Anyssa laid an overly frilly bra next to the cash register. The overweight salesgirl picked it up flipped it over. Anyssa tapped her foot impatiently.
"So," said the clerk nervously as she tried to find the price tag, "it must be nice to be able to fit into something this small."
Anyssa glanced down at her chest. She knew she was attractive in every other way, but her small breasts were a sore point. "Well, it's nice not to be a sweaty hippo, if that's what you mean."
The salesgirl stared down at the bra again. "I just meant, well, mine hurt my back, you know, because of the weight..."
Anyssa leaned over the counter and pointed to the tiny price sticker on the strap. "Yeah, your boobs are really impressive and all, but could you hurry up? I have a date tonight." In actual fact, she had a meeting with a professor, but halfway there she'd decided her underwear wasn't sexy enough to get the A she needed. "I wish I hadn't bothered with this shitty little store."
As the overweight girl timidly took Anyssa's gold card and finished the purchase, the pretty brunette looked around. Her father owned a huge snack food company, so she usually shopped in the best, most expensive stores. Looking around, she was glad the store was empty since should didn't think she could take the embarrassment of people seeing her here.
Then Anyssa noticed one other person in the store besides herself and the fat salesgirl. A blond guy in the men's section. He looked about her age, but she didn't recognize him. He stared at her openly with a blank expression, studying her, almost leering. Anyssa recognized immediately that he was the type to look but never actually talk to a girl as hot as her.
Anyssa absentmindedly took the shopping bag from the salesgirl as she smiled at the guy. She loved seeing how much a guy like this could take. She ran a hand through her long, shiny black hair and winked at him. She almost giggled when he looked away. She liked that he'd probably spend the rest of the day kicking himself for not asking her out. She wished he would, guys always made funny faces when she laughed at them.
As Anyssa turned to walk out, she missed that the guy hadn't just looked away from her, he had looked the salesgirl. Anyssa also missed seeing the overweight salesgirl suddenly lose gobs of weight, slimming down in seconds to a thin, athletic figure. She almost missed the clerk's surprised yelp, but that never actually happened. As the newly thin girl started to scream, she suddenly calmed down and walked away from the desk towards the petite section of the dreary little clothing store.
What Anyssa did notice right before she reached the door was a sudden tightness in her chest. She stopped and reached up to adjust her bra, but it didn't help. Her chest suddenly felt very constricted and the straps began to dig into her skin. She had to get her shirt off quickly.
Anyssa turned and strode towards the changing rooms. Along the way she shoulder bumped into the blond guy. He watched her run past, but she kept moving without looking at him.
Running into one of the changing rooms, she yanked her shirt off before the door finished swinging shut. Part of her hated that the pervert outside would get a peak, but mostly she thought about how hard it was to breath. As the shirt came off, her bra started snapping. The stitching came out in several places, then the snap broke and released the pressure. Finally able to breathe easily again, Anyssa pulled the useless bra off her shoulders.
At that point, she realized how big her breasts were. They had gone from small to voluptuous in less than a minute. Then she realized that they were still growing. She put her hands over them, futilely trying to hold them back, but they spread out between her fingers, too big for just her hands.
When the growth stopped, Anyssa pulled her hands away and looked down at herself. She’d always wanted bigger breasts. She had even gotten father to agree to give her implants for her next birthday. But these were huge, as big as any cheap stripper’s.
Anyssa gazed at the huge breasts for a moment, stunned by the sudden change. She lightly touched a nipple with one finger and a wave of delicious tingles ran through her body. Reflexively she grabbed both her tits again, but this time they were much more sensitive and pleasure flowed out of them, filling her body with desire.
She pulled her hands away, scared of what would happen if she didn't. Anyssa couldn't figure out how this had happened, but getting out of the store seemed like a good idea. Hopefully that would get her away from whatever was messing with her body.
Anyssa looked down at the floor and saw both the bra she'd just bought and the one she had ripped off. Neither would come close to fitting her now. She pulled on her shirt, stretching it tightly over her large chest.
Anyssa poked her head out of the changing room. Nobody stood between her and the door. She moved towards it again, eager to get away from the store.
Halfway there she turned and caught a peek at herself in one of the store's full length mirrors. Curves! Such incredible curves. As she moved past the mirror she noticed that her new breasts also bounced much more than her old breasts ever had.
Suddenly she knew that she couldn't go out on the street with her breasts bouncing like that. Sure, the car sat five steps from the door, but it still wasn't decent to go out without a bra. Getting out of the store remained a huge priority, but she knew she couldn't leave without buying a new bra. That was supremely obvious.
Anyssa turned towards the bra section. As she approached she saw another girl looking through the bras, but the girl was half naked! She had on a nice skirt that complimented her slim figure, but she didn't have anything on up top. It was a fairly good top, too, with fairly big breasts, though not nearly as big as Anyssa's.
Looking at the other girl's rack caused a bell to go off in Anyssa's brain. She looked up at the girl's face. After a moment of wondering who the girl reminded her of, she yelled out, "Holy crap! You're the fatty from the counter!"
The girl smiled bemusedly at Anyssa. "Fat? Wow, if I'm what you consider fat, you've got some real body issues. I've never been heavy, except for my breasts."
Anyssa looked at the girl's chest again. Her breasts were big, but smaller than before, a very nice match for her athletic frame, unlike Anyssa's new porn star rack. “But, why don’t you have a shirt on?! You look like a whore standing around like that!”
The formerly heavy salesgirl backed up a step and looked down at her nakedness. “What? Oh no! I didn’t realize I was... you’re right, I do like a... like a...”
“Don’t worry,” said a voice from behind Anyssa. She turned around and saw the blond guy walking up behind her. “You don’t look like a whore at all. You look fine.”
The salesgirl instantly relaxed. "Oh, hi again. Did you find that sweater for your Mom's birthday?"
The blond guy held back a laugh. "No, I got a little distracted. But I'll find it, and thanks for the help earlier." The salesgirl smiled at him bashfully, then went back to looking through the bras.
“And you,” said the guy to Anyssa, “you shouldn’t call other girls whores, especially looking the way you do. Come on, let’s discuss this in private.”
Anyssa’s legs started moving on their own. She tried to scream at the guy, but her mouth wouldn’t do it. They walked back into the changing rooms. As the blond guy closed the door behind them, Anyssa regained control of her body.
“Back off!” she screamed.
“Nah, we need to talk. I wasn't sure you got the first hint I dropped that you need to change your attitude. So I gave you a little test with the salesgirl. You failed it by a lot. So now it’s time for drastic measures.”
Anyssa stepped back, bumping into the wall. “You did this? Who are you?”
The guy brushed his dirty blonde hair from his eyes. “We've had three classes together and you still don't know my name? Wow. How about you just call me “Karma”?
Anyssa rolled her eyes. “Karma? Oh that’s really funny. I don’t know how you did this, but I certainly don’t deserve it.”
Karma sat on the small bench built into the wall of the tiny room. “Oh, you definitely deserve it. You treated the girl at the counter the same way you’ve treated everyone in every class we’ve had together, so you definitely deserve it.” He looked her over again.
The newly top heavy girl rubbed her temples. Part of her couldn’t accept that this was real. Another part of her wanted answers. “How can you even do this?!”
He shrugged. “Heh, I don't even know. I woke up one morning and I could change people’s bodies and minds.”
“Minds? Oh sure, now I’m supposed to believe that you can control my mind?”
“Well,” he said, “don’t you think it’s a little wacky that you're taking your shirt off right now?”
Anyssa reached down and pulled her shirt off, while still looking at the strange guy and shrugging her shoulders. “No. We’re in private, what’s the big deal?”
Karma shook his head. “Well, you should. Normally you’d be running away and panicking, or at least trying to cover up those great tits of yours.”
Anyssa sneered at his calling her breasts “tits,” she didn’t like being treated this way. “Don’t make out like you’re important enough for me to be modest around you.”
“See? That’s why I don’t like changing minds. Everyone just believes that they’ve always believed whatever I put in their heads, so there’s no fun in it. I could make you feel ashamed for being such a bitch, but you’d think it was perfectly natural to feel ashamed and it wouldn’t be satisfying at all.”
Rolling her eyes, Anyssa pushed open the door she said, “Well, poor little you and all, but I’m taking off.”
Karma smiled. “Well, it’s not so bad; I just have to be a little more clever. Like instead of making you want to suck my cock, I can kinda disconnect your conscious mind from your body so that you do it even though you don’t want to.”
Anyssa dropped her shirt and scurried between his knees. She tried to scream, to yell at him, but she’d lost control of her mouth just as much as she’d lost control of the hands that ripped open his pants. She dived onto the cock and started sucking with an eagerness that she’d never sucked cock with before.
“Oh shit,” murmured Karma, “that’s really good! You know, I’ve never had a blowjob before. That reeeaaaly feels goooood!” He leaned forward, reached down, and fondled Anyssa’s huge breasts. “Wow, and these really feel good. Does it feel as good to you?”
The hands on her newly sensitive breasts felt incredible, but Anyssa just kept sucking.
“Oh yeah, your mouth is busy with the bj. Hmmm, I wonder if I can…” He momentarily lost focus as Anyssa’s tongue did things he hadn’t known were possible. “Uh… I wonder if I can make it so that you can still talk, but without doing anything to interrupt the bj.”
Anyssa bobbed her head up and down, working his cock as he silently concentrated. After a minute she felt some control come back to her mouth and throat, but she still couldn’t spit the cock out like she wanted to. Instead she stuffed the cockhead into one of her cheeks and talked as best she could while still rolling it around in her mouth.
“You asshh-hole! I’m gonna kill you for thisshh! Fucking sshhociopath!”
Karma grunted and continued fondling her breasts. “Oh yeah, this is definitely better with you knowing it's a punishment. I’m so glad I didn’t just make you want to suck cock.”
A warmth formed in Anyssa’s pussy in reaction to the delicious sensations from his hands on her breasts. It distracted her so much she barely noticed her hand moving up to massage his balls. Her fingers gently rubbed the back of his sack, pushing the balls upward as she swirled the head of his cock in her mouth. She didn't register any of this as his groping hands sent tingle waves through her breasts.
“Ooh, that’sh good,” said Anyssa, still having trouble talking and mouthing his cock at the same time.
“Tell you what, Anyssa; I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you have full control back, but you have to keep sucking. In return, I’ll let you orgasm when I do. OK?”
Anyssa wanted to tell him to fuck off, but her horniness wouldn’t let her. “Fine. FINE!”
Anyssa stopped sucking. It took her a moment to register that she had control back. She looked up at Karma, wondering if she should try to run away. Then he smiled and squeezed her breasts, sending another wave of pleasure through her body. She shut her eyes tightly at the wonderful sensation, then began sucking again. She desperately needed to get him off so that she could get off.
“Oh, that’s good,” said Karma. He let go of her breasts so he could lean back and close his eyes. “See how much better things go when you do things people like?” He moved his hands up and laced his fingers together on the back of Anyssa’s head.
Karma spasmed and Anyssa clamped her lips down on his cock. She sucked hard as he spasmed again. Finally a load of cum shot down her throat. She tensed up, hating herself for what she was doing, until she registered the taste of the cum. It tasted incredible, and she came hard when it hit her tongue. Each pulse of pleasure made her suck harder and harder. Finally Karma finished cumming and Anyssa fell backwards onto the floor as she swallowed the last gulp.
Karma stood and zipped up his pants. “That was pretty nice,” he said.
Anyssa glared at him. “Fuck you,” she said weakly. She wanted to feel angry, but satisfaction was all her body registered.
Karma didn’t seem to care. “Well, I’m off. Hey, the salesgirl is pretty nice. Do you think she'd give me her phone number?”
Anyssa laid back on the worn store carpeting and panted, too spent to respond. Not getting a response, Karma shrugged his shoulders and left the changing room. The taste of cum hung in Anyssa’s mouth. She wondered if he was going to do this again if she did something else he didn’t like. Then she wondered whether or not she wanted him to.