Do the Math

By Bigby Wolfe

�That will be $3.50,� the man behind the counter said.

As Lori forked over the cash, she thought about how expensive comic books were getting today. She remembers her grandfather ranting about how when he was a kid, comics were only ten cents. Of course, they weren�t like these comics at all.

Walking out of the comic shop, Lori gazed at the cover. It was the new She-Hulk series that she had been dying to get � not because of some like for the character, Lori was strictly a DC girl, but because she liked to imagine herself like Jen Walters. Big muscles, big breasts, long hair.

Entering her house, Lori was unsurprised to find a note on the fridge. �Working late at the hospital, there�s dinner on the stove. Do you homework first, then TV. Love, Mom.� Her mom tried, really, but it was hard being a single mother with a demanding job. But Lori didn�t complain � in fact, she liked having quiet time to herself.

She went up to her room and plopped down on her bed. She opened the comic and started to read.

Thirty minutes later, after Lori had read the whole comic and then gone back and looked intently at all the pictures, she put it away in her collection. Looking through all the comics she had bought in the last three years, she noticed a tread: all the superheroines had very large breasts. Of course, this was comicbookland, where lots of improbable things happened, but not one superheroine had small breasts.

Lori looked at her own breasts. They were small. They were nonexistent.

She turned back to her comic book collection. Her grandfather had actually gotten her started, three years ago on her thirteenth birthday. For a present, her grandfather had given her one of his comics he had bought when he was a kid: More Fun Comics #71. She had first thought it was a joke, but when she had finally read the comic (her grandfather insisted she read them, not just collect them) she discovered she liked it.

She especially liked on character, Johnny Quick. By saying a �speed formula,� 3X2(9YZ)4A, he could run as quick as the Flash. Lori wished there was a �breast formula.�

She turned away from her comic collection and went to do her math homework. She was surprisingly good at math, even to the point where she would sometimes correct the teacher.

Half an hour later, she was done with the equations she needed to do and decided to go on the Internet. She skimmed various sites and forums until something caught her eye: �equation for life.� She clicked the link.

What she got was an extremely complicated page of math equations. The text right above it declared that this was the �equation for all life itself� and that �you can make your own equation for your life� by following this equation. Lori shrugged and thought, What the hell, it will pass the time. As so, she picked up a piece of paper and a pencil and her trusty calculator and started to calculate her life.

It was about forty-five minutes before she was finished. She looked through the equation. It just looked like gibberish to her. Maybe if she changed something? She erased a portion with the end of her pencil and wrote something different. Then she felt an inching coming from her scalp. She scratched her hair and then went over to the mirror.

Her hair was purple. And it didn�t look like it had been dyed, either. It looked like it had been purple for her whole life. Lori stood amazed looking at her reflection. Then she ran back to the paper and changed the equation back to what it was originally. She looked in the mirror again and her hair was back to being brown.

Lori shook with excitement. She could change anything she wanted! Just with a flick of the eraser and writing in a different equation, she could change anything about her body!

She went back to the paper and rewrote what she dubbed �the purple hair formula.� She liked having the color for her hair. She wondered what her mother would think, but she didn�t really care. Then, she started looking for the breast formula. Since she didn�t know what did what, all she had to do was trial and error.

Forty minutes later, she found it. After finding the formula to make her taller (a hit! It was only a few inches, but she kept it.) and the formula to make her fatter (a miss. She changed back to her original weight.), she looked down and suddenly there were teacups on her chest. She bounced up and down in excitement and her new breasts bounced with her.

She decided she wanted to make them larger. If the breast formula could make them this big, couldn�t it make them bigger? She thought. She went back to the paper and made the formula squared. Suddenly, she felt them growing.

Going back to the mirror, she saw that she now had cleavage. She quickly took off her shirt and looked down at her breasts. They were magnificent. She had to be at least a C-cup � they looked at big as apples, but they didn�t sag at all. She touched them gingerly and then started to rub them continuously. She moaned.

She lay back on her bed and started to masturbate. Eventually, she fell asleep.

When she woke up, light was streaming through the window and Lori could smell eggs coming from downstairs. And eggs meant breakfast. And breakfast meant� mom was home!

Lori jumped to her feet, which was not a good idea, considering that she had just been lying on her back and that she had a brand new weight on her chest. She almost toppled over, but she was able to gain her balance just in time.

She looked into the mirror to confirm that last night wasn�t a dream. It wasn�t. She still had purple hair, the extra inches in height, and C-cup breasts. She smiled when she saw them, until she remembered her mom was home. Then she rushed to the paper and tried to think of the original equation. She couldn�t! Her mind was drawing a blank!

So she just erased the square on the formula and saw as her breasts shrunk back to teacups.

�Lori!� her mom shouted. �Breakfast! If you don�t come down soon, I�m going to eat it all myself!�

Lori quickly put on a t-shirt and jeans, wondering if she had time to change her hair back to brown and then saying she�ll just explain it away. She didn�t, however, know how to explain the extra weight on her chest, so she just hoped her mom wouldn�t notice. Fat change, she thought.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, she entered the kitchen and grabbed a plate of eggs. Before she could go into the dining room, her mother turned around, looked at her, and said, �You better eat those quickly, you don�t want to be late for school.�

Lori was shocked. Didn�t she notice her hair? Why didn�t her mother say something?

�Mom,� Lori said. �Do you notice something different about me?�

Her mom looked at her again. �No, nothing. Why?�

�You don�t notice any different about� my hair?� Lori asked.

�Your hair?� her mom said. �Did you cut it? Because I can�t tell.�

�It�s purple,� Lori blurted.

�Yes, but it�s always been purple, honey,� her mom said. �Now eat your eggs, because it�s obvious your brain has been affected by malnourishment.�

Lori ate her eggs with puzzlement. Her mom was surprised at all about her purple hair� because she had had it all along? Did that mean changing the equation meant you were changed from the very beginning?

Finishing her eggs, she quickly ran back up to her room and opened her closet. Yep. There were three bras hanging in there that were definitely not there before. She looked at the tags. All of them were A-cups.

Lori turned back to the equation paper. This means I can change anything I want, without anyone noticing, she thought excitedly. She made the breast formula squared again and closed her eyes as her breasts grew.

Opening her eyes, she rushed to the closet again and found now that all her bras were C-cups. She hurriedly put one on, then put on her shirt, grabbed her book bag and ran downstairs.

�Bye, mom!� Lori said as she walked out the door. �I�ll see you when I get home!�

Riding the bus was a new experience for Lori. It used to that when she got on the bus, the good seats (i.e. the ones in the far back) where taken and she had to sit up front near the driver and the nerdy kids.

Now, when she entered the bus, the kids sitting in the back rows scooted over for her. In fact, a lot of people � mainly boys � scooted over for her to sit by them. She didn�t. Instead, she sat in the one lone seat.

Immediately, a boy moved next to her. �Hey, Lori,� he said. �I know you probably don�t know me, but I sit next to you in Chem class and�� He went on prattling for the next five minutes and Lori tuned him out. She liked this new attention. Having breasts was fun. She was brought back to the conversation when the boy finally stopped talking. He waited anxiously for an answer.

�I�m sorry, could you repeat that please?� Lori asked.

�I was just wondering if you would go to a movie with me?� the boy said.

Lori thought about it. She had never been asked out on a date before and the boy wasn�t bad looking, though he was no quarterback. However, she was still getting used to the new attention, so she said, �I� don�t think so. I have a lot of schoolwork and the mom has this curfew for me, so I can�t really go out. Thanks.�

The boy looked down and Lori realized that this power of hers were more than more attention. She could affect people�s feelings. She didn�t know how she liked that.

Arriving at school, she went to her usual spot to wait for the bell to ring. Usually, she would meet her best friend Penny there and talk. She saw Penny waiting at the spot and shouted, �Hey, Penny!� at her.

Penny turned to look at Lori and looked shocked. Does she know? Lori thought. She wouldn�t look shocked if she didn�t know would she? Why is she looking shocked?

�Penny,� Lori said, �what�s up?�

�How do you know my name?� Penny asked.

�Know your name? We hang out here every morning.�

Penny�s managed to look even more shocked. �In what universe?�

Lori took this phrase into her mind and examined it. Somehow, the changes she made to herself made it so she had not befriended Penny. �Well, who do I hang out with in this universe?� Lori asked.

�Them,� Penny said and pointed to a group of girls.

Lori turned back to Penny. �Sorry,� she said and walked towards the group. It�s going to be hard adjusting to the changes, Lori thought. And I liked Penny. Maybe I can still be friends with her. �Hi, guys,� Lori said as she joined the group of girls.

�Hey, Lori,� one of them said. �So, we saw you talking to Penny over there. Do you know why her name is Penny?�

When Lori had been Penny�s friend, Penny had never told her why she was called that. Lori just assumed it was her name. �No, why?�

�Because her breasts are the size of a penny!� The girls laughed hysterically. Lori looked at all of them and noticed each of them had C-cup or larger breasts. The girl who had told the joke seemed to have the biggest. They were at least a DD-cup. It was then that Penny knew where she was: she was in the Breast Elite, where the most popular girls in school (i.e. those with a lot of sweatermeat) were a part. And the leader was Hilda Cassidy, the girl with the largest breasts in school. And she wasn�t even a senior! It was said that the senior girls were jealous of her and the quarterback was her boyfriend.

Suddenly, Lori felt uneasy. Why was she a part of this clique? She would never have joined it in a million years� but that was when she was flat chested and had no choice. And now, it was apparent that she had been accepted into the Elite.

The bell rang and the Breast Elite bounced off to class. Lori reluctantly followed.

School felt differently for Lori now. She never needed to get the teacher�s attention � all she had to do was raise her arm and he immediately honed in on her breasts. She could cut in front of the lunch line and no one would object. Others offered to do her math homework (which she declined). She was a Very Important Student.

She liked it. What she didn�t like was what she saw the other Breast Elite doing. Mocking. Teasing. Sometimes they even resorted to physical violence � Lori saw several members pinch other girls in the breast.

After school, Lori rushed home. There was another note on the fridge: �Sorry, honey. Called in for another late night at the hospital. There�s soup on the stove and noodles in the fridge. Love, Mom.�

Lori rushed up to her room and took out her equation paper. She decided she would make some changes. Having C-cups felt good and she wanted to keep them, despite the bad things, but she also wanted to get out of the Breast Elite. She didn�t want to be associated with them, she wanted to be friends with Penny again.

But she couldn�t keep her breasts and get out of the Breast Elite at the same time, could she? It was like having your cake and eating it too.

Then Lori thought of something and smiled. Hilda would never have a member of the Breast Elite who had bigger boobs than she did. Anyone with breasts larger than DD-cups were declared freaks by the Breast Elite and shunned.

Lori erased the square beside the breast formula and felt her breasts shrink. Then she made it cubed. The feeling of her breasts growing was even more intense now. After a few minutes, she looked into the mirror and was amazed at what she saw.

She now rivaled Hilda in the chest department. About as big as grapefruits, Lori�s new DD-cup breasts bounced and jiggled enticingly.

But it wasn�t enough. Lori knew if she wanted to be outcast from the Breast Elite, she had to be bigger than Hilda, not the same size. So she erased the three and put in a four.

This time, it was so intense she came close to orgasming. Lori looked into the mirror and she gazed at a goddess. Her breasts were now the size and shape of cantaloupes � at least F-cup, maybe even G-cup. Her nipples poked right out of her shirt. When Lori shivered, her breasts rippled.

Lori quickly removed her shirt and started to play with her newly enlarged breasts. She had never felt so much pleasure in her life! She squeezed the nipples and then brought one to her mouth and licked it. Her body shuddered with the release of an orgasm and juices dripped down her legs.

She striped off the rest of her clothes and climbed into her bed, not caring that she hadn�t finished her homework or that it was only 6 PM and too early to sleep. She spent the next three hours touching and fondling and messaging her breasts and getting more and more pleasure. Finally, she fell into an orgasm-induced slumber.

In her dreams, she was dressed in a gaudy superherione uniform. It was red and gold, exactly like Johnny Quick. There were, however, two things different about her uniform: her chest was stretched to accommodate her �assets.�

Lori held her hands on her hips and called out of the secret formula. �3X2(9YZ)4A!� Her breasts grew and her uniform stretched. �3X2(9YZ)4A!� More growth. More stretching. �3X2(9YZ)4A!� Her breasts looked like overinflated balloons and her uniform was stretched to the max. �3X2(9YZ)4A!� Her uniform gave up and finally exploded in a shower of red and gold spandex. And there Lori stood, stark naked, her breasts the size of blimps, a smile on her face.

Lori woke up feeling really groggy. She had forgotten what happened last night, but only remembered that she didn�t eat anything and she was very hungry. When she got up, she felt a large weight on her chest and looked in the mirror.

A whole different person looked back. Then Lori remembered. The touching, the fondling, the feelings, the orgasms.

Lori�s hands involuntarily went to touch her breasts and she was almost sucked into that again, when she heard her mom shout, �Lori! Breakfast!� Her hunger returned and Lori quickly put on clothes (also noticing how all the tops she had had changed size).

Going downstairs was a new experience. Every step resulted in a bounce and jiggle. Lori almost became hypnotized with her own breasts. She snapped out of it when she smelled eggs and came into the kitchen when an empty stomach.

With her plate of eggs devoured, Lori finally looked at her mom. It was just like yesterday. Her mom had noticed no different at all. It seemed very strange to Lori.

�Mom,� she asked, �do you find some things� usual about me?�

�Like what?� her mom said.

�Like�� Lori took a deep breath, �� the size of my breasts?�

Her mom looked at her. �Honey, we�ve had this conversation before. I think it�s perfectly natural for a growing girl to be unsatisfied with the way she looks. But I absolutely for any physical surgery! I will not have my daughter have breast implants. Maybe you can get them when you�re eighteen.�

Lori was shocked. Apparently, even with G-cup boobs, she wanted bigger. Why? Wasn�t this big enough for her?

Lori had no idea what she would experience on the bus, but what she did was absolutely not what she expected. When she walked into the bus, immediately students began changing seats. They left the entire back seat empty, just for Lori. Not one student tried to sit next to her. They�re probably all scared of these, Lori thought looking down at her boobs. And who wouldn�t?

Arriving at school, she started to walk to where Penny was. But suddenly, she thought, What if Penny still isn�t my friend? What if I�m still in the Breast Elite? Or worse, I have no friends?

Well, it�s worse to never know, Lori said to herself. She walked toward Penny.

Penny looked at her and smiled. �Lori! Lori!� Penny exclaimed. Lori sighed. Penny was still her friend, thank god.

�What is it, Penny?� Lori said.

�Well, I heard some of the girls yesterday,� Penny said. �You know, those ones that are in the Elite. Well, I heard them in the restroom and apparently they have a new nickname for us.�

Lori smiled. Just like old times, she thought. �Okay, what is it?�

�The Elephant and the Mouse,� Lori tittered. Alright, maybe it�s not like old times, Lori thought, but it�s better.

As they waited for the bell to ring, Lori and Penny talked about all the things they used to and more. They talked about how Hilda was completely jealous of Lori, of how the quarterback had been making moon eyes at Lori (he was a certifiable tit-man), and other things. Penny even said that when she turned eighteen, she wanted to have big breast implants.

�You don�t need them,� Lori said. �I know how to make you have huge breasts like me. Come over to my house after school and I�ll show you. All you really have to do is do the math.�

Finis