DiDi and Cara had a history that spanned back to their childhood. They were always talking together, playing together; they were the best of friends. They were as close as any couple of 12 year olds could possibly get. But then Cara's mom, DiDi's mom's sister, packed up and took a job in San Antonio soon after Cara's parents had divorced. Even though Cara and DiDi were so far apart, they never lost touch. About once every 6-8 weeks, one would recieve a letter from the other, talking about the latest happenings, who did what to whom, and so on.
They had been separated for over five years. And now, at the age of 17, DiDi and Cara would be together again.
"Flight 859, from San Antonio, has just arrived," was announced over the loudspeaker.
"That's her flight," DiDi said with a smile. "Cara's in the house."
"I've never seen you this worked up over anybody," Jazz said.
"You just don't know," said DiDi. "We have a history. She's the first person that I ever called a real friend."
They kept a lookout at the unloading zone. One by one, passengers had unboarded the plane. DiDi scanned them all, not finding Cara. But then, DiDi saw Cara and was absolutely horrified at the sight.
Cara had went off to Texas and got herself a body, one to kill for. She was, as DiDi estimated from her vantage point, about 6'2", had a small tapered waistline, long flowing reddish-brown hair, hips perfect for babies, and a beautiful perfectly sized ass.
But Cara's chest was what got DiDi's attention.
Huge gorgeous boobs were attached to Cara's chest. They were about the size of DiDi's when she was in her Bra Buster form. Spellbound and a bit horrified, she grabbed Jazz and retreated to the ladies' room.
Upon entrance, Jazz started asking questions. "Dammit, DiDi. What's gotten into you?"
"Did you see her?" DiDi asked.
"Did I see who?"
"Cara. She's...big."
"Yeah, so?"
"Come on, Jazz. She's tall, she's beautiful, she's..." Didi stuck her hands out in front of her chest. "...BIG."
"DiDi, you can buy those things from any plastic surgeon."
"Either way, I can't let her see me like this." DiDi reached into her bag and pulled out some essentials. She pulled out her bra first, a black top, a neon green miniskirt, and a pair of black 3-inch heels.
"Do you carry that thing everywhere with you?"
"Always be prepared, my friend." DiDi went into a stall to "change." She slipped her bra on first and waited for that magic to kick in.
And sure enough it did. The tingle that always felt so good to her returned yet again as her body metamorphised into its shapely alter ego. She kept her hands on her boobs as they filled, then strained the bra, though it was so strong that it would never break. Upon completion of her transformation, she looked at herself and nodded her head in approval. She then quickly slipped on the top and miniskirt, strapped on the heels, grabbed her bag, and exited the stall.
Jazz stood there, leaning against the wall, seemingly unconcerned. "Are you ready?"
"No," DiDi said. She looked in the mirror and tossed her hair around a bit. When she got the look she wanted, she said, "Now we can go."
Cara was looking around, looking for DiDi. She knew she found her when she saw a tall, curvaceous woman holding a sign with her name on it.
"DiDi?" Cara said in shock.
"Cara!" DiDi replied.
The two ran to each other (as best they could) and gave each other a hug. DiDi was careful not to squeeze too tight as her strength was bound to crush her cousin.
"Well, well, well," said DiDi. "Look who went off to Texas and got herself a body."
"I wouldn't talk too loudly there, toots," Cara replied. "It looks like puberty was good to you."
"I can't complain," DiDi answered, then she remembered Jazz. "Where are my manners? Cara, I'd like you to meet my good friend Jazz."
Cara and Jazz exchanged pleasantries, then the three went off to get Cara's bags. They packed the bags into the car and DiDi got in to drive, only to find that her dimensions made it a bit uncomfortable. She slid the seat all the way back and got in, her bust only a couple of inches from the steering wheel.
Cara had to do the same for her to get in the passenger's side. This left Jazz in the backseat, where she fit rather comfortably. As they left the parking lot, Cara initiated a bit of small talk.
"It's really great to back in Townsville," Cara said. "Whatever happened to that one guy, what was his name...Darren McClane?"
"He's still around," DiDi said. "He's gay though."
"You're kidding," Cara answered. "I once played doctor with him."
"Maybe that's why he's gay," DiDi responded. Cara playfully smacked DiDi for that remark.
"I can't wait to see Uncle Paul and Aunt Claire. I'm even looking forward to seeing Scotty."
Jazz had to put in her two cents. "I'm sure they can't wait to see you either, Cara. They're really looking forward to seeing DiDi. She's been gone all day. As far as they know, she could come back a whole new person."
DiDi was silent, but she got the point. No way can her parents see her like this. She had to think and she had to think fast.
After driving a bit, DiDi pulled up in front of a house, Lydia's house.
"This is the house?" Cara asked.
"No, it's my friend Lydia's place," DiDi said. "I forgot that I have to pick something up. I'll be right back."
DiDi got out and hustled her way to the door. She rang the bell and patiently waited for Lydia to answer. Lydia answered the door and said simply, "Yeah?"
"Lydia, I need your help."
"Can't this wait?"
"No, it can't."
"Get in here." DiDi entered and saw that Lydia's attire was similar to her own; Lydia's body was in its morphed form.
"What are you doing with your tits on?" asked DiDi.
"I'm entertaining company," Lydia asked. "Why do you have yours on?"
"My cousin came into town and she's built like an inflatable doll. I couldn't let her see me as my old self."
"What do you want? I have to get back."
"Can you project different images? I mean, can you have someone see as you as one thing and have someone else see you as another?"
"I suppose so."
"Good. We need to trade bras."
"You're out of your mind."
"Look, I just need to keep up the charade for a week. You'll have mine in the meantime."
"I hope you know what you're doing, DiDi."
Lydia took DiDi into a back room and they made the switch. Even though DiDi was bigger than Lydia, the bras both turned out to be a perfect fit.
"Thanks, Lydia. Have fun with your company."
"That's the idea. Now be gone." DiDi left.
When she got back in the car, Cara asked her, "Where's the thing you had to pick up?"
"What thing?"
"The thing we stopped here to get."
"Oh, that thing! She doesn't even have it. Someone else does. I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached."
After dropping off Jazz, they headed to the house. They went straight to DiDi's room, which had an extra bed. Fortunately, DiDi's parents had went out for a while. Scotty was nowhere to be found.
"Looks like nobody's here," DiDi said.
"Great," said Cara. "I can get comfortable." She kicked off her heels, then yanked off her top. She was reaching for her bra hooks, then looked up at DiDi. "You're not gonna change or anything?"
"Why?"
"I just figured with no one around to impress or anything, that you'd want to just relax."
"Oh. I guess I should."
Cara shook her head a bit as she unfastened her bra, allowing her tremendous assets to spill forth in all their splendor. She massaged them for a minute before she put on a sweatshirt to cover up. DiDi changed as well, changing into a pair of shorts and a heavy T-shirt. She had to keep the bra on, of course.
DiDi and Cara spent most of the afternoon in DiDi's room talking and playing. They caught up on each other's lives and talked about how much things changed in Townsville. Whenever Cara brought up their physicalities however, DiDi either made up a compatible lie or changed the subject completely. They were so engrossed in each other, neither of them heard DiDi's mom open the bedroom door.
"Hi, girls," she said.
Both of them jumped as the voice came out of completely nowhere. When DiDi saw her mom, she gulped and hoped that Lydia's bra was working.
"Hi, Mom," DiDi said.
"Hi, Aunt Claire," Cara said.
"I see that you two are getting reacquainted. Listen, if you two get hungry, I'll leave a couple of subs for you in the fridge."
Both thanked her.
"DiDi, did you do something with your hair?"
DiDi was relieved for she knew the bra was doing its job. "A little experiment."
"It's nice. I'll leave you two alone."
Both said bye.
"She looks great," Cara said.
"Yeah," said DiDi. "Listen, Mom, Dad, and Scotty haven't gotten...accustomed to me. They still see me as little DiDi. They don't wanna pay attention to how much of a woman I've become. So don't mention anything about me and my body to them, alright?"
"Sure."
"Thanks." And they proceeded to talk and play into the late of night.
The next day, Cara slept in. Not wanting to bother her, DiDi quietly slipped out and went to lunch with Josie, Lydia, Jazz, and Cat. Without thinking, she left her bra behind.
Cara woke up around 1:00 and found the note that DiDi had left for her, telling her that she had left, but that she should be back later that day. Cara nodded in compliance. She showered then proceeded to get dressed. She put on her bra and it broke almost instantly. The bra had already fit so tight on her breasts, it couldn't stand the pressure anymore.
Needing a bra, Cara went through DiDi's drawer and found Lydia's superbra. She put it on and found it to be a perfect fit. She already had her jeans and shoes on; she threw on a tank top and a white button-down shirt and was about to leave.
Cara felt a tingle. It started in her nipples, then quickly spread to her breasts, then overcame her entire body. She fell onto the bed, moaning from the pleasure that she was feeling. She was so deep into it, she didn't realize that she was growing. Her already ample bosom surged forward even more, becoming more than double their previous size. The bra simply stretched right along with her expansion, though she burst through the shirt and tank top. Her jeans ripped off her as she grew, due to her increase in height and the expanse of her hips and thighs, leaving her jeans as merely a pair of daisy dukes. She grew noticeably more muscular, though she was not overly developed in muscularity. The tingling subsided, and Cara opened her eyes.
She let out a shriek, luckily no one else was home. She stood up and found herself at just over eight feet tall with boobs the size of beachballs, as if she wasn't big enough before. In a combination of astonishment and sheer horror, Cara inspected her new form in the mirror.
"What have I done?" she asked herself. The sorcerer had told her not to combine magics. The magic that he had used on her was so strong, that using another magic in correlation with it could produce disastrous results. Cara knew exactly what he meant.
But soon the look of fear escaped from her eyes. It was replaced by the sudden need for violence. She flexed her arm, feeling its power. She grabbed one of DiDi's porcelain figures and crushed it into fine powder. She thought of the havoc she could create. She licked her lips at the thought.
But how to get out. At her new size, she couldn't fit through the door. She thought to herself, I wish I was smaller. Almost instantly, she shrank enough to get through the door and out of the house. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to keep herself at that size, so she re-enlarged just seconds later.
The beast was loose. She headed for downtown Townsville.
The girls were all shooting the breeze at the local McDonald's, just having fun being themselves. Five cops nearby had just gotten their food and sat down to eat. Just as one of them was about to bite into a McNugget, his radio went off. Agitated, he responded and was shocked at the news. He notified the other cops by simply saying, "Back to work, guys."
The cops rushed out, but Jazz managed to grab hold of one of them and say, "What's going on?"
"There's a disturbance downtown. Some chick is going berserk." He left.
"Berserk chick?" Jazz said to herself.
She notified the rest of the group and they all agreed to go downtown to investigate.
"Does everybody have their "equipment?" Cat asked.
The girls all produced their attire except for DiDi, who almost embarrassingly admitted she forgot it.
"I'll go home and get it," DiDi said. "I'll meet you all downtown."
"We're out," Cat said. "DiDi, please hurry up."
They all got into their cars and headed downtown except for DiDi, who went home to get the bra. She searched her drawers everywhere for it, only to come up empty. She practically tore her room apart trying to find it. While searching, she found Cara's broken bra from earlier. "You don't think..." DiDi said to herself.
Meanwhile the berserk chick, Cara, was going through downtown on a one-woman demolition spree. She was doing the general "going berserk" thing; terrorizing people, stampeding cars, scaring and crushing everything in sight. A Ford Explorer burst on the scene and out jumped the Bra Busters in all their buxom splendor. Cat, Jazz, Lydia, and Josie were ready for action and ready to take Cara out.
"Hey!" Josie yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, bitch?" Cara answered.
The word stabbed Josie like a knife in the chest. If there was one word she hated, it was "bitch." "Did she just call me a bitch?" she asked Lydia.
"She called you a bitch," Lydia said. "She called you a cocksucking bitch," she said to rile Josie up.
Damned if it didn't work. "Take her down!" Josie screamed. She got a full head of steam and charged Cara, socking her with a mighty clothesline. Barely fazed, Cara socked her in the stomach and elbowed her in the back of the head. Josie went down hard.
"Josie!" Lydia screamed. She took a good look at Cara and realized that she was wearing her bra. "Take that off, skank!" Lydia charged with Cat and Jazz right behind her. She leaped into the air with a flying jump kick; Cara caught her and slammed her into the ground.
Jazz tried a sonic shriek that had Cara covering her ears. But the second that Jazz thought she had it, Cara delivered a more powerful one that had the Busters running for cover from the shattering glass.
Cat decided that it was her turn. Designated as the powerhouse of the group, she thought she had what it took to take Cara down. She rushed forward at full speed and speared her to the ground. Cara quickly recovered and grabbed Cat by the throat and lifted her high into the air. She then tossed Cat into a wall that was about half a block away. Cat cracked the wall, and though she hurt like hell, no injuries were brought about.
DiDi pulled up near where Cat landed. She got out of the car and was immediately concerned. "Cat, are you okay?"
"Only my pride is hurt. Where's your gear?"
"She's got it," DiDi said, pointing at Cara. "My cousin Cara has it."
"That's your cousin?" Cat said. "Geez, DiDi. I think you need some new family members."
"You haven't been able to neutralize her?"
"She's too strong. If you got any ideas, I'd love to hear 'em."
"Now that we know the source of her power, we can capitalize on it."
DiDi summoned the girls and filled them in on the information. They knew what to do now.
Jazz snuck up behind Cara and tried to unhook the bra, but Cara spun around before she could do anything. At that instant though, Lydia came from behind to try and the same thing happened. Cat and Josie did the same thing and they had Cara surrounded. "Grab her!" Cat said.
Cat, Josie, and Jazz held Cara down while Lydia reclaimed her bra. The maniacal look in Cara's eyes vanished and she shrank back down to her voluptuous form.
Cara shook her head, somewhat unaware of what had happened. "Where am I?" she asked. "What's going on?"
"What's the big idea, Cara?" asked DiDi. "Going through Townsville and ripping shit up. What's wrong with you?"
"Who are you?" asked Cara.
DiDi just realized that she was her real self, not her superheroine form. "It's me, DiDi."
"Oh," said Cara, evidently not needing further explanation. "He said it could be dangerous. The magic could be dangerous."
"What magic? And who is 'he?'"
"The sorcerer. Before I came back to Townsville, I visited a sorcerer. He gave me a special elixir that would give me a body like...this. He warned me that it was very powerful and if combined with other magic, it could be dangerous. He's right. Look what I've done."
Almost on cue, Cara started shrinking. Within less than two minutes, the mind-boggling curves that DiDi was so envious of was gone. Cara stood before DiDi only slightly larger than she.
"Why?" asked DiDi.
"Remember when we were kids, we would talk about what it would be like when we grew up? I still have the same body now as I did then. I just wanted to look like a woman. Just like you...did."
Cara pointed at the bra DiDi held in her hand. "That's pretty strong magic itself. What's the story behind that?"
"It's a long story."
"I got time."
DiDi looked at the girls, who nodded their heads in approval. They worked swiftly and repaired just about all the damage done by Cara. Meanwhile, Cara and DiDi went home.
Cara and DiDi spent the rest of their time together having a lot of fun, the way it used to be. Cara used Lydia's bra for whenever the parents showed up. When DiDi took Cara to the airport when it was time to go, Cara left DiDi with an interesting thought, "It's not the size of your chest, but the size of the heart behind it." On that, Cara said goodbye, hugged DiDi and boarded the plane.
DiDi walked away saying to herself, "Maybe, but your heart won't get you on the cover of SCORE." She laughed to herself, then pulled out the bra to see what kind of trouble she could get into.