Horsetits: A Tale of Excess - Alternate Ending

Story by killenor on SoFurry

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#3 of Horsetits


Warning: Adult Content, Breast Expansion, Inflation, Popping

Horsetits: A Tale of Excess Started - 8/12/2011 by: Killenor Finished - 1/01/2011

*** --- Ending 2 --- ***

"All Abort Attempts Failed. Biorhythms Exceeding Sensor Tolerance. Emergency Shut Down Active."

Then it all went dark.

The computer's failsafes had kicked in, aborting the treatment in the most direct way possible. Unfortunately, this did not allow for the withdrawal of the tendrils, nor did it close the serum drip valves. Though there was no power to work the pumps, simple capillary pressure forced yet more enhancement serum into Carolyn's body.

Carolyn regained her senses, though she felt more like she was in a dream-fog than actually awake. She looked out to see the huge mounds of her breasts arching away before her eyes, and immediately she knew something was wrong. She felt oddly disjointed and there was pressure on her back like she was hanging off the table somehow. One hand moved to feel in insane arch of her breast which pressed down upon her abdomen, one of a pair of massive weights. She reached her delicate lady-parts and felt a plastic cup there. But suddenly she felt pressure, slow and steady, building against her arm! Craning her head to the side, she saw that the skin on her shoulder was slowly, but visibly growing before her very vision!

Quickly she turned her head to look the other way, noting with some mixture of gratefulness and horror that the mirror had been left in the room the entire time. What she saw shocked her beyond rational thought. She was growing! Her breasts looked like two giant jelly-filled balloons resting upon her chest, expanding at a rate that she knew should be reserved for beach-balls. Her hips were widening too, not nearly as fast, but certainly fast enough. To make matters worse, her face looked puffy and distended as if she had suddenly gained an obscene amount of weight!

Struggling against her own body's expanding dimensions; she managed to roll herself off the table and onto the cold tile floor. The sudden freezing chill upon her giant breasts and monstrous nipples as she met the ground triggered within her an immediate climax that sent her knees buckling. Whatever weight had been upon her chest was now suddenly relieved, but just as surely pushing her face away from the ground. Unable to turn her head now, she flailed with her arms and kicked with her legs, hoping to gain some sort of purchase that she might try to find help.

Though her hooves clipclopped upon the tiles, she found that the bulk of her breasts allowed nothing more than the odd wiggle. Likewise her arms scratched at the ground, but her bosom was now so large that only her fingertips touched the ground. Panic shot through her as she realized that nothing was slowing down or stopping at all and, as her fingertips left the ground, might not stop until... until...

Carolyn screamed out, hoping someone... anyone... would be able to hear and do something. Her frantic mind couldn't imagine what that 'something' could be, but anything would do!

Now her expanding hips forced her feet from the ground. The flesh around her cheeks had puffed to such an extent that she couldn't make a sound at all. Her eyes went wide as she felt herself suspended entirely by tit and hip flesh. Her legs and arms flailed feebly against empty air as she attempted in vain to contact something.

Just as she thought that the last thing she would see was a tile floor, her eyes closed over with expanding facial flesh, casting her world into a suffocating darkness.

***

Doctor Chesterfield skipped merrily toward the staff entrance, her well supported bust bouncing merrily with her. In her hands were a pair of Starbucks cups, steaming through their tiny vent-holes into the evening air. Oh how she loved her eleven o'clock venti quadruple shot white mocha and venti quadruple shot caramel macchiato! They were easily her fourth favorite coffee trip of the evening!

Humming a cheerful tune, she stopped at the entrance, hooked her foot into the door, and pulled it open with dexterous grace. This was only mildly complicated by her sipping from one of her cups while balanced upon her other foot. Skipping inside she headed down to her lab, hoping to catch up on some late night biometric correlation tables. Of course, she hadn't been gone long. Just long enough to have... what... three coffee breaks and a vigorous romp with Tatianna, and the hunky barista, before the tired lil' birdie had to go home? Plenty of time for work!

Smiling to herself as she finished her macchiato and tossed the cup expertly into a nearby bin, she pushed open the door to her lab... and nearly dropped her mocha! There, in the middle of the room... and almost to the walls of the room... was a massive, expanding ball of flesh! Dimples in the sides suggested where limbs and a head may have once been, but now it was just a jiggly balloon that was covered with about three hairs for every few square inches! Inwardly she reflected that the room must have been easily twenty feet across, if not more. Now this giant mass threatened to crush itself against her computer banks!

Worried for her data, Chesterfield set her coffee down gently on the floor and then dashed through the rapidly narrowing gap between the fleshball and the walls. Hurriedly she hit she power button and ejected her remote pad from the console before dashing back through the gap. Nearing the door, she let out a squeak of surprise as she felt the warm, pulsing flesh push against her, attempting to smush her against the wall. Looking desperately at the obstruction, she noticed the smoothness and coloration suggested that she was being crushed by a nipple wider than her entire body!

A burst of lapine will and a kick of her powerful feet sent her tumbling free through the lab door. Snatching her coffee from the ground with her spare hand, she turned to witness the expansion of dark flesh against her beloved lab. Groans of strained equipment reverberated through the air, telling of casings buckling and metal bending under enormous pressure. What force must be being exerted for that to happen, Chesterfield thought idly.

Thanks to her remote pad, she quickly set all her recent data to upload to its online storage, then perusing the latest results, the ones that presumably caused this mess; she searched for some meaning as to why her lab was full of... someone. Someone... Jane Doe... had accessed her computer while she had been on her coffee/sex breaks! Worse yet, that someone had set the machine to maximum power! Someone who... had signs of a previous treatment?!

"Carolyn!" Chesterfield exclaimed happily as she guessed correctly, "Oh you silly, silly girl! I did tell you not to exert yourself didn't I?"

Now, full of sadistic and righteous glee, Chesterfield made a break for a nearby stairwell. Idly she flicked on her pad's video camera and drained the last of her coffee. Hearing the strain of the supports from the room behind, she giggled amusedly and turned to bound up the steps, four at a time. By the time she reached the rooftop, her pad registered that the main computer was no longer online. No matter though, thought Chesterfield, all the data had made it to the remote server in Singapore long before that!

A horrendous crunching sound alerted her ears toward the spot under which her lab sat. Training her camera upon the spot and flicking on the low-light filter, she watched with great interest as the massive Carolyn blob forced its way through the roof, sending screeching sounds of tortured support beams echoing through the night. The building beneath her feet shuddered mightily, though it was not nearly enough to make her think of leaving. Purely out of scientific interest, Dr. Chesterfield pulled out the tiny mic attachment of her pad and activated a recording.

"Subject Jane Doe has begun growing unexpectedly after last treatment. She has now completely filled the lab room; a space that I believe was something on the order of five hundred square feet or so. Total volume on the order of seven point five thousand cubic feet I'd guess. I estimate that all the equipment inside has been destroyed as the sounds you're now hearing are the wall supports bending. Thank gawd for insurance... I'll have to give Tatianna an extra special licking for hooking us up with that insurance guy. Not sure when expansion will stop of how much pressure is..."

Krrrrraaaaaa-CRUNCH!

***

Carolyn was alone in suffocating darkness. Her senses were well beyond her now. All she could feel was pressure. All she could hear was the dull pulse of her body shutting down and the groan of stretching flesh. There was nothing to breathe, nowhere to go, and no way to move. Her thoughts were jumbled and dull, clouded by the pressure all around her, crushed within her own flesh. Still, what moments of lucidity remained her were ones of sadness and regret. She should have listened... now at the end all she could think of was how she'd had everything... had it all and lost it.

Oh well... At least she wouldn't die a virgin.

***

The interior walls of the building gave way as the impossibly large blob kept growing, pushing out the infrastructure so that sections of roof simply caved in. A horrid stretching sound quickly followed as the dust and debris settled.

"Subject Jane Doe, suspected to be Carolyn Seabiscuit, has reacted very poorly to subsequent treatments set to maximum before the augmentation matrix fully settled. Note: Thank Diana for filing that waiver A.S.A.P. It's gonna come in handy. Anyways. Subsequent treatment has caused... unexplained growth. The roof has caved in and so have many of the support walls. Oh wow! She looks like a muffin now! Ahem... Subject is now an amorphous... thing... that appears to still be growing! No current hypothesis for the source of increasing mass or for such extreme expansion. Uncertain if the subject remains alive. Speculate that with mounting internal pressures and known skin elasticity, the subject might..."

KTHOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

A deafening bang knocked Chesterfield off her sturdy feet, flinging her backward to land on her full and cushioning backside. Quickly she scrambled to recover herself, hoping to see what had gone on. Rather surprisingly she found herself to be on a narrow ledge of what was left of the rooftop, miraculously unbroken in the wake of destruction.

"Update. Subject has... exploded!" said the doctor as she surveyed the damage, "This is why we have insurance!" Her lab was in shambles and so was almost a quarter of the building. Even as she gazed at the veritable crater, bits of debris began to rain down around her.

Suddenly, the floodlight from a police helicopter kicked on, bathing the area in bright light. Strangely, she didn't remember hearing a helicopter coming at all! Never the less, as she stared at the hole with the aid of the light... the pilot and crew having been equally fascinated by the damage... she felt something land upon her. Searching with her hand revealed a colorful bit of confetti... and then she noticed that more of it was raining down from the sky!

Confetti?!

Quickly, she brought the pad's mic to her lips again.

"Well this is extremely interesting... I'm definitely going to have to run a few more tests... Email to Tatianna, tell her I need to draw up some DoD grant proposals in the morning. I think I need more coffee."

MORAL: Don't be greedy. Appreciate what you've got, and what you can get, but don't go messing with experimental medical equipment.