointed tongue. "Ah... much better," Lustra says from her normal mouth as well as from each of her breast mouths, all in unison. The echoing effect is much more pronounced without the chains. "At last I am unbound." "What the fuck is with the nipple mouths?!" you shriek. "Hey, fuck boy," Lustra's left boob says in an angry tone, "no body shaming here. This is what I look like. Maybe you play your cards right, you can find out what these 'nipple mouths' can do when I collect on your contract." "See you both //real// soon," her breasts say together as her face mouth just smiles. With that, Lustra vanishes into a cloud that smells of sulfur and charcoal. "I mean... what the actual fuck?" $wife mutters. "Right?!" "We have to have sex with that!" she continues. "I know... though..." you trail off. "Of course, you--" but $wife doesn't finish her thought. She's staring at you, her mouth agape. "What?" you say, but your voice is different. Higher. More feminine. "What the fuck?" you say, your voice even higher. Out of the corner of your vision, you can see flickers of light as the flashlight's beam plays off of long strands of hair along the sides of your face. Longer hair than you have. Or had... "Holy, shit, $player, I am so sorry!" $wife says, nearly crying. "What's happening?" you shriek in a shrill voice that you don't recognize. But you know what's happening. At least, you suspect. You look down and see your t-shirt billowing outward. You can feel the electrifying sensation of the cotton fabric sliding slowly across your nipples. Your chest is expanding. You have tits! Actual, sizable tits! "Babe, I'm so sorry," $wife is starting sob. "I'm so sorry!" You can feel your pants tighten as your hips and butt swell into a shapely figure. All over, you feel your body plump up, slim down, lengthen, shorten. Every inch of you is on fire with a wide range of sensations. And then there's a huge pressure in your grown. It's like the hardest erection you've ever experienced, but then totally different. "Oh no!" you shout as you reach a hand down your pants, slipping easily past your belt which has loosened as your waist has shrunk. When your hand arrives at your crotch, you wince as you feel the lips of a your new pussy, but not a hint of your dick. "I'm a woman!" you say, locking eyes with $wife. She is just repeating //I'm so sorry// over and over through streaming tears. Then you feel something in your mind. A fuzziness. A cloudy sensation. You already know what it is, and you crack a smile as you still feel your facial features softening. You look directly at $wife's (if: $wifeBust is >= 1 and $wifeBust is < 4)[plump](if: $wifeBust is >=4)[huge] breasts and think //her breasts are going to grow//. Responding instantly to your thoughts, her breasts begin to swell. The moment you break focus, they stop, the change in growth causing the faintest jiggle. "Did..." $wife stammers through her tears, "did you just make my boobs grow?" You don't reply. Instead, you're staring down at your own new modest bosom eager to see if you're really "a woman" now, as far as Lustra's magic is concerned. //Grow//. And they grow. Your shirt gets tighter. Your tits get bigger. "Ha!" you shout with glee. You glance over at $wife whose tears are already drying as she rolls her eyes. "I guess you're taking it well," she chuckles. "If you can't beat 'em," you say as you look back down at your C cups. //Join 'em//. Your tits begin to swell again. ==><== ##The End

{ (set: $badWish to it + 1) (if: $badWish is 1)[\ "Ugh, off to a shit start," the devil grumbles. "What?" you ask. "Rule one. No sexy. No wishy. It's not that difficult." ] (if: $badWish is 2)[\ "Another strike, dingus," Lustra says, growing irritable. "What this time?" you ask her. "Rule one. It's always rule one with you humans." ] (if: $badWish is 3)[\ "You've got to be fucking kidding me..." Lustra growls, pinching the bridge of her nose with her left hand. She takes a moment to inhale and exhale. "Yeah, yeah, rule one..." you placate. "So, you //do// know the rules," she snaps. ] (if: $badWish is 4)[\ Lustra wordlessly snaps her head toward $wife and says, exasperation in her voice, "Do you want to tell him or should I?" "It breaks rule--" $wife begins to say before you cut her off. "I get the idea," you huff. "Not so sure you do," Lustra retorts. ] } "What? Is Lilith not sexy enough? She seems pretty kinky," you protest, gesturing broadly to the house around you. "Sure, maybe I bring her here and she's so grateful that she fucks both your brains out. That's just a side effect. Bringing her here in and of itself isn't a carnal pleasure situation. Try again." (button:)[[["Fine..."|Wishes]]]

Lustra clears her throat and widens her stance. She spreads her arms directly outward to her sides, truly emphasizing just how big she really is. "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $player." Her voice is booming, seemingly echoing through the library as she speaks those words. A moment after she speaks, you see the eyeball lock begin to frantically twitch and turn before it focuses on some non-point in the middle distance, the slit of a pupil vibrating back and forth. Then, with a loud //POP//, the lock's shackle separates from the mechanism, and the whole thing drops to the floor, vanishing in a haze of sparks and embers just when it would have met the surface. With the lock gone, several lengths of the binding chains around Lustra's chest begin to uncoil, falling away from her incredible tits and poofing away just like the lock. "Ah, much better!" the devil says, stretching her arms and shoulders as her breasts begin to pulse faintly. At first, you notice only a simple jiggle in the red flesh every second or so, but soon you see that her breast, in all their massive glory, are actually beginning to grow in pulsating waves. Straining hard against the few remaining wraps of chain so that the breast that was covered by the eye lock is now bulging outward around the chains like a water balloon held by a rubber band. The flesh is growing enough that the bulging flesh still fully obscures her areola without the lock's presence. "Did your tits just grow?" you ask. "Not exactly," the devil explains. "The binding is lessened with each wish, allowing me to return to a bit of my former power." "So they //did// grow..." you say. "So your power is in your tits?" $wife asks before the devil can respond to you. "Honey, the power is //always// in the tits," Lustra responds with a nod to $wife's chest. She seems to ignore your comment entirely. "Now what's your wish?" she asks $wife.

She throws out her arms again and repeats, "By the infernal powers, we have a binding agreement. Your wish is granted, $wife." This time, the mouth lock begins going nuts. The teeth chatter before the mouth flops open, limp. The tongue lashes out, licking the teeth and lips wildly before the lock clicks open and drops before vanishing along with the remaining chains. Lustra now stands before you in all her eight-foot-tall glory, utterly nude. Her breasts pulse and swell again until they are the size of beach balls, though they hang low with what is clearly a lot of weight. Now that the chains are fully gone, you can see the unsettling reason for her voice's echo from before. Each of her red-skinned breasts is adorned with a massive maroon areola, though instead of a nipple, the center of each is a wide mouth with luscious, full lips. Each of them, in turn, opens to reveal a set of teeth as sharp as the devil's 'normal' set and another long, pointed tongue. "Ah... much better," Lustra says from her normal mouth as well as from each of her breast mouths, all in unison. The echoing effect is much more pronounced without the chains. "At last I am unbound." "What the fuck is with the nipple mouths?!" you shriek. "Hey, fuck boy," Lustra's left boob says in an angry tone, "no body shaming here. This is what I look like. Maybe you play your cards right, you can find out what these 'nipple mouths' can do when I collect on your contract." "See you both //real// soon," her breasts say together as her face mouth just smiles. With that, Lustra vanishes into a cloud that smells of sulfur and charcoal. "I mean... what the actual fuck?" $wife mutters. "Right?!" "We have to have sex with that!" she continues. "I know... though..." you trail off. "And another fetish is born," $wife says, throwing her arms up. "Somehow I'm not surprised." "I'm just saying, it's interesting, now that I think about it," you defend. Eager to change the subject and get the newly spawned idea of a titfuck blowjob out of your head, you say to $wife, "I wonder what she did for our wishes." After a moment of quiet, $wife shrugs and says, "I guess we'll find out eventually." "I guess so," you agree. "Shall we continue looking around?" $wife says more than asks, gesturing back to the main part of the library.

The next morning, you do your best to not awaken a snoozing $wife as you claw yourself out of bed and into the living room. You stare at the indentation in the couch where Kirsten and her expanded breasts had sat just some several hours ago. (if: $inventory does not contain "raygun")[You feel a small pang of guilt over not coming through for her, but you and $wife still managed to enjoy yourselves once she'd left. It just took some time to work through the hard feelings of letting her friend down.](else:)[The memory of her giant tits exploding out of her too-small top is quickly brushed aside as you recall all of the fun you and $wife had after Kirsten left last night.] You pour yourself a bowl of cereal and put a pot of coffee on. With breakfast in hand, you plop down on that very couch and power on the TV. You don't feel like watching anything in particular, so you just flip it to the live feed, where you're greeted with an ad for bone density medication or something. You tune the TV out to background noise as you sip your hot coffee and eat the occassional spoonful of cereal. It's not until you pick up on rather distressed voices talking over one another that you look back to the TV. It's the news. You vaguely recognize the male and female anchor team as the usual duo, but you're struck by how "off" things are. The blonde woman is crouched down so that only her head and shoulders are visible above the desk. Her hair and make-up are somewhat awry, and she looks to have been crying a bit recently. The tall, dark-skinned man next to her is sitting normally and still doing his best to look professional, but his expression is one of someone who is deeply uncomfortable. Your interest piqued, you turn up the volume and listen in. "...still pouring in from across our viewing area that nearly all adult women are experiencing sudden, uncontrollable swelling of the breasts, paired with unrelenting lactation." You shake your head to ensure you aren't imagining things. You're almost certain the news just said all women's boobs are growing and they're lactating. Then you take a closer look at the female anchor. You see now that she's not only crouching below the desk, but also clutching something to her chest. A towel, you think. "That's... that's correct, Robert," the woman stammers. "I can... I can confirm that I myself have fallen victim to whatever this condition is that's sweeping across our city. I was fine on my way into work this morning, but just before we went live, my... my top got tighter... and, uh... well, while this may not be terribly... um, appropriate for live television, this is... this is what's happening." Visibly shaken, the female anchor sits more upright and you can see that she is indeed holding a hand towel or similar tightly across her chest. Her bosom is quite ample in size, and only recently got that way, judging from the straining of her blouse. She slowly removes the towel to reveal two enormous wet spots at the front of her chest, soaking through both her lavender top and the bra you can see beneath it, cutting into her swollen flesh. "Ladies and... and gentlemen," she says, trying her best to maintain decorum, "all of the women here in the studio at this point are experiencing these same symptoms to various degrees, as are most... um, most other women in the city. Until we can find out more about the... uh, cause of this... this outbreak, we urge everyone to remain calm and continue to--" "WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!" $wife screams from the bedroom. You put down your cereal and jump up from the couch. When you arrive at the doorway to the bedroom, you are greeted by a naked and distraught $wife, sprawled out on the bed, covers tossed aside. (if: $wifeBust is 0)[Her nude breasts are clearly a few cup sizes larger than normal. Her areolas, larger and darker. Her nipples erect and engorged.](else-if: $wifeBust < 4 and $wifeLac is 1)[Her nude breasts are at least a bit larger than they were last night. You're sure of it. Her nipples and areolas are still as dark and engorged as they have been since the idol.] (else-if: $wifeBust < 4)[Her nude breasts are at least a bit larger than they were last night. You're sure of it. Her areolas, though, have become far larger, darker. And her nipples are enormously engorged.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 4 and $wifeLac is 1)[You can't be certain, but you could swear her enormous breasts have grown still more since last night. Her nipples and areolas are still as dark and engorged as they have been since the idol.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 4)[You can't be certain, but you could swear her enormous breasts have grown still more since last night. Her areolas, though, are certainly far larger and darker. Her nipples are similarly engorged.] From each nipple, a constant heavy spray of white milk is issuing forth with impressive velocity, creating many arcs of creamy liquid in front of her which are soaking the bed and creating a widening puddle around her lower half. "Are... are you okay?" you stammer. "Do I //LOOK// okay?!" $wife shrieks at you, pointing both of her hands at her swollen, spraying tits. "You look pretty great to me," you say, realizing you fucked up the moment you let the words escape. "Is this a fucking joke to you?!" she demands. "No," you mutter. "I didn't think so! I'm lactating //EVERYWHERE//!" { (if: $wifeLac is 1)[\ "To be fair," you point out, "you were already lactating..." "Not like this!" she says, plopping a hand down into the soaked sheets beside her, sending droplets of milk splashing all over. One lands on your lip, and you fight the urge to lick it off. ] (else:)[\ "Maybe it'll wear off?" you shrug. "It fucking better!" ] } "Not enjoying our wishes?" a trio of the same husky voice asks in unison. The tone is derision and mockery. You whirl around to see the towering, nude form of Lustra, the devil, crouching slightly in the corner of the room. She is smiling wide with all three of her mouths. "We did NOT wish for this!" $wife shouts at the devil, scrambling to pull the sopping sheets over herself for modesty. "Hey," the devil retorts, "breast milk is full of vital nutrients. Especially when it's been enhanced by devil magic. And now there's a readily available supply for about... oh, 30 miles in all directions." "Whoa," you utter as your mind wraps around the possiblities. "Yep, no more hunger," the devil grins. "Unless, of course, you prudish mortals have a collective stick up your asses about drinking breast milk." "We do!" $wife shouts. "I... I don't..." you say, but clam up when $wife shoots you a death glare. "Oops," Lustra laughs. "Oh well, no take backsies. Now what say we all pile into bed. It's time for you to make good on your halves of the deal." "Right now?" you and $wife both ask. "Yep," Lustra says matter-of-factly, "besides, I'm //QUITE// thirsty." ==><== ##The End

(if:$inventory contains "raygun")[An hour later](else:)[The next morning, after the disappointment of letting Kirsten down has subsided], you're in bed with $wife, going at each other, hot and heavy. "Oh, fuck yes!" $wife shouts as you pound her from behind. (if: $wifeBust >= 1 and $wifeBust <= 4)[Her impressive new breasts swing pendulously beneath her torso with your every thrust.](if: $wifeBust > 4)[Her torso rests atop her gargantuan new tits which undulate beneath her in time with your every thrust.] "God, I've never been able to last this long!" you say, giving her plump ass a nice playful slap as you rail her. "I'm not... entirely... sure how... this power works..." $wife says through haggard breaths between thrusts, "but... we'll see... when I feel... like I've... had enough..." "Fine by me," you say, trying your best to not lose your mind in the ecstasy of fucking your wife for fifty minutes straight. You were honestly shocked when the initial tit fuck she decided to go with didn't make you erupt in seconds. "I'm good to go as long as you are!" "I want you to cum inside me right now!" $wife busts out. "You good with that?" "Fuck yeah, I am! Let's go!" You're loving the play with $wife's new power. You just wish that you had figured out yours, assuming Lustra hadn't fucked you over and given you nothing. You've been thinking of $wife's belly blowing up throughout your current romp, but nothing has happened. "Cum now!" $wife yells. It's like a switch going off inside you. You instantly go from constant pleasure at the verge of orgasm for the past near hour to feeling your insides trying to blast themselves out of your dick with all of the force a human body can muster. You grab onto $wife's hips and pull hard as you thrust into her again, your spunk blasting into her. "OH MY GOOOOOOD!" you shout, unable to comprehend the sensations you're feeling. This is more pleasure than you've ever experenced. What's more, there's something in the back of your mind that wasn't there before. A tiny piece of knowledge tucked away behind a fold you hadn't ever noticed. It's your wish. Your new power. You know it. You don't know //how// you know it. But you know it. "LET'S SEE THAT SEXY TUMMY OF YOURS SWELL UP!" you scream as your quake of a climax continues. "Oh..." $wife suddenly says. ###(text-style: "shudder")["FUUUUUUUCCCKK!!!"] She screams as you feel your cock suddenly blast an exponentially greater volume of semen into her. It's like a shotgun going off in slow motion. You grip onto her haunches and hold on to prevent the kick-back from knocking you off of her. "What the... Holy fuck that's a lot!!!" $wife shouts as you pump her full of cups--no, gallons--of your hot cum at a rate that is humanly impossible. "JESUS FUCK!" you cry out, feeling your groin muscles contract and contract and contract and contract, blasting your load over and over again into your wife. You don't know how long you blacked out, but you suddenly become aware that you are lying beside $wife on the bed, both of you panting heavily. Struggling to sit up on your elbow, you're aware that the sheets are positively covered in a sea of semen. You had to have come enough to fill a bathtub. Probably more. It's everywhere. The sheets. The walls. The floor. All over you. Pouring out of $wife's pussy. $wife! "Are you okay?" You lean over and check on her, placing a hand on her shoulder as she lies there facing away from you, breathing heavily. "I... I think so," she mutters, rolling over onto her back. As she rolls over, you see her belly wobble into view. To say that she looks severely pregnant would be the understatement of the century. She could be the next octomom. Attached to her torso is a globe of flesh, topped by a huge "outie" belly button. (if: $wifeBust >= 6)[It's very nearly as large as the gargantuan tits resting to either side of the mound.](else:)[It's big enough to make the massive tits resting atop it seem much less significant.] "Holy shit!" $wife says, struggling to get her hands onto her bulbous belly around her big tits. "I'm huge! I don't know how I'm actually holding all of that!" "That was so. Much. Cum," you agree, unable to stop staring at her swollen form. "I guess she found a way to give you control of my belly without the need to tiny humans," $wife muses, seemingly half pleased and half in shock. "Guess so," you say. "Though I think I'm going to have to work on my volume control." "I think that's a given," $wife smiles. You reach over and give her belly a light "smack" with your open palm, feeling the flesh wobble and sway from the blow. It's got you so turned on that you wish you had it in you to go again this soon. $wife seems to think the same, as she says, "You're ready to go again, but you won't cum yet." You feel your dick harden instantly at her words, and you know that her power has taken hold of your libido once again. //Interesting application//, you think. "Let's do this!" you say, crawling through the sticky mess of the covers to mount her round form. "Room for one more?" Lustra's trio of voices ask from behind you. The smell of sulfur permeates the room. "I've come to collect." ==><== ##The End

Months later, you find yourself lying in bed next to $wife, nude, exhausted, and frustrated. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[Within days, her breast growth from that night in the manor had subsided, returning her to her normal size. But the two of you took advantage of her gains plenty during that window, and you've been fucking plenty since.](else:)[The two of you have spent plenty of time fucking since that night at the manor.] But no matter what, your sessions always end this same way: with the two of you frustrated and disheartened. You haven't cum since leaving the manor. No matter what $wife and you try, no matter the positions, no matter the tempo, length of time, toys, porn, whatever. You just can't cum. You keep getting just to the edge of real pleasure, but you feel yourself lose steam quickly as your dick softens and the mood passes. This time, though, a thought occurs to you. "It was your wish!" you say suddenly, turning to face your beautiful wife. "My... I didn't make a wish... Oh shit," $wife catches onto your idea. "'I wish he could wait to get his rocks off' or something like that, right?" you question, already knowing the answer. "Fuck," $wife mutters, her expression souring. "I'm so sorry. I did this to us. To you." "Seems that way," you say, anger and resentment starting to spool in your gut against your better judgment. "Maybe it's only temporary?" $wife offers with a hopeful tone. "God I hope so," you huff, flopping back onto the bed. "Don't worry, it is," Lustra's trio of voices suddenly says from the corner of the room. You and $wife both startle at her sudden appearance. "In fact, why don't we go ahead an undo it, now that he's waited so long." The devil snaps her fingers, and you instantly feel the saddest, least satisfying orgasm twitch through your nethers as a trickle of semen leaks out of you. "Well that was anticlimactic," you say, giving Lustra a glare. "Just felt right after all this build up," she replies, walking her way to the bed, her wide hips swaying exaggeratedly. "Want to try for a better one? I can give better head than Miss Can't-get-you-off." "Oh, ha ha," $wife jabs, pulling the covers up to cover herself. "Now, scoot over, sweetie," Lustra says, waving her away from the edge of the bed. "I'm gonna need a good bit of room." ==><== ##The End

**Version 1.6.2 release notes:** Fixed bug that caused Lustra to give infinite growth wishes. Sorry. Fixed issue that could cause soft lock on top floor under specific conditions. Added (link: "secret code")[(8168008135)] that can be entered into keypads to access tips for expansions and best ending. (button:)[[[Return to Landing Page|Landing Page]]]

{ You spend a moment taking stock of your situation. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[\ $wife's breasts are now\ \ (if: $wifeBust is 1)[ full D cups, straining at her bra and blouse.] \ (if: $wifeBust is 2)[ DD cups. Her bra is clearly ruined beneath her overfilled top. Her top button is long gone.] \ (if: $wifeBust is 3)[ F cups, huge and perky. Her shirt is fully blown open, revealing her newly grown tits in all their glory.] \ (if: $wifeBust is 4)[ the size of basketballs. Her nipples are enormous and seemingly permanently erect(if: $takeBra)[, visible even through her newly acquired bra].] \ (if: $wifeBust is 5)[ so large that they obscure the entirety of her torso below the collarbone.] \ (if: $wifeBust is 6)[ big enough to block sight of her upper thighs and even most of her arms when at her sides.] \ (if: $wifeBust is 7)[ so massive that they dominate your view of her. She is now as much boob as woman. She seems to be struggling a lot with the added weight.] (if: $takeBra)[The (if: $braName)[hoverbra](else:)[strange anti-gravity bra] encompasses the grand mass of her chest, emitting its faint turquoise light like a neon homage to $wife's new curves. ] (if: $wifeLac is 1)[Her pants and clothing is stained and damp from her previous lactation episode. ] ] (if: $wifeMood is "happy")[(if: $wifeBust >= 1)[She](else:)[$wife] seems to be in a fairly good mood, given the craziness going on around you both tonight. ] (if: $wifeMood is "jealous")[(if: $wifeBust >= 1)[She](else:)[$wife] seems somewhat eager to keep looking around the place. You notice her poking and squishing her breasts when she thinks you're not looking. ] (if: $wifeMood is "angry")[(if: $wifeBust >= 1)[She](else:)[$wife] seems pretty miffed about the whole rock-paper-scissors thing. ] (if: $wifeMood is "scared")[(if: $wifeBust >= 1)[She](else:)[$wife] is still visibly shaken, clinging to your arm tightly when she has the chance. ] (if: (history:) contains "Kitchen")[Inventorying the items at your disposal, you have: (if: $inventory contains "flashlight")[ a flashlight] (if: $inventory contains "drill")[ a cordless drill] (if: $inventory contains "fertilizer")[ a bottle of plant fertilizer] (if: $inventory contains "formulae")[ a few vials of formulae from the sitting room] (if: $inventory contains "raygun")[ the raygun from the hall closet] (if: $inventory contains "battery")[ a rechargeable battery pack] (if: $inventory contains "field stabilizer")[ a field stabilizer ring] ] } (button:)[(link: "Return to the Game")[(undo:)]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You both step out of the elevator and find yourselves in another world altogether. The laboratory around you is clean, sleek, and obviously //very// high-tech. Stainless steel and chrome make up most every surface. A high domed ceiling yawns before you, lined in concentric circles by light bars. About two thirds of them are dark, but enough shine with a crisp white light that you can see around the space well enough. The familiar blue-green glow of the maids' charging docks(if: (history:) contains "Master closet")[ and the (if: $braName)[hoverbra](else:)[anti-gravity bra]] can be seen dotting the massive circular room on all sorts of machinery. Somewhere overhead, the gentle hum of what has to be an air circulation system can be heard. In the center of the space, an enormous spherical device stands at least a dozen feet tall, a large bundle of hoses and cables extending from its top point to the ceiling high above. The surface of the thing is a network of glowing lines, all in that familiar turquoise color and pulsing slowly. A low buzzing fills the space and seems to be coming from the machinery. Along the walls, various work stations consist of tables, swivel chairs, banks of monitors, and a wide array of devices in various states of assembly or unassembly. Moving further out into the lab, you see an eight foot tall cylinder, turquoise lights dotting the outer surface, with a one-foot-diameter circular window placed at eye-level. The device stands against the far west wall directly across from the elevator, somewhat separated from the other stations around the perimeter. Next to it is a small standing desk with a pair of dark monitors and a camera mounted on a tripod and pointed at the cylinder. "Holy shit," you mutter. "Please tell me that thing isn't nuclear," $wife shudders and indicates the sphere in the center of the room. "Hopefully not," is all you can manage to say in comfort. You find yourself wondering about it, as well. "Well, where do we start?" $wife asks. ] (else:)[\ You stand in the immense(if: $powerOn is false)[, dimly lit] dome of the manor's underground laboratory. In the center of the room, (if: (history:) contains "Power cell")[the spherical power cell sits,](else:)[a large mechanical sphere sits,] gently humming and pulsing turquoise light. Around the perimeter, numerous work stations are scattered with bits of machinery and computer consoles. Against the west wall, (if: (history:) contains "Nanite chamber")[the Nanite Chamber stands](else:)[a tall metal cylinder stands] next to a desk with a pair of monitors. ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Work stations")[(button:)[[[Investigate the work stations around the perimeter|Work stations]]] ](else:)[(button:)[[[Check the work stations again|Work stations]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Power cell")[(button:)[[[Investigate the sphere in the center of the lab|Power cell]]] ](else:)[(button:)[[[Check the power cell again|Power cell]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Nanite chamber")[(button:)[[[Ivestigate the cylinder on the west wall|Nanite chamber]]] ](else:)[(button:)[[[Return to the nanite chamber|Nanite chamber]]] ] (button:)[[[Return to the elevator|Elevator entry]]] }

{ (if: visits is 1 and $powerOn is false)[\ You take a moment to walk around the space with $wife. The work stations that ring the perimeter of the lab give the distinct impression that the place was meant to be staffed by at least a dozen researchers at a time. Each one appears fully self-sufficient with its own monitor, PC, research setup, partially assembled or disassembled project, notepads, etc. Looking at them, you can't make heads or tails of most of the projects. Some look like fairly mundane machinery. Others give off a more sinister vibe, like they might be some sort of weapon or torture device. You assume that they all have at least a passing relation to increasing the size of women's breasts. At a few stations, you poke around and jiggle the mouse or tap a key on the keyboard, but all of the monitors are dark, with not even a small light to indicate they have power. You're not going to get any clues from the computers as long as the main power is out. After a few stations, you come across one that appears more chemically-centered, as opposed to the mechanical creations in development at the others. You assume this must be where Lilith was distilling her formulae. (if: (history:) contains "Sitting room cabinet")[You can even see a few of the empty bottles matching those from the cabinet upstairs.] At another station, you spy what would appear to be a bank of rechargeable battery packs. There are no lights on around them, but you wonder whether they might have held a charge over however long they've sat here in the quiet lab. (if: (history:) contains "Nanite chamber camera")[If there's still any juice in them, you're pretty sure they would fit the camera you saw by the Nanite chamber.] "Not sure we can do much with any of this without knowing what exactly we're looking at," $wife says in resignation. "I think you're right," you agree. "If we had power to the computers, we might be able to glean a bit about what was going on at these stations." (if: (history:) contains "Power cell")[$wife seems to pick up on what you're getting at and says, "I still don't know if I'm comfortable messing with that thing." She jerks her head toward the massive sphere in the room's center as she says it. ] (else:)["Maybe..." $wife muses noncommittally. ] ] (else-if: visits is 1 and $powerOn is true)[\ You take a moment to walk around the space with $wife. (set: $workStations to true) The work stations that ring the perimeter of the lab give the distinct impression that the place was meant to be staffed by at least a dozen researchers at a time. Each one appears fully self-sufficient with its own monitor, PC, research setup, partially assembled or disassembled project, notepads, etc. Moving from station to station, you notice that the monitors each have a small yellow "stand-by" light on. There's power running to all of these systems. Curiosity burning in your skull, you reach out to the nearest station and hit the monitor's power button and jiggle the mouse. "What are you doing?" $wife demands, panic shaking her tone. "I'm just trying to get an idea of what we're looking at here," you say, gesturing broadly to the half-unmade bits of machinery littering the desks stretching out to your left and right. A moment after willing the station to return to life, the screen boots up with some sort of bare-bones operating system you've never seen. It's little more than text on a black screen. At the top of the screen are the words: PROJECT 492j - TEMPORAL ADVANCEMENT. Below that are several dated entries, with the last one reading "4/10 PROJECT FAILURE - DESTROY." Looking at the scattered remains of a device at that station, you recall the diary entry where Lilith mentioned a failed time machine project. You wonder if this has been sitting here all these years after she smashed it. "Can you believe she actually created a time machine and smashed it to bits?" you say to $wife. "I mean, it's a pretty terrifying prospect, though, right? Just some lady with the power to bend reality and time..." "Yeah, but she did destroy it," you say, waving a hand at the bits of machinery on the surface before you. "Because she couldn't use it for the specific, selfish ends she wanted," $wife points out. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[You glance at $wife's enlarged chest, but decide to hold your tongue. ] You move on, checking the monitors at each of the stations beneath the glare of the overhead fluorescent lights and with the Power cell's buzzing hanging at the back of your consciousness. PROJECT 281b - TISSUE STIMILATION PROJECT 014x - AUGMENTABLE PROSTHESIS PROJECT 001a - ELECTROBUST DEVICE PROJECT 394i - NANITE MANIPULATION There are dozens of unfinished projects, each taking up its own station, longing to be complete. All of the entries on the monitors seem to contain words like "FAILURE," "INCOMPLETE," "ABANDONED," and the like. You can sense the desperation and longing in each experiment. You're beginning to feel overwhelmed by the growing pity for this woman. "She wanted so badly to live up to this ideal of her ancestor," $wife says, sorrow in her voice. You nod solemnly. The two of you keep looking around, but you're done prying into the system entries. The only thing you can even make any sense of is a charging dock for what are certainly rechargeable batteries at one of the stations. The light on the dock indicates that the packs are good to go, with the exception of one, where a blinking red light seems to indicate a failure in the device. (if: (history:) contains "Nanite chamber camera")[You're fairly certain that these battery packs would fit the camera by the Nanite chamber.](else:)[You could use them to power something if you found anything that used that size battery.] ] (else-if: $powerOn is true and $workStations is false)[\ With the power now on, you make the circuit around the work stations once more. (set: $workStations to true) Moving from station to station, you notice that the monitors now each have a small yellow "stand-by" light on. There's power running to all of these systems. Curiosity burning in your skull, you reach out to the nearest station and hit the monitor's power button and jiggle the mouse. "What are you doing?" $wife demands, panic shaking her tone. "I'm just trying to get an idea of what we're looking at here," you say, gesturing broadly to the half-unmade bits of machinery littering the desks stretching out to your left and right. A moment after willing the station to return to life, the screen boots up with some sort of bare-bones operating system you've never seen. It's little more than text on a black screen. At the top of the screen are the words: PROJECT 492j - TEMPORAL ADVANCEMENT. Below that are several dated entries, with the last one reading "4/10 PROJECT FAILURE - DESTROY." Looking at the scattered remains of a device at that station, you recall the diary entry where Lilith mentioned a failed time machine project. You wonder if this has been sitting here all these years after she smashed it. "Can you believe she actually created a time machine and smashed it to bits?" you say to $wife. "I mean, it's a pretty terrifying prospect, though, right? Just some lady with the power to bend reality and time..." "Yeah, but she did destroy it," you say, waving a hand at the bits of machinery on the surface before you. "Because she couldn't use it for the specific, selfish ends she wanted," $wife points out. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[You glance at $wife's enlarged chest, but decide to hold your tongue. ] You move on, checking the monitors at each of the stations beneath the glare of the overhead fluorescent lights and with the Power cell's buzzing hanging at the back of your consciousness. PROJECT 281b - TISSUE STIMILATION PROJECT 014x - AUGMENTABLE PROSTHESIS PROJECT 001a - ELECTROBUST DEVICE PROJECT 394i - NANITE MANIPULATION There are dozens of unfinished projects, each taking up its own station, longing to be complete. All of the entries on the monitors seem to contain words like "FAILURE," "INCOMPLETE," "ABANDONED," and the like. You can sense the desperation and longing in each experiment. You're beginning to feel overwhelmed by the growing pity for this woman. "She wanted so badly to live up to this ideal of her ancestor," $wife says, sorrow in her voice. You nod solemnly. The two of you keep looking around, but you're done prying into the system entries. (if: (history:) does not contain "Take battery")[The charging rack of batteries sits at one of the work stations. ] (if: (history:) contains "Camera video" and $needStabilizer is true)[\ (set: $noticeStabilizer to true)Thinking back to the video you saw, you now recognize the rings at the "Nanite Manipulation" work station as the field stabilizers Lilith was speaking about in her pre-experiment recording. Given the warning on the Nanite Chamber work station, you think it might be a good idea to have a spare on hand when you open it up. ] ] (else-if: $powerOn is true)[\ You look around at the quiet work stations, their broken or unfinished projects project an air of desperation. (if: (history:) does not contain "Take battery")[The charging rack of batteries sits at one of the work stations. ] (else-if: (history:) contains "Camera video" and $needStabilizer is true and $noticeStabilizer is false)[\ (set: $noticeStabilizer is true)Thinking back to the video you saw, you now recognize the rings at the "Nanite Manipulation" work station as the field stabilizers Lilith was speaking about in her pre-experiment recording. Given the warning on the Nanite Chamber work station, you think it might be a good idea to have a spare on hand when you open it up. ] (else-if: (history:) contains "Camera video" and (history:) does not contain "Field Stabilizer" and $needStabilizer is true)[\ The field stabilizers sit in a rack at the "Nanite Manipulation" work station.] ] (else-if: $powerOn is false)[\ You look around at the work stations once more, but you really feel there's little more you can do to make sense of the projects without a way to access the computers at each station. If only the lab had more than emergency power... (if: (history:) does not contain "Take battery")[The charging rack of batteries sits at one of the work stations. ] ] (button:)[[[Leave the work stations alone|Laboratory]]] (if: (history:) does not contain "Take battery")[(button:)[[[Take one of the battery packs|Take battery]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Power cell")[(button:)[[[Head to the Power Cell in the center|Power cell]]] ](else:)[(button:)[[[Check out the buzzing sphere in the center of the room|Power cell]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Nanite chamber")[(button:)[[[Return to the Nanite Chamber|Nanite chamber]]] ](else:)[(button:)[[[Investigate the tall cylinder on the west wall|Nanite chamber]]] ] (if: (history:) contains "Camera video" and $needStabilizer is true and $inventory does not contain "field stabilizer")[(button:)[[[Take one of the spare nanite field stabilizers|Field stabilizer]]]] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You step up to the massive sphere at the center of the laboratory. The device is twice your height and covered in numerous small hexagonal panels. From between the panels, the turquoise glow pulses in rhythm with the low hum buzzing from the machine. From the north side of the thing, a small flat platform stands at chest height. On this surface rest a small monitor, a keyboard, and a handful of small switches, knobs, and levers. Just above this area, a bright yellow and black sign warns: ==><== (bg: yellow)+(text-color: black)+(border: "dashed")+(border-color: black)+(border-size: 6)[\ ##!CAUTION! ###ANTIMATTER POWER CELL ####DO NOT APPROACH WITH EXPLOSIVE OR CORROSIVE MATERIALS ] <== "Oh, shit!" $wife exclaims, reflexively taking a large step back from the sphere. "We shouldn't be getting to close to this thing, right?" You can't deny that "antimatter power cell" sounds super scary even without the ominous sign's warning. Still, curiosity is getting the better of you. You lean in close to examine the screen. A faint line of text stretches across the very top of the screen. You can see strong evidence of burn-in where a rectangular cursor blinks, leaving a ghost of itself behind each time it fades. The text reads: SYSTEM STANDBY. EMERGENCY POWER ONLY. RESTART SYSTEM TO ACTIVATE. Glancing at the buttons and switches, the most obvious of the bunch is a large red button with a label that reads "System Restart." "It seems like the system shut itself down some time ago," you say to $wife. "I think we can restart it if we hit this button." "I don't like hearing 'I think' when there's something called an 'Antimatter power cell' involved!" she says, pointedly not moving back closer. You look from $wife's worried expression back to the screen and button. (if: (history:) contains "Nanite chamber")[\ "This might be a way to boot up the work station by the Nanite Chamber," you say, hopeful. ] (else:)[\ "It might be possible to get all the power in this place back up and running," you say, hopeful. ] "I'm //really// not sure about this," $wife bemoans. ] (else-if: not $powerOn)[\ The spherical power cell is unchanged. It still buzzes faintly as the light emitting from inside pulses slowly. ] (else:)[\ The power cell buzzes loudly up close. The lights are far brighter than they were before you restarted the system. The monitor on the north side of the sphere now shows a readout of various metrics that you don't undertand, while the imprint of the previous notification is burned across the screen. ] (if: not $powerOn)[(button:)[[[Press the "System Restart" button|System restart]]] ] (button:)[[[Leave the power cell alone|Laboratory]]] }

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You motion for $wife to head to the large cylinder with you. Up close, the thing is big, but not nearly as large as the (if: (history:) contains "Power cell")[Power Cell](else:)[glowing spherical machine] in the center of the lab. It's easily big enough that it could hold a person. The device is a little more than eight feet tall, not counting the low platform to which it is bolted. The cylinder itself is probably close to three feet in diameter. The outer surface is a dark blue painted metal casing with dozens of wires and hoses running from assorted attachment points to computers and all manner of machines on the desks nearby. About five feet up from the bottom of the cylinder, an etched placard is riveted to the device that reads "Nanite Chamber, Mk. 7." About six inches above that, a faint blue-white glow is emitted from a one-foot-diameter circular glass window. The edges of the porthole are heavily reinforced and bolted down with enough bolts that you're sure this thing could handle space travel. Looking into the portal, all you can see is a jagged, complex map of ice crystals clinging to the other side of the glass. You think you can just make out a head and shoulders shaped shadow inside, but it could easily be your imagination. "Do you think she's really in there?" $wife asks. "Really hope so..." you say quietly, as much to yourself as to her. Your eye stops on a pair of heavy-duty latches built into the side of the chamber. Adjacent to the upper latch is a small button that glows red. Text beneath the button reads "Cryo Release." Just south of the chamber itself, a rolling desk with a pair of monitors, a keyboard, and mouse stands, numerous cables trailing from the equipment to the chamber and various CPU towers on nearby desks. (if: $powerOn)[The left monitor appears to have a bit of white text flashing on the screen.](else:)[Both monitors are totally black.] On the opposite side of the chamber, a small camcorder stands back about five feet on a collapsible tripod. It is pointed directly at the Nanite Chamber. ] (else:)[\ The Nanite Chamber stands there against the west wall. Just to the south, a mobile work station is topped with a pair of (if: not $powerOn)[dark monitors](else:)[monitors. One of them displays small flashing text]. North of the chamber, a camcorder stands on a tripod. ] } (button:)[[[Leave the chamber alone|Laboratory]]] (button:)[[[Try to open the Nanite Chamber|Lilith logic]]] { (if: not $needStabilizer)[(button:)[[[Investigate the mobile work station|Nanite chamber monitors]]] ] (if: (history:) does not contain "Camera video")[(button:)[[[Investigate the camcorder|Nanite chamber camera]]]] }

Fearing the worst, you clench everything you can possibly clench and hit the "System Restart" switch with the open palm of your hand. (set: $powerOn to true) "Oh god..." you hear $wife mutter behind you. You can't say you disgree with her apprehension, but hopefully this works out and you can get the power back on in this place. The lights on the sphere begin to pulse faster and the buzzing hum of the device grows faster and louder, becoming a constant roar. Just as it reaches the point of being almost too loud to stand, it tapers off slightly and the monitor next to the switches springs to life. Various readouts plaster the screen and the light coming from the sphere itself becomes much brighter and more constant. Overhead, the lights that were not yet on all flicker to life, lighting the lab more fully. "Well, I guess it worked," $wife says, not even trying to hide the shock in her voice. "See? I wasn't gonna get us blown up," you say proudly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You mean you got lucky," she says with a smile. "I got lucky," you admit. "I've always been lucky." "You sure have," she agrees with a genuine smile. "Now let's get the fuck away from this thing." (button:)[[["Agreed."|Laboratory]]]

You reach out and take a battery from the rack, sticking it in a pocket. (set: $inventory to it + (ds: "battery")) As $wife looks at you with a puzzled look, you shrug and say, (if: (history:) contains "Nanite chamber camera")["I figure we might be able to power that dead camera by the Nanite chamber, see if we can learn anything."](else:)["Might come in handy..."] (button:)[[[Keep checking out the work stations|Work stations]]] (button:)[[[Leave the work stations alone|Laboratory]]]

You take one of the glowing flexible rings and hold onto it. (set: $inventory to it + (ds: "field stabilizer")) "After seeing that warning on the monitor and the big deal Lilith was making over these things in her recording, I figure it's probably best to have a spare one handy before we crack open that Nanite Chamber." $wife gives an assured nod of agreement. (button:)[[[Keep looking around the work stations|Work stations]]] (button:)[[[Leave the work stations|Laboratory]]]

{ (if: visits is 1 and not $powerOn)[\ You step up to the mobile work station and take a close look at the monitors. Both screens are dark. You try to move the mouse, press keys, hit the power button, but nothing works. There seems to be no power to the work station. ] (else-if: visits is 1 and $powerOn)[\ You step up to the mobile work station. Both monitors are powered on, judging by the lights on the frames. However, only the left monitor displays anything. There, a single line of text blinks in and out of existence: (text-style: "fade-in-out")[WARNING: CRITICAL ERROR. NANITE FIELD STABILIZER FAILURE. REPLACEMENT NEEDED UPON CRYO-RELEASE.] You and $wife read it at the same time before sharing a worried look.(set: $needStabilizer to true) "That can't be good," she says. "Don't think it is," you agree. "Guess we probably ought to find a replacement..." (if: (history:) contains "Camera video")["It was that glowing band she put around her neck in the video. She called it a field stabilizer. We just need to look around for another one," $wife offers.] (else:)["How? We have no idea what we're looking for..." $wife says, concern in her voice. You shrug.] ] (else-if: not $powerOn)[\ The monitors still have no power. ] (else:)[\ The monitors have power now, though only the left one displays any text. It flashes the message: (text-style: "fade-in-out")[WARNING: CRITICAL ERROR. NANITE FIELD STABILIZER FAILURE. REPLACEMENT NEEDED UPON CRYO-RELEASE.] You and $wife read it at the same time before sharing a worried look.(set: $needStabilizer to true) "That can't be good," she says. "Don't think it is," you agree. "Guess we probably ought to find a replacement..." (if: (history:) contains "Camera video")["It was that glowing band she put around her neck in the video. She called it a field stabilizer. We just need to look around for another one," $wife offers.] (else:)["How? We have no idea what we're looking for..." $wife says, concern in her voice. You shrug.] ] } (button:)[[[Leave the monitors alone|Nanite chamber]]]

{ (if: visits is 1)[\ You step over to the camera. "Think she left a recording?" $wife asks, seemingly reading your mind. "I think we should definitely check," you say, reaching out and detaching the camcorder from the spindly tripod. The fold-out screen is dark. You press the power button, but there's no response from the camera. The battery is long dead. You're not terribly surpised. "Battery dead?" $wife asks reduntantly. You simply give her a look that's somewhere between sarcasm and irritation. "Yeah, dumb question," she admits, looking down in mock shame. You flip the camera over and see a tab to open the battery comparment. Pulling the panel open, you see a rechargeable battery locked into place. (if: $inventory contains "battery")[It looks identical to the one you picked up from the work stations.](else-if: (history:) contains "Work stations")[It looks identical to those in the charging cradle at the work stations.] "Seems like an easy enough fix," you say in determination. ] (else:)[\ The camera sits dark on the tripod. It's useless without a fresh battery. ] } (button:)[[[Leave the camera alone|Nanite chamber]]] (if: $inventory contains "battery")[(button:)[[[Try replacing the battery with the one you picked up|Camera video]]]]

{ (if: $inventory does not contain "field stabilizer")[ (go-to: "Lilith grow ending") ] (else-if: $wifeBust < 6)[ (go-to: "Lilith rescue ending") ] (else:)[ (go-to: "Lilith true ending") ] }

You take a moment to swap out the dead battery for the one from the work station charging cradle. In your head, you silently will this replacement to have kept a decent charge after all these years. With a //snap//, the new battery is locked into place. You replace the cover and press the power button. When the little green light begins to glow, both you and $wife release the breaths you were unaware you were both holding. The screen flickers to life, displaying the brand logo and then a simple menu. You take a second to learn the controls before navigating to the past recordings. The last one is dated June 23, four years ago. The time is listed as well over five hours long. You share a hesitant glance with $wife before exhaling and beginning the video playback. On the small screen, the image springs to life, tinny, distorted sound emits from the camcorder's speakers as a young woman on the screen begins talking into the lens. "This is Lilith VanBusen. The date is," she pauses, looking off to the side, presumably at a calendar, "the twenty-third of June, and the time is four thirty-four p.m. I am beginning the seventeenth test of the Nanite Chamber. This will be the first attempt to infuse the subject... myself... with a full complement of nanites. I have instructed my robotic assistant Helga to perform the cryo-reversal procedure in exactly three hours from the time the test begins." This is the first time you've really gotten a look at Lilith, you realize. Sure, you read her journal and rummaged through her stuff enough the past few hours that she feels like a new friend, but it hadn't yet occurred to you that all of the images around the manor were either of the Countess or assorted women with large breasts. She has no pictures of herself anywhere in her home that you've seen. It's sad, given how beautiful she is. The woman in the video is somewhere in her early thirties, by your best guess. Her long black hair is tied in a messy ponytail that has left a few loose strands hanging in her face. She occassionaly throws her head to the left in an ineffective attempt to get them out of the way. Her facial features are sharp in a way that would be at home on a supermodel, with a narrow chin and slender nose that give her an elegant appearance. She clearly took the time to apply a limited amount of eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lipstick. It's enough to enhance her appearance while giving the barest hint of a "no makeup" style. Her body is slim and fit. That much is plainly obvious even through the bulky white lab coat she's wearing sinched at the waist. Her curves, as expected, however, are nearly non-existent. You're somehow suprised after what you've seen tonight. You were ready for a busty bombshell, but she's totally flat despite her astonishing beauty. "I can't believe //she's// self-conscious," $wife scoffs. She apparently feels the same as you do. "I mean... she's fucking //hot!//" "Yeah, but she's no you," you say with a sly smile. $wife returns one that says "you answered correctly." Then she turns back to the video and says, "Pay attention." Back at the video, Lilith is still talking about the test she's about to run. You catch the end of something about the expected results. Then she begins to undress. On the tiny screen, Lilith removes her lab coat and you see that she is fully nude. She holds her arms out straight in a T pose and spins around slowly in front of the camera. With no coat to hide her body, you can confirm that she is, in fact, comletely flat. Her butt, hips, thighs, and chest are all thin and lacking in definition. She is obviously in good shape, but she has no real extra padding anywhere--a wafer-thin beauty. "I can see why her ancestor's writings fucked with her head so much," $wife says sorrowfully. "I can't imagine what that did to her emotionally," you agree. Back on the video, Lilith, still nude, holds up a small, flexible ring. It's glowing the familiar turquoise color you've come to associate with her advanced tech. "This is the seventh iteration Nanite Field Stabilizer," she says to the camera. "It is the most important part of the experiment after the chamber itself. It will be the thing that allows me to control the nanites once they have been injected and acclimated to my body. I am now putting it on." She unclasps the band and places it around her neck like a choker, fastening it back. "And now," she continues, "the subject will enter the Nanite Chamber." Lilith turns and walks away from the camera to the large cylinder against the laboratory wall. The front is open, revealing the cavity inside and a plethora of tubes, nozzles, and needles lining the interior. "See me on the other side," Lilith says to the camera with a grin. Then she steps inside and pulls the door shut around her. A hiss of air and a low hum can be heard as the door shuts. The circular window on the front grows fuzzy. You assume it is due to the cryonic process happening inside. "We should fast forward to make sure nothing else happened," $wife says. You agree. Pressing the double arrow button, the video zips forward, but only the timestamp's rapid count provides any indication that time is passing. After a few minutes, the video ends with no indication of further action. Helga never came to collect her master. "Well," $wife says, "there's our answer. She's inside the cylinder. Let's get her out of there." "Let's do it," you say, placing the camera back on its tripod. (button:)[[[Return to the Nanite Chamber|Nanite chamber]]]

"Let's do this," you say with an assured nod to $wife. You reach out and press the glowing red "Cryo Release" button. Instantly, a loud hiss emits from the device. Puffs of icy mist blast from tiny vents near the hose connections. Then there's a loud //POP// from inside the chamber. After a moment of this, the red button turns a bright green. The universal sign of "You're all good." "I'll help you with the latches," $wife says, leaning over to reach for the lower latch. (if: $wifeBust >= 4 and $takeBra is false)[You notice her wobble suddenly as her unbalanced figure threatens to throw her off balance.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 5)[She seems to struggle reaching for the latch around her added luggage of a chest, but she manages eventually.] As $wife gives the lower latch a good yank, you grab the upper latch and pull. It takes a good amount of force, but eventually it breaks loose. Once both latches are released, more hissing issues forth from the cylinder's broken seal. You grab the hatch and push it open, swinging it delicately on its hinges. Inside, you see Lilith VanBusen. { (if: (history:) contains "Camera video")[ She looks exactly the same as she did in the video you watched moments ago. She hasn't aged a day. And she's just as flat and curveless as she was in the footage. You hope for her sake that this disastrous experiment wasn't all for nothing. You notice that her still features are touched with the occassional ice crystal. Left from the cryo process, you assume. ] (else:)[ She's in her early thirties, by your best guess. Her long black hair is tied in a messy ponytail that has left a few loose strands hanging in her motionless face. Her facial features are sharp in a way that would be at home on a supermodel, with a narrow chin and slender nose that give her an elegant appearance. She clearly took the time to apply a limited amount of eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lipstick. It's enough to enhance her appearance while giving the barest hint of a "no makeup" style. Her body is slim and fit, and she is fully nude, with the exception of a thick black choker around her neck. Her curves, as expected, however, are nearly non-existent. You're somehow suprised after what you've seen tonight. You were ready for a busty bombshell, but she's totally flat despite her astonishing beauty. You hope for her sake that this disaster of an experiment wasn't for nothing. On Lilith's cheeks, eyelashes, and lips, you can see the occassional ice crystal left from the cryo process. ] } "Is she alive?" $wife asks nervously. You look at the stock still woman's body, watching for the rise and fall of her chest or a flicker of an eyelid, but you don't see any-- "AGH!" Lilith jolts awake, throwing her head forward and grabbing at the sides of the chamber. "Helga! Quickly, we have to docu..." She trails off as her eyes see you and $wife standing before her. Her mouth begins to form words, her lips pressing together, her throat contracting. But she only manages to mouth inaudible sounds. Her eyes scan you both and then the room laboratory behind you. She appears to have great difficulty focusing, as she squints and opens her eyes repeatedly. "It's okay," $wife says, stepping forward. "We're here to help you." "Wh... who..." Lilith stammers, prying her body out of the chamber and stumbling as she attempts to gain her footing. "We're neighbors," you say as $wife reaches out to offer hand to the disoriented woman. "It's a long story, but you've been in there a lot longer than you intended." Lilith looks at you, confusion in her eyes. She mutters a bit but finally gets a few words to form. "Who are... you? Why are... you in... my lab?" "We're sorry for intruding," $wife apologizes, "but you have been missing for a while. We were worried about you." "M... missing?" Lilith asks, taking a few more steps out into her laboratory. She seems totally unbothered by her nudity. (if: $wifeBust > 2)[Or $wife's, for that matter.] "The experiment went bad, because of the Countess," you tell her, forcing your voice to remain calm and reassuring. "She disabled Helga and trapped you down here..." "How long?" she asks, looking more lucid by the moment. "About four years," $wife says carefully. "Four years?!" she shouts in a cracked, hoarse rasp. "Helga? Meloni? Lustra? Olga?" She drops to her knees hard enough that the smacking sound they make against the floor causes you to wince in empathy. "I've been in there for four years? Is everyone okay? Why are you in my house?(if: $takeBra)[ Why are you wearing my bra?](if: $wifeBust >= 3)[ Have you been using my stuff?]" "We'll explain everything, I promise," $wife attempst to reassure her, "but first we have to make sure you're--" "Ack!" Lilith croaks in surprise as her previously nonexistent chest suddenly bubbles out in a single burst. In the blink of an eye, the woman is now standing before you with a pair of perky Cs. "It worked!" she says, reaching up to immediately begin fondling her newly expanded chest. "God, this feels so good!" (if: $wifeBust >= 1)["I know, right?"](else:)["Looks like it,"] $wife mutters under her breath. Lilith is so engrossed with her new toys that she pays no heed. Then her left breast suddenly begins to shrink as her right balloons outward at the same rate. "That's... odd," $wife says. "Yeah," you utter absentmindedly. Your eyes are glued on the lopsided show before you. "What's going on? I'm not..." she asks no one in particular. Then her ass explodes outward behind her. All at once, she has a porn star's dumptruck where she was flat as a board. As her left tit fully vanishes, leaving only her flat torso on that side, her right continues to swell, reaching inhuman sizes quickly. The imbalance pulls her to the ground where she flounders. "My field stabilizer!" she cries out, waving an arm into the air as it goes from thin and elegant to thick and flabby in a moment. "It's on the station o//br durrr//!" Lilith is trying to get the words out, but her lips have now swollen like she has the world's most excessive fillers. "MMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFF!" she groans through her puffy, puckered lips. She flails her arms wildly as she attempts to get vertical, but suddenly her thighs and belly are bubbling outward as unevenly as her tits. Managing to finally get a foot beneath her, she is thrown backward as the leg grows twice the length of her other one, now with a foot at the end that could fill a clown shoe. "We've got to find that stabilizer thing she was wanting!" $wife cries out, turning to run toward the nearest work station. You take off with her, but you keep looking back at the bizarre sight of Lilith growing in the strangest ways. Her breasts seem to have both exploded outward in size again, nearly evening up, though each is now tipped with a nipple the size and shape of a water bottle. And then the real growth begins. As much violent expansion as the woman has been experiencing, it has been nothing compared to what you now witness. While Lilith screams from behind her bloated kissers, her body is billowing out at a shocking rate. Arms are lengthening, fattening. Legs are growing thicker. Belly and ass are being reduced to a collection of massive spheres. And her tits are two massive pink mountains, rushing toward you in a fleshy landslide. "We have to get out of here," $wife says, grabbing your arm and pulling. Where there had been Lilith VanBusen, there is now a pile of jiggling fleshy limbs and parts, all rushing outward as fast as they can. The hemispherical space of the lab is beginning to feel far too small. "To the elevator!" you shout, tearing your gaze away and making a break for the exit. Behind you, you hear crashing and the violent rending of metal as work stations and more are obliterated by the expanding mass of Miss VanBusen. Overhead, the lights flicker and many go out as a loud crash comes from behind you. You have to assume her tits or ass or something just took out the (if: (history:) contains "Power cell")[power cell](else:)[strange glowing sphere] in the center of the lab. It feels like you're running slower with every step. $wife is struggling to keep up with you. (if: $wifeBust > 1)[Her newly grown tits are bounding with every long stride, threatening to pull her down.] Just as you're nearing the elevator doors, $wife slips. She hits the ground hard(if: $wifeBust > 4)[, landing on top of her own personal airbags]. You stop and turn back to help her up. Behind her, the wall of flesh is stampeding forward with terrible speed. It will engulf you both in seconds. "Don't leave me!" $wife cries as she struggles to get up. You reach out and grab her hand just as a massive breast, or perhaps a butt cheek, slams into you both with the force of a truck. You each fall backward onto the mound of moving flesh as it speeds onward toward the wall of the laboratory. $wife looks from the oncoming wall to you and says with a tear in her eye and a grin on her face, "These big enough for you?" You don't have time to answer. But you're pretty sure the honest answer would've been "no." ==><== ##The End

"Let's do this," you say with an assured nod to $wife. You reach out and press the glowing red "Cryo Release" button. Instantly, a loud hiss emits from the device. Puffs of icy mist blast from tiny vents near the hose connections. Then there's a loud //POP// from inside the chamber. After a moment of this, the red button turns a bright green. The universal sign of "You're all good." "I'll help you with the latches," $wife says, leaning over to reach for the lower latch. (if: $wifeBust >= 4 and $takeBra is false)[You notice her wobble suddenly as her unbalanced figure threatens to throw her off balance.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 5)[She seems to struggle reaching for the latch around her added luggage of a chest, but she manages eventually.] As $wife gives the lower latch a good yank, you grab the upper latch and pull. It takes a good amount of force, but eventually it breaks loose. Once both latches are released, more hissing issues forth from the cylinder's broken seal. You grab the hatch and push it open, swinging it delicately on its hinges. Inside, you see Lilith VanBusen. { (if: (history:) contains "Camera video")[ She looks exactly the same as she did in the video you watched moments ago. She hasn't aged a day. And she's just as flat and curveless as she was in the footage. You hope for her sake that this disastrous experiment wasn't all for nothing. You notice that her still features are touched with the occassional ice crystal. Left from the cryo process, you assume. ] (else:)[ She's in her early thirties, by your best guess. Her long black hair is tied in a messy ponytail that has left a few loose strands hanging in her motionless face. Her facial features are sharp in a way that would be at home on a supermodel, with a narrow chin and slender nose that give her an elegant appearance. She clearly took the time to apply a limited amount of eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lipstick. It's enough to enhance her appearance while giving the barest hint of a "no makeup" style. Her body is slim and fit, and she is fully nude, with the exception of a thick black choker around her neck. Her curves, as expected, however, are nearly non-existent. You're somehow suprised after what you've seen tonight. You were ready for a busty bombshell, but she's totally flat despite her astonishing beauty. You hope for her sake that this disaster of an experiment wasn't for nothing. On Lilith's cheeks, eyelashes, and lips, you can see the occassional ice crystal left from the cryo process. ] } "Is she alive?" $wife asks nervously. You look at the stock still woman's body, watching for the rise and fall of her chest or a flicker of an eyelid, but you don't see any-- "AGH!" Lilith jolts awake, throwing her head forward and grabbing at the sides of the chamber. "Helga! Quickly, we have to docu..." She trails off as her eyes see you and $wife standing before her. Her mouth begins to form words, her lips pressing together, her throat contracting. But she only manages to mouth inaudible sounds. Her eyes scan you both and then the room laboratory behind you. She appears to have great difficulty focusing, as she squints and opens her eyes repeatedly. "It's okay," $wife says, stepping forward. "We're here to help you." "Wh... who..." Lilith stammers, prying her body out of the chamber and stumbling as she attempts to gain her footing. "We're neighbors," you say as $wife reaches out to offer hand to the disoriented woman. "It's a long story, but you've been in there a lot longer than you intended." Lilith looks at you, confusion in her eyes. She mutters a bit but finally gets a few words to form. "Who are... you? Why are... you in... my lab?" "We're sorry for intruding," $wife apologizes, "but you have been missing for a while. We were worried about you." "M... missing?" Lilith asks, taking a few more steps out into her laboratory. She seems totally unbothered by her nudity. (if: $wifeBust > 2)[Or $wife's, for that matter.] "The experiment went bad, because of the Countess," you tell her, forcing your voice to remain calm and reassuring. "She disabled Helga and trapped you down here..." "How long?" she asks, looking more lucid by the moment. "About four years," $wife says carefully. "Four years?!" she shouts in a cracked, hoarse rasp. "Helga? Meloni? Lustra? Olga?" She drops to her knees hard enough that the smacking sound they make against the floor causes you to wince in empathy. "I've been in there for four years? Is everyone okay? Why are you in my house?(if: $takeBra)[ Why are you wearing my bra?](if: $wifeBust >= 3)[ Have you been using my stuff?]" "We'll explain everything, I promise," $wife attempst to reassure her, "but first we have to make sure you're--" "Ack!" Lilith croaks in surprise as her previously nonexistent chest suddenly bubbles out in a single burst. In the blink of an eye, the woman is now standing before you with a pair of perky Cs. "It worked!" she says, reaching up to immediately begin fondling her newly expanded chest. "God, this feels so good!" (if: $wifeBust >= 1)["I know, right?"](else:)["Looks like it,"] $wife mutters under her breath. Lilith is so engrossed with her new toys that she pays no heed. Then her left breast suddenly begins to shrink as her right balloons outward at the same rate. "That's... odd," $wife says. "Yeah," you utter absentmindedly. Your eyes are glued on the lopsided show before you. "What's going on? I'm not..." she asks no one in particular. Then her ass explodes outward behind her. All at once, she has a porn star's dumptruck where she was flat as a board. "$player!" $wife shouts. "The stabilizer!" You quickly step over to hand Lilith the ring you collected from the work station. "The monitor said yours was busted!" you bark at her, thrusting the device into her bewildered face. Suddenly, her expression hardens and she immediately unfastens the ring around her neck and hastily replaces it with the new one. Almost instantly, the growth calms down and her body begins to revert to its previous form. "That was an incredibly close call," she says to you. "The Nanites were becoming unstable without a functional field stabilizer to reign them in." "What exactly does that necklace do?" $wife asks, her voice full of earnest curiosity. "It works like a sort of virtual leash for the nanites that chamber placed in my body. Without it, they would just start haphazardly adding mass or moving it around. I would be a massive blob in moments. It would probably kill me..." She sits in silence for a moment before adding, "You both just saved my life." "Just trying to help," you say with a shrug and a smile. $wife nods. "Who are you? You said... neighbors?" Lilith asks, still looking fairly disoriented. "It's a pretty long story," you begin as $wife retrieves her lab coat from a hook on the wall, draping it over the nude woman. You spend the next hour talking with Lilith, explaining everything. Kirsten, the raygun, Helga, Olga, Meloni, Lustra. You tell her all about the crazy adventure you've had in her home (carefully omitting some of the more privacy-invasion-adjacent bits), the true insanity of the night only now really sinking in as you spell it all out to her. { (if: $wifeBust > 2)[ "Well, I can see that at least a few of my enhancements seem to work on you, as well," Lilith says to $wife after you finish your tale. (if: $takeBra)[She nods to the floating bra on $wife's massive rack and adds, "And that you helped yourself to my wardrobe."] "Sorry," $wife says, blushing. "We kind of got caught up in all the 'boobiness' of it all." ] (else:)[ "Sorry for just invading your home like this," $wife says after you've bared all your secrets. ] } "Don't apologize," Lilith reassures. "You've saved my life and Meloni's from the sound of it. Plus, you let Lustra off the hook after all this time. I feel like I'm indebted to you both. Significantly." "Well, don't call the cops, and maybe we can call it even," you say with a chuckle. "Actually," she replies, vague embarassment and a sly grin playing across her face as she gestures to her chest. "I still need to properly do a post-experiment test of these nanites. I realize this is //incredibly// forward, and you may not be into this sort of thing, you're probably not, I get it, most people aren't, it's probably pretty weird, but... Maybe the two of you would like to stick around and... help out?" You look to $wife. Her expression is deeply uncertain. She shakes her head almost imperceptibly, but her wish is pretty clear. "As tempting as that sounds," you say slowly, measuring your words and kicking yourself mentally for turning this down, "I think we'll pass. It's already been something of a crazy night... If you can help us get our friend back to normal..." { (if: $inventory does not contain "raygun")[ "Of course!" Lilith says, evidently unfazed by your turning her down. "I'll have Olga fetch the Nanobooster and accompany you. She can use it to get your friend back to normal, no problem. It's the least I can do." ] (else:)[ "Absolutely," Lilith says, evidently unfazed by your turning her down. "Since you mentioned you already found the Nanobooster, you'll just need to use the 'minus' setting to shrink her back down. You can hold onto it for a bit, if you want. Consider it a thank you." ] } "Thank you, so much!" $wife says beaming. (if: $wifeBust >= 1)[She does a little happy jump in place that causes her new assets to wobble enticingly. The look she gives you immediately after indicates that she did it for your benefit.] "No," Lilith says. "Thank you both for helping me. I can't believe I lost a whole four years of my life because of my //bitch// of an ancestor! And without you, who knows if I ever would've gotten free..." "We're happy to help," you say with a smile, placing your arm around $wife's shoulders. Lilith leads you both back to the elevator and sees you out(if: $inventory does not contain "raygun")[, Olga marching alongside you silently with a purple raygun in hand]. As you stroll down the neglected driveway in the dark, you think back to Lilith's offer. "You think she was actually offering what it seemed like she was offering?" $wife asks, breaking the silence. "I was wondering the exact same thing," you admit. "You think we should've said yes, don't you?" "I think we should've heard her out." "Well, maybe we can work on getting to know her better first. Y'know, try things like lending a cup of sugar or checking her mail when she goes on vacation. We can work our way up to 'threesome with a stranger.'" "Sounds good," you agree. Your thoughts are lost in a sea of boobs. You wonder if the Nanite Chamber experiment worked as well as Lilith hoped... ==><== ##The End

"Let's do this," you say with an assured nod to $wife. You reach out and press the glowing red "Cryo Release" button. Instantly, a loud hiss emits from the device. Puffs of icy mist blast from tiny vents near the hose connections. Then there's a loud //POP// from inside the chamber. After a moment of this, the red button turns a bright green. The universal sign of "You're all good." "I'll help you with the latches," $wife says, leaning over to reach for the lower latch. (if: $wifeBust >= 4 and $takeBra is false)[You notice her wobble suddenly as her unbalanced figure threatens to throw her off balance.](else-if: $wifeBust >= 5)[She seems to struggle reaching for the latch around her added luggage of a chest, but she manages eventually.] As $wife gives the lower latch a good yank, you grab the upper latch and pull. It takes a good amount of force, but eventually it breaks loose. Once both latches are released, more hissing issues forth from the cylinder's broken seal. You grab the hatch and push it open, swinging it delicately on its hinges. Inside, you see Lilith VanBusen. { (if: (history:) contains "Camera video")[ She looks exactly the same as she did in the video you watched moments ago. She hasn't aged a day. And she's just as flat and curveless as she was in the footage. You hope for her sake that this disastrous experiment wasn't all for nothing. You notice that her still features are touched with the occassional ice crystal. Left from the cryo process, you assume. ] (else:)[ She's in her early thirties, by your best guess. Her long black hair is tied in a messy ponytail that has left a few loose strands hanging in her motionless face. Her facial features are sharp in a way that would be at home on a supermodel, with a narrow chin and slender nose that give her an elegant appearance. She clearly took the time to apply a limited amount of eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lipstick. It's enough to enhance her appearance while giving the barest hint of a "no makeup" style. Her body is slim and fit, and she is fully nude, with the exception of a thick black choker around her neck. Her curves, as expected, however, are nearly non-existent. You're somehow suprised after what you've seen tonight. You were ready for a busty bombshell, but she's totally flat despite her astonishing beauty. You hope for her sake that this disaster of an experiment wasn't for nothing. On Lilith's cheeks, eyelashes, and lips, you can see the occassional ice crystal left from the cryo process. ] } "Is she alive?" $wife asks nervously. You look at the stock still woman's body, watching for the rise and fall of her chest or a flicker of an eyelid, but you don't see any-- "AGH!" Lilith jolts awake, throwing her head forward and grabbing at the sides of the chamber. "Helga! Quickly, we have to docu..." She trails off as her eyes see you and $wife standing before her. Her mouth begins to form words, her lips pressing together, her throat contracting. But she only manages to mouth inaudible sounds. Her eyes scan you both and then the room laboratory behind you. She appears to have great difficulty focusing, as she squints and opens her eyes repeatedly. "It's okay," $wife says, stepping forward. "We're here to help you." "Wh... who..." Lilith stammers, prying her body out of the chamber and stumbling as she attempts to gain her footing. "We're neighbors," you say as $wife reaches out to offer hand to the disoriented woman. "It's a long story, but you've been in there a lot longer than you intended." Lilith looks at you, confusion in her eyes. She mutters a bit but finally gets a few words to form. "Who are... you? Why are... you in... my lab?" "We're sorry for intruding," $wife apologizes, "but you have been missing for a while. We were worried about you." "M... missing?" Lilith asks, taking a few more steps out into her laboratory. She seems totally unbothered by her nudity. (if: $wifeBust > 2)[Or $wife's, for that matter.] "The experiment went bad, because of the Countess," you tell her, forcing your voice to remain calm and reassuring. "She disabled Helga and trapped you down here..." "How long?" she asks, looking more lucid by the moment. "About four years," $wife says carefully. "Four years?!" she shouts in a cracked, hoarse rasp. "Helga? Meloni? Lustra? Olga?" She drops to her knees hard enough that the smacking sound they make against the floor causes you to wince in empathy. "I've been in there for four years? Is everyone okay? Why are you in my house?(if: $takeBra)[ Why are you wearing my bra?](if: $wifeBust >= 3)[ Have you been using my stuff?]" "We'll explain everything, I promise," $wife attempst to reassure her, "but first we have to make sure you're--" "Ack!" Lilith croaks in surprise as her previously nonexistent chest suddenly bubbles out in a single burst. In the blink of an eye, the woman is now standing before you with a pair of perky Cs. "It worked!" she says, reaching up to immediately begin fondling her newly expanded chest. "God, this feels so good!" (if: $wifeBust >= 1)["I know, right?"](else:)["Looks like it,"] $wife mutters under her breath. Lilith is so engrossed with her new toys that she pays no heed. Then her left breast suddenly begins to shrink as her right balloons outward at the same rate. "That's... odd," $wife says. "Yeah," you utter absentmindedly. Your eyes are glued on the lopsided show before you. "What's going on? I'm not..." she asks no one in particular. Then her ass explodes outward behind her. All at once, she has a porn star's dumptruck where she was flat as a board. "$player!" $wife shouts. "The stabilizer!" You quickly step over to hand Lilith the ring you collected from the work station. "The monitor said yours was busted!" you bark at her, thrusting the device into her bewildered face. Suddenly, her expression hardens and she immediately unfastens the ring around her neck and hastily replaces it with the new one. Almost instantly, the growth calms down and her body begins to revert to its previous form. "That was an incredibly close call," she says to you. "The Nanites were becoming unstable without a functional field stabilizer to reign them in." "What exactly does that necklace do?" $wife asks, her voice full of earnest curiosity. "It works like a sort of virtual leash for the nanites that chamber placed in my body. Without it, they would just start haphazardly adding mass or moving it around. I would be a massive blob in moments. It would probably kill me..." She sits in silence for a moment before adding, "You both just saved my life." "Just trying to help," you say with a shrug and a smile. $wife nods. "Who are you? You said... neighbors?" Lilith asks, still looking fairly disoriented. "It's a pretty long story," you begin as $wife retrieves her lab coat from a hook on the wall, draping it over the nude woman. You spend the next hour talking with Lilith, explaining everything. Kirsten, the raygun, Helga, Olga, Meloni, Lustra. You tell her all about the crazy adventure you've had in her home (carefully omitting some of the more privacy-invasion-adjacent bits), the true insanity of the night only now really sinking in as you spell it all out to her. { (if: $wifeBust > 2)[ "Well, I can see that at least a few of my enhancements seem to work on you, as well," Lilith says to $wife after you finish your tale. (if: $takeBra)[She nods to the floating bra on $wife's massive rack and adds, "And that you helped yourself to my wardrobe."] "Sorry," $wife says, blushing. "We kind of got caught up in all the 'boobiness' of it all." ] (else:)[ "Sorry for just invading your home like this," $wife says after you've bared all your secrets. ] } "Don't apologize," Lilith reassures. "You've saved my life and Meloni's from the sound of it. Plus, you let Lustra off the hook after all this time. I feel like I'm indebted to you both. Significantly." "Well, don't call the cops, and maybe we can call it even," you say with a chuckle. "Actually," she replies, vague embarassment and a sly grin playing across her face as she gestures to her chest. "I still need to properly do a post-experiment test of these nanites. I realize this is //incredibly// forward, and you may not be into this sort of thing, you're probably not, I get it, most people aren't, it's probably pretty weird, but... Maybe the two of you would like to stick around and... help out?" You look to $wife, but instead of looking back, she steps forward suddenly, the bulk of her massive breasts bobbing in the anti-gravity bra's confines. "We're in!" she says with unbridled enthusiasm. "Are... are you sure?" you whisper quietly, stepping up beside your spouse and placing a hand on her shoulder. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Every time these things have grown, it has sent wave after wave of orgasmic sensation flooding through my body, and I am just //done// with trying to resist that. I'm going to fuck your brains out ASAP, and if that means Ice Queen here is joining us, then so be it." You swallow hard and take a single step backward. $wife has suddenly become rather intimidating. And even hotter. "I..." Lilith cuts in timidly, "was more thinking about paying you as temporary lab assistants if you would help me get some quick readings, but... what the hell! I'm always fond of a good field test." Wife looks at you with pure lust in her eyes and a grin on her face. "I trust you know where the lounge is upstairs?" Lilith asks you both. "We're..." your throat has suddenly grown terribly dry. You swallow again and clear your throat before trying once more to speak, only for $wife to cut in. "Yeah, we're familiar," she says flatly. "Give me a half hour to check in with Meloni and the maids, and I'll meet you there." "We'll be there," $wife says, already jiggling toward the elevator and dragging you by the wrist. "But we're not waiting on you." Lilith jogs up alongside you toward the elevator. "I'll come up with you, otherwise the security systems won't let you up alone," she says. "It only let you down earlier because the system was on emergency settings without the core online." "Fascinating," $wife says as the elevator doors slide open. She's clearly only half listening. Her attention seems to be primarily focused on your crotch, where her left hand is currently busy grabbing your dick through your pants. "Here we go," Lilith says as the doors fully open, gesturing you both inside. (button:)[[[Into the elevator!|Lilith true ending 2]]]

You step into the elevator alongside $wife, and Lilith follows behind closely. Adding a third person to the mix makes a marked difference in how tightly packed the space feels. There's technically plenty of room for Lilith, yourself, $wife, and both of $wife's enormous breasts, but your mind is telling you there's not. As you squeeze in, you hear the familiar robotically feminine voice once more. "Welcome, Lilith. Doors now closing. Please ensure you are fully inside the elevator." The doors slide shut behind you all and you feel the sudden increase in weight that means the box has begun to rocket upward back to the manor. "I really do want to thank you both again," Lilith says after a moment of awkward silence. "I realize these are quite unusual circumstances under which to meet, but you have faced quite a few... let's be honest, //creepy// situations and persevered..." She continues on with her speech, but you're no longer listening. As she stands there talking into the air, $wife has gradually grasped you by the shoulders and pulled you slowly into the chasm of cleavage bobbing weightlessly in front of her. The warm softness of her breasts enveloping you causes you to instantly become hard. This fact is not lost on her, as the moment you are within groping range, her right hand moves swiftly south to grab you through your pants. "Ahem," you clear your throat and jerk your head toward Lilith, still standing with her back to you both at the door and prattling on, unaware of the grope-a-thon threatening to break out in the elevator beside her. "Hey, Lilith," $wife says aloud. The woman turns around to see you wrapped in gargantuan tits, $wife's hand on your junk. To be fair, you're uncertain that she can tell that last part, given how much flesh is in the way. If she's unnerved in any way by what she sees, it doesn't show. "I'm gonna go ahead and get $player here warmed up. You're welcome to watch or jump in." You were not expecting that. "You are //such// great neighbors," Lilith says, beaming. Her eyes appear to be on the verge of joyful tears. "I'm so used to everyone being so uptight about my carefree attitude toward sex and nudity. It's really refreshing to find a couple nearby who are just as open as I am. I mean, I have a few friends I've met online who travel for the occassional romp, but to meet someone right here in my home neighborhood who--" "Yeah, sure," $wife interrupts. "We're not really as open and such as we probably come off right now, but we've been trying out every single tit enhancement you've got in this place, and it has done a number on my libido and inhibitions. So, you in?" You're speechless. You just stand there between left boob and right boob, looking back and forth from one woman to the other. Lilith shakes her head and refocuses her attention on $wife. She seems like a totally different woman. "Now you're talking!" Lilith exclaims. "This elevator has an //insane// weight rating. I want to see how much these nanites can achieve before we get to the top." "Aren't we almost there?" you ask, mentally tallying up how long the three of you have been crammed in the box. "It'll be a quick test," Lilith says, smiling more to $wife than you. The woman squares up her stance and closes her eyes. "Focus all nanite development on larger breasts," she says so softly you can barely hear her. You're pretty sure she's just talking to herself. The field stabilizer ring around her neck begins to glow more brightly as the white fabric of her loosely closed lab coat starts to bubble out at a pretty rapid pace. The V of the coat's neckline begins to widen and deepen as the mass within pushes the garment apart steadily. Where Lilith was formerly flat as a board, you can now see a pair of ample breasts forming and still growing. Deepening cleavage announces itself from behind the coat, shooting up from the V in a single dark line. Each expanding breast is punctuated by a massive, erect nipple, easily seen through the coat's thin fabric. "Bigger, bigger," Lilith repeats to herself, still keeping her eyes closed. "Bigger, bigger," $wife says in unison, whispering it into your ear. Her vice grip on your cock points to a focus on entirely separate growth from the one Lilith is concerned with. After what has to be under half a minute, Lilith's lab coat can take no more and the few buttons she had hastily fastened begin to pop free, their threads ripped under the weight of two growing masses of breast. The two sides of the coat blast aside as twin blobs of boob erupt forth, spilling out of the barely-there-anymore garment. It occurs to you that the cramped space of the elevator is becoming even more so. $wife's back is against one side of the space, and Lilith's is against the other. The interior is a mass of four gargantuan breasts and you in the center of two of them. Lilith's are growing fast enough that she's due to equal the size of $wife's chest within the minute. Finally, Lilith opens her eyes and looks down at her still swelling mammaries. "Excellent! These results are beyond anything I had hoped!" she squeals, hopping up and down and sending quakes through both the elevator and her bosom. "I'll say," you agree before you can bite your tongue. "Hey, now," $wife says in mock outrage, moving her hand to adjust her hold on your manhood and stroke it ever so slightly through your trousers. "Don't forget which colossal rack you're going home with." "How could I ever?" you say, nuzzling still deeper into $wife's cleavage. Just as the oncoming swell of Lilith's breasts threatens to reduce the breathing space in the metal box of the elevator to an amount in the neighborhood of "negligible," you feel the sudden shudder of stopped motion. "Great first test!" Lilith says happily as she closes her eyes once more. As the elevator comes to a full stop and the doors slide open, Lilith's naked chest begins to recede quickly, allowing you all the room to maneuver out into the dusty hallway. Once her breasts have de-expanded their way back down to a reasonable G cup, she stops the shrinking and pulls her coat back closed, fastening a lone survivor of the great button massacre. The coat is now so full up top that it somehow feels more erotic than seeing her nude tits. "Oh my god!" she shouts, pulling a hand to her mouth as her jaw drops. She cranes her head around the upstairs eastern hallway, taking in the cobwebs and layers of caked-on dust only disrupted by the footprints you've left in your exploration. After a moment of something biting at the back of your mind, you suddenly realize that the hallway looks different to you. It's because you're seeing it in full illumination. The Power Core in the lab must have kicked the manor's power back on. "I really was down there for four years..." Lilith mutters. "We're so sorry for what happened," $wife says, placing a hand on the woman's shoulder. "No one deserves that." "Not sure I didn't," Lilith replies. "I played with fire in pursuit of bigger tits and the approval of an honest-to-god monster. Seems pretty reckless..." "Hard to argue when you put it that way," $wife concedes. "But at least that's all over." "Yeah..." Lilith nods. Then she looks up with a smile. "Thanks to you both. Truly." "No problem. Okay, we're heading to the lounge now," $wife snaps, suddenly much more chipper again. She grabs you by the wrist and leads you toward the stairs. She calls back toward Lilith, "Meet us there whenever!" "Count on it!" Lilith shouts back down the hall. As you round the corner being dragged by your spouse, you catch a glimpse of a smiling Lilith cupping her large breasts and giving them a slow squeeze before turning toward the conservatory. "March!" $wife says sternly but playfully as you reach the landing and she gives a light shove to your back, pushing you toward the stairs. "We've got like ten seconds before my libido makes me tackle you. I think we'd both appreciate it if there was something soft to land on." You head down the stairs, dutifully. (button:)[[[To the lounge!|Lilith true ending 3]]]

Being an obedient husband, you race down the manor's opulent staircase, noting that it is far more impressive in the full light of a lavish crystal chandelier hanging in the foyer above it. You completely failed to notice it earlier in the darkness. You're a little glad you did, though, as the ribbons of thick webbing that drape from the chandelier to the ceiling around it give the place a distinctly creepy and haunted vibe that would be more unsettling without your wife and her beanbag-chair-sized tits bounding airily down the steps behind you, pursuing you hungrily toward the lounge. At the bottom of the stairs, you're happy to again be in the pristine cleanliness of the first floor. You round the banister toward the west hallway so fast that you nearly lose your footing, catching yourself with the railing. As you right yourself, you see little more than $wife's pair of barely contained breasts thundering down the steps, outlined by black lace and turquoise lights and jiggling much less than they would under gravity's full effects. Eager to take full advantage of $wife's animalistic lust and inhumanly oversized tits, you tear your gaze away from the bounding breasts and make all due haste down the hallway and through the lounge doorway. Inside, the lights are on and the plush furniture and gold trimmings look far more regal than they ever did in the dim light of the flashlight's beam. You take several bounding steps into the room and fling yourself into the sunken pit of cushions at the room's center. You land with a softened impact, your hands reaching to hastily unfasten your pants. You've just managed to get your belt undone and your pants and underwear down near your knees when you see the stampeding form of $wife and her incredible tits come awkwardly sidling through the doorway and up to the edge of the pit. She hastily strips down her own bottoms and eases down to a sitting position. Dropping to the lip of the sunken area with much wobbling, $wife pushes forward into the pit with you, her breasts sloshing forward and engulfing your form, pressing you downward into the cushions. The next few moments are filled with $wife's grunting as she maneuvers through the upholstery pool, occassionally fussing with her tits, lifting them and dropping them farther ahead of herself and more on top of you. You take a moment to be very thankful that she is wearing the weightless bra, otherwise, you might be in real danger of being crushed beneath her landslide of boob. Beneath her shelf, you feel a hard tug as your pants are grabbed and haphazardly yanked off of you. As $wife wiggles about, you feel the soft caress of the bra's lacy material brush against your erect cock. Then comes a firm grip as $wife's hand manages to find you. Struggling to see above the massive breasts, you catch a quick glimpse of $wife's face, grinning and wide-eyed, licking her lips. With a motion of her hand and a labored bucking of her hips, you feel the sudden warm wetness of her pussy envelope your dick as she slides you deep into her. "Fucking finally!" she cries in ecstasy, already grinding and thrusting wildly. You reach up and grab a handful of soft breast flesh and delicate lingerie fabric in each hand, driving your face deep into $wife's cleavage. "Go nuts, babe," she growls at you, still grinding away on your dick. "You deserve it." As you begin the struggle to sate your boob lust, you feel her pussy drenching your dick in her fluids as you slide into and out of her with incredible ease. She is hugging you tightly, but there is almost no friction. You've never felt her this wet before. The sensation on your member, combined with the fiendish fondling craze, causes you to lose total track of time and most of your sense of self. For some unknown length of time, you are nothing but a lustful animal, pawing and grabbing and sucking and licking and thrusting and fucking. Both you and $wife let out the occassional primal utterance, but there is no more talking. You're both lost in the throes of passion. After some time, a voice in your head screams at you that you've endured such pleasure that you are on the brink of climax. Any second now, you'll be blasting your load into $wife's pussy. Another bucking thrust brings you there. You can feel your muscles clench. Your dick throbs in anticipation. This is it. You're cumming! One more thrust! Just as you are about to let loose, the sea of breast above you suddenly parts, and you see the smiling face of Lilith VanBusen looking down at you, upside down due to a trick of the perspective. "We're here to join in," she squeals in excitement. "You'll want this." She brings a small vial of liquid to your lips and tips it up for you. (button:)[[[Drink the liquid|Lilith true ending 4]]]

The second Lilith's unknown elixir touches your lips, you feel your cock cease its throbbing and your orgasm fades into the ether. You no longer feel anywhere close to cumming. As you gulp down the mouthful of liquid she has poured for you, the urge to climax is suddenly replaced by a rush of vitality. You weren't aware of how exhausted you were from the romp with $wife, but, as the feeling fades away, replaced by newfound vigor, you realize you were nearly on the verge of collapse. With the liquid imbibed, your muscles shrug off their weariness and your mind becomes clear. You feel like you could run a marathon without breaking a sweat, or you could if you weren't already drenched from the effort of fucking $wife while buried beneath her massive tits. "Holy shit, what //is// that stuff?" you ask Lilith as $wife continues to grind on your dick, unaware or at least unbothered. "Call it Libido Lock," she says with a smile. "I devised it for my fuck buddy Carson at his request." "It's fantastic!" you say. "I feel like an Olympian." "Your stamina should be heavily boosted," she replies, tossing the empty vial aside carelessly and holding up another filled with a viscous, cream colored liquid, "and you you won't cum until you drink this stuff. It's really mostly a counteractive agent to the Libido Lock, but Carson always called it 'Geyser Goo.'" That nickname and the mischievous look in her eye tells you all you need to know about the stuff, but you don't have much choice, considering you just drank a random potion from a likely insane boob-crazed mad scientist. "If you put it on the table over there, I'll grab it when I'm ready," you say to her. Instead, she takes a few steps and hands it to $wife, still bouncing away on your dick, and says to you, "Actually, she seems to be in charge here. I think I'll let her hold onto it." Without breaking her rhythm, $wife smiles and sticks the small vial in her shirt pocket, still flapping to the side of her mammoth tits uselessly. "Well," Lilith says to no one in particular, "I think it's time we really get this party started!" $wife doesn't seem to be listening, though. She's still bucking away, lost in her own little realm of pleasure. If anything she's only getting faster. As her thrusting continues to pick up speed, you catch a look at her face, distorted in the familiar expression of near-climax. She's getting close. You take the opportunity to grab at the edges of the bra covering her chest and yank down with all your might. The sudden weight of even the bit of her tits that has spilled out hits you hard enough to lightly wind you. Pushing through, you grab a softball-sized nipple in each hand and begin to squeeze and pump away, feeling the moisture of milk beginning to dampen you palms. You shove your head into her cleavage and lick and bite and nuzzle and kiss. As her grinding reaches a fever pitch, she cries out, "FUCK YES! YES! YES! (uppercase: $player)! (uppercase: $player)! OH MY GOD (uppercase: $player)! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" She slumps down on top of her breasts, on top of you, unconscious. Your cock is still inside her pussy, wet and tightly gripping you. You're rock hard and your only chance at an orgasm is in her shirt pocket. "Now that round one is finished, it's time for us to tag in," Lilith says from somewhere beyond your cleavage prison. Shoving aside the mass of breast, you see that "us" meant Lilith, Olga, Meloni, and an evidently repaired Helga, though her screen still has the telltale "scar" of dead pixels across one eye. Meloni stands behind Lilith, peeking shyly over the scientist's shoulder. The maids stand at either side of her, stock still with hands folded politely in front of them. Then with a puff of acrid smoke, the massive form of Lustra is towering behind all of them, her odd nipple mouths licking their lips lustfully. "We weren't about to have some fun without //me//, were we?" the devil prods as Lilith and Meloni whirl around to face her. "Oh, Lustra," Lilith greets her like an old friend, "I'm happy to hear you were finally set free!" "I was, yes, no thanks to you, chilling in your laboratory," she replies sourly. "Oh, don't be a bitch. We have company! And I know you're itching to join us for the inaugural test of my nanite infused body!" "Second test, technically," you butt in. The gaze from Lustra is somehow both terrifying and bemused. "Yes, yes, second test," Lilith prattles on, "so, are you joining us?" "And collecting on three debts simultaneously?" Lustra raises an eyebrow. "Why not?" "Hmmm, wha..." $wife grumbles as she returns to consciousness atop her breasts and looks around at the gathered crowd, wide-eyed. "What's going on? Did I miss something?" (button:)[[["I think we were just about to start the orgy..."|Lilith true ending 5]]]

"That is..." you continue to $wife, a slight pleading, hopeful tone creeping into your voice, "if you're still feeling up to it?" "You have NO idea how horny these tits have made me," she says, slowly rolling off your cock and sending a wave of pleasure through your groin. You immediately long to be back inside her pussy. "Yeah, I'm feeling up to it." "Wonderful!" Lilith shouts, throwing her arms wide. "Helga, Olga, take my coat!" The two maids spring to life from their previous stasis lock. They work to undo the few remaining buttons and each grab an arm of the coat in perfect unison, though Helga's movements are ever so slightly jerkier than her twin's. With a clean motion that seems almost rehearsed, the maids whip the garment off of the now fully nude Lilith, save her field stabilizer collar. Her recently acquired hefty tits give an enticing wobble from the action of the fabric being ripped away from them. "Time to begin the test! Camera ready?" Lilith barks. "Camera r-r-ready," Helga says, stuttering as her head gives a faint twitch. Her voice is still noticeably tinny and strained compared to Olga's. She stands next to the familiar camcorder and tripod from the laboratory. "Camera?" you and $wife object in harmony. "Relax," she dismisses with a wave of her hand. "It's not for an Onlyfans or anything. It's to record the results of the experiment. If it makes you feel any better, I can blur your faces." You silently consult with $wife, who gives an eye roll and says, "Sure, whatever. I'm just ready to get back to the fucking." "Me, too," you agree, your mind adrift in the thought of being back under and inside of $wife. "Good," Lilith says, seemingly perturbed by the interruption. "Helga, begin recording." "B-b-begin recording," the maid acknowledges, pressing a button on the camera. "This is Lilith VanBusen. Commencing post-experiment test of full-body nanites, administered during cryostasis via the Nanite Chamber." The woman closes her eyes again, and her already impressive chest begins to bloom forth again, though fully unrestricted by any clothing this time around. Her nipples are growing puffier, larger. Her cleavage is a deepening schism between two expansive fields of milky white flesh. After about thirty seconds of rapid growth, you notice her knees begin to wobble just before they are obscured from view by her tits. "My dearest Meloni, could you help me down?" Lilith says tenderly to the shy nymph standing behind her. "But of course, my lady," Meloni says softly, bowing to Lilith. The nymph then extends out her vines, creating a series of loose loops around Lilith's midsection, hips, and shoulders. "Helga, Olga, perhaps you should assist her," Lilith says to her maids. "Yes, master," the pair respond in perfect unison. Each maid reaches out to heft a single still-growing breast effortlessly. Together, the trio hoists Lilith and her expanding chest into pit alongside yourself and $wife. Between the three of you (seven of you, counting the person sized tits), room is running out in the cushion pit. For a moment, you sit there staring in awe. You are lying between your wife and this odd stranger whose life you likely saved. Both of them have tits big enough for you to use as furniture. Standing just outside of this pool of flesh are two busty maid-bots, a sexy nymph with watermelons for tits, and an eight foot tall devil with mouths where her nipples should be. Your brain simply cannot process this situation as really happening. Then Lilith snaps you out of it. "Don't everybody be shy!" she cries out! "Find a hole and get busy licking or thrusting or fingering or //something//! Dealer's choice!" On cue, the maids tear off their uniforms, revealing shockingly anatomically correct and astonishingly curvaceous bodies beneath. As they dive into the pit with you, $wife, and Lilith, Lustra gives a shrug and puffs into the mix, as well, choking you all briefly with her trademark smoke cloud. Meloni stands in place, looking on timidly for a moment before Lilith gives her a smile and waves her over. She gingerly tiptoes to the pit and lets herself down to sit at the edge using her vines. "When I said I came to collect on your debts," Lustra's thunderous trio of voices says as she locks eyes with you, "I meant it!" The devil is the first to end the pre-orgy tension by reaching down and wrapping her hand around your cock. The heat from her skin is just shy of being uncomfortable. It's certainly the most heat your member has ever experienced. She begins to work the shaft with her enormous hand, $wife's residual juices providing just enough lubrication. Lustra then leans down just enough for each of her nipple mouths to latch onto a nipple. One on Lilith's and the other on $wife's. Your wife lets out a soft moan through gritted teeth at the sensation. "Oh, that feels... nuts..." $wife groans, shifting around her heavy tits so that her pussy is now pointed toward you. She waggles her hips and clears her throat so that you get the message. You pull your attention away from the high-temp hand job just enough to reach out and plunge your middle two fingers deep into $wife's sopping wet pussy as you massage her clit with your thumb. It's a move you've used before and you know it drives her absolutely wild. As Lilith's tits seem to finally slow their growth somewhere well past the size of $wife's already insanely oversized breasts, the maids take up positions behind Lustra and Lilith, where they each go to work with their hands. You're not sure what they're doing from your vantage point, but you can guess. The only member of the group who doesn't dive right in is Meloni. She still sits quietly on the edge of the pit, observing the sexual buffet before her with a mixture of curiosity and awe. She looks almost embarassed, looking on, but partially angling away from the scene and periodically looking around to study the room itself. It occurs to you that she's likely never been a part of anything like this, being trapped in her pot upstairs. "Hey, Meloni," you say softly, trying to steer your focus away from Lustra's stroking of your cock for just a moment. "You don't have to be shy. You can join us, if you want." She turns to face you, still only looking at you out of the side of her eyes. Her hand reaches up and absentmindedly twirls at a pink petal of her floral hair. "Aside from our encounter upstairs," she says so quietly that she can barely be heard over the moaning and panting around you, "I've only ever had physical contact like this with Miss Lilith... I am... nervous." "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable..." you inhale deeply as Lustra suddenly tightens her grip. "No one is going to force you to join. You can watch." "Oh, can it," Lustra grumbles from somewhere on the other side of $wife's left boob. "House plant! Nectar up your vines and send a few this way." Meloni sits bolt upright at the sudden order, letting out a light //eep//. You see the broad leaves that cover her chest begin to shift aside just as a slight movement on Lilith's part suddenly obscures your view. Moments later, you see a few of Meloni's vines arcing overhead, past the sea of curves and flesh. The faint glistening of her viscous nectar can be seen dripping from the thick, ropey appendages. Then someone's enormous nipple is being thrust into your mouth, so you close your eyes and begin to suckle. "Suck harder!" you hear $wife call out to you, solving the mystery of whose teat you are working. "The pressure is back from earlier. I //NEED// you to get the milk flowing!" (button:)[[[Keep suckling|Lilith true ending 6]]]

Being a good husband, you wrap your lips tightly around as much of her enormous nipple as you can and suck with all your might. After a few seconds, you hear her call out, "That means you, too, Lustra!" "I'm the one collecting a debt here," you hear the devil's sensuous voice shout back from relatively nearby. "And I don't take orders." "Just shut up and suck!" $wife shouts back over the chorus of moans all around you. After a solid few minutes of squeezing at the wall of breast tissue and attaching to her nipple with a vaccuum seal, you finally taste the first sweet warm drops of milk beginning to issue forth. "Oh, god, $player! I can feel it coming! Keep going! There's so much pressure! So much milk!" You double down on your work and before long, you're met with a flood of lactation that fills your mouth immediately, warming your throat as it pours down into your stomach. The taste is intoxicating. You've never had anything this wonderful. "Fuck yes!" $wife cries in pleasure as she begins the let down. "Keep sucking! Keep milking!" The flow continues to increase until you eventually have to release her nipple and come up for air. This, naturally, is met with a far away cry of, "$player, please don't stop!" You respond by reaching out and taking the swollen teat in both hands and tugging and squeezing. A fountain of white liquid blasts out with each wringing pull, soaking you and your shirt and the pillows beneath you. But you persist. More and more milk is drained from $wife's taut breast, and there isn't the slightest sign that the rate is decreasing. It must be another ten minutes of milking and occassional sucking before the torrent begins to abate. She's finally running dry. "Oh, //GOD//, that felt so good!" $wife cries to you, and, you assume, Lustra. At that moment, it dawns on you that Lustra is no longer gripping your cock. Everyone must have shifted positions while your focus was on $wife and her river of lactation. You press a wall of boob aside to find that Helga and Olga are now on either side of you, hoisting their ample-under-normal-circumstances tits in hand and giving you a double (or would it be quadruple?) tit fuck. Each of the maids is slick with what could be nectar or lubricant or milk. You honestly can't tell anymore. Their soft, pliable not-flesh feels incredible as all four impressive tits slip and slide around, over, and under one another, pressing in on your cock from all sides. If it weren't for the Libido Lock coursing through your body, you're certain you would've already blown the contents of your balls all over their chests. Seeming to notice your attention on them, both maids turn to you with a digital smile and a pixelated wink. You smile back at them and let your body collapse backward to enjoy the sensation. However, no sooner has your head hit the cushions with a sopping squelch of splashing milk than you see the shadow of a fit, toned ass raised above you. Then, as you look on, the cheeks of the ass begin to swell and plump. Where there was a thin, fit behind, seconds later there is a massive fat ass and thighs. "Oh good," you hear Lilith say. "The nanites seem fully capable of any alteration I want." Then the ass comes careening downward at you and Lilith is suddenly sitting on your face, her pussy at your lips. The smell is strong but pleasant, and you can feel her heat on your face. Taking the hint, you place your lips together and apply the faintest suction to her labia, pulling lightly as you use your neck to move up and down her anatomy. As you reach the top of her pussy, you stick out your tongue and carefully massage her clit. She's so wet that you immediately taste her juices on your tongue, more acidic than $wife's usual taste, but still pleasantly erotic. "Your man isn't half bad at cunnilingus," you hear Lilith say to $wife, though the sound is heavily muffled by the thighs and cheeks that surround your head. You can just make out $wife's excited tone as she replies, but you can't understand the words. You spend the next several minutes eating out your neighbor as her robot maids wrap their tits around your dick. At one point, you can feel a bevy of firm nipples tracing slick paths around the head of your cock, pausing to rub at your urethra for a second. Just when you've decided this couldn't possibly get any better, a strong pair of hot hands reaches between you and Lilith's ass, grabbing you firmly by the shoulders. With shocking ease, Lustra drags you from your play pile and hoists you into the air before her. "My turn," she says with a sharp-toothed grin. Then, like you weigh less than nothing, she flips you upside down, holding you by both ankles, and plops backward onto an enormous breast. You're not sure whose. As the devil lands with you, your face is swung directly at her groin as her thighs spread wide to receive you. When your mouth meets her pussy, you feel the near one hundred degree heat on your face, and the faint smell and taste of charred meat fills your mouth and nostrils. Her juices are flowing freely and flood your mouth as you run your tongue down her slit. She tastes like a well-prepared steak, smokey and rich. Up top, you feel her grab you by the hips and maneuver your body, adjusting and then pulling you in closer. The hot wetness of her mouth suddenly wraps your cock. You feel her teeth hovering nearby, carefully avoiding your tender flesh. Her long tongue coils around you, wrapping your shaft and teasing your head. It feels incredible. Were it not for the aggressive level of heat against your entire body, this could be a contender for the best sixty-nine of your life. Eager to catch a glimpse of a literal devil sucking you off, you pause from your licking for a moment to lift your head and crane your neck around to see. You're shocked to find that Lustra's face is busy kissing Meloni passionately as the nymph hovers overhead, suspended by a web of vines that stretch out to all corners of the room. Instead, it is the nipple mouth of the devil's left breast that has your cock buried in it, balls deep. You've been fucking her nipple this entire time. Or has her nipple been blowing you? Your brain grasps at the insane situation, desperate to make sense of it all. You eventually settle on "fuck it" and go back to licking the devil's hot pussy as her nipple sucks your dick. You continue on with Lustra for some time. If it weren't for this concoction Lilith gave you, you know you would've been drained of all fluid by now. Instead, you're lost in a perpetual sea of carnal pleasure with all of these ladies, fucking them and being fucking by them. "Bored! Time for a change," Lustra huffs just as you are beginning to feel dizzy from the heat of her body. She grabs your ankles and tosses you up into the air as she scoffs, "You take him, houseplant!" Tumbling through the air, you land on a soft hammock of interwoven vines. Sitting there with you is the nymph Meloni. She smiles at you quietly, looking you up and down with those intense, deeply purple eyes that sparkle in the light. Her watermelon-sized tits are a pale green with massive deep forest green areolas and nipples. The leaves that once formed her "top" now perfectly frame her impressive bust. They're no bean bag chairs like $wife's or "small car sized" tits like Lilith's, but they're soft and perky and beautifully round. From each of her nipples, a steady trickle of golden nectar flows. "Would you," she begins to say, but she looks away, her pale green cheeks flushing a much deeper hue momentarily. "Would you like to have sexual intercourse... with me?" The nymph can barely look at you. She's tucked her narrow chin into her soft shoulder, peering back without facing you directly. (button:)[[["I would love to."|Lilith true ending 7]]]

The nymph blushes even more. You're pretty sure the flush of color in her green face is blushing, anyway. She leans forward and crawls across the wide hammock toward you, her erect nipples nearly dragging below her as she makes her way on hands and knees. Twin trails of slick yet sticky nectar are left in her wake. Chancing a glance down, you see the orgy still going strong in the pit about four feet directly beneath you. Lilith and $wife are currently making out in between their behemoth breasts while Lustra is plunging her fingers deep into the pussies of Helga and Olga. You notice for the first time that a network of Meloni's vines are intertwined throughout the love-fest. They continually rise up to her hammock where you are now and squeeze a quick blast of nectar from one of her nipples before squirming back through the air and plunging into a pussy or sliding into cleavage or tying up a pair of wrists. From her vantage point above, Meloni has been acting as a sort of universal sex toy: dildo, rope, sex swing, etc. Her vines are doing their best to facilitate any depraved act the orgy below can concoct. As the nymph arrives to your side of the hammock, she sits down and leans back, awkwardly unfolding her legs. You forgot until this moment that she's only had them a few hours at most. She's starting to get them figured out, it seems. Drawing each of her legs to the side and back toward her head, Meloni rests each shin on one of her huge tits in a pose that would make a contortionist do a double take. She's incredibly flexible. With her feet behind her head, you see the broad, waxy tropical leaves of her "bottoms" begin to shift aside, rearranging themselves as garters around her thighs. There, now plainly visible, you see her tight pussy, a teensy bead of nectar dripping from between its plump lips. "Is this... acceptable?" she asks, still struggling to make full eye contact. "It's perfect," you say to her as you move into position. It's more difficult than you expected, given that you are on what is more or less a net of rope-like vines. Sensing your difficulties, Meloni asks, "Should I assist?" In response, two of her vines suddenly appear from below, hovering before you and awaiting your response. "I think that would be great," you say to her, unsure what else to say. Meloni doesn't reply. Her vines simply wrap themselves around you gently, supporting your legs and torso safely. They are strong and unexpectedly soft and warm on your skin. They seem more supple than they did earlier. You wonder if she can control their texture and hardness. You get a hint of vertigo that subsides quickly as the vines tilt you forward, bringing you in closer to the nymph. Your cock is in prime position to slide into her, but the vines stop you just as your tip touches her lips. "I have... never been with a male before..." Meloni says, finally finding the courage to look you in the eyes. "Lilith has touched me, and I have touched her. She is fond of my vines. But no human has ever entered my body." "So... you're a virgin?" you say to her, catching on to what she's saying. "I believe that is the English word for it, yes. I am happy to let you be the first. You have done so much for me and Lady Lilith tonight." "We're happy to help," you say with a smile. Meloni smiles sheepishly back as the vines slowly press your hard cock into her. She's tight, but incredibly slippery from her nectar. You enter her with ease. "Hnnnng," Meloni moans lightly as you slide in deeper and deeper, eventually fully burying your cock in her pussy. "It is... large." "I'm... actually fairly average," you say, turning red from the flattery. She looks up at you and says, "The sensation is quite pleasurable. I would like to thank you for allowing me to experience this." "You're welcome," you reply. "I'm enjoying it a lot, myself." Her vines begin to coil and shift, pulling your lower body back and allowing you to slide back out of her pussy. Then they thrust you back in, a little faster and harder than before. She scrunches her face and moans softly. The vines continue, growing more assured with every thrust, until eventually they are controlling your body in a rapid, pounding rhythm, thrusting into Meloni over and over. Her pussy releases more and more nectar with every motion, become still more slick until you are gliding into and out of her with an ease you can't believe as she grips your dick tightly. This continues for at least a solid ten minutes before the vines increase the rhythm suddenly. Meloni is looking up at you and panting heavily. Her expression indicates that, if the deep purple pools that are her eyes had pupils, they would certainly be lulled back into her skull. Her tongue is hanging out, licking at the air as you continue to fuck her at the behest of her vines. "Oh, oh, oh, OOOOOOOHHHHHH!" she cries out. "Hhhhyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeee!" The nymph bucks her hips wildly as the vines pump yours in and out furiously. Sweat drips from your brow from the vicarious workout. At long last, the motion slows and the vines pull you slowly from her pussy and deposit you carefully back on the hammock. You find yourself out of breath as much as she seems to be. "That was... lovely," she says with a smile, closing her eyes for a second and placing a hand on her heaving breast. You can't believe you just took a nymph's virginity... What a weird fucking night... "Hey stud!" you hear $wife's voice call from below you. You shift to look down through the vines to find the group in the pit has reached a temporary ceasefire. "You ready?" she asks you in a playful tone, brandishing the vial of thick white liquid Lilith gave her before. Lustra, the maids, and Lilith herself all seem to be looking up at you expectantly. "We've all gotten our fulfillment down here while you were up there with 'jungle fever,'" Lilith says with a smile. "I can't call my contract completed until all involved parties shoot their shot," Lustra says. "What'll it be, babe?" $wife asks again. "I am //SO// beyond ready to fucking cum," you say emphatically. Then, to Meloni, "You mind helping me down?" The nymph nods happily and has her vines bring the two of you down to the pit where everyone is sitting around the edges as $wife's tits fill about a quarter of the space. Lilith appears to have returned to a G cup somewhere since you were tossed up to the hammock. They all stare at you, waiting. $wife hands you the vial and asks, "So I think it's only fair that you get to choose where you blow your load." The rest of the group all nod, except Lustra who just looks on stoically, her eyes hidden by her flickering bangs as always. "I can give you a titanic titfuck and let you cum all up in my cleavage," $wife says, giving you a wink. "I'll suck you dry with my 'freaky nipple mouths,'" Lustra snears. "We would be happy to give you another joint titfuck session," Helga and Olga say in perfect sync. "I've always wanted to taste the nectar of a human male," Meloni says quietly. "Or I can see just how big these nanites can make me while you test out their weight from below," Lilith says, crossing her arms beneath her bust and thrusting her tits upward. "Decision is yours, $player," $wife says to you as they all await your choice. She tosses the vial to you, and you catch it in your hands. This is it. How do you want to finish? (button:)[[[Titfuck $wife|True ending wife]]] (button:)[[[Get a blowjob from Lustra's nipple mouths|True ending Lustra]]] (button:)[[[Get a joint titfuck from the maids|True ending maids]]] (button:)[[[Let Meloni sample your nectar|True ending Meloni]]] (button:)[[[Stress test Lilith's nanites|True ending Lilith]]]

You pop the cork from the vial and down the goopy slurry in one go. The texture is bizarre, but the taste is incredible. It's both rich and sweet without overpowering your senses. "You know I have to pick you, babe," you say to $wife with a warm smile. She returns her best "do me" eyes, and you feel the effects of Lilith's "geyser goo" kicking in. While you still feel the burst of energy you got from the Libido Lock coursing though your veins, you can now feel a deep, primal need to climax welling up in your loins. Your hard cock is straining, throbbing. Your balls are beginning to feel heavy. Every instinct in the back of your mind is screaming for you to fuck and fuck NOW. "Well then, stud," $wife says, pushing herself back down into the pit and pulling as much of a divide in her cleavage as she can manage with her hands. It's not much. The sheer size and weight of the no-longer-hovering tits crushes against her hands as her fingers sink into the plush flesh. "Dive on in here." You don't even wait for her to finish her last sentence before you're jumping into the pit and landing on her tits, dick first, like you're fucking the world's softest waterbed. The masses of milk-filled mammary glands beneath you slosh and wobble from your impact, but you pay no mind. You're already furiously thrusting with your pelvis, ramming your aching cock into her bottomless cleavage over and over and over and over. A loud slapping sound reverberates through the lounge as your bare thighs smack flat against her tits again and again. Those twin masses of sumptuous flesh press in against your cock every time you ram it between them. $wife's tits feel incredible, and all you know is you are so close to cumming. It's like it's all you've ever needed out of life to just blast your cum all over $wife's massive tits right this very second. You pant and sweat as you pound and pound at her chasm, feeling that urge to cum bloom inside you into an insatiable lust. You will not be satisfied until you've gotten every last drop out of you. "Yeah, babe, you fuck these tits!" $wife cheers you on from the edge of the bust-formed arena where you battle your animalistic need. She's nearly become a spectator to her own sexual act. Her tits are far too large and heavy for her to maneuver by hand. All she can do is experience the titfuck like the rest of the group watching on. After another few seconds of thrusting, you suddenly feel something within you shift. Like a force inside of you has suddenly learned the way out. Your brain shuts down and you pound away faster and faster, feeling that need explode within your groin until, finally, you cum. (text-size: 3)+(text-style: "shudder")["OH FUUUUUUUCK!"] you scream, feeling the flesh of your throat tearing from the gutteral roar. You don't know what all that stuff you slurped down did, but you instantly know why it was given the name "geyser goo." Semen blasts from your cock with the force of a gun going off. With each contraction of your muscles, at least a full cup of spunk is blown out, shooting directly into the space between the massive tits where you lay. "Oh my god!" $wife cries out from the shocking force of the initial blast. But you keep going. You cum. And you cum. And you cum. And you cum. You could swear that each shot of the stuff is more forceful and voluminous than the last. By the tenth blast or so, you feel certain that the next will be enough to fire you backward, but you just lay there convulsing and cumming into $wife's cleavage. When you finally stop, minutes later, you slide backward off of $wife's tits, fully spent and ready to drift off into sleep. All of the excess stamina from Lilith's formula has left you. The pit beneath you is a sopping mess of ruined cushions, puddles of milk, dribbles of nectar, and gobs of semen. "Quite the orgasm, stud," $wife says to you softly, but you're unable to respond. You close your eyes for just a moment, thinking back over the insane fucking night you've just endured. You kind of hope it never ends. "You guys are life savers," you hear Lilith saying to $wife amid a chorus of agreement from the rest of the orgy participants. "I'm calling you the next time I've got something new to test out." "Or... maybe just if you want to... hang out?" $wife says. You smile, too exhausted to join the conversation. Then you hear the sudden outburst of enraged shouting from the door to the hallway. "$player?! $wife?! What the FUCK?!?!" Shit. You completely forgot about Kirsten. ==><== ##The End <== A year and a half later, the phone rings. It's Lilith. (button:)[[[Answer it|Teaser]]]

You pop the cork from the vial and down the goopy slurry in one go. The texture is bizarre, but the taste is incredible. It's both rich and sweet without overpowering your senses. "Alright, Lustra, I gotta admit, I kinda enjoyed it earlier, so I'm coming back for more," you say to the devil as $wife smiles at you and raises her eyebrows. You shrug and turn toward the devil as you feel the effects of Lilith's "geyser goo" kicking in. While you still feel the burst of energy you got from the Libido Lock coursing though your veins, you can now feel a deep, primal need to climax welling up in your loins. Your hard cock is straining, throbbing. Your balls are beginning to feel heavy. Every instinct in the back of your mind is screaming for you to fuck and fuck NOW. "This'll be fun," Lustra's nipple mouths say together. "I haven't tasted mortal cum since my island days!" All three of her mouths lick their lips hungrily as she closes the gap between you in one impressive stride. You gulp as she bends down and shoves you abruptly back into the cushions. $wife says "Good luck," from the edge of the pit behind you. As much as you want to be cumming this very instant, you're beginning to second guess your decision. The devil drops to all fours and crawls up until her chin is even with your navel. You can feel the hot, heavy softness of her tits dragging against your thighs with every inch that she moves. Finally, your cock is embroiled in the sweltering heat of her cleavage. Just the weight of her huge breasts being pulled downward by gravity is enough to put significant pressure on your dick. Lustra bends her head down and her long, winding tongue snakes its way from her mouth and licks at your stomach. Her saliva is hot enough that there's a hint of steam coming off your skin everywhere it touches. With the way she's caressing you, you can't shake the feeling that she's tasting more than teasing. As the sensation inside you begins to drown out your more rational thoughts with screams of "FUCK! CUM!", you entertain the idea of grabbing the devil by the shoulders, throwing her to the side, straddling her, and fucking the shit out of her tits. But a tiny part of you still realizes how bad of an idea that is. Also, you're a bit put off by how aggressive that fantasy was. You REALLY need to get off. Down south, you feel yourself being rubbed lightly by Lustra's breasts as she sways slowly from side to side, letting the heft of her tits apply the pressure. Then, suddenly, she keeps swaying to the left, letting her right boob flop against your dick, pressing it to the side slowly until //SHWOOP//! You feel the familiar wet heat of her nipple mouth engulf your cock in one fell swoop. Her auxiliary lips are pressed all the way against your pubis. Not an inch of you isn't being devoured. Then the suction begins. And the massaging of tongue. It's coiling around your member and stroking you while the mouth creates a vaccuum of impressive strength. It feel less like a blowjob and more like you're being milked. With a grin, Lustra pushes away from you and swings around so that her other breast is against your testicles. You feel that tongue emerge and begin to lick and lightly caress your balls, squeezing with the tinies amount of pressure. She turns her head to you, and for the first time, you catch a glimpse of her eye through a gap in her bangs. The "white" is a pitch black and her iris is a pure golden hue with a heart shaped pupil. It's quite unsettling. "Playtime's over, $player," she says in her low, sultry voice. You can feel the heat of her breath on your belly. "You cum... now." Immediately, the suction and massaging of her nipple mouths kicks into overdrive and you can feel something being rended from deep within you. That primal fury in your brain screams out in satisfaction as your muscles all contract and you feel the incredible force of your semen not so much blasting from you as being sucked out of you. This goes on for what feels like an eternity. Lustra doesn't let up on the intensity of her draining even an ounce, such that she's still going after you're sure you've already cum gallons and the incredible pleasure is verging on torture. Then she stops and poofs away from you in a noxious cloud, reappearing next to $wife and Lilith at the edge of the pit. A long rope of cum drips from her right nipple mouth's lips. The tongue swirls out and around, lapping it up with a smile. "It's been fun, but... contract's up. Back to hell for me!" Lustra says, finally sounding truly chipper. "Don't call me. I'll call you." You can't see her, but you hear another puff and smell the fresh scent of sulfur telling you she's gone. You lay back, fully spent and ready to drift off into sleep. All of the excess stamina from Lilith's formula has left you. The pit beneath you is a sopping mess of ruined cushions, puddles of milk, and dribbles of nectar. You close your eyes for just a moment, thinking back over the insane fucking night you've just endured. You kind of hope it never ends. "You guys are life savers," you hear Lilith saying to $wife amid a chorus of agreement from the rest of the orgy participants. "I'm calling you the next time I've got something new to test out." "Or... maybe just if you want to... hang out?" $wife says. You smile, too exhausted to join the conversation. Then you hear the sudden outburst of enraged shouting from the door to the hallway. "$player?! $wife?! What the FUCK?!?!" Shit. You completely forgot about Kirsten. ==><== ##The End <== A year and a half later, the phone rings. It's Lilith. (button:)[[[Answer it|Teaser]]]

You pop the cork from the vial and down the goopy slurry in one go. The texture is bizarre, but the taste is incredible. It's both rich and sweet without overpowering your senses. "I have to admit," you say to Helga and Olga, "that double titfuck earlier was pretty spectacular. How about more of that?" The maids stand stock still, tilting their heads and holding their arms locked beneath their impressive tits. Their response comes in perfect harmony, barring the mild stutter of Helga's vocal processor: "If that is your wish, we are h-happy to serve you." You waste no time dropping into the pit. You're now feeling the effects of Lilith's "geyser goo" kicking in fully. While you still feel the burst of energy you got from the Libido Lock coursing though your veins, you can now feel a deep, primal need to climax welling up in your loins. Your hard cock is straining, throbbing. Your balls are beginning to feel heavy. Every instinct in the back of your mind is screaming for you to fuck and fuck NOW. "I'm ready!" you say to the maids, trying to restrain your impatience as best as you can. Helga and Olga respond by dropping down to the pit on either side of you. They cradle their incredibly squishy, realistic breasts and press them against your cock, wrapping it fully in robotits. They begin massaging at a leisurely pace for several strokes. Olga asks, "Is this tempo desirable, $player?" You don't even look up, you just say, "faster." In response, you can feel the slippery, silky flesh rubbing against you faster. Their breasts are large enough that your head doesn't come close to emerging from the criss-cross of cleavage. Your shaft simply plunges into the depths from below with each drop, emerging unseen as the maids lift for yet another. You're loving the sensation, but the screaming in your mind is telling you that you need more stimulation now. "Faster!" you shout again. The tempo increases. "Much faster!" The maids are now titfucking you so quickly that humans would be growing tired instantly, but they show no signs of fatigue. Those pillowy mounds are pressed down against you, lifted, dropped, lifted, dropped, multiple times per second. As the lubricated rubbing goes on, you can feel the urge inside you growing, tearing free. "Is this speed acceptable?" they ask. "Keep it up!" you answer, nearly at climax. "Don't stop. Don't slow down. I'm... close..." There's a force in your loins trying to burst free, and the titfuck is pulling it out. You are so close. You don't know what the fuck kind of power that goop held, but you have never needed to cum more in your life. Then you feel one of the maids' nipples brush against the head of your cock and that tiny sensation is the last straw. You cum. Despie being buried in tits, your cock blasts ropes of cum so powerful that they volcanically erupt up from the cleavage, coating everything around you. The maids' face screens are splattered with dribbles of thick white cum. It drips from their hair and covers their tits. Your stomach is drenched. Around you, you can hear and feel the rest of the orgy shuffling positions as bits of semen rain down. Your muscles clench and force every last drop out, all while the maids continue their ministrations faithfully. They haven't even slowed down, and the continued pleasure is only making you cum harder as you cry out. (text-size: 2)+(text-style: "shudder")["FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"] Once the last shots of warm white sperm have spurted up from their cleavage, the maids finally stop and pull back from your groin. You just lay there, fully spent and ready to drift off into sleep. All of the excess stamina from Lilith's formula has left you. The pit beneath you is a sopping mess of ruined cushions, puddles of milk, dribbles of nectar, and gobs of semen. You close your eyes for just a moment, thinking back over the insane fucking night you've just endured. You kind of hope it never ends. "You guys are life savers," you hear Lilith saying to $wife amid a chorus of agreement from the rest of the orgy participants. "I'm calling you the next time I've got something new to test out." "Or... maybe just if you want to... hang out?" $wife says. You smile, too exhausted to join the conversation. Then you hear the sudden outburst of enraged shouting from the door to the hallway. "$player?! $wife?! What the FUCK?!?!" Shit. You completely forgot about Kirsten. ==><== ##The End <== A year and a half later, the phone rings. It's Lilith. (button:)[[[Answer it|Teaser]]]

You pop the cork from the vial and down the goopy slurry in one go. The texture is bizarre, but the taste is incredible. It's both rich and sweet without overpowering your senses. "You know, what, Meloni. Why don't you get that taste of human nectar you're wanting?" you say to the nymph whose eyes quickly dart away shyly. Meanwhile, you can now feel the effects of the "geyser goo" kicking in. While you still feel the burst of energy you got from the Libido Lock coursing though your veins, you can now feel a deep, primal need to climax welling up in your loins. Your hard cock is straining, throbbing. Your balls are beginning to feel heavy. Every instinct in the back of your mind is screaming for you to fuck and fuck NOW. "You want it, you got to come get it," you say to Meloni, plopping yourself down in the pit of cushions, milk, and fluids. You don't care. You just want to cum. No, you //need// to cum. Obediently, the nymph steps over, exercising full control over her recently acquired appendages. She kneels down and pinches her nipples, streams of nectar spraying out onto your entire groin and thighs. She gives you a longing look that you answer with a curt nod. She responds by quietly plunging her big tits down and pressing them together around your dick. The nectar is an exquisite lubricant. You glide into and out of her cleavage without a hint of friction. The sensation of her soft, ample tits squeezing you as she pumps you methodically is drawing you ever closer to orgasm. "You should go faster," you say to her, trying your best to keep the animalistic urge inside you from bursting out and scaring the shy thing. Meloni nods and picks up speed. Her rhythm is flawless. As her human-like flesh rubs you delicately inside her crevace of cleavage, you're growing closer. Your dick throbs as it yearns to blast your seed onto her. Another few seconds, and you're there. You can feel whatever that goo put inside you aching to tear free. Your muscles contract and you feel a shotgun blast of spunk fire from your dick. Despite the nymph's tits being big enough to swallow your dick whole and have nothing emerging from the top of her cleavage, the first ropes of cum you shoot come flying upward out from between her mounds with enough force to arc several feet in the air and land on her flower petal hair. She closes her eyes and lets out a startled "Aiiyee!" as another glob of semen splats across her face. "You better... go now... if you... want a... taste," you grunt to her between throbbing blasts of cum. You don't know how long your firehose of cum will keep firing, but you don't want her to miss her chance. Meloni pulls her tits away from your unrestrained hose, spraying wildly with each hearty throb. She opens one eye cautiously and stares for a second before bending down and taking you into her mouth until her lips press firmly against the base of your shaft. The new incredible sensation sends a shudder down your spine and you feel a renewed vigor in your twitching blasts of cum, firing them straight down the nymph's throat. "Mmmmph!" she makes a sound, though her mouth is full of your cock. You hope she remembers to breathe through her nose. You're certain this is her first blowjob. After a moment of feeling the hot, sticky wetness of your cum filling her mouth and pressing against your cock, a sudden vaccuum pulls at your member as she gulps down the couple of cups' worth of spunk in one go. Meloni continues to suck and gulp and even massage your head a bit with her tongue as you twitch out the last enormous bits of cum. Eventually, you are spent, and she pulls away with a loud, sucking //pop// as your cock leaves her mouth. She looks you in the eye and licks her lips. "Human nectar is... quite delicious," she says with a beaming grin. "Thank you, $player." "You can taste mine... anytime..." you say to her, followed by a pleading glance at $wife who just rolls her eyes and nods with a smile. At last, you lay back, fully spent and ready to drift off into sleep. All of the excess stamina from Lilith's formula has left you. The pit beneath you is a sopping mess of ruined cushions, puddles of milk, dribbles of nectar, and gobs of semen. You close your eyes for just a moment, thinking back over the insane fucking night you've just endured. You kind of hope it never ends. "You guys are life savers," you hear Lilith saying to $wife amid a chorus of agreement from the rest of the orgy participants. "I'm calling you the next time I've got something new to test out." "Or... maybe just if you want to... hang out?" $wife says. You smile, too exhausted to join the conversation. Then you hear the sudden outburst of enraged shouting from the door to the hallway. "$player?! $wife?! What the FUCK?!?!" Shit. You completely forgot about Kirsten. ==><== ##The End <== A year and a half later, the phone rings. It's Lilith. (button:)[[[Answer it|Teaser]]]

You pop the cork from the vial and down the goopy slurry in one go. The texture is bizarre, but the taste is incredible. It's both rich and sweet without overpowering your senses. "You know... I really want to see how big those nanites can go," you say to Lilith as you feel the effects of Lilith's "geyser goo" kicking in, "while I'm under them." While you still feel the burst of energy you got from the Libido Lock coursing though your veins, you can now feel a deep, primal need to climax welling up in your loins. Your hard cock is straining, throbbing. Your balls are beginning to feel heavy. Every instinct in the back of your mind is screaming for you to fuck and fuck NOW. "Then lay back and let the test begin!" Lilith says with exuberance, interlacing her fingers and arching her arms to crack her knuckles. You don't have to be told twice. You throw yourself down onto the pit's cushions with a wet squelching sound from the milk pooling below. You're so ready to let loose that it doesn't even phase you. "Helga, Olga, make sure the camera is rolling!" Lilith says, stepping down into the pit and standing over you. "And everybody else may want to step back." $wife, Lustra, and Meloni all take several steps back from the pit. "Here goes," Lilith says, stretching out her shoulders and flexing her back. You watch her new G cup breasts wobble and sway from the motion. Part of you wants her to just drop down and titfuck the cum out of you right here and now, bigger tits be damned. But part of you is also super excited to see the biggest tits you can. An odd thought, considering your wife is standing nearby, fighting a pair of boobs that are each a few feet across and have to weigh fifty pounds or more. But you're here for the tits. All of the tits. As big as you can get. Above you, the twin silhouettes of Lilith's boobs move closer, blocking the overhead light fixture's beams. And then the shadows begin to move, blocking out more of the space above you. Lilith's breasts are growing again, just as they did on the elevator and during the orgy. Her "new normal" Gs very quickly blow out into sizes that the alphabet fails to acknowledge. You try to wrap your head around the size of tits swelling above you, but they keep growing faster than you can comprehend. And besides, all you really want is to feel their soft enormity on your cock. You know Lilith couldn't possibly see the hunger in your expression, since you haven't seen her face since just after the swelling began. However, almost at the exact moment that you find yourself longing to be lost in her growing cleavage, you see the meteoric spheres suddenly dropping toward you. When they hit you, it nearly winds you. Each breast is bigger than your torso, which means you are positively lost in her cave of cleavage. The tightness pressing against your cock is especially lovely. You can feel the flesh around you pulsing and stretching as the tits keep growing and growing at a frankly unbelievable pace. This is ultimately turning out to be less a "titfuck" and more a "tit smothering." Thankfully, you're still able to get a bit of air down through her cleavage, but the constant growth is threatening even that. You try to let out a groan to remind Lilith that oxygen is needed for you to continue living, but the oppressive weight on your lungs makes it difficult to get anything out. You flail around some, your brain torn between the insatiable need to blast this cavern with cum and the physical need to breathe. You're starting to panic, even though you have not yet started to lose air. Either your groaning or, more likely, your flailing seems to have gotten Lilith's attention, or maybe she just recalled your existence. The sea of bosom around you parts ever so slightly at your head as Lilith's arms stretch down and pry apart the wobbling walls of boob. From below, it looks almost like she's diving into her own cleavage. You guess she sort of is. "Hold tight down there, $player," she encourages you. "The growth is slowing. We're nearly at capacity. You can cum whenever you want." She pauses before winking and adding, "After taking that stuff, I know you //REALLY// want to." She's right. Being lightly crushed by tits that are, you assume, bigger than a small car each is getting you so worked up that the beast inside you is now trying to tear itself out. You just need a little bit of extra stimulation. There's so much weight all around you that all you can manage is a little bucking motion in your hips. But it's enough. The tip of your cock presses into the pliable boob flesh above you and you can feel every muscle in your being contract all at once. You try to cry out from the unbearable pleasure, but the boobs swallow up the sound. As you begin to cum, you feel a torrent of semen blast from you unlike anything you've ever experienced. There's so much that the limited space in the cavity you've made fills up shockingly quickly and a flood of cum rushes up from your lower half and runs over your torso and into the cushions around and below you. You crane your neck, pressing your face hard up into the small split in Lilith's cleavage just to keep from drowning in your own fluids. Above you, the cleavage parts again and Lilith says, "Pretty sure I just felt... Oh, yeah. You came a lot, huh?" You only manage a mutter before you slump sideways into one gargantuan tit, your orgasm having done you in. It takes a few moments for Lilith to shrink back down to a "reasonable size," and you do nothing but lay there as she does, fully spent and ready to drift off into sleep. All of the excess stamina from her formula has left you. The pit beneath you is a sopping mess of ruined cushions, puddles of milk, dribbles of nectar, and gobs of semen. "Take it easy, now," Lilith says to you. You leave your eyes closed for a moment, thinking back over the insane fucking night you've just endured. You kind of hope it never ends. Somewhere across the room, you hear Lilith saying, "I think we can safely call that 30 cubic meters in volume for each breast. Did you get all the footage?" "Yes, Miss Lilith," you hear one of the maids reply. After a short silence, Lilith speaks again. "You guys are life savers," you hear her saying to $wife amid a chorus of agreement from the rest of the orgy participants. "I'm calling you the next time I've got something new to test out." "Or... maybe just if you want to... hang out?" $wife says. You smile, too exhausted to join the conversation. Then you hear the sudden outburst of enraged shouting from the door to the hallway. "$player?! $wife?! What the FUCK?!?!" Shit. You completely forgot about Kirsten. ==><== ##The End <== A year and a half later, the phone rings. It's Lilith. (button:)[[[Answer it|Teaser]]]

"Hey, Lil!" you greet your friend. "Tell her I say 'Hi,'" $wife calls to you from the other side of her room-filling tits. Lilith caught you in the middle of playing with $wife's nanite upgrades. She's getting pretty fucking good at controlling her size after a few months of practice. "$player! Hey!" Lilith greets you. "It's ready." "It's ready?" you clarify. "Oh, shit, it's ready?!" $wife calls out from the other side of her chest. "Yep. I'm about to fire it up. If all goes according to plan, we could be exploring an uncharted island //today//!" Lilith is so excited that her words are threatening to run together. "Today?" you repeat. "TODAY?!" $wife cries. You immediately feel the wall of breasts beneath you begin to recede. "I'm heading in the second I get the portal open. I'll just scope it out and report back. If everything seems fine, then we're heading in. Go ahead and start packing." "Lilith," you say, firmly, but kindly, "remember all those talks we had about not taking absurd risks? Remember the night we met? And, more importantly, remember the FOUR YEARS you spent frozen before that night?" "Relax, $player. I've got the girls here with me, and Meloni has volunteered to go through, as well. I'm not going alone. And I also told you two as a backup plan. I'm not being reckless." There's a long pause. "I'm not being //AS// reckless as I used to be," she corrects. You roll your eyes. $wife is nearing mobile breast sizes once more and says, "She is NOT going in there alone..." You pull the phone away from your face and whisper, "Meloni is going with her and the maid triplets are standing by." "At least it's something," $wife says, starting to pull on her fiery red hoverbra. Her huge tits bob weightlessly again the second the massive cups cradle them. "Lilith," you say into the phone again, "be very careful. We'll be over ASAP." "Adventure waits for no one!" she shouts into the phone loud enough that you have to pull it away from your ear. "To the Isle of Eros!" ==><== ''$player, $wife, and Lilith will return in Expansion Mansion II: The Isle of Eros.''

{ Hey there! Near N. Far (the game dev) here! Sorry to suddenly yank you out of the story, but if you entered the super secret key code, then I assume you're wanting just a little bit of help with the game. This is a bit of a rough guide on how to get to what I call the "true" ending of the game. That's the best ending with all the steamy action and the canonical way the story ends. I've tried to keep the guide relatively vague, but it will contain SOME spoilers for the rest of the game. If you don't want to be spoiled, you can just click this button right here to go right back to where you were, instead: (if: $lastKeypad is "2Fa")[ (button:)[[[No spoilers, please!|Keypad 2Fa]]] ] (else-if: $lastKeypad is "2Fb")[ (button:)[[[No spoilers, please!|Keypad 2Fb]]] ] If you're still reading, I assume you're okay with mild spoilers and you want some pointers, so here's a non-exhaustive list of tips for getting the best/steamiest possible ending for the game. The best ending requires that you rescue the lady of the house with $wife's boobs being expanded to the sixth "tier" of expansion (more on that below). ''In order to rescue the lady of the house, you'll need to do the following:'' 1. Avoid the boarded door upstairs. 2. Retrieve the fertilizer from the garage shelves. 3. Search for and read the journal in the master bedroom upstairs. 4. Find the scrap of paper in the guest bedroom upstairs. 5. Try the locked door upstairs. 6. Talk to the robot maid in the maids' quarters off the foyer. Claim you're there to see her master and follow her. Once she leaves, you can go back to her and ask her to unlock the door upstairs. 7. Go into the locked room and investigate the body. 8. Talk to the maid in the maids' quarters again to get her to move the other maid downstairs. 9. Talk to the damaged maid unsuccessfully. 10. Revive the nymph in the conservatory upstairs (use both the fertilizer from the garage AND the formula from the sitting room cabinet for the best ending). 11. Go to the library downstairs and speak the devil's name near the fireplace. 12. Wish for EITHER all of the Countess's knowledge or for the nymph to have legs. 13. Return to the nymp and ask for help with the damaged maid. This will give you the code for the keypads in the upstairs hallways. (Entering this code before getting in game will lead to a bad ending.) 14. Enter the code at the upstairs keypads after you have gotten $wife's boobs to tier 6 (see below for more info). 15. In the lab, you investigate the sphere in the center and activate it to restore power. 16. Investigate the monitors and camera near the cylinder (chamber) on the outer wall. 17. Investigate the work stations and grab one of the batteries. 18. Use the battery to turn on the camera and watch the video. 19. Check the work stations again to pick up a stabilizer. 20. Open the chamber and release the lady of the house. Congrats! ''Details on the possible expansions for $wife:'' There are seven possible tiers of growth available. You will need to get $wife to tier six before going to the lab in order to unlock the best ending. Possible growths include: 1. Using the raygun from the downstairs closet. 2. Drinking the formula from the sitting room cabinet. 3. Reading from the spellbook in the lounge. 4. Wishing for slight increase in $wife's breast size from the devil (note that less careful wishes will lead to other endings). 5. Reading the inscription on the idol on the landing shelves upstairs. 6. Reviving the nymph using BOTH the fertilizer AND the formula from the sitting room cabinet (you must not let $wife drink it while in the sitting room, taking some for later, instead). This results in THREE! tiers of growth at once. In order to get to six tiers of growth and still be able to rescue the lady of the house, you will need to do numbers 1, 3, 5, and 6, avoiding 2 and 4. The above is not an exhaustive guide to everything in the game, but I hope that it will give you some help in figuring things out. (if: $lastKeypad is "2Fa")[ (button:)[[[Back to the game!|Keypad 2Fa]]] ] (else-if: $lastKeypad is "2Fb")[ (button:)[[[Back to the game!|Keypad 2Fb]]] ] }