Soon a circle of light appeared ahead of them, and the whole mass of ferrets spilled out into a lit room.
Rick had gone to the cobbled-together control panel, paused dramatically (and said "Throw the switch, Igor!"), and hit a big red button.
Immediately Sharon had felt a tightness in her chest, and her breasts had started swelling rapidly outward. They had gotten so big they had actually started to rip her T-shirt, when Rick stopped the process and went for some "additional equipment". Sharon hadn't liked the sound of that, but was busy trying to balance her volleyball-sized boobs without falling over.
Sharon was hefting her breasts with both hands, starting to enjoy the sensation of the overflowing titflesh, when she suddenly felt very sleepy and collapsed to the floor, falling out of the "chamber" unconscious.
As she fell, she thought she saw a hole appearing in the basement wall.
She knew that ferrets were not "herd" animals, so there was no hope of finding a "lead ferret" and turning it aside. These animals must be mentally controlled by some outside force. Sharon was far too heavy for her and Rick to lift by themselves, so they couldn't make a break for it, even if she knew where Rick was among all the other furry bodies.
Finally, Jim abandoned her position and climbed up Sharon's clothing until she sat on top of her. Jim crawled forward, pausing briefly to rub sensuously against Sharon's breasts -- she was astonished to realize that Sharon's breasts were actually bigger than Jim's entire body now! Eventually, Jim got up to Sharon's face. Then she bit her on the nose.
With a shriek, Sharon woke up. She started flailing around, and the other ferrets scattered in panic. Jim was flung back and landed in her cleavage; when she sat up, Jim slid partway into the gap between her breasts. Jim then tried to speak to her, but apparently Sharon could not understand the ferret chitterings.
"Give it up man, she can't understand you," called Rick, who was sitting up on the floor of the tunnel. Jim turned to look, and saw that Rick was taking a good look up Sharon's skirt. "Rick! Now what do we do?"
"We get her to follow us, and we look for another opening."
They managed to get the idea across to Sharon eventually, and they set off. Jim continued to nestle happily between Sharon's volleyball-sized boobs.
Sun Jun 13 22:36:40 1999
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