The Five-and-Dime Shop: All in the Sauce

by Bigby Wolfe

Author�s Note: Appearing/disappearing magical shops that sell the main character an item they need goes back much farther than Spells �R� Us. In fact, I think the first appearance was in a short story by H.G. Wells called The Magic Shop. After that it was used in many stories and even early Twilight Zones.

I decided it would be intriguing to write a story from the shopkeeper�s point of view. But I didn�t want to use Spells �R� Us � it had already been used a million times and everybody already knew what the nameless old man wears and does and says and I didn�t want to do it again. So I created an entirely new one � but it still has the nameless Shop Keeper and it still sells everything you need. So come on in and have a look around.

If you�re not supposed to be reading this story, don�t.

The Shop Keeper woke up from a restful nap. He yawned and stretched his arms and legs. How long had he been asleep? He looked at the calendar on the wall: May 25, 2004. Past the millennium? How had that happened?

It took him a second before he remembered where he was. Of course, it was past the millennium. In fact, he remembered being in 2025 once (sold a girl robotic implants that enlarged her breasts). The store would bring him anywhere in time and place that it wanted. He had no control over it at all.

Now he knew when he was, but where was he? He went over to the postcard rack (which was filled with postcards of ladies with large breasts, of course) and turned it so he could see the postcards showing the city. Ah, it�s Los Angeles. The Shop Keeper smiled. He remembered the last time he had been here.

Suddenly, the bell over the door rang. Going back behind the counter, the Shop Keeper glanced at the person who just walked in.

Jane Ferguson. Age 21. B-cup. Wanted to get a present for her boyfriend � it was their anniversary. All this information flashed into the Shop Keeper�s brain. He didn�t know why he knew it, but just always knew that information whenever a customer walked into the shop.

�Hello,� Jane walked up to him. �I�m looking for-�

�Right this way,� the Shop Keeper said. He had learned the best approach was to act as mysterious as possible. �I know the perfect present, Jane.� He went over to a rack of items and pulled out a white box from the bottom of the rack.

�How did you-?� Before she could finish asking her question, the Shop Keeper pushed the white box into her hands.

�This will make the perfect present for him,� the Shop Keeper repeated. �Remember to cook over medium-low heat, stirring occasionally, for about two to three hours. Add more water and reduce heat if it becomes too thick.�

�What-?� Before she could ask her question again, the Shop Keeper had rung up her purchase on the shop�s old fashion register. The price came up to $5.10. Jane opened the box and took out the jar inside. �Pasta sauce! How did you know I was cooking his pasta tonight?�

�Questions are an five.� Truth was the Shop Keeper didn�t know. He just had an uncanny knack at finding just the right thing for every customer.

Jane reached into her purse and took out $10.10. Handing it to him, she asked, �First off, how did you know my name?�

�Would you like a receipt?� the Shop Keeper asked.

�You didn�t answer my question,� Jane said.

�I said questions are an extra five, not answers.�

Jane frowned. She wanted to get to the bottom of this mystery. �How much are the answers?�

�More than the twenty dollars and fifty-two cents left in your purse.� The Shop Keeper ripped off the receipt and handed it to Jane. �Enjoy.�

Jane was unhappy that she didn�t solve the mystery, but she was happy that she now had pasta sauce to go with the linguini she was cooking for Paul. She was going to go the grocery after the Five-and-Dime store, but now she didn�t need to. She pushed into the back of her mind questions like: �How did he know I wanted the sauce?� and �Why would a Five-and-Dime store carry pasta sauce?�

Inside the Five-and-Dime shop, the Shop Keeper waited for about five minutes and then went behind the counter and flicked on an old television set. Snow flickered onto the screen, so the Shop Keeper adjusted the rabbit ears (all the while cursing mystical televisions for having no satellite hookups). The snow went away and the image was now of Jane in her car driving away.

Jane had put the jar of pasta sauce back into the white box and set it down on the front seat of her car. Paul was going to arrive at 9 pm, so she had to get dinner ready quickly.

Arriving at her house, Jane took the sauce directly into the kitchen, kicking off her shoes as she walked. Talking out of the jar again, she now noticed the label: SWELL PASTA SAUCE. The directions were just as the Shop Keeper had said: cook over medium-low heat, stirring occasionally, for about two to three hours. Add more water and reduce heat if it becomes too thick.

She unscrewed the top and poured the sauce into a saucepan, then turned on the stove and set it down.

She made linguini � Paul�s favorite � as well, and, between stirring the pasta and the sauce, she slipped into a black dress she had bought specially for the occasion. It didn�t fit like she wanted it to � it was a little too loose in the chest area � but it had still looked fabulous on her and she had bought it.

Pretty soon, 9 pm rolled around and she heard Paul�s car park. She hurriedly placed some flowers on the table and lit a candle (which she didn�t need, since she had mood lighting), then went to open the door.

Paul Gavin. Age 23. Penis five inches flaccid, seven inches erect. Genuinely loved Jane, but was tempted to ask her to get surgery � he was a breast man. The Shop Keeper smiled. Perfect match. He fiddled with the controls of the television, trying to get the volume up because he was missing the dialogue.

Paul and Jane exchanged greetings and kissed each other on the cheek. Paul sat down for dinner as Jane brought out the bowl full of linguini. She scooped some into her and Paul�s plates. �But that�s now the best part,� she said as she brought out the sauce. It had gotten a little thick at the end, but she had always liked thick sauce, so it made no difference.

Pouring the sauce onto the linguini on their plates, she marveled at how much sauce was in the jar. She covered her and Paul�s plates with the sauce, but it still looked almost full.

The Shop Keeper stopped fiddling with the sound so he could concentrate on watching them. This was the good part.

As Jane started eating, she was astonished at how good the sauce tasted. Paul, after scarfing down some sauce-drenched linguini, complimented her on the sauce. She grinned � the only thing she could do, since her mouth was full of pasta and sauce.

About five minutes into the meal, the Shop Keeper was bored. He wondered when the sauce�s effects would kick in. He never really knew what the products in the shop would do until someone tried them � and even then, sometimes they would do different things for different people.

After Paul and Jane had enjoyed seconds � with another pool of sauce on their plates � Jane suddenly burped. She raised her hand to her mouth, surprised at what happened. Then she burped again. This time it felt better and more satisfying. She burped three more times and was surprised at how each one felt. She stopped after the sixth time, but suddenly she felt a tingling sensation in each of her breasts.

She looked down at them and was amazed to see that they had grown a couple of inches. Paul followed her eyes and found her breasts as well. His eyes grew bigger. She put her hands onto her breasts � and her body jumped with shock. Her breasts were really sensitive now as well. She caressed them as they jumped another couple of inches and became baseball size. Now the black dress fit perfectly and she moaned as her nipples rubbed against the material.

Suddenly, Paul burped. Jane looked up from her now grapefruit sized breasts to look at him. Burp. Burp. Burp. Burp. Buuuuuurp. Suddenly, Paul felt something surge in his pants.

Wordlessly, both Jane and Paul hurried to the bedroom. Jane struggled to take off her now very tight dress and Paul quickly unzipped his pants. Soon, both were naked and fully able to see the growth in themselves and each other.

Paul gazed in awe as Jane�s breasts grew in size. They were past DD-cups now � that was the size Paul thought about asking Jane to go for in surgery. But her breasts were better than fake silicone; they barely sagged, defying gravity, and when he touched them, he could feel them growing in his palms. She moaned as he rubbed his hands across her nipples. Could he get her off just by nipple-play? He could try.

She, meanwhile, was engaged with his engorged member. It had grown past its seven-inch mark and was now entering nine-inches. She clutched his penis with her hand, rubbing it back and forth, feeling as it grew longer and longer in her hands. Ten-inches now, eleven. Now it reached a foot.

Paul gazed as her breasts grew ever larger � past G-cup now, her breasts looked larger than any big-bust model he had seen. His hands could no longer hold them, so he brought a breast up to his face and started sucking the nipple. Her moans started growing deeper and more intense as he did that and he started sucking harder.

Suddenly, she pushed him on to the bed and climbed on top. Her now HH-cup breasts dangled in front of his face and he started eagerly sucking again. She grabbed his now 13-inch dick with hands and guided it up to her wet vagina and pushed it inside.

Paul suddenly started feeling whole new sensations as Jane worked on his member from the inside. After letting out a guttural moan, he went back to sucking Jane�s now watermelon-sized tits.

After an intense five minutes, both came at about the same time. Jane let out a long sigh as she plopped down beside Paul, letting his now eighteen-inch penis out of her vagina. Her breasts were now so large that Paul couldn�t even estimate the cup-size, nor the vegetable they were larger than. By now, both of their growths had stopped.

Jane reached down to try and touch her nipples; she could barely do it, but when she did, it was the most amazing experience. She started playing with her breasts again and this made Paul�s foot-and-a-half inch penis stand to erect. She playfully looked at him. �Want to go again?� she asked.

In the dining room, the bowl of pasta sauce was still half-full.

And in the Five-and-Dime Shop, the Shop Keeper watched fitfully as Paul and Jane fucked and then turned off the television. �A job well done,� he said to himself (or possibly the shop � he had no idea if the shop understood him or just used him to fulfill its purpose and he didn�t care to find out.)

�Where to next?� the Shop Keeper asked as he put his head down on a pillow and fell asleep.