Outgrowing the Arcology Ch. 04

As Kimiko came back from her room wearing a new shirt—one of the ones they had bought to "grow into" the day before—but no bra, she sighed deeply. "Well, I did say I wanted to be famous."

"You've certainly succeeded at that," Rose laughed.

Mike couldn't help but notice how Kimiko was still softly stroking her massive breasts; he knew how horny the growth had made them previously, and Kimiko's actions made it clear that this time was no exception. Kimiko was the only one of them who didn't have anyone to help her deal with that. She couldn't even take care of herself just then, because Professor Tamura was supposed to meet them immediately after lunch to introduce them to the mysterious friend she was supposed to have called.

Just as Mike thought that, the door chime rang. When Michelle opened the door, Professor Tamura came rushing in, her substantial chest shimmying underneath her blouse as she came through the door. She immediately walked up to Kimiko.

"Are you alright?" She asked, sounding concerned. "I heard what happened in the restaurant. Oh my god... you must be horrified. How are you feeling?"

"It's okay, Professor," Kimiko responded, though a bit shakily. "I'll likely never be able to show my face in public again, but otherwise I'm fine."

"And physically?" The professor asked. "Any discomfort? Pain?" Her hands began probing the soft expanse of Kimiko's newly grown tit flesh. Maybe it was Mike's imagination, but Tamura seemed a bit more than professionally interested in them.

"Not really," Kimiko squirmed under the Professor's touch. "Rather the opposite... Professor!" She moaned that last part as Tamura's hands brushed over her nipples through the shirt.

Tamura quickly withdrew her hands. "Sorry," she said matter-of-factly. "Well, I can't feel anything weird under there, and the monitor programs we installed in your bio-chip don't show anything to be concerned about either. I think it should be safe enough to wait with your full physical check-up until after the interview."

"Interview?" Michelle interjected. "Is this the surprise you were talking about?"

"Excuse me! Coming through!" They were interrupted as a guy's voice came from the corridor. He was emerging from the elevator dragging a cart with several cases of equipment behind him. He was probably about Mike's age, a bit shorter, with very curly short brown hair.

He steered the cart through the open door into Lina's apartment. "Watch out, please! Heavy equipment coming..." his Irish-accented voice seemed lost in his throat as he turned the corner and came face to face with the girls.

His eyes went from the still relatively normal sized—a bit more than two metres tall with breasts just under volleyball size—but perfect figure of Michelle, to the immensely tall and huge breasted Maaya, the even taller Rose with her bare midriff and wide hips, and finally came to rest on Kimiko, her insanely huge tits heaving under her shirt as she breathed, her nipples poking through, hard from Tamura's touch. It took a lot of effort for Mike, observing the guy's face as he looked at the four girls, not to laugh at his reaction.

Kimiko had also noticed the newcomer's interest. "What's wrong?" She asked playfully, thrusting her chest out. The action lifted her shirt up above the underside of her boobs, revealing some smooth skin. "Have you never seen a growing girl before?" She smiled slyly as her hands roamed over the sides of her expansive chest.

"I... uh... I mean..." the guy stammered as his face turned white, all of the blood in his body evidently needed elsewhere. Mike couldn't help it; he started sniggering. The guy looked like he was about to faint!

"Dylan!" Professor Tamura called sternly, addressing the guy. "We need that equipment set up. Can you take it through to the living room now?"

Dylan, as that was apparently his name, looked at Professor Tamura, mortified. "Yes... yes, of course!" He stammered. He resumed walking, pulling the cart behind him, tripping over his feet while futilely trying to hide the bulge in his trousers. He ran out into the living room as fast as the heavy cart would allow him, though he couldn't help but sneak another glance at Kimiko before he went through the door.

When Dylan was out of sight, all of them started laughing. "Kimiko, you're impossible!" Michelle laughed. "I thought you were going to give him a heart attack!"

"Hey, if you got it, flaunt it, right?" Kimiko said, grinning widely. "And I've never had anything to flaunt before!"

"And here I thought I was the exhibitionist," Rose said.

"I was just teasing," Kimiko said, sticking her tongue out.

"I'm surprised you still enjoy the attention after what just happened," the professor commented.

"Hey, if you think getting my giant chest exposed to the whole world is going to keep me down, then you! Do not! Know! Kimiko! Nakamura!" She shouted, punching her fists in the air.

Mike said nothing; between the laughter and Kimiko's exuberant movements, five very large pairs of breasts were jiggling an awful lot right now, Michelle's perfect pair quite close to his face with her added height. He could feel his overlarge dick begin to demand attention, something which he knew they probably wouldn't have time for until tonight.

"So, Professor?" Michelle asked as they managed to stop laughing. "This Dylan, is he your friend?"

Tamura shook her head. "No, he just works with her." She gestured towards the still open door to the hallway. "This is my friend. May I introduce you to Mary O'Shea."

Mike turned around faster than he knew he was capable off. Between Dylan's antics and his own arousal, he had completely failed to notice the woman who'd presumably been standing in the doorframe the whole time. It was unmistakably the ECNN news anchor Mike watched every day, from the fiery red hair, the freckles, the smooth bronzed skin, to of course her ample assets. With her easily G-cup breasts—almost as large as Tamura's—she was the smallest in the room right now since Lina wasn't there, but that didn't make them any less impressive to finally see in person.

"Mary O'Shea?" Mike asked, incredulously. "I'm a huge fan..."

"Of your chest!" Kimiko finished for him, grinning.

Mike turned even redder than Mary's hair. "No! I mean... I love your show; I watch it every day."

Mary simply smiled broadly. "You must be Mike. It's a pleasure to meet you! I'm always happy to meet a fan."

"We've all seen your show, Miss O'Shea," Michelle said, trying to save Mike from further embarrassment. "It's very good; it's pretty hard to find a good, unbiased news feed nowadays."

"Thank you... Michelle, is it? And call me Mary," she replied warmly. "And as for these..." she squeezed her arms together, making her already substantial cleavage bulge up even further. She was wearing a light blue open front top, with a V-split that went down all the way to just below her bellybutton. Her lacy purple bra was revealed in between the sheer pieces of fabric, along with an awful lot of breast. It was a far more revealing outfit than Mike had ever seen her wear on the show. "With everybody using their social stream for news nowadays, us traditional anchors need a way to stand out. And this is mine; I'm not ashamed to admit it."

Rose nodded appreciatively. "And stand out they do."

"Not in this room, they don't," she smiled, gesturing at the various extremely oversized breasts on display.

"Miss O'... Mary," Michelle said. "You're here to interview us?"

"Indeed," Tamura interjected. "I've known Mary for a long time; she interviewed me when I got my Nobel Prize, and we connected over certain... things we have in common. I asked her to come here to see if we can get around the media blackout Dr Bassir and the Conglomerate are enforcing."

Mike could think of some things the professor and Mary had in common. He was looking at them right now.

"I had to do it, of course." Mary said. "My bosses are going to hate me for it, because ECNN will probably be out of grace with the North African Conglomerate for a while, but how can I resist a chance to interview the 'Giant Girls from Tokyo?'"

"And Mr Conrad," Tamura added.

"Yes, and Mike too, of course," Mary continued. "It'sthestory right now. No one is talking about anything else, and none of my competitors are able to say anything about it. I'm looking at viewer saturation here! The whole world will access it!"

"We're going to do the interview live," Tamura said. "I know the five of you haven't exactly had media training, or time to prepare, but if we record it for broadcast later the odds of someone finding out about it and blocking its release are too great. If we send this out live straight from Mary's social account as well as the official ECNN feed, there will be a billion copies floating about. Once it's out, it'll stay out."

"A live interview?" Maaya asked, sounding uncertain. "I'm not sure..."

"Don't worry," Mary said with a warm smile. "We're not going to do anything to make you uncomfortable. This isn't a hard-hitting interview, we just want your stories to go out, and for people to know that this is linked to Dr Bassir's work. You can say as much or as little as you like, and we'll go over what we want to talk about beforehand."

***

True to her word, Mary spent the next hour or so going over the various aspects of the story she wanted to cover, and making sure everyone was on the same page regarding what they were comfortable talking about. The last thing she wanted to do was ask a question during a live broadcast that any of them wasn't ready for, or wouldn't want to discuss in front of an audience. Mary was careful to make sure she knew how far each of them was willing to go; Maaya, for example, wouldn't feel at ease discussing the pleasure they felt during the growth, while Kimiko and Rose would be fine when asked that question.

When they had finished the preparation, Mary excused herself to get ready; she had to make sure her attire was up to ECNN's standards, which it currently wasn't. She also wanted to give everyone a break before the actual interview.

Mike and Michelle retired to their room, and so did Rose and Maaya—probably for the same reason. Tamura went to her own room to work some more in the meantime; although she wouldn't be part of the interview, she'd still be observing it.

That just left Kimiko by herself. She felt restless, and was more bothered by what had happened in the restaurant than she'd let on. Not the fact that she was even more absurdly big than before; that didn't bother her at all. Or the fact that anyone with net access could see her topless; she might not be quite as open as Rose, but she had never been shy, and she enjoyed the attention.

No, what bothered her was actually that those things didn't bother her. She wanted to grow. She wanted people to see her grow. She had been obsessed with tits ever since puberty had failed to provide them for her; now she got them, and she wanted more. She already had the biggest chest in the world, by far, and it still wasn't enough. Growing in the restaurant had excited her beyond anything, and she wanted to feel like that again.

Was she really like that? Someone who just cared about how others thought she looked? Someone who'd modify her body to such extremes, just to feel confident? Everyone had always told her she looked fine even when she was still flat chested, and she couldn't deny she'd known she was attractive, but she just hadn'tfeltattractive. Certainly she had never felt as desired as, for example, just now when that Dylan guy was staring at her tits.

Thinking about Dylan made her remember just how turned on she was. Somehow, the idea of going to her room to masturbate just didn't appeal to her, though. There had been too much masturbation already. It was the only way she could relieve her urges, and every time she did it she couldn't help but remember how good Mike's cock had felt inside her, how good his hands had felt on her sensitive, growing chest. Remembering that always made her feel extremely guilty, which was the last thing she wanted to feel while pleasuring herself. So no, she didn't want to masturbate right now, regardless of how horny the growth episode had left her.

Kimiko left her room after putting a bra on for the sake of looking decent during the interview. Another "grow into" clothing item from yesterday's shopping trip, and it barely fit. Custom-made to fit her abnormal assets, using more fabric than most entire outfits, and already she was too big for it. It felt so nice and snug around her huge mountains... she loved feeling like her clothes were too small, like she was about to grow out of them... No! She thought to herself. She didn't want to make her arousal even worse, just before the interview.

She returned to the living room, where Dylan was just finishing setting up the equipment he'd brought in. He'd been working on it the entire time while they'd been preparing for the interview with Mary, though Kimiko expected it didn't normally take him this long, considering the distractions on display, as he'd kept stealing glances at them. Actually, come to think of it, he'd been stealing glances at her, specifically. Not once had she caught him looking at any of the others. Now there's a guy who likes tits over all else, she thought. Not even Rose the giantess could tempt him.

He was lying flat on his back, his head hidden underneath a control console that he was hooking up. Kimiko couldn't help inspecting his physique; he was actually pretty good looking.

She kneeled down next to where he was working. "How's it going?" She asked brightly.

"Hold on..." came the reply. He seemed very focused. "Just finishing up the last connections... There!" He slid out from under the table, only to find his view eclipsed entirely by the boobs hovering above him. "Holy shit!" He shouted. He tried to pull back in shock, causing him to hit his head against the table. That caused him to sit up reflexively, causing him to hit his head again... but this time face first, against something much, much softer.

"Hi there," Kimiko grinned as she moved back to give the poor guy some space to sit up while her breasts wobbled from the impact. She almost regretted that she put her bra on; her shirt didn't do a good job of covering the underside of her bust, so if she hadn't been wearing a bra, Dylan would've gotten a much better view from that vantage point.

"Oh... um... hi," he said sheepishly, blushing. Amazingly, he managed to look up her face. "You're so sexy... No, that's not...! I mean, I'm Dylan! I mean, you are sexy, but... goddamnit!" He shouted, frustrated.

Cute, shy and adorably awkward, Kimiko thought. This could be fun!

"I'm Kimiko," she said, extending a hand. "Don't worry, I don't bite. And thanks, you're not so bad yourself." He looked even more uncomfortable as he took her hand almost reverently. She gestured at the stuff behind him. "That's a lot of equipment for a simple interview."

"Oh," he said, glad of the chance to talk about something where he was less likely to make a fool of himself. "It's state-of-the-art holo-recording and projection equipment. We're recording this in the highest definition possible; after this interview, no one will be able to claim you're a hoax."

"Makes sense," Kimiko said. "But why also a projector?"

"Simple, Mary didn't want Dr Bassir to know we were filming this at his daughter's flat, so we'll be projecting a fake background. We could also just edit the footage live, but using a projector will look better. Mary's going all out for this interview, she knows how many people will watch it."

"Probably a lot, yeah. About as many as the people watching my naked tits from this afternoon," Kimiko said matter-of-factly, and she noticed Dylan couldn't keep her gaze as he blushed even deeper; she knew it, he'd seen the footage. "Also, you can let go now," she said, grinning. He was still holding her hand.

Dylan quickly let go and pulled his arm back. "Oh my god, I'm such a fool! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... it's just, you're Kimiko Nakamura! And you're so... you know!"

Kimiko looked at him, puzzled. "What do you mean? Who else would I be?"

"No!" He said, looking almost panicked. "I just mean, I recognised you."

"From the viral videos, yeah. Of course you did, but..."

"That's not... I recognised you from the Olympic trials!" He blurted out, seemingly relieved he finally managed to say what he meant without messing up.

Kimiko was shocked. "From the Olympic trials!? That was four years ago! And, I didn't even get selected! I haven't done any professional swimming since then!"

"I know, but... I remember you! I've always followed swimming, I wanted to be a swimmer myself way back; I never was that athletic, though. And I worked for one of the sports correspondents at ECNN back then, before I was Mary's assistant. And we covered the Japanese Olympic trials because it was such a fierce competition that year, and... you were there, and so cute, and sexy, and lively, and you always seemed so nice in your interviews, and... I mean, who wouldn't remember you!" Dylan barely looked at her as he rambled on, seemingly embarrassed by what he was telling her.

"Most people had no problem forgetting," Kimiko said, a little bit bitter; no one had paid her any attention after she failed to make the team, and that was part of the reason why she had decided to quit. "Wait, you thought I was sexy? But I wasn't nearly as... I mean, I was completely flat. And you saw me in my swimsuit, no padding whatsoever!"

"That doesn't matter," Dylan shrugged, still too embarrassed to look at her. "Your face... and your legs... your figure..." He seemed to struggle to find words that wouldn't embarrass him even more. "And you seemed so awesome whenever I watched your interviews. You're so open, and outgoing, and nice, and... I don't know any girls like that. I had such a crush on you."

"Wow..." Kimiko said, exhaling. "Nobody has ever said anything like that about me before." Here she'd thought he was just tit-obsessed, that he'd been singling her out because her chest was the biggest. And all that time it was actually because he likedher, not her tits.

"I can't believe that... you're so amazing," he said, quietly. "I wanted to meet you so bad while we were there, but... I never got the chance. I never stopped thinking about you. I wasthisclose to getting your contact info from ECNN's internal net, but I didn't have the courage..."

"Be glad you didn't, you could've gotten into a lot of trouble for accessing private information!" Kimiko laughed. "You were really that into me? Even without these?" She asked, lifting her enormous tits up towards Dylan's face. He stared at them, mesmerised.

"Yes, of course! You're amazing, and... and you were already hot," he stammered, seemingly surprised he was saying this. "Not that they don't make you even hotter," he added, almost whispering, "but you never needed them."

"Well that's just great!" Kimiko said sarcastically, throwing her hands up. "I finally got tits, and now I meet the one guy who would've liked me even without them. If I'd met you sooner, maybe none of this would've happened, and I wouldn't be putting my friends through this! Thanks, life!"

"I'm not sorry it happened," Dylan said softly. "It meant I finally got to meet you." He then looked straight at her, seemingly trying to gather his resolve. "Do... do you think maybe we could hang out later? I mean, after all this is over?"

"A date?" Kimiko asked, brightly. He was very cute... and he really liked herandher tits! "That sounds great! But, I don't know yet if I'll still have these after this is over. What if they revert me to how I was before?" She really didn't want to think about it; she hoped she could at least get normal, big tits after this was over; she knew this size wouldn't be practical even though she'd miss being so huge, but she definitely never wanted to be flat again.