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Mutations

By Prederick

�� The rock bounced down the hill quickly, crashing into a larger stone and ricocheting off the walkway before landing in the water with a audible ploonk.

�� Adam wound his arm up to toss a second stone, this time arcing the tiny slab of granite high into the air, watching it splash in the water with a satisfied smile.� A third followed, then a fourth, before a pair of girls coming across the walkway that crossed the waterway stopped him mid-throw. For a moment, they gave him an odd look, and he blushed slightly, trying to pretend he was just stretching his arm instead.� He knew they probably didn�t buy it.

�� Adam Tinson was 21.� This was supposed to be a glorious Junior year of college, filled with alcohol, contraband narcotics and a seemingly unending flow of nubile, female bodies.� And it was.� Just not necessarily for him.�

�� Adam didn�t consider himself a �straight-arrow� by any definition of the term.� He�d partied on campus, drank, and partook in the occasional passing of a joint, but never to any real excess.� He knew enough people on campus that he wasn�t a total loner.� Thinking about it then, he knew if he walked over to Damien�s dorm, he�d probably be there, infuriatingly practicing his trumpet, blocking out all other thought with the noises it produced.�

�� He stood up and stretched, slinging his backpack across his shoulder, starting down the small hill towards the walkway that would take him back to the quad and his dormitory.� Morriston had invested a great deal into making its campus as scenic as the school was academically reputed, and, by Adam�s own judgment, they�d succeeded.� Oak trees were planted along the sides of this particular walkway, creating long shadows against the setting fall sun.� Alongside of the walkway, the campus�s own small waterway, �Skinny Dip Creek� the students called it, referencing the fact that every year, without fail, at least 40-50 students would hop into the water, stark naked.

�� Morrison had a student body of 9,121 at last count.� It had grown from a tiny fledgling school in 1938 to one of the Northeast�s strongest Liberal Arts schools.� The directors had even gone so far as to cater to the fine arts as well, expanding the Performing Arts Center and opening up a Dance Conservatory.

�� Damien had been particularly thrilled about that development.

�� Dancers man, think of it.�� He�d said one March weekend, over a plate of wings at the local Ruby Tuesday�s.� �Suddenly, the campus gets an influx of a couple hundred attractive, tight-bodied girls.�

�� And what makes you think they�ll be banging down your door to� bang you?�� Adam had asked, wiping his hands.

�� The odds are in my favor.� Our favor.� 9/10ths of the male dancers will probably be gay, the girls will be horny.� I think you can figure out how this ends.�

�� I think you have reality confused with fantasy.�� Adam had laughed.� �As far as I�ve been told, being a dancer does not necessarily make you into a sex beast.�

�� I�ve heard stories��

�� Puss-n-Boots is a story too.�

�� They�d spent the rest of that evening watching the Final Four and arguing over the various possibilities and pros and cons of the new influx to the student body.� And the spring had passed, summer came, and the students returned to their respective homes.� Summer passed, the students returned, and, indeed, having the dancers on campus certainly wasn�t difficult on the eyes.� However, Adam hadn�t seen any of the fringe benefits that Damien was addressing.�

�� Rounding the library and heading for the parking lot, Adam checked his watch.� 3:44 PM.� He was supposed to be at the store at 4:00 for his closing shift, as depressing a thought as he could think of.� He began to speed up his pace, beginning to fish in his pocket for the keys to his car.

�� Hey Adam!�

�� Instinctively, he winced.� Cara was a genuinely nice person, gregarious to a fault.� She simply had the habit of having some of the singularly worst timing possible.� If he was doing something important, or trying to get somewhere, she would, inevitably, interrupt him.

�� Hey!� she cried, bounding down the steps of the library and stopping infront of him.� �Whatcha up to?�

�� Adam had met Cara at orientation freshman year.� She�d been chatting up everyone in her group, and he�d been sitting, propped against a tree, trying to nod off.� She�d walked over, poked him awake, and launched into one of the most one-sided conversations he�d ever been part of.� By the time it was over, he�d said six words and they�d become friends.

�� Work.� He replied, glancing at his watch again.� �Work very, very soon.�

�� Did you finish the paper Professor Hu gave us?�

�� On Japanese militarism in the 1900�s?� No, I was going to finish it tonight.�

�� She smiled, nudging him with her elbow.� �Another last minute job huh?� You�re lucky you know how to tailor your papers to these people.�

�� Gifted with the pen of the gods, I know.� But I�ve really got to get to work��

�� Well, maybe I can come over tonight, you can help me with mine?�

�� Adam shrugged, anxious to prevent his termination and glancing at his watch again.� 3:49.

�� Okay, sure, great.� But I�m closing tonight so I won�t be back until ten-thirty.�

�� No problem, I�ll see you then.�

�� He gave a plaintive wave and turned and sprinted to his car, a black �96 Saturn he�d split the cost with his parents.�� Tossing his bookbag into the backseat atop all the magazines he inevitably ended up buying at bookstores, he jammed the key into the ignition and started the engine.

�� *�� *

�� The LatteLuck coffee corporation hadn�t missed out on the prodigious opportunity when the chance to place one of its chain stores within walking range of a college campus came along.� Toss in the fact that Morriston had been seeing a marked increase in tourists from the surrounding metropolitan areas, and it would�ve taken armed resistance to prevent them from moving in.�

�� The store did brisk business, its drink menu happily catering to everyone from the weary tourist to the businessman looking for nothing more than a Latte and a newspaper.� Given how spectacularly second-rate the caf� on campus was, the college students made their way to LatteLuck fairly often too.� All of this combined to make Saturdays less than pleasant to work if overwhelming amounts of work weren�t your preference.

�� Adam checked his watch once more and yanked open the front door, striding purposefully towards the back room.

�� Two minutes.� Garnet smiled from behind one of the registers.� �You break any laws getting here?�

�� Adam grinned sheepishly, turning the corner into the back room.� Opening his locker, he pulled out his uniform, the same as always.� A pair of Khaki pants and a black dress shirt that he hadn�t washed in weeks.� Exchanging those with his jeans and t-shirt, he smoothed the wrinkles out as best he could manage, before reaching into the pile of neatly folded red aprons, pulling one out and tying it behind his back.� A quick glance in the mirror, a final check of his clothes, and he walked to the registers, ready to work.

�� Adam had been lucky enough to land the job before Sophomore year.� Melanie, the store manager, had been so kind as to actually hire him on in May, but allow him to actually start work in August when the new year began.� She�d allowed him to tailor his schedule around his classes, and had been as good a manager as he could�ve asked for.� Currently, she was actually letting him work 10 hours a month so he could focus on his studies.� At least, so he�d said.

�� The Morriston LatteLuck generally ran pretty smoothly.� Of the 14 people on staff, 12 were currently enrolled at Morriston, which did make for the occasional no-show or someone needing to call in sick, thanks to a particularly rowdy night on the town the evening before, but even those were rare.� The job was easy work, $7.00 an hour to start for pouring coffee and making espresso drinks.� Even most of the people behind the counter were reasonably agreeable most of the time, easy for Adam to get on with.� Moreover, all but three of the people behind the counter being female wasn�t exactly a horror to deal with either.� Adam could enjoy a smug smile at the memories of constantly bumping into his fellow female employees in the cramped space behind the counter.� He�d blush, smile and apologize, and they�d give him a playful swat for his offense.

�� How�s it been today?� Adam gave Garnet a half-smile, punching in at the register terminal.

�� Pretty smooth.� She replied, gesturing to the lack of a line at the counter.� There were no more than eight people sitting a the tables in the caf� area, quietly partaking of their pastries.� �We got the milk shipment today, so we�ve got more Non-Fat milk.� Other than that, I�m just waiting until we close.�

�� Just like normal?�

�� She smiled, stepping over to the Espresso machine to make a drink.� �Like normal.�

�� Adam�s gaze lingered as he watched her.� Garnet was a senior at Morriston, and had been working at LatteLuck for two years.� He�d had a horrible crush on her since he�d began working.�

�� As opposed to her name, Garnet�s hair was actually black, not red, but she was just as striking as the color itself was.� Deep brown eyes looked out from underneath hair that hung down slightly in front.� Her face was angular and pointed, lush lips a tint of pink without the help of lipstick.�

�� More than anything however, Adam admired her profile view.� The apron hugged the protrusion of her bosom beautifully, creating swells and canyons exactly where needed.� Her breasts dropping slightly and then swelled forwards.� He�d only dreamt about the chocolate-colored nipples that surely topped them.�

�� His eyes snapped upwards as the cantaloupe-sized objects began to turn towards him, and he gave Garnet a small smile as she stirred her drink, a thoughtful look on her face.� The view from the front wasn�t bad either, although the apron hid what had been revealed on one winter�s day to be two spectacular nipples that made themselves highly prominent through any shirt.

�� Should we start pre-closing?� She asked, taking a sip of her drink.

�� Who�s on next?�

�� Garnet rolled her eyes and sighed.� �Amanda.�

�� Amanda was new to the staff, a Freshman on campus and a pledge for Beta Theta Sigma sorority.� Like any good sorority, they had a reputation, at least among the male populous for the initials �BTS� standing for �Big-Tit Sluts� rather than the Greek words. �Many of the girls on campus apparently just hated them.

�� Amanda wasn�t exactly heavy on top, but her hips flared nicely below her waist, accentuated by a heart-shaped bottom that sashayed neatly from side to side whenever she walked.� Her bubbly, �Party Girl� attitude meant they got significantly more tips whenever she was working.�

�� She�ll get the hang of things eventually.� Adam generally tried to play the peacemaker on staff.� Not insomuch because he wanted everyone else to be happy, but avoiding inter-staff squabbling generally made his life behind the counter a lot less annoying.

�� Garnet shrugged, unconvinced, finished her drink and tossed it in the garbage.� Idly, she thumbed her bra strap, and Adam could feel himself spring to life underneath his khakis as her breasts gently adjusted beneath her shirt.� A shift with Garnet was generally spent standing at attention for significant amounts of time.� He still blushed when we he thought of the time she had pressed herself against his side to hand him a drink order.� He�d been calling a drink at the time, and, the moment her breast had touched his arm, his voice had cracked.� If she did notice, she was so kind as not to say anything embarrassing about it.

�� She�s only good on register, and pretty slow there too.� Garnet wiped one of the counters off with a rag, long and determined strokes.� She wasn�t one of Amanda�s biggest fans.

�� She likes to chat up customers.�

�� You mean men.�

�� Okay, you�ve got me there.� But we get bigger tips because of it.�

�� Yeah, but I wish she�d take the �desperate for a date� act somewhere else.�

�� Adam felt himself shrink slightly as she mentioned the word �date�.� Hearing it from her only served to remind him of the myriad times he�d spent hours, days building up the courage to try and ask her out, only to catch her at a party or out in the town with some guy who Adam was pretty sure probably had a bigger dick than he did, and was better with it in bed.� After three such �strategic retreats� he�d placed her firmly on his �don�t I wish� list, joining Salma Hayek, Laura San Giacomo and a woman he�d seen at the DMV who was positively pouring out of her halter top.

�� Five and a half hours later, he was mopping the floors, working a single stubborn spot with great gusto.� Garnet was behind the counter, breaking down the espresso bar, and Amanda was on her break, sitting outside on the patio, chatting up some fellow wearing a windbreaker upside-down and backwards.� She had her hand on his knee and was leaning forward while they talked.

�� Working hard there chief?�

�� Adam jumped slightly, suddenly recognizing Garnet�s presence behind him.� Her head was craned over his shoulder.� Whatever she used on her hair, it smelled wonderful, a mix of cinnamon and spices.� He wanted to kiss her.

�� Trying to get this spot out.� Instead, he smiled sheepishly, and continued grinding the mop into the white tile.

�� Garnet was silent for a moment.� �That�s your shadow.� She quipped.

�� Adam looked down, then back at her, then down again.� �No way� this has gotta be a really well worn in��

�� Garnet pushed him slightly to his right.� The spot disappeared.�

�� Naturally, he spent a good ten seconds staring, squinting his eyes.� Behind him, he could hear Garnet chuckle and give him a pat on the back.

�� Just worry about finishing up the rest of the floor.� She smiled and walked back behind the counter.� Embarassed and intensely aroused.� He�d felt this way many, many times before.

�� Outside on the patio, Amanda had turned around and bent slightly to show her male companion the tribal tattoo at the base of her spine that had become all the rage among the under-21 crowd.� The man�s eyes were intently focused a few inches lower.�

�� Adam generally could ingratiate himself well with others, and the same could be said for Amanda.� He didn�t find her particular idiosyncrasies as annoying as his female co-workers surely did.� Yes, she did smile an inordinate amount of time, no, she didn�t seem to have much of a plan for life outside of �going to Cancun for spring break�.� But she seemed to be good people, and that was enough for him to get through a shift with her without bloodshed.

�� Adam finished up with the floor just as Amanda walked back in, waving goodbye to her company.

�� Have a nice time?� Garnet wasn�t trying very hard to hide the derision in her voice.

�� I�ve got a date for Pancake Madness.�� Amanda giggles, wheeling in a small circle.��

�� Pancake madness was the campuses unholy marriage of breakfast foods, late-night hours and rampant hormones.� Professors would serve the students pancakes, eggs and other breakfast foods during the evening, and part of the cafeteria was transformed into a dance floor.� While the event official ended at midnight, people generally trickled back to the student apartments where the liquor would flow, the stomachs would go into reverse, and the condoms given out by cigarette girls at the party would get used.� An anonymous student had started a fairly popular website about people making the �walk of shame� after the night of debauchery.

�� How about you?�� Amanda sidled up right next to Adam.� �You got a ladyfriend you intend to spend an entertaining evening with?� P-M�s in four days you know.�

�� Not as of this moment.� He confessed.� He wanted to say �No comment�, but that was a loud of a �No� as a man could possibly give.

�� Well I�m sure Garnet has a line of men out her door waiting on her.� Right?�

�� Garnet rolled her eyes.� �No comment.�

�� *�� *

�� His door took a little prodding, but the tumblers in the lock turned and it slid open.� He�d already had words with his RA about fixing the door, but campus maintenance was notorious for being, if anything, glacial in their timeliness.

�� His roommate wasn�t back, which was nice, because it meant he wouldn�t have to try and ignore him and his girlfriend making out for the 44^th time.�

�� Dan, his roommate, and his girlfriend Jessica had apparently been together for a year now, and enjoyed physically expressing their love, frequently.� This didn�t particularly irk Adam, although why they felt the need to do it in a cramped dorm room when Jessica had her own apartment off-campus was beyond him.� What did rankle his skin was the times he�d found a used condom sitting atop of his trash, the room reeking of sweat and sex.� Part of it was the fact that he felt it was rude, and the rest was abject, unabashed jealousy.�

�� Unlike Damien, who had managed to land a dancer for a night of fun already, and unlike Dan, who apparently was worried his penis would stop working if he didn�t use it, Adam�s sex life on campus had been fairly nondescript.� Nonexistent would have also been accurate, but nondescript sounded less pathetic.� He�d had a few girls over to watch a movie or two, but the relationships had constantly ended platonically.� The last serious play he�d gotten from one of the fair sex was a rather hurried and unimpressive blowjob in the beginning of sophomore year from a girl named Helen.� It had happened during the annual end-of-year carnival the Student Union sponsored, intriguingly titled �Cock Shock�, despite its lack of anything explicitly cock-related.�

�� He and Helen had absconded from the Carnival proper and headed over to the unused Tennis courts, where a fair amount of liquor and general desire lead to Helen undoing his belt buckle, releasing his member and proceeding to slobber all over his cock before jerking him a few times and declaring she was finished.� He had intended to reciprocate the measure, perhaps in order to grant himself a better bit of fellatio, but his gambit ran aground when voices suddenly became closely audible.� Helen, what with two of his fingers knuckle deep inside of her had freaked out instantaneously, yanking up her jeans and darting.� The voices hadn�t turned into curious souls or anything of the like in the end.

�� He�d attempted to look at his situation from a purely scientific standing before, trying to analyze exactly what the fatal flaw in his planning may have been.� He wasn�t a hermit, but he was rather shy and reserved, qualities he knew did more harm than good, but he�d never shied away from women.� If a conversation seemed to have an interesting angle, he would open up fairly quickly, and had reasonable small-talk skills.�

�� I know what your problem is.� Damien had claimed he had the answer to all of Adam�s troubles a month earlier as they drank beer and watched Family Guy.

�� Your problem�� Damien was pontificating at that point.� When he did so the listener was obliged to listen to all of Damien�s statement, not necessarily because it was right, but because Damien fervently believed he was right.� ��is that you�re too passive.� Girls want assertive, not passive.� That �shy guy on the couch� act only works on the WB.�

�� I�m assertive enough�� Adam had begun.

�� Bah.� Not the right kind of assertive.� You�re still working by the standard from 20 or 30 years ago.� Today, if you want the pussy, you have to go Captain Ahab about it.� Make a beeline for it , be aggressive.�

�� I don�t thin��

�� I�m not done waxing philosophical yet.� Now, problem two, is that your standards are too high.�

�� This had seemed entirely ridiculous to Adam at the time.� A lifelong virgin, he was reaching a point where he�d be willing to fuck anything bipedal with female reproductive organs.

�� I�ve seen those desktops on your computer, the pics you download.� The girls with tits out to here.�� Damien held his hands at arms length from his chest for emphasis.� �No woman on earth looks like that.� Noone ever will.� And you�re lusting after it.� Hasn�t anyone ever told you that anything more than a handful is a waste?�

�� He�d heard it before, indeed.� Unlike so many of his counterparts however, it didn�t stick.�

�� Many, many, many years ago, in 8^th grade he could remember having a absolutely spectacular crush on a girl named Maria. He�d been friends with her for a bit, and had become entirely determined to find out what the female bits looked like when she returned from summer vacation with a pair of pronounced lumps under her shirt.� At the time, it was the most gorgeous thing he�d ever seen.� He�d spent entire study halls talking and laughing with her, trying to devise away to accidentally flip a coin down her shirt.

�� Then, in 9^th grade, there was Elisa.� 5 feet tall at best, time and greater knowledge of the world had revealed that she didn�t have the biggest tits he�d ever seen.� However, at the time, and on her frame it most certainly seemed that way.� He�d harbored a crush on her that lasted all throughout highschool, and might�ve gotten a chance with her, were there not a protective ring of fellow men around her at all times, all looking to find their way into her underwear.� Being close friends with her was one of the hardest things he�d ever endured, if only because she enjoyed giving her friends hugs.� The memory of the day he had gotten his hand trapped between them, and a full, hard nipple had poked right into the center of his palm still lingered.

�� Then, in the second half of 12^th grade, there was Lisa.� He�d known Lisa, somewhat, since 3^rd grade, had even gone to one of her birthday parties.� But when puberty gifted her chest with a pair of the biggest, firmest honeydew melons the school had ever seen, she�d gone on to bigger and better things, and he�d been stuck in the lower echelon of the school�s social castes.� An extra-curricular program had united them for the tail-end of senior year.� He didn�t have a car, she did, so she was kind enough to give him a ride to and from the center where the classes were held.� In exchange, he paid her gas money, but probably should�ve slipped a few extra $20s into her purse for all the long leering looks he stole at her proud bosom.�

�� What was just a preference only got worse.� He began searching the internet for larger and larger breasts, marveling at the Yulia Novas and the Sarenna Lees.� He had to admit, it had changed his tastes somewhat.� Where his friends saw in a large C �big breasts� he now saw �a good start�.� By this point it was a full-blown fetish, kink, whatever the term that, if he let it, dominated his thinking.� Thankfully, reality tempered that.� Time had taught him to keep the desire at a low roar, and had given him a healthy appreciation for breasts of all shapes and sizes.� But still, at the back of his head, it loomed.

�� He glanced at the screen of his PC.� A elegant drawing of a woman, dolled up like the stereotypical innocent �daddy�s girl�, a skin-tight sundress adorning her form was the current desktop.� As Vincent had noted, she had a pair of soccerball-sized breasts, pushing through the top as if they would rip through, the outlines of two large nipples quite prominent.� He absolutely adored it, but only used it when he was sure noone else was around.�

�� His door knocked, and he whipped his head around to look at his clock.� 11:09. Cara.

�� Adam?� You in there?�� She called through the door in a singsong voice.

�� Quickly switching the desktop to a videogame wallpaper, he tried to will his erection away, stood up, and opened the door.

�� *�� *

�� So who was the Emperor again that let things shift from the Genro to the Parliament?�

�� Taisho, 1921-1926.�

�� And Manchuria?�

�� That was� 1931� I think.� I�m not sure, I�d check just in case before class tomorrow.��

�� Cara tapped a few keys on her laptop, furrowing her brow in thought.� �What exactly does Professor Hu want from us again?�

�� A look at a few of the factors that influenced Japanese militarism in the early 20^th century.� Three pages, 12-point font, double spaced.� It�s not tough.� I�m nearly through it as is.�

�� Well I actually have to work at it, while you can bullshit your way through a final.�

�� Adam gave a small bow from the chair infront of his PC.� If he had one good ability, it was that he knew how to make a paper that was finished three minutes before class seem like it had been exhaustively researched and meticulously planned.� He liked to say he had �a way with words.�� Cara preferred �bullshitting.�

�� Hey�� Cara was mid-typing, and didn�t look up as she spoke.� �Do you have any idea when the midterm is going to be?�

�� Adam stared up a the ceiling for a long moment before tilting his head back down, gazing at the slight dip in Cara�s shirt that belied the vision of just a bit of cleavage.�

�� He�d considered it for a long time.� Why not Cara?� She certainly seemed nice enough to him, it probably would be his best possible shot at getting any real action.� Sure, she wasn�t as stunning as Garnet or as nicely rounded as Amanda� there were a number of girls on campus that he�d pegged higher on his list, but by his calculations, the only way that was happening involved a rag soaked in chloroform and a jail sentence afterwards.

�� However, as horribly after-school-special as it sounded, he was friends with Cara first.� He�d known her for two years, and there hadn�t been as much as a sniff of sexual tension between them.� The looks he sneaked at her breasts he did with just about any woman.

�� Cara is a friend more than anything else. Adam thought.� I�m not going to screw things up with the only girl on campus who will even accept an invitation to my room, sex or no sex.� Anyway, she�s nice, kind of cute, but not really all that�

�� HEY!�

�� Adam jerked slightly in his chair, turning to look at Cara, who was giving him an unhappy glare and snapping her fingers.

�� I asked you when the midterm might be, not what the meaning of life was.� Zone out on your own time.� She arched an eyebrow, annoyed.

�� Oh� uh� it�s on uh� the 28^th.� It�s on the 28^th.�

�� You sure?�

�� I�ll bet a round at Oasis on it.�

�� You�re on.�

�� *�� *

�� The clock on his taskbar read 2:59 AM.�

�� With a yawn and a groan Adam conceded defeat to time.� He had to be awake for a 10 AM class, 19^th Century American Literature to be exact.� And he hadn�t done all the necessary reading.

�� Groaning loudly as the realization struck him, he saved his current point in the game he�d wasted an hour with, and prepared to shut off his PC.� For a long moment, he stared at his wallpaper, of that girl, in the sundress, a vision from a dream, a fantasy unachievable.�

�� How I wish I could fuck you.� He smirked, before turning the computer off.�

�� Stripping to his boxers, tossing his jeans and shirt on the floor of his closet, he walked to the bathroom.� The best news of the evening was the fact that if Dan wasn�t back by this point, he probably wasn�t returning and would be doing Adam the kindness of boning Jessica at her place all night long, rather than playing �can we fuck without Adam hearing?�, a game that, by Adam�s count, they were doing terribly in.

�� Mid-tooth brushing, he stopped, looking at himself in the mirror.� Suddenly self-conscious, he sucked in his stomach, a rather meaningless effort given his six-foot, 150 lbs frame, the difference was from �a little gangly� to �Ethiopian�.�

�� Finishing his ministrations, Adam returned to his room, set the alarm, and pulled his sheets up over his body.

�� *�� *

�� His door clicked open audibly.� Bleary-eyed, Adam propped himself up on his elbow, looking at the alarm clock.� 3:48 AM.

�� God dammit.� He pulled the sheets up over his head, trying to block out the sliver of light that shone in through the opened door.� I need to be up tomorrow and Benny Hill�s back, probably to screw his girl until the morning light and deprive me of five hours of sleep.

�� He kept his ear piqued for the usual noises of grunting, giggling and the occasional moan as the pair would fumble their way into Dan�s bed.� Seconds began to drag with no noise, and he furrowed his brow.� Dan was, if anything, not stealthy.� Even if Jessica wasn�t with him, he would�ve made some serious noise as he made for bed.� Quickly, he began to scan through possibilities, things that could be the case.� He had settled on practical jokers or thieves when the door clicked again, this time closed, drowning the room in darkness.�

�� While the sheets were still over his head, both eyes were now wide open.� For the uniqueness of some of its students, Adam had always thought of Morriston as a quiet, safe place.� Now, his heart was in his throat, wondering if anyone was in his room with him.� Moreover, why?

�� Slowly, half expecting to see the muzzle of a revolver pointed right between his eyes, Adam pushed back the sheets, peering his head out.� His eyes struggled to adjust, and they did, but only after the footfall of a bare foot upon the tile of his floor gave away more than enough.� He could see the outline of the figure, murky at best, but just ahead of the foot of his bed, standing right next to the edge, someone was there.

�� His heart having stopped four beats ago, Adam took a fraction of a second to size up his available options for self-defense.� Having done so, he chose the best available.

�� Opening his mouth, he began to scream.

�� Not more than a single note had emerged before, like an uncoiling cat, the form leapt on top of him, clapping a hand over his mouth, muffling his cries.� He tried to struggle, but he could feel legs pinning his together, an arm and knee pinning down his arms.�

�� During all of this, pressing gently against his chest he could feel something soft and gentle.� As the figure stopped his struggling, they pressed harder, and despite the cloth shirt his assailant must�ve been wearing, he knew that feeling of soft, pliable pillows against him.

�� Holy shit.� His eyes darted around as he tried to get a better look.� I�m about to get murdered by a porn star.

�� Seconds passed slowly, with no knife, no killing blow.� He was still screaming into this woman� well, hopefully this woman�s palm, but, sensing the futility, allowed that to wane to an end.� The moment he stopped, he felt the hand loosen against his mouth.

�� Ssssssssshhhh.� Quiet.� A distinctly female voice from above him.� Still, he nodded his assent, and felt his arms go free the grip upon his legs loosen.� He pushed himself up and away slightly, only to feel a shapely rump plop itself down upon his hips, wiggling suggestively.

�� His eyes had adjusted reasonably well enough to make out the important details.� The long hair, the thin tapered face, what he was dearly hoping was a smile.� It was a woman, but the real proof of gender seemed to lie just below her shoulders.

�� There sat, wobbled really, two tremendous basketball-sized mounds underneath a t-shirt straining to hold them in.� As if sensing his gaze shift, she swung them back and forth, as if to convince him that they were real.�

�� Wh� wh� wha�� Adam stuttered, gaping.

�� Shhhhhhhhhh!� This time a single finger pressed to his lips, hushing him.� So he did, and watched.� Through the dark, he could see her arms dropping down, crossing, taking the hem of her shirt and pulling upwards, ever upwards, struggling a bit as the shirt reached the expanse of her bosom but finally pulling it over her head, tossing it to the side.�

�� Adam found himself severely wishing that there was more than one light in the room, more frustrated that the light switch was in the doorway, so very far away from him right now.� He couldn�t make out all the majesty of her breasts, but he could certainly see enough.

�� She giggled and wiggled her hips again, alerting him to the near-painful erection that tented his boxers.� Smiling, she caressed it down to his stomach, sending waves of pleasure through his body.�

�� She stood up suddenly, and he could make out her sliding something down her legs, and tossing it to the side before squatting back down over his cock.� Hovering slightly above it, her fingernails touched the sides of his hips, causing him to jerk reflexively.� Another giggle, her hands flattening his member down onto his stomach.� He let out an audible grunt as the wet heat of her pussy suddenly settled down upon his flattened member, sliding across its length.� She whimpered softly, and moved closer to him, those mammoth mammaries crushed into his torso.� He felt like he was going to blow his load right then and there.

�� You�re nice.�� Pearly-white teeth dazzled at him even in the darkness.� Moving her head forwards, her lips touched his briefly, then pressing down again, her tongue teasing his lips, gently coaxing them open and into a more passionate kiss.�

�� Adam�s fears of being brutally murdered, kidnapped, or being on the receiving end of a fraternity hazing prank had melted away to nothing at this point.� He had no idea who this woman was, where she was from, or why she was here.� He could barely see her, but the glimpses and silhouettes she created were more than enough.� And, as he ran his hands down her sides, the twin bulges at either side of her chest were all the encouragement he could�ve possibly needed.

�� He felt her shudder and moan into his mouth as his hand caressed the side of her breast.� She pulled away from their kiss, sitting straight up upon him, her legs now bucking against his groin.� He couldn�t make out that much of her face, but as her moans became more pronounced and longer, his imagination filled in the blanks.�

�� Abruptly, she took his hand and pressed it deep into the flesh of her breast.� He could�ve sworn his hand sunk in at least an inch, a bulbous nipple poking right between his index and middle fingers.� She wanted some massaging there, and he obliged, curling his fingers and digging gently into her bosom, his other hand sliding its way across the expanse of skin to capture her other nipple between thumb and forefinger.

�� Immediately, the woman let out a shriek and went ramrod straight.� He actually released her nipple, for fear of hurting her.� However, she quite forcefully grabbed his hand and guided it right back to the sensitive nub.�

�� Shit, fuck� do it harder�. Please�� She managed between gasps.� She had resumed her sliding up and down his dick, leaning forward slightly to stimulate her clitoris.

�� Adam happily obliged, leaning forward and pulling the nipple to his mouth, flicking over the tip with his tongue, his other hand still feverishly massaging her other breast.� She squealed in return, wrapping one arm around the back of his neck, pulling her deep into her cleavage.�

�� Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK, OH FNNAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGH!��

�� Adam�s sexual track record with girls wasn�t stupendous.� He�d only gotten anywhere close to sex with one, Kimmi, a girl he briefly dated in high school.� She was a generally quite, demure person, and the two times he�d gone down on her, he�d never entirely figured out whether she had cum or not.�

�� This woman, whoever she was, on the other hand, was apparently having the kind of orgasm that the women in the porn movies he�d downloaded faked.� And all of this simply from a little breast play and stimulation.

�� She leaned down into him, hiding her face in the side of his neck to muffle the noise, and screaming for all she was worth.� Finally, after what seemed like at least two or three minutes, her thrashing slowed and her breathing became slow and regular.� He could feel the bite marks in the side of his neck already as she pulled away, sliding her lips across his check to place her mouth over his for another long kiss.

�� Nice.� She wasn�t one to overstate the moment, apparently.

�� You must fuck this woman. Adam thought to himself as she peeled away from him, settling back on the bed.� Fuck her now.

�� Make me cum again.� She mewled gently.� The pungent aroma of sweat and sex hung in the air.� Adam felt as hard as he�d ever been in his life. His cock simply ached with anticipation.

�� I want to try something first.� Leaning forward, he placed his hands underneath her hips, gently lifting and spreading her legs.� He heard her whimper, but gently, kept on pushing until she was nigh-bent in half, her toes touching the sheets above her shoulders.�

�� She giggled again.� �Nice.�

�� She seemed to understand his intentions, and grabbed her heels to keep her legs down.� He smiled a bit, caressing the curve of her ass before tracing his fingers along the outside of her pussy.� She moaned appreciatively in response.

�� His fingers traced the outside of her pussy until her whimpering pleas convinced him to slide just one finger along the opening�s length.� She was as wet as any woman he�d ever come along, and as responsive as he could�ve hoped for, her pussy instantly clasping around the finger he slid inside of her.� Her body began to shudder slightly again as he pulled it out, a work of some difficulty in and of itself with the amount of clenching she was managing.� One that finger was free, another joined it, as he penetrated her with two fingers.� This time, as he removed them, he curled them slightly inside of her, his free hand dancing along her stomach until encountering the pile of tit-flesh that sat upon her chest.

�� Two fingers became three, and three became four, as he found himself having to use his elbow to control her bucking hips and ass.� She was moaning loudly again now, and continually attempted to match his speed with her hips whenever he began to finger-fuck her.� With every rise and fall of her hips, he could feel her breastflesh tremble and quiver underneath his hand, so much so that he found it near-impossible to properly capture and pleasure one of her oh-so-sensitive nipples.�

�� She had apparently given up her previous plea of �quiet� and had now launched into a series of squeals, grunts and moans of pleasure.� Her language skills, nothing to note of previously, had deteriorated even further into a steady stream of expletives and �Oh God� cries.�

�� Adam, on the other hand, felt, for the first time in his life, completely in control.� He didn�t know exactly what he might do, but he knew when he wanted this woman to have another orgasm, another thunderous orgasm, he could.� He�d always dreamed about this kind of control, being able to have a woman�s sexuality at his very fingertips.� He wanted this woman to beg him to give her a rest, a chance to breathe.

�� Slowly, he lowered his head over her pussy, sliding his fingers deep inside her once more.� Gently searching, his tongue found her clit, the sensitive nub engorged and waiting for pleasure.� A flick with the tip of his tongue first, then a long lick with the flat side.� Another flick before encircling it with his lips, sucking gently.

�� The effect was as if a bolt of lightning had hit her.� She exploded into a keening cry, her hips leaping upwards into his face.

�� Oh god!�� The whole dorm could probably hear them.� �Make me cum!� Make me cum!� MAKE ME��

�� *�� *

�� Adam awoke to the most annoying, insistent beeping.� He was a pretty heavy sleeper, and had bought the alarm especially because of it�s loud, abrasive noise.� He�d actually heard from their next-door neighbors that they occasionally used it as a alarm, so oppressive was the noise.

�� Opening his eyes slowly, Adam stared at the wall for a very, very long moment.� He�d had that vision last night, that dream� was it?� Did it really happen?� Did that woman really exist?

�� In one fell swoop Adam tossed the covers off himself, half-expecting to see the beauty lying underneath the sheet with him.� The entire experience had been so powerful, so vivid.� He felt like he could still taste her cunny juices on his lips.

�� He was in bed alone.� His boxers were still on, his sheets didn�t have that �just fucked in� look to them, nothing.� Quickly, he touched his throat where he remembered she had bitten him.� No tenderness, no impressions, and he was almost entirely sure, no marks.� He smiled wryly.� The only thing left from that late-night tryst was a small drool mark on his pillow and a raging erection that might not go away until lunchtime.� He glanced at his alarm clock, turning the klaxon off.

�� 9:25 AM.� He had just enough time to get dressed, brush, grab breakfast and head for class.� He fairly hopped out of bed.� The dream was proving to be sexual frustration of the highest caliber, but, it was one of the best fantasies that he�d ever had, which was at least something.� Standing in the bathroom infront of the mirror, he gave a short moment�s thought to masturbation, but opted against.� He�d have more than enough time later on in the day, perhaps peruse a few websites and satisfy himself.�

�� The thought brought a vaudevillian groan to his mouth.� Satisfy himself.

�� Gotta work on changing that.� He chuckled, bringing the toothbrush to his mouth.

�� *�� *

�� So, to answer your question class, yes, there is a great deal of homoerotic imagery in �As I Lay With My Head In Your Lap Camerado�.� You�ll all find that it doesn�t take a whole lot of looking to find rampant sexuality in Walt Whitman�s poems.�

�� Like in �I Sing The Body Electric�?�

�� Well, arguably to a lesser degree, but yes, indeed it exists there too.�

�� Adam really wasn�t having all that much trouble in 19^th Cent. American Lit.� He was breezing through the class without much trouble, so the material wasn�t really the problem in terms of difficulty.� No, the trouble today was the subject matter.� After last night�s happenings, Adam had wanted to get away from sex, at least in all its explicit glory.� So, when the professor had started off class by handing out a piece of modern erotic poetry to everyone and asking everyone to compare and contrast it with Whitman�s works, things hadn�t gotten better.� He�d been shifting in his seat for half of the two-hour class, trying desperately to find a place for his raging hard-on to sit where it wouldn�t be jammed up against the fabric of his jeans and extremely painful.

�� Tack onto all of this that since Adam had left the dorm that morning, his arms had felt like mush and it had been a particularly miserable day so far.� He could write and lift thing still, with a little effort, but his arms felt unnaturally weak, a slight tingle at his shoulders and elbow.� He figured he�d hit his funnybone on something sometime during the course of the day, but when the sensation remained after an hour, it became quite apparent that he was in for a long day.

�� He glanced at the girl again.� He had no idea who she was, but he shared two classes with her, this one and Intro to Psychology.� She generally sat infront of him, which meant he had a way to distract himself when class got boring. �

�� She wasn�t unbelievably hot, but she was quite pretty.� She consistently wore hip-hugging sweatpants and a t-shirt to class, along with sandals.� Her face was cherubic, sparkled with freckles on her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose.� If it wasn�t for her body, she could easily be mistaken for a much, much younger girl.� And her body was eye pleasing.� Not to Adam�s fantasy standards, but to realistic ones, yes.� Her breasts sat firmly on her chest and had all the firmness and perkiness that youth could possibly grant them.� Her body angled in slightly at the stomach before flaring out again at the waist, not terribly but enough to give the image of what might one day be an hourglass figure.� If anything, she knew how to accentuate the baby fat that made her hips and behind seem so very enticing.� He guessed she was one of the dancers.� He would�ve liked to have found out more about her, and could�ve sworn he�d caught her casting furtive glances in his direction.� But to his understanding, she had a boyfriend, and that meant hands off.

�� You oughtta say �Hi� after class. He thought.

�� The professor rattled off the next day�s assignment and dismissed the class.� Adam heaved his bookbag onto his shoulders, clipping his Mp3 player back to his waist and replacing the headphones upon his ears.� He generally set the volume to block out the rest of the world, the theory being noone was talking anyway, and whoever really wanted to talk to him could tap him.

�� Giving the professor a pleasant nod goodbye, he walked out of the classroom, standing for a moment as he cycled through songs on his playlist, looking to find an acceptable one for the day.� Something slow, something almost mournful, to fit the dreary gray skies outside.

�� He almost jumped when a pink, well-manicured finger tapped him on the shoulder.

�� Hi� um� Adam?�

�� It was her!� The girl from class!� Speaking to him!� On purpose!� He knew the odds against the next words of her mouth being �Please fuck me� were slim, but he hoped anyway.

�� Hi�� He had absolutely no idea what here name was, or even might have been.� He racked his mind, hoping a memory would bring something useful to the forefront.

�� Brittany.� She smiled genuinely, giving him a moment to thank the gods that she was kind enough to forgive his gaffe.

�� Brittany!� Yeah, sorry,� He grinned sheepishly.� �I suck with names.� Can�t even remember my relatives sometimes.�

�� She smiled again, giggling, covering her mouth with her hand.� �Hey, listen; you seem pretty good in class��

�� Is she going to ask me to help her study?� Oh dear god let her ask me to help her study.� Oh god I swear I�ll�

�� So you must�ve heard the homework.� What was it again?�

�� Shit.

�� Yeah, the homework, it was to begin read �Young Goodman Brown� for next class, and then to chapter 4 of �Maggie�.�

�� She wrinkled her brow.� �That much?� I don�t think I�ll remember all that.� Could you do me a big favor and jot that down?�

�� All she honestly wanted was a favor.� This was a bit of a hit to Adam�s ego, but it wasn�t exactly like he was scoring with every 3^rd girl to start with.�

�� Yeah, sure�� he said, unslinging his backpack and unzipping one of the front pockets.� He removed his notepad, where he generally kept his assignments.� Ripping off a piece of paper, he scribbled down the evening�s homework.�

�� There ya go.�� His hand trembled slightly as he handed her the paper, and he could feel a blush begin to tinge his cheeks. It wasn�t that he was embarrassed because of her beauty, no, it was that he was having difficulty holding his arm straight.� The tingling sensation was worse than ever, like a thousand volts of electricity crackling up and down his arms.� Not painful, but immensely disorienting.�

�� She smiled a little, taking the paper from his hand.� As she did, her fingers brushed his.

�� Adam felt all the tingling instantly disappear from his arms.� It was as if the sensation was nothing more than a static charge, discharged the moment he had touched her. He would�ve given an audible sigh of contentment, but for her.

�� Brittany was blushing bright red, and wasn�t moving.� That girlish smile had been replaced with a look of shock and something else he couldn�t quite put his finger on.� She seemed to be holding her breath, and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before letting the air out in a rush, panting.

�� Are� you okay?�� Adam raised an eyebrow.� He knew some of the girls on campus were odd�

�� She glanced at him, and blanched.� �Yeahimfinegottago!�

�� She skittered off as if he was holding an assault rifle and a severed head.� Adam stood in the hall for a long moment, wondering what in the hell had just happened.� After some time, he shrugged.� She�d probably had some feminine problem to attend to, something embarrassing.� He chuckled slightly, his mind conjuring up comedic, although rather blue-collar ideas of what the problem might just be.� Flipping his headphones back on, he hit the play button on his Mp3 player, and began to walk down the hall.

�� *�� *

�� So she just ran off?��

�� Jetted as if her house was on fire.�

�� Damien chuckled.� �Maybe lunch caught up to her, if you get my drift.�

�� I do, and that�s disgusting, albeit possible.� Adam smiled, chewing on his sandwich.�

�� It could happen, women aren�t invulnerable you know.�

�� Adam laughed.� �You know, I actually thought women didn�t use the bathroom for the first 10 years of my life for anything other than peeing.�

�� They had staked out their usual table in the campus caf�.� On the second floor of the twin-tiered establishment, they could look down upon others from their position, an moderate advantage for lovers of cleavage.�

�� So what�s your plan for the evening?�� Damien had been puttering around with his pasta for about ten minutes now, specifically picking out all the Portobello mushrooms.

�� Nothing, why?�

�� Feel like taking in a show?�

�� Details?�

�� Satellite Delay is playing at Oasis.� You interested?�

�� Isn�t SD one of those frat bands we�ve had making me hate my ears recently?�

�� No, you�re thinking of Murdersphere, which does suck.� SD�s from the campus, yes, but they�re walking that thin line between high-minded Prog-Rock elitism and music that can be enjoyed by the masses.�

�� So why would a Jazz major be interested in seeing a Rock show?�

�� Buck-fifty night.� Everything, the door, drinks, food, it�s all $1.50.�

�� One-time fee?�

�� Don�t you wish.�

�� Adam thought for a long moment, swallowing the last bit of ham and swiss.� �Pancake madness is this Friday��

�� And it�s free.� This is cheap, even for someone with $25 in their bank account, like you.�

�� Adam reached over and plucked one of the Portobello mushroom slices off the side of Damien�s plate, popping it into his mouth.� �Alright, I�m down.�� He rested his head in his palm.� �May I take a guess as to the real reason you�ll be attending?�

�� Damien scraped the last of the Alfredo sauce off his plate.� �Yes, the ladies.� Any idiot could figure that out.�

�� Are the prospects any good?�

�� Damien stood up from his seat and looked over the edge of the wall, down into the rest of the caf�.� �You tell me.�

�� They shared a laugh for a moment, beginning to pack up their books, clearing their table before they stopped.

�� Hello gentlemen.�

�� Katie was sauntering over to the table.� Probably one of the only dancers who didn�t have about $25K of �Daddy�s money� at their disposal, she was one of the few really unique faces among the core.� Her hair was dyed into tiger stripes, orange and black lines zipping through her hair.� Her face was small and cute, still round and a little chubby from baby fat.� Above two thin lips and a small, upturned nose sat hazel eyes that seemed to glint when she got excited.

�� Despite the dancer�s build, Katie was still quite attractive, lithe, lines slowly curving across her form like a plane�s.� Adam had decided long ago that if he�d try and put a move on any woman who didn�t have huge breasts, it probably would�ve been her.�

�� And she didn�t, sadly.� Adam had wondered long and hard about slapping a pair of DD�s on her chest, and how comical it might look on the five-foot-nothing girl, but those were fantasies.� He didn�t expect her to go out running to get shiny new implants just by his behest.

�� Enjoying your Freshman year?� Damien grinned evilly as he spoke.� Katie was technically in her sophomore year, but money concerns with her family had forced her home for a semester.� She was finishing her Freshman year�s studies this fall.

�� You want I should hurt you?�� She spoke in a faux-Russian accent, placing her hand on her hip and glaring at Damien as she spoke.� She�d absolutely hated the unintended sabbatical, she�d basically started this year making friends from scratch again.

�� Only if you make it feel good.� Damien chuckled.

�� Enough lovebirds.� Adam clucked, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder.� �What business brings you to talk to us?�� He took a lingering glance at Katie�s shirt.� The black cotton t-shirt was doing absolutely nothing to conceal two prominent bumps in the front.� She�d admitted to getting her nipples pierced long ago, and generally counterbalanced her bragging about how much better it made foreplay feel with how annoying �always having my headlights on� was.

�� I�m bored and felt the need to be bored with someone.�� She patted down the front of her oversized jeans, brushing off some dust.� �And I know neither of you have class for the rest of the afternoon, so�.�

�� She dug into her shoulderbag, pulling out a DVD copy of Starship Troopers.

�� I figured we could burn out another 400-500,000 brain cells.��

�� We don�t have any weed.�� Damien interjected.

�� Katie thwacked him with the case.�

�� Well, it is a quarter to four now�� Adam said, musing.� �When�s the show start Damien?�

�� Eight, probably eight-thirty by College Student time.�

�� More than enough time.�� Kate smiled, tossing the DVD in the air and catching it.� �C�mon, I haven�t seen this one yet and I�d very much like to.�� She waggled her eyebrows invitingly.� �I hear there�s naked women in it.�

�� They said that about Tomcats too.�� Damien grunted.

�� I also hear that they�ve got Doogie Howser dressed up like a Waffen SS general.� She chortled.

�� The geek in Adam suddenly roared to life.�

�� Let�s not waste any time then.�� He smirked.

�� *�� *

�� It wasn�t laughably bad, but it wasn�t good either.� But, sitting with two of his friends, tossing comments from the peanut gallery made the experience significantly better.� When you weren�t the only one laughing at a particularly awful piece of dialog, it became a real communal experience.

�� Damien was laying on the beanbag chair that Dan had brought into the room on a apparent buying spree one weekend.� Adam and Katie lounged on Adam�s bed, Katie lying on her stomach at the foot, near the TV, Adam sitting at the head.� Adam and Damien had worked out this seating arrangement for the sheer purpose of getting the best view of any possible female company�s assets as possible.� Whether those in the position of being the looked upon were blissfully unaware they didn�t know, but honestly, they didn�t really care either.�

�� That said, they�d done this with Katie numerous times before, and, while she was attractive, she was a friend, and must�ve certainly regarded them with something like platonic-interest.� So, as much as Adam did admire the way the seam of her jeans created a very aesthetically pleasing cleft between her buttocks, he knew that an untowards grab would be far, far more trouble than it was worth.� Still, watching the individual muscles flex as she kicked her legs up and down slowly was a sight to enjoy.

�� I�m surprised.� This sucks a whole lot less than I expected.� Damien leaned over in his seat, opening the microfridge that (thankfully) came with the room, extracting a can of soda.� �It�s almost like they knew they were making a B-rate Sci-Fi movie.�

�� Katie shifted position to look at Damien better.� �Yes, and I�m sure your opinions were in no way slanted by that scene in the shower.�

�� Adam chuckled.� �There were naked men there too, and you didn�t hear us complaining.� Everyone was having a good old time.�� He began rubbing his elbow.� That tingling had come back.

�� Katie sat up.� �Speaking of naked people having a good time, you�ll both be attending Pancake Madness, right?�

�� With bells on.�� Damien smiled.��

�� So I can assume you�ll both have a female consort to join you?�

�� Adam rolled his eyes.� Kate was nice.� Katie was also a habitual meddler.

�� I�ve got something lined up...� Damien reached into the trashbin and threw a wadded-up piece of paper at Adam.� �But I don�t know about Hugh Hefner over there.�

�� Katie turned to look at him, the same way you might look at a lost dog.� Adam absolutely hated when conversations turned to his love life, or lack thereof.� And conversations with Katie went that way 2/5 of the time.�

�� C�mon.� I want you to find someone.� You deserve someone.� Why don�t you ask one of the girls in one of your classes?�

�� Because I�m sure they�re all already otherwise occupied.�

�� Have you asked them?�

�� Call it a good hunch.�

�� Katie slapped her thighs in frustration.� �Come on!� I hate sitting idly by and watching you let opportunity pass you by.� Get someone, anyone!� Even if it�s just as a friend.�

�� Does that mean you count?�� Adam chuckled to hide his own frustration.� He preferred to deal with his own ineptitudes on his own time.

�� Swear it Adam, swear you�ll at least try.�� Katie extended her hand.

�� Oh come on��

�� I�ll make your life a living hell if you don�t.�� She grinned. He frowned.� She could.

�� Fine.�� Adam grumbled.� �I will do everything in my power to make sure I have a date for Pancake Madness.�

�� Shake on it.� Katie extended her hand further.

�� Growling, Adam leaned forward and took her hand.

�� For a fraction of a second, he felt nothing, as if his arms had gone entirely numb just from touching her.� As quickly as the numbness came, it disappeared however, replaced just as quickly by the tingling again, which seemed this time, rather than instantly discharging, to quickly build in sensation, reaching a sudden, fast crescendo.

�� Katie must�ve felt something, because after a moment�s shaking, she yanked her hand away from his, rubbing hers and looking at him angrily.� �Hey!� You give me a shock or something?��

�� The tingling in his arms was slowly dying away, and he rubbed his wrists, smiling sheepishly, wondering what in the hell had just happened.� This was the second time today!

�� Yeah, a shock or something, sorry.� He shrugged.

�� She swatted him with her hand before swinging her legs off the bed, standing up and stretching, arcing her back.� Whenever a girl did this, Adam watched, habitually, but this time he wasn�t looking on in quite as much lust as he was absolute shock.� Katie, who had no tits to speak of five minutes earlier, had tits.� Nothing gargantuan, but she had suddenly gone from �flat as a board� to a perky pair of B�s.�

�� Adam goggled for a long moment, then turned his eyes to Damien, who was fiddling with his watch and apparently hadn�t noticed.� Turning back to Katie, he watched as she finished her stretch.� No, his eyes weren�t playing tricks on him, even standing straight up now, there were small mounds pushing her nipples ever more forward in her shirt.� He looked at her face as she went to retrieve the DVD from the player.� She hadn�t noticed, or was handling the sudden change with more grace than any other human could.

�� Alright gentlemen.�� She smiled, waving as she gathered her bag.� �I�ll leave you two to� whatever it is you two do.� No details, please.�

�� And with that, she walked out the door.

�� Holy shit.� Adam thought.� What the hell was that?

�� *�� *

�� Adam could certainly understand why the streets had so many pedestrians.� It was an absolutely gorgeous fall evening.� Not a digit over 74 degrees, a mild breeze whipping up occasionally, and nothing but the stars and moon in the sky.�

�� Morriston had a large enough student body, and the town itself was large enough to facilitate a pretty well populated downtown area and a reasonably thriving bar-hopping scene.� It wasn�t extravagant, but there being six different places you could serve alcohol wasn�t a real burden on anyone.� Anyone of age who wanted to enjoy an evening out most certainly could.� And anyone who wasn�t of age probably could figure out a way to enjoy such an evening, given they had $40 and knew a few seedy people.

�� You look nervous.� Damien chuckled, giving Adam a hearty slap on the back. �We haven�t even begun discussing talking to women yet and you look like you�re going to piss your pants.�

�� Thanks for the words of encouragement.�� Adam grunted, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt.� Yes, he was nervous, but not about talking to girls.� About something else happening.� Today had been deranged enough to begin with, and now, ever so gently, he could feel the tingle in his right arm again, a gentle thrum in the back of his mind, unwilling to let him forget about its presence.�

�� Seriously, don�t worry about a thing.� Sit down, have a beer, enjoy the music, we�ll make some stupid jokes, maybe we�ll make some new friends.�� Damien smiled reassuringly, handing the bouncer his ID.� Adam followed suit, a casual glance at his Driver�s license and the bouncer waived them both inside.

�� Oasis was probably the most popular of Morriston�s bars, despite the fact that it wasn�t as large as Bohager�s, the Irish Pub/Sports Bar, or R.M.T.�s, which attracted a significant amount of tourists also.� Oasis often features some of the best deals on spirits however, from 25-cent shot night to tonight�s $1.50 extravaganza.� Factor in that they booked bands every week, almost exclusively from Morriston and any campuses nearby, and it was the official watering hole for most of the students.�

�� Cozy without being small or cramped, most of the seating space was already taken.� Some tables had been cleared away in order to create a small dance floor, which was already cheek and jowl by the time they arrived.� Satellite Delay, two seniors and two juniors from of varying majors was already milling about the stage, doing soundchecks and setting up their equipment.� In addition to the four band members, cardboard cutout stand-ups of the Simpsons were also on stage, inexplicably.

�� There!�� Damien yelled over the din, pointing to a small booth that hadn�t been claimed yet.� Gently pushing their way through the crowd, they managed to claim the table as their own with a minimum of muss and fuss. Damien only sat for a moment before standing up again.

�� First round of the night is on me.� What�s your poison?�

�� Sam Adams or Guinness, whatever�s on tap.�� Adam said as loudly as he could.� Damien nodded, but between the intermittent cheering and sound of guitars being tuned, he could only hope his friend would have some knowledge of what he should be getting.

�� People were still filtering in as the crowd began to settle as the band finished their pre-show workup and the lead singer stepped to the microphone.� He dedicated their first song of the evening to some philosopher Adam wasn�t familiar with and spent at least a full minute speaking at length on the decay of human society before launching into the first song, a slow, somber piece that certainly didn�t bode well for anyone looking to have an upbeat evening out.�

�� When someone fell into his lap with a screech, Adam honestly believed it was Damien, playing some sort of gag on him.� But Damien wasn�t this nice or this soft, nor did he have long brown hair like this.� He felt himself beginning to say something, but stayed silent as the woman righted herself.

�� Oh god, I�m so sorry!� She exclaimed, pushing herself up off his lap.� �I didn�t hurt you did I?�

�� No harm done.� Adam smiled.� He slid his eyes from hips to face as quickly as he could without keeping himself from enjoying the scenery.

�� She was pretty.� Pretty like an actual person, rather than a Maxim pin-up.� Her face was nicely rounded in all the proper places, without having her appear cherubic or silly.� Her eyes were a deep chestnut, that, for now, hid themselves under half-lidded eyes with embarrassment. Her nose was small, and just as well rounded as her face, and sat above two lips that looked gorgeous without needing to be full and pouty.� What must�ve been a great deal of brown hair was tied into a ponytail that hung just below her shoulders.�

�� She was thin without being lanky or gangly, and her hips blossomed outwards in just the right place in just the right manner.� �Nicely-proportioned� was the only term that came to mind.� Sure, she wasn�t very busty, but her t-shirt still curved outward enough to most certainly not be boring to the average eye.� Of course, Adam knew his tastes weren�t normal by a longshot.

�� Are you sure?�� She asked again, smiling sheepishly.� Her voice was distinctly feminine without being sing-song or silly.� He could feel a blush starting at the edges of his face, more because of other responses than the ones his brain was forming.

�� Absolutely.� No harm done.� He made a effort of wiping off his pants and rearranging his shirt, to let her know he was absolutely fine.

�� I apologize,� she said, elbowing the girl standing next to her.� �It wouldn�t have happened if someone hadn�t shoved me like she did.�

�� Well shit, if you didn�t go out and start grabbing ladies behind my back.�

�� Adam leaned to his side, surprised at first, but quickly recovering when he saw Damien had returned with the beers.� Damien gave a half-leering smile at the two girls as the band launched into their second tune of the night, this one a great deal more upbeat than the first.�

�� You�ll have to excuse me for my surprise.� Damien chuckled, sidling past the girls and into the booth.� �Don Juan he�s not.�

�� Adam wished he could simply inflict a great amount of pain on Damien through simple thought.� Damien, however, was on a roll, and wouldn�t be stopping anytime soon.

�� There�s not much space left, and we�ve got space here for two more people.� Damien continued, sliding over further in the booth.� �You�re welcome to them, and our drinks if you�d like.�

�� Adam almost felt himself begin to protest.� He didn�t want to be embarrassed, and had already been the third wheel as Damien wooed the fair sex.� Another glance at the girls however, and he shut up.

�� The girls looked at each, whispering something inaudible to one another before shrugging and sliding into the booth.�

�� I�m Natalie.�� The girl who had fallen on him extended her hand, smiling sweetly.

�� Christ.� Adam thought.

�� I�m Adam.� It�s a pleasure.� Would you like some of my drink?�� Adam smiled back as best he could, gesturing at his beer.� She shook her head.

�� I couldn�t.� I just fell on top of you, I wouldn�t want to impose.�

�� No, no, no problem.� Adam slid the drink over towards her.� �Feel free, really.� I work off-campus so I can actually afford a few things every now and then.�

�� Really?�� She took a quick sip of the drink, raising her eyebrows.� �Where?�

�� LatteLuck.�

�� What�s that like?� I�ve heard a lot of things.�

�� It�s�. interesting.�� Adam shifted his gaze across the table, where Natalie�s friend was busy drinking down Damien�s beer, engaging in a conversation with Damien about the band on stage.� His eyes must�ve lingered, because Natalie piped up rather quickly.

�� That�s Mary.� Sorry for not introducing you.�

�� Adam quickly redirected his attention.� �Oh, no problem.� Thanks for letting me know though, I didn�t want to be at a loss for words later in the evening and look like a jackass.�

�� Focus goddammit.� Adam thought.� Focus.� She�s smiling, talking, holding eye contact.� Be a gentleman, be nice, try and be suave, whatever the hell that would be.

�� So, are you two Morriston students?�� Adam asked.� In a school of 9,000 students, you could meet someone new every day.�

�� Natalie shook her head, and Adam found himself fixated on watching her hair shake as she did so.� She was very, very cute.

�� We�re both students at Lawrence State.�� Natalie leaned to take another drink from the beer, looking up at him for permission.� Adam nodded harder than he had in months.

�� Lawrence State was located a bit outside of Morriston, and therefore had become the school�s rival.� The pair would often have students playing pranks on one another, such as a banner bearing one schools� name hanging from the other�s library, or perhaps some minor vandalism.� Everything came to a fever pitch in April, when the two school�s Lacrosse teams would play their annual rivalry game, �The Battle for the Golden Chalice� is it was dubbed, as the winner would take come said chalice as the spoils.� Adam had attended the last one, an away game at Lawrence State, and had been reasonably stunned at how entertaining both the game, and the action on the sidelines and in the stands had ended up being.� Part of the schools rivalry, ridiculously, was the contention of which school had the better looking student body.� Morriston was supposedly the more fashionable, but Lawrence State the more aesthetically pleasing, which they had put on show at the game in the form of cheerleaders in rather �interesting� outfits�

�� Adam�s eyes widened.� He�d seen Natalie before.� He�d seen a whole lot of Natalie before.

�� You were at last year Golden Chalice game!� He exclaimed. �You were one of the cheerleaders, right!�

�� Natalie went deep crimson.� �Wow� I totally did that on a whim.� I didn�t think anyone would remember that.�� She gave a nervous laugh.� �Running around for two hours in 90-degree heat wearing short-shorts and a belly shirt� I must�ve been drunk when I agreed to that.�

�� Adam could hear Damien�s voice in his head, commenting on how she must�ve been flexible to boot.

�� Well, it certainly was a lot of fun.�� Adam smiled, �Seeing you lot on the sidelines certainly kept things from being boring.�

�� She laughed, a melodic noise.� �I�ll take that as a compliment on our performances and not our outfits.� We�ll get the trophy back this year!�

�� She gave him a playful punch in the shoulder, taking another sip of his drink.� As she did, Adam�s eyes scanned over her once more.� Firm, full hips, that warm smiling face, she was cute, attractive� Adam couldn�t bring himself to really care that she didn�t need her brassieres custom-made.�

�� The band onstage launched into a new song, equally upbeat as the previous, cut into the neat three-chord arrangement that made it eminently enjoyable for the crowd.� Adam could feel himself tapping his foot along to the beat unconsciously, and Natalie was nodding her head gently.� Abruptly, she turned her head to him.

�� Wanna dance?��

�� Adam felt himself stiffen in his jeans further, and he thanked the stars that they weren�t at a club where the bump and grind wasn�t the dance of the night.� He�d embarrassed himself before that way.� But for now, he nodded and smiled, taking her hand as she slid out of the booth and stood up.� Turning his head back to the booth for a moment, he managed to catch Damien giving him a wide grin and a thumbs-up.

�� He felt himself following obediently as Natalie tugged him through the throng of moving bodies in the crowd.� The night was young, and he was absolutely elated.� This was turning out better than he�d ever expected, and, as her behind sashayed with feminine intent infront of him, he found himself wondering if it could possibly end up any better than this.

�� Near the middle of the floor, they found a little space.� She went first, her movements smooth and elegant, despite the song�s jarring and fast-paced beat.� He followed, maybe a step behind, but quickly caught up with the beat.� He wasn�t much of a dancer himself, but, a glance around the crowd revealed that a real knowledge of how to dance wasn�t necessarily needed.

�� It seemed to him, that, with every few seconds that passed, they gravitated closer together.� He didn�t move by himself, as much as the confined space and movements of other people forced him closer to her.� He didn�t want to intrude on her space, but, as the song neared its end, she took his hand in hers, smiling broadly, allowing him to spin her.� His heart skipped a beat.

�� The band must�ve felt out the crowd�s desires for the evening, because they didn�t miss a beat, finishing the song and launching immediately into a cover of Blink-182�s �Rock Show�. Adam couldn�t help but think it was slightly appropriate.�

�� Even with people bumping into him, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead, when she guided his hands to her hips, he didn�t care.� He hadn�t had a night like this, met a girl like this, danced like this since high school.� His heart raced, adrenaline surged, and he moved with her, letting her motions guide him, jumping with her, grinning.

�� After what didn�t seem like nearly enough time, the band brought their first set to a close, announcing that they would be taking a short break.� Sweating, smiling they began to move through the crowd once more.

�� Feel like another round of drinks?�� Adam asked.� He�d wanted to wrap his arm around her waist, but had stopped himself.� When she had taken his in hers, he could hear cheering inside his mind.

�� Anything to cool down.� Natalie wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, moving up close to him.

�� You�ll get no argument here.�� Adam flushed and his voice nearly jumped an octave as he felt the side of her breast and the gentle press of an engorged nipple press suddenly into his arm as she bumped against him.� He hoped she hadn�t noticed, but turned and smiled sheepishly anyway.� Even if she did, she was kind enough to just give his hand a reaffirming squeeze and a smile.

�� They returned to their booth after fetching four fresh drinks.� Molly and Damien had apparently hit it off quite nicely as well, her laying against him, with his arm draped over her shoulder.� Adam found himself chuckling inwards for a moment.� Despite his preference for the lithe, athletic forms of Dancers and the like, Damien had ended up with the more curvy and busty of the two women.

�� What�d you two do?� Dance or screw?� Molly�s sudden interjection broke that reverie with all the grace of a bull in a china shop.

�� You want your beer or not?� Natalie shot back, giving her friend a slightly annoyed look.

�� *�� *

�� It actually took some effort for Adam to check to check his watch.� The digital readout read 3:21 AM.

�� It�s three in the morning.� He announced, wrapping his arm better around Natalie.

�� WHOOOO! It�s still party time goddammit!�� Damien crowed.

�� No, no, no more party.� Now sleep.�� Molly commented.��

�� Adam truly wished he could remember how many rounds of beer they shared, but sometime after the third, they�d blurred.� Not that he cared.� When he wasn�t drinking, he was dancing with Natalie, and having an amazing time. The hangover in the morning would be well worth it.

�� Curb coming up.�� He announced.� �Just take it slow��

�� He wasn�t sober, but with a little concentration, Adam found he could still get from point A. to point B. without any problems.� As for Natalie, Molly and Damien, the alcohol was certainly causing some serious equilibrium problems.�

�� Shit�� Natalie managed.� She was hanging onto Adam for dear life at this point, and he would�ve been more aroused, were he not afraid she might puke on him.� �Getting home�s is going to take for-fucking-ever.�

�� SHIT!� Molly stood up ramrod straight, far too fast than she should�ve.� She collapsed into Damien, Damien into Natalie, and Adam found himself keeping the whole drunken group off the ground.�

�� Shit.� Molly said again, regaining some semblance of balance.� �I don�t know if the local taxi runs this late at night.�� I don�t even think I could stumble back to my room straight.�

�� Our beds are always open.�� Damien said, the statement dripping with intent.

�� Ohhhh no.� Molly slurred, placing a single finger in Damien�s chest.� �I saw those date rape videos.�

�� Well, we could sleep on the floor.� Adam piped up.� Honestly, sex or not he didn�t want to have to say goodbye to Natalie yet.�

�� And how can we trust you to be gentlemen?�� Natalie looked up on him with bleary eyes.

�� Well, I swear.� I don�t know about him.�� Adam gestured to Damien.

�� I�m a gentle man!�� Damien protested loudly.� �Girls say I am very gentle.�

�� As Damien and Molly began to bicker over the possibility of any underlying intent in Damien�s words, Natalie looked at him hopefully.

�� You�ll really give up your bed?�

�� Adam nodded, smiling.� �Yeah, the campus is only another few minutes away from here, it�s a ten minute trip back, tops.�

�� You wouldn�t take advantage of a drunk girl, right?�

�� Adam laughed.� �I like my sexual escapades sober, maybe it�s just me.�

�� Natalie smiled, nodding and turning towards Damien and Molly, who were still arguing.�

�� Molly!� She yelled, interrupting the two.� �I don�t know about you, but I�m taking them up on the offer.� We could take a taxi back in the morning.��

�� Molly shrugged in return.� �Fine.� But I�ll have you know I carry Mace in my purse just in case.�

�� You didn�t bring your purse Molly.� Natalie rolled her eyes.

�� Sshhhhhhhhhh!! Don�t tell them that!�

�� *�� *

�� You know, you really don�t have to give up your bed.� If your roommate�s not coming back tonight, I can just use his.�

�� Natalie was sitting at the chair infront of his desk, eyes closed, slumped across the side.� Adam hadn�t had the time to change the desktop from the mega-busty artwork, and was quite thankful she was too drunk and tired to flip on his PC.

�� No, you don�t want to sleep in my roommate�s bed, believe me.�� He finished tossing his clothes off the bed, taking one of his two pillows for himself, giving the other a fluff.� �There, that�s the best I can get it.�

�� Her legs wavering a little, Natalie stood up, smiling weakly.� �I promise I won�t throw up or anything.�

�� I�ll hold you to your word.�

�� Gingerly, like an old woman, she settled into his bed, kicking off her sneakers and quickly curling up, sighing gently.� Adam, playing the part of the attentive host, cracked his window a little more to allow some fresh air to filter in before walking across the floor and turning off the lights.�

�� Gently closing the door behind him, Adam walked into the bathroom, flicking on the light and evaluating himself in the mirror.� He did look a bit disheveled, but the sweat had dried and evaporated.� Moreover, when he�d left that night, he�d been looking fairly dour.� Now, he was beaming.� For obvious reasons.� There was a highly attractive young woman, asleep in his bed.� He did most certainly wish that she didn�t have class the next day, he would�ve willingly skipped just to spend another day with her.�

�� Splashing his face with some cold water, he dried off and stepped back into his room, reaching into his closet and pulling out the extra blanket his mother had forced him to take, �in case of emergency�.� He still had no idea what kind of emergency she might have meant, and this certainly wasn�t what she had in mind.�

�� Lying down on the floor, he pulled the blanket over himself and closed his eyes.� Sleep was elusive however, even with his fatigue.� His mind was racing still.� Knowing she was there, this close to him.� All manner of immoral and entirely unethical ideas came to mind, and his libido raged.� He could vividly imagine her turning over, huskily inviting him between the sheets with her, and spending the next two hours in coital bliss.� He wanted to poke her, talk to her, tell her how wonderful the evening had been, tell her how attracted he was to her, spill out everything he had to her.

�� Adam sat up, pulling his knees up, resting folded arms atop his kneecaps.� He could see over the edge of the bed from there, and he lingered for a long time on the form of her body underneath the sheets.� She was turned away from him however, and it didn�t take very long for curiosity and desire to worm their way to the forefront of his thoughts.�

�� By the time he stood up, she was snoring lightly.� A sliver of silver moonlight poured in from the window, cutting her face in half, leaving the rest in shadow.�

�� Even pretty sleeping�� He heard himself murmur.

�� For a long moment, he stood, leaning against his dresser, gazing at her.� The thought that he must�ve looked like an unabashed stalker passed through his mind, but it was fleeting.� He hadn�t had a girl in his bed for any reason in all of his time at school, and he was going to relish this.�

�� He jumped as she gave a gentle grunt and turned slightly, now lying on her back.� He dared not move a muscle, afraid of waking her, waiting an eternity for her to begin her gentle snore again.

�� In that moment, he resolved to do everything in his power to �get� her.� He�d get her phone number, her e-mail address.� He�d be assertive, and he wouldn�t stop unless she rebuffed his advances.�

�� I�ll seriously ask about seeing her again in the morning.� He thought.� Maybe I can invite her to Pancake Madness.

�� He chuckled.� It wasn�t exactly a first date the way he�d thought of it, but he was working on a budget and Pancake Madness was free.

�� She turned slightly again, working loose a few strands of hair that fell into her face.� They seemed to glimmer slightly in the moonlight, and, before he had any real knowledge of it, he reached down to brush them away from her face.� That simple brush became a gentle caress across the side of her face with his fingertips, and he smiled as she murmured approval in her sleep.

�� The alcohol, the drinking, the dancing.� He�d entirely forgotten about the day�s events, and about that dull thrum in his arm.� He hadn�t felt it all evening, which was a welcome release since he was indeed wondering what the possible cause of such a sensation could�ve been, and whether a visit to a doctor would be needed.� But now, as his fingers touched her face, the thrum suddenly returned, shooting through his arm with lightning speed.� Instantly, his arm went completely numb, and ramrod stiff.�

�� He gaped, trying to pull his arm away but finding his body opting against working with him this evening.� He tried again, but to no avail, and fearful thoughts of her waking up and seeing him, and storming out of the room and out of his life altogether formed in his mind.�

�� Meanwhile, the sensation in his arm only increased in intensity exponentially, ramping up every half second to a new high until it was nearly unbearable.� Adam heard himself grunt out loud, followed by an audible pop, as he continued trying to work some feeling, some blood back into that arm, trying desperately to pull his fingertips away from her face.�

�� With one massive effort, Adam grabbed the afflicted arm with his other, and gave a mighty tug that finally disengaged him from Natalie�s face, and nearly sent him sprawling into Dan�s bed.� He shook his arm furiously, pleased to note that the sensation went away as quickly as it came.

�� What the hell was that?� He thought, flexing his arm slowly and making a first, glad that his arm was still in working condition.� Maybe I should see a Doctor about this, maybe I pinched a nerve or something, pulled something out of whack�

�� A glance over at Natalie was quite relieving.� She was still asleep, still lying on her back, in the same position as before.� Letting out a deep breath, he stood up, flexing his arm before shaking it out one more time, trying to fix whatever may have been wrong.�

�� I guess everything�s in or��

�� His murmur stopped short, and he rubbed his eyes, stepping over to his bed to look at Natalie again.

�� Oh shit.�� He said, barely able to speak.� �Oh fucking shit.� No fucking way��

�� Adam wasn�t any good with measurements.� The most he had learned about how women determined their bust size was when Cara had explained that the difference in size between the ribcage and the bust at the fullest point determined what cup size someone would wear.� That was about as much as he�d gotten.�

�� When he�d met Natalie, he would�ve pegged her as large B, maybe even a C if her brassiere was designed to hold them down.� Now, however, he would�ve shot for something a great deal different.

�� Holy freaking shit.�� His voice wavered, somewhere between arousal and paralyzing fear.

�� Natalie, for all intensive purposes, was still there, lying in his bed.� The difference now being that this was a significantly different version of Natalie, on the order of two or three cup sizes.� It was impossible not to see where the bedsheet curved upwards as it passed her stomach, and the two sizeable mounds that hid underneath it.�

�� Adam looked for a long moment at Natalie. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, his libido was going crazy.� Now, however, he was nearing panic mode.�

�� What the fuck did I do?�� He looked from her, to the offending arm, and back again.� The idea formed in his head, but he didn�t accept it at first.� It couldn�t have been possible.� Things like this were the stuff of the fantastic erotic stories he liked to read.� There was no way they could actually come to pass.

�� But, the clues pointed there.� He�d felt the same sensation in his arm, albeit to a lesser extent with Katie earlier in the day, and he would swear on his grandmother�s grave that she walked out of his room that day with larger breasts than she walked in with.� Nothing too drastic, but now, this.� This was a drastic change.� And women didn�t retain that much water in all of less than 30 seconds.� Not that much, not that quick, at least as far as Biology had lead him to understand.

�� Gently, he pulled at the sheet covering Natalie, peeling them down just to her waist.� And, for a long moment, he just stared in amazement.� It wasn�t a hallucination, it wasn�t the sheet playing a trick on him.� There, underneath Natalie�s shirt sat breasts that, if he were pressed to make a guess, he would�ve pegged at E-cup, at least.� They strained against the material of Natalie�s shirt, and looking her over a bit more, he could see the outline of her brassiere, which had apparently snapped from the strain.�

�� Gently, as slowly and gingerly as possible, he raised his index finger, and gently pressed one globe through the fabric, as if to make sure they weren�t hallucinations.� They weren�t.� They were there, they were real, they were all her.

�� So I�m making women�s tits bigger now? Adam pulled back, wiping his face with his hand, looking particularly distressed.� I know this always works out in the stories, but what if she wakes up and freaks out?� What if she calls the police or something?� I still want to see her again�

�� Shit�� he murmured again.� Leaning over her once more, curiosity and libido mixed again as he gently, gently pressed all five fingers of one hand against the mound, giving it a tiny squeeze.� The breasts, given that was what they were, and they certainly felt like it, were supple, firm, and almost filled his palm as she� mewled softly and took a deep breath in her dreams.�

�� Should I wake her up and tell her?� He worriedly wondered.� The one thing that repeated in his mind was that he didn�t want her freaking out when she found out. �Even more, he didn�t want her freaking out on him.� But, for all of his fevered thinking, he couldn�t think of an easy way to break it to a woman that she has just, inexplicably, had her bust increased by some three to four inches.� A reasonable plan of action wasn�t forthcoming.� He began to pace.

�� Might as well wait until morning.� He finally decided, shrugging in exasperation.� She�ll know then.�� Hell, maybe she won�t pin this directly on me and threaten to have someone cut off my genitals.

�� Lying back down on the floor, he sighed, staring at her again.� He could see the very tips of her new bust now, lying down on the floor.�

�� What the hell is going on?� He wondered over and over.� It was only through force of will that he finally nodded off.

�� *�� *

�� His alarm woke him at 8:30 AM sharp, its keening klaxon something less than entertaining.� He sat up slowly, rubbing his temples as a dull throb began to develop behind his eyes.� It took a few seconds before his mind restarted and got back into gear.� When it did however, he flung the cover off of himself, looking over at his bed.

�� It was empty.

�� Spinning, Adam looked around the room, only to find Dan, sitting at his laptop, giving him a confused look.

�� Something wrong man?� You look like you�re about to freak out.� The fact that Dan was back in their room and awake before noon nearly dwarfed the previous night in terms of �unlikely events�.�

�� Uhh, no� well, maybe.� I mean� when did you get in?�� He spun around a second time, checking if he missed anything.

�� About a half-hour ago.� Why were you sleeping on the floor?�

�� I had a guest.� She was sleeping in my bed.� Did you happen to see her when you came in.�

�� Dan gave him a knowing smile.� �A �guest� huh?� I hope you�ll share all the details with me someday, but no, I didn�t see anyone in your bed when I came in.�

�� Adam put his hands to his head, burying his face in his arms before darting out of the room, flinging open the bathroom door, and opening the common room door and looking into the hallway.� No sign of Natalie.

�� Aw shit�� He sighed, walking back into his room, flopping on the bed.� �Damnit.� Fucking damnit.� This just isn�t going to work out.��

�� He heard Dan chuckle.� �Don�t worry about women, you�ll never figure them out.� He shrugged and turned back to his laptop.� �No need to get worked up, everyone has a one-night stand at some point in their lives.�

�� Yeah.�� Adam sighed, punching his pillow.� He�d wanted to at least have a word with her before he left, if not about seeing her again, then to at least see what she thought about her �changes�.� Hell, maybe, if he was lucky, they�d gone away by this point.�

�� That thought brightened him up significantly.� Perhaps, just perhaps whatever happened was temporary, not permanent.� If that was the case, he may not have had anything to think about.� He�d have to find Katie and make sure.� Still, the pit of worry at the bottom of his stomach was there.

�� He was trying to convince himself that it was a temporary thing when he caught sight of one of the programs from the bar the night before sitting atop his dressed.� Taking it, he looked it over a little somberly, and flipped to the back cover.

�� Upon the back cover, a phone number and the words �Call Me!� -Nat� were scrawled in handwriting that must�ve been hers.� Never before had he felt a sensation quite as unique as his heart leaping and the bottom of his stomach falling out at the same time.� If he hadn�t been so scared of what might be coming, he might�ve laughed at his Word of the Day calendar displaying that day�s term as �Trepidation�.

�� *�� *

�� Christ.� Look at me.�

�� Natalie turned to the side to study herself in profile once more.� She still couldn�t believe it was all her, and cupped her new bosom again, lifting each weighty breast again as if to make sure.�

�� Yeah, that�s me allright.�� She sighed.�

�� Continuing to turn and twist in the mirror, her mind drifted back to Adam.� He was so nice, bashful in such a cute way, attractive.� At the time, she�d been immensely annoyed with Molly for pushing her into him after she had commented on his looks, but, the way things were going, she�d owe Molly one.�

�� If I can afford to be seen in public again�� She growled, arching her back.� �I can�t believe this!� They�re the size of melons.�

�� She�d woken up early, around a little after 7 AM.� She had started to go back to bed, but in turning over, it was kind of hard not to notice the extra pounds of flesh mounded upon her chest.� She�d nearly screamed when she saw herself, and it took a full minute of poking and probing to make sure they were her breasts.� Before then, she�d been fully intending on having a quick word with Adam before she left, but with these two things forcing her to change her plans, she quickly scribbled a note for Adam and rushed out.� The cab ride home hadn�t exactly been pleasant, with the driver leering the whole way back, and she, afraid to even take a deep breath, for fear of tearing her poor shirt apart. The shirt looked almost comical now, stretched entirely out of proportion right around the bust area.

�� If anything, she was surprised at the, for lack of a better word, magnificence, of the things.� They pushed out from her body at a nearly 90 degree angle, perfectly round, covered with the same light olive tan that colored her skin.� Their weight was hard not to notice, and a simple shake of her chest sent them wobbling from side to side, flesh quivering.� Moreover, her nipples, which once were small affairs that she only truly cared about when it was cold and she wasn�t wearing a brassiere now had become much more sizable, bright pink, surrounded by areola the size of a half-dollar.

�� Upon returning to her room, she�d immediately begun trying to think of ways to keep these things hidden.� She couldn�t think of anything that would draw more attention on campus than a girl suddenly picking up two cup sizes for no reason.� But, given that all her brassieres were Cs, she had nothing to contain these things.�

�� An insistent banging on the door sent her scrabbling for the well-oversized t-shirt she used previously as a nightshirt, that would now be pressed into service as a regular piece of apparel.�

�� Natalie!� You�ve been in there for 45 minutes!� What�d you do, fall in?� Molly�s annoyed voice came through the door loud and clear.

�� Just a second!�� Natalie called back, slipping the shirt over her head.� She�d gotten back before Molly did, and Molly hadn�t seen the change yet.� The shirt didn�t do badly, but even with this, only an idiot wouldn�t notice some difference.�

�� She took a deep breath and folded one arm over her chest before swinging the bathroom door open.� Molly was standing on the other side, arms folded.

�� All that time and you look like you just got out of bed?� Molly commented.

�� Well, you know, long night��

�� And by �long� you mean��

�� Natalie felt a slow heat begin to fill her face.� �Not like that.� I was just tired, and still a little hungover�� She moved to rub her eyes.

�� Well move, I need to use the bathroom.� Molly said, moving around her.� She turned as she walked inside, raising one eyebrow.� �Is there a particular reason your holding yourself like that?�

�� I, well, I�m just feeling really sensitive today is all.�� Natalie tried to give her most reassuring smile to her roommate.� She felt like it must�ve been easier to see through than pane glass.

�� Molly gave her a long, concerned look before finally closing the door to the bathroom.� The moment she did, Natalie ran into the room that they shared.�

�� Desperate times�� Natalie sighed, as she opened Molly�s dressed and began riffling through underwear.� Molly was a rather busty woman, a fact that Natalie couldn�t be happier about at the moment.� She generally wore a DD-cup brassiere, but, as she dug, Natalie found one of her two D-Cup sports bras that Molly kept around for any athletic exertion.� She�d have to explain why she took one to her friend later, but time was of the essence.

�� Moving quickly, she stripped the shirt off her once more, and sucked in air from her teeth as she did it.� There had been one other part she�d been dealing with.� She wasn�t entirely lying when she told Molly she was feeling �sensitive�.� These new breasts, previously not a source of much pleasure for her, were now very sensitive, no part more than the nipples however.� The two nubs, each the size of a pencil�s eraser seemed to have a direct line connection to her clit.� She was fairly sure that, on the cab ride back to Lawrence State, she�d had an orgasm when the car hit a pothole.

�� Releasing her breath, she pulled the sports bra over her head and began trying to tug it over her new breasts.� Their firm, round shape and upright, jutting out stance on her chest didn�t help the process any, and only through quite a bit of effort did she finally manage to get the constraining piece of clothing on.� Much to her disappointment, she was pouring out of it, with flesh peeking out at the sides and top, the fabric stretched tight.�

�� It�ll have to do.�� Slipping the shirt back on, she looked down at herself, pleased to note that, with this addition, she at least could pass for something close to her old self, but not very.�

�� Thankfully, Molly walked back into the room only after she finished.

�� You sure you�re feeling alright Nat?� She asked, stripping to her underwear, beginning to choose new clothes for the day.�

�� Oh yeah, just a little hungover like I said.� How was your night?�

�� Nothing like a morning quickie.� Molly wasn�t even facing her and Natalie knew she was grinning.

�� So you think you�re going to start going out with this �Damien� guy?�

�� Molly shrugged.� �I�ll leave that up to him, he seems like a real �Hound, and I�m not interesting in trying to keep him on a leash.� How about you?� That Adam kid gonna pan out?�

�� I certainly hope so.�� Natalie smiled, a little nervous.� She would have to see him again, hell, she wanted to.� ��

�� I just hope he doesn�t end up thinking I�m some freak.� I can�t hide this forever. She thought, resignedly.

�� *�� *

�� Cara!� Oh man, thank god I found you.� We need to talk.�

�� Cara shot him an arch look, annoyed, hissing under her breath.� �Would you keep it down?� This is the library!�

�� Adam dropped his bookbag and took the seat next to her, pushing away the books scattered infront of her.� Rude, yes, but he needed her absolute, undivided attention.� Cara, seeing that she obviously wasn�t going to be getting any work done, sighed, placing down her pencil, and turned to him.

�� What, Adam, is so very important that you had to find me and interrupt my studying.� She placed a finger to her temple, annoyed.

�� You�re not going to believe this�� Adam gasped, still panting.� He�d run just about all over campus looking for Cara, no small feat considering that Morriston was supposed to have been something like several square miles in size. ��what if I told you I had special powers?�

�� Cara glared at him.� �Are you kidding?� That�s what you wanted to ask?�

�� Adam nodded, placing his arms on the table.� �It�s no joke. I think I have special powers.� I think I can do things to women, just by touching them.�

�� Cara�s mood didn�t improve.� �Yes, so says you and every single other man on this campus.�

�� Frustrated, he shook his head.� �No, not like that!� Really! Seriously!� Listen, yesterday I touched Katie, and I think�� He hushed his voice.� �I think I made her breasts bigger.�

�� Cara chuckled.� �Well, if that�s the case you need to setup your own surgery-free Breast Enlargement clinic.�

�� No, really!� It�s not a lot, but her breasts were larger when she walked out of my room that day.� And last night, I really, really did it to another girl.�� He held his hands infront of his chest, to roughly where he remembered Natalie�s bosom protruding.� �Really did it.�

�� Cara laughed out loud.� �Oh come on now, you must be kidding.� What, did you become the tit fairy all of a sudden?� Were you canonized into St. Breast?�

�� Adam shrugged, folding his hands under his arms.� He�d been treating them like dangerous weapons all morning.� Cara took a long, hard look at him, meeting his gaze and staring for a long moment.

�� Well I�ll be damned.� You�re not just screwing with me are you?�

�� Adam shook his head.

�� No way.� Cara said, sitting back in her chair.� �What� I mean, well, how?�

�� I wish I knew.� It started yesterday, just, entirely out of the blue.� I woke up that morning, and my arms were tingling.� That�s part of it, I�m pretty sure.� I touched one of the girls in my morning Lit class and I don�t know what happened to her, but it was something that had to do with me.� Then Katie�s breasts, then Natalie�s.�

�� And it only happens when your arm tingles?�

�� I can�t really describe it.� It�s like my arm is numb, but in the worst way possible.� Imagine the worst pins and needles you�ve ever had after you sat on your foot wrong or something.� And when I touch the girls, it�s like it goes into them.�

�� Cara sat back, hand over her mouth, mulling this new information over. �And they just get bigger?�

�� As far as I can tell.�

�� Have you touched anyone else?�

�� No, no way.� I�m trying to stay out of trouble.�

�� Cara sat forwards, rolling up the sleeve of her sweater and placing her arm on the table.� �Then I�m going to be your Guinea Pig.� We need to know if you�ve just been hallucinating or something, so you�re going to do whatever you did to those girls, to me.�

�� Adam�s eyes became dinner plates.� �No!� I�m not doing it to someone else!� What if something happens?� What if something else gets larger?!?� You do know I have no idea what this is or what I�m doing, right?!?�

�� Cara sighed, reaching for his arm.� �We need to find out, and finding a random girl from on campus might result in a lot of screaming and freaking out on her part, so stop being a wuss and just use me.�

�� Adam had pulled back his arm, but her entreaty to him struck a nerve.� He did need to find out.� He had to know if what had happened the night before was all a dream, if maybe he was just having some sort of deranged mental problems.� Maybe he was just too obsessed with big breasts�

�� Allright�� He sighed.� �Here goes.�

�� Tentatively, expecting another blast of sensation, he moved his arm across the table, inch by inch before finally touching her wrist with the tip of his index finger for a fraction of a second before removing it.� Cara looked over at him.

�� Would you please?� Come on.�

�� He sighed, and finally, actually placed his whole finger atop her wrist.� Nothing.� Not a tingle.�

�� This how you touched the other girls?� Cara asked.

�� No, I usually used more of my hand.�

�� Then do it.�

�� Adam began to protest, but stopped, sighing, the pit of fear in the bottom of his stomach returning again.� Slowly, his other fingers joined the one already touching her, his thumb joining also, until he had fully grasped his wrist in her hand.

�� Still nothing.

�� Figures.�� Cara said, laughing.

�� Well, there�s no feeling, no tingling in my arm.�� Adam said, shaking the arm that held Cara�s wrist gently.� �There was always a tingling when it happened.�

�� And how do we get that back?�

�� I dunno.� It seems to come and go.�

�� Well, get it back, or else this experiment�s a��

�� Cara had stopped talking.� Cara had stopped breathing.� Adam had stopped breathing himself, albeit for what would end up being different reasons.� However, it, whatever it was, was back.� It was if there was an explosion, high in his arm, and the shockwave traveled all the way down to his fingertips within an instant.� His arm was numb again, he couldn�t have pulled away from Cara if he wanted to.

�� But, seeing the look on Cara�s face, he began to try again.� Her face was scrunched, somewhere between shock and something else he couldn�t put his finger on entirely.� She looked like she was in pain, the thought of which spurred Adam into action, tugging at his arm again with his free one, trying to pry himself free.��

�� Uuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhhh!� Was all Cara could manage, her face flushed now, eyes meeting his, seemingly pleading with him.

�� At least ten seconds had passed before the feeling abated, rescinding back up his arm and disappearing into the ether from where it came.� Adam�s hand slid free from Cara�s arm.

�� Cara!�� He began to reach out an hand to touch her, but quickly tucked it back under his arm.

�� She shuddered slowly, letting out her breath in a long whoosh before beginning to pant slowly, turning to Adam with a shocked look on her face.

�� I believe you.� Whatever it is� I totally believe you.�� She said between breaths.� �I believe you now.�

�� Are you okay? I mean, what happened?� You looked like you were in pain��

�� She shook her head, still looking rather shocked.� �Adam� I just came.� I just came hard.� I don�t think I�ve come that hard in a long, long time.�

�� Adam goggled.� �WHAT?!?�

�� Cara shushed him as a few others at the study area gave them annoyed looks.� �I had an orgasm, okay?� I had an orgasm and�� She looked downwards.� �Oh man do I ever believe you.�

�� Cara wasn�t fat, but she always had been a little pudgy, her hips and legs held more weight than her upper body, at least so it would seem.� She had been pear-shaped, with two unremarkable breasts.� But now, bulging out of the dipping V-neck of her sweater were� well, they certainly weren�t her hips.

�� Jesus!� Adam exclaimed, pulling back.� Cara immediately folded her arms over her chest, for all the little difference that made.��

�� I�ll say.� I couldn�t get my hands around this if I tried.�� Cara looked down at her new endowments.� �God, what did you do to me?�

�� I told you I have no idea what�s going on!�

�� She patted his hip, reassuringly.� �No, no worries okay.� I�ll be fine, a little different, but I�ll be okay Adam, really, don�t worry.�

�� You sure?�

�� I�ll have to change my wardrobe�� There was a little fear in her eyes when she looked up at him again.� ��Is this��

�� Permanent?�� Adam finished.� �I honestly don�t know.� I still haven�t seen Katie again, so I don�t know if it�ll only last a few hours, or a few days, or� forever.�

�� Forever?�

�� Adam nodded slowly.� �I�m sorry, I�m really, really sorry, I shouldn�t have��

�� Cara shook her head.� �No, like I said, don�t worry.� It�ll be okay. A little weird, but okay.�

�� Even for the surprise and fear, Adam could still feel his gaze slipping downwards.� Cara�s shirt didn�t allow him to see her in her full majesty, but if she wasn�t at least comparable to Natalie, she may have actually outdone her.� At least so he�d guess.� For some reason, all he could think of was being poised over, her new breasts piled up infront of him, his pearly-white�

�� She gave him a firm smack on the arm.� �Hey!� Eyes up freak.�

�� He sat up straight in his seat, fumbling the rushed apology.� Cara laughed.� �I guess I�ll have to get used to men doing that.�� Why don�t you do the both of us a favor, and go find Katie.� Let me know what it�s going to be like to be stuck with these things.�

�� He nodded, grabbing his bag and standing back up, beginning to walk away, but stopping and turning back.

�� I�m going to be fine.�� Cara said waving him away.

�� *�� *

�� Katie actually seemed to have been looking for him, which, if she�d realized what had happened, wasn�t surprising.� Adam could feel the knot that was his stomach tighten, and he swallowed hard.� It hopefully wouldn�t turn out badly.� If Cara could deal with a greater change, then surely Katie wouldn�t have been as bowled over by it.

�� She waved at him from the bench where she was sitting, and, smiling thinly, he waved back.� The oversized pants weren�t surprising, she�d been wearing clothes like that for as long as he�d known her.� The oversized jacket was new however, the crisp fall air wasn�t that crisp quite yet.

�� Hey.�� Unsure of where to put his hands, now apparently dangerous to all women, he hooked his thumbs underneath the straps of his backpack.�

�� Katie smiled a little, her eyes moving around.� �Hey Adam.� Listen, hey, can we take a walk or something.� I wanna talk to you for a minute.� Just friends, you know?�

�� The air kicked up, blowing kaleidoscopic leaves around their ankles, brushing her hair infront of her face.� He could�ve sworn he heard her gasp in the sudden gust of cold.

�� Yeah, sure, of course.�� Morriston was enough of a mountain town that the northern reach of the campus was mostly forest, with a few trails cut through where students often fled to for privacy, or to escape campus police for the occasional hit.� They started on one which, if his memory served, would dump them out from the woods back near the library.�

�� They walked in silence for a minute.� The sound of leaves blowing in the wind was actually quite soothing, the hues of red, yellow and orange that made up the canopy above their head bringing unlikely color to what would�ve otherwise been a dull, gray fall day.�

�� When he wasn�t glancing around at the flora, Adam was trying his best to read Katie�s face.� She seemed worried, but not too much so, as if she was trying to figure out a good way to start her next sentence.� If anything, she didn�t seem angry or vengeful.� Yet.� Meanwhile he was keeping his hands right where he�d left them, with his thumbs hooked into the straps of his backpack.� He wouldn�t be touching anyone at all for the rest of the day, not until he could begin to piece this together, figure out what was going on, why he was suddenly a danger to the bustlines of women everywhere.�

�� I can�t see a Doctor.� He thought, sighing.� Not for this.� I don�t think they�ll believe it, and I honestly don�t want to know how they�ll react to it if I prove it�s real.� Maybe I won�t need them.� Maybe I can control it.

�� That thought brightened him.� Control, yeah.� Maybe I�ll try that tonight.� If I can control it, I won�t have that much to worry about.� I�ll just have to explain to Natalie�

�� Looks like rain.�� Katie not speaking was beginning to work its way under his skin.� She only nodded as they continued to walk.� He felt his throat going dry.� If she wasn�t going to talk, he might as well get the ball rolling.

�� Listen Katie, about yesterday��

�� Yeah� about that�� She started.� �Listen, did you notice anything different about me at all yesterday?�

�� Adam rubbed the back of his neck, taking a deep breath before speaking.� ��.Yeah.��

�� Katie seemed to let out a deep breath of air.� �Oh good, so it�s not just me.� You noticed too.�

�� Well, what�re we talking about?�� The words were out of Adam�s mouth before he even realized he�d said them.� He knew full well what they were probably talking about, but hearing the words come out of her mouth would sound a whole lot more sexy.

�� Katie raised an eyebrow.� �There�s something else?� What else could there be than this?�

�� Pulling her coat aside, she arched her back.� There they were, two perky B�s that certainly hadn�t been on her two days ago.� Funny to Adam, was with Cara and Natalie already �part of the problem�, so to speak, Katie�s new breasts seemed just as small as her old ones.�

�� Yeah� them.� I�m afraid that�s my fault.�� Adam admitted slowly.

�� Katie furrowed her brow.� �Your fault?� How?�

�� I wish I knew.� I did it to two other girls I know already, but much larger.�

�� How much?�

�� A lot.�

�� Katie scratched her head, thinking.� He was happy to note that she was apparently curious about the entire thing rather than angry.

�� So, you can just� do it?� She asked.

�� Sort of.� He held his arm out, flexing it slowly.� �It�s weird.� It�s like I this pins and needles sensation in my arm, and then� well, apparently there�s the breast thing� and I can make women come too.�

�� Katie laughed aloud.� �What?!� Are you kidding?� Bigger breasts and orgasms?� You know how many men would love to have what you have?� You�re like a superhero!�

�� Adam chuckled, looking at his arm.� �Yeah, well, I don�t know if one of the girls I did it to feels that way.� She ran out of my room before I could get a chance to really talk to her.�

�� She patted him on the pack gently.� �Well, you have to understand, picking up a cup size or two out of the blue is a little� shocking for a gal.� Imagine if your dick suddenly got two inches longer one morning.� Sure, you might be happy later, but at first, you�re wondering if you�ve got cancer or something.�

�� Adam laughed, the first time since he�d been at he bar.� �Yes, it would be a bit of a shock.�� He glanced at her.� �Me and Cara, you�ve never met her, but I did it to her too� she was wondering if it�s temporary or not.� Have any ideas?�

�� You did this to me.�� Katie shrugged.� �I honestly have no idea.� From everything I�ve seen and felt, these are definitely all me, and I think they�re here for the long run.� I�m not complaining.�

�� You�re not?�

�� Katie smiled, sighing.� �Adam, I don�t know if you noticed, but I used to be flatter than you.�� She poked his chest.� �And there are two real things that make women physically different than men.� I�ve actually got one of them now, so I�m not going to complain. However long they�re around, I�ll keep them.��

�� We could make them bigger.�� Adam wiggled his fingers.

�� I�m a satisfied customer.�� Katie laughed, swatting at his hand.� �Let�s not get silly here.� I don�t honestly want to know how ridiculous I�d look, a five-foot-nothing girl with D-Cups.�

�� You�d be a little out of proportion.�

�� I�d snap in half.�

�� I wouldn�t complain.�

�� Katie eyed him for a long moment, leaning away from him as she did so. �You never told me you were a big-tit man Adam.�

�� It never came up.�

�� So� how do you like them?�� Katie had a few favorite topics, and on her top 10 list, sex was two through seven.

�� Adam chuckled.� �You wouldn�t understand, and I stopped telling people since they thought it was ridiculous or misogynist.�

�� Katie rolled her eyes.� �You�re talking to me Adam.� About sex.� Unless you like them with the blood of slaughtered Arabic children, I�m not going to get my panties in a wad.�

�� I thought you didn�t wear any.��

�� Answer the question.�

�� He sighed.� �You know what most people consider �big�.� Like, Pamela Anderson?� Double that and that�s what I start to consider big.� Ideally.�

�� She nodded, thinking again.� �Well, maybe that�s what this� this �ability� you have is all about.� Maybe it�s a manifestation of your own desires.� I mean, has it all been totally random or can you control it?�

�� It�s all been random so far.� I couldn�t control it when I did it to Cara, you or Natalie, but I�m going to try.� I�d like to be able to touch women again without fear of turning them into I-cupped orgasm machines.�

�� Like that wouldn�t be right up your alley.�

�� Adam laughed again.

�� So who�s this �Natalie� girl.� Did you get a date for Pancake Madness already?�

�� Adam�s mood fell back to earth.� �She�s the girl I did it to who ran out of my room.� Damien and I had gone out to Oasis last night, and we met two girls, one was Natalie.� And yes, we hit it off really, really well, and I was going to ask her to it eventually.� She came back to my place to sleep off the drinks, and� I touched her� I haven�t seen her since I went back to sleep.�

�� You were going to ask her, or you are going to ask her.��

�� I don�t really know anymore.� I mean she ran out in the morning��

�� Do you have her phone number?�

�� Adam dug into his back pocket, producing the program that she�d scrawled her number on.� �Yeah, I do.�

�� Then call her.� Ask her out again, invite her to the party.�

�� But I mean, I changed her.� I mean, she�s big now, bigger than she was, and��

�� But nothing Adam.� Katie stopped in her tracks.� �You said you two were really hitting it off, right?� Well if you were, then call her, talk to her.� Explain what�s up if you think you should.� She�s got bigger tits now, not AIDS.� Christ, Adam, do you know how many girls would die to know a guy who can do what you can do?� I mean, breasts, and give them orgasms whenever they want?� If I were her, I�d be back on campus with bloodhounds trying to track you down.�

�� Adam smiled slightly.� �You think?�

�� If she�s worth a damn, and if she actually likes you, she won�t care that much.�� The trail was beginning to empty back into the campus.� �Now, we need to figure out how you can get this under control.�

�� *�� *

�� There.� Maybe a little snug, but this should do it.� 34-E.�

�� Natalie�s arms fell to her sides, the saleswoman stepping away to look over her again.

�� You�re lucky we had this one.�� The woman commented.� �Usually, we don�t carry anything smaller than a 38 for anything larger than a E since the demand�s so low for those usually.�� She chuckled.� �We don�t get many ladies with your shape around here anymore.� You sure you want just the one?� We�ve only got three so you might as well buy them all.�

�� Natalie sighed.� �I wish I had enough.� Thank you for helping me in the meantime.�

�� The saleswoman smiled warmly, handing Natalie her t-shirt back.� �Take them anyway.� If this is the first time you�ve gotten yourself sized, you�ll need them.� Consider it a freebie.�

�� Natalie walked out of the lingerie store feeling a little closer to normal.� Her small bag had the two other bras the woman had given her inside, along with Molly�s Sportsbra which had done its well best.� This new one she was wearing did a much better job of flattening and hiding the curves, but still, as she walked through the mall, she could feel eyes turning to look her over.� She felt immensely self-conscious.

�� She�d skipped class that day to come here and get this done, and the comfort level alone made it worth it.� Yes, the new bra was a little snug, which made her wonder if maybe she needed to look somewhere else for, of all things, an even larger one.� Still, she was happy she�d managed to get the hell off the Lawrence State campus without anyone she knew seeing her and remarking about her new looks.� The only person who could�ve known anything was Molly, and she surely had a sneaking suspicion that something was up.�

�� The entire day had been new experiences.� Walking was different, and any leaning or bending required a certain amount of skill, else if she stood up to quick, mounds of titflesh would go bounding and bouncing all over.� Turning around quickly was absolutely out of the question.� The fall air certainly wasn�t helping.� Her nipples had been at full attention for much of the time she�d been out, and she was immensely thankful that the Sportsbra had prevented her nipples from receiving too much stimulation.

�� Right then, she was immensely glad she was in Morriston.� The entire area around Morriston was filled with the upper-class, and Natalie said a small prayer of thanks every time an more aesthetically pleasing woman crossed her path, anything at all to keep eyes from being turned to her.� When she�d actually run across one woman with breasts arguably larger than hers, she�d nearly hugged her.

�� God, am I stuck with these?� She wondered to herself.� Am I going to be like this forever?� I�m sure Mom and Dad will be thrilled to see that it looks like their little girl got implants when I go home.

�� She sauntered past one of the racier clothing stores.� Advertisements in the front were all of models in the exact kind of Halloween getup one would expect for such a place.� Devils, French Maids, Playboy bunnies and their ilk.� The women were most certainly attractive, and all shared ample bosoms.

�� Is it really so bad?� I know I�ve looked in the mirror before, and wondered if I could be as big as Molly. �I mean, it�s never like I didn�t ever wish for a little size increase.

�� She giggled.� �Little� had no place in this particular conversation.�

�� Well, I am bigger than Molly now.� She surprised herself when the feeling that accompanied the thought wasn�t one of embarrassment, but almost one of pride.� And, I mean, I�ve seen what Molly can do with hers, what she can get men to do.� Maybe there�s a silver lining here.

�� She raised up onto the balls of her feet and dropped back down hard, creating a slight bounce and jiggle in her new chest.� The smile she cracked turned into another giggle, watching a boy at the ice cream counter no older than thirteen nearly fumble his cone watching her do so.�

�� Dad always said you�ve got to roll with the punches.� If I�m stuck like this, I might as well take advantage of it.� She thought, walking to the exits.� I just don�t want to end up a freak is all� anyway, it�s not like I did this on purpose or anything.

�� She spent the cab ride home in quiet thought, weighing the pros and cons of her new predicament.� Sure, the pros were there, but the fear of losing her identity as herself and becoming another big-titted bimbo with more breasts than IQ points was still there.�

�� Walking across campus now, she felt a little more secure. �Her back straightened a little more, her gait became happier.� She wasn�t as unhappy as she�d been earlier, but still, she didn�t know how she�d explain things to her friends once they got a good look at her.� Even now, even with the restricting bra on, anyone who�d met her before could tell her bosom had changed in proportion.� Still, the managed to get back to her room without any real incident.�

�� Dumping her new undergarments on he bed, she stripped her t-shirt off and walked into the bathroom again.� Her reflection in the mirror didn�t look so freakish anymore.� Different, but not so freakish.� They looked perfectly healthy, no stretch marks, creamy skin taut over the flesh that filled the bras cups to filling.� She cupped them again in her hands, hefting them gently, giving a slight gasp as she did.� The skin was just so damned sensitive�

�� I wonder�

�� Reaching behind herself, she undid the clasps of her new brassiere, laying it across the faucet.� Exposed to the cool air, her nipples immediately reacted, growing to their full half-inch size quickly.� Cupping her breasts again gently, she began to knead the flesh.� Even with such a light touch, the effect was immediate.� She could feel her nipples hardening into bullets, the sensation ripping through her body and settling into her core.� Her legs actually quivered for a moment, and she quickly flipped the lid on the toilet down and took a seat.�

�� Returning her hands to her breasts, she let out a mewling noise as her hands quickened their pace, now gripping and very much so working the expanse of flesh.� It became increasingly difficult to sit still, so intense were the feelings becoming, and she didn�t have to look to know that a wet spot was slowly appearing at the crotch of her jeans.�

�� Feels fucking amazing�� she managed between labored breaths, finally letting her hands peel themselves from her breasts.� Slowly, she began to caress again, over the tops, along the sides, and across the bottom.� Each movement of her hands felt exquisite each time pushing her closer and closer to the edge, each breath making those full mounds seem to fill her hands further�

�� She let out a cry of pleasure as her hands brushed across her nipples.� She�d managed specifically to avoid them until now, until her palms had passed over the engorged nubs, eliciting a lightning bolt of pleasure she wasn�t wholly expecting.� Still breathing hard, her legs clenching and unclenching together, she gently lifted one breast to her mouth, flicking the nipple with her tongue, eliciting another long moan.� Slowly positioning herself, she placed her free hands fingers above and below her other nipple, placing the other right at her lips.� Taking a deep breath, she pinched with the one hand, sucking the nipple deep into her mouth with the other.

�� For a flash, the world went white, and her body went ramrod stiff, as she launched into a body-shaking orgasm.� She could barely breath, but what breath was left in her went to a moan that quickly ascended to a scream of pleasure, the hand dropping her breast from her mouth and falling between her legs, captured between her clenched thighs, feeling the inferno of wet heat developing.� For what seemed like an almost dangerously long time, one wave after another crashed into her body until she finally slid from the toilet onto the floor, twitching gently as a series of aftershocks hit her.� It was a full minute, by her count, before she trusted her legs to hold her weight again.

�� The phone rang.

�� Standing back up took a little more effort than she anticipated, but she eventually found her way to her feet, slowly walking back into her room where the phone continued to ring insistently.� She still felt a little unsure of her voice as she picked up the receiver.�

�� Hello?�

�� Hey Natalie.� It�s Adam.� I didn�t see you this morning.� How are you?�

�� Her heart fluttered, then stopped, then fluttered again.�

�� God, not now!� I mean, I really want to talk to you, I want to see you again� but I want to get everything settled here first.

�� Oh, I�m fine.� She partially lied.� �I just had a really early class and I forgot.� I�m sorry I didn�t say goodbye.�

�� Adam swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat didn�t feel like it was going anywhere.� �Happy to hear it��

�� There was a long pause.

�� Listen�� Adam finally began again.� �I�d really like to see you again, I mean, I had a really great time and��

�� Damn, damn, damn.� Natalie thought to herself.� She could feel her rickety defenses already breaking down.� She was infatuated with this guy already.� It would�ve taken a monumental effort to say no.

�� so, if you�re free�� Adam had been rambling while she was thinking.� Honestly, he was still afraid of her telling him she knew what he had done.� ��I�d like to see you again.� Tonight, if you can manage it.�

�� Natalie was silent for a moment, twirling the phone cord around her finger nervously, chewing on her lip.� If she was actually going to manage to say no, this was the only chance she was going to get.

�� I�d love to.�� She said.� �Just name the place.�

�� How about Tuscan Oven Eatery?�

�� Sounds good to me.� When?�

�� How about seven?�

�� I�ll be there�� She paused for a moment.� �I�m looking forward to seeing you.�

�� Me too.� I�ll see you then.�

�� Alright, goodbye.�

�� Bye.�

�� On his end, Adam stood for a moment, before letting out a whoop and a jump.�

�� I�ll assume she said �yes�?�� Katie asked from his bed, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

�� Adam nodded.� �She actually said she�s looking forward to seeing me.�

�� Katie slipped off his bed, giving him a small hug.� �See?� Have a spine, see what rewards you get for it.� If she sounded enthused to see you, I doubt she even cares about the whole breasts thing.�

�� Meanwhile, a few miles away, Natalie gently replaced the phone on the receiver.� She was still chewing on her lip.� She�d wanted to say no, she�d wanted to be something close to the Natalie he met at the club, if she showed up all of a sudden with big new breasts, well, he�d have all the reason in the world to be a little suspicious.�

�� And honestly, she didn�t care.� She�d had so much fun with him, she�d had such a good time.� They�d connected in a way she hadn�t gotten to experience in a long, long time.� She didn�t like declaring things about her relationships prematurely, but she was absolutely sure she really, really liked this guy.�

�� So she�s take the risk.� If he thought she looked like a cow now, and walked away from her� well, she didn�t want to think of that.�

�� NATALIE!�

�� She jumped, immediately clutching at her chest to stop the surge of movement.� That clutch became a fumbled covering of herself as she looked to the doorway, where Molly was standing, bag at her feet, gaping.� A long moment passed.

�� What� the hell� happened to you?� Molly asked, pointing at the chest that Natalie couldn�t get entirely covered.� �Where did those come from?!?�

�� Well, uh� you see, there�s an explanation�� Natalie began, racing for a statement that just wasn�t coming.� She wished she hadn�t left her bra in the bathroom, not that it would�ve helped all that much, but at least she wouldn�t have been half-naked.

�� Molly approached her, her eyes still disbelieving.� �Move your arms, lemme see.�

�� Natalie began to turn away, but, figuring she had nothing to hide at that point anyway, and since Molly would�ve found out eventually anyway, turned back, and dropped her arms, turning beet red.

�� Holy�� Molly said, looking at her intently.� �Is that all you?�� She poked the side of one, certainly checking for some sort of implant.

�� As far as I can tell.�

�� Wow Nat� I mean�� Molly glanced down at herself.� �Hell, you�ve got a size on me!� I mean, wh� ho� when did this happen?�

�� As far as I can tell, this morning.� Natalie replied, wishing Molly would stop looking at her like she had a third eye down there.

�� So that�s why you were all out-of-sorts today�� Molly mused, gently lifting one.� Natalie was getting frustrated now.� She felt like a cow at auction.� �God� I mean, does it hurt?�

�� Natalie covered back up, beginning to walk brusquely to the bathroom.� �No, it feels fine.� Completely normal.� Just like my old ones but� bigger.�� She retrieved her bra from the bathroom, and, inhaling the odor of her sex, quickly sprayed a bit of air freshener around.� She�d have to change her jeans too or else Molly would really let her have it.

�� So� how did you get that done?�� Molly asked as Natalie walked back in.� �How did that happen?�

�� I didn�t get anything done.� Natalie replied, sounding annoyed.� �I just woke up and they were like this.�

�� Molly put her hands up defensively. ��No cruel intent girl.� I mean, I�m actually happy for you but� I mean, it�s stunning!� Yesterday morning you were a large B, and now you�re��

�� Probably a EE.� Natalie finished, pulling one of the new bras off the bed.� She snapped the tags off, and began to put it on.�

�� Molly made a silent �wow� with her mouth.� �And this just happened?� No explanation, no special cream, no visit to a plastic surgeon?�

�� Natalie spun around angrily, not really caring at this point about the second delay there was between her torso and her breasts, which spun, rebounded and quivered in the demi-cup undergarment.� �Listen Molly, I�m just as in the dark as you!� If I knew anything about this, I would�ve done something by now!� But I don�t!� It just happened!� I�ll probably see a doctor, and let them figure out what�s up with me, okay?�

�� Natalie sat on her bed, and buried her head in her hands.�

�� Molly stood silent for a moment before moving over to the bed, wrapping an arm around her roommate.� �Listen, Nat, I�m sorry, okay.� I�m sure you�re stressed out enough already, and I didn�t want to add to that.� Like I said, it�s just a little� surprising.�

�� I know, I know.�� Natalie said, wiping her eyes.� �I�m just� god, I�m just feeling a little anxious.�

�� Why?� Molly asked, perplexed.

�� Remember the guys we met last night?� Damien and Adam?�

�� Yeah.� You and Adam seemed like you were having a great time.�

�� We were.� I mean, I know I was� and I spent the night in his bed.� We didn�t do anything but� I woke up like this!�

�� Molly smiled.� �What�s the problem there?� A lot of girls would die for your figure now.�

�� Yeah, I was one of them.� But it wasn�t some gradual thing� it was just, boom!, there they were.� No warning.� I woke up in the morning and I was so scared.� Scared of something being wrong� and scared of��

�� Of?�

�� Natalie sighed heavily.� �Scared of Adam not liking me anymore.� I mean, I know they say all guys like big tits�� She sat back, holding her arms out to her sides.� �� but look at me!� I mean, I�m just really, really afraid that I�ll see him again and he�ll freak out and run.�

�� Molly was quiet for a moment.� �You really like this �Adam� kid don�t you?�

�� Natalie sniffed, nodding.�

�� When are you seeing him again?�

�� Tonight at seven.� And I don�t have anything that�s going to hide this.�

�� Molly sat silent, thinking.� �Did Adam seem like a good guy?�

�� Yeah.� A really nice, kind, good guy.�

�� Well, if he is, larger breasts aren�t going to turn him off.�� Molly stood up off the bed, pulling Natalie up.� �So why hide em�?� Let�s give him a show, huh?�

�� Natalie finished rubbing her eyes dry.� �Huh?�

�� C�mon.�� Molly opened her closet.� �Let�s get you all dressed up.�

�� *�� *

�� Adam rolled back and forth on his feet, looking expectantly up and down the street.� They�d said seven o�clock, and he�d arrived 15 minutes early.� Early wasn�t his style, but he didn�t want to keep her waiting for a moment. Still, it was 7:05 and she hadn�t shown up yet, and he was getting nervous, as was his style.

�� The Tuscan Oven Eatery dominated the corner it sat on, a two-story brick building filled with the odors of wine and garlic, and filled with enough soft lighting to ensure some measure of privacy.� It was upscale without being the kind of place that required a suit and tie to get into, and reasonably priced for the exquisite meals.� When it could be afforded, it was a prime spot for co-ed couples to go for a quiet evening alone.�

�� Adam checked himself over once again, making sure he looked dapper enough.� He was wearing one of his dress shirts, tucked into his best pair of jeans and shoes that he hadn�t worn since the last time his parents had dragged him to church.� His sister had recommended the outfit if he ever went somewhere �upscale� with a girl.� He�d never had the chance until now, so he was trusting her judgement.

�� He checked his watch again.� 7:08.� For the life of him he couldn�t get his heart to stop racing.� He kept on waiting for Natalie to pop out of each car that stopped at the stoplight.� He�d actually practiced what he would say and do with Katie before he had left.

�� What do you say when she arrives, no matter what?� Katie had quizzed him.

�� She looks nice.�� He parroted what she�d told him already.

�� Exactamundo.� And her breasts?�

�� Try not to stare.�

�� Good boy.� Now, if she asks you about her breasts, at all implicates you with them��

�� Tell her the truth in a simple, straightforward manner.�

�� And if she doesn�t?�

�� Tell her anyway 3/4ths of the way through the meal.�

�� She sounded so nice, so� not angry on the phone.� He mused.� Maybe she likes it that way.� Maybe she doesn�t care.� Maybe Katie was right. �

He�d begun to check his watch again when a cab pulled up to the curb and stopped.

And out stepped Natalie.

There�s no goddamn way I�m going to be able to follow Katie�s advice about staring.� Adam knew that immediately.

Natalie and Molly had come together on putting together an outfit for her, and they�d finally decided on one of Molly�s dresses, a gorgeous crimson number that started just above the knee and ended maybe an inch above her nipples.� She�d protested vehemently at first, the dress wasn�t designed for her bust, and the low top put her in danger of popping out of the material with any sudden, unplanned movements.� But, Molly had managed to convince her, even going so far as to take it in some for Natalie�s smaller hips.� Much to Natalie�s embarrassment, despite Molly�s torso being a two inches further around than hers, they hadn�t needed to think about taking in the top, her breasts filled the material quite nicely.

And oh, how they filled it.� A vast expanse of the tops of her breasts were visible now, with at least two inches of cleavage accentuating the space nicely.� Adam was absolutely sure that these were the biggest breasts he�d personally seen in a long, long while.

Never one for much makeup, Natalie had still done her part with eyeshadow and a little blush, her lipstick matching the dresses� dark red color.� Her long brown hair was untied, flowing down almost to mid-spine.� The outfit was capped off by two-inch high heel shoes, �to ensure the proper movement�, as Molly had put it.

Adam had to forcefully stop himself from gaping.� Inside his head, he was screaming at himself to say something, anything, as long as it was English and didn�t reference her chest.

�You� look� gorgeous.�� He managed.

She�d been as nervous as she ever was in her life in the cab ride on the way over.� All of her fears seemed to reach a crescendo, of Adam seeing her and beginning to cruelly laugh, or bolting at the very sight of her.� Her heart, and stomach were fluttering as she stepped out of the car, but still, she managed to clasp her handbag infront of her and smile sweetly.� Those fears had begun to drain as he looked at her however, dissipating further away as he spoke.�

�Thank you.�� She said in a voice much huskier than she expected.�

He looks really, really cute.� She thought to herself.� God, let this not be a ruse.� Let it work out.� Please let him be as interested as he looks.

Adam stepped forward slowly. �Not because he didn�t trust his legs, but because he didn�t want to expose the raging hard on that was becoming quite uncomfortable in his jeans.� Gently, he offered her his arm, which she smiled and took.� He felt his breathing stop for a moment as her breast pushed up against his arm.�

�What�re you going to do about the whole �hands� thing?� Katie had asked him as he dressed.

�I don�t know.�� He replied, buttoning his shirt.� �I mean, I�ve been trying to �control� it all day, trying to focus, things like that, but I�ve been running around so much, I haven�t had time to really sit down and do it so� I�m going to have to try something drastic in the meantime.�

�You�re not going to wear gloves, are you?�

�No.� But I can�t touch her.� My hands cannot come into contact with her until I�ve got this under control.�

And even now, with her olive-hued arm hooked with his, he made absolutely sure that his hand stayed as far away from her as possible.�

The Maitre�d in the lobby raised his eyebrow ever so slightly as he glanced from Adam to Natalie, and to Natalie�s outfit, but if he was interested, it didn�t show.

�Reservation for Tinson, party of two.�� Adam said.�

The Maitre�d walked them through the ground floor, up to a small, candlelit table on the second floor.� As they walked, Natalie could definitely feel heads turning and eyes tracking as she passed by.� She began to wish she hadn�t accepted this dress again, every step created a small jiggle that made her worry of losing her decency in public.

These people must think I�m a whore or something.� Natalie thought for a moment.� She furrowed her brow however, and straightened her back further.� Well, fuck em� if they do.� I�m here with Adam, and that�s all I really care about right now.� She pressed a little closer to Adam, giving him another sweet smile.

God, LOOK at those things!� Adam was having a hard time separating his two heads.� I mean� look at them!� I haven�t ever been with a girl who looked like this!� I mean, she was gorgeous before, but now, I mean, look at her!� A guy two tables over actually turned 90 degrees just to sneak a peek.� Man, I hope she�s okay with all this attention.

Natalie kindly thanked him as he pulled her seat out for her before taking his himself.� He�d hoped that perhaps, in the dim light, he�d be able to pry his eyes away from her breasts, but the candles only served to create erotic, flickering shadows where the mounds met.� Flitting his gaze back up to her eyes, he found her looking at him once more.� She didn�t look angry in the slightest� but he still had to tell her.

�Thank you for inviting me out tonight.� She said, taking her napkin and smoothing it out on her lap.�

�I really, really wanted to see you again.�� Adam replied, a little more matter-of-factly than he�d been hoping for.� �I had such a nice time last night, I figured, �why not�?�

Their waiter walked over and introduced herself as Tracy.� She gave Natalie a particularly warm smile, and Adam could see that, beneath her uniform, she certainly wasn�t the smallest woman in the world. After pouring the both of them waters, she stated that she would return momentarily for their orders.

Adam sat with his arms folded on the table, hands fully out of sight.� He was having a hard time not looking at her breasts, but he was still more than cognizant enough to keep those two troublemakers out of harm�s way for the evening.�

�So, where are you from?�� Adam began.� It was much easier to concentrate on her face when she was actually talking.

�Port Murphy, born and raised.� Natalie sipped at her water.� �Mom and Dad didn�t want their little girl going too far away from home, so Lawrence State ended up being my choice.�

�You didn�t try for Morriston?�

�I did, but apparently I didn�t have the extracurriculars they were looking for. Something about �fostering school spirit� or something like that.�

�And you ended up being a cheerleader at the Golden Chalice game.� Mistake on their part.�

Natalie laughed.� �I told you, I was coerced into doing it.� Molly was doing it and she guilt-tripped me into it, little minx.�

�So, what�s Port Murphy like?� I�ve heard some things.� You must�ve been really popular in high school.�

She furrowed her brow.� �Why would you say that?�

Adam immediately began attempting damage control.� �Well, I mean, all the pretty girls are always popular in school, right?� The guys must�ve been lining up to get to you.�

Natalie smiled, much to Adam�s relief.� �Thank you for giving me the benefit of the doubt, but no, I wasn�t one of the popular girls in high school.� I was actually a band geek all the way up until Senior year, so I wasn�t one of the really desirable ones.�

�Really?� What�d you play?�

�Flute.�� She giggled, flesh bouncing along.� �Make any �Band Camp� jokes and I�ll sock you.�

�Perish the thought.�

�So what about you?�

�I was born in Sugarhill, but my family moved to Newton when I was four.� Lived there ever since.� High school for me�� He trailed off for a moment, searching for the proper words.� ��was unremarkable.� Let�s just say I was looking forwards to leaving for college.�

She leaned forward, interested.� �What does unremarkable mean?�

�It means I was socially inept, and stuck in a tiny town with a bunch of kids that I knew way too well and for way too long.� My graduating class only had 41 people, and I knew them all as well as I knew my parents.�

�And why�d you go to Morriston?�

�They said �Yes�.�� She laughed at the joke, which put him further at ease.� �Imagine my surprise when I found out that, rather than being filed with the young intellectuals I was expecting, college ended up just being �Camp High School�, but with alcohol and marijuana.� Well, more.�

Their waitress returned just as Adam was launching into a story about how he and his friends back in Newton had managed to actually herd a small group of deer into their school.� He ordered Chicken Alfredo, she ordered a salad and some sort of Tortellini and vegetable mix.� Both of them were quite pleased with the speed which the meals came to their table. �

They spent the next hour sharing stories of their youths, of what their respective campuses were like, continually laughing, their eyes finding one another time after time again.� For a time, Adam forgot that he was here with a woman who had looked significantly different 24 hours ago, nearly forgetting about his own affliction.�

Still, however, as they�d finished their meals, he�d felt himself reaching for her hand.� He�d drawn agonizingly close before he�d realized, and yanked his hand away, much faster than he would�ve liked.� He smiled reassuringly, pretending to wipe off his jeans, but said nothing about the gaffe.

Natalie saw it clearly however, and those fears were slowly rearing their heads again.� Has he been just humoring me this whole time?� He hadn�t even made a motion to touch me all night� I mean, at first I thought he might�ve just been trying to be a bit much of a gentleman� but he wouldn�t even touch my hand�

Their waitress handed them two after-dinner mints and their check.� Natalie began to stand up from the table.

�Excuse me,� she said, her voice wavering slightly.� �I�ve got to use the little girls room.�

Her hips swayed from side to side fantastically as she walked away, but Adam was running his hands through his hair, exasperated.� The evening had nearly gone off without a hitch� and then he�d gone and screwed it up.� Yanking his hand away like that must�ve surely offended, at best.� He finished off his glass of wine before placing his elbows on the table and folding his hands infront of his face.�� When she came back� he had to explain.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Natalie looked herself over in the mirror.� She felt nauseous, a sensation not from the food, but from sheer uncertainty.� Had he been humoring her?� He�d pulled away as if bitten by a bug.� For a long moment, she stared at her reflection, before smoothing her dress again and reapplying her lipstick.� She had to go out and be strong.� She�d ask him if he�d just been toying with her, stringing her along.� And if he had� well, her glass of water was still a third full, so she could at least toss that into his face.

From the corner of his eye, Adam noticed her returning to the table, and immediately straightened, breaking a thin smile.� The sweet look that had been perched upon her face for much of the evening had disappeared however, replaced now with a determined look as she took her seat.� He took a deep breath.

�Natalie, I��

�No, I�ll go first.�� She said, trying to sound as stern as possible, still hearing her voice waver.� �What�s tonight all about?�

Adam squinted, looking down, confused.� �Wha� what do you mean?�

�I mean what�s this all about?� Just now, you went to touch me and pulled away like I was a spider or something.� You haven�t even tried to make any contact with me all night, and the one time you do, you recoil almost in horror or something.� I mean�� She held her hands just underneath her breasts.� �Do these really make that much of a difference to you?� Is it all you care about?� Do you think I�m some kind of freak and you�re just out here to play a joke?�� The firmness in her voice became lost in a rising swell of anger and emotion.

�Wha� No!�� Adam spluttered.� �No, nothing like that!� I�, I just� can�t touch you.�

�Why not!?!?!?�� Natalie�s voice turned heads as she began to stand up from the table.� She could feel her eyes starting to well, which just infuriated her more, being determined not to let her see him cry.� �Because if you�ve been just stringing me along so help me god I�ll��

�No!� Adam said again, holding his hands up defensively.� Hell hath no fury indeed.� �Just let me explain, okay? Please.�

Natalie breathed deep, fists clenched at her sides, chest heaving.�

�Please Natalie.�� He pleaded.� �Please, just� c�mon, just sit down.� Let me explain.�

She gave him a long look before relaxing slightly, slowly settling into her seat.

�Thank you.�� Adam folded his hands on the table before him.� �Just, just believe me, okay.� I would never do something like that to you, okay?� Not ever.�� He swallowed hard. �You must�ve noticed that, when you woke up this morning, you were� bigger, in places.�

�Yes��

�Well, I�m afraid that�s my fault.� I mean, I wish I could explain it better, but I can�t, so I�ll just say that it doesn�t make sense but� I�ve got this thing.� I can do this weird thing�� He looked down at his hands, sighing.� �When I touch someone� with my hands� when I touch a woman really�I can change their� bust.� It gets larger� or I can give them� pleasure.� It�s not something that I have control over, it�s not something that I do on purpose.� It just kind of happens.� It started the day I met you and, I did it to one of my friends� and then you spent the night� and I did it to you, while you were sleeping��

The pit in his stomach had returned, larger than ever.

��I touched you while you were asleep and� you got bigger.� A lot bigger.� And� I freaked out, and I didn�t wake you up or anything because I was scared you�d freak out� and that I�d never see you again.� And I didn�t want that to happen.�� He looked up at her, pleading.� �I know this all sounds farfetched, but I swear, it�s all the truth.� I really, really, really like you Natalie.� I�ve had such a great time being with you� I feel like I don�t have to act when I�m with you, I mean, you�re one of the best, most beautiful girls I�ve ever met.� And I�d never do anything to hurt you on purpose.� It just happened and� if I could take it back, I would, but I don�t know if I can� God, I�m so sorry� but I don�t want to lose you.�

She looked at him for a long moment.�

�You actually expect me to believe all that?� What is this, some sort of sick joke?�� She stood up again, turning away from the table.�

He bolted out of her seat, grabbing for her arm.� �Natalie, no!� I�m telling the truth!�

She whirled on him angrily, not even caring about her bosom anymore.� �Go fuck yourself Adam!� She yelled, yanking her arm away from him.� She could feel the tears in her eyes spilling over, and she angrily wiped at them running for the stairs.�

Adam tossed some money onto the table before chasing after her, nearly falling down the stairs in his haste.� �No, Natalie, please!�

By the time he caught up to her again, she was walking outside, hailing a cab.� He stopped beside her, but she refused to look at him.

�Natalie, please, please, you�ve got to understand, I�m not lying, I�m not joking!� It�s all the truth.�

A cab pulled up to the curb, and Natalie opened the door.�

�You didn�t have to embarrass me Adam.�� She seethed.� �Don�t call.� I don�t want to see you ever again.�

The door to the cab slammed shut.� Adam lunged at the window, but the car was already pulling away.

He watched it turn the corner and drive out of sight before sitting down on the curb.

�� *�� *

He walked home that night, replaying the evening in his head over and over again.� If he had said something else� if he�d explained it at first� if he�d never recoiled like that�

�If I didn�t have this FUCKING THING!�� He screamed into the air.� He felt like chopping his hands off, like just getting rid of them, getting rid over whatever this fucking thing was that was ruining his life.�

Returning to his room, he slowly disrobed, leaving a trail of clothes from his door to his bed.� Lying down, he found that the scent of her hair was still in his pillow.� Reaching up, he opened his window, and, lying back down, stared at the ceiling.

Meanwhile, a few miles away, Natalie cried herself to sleep.

�� *�� *

Damien had, quite literally, dragged him to Pancake Madness.� He�d spent all of the rest of the week holed up in his room, surfing the web, only leaving for class and food.� Cara and Katie had stopped by, but he wasn�t in much of a mood for guests of any kind.� Still, as dour as his attitude was, he appreciated his friends efforts to try and pull him out of his funk, even if he didn�t feel like letting them pull him.�

He was wearing batting gloves now.� He�d decided on this after plumping a girl in his American History class out to a D-Cup handing her a stack of papers.� She hadn�t become fully cognizant of the change until after class, and had had the episode he was originally afraid of Natalie having.� It was totally random, as he�d always feared, showcasing how little control he had over his �curse�.�

He was calling it a �curse� now.� As far as he was concerned, the negatives far outweighed the positives.� He was a freak now, someone to be stared at from the other side of a pane of glass.

�You�re being a lump again man.�� Damien nudged him with his elbow.� �C�mon, stand up, just walk around, you�ll feel better.� There�s lots of fish in the sea.�

�That�s bullshit and you fucking know it.�� Just because he appreciated his friends, didn�t mean he felt like being civil to much of anyone.

�I�m just trying to help you Adam.�� Damien said, standing up from their table.� �You can wallow, or you can get up, and do something about it.� Wallowing never got anyone anywhere.�

Adam looked impassively at the assemblage.� As expected, a more than reasonable number of students had turned out for Pancake Madness. �Tables had been cleared away from a small section of the cafeteria floor to make for a makeshift dancefloor which was currently receiving a great deal of use.�

�Maybe later.�� Adam mumbled.� Damien shrugged, walking back into the throng.

He�d never believed the blustering tales he�d heard from friends from High School about love, and about hurt.� He still didn�t entirely believe them, but he understood that he didn�t give a damn about a single other woman here tonight.� The only one he really wanted to talk to, to dance with again, hated him.�

Don, a kid he knew from his Literature class walked past, waving.� He didn�t respond.

Katie told him not to worry about it, and he�d told her that he didn�t want any advice from someone whose longest relationship was six weeks.� She�d told him to stop venting on other people for his own failings before storming out.�

He pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up, extending his feet onto one of the empty chairs.� If he really did care, he would.

Fishing his cellphone from his pocket, he stared at it before beginning to dial.

�� *�� *

�He called again.�

�Christ.�

�Third time this weekend.�

�So?�

Molly rocked back and forth gently at the chair infront of her desk, half finished homework cluttering the space.� Natalie was lying in bed, idly flipping channels.�

�So� he�s calling.� He�s looking for you.� He wants to talk to you.� Doesn�t that mean something?�

�It means he�s either sick or stupid.�

Molly sighed, exasperated.� �Maybe it means he�s not just screwing with you.�

�Maybe you could stop harping on this kid like this.�

�Oh come on Natalie!� Molly stood up, walking over to Natalie�s bed.� �You were head over heels for this guy like that.�

�I was wrong.�

�Bullshit.� Molly paused for a long moment.� �I know why you�re being such a bitch to this guy.� He�s done nothing to deserve this kind of treatment, you�re treating him like he just cheated on you.� And it�s because you�re scared.�

Natalie flipped off the TV and glared at her roommate.�

�Yeah, you heard me.�� Molly continued.� �You found a guy, a great guy, a guy you clicked with.� And you fell for him.� You fell hard.� Yeah, something weird happened, but you�re not hurt, are you?� You�re not in pain.� Hell, that�s not even the point.� You fell for him, and you fell so hard, so fast that you got scared.� You got so scared, you were willing to latch onto anything at all to push yourself away so you could feel safe again.�� Molly tossed the phone at Natalie, and it bounced off the bed.� �You were terrified that you might be in love.�

Natalie pulled the sheets up over her head, turning away from Molly.�

�Yeah, fine, what-the-fuck ever Nat.�� Molly�s voice wasn�t dampened in the slightest by the sheets, at least so it felt.� �You wanna continue pulling this shit, fine by me.� But this guy�s actually trying to track you down and say he�s sorry!� He says he wants to explain.� And you still won�t even talk to him?� Yeah, who�s acting like the asshole here?�

Natalie didn�t respond.� She was too angry.� Just who the hell did Molly think she was, trying to analyze her relationships?� Molly who went through men like tissues, Molly who firmly believed her best asset was her appearance, Molly who had cheated on two different boyfriends!

How could she hit so close to home?

Struggling with the sheets, she pulled them up further, cocooning herself underneath the fabric.� She shut her eyes tightly, balling her fist.� What could he possibly have to say?� What was there left to explain?� How could he possibly expect her to trust him, to respect him, to treat him any better than he had treated her?� Sure, he�d been nothing but a gentlemen, he�d explained himself, he�d chased her out of the restaurant, he�d been nothing but one of the kindest men she�d ever met�

She curled up underneath the sheets.

�� *�� *

It had been a little over a week, October had passed, a whole new month, a new chance to forget what had happened.� The temperature was continuing its steady drop, and leaves were finally beginning to fall off the trees in earnest.� November was beginning and winter�s chill touch was following right behind.� With Midterms done, the ugly specter of finals was looming on the horizon.� The academic semester was starting to really hit its stride.

Natalie hadn�t left Lawrence State since the dinner.� Morriston was the only real place to go, and she couldn�t go into town there for obvious reasons.� She�d whiled away her time buried in her studies, watching any TV and generally trying to forget.� Inevitably, she�d fielded the questions from friends on campus about her suddenly larger bust, and some had understood, some had given her the benefit of the doubt, some hadn�t.� She knew their looks, the ones who didn�t believe her, the ones who thought she had just gotten plastic surgery done, who thought she was another dumb bimbo now.� And she still had to explain to her parents�

She wasn�t a shut in, but her social life had taken a bit of a hit.� She could feel men�s eyes leering at her now, more than ever before, and the sensation was not appreciated.� She didn�t want their gaze.� Still, she�d tried flirting, talking, trying to make the best of her situation, but to little avail.� It wasn�t that the guys weren�t interested� she had become a marked girl on campus now, boys who hadn�t looked at her twice were walking up to her now, saying hello.� And she had tried, she really had� but the sensation of guilt in the back of her head wouldn�t go away.�

By this point, she�d gotten as used to her breasts as she figured she ever would.� It certainly was an odd sensation, looking down and not being able to see her feet over the mass of upright, perky flesh.� She was immensely thankful that she lived in one of the newer dorms in Lawrence State, where her and Molly�s room came with it�s own bathroom.� Showers in the morning had become nearly impossible, the tactile sensation of the water hitting her breasts, combined with the feeling from the washcloth as she cleaned� she�d come at least once every single time, orgasms of differing intensities, one so strong that Molly had knocked on the door, asking if everything was alright after she�d been unable to stifle the moan that crossed her lips.

She�d bought a few shirts from the Campus store that didn�t accentuate her figure quite as much as her normal clothing did.� Natalie wouldn�t say that she didn�t want anyone to see her looking like this, but, that feeling of embarrassment, that she had gone from �nice girl� to �freak� was there, always there in her mind now, and, for all of her concentrating, it wouldn�t go away.

He hadn�t stopped calling.� Generally, once a day, he�d try.� Usually Molly would pick up and tell him that Natalie wasn�t around or still wasn�t speaking to him, and he�d plead with Molly to just let her know that everything that night was a misunderstanding, but that he was telling the truth.� At the very least, she had to admit, he was very, very persistent.�

This evening, she stepped out of the shower and finished drying her hair, grunting a little as she pulled one of her older shirts down over herself.� It pulled quite tight over her, leaving Natalie feeling like her breasts were jutting out even further than normal.� With a small sigh, she slipped on her pajama bottoms, beginning to prepare for bed.� Molly was out boning one of the members of the basketball team apparently, which left her with some privacy for the evening.� She flipped on the TV, absent-mindedly changing channels until she came across one of the prevalent home redecoration shows she could leave on as white noise.

Sorting the books she�d need for the next day into her bookbag, she began to clear away some of the clutter from midterms away from her desk.� Pulling up a piece of scratch paper from a math quiz, a blue sheet of folded paper looked back up at her.� The program from the bar that night.� She�d hung onto it, could never bring herself to throw it out.� And, even now, as she picked it up and held it over the trashcan, she hesitated, before turning back to her desk, opening one of the drawers and stuffing it inside.�

�Damnit.� She whispered.

Turning back towards her bed, she froze as her door knocked.� Molly must�ve finished with her male escort for the evening early, or perhaps one of the girls from across the hall had another ridiculous question about brassieres.� Ever since Natalie had sprouted these, their neighbors assumed her the expert on everything bra-related.� Slowly, she walked to the door, opening it.

On the other side stood a girl she didn�t recognize. Her shirt�s scooped neck revealed a great chasm of cleavage, and breasts that must�ve been nearly her size, if not larger.� She smiled nicely as Natalie opened the door.

And behind her, Adam.

Natalie felt herself beginning to try and swing the door closed again, but the girl quickly wedged her foot in, preventing her from getting it any further closed than a quarter of the way.�

�Whoa, whoa, please, Natalie!� Hold on a second, just one second, okay?�� She girl gave her a kind, understanding look, placing her hand on the door, trying to ease it open a little more.� She knew her name� but Natalie couldn�t bring herself to do anything other than glower at Adam. �Just slow down there and let me say something, okay?�

Natalie relented on the door.

�Thank you.� I�m Cara.� The girl, Cara, extended her hand.� Natalie didn�t take it.� �Well, either way, I�m Cara, and I�m here to say that of the many things Adam is, he�s not cruel, or evil.� He�s not the kind of guy who plays practical jokes, and for as long as I�ve known him, he�s been one of the most honest people I�ve ever met.� What happened that night� it was all just a misunderstanding, okay?� He�s actually, really telling the truth.�

Natalie�s eyes narrowed.

�No, really.�� Cara said, digging into her shoulderbag from a moment, producing a Polaroid photo.� �That�s me, a month ago.� Take a look and tell me what�s different.�

Natalie still wanted to slam the door and go back inside, but slowly, she tore her angry gaze away from Adam, and down at the photo.� It was a picture of the same girl who stood before her, sitting at a bar table with five others who must�ve been friends.� They were all raising glasses, smiling drunkenly for the camera.

�So?�� Natalie asked?

�Oh, for the love of� would you look at me?!?�

Cara was situated just left of center, crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue for the camera.� Her hair was a little shorter than it currently was, and she was wearing the same kind of shirt�

Natalie glanced from the picture to Cara, and back to the picture again.

�Yes,� Cara explained for her.� �That is actually me a month ago.� If you don�t believe me, check the date on the photo.�� Indeed, in the corner of the picture, a small �10-2-04� was there.

Natalie took the photo from Cara, studying it intently now.�

�Look all you want.�� Cara continued.� �But if you�re not blind, you can see that I�ve changed between now and then.� A lot.� And these kinds of changes don�t happen in a single month.�

��but what about plastic s�.�� Natalie began to say.

�Oh for the� Here!�� Cara grabbed Natalie�s hand, pressing it right to her breast.� �You tell me if that feels fake.�

Natalie pulled her hand away slowly.� She didn�t have an answer, but, no, it didn�t.

�Listen Natalie,� Cara continued.� �Do you honestly think that, if Adam was in this just to screw with you, if he wasn�t as infatuated with you as I�ve ever seen one human be with another, that he would�ve spent all this time calling you?� That he would�ve barely left his room because he was so depressed?� Would he have come here to talk to you?�

Natalie felt her eyes welling, her voice a whisper.� �No.�

�Well then cut the kid a break girl.�� Cara said, gesturing at Adam.� He was barely looking at her, hands stuffed in his pockets.� �I know the story doesn�t make any sense, I mean, I don�t entirely believe it myself, but it�s all true.� Whatever it is, it allows Adam to do things no human can do.� And I know, I know that Adam didn�t want to hurt you.� I mean�� She paused for a moment.� �I don�t believe in �love at first sight� myself, but this is as close as I�ve ever heard of.� And it shouldn�t end because of a mistake.�

Natalie�s face had softened now, the anger gone.� She looked at the picture again, but she wasn�t thinking about it.� All she could think of was how much of an idiot she�d been, making something out of nothing, not giving him the benefit of the doubt.� She didn�t wipe at the tear that slid from her eye.

�Just, believe him.�� Cara said, putting her hand on Natalie�s back before stepping away.� �Give him a chance.�

Natalie sniffed, looking back up at Cara and then at Adam, who stood before her now, somber, but still managing the very beginnings of a smile.

�Natalie?�� He said.

Her lower lip quivered, even as she caught it between her teeth.�

She threw her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck.� �I�m sorry� I�m so sorry��

Adam felt himself hesitating for only a moment before his arms wrapped around her, pressing her tight to him.� Cara patted his shoulder, and whispered something to him, but he didn�t hear it.� He was with her again, and that was all that honestly mattered.

�I think I might love you Natalie.�� He whispered.

They stood in her doorway like that for a few minutes, until Natalie finally began to compose herself again.� She wiped at her eyes, and smiled.� Really, honestly smiled.�

�Come in.� She said, leading him inside.

They sat on her bed, hip to hip.� It was then she saw the batting gloves over his hands, long sleeves obscuring all the skin on his arms.� For but a moment, she wondered, but when he reached for her hand, she immediately took it, squeezing gently.

�Natalie� honestly, I�m sorry��

�You�ve got nothing to apologize for.� She shook her head.� �I should�ve believed you that night� I should�ve trusted you.� I didn�t, and I�m sorry.�

Adam smiled gingerly.� �Still, I should never have put you in this position��

�How could you have known?�� Natalie asked, lifting his hand with hers.� �You�re only starting to understand now, right?�

�Sort of.�� Adam said, gazing at his hands.� �I still don�t have any control over when and how� but, at least, I can prevent it from happening to anyone else.�

�Has it� happened to anyone else?�

Adam nodded.� �You, Cara, who you just met.� Katie, a girl I know� and two girls I�ve never even met before.� I�ve had to be very careful� and I�ve been lucky.�

�And it�s whenever you touch a woman?�

�� He shrugged.� �Not entirely.� I�ve brushed hands with people and nothing� but those times, it was like a lightning bolt.� I know that, if my arm starts tingling like it�s numb� then I�m in trouble.� I mean, I don�t want to be doing this to people.�

�� He turned his head to gaze into her eyes.� �I didn�t want to do it to you.� I mean, I can�t imagine what it must have been like��

�� It�s been� different.�� She said, a slight blush starting at the edges of her cheeks.� �But I�ve had to be careful.�� She smiled.

�� But don�t people� look at you differently?�

�� Natalie nodded before sitting back, leaning away from him slightly.� �Adam� do you like how I look?�

�� For a moment, Adam was quiet.� �I won�t lie to you Natalie� I liked how you looked before�� He quickly continued, seeing her face fall slightly.� ��but, I�d be a liar if I said I didn�t like how you look now.� I�d like you any way around it.�

She smiled warmly.� �So you don�t think I look like a� cow or something?�

�No, no, no way.� Nothing like that�� He rubbed the back of his neck.� �I mean, if you want to know the whole truth��

�I do.�

�The way you look is right up my alley.� I mean, I�m the kind of guy who likes women with� a lot of dimensions, specifically in that� one area.�� He sighed.� He couldn�t believe he was actually telling her all this.� �I mean, it has nothing to do with the things I�ve done and can do� at least I don�t think it does, but I�ve never done it on purpose for that or anything.� I just like��

�Really, really big tits?�� Natalie finished for him.

He looked down, smiling sheepishly.� �Yeah, that�d be about it.�

Natalie turned, folding her legs underneath her, her face curious.� �So do you have like� a limit?� Is there a point where it�s �too big�?�

Adam rubbed the back of his neck again.� �N� No, I don�t believe I have that.� But I mean, I�d never do that to someone just to��

Natalie hushed him with a finger.� �Adam� if you like how I look, I honestly don�t care what anyone else thinks.� Because I like how I look, and I like that you like how I look.�� She nodded, confirming the statement to herself.� �And that�s that.�

�Well, I mean I�ll still be careful��

�Don�t worry about it.�� She took his hand in hers.� �I�m yours, lock, stock and barrel.�

�But aren�t you� uncomfortable?� I mean, I thought they embarrassed you��

�They did.�� Natalie admitted.� �But I�ve gotten more comfortable in time and� if someone is going to judge me based on the size of my breasts, of all things� I don�t want to know that person, you know?�

�But what if I��

She guided his hands to her hips, the flames of desire beginning to flicker behind her eyes.� In all honesty, she�d wanted to bed Adam from the moment she�d saw him, so why lose the opportunity?� She wanted to finally kiss him, to feel his hands on her, to feel him inside her, to feel his hands caressing her breasts.� It had been three years since the drunken evening where she lost her virginity to Andrew, an old, old boyfriend, and she hadn�t had sex since.� But now, with him� she wanted him, and it.

�Whatever happens, happens.�� She said, leaning forward.�

For a moment, Adam froze, her face mere inches away from his.� Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, she reached her hand up, gently caressing the side of his face with her fingertips.�

�Don�t worry.�� She chided gently, �I think� no, I know I�m ready for anything that happens.� If anything does, it�ll be my fault, not yours.�

Because I�m never going to make a mistake with you again Adam. Natalie thought, holding his face in her hands.

The tension in Adam�s shoulders relented, and he allowed himself to be pulled forward into her.

Their first kiss was brief, lips merely pressing up against one another for a few before they pulled away.� Adam could feel his cock surging to life in his pants, but it readily became apparent that Natalie would be playing the part of the aggressor this evening, as she pressed in for a second kiss, this one longer, her tongue flicking at his closed lips until she finally teased them open, beginning to push him onto his back as she opened her mouth, her tongue dueling with his.� Softly, she moaned into his mouth as his hands slipped from her waist to cup her behind.

Fixating on one part of the female part did allow for some nice surprises as a relationship progressed, Adam noted, his hands caressing an ass that was just as well rounded and supple had been or were now.� Slowly, his hands took better hold, beginning to gently knead, her hips grinding against his as he did so.� She let out another soft moan as he began to sit up, pressing a single finger to his chest.

�No.�� She said simply.� �I want to do you.�

Like a snake, she began to slither her way down his body, kissing his chin, the hollow of his neck, sliding down further until she lifted his shirt to kiss just below his navel, her hands beginning to work on his belt buckle.� Her hand brushed against his member, which had become quite uncomfortable inside his pants, and she grinned devilishly.�

Her fingers worked deftly, undoing his belt buckle in no time, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, sliding them down his legs before tugging at his boxers, his cock springing free.� For a moment, Adam glanced down to see her reaction.� Like any other male his age, he�d taken the time on multiple occasions to measure his manhood, which stood at a reasonable seven inches at last count.� Reasonable as far as he was concerned, but her�

Gently, she applied a loving kiss to the very tip of his cock, causing his hips to jerk slightly, reflexively.� Impishly, she grinned up at him.

�I�d always wanted to try this, but I never could before�� She said slowly, gently grasping him in her hand.� Slowly, she began long, languid strokes of her tongue along his dick, sliding from the base to the tip and back down again, each finished movement evoking a groan of pleasure from Adam.� The ministrations continued for a good minute before he felt her mouth envelop him, the warmth of her mouth surrounding first the head, before slowly sliding down to about halfway down his tool, her tongue swirling all the while.

Much as he might�ve wanted to boast, Adam was no Peter North when it came to these matters, therein, he could feel the orgasm building already, slowly bubbling.� But, she pulled away, a relieved sigh flowing from Adam�s lips.� He didn�t want to live up to all the stereotypes of the average, inexperienced 20-something lover.

Nevertheless, he was embarrassed to admit that he nearly blew his load just looking at her when she sat back on her knees, reaching down and crossing her arms to lift the shirt up and away from her body, her breasts bouncing joyously as they were freed from their fabric prison.� Adam could remember thinking to himself what Natalie would�ve looked like with a larger bosom when he first met her, and now, seeing it, the experience was amazing.� Six inches of tit flesh jutted out at him now, as firm as he could�ve ever imagined, perfectly rounded like the cantaloupes they equaled in size.� Capped at the end by those gorgeous, pink nipples, each upturned slightly, as if to provide better access not only to her but to anyone who wanted to pleasure her.� As if for his benefit, she shook them gently, sending them wobbling from side to side in the kind of display he�d only been able to find on websites, previous to this.

It took a monumental effort of concentration not to blow his load when he felt her pile those twin cushions of gorgeous flesh on her chest alongside either side of his cock and begin sliding them up and down.� Slick with saliva and sweat, the sensation was still absolute heaven, his dick trapped within a warm canal that, own downstrokes, her tongue would flick at the head of his cock time and time again, until she finally craned her neck down, wrapping full lips around the tip of his head and swirling her tongue in circles.�

Adam began to try and form a sentence, but it became garbled in the wash of pleasure.� All things considered, he was fairly happy he could remember exactly where he was and what his name was, such was the nature of the head he was receiving.� Sensing how close he was getting, Natalie began to increase her pace, sliding her breasts away from him for a moment to gently flick his balls with her tongue before piling her mammaries around his manhood again and continuing the pleasure ride.

�God� Nat� I�m gonna�� Adam began.

Natalie murmured an �MmmHmm� into him that sent vibrations all the way down to the base of his cock.� For a moment, he felt the sensation build in his balls before the first spurt loosed itself from his dick, followed by another, and a third, his orgasm seeming to rise slowly, cresting high before finally crashing him back down to earth.

Natalie had pulled away after the second spurt, a little surprised, wiping at her mouth and letting out a soft squeal as the third and fourth ropes of spunk had splattered across her face, chest and stomach.� Adam gazed at her as she gently reached for her towel, beginning to dab at the mess.� Even now, in the blissful wake of an orgasm, seeing her dab at those magnificent breasts� he could feel his cock stiffening again, ready for another go-round.

She smiled, tossing the towel to the side.� Maybe it was something about Adam, about their chemistry� maybe it was something about his powers, about what he�d done to her, but she wanted nothing more than to slam his cock inside of her time and time again.� A hand began to dip down to her aching pussy, only to catch Adam�s gaze, fixated entirely on her chest.� Smiling demurely before cupping her hands underneath the fleshpiles, lifting and pressing together, craning her head down to flick a tongue over each nipple, that lightning bolt of sensation flowing through her each time.� God, she wanted to fuck him.

�Like what you see?�� She asked.

Adam nodded ferociously.� Purring gently, she fell to all fours, her breasts hanging pendulously between her arms, swinging back and forth as she crawled like a cat up his body, finally settling down atop him, her breasts crushing into his chest, the only thing separating them the thin fabric of his shirt.� It only took him a fraction of a second to figure out what might feel better, the shirt coming off, tossed to the side.� Pressing against him, those eraser-sized nipples digging into his chest, the realization that this was the singular best evening of his life thus far didn�t take much thought.� Still, however, when she growled appreciatively and began sliding, bit by bit up and down along his chest, his curiosity was piqued.

�What�re you doing?�� His hands were busy trying to work her pajama bottoms and panties down at the same time.

�Oh� it just feels good�� She murmured, continuing to rub against him.� �My breasts feel so good now� I can cum just touching them�� She slowed to a stop, shuddering before glancing up at him with a smile.� �I�ll bet you like the idea of that.�

Once again, Adam nodded for all her was worth, quickly pushing her pajamas and panties the rest of the way off, tossing them to the floor, before holding both hands to her bare behind, pressing her even closer to him.� Still, she frowned slightly.

�Adam� I want to feel you touch me� really touch me.� Would it be okay if�?� The look on her face was kind, asking gently, only if he was alright with it.�

He realized, with a sigh that he was still wearing the batting gloves on his hands.� But, feeling her naked form against his, the thought of impending doom never registered, and he nodded, peeling away the Velcro and removing each of the gloves, wrapping his arms around her waist, smiling warmly.

�I think I really might�� He began.

�Shush.�� She interrupted him.� �Get sentimental later.� I want you horny, not romantic.�� Natalie chuckled, wriggling her hips against his, feeling his cock, trapped between their stomachs, slide back and forth.� Slowly, she leaned down, and pressed her lips to his, opening her mouth responsively as his tongue lashed against hers.

The sensation was, if anything, predictable in the way it came.� A tingle in his arms, followed by discharge upon contact with a woman, and the obvious results, be they physical or orgasmic.� Sure, there was the time with Cara, but even then, although there was little warning, it was still the same method.� It was probably the only predictable thing about the whole frustrating mess so far.� Still, somewhere, in the back of his head, Adam knew there were still probably surprises to be discovered, about him, about his new �powers� as everyone were calling them.� Still, this caught him by surprise.

Their kiss had started reasonably enough, a nice, elongated session of swapping spit as the pair continued the passionate French Kiss for well over a minute and a half before the tingle returned again.� Seemingly starting in the pit of his stomach, he could feel himself turn nauseous for a moment as the sensation spread downwards, to the very tips of his toes before racing back up his body.� All of this in but a second, the sensation rocking all of his very body.� His hands absolutely latched to her, unable to let go if he had wanted to, the kiss suddenly become all the more voracious.

Adam�s eyes shot wide open as this happened, scared.� And, looking at Natalie, he had reason.� A look of sheer shock was etched on her face.� Her breath caught, and she couldn�t seem to put together a single utterance as she began to violently shudder in his arms.� The wonder of whether the feeling was painful went away as she began grinding her hips against him.

Adam wasn�t so lost in her display not to know that nigh-on fifteen seconds had passed since the sensation had first announced itself, and he was silently relived to finally see Natalie exhale, taking another deep breath before scrunching up her face�

�OOHH GOD�. FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!�� She managed before beginning panting, shuddering again in his arms.

To be perfectly honest, Natalie was scared.� This was something she�d never even thought of, never even begun to consider.� A nuclear explosion of an orgasm was ripping through her body, the explosion�s core centered right in her pussy, waves flowing outwards with but every millisecond until she couldn�t tell if it was one long cum or many, many all linked together.� Her jaw clenched, then became slack, words eluding her very speech now, articulation was absolutely out of the question.� The few times she opened her eyes after squeezing them shut, her vision had turned to a tiny tunnel focused on Adam�s concerned face.� She tried to force a smile, but the sheer continual power prevented anything more than a simple grunt and moan, which she did, in great deal.� Days afterwards, she would wager that, at that point, she had actually had the biggest orgasm ever.�

Not personally being all that familiar with the female orgasm, Adam did want to dislodge his hands, if only to give her a chance at breathing normally again, to come off the crest as they passed what he was sure was the sixty-second mark.� Her pussy was absolutely pouring its fragrant juices out onto his cock, he could feel her hips become slick as she ground down against him, still waiting for that explosive bliss to finally ebb away.�

As if by force of will, she seemed to find her voice again, to finally fit actual, measurable breathing patterns in with the pleasure.

�Adam�. I can�t� stop� ooooooooghhh� I can�t�. awuuuuuuugh� I can�t stop cumming!�� She managed, collapsing upon his chest.

�Natalie!� Adam cried.� She felt entirely limp in his arms, her breathing shallow and light.� It seemed, as he yelled, the sensation drained out of him, disappearing with a last little pulse before completely fading into nothingness.� Quickly, he began to try and sit up.

In-between Natalie�s reaction and the surging sensation, Adam�s brain had for the most part, lost all focus on his surroundings.� If it wasn�t about Natalie�s orgasm or the sensation, he didn�t care.� So now, when he sat up, all the sensors in his body began to operate again, all sending the same message to his brain.

There was something extremely large and heavy pressed against his chest.� Something very large.

Adam didn�t need to look to realize what was happening there.� However, he could feel his cock become achingly hard once more, his mind caught between concern, fear and a libido that was demanding that the rest of the evening be spent making this girl scream over, and over, and over, until she quite literally begged him to stop, and them making her pussy convulse and clench in orgasm again.�

Gently, he trailed his hands along her spine, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath, feeling particularly thankful he hadn�t managed to accidentally kill the poor girl. However, even the very action of stretching his arms around her took work now, his arms encountering flesh on either side of her chest that certainly wasn�t his.�

�You must be kidding me.�� He sighed, stifling a small chuckle, gently beginning to massage at the nape of Natalie�s neck.� �Nat?� You there?� You feeling okay?�

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and she shivered in his arms once more as her cunt sent one more wave through her body.� Blushing slightly, she took a deep breath, wiping some of the accumulated sweat from her forehead.

�Wow� did I just do that?�� She murmured, resting her head against Adam�s chest.� She felt absolutely wiped out, like every bit of energy in her body had gone to her molten core, making every second of that cum last like an eon.�

Adam nodded, and she giggled before furrowing her brow.

�Uhm� Adam?�

Adam let a long blast of air out through his lips.� �Yeah.�

Natalie braced her arms against the bed, beginning to push herself up.� Truly, looking down was a sight to behold.�

She may have had big tits before, but now� lord look at her!� By the time she had pushed herself to arms length away from Adam, her nipples were just barely not touching his chest.� Slowly, she leaned back until she was sitting on his hips, goggling at herself.

�Oh wow�� She gently worked her arms beneath her new bust.

Perhaps she did throw caution to the wind a little too quickly but she really couldn�t do anything about it now.� The mammaries jutting forth from her chest were the size of beachballs, so large and round that they touched together without her having to put in any help.� And how large and round they were!� The same creamy tan complexion of her skin, she honestly couldn�t even begin to field a guess as to how huge they were now.� Running her hands along the sides, she could tell that no t-shirt she owned would possibly cover these!� They actually bulged out to the sides of her rib cage, people standing behind her could see her tits now!�

Cupping her hands under each one, she could swear she could still feel her skin stretching, feel them still growing to their new, obscene size.� And even still, no stretch marks, barely any crisscrossed vein marks taking away from their natural beauty� even at their corpulent size, she had to admit they were quite stunning.� Lifting one, which ended up taking two hands, she let it drop back down to her chest, causing it to smack into the other as it wobbled, sending ripples through both as they undulated for a few seconds before coming to a stop.�

Sliding her hands around their new expanse, her fingers slid across new aureola and nipples that were nearly an inch long.� Thick and fat to boot, she gasped aloud as her fingers found them, gritting her teeth and grinding against Adam�s hips as she felt a new wave of pleasure crash over her.� Taking a deep breath, she looked down at herself, honestly a little shocked.� Sure, she�d gotten bigger, but even more sensitive?� She was beginning to wonder if the slightest cool winter breeze would launch her into a thunderous orgasm at this point.

In thinking, she could help but give a small grin.� She had always wanted to be a little bigger up top, nothing horrible, but this, this!� She�d had a dream, ages ago about becoming a Tit-Queen, a beast of a woman, able to make men erupt in their pants from as much as a deep breath and a slow shake of her shoulders, sending monstrous breasts quivering.� Admittedly, at the time, it was a dream, but she was beginning to wonder, if she stuck around with Adam� if this happened again, could she end up looking like the woman in that dream, the version of her with breasts that defied logic?

Adam tried not to stare.� He really, honestly did.� But she was huge.� Larger than any woman he�d ever personally seen.� Hell, he would�ve wagered that she could go tit-to-tit with just about anyone alive today!� To see them, so round, so well formed, so firm!� Even with their girth they seemed as full and supple as much smaller B�s.� God, they were absolutely beautiful!� How could someone possibly say no� no, how could he possibly say no to these?�

If she�s not afraid of them, she�s got me.� Adam thought, still stunned.� Lock, stock and barrel, she�s got me.� I�ll never want for another woman anywhere, ever, but this one.

Adam had to force his jaw to work, but, in time, it finally did begin to flex again.

�Nat?� Are you okay?�� He asked in a whisper.

For a long moment, she gazed down at herself, before leaning back down to press a long, passionate kiss to his lips.�

�You,� She smiled as she pulled away.� �Will be the death of me.�

�So you�re not scared?� Or angry?� Not even displeased?�

Natalie tilted her head to one side.� �Adam, I won�t lie to you.� I like women who are� �busty�.� I mean, I�m not a lesbian or something� but, even I appreciate that there�s a certain aesthetic appeal to women with a large bosom.�� She leaned back, gazing down at herself again before giving her shoulders a massive shake, watching as the breasts actually seemed to be working on a full-second delay with her torso.� By the time she had re-centered herself, they were still finishing their movement.� �Quite honestly� I think I look pretty hot.�

�But��

�Do you think I�m hot?�� Natalie grinned impishly, reaching her arms behind her head to strike a perfect model�s pose, lifting some of her hair up, pouting her lips and jutting our her chest even further as she did so.

Adam felt his jaw go slack.

�Well good.� She said, letting her arms fall.� �You think so, and I think so.� And I don�t care what anyone else says.�� She kissed him again, pressing those gigantic pillows into his chest once more.� Adam felt like he was a hairsbreadth away from cumming each time she did so.� �Because I know I�ve fallen for you Adam.�

She stayed lying on his chest this time, wrapping her arm around his shoulder, cooing gently into his ear.� �I don�t really believe in love at first sight� �lust� sure but� when I�m with you I�m happy.� I mean, I�m really, really happy.� You�re not like anyone else I�ve ever met, and I cannot think of anyone I want to be with more.� I love you Adam, I know it.�

He could feel his heart swelling in his chest.� This definitely was the woman for him.� She was now that she was used to his powers, but even without, he would�ve done everything in his power to be with her.� There was noone else.�

�I� I love you too Natalie.�� Adam smiled.� For a long moment, the two lay together on her bed, simply enjoying the sensations shared.�

All things together, Adam still felt like this was all a dream of some sort.� How could he, a boy whose luck had been �mediocre� at best throughout his life, suddenly find a dreamgirl, be imbued with powers that allow him to make her into his most raw, sexual fantasy, and still have her love him?� He hadn�t done enough good things in his short life for this to be Karma.

Natalie shifted in his arms, sliding slight to his side, one breast now pillowing against the side of his rib cage, the other laying heavily atop his chest.� �You know� there�s an quote I remember.� �Love is an agreement on behalf of two people��

�To overestimate each other.�� Adam finished.� �Emil Cioran, if I remember correctly.�� He chuckled.� �It always made me chuckle to hear that.�

�Do you believe it?�

Adam shook his head.� �Yes and no.� It�s partially accurate, but it�s a blanket statement, and it doesn�t cover all the intricacies of people.�� He kissed her forehead, poking the breast that lay on his chest.� �Anyway, I don�t think anyone could possibly �overestimate� those.�

She laughed aloud, patting the side of her breast.� �You like em� Adam?�

�If you couldn�t tell from my staring, I�m fucking enthralled.�

�Well, warn me before you make them any bigger next time.� I don�t think I can take a shower properly anymore.�

Adam snorted, laughing.� �Yeah, I don�t think much water will be hitting your stomach.�

She flashed a bright red.� �That� and other� reasons.�

�Other reasons?�

Natalie nodded, propping her head up on her elbow.� �Yes.� Ever since this happened in the first place� my breasts are just so sensitive.� I mean, really, really, sensitive.� In a good way.�� She sighed when Adam furrowed his brow in exasperation.� �I mean, I�m pretty sure just pinching them will make me cum.� I mean, it was hard enough the first time, I couldn�t even take a shower without fingering myself.�

Mentally, Adam noted that he would absolutely have to try and imagine this some lonely night when she wasn�t around.�

�I mean, with Molly around�� Her eyes shot open for a moment, before she bured her head in his chest, sighing.� �Oh god� Molly!� She�s going to freak when she sees me like this.�� A small smile played across her lips.� �I wonder if she�ll be jealous?�

�You�re going to get a lot of catcalls to be sure.� Adam noted.� �I mean, you know how people will react.�

Natalie rolled her eyes, pressing a finger into Adam�s chest.� �What did I say before?� I don�t care about them.� I care about us.�

He nodded, holding his hand up to glance at it.� �Either way, I�ve got to get this under control.�

She nodded.� �Yes.� I don�t need you getting into any trouble.�� She paused to give a wry smirk.� �Or giving yourself an army of big-boobed girls.� You�re mine and mine alone.�

Adam gave her a salute.� �Yes ma�am.�

Swinging her leg back over his body, she straddled his hips.� She knew, even throughout all this time talking, her pussy was still wet, and she placed it right along the length of Adam�s cock, letting him feel her wet heat begin to slide up and down its length as she began to move her hips.� The sensation from that, coupled with her nipples rubbing against her chest as her breasts began to gently bounce� she could feel the explosion building again already.

�I have one more order for you soldier.� She said breathily, coming to a stop.�

She took a deep breath.� She�d been wanting to say this for so long�

�I want you� to fuck me.�� Natalie finished.

Adam wanted to pinch himself, to be shaken awake.� This felt too much like the dream he�d had a few nights ago, like she would disappear in a haze as he pulled himself from sleep, once again staring at his pillow, wondering what might have been.� But this� if this was all a dream, he didn�t want it to ever, ever end.� He�d rather be comatose than lose Natalie.

Natalie lifted her hips, reaching between them to caress a hand over her dripping pussy, purring like a cat as she did so.� Her fingers, now slick with her juices, reached down to grab at his dick, pulling it upright, smiling as she began to position it right at the entrance to her love canal.

My god Adam, �She thought.� I can barely keep my hips from shaking I want this so bad.� I want you to fuck me so hard� hell, I�ll fuck the shit out of you if you don�t!

Adam knew the sensation of a pussy wrapped around his probing fingers, how warm it was, how it tasted, he wasn�t a complete greenhorn.� But, as his cock touched the very outer lips of her pussy, his hips jerked from the sheer sensation.� She was so wet, so hot� he didn�t care about his gloves, the sensation, or any worldly worries.� Dear heaven, he was finally going to have sex, with this woman of all women.� Somewhere, in the back of his head, he could feel rational thought taking a backseat to pure lust.�

Natalie jerked her hips upwards as his hips jerked, smiling and wiping at the beads of sweat that had begun to form on her forehead.�

�Let me.�� She cooed.

Gently, slowly, pressing his hips down into the mattress, she began to lower her hips, centimeter by centimeter.� The sheer anticipation was nearly overwhelming, she could feel her nipples simply aching from how hard and swollen they were, as if all of her need was trying to escape through them.� Seeing the look of sheer concentration on his face, Adam�s hands reached up, cupping the underside of each breast.� His level of awe increased when he found that, to truly be able to pleasure and manipulate each breast, he most certainly would�ve needed to use both hands, as titflesh overflowed his hands.� Still, gently, he squeezed, sinking his fingers in listening to her hiss in approval.

�Oh yes� just like that.�� Her pussylips touched the tip of his cock again before she gave her hips a gentle bounce, enveloping just the head of his cock. They gasped aloud at the same time, Adam�s fingers sinking even deeper into her breasts.�

�Oh, holy shit.�� Neither of them would remember afterwards exactly who had said it, but it might as well have been both.� For a full minute they stayed like that, Adam hoping he would have the stamina to pleasure her, Natalie fighting back the waves of orgasm that threatened to take over her body again.� She didn�t want to cum until she had all of him inside of her, but, between his massaging her hypersensitive breasts and the absolutely gorgeous sensations he was creating inside of her pussy... she groaned under her breath.� It was turning into a losing battle.

Adam gritted his teeth for a moment, feeling his cock become stiffer than it had ever been before in his life.� She was so tight, so warm, so inviting!� Even locked in this position, he could feel the walls of her pussy already beginning to clench over and over again, as if trying to drag his cock inside of her.� In some sort of deranged way, he felt as if he was in a competition now, and he was determined to show her he didn�t need any special powers to make her cum hard.� His hands began sliding across the expanse of flesh towards her nipples�

As, at the same moment, Natalie finally sucked in a deep breath and thrust her hips down, burying him inside of him to the hilt.� A fraction of a second later, Adam�s fingers caught her nipples, pinching and tugging gently.

For a moment, Natalie could�ve sworn she didn�t feel anything, and she opened her eyes to look down at him in confusion.

And then her dam broke.

�Oh god AAAAAAAAADDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!�� She suddenly let loose with a screeching banshee�s call as her body absolutely detonated in orgasm, her hips bucking back, forwards, up, down, in every direction possible as cum after cum thrashed through her.� She barely had enough time to catch her breath after one before the next came.� His cock felt so good inside of her, his hands felt so wonderful, everything felt so good.� A momentary catch of breath turned into another keening cry.� She would go hoarse at this rate.

The sensation wasn�t there, at least, not that he knew of, so whatever was pushing her to this extreme he didn�t know about.� But what an extreme it was.� Everyone in the hall must�ve been able to hear her, if not everybody in the dorm!� As her body began thrashing, his hands dug into her breasts, hanging on for dear life and the pendulous udders began bouncing wildly as she pounded her way through one cum after another.� He wanted to do something to help her, to add his own hands to her pleasure, but she was far too far gone.� Her pussy would slip upwards, but he wouldn�t have the time to move his hips to push into her before her hips came back crashing down, her pussy twitching, quivering, sucking , pulling, trying to milk him of the monster cum that he could feel building up in his genitals.�

�Adam... OH ADAM, AAAAAAUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!�� Natalie could barely manage the words, her voice feverish at best.� Her mind lost to the pleasure, and she could feel her arms bracing themselves against his chest, her hips beginning to pump up and down at an obscene rate.� Her mouth began to open slack, but her eyes stayed focused on Adam, burning pits of passion boring into his.�

Natalie�s hips were nearly a blur upon his cock.� Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined something like this happening. �And with each impact she seemed to drive him deeper inside of herself, her hips smacking wetly against his, her pussy absolutely pouring out her juices now.� He hadn�t been able to hang onto her breasts, and her massive tits simply couldn�t keep up the pace, and now wobbled without control.� Clasping one in his hand, he pulled the engorged nipple to his mouth, sucking as hard as he could.� He could feel the orgasm coming, his cock swelling inside of her in preparation.

�C� cum with me.�� Natalie�s voice pleaded, barely in a whisper.

Even so softly, the words were all the utterance Adam needed to hear.� He felt his hips surge upwards into her, the first ropes of semen blasting into her pussy.

The world went white for the both of them.� Adam couldn�t have remembered the details of what had happened later even if he had tried.� He assumed that she was screaming, that he was screaming his head off, and that he had had an orgasm like none before.

After thirty seconds of pure bliss, Natalie collapsed on top of him again, her hips still jerking and spasming occasionally, her breath in wavering pants.� She felt like jelly.� She didn�t think she could�ve moved if she wanted to.� Her pussy still clenched and milked at his cock with a mind all its own now, slowly coming to a stop as the last few aftershocks of the orgasm began to subside, bringing her down off the high.�

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, feeling her body raise and fall on his chest with each of his labored breath.� The both of them were covered in sweat, the pungent aroma of sex hanging heavily in the air.� Adam could feel their mixed juices slowly seeping out of her pussy.�

They lay like that for five minutes, until their breathing finally began to return to normal.� Adam finally found the strength to begin to pull out, only to feel her pussy clench around him, pulling him back in.

�Don�t.�� She whispered.� �Just leave it.�

He nodded.� �That was��

She shook her head, cutting him off.� �Don�t even try.�

Adam understood.� Why cheapen the experience with words that simply wouldn�t do the event justice?

Tilting his head, Adam kissed the top of hers.� �Then thank you.�

�Thank you?�

�For making me a man.�

Natalie only had the strength to lift her head a little bit to look at him.� �You were��

�A virgin, yeah.�

Natalie shook her head again.� �No, no, no way.� I�ve had sex before and� this just made that cum you gave me before look� god, I thought I was going to die or something.�

�I wish I could explain it.�

Natalie furrowed her brow.� �But everything you did� it all felt� god� so just�� She stopped, sighing.�

�And I�d do it again.� And again.� Forever.�� Adam smiled, pulling her hair away from her face.� She looked entirely flushed, but those chestnut eyes were just as striking as ever.� �This is it for me.� I mean, I know it.� I had more fun than ever before with you before and this�� He laughed.� ��Icing on the cake I guess.�

She chuckled.� �I�ll hold you to that.�

They sat in silence again for a long moment before Adam lifted his head again.

�Natalie� we didn�t have a condom�� He started.

�I�m on the pill.�� She smiled, patting his side.� �I don�t want to think about a family for a loooooong time.� Anyway, imagine my boobs filled with milk!� I�d be all tit!�

�Would that be so bad?�

The pat became a playful swat.� �You keep being a brat and I�ll never let you find out.�

The door knocked.� Both of them nearly jumped a full foot into the air.

�Are you two decent?� Or conscious?� Alive maybe?�� Cara�s voice trickled from the other side of the door.� �You know half of the damn state probably heard that.�

�What are you still doing here!?!?�� Adam yelled back.� Any more blood to his face, and, combined with the collection still in his groin, and his heart would stop.

�I had assumed that you two would make up and then we�d go out and have dinner or something.� I didn�t think it�d be instant �amateur porno� night in there right away.�

�So why�d you stay when you heard us?�

�Awe I guess� you must really be doing something right��

Adam glanced at Natalie, who looked like she didn�t know how embarrassed to be.

��so are you two decent?� Can I come in yet?� They could hear the handle twitch.� They hadn�t locked it!� Suddenly, Adam knew he owed Cara his thanks from keeping anyone from barging in on them.

�Give us a second!�� Natalie called out, disengaging from him and swinging her legs off the side of her bed.� She swung them for a moment, still unsure if they would hold her up.� Thankfully, they did, albeit not too well, and she began to wobble her way across the room, her breasts nearly pulling her down as she stumbled to the left.� Grunting, she folded her arms around her bust, looking to Adam with a exasperated sigh and a knowing smile.� Her arms barely managed to cover all of her new aureole, much less cover or even control the flesh that spilled out above and below.� She looked entirely comical, and, simultaneously, they both began laughing.�

�Does laugher mean you�re ready?� I�m getting bored out here!�� Cara called.

�Thirty seconds!�� Adam yelled back, catching his pants as Natalie threw them to him.� He pulled them on hastily, as Natalie did the same to her pajama bottoms.� Seeing Natalie struggle with her old t-shirt nearly elicited another laugh from Adam however.� The shirt, which had done an amiable job covering her old bust, had absolutely no shot at covering up these things.� They actually pushed the fabric out significantly, stretching it tight around her chest.� Her nipples still stood at full attention, seeming like they might burst right through the shirt.� Catching his glance, she shrugged.� That was the best thing she had left, quite simply.� For a moment, their looks lingered on one another�

God, I want to fuck him/her again. They thought, their genitals beginning to stir in anticipation.� But another exasperated knock from Cara quashed that.�

��Hel-Lo?!?�

�Allright, allright!� Adam said, scooping his own shirt off the floor, pulling it over the head.� �Come on in.�

For a moment, Natalie wondered if she could hide in the closet, the tinges of embarrassment of her bust creeping into her mind.� But, with a firm, flat No she pushed them away.� They were a symbol now, of her love for Adam, and she wouldn�t be embarrassed.� Not ever.

Still, she wanted the chance to surprise Cara, so she stood just out of what would be the girl�s range of view.

Tentatively, Cara opened the door, looking in slowly before crinkling her nose.� �Oh yes, you two had fun.�

�You quite done?�� Adam grunted.

�About as much as you twHOLY HELL.�� Cara finished stepping into the room, Natalie finally coming into view.� Well, not Natalie per se, but Natalie�s breasts.� The rest of Natalie came into view once she turned her head.

Adam rubbed the back of his neck.� �Uh� yes, that��

Natalie walked to Adam�s side.� She couldn�t believe the amount of moving and jiggling the things did under her shirt, and with the fabric rubbing against her nipples, a rising urge to toss Adam down and ride him again began to build in the pit of her stomach.� Still, she smiled sweetly, raising up onto the balls of her feet and dropping back down for effect, which it certainly did give.�� Inwardly, she was laughing.� If she breathed too deeply this shirt was turning to tatters.

Cara blinked, shook her head, and then glared at Adam.� �I thought you were trying to get this under control!�

�I was!� I mean, I am�� Adam spluttered.

�It�s okay.�� Natalie said, stepping between them.� Cara couldn�t help but notice that she was only standing about three feet away from Adam, and, when Natalie stepped between them, she was only a little over a foot away from the tips of her nipples.� �It�s fine.� Adam didn�t do anything to me that I wasn�t okay with.�

Cara glanced at her face, then at her breasts.� �Are you sure?� His powers didn�t turn you into some nympho-slut?�

Natalie blushed at that.� �No, no, I assure you, I only want Adam.� This�� She gestured to her bosom.� �Is part of that, I guess.� Anyway, I owe you a thank you.�

�For?�

�For bringing him back to me, and for bringing me to my senses.�� Natalie smiled, looking back at Adam.�

These kids are really in it deep.� Cara mused.� Good for them.� Still though, JESUS.

�So how about I treat us to dinner?�� Natalie smiled.

�Oh no, no way, not yet.� Not until we can find you some real clothes.�� Adam chided.� �I�m happy you�re okay with it, but I�m not going to share every last inch of you with all the other guys on the planet yet.�

She elbowed him playfully.� �Fine, take-out?�

�Order a pie for pickup?�� Adam asked.

�Why not.�� Cara shrugged, laughing.� �What other food cements a celebration in college than Pizza.�� She smiled at Natalie, pointing.� �We can all go if you can fit those into my car.�

�� *�� *

�No fucking way.�

Adam began to slump slightly in the booth, clasping his hands together underneath the table.� Damien continued staring at him.

�No fucking way.� You�re shitting me, you�re both shitting me.�� Damien still hadn�t touched the Mozzarella sticks he�d ordered as an appetizer.

�Yes, way.�� Katie sighed, shrugging out of her coat.� �Haven�t you noticed me recently?�

Damien gave a long look at Katie�s tank-top as she arched her back.� �Well, yeah, but I thought you were on the pill or retaining water or whatever the hell it is you chicks do.�

�You�re an absolute gem Damien.�

Damien gave one last look at her, before reaching over the table and grabbing hold of Adam�s sleeve, pulling his hand out from underneath the table and placing on the top.� �So you�re telling me this thing�� He touched Adam�s batting-glove clad hand.� �Can make a woman cum, and make her tits bigger?� Just does it?�

�That�s about the size of it.�� Adam sighed.� He�d dreaded telling Damien about this, if only because Damien would probably want him to go on a world tour and turn half the globe into D-cups.� Adam had Natalie now, and she was enough of a spectacle, he didn�t need to join her, or outshine her.�

He smiled, thumbing the cellphone in his pocket.� He wanted to call her again, just to see how she was doing.

�Does it� work on� men?�� Damien asked tentatively.� The question hung in the air.� They all knew what he was talking about.

�Not that I figure.�� Adam finally said.� �I�ve touched women, and I�ve touched men.� Only the women have had this reaction.� I mean, maybe it does, but I�m not going to go around finding out.�

Damien leaned back into the cushions of the booth, his hands at his temples.� �Man� my best friend is a Mutant from the comic books.� I can�t believe this, I can�t believe this.� I can�t believe you haven�t done this more!�

�I�m not looking to be a public freak of nature.� Private�s fine for me.�

�Oh come on.� You�ve got to do someone.� For me, do someone here, our waitress, anyone!� I�ve got to see this in action.�� Damien pleaded.

�No, I�m not assaulting some poor woman.�

�Assault?� It�s not assault, it�s a gift.� I�ll bet you half the women in here right now would love to have bigger tits and an orgasm!�

�Absolutely not.�

Katie poked Adam, stifling a laugh.� �Like you wouldn�t love to.�

�That�s beside the point.�� Adam said, exasperated.� �I�m not doing it to anyone without express, written consent or something like that.�

�But�� Damien continued.

�NO.� Adam said flatly.�

For a few long seconds, they sat in silence.� The idea was, however, running rampant in Adam�s head.� Sure, maybe if some woman in here did agree to such a thing but� who would?� And anyway, why would he want to do this in public?� Keeping this under wraps was of paramount importance.

As if there are any �wraps� in Natalie�s size.� He thought, laughing.

�Then do me.�

Adam knew he heard the words, but he still stared at Katie as if someone else surely must�ve said them.� �Are you kidding?�

�No.� Well, not really.� Well, I mean, maybe a little.� A little.� Maybe a half-cup.�

�Why in the hell would you want this?� Adam asked incredulously. ��I already did it once.�

�Well�� Katie waved her hand infront of her face, trying to coax out the right words.� �I figured that I wanted real breasts.� Not halfway.� So gimme something a little larger� so I can really fill out my clothes.�

�You�re kidding.�

�The lady said to do it!�� Damien nearly crowed, slapping Adam�s shoulder.� Adam could�ve sworn he was already drooling.

And, to be perfectly honest, inside he was drooling as well.� Sure, he had an overwhelming love for large breasts but, other parts of the female form were quite attractive and Katie� well, he wanted to leave those erotic fantasies dormant, of her sliding herself back upon his cock, pushing him deep inside of her, wiggling her hips suggestively, begging him to stick his cock in�

Adam shook his head hard.� �Allright, you want it?� Fine.� But I�m telling you right now, I don�t think I have much, if any control over this at all.�

She nodded at Damien, who had his eyes fixed intently on her chest.� �That�s why he�s here.� If I get bigger than� say a C, he separates us.�

�It�s not that easy��

�Oh live a fucking little Adam.�� Katie chided.� �If I�m willing to take the risk, shouldn�t you be?�

�� *�� *

�� Wow.� Look at me, just freaking look at me.

�� Natalie looked at topless form in the mirror again.� No, �looked� was the wrong word. She was admiring herself now.� It was a sensation like no other.� She felt like the most womanly woman on campus, like the embodiment of sex and sexuality.� And all because of these new, huge glands that sat atop her chest.� To a certain extent, she felt proud, turning away from the mirror and glancing behind her, happy that she could still see her huge breasts, even from behind.

�� Turning back, she giggled as they wobbled to and fro; one colliding into another and causing a rippling bobble in the other breast.� It was almost like she had gravity balls on her chest, although she was quite happy to say these stopped moving of their own volition.�

�� She really was a sight to behold.� The breasts seemed to be the perfect mix of firmness and pliability, perking up straight, jiggling and moving when they were supposed to, capped off by the saucer-sized aureole and thick, fat nipples.� Smooth and supple all around, each inch of skin creamy and warm, inviting.� If she was a man, she would�ve wanted to fuck her too.� In all honestly, they actually completely blocked any view of her lower torso and were so large as to force her to fold her arms over them rather than being able to squish them to her chest.

�� She tried just that, for the third time that day, and was met with the same result.� She could barely grab her wrists and encircle her tits with her arms, so much was their girth.� She couldn�t do it without slightly squishing them anyway, breast flesh pushing upwards, nearly into her chin as she attempted.�

�� Natalie hadn�t left her dorm since Adam had left, and, as far as she was concerned, for good reason.� Not because of her new figure, far from it.� Because she didn�t have any clothes that came anywhere close to properly fitting.� As much as Natalie liked her new bosom, being a walking Hooters girl wasn�t very high on her list of things to do, although, she figured she could make a killing there now if she so felt like it.�

�� She smiled again, cupping a hand underneath each breast and lifting.� It took a bit of coordination and strength to do so, which made her wonder all the more about the extent of what Adam had done to her.� The massive mammaries had weight, for certain, one that she felt now when she jumped, jogged, or did anything that got them moving, up to and including waving. But other than that, physically, they�d been a breeze!� Sure, she�d begun learning to readjust her posture for certain tasks, and cooking was going to become a very interesting proposition, but she could to ten toe touches without as much as a twinge in her spine.� It felt like, even at this bloated size, they were perfectly suited to her.

�� They were, at least, perfectly tuned to her pussy.� The past two days had been filled with intermittent orgasms as she marveled at how sensitive her breasts and especially her nipples had become.� It would only take a few minutes of determined caressing or a few timely pinches to her nipples to send her into a body-shaking orgasm that left her knees weak.� On a lark, she�d taken a ice cube out of the minifridge and applied it to each nipple, watching as both distended to nearly an inch and a half in length before the sensation sent her into a riotous cum.�

�� And then, at the back of her head was the simple, nagging question.

�� Could they possibly go any bigger than this?

�� She�d done a little web-surfing in her downtime and had gone pouring through pages and pages of pictures of the big-bust stars in the adult industry.� She knew for a fact that she had to have been larger than many of them, but could she be the biggest?� Could Adam make her that way?� What would life be like?� What would they look like?� What would sex be like?

�� The thought of Adam sent her into a slow, smiling daydream.� Her feelings for him felt so strong, so right, so pure� and yet, at the same time, whenever he entered her mind, and he did, frequently, she could feel her pussy begin to moisten, her nipples start to harden.� She wanted to see him again, to express her love and desire for him again, and to fuck him again.� Natalie smiled inwardly.� He�d love it.

�� I�m back!�

�� Molly�s voice sounded from the common area, the door closing behind her.�

�� I went out and got what you asked for.� Some shirts from the �Big and Tall� store, Tape measure, and a ruler.�� Molly continued, placing a few shopping bags down on the floor before gazing at her friend.� �God, I just can�t believe that�s really you.� You should have snapped in two by now, you know that right?�

�� Natalie smirked, twisting her shoulders, her boobs shimmying and bouncing with the effort.� �I�m not complaining.�

�� I can see that.�� Molly said, removing the tape measure from the bag.� �C�mon Boobarella, let�s see just how big you actually are.�

�� Natalie hadn�t even tried to hide the changes from Molly, there was no way she could�ve done it.� And, despite her initial disbelief, Molly took it rather well, although, given the sudden nature of Natalie�s change, she�d shown a healthy level of curiosity in Adam�s abilities and motives.� They�d had a long talk over Chinese the night before, and Natalie had done her well best to convince her that she wasn�t brainwashed or being otherwise coerced into this particular �lifestyle change�, as they were calling it.

�� They both laughed as Molly approached with the Tape Measure.�

�� You sure that�ll be big enough?�� Natalie asked.

�� If it�s not, we�ll just send Madame Durand a picture.�� Molly smirked.

�� Madame Durand� was the name of a proprietor of a lingerie shop in England, where they sold brassieres and various lingerie for very, very, very busty ladies.� Natalie had been lucky enough to find the site on the Internet, and, althought he pricing was a bit steep, it was worth it if she wanted to come anywhere close to normal every now and then.� But, before she could place an order, she needed to have her new measurements taken.

�� Arms up!� Molly announced, standing behind Natalie.� Natalie obeyed, her breast lifting and jiggling slightly with the sudden movement.

�� For the love of�� Molly huffed.� Even pulled up slightly, Molly had to work her hands underneath some flesh to get to the very point where the underneath of her breast and chest fused, before beginning to wrap the tape around her back.� �There.� 34 inches, just like normal.�

�� That tape is freaking freezing.�� Natalie fought the urge to shiver, and blushed slightly, watching her nipples begin to harden again.

�� Okay� now we measure at the fullest part of the bust.�� Molly began to try and reach around Natalie�s huge tits from behind, and found herself sorely lacking.� She huffed again, and stretched, and still came up well short.

�� You must be kidding.�� She sighed, moving around to the front.� From there, with Natalie�s breasts just below eye-level, Molly had to admit indeed, that they were wonders to be seen.� Not a stretch mark, nothing but smooth, creamy skin, and a vast expanse that would put any two women put together to shame.� Her eyes lingered.� She could�ve fit her whole head inside of Natalie�s cleavage, and there still would�ve been room to spare.�

�� Natalie cleared her throat to break the silence.� Seeing her friend staring at her like that� there was an unmistakable hint of lust in her eyes�

�� Molly, if you wanted to suck my nipples right now, I wouldn�t protest.� God, they ache so much, they�re so hard!� I may need a few minutes in the bathroom to myself after this.

�� Molly shook her head slightly before holding out the tape, pressing it just beneath the engorged nipples.� �Hold it in place here.�

�� Natalie did as she was told as Molly walked around to Natalie�s back again, making sure the tape was at the right tether before announcing the second measurement.

�� Sixty inches.� Sixty.� Damn.� Inches.�� Molly said flatly.

�� Natalie did the numbers in her head quickly.� Sixty minus thirty-four equals� twenty-six!� Twenty six inches!� That was a two-foot difference!

�� Are you sure?�� Natalie asked.

�� Tape measure doesn�t lie.�� Molly said, holding up the measure for her friend to see.� �I mean, I�m no math major so I�m not going to speculate on circumference or anything, other to say that �huge� is probably appropriate.�

�� God, two whole feet!�

�� And change.�

�� Natalie stuck her arms out infront of her, holding them up, parallel to her breasts.� The tips of her nipples reached more than halfway down her forearms.

�� Wow.�� She murmured.

�� I�ll say.� I think you�d be a� I don�t even know what cup size you�d be.�

�� That�s probably the reason why �Madame Durand� only uses bust measurements.�

�� Well, you�ve definetly got the biggest tits on campus.�

�� I know.�� Natalie said, smiling brightly.� �I wish I could get something to show them off, just a little.�

�� I thought you didn�t want to be walking around with your tits hanging out.�� Molly chuckled.� �Not that there�s about any way for you not to be doing that.�

�� Not like a tube top�� Natalie said, mentally noting that bit of apparel for sometime when she wanted to torture Adam.� �Just something a little sexy.�

�� You mean you intend on going out in public?�

�� Natalie pursed her lips.� �Of course.� I told you already, I�m concerned with Adam.� I don�t expect anyone else to understand, so I don�t care.�

�� Molly squinted at her hard.� �Either you�re more in love than I�ve seen anyone before, or he really did brainwash you.�

�� Natalie swatted her friend, making her breasts sway hypnotizingly with the motion again.� �There�s no brainwashing.� Something physical, maybe��

�� Molly raised her eyebrows.� �Physical?� Oh, do tell.�

�� I couldn�t��

�� Molly poked one of the breasts with her index finger.� �Are you actually going to sit here and tell me, after all the sex stories I�ve shared with you, and with you here, now, topless with tits like beach balls, that you�re too embarrassed?�

�� Natalie sighed, exasperated.� �Fine.� I mean, I�m not sure what it is� but when I was with Adam� it was really, really good.� I mean, even afterwards, when I was near him, it was like just being near me, just looking at me he was really turning me on.� Like just being near him I start to get a little wet.�

�� And I�ll assume he feels the same way?�

�� The way he�s been staring at these.�� She managed to heft both breasts by crossing her arms underneath their girth and lifting.� �I�d say he�ll never look for another woman.�

�� Big words.�

�� He likes big tits.�� Natalie furrowed her brow for a moment, chuckling.� �No, that�s not even right.� He feels about big tits like you feel about big dicks.�

�� Molly rolled her eyes.� �Yeah, like you feel about being a sub.� Like we�re the only ones with sexual fixes here.�

�� Hey!�� Natalie said, blushing hot.� She did have a lot of fantasies, but that was pretty well at the top of her list.

�� So when do you see him again?�� Molly said, reaching into the shopping bag and tossing her one of the XXXXL shirts.

�� Soon.� Tomorrow I hope.� I�m going to call him tonight.�� Natalie sighed happily, seeing the shirt drape so easily over her mountainous breasts.� They still were so large as to push out the material greatly, but, on the upside, at least now she was covered.� Still though, her nipples ached with the begging need for manipulation�

�� Well, the shirt helps some�� Molly said, gazing at her.� �But those nips point out from here to next week.�

�� Natalie swallowed for a moment, and took a deep breath.� If her breasts were going to cause this kind of reaction in her, she was going to have to be extremely careful.�

�� I figure I�ll make do.�� She said, feeling the urge ebb from the front to the back of her mind.

�� *�� *

�� And you swear to absolve me of any responsibility?�

�� I swear.�

�� What do you swear on?�

�� I swear on the fact that you�re being a colossal vagina-mouth wuss, now please.�� Katie extended her arm.� �Before we�re all 90.�

�� Adam rolled his eyes, glancing over at Damien, who was already leering at Katie�s chest.�

�� Fine.�� He conceded, stripping the batting glove off his hand, extending his arm slowly.� Very, very gently, he placed the tips of his fingers on the back of her hand, gently pressing more until his palm was flush against her hand.

�� Concentrate.� He thought, furrowing his brow.� Concentrate.� Just a little.� Don�t do to Katie what you did to Natalie.� Just concentrate.

�� Taking a deep breath, he honed his vision in on Katie�s breasts, thinking as hard as he could about just making them a little bigger.� Noticeably, but nothing huge, nothing ridiculous.

�� I�m not feeling anything here.�� Katie mentioned, wiggling her fingers underneath him.� �Nothing anywhere.�

�� Well give me a second and let me try!�� Adam snapped, redoubling his efforts.� If he just thought about it, visualized it happening, maybe he could begin to get it under control.

�� The picture in his mind�s eye formed, crystal-clear.� He could see Katie�s breasts growing larger, completely under his control of size, shape, sensitivity, everything.� He felt like a builder, a designer, creating his own part of the female form, morphing it to his own desires and demands.� It was all under his control, and he could manipulate it however he saw fit.

�� Well I�ll be damned.�� Damien whispered from beside him.

�� The feeling was back in his arm, but not like the pins and needles sensation before.� Now it was more flowing, a sensation of an electric current running through his arm, gently, slowly coursing into Katie�s hand, rippling and crackling as it went, but still entirely within his power.� If he thought of slowing it, it slowed, if he thought of accelerating it, it accelerated.� Complete power, and it was his.� It was quite a rush.

�� Katie�s body was reacting just as he was instructing it to, as her breasts quivered for a moment before suddenly pushing outwards, a small jump at first, and then a slow swell, gradually increasing in size, their swells becoming more prominent against the fabric of Katie�s t-shirt.�

�� Adam surprised himself with what he did next.� He pulled away, entirely of his own volition.� He didn�t have to yank, to tug, simply to cut off the current, to think about stopping, and it stopped, and he could remove himself. This, ladies and gentlemen, was real, serious progress.�

�� Katie�s breasts had finished their swelling, now noticeably larger than they were when they entered, and she already tugged at her brassiere uncomfortably, looking down at her new assets, which were bulging out of her bra.

�� Oh Jesus I said a little you douche!�� She cried, half-teasingly, cupping her hands underneath her breasts.� �I just got this bra a week ago and it�s too small now!�

�� I�ll be damned, I�ll be god-damned.�� Damien was still having a bit of hard time comprehending what he had just seen.� �I mean, damn! �You just made her tits bigger!� Just by touching her!�

�� Bigger and a little less pleased.�� Katie grunted, mashing her new flesh mounds together for a moment, before letting them fall back into place.� She could actually swivel her shoulders and watch her breasts jiggle from side to side now, a feeling she would�ve never thought she would experience short of pregnancy three months ago.�

�� Hey!�� Damien exclaimed.� �Why didn�t she have an orgasm?� You said you gave women orgasms, remember?�

�� I didn�t want her to.�� Adam said flatly, still gazing at his hand, flexing and unflexing it.� He had concentrated, really, really concentrated on it, and he�d gotten it under control.� Surely, he didn�t have it completely under control, and it would take training, but the feeling of relief that swept over him now was gloriously refreshing.� If he could control it, he wouldn�t have to be so wary around every woman he ever met, he could work it to his whims�

�� Make it do what I want� when I want.� Adam�s mind was racing with the possible mischief he could wreak now.� If he could learn the discipline he needed� the number of sexual fantasies he thought were just that, fantasies that he could fulfill� it was absolutely staggering.� It took him a moment to catch Katie staring at him.

�� You didn�t want to?�� She asked, raising an eyebrow.� �You mean you�ve got this under control now?�

�� Adam shrugged.� �Maybe, all I know is that just now, yeah, I made it do what I wanted it to.�

�� So can you make them go back down?�

�� Another shrug from Adam.� �I can try.�

�� He wasn�t tentative in the slightest now, wrapping his hand around her wrist and concentrating once more, focusing as hard as he could.� But, for all of his mental work, he couldn�t, or at least wouldn�t let himself piece together an image of breasts becoming smaller.� He held her hand for a full minute before releasing her with a sigh.

�� I think you�re stuck with those.�� He broke a small smile.

�� I should�ve never volunteered for this.�� Katie sighed.� �I don�t have enough money for a new bra and I�ll die if I have to wear this thing for a month with these.�

�� If it helps, you look abso-fucking-lutely hot now.�� Damien noted.

�� Why thank you.� Katie grinned wryly, flipping him off.

�� You oughtta see Natalie�� Adam spoke without thinking, and immediately clamped his hand over his mouth, but too late, the words had escaped.

�� What did you do to her Adam Tinson?�� Katie furrowed her brow.�

�� I made her a little bigger.�

�� How much bigger?�

�� A bit.�

�� Like a cantaloupe?�

�� Adam shook his head.

�� Like a honeydew melon?�

�� Ahh� no.�� Adam was blushing at this point.

�� Oh come on now!� What, like a watermelon?�

�� Adam twiddled his thumbs, looking down at the table with a grin that was part sheepish embarrassment and part crowing pride that the woman in question liked him.� �Ah� maybe.� Maybe a little larger than that.�

�� LARGER THAN A WATERMELON?!?�� People at other tables actually turned to look at Katie now, wondering what all the commotion was.

�� I think.�

�� Is she dead?�

�� No, she�s just fine.�

�� Is she angry?�

�� No, or if she is she�s hiding it excessively well.�

�� Katie slumped backwards in her seat, sighing exasperatedly.� �You, Adam, are a dangerous man.� A wonderful, blessed, dangerous, dangerous man.�

�� There was a long silence.

�� Wait, wait, wait�� Damien finally piped up.� �She�s how big?�

End of Part One.