I woke up, sunlight streaking across my face. As grains of sleep worked themselves from my eyes, I gradually gathered my bearings. I recognised the colours, the pale ceiling, the not quite so pale yellow walls. The rich, scented linen. I turned to my left and there she was. That was no surprise: I had woken in her vast bed before, and now the memories of the previous night were flooding back. I realised that after what we did we both deserved a rest.
She was still asleep. Like me she was naked beneath the sheets, but almost completely covered by them too. The mauve covers rode over her torso leaving only her head, neck and tiny hint of cleavage exposed to the world. Nut brown hair flowed around her face. Her skin was that of a china doll, but her features and build did not maintain the illusion. Her face was round and soft, sharpened slightly by quite an aquiline nose. Her ruby lips formed an unconscious pout. Cheekbones high, but not preternaturally so, eyes brown to match her hair and eyebrows carefully sculpted to highlight her features without drawing attention to themselves. Her face complemented what I knew of her personality - sweet but with a subtley sharp undercurrent. It was an ageless face; without lines but still somehow carrying the stamp of maturity. I thought it was beautiful, but it was not the only one of her features that gave me pleasure.
After about five minutes patiently staring at this vision, the only sign of life the silent rise and fall of her rib-cage under the covers, I slowly reached over beneath the sheets. At first my hands merely parted the cool fabric between us, but presently I felt the warmth of her body and then my finger tips pressed into the soft flesh of her right thigh. She stirred, but did not wake.
I slowly moved my body closer to hers, extending my first pioneering touch to a gentle grip around her smooth thigh. We were together now, again. Oh how I lusted for her, and when she was so close it was just irresistible.
As my right hand slid up and rustled past the first bristles of hair around her pudenda, my left rode up and pulled the sheets back a little to expose more of her body. Now she woke, without surprise, sliding neatly from dream into reality. She smiled that same sultry smile at me; satisfaction and superiority and delight rolled into one. Her arm, the one that wasn't pinned under my own, darted out from under the sheet and reached for a little glass dish on the wooden bedside table. There, with the help of a quick glance, it found a little white pill, which it quickly deposited in her mouth. She gulped, it was gone.
I paused. "Headache?" I queried.
"Oh, no,", she said slowly and without letting the grin slip away, "not at all."
I was slightly bemused, but the tiny gasp of pleasure that followed told me she was quite happy with my progress beneath the sheets. I let my eyes wander from her face to her chest. My face sank gently into her cleavage as my free hand gently cupped her right breast, its thumb tweaking the nipple. I knew she loved that, and I let my fingers loll around, devouring the sensation of her soft flesh piled up between my face and hand.
Then I jumped. Its hard to explain, but the closest I can come is the kind of thing that happens when something brushes by somewhere it shouldn't - a loose thread, a spider, you know the kind of thing. And you jump,reflexively, because it shouldn't be there. I jumped now because as I lay there gently pushing her titty, I felt it push back. Suddenly I was half-sitting up staring down at her. I absently licked the tiny part of her juice that coated my right forefinger and pulled the sheets right back to her waist before leaning forward and resting on my left arm. What was I expecting to find? Some primeval response was in control. Nothing there. I expected a look of concern or at least surprise from my lover but instead she giggled.
"What's so funny?" I asked in a wavering voice.
She paused for a moment before gently reassuring me "Nothing's funny, its delightful."
I thought I ought to explain myself "I thought I, er, felt something, babe."
"No, you didn't. You did feel something. I felt it too. That's what's delightful: its starting to work!"
"What is starting to work?"
"The pill. Ah, I guess I should have thought this through more carefully. There's something I've been wanting to tell you for ages...I thought this might help. Ooohhh...there it goes again, look hon!"
I followed her gaze to her chest. I'd swear it moved. Then it did it again. "It's mo..." I started to say, but in mid sentence I suddenly realised her chest wasn't moving, not in the normal sense at all. "...growing." I muttered. Then suddenly I was full of concern.
"Oh god, what's happening - your boobs are blowing up - is it some kind of allergy? What have you done!?" I screamed, watching as her chest continued to plump up in little bursts.
"Oh dear," she said, frowning, "no, no, hon. This is the thing you see. That was a magic pill. A magic pill that makes my boobies grow. I thought you'd like that. The thing is, hon, I'm - well - a witch. I couldn't think how to tell you, so I thought a...practical demonstration might help. Whoa, here we go!" She giggled as the spurts of, well, growth suddenly became a continuous and rather rapid swelling.
I was aghast, sputtering nonsense as I slowly backed away. Witches, magic? Surely it was a dream - surely that was the only way reality could slip away like this. But it seemed real enough. My pulse was racing and I was sweating furiously as I edged off the side of the bed. My erection was fading from fear and confusion as I backed away towards the double doors at the foot of the bed. I was almost to the doorway when I stopped. Quite unexpectedly, I found myself once again aroused. Now I was thoroughly confused. My skin was still crawling, but some deeper animal instinct had kicked in. A wave of apathy washed over me - maybe from shock - and I felt my body start to relax. About the only thing I was certain of, and I was ready to grasp at any certainty, was that her breasts were definitely growing and I liked it. So I stood, rooted to the spot, watching my darling changing before my eyes. She, meanwhile, was occupied with other things. As soon as the rush of growth began she started giggling and moaning, every few seconds brushing them with her hands.
Have you ever noticed how crises have a way of slowing down time? Less than a minute had passed since the growth had really hit its stride, but it seemed like ages. Already her boobs were much bigger. Her breasts had been neither tiny nor particularly prominent. She was fairly tall and possessed an imposing frame, which made her chest look somewhat smaller than it really was. What on another woman would have been perky little bullets had been gentle undulations on her. Just enough for a good handful. At least there had been. Now they looked about the size - and shape! - of medicine balls hanging from her chest. She sat up, with a little difficulty, bringing her upper body vertical against the stack of pillows. Her newly enlarged bosom bounced considerably as she moved.
It can only have taken a minute and a half, I think, but at the end of it there was a different woman sitting in the bed before me. Well, on the outside at least, where two enormous, pale breasts hung like bombs from her rib-cage, covering virtually her entire upper body. In the notch beneath them where their curves swept together was her belly button. Below, a nipple hung from the end of each, two inches long and rising from a sea of areola easily the size of my palm.
She finally looked up - she had not forgotten me after all - and I could see from her wry smile that she was happy enough with my reaction. Just the way she liked to play it - in control, but only just.
I still needed something to kick me my stupor, and I got as soon as she tried to get up. First she lurched forward as she tried to reach for the covers, the weight of her almighty chest completely overwhelming her. She collapsed on top of herself with an "Ooomph!"
I was roused, I sprang forward, but by the time I got to her side she had levered herself up - with great effort - on to her arms and flicked the covers aside with one leg. Then she wiggled her ass around on the bed and sat up, in a manner of speaking. With a sudden and audible heave she tried to sit up straight, but again she was unready and fell back flat on her back. Her enormous endowments joggled and slowly settled down. My god I was turned on.
Standing in front of her splayed legs I could just see the top of her head poking out above the mountainous mammaries. From somewhere behind them I heard her meekly say "There's a trick to this. I've never taken so much. Babe, help me up - careful now."
Together we managed to get her upright. As I strained to lift her new weight my forearms nudged against her new breasts - how could they not. My hands lingered there for a moment as I withdrew my support and she steadied herself on the bedside table in a more-or-less sitting position. Her boobs swayed far out from her body before swinging back on to her chest and settling down. She looked down at herself.
"Well, I think we need to get these babies trussed up before I go any further. It's like steering a shopping trolley. Babe, if you look in that bottom drawer you'll see I've prepared for this. There's a bra in there that I suspect is just my...ahem...size."
I turned to the chest of drawers and bent down, then fumbled for a while with the knobs. I was ready to look, ready to help, but not yet ready to speak.
Her voice came from behind me: "Oh dear, these look so damned good, and here's me without any hands free to touch them. Is that irony, babe?"
I said nothing, but found the bra, once I'd recognised it as one. It was huge, black, quite lacy but also with a cleverly reinforced lining. It looked more like a fishing net than a bra. There was no label - no bra that size comes off a rack, anyhow. My mind boggled. I turned and presented it to her on the flats of my arms. She was looked up at me, her hands still planted firmly on the beside table just to one side. Her arms obscured the top of her bust, but the bottoms of those pearly torpedos hung clear of her body and swung lazily. Suggestions of thick arteries and veins striped across the exposed skin. The disbelief was suspended, the wonder had won. I was moved to speak. "I...I think they're wonderful, babe."
I fell silent again and stood gawping and holding out the bra.
She turned her eyes to the bra and spoke gently but slightly mockingly. "Well, darling, I think I'll need a little help with that." She smirked again. The veins in her arms were bulging a little. "You grab my shoulders and hold them while I settle myself into this contraption."
I did as she asked, watching the proceedings from above. She fastened it around her neck, pulled it down, carefully avoiding my arms, and lifted each boob into a capacious cup. She then hauled the straps on to her shoulders, where they bit deep into the flesh but clung valiantly on and held everything in place. She sighed.
"Well that should help navigation, if not the back strain. You see, the pill makes your boobs bigger, but I need something else to help me lift them. Luckily I have some of that on hand - but before we see to that, how about a bath, hon?"
I caught the greedy glint in her eye. Yes, she was a changed woman on the outside, but on the inside she was still the creature I lusted after. And now there was just much, much more to lust after. I nodded as I helped her to her feet and we slowly made our way to the door leading to the bathroom.
Fin