Uberae ex Machina

Vysi approached Elise on a Saturday night. It did so because it was bored. Despite what most humans would think, being the God of Breasts was not particularly exciting.

Vysi was certainly a powerful deity. Throughout all of human history, breasts had always been of great significance - because infants fed from them, yes, but also as symbols of fertility, beauty, sexuality... Indeed, Vysi could lay claim to worship of immense magnitude - but still, it was bored.

For reasons it was certain it would never understand, breasts were considered taboo in human 'polite society', seldom to be talked about, never to be seen. Despite humanity's obvious obsession with them, breasts were a subject for behind closed doors.

Vysi drew as much enjoyment as it could from any relevant occasions, but the boredom persisted. Of course it did - what, if not boredom, was a God supposed to feel in a world making such reserved use of its gifts?

So it was that Vysi approached Elise as she slept. It hadn't chosen her randomly, of course; Elise's wish for a larger bust echoed within Vysi's soul like a prayer.

The God of Breasts would gladly answer.

It slipped in through the window, and found a comfortable spot atop her closet. It was its first time seeing her in person, and it decided to take a few moments to examine her.

Immediately, it became apparent why Elise's wish was made with such intensity. Although Vysi could sense the presence of breasts on the sleeping woman, one would be forgiven for missing them entirely. The girl's mammaries were woefully underdeveloped, to the point that the only indicators of their existence were her large puffy nipples, clearly visible through the thin fabric of her camisole. Vysi searched within Elise for a potential cause, but found her perfectly healthy; it would seem the girl had simply been unlucky.

Vysi did make a strange discovery, however. Elise's anatomy was not consistent with that of the typical female; why, it would seem the girl possessed... male reproductive organs?

This discovery puzzled Vysi for a moment, but then it understood: Elise was clearly a transgender woman! What a wonderful surprise - such women were by far its favorite kind of human. The deity could hardly imagine anything more beautiful than an individual not blessed with breasts by nature, seeking to acquire their very own pair.

That would explain Elise's underwhelming bosom - clearly it was still developing. Although, Vysi noted, searching the girl's mind for details, she'd been undergoing treatment for almost five whole years already. There wasn't much more growth in her future, it feared - and it took only a brief look at the girl's genetics for that fear to be confirmed.

Vysi felt pity for Elise. Nature had failed her, and medicine would fail her too, the poor thing.

The God of Breasts, however, would not.

Gently, it reached for the sleeping woman, and tugged ever-so-slightly on the strings of her existence. Elise shifted in her sleep; Vysi tugged again, more forcefully, and the woman blinked awake.

She pushed herself to a sitting position, and groggily rubbed her eyes. Glancing at the clock, she let out an exasperated sigh.

After some consideration, she got up and opened the window. She leaned over the windowsill, enjoying the cool breeze; Vysi let her, for a minute, then reached out again.

This time, it did so with intent, concentrating its power on her torso. She quickly became aware of the effects; she began fiddling with her camisole, as if trying to loosen it. As Vysi understood it, the flow of divine power felt to humans like an uncomfortable heat.

The discomfort wouldn't last. Having established a firm hold over the young woman's body, the deity was ready to begin its work.

At first it acted subtly; it knew to pace itself, adding flesh slowly enough that Elise wouldn't notice for some time.

When the change became too large to be ignored, Elise looked down at her chest, and her eyes widened in disbelief. 'Am I dreaming?' Vysi could hear her think.

Tentatively, the young woman reached for her breasts. When her palms came to rest against real, tangible flesh, Vysi saw a tear rolling down her cheek.

The camisole came off faster than a nipple could become erect, and Elise rushed for a mirror. The smile on her face when her eyes confirmed the existence of her cute little titties was enough to justify enormous expenditures of divine will.

Not to say that the current expenditure was finished, of course. Elise's growth had been a definite improvement, but in the grand scheme of things, it had not been that significant; Vysi had not grown her much beyond the size she'd reach naturally.

No self-respecting God of Breasts would stop at 'cute'.

Smiling metaphysically, Vysi continued; seeing no further reason to delay, this time it did not hold back.

Elise immediately noticed the pressure. Alarmed, she cupped her breasts again. Her palms were enough to cover them completely; Vysi would see to it that that wouldn't last.

Elise's breasts swelled behind her palms, and it wasn't even half a minute before they were spilling out around them. The young woman could do nothing but stare in disbelief.

Vysi redoubled it's efforts, and Elise's breasts grew from cute to medium to large at prodigious speed. They outgrew Elise's palms completely and swelled further still, rapidly growing towards the upper bound of what was natural.

The deity stopped a little past that. The pressure in Elise's chest receded, and she was left before the mirror, breathing heavily, and holding her enormous chest.

And what a marvelous chest it was. Each breast utterly dwarfed the hand holding it, spilling out around Elise's fingers as if to prove it couldn't be contained. Not that anything needed proving - no amount of anything could conceal such a blessed bosom.

Elise stared wide-eyed at her reflection, and reluctantly removed her hands. Her dropped into full view, and the girl's eyes were instantly lost in their pale expanse.

Vysi had made them perfect. Enormous expanses of soft flesh, shaped perfectly, free of sag in ways only seen in dreams, and crowned by beautiful pink nipples. These were no merely breasts, no - these were tits.

Elise stared, and with only the slightest nudge from Vysi, blushed.

Slowly, she brought her hands back up, and gave her tits an experimental squeeze. A soft sigh escaped her lips; Vysi would have been remiss not to bless such an exceptional rack with erotic capabilities to match its beauty.

Elise squeezed again, more confidently, then again. She hefted each tit, and let it drop, seemingly enchanted by their jiggling motions; she bounced lightly on her heels, and giggled in excitement.

Then her fingers found her nipples.

Instantly, a lower part of her anatomy decided to say hello; it had only been a single flick, but Elise couldn't contain a squeal. She looked her reflection in the eyes, blushing furiously, and made exactly the decision Vysi had been hoping for.

The girl slid out of her panties, and laid on her back on her bed. She grabbed a tit with one hand, while the other reluctantly approached her penis.

Vysi could sense discomfort, a wish for further changes - unfortunately, it was not at liberty to make them. Gently, it guided that hand back to Elise's other tit.

It sensed some uncertainty as Elise's fingers touched her breast; she seemed not to know how to properly please herself without her genitals.

That would be no issue.

With Vysi's guidance, Elise's hands began to massage her tits, kneading them in gentle, circular motions. Elise pretty quickly found a rhythm, and Vysi sensed the uncertainty receding, washed away by pleasurable sensations.

Elise closed her eyes and sighed; she was feeling good. Vysi attuned itself with her mind and shared in that pleasure. It was sexual, yes, but also... existential. As if Elise felt more complete.

Subtly, the deity nudged Elise to give her nipples some attention. Elise responded, pushing her breasts together and placing her index fingers on her nipples. She traced her areolae and shuddered, then slowly passed her fingertips over the little hard nubs.

She inhaled sharply. She repeated the motion, and was rewarded with even greater pleasure; encouraged, she also brought her thumbs up to her nipples, and gave them an experimental tug.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips. After a moment of amazement, her hands returned to work with a new confidence.

She quickly settled into a rhythm once again, massaging her breasts from the base to the nipple, then rolling her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers or tugging on them lightly, releasing the built-up pleasure like a ripple moving outward from each. Each successive ripple was a little stronger than the last, and before long, Elise was panting, teetering on the edge of climax.

Vysi held her there. Elise intensified her ministrations, trying desperately to push herself over the edge, but the deity denied her.

The pleasure building up within the girl reverberated in Vysi's soul. Vysi luxuriated in it, watching the young woman writhe in ecstasy in utter satisfaction. Then, after it had its fill, it allowed Elise to continue.

The girl came like a bomb. She squeezed her breasts so hard Vysi had to intervene to prevent bruising, and made an inarticulate sound between a moan and a swear, her body tensing and relaxing as waves of orgasmic bliss washed over her; then, exhausted, she went completely limp.

Vysi guided her to sleep, and the girl welcomed its influence.

Before leaving, it gazed upon Elise's magnificent chest, and searched her soul for her true feelings. She'd loved having it, that was certain - but the deity could see she wouldn't love having it forever. Her ideal chest was smaller.

It couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but it knew there was no point in bestowing a gift that would not be enjoyed. Gently, as to not wake Elise, it reached into her chest and began to sculpt it into what the young woman's heart desired.

It was smaller, yes, but not at all small. Just small enough that Elise wouldn't need to have all her clothes custom-made. There was still plenty of soft flesh to enjoy.

Vysi contemplated reducing its sensitivity back to normal levels, but decided against it. Elise would love that aspect of it, it had concluded.

Vysi glanced at the naked girl one last time as it flew out the window. She was smiling in her sleep.

If it had a mouth, Vysi would be smiling too.