Her Best Asset

The High Commander

"Happy Anniversary, sweetie!"

I never thought we'd be dating this long. Imagine me, Katie Conrad, managing to hang on to a guy for a whole year! There's something special about Max though. Oh, he's starring at me. Gotta say something! "Happy Anniversary," I coo back to him, and I open the front door wide to let him in. He kisses me, then thrusts a small package into my hands. "What's this?"

"Your anniversary gift. I know we said we weren't going to exchange gifts, but I came across this and I thought you might like it. Go on, open it." I tear the red wrapping paper off the box and find a jewelry case inside. Oh, he didn't... did he? Oh wow, I've never seen such a beautiful necklace. "It's supposed to bring you good luck."

"How so?"

"Um, necklace power? The jeweler said it will accentuate the wearer's best asset."

"Thank you," I say, sliding it over my head, allowing the gorgeous sapphire surrounded by small rubies to nestle between my little cleavage. I rush to the mirror to see it on me, and Max follows right behind. It really is beautiful, and it must have cost him a fortune. "How could you have afforded this? I mean, on an intern's salary and all."

"The firm did some legal work for the jewelry shop a while back. They gave me an insider deal. But listen, you shouldn't even think about that. What's important tonight is us and where we're going for dinner."

"I thought we could stay in, actually. Unless you really want to leave the privacy of my little apartment."

His face perks up at that. "Oh no, in is fine." I thought so!

We embrace, his firm arms holding my tightly. Screw dinner, I have another appetite right now! "What do you say you unwrap your present?"

"Hmm?" he says. I step back from him, reach behind me, and pull the zipper halfway down on my dress. "Oh," he says, figuring it out. We rush to the bedroom, our clothes landing one by one in a heap by the bed. "Leave the necklace on," he tells me, "It's so perfect on you." So I do.

I always love sharing my bed with Max. He's never too rough, never too gentle, and always puts up with my need to cuddle afterwards. We start kissing, then kissing leads to caressing, and then everything starts to feel really good... oh my... he's stroking my breasts, I love that... yes, kiss me, just like that...

"Katie," he whispers, "I love you. I love your adorable smile, I love your soft brown hair, I love your... growing breasts?"

"Hmm, what was that last one?" I ask. I'm all flighty right now for some reason.

"Katie, your breasts... they're... they're growing!"

"What?" I ask, and I bring my hands up to meet his on my chest. Holy snow, they are bigger! I sit bolt upright in bed, panting for breath now, and cup my boobs in my hands. What's happening to me? Even in the dark I can see myself in the mirror on the wall across from us, and from the looks of things I've had a growth spurt! I rush to the mirror for a closer look. My bras could never fit over these! I've been a B-cup for ten years; why the sudden change?

Max clicks on the lights and gets his first look at the new me. "I'm... I'm sorry, Katie. I didn't think..."

"Didn't think what? Oh god, it's the necklace, isn't it?" I grab Max's gift and slip it over my head. Oh lord, they're still getting bigger! They're not stopping!

"I didn't think it was real like that. I mean, she said it was just an old legend. I, I can't believe that it's real!"

"Oh, it's real," I say. I'm proof of that. "And so are these," I add, cupping what I'm guessing are two extra bra cup sizes worth of boob.

"I'm sorry," he says again. He moves in to hug me, but holds back. He doesn't know what to do really, and I'm right there with him. We sit on the side of the bed and he puts his arm around me waist. I lean toward him and rest my head on his shoulder. This is going to take some getting used to.

"How am I going to explain this? Did that jeweler mention a legend about undoing this kind of thing?"

"No, I mean, it's not supposed to be real."

"Let's get past that, hon. It's real." I take his hand and press it to an enlarged breast to prove it to him. Ohhhh, it's so sensitive. No, not now, there are bigger things to handle right now. No pun intended. Why did the necklace treat my breasts as my best asset though? They're part of the package that is me, sure, but there are so many other things about me that I've always considered, y'know, better. I know I should try to undo this, to call a doctor, to go to the hospital, something to try and fix what's happened. What I really want right now though is to be held. Max picks up on my cues and rubs my back, and before long we're laying back in bed together, silent and contemplative.

"Honey, look," he says, rubbing my boobs. I look down at myself and... are they smaller? A little? Maybe? "Katie, I think it's undoing itself, or whatever the word is." We're back at the mirror and yes, they do look more like my familiar breasts. I let out a sigh of relief; the necklace's effect wears off on its own after taking it off. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry," he says.

I smile, a wicked idea coming to me. If everything is undone after I take the necklace off, then why not enjoy it? "Don't be," I say, picking up the gift from the floor. I slide it back over my head.

"Katie, what are you doing?!"

"Having a happy anniversary," I say, already beginning to feel the flightiness I felt like before. "As long as things go back to normal later, why not enjoy ourselves now? My boobs were so sensitive before. I figure, why not make the most of your gift?" Max smiles and we embrace again, falling into bed between the sheets. "Kiss me," I order, and our lips lock together. "No, not there. On my breasts."

His kisses begin to move lower, working down my neck and on to my chest to my already-growing boobs. He brings his hands to them, stroking them, massaging them, even tickling them. I want to howl, to call out; I've never felt this turned on before! So large... I love it! Yes! Yes! Urk!

"Oh, god, are you okay?" he asks me. "I caught my hand on the chain."

"I'm fine. Better than fine. While we're paused, let me just see..." I sit up and look in the mirror again, the broken necklace chain sliding off my neck and landing in my lap. I've got to be into custom bras by now. These are going to kill my back if I go any larger. It's probably for the best that we stopped when we did.

Max takes the chain and looks it over. "Looks like I broke a link. I'll get it fixed, now that we know how great a gift it turned out to be." We lay back together in bed, I enjoying the afterglow and he still stroking me. Mmm, this feels so good. I could just fall asleep right here...

"Katie, hon, wake up!" Whoa, how long was I asleep? Let me just sit up... what's with the weight on my... yah! Why are my boobs still so big?! "What time is it? How long since I took the necklace off?"

"It's morning now," Max says, "It's been at least twelve hours."

"And I'm still huge!" It takes me a moment to get out of bed, but I manage.

"I'll get down to the mall," he says, grabbing his pants from the floor, "And I'll get this thing fixed. Wait here for me, okay?"

"Where am I going like this?" I ask. I have nothing that would cover these big boobs from hell. Ooh, my back's already killing me. "I'll just wait in bed." I lay back down and pull the covers up to my waist. I can't wait to get back to normal. I start channel surfing through television shows, waiting patiently and worrying just what I've done to myself. The clock takes forever to tick by. How much longer will he be?

I hear the lock on the front door turning and a moment later Max calls out "I'm back."

"Did you get it fixed?"

"Yeah," he says, coming into the bedroom. "Looks good as new." He takes the necklace out of the bag and hands it to me, and I eagerly slide it on.

"C'mon," I say, massaging my boobs, "Go down, go down, shrink already! Oh god, they're growing again!"

"Take it off!" he calls to me, my boobs on the grow again. I have to reach in between my cleavage to find the pendant itself, but after I moment I yank it off once again. "Is it working? Do you feel anything?"

After a moment I do feel something. It's that deflating feeling again, and I sigh in relief. I'm going to be alright. "They're shrinking," I say with a smile. He sits next to me and puts his arm around my shoulder, stroking my cheek before kissing me. "Wait," I say before anything amorous can happen, "I... they stopped."

"Maybe you just need a minute or two," Max says.

"No, hon. I'm... they're back to the size they were after the necklace broke." I let out a little defeated sigh, followed by a sniffle. I should have known something like this would happen. I've seen enough episodes of The Outer Limits and The Twilight Zone to expect this kind of thing to happen. This all really hasn't sunk in yet. I should probably have a good cry, but that'll have to wait. "How am I going to go on like this?"

Max takes the necklace from my hands and slides it around his own neck. "Are you crazy? Take that thing off!"

"I have an idea," he says, "I just hope it works."

"What are you doing? Trying to get a bigger penis? More muscles? This isn't the time, Max! I... ooh... wait... what's happening?" I don't see him changing, but I feel something changing on me! My giant boobs are shrinking, hallelujah!

"Oh thank god," he says, "The way I see it, you're my best asset, Katie. So I thought if I tried to make you better, you'd end up back the way I wanted you."

I'm nearly back to being myself again. "And you want me the way I am with my little B-cups?"

"I want you to be whatever makes you happy," he says, and I can't resist kissing him after that. I knew there was something special about Max. Once I'm back to being me again he takes the necklace off and puts it back in the shopping bag. "I'm sorry about all of this. I'll take it back and get you something that isn't cursed. Maybe a nice ring."

"Don't be so quick," I say, "A little extra up top in the bedroom is fine with me. Isn't that what you want too, hmm?" After all, until everything went terribly wrong I was having the best sexual encounter of my life. "We just need to get a stronger chain."

"I can get another insider deal."

"Let's not press our luck," I say before pulling him underneath the sheets.