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From: Vincent Carter <vince@thecablecompany.com>
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Subject: Repost for niteowl: desecrat.txt
Date: Thu, 24 Jul 1997 21:13:17 -0500
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Ii was 4 AM and the light bulb had blown. His studies would end
here for tonight, he thought.  A scream of frustration welled in
his throat.  So close!  Another few hours of the usual intense
concentration, and the deepest secrets of living tissue would
have been his.  But now his concentration was broken; the
secret would remain beyond his grasp for - how long?  A day?
A year?  There was no way of knowing.  He uttered a few words
in a language more ancient than mankind and erased a space
in the circle of violet chalk which surrounded him and walked up
the cold, stone steps of the basement.
He made his way to his bedchamber, and tossed and turned for
an hour, his mind seething with rage against fate.  Finally, he
dropped off to sleep, and he dreamed.
Upon awakening, the secret was his.
The alarm clock rang.  It was Sunday morning, and Patricia
O'Brien needed to start getting ready to get to Mass at Our Lady
of Perpetual Mercy.  She'd been going there since her family
had moved her from Ireland at the age of eight.  She pushed
back the covers and nearly tripped over her long flannel
nightgown.  The nights went by so fast!  Patty trudged to the
bathroom and closed the door behind her, stripped off her
bedclothes, and caught her reflection in the full-length mirror.
She examined herself attentively.  Despite her morning
appearance, she thought herself fairly attractive.  Her flaming
red hair hung nearly to her waste, accentuating the whiteness of
her skin, punctuated by a few cinnamon freckles on her
shoulders and upper arms.  Her green eyes squinted back at
her, still full of sleepiness and irritated by the morning light.  She
brushed her teeth and stepped on the scale.  The LED display
read 128 lbs.  She smiled knowingly to herself.  She was nearly
thirty, but still had the body of an 18 year old.  She'd seen the
bodies of so many women of her age begin to sag and crease,
and she reveled momentarily in the thought that her small
breasts were still as pert as ever, that no cellulite showed on her
thighs, that no crows' feet marred her smooth white face.

"Vanity is a sin.", she mumbled to herself, and stepped into the
shower.

The hot water from the shower massage pounded into her
shoulders and back.  She washed her hair, then lathered up the
soap and began scrubbing her shoulders and neck, working her
way downward to her breasts.  As her hands swept over them,
she felt a slight surge, but did her best to suppress the urge to
keep lathering her teacup-sized tits and continued down.  When
her hand reached the juncture of her thighs, she paused a
moment.  It felt so good...

But she'd be late if she didn't get moving!  She took the shower
nozzle and sprayed the soap from her body.  But when she
reached the curly patch of red hair, she knew she was going to
be late for the first service.  "There's another one after that.",
she thought, and let the showerhead linger there for a little
while.

She brought her other hand down and ran a light finger over her
pussy lips, sending a chill up her spine that caused her to
shudder slightly.  She brought the nozzle closer to her vagina,
and received a jolting, quivering sensation that quickly fanned
over her entire body into a quaking warmth.  With her other
hand, she spread her labia apart slightly and gently stroked her
delicate inner lips.  The back of her thumb glossed smoothly
over her clitoris, and she shook again.  She pressed two fingers
against her clit and began rubbing in circles, causing her legs to
go weak and a gasp to escape from her lips.

She pressed the palm of her hand against her cunt and began
kneading.  Her clit became engorged and received delightful
friction from the palm of her hand.  She threw her head back,
dropped the showerhead, and leaned against the wall of the
shower for support as she felt her juices drip from her steamy
box.  She let out a low moan, and her head swam in ecstasy.
Her nipples became rock hard, and she knew she was going
to...

She heard a loud buzz.  It was the doorbell!  "Ah, Shit.", she
mouthed silently.  It was Marcy.  She'd forgotten that Marcy had
agreed to meet her here today, so that she wouldn't have to ride
in that smelly, graffiti covered bus to the church.  She couldn't
leave Marcy waiting in the cold November morning while she
stood masturbating in the shower!

Patty flung the door of the shower stall open in obvious disgust
and picked up her nightgown, yanked it over her head in near-
rage onto her still-dripping body, and went to the door of her
ground floor flat.
As she opened the door, she began to say, "Good morning
Mar...", and stopped in mid-word.  It wasn't Marcy after all;
instead, standing in her doorway was an odd looking man
dressed in a black suit and wearing a hat with the brim pulled
down over his eyes.

"Good morning, miss.", said the stranger.

"Can I help you?", retorted Patty, "Are you selling something?"

The stranger chuckled and said, "No, not at all!  I have a gift for
you.  Please, take this with you while you go about your
business today."  The stranger reached into a pocket and
produced a very queer looking brooch set with fiery purple
stones.  Patty looked at him in disbelief.

"Is this some kind of joke?  What do you REALLY want from
me?", she asked.

"Nothing... nothing at all.  Please, just wear this.  It would be
very rude for you to turn down this gift.  I promise you, I want
nothing in return.  You'll never see me nor hear from me after
this morning."

Patty took the brooch from the stranger's hand and thanked
him.  In return, he just smiled, touched the brim of his hat, and
turned and walked away.  Still bewildered, Patty closed the
door... and locked it.

She examined the brooch.  It really was quite beautiful, although
she'd never seen anything quite like it before.  She put it down
on the shelf just inside the door and went back to her bedroom
and got dressed.  She put on her Sunday best, a demure floral
print dress with a skirt to her ankles, and put her hair up in a
bun as was her custom.  No sooner had she finished this than
the doorbell rang again, and this time, thankfully, it was Marcy.
As she hurried from her apartment, she grabbed the brooch and
pinned it to her chest.
Marcy chattered away happily as they drove the half mile to
church.   Patty still couldn't get the thought of the stranger out of
her head.  She paid no attention to the idle gossip that flowed
from Marcy's mouth like a brook.  When they got to the first
stoplight, two blocks from her house, Patty noticed a tickling itch
in both her breasts.  She didn't want to be rude, so she ignored
it as best as she could, but it became more and more intense,
and within another two blocks, she couldn't help herself
anymore.  As surreptitiously as she could, she raised a hand
and began scratching her left breast.  Marcy didn't notice.  But
when she began to scratch her right, Marcy shot her a glance
that let Patty know she'd been seen.
"I'm sorry, Marcy," she began, "I can't help it.  They itch
something fierce!  Must be dry skin..."
But by the time she uttered these words, it became apparent
that scratching through her dress would do her no good.  The
more she scratched, the more she itched.  "Are you gonna do
that in church, too?" asked Marcy
"I hope not.", replied Patty, continuing to scratch at both of her
breasts now.  The itching feeling grew, changing from a tickling
to a burning.
"Patty!  That's so rude!  Now, stop it, we're at the church.
Someone will see you!"
Patty opened her car door, and the itching in her tits turned into
a feeling of molten fire.  Something deep inside seemed to be
burning hot, and she felt her face flush as she stifled her urge to
keep scratching, even though it did no good.

Patty hurried up the steps, mumbling vague greetings to the
familiar faces she saw around her.  She dashed right past the
others, and made a beeline for the bathroom.  Once there, she
went into a stall and closed the door behind her.

She lifted her dress over her head and removed her A-cup bra.
Her breasts looked bright red, as if sunburned, and the nipples
were standing out and swollen.  She began scratching, but it did
nothing, just as before.  The scratching soon turned into a
kneading motion, and she felt her burning titties pulsate beneath
her soft palms.  This seemed to help a bit, but the feeling of her
hands squeezing and massaging began to really turn her on.
Still, every time she stopped, it got worse.  Her breasts itched and
throbbed, and so she kept on stroking and squeezing.

Pretty soon, she knew where all this was headed.  She could
feel her pussy getting damper, and her panties began sticking to
her labia.  She kept at her tender breasts with one hand, and
shoved the other one into her panties.  Her pussy was already
juicy and hot, and she had no trouble finding her clit.  She
rubbed it and pinched it, working it in slow circles, all the while
caressing her tits.  She soon found that it relieved the
discomfort even better if she tugged at her nipples slightly, and
so she did this.

The sensations became overwhelming.  She sat down on the
toilet with the cover closed and slipped two fingers into her wet
crack, pumping them in and out at top speed as she continued
to soothe her aching tits with her other hand.  She began to let
out sharp pants as she came nearer and nearer to orgasm.  Her
right hand became nothing but a blur as it pumped her seething
hole full of fingers.  She sucked in a sharp breath and then let
out a howl.  Every muscle in her being spasmed and shook as
her juice spilled out of her cunt, over her buried fingers, and
onto the lid of the toilet.  She came once, and then went back to
it, frigging her tight pussy for all she was worth.  She came a
second time, and then a third within seconds.

Finally, she felt sated.  She unrolled some toilet paper and
wiped off her sticky fingers - and it was then that she heard a
voice in the room.

"Are you alright in there?", asked the voice.  Patty was
completely flustered.  How much had this woman heard?  "I'm...
uhhh... OK," muttered Patty.

She reached out to pick up her dress, and as she stood up, she
noticed an unfamiliar heaviness on her chest.  She looked
down, and noticed that her bustline had increased slightly.  Still,
there was no time to worry about that now.  At least the itching
had stopped.  She grabbed her bra and strapped it back on.  It
did seem a bit more confining than usual, but not enough to be
of any concern.  She put her dress back on and opened the
door.

She didn't know the face of the woman now confronting her.
She was olive-skinned, and Patty thought she was probably
Hispanic, although her voice bore no trace of an accent as she
queried, "Are you OK, really?  I heard all this noise..."

"Nothing," replied Patty, "Just irregularity.  Really, I'm alright."

"Your face is so flushed... are you sure you don't have a
fever?", said the woman, as she approached her without
outstretched hand, as if to feel for excess heat on Patty's
forehead.  Patty backed up a step, and insisted, "No, really, I'm
OK.  It's nothing."

"If you say so," said the strange woman.  Patty felt the burning
beginning again.  She so desperately wanted to rub the pain
away within seconds after it started.  A strange look crossed the
woman's face, and as Patty noticed it, she noticed something
else as well.

She felt the burning getting stronger, and without thinking
looked down at her chest.  Her bra was suddenly beyond snug
as her tits began to inflate.  Within a few moments, the back of
her bra was pressed deeply into her back, the straps biting into
her shoulders.  Patty looked up again, and the woman's face
showed a deep look of concern.

"I don't know how to say this," began the woman, "but if I didn't
know it was impossible, I'd say your bustline just increased
about an inch or two in a few seconds."

"I have this burning tingling sensation in ti... in my breasts.  I've
never felt anything like it before."  A tear welled from the corner
of Patty's eye.

"I'll get a doctor.", said the woman.

"No, please, don't go right now.  I don't want to be alone... and
besides, whatever it is, it can wait until mass is over.  Really, it
can.  It's just a bad itch.  What's your name?"

"Delores.  Delores Muldetto.  OK, I'll stay until Mass starts, but
promise me you'll go see a doctor afterwards, OK?"

"OK.  Thanks..."  The itch was becoming intolerable, and Patty
said, "Look, I've got to get rid of this bra.  Please, don't go!"

Patty ducked back into the stall and worked her bra off.  She
looked down at her tits, which were again sunburn-red.  She
started massaging them and the pain went away, but she could
also feel them getting heavier in her hands.  They had already
doubled in size, and the more she rubbed them, the larger they
got.  And the itching in her pussy was becoming as bad as the
itching in her breasts.  She's have to masturbate again.  Almost
without consciously noticing, she began, and before she
realized what was happening, her hand was in her panties,
furiously twiddling her clit.  She must have made noise, because
a knock came at the door of the stall.

"Are you OK in there?  What's happening?"

Patty opened the door, and Delores stood there with her jaw
gaping.  Patty's tits were visibly growing, albeit slowly.

"Delores, I'm sorry... I can't help it.  I know it's a sin, but they
hurt so much if I don't massage them.  Don't be offended..."
Patty went back to rubbing her tits and tugging at the nipples.

Delores stared on for awhile, until Patty said, "I'm so ashamed,
but I have to do this.", and then plunged a finger into her
steaming gash.  Delores stood trembling for a moment, not
knowing what to do, but becoming very hot herself at the sight
of this furiously frigging woman with the expanding boobs.  She
approached Patty, who had a look of both lust and confusion.
She placed her hand on Patty's tit, which had expanded to a C
cup by this time.  "Rub it!", Patty begged.

Delores did as she was told, and began to squeeze and stroke
Patty's breast as she masturbated.  "I've never touched another
woman like this before," she said sheepishly.

Patty hardly noticed this, and was able to reply only with a small
groan.  The swelling and aching in her breasts became almost
nonexistent, replaced now by a delirious desire.  She looked
deeply into Delores' eyes and said, "It feels so good.  Don't
stop."

Delores lowered her head and began to lick circles all over
Patty's naked tits, causing Patty to wriggle against her own
finger.  When Patty's nipple found it's way between Delores lips,
the sucking and gentle nipping bushed her over the brink.
Delores sucked hard as Patty gushed cum onto the bathroom
floor.

Delores' own cunt had become totally inflamed, and she began
to rub herself through her skirt.  Patty spun around and pushed
Delores' legs apart, and said "Let me thank you for helping me
so much." And then, as if compelled by a force beyond reason,
she tore the panties open with her teeth and fastened her lips
onto Delores hairy twat sucking out the sweet fluid she found
there.  Delores writhed and groaned and humped against
Patty's face as her hot tongue brought her to climax.  Delores
arched her back and grabbed Patty's head, pressing Patty's
tongue deep within her tunnel as her cum leaked onto Patty's
waiting lips.

"I've never done that before... God help me, what's happening
to me?", cried Patty.  She looked down at her watch.

"Look, it's time for Mass to start.  We'd better go... we have
enough sins to make up for now.  Missing Mass won't help
us...", she said.  The two women got dressed and left the
bathroom.  Patty's dress was rather snug in the chest now, but
she'd have to make do until the services were ended.


Patty soon found Marcy sitting in their usual spot, and Delores
joined them, seated on the other side of Patty from Marcy.
When Marcy saw Patty's changed figure, her eyes went wide,
but she thought her mind was playing tricks upon her and
refrained from commenting.  Father Casey appeared to begin
the service, and there was total silence in the church.
Patty bit her lip.  The burning began again.  Delores noticed
Patty's discomfort.  Beads of sweat broke out on Patty's
forehead as she fought to keep from feeling herself up right in
the middle of the congregation.  Marcy noticed Patty's sharp
breathing, and looked at her friend with an expression of some
consternation.  Patty glanced down at her chest again; the
heaviness had increased, and it was indeed apparent that the
material of her dress was stretched tightly across her tits,
showing off the outline of her still-hard nipples.  Marcy seemed
puzzled, but now was not the time to explain.
All through the service, the burning continued, and the dress
Patty wore was becoming tighter and tighter.  Her cup size was
probably a D at least, she thought to herself, but thankfully the
material was strong enough to hold her increasingly titanic tits
in.  She could feel the hot flesh being squeezed into the
armholes of her dress.  Delores kept gawking at Patty's chest,
causing Patty to cover herself modestly at times, but the
slightest contact with her aching breasts made her pussy drool
dew.  She clenched her thighs tightly to suppress the sensations
the constriction of her dress was causing.
Finally, it was time for communion, and the entire congregation
lined up to receive the blood and host.  Patty found standing up
to be a bit more of an effort than she remembered before, and
Delores and Marcy each grabbed one of her arms to help her.
The tightness and burning were becoming unbearable, and
Delores' hot gaze falling upon the ballooning melons was not
exactly helping.  Patty tried to muster a sense of humor, and
winked at Delores while licking her lips.  Delores didn't think it
was funny, and Marcy was absolutely shocked.

Father Casey came around finally to the three women waiting to
receive communion.  The priest couldn't help himself... he
stared in awe at Patty's chest, while Patty could do nothing but
twitch as she fought the urge to lovingly massage the pain from
her swelling bust.  Father Casey placed the host on Patty's
tongue, and it happened...

Patty lost all control of herself.  She ripped the front of her
dress, finally freeing her huge gazongas from their prison.  They
bounced free like playful puppies, the nipples now as thick
around as her pinkie.  Patty screamed, and then cried out, "Help
me, please!  Suck my tits!  Fuck me!  Oh, God, please, fuck
me!"

Father Casey just couldn't resist.  He grabbed both of Patty's
tits, letting the cup drop noisily to the floor.  The congregation
was in a total uproar now.  Nearly everyone stormed out of the
church, leaving only Patty, Marcy, Delores, Father Casey, and a
few lone male parishioners behind.

Father Casey knelt down and shoved Patty's throbbing nipple
into his mouth.  Marcy nearly fainted, and wound up sitting on
the floor.  Delores, for her part, pulled Patty's skirt down and
began stroking Patty's dripping pussy with her tongue.  The
other parishioners gathered round to gawk at the bizarre ritual
that seemed to be taking place.

Patty arched her back, and her fiery red hair spilled from it's
bun.  She grabbed Father Casey's head and pushed it harder
into her growing tit, while her other tit hung unattended down to
her navel.  Delores had now worked her tongue deeply into
Patty's cunt, and a couple of the men had pulled out hard cocks
and begun stroking themselves off.  Marcy looked on in stunned
disbelief, sitting on the floor silent and unblinking.  Suddenly, a
huge cock was before her, aimed right at her mouth.  Unable to
resist the feelings that were coming over her as she watched
her friend get her tits and pussy sucked, Marcy opened wide
and began sucking the dick.

Patty reached her first climax, and as she did, her breasts
expanded so quickly that Father Casey was knocked off his
feet.  Delores reached up with her hands and held up Patty's
other tit and continued to suck out her cunt even as a huge
gush of liquid joy washed over her face.  In the meantime,
Marcy continued sucking on the cock she had in her mouth until
it exploded, and then she released it so that gobs of jism ran
down her chin and onto her dress.
Marcy stood up and cried, "Fuck me!  Give it to me!
Somebody!!!"  She ripped the clothes from her body and bent
over, rubbing her cunt hard and grinding her hips in circles.
Another man came from behind and shoved his hard cock up
Marcy's tight ass.  Marcy cried out in pain at first, but then
screamed out, "Yes!  Yes!  Fuck my ass!  Oh!  Stretch my
asshole!!!"

It seemed like Patty's tits were never going to stop growing.
Father Casey regained his footing and whipped out his gnarled,
throbbing cock, placing it in the valley between her twin
mountains.  He began to fuck her between the tits, and shot a
load within seconds.  "More!", Patty cried, "More!", and she
came again.  Delores' jaw became sore, and Patty's tits were
now too heavy for her to hold up.  Patty laid down and spread
her legs, her tits lying on either side of her small body like a pair
of beanbags.  Delores finally pulled off her own clothes, and
straddled one of the tremendous tits, grinding her pussy into the
soft, warm flesh.
Suddenly, four men surrounded Patty and Delores, flailing away
madly at their cocks.  Delores grabbed a dick and started
jerking it off.  Another man got his pole into Patty's mouth, and
she sucked for all she was worth.  Finally, a hard cock found its
way to Patty's quivering snatch, and she mouthed her ecstasy
around the dick in her mouth.  Marcy was as crazed as a bitch
in heat, and there were no more cocks to be had.  Instead, she
went to Patty's other huge tit and worked the nipple into her hot
hole.  Patty shuddered with delight, and Delores came,
spreading slippery snatch slime all over Patty's tit.  The cock in
her mouth exploded, and Patty sucked every drop of cum from
it, as the cock in her pussy yanked free and sprayed Marcy and
the tit she was riding with hot, sticky sperm.  Marcy yelped out
her own orgasm and collapsed in exhaustion.

Their passion spent, the men went away, leaving Father Casey
and the three women alone in the empty, echoing church.
Suddenly, the reality of what had just happened dawned on
them.  Father Casey ran away, blubbering and hiding his face.
"We've desecrated this church", sobbed Delores, "We're all
going to Hell."

The words struck Marcy like a hammer, and she too grabbed
her clothes and ran off sobbing.  Patty tried to sit up, but
couldn't; the weight of her unbelievably gigantic tits was too
much for her abdominal muscles, and even with Delores lending
a hand, they couldn't get her up off the floor.  From somewhere
outside, they heard the distant wailing of a siren approaching.

Patty looked up at Delores, who was looking down at her with
great pity in her eyes.  "What's happened to me?", said Patty,
"Why me?  God... my tits... I can't even sit up...

Delores nodded.  "You probably have an easy 175 inch bustline,
Patty.  They must weigh 150 pounds a piece..."  Her voice
trailed off, and then she whispered, "And they make me so hot...
I'll never forget you."  Delores stepped away and put her clothes
on, and then slowly walked out of the building.
Patty lay on the floor, looking up at the ornate beams of the
church ceiling and wondering what would become of her now.
The siren was getting closer and closer.  She struggled to sit up,
and thought about running away, only to realize that she
couldn't even walk, much less run, with such enormous tits.
And already the burning was beginning again.  Absentmindedly,
she began massaging her huge breast with both hands.  She
glanced along its length, and could make out the outline of part
of one nipple, now a good 4" long and as thick around as her
thumb.

She heard the siren stop right outside the church, and then
heard the doors open.  Two paramedics rushed to her aid, their
eyes (and crotches) bulging at the sight that they saw; a naked,
prone woman with tits that were each bigger than her body,
dripping cum from every orifice.

"Miss,", said one, "are you hurt?"

"No," replied Patty, "but I really need a good fucking.  Please
fuck me.  Please!!!!"

The paramedic didn't oblige.  They held down Patty's arms to
stop her from masturbating until a second crew removed the
church doors.  They fastened straps around her body, and a
forklift was brought in to haul Patty out.

Outside the church, a large crows had gathered, and so the
paramedics threw a large blue tarp over Patty's bare skin.  As
she was carried out, she screamed to the crowd, "Please!  My
tits hurt so much!  Fuck me!  Make it stop!  Suck me off!
Pleeeeeease..."

And then, standing just behind the ambulance, Patty saw the
stranger who'd given her the brooch.  He was smiling and
applauding silently.

"Why?", screamed Patty, "Why did you do this to me?"
The stranger's lips didn't move; instead, Patty heard his
response in her head.  "Because I can, my dear.  But don't
worry, we'll meet again.  I'll not leave you alone... I may have
other tasks for you someday."  And then he was gone... nobody
else in the crowd seemed to notice that this strange man had
simply blinked out of existence.

And then the doors of the ambulance closed behind Patty's
head, and she slipped into merciful oblivion.  "Ilwath bomp sec."