Northpoint

Northpoint was a trendy neighborhood jammed with independent record stores, vintage clothing boutiques, hipster twenty-somethings and one avant garde theater. Recently, however, a hand scrawled sign had appeared in a formerly vacant storefront window.  Advertising "Incantations and Amulets: results guaranteed within 24 hours," it had attracted some attention even among the neighborhood's bohemian inhabitants.  Walking home from the coffee house and smoothie bar where she worked, Erica's curiosity got the better of her and she walked into the store, feeling foolish.

Although the young woman was the only person in the store, it still felt crowded. Display cases were arranged without seeming order or plan, a labyrinth of gemstones, fetishes and occult insignias. The narrow aisles between cases left Erica with little room to turn around, especially given the woman's rather wide hips and butt.  Feeling claustrophobic, Erica tried to find a way back to the exit, but walked right into at a bunch of puppets hanging from the ceiling.

"Hello, dear, may I help you?" Flustered, Erica turned around to see an ancient woman standing right behind her, blocking the way to the door.

"Oh! You startled me," the young woman scrambled to still the wildly swinging effigies. "Sorry, I was just looking around,"

"I hear that a lot," the old woman hummed. "What is it you are looking for?"

"Oh, nothing, I guess," Erica was taken aback, but couldn't navigate the maze of counter space to find another route back to the door. "Um, what is it that you are selling exactly?"

"Results," the ancient proprietress smiled and led the taller, younger woman through the labyrinth to a full length mirror mounted in the corner. She bid Erica to stand in front of it, as if she were going to sell her a prom dress. "Look here, you'll find it,"

With a sigh, Erica humored the strange old woman. She saw her pudgy figure reflected back at her. She had graduated from college last year, having obtained a fine arts degree and an extra fifty pounds. Not that she had been a gazelle in high school, but five years of late-night pizza and junk food took their toll on a body with an already sluggish metabolism. She looked up from her belly and the two chubby breasts resting thereupon.  Her golden brown eyes were hidden behind a pair of librarian glasses. She took a deep breath.

"I'm so lonely...,"

*    *    *

"So, what is this again?" Lynn, Erica's roommate, turned the gaudy column of beeswax over in her hands. The candle was almost a foot tall, dyed bright red with a base molded into a cloud of little hearts.

"I stopped by the little magic shop that just opened up and felt bad for the old woman there, so I had to buy something- it was the cheapest thing there," She lied.

"As long as it stays in your room," Lynn handed the candle back to Erica like it was a dead parrot.

"Come on it's not that bad, a little kitschy even," Erica turned it over. Lynn raised an eyebrow. "Okay, you're right- it's hideous,"

"You're too nice, Erica," Lynn sighed and smiled. "Now, on to the most important question of our Friday night- do we order Thai or Italian?"

Erica laughed. Lynn was a tall and willowy woman from an Irish-German family, with flame-kissed golden hair and bright green eyes. After she had kicked out her cheating boyfriend, Lynn began renting her home office. Having just graduated college, Erica was happy for both the cheap rent and the companionship.  

Over the past six months, the two women had formed a tight friendship, occasionally going out to small bars where grizzled old regulars bought them drinks and told them how young and pretty they were.  Mostly, however, they stayed in, watching sappy movies and commiserating about their unlucky love lives.

"I've got a major craving for some Pad Kee Mow," Erica said. "Let me just put this thing in a dark corner of my room,"

"I'll call in the order,"

Erica walked back to her small bedroom and set the gaudy candle on her nightstand. Making sure the door was closed, she pulled a small index card out of her pocket. The ancient woman's spidery handwriting crawled across bone colored paper. She lit a match and quietly began to read:

"Let this light illuminate the spirit/ Reveal the fire within/ A beacon shining, it will guide the wandering soul to my home,"

The small candle flame danced briefly, then sputtered and was extinguished by a gust of wind from the open window. Erica sighed, she should have thought of that. Throwing the card in the trashcan, she opened her door and, with wistful glance over her shoulder, went to join her roommate in the living room.

*    *    *

The next morning, Erica woke up seven minutes before her alarm was set to go off.  Her mouth was dry and her head spinning. She wondered if perhaps she should not have suggested making a pitcher of sangria last night.  Reaching over to grab her glasses by instinct, she was disoriented by a severe, walleyed distortion when she put them on.  Sitting up on the edge of her twin mattress and removing her glasses, Erica was surprised to notice that she saw much better without them.

As soon as she stood up, Erica's XL pajama bottoms and panties fell straight to the floor.  Blinking, she looked down at her body in amazement.  Her legs had lost their girth, resembling now the sinewy legs of the joggers for whom she made smoothies eight hours a day. Her normally tight fitting pajama top hung shapeless and baggy off her shoulders.  Beneath the voluminous folds of flannel, her back-straining knockers were nowhere to be found.

"What the fuck?" Stepping out of the crumpled garments around her ankles, Erica ran across the hall to the guest bathroom to examine herself in the full length mirror.

She was skinny.  Like, scary goth-girl skinny.  Her wide behind had disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving a tiny bubble butt between prominent hips.  Lifting her top, Erica examined her flat stomach and, for the first time in nearly a decade, saw several ribs.  She looked at her face, her high cheekbones no longer hidden under a cushion of subcuteanous fat.

Had this been the full extent of her nocturnal metamorphosis, Erica might have been estatic, but whatever had caused her sudden weight loss had not stopped there.  It looked as though someone had tried to cut her hair with a pair of garden sheers- her golden brown locks having been hacked into a spiky punk rock hairdo.  An intimidatingly high gauge stainless steel ring dangled through her nose and, when she removed her top, Erica found her arms and chest covered in colorful tattoos.

"Fuck me," Covering her painted upper body as quickly as possible, Erica left the bathroom. Fortunately, her extra-large top had enough slack to preserve her modesty, since neither her bottoms or panties would stay on her waist anymore.  Creeping towards the door to the master bedroom, Erica took a deep breath and knocked.  "Um, Lynn, you're about to see something you're not going to believe,"

"Oh yea," The door swung open and all Erica saw was boob.  Lynn's lithe frame was now dominated by a pair of fat tits, as big and round as the ones Erica had taken to bed last night.  On the shorter woman's torso, however, they hung all the way to her bellybutton. "Try me!"

"Holy Shit!" Erica looked up from her roommate's new boobs.  Although her milky complexion remained, Lynn's strawberry blond locks had vanished, replaced by a bright green bob cut.  Her upper arms, too, were engraved with complex fingures in black ink.  "This is not happening- this is a nightmare!"

"Great!" Lynn's voice started to break. "Which one of us is fucking dreaming!"

"Oh my God- the candle, the candle, the candle!!"

"What are you talking about!"

"That candle from the magic shop," Eric leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. "I lit the candle just like the old lady said,"

"Why the fuck would you do that?"

"It was supposed to be a love spell,"

"Great! So you skip online dating and go straight to Black Magic!" Lynn screamed, frantically running her hands through her short, dayglo hair. "How pathetic and desperate are you, anyway?"

"I'm sorry,"

"'Sorry' doesn't fit these into a B-cup again!" Lynn screamed, hoisting one of her new girls with both hands.

"Fine! Whatever! I'll just stop by the old gypsy's store and sort this out," Erica stood up and stomped to her room, tearfully slamming the door behind her.  Then she looked down at her pajama top hanging off her scarecrow frame. Grinding her teeth, she turned around and opened the door again. Lynn was still in the hallway. "Um, could I borrow a pair of pants?"

The offered jeans hit her in the face.

*    *    *

"Shit!" Erica banged her fists against the door to the magic store.  The door was locked and the interior dark.  Another hand painted sign hung in the window, announcing the store's closure for the weekend.  Not wanting to go back and face Lynn again, Erica let her feet take her down familiar streets and alleys.  Trying to clear the cobwebs from her mind, she didn't even realize she was approaching her work.

"Erica-Girl!" That is, until her co-worker Tyree yelled at her from an alley.  He was wearing a pink mesh shirt and smoking a cigarette like ZaZa Gabor.  "Honey... boss-man is P-I-S-S-E-D that you're late-,"

"Tyree?" Erica couldn't believe it. "You recognize me?"

"Of course, chica, (by the way- I love what you've done with the hair)," If Tyree noticed that the young woman had lost nearly seventy pounds and gained a couple hundred dollars of ink, he didn't raise a pierced eybrow about it.  "You've been crying. Trouble in paradise?"

"It's been a rough morning," Erica sighed.  Not knowing what else to say or do, she walked past Tyree and into the back door of the coffee house.

Despite her co-worker's dire warning, Erica's boss was no more than slightly irritated at her tardiness.  He was certainly happy enough to see her as the weekend warriors began to stream in for their hangover cures: double shot espressos and B-vitamin boost banana smoothies.  Eventually, Erica lost herself in the routine, glad to have the opportunity to set her mind on autopilot for a few hours.  

"Oi, chica," So engrossed was she in her own world, that Tyree had to tap Erica's shoulder to get her attention. The young woman had found herself remarkably comfortable in her new body, especially as she squeezed past her coworkers during the rush with a previously unknown ease. "I think somebody's here to see you...,"

Erica looked up to see Lynn self-consciously walking through the front door with her new breats barely restrained by a black tube top. Without taking her eyes off her roommate, Erica handed a soy latte to a customer and mumbled something about having a nice day.

"Hey," she greeted Lynn at the counter with a weak smile.

"Hey," Lynn held up a bag of McDonald's. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, have you had lunch?"

"Not yet," Erica turned around and smiled at Tyree, "I'm taking a 10, can you cover me?"

"Of course, honey,"

"I sort of freaked out earlier this morning," Lynn said as the two women sat down.  She had bought Erica her favorite combo meal.  "But I should have said that to you,"

"It's okay, these are... unusual circumstances," Erica's hands started shaking as she unwrapped her Big Mac.  She had honestly expected to have woken up by now.

"Tell me about it," Lynn smiled weakly and looked down at the grand canyon of cleavage disappearing into her spandex top. "How about waking up looking like boobzilla?"

"I promise I'll fix this,"

"I know,"  There was an uncomfortable silence as the roommates nibbled at their burgers and sipped their sodas reluctantly.  Lynn ate a french fry in five bites, then chuckled.  "How weird is it that everyone recognizes us!"

"I know..." And for the next few minutes, everything was the way it should have been.

*    *    *

After Erica got off work, she decided to repay Lynn's favor, stopping by the grocery store to pick up a bottle of wine and enough Ben and Jerry's ice cream to last until the old woman's magic store opened up again.  When she walked into the apartment, her roommate was wearing a faded tee shirt stretched over one of her bras.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, adjusting the borrowed undergarment.

"I certainly don't need them anymore," Erica laughed nervously, realizing for the first time that she had gone all day without wearing one.

"Do you work tommorrow?" Lynn accepted a pint of frozen comfort and a spoon.  Erica joined her on the couch.

"No, and I don't plan on stepping foot outside this apartment for the next thirty six hours," Cuddling on the couch, the roommates sought shelter in trashy reality TV shows and cookie dough ice cream.  As had happened many times before, once the sun disappeared below the skyline, Lynn's head began to sag under its own weight.  Struggling to keep her eyelids open, she eventually surrendered and fell asleep on Erica's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Lynn mumbled, although Erica did not know to whom or for what she was apologizing.  This was part of the weekend routine, Lynn's falling asleep next to her.  As she looked down at her roommate's radioactive green hair falling on her shoulder, the suddenly skinny young woman sighed.  These moments were the closest thing to human contact she had experienced in two years.

"Lynn, you've got to go to bed," And she hated to end it every time....

"Come with me," her roommate responded by blearily blinking her eyes and wrapping her arms around Erica's lithe waist.

"What?"

"I'm scared. What if we wake up in the morning and we're, like, bugs or something....,"

"That's not going to happen,"

"I just... I don't want to go to bed alone tonight,"

"Okay," Erica helped her roommate to her feet and together they made their way to the master bedroom, turning off the TV and lights behind them.  Forsaking any evening ritual, the women wriggled out of their jeans and flopped onto Lynn's bed, the green haired woman releasing her disproportionately overgrown hooters from Erica's DD bra.  The roommates laid back to back in the darkness, each one trying to make sense of the strange turns her body had taken.

"Erica?" Lynn's voice cut through the twilight.

"Yea," Erica rolled over and her roommate was right there, inches from her face. Her heart started thudding faster.

"I...," Lynn's eyes hadn't changed, her bright, emerald irises moist. She leaned forward. Erica's mouth opened slightly.

"You know!" Erica rolled out of bed and for a long second it didn't seem like her wobbly knees were going to support her. "I just realized that I never took a shower today!"

Erica ran to the master bathroom adjoined to the bedroom. She grabbed the shower nob and yanked it to "C" until it wouldn't turn anymore. Pulling off her shirt, she stood under the frigid water, splashing her face. After a while, her heart returned to a regular rhythm, although her hands still shook as she picked up the shampoo and lathered what little hair she had left. The act of washing her hair restored a measure of normality, although her tattoo covered arms and chest looked like someone else's.

Stepping out of the shower, Erica examined the markings in the mirror. She discovered with surprise that they looked like they were drawn by her own hand:  her first car, her hometown landmarks, her college mascot.  Images of significance lifted from her sketchbook and etched into her flesh.  

Then she noticed the heart.  It's crimson contours gave the illusion of three dimensionality on the space above her left breast, or, as she thought wistfully, where her left breast used to hang. Despite the crowded detail work of every other memory now permanently expressed on her skin, the very center of the heart was hollow.  A knot formed in Erica's stomach. She turned her head from the mirror and realized that in her haste she hadn't brought any clean clothes in with her. Not that anything would fit her anymore. The young woman sighed and wrapped herself in a new towel and walked out to ask Lynn for another favor.

"Hey, Lynn, I hate to ask you this, but would you mind if I borrowed..." She found her roommate, sitting on the edge of the bed, her bare back to the bathroom. Her shoulders were slowly heaving up and down. "Lynn?"

"Yea," she had been sobbing.

A new urge began to pour from Erica's breast, from right beneath her empty tattoo. If Lynn heard the terrycloth falling from Erica's body, she didn't turn around. Climbing on the bed, Erica reached out and started rubbing her roommate's  shoulders. She desperately wanted her to stop feeling bad and pressed herself against her friend's back, hugging her midsection.  Lynn sniffled and sighed.

"I am so sorry,"

"It's okay, it's not like you planned for this to happen," Lynn replied.  Erica could feel the next round of sobs starting to spasm deep inside her roommate's belly.  She realized she would do anything to set this right, to make it up to Lynn for all of the trouble she had dragged the two of them in.  She reached up and playfully rubbed her palms around Lynn's chest.

"I miss my girls," she teased, growing bold enough to squeeze them.  "I hope you've been taking good care of them,"

"I don't know how you ever dealt with these blimps," Finally, Lynn laughed, placing her hands over Erica's as she juggled her chubby knockers. "I had to run to catch the bus today, and I thought I was going to end up with two black eyes!"

"You'll get used to 'em," Erica said. "Besides, they look good on you,"

"Thanks, but I I thought they looked just fine on you," there was a silence between the two women as the wall-mounted air conditioner hummed to life.  "God, Erica, your nips are like rocks,"

"I must have set the thermostat too low again," Erica lied, releasing Lynn's new boobs and sitting back on her calves.  Lifting the back of her shirt, she examined the ink on her roommate's back, a broad stripe of leopard print that meandered rrom her right shoulder blade to south of the waistband of her panties.  Erica traced the route with her finger.  "How far does this go?"

Her roommate laughed again.

"All the way down to my left butt cheek," Lynn reached back and flashed her ass.  "If you think that's weird, check out what I found when I took a shower,"

Lynn turned around and laid down on the bed next to Erica's kneeling form before pulling her panties down to her knees. Erica could see the small tattoo inked just below her roommate's panty line.  It was a heart almost exactly like the one over Erica's left breast, except that Lynn's had a pair of snowy wings.  Like hers, the center was noticably blank.

"Wow!"

"I'm glad I don't remember getting that one ~ Can you imagine?"

Erica didn't answer.  She was breathing heavily and slowly lowering herself towards Lynn's body.  The cartoon heart adorning her womanhood grew in size, until it was all she could see.  She kissed the empty spot, a feathery brush of lips against sensitive skin.

"Erica... Don't... That's gross...," Lynn made no move to stop her roommate from crawling on top of her, kissing her neck. "I'm not a... Neither are...,"

"Lynn," long denied urges were boiling up Erica's spine, spilling out her mouth, "I know that I've been pathetic and desperate, but it's only because I've had a silly school girl crush on you since day one,"

"It's not silly," underneath her, Lynn turned her head, her wet eyes reflecting the glow from the street lamp outside the window. "Erica, you're the first person whose made me forget how lonely I've been.  When we'd watch movies on the couch, it was never by accident that I'd fall asleep on your shoulder,"

"I want to do weird and crazy things to you that I don't even know how to do yet," Erica couldn't believe the things that were coming out of her mouth.  Desperate to keep her lips from moving, she pressed them against Lynn's.

"I want you to hold me every night, all night," The two women were both crying and laughing.  "And I definitely want you do all those crazy things to me,"

Reaching down, Erica grabbed the hem of Lynn's tee and lifted it over the shelf of her breasts.  She kissed their soft swell, wrapped her tongue around their long, red nipples.  With hands and mouth, she made love to Lynn's new boobs the way she never felt able to when they were attached to her own ribcage.  Beaming, Lynn crossed her arms behind Erica's shoulderblades and squeezed her friend's face between her tits.  

"Wow," Coming up for air, Erica kissed Lynn on the mouth again, then blazed a trail down her neck, through the valley of her breasts and across the flat plain of her abdomen.  She hadn't noticed the navel ring before, a silver loop with a single emerald gem. "Mmm, this is new, too,"

"It's been a day full of surprises," Lynn ran her hands through Erica's spiky hair.  "Some more pleasant than others...,"

"Mmhm," Erica pulled her roommate's panties the rest of the way down her legs.  Lynn responded by pulling off her tee and opening her thighs.  Her creamy skin was nearly translucent, incapable of hiding her pussy's rosy blush.  Considering her friend's most intimate places, Erica looked up and saw her friend staring at her from behind her giant boobs, biting her lower lip.

"Ohhhh, yesssss," her friend turned lover exhaled like she was being deflated.  Lynn once told the story of her ex's feeble, halfhearted attempt at going down on her.  After ninety seconds, she had said, he quit and expected to get his dick sucked. Erica was patient, learning Lynn's taste, her nerves, her favorite spots.  

The green haired woman nearly levitated off the bed as her roommate, tongue moving in slow circles around her inner lips, pressed her thumb into the soft spot between her pussy and her anus.  As it was, she thrust her hips forward, and Erica plunged her tongue as deep inside of her as she could.  Lifting Lynn's ass off the mattress, Erica flicked the tip of her tongue across the other woman's clitoris, nearly sending her to the ceiling.  

Determined, the newly thin and tattooed woman held on as Lynn shook and screamed.  Her lips surrounded her friend's button as she writhed beneath her, gathering the sheets into two fist-sized wads.  With a scream that must have woken the neighbors above and below, Lynn went completely limp, instinct pulling her away as the aftershocks shook her hyper-sensitive body. Her giant boobs stopped moving long after she did.

"I am so sorry we didn't do this earlier!" Lynn laughed as she came back to earth.  Giggling and rubbing, the two women switched positions while maintaining maximum skin contact.  Erica wrapped her colorful arms around Lynn, who kissed her and held her tight to her chest..

"Oh!" Erica felt a spark jump from Lynn's mouth to her nipple.  Surprised by the sensitivity of her breasts, she squirmed in Lynn's arms.  After years of having her mountainous knockers sucked, squeezed, groped and fucked, the sensations from her new mole hills were the most erotic of her life.  Her roommate's hands carried the charge like static electricity to the rest of her body.

"These are beautiful," Lynn said, tracing her friend's new tattoos with a fingernail.  "You are so beautiful,"

Adjusting the pillow that she had rolled on top of, Erica laid back and spread her arms and legs.  Open and unabashed, she was sopping wet and bothered like none of her previous sexual encounters... and Lynn knew it.  She nibbled around the edges of Erica's box, occasionally pressing into the center with nose or knuckle, teasing the quaking woman with the faint impression of penetration.

"Please, Lynn, please...,"  And the green haired woman between her legs finally complied.  Feeling fingers stretching her surprisingly tight canal, Erica laid her legs on Lynn's shoulders and squeezed her lover's head between her thighs.  Lightning danced across her skin as her heart thundered.  When she came, it felt as though the lights in the whole world flickered.

"Erica?"  Lynn's voice resonated with the midnight glow of the street lamps sneaking past the blinds.

"Yea?"

"I think that ugly candle worked," laying on the bed, cuddled like spoons, Erica's hand slid over Lynn's hip, past her bejeweled bellybutton, stopping to rest on the small heart next to her womanhood.  Lynn winced involuntarily.  "I think it might still be working!"

"What do you mean?" Rolling over, Erica turned on the light.  As she did, her left breast warmed uncomfortably.  "Lynn?"

"Yes?"

"No. I mean Lynn,"  Turning around, her roommate saw the letters L-Y-N-N in a looping font, sweeping across the center of Erica's heart.

"That means...," Sure enough, E-R-I-C-A was written in the same elegant script across her own tattoo.

The two women returned to their cuddle, sharing the same pillow and small patch of dry sheets.  Their hands wandered, but didn't press.  Both exhausted lovers sighed.  There would be many more nights.

*    *    *

Hand in hand, Erica and Lynn walked into the little magic shop.  The ancient proprietress emerged from behind a Victorian privacy screen, carrying a small box inset with mother of pearl.  When she saw the two arrive, the old woman nodded in acknowledgment as if they had made reservations.

"Well?"

"Um, we were wondering," the two of them had been shopping for new clothes and accessories.  Erica looked over at Lynn and smiled.  "If you had any matching crystal amulets?"

"Something merely decorative," Lynn laughed. "Today is our one year anniversary,"

"Of course," the spry old woman said with a grin.

THE END