The Amulet of Krogoth

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12:30 pm, Thursday, a girl named Sarah Miller, 24, sits on her couch in her apartment, hugging her legs. On the coffee table next to her is a box of half-eaten chocolate. Her eyes are puffy and red, as it is obvious she has been crying. For a few moments her cat rubs against her leg, as it sensed the emotional state his master was in, but he quickly moves on to chase a dust-bunnie around when he doesn't receive a reaction.

Perhaps further explanation is in order.

The night before Sarah broke up with her boyfriend, Peter. Rather, they mutually decided to split up. They were together for months, and really enjoyed their time together. Anyone who commented on their relationship thought they were a perfect couple. It was so obvious, they were glowing when they were together. They took things slow when they started, as they both came out of a series of bad relationships prior to that. They wanted to wait before they got physical, particularly because of how self-conscious Sarah was. The only blemish on her otherwise stunning good looks was her flat chest. Most of the women in her family were flat chested, so she long ago gave up the hope of a natural growth spurt. The only member of her immediate family who has a pair of breasts larger than a B cup was her sister, Sophia, but with her successful job she was able to afford implants.

Last night, Sarah and Peter finally decided to try and make their passions take physical form. However they never got past foreplay. Peter is, unfortunately for Sarah, a man with a powerful fetish for huge breasts. That's not to say he had originally thought Sarah wasn't flat-chested and only found out the night before, oh no. Peter had, all along, been trying to get over his fetish, control his desires so he could please Sarah anyway. She didn't have the perfect body for him, but she loved her despite that. But, as the night went on, it became painfully apparent that there was no way he could become erect with her. His mind was just too focused on large breasts, he was dependent on them. He tried, to be sure, but every attempt failed.

Peter's previous girlfriends were all women with ample breast size, but they were also very unpleasant people to be around. That's not to say all women with large breasts are unpleasant,, but it was just Peter's bad luck which led him to have the girlfriends he has had. The relationship before Sarah ended particularly badly, but that's a story for another day. When he hooked up with Sarah he had made the decision to try and put his fetish behind him, as he had finally found a girl he enjoyed being with. But his lust was too strong to be overcome by love, and when the moment came, he couldn't perform. And he knew exactly why.

His attempt to explain to Sarah didn't go over well. She was always self-conscious about her breasts, and even though Peter tried to explain the situation as easily as possible, she still took it as it being her fault. A brief argument ensued, after which she left in tears. That was nearly 12 hours beforehand.

Now she remains sitting on the couch, tears temporarily dried, watching the weather network. Because when people are depressed, there are precious few programs they default to watching, at least before the soap operas come on, anyway. Her mind certainly wasn't on the weather, though, but on the events of the night before. A great relationship was ruined, and while she was still mad at Peter, she was also mad at herself, and her body. She wished she could afford implants, like her sister. The previous night with Peter wasn't the first time she had wished this, as she has had a number of relationships, or attempted relationships, end as a result of her body. At least that's what the men had always said. In reality it was largely because they were insensitive jerks out for a good lay, but people rarely are truthful about these things, are they?

It is said that door-to-door salesmen are probably one of the worst annoyances one can have by owning a home. Sarah owns her own small house, rented rather but she is the current occupant. And as luck would have it, at 12:45pm just when she was thinking how she would love to have larger breasts, a salesman approached her door. Granted this had nothing to do with what was going through her mind at that moment, that's just silly. The salesman was on his way to her door anyway, the timing was merely a coincidence, especially when you consider what he eventually sells to her.

Sarah is snapped out of her internal depression when she hears a doorbell being rung. It never occurs to her until later that she doesn't HAVE a doorbell, as she's still a bit distraught. Groggy, she stands up and walks to the door, unconcerned by her appearance for the time being. She spent most of the morning in bed, and was lucky to have the day off from her job at a nearby museum. A fact which, by the way, has no further impact on this story whatsoever, but people for some reason like to know these things.

She opens the door and comes face to face with an impossibly bizarre man, dressed in a bright plaid suit, a lavender undershirt with a bright green tie, violet pants, and to top it off, a bright red hat with white feather sticking out of it. Were Sarah in a proper mind set she would have closed the door immediately, and possibly called the police, depending on what the man tried to do. However she was still a bit 'out of it' as you might say, and addressed the strange strange man.

"Can I help you?"

The man smiles broadly, almost too broadly. "Oh no Miss, it is I who am here to help you." He speaks with a slightly off-key British accent, which anyone from Britain would almost immediately tell as being faked. "I'm Sal Dogma, of Dogma's Magical Charms and Trinkets. Don't mind the name," he says waving his hand, dismissivly "My father had his last name legally changed when he started the business, wanted something with a unique name. Good man, a bit eccentric."

Sarah gapes for a moment, completely befuddled by the salesman's free divulgence of otherwise personal details. Finally she gets her thoughts in order and shakes her head "I'm sorry, 'Sal', but I'm not interested in any magical trinkets." Which was a bit of a lie, as she has always been quite interested in artifacts that people consider to be magical. She never believed them to actually BE magical, but she was interested nevertheless. At the moment, however, she feigns disinterest so she can once again be alone.

"Not even one which could help you with your current relationship problems?" Sal adds, exposing his almost sage-like knowledge of the secret details of her life a bit too quickly. Most people like Sal like to play around a bit beforehand before dropping something like that, but he likes to make things move quickly.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah asks, becoming more and more aware of what has been happening. Her depression fades and she once again becomes sharp. For a split second the realization that she never had a doorbell to begin with hits her, but before she can address the issue Sal speaks again.

"I mean this..." He says, shamelessly pointing a finger at Sarah's chest. "It's a pity, that an otherwise attractive girl like yourself has to deal with such unfortunate genetics."

Now Sarah is about ready to slam the door. She has no patience to deal with a man that knows far too much about her than he should. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about!" She lies. She knows perfectly well, but it's not something a girl would want to openly admit, even if it's to a strangely dressed, eccentric salesman.

"You can make yourself attractive to Peter, you know...." Sal continues, not at all finished revealing everything he knows about her. If it had come up Sal would have brought up Sarah's first boyfriend in high-school who left her for her next-door neighbor who was hit rather hard by puberty. But such details never had a chance to come up. With a quick motion with his hand, which Sarah never got to see fully, it was quite fast, he pulls out a small amulet from his pouch which Sarah only then realized he was carrying. "This is called the Amulet of Krogoth. Or, at least, that's what I think it's called. I have the unfortunate task of having to sort through all my father's old trinkets, and records, and he never was very good at bookkeeping. It may or may not be called the Amulet of Krogoth, but I am positive as to what it DOES."

"And what's that?" Sarah asks, finally becoming annoyed by the whole ridiculous exchange.

"It's simple! A person wears this amulet, and when a person whom a deep and passionate love is shared touches the amulet, the wearers body will transform to the will of the other. However it will only work if there exists true love, or else it's nothing more than a cheap little trinket." He grins, and looks at the amulet for a moment "I suppose it's not necessary that you WEAR it, just as long as your partner touches the jewel while the base is touching some part of you body. I've seen it work like that before."

"You've seen it?" Sarah asks, doubtful. "And yet you want to sell it?"

"Oh yes, yes. We have several dozen of these. It's hard to come across people who share a deep, passionate love for each other who, at the same time, desire something more of their partner's bodies. In fact you're the first person I've gotten to sell one to in about five years." Sal grins, seemingly genuinely happy that he has a chance to finally sell one.

"Sorry, but I don't intend on buying anything. Even if I believed it worked, I couldn't afford it." Sarah shakes her head, money is just too tight right now as it is.

"Ah, but I never told you the price yet..." Sal says, and adds. "Five dollars."

Sarah stares. "What?"

"We're not a profitable business, it's something my father insisted on. We do it for the sake of making people happy. It's our motto: 'A customer of Dogma's Magical Charms and Trinkets is always satisfied.' ...it's a bit cliche, I know. But, why not give it a shot? For five dollars this thing would be worth it even if it didn't work, and were made of plastic! At the very least if you're unsatisfied I'm sure you could pawn it for a nice sum of money."

Sarah pauses, she has five dollars in her pocket, it might be worth a shot. If, at least, to get rid of this salesman. The grin on Sal's face tells her that he already knows what she plans to do. She reaches into her pocket and produces the bill. "If I buy this, will you leave me alone?" She asks.

"Oh yes, by all means." Sal says, handing the amulet to her, and accepting the bill. "Ahh, bus fare home, excellent. Well my dear, it's been a pleasure. Have a nice day... and a wonderful evening." Sal chuckles, obviously finding something amusing that Sarah does not. He leaves her with the thought that he might have made all of that stuff up just for the sake of getting a bus ride home.

Closing the door, Sarah walks back to the couch and collapses. She lays the amulet on the coffee table and never thinks of it again until about 4:30 that evening, when she gets a surprise phone call...

***

"Sarah?" Comes Peter's voice on receiver. "Please, come over, I want to talk things out. I spent all day thinking it over, and I think we can make it work. I want to try, and I'll do whatever it takes."

Sarah is silent for a few minutes. For the rest of the day she had tried to keep her mind off of Peter, and the amulet she had bought. However now he was begging for her to return, to make it right however he could. She sighed. "I'll be right over."

Hanging up the phone she finally noticed the Amulet of Krogoth sitting isolated on the coffee table. She thinks it over, and places it around her neck before she leaves. It looks a little tacky, given how large it is, but it won't be noticed under her coat. She doesn't believe it will really work, but it can't hurt to take it with her. At the very least if it doesn't work there's a pawn shop on the route back home.

The drive to Peter's was uneventful, save for that she found herself getting increasingly anxious. Was it because they were going to try to mend the relationship? Or because she was starting to buy into the whole amulet thing? She didn't know, but as she pulled into the driveway of Peter's apartment she felt a brief moment of dread, which passed a split second later. She shook it off and walked to the door. She was all smiles when Peter let her in.

"I'm so glad you came..." He says. "I've been a wreck all day, I think we made a huge mistake last night by jumping the gun, and I really want to try again. I really think we can make it work..." He starts rambling, Sarah just sits back and listen to him try to express his thoughts with about the same amount of coherence that any man has trying to explain something sensitive to a girl. "I can't help how I feel, I don't know, I've always been attracted to large breasts. I don't know how it started, or why it's so hard for me to.. do anything without that stimulation, but I can work through it! I'll get counseling if I have to, I'll even undergo hypnosis if I must..." Now he's just getting desperate." "Just... can we try it again?"

In a way, Sarah was touched. Or at least, as touched as a girl could be while a man explained to her, in not so graceful terms, that he really really didn't find her sexually attractive, but he was going to try as hard as he could to force himself to. But, she could understand what he was getting at. Silently, she took off her coat, and laid it on the chair. "What if you didn't have to?" She asks.

"What do you mean?"

"What if I just got bigger breasts? Would that make it work?" Sarah proposes.

"But, Sarah, you know you can't afford implants. Heck, even if we both put the money into it, it'll take forever to save--"

Sarah stops him mid-sentence "No, I know that. But what if, I could just.. 'get' bigger breasts. Hypothetically, would that work?"

"Well..." Peter pauses. Was she playing with him? Setting him up? He didn't know. But Peter is a guy who is honest to a fault. "Maybe... yes. If you could get bigger breasts that would certainly do the trick. But.. how?"

She walks up to him, and places his hand on her chest. He doesn't even register that she rests his hand on an unfamiliar amulet, he just blinks in surprise."What would be..." She starts. "Your ideal breast size for me to have? What is the Sarah of your dreams?"

He pauses for a moment, like he is obviously thinking about it. However during those moments there's no change whatsoever. Not even a twitch. 'What a crock...' she thinks, briefly embarrassed to be even attempting this. Finally Peter speaks again. "It's you," He says "just you. I wouldn't imagine you any other way..." His words betray his passions, however, and Sarah is well aware of this.

"No, seriously! Just imagine me with a bigger breast size. Doesn't it.. turn you on?"

This time Peter closes his eyes, thinking about it for real. Another few moments go by and Sarah still feels nothing. She's about to give up on the entire attempt and take the amulet to the pawn shop when she feels a slight tingling in her chest. A numbness spreads across it. The same sort of numbness one feels when you sits the wrong way and your foot falls asleep. Sarah doesn't feel anything else for a moment, but Peter quickly pulls his hand a way as he certainly DOES. Suddenly feeling returns to Sarah's chest, much in the same way feeling returns to a sleeping limb, with sensitive pins and needles. Sarah looks down wide-eyed. Her breasts were growing, slowly at first, but growing nevertheless. In a moment or two they became C cups, stretching beyond the confines of her A-sized bra.

Peter stares, gaping. For a man with a large-breast fetish to see a women's breasts balloon in size was incredibly arousing, to say the least.

Sarah's shirt becomes incredibly tight as her breasts finally stop growing at around a triple-D cup. She's then hit with entirely new sensations, not least of all the weight of them. They're a lot heavier than she ever would have expected! She'll certainly have to ask him to take them down a size, particularly with how tight her tiny bra feels now.

For a moment they're both at a loss for words, before Peter finally speaks. "What.. what happened to you?" He asks in a tone that suggests he cares a bit more about the outcome than the catalyst.

Sarah smiles, and fingers the amulet. Finally becoming a believer in Sal's sale's pitch. "Would you believe me if I told you this amulet was magical?"

"..no. But looking at what just happen I can't think of any way to deny it.." Peter says, dumbfounded.

"Well, that's what it is..." She says, walking up to him until her new breasts come in contact with torso. She wraps her arms around her neck and looks up into her eyes, coyly "When there's two people who love each other, and one of them wears the amulet and the other one touches it, the wearer's body will transform to whatever the other was thinking about." She pushes in on him slightly, squeezing her breasts between the two of them.

"A-anything?" He stammers, in total disbelief and excitement.

"Apparently so..." She says.

Perhaps it was the result of years of torment over her chest size now finally gone, perhaps it was due to the sudden growth, and hormones which were released, or perhaps it was because she never anticipated how sensitive Peter fantasied her breasts would be, but she was feeling incredibly horny. She places her hand on Peter's cheek and smiles "Want test my new breasts out?"

***

Peter wasted no time in carrying her to his bedroom. For a brief moment he notices the difference in weight as he carries her in his arms, but it doesn't stay on his mind for long as he places her on his bed, and they both strip.

After last night's failure they were both more than ready to give it another shot, and make it work this time.

Now Peter got his first real look at Sarah's new breasts. The triple-D sized breasts looked even larger on Sarah's skinny, 5'5" frame (a fact not yet mentioned in the story until now, because until now her height never made much of a difference), he had to mentally smack himself to stop staring, and get to work.

He climbs into bed next to her, and begins caressing and rubbing her new breasts. She moans with ecstasy, as he did indeed fantasize that they would be very very sensitive. But just stimulation by breast alone wasn't enough to give her release, and after a few minutes of breast-rubbing foreplay she starts to moan "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!"

Normally Sarah would resort to language like that, but in the case of her new arousal she found herself wanting his penis in her desperately.

Peter wasn't one to disagree.

He plunged his erect penis into her, and she shivered with delight. She closed her eyes and let herself be taken in by the moment. Briefly, she was incredibly happy, as she realized that now the most perfect relationship she has ever been in will work out. She let herself be taken in by a powerful orgasm, before something snaps her out of her ecstasy. She felt a tap on the amulet, which she neglected to take off.

Once again she felt a numbness in her breasts and she opened her eyes. "Peter? What are you doing?" She thought he was satisfied! Surely he doesn't need them to be any larger!

Peter smirks. "Just a little more, please! It's only temporary..." He says in between thrusts.

Sarah watches as her breasts start to balloon out much more. She stares, almost in disbelief, as they further doubled in size. Now they looked almost grotesquely large, especially when considering her small frame. Lying on her back she was shocked at the newfound weight on her chest, she almost had a hard time breathing, with two breasts virtually the size of ripe watermelons on her. Though they had gotten doubly more sensitive, she fought with her hormones to keep her head straight.

"P-Peter.. that's enough..." She stammers, as he continues to rub her new, sensitive tits. She can't help but moan in delight for a moment, but continues her protest.

For a moment she herself grabs her own breasts, to try and alleviate the weight on her chest. Peter, who was obviously not listening to her at this point, in a mad state of arousal, taps the amulet again, almost without thinking about it. "Take it easy... let me do all the work, baby."

Now Sarah felt a numbing tingle, not in her chest, but in her arms! At first she didn't know what he had in mind, but it dawned on her in a minute. She watched, horrified, as her arms shrunk and vanished into her shoulders. They were gone!

"What are you doing? Stop it!" She said, panicked. She now struggled, hopelessly, against the weight of her breasts. With no arms to assist her she could barely move as it was. This was going too far. She didn't like what he was doing. But he remained oblivious, somehow, and continued to massage her gigantic breasts, while thrusting in and out of her. If she still had arms she would slap him.

Though her orgasms were powerful, she snapped herself out of them long enough to try and put an end to it. "Stop it!" She shouts. "Stop it now!"

This almost seemed to snap Peter out of it, as he pauses for just a moment. Finally he taps the amulet again.

She was relieved for but a moment, before she realized that he wasn't setting her back to normal. "Quiet... I'm almost done." He says.

"Wha--Mmmmn!" She tries to say, before feeling a numbness in her mouth. She realizes, with horror, that her lips fused together. Or to be more precise, her lips vanished, and the skin that was left in place was as smooth as any part of her cheek. It was as if her mouth had been erased completely. Yet her jaw and tongue remained intact behind it.

"Mmmmnff!! Mmmn! Mmmf! Mmmmmnnf!!" She wails, ineffectively. Peter continues on his task, if anything more aroused by her struggles. She attempts to flail her legs, but they were in no position to hit him, and lacking any arms, she had no way to stop him from what he was doing.

"Ahh yeah... Peter shudders. Nearing his final climax.

Sarah's orgasms become more powerful as well, but she couldn't let herself enjoy it. Not with what he had done to her. She wanted to use the amulet to make their sex life work for him, not to become his little plaything! "Mmmmmmnff!" She moans again, her breathing becoming labored. Her heavy chest weighed strongly on her lungs, and now she only had her nose to breathe through.

Finally Peter cums into her, Sarah shudders with ecstasy, though she tried to suppress it. A few moments pass as Peter calms down, and wipes the sweat from his forehead.

"Mmmmmnfff!!" Sarah moans again, angrily, to remind him of what he just did.

Peter shakes his head and blinks at her, as if just realizing how far he had taken it. "Oh my.. Sarah, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." At first she hoped he would finally turn her back, but instead he chuckles. "You know, you're quite a sight, you should see yourself... let me find a mirror..."

"Mmmn!" She didn't want a mirror, and protested that as best she could.

However, as Peter climbed off of her to go to the bathroom to find one he tripped over his jeans which he carelessly threw next to the bed. Sarah watched as he fell over and hit his head off his dresser. "Mmmf!" She shouts, muffled, and tries to see what happened, but she can't muster the strength to lift her back up with those two enormous breasts without any arms to brace herself. Finally she shifts herself over to the edge of the bed, and sees Peter lying on the floor, with a cut on his forehead, bleeding slightly.

"Mmmmf! Mmmmn! Mnnnnnff!" She shouts at him to try to wake him, no good. 'Oh my God...' she thinks 'What if he's dead? He's the only one who can change me back, I'll be stuck like this forever!'

She struggles with her new weight, and tries to sit herself upright. "Mmmhmmhmmmmmf!!" She heaves, and tries to propel herself up, but her back just isn't strong enough. Some people would certainly find the sight of an armless, gagged, girl with gigantic breasts struggling to sit upright, but Sarah certainly wouldn't appreciate such people right now.

Finally, she works up enough strength to sit upward, rather quickly. However she failed to consider the momentum her new breasts had, and they kept going, taking her with them, and she fell right to the floor on top of them. Luckily they were so huge they easily supported her weight. "Mmmhmmmnnf!!!" She whines.

Her legs flail helplessly as her armless upper torso rests on her huge tits. She goes on another tirade of 'Mmmns!' and 'Mmmnnfs!' which would, if translated here, would consist of very very vulgar language and insulting terms to both Peter and Sal. I'll let you use your imagination.

She lays like that for about an hour. Lying face down, on top of her breasts (which were starting to get quite sore at this point), her legs occasionally flailing, and a few more desperate 'Mmnffs!!' coming from her muffled mouth. Finally, Peter groans.

"Ow.." He starts. And sits up. He rubs his eyes, tiredly, and tries to piece together in his mind what exactly happened to him. It merely takes one more annoyed 'Mmmmnf!' from Sarah to remind him.

"Oh my God, Sarah!" He says, shocked, "I'm so sorry! How long was I out?"

"Mmmm, Mmnf Mn Mnffm, Mnn Mmm Mmm MmmnffMf, Mmm Mmm Mmnff Mnmn Mmm Mmmnf, Mmm Mmmffn!!!" Is her reply, which essentially translates to "Oh, about an hour, I'd tell you myself, but you sealed over my mouth, you jackass!"

"I'm really sorry..." He says. And he is, truth be told. Peter merely lost himself in the height of arousal, as a lot of men tend to do, and the idea of doing whatever he wanted to a woman's body was too powerful to ignore. But now his mind is normal once again, save for a slight headache, and he realizes with horror just what he had done to her.

He wastes no time in tapping the amulet once again.

Sarah feels a prickling numbness across her entire body again. Slowly, but surely, she reverts to normal. Her breasts deflate, her arms grow back, and her lips return to their usual consistency. The first thing she does is take a deep gasping breath which she had been longing to do for awhile. The second thing she does is slaps him.

"Did you think that was funny?" She shouts, angrily. "What is wrong with you? 'Get a mirror' indeed, do you have any idea what could have happened if you died when you fell?" Her angry lecture is paused, for a moment, when she realizes that her breasts did not entirely return to normal, but instead stayed at the original triple-D size he first put them at. "...change me all the way back Peter, I'm not joking."

Peter is reluctant to do so, but given that its her body, and he doesn't want her even more upset with him, he complies and taps the amulet again. Her breasts deflate completely. She briefly sighs with relief, but nevertheless remains upset. "Peter, I..." She stands back, grateful to be able to stand on her own power again. "I don't think we should to this again, you took it too far..."

"Wait!" He says, standing as well. He doesn't want to lose that amulet, would any man? Though he was surprised at just how far he took it, he honestly believes he can control himself in the future. "Sarah, don't. I'm sorry, alright? I went too far, but I won't do it again, I swear!"

Sarah stares at him, not quite believing what he is saying. She knows he is a man who cannot easily bring himself to lie, but what woman in their right mind would trust a man that did.. that to her so quickly?

Almost sensing her hesitation, Peter adds. "You can use it on me!" He offers. "Take your aggression out on me however you want, to make up for it. Do whatever you want, I won't complain, no matter how humiliating." He swallows, he's heard some women talk about what they'd like to do to men out of revenge, and none of it was pretty, but he honestly does want to make it up to her, on top of keeping the amulet.

She pauses for a few moments, not sure what to do. Finally, she smiles, smirks rather, and says. "..alright. Here, put it on."

***

Peter pauses for only a moment, before placing the amulet on. He wasn't looking forward to this, but he felt he had to do what he could to get Sarah's trust back. Both for their relationship, and because he wanted to keep the amulet. He mentally berates himself for letting it go so far, but no use crying over split milk, as they say.

"Now then..." Sarah starts off, coyly, placing her finger under her lip. "Y'know, I never gave it much thought before, Peter, but you have a pretty nice body." Indeed he does. Not exactly ripped or anything, but he used to run the track in College. A healthy, athletic body that most girls would certainly find attractive. So obviously it's the first thing to go. She taps the amulet on his chest and he feels a tingle all over his body.

He looks down in surprise to watch his muscle-tone shrink away to almost nothing. His slight tan fades to a pasty white, and his limbs shrink as his height is reduced to about the same as Sarah's, 5'5". He now looked like a scrawny little nerd who could never get a girl in high-school. He sighed, and folded his boney arms. "Is that all you can do?" He says, almost goading her on. A minute later he wished he hadn't.

"Ooooh no, I can do more." She says, with an evil look in her eye. "You were once such a muscular guy, Peter, but now you almost look as scrawny as a girl. Let me fix that..." She taps the amulet again.

For a brief moment, Peter didn't know what she meant by fixing it. But the realization dawns on him as soon as he feels the tingle, which is everywhere in his body. He first grasps his stomach, where he feels an odd sensation internally in there. All of his remaining body hair vanishes from his limbs and chest, and his stubble disappears as well. He feels a brush against his cheek, and he watches long golden locks fall from his head. "What..?" He asks, and his hand shoots to his throat, his voice was now high-pitched and feminine. He felt contractions and vibrations all across his body. His stomach shrinks, his hips push out, and his posterior becomes round and soft. His limbs become slender and delicate, and his feet also shrink a few sizes, but this he barely notices. He looks at his hands and watches his nails quickly grow, and become strong and solid. He then feels a sensation in his most private areas, and the look on his face changes to horrible shock as his hand shoots down there to feel his penis one final time before it does a 360 and shoots inside his body, leaving behind a very sensitive vagina and clit. Finally, he feels a tingle in his breasts, and his hands dart up to cup them. They had hardly grown at all during all this, but now they were swelling rapidly. They go from an A cup to a triple-D cup in about a minute. As a guy with a large-breast fetish, he couldn't help but feel an odd mix of arousal and revulsion at watching that happen to himself. He had hoped that they would stop there, but no, his breasts continued to grow, until they reached the point he had left Sarah with during their love making. "A-aahh!" He stammers, his hands trying to hold up the massive mammeries.

Well, calling Peter a he at this point is a bit misleading, isn't it?

On Sarah's frame, those breasts, whose size could probably be measured in the latter part of the alphabet, looked grotesquely out of place. But Peter's new frame was even scrawnier than Sarah's, though the breasts were the same size. As a result, Peter struggled to keep her balance, grasping the huge breasts with her hands to support them. She almost couldn't do it, and stumbled back into the wall, where she used that to prop herself up.

"O--Oh my God! Were they really so HEAVY?" She stammers, not quite believing the new sensation she was feeling. Her old male mind was screaming 'you should not be feeling something like this!' but her body refused to stop sending the signals of arousion she was feeling by holding her new breasts like that.

"You better believe it." Sarah says. "In fact, I believe you did something else, what was it..." She ways coyly, tapping her finger on her lip again.

Peter's eyes go wide. "No--!" She starts to say, but not fast enough, Sarah taps the amulet again.

Feeling a numbness in his arms, Peter watches in horror as his upper limbs shrink away into his body. What was previously supporting those massive breasts was gone, and they flop down with tremendous force. Peter goes off balance and stumbles forward with the momentum. "Ah-Ahhh!!" She cries, her brain sending signals to her non-existent arms to brace her fall, ineffectively. Peter lands on the bed, face down. Her legs kicking, trying to get herself upright again, though they had no chance to.

"My, you were RIGHT, Peter. This IS quite a sight." Sarah chuckles a bit.

"This isn't funny, Sarah!" Peter protests. "I'm a guy, I'm not meant to feel like this, I--"

"Oh right, there was one other thing, wasn't there?" Sarah says, and taps the amulet again.

Peter's eyes widen even further, he almost forgot about that. "No, you can't mean tha-mmmmnn!!" Her words were cut off by a high-pitched, muffled squeal. At least she managed to get half a sentence out before she felt a numbness in her lips. Like Sarah's did, her mouth completely sealed over, leaving nothing but smooth skin in its place.

Sarah rolls Peter over on her back, so he truly feels the weight of her new boobs. Peter struggles helplessly under their weight, almost panicking at the pressure. "Mmmnf! Mmm! Mmmmmnf! Mmmmmmmm!" He tries to ask her to change her back, but like Sarah's requests beforehand, they go unheard.

"Now then..." Sarah says "What else..."

She then suddenly leaves the room, causing another panicked fit of muffled sequels from Peter. "Mmmnf! Mmmmm!!!" She instinctively tries to stand, but once again the signals her brain sends to her arm go unrecieved, and she quickly flops back on her back when she tries to sit up. "Mmhmmnf!"

Finally, Sarah returns to the room, holding a cucumber. "Well now.." She says. "Let's see how much you enjoy being fucked with your body altered like that."

Peter's eyes are probably as wide as they can get at this point. But he probably should have just let Sarah do what she wanted, but instead she panicked. And in the process of panicking, she accidentally kicked Sarah in the face.

Luckily Sarah didn't fall over unconscious, oh no. But she did stare angrily at Peter. "You did say ANYTHING, didn't you? Well I got news for you, I'm not finished!" She then marches back over to him and taps the amulet once more.

"Mmmmnnhmmmnf!!" Peter protests as she feels a numbness in both her breasts, and her legs. She watches as her breasts grow another few sizes, virtually crushing her under the weight of them. She also flails her legs for the last time, as they both shrink into her torso much like her arms. She now attempted to struggle on top of the bed, nothing bot a torso, two humongous breasts (the size of which was probably much closer to triple-Z by now, if it were possible) and a head with a muffled, protesting mouth.

During the final transformation, Sarah disappeared into the bathroom, only to come back out with a mirror. She then, almost proudly, displayed to Peter what she had done to her. "You were certainly right, Peter, you ARE quite a sight to behold."

"Mmmmnf!!" Peter whines, struggling uselessly again. It is quite a disconcerting thing, to have limbs then suddenly to not have them. Her torso keeps flopping up and down as she tries to sit up, but has no appendages to do it with. "Mmmmmmhmmmmnf!" She whines once more, before apparently giving up.

"Now, where was I?" Sarah says, before plunging the cucumber into Peter's new, virgin vagina.

"Mmmnf!" Comes a surprised squeal, as Peter experiences something he never felt before. Female ecstasy overcomes him, as his body, or lack thereof, shudders as best it can.

While thrusting the cucumber in and out of Peter, she idly rubs her new breasts as well. "I'm sure it feels surprisingly good, Peter, but at the same time I'm sure you're distressed, aren't you?"

"Mmmhmmhmmnf!" She moans, half agreeing, half not caring. Sarah only thrusts the cucumber a few minutes more, before removing it.

"You know what's really bad, Peter? The fear of being left like that. I was terrified when you were knocked out. Both for your safety, and for my own sake." She places her hands on her hips "I think I'll leave you alone for a few hours, to let you mull over that." Saying that she tosses the cucumber right next to Peter on the bed, puts her clothes back on, and walks out of the bedroom.

"Mmmmnf!" Came Peter's gagged wail, in a cry that both shouted 'change me back!' and 'finish me!'. Either way she didn't want her to go, but Peter's heart sank when she heard her apartment door close. "Mmmmmmmnnnnffff!!" Came one final cry from the bedroom.

***

About an hour went by, and Peter lay there like that. Occasionally struggling. But mostly giving up. In her mind she was cursing both Sarah and herself for this predicament.

Two hours went by, and she still occasionally tried to struggle, with a 'Mmmnf' here and there.

By the time the third hour rolled around, she started to get scared. This could be a dangerous neighborhood, what if she got mugged? Or something else happened to her? This wasn't funny, she could truly be dead, and Peter would be stuck that way! She briefly lost concern for Sarah's safety, and instead was overcome with a desire to be turned back to normal. "Mmmmmmmmnnnffff!" Came one final squeal, as Sarah appeared in the doorway.

Truth be told she never left the apartment, she merely opened and closed the door to trick Peter into thinking she was gone, then quietly snuck around, listening to her struggles. Finally, she decided, enough was enough. "I suppose you're sorry now?"

Peter nodded quickly. "Mmmhmm!" He was sorry, in fact, while he still felt some anger, that was relieved when she reappeared. Being nothing more than a torso with two gigantic breasts, and no way to express your thoughts vocally is not a pleasant existence by any means, and Peter swore she would never do that to her again.

Sarah smiled, and walked over and gently tapped the amulet.

Peter felt a numbness all across her body. Slowly her breasts deflated, until they were nothing more than two small nipples on her chest. His penis reemerged, and his limbs quickly grew back. His muscle tone and tan returned, as did his overall height. Finally his mouth returned to normal, and like Sarah, took a few gasping breathes, before ripping the amulet off his chest.

"You took it too far!" He protested.

"You don't have any right to complain, not after what you did."

"I was lost in the heat of the moment, you did this on purpose!" He counters.

"Yes, after you said I could do ANYTHING I wanted to make up for it, so I say we're square, aren't we?"

Peter sighs, he hates it when he's wrong, but he forces the anger out of his mind. He doesn't have any right to complain.

Sarah takes the amulet out of his hands. "I'm going to get rid of this now, this was a mistake to begin with."

"No!" Peter quickly snaps out of it. "You said we could keep it, there's no harm now, right? I'll be careful from now on."

"From now on..." Sarah says "Until another accident happens, and perhaps I'm left in some strange form? No thanks."

Peter felt desperate, in the way that only a junkie who just saw the fix of his dreams be snatched away from him can feel. He quickly grabs the amulet back out of her hands and places it on her chest, and without thinking about it, envisions her with triple-D breasts again.

She tries to knock the amulet away, but she's not fast enough, and she gasps as once again her breasts balloon underneath her clothing which was no designed to hold such a size. This time the strain is too much and her bra rips off completely. "Peter!" She says, fuming. "This is MY body, you can't do what you want with it!"

"But you wanted larger breasts too, don't deny it!" He counters.

"Yes, but reasonably sized, these are too big for me."

"Just give it a chance for a little while, ok? As a favor?" He asks.

A favor? This really sets Sarah off, how dare he modify her body and ask it as a favor? "Oh yeah?" She says snatching the amulet back. "Well I think you looked pretty good as a girl, myself, so how about doing a favor for ME?" She then places it on his chest and envisions him back as the girl she first turned him into.

Peter jerks away, but it is also too late. The transformation happens much faster this time, as his body rapidly shrinks, and becomes more feminine. Peter is left with breasts the size of Sarah's, now, but with a slightly smaller body like before. "This isn't fair!" She complains. "I'm not really a girl!"

"Well, I don't REALLY have these large breasts, so while mine remain this big, so will yours!" Now she was fuming, and really upset. So was Peter. And when people are fuming and really upset then tend to lose their judgement, and do stupid things. "Oh really? Well how do you like these?" Peter says, snatching the amulet back and placing it back on Sarah's chest.

Sarah's breasts swell out once again, back to the size they were in bed. This time her shirt rips right open, as she stumbles a bit to keep her balance. She looks back at Peter, livid. "Only as much as you will!" She growls, snatching the amulet back, placing it on Peter's chest, and repeating the process.

Peter's breast swell out again, and her small frame can barely support them. She stumbles around for a few minutes as Sarah laughs. "Oh that's it." Peter says, snatching the amulet away once again. "You think these are big, you haven't seen what I'VE fantasied about!" She slaps it on Sarah's chest, and this time Sarah gasps.

Sarah's breast bulge out to insane proportions. She completely loses balance and fall forward, landing on them to cushion her fall. Her breasts grow to the point where they were both the size of small beanbag chairs, she struggled, planting her feet back on the floor, but she didn't have the strength to lift them. They anchored her in place.

"Now THOSE are tits!" Peter exclaims. However as she stared at Sarah's new rack, she let her guard down and let Sarah swipe the amulet once more, she shouldn't have stood so close.

"I agree, try them!" Sarah snarls, and places the amulet back on Peter's chest. Peter steps back quickly, but it's not fast enough. She looks down with a mix of horror and intrigue as her breasts balloon out to the size of Sarah's. Like her counterpart, she fell to the floor on top of them, stuck, unable to move. The two of them barely fit in the bedroom. It was quite a sight to behold.

"Now you've done it..." Peter exclaims, grabbing at the amulet again, her arm just barely reaching it. This time Sarah would not let go of it, however, and they both engaged in a tug-of-war for about 5 seconds before they heard a snap, and they both reeled back.

They now each held one half of the amulet, it broke in two while they fought over it.

"No!" Peter shouted, becoming quickly hysterical. The weight of the realization hit them that if the amulet was broken, they'd both REALLY be stuck like that. "Sarah, this is all your fault!" She cries. "Why did you have to bring this thing over, anyway?" She struggles, trying to push her body forward, but the breasts were too heavy to move, and the bit they did inch across the carpet only caused to rub her nipples and arouse her.

Sarah lost it. "I didn't see you complaining when you deformed me in bed for kicks!" She shouted, and in her anger she tossed her half of the amulet to the floor.

Peter sighed, and let himself calm down. What were they fighting about? Fault and blame didn't matter at this point, what mattered now was fixing this mess. Somehow.

"Sarah... look, I'm sorry." Peter says, honestly. "This is silly..."

"Oh, you're 'sorry'." Sarah snaps. "I'm sure you are now!"

"Yes!" Peter insists. "But fighting now is not going to solve anything, is it? We need to find a way to repair that amulet."

"Oh, well, any bright ideas then?" Sarah asked, skeptically.

"Um.." Peter thinks, idly tapping a finger on her enormous cleavage, before she caught herself doing it and stopped. "There's some super glue in the kitchen cupboard. We could use that to try and patch the amulet up,"

"Oh brilliant." Sarah says, rubbing her eyes. "We'll just pick these enormous breasts up off the floor and walk out to the kitchen, after making it out of the bedroom, the doorframe of which is too small for even one of these to fit through!"

"Well.. I don't hear you coming up with any ideas!" Peter complains.

"Any solution we find will have to be in arm's reach, I'm afraid." Sarah sighs, not an easy thing to admit. For there was nothing in arm's reach, except each other. Perhaps they would have to wait for someone to find them, even though Peter had no roommates.

A few minutes went by as they both struggled futilely to shift their breasts around even a few inches. The rubbing of the carpet was too much to bear, though, even if they COULD muster the strength.

After finally giving up, Peter sighs. "Sarah... I'm really sorry. This was all my fault to begin with. Can you ever forgive me?" Peter reaches out her hand, hopefully, towards Sarah.

After a moment's consideration, Sarah reluctantly smiled and grasped Peter's hand, just barely able to reach it. "This is my fault to. If I were just content with my body as it was, this wouldn't have happened."

"But if I weren't hung up on huge tits then it wouldn't have happened either." Peter frowns. "I did realize one thing about all of this, though..."

"What?" Sarah asks.

"Having tits this huge is such a pain in the ass. It was never like this in my fantasies."

Sarah couldn't help but chuckle at that, and they both have a short laugh at that. But they quickly fall into depression once more as they come to the realization that this may be their new realities now. That is, until the doorbell rang.

The fact that Peter never had a doorbell to begin with never dawned on her, as she desperately called out "In here! Come in!" Finally, perhaps someone could help them, whoever it was. It was a risk, though, because if it wasn't someone they could trust, neither of them were in a position to resist, were they?

The apartment door opened, despite the fact that Sarah locked it earlier, but that wasn't important. What was important was that standing in the doorway a moment later was an impossibly bizarre man, dressed in a bright plaid suit, a lavender undershirt with a bright green tie, violet pants, and to top it off, a bright red hat with white feather sticking out of it. Peter had no idea who it was, Sarah on the other hand, was thrilled.

"Sal!" She cried out. "Thank goodness, we really need your help!"

"I can see that, my dear." Sal states, looking at the two of them with a smirk on his face. "I must admit, I've seen some bizarre situations to come about with the use of the Amulet of Krogoth, but this takes the cake..."

"You should have seen us earlier..." Peter dryly comments.

"Oh I know all about what happened earlier, but that's besides the point." Sal comments. "The important thing now is that you both want to be changed back, right?"

"Yes!" They both simultaneously state.

"Well then, there's something tricky with that. You see, the Amulet of Krogoth can only transform someone if someone they share a mutual love for activates it. So despite all the... humiliating things which happened earlier, you were still able to use it because your feelings never really changed, too much. But, when you were fighting, you both briefly lost your love out of mindless range and want for revenge. Which is why it snapped in two."

"Well, what can we do about it?" Peter asks, remaining oblivious (voluntary or not) of fact that Sal knows a lot of things he should not be aware of.

"Oh..." Sal ponders. "It looks like you've already made up over it, as it is. At least, that's how it appears." He reaches into his pouch, which is the first time Peter even noticed he carried one, and pulls out a small wand, which on its handle had a similar pattern as the amulet itself. "I can chance using this, if you'd like, to turn you back. It works on a similar principle as the amulet, and is designed to undo its effects. But only if the two people involved truly love each other. But if not..."

"If not?" Sarah asks.

"If not..." Sal finishes. "It punishes them by making the changes permanent."

"Not good..." Peter sighs.

"But, if you've truly made up, then you've nothing to worry about, hmm? So, the choice is yours. What will it be?" Sal proposes.

Peter and Sarah pause for a moment, searching their feelings. But they don't hesitate long, and looking each other in the eye, they both nod.

"We're ready." They both say.

"Excellent. Well then, I'll get to it. I must admit, though, the two of you like that do make a lovely couple. But, I'm sure you would in your normal bodies as well..." He gives the wand a wave, and pauses, turning to Sarah. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Sarah dear, and I wish you..." A grin. "ALL the best in the future." Saying that he waves the wand, and there's a bright flash of light.

Peter and Sarah are briefly blinded, but they feel a cooling, numbing sensation wash over them, and when it passes, the room seems a whole lot smaller.

Sarah quickly looks down at her body. Her breasts were their normal, A-cup size again. Her clothes were even repaired, to her surprise.

Peter was also reverted to normal. Muscle tone restore, tan recolored, and masculinity recovered. He breathed a deep sigh of relief.

The two piece of the amulet which were originally on the floor had vanished, along with Sal.

They both stare at each other, with expressions that were a mixture of relief and understanding. Exhausted after the whole series of events they embrace each other, happy to be themselves again.

A few moments later something dawns on Peter, which was nagging him from the start.

"Hey... I don't have a doorbell." He says.

***

A year later Peter and Sarah were making wedding arrangements. They both put that bizarre night behind them and remained a very happy couple. Sarah was briefly worried about Peter's remaining obsession, but those fears quickly passed. A month after meeting Sal, Sarah underwent a slow, but steady, long-overdue growth spurt in her chest. Her breasts grew out to about a C-cup in the timespan of two months. Sarah and Peter enjoyed themselves immensely, in the bed and out. They both lost any desire for 'kinky' sex, after using that amulet, and were perfectly happy with what they had. And even though Peter worked hard to get rid of his addiction to large breasts, he allowed himself to enjoy Sarah's as much as she would let him. Which was fairly frequently. The two looked back on the strange events of the strange night, and often laughed about it. Not ever wanting to go back, but happy it occurred all the same. They wouldn't be planning to marry otherwise. As the motto goes:

'A customer of Dogma's Magical Charms and Trinkets is always satisfied.'