[Longbow9]

“Never mind. Here, let’s try this. Come over here and get up on my shoulders while I can still lift you. You’re gaining a pound a minute over there.”
“Coming ma’am,” Fiora pulled her busted brassiere out of her sleeve and cast it aside before scurrying over to the princess and climbing on her back.
“Hurrrng!” Cassiopeia grunted, hoisting herself back into a standing position with considerable effort. “I don’t think I believe you’ve gained this much since getting locked in here.”
“You’re one to talk, ma’am…” Fiora grumbled.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, your highness…”
“Urnghhh,” Cassiopeia grunted, trying to keep steady underneath the ever-increasing weight of her chauffer. “Can you reach the dome?”
“No,” Fiora called down. “Hold steady, I’m going to try standing on your shoulders…”
“Easy for you to say,” Cassiopeia widened her stance as Fiora adjusted herself, accidentally planting a boot in the princess’s cleavage before finding solid purchase on her shoulders.
“Can you reach it?”
“No, we’re still about nine feet short.”
“Damn.”
“Hold steady, though. I can see it better from this close, maybe there’s a weak poi-oi-oi-aaaAAA!”
“Shit!” Cassiopeia exclaimed.
Fiora’s jacket tore open, sending buttons clattering across the room and allowing her bare, burgeoning boobs to spring free and expand unhindered. Unused to the unfamiliar weight on her chest, Fiora overbalanced, teetering on Cassiopeia’s shoulders for a few vertiginous seconds before the colossal weight of her massive melons proved too much and she toppled face first off the princess’s shoulders, landing with a muffled “whump!”
“Damn,” Cassiopeia rubbed her bruised buttocks. “Are you alright, Fiora?”
“I think so, thank God I landed on something soft…”
Cassiopeia’s eyes went wide when she saw what her chauffer had landed on.
“Holy shit, Fiora! Your boobs!”
Fiora sat up, though with significant effort.
“What!? Oh no!” she cried.
When she’d first mounted the princess, Fiora’s breasts had been roughly the size of cantaloupes. Now they were the size of beach balls! Her erect nipples stood out from the massive globes like small mountains, swelling visibly larger every second.
“I’ve got built-in airbags!” groaned Fiora “How did they get so big so fast?”
“Getting closer to the dome must have given you a concentrated dose of breastonic particles. We shouldn’t try that again…”
“Thanks for the warning.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think of it until now…”
Cassiopeia got up and began to pace.
“There’s got to be a way out of here. We’ve been in worse situations. I’ve just got to think!”
Fiora heaved herself to her feet, straining with the effort of lifting her increasingly heavy tits.
“How did we escape that dungeon on Altair Four?” asked Fiora.
“We distracted the guard by making out and then stealing his keys when he got closer to watch,” answered Cassiopeia. “But I don’t think that will work this time, our guard is a woman…”
Cassiopeia pressed her cheek to the door to get a better angle looking through to the outside.
“I wouldn’t be too sure. What if our guard is that blonde from the supply closet?” Fiora suggested.
Cassiopeia pressed her cheek harder up against the porthole.
“It’s hard to tell. It might be worth a shot, though…”
She suddenly felt the warmth and weight of Fiora’s beach-ball sized boobs on her back.
“Where would you like me to start, your highness?” asked Fiora, sliding forward and cupping Cassiopeia’s curvaceous posterior with her delicate hands.
A shudder of pleasure whispered through the princess’s body and she arched her back, luxuriating in the sensation of her servant’s colossal breasts against her bare shoulders.
“I think it might take more than making out to get this girl’s attention,” purred Cassiopeia. “She’s on the other side of two inches of reinforced glass, we’ll have to make a lot of noise. Do you think you can manage that?”
“We can try…” Fiora stepped back and lowered herself to the ground, spreading her legs and laying back so that her immense boobs slid to either side of her body, almost falling back to cover her face.
“Ooh, this floor is cold,” Fiora shivered, her nipples hard as rocks.
Cassiopeia joined her on the ground, unzipping Fiora’s jodhpurs and sliding them slowly down past her knees to reveal a pair of neat, white panties. “Fiora Tailwind” was stenciled neatly across the elastic band at the top, while a small, dark patch of wetness had begun to form at the crotch.
“You know, I’ve always appreciated your loyalty,” cooed the princess. “It must be very difficult, sacrificing your body like this.”
“It’s a pleasure to be of service, ma’am…”
“Well, let’s see if I can’t return the favor for once,” Cassiopeia whispered. She leaned in and planted a tender kiss on the tiny bump where Fiora’s swollen clit rubbed against the soft cotton of her panties. The princess inhaled deeply, savoring the musky sweet aroma of Fiora’s pussy before taking hold of her panties and sliding them off, drawing out the motion with aching slowness.
She was clean shaven, her vulva as smooth as silk and gleaming with perspiration. Cassiopeia kissed the bare skin, tasting the sweat and honey on her lips.
“Please, your majesty, time is of the essence,” moaned Fiora.
“Hush!” Cassiopeia slid up Fiora’s chest, kissing her on her belly button, her stomach and between her gargantuan breasts.
“This is an art. It can’t be rushed,” she said, planting a tender kiss on Fiora’s lips. Down below, the princess’s skillful fingers teased Fiora’s clit, darting over it like wind. Fiora melted under her master’s delicate touch and began to moan softly with the rising pleasure.
With her other hand, Cassiopeia stroked Fiora’s erect nipples. They were big enough for her to grasp with her entire hand, and so sensitive that every stroke sent shudders of pleasure through Fiora’s body.
The princess worked Fiora into a frenzy, swirling her fingers around the slippery nub of Fiora’s clit and teasing her labia with long, slow strokes.
“Oh, Cassie!” Fiora gripped the princess by her waist and pulled her close, kissing her full on the lips as Cassiopeia plunged her fingers into Fiora’s hungry snatch.
It didn’t take the princess’s sensitive fingertips long to find Fiora’s G-spot. She felt a wave of pleasure radiate out from her crotch like the heat from a fire, building into an inferno.
Cassiopeia was sweating, now, rubbing her crotch on Fiora’s thigh as she struggled to caress and kiss every inch of her chauffer’s massive tits. They grew larger and heavier every minute, expanding like balloons, soaking up the radiation like sponges.
“Ohhhhh….” Fiora moaned. The heat was building. Every inch of her titanic tits was alive with electric lust as Cassiopeia stroked and licked her pleasure button.
“Princess… Princess… I’m… oh Goooohd! Ahhhhaaaaaahhhhhh!” she cried, a spasm of pleasure shot through her body, sending her colossal tits quaking like oversize Jell-O molds.
She fought to sit up, drenched in sweat and panting with post orgasmic ecstasy.
Outside the chamber, the blonde guardswoman cocked her head. She thought she’d heard something like a muffled cry coming from the chamber. Were the prisoners dying already? That’s too bad. The one with the hat was pretty cute, and the thick one was pretty easy on the eyes as well.
The blonde shrugged her shoulders.
Too bad, she thought.