Story – Boobclipsed

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A short intro by Ready – this story was NOT written by myself. It was by the great JB/NL who I believe it now on a writing hiatus which is really too bad. This story was technically not Growth Lab canon at the time but is now. It introduces the great character Hannah Stromberg! Enjoy

Feedback is welcome of course but please use your common sense and civility. Critical comments are always welcome whereas simply complaining and snarky comments are not. This is a small community folks and you get nothing from tearing people down. 


Boobclipsed story by: JB/NL – first published 2006.11.28 

The door opened and a short line of persons walked in, outlined against
the sunlight as they entered the dark building.
Walking lock-stepped, almost marching, the person leading the line, sternly
dressed in uniform, medals jingling with every footfall, boots slamming into
the floor as she briskly set the pace, a long military-issue coat around her
shoulders, firmly leading the line, almost charging through doors, until
the group of five reached a room at the far back of the building.
Once inside, the line split apart, each person moving to a seat apparently
predecided to them, the green coated figure stepping behind a table strewn
with papers, sitting down, clicking on the desk lamp.
The second figure wore an expensive looking suit, replacing the obligatory
pants with a severe looking black power skirt, completing the nearly
stereotype look with dark sunglasses that shouted “intelligence agent”, sat
down in the shadows, in the corner.
The third figure, a young blonde woman with her eyes darting from side to
side, as if looking for an escape, wearing a blue blouse and white cotton
pants, was directed to a single chair in the middle of the room facing the
desk, and shoved down roughly into it by the fourth, wearing a military
police uniform.
The young woman tried to get up, but the helmeted figure still standing
behind her shoved her back in the chair again.
“Sit down and stay seated”, she snapped, “once General Stromberg is done
with you, you can get out of that chair and not a second sooner.”
“Easy, captain Meyers,” the last figure said, moving to a table set up
at the side of the room, sitting down and adjusting her glasses, “I’m sure
the lieutenant is just nervous.”
“Nervous or not, she should just stay in that damn chair, Colonel.”
“Why don’t you take your seat as well so we can start these proceedings, as
the the matter at hand is serious enough to dispense with petty rules,”
the colonel remarked, taking off her cap and shaking out her shoulder
length brown hair over her navy blue jacket.
The captain nodded in assent and took her seat next to the colonel, but not
before throwing a “and don’t even think about getting up,” at the nervous
figure she left behind.

The black haired woman behind the desk turned the lamp onto the lieutenant
and tapped her pen on the desk.
“Good,” she said, her voice soft, but commanding, “everyone is here, and in
place. As a matter of procedure, this is not a court martial, or even an
official hearing,” the woman in the expensive suit nodded assent, “but just
an informal inquiry as a prelude to more … oficial matters, specifically
to dismiss any hysteria, and to prevent more foolish conspiracy stories
from entering circulation.”
“But I know what I saw,” the blonde lieutenant practically shouted, “and so
should everyone else, and …”
“Shut up,” the general snapped, “we’ll deal with you in a minute – until
then you would be well advised to keep your mouth shut and sit still.”
“If I may,” the intelligence officer said, taking off the sunglasses and
putting them in her jacket pocket, “what if her allegations are true ? What
will our reponse be, Hanna ?”
“Which we know they’re not. Doctor Harrison here,” the general nodded to
the woman in the navy blue jacket, “has already confirmed the lieutenant’s
state of mind is, to put it politely, ‘confused’.”
“Still, we cannot discount the possibility,” the spook countered.
“What’s your opinion, captain Meyers ? You’ve monitored the lieutenant
while she was in quarantine,” the general asked.
“Sir .. Ah, ma’am! Lieutenant Karen Duffy’s behavior after returning from
her mission has been completely unbecoming an officer of the service,
constantly attempting to accost other personnel to the point of violating
quarantine, sometimes indulging in downright lewd behavior, with her wild
tales of alien spacecraft, bases and other deranged stories.
Whatever happened up ther clearly affected her ability to reason, analyze
and control her behavior as expected.”
The lieutenant jumped out of of her chair, mouth already open to protest.
“SIT DOWN, NOW” the general shouted, slamming her pen on the desk, waiting
for the blonde to sag back in the chair before continuing, pointing to the
person next to the MP captain.
“Thank you general, she started, swiping her brown hair back with one hand,
adjusting her glasses with the other, “I have conducted an exhaustive
physical examination, insofar as miss Duffy was cooperative, however at
times it took some … coercion by hospital staff I’m afraid,” the tone in
her voice sharpening, the look in her eyes like daggers as Karen opened her
mouth to speak again, “but we were unable to find any anomalies or other
indications of damage to explain her … erratic behavior. But since we
lack any brain scans from prior to the mission we are unable to conclude
whether this was an existing problem or one caused by this mission.”
The general nodded and looked through the papers on her desk; a report from
ground control, the lieutenant’s ludicrous flight report, several sheets
of drawings of strange craft in it, reports from the ground crew certifying
the craft was in full working order, including its radiation shields.
“Lieutenant Duffy,” she said, her voice soft but hard as steel, “you may
now tell your story to those assembled here. However, if you raise your
voice unduly, or start making baseless accusations, this meeting ends right
there and then and I will initiate court martial proceedings. We will
evaluate your story, come to a decision in your presence, and you will
abide by it – if you do not, you’re finished. You are a promising young
astronaut, one of the best we have ever seen, at least up until last week,
so please do not further discredit yourself in public. Clear ? Yes ? Then
you may commence.”

“Thank you, General Stromberg,” Karen said, her hands figeting with the
buttons on her blouse, her feet shuffling nervously on the tile floor,
squinting against the light of the desk lamp trained at her.
She took a breath, feeling her tank top tighten under her blouse, thinking
nothing of it, ascribing it to her nervosity, closed her eyes against the
sharp stab of light and thought back a week.
“It was a pretty routine assignment, really – just another trial flight of
another newly built orbital transfer shuttle – the usual flight, few earth
orbits, boost, do a lunar approach, do one and a half lunar orbit and then
boost back for earth. Didn’t think much of it, been there and done that.”
Her tank top felt as if it was constricting her, which couldn’t be, she
reasoned, it was a size too large anyway, so she pushed the thought from
her mind and continued while her audience sat with disapproval on their
stern faces.
“Well, anyway, I’d just inserted into the lunar orbital pattern when I saw
this strange thing – the UFO – on the lunar horizon.”
“Was this when you made your unauthorized thrust maneuver, endangering not
only your own life but also the craft entrusted to you,” the general asked
sharply.
“Yes, ma’am,” Karen said, folding her arms over her chest defensively,
sensing something was definitely wrong with her – she was pretty sure she
never had quite this much cushioning on top, “I wanted to get a better look
at it, so yes, I rolled the shuttle over to orient the viewports, but it
slipped behind the moon before I could get close enough.”
“And it never occurred to you that you were violating established policy
and just about every safety regulation,” captain Meyers snapped at her.
“I knew there was nough spare reaction mass in the tanks for the maneuver,
and yes, I realize I should have cleared it with ground control – but by
the time they would have gotten back to me, if at all, it would have gotten
away completely clean. As it was, I was fortunate that its track
intersected mine behind the moon, so as I crossed the horizon, I caught
sight of it again. It flew out ahead of me, and I could see it clearly, and
it approached a base of some sorts on the surface of the moon – I didn’t
have a camera with me but I tried to memorize as much details as I could
so I could make drawings of it later.”
“Interestingly,” the spook lady said, “when we sent an imaging satellite
over that location, attempting to verify your observation, there was
nothing matching your description to be seen – which does cast a pall of
doubt over your report, Lieutenant. But carry on, we’ll debate this later.”
“Well, anyway, this UFO approached the base and docked with it – that is,
it went inside, and then the base briefly illuminated my shuttle with this
beam – it wasn’t a searchlight or anything, it was hardly visible, but it
made me feel all itchy and well … energized … all over. The rest of
the flight you have logs of.”
“Yes indeed we do. And I thank god that all orbital communication has to be
so heavily encrypted,” the general snapped, “just looking through this
drivel you exchanged with ground control already shows me enough grounds
for immediate dismissal – and I haven’t even read all of it in detail.
Then there are these drawings of yours, which do not corroborate at all
with the photo’s of the same location from the satellite and … SIT DOWN!”

“I … I …” Karen stammered, swaying on her feet, the constriction from
her tank top nearly unbearable, her blouse curving outwards, first mildly,
then more, filling from the inside, the fabric groaning and protesting, as
she kicked off her painfully tight sneakers, the bottom hem of her pants
already straining around her calves, the cotton protesting loudly against
the body within, “w-what is h-happening …” she gasped, the waistline of
her pants digging into her body, at least, until the button tore off and
the zipper split with a burst, her voluptuous hips swelling up out, the
other four women in the room mesmerized by the sight of Karen, now 7 feet
tall and struggling to contain her body in the wholly inadequate clothing,
becoming ever more frantic as her frame grew larger, rounder and fuller.
Her blouse was the first to surrender, practically exploding in a cloud of
sky blue shreds as her body filled it beyond capacity, her lycra tank top
barely able to take up the strain as the sudden release sent her assets
wobbling wildly, the cotton pipes around her legs getting tighter, and
and tighter, her body getting bigger and bigger.
“Lieutenant! What the hell is going on,” the general snapped.
“I … don’t …” the cotton ripped open along the seams, letting out
her giant shapely legs, supporting her 8 foot plus frame, “know … what,”
blonde hair shooting out of her head, shoulder – back – waist length and
dropping, ” …is … going on … I feel so …” her breasts began
swelling slowly, semi-contained in her failing top, poking out on all
sides, slipping down as the orbs grew, first slowly, then picking up
speed, forcing their way out of the top, “incredibly FUCKING,” as her
boxer shorts failed catastrophically, leaving her nine foot body naked
apart from the remnants of her tank top around her shoulders, “HOOOTTT.”
Karen threw her head back, no longer bothering to resist it, fight it, just
giving in to the scorching heat inside her as wave after wave of energy
smashed through her body, feeling her center of gravity shift as her bosom
grew fuller and rounder, ripping off the shreds of the tank top, looking
down her cavernous cleavage onto the stunned face of the general, her gaze
drifting to the intelligence officer in the corner, a recorder in one hand,
the other hand splayed over her upper body.
She felt the eyes of the captain and colonel, sitting behind and to the
left of her, an equal mix of fear, envy and astonishment.
Karen took a breath and she simply felt her body grow, putting her arms
on the sides of her breasts, unable to reach to the front to feel up her
erect nipples, and she just felt them increase, the ceiling coming closer
as the floor receded beneath her.
She breathed out, and she felt annoyed because she wasn’t growing anymore,
standing fourteen proud feet tall, as she shook out her knee length blonde
mane, setting her balloon-shaped breasts wobbling.

“Captain Jen Meyers, I demand an explanation, right now, why your
quarantine protocol failed so utterly,” the general barked, getting to her
feet, slapping her hand on the desk, then pointing to the woman next to
the captain, half behind Karen’s giant form, “and you, Colonel Harrison,
why your ‘exhaustive physical examination’ so completely failed to predict
this event.”
“Don’t you think you have a … bigger … problem,” Karen asked, smiling,
gazing straight at the general, the giant lieutenant’s gaze drilling deep,
very deep into the general, setting her heart racing, a hot throb starting
in her body, as she glanced away from Karen, to the intelligence officer
in the corner, whispering into her recorder, the other hand having slipped
into her skirt, “Tanya, do something,” as her green uniform blouse began to
slowly tighten, the uniform jacket already a claustrophobic feeling, her
army boots an ever tighter fit.
“What the hell,” the general exclaimed, looking around the room, losing
control of the sitation – and, slowly, of her body, as well.
“Have any suggestions,” the spook bit back to the general as she kicked
off her expensive-looking high heel shoes, “because I sure as hell don’t.”
“Lily,” the general’s hard voice had turned from stern to pleading, “you
do something, you’re supposed to be a doctor” as she wormed out of her
several-sizes-too-small jacket, dropping it with the jangle of medals on
the floor, the front of her blouse already beginning to bulge impressively.
“Sorry general,” the colonel replied, desperately trying to shrug off her
own jacket, and failing, “but it looks like I’ve got issues here – very big
ones, and it’s not like I have a bunch of magical cure-alls in my pockets.”
Karen stood in the middle of the room, a look of bliss on her face, wearing
a benign smile on her face, her eyes closed, hands on the sides of her
enormous breasts, pushing inwards, pushing her balloons together, bulging
her aureolae, popping out her nipples, the smile on her face getting wider
as she pushed harder and harder.
Around her, pandemonium spread like a saucy rumor at a social function.

The captain succumbed next to the full force of the energy blast, beginning
in the pit of her stomach, exploding outwards, to the very top of her head,
out to the tips of her fingers, making them feel as if they were on fire,
to her toes, the intense sensation of stubbed toes echoing back up as her
boots constricted her growing feet, the helm on her head lifting as her
head got larger, and a shock of almost impossible flaming red hair erupted
from under it, the metal pot clattering on the ground, quickly forgotten
as Jen’s body bulked up, her biceps becoming bigger than any man’s on the
base, her abdomen a washboard of epic proportions, the sensation in her
thighs so strong, she swore she could have crushed a bowling ball between
them and not even notice it, and the thought -scared- her, as another wave
smacked her around, staggering out of her shredded boots, the arms on her
shirt having failed long ago, its body hanging on for dear life, her pants
split open to expose her calves and thighs, her tight, hard buttocks
straining hard to be released from their fabric prison, “oh god no,” she
whispered, looking down at her chest as it bubbled, bulged, and ballooned
outwards, the green shirt curved outwards, and in quick succession, almost
like a countdown, buttons began popping off, before the shirt just burst
open as she thrust her chest out, her giant mane of flaming hair forming
a dramatic backdrop to her breasts, swelling tantalizingly slow, but ever
larger, inexorably expanding outwards, not quite unlike party balloons,
bobbing outwards, elongating somewhat, the remains of her pants tearing
apart as her full, firm buttocks forced their way out, her string hanging
on barely, digging into her flesh.
The undulating motion of her slowly expanding breasts got more intense,
first one, then the other, and as they slowly overwhelmed her body, they
began violently flipping up and down, smacking into each other, tipping
the poor captain, now in tears, shaking her head, eyes screwed shut in
disbelief, shame and embarassment, onto her back, wobbling upwards and
outwards.
Suddenly they stopped getting bigger, but a deep groaning rumble came
from within, “Oh god, no, no NO, NOOO, NOOOO” the captain shouted, her
head snapping from left to right in a futile attempt at denial, thrashing
her impossibly hard body wildly on the floor, as in one massive spurt, her
body caught up with her breasts, the hard, muscular curves vanishing,
absorbing into her expanding body, beginning to resemble, then match a
pinup cartoon, surpassing them in an instant, her hips and ass widening,
her string leaping off her body in a spectacular arc, worthy of at least
eight points to any competent jury, her waist lagging behind, curvy body
still pinned underneath her heaving, pulsing, huffing bosom, the distance
from head to toe closer to eight and a half feet rather than the five foot
nine inches she had been before.
Hanna was just jerking her head from person to person, her tongue stuck in
her mouth at seeing the MP captain, her mind too busy trying to comprehend
what was happening to everyone – including herself.
A loud snapping sound behind her and a stab of pain in her back signalled
the surrender of her bra, the two drab green hills on her chest heaving,
quaking, growing ever closer to mountains, while in front of her, Karen
almost had her hands together, three quarters of her breasts above the line
of her arms, the lower quarter underneath, the twin peaks standing proud
and high, nipples bulging outwards further and further as she pushed her
arms closer and closer towards each other, her smiling face high above.

Colonel Harrison was next in the firing line, the wave hitting her full
frontal, and with a loud “Nnnggguuuuuhhh” she threw her head and arms back
as the energy spread through her body, her clothes shrinking rapidly,
trapping her body, seams protesting, then splitting open, loose bits of
clothing shedding off her body like leaves off a tree in autumn, buttons
turning into mini-missiles as each was launched into the room, a barrage
of fasteners flying off into space, a pair of glasses cartwheeling end over
end as the crescendo, as Lily’s body size shot up like a missile, crushing
the chair she was sitting on, tipping over the table in front of her,
inflating like a balloon, breathing hard as she grew, and grew, her slender
frame filling out as she got larger, passing ten feet with no sign of
slowing down, snorting a deep breath that only seemed to accelerate her
growth, her breasts firm, large orbs on her chest a little larger than her
head, her coffee colored hair a twisting, writhing mass of curls and folds
spinning into a knot, then a thick braid at the back of her head, a smile
appearing on her face, gasping in another breath, growing even bigger,
almost as tall as Karen was, except, Lily was sitting down, before letting
out a deep satisfied moan.
“Oh no, you’re not done yet,” Karen said, eyes still closed, beaming her
smile, her lips curling into an amused smirk, “I dare you to take another
one of those breaths.”
The freshly inflated woman tilted her large head back and smiled smugly.
“NO, DON’T” Tanya screamed, rabidly looking for a way out past the swollen
bodies, sliding along the wall in an attempt to stay as far away as she
possibly could from the giant lieutenant and the rest.
“Don’t worry,” Karen said, still smiling blissfully, “your turn will come
soon enough – you can fight it, you can reject it – but you will get it.”
Lily’s smile broke, her mouth forming an “O”, and with a deep whooshing
sound she forcibly sucked in as much air as she could, but instead of
getting taller, her bustline began developing, rapidly, bounding outwards
like balloons, slightly onion shaped, full and round at the base, tapering
towards the tip, as she gasped in again, her aureolae filling up to damn
near hemispherical, her nipples thick, brown bulges riding on the top,
extruding out, swelling thicker and thicker at their base, as Lily took a
final giant gasp, engorging the giant orbs, each over 10 feet diameter,
looking ready to blow.

The general was riveted to the chair, and hysterical, near insane laughter
bubbled from her throat as her clothing stretched and tensed, the pressure
building within, black hair inching longer already, seams of clothing
already slowly giving way, gaps opening up in her blouse, revealing
patches of slowly swelling skin.
Tanya had slid along the wall, padding on her stockinged feet, trying to
get away, already affected, the shoes in her hands several sizes too small,
her jacket chafing on her body, the waistband on her skirt getting really
uncomfortably tight, her bra beginning to fill up, then overflow. the hem
of her skirt distancing itself from the floor, the exit still far away.
“No way,” she gasped, “this can’t be happening to me, no way. No way.”
Karen’s amused smirk turned cruel, and a crushing wave of energy punched
into the nattily dressed woman, stressing her fancy clothes to their
breaking point.
A sharp crack, and her bustline briefly sagged as her bra failed, but
instantly came back up again, filling the inside of her pinstripe jacket
before stopping, and Tanya sagged against the wall, sighing in relief.
The feeling didn’t last long.
Her jacket surged, and tented, two large, thick poles pushing it outwards,
higher and higher, brutally ripping out of their confinement, quivering as
they were released, jetting further forward, her ripe, melon sized breasts
seeming insignificant, even the aureolae covering almost half of those
looking unimpressive, compared to her gigantic nipples, longer than her
legs and still growing, their inflating bases devouring more and more of
the dark patch topping her breasts, erecting straight forward, defying
gravity, sanity and even reality, finally halting when they stretched all
of six feet straight out.
She sat dumbfounded, staring at the enormous shafts on her chest, energy
throbbing in the pit of her stomach, begging to be used – immediately.
“Fuck it,” she said, and laughed over her comment, “fuck it all – if I have
to go, I’ll go in style – fucking big style.”
She felt her breasts creeping outwards, an intense itchy feeling as they
strained against her chest, rolling outwards, aureolae gaining ground on
her massive milk missiles, and with a feral “RAWR”, she focused and let go.
Whatever remained of her clothing simply disintegrated, vanishing in a
shower of shreds, threads and buttons, as she exploded outwards.
Her bustline advanced like a thunderhead, bulging threateningly, while
behind it, she forced herself bigger, sexier, and more lust-crazed, her
legs, the expensive stockings covering them first laddering, then splitting
apart as the flesh underneath swelled, spreading apart while she rose up on
a pair of super size buttocks, her genitalia bulging with her libido, while
her body spread and grew, her bust bigger than Lily’s, over-hemispherical
aureolae topping each, with a 15-foot long, 2 foot thick ballistic lust
missile ready to fire topping them off, aimed by way of her 16 foot tall
body, half sitting on her massively inflated backside against the wall.
She laughed insanely, a mad glint in her eyes.

Tanya’s titanic expansion proved to be the last straw connecting Hanna to
her rapidly receding sanity, as she joined her friend in insane, hysterical
laughter, her clothing barely able to contain her body, the chair she was
in loudly protesting before collapsing with a bang, quickly followed by
her blouse ripping at the shoulders, the top button popping off, followed
by another, the zipper on her pants splitting open, the button failing,
another shirt button testing its capability of sustained flight, a third
doing a double backflip screw twist with a perfect landing in the glass of
water on the desk, breasts piling into the gap, jostling to get out, while
she hauled herself upright, standing briefly, laughing maniacally, ripping
the remains of her blouse apart and howling in delight, growing, her pants
ripping apart, boots exploding with muffled thumps as her feet burst out,
her laughter becoming hoarse, and deeper, as her body grew, her bustline
slowly expanding, a growing arm sweeping the desk clean, the desk lamp
bulb going out wih a loud POP, and still she grew, flopping down her giant
boobs on the protesting desk, aureolae engorging, nipples fattening at the
base, and she howled in glee again, body swelling, her boobs stretching up
and out faster, bigger, more.
Karen took two steps back, leaning against the far wall, having opened her
eyes and wearing a lustful grin on her face, watching the general huff and
puff, body quivering with energy, rising higher and higher.
Hanna howled again, a deep feral sound rattling the doors, wildly shaking
her giant mane of midnight hair, flashing a feral grin, eyes glinting with
unadulterated insanity, her body swelling larger, and larger, her breasts
each larger than Lily’s pair, nipples fattening, transforming, a deep
crease forming in the center, twitching, a line of liquid white peeping
out, the desk collapsing with a splintering sound beneath the monster orbs,
still growing, nipples pushing outwards, aureolae bulging, looking ready to
blast off as she let out a giant growling howl that ran through the floor
like an earthquake, “I AM CUUMMIINNGGG, GRRRRRRAAAARRR,” as her nipples
engorged, doubling in size, then doubling again, the crease twitching
and contracting, holding back the white tide, Hanna roaring, breasts
bulging outwards, aureolae distending out, higher and higher, nipples
extruding, an with a final, shattering scream, her valves burst open in an
unstoppable tide of warm, white liquid, showering the room, blotting out
all vision in a downpour of cream.

-end

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