The Five-and-Dime Store: Fantasy Juice

By Bigby Wolfe

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Daniel Kirby hated the mall. It wasn�t just that you could never find a parking space or that it was always so crowed that you could never walk in a straight line or that it was so big that you got lost several times while looking for the one store that didn�t even carry what you wanted. No, he hated the mall for all those reasons and for one other: the people. The people were so rude that when they bumped into you and sent you sprawling, they didn�t say as much as an, �I�ll pay for that� or �I�m sorry� or even acknowledge your existence.

So, Daniel Kirby only went to the mall for emergencies. Such emergencies basically were if he needed a present fast for a birthday/anniversary/wedding/baby shower. And he was grateful that those events didn�t crop up in his life very often. Unfortunately, right now was one of those rare times when it did.

His girlfriend�s birthday was tonight. He knew he probably should have gone to the mall earlier, but he detested it and managed to put it off until such a time in which he couldn�t put it off or give her something from a gas station. He seriously thought about the gas station idea for a few minutes before deciding it was better to go to the mall than to piss off his girlfriend.

So here he was, steeling himself for the inevitable encounters with rude, obnoxious people and their rude, obnoxious children. Luckily, he knew exactly what he was going to buy his girlfriend: she loved old black and white movies, so he would get her Casablanca on DVD.

Walking down the gigantic hall, Daniel saw a store that seemed misplaced. It looked like a carbon copy of almost every story in the mall with the exception of the name: the Five-and-Dime. It seemed to him that such a store shouldn�t really be in a mall, but rather on some street corner where kids on their way to school stopped to buy soda and candy. Plus, there was an innate strangeness about the store that Daniel couldn�t put his finger on. The sign in the window simply said, �All Business Welcome. We Have What You Need.�

Daniel decided to walk in, even though he was sure this place didn�t carry DVDs. Opening the door (and wasn�t that also weird? There were almost no doors on stores in malls), he ventured forth.

It was hardly lit inside and Daniel could make out various shelves containing all sorts of various items. He saw a display case full of jewelry and a clothes rack that was filled with various period costumes.

Suddenly, there was a cough. Daniel turned around and saw an old man, presumably the shop keeper. �May I help you, Mr. Kirby?�

�How did-?� Daniel started to ask.

�No need,� the old man said. �A present for your girlfriend, yes? I have the perfect one.�

�Who are you?� Daniel asked.

As the old man rummaged around shelves and boxes he said, �You may call me the Shop Keeper.� Somehow, Daniel could tell those words were capitalized. �Ah ha! Here we go!� The Shop Keeper held up a black cardboard box and walked to Daniel�s side. �Some grade-A prime Fantasy Juice,� he said as he handed the box to Daniel.

Daniel curiously opened the box and saw it contained a bottle of water. But� the water, was it glowing? It was. There was a slight greenish glow around it. Daniel turned back to the Shop Keeper. �What does it do?� he asked.

�It makes Fantasy into Reality,� the Shop Keeper answered.

Daniel put on a �yeah right� grin. �And how does it go that?�

The Shop Keeper�s expression was deadly serious. �Do you know the theory of Schrodinger�s Cat, Mr. Kirby? How when you put a cat in a box and shoot the box, the cat is not technically alive or dead until you open the box? The cat is both alive and dead at the same time. That is the same with Reality. Every future moment is in a box and as it comes to the present, the box is opened and our future becomes Reality. Well, this juice can eliminate all futures that are not your Fantasy, so that when the box is opened, Reality will be your Fantasy. Understand?�

Daniel looked down at the bottle of slightly glowing liquid and then back at the Shop Keeper. �So, if my fantasy was that I had a million dollars?�

�You would have a million dollars if you drink the juice.�

�Where would it come from? I mean, matter can�t be created or destroyed, but changed.�

�Your million dollars, if it is your Fantasy, will have been changed. It would have changed from a potential million dollars to a Real million dollars.�

�Even if the chances of my getting a million dollars were a million to one?�

�Even if the chances of you getting a million dollars were a googolplex to one.�

Daniel looked back at the bottle. �And how much is it?�

�Five dollars and ten cents.�

�I�m surprised,� Daniel said. �I thought it would be much higher.�

�Well, Five-and-Dime is the name of the store.�

�Alright, I�ll take it.� Daniel reached into his wallet and took out six dollars while the Shop Keeper rang up his purchase. As he handed over the money, he asked, �Is there some guarantee if it doesn�t work?�

�No,� the Shop Keeper said, �because it will always work.�

As Daniel walked out of the store, he wondered what Sheryl would think of the Fantasy Juice. She would probably laugh at it and say he had been swindled� but it was only five dollars and ten cents. Why would someone swindle you for five dollars and ten cents? He decided to not tell Sheryl about the juice and instead buy the Casablanca DVD for her like he originally planned.

Walking out of the mall, he felt relieved that he didn�t have to go in there ever again (or until the next birthday/anniversary/wedding/baby shower). Although, he had felt slightly less crowed and more at ease in the Five-and-Dime store. Maybe because it didn�t feel like it was in a mall.

Arriving at his apartment, he noticed that Sheryl was already waiting for him.

Walking inside, he noticed the smell of food. �Sheryl,� he called out. �I thought I was making dinner for you?�

Sheryl appeared, walking out from the kitchen. �Well, you weren�t home yet and anyway, I like to cook.�

Some description of Sheryl is probably necessary at this point. About 5� 6, she weighed about 135 points � not overweight or underweight. Daniel liked that she wasn�t a stick figure, but he would have loved for her to have more padding in womanly areas � mainly her chest and hips. She had a pair of modest B-cups that were in proportion to her body. Her hair was a dirty blondish � although the �dirty� part came because she wasn�t a natural blonde and had instead chosen to die her hair. In fact, she had not only died her hair to try to become prettier, but had straighted her teeth and gotten contacts. In high school, she wasn�t exactly ugly� just unnoticed. She had decided to change that in college and, subsequently, had found a boyfriend in Daniel. They had been dating since sophomore year of college and when Daniel had decided to move to New York to begin a writing career, Sheryl moved with him. It was a decision that he rarely thought was wrong � sharing one apartment between the both of them was cramped, but with two jobs they were able to get by well.

�Alright, you can cook, but let me get some wine.� Daniel opened the cupboards to get a bottle of wine that he kept for special occasions. Going out to the dining area (which also happened to be the living/television area), he popped the cork and set it on the table. Suddenly, he remembered the Fantasy Juice. Would it work? Only one way to find out.

Taking the bottle out of the box, he slowly uncapped it and poured the slightly glowing liquid into the wine bottle. The level of liquid in the wine bottle rose only a little, even when the bottle of Fantasy Juice was empty. Daniel gazed at the wine bottle � it was still the same shade of color as before. It didn�t even glow.

About fifteen minutes later, Sheryl walked out of the kitchen with a roasted chicken in her hands. �Wow,� Daniel said. �You�re wonderful.� He leaned in and kissed her.

�And now,� she said, holding up two glasses, �for some wine.� She set the glasses on the table and poured the wine into them. So took her glasses and sipped it. Daniel was a bit worried that it would taste awful or something, but Sheryl didn�t react, so he sipped his own glass.

And dinner went on. After about half-an-hour, Sheryl said, �I�m surprisingly full, right now.�

�Me too,� Daniel said. �And I haven�t had that much food.� He wondered if it was a side effect of the Fantasy Juice.

�Well, I have,� Sheryl said. �I feel like I�m going to pop out of my jeans at any moment.� She patted her stomach and then looked down in surprise. �Uh, Daniel. Something�s� not right.�

�What is it honey?� he asked.

She stood up. �Look at this.� She pulled up her shirt and Daniel could see now that her abs were well defined. There was hardly any fat at all. �That wasn�t there before. And��

�And what?�

�I think my breasts have grown.� Daniel looked up from her abs to her breasts and saw they were indeed bigger. They looked more like large oranges now. Suddenly, they surged forward and became bigger than grapefruits. �Oh my.�

�Honey, it�s okay.� Daniel stood up and suddenly realized something. The pants that had just been loose on him now were suddenly tight. Very tight. He looked down and saw the outline of his penis � it was larger now that it had ever been.

Sheryl followed his gaze. �Oh my.� She sat down on the couch. Her breasts surged forward, now the size of a small melon. Suddenly, there was a ripping noise and Sheryl looked down to see her jeans had ripped at the sides. Her hips were expanding as well.

As Daniel felt the muscles in his arms and legs grow and tighten, he said, �Maybe we should take off our clothes?�

�Good idea.� Sheryl lifted up her shirt to remove it, but had trouble getting it past her melon-sized breasts. Daniel walked over to help her, his pants ripping down. With a little help, they got her shirt off and they both stared at the overabundance of titflesh that was in view. Suddenly, Sheryl shouted, �Bra! Bra!� Daniel reached behind her, searching for the hooks. He found them and then, with great difficulty, unhooked them. Her bra popped off and Daniel expected a cartoonish �boing� to accompany it. Sheryl�s breasts were now as large as watermelons and still growing.

Just then, the tightness of Daniel�s jeans started to hurt. �Could you help me here for a second?� he asked Sheryl and started to unbutton his jeans. With some force and a lot of difficulty, they manage to get them off him and saw that his penis was now so big that his underwear covered barely a third of it. Sheryl looked entranced as she slid his underwear off and watched as it sprung to attention.

Sheryl had only performed fellatio on Daniel once before, but now it seemed that she was being compelled to do it again. The big cock grew with each passing moment and she inched closer to it as well. She finally took the head into her mouth and started licking it with her tongue.

Daniel was in ecstasy. The last time Sheryl had given him head, it had been messy and they hadn�t like it, but now� it was different. It was better. It was Fantastic. As he finally climaxed, Sheryl removed his member from her mouth and his cum landed on her tits, which now took up half of her upper body.

�Get these pants off of me,� she said huskily as she tried to unbutton them. Her hips had grown so wide that it seemed the jeans couldn�t be removed. Daniel finally got up and grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer and started cutting. After three cuts, the jeans finally gave up and starting ripping down the middle. After removing her panties (and seeing that her ass had also grown to magnificent proportions), Daniel saw her pussy soaking with juices and his penis sprang to attention once more. It now seemed like a foot and a half long. Sheryl gazed hungrily at it and said, �I want that in me.�

Grabbing him and pushing him onto the couch, Sheryl kissed him hard as she led his cock into her vagina. As he bucked with his hips, he started caressing her breasts with his hands, rubbing concentric circles around her nipples.

After about five minutes of bucking and rubbing and moaning, they finally came. As they spooned together on the couch, Sheryl finally asked, �What happened?�

Daniels thought about it and then answered, �A Fantasy come true.� Then he saw that the wine bottle was still a third of the way full and said, �I could go again, could you?�