This is a story about breast expansion, fantasy worlds, and exploration. If you don’t like any of those things, this story is probably not for you.







It was a good day. A good week even. Perri’s meditative practice kept her reoccurring issues at bay. For a moment, she thought maybe she’d be able to ride in a car. She chuckled at the teasing thought. There’s no way I’d be able to keep this luck up, she thought to herself.



Even being so close to the pacific, the winding ridges of the town of Cliffrun attracted quite a cool January breeze. As it was with all of her trips, she was prepared. Food. Spare clothes. A tent and orienteering gear. The most important of her gear was built to last. Her hiking boots had lasted 500 miles and would last that distance again. Her pants were heavy enough to block the midwinter gales, and her jacket was about the warmest thing she’d ever worn. It was her most expensive belonging for good reason.



She cycled back and forth through her meditative routine. The path forward was clear: The steep incline leveled out ahead and curved around the mountain. She would follow the outside of the road for a view over the town. Even so close to the cliff face, it was safer that way with the wide earthen path besides the road. Next she checked her body again. Everything was as it should be, long wind worn red hair, a slender body with generous natural curves.



Marveled at her mental discipline, she laughed at how vain she would appear to anyone reading her thoughts. Who spends so much time thinking of the state of their own body besides athletes and narcissists? She laughed again.



As she rounded the curve, the road continued to meander around the rocky cliffs. A sleepy village was nestled on the side of the mountain. The first building that came into sight was a huge old forestry service log building that had been converted into a storefront. Perri imagined that the deck stretching around the back of the building must have an absolutely superb view. She set her path in her mind, around the bend, up the stairs, and around the building. Then she checked her body again, and hiked toward the overlook.



The building had a big sign on the front that read ‘Myre’s Ice Cream’. Perri figured an ice cream cone wouldn’t be an unwelcome mid hike snack.



She marched up the steps onto the deck. As expected, the view was indeed spectacular. She could see all the places she had visited in the last few days of her travel. The touristy hub on the beaches far below didn’t look so vibrant in the midday sun. It looks more like a quaint village from such a high altitude. Further up, the roof of Stoneshear college, green with copper patina, stuck out imposingly among the rest of downtown Cliffrun. The students there really knew how to party, and sent her on the way with a bottle of a whisky aged in casks made from local wood. Higher up on the mountainside there was Cliffrun National Park, the only remaining forest in the state with old growth redwoods in it. Even though she wasn’t supposed to, she had a souvenir pine cone dangling from her backpack.



Her chest was tight. Tingling. Oh no. Stop. It’s no problem. I got it under control. She ran through her thoughts again checking her body and giving herself a path. The sensation went away. Then she routed her path forward again. She’d walk in through the back double doors of the ice cream shop and buy an ice cream.



Perri took a deep breath and hiked inside. The bell jingled as the door open and shut. The high timber ceiling was impressive and inspired a sort of industrial reverence in her. She wondered if they were dusty - not because she would have judged the proprietor as being lazy, but because she wondered if someone took the time to climb up and clean it. Maybe on a good day she could shimmy up the arched beams to see if there was any thing hidden in the upper boughs of the timber construction. Beyond wire-framed glass patio tables and behind a granite counter, a pretty young woman waved and greeted her.



“Hi! Welcome to Myre’s Ice Cream. I’m Myre! It’s a great view, isn't it? Besides that, is there anything I can get you?” Myre was all smiles and had red hair just like Perri. She had on a black t-shirt, and a pink apron stained with washed splotches of chocolate.



“It really is beautiful," Perri agreed. "I’ve been around a lot of places - this town really is quite scenic. I’d love to go to Europe. Some of the vistas on the Mediterranean must be amazing to see in person. Croatia. Turkey. I'm sure there dozens more. Hundreds even!” Perri mused.



“I’ve never been there. I haven’t been to many places out of state really. And I can’t really spend much time away when I’m the only employee of my business.” Myre laughed.



Perri smiled. She looked up at the big sign overhead advertising prices, then she looked at the cooler to pick a flavor. Cliffrun Collision? Oh it’s a kind of rainbow sherbet. Fancy. What’s this? Myre’s Marvelous Mix? Peanut butter, hazelnut, chocolate and coffee? Wow that must be some flavor! With her thoughts distracted, her chest tingled. It tightened. Maybe strawberry or blueberry would be better though. They’re reliable flavors. The sensation in her chest continued. Her jacket creaked. She leaned over on the glass and tapped each of the flavors. Ignoring to encroaching cold. Or maybe just chocolate or vanilla would be fine. If you can’t make a good chocolate, then should you really make ice cream?



“Um…” Myre grunted.



“Oh? Is everything alright?” Perri groaned as she stood up straight.



“Uhh, I was going to ask you that. Are you okay?” Myre covered her mouth, and looked on with confused and curious eyes.”



Oh. I messed up again. Perri looked down. Her jacket and shirt were stretched by her now much bigger, much heavier breasts. They were the size of ripe melons and weighed just as much. The glass coverign the displayed flavors, had circles of condensation where her breasts had expanded onto. The zipper on her coat threatened to break. Thankfully, merely looking at them made them stop growing, and slowly start to shrink. She looked back up at Myre and gave her a ‘shit happens' shrug. From Myres continued confused face, it was clear she didn’t relate. While keeping her heavy chest in her thoughts, she tried to assuage Myre’s confusion. “Oh this - it’s nothing. It’s just a thing. That happens. Don't worry about it! Can I get a chocolate ice cream cone? I still have a lot of hiking to do. And being able to walk and eat would be better.”



Myre didn’t move. “You’re not going to… explode or something, are you?”



“Oh. No! This happens all the time. It makes getting around hard sometimes but -” She spun on one foot, to show off her nimbleness “ -but I’m used to it.” The weight of her breasts threw her off balance and she stumbled backward. Her panicked footfalls stepped on unfamiliar ground, she crashed over a wire framed patio chair. She fell.



Fwoop.



And she continued to fall. Blue sky was above her. To her right a black stone cliff was rapidly rising past her. Shit shit shit! I forgot to think where I was going. Uhh. Quick! Uhhhh! How to fix it? Oh! She closed her eyes and stopped paying attention to where she was traveling. It didn’t matter that she was hurtling toward the ground. It didn’t matter she would splat. It was fine. Man the sky is pretty isn't it? I wonder if clouds are warm or cold. I wonder if they have a taste?



Fwoop.



She teleported again. Immediately, she struck an endless stream of tree branches. She reached her hands out and slowed her fall by grappling with fibrous limbs. Thump! She smacked against the ground.



She grunted with pain. Despite it she returned to her routine thoughts to protect herself. To stop herself from unwillingly being teleported, she planned out how she would get up and where she would go. And to stop her breasts from expanding out of her control, she thought about them. Clinically. How big they were. Their weight. Their shape. How they felt.



In between those thoughts, she assessed herself. Covered in pine needles and splinters. A bit dirty. Probably bruised. But otherwise healthy! She climbed to her aching feet and searched for the clearest path outward.



“Hah.” She laughed to herself. Again she was distracted. Though she kept a clear thought on where she was going, her mind wandered from her obsessive self assessment of her body. The blame was clear. There was a freestanding door in the middle of a forest clearing. Carved of oak. Clean. Shut. Her breasts swelled with the significance of her distraction. Without thinking, she unzipped her coat, letting herself expand. That door was curious. There were pale glowing symbols along the frame of it.



She plotted the path forward to the door in her mind. In the time it took her to cautiously sneak over to the mysterious carpentry, her breasts swelled to the size of prize winning watermelons, stretching her teal shirt to its considerable limits. Their massive weight pulled attention from the door. Not entirely, but enough to halt the expansion of her chest further. The door was warm to the touch, like it had been standing in the desert heat all day. A quick path around it confirmed it was just as it appeared to be. A door. With a laugh she turned the brass knob and opened the door.



“Hellooooo? Anybody there? Oh. Holy shit...”



The door opened to another place. A place unlike anything she’d ever seen before. A dirt path stretched forward into void before meeting perpendicularly with a much larger dirt path. Unlike the forest surrounding the clearing on her side of the door, the path through the door didn’t have anything surrounding it. Nothing. Aside from those strips of dirt, there was blackness. Endless blackness but not darkness. The paths were perfectly visible and illuminated by source-less overcast light.



With her heart pounding she stepped through the door. The Road stretched seemingly endlessly to her left and right. To her astonishment, jutting off from the Road there were other small paths connecting to other doors both ostentatious and mundane. She walked forward to the center of this road floating in a sea of void.



In a curious excitement, she rushed across the way to another door made from purple wood. As she swung it open, she saw a valley made of giant purple crystals, with a path of shimmering purple sand weaving through. She rushed to another door and found a ruined city colored only in black and white. Each new door revealed a strange new world. Plants made of fire. A world with the most spectacular rainbow hues. An endless library embroiled in a storm of swirling burning books and scrolls.



Stepping back into the center of the Road, She laughed and marveling at all the Doors. A quote from a book ran through her mind. 'The Road goes ever on and on down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, and I must follow, if I can, pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say’



Without hesitation, she wandered down the Road away from the door where her journey began.