VENUS
by Chimerian
The sun was dipping low in the sky over the harbor and it shone with an amber glow across the facade of the waterfront shops.
"The stores are going to be closing soon and you still haven't found anything that you think is good enough for your boyfriend." Jan complained as they hurried down the row of specialty shops."
Valerie sighed with exasperation. "I know, I know. But you know how Dave is. He's an artist. And he has very particular tastes."
"Why don't you just buy him an ordinary birthday present like a shirt or something and be done with it?"
"No, I don't dare buy him clothes, that's always a bad idea. He's funny about what he wears, its an artist thing." Valerie replied as she stared into the display windows searchingly. "I'd rather find him something for his apartment. An imported piece of furniture or a exotic looking box or an African tribal mask or something. Something to give his artistic analytical mind something to ponder and dwell on for a while. He'd like that."
"I don't see why you ever had to fall for an artist anyway, they always prove to be weird in some way." Jan quipped. "Look at the kind of paintings he does. He's always painting nudes of skinny, scrawny women. They look even more anorexic than you do."
"I am not anorexic," Valerie insisted, giving Jan a dirty look. "I'm just small boned. Besides, Dave likes my body just the way it is.
"Yeah, right. The way it is now. That's just my point. Since I've known you, you've lost more than fifteen pounds just to suit your boyfriend's tastes, and I think that's weird."
"Hmph," Valerie responded, trying to ignore Jan's criticisms. "Lets check out this place, it looks interesting."
Pushing open the heavy door the two girls entered a cluttered and musty smelling import shop. They paused for a moment as their eyes grew accustomed to the dim light. The shop had shipping crates stacked about as display tables, holding an assortment of primitively carved elephants, Buddhas, rhinos and many other oddly shaped animals. The walls were filled with shelves loaded with bowls, boxes, and knick-knacks, and from the ceiling hung a brightly colored array of tribal masks and other artifacts from around the world. The shop definitely had an eclectic collection of objects ranging from Eskimo to African, Oriental to Australian and everything in between.
The two girls stood in awe as they gazed around them. "This place is weird," Jan finally said. Valerie nodded in agreement. "I'm sure you'll find something here to give to your goofy boyfriend."
"Be wit' ya in a minute," A woman's voice with a thick Caribbean accent called from the back of the store. "You look around, find something ya like."
As Jan searched through an assortment of jewelry, Valerie browsed her way around the store. There were many things that she thought Dave might like but nothing really jumped out at her as being really all that different and unique.
"Anythin' you looking for, we got it," a stocky old black woman said as she emerged from the back room carrying a large cardboard box. "Even things you not looking for, we got that too," she added with a laugh. "We jus' get a shipment from South America, Mexico, and who knows where. Dis man I know, he go down twice a year and always bring back lotta good stuff."
Valerie watched with amusement as this strange old woman busied herself, unpacking various Inca and Aztec designed terra cotta and wooden statues, and arranging them on the display shelves.
"Are these originals or reproductions," Valerie asked, examining an interesting statue of a naked man playing a flute.
"Oh, yes, they be all originals. Some of them made by Montezuma himself," the old woman said with a slightly sarcastic chuckle.
"I'm sure they certainly are," Valerie said with a dubious tone as she turned the figurine over to reveal the engraved words "Hecho en Mexico."
"Do you have any amethyst earrings?" Jan called to the lady from across the store.
"I got more amethyst than Brazil, little lady. I show you what I got," the woman replied, scurrying off to tend to her request.
While the woman was helping Jan, Valerie peeked into the box she had been unpacking to see what other treasures it might contain. In the bottom of the box there was one smaller package, wrapped a little differently than the other items. Picking it up, Valerie peeled away the brown paper to reveal a small blue stained wooden figurine.
Valerie stood for a long moment staring at what she held in her hand. It was very different than any of the other artifacts she had seen in the shop. It was an idol in the shape of a female form with greatly exaggerated features. It had a full belly, a rounded ass and enormous breasts. Valerie knew immediately that this would be the ideal gift for Dave. It's almost ridiculous look was so contrary to the kind of woman that he liked to paint, it would certainly provide much analytical fuel for his intellectual artistic mind. But strangely as Valerie stared at the object she began to get an odd feeling of deja vu, like something she had seen somewhere before.
"Find something you like?" The old woman said, startling Valerie out of her thoughts.
"Oh, yes. I have. I found exactly what I want." Valerie said carefully handing the artifact to the woman. "I'll take it."
Pushing her glasses up on her nose, the old woman looked at the idol with a bit of a surprised expression. "Where did you find this piece? I don't remember it coming in."
Valerie gestured toward the box sheepishly.
"Hmmm," the old woman mumbled as she studied the object closely. "Like no juju I ever seen." she finally said. "But it do got mighty strange juju. Might be more trouble than you want. I'm not so sure I should sell it to you."
"Oh, but I must have it." Valerie insisted. "I'll give you fifty dollars for it"
The woman looked her in the eye with one raised eyebrow. "I don' know... it may be worth much more..."
"I'll give you a hundred." Valerie said pulling two fifties out of her purse and offering it to the woman.
The woman scratched her chin in thought for a moment. "Sold," she finally said. "Maybe you do need this juju more than you know." She added with a peculiar smile as she stuffed the money into her bra.
In no time at all Valerie had her treasure carefully packaged and she and Jan were in the car heading home.
"I can't believe you paid a hundred bucks for that awful looking thing," Jan said as she drove. "It looks like a statue of a circus fat lady."
"Don't be so silly, it's primitive art. Probably some sort of fertility idol or something," Valerie explained. "I'm sure I've seen something like it before in a book someplace."
"Give me a call tomorrow and let me know what weird Dave thinks of your wonderful gift," Jan said with a chuckle as she dropped Valerie off at her apartment.
"Oh, I wont be seeing him until the weekend. He wants to be left alone for a few days to allow his creativity to flow undistracted. He's got a show opening the weekend after and he wants to finish several more paintings before then. Why don't you come with me to the opening? It'll be fun."
"Sounds like a plan. You pick me up this time okay?
Valerie nodded and bidding Jan good-bye, she hurried inside out of the evening chill.
Unwrapping her treasure, she placed it on her living room table and pouring herself a glass of wine, she searched the textbooks on her bookshelf as she sipped it, trying to think of where she had seen the idol before. Locating her old art history book she perused through the primitive art section and found what she was looking for, an illustration of a paleolithic fertility idol that very much resembled the one she had just purchased. "Venus of Willendorf" the caption read.
"Venus," Valerie said to herself ponderingly as she picked up the idol and studied its features more closely. It was intricately carved from a very dense wood and its features were permeated with a dark blue stain. It had an incense kind of scent to it that was flowery smelling, almost like a jasmine.
The wine was starting to make Valerie feel a bit lightheaded. As she continued to stare at the idol she found herself wondering about its origins and began to daydream about what the primitive culture must have been like that would revere such a goddess as this "Venus." Images played across her mind of a beautiful voluptuous woman reclining on a bed of tropical flowers, being tended by the people of her tribe who would pamper, feed, and nurture her; a loving tribe of people whose sense of beauty and sexuality was far different than that of our modern society. Valerie envisioned that they revered and worshipped the woman as their earth mother, the bearer of children, the giver of life, the one whose massive breasts could breast feed and nourish an entire village.
Suddenly the empty wine glass slipped from Valerie's fingers on to her lap, snapping her out of her daydream. Valerie rubbed her eyes and stretched. "Whew, that wine sure went straight to my head, that's what I get for drinking on an empty stomach. I should eat something."
As she looked in the freezer for one of her usual Thin Cuisine microwave dinners, she paused for a moment. The thought of eating another one of those paltry portions right now just didn't appeal to her. She didn't really want to even think about her diet at the moment and so she grabbed one of the frozen lasagnas that she kept on hand for when guests came over.
Later in the evening after finishing the last few bites of the lasagna that should have served six, she went to bed to sleep off the full but satisfied feeling that filled her belly. "I'll go back on my diet tomorrow, going off it once in a while can't hurt anything."
As Valerie lay in bed drifting to sleep she eyed the "Venus" that she had placed on the table in her room. The moonlight that streamed through the window cast an eerie glow on its blue surface. Valerie began to dream. She dreamed of a time many many years ago when the world was primitive. A time when people lived by their instincts and indulged their animal drives. She dreamed she was in a tropical rain forest, in a little village, and it felt warm and pleasant.
Valerie opened her eyes and looked about her. She was reclining on soft bedding in a small thatched hut with streams of sunlight filtering through palm fronds that covered overhead. Birds were chirping and the smell of tropical flowers filled the air. "What a wonderful dream," she thought to herself. But there was something else that felt very strange and yet rather pleasant. Her body felt different. Placing her hands on her breasts she was startled to find that there was something very large on her chest, something that strangely felt to be a part of her. Valerie's eyes widened as she looked down at her body, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Where she once had a small, pert, and perky pair of tits, she now has two enormously large and swollen breasts. Sliding her now pudgy hands and fleshy arms across their surface she marveled at the sensations of such a vast expanse of skin.
As Valerie examined herself she was amazed to find that her entire body was swollen to an immense fullness. Her hips were wide, her buttocks big and round and her thighs full and soft. As she tried to stand up, she found the extra effort of putting the fleshy fullness of her new body in motion was a very strange, though not at all unpleasant endeavor.
Valerie knew she was dreaming. She didn't know why or how she was having such a lucid and vivid dream but the sensations she was feeling were strange and wonderful and she was going to go with the flow of things as long as the dream lasted. As she moved, her entire body undulated and quivered. With each step that she took her massive breasts bobbed and swayed.
Valerie moved about, exploring the dreamy surroundings. In a swirling vision she saw many people bowing before her, worshipping her. Servants were bringing her food and attending to her every need. She could see the old medicine man of the tribe busy carving five small statues with enormous breasts and swollen bodies, five small idols that were shaped just like her. Valerie realized now that she had become the goddess that these people worshipped. She had become their "Venus". She watched as the old withered medicine man placed handfuls of mushrooms and herbs into a bubbling blue potion that brewed in a pot over a fire. One by one he would dip each of the idols into the mixture until they were deeply saturated with the blue stain. The old man told her that the potion carried its magic to all who would behold the idol so that their tribe's love and devotion to the Earth Mother would never fade away.
The swirling visions of the dream began to fade. Reclining back on the soft bedding, she caressed her body, enjoying the sensations as long as she could before the dream should end. She hugged her breasts and squeezed her huge nipples, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body and down to her groin. She crossed her legs and clenched her fleshy thighs together building a pressure in her pudgy muff that stimulated her clitoris to shuddering orgasm.
Valerie lay panting. Her body was moist with sweat. She opened her eyes to see the morning sunlight streaming through her bedroom window and glistening off the blue surface of the "Venus" that stood on the table across the room. The pillow that she was hugging and had gripped between her legs was wet with her sexual juices. "What a dream," Valerie said to herself. "What an amazing, incredible dream."
As Valerie slowly climbed out of bed she placed her hands on her body and felt her bony ribs, her slender waist and her narrow hips. The full and fleshy sensations of her dream were disappointingly gone. Valerie felt strange. She didn't quite know what to make of the dream. Was it just the fabrication of her own imagination, the product of the wine and eating a whole lasagna right before going to bed? Or did the "Venus" really have some kind of magical power like the old man in her dream had said. Valerie dismissed the thought, she didn't believe in magic, such things don't really happen.
Glancing at her clock, Valerie suddenly realized that she had overslept and was running late for work. Putting any thoughts of the "Venus" out of her head for the moment, she hurriedly showered, dressed and dashed out the door.
As Valerie sat at her desk that day she was finding it hard to keep her mind on her work. The images and sensations from her dream still kept rolling through her mind. She found herself placing her hand under her jacket, feeling her chest, wishing she could feel again that fleshy fullness once again.
At lunch time Valerie walked to the diner across the street and sat at a table by the window where she could watch the busy street. As she ate her usual salad she stared out the window and watched people walk by. She had never really paid much attention before, but now she was noticing how people were built, their body shapes, and how they moved. She watched a particularly busty woman walking down the street, and observed how her bosom seemed to move as if with a mind of its own, wobbling and shaking with each step she took. "How pleasant that must feel," Valerie thought, finding herself to be getting rather aroused at the thought.
"Will there be anything else?" the waitress said. Distracting her from her thoughts.
Valerie started to say "no" but paused for a moment. "I'll have a cheeseburger." The words came out of her mouth before she could even think about what she was saying. "And a chocolate shake."
As the waitress went to fill her order, Valerie sat asking herself, "why did I just do that? I really need to stay on my diet. I can't afford to put on a few pounds, Dave won't be pleased." But as she slid her hands over her bony hips she thought of her dream and the pleasant feelings that it brought to mind.
When Valerie returned from lunch she felt full and satisfied. She hadn't enjoyed a lunch like that in months. But still, the thought of facing Dave was making her feel a bit distraught over the prospect of possibly putting on a few pounds.
That evening as Valerie drove home she decided to reassert her self discipline and get back on her diet. By the time she would see Dave, she would have burned off the extra calories she had taken in over the last few days, and he wouldn't be the wiser. But as she paused for a red light near home, she spied the local pizza parlor and suddenly found herself turning into the parking lot. For the next ten minutes she sat in her car and waged war with herself over her diet. As she shortly after arrived at her apartment with a large double cheese combo pizza in hand, she wasn't sure if she had won or lost.
Valerie spent her evening in a baggy night shirt, sitting on the couch watching TV, and savoring every last delectable bite of her pizza. She wasn't even going to think about Dave tonight or what he might think. Tomorrow was another day, and she was perfectly content with putting it off until then. As she ambled off to bed her belly was full and her hunger was satisfied, and that was all that mattered right now.
Valerie was hoping she could dream again the same dream she did the night before. She lay naked in her bed staring at the Venus across the room in the dim moonlight, but it seemed her anticipation was making her restless and she just couldn't seem to drift off to sleep. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself back in the village, but the visions weren't coming. She felt her flat stomach and her small breasts and tried to imagine them bigger and fuller. As she lightly touched her nipples the stimulation made then erect and they seemed to swell. In fact it seemed that her breasts themselves were starting to swell as well. As she cupped her hands over her breasts she could feel soft flesh expanding against her palms like rising dough. Valerie gasped with excitement as she looked down at herself in the dim light to see her breasts actually growing and expanding. Sitting up and holding her breasts in her hands she watched and felt them continue to grow big and soft and full, the flesh seeming to flow over her outstretched fingers in a fleshy pink tide. They grew until they were so big that they were resting in her lap, her cleavage expanding before her long and deep like a canyon.
Valerie reached her arms around her massive breasts and hugged them close, bulging the two mounds of flesh upward. She leaned into her bosom and buried her face into her cleavage. The sensation of all that skin against her face was overwhelming. Squeezing her nipples, she stimulated herself until she again finally climaxed in delightful orgasm.
Valerie felt utterly content as she lay resting, using her massive breasts as pillows. Caressing their vast expanse of soft skin was supremely soothing.
The alarm clock buzzed and Valerie opened her eyes. The morning sun filtered dreamily through the curtains and onto her face. As she lay hugging her bed pillow, she then realized that again her erotic experience was nothing more than just another very vivid dream. She examined herself to find that her body seemed as slim and featureless as it ever was.
Though, as Valerie dressed for work she did notice that when she put on her panties they did seem a bit tight, the elastic binding slightly into the soft skin of her buttocks. Valerie studied herself in the mirror, her thighs and hips did seem to look ever so slightly fuller, and while she was a bit distressed at the prospect of putting on weight, she did like the sensation.
But upon putting on her bra, Valerie did notice a definite difference. Small soft mounds of pink flesh were bulging out of the top of her tiny a-cups. Valerie patted the area with her fingertips, feeling a bit surprised and pleased with its feel. "How nice it would be to actually have big full breasts," She said to herself. "I wish it were really possible."
With a sigh, Valerie finished dressing for work. She was planning to stop by Dave's studio apartment that evening to give him his birthday gift and to see how his painting was coming along. Carefully placing the Venus back into its box, she quickly gift wrapped it. As she headed out the door she grabbed her long overcoat, thinking that it would better conceal her body, making whatever weight she might have gained less noticeable to Dave.
As Valerie sat at her desk that day her mind wasn't so much on her work. She was thinking a lot about her relationship with Dave. For as critical as her friend Jan had been, she had to admit that in many ways she was right about him. Dave was too preoccupied with image, both his own and hers. Fashioning his art and his lifestyle to the trends and pressures of society had become too much of a priority with him. He was no longer the real sincere person she had met two years ago in college, he had become much more plastic than she cared for, and she was stressing too much over trying to meet his approval.
Valerie put her hands on her breasts and felt the slight amount of fullness she had gained, and it felt good. She didn't want to be pressured anymore to fit an image that wasn't her, just for the approval of others who really didn't really matter anyway. She wanted to be a natural woman, the woman she was meant to be. She wanted to have big full sensual breasts and wide womanly hips. "I wish my breasts would just keep growing bigger and bigger," she said to herself almost defiantly. "I want to have a big full proud bosom, and the hell with what anyone else in the world may think."
After mulling things over in her head all day, by the time she left work she was ready to call it quits with Dave. But as she drove to his apartment she thought also about how good things used to be in the beginning when they were back in school and he was a decent down to earth kind of guy, long before he got all caught up in the "artsy-fartsy" crowd.
As she knocked on the door of his apartment with her gift in hand, she wasn't sure anymore just what she was going to do. The truth of the matter was that she still loved him. And she really didn't want to leave him, but for her to be happy, something in their relationship had to change.
With a rattle of locks, the door abruptly opened and Dave stood there with an annoyed look on his face, paintbrush in hand. His hair was disheveled, his t-shirt stained with paint and a smudge of yellow ochre was streaked across his unshaven face.
"Oh shit," he finally said as he realized that he and Valerie had plans for the evening. "Jeez, I totally forgot about tonight," he said apologetically as Valerie, unsmiling, entered his apartment. "But..., I have been really busy, and I've thought about nothing else but painting and getting things done for the show next weekend."
Trying really hard to suppress her hurt feelings, she said nothing and just looked around the messy apartment that was his studio. Unfinished paintings were propped up everywhere and the place smelled of linseed oil and turpentine.
"Making any progress?" Valerie quipped as she looked around. "Looks like you got a lot to finish in the next week. "I guess you really don't need me wasting your time anyway."
"I've been having a hard time keeping my creative energies focused. Even the smallest of distractions seem to disrupt my concentration." He said trying to explain himself, but Valerie didn't really seem all that sympathetic to his problem. "So..., um..., what do you think of what I've done so far?"
Valerie walked around the room, looking at each of the paintings, trying to think of the right thing to say. She wanted to be supportive of his efforts, he truly did have a lot of artistic talent, but "damn" she thought to herself, she hated what he was painting. Each of the canvases bore the stylized images of women. They all looked tall, slender, and gaunt, their naked, featureless, flat chested, bodies were posed with mechanical precision, looking more robotic than human. The colors he used were a drab and lifeless, blend of yellows, blues, and steel grays.
"I don't quite understand, Dave." Valerie finally said. "Just what is it that you are trying to express? Why do you paint pictures of such hideously ugly women?"
Dave furrowed his brow. "They are not ugly, they are beautiful. They are the women of the new millennium. My art reflects life as it now is. We live in a new and changing technological age. A more cerebral and intellectual age that leaves the primitive concepts of beauty behind. My paintings are techno-erotic, they show the triumph of the mind over the body, the ultimate evolution of human sexuality into the technological future."
"They really are ugly." Valerie said shaking her head, unable to bite her tongue any longer. "They are images of empty, lifeless, mechanical, shallow, dried up, constipated, ectomorphic women. And they're just plain ugly. Where is the warmth and the sensuality in your paintings? Where is the love?" Valerie bit her lip as tears began to well up in her eyes. "If that's the way women have to be in your world, then I'm not so sure that there's any place for me in it." .
"I'm sorry you feel that way, but its the way I am." Dave said with a apologetic tone. "I cannot help but be me."
"Neither can I," She sobbed. "Neither can I." Valerie turned toward the door to leave, but realized that she was still holding in her hand Dave's birthday gift. "Happy birthday," she tearfully said, looking down at the floor as she handed the package to Dave."
As he took it from her hand she turned and headed out the door. "See you at the opening?" Dave called after her hopefully, not really knowing what else to say at that point.
Valerie paused and looked down in thought. She felt like she never wanted to see him again, but part of her still didn't want to give up. "Sure," she finally said. "See you at the opening."
Dave just stood staring at the door for while long after she left. He didn't know what to think. Perhaps he should just let go of her, she had no appreciation for his art anyway and she was definitely bringing him down. He looked at the package that he still held in his hand. He wasn't even going to bother to open it at first but decided "what the hell." As he unwrapped it and looked at the little blue idol, he just shook his head. "How primitive," he thought. "The primitive art of a long dead culture. And how distant it is from the way life is destined to be."
Dave stuck the idol on his bookshelf by his bed and gave it no further thought. With a heavy sigh he returned to his work and tried to concentrate. He had much to do in the next week and didn't appreciate the disruption of Valerie's emotional outburst. "Perhaps it is over between us," he thought as he picked up his brush. "Maybe it's for the best."
Trying to clear his head, Dave stood in front of a blank canvas, his brush poised, waiting for the inspiration to take the first stroke. But as he stood there he thought he sensed a slight scent in the air. He wasn't quite sure, but he believed it smelled somewhat like jasmine.On her way home, Valerie stopped again at the pizza place and bought not just one, but two extra large double cheese combo pizzas. She figured she was entitled to it after things went so badly with Dave. Actually, she felt rather good for having gotten a lot off her chest and expressing her true feelings about their relationship. But she was saddened at the thought that it could really be all over between them. He really was a very sweet guy before he got all too full of himself. Maybe there still was a chance for the two of them, but for now she wasn't going to worry about it, she was going to spend the week getting her own head straight and maybe talk things over with Dave when she saw him at the opening of his art show.
So again Valerie spent her evening in front of the TV, savoring every last tasty bite of her pizza. When she went to bed full and satisfied she thought about the Venus and was sorry she had given it to Dave. "He wouldn't appreciate it," she thought. "He just doesn't have the kind of imagination to fantasize about such things as I do." As she fell asleep, she played with her perky nipples hoping to again have the same erotic dream she had the night before.
It was saturday morning and Valerie awoke to the pleasant sound of birds chirping outside her window. As she lay there she felt a bit disappointed that she didn't really seem to have had any dreams at all, but as she placed her hands to her chest she was surprised to feel something unusual. Valerie sat up and looked down at herself in amazement. her breasts had swollen much bigger than they were the day before, in fact they were more that a handful, her puffy pink flesh bulged around her fingers as she cupped her hands over them. She knew that eating all that pizza was likely to make her put on a few pounds but she never expected that so much could be gained in her breasts in just one night.
Stepping onto the bathroom scale she wasn't surprised to find that she had put on a little more than ten pounds since the previous week. She was nearly back up to her college weight and she certainly didn't mind it a bit, though she did kind of wonder about her increase in breast size. Although she was scarcely more than a b-cup, she was now bigger than she ever was before and she entertained the thought that perhaps she might be going through a late blooming growth spurt, though she did think that at her age of twenty-two, it was kind of late to hope for any such thing.
Whatever was happening with her body, Valerie was feeling good. She was feeling liberated after her blowout with Dave and she was going to put him out of her mind for now and enjoy the weekend. Giving Jan a call, the girls decided to spend the day at the beach. For the first time ever Valerie was feeling like she actually had something to fill a bikini with.
Jan couldn't believe the change in Valerie since she had seen her just a few days before. "You are looking really hot, girl. I told you that Dave wasn't doing you any good. You're putting back on the weight you lost to please that jerk, and it looks like you're putting it back in all the right places."
The two girls spent part of that day basking on the beach, working on their tans, and the rest of the day at the mall, shopping and hitting most of the fast food restaurants that Valerie had been avoiding for so long. That evening Valerie stayed over at Jan's, and the two had a kick-back evening of girl talk, pizza, watching videos, and sharing a whole carton of cookie dough ice cream.
"It's good to finally see you loosen up and enjoy yourself," Jan said as they lay in bed that night. "I hadn't seen that side of you since college."
"I suppose you're right," Valerie replied thoughtfully. I don't really know what's come over me lately. Seems like over the last few days I've rediscovered a whole different side of myself, the real me that's been suppressed for way too long. I'm finally feeling like a whole, natural woman, and it feels good. I want to do what comes natural, do what feels good, and the hell with what anybody else thinks about it."
"Way to go girl," Jan replied wearily as she began drifting off to sleep, only half listening to Valerie's words. "You show 'em."
Long after Jan was sound asleep Valerie lay awake thinking. She wondered about what had come over her, and she wondered about the Venus. Did it really possess some kind of magic? Or were these changes in her life something that were destined to happen anyway. She wished she hadn't given the Venus to Dave. He wouldn't see the beauty in is the way she did. As Valerie drifted to sleep she felt her soft breasts. They were so pleasant and comforting, she hoped that her growth spurt wasn't over, it would be nice to wake up in the morning to find they had gotten even bigger.
It was the early morning sounds of Jan taking a shower and the nagging urge to pee that finally rousted Valerie out of bed. "G'morning," she groggily said to Jan, stumbling into the bathroom. As she relieved herself she yawned and rubbed her eyes trying to wake up. It wasn't until she had wiped away the steam and looked at herself in the mirror that she noticed that something was different. Valerie had sizable bulges under her tee shirt that weren't there the night before. As she slipped off her Tee shirt, Jan stepped out of the shower, and the two naked girls stood there in amazement looking at Valerie's chest in the mirror.
"My God, Val, Look at you! You got tits!" Jan exclaimed. "And big ones at that. Even bigger than mine." She added, looking down at her own bare breasts. "They have to be d-cups at least, maybe even double-d's."
Valerie cupped her hands under her new breasts and felt their fullness. "How can this be happening?" she said. "How could they grow so much in such a short time?
"It must have been that stupid no-fat, anorexic diet you've been on for so long. It retarded your body's natural development, and now that you're eating again, you're body's just been catching up," Jan explained, as if she really knew what she was talking about. "All you needed was a little good nutrition to get your hormones working again."
"But they're so big. And they feel so wonderfully full and soft." Valerie said, still marveling at their size. "Would you like to feel them?" Valerie found herself asking.
"Um... sure," Jan replied with a little hesitation, but she was definitely curious. Watching over Valerie's shoulder in the mirror, Jan put her arms around her from behind and cupped her hands under her breasts.
Valerie held her breath and closed her eyes as Jan gave them a gentle squeeze, she wasn't expecting her touch to feel so good.
"Wow," Jan whispered. "I... I've never felt another woman's breasts before." She said with an unsure tone. "They feel incredibly... nice."
The sensation made Valerie gasp and she turned around in Jan's arms to face her. As she did so their breasts touched, and both girls were surprised at the sensation. They both stood unsure of themselves. Both felt a little embarrassed, wanting to step away from each other, but at the same time they were finding themselves mutually aroused and didn't want to move.
Valerie leaned into Jan and her breasts pressed firmly into hers, their mounds of breast flesh bulging upward between them. Jan slid her hands down and grabbed Valerie's butt and pulled her close. The two girls simultaneously surrendered to the moment and their lips gently met. Unsure at first, they lightly kissed, but then passion took over and they kissed long and deep, their wet naked bodies in tight sensual embrace. At long last they parted in a moment of self awareness, both feeling a bit awkward and self conscious at their actions.
They spent the rest of that morning in bed with each other, touching and curiously exploring each others bodies, and talking about their feelings about what just transpired between them. Both mutually decided that such an interest in each other was indeed nothing more than curious exploration, and they weren't really interested in each other that way. Though, they agreed that a little such play once in a while might be fun. From that day on Valerie and Jan knew that their bonds of friendship were stronger than ever.
Later that day, after a few hours at the beach, they talked over a late lunch at an Italian restaurant.
"So you really think that my sudden development is just my body catching up from being undernourished for so long?" Valerie asked.
"That seems to make sense to me. I learned about all this stuff in my genetics class." Jan explained. "How you are developing now is probably how you were genetically intended to be."
"But my mom and my sis are both skinny and small breasted. Why would I be any different?" Valerie wondered. "But then, now that I think about it, my dad's mom was a rather big breasted woman. In fact she was rather huge."
"There you go, you must take after your dad's side of the family."
"Hmm... makes sense to me. So as long as I eat well I should keep developing into the woman I was meant to be, right?" Valerie said with a smile as she placed her hands on her breasts and gave them a confirming squeeze. "In that case maybe I'll order a second helping of the lasagna."
Both girls laughed. Valerie was feeling pretty good about herself. It didn't matter to her that she was putting on weight. She looked at things differently now, she was noticing the beauty of people now for who they are on the inside, not for the artificial plastic image they try to hide behind. The buxom voluptuous body she was now developing was the outer manifestation of her inner healthy and natural self, and she was quite happy with how she looked and felt.
After spending the rest of the day shopping, Valerie went home that evening with several new outfits in sizes that would accommodate her blossoming figure, as well as several new bras in progressively larger sizes, just in case. When Valerie went to bed that night and soothed herself to sleep caressing her ample breasts, she had positive expectations for the coming week. She could only imagine and dream about how her body might continue to develop if indeed it did at all.
But Valerie's body did continue to develop, even more than she could have imagined. Each morning that week when Valerie awoke, it was a time of delightful discovery as each day brought new changes in her physique. The triple-d bra she wore to work Monday morning was much too tight by the time she got home that evening. Tuesday morning she felt much more comfortable in a black satin g-cup bra that made her feel ever so sexy, and she wore to work a clingy low-cut knit dress that revealed a hint of cleavage and gracefully hugged her fuller rounder hips. The people at work were noticing the changes in her and commenting on how nice she was looking. But Valerie was especially enjoying the extra special attention she was getting from the men in her office.
Wednesday morning Valerie stepped on the scales to find she had gained all of twenty pounds, but what amazed her the most, as she inspected her body in the bedroom mirror, was that she didn't just merely gain weight, but she put on shape and curves and padding all so perfectly in all the right places. She did not appear at all to herself to be fat. Her legs were shapely, her hips full, her waist perfectly hourglass shaped, and her belly pleasantly soft but still flat, but most amazingly, her breasts had grown even larger, yet they were perfectly shaped and pleasantly pendulous. That day a lacy pink h-cup bra seemed to give her the best fit and support, but she wasn't destined to wear it for very long, as she still seemed be growing.
Saturday morning when Valerie awoke hugging her massive breasts and nuzzling her perky pink nipples she was pleasantly reassured that it was all not just another dream. The marvelous sensations of her wonderful new body were all very real and Valerie was exquisitely happy with herself.
But there was one thing which troubled her mind that morning. It was the day that she was to attend the opening of Dave's art show, and she didn't relish the thought of confronting him because she knew deep down inside that it was definitely all over between them. There would be no way that Dave could ever accept the new Valerie.
Valerie weighed herself to find that she had gained a total of thirty pounds, yet as she looked at herself in the mirror she saw herself to be the picture of voluptuous perfection. Her breasts were massive yet they still looked perfectly in proportion to her ample body. She put on her largest bra, a lacy white tricot j-cup bra only to find it was still a little bit on the small side, causing soft pleasant mounds to bulge slightly out of the top. Knowing that Dave would likely be shocked at her appearance anyway, she decided to hit him with the full effect and opted to put on her sexiest, most revealing dress, a clingy tropical print outfit that didn't leave much to the imagination.
When Valerie showed up at Jan's house to pick her up for the show, Jan nearly jumped out of her shoes at the sight of her.
"I don't believe it." Was all Jan could manage to say as she stood wide-eyed, admiring Valerie's new physique. "I don't see how anyone can put on a full thirty pounds in just ten days, and yet pack it all on as perfectly as you have. Something strange is definitely going on here. Maybe your hormones have gone haywire."
Valerie just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know what to tell you. You yourself said it was just a matter of nutrition and genetics. All I know is that I feel better than I've felt in a long time."
As the girls drove to the art show, the subject of discussion was Valerie and Dave's relationship, or rather the demise of it.
"There's no way it could ever work for you guys, especially not the way you are now." Jan commented. "You say he used to be a real nice guy, but not anymore, he's changed. He's chosen the kind of life that he wants and you, girl, just don't fit into it. You never really did, and you never will."
"I know you're right," Valerie admitted, "at least intellectually. But part of me just doesn't want to let him go. Deep down inside I still feel that he'll someday realize that this shallow lifestyle of his is not what he really wants. We may say good-bye to each other today but I think someday he will regret it, but by then it will be too late for either of us.
When the girls arrived at the City Art Center, things were pretty well underway, and there was already a fair crowd of the local art community's most sophisticated in attendance. As the girls entered the lobby, Valerie's provocative attire and exuberant voluptuousness certainly did draw a few stares and raise a few eyebrows, but she really didn't care. She was feeling more self confidant than she probably ever had, and she really didn't care what anyone of these snobs had to think about it. As Valerie followed the signs leading toward Dave's exhibit she wondered how things were going for him. For as ugly as she may have thought his art was, she knew he certainly did have the talent to impress at least those who shared his perspective on life.
When Valerie walked into the exhibit hall, she stopped in her tracks. As she looked around at the paintings that hung on the walls she realized that she must have made a wrong turn somewhere, as these painting were certainly not the work of Dave. But she stood almost mesmerized at the images that she did see. The paintings were bright and vivid, the colors lush and tropical. And the women in the paintings were breathtakingly beautiful. They were voluptuous, sensual and exotic. Valerie and Jan both stood transfixed at the graceful lines, the round contours, and the full bodied beauty of the women that graced every painting in the exhibit.
As she walked around looking at each of the paintings, Valerie was overwhelmed with a feeling of deja vu. The images on the walls were like something right out of her dream, the wonderful dream she had the night she brought home the "Venus".
Jan and Valerie both stopped and stared at one painting in particular as if stunned. There before them on the wall hung the striking image of a beautiful woman with wide hips, full thighs, flowing red hair, and massive breasts. A woman whose body and face was the exact image of Valerie herself.
"It looks just like me!" Valerie gasped in disbelief. "But how?"
"That's because it is you," came a familiar voice from behind.
Valerie spun around to find Dave standing behind her. She was confused and at a loss for words. "I... I don't understand... How can this be?"
"I painted you the way I visualized the real you to be." He said with a broad smile. "And as as I see from the look of you now, my vision bore true."
"These paintings are yours?" Valerie said with an incredulous tone. "What has happened? What on earth has come over you?"
"I can't really explain, nor do I really understand it myself. That evening after you left, I tried to concentrate on my work but my mind just couldn't focus, I couldn't seem to concentrate. I decided to lie down for a bit and take a short nap, just to clear my head. But then I had a most bizarre dream. A wonderful dream that was more like an enlightening vision. A vision that made me realize that everything that I had believed in was all wrong, and how empty and shallow my life has been. I realized then that you were right all along but I could never open my heart enough to really hear what you were trying to say. I awoke from that dream with an amazing inspiration and in a wonderful burst of creative energy I was able to put onto canvas these dream images which stayed so vivid in my mind.
Valerie just couldn't believe what Dave was saying. His words made her happier than she could have ever imagined. They embraced and kissed passionately and Valerie knew now that everything was right between them.
"You are a most incredibly beautiful woman," he whispered in her ear. "How could I have not seen it before. How could I have been so blind to the real, natural beauty that I was forcing you to suppress for so long."
Valerie then realized what it was that made this wonderful change in Dave. It was the "Venus". It really must have some kind of magic to it. What else could it be?
That night back at Dave's apartment, as the two lovers made passionate love like neither of them had ever known before, Valerie eyed the little blue idol that still sat upon his bookshelf. It really is a "Venus" she thought to herself. It really is a "goddess of love". As they drifted off to sleep that night with Dave's head nuzzled blissfully between Valerie's pillowy breasts, she gazed at the "Venus", its blue surface glowing in the dim moonlight that streamed through the window, and she wondered what the future had in store for the two of them. But whatever it was, she knew it was going to be wonderful.
The Venus had done its magic, and all was right in her life now. Perhaps she should pass the Venus on to someone else, and share the magic with others that they too might know the happiness that she and Dave had found.
"Hmm.., Valerie pondered, "I think I know what I'll be giving Jan for her birthday."
Seeing things?