He couldn’t take it any longer. He was in physical pain after witnessing what most men would consider a living heaven. Robby screamed for release, allowing his innermost primal sexual instincts and urges to run loose. His desires grew tenfold as their hands rubbed against him and their bodies bumped into his own. His cravings began to manifest inside of him. He wanted-- no-- he NEEDED more!! His eyes rested once more on the heavily gifted blonde. He licked his lips as he saw one of her protruding nipples through the T-shirt, obviously braless.

"I think he likes the new you, Katie," Jeri chirped. "He's staring at your big boobies!" she grinned.

Rob did not speak, his brain rapt with desire from the immensity of the chest heaving right before him, her breathing causing them to swell and shrink before his very eyes. More...he craved them.

With one swift gesture, he reached out for the microphone and spoke quickly and clearly into it, "Women Breasts 1 Cup Size Bigger!" and slammed, arms unbent, on the all too familiar big red button.

*Bon!* The changes occurred within the blink of an eye.

The girls gasped as they all looked down at their pajama-masked breasts. In unison, their boobs jiggled outwards, shaking up and down from the increased weight of womanly flesh now hanging so alluringly from them.

Denise snapped her gaze away from her recently increased bust just in time to see Robby press the button once more.

Their breasts sunk closer to their belly buttons but maintained their beautiful shapes. He watched, fixated as their nipples dragged against their pajamas, which naturally enlarged to accommodate this new world of more well endowed women. Rob’s eyes glazed over as a wave of realization swept over him. In this world, the average cup size for women was a D.

“What have you done!?” Kate screamed, staring at her massive F-cups resting beautifully against her chest. “I kinda like it.” Jeri chimed in as she hefted her newly gifted Ds.

Jennifer looked up from her latino E cups with a sour expression. “What gives you the right to change our bodies against our will?!”

Rob heard nothing. His eyes were focused on her creamy chocolate cleavage spilling out of her pajamas.

“For the lust of all mankind!!” Rob slammed onto the button for the third time!

Something wasn't right though. Something had gone terribly wrong! The world froze around him and a giant rumble began to shake the ground he stood on. The giant machine he had become all too familiar with began to ripple, like a disturbance on the surface of a pond. Suddenly the machine became heavily distorted, vibrating and stretching in ways that Rob never knew possible. Then, within a blink of an eye the machine had disappeared-- just like that. There was no sign of it.

Rob rubbed his head. What happened?

He looked around the room. There was no sign of the girls or the machine. They too had vanished into thin air. Things had suddenly become all too strange. Amidst the confusion, Rob cautiously climbed the basement stairs, unsure of what awaited him on the other side of the basement door.

The kitchen floor sparkled taintlessly as Rob made his way out of the basement. He caught the tip of Josh's head poking out from over the head of the couch, still sitting by the TV. How strange...

"Josh?" he said, making his way over to him.

"What's up bud? You get those drinks yet?"

"Huh? Oh, I uh.." His mind was completely cluttered. What the hell was going on?!

"Sorry, no, I forgot. I'll go get them now." Walking towards the refrigerator, Rob had only just realized that he hadn't regained his stature back, and neither had Josh. Rob's mind calculated, "That must mean..."

He grabbed two cans of soda and began to make his way back. Rob wondered what could have changed.

"Man! It took you long enough!" Josh complained, snapping the can open with lightning speed.

"Yea, sorry 'bout that. I was a bit... distracted."

Robby sat down and joined Josh, paying little to no attention at what was on TV.

Moments later, the soft rustling of a key caused the two boys to turn their heads towards the direction of the sound.

"I'm home!" Mrs.Robinson announced.

"I bought you boys some food. Hopefully it's enough for all of us. I swear, that girl keeps getting bigger and bigger everyday now!" Rob assumed she was talking about Denise.

Mrs.Robinson sat the grocery bags down on the kitchen counter, and began putting things away.

Rob couldn't help but take a friendly stare directly at Josh's mom's breasts, having little to no concern with whether she would catch him glancing or not. By God they had ballooned in size! Just like all the other girls before the collapse of the Machine, her breasts had swelled two full cup sizes larger, making her what looked like a VERY full E.

Robby shuttered. He envisioned his lips suction cupped onto one of her gigantic udders as they hung without restriction in her shirt, latching onto it for dear life. He sighed in content.

"You alright Rob? You seem...distant." Josh asked, concerned.

"Wha-huh? Oh.... yea. I'm alright." He had to figure out what was going on.

The front door flew open once more and in walked a girl… no, a woman… a goddess…

Not the Denise he had remembered shooing away when playing video games with Josh. Not the little girl he remembered having no sexual desire towards. The puny, skinny little Denise was no more. In walked the very same Denise he had helped craft from earlier, hefting breasts just as large as her mother's, high on her chest. "Hey guys!" Denise waved.

"How's it goin' sis?" Josh politely asked, getting up.

"Not bad, not bad."

This was very strange, Rob thought. Not only were the two siblings not arguing-- which Rob was all too accustomed to seeing, but Denise didn't seem to so much as take a second glance towards him at all. Could it be possible that she doesn't have memories of the Machine at all? Were men always the shorter sex to her?

Josh stood around 5'4" inches tall which was apparently still very average for a man. However, when he got up to give his 'little' sister a hug Rob was stunned to find out Denise’s chin met with his eyes.

Rob beamed once more at Denise's breasts from afar, being pressed up against Josh's collarbone, squeezing heavily against him due to their powerful hug. Rob couldn't help but appreciate what he had helped create.

"Dinner's ready!" called Mrs.Robinson. "Get your tooshes over here before it gets cold!"

Everyone ran to the dinner table and sat down, eager to get some food into their mouth.

Dinner conversations ran scarce, as everyone was very intent on eating their food undisturbed. Denise reclined relaxingly in her chair, listening to music on her ipod while Josh focused on stuffing his face.

Rob noted Denise’s mannerisms felt off. The way she postured herself felt more confident and perhaps even more authoritative. And it seemed her relationship with her mother became more communal and less mother-daughter.

Rob then shifted his gaze over to Josh. He appeared so much more simple minded than before. He appeared innocent to the events happening around him. Rob knew this wasn't his best friend, the boy genius. The guy he knew who would so willingly dip his toes into danger if it meant creating something new and life changing.This was not the boy who created the Machine from scratch and brought him into this altered world in the first place! He pondered whether to even mention the very existence of that machine to Josh or not. It was risky. He didn't want to come off as a psycho...or cause the world to implode or something.

With a knife and fork in hand, Rob continued to contemplate the trail ahead of him.

As far as he knew it, both men and women were treated as equals in this 'version' of the world. It could only mean that the roles of both genders have not yet been significantly altered enough to snap the relationship of how women and mean live amongst each other. The average man was now 5'4 and women at 5'10, he realized....an exact swap of both heights! Rob chuckled as he reasoned, "That must be why women aren't ruling the world quite yet."

Rob gave a big sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was to become a slave and be worked to death by the opposite sex. With all his problems settled and his mind finally at rest, Rob accepted that he could live comfortably in a world that had only simply been crafted with slightly taller, more busty women. There was no harm in that. In fact...it was better for a lust-crazed guy like himself.

Something caught Rob's attention though. He looked over at Mrs.Robinson who had been eating silently at the head of the table, with her big breasts pressed tightly up against the side. Rob watched as she made an uncomfortable expression and held her hand up to her heart. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Denise had absentmindedly done the same. Extreme thoughts began to flood Rob’s mind. Did this world come with even more health concerns?! He must’ve harmed women by making them have much larger breasts on their frames! How could he live with himself?!

It seemed well within an instant that both women seemed to simply readjust themselves in their seats. It really didn't look like anything out of the ordinary...that is until their 'adjusting' started to assist them in creeping up higher and higher up the chair's frames.

Rob snapped his gaze over to Denise who looked completely unaware of what was going on. There she was, listening to music while sipping some soup and shuffling through her fashion magazine.

Rob was obviously extremely afraid of where this was all heading. A sense of no longer being in control set in. There was no machine and there was no easy way to stop these changes from happening! Would they stop?

The minuscule jolts of growth came in what looked like hiccups. The two women bounced slightly each time their heads rose a fraction of an inch, still completely unaware of their ever developing bodies. *Bah Bum*

It went on for what felt like was hours to Rob. He struggled to maintain a nonchalant expression, drinking in his soup slowly with an unsteady hand as the women sprouted in their seats. *Bah Bum* Several times he would end up bringing his spoon to his lips only to find its contents had all but fallen back into the bowl.

The blossoming Denise lifted her bowl high up into the air and tilted the last remaining drops into her gullet, all the while silently stretching taller as her shoulders broadened simultaneously. *Bah Bum* Rob couldn't help but take some time to admire the stress lines her breasts created in her thin T-shirt. Boy were they stressed.

*Bah Bum* Rob could hear the chairs creak as more and more weight was slowly added on. This was beginning to become too much. Rob was visibly sweating. These women were becoming too much for his small male brain to handle, and he needed to get out of the situation NOW!

Rob took a deep breath, mustering all his strength into one calm, yet assertive sentence.

"T-thank you for the meal, Mrs.Robinson." Rob's voice squeaked.

"Oh, you're very welcome Robby!" She stood up to join Rob's already standing position. Her imposing height physical weighed down his will to move. "Is your mother expecting you home so soon?"

Rob nodded profusely.

"Ok, well I'll box up some of the left overs. You tell your mother I said hello, alright?"

Rob watched as the extremely over-endowed Mrs.Robinson turned her back towards Rob and headed into the kitchen.

Then it hit him...like a rock-hard brick to the face.... What happened to his family?