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The Girl, The Genie and The Mirror - by DeNero -
DISCLAIMER: Do I really have to put one of these in? I mean, everyone else does, but if you're going to a website called overflowingbra.com you probably have a pretty good idea of what this story would contain: sexual references, actual sex, and breasts growing to giant proportions. (And really, you can find those first two anywhere else on the web.) So, I guess if you're reading this and you shouldn't be, you know, close the window and go browse for something wholesome and not bizarre-fetish-related. Thank you. ----- Rachel knew that she had a decent life, but that didn't stop her from occasionally fixating on things she could really do without. Like her High School peers; she didn't mind school per se, but she could really live happily five days out of the week without getting locked inside a warehouse of idiots who didn't want to be there, the kind that liked to make life hell for kids who were either smarter or uglier than they were, and god help you if you were both. She could also live without those 30 extra pounds of fat dogging her, which she couldn't get rid of no matter how hard she tried, and which frequently made her a target of said idiots. But right now she could really live without Mike, her co-worker at the library, who was leaving for a vacation tomorrow and seemed determined to make everyone rejoice at his departure. "That Linda's got a pretty nice face, too bad she's a gimp." He sneered, speaking to James, who seemed to be sharing Rachel's wistful yearning for Mike's absence. James was the only other male on the staff, and Mike seemed determined to get him on board with his sick sense of humor. He started hobbling around, imitating the unfortunate effect of the reference desk lady's club foot. "I mean, I don't care how hot a chick is, if she's coming to the bed like this..." Rachel lost her ability to cope with Mike's proximity, and decided to shelve books on the other side of the building. She felt sorry for James, who was retreating into his shirt like a turtle, trying to ignore the man behind him but unable to escape. He was far too timid to tell Mike to fuck off. Hell, even she wasn't brave enough to confront him, lest he turn his sights onto her. Everyone was hoping Mike would eventually do something so awful that the board members would overlook that fact that Mike was related to the mayor and fire him, but in the meantime, they had to deal. She just hoped Linda wasn't anywhere in listening range. At least James was a nice guy. He was a few years older than her and went to a different high school, but he was in the same boat, working weekends and during the summer shelving books so he could save up for a car. (Rachel had a car for the moment, but her parents were only going to be able to contribute so much towards college, so she had a year and a half left to accumulate as much as she could.) James was clearly uncomfortable in his own skin and barely talked to anyone, but Rachel was the only other person on the staff close to his age, so if he said anything in the course of the day, it was normally to her. She wished he wasn't so awkward; what she did know about him she liked a lot, and she wanted to know more. Suddenly, she looked up and saw James coming in her direction, Mike still clinging like a lamprey. Rachel backed around the shelves to the opposite side, just as they passed, so they couldn't see her, but she could hear clearly. "And that Rachel, man, at least she has DEE-cent breasts - get it - DEE-cent? - but I could do without the rest of her." "Hey!" James injected, and Rachel started. Was he standing up for her? "Don't ta-talk about her like that. She's... a ni-nice girl." Mike seemed as shocked as Rachel was at James' development of a spine. He shrugged and sauntered off, making a quiet mooing sound. James went the other direction, leaving Rachel alone and breathing hard. Did James like her back? ----- On her drive home, Rachel took a quick detour and went by the beach. She was still amazed at James but pissed at Mike. She was a double-D, thank you very much, but she was also small around the ribcage, so that didn't mean much. Men had no bloody idea how bra sizes worked; one trip through a lingerie department would show them that cup sizes are proportionate to the size of the bra band, and that a larger the band is, the larger the cups are that come with it. There was no simple "C" cup breasts, since a 32C cup is nearly half the size of a 40C cup. Rachel may have had DD breasts, a single benefit of a higher body fat percentage, but she only wore a 34 band, so while her chest sounded impressive, her breasts were a good deal smaller than a D or C cup of a larger woman. And the lettering system! Guys also weren't aware that not every bra manufacturer went by the same system. There was no standard D, DD, F, G, or whatever. Some brands had up to 4 Ds, while others skipped the multiple Ds and went straight into E, F, and G. Some even had double Es or triple Fs on their labels. And even if brands could agree on the letters, they didn't always mean the same thing; Rachel had tried on everything from Ds to DDDs in the same trip to the mall and they had all fit the same. It's just like jean brands, where every one has their own idea of a size 6. "Size 6" Rachel thought wryly, walking along on the sand and looking down at her own stomach. "You're lucky to test their size 10s." She thought about James, who was at least skinny. What guy wanted to date a girl that looked like her? It was pathetic how often she would fantasize about having a great body with a thin waist and huge breasts, and if she couldn't stand what she looked like, who else could? He said she was "nice", but Rachel realized with a sinking in her stomach that "nice" on its own didn't mean much. After all, how many break-up discussions started with "you're a nice guy/girl, but..." She suddenly imagined James saying the same thing after she asked him out, and Rachel kicked the nearest rock in frustration. The rock skipped across the sand and bounced off something with a dull thunk. Rachel looked up and saw an odd shape sticking out of the sand, definitely not a rock. It looked like a pyramid, or a corner of something. She bent down and dug under the sand along the sides. Whatever it was, it was big. Curiosity overcame her, and Rachel kept digging. ----- It took some time to extract it out of the sand. It was a wood box, about three feet long and two across but very narrow, only about six inches thick. It was severely worn, and encrusted with junk. Rachel turned the thing over - what was it? The box turned out to be heavy, too, but Rachel managed to carry it up to the car. Once she got to the parking lot, she pulled a tool kit out of her trunk, and extracted a hammer. She swung the prying end against the surface to break off most of the barnacles and other sea junk around the edges. She had a nagging feeling that maybe this was something valuable and she should be a bit more careful with it, and just when she had decided to go a little more carefully, her last swing broke off an entire corner of the box, and the broad side opened a crack. She pried it open, no easy task, since it was coated with thick wax on the entire inside. This sucker had been watertight. Inside, she saw a gleam of metal. She got the broad side off entirely and pulled out the sole content of the box: an oval frame, about three feet tall, filled edge-to-edge with the same kind of wax that had kept the box waterproof. "It's like this thing was meant to survive a few hundred years at the bottom of the ocean." Rachel thought. What was the layer of wax protecting inside the frame - glass? A painting? She picked up a screwdriver and carefully scraped away a bit off near the frame, and hit a reflective glass surface. It was a mirror. She sighed. This was going to take a while to clean off. One trip home, half an hour and two bottles of wax cleaner later, Rachel was staring at a clear reflection. It was a plain mirror, really, not something that warranted all the work someone had gone through to keep it safe in the ocean. It didn't look like a precious antique or lost treasure. Maybe the frame was gold or something. Her hand went to inspect the frame, and something brought Rachel to a halt. Her reflection hadn't moved. Was she crazy, or was it looking around? Its head turned left, then right, then finally settled looking back at Rachel. "Finally." Her reflection said, in Rachel's voice. "How long have I been out, anyway?" Rachel screamed. ----- "I'm a genie." Rachel's reflection explained. Rachel, for her part, was cowering against the far wall, clutching a pair of scissors in her trembling hand, thrusting them outward, ready to stab the thing if it came out of the glass. "G-E-N-I-E. You human still have stories about us, don't you?" Rachel managed to nod. "We were old spirits, powerful spirits, and we toyed mercilessly with humans. Our kind caused plagues, destroyed cities, pretty much just for fun. Finally the gods got tired of us torturing their precious humans, and decided to exterminate us. Most of us were killed, but those of us who were too powerful to destroy were trapped in objects and cast in to places where we would never be found, to weaken and eventually die. And should any human find us, we were bound to obey their every wish. In fact, we were made to enjoy servitude." She sighed. "We deserved it, really. I know I did. I've been trapped in this mirror for centuries for my crimes. I was practically a god myself, but being unable to use my powers, I have weakened to a shadow of my former self. But you've found me, master, and I am compelled to obey. What is your wish?" Rachel lowered the scissors. "Uh... world peace?" Her reflection laughed, with Rachel's laugh, which was pretty unnerving. "Let me explain how this works. Different genies have different powers, for instance, I'm a genie over people - I can change anything about a person, or at least I could. Changing anyone's mind isn't possible for me now, but making physical changes are easier. Unfortunately, I can only change what I can see. You're the only one in the room, master. Something you'd like to change about yourself?" Rachel took a long breath. What the hell. "Could you make me... thinner?" Her reflection snapped its fingers, and Rachel felt a tingling sensation overwhelm her. It felt like she was... shrinking. She stood up and watched in amazement as her waist shrunk away, her thighs tapered down, and everything tightened up. Even her clothes were shrinking to fit her. She turned around, and her reflection actually acted like one, mimicking her moves so Rachel could see the new her. Oh, god, it was real. She really was thinner! She had a genie! Her mind raced at the prospect of getting whatever she wanted, and now that she was thin, she knew what was left. Rachel pulled off her shirt and grabbed her breasts. "Can you make these bigger? And- and perkier? But, like, huge?" Her reflection smiled and waved her hand. The tingling returned, this time localized in her breasts. It felt like a warmth, an energy was surging into them, filling them up. The left one raised itself upward, perking up and rounding out until it was almost spherical, then the right one followed. They were amazing; Rachel took off her bra as fast as she could, but they didn't drop at the sudden lack of support. They were perfect, round and bra-shaped without even needing a bra. The warmth and energy filled them again, and this time it came on stronger. Rachel moaned, she was feeling tingly between her legs as well, but she knew that had nothing to do with the genie. Her breasts starting growing, moving out, moving away, filling up with the power, enlarging in all directions. She turned in front of the mirror, then leaned over, watching them move up through the cup alphabet. Her hands ran over them, but she kept having to move her hands further as they blew up to the size of cantaloupes, and then a small watermelon, and kept going. The space between them closed up, and they kept growing against each other; Rachel now had deep cleavage without a scrap of clothes on. Finally they came to a stop, the size of large watermelons but much rounder. Their massive weight pulled her forward, but Rachel didn't seem to have a problem keeping her balance. "Oh, my god. They're incredible, they're absolutely..." Rachel cradled them in her arms, her palms barely able to reach around to her gigantic nipples. She laughed. "This is the best thing that's ever happened to me." She looked at her own reflection, which smiled back. "Good work." "Thank you." Her reflection said. "Too bad I can't go out looking like this." "Oh, you can. Genie magic alters reality, like dropping a rock into a pond. You don't have to move the water out of the way to accommodate the rock, the water flows around it and adapts, as reality does with our magic. As you move through the world, the world will change to you. Go check out your closet." Rachel walked across the room, pondering what the genie was saying. Maybe that's why she didn't have a problem keeping her balance, even though she had a gigantic chest bouncing with her every step. She opened the doors and looked at her shirts, none of which would fit her now. Then she noticed the shirts were changing. They were billowing out in the front, growing to accommodate her new body. Even her jeans started shrinking to fit her thinner waist. She turned around and looked at a photo on her drawers, of her and her family, right as her image in the photo started developing larger breasts. Her image's breasts inflated out, and some of her family members had to move further to the left or right to accommodate them. Finally the clothes and photo stopped changing, and everything was as it would have been if she had had that body her entire life. "When you encounter people, their memories will change as well. You could walk downstairs with breasts twice as big and no one would even blink." "But my memories haven't changed at all." "Well, of course the master's memories are exempt; otherwise how would you know if I was doing anything at all?" Rachel pulled out her closet mirror to get a second visual opinion, one that wasn't talking. She looked incredible, almost like, she thought wryly, the most exaggerated manga image or video game character she'd ever seen, and this was real. She turned around to look at the genie again. "Thank you. Really. I've got to be the luckiest person alive. Do you have a name I could call you by, besides, you know, Genie?" "My name is Moira, master" Rachel fit her arms around her mammoth breasts again. "Thank you, Moira." ----- Rachel was still worried about Moira's claim having to do with reality equals water. Sure enough, when she had gotten dressed and gone down to dinner no one seemed to notice that Rachel looked like a monster porn star. Rachel had even gotten some adjustments to her face and hair, but every photo she passed in the house changed to reflect her new look. Well, home was one thing. She walked to school the next morning, desperately hoping it would keep up. She had opted for more realistic breasts the size of small melons, and Moira had given her a few extra inches of height. She clenched her teeth when she entered the school ground, but no one failed to recognize her. Things were different, though, she got wolf whistles left and right, and more than one guy openly grabbed his crotch when she walked past. (Maybe she'd tone it down for tomorrow.) And the males that weren't making crude passes at her were suddenly all over her; the guys in her regular lunch circle in the quad were a lot happier to see her, and kept trying to get her attention in the conversation. The biggest change was that no one was making fun of her any more. There wasn't a single taunt, thrown object, or "fatty" sent her way. The girls who had teased her before now looked at her enviously. Rachel realized that something she had long suspected was true: beautiful people were treated better, and she could be as beautiful as she wanted. ----- "How was your first day?" Moira asked when Rachel returned to her room. "Well, as much as I hate to say it," she hoisted up her breasts, "high school isn't the best place to be sporting these things. At least not so much of these things. Too bad. I like them big." "Then I'll make them as big as you want when you get home." Rachel shook her head. "I know you have to obey me, Moira, but I don't want to abuse you here." "It's not like that. I told you that my powers have weakened over the centuries for a lack of use. Well, the more I use them, the more I'll return to my original strength. So..." Moira snapped her fingers and Rachel's breasts surged out a good three cup sizes. "How big do you want them?" Rachel massaged them, smiling. "How big can you make them?" "A lot bigger than that." "Show me. Make them as big as--" suddenly Rachel couldn't speak. The mere sensation of her breasts growing was overwhelming her. Moira was making it feel so good that Rachel's senses were overloaded. They were growing huge and growing fast, within seconds that had passed her armful that she'd had the day before. She buckled under the weight and the sensory overload, and landed on her massive breasts, but they had grown so much so quickly she didn't have far to fall. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered that she was facing down but rising up, two mounds of flesh expanded in all directions, filling the floor, lifting her entirely off her feet, and she didn't know if she would orgasm or pass out first. Both happened simultaneously. ------ Rachel did not want to go into work on Saturday. She'd been spending almost all of her free time for the last week in her room, playing with her own body, growing all kinds of ways - taller, or muscular, or bigger over all, or blowing up her butt and breasts until the floor creaked under her weight. It had been massively difficult to concentrate on homework, and nearly failing a test on Friday had sobered her up a bit. Rachel had put the mirror away that night, determined to get things back to normal over the weekend. It was just that nothing seemed as interesting, or felt as good, as lying back on her bed while her breasts grew to cover her entire body. But she couldn't get ruined by this; she still had a life away from the mirror, and Rachel knew she had to get back to that life. She was also feeling kinda selfish; Moira clearly had a lot of power, and there had to be some way she could harness it to help people other than herself. After a few hours of shelving books, Rachel excused herself to the ladies room, and when she knew she was alone, she leaned over the sink and splashed her face with water in an attempt to wake up. "Come on", she thought to herself, "let's get going here. You used to care about this job." She wiped her face dry, looked at herself in the mirror, and sighed. Suddenly her reflection stood up and looked around. "Huh." Moira said. "Interesting." Although she had already checked the stalls, Rachel reflexively looked in both directions to make sure no one was watching. "What are you doing here? How--" "Not sure. Maybe my magic wasn't the only thing that weakened over the years. Perhaps the curse I'm held under is starting to crack." She walked out of the mirror, and her face appeared in a smaller one by the door. "Looks like I'm still anchored to you. Very interesting." "No kidding. This opens the door for something I've been wanting to do anyway." Moira walked back to the mirror over the sink. When she entered, she was massaging her breasts, which swelled under her hands. Rachel felt hers grow out in response. "What on earth could that be?" Moira asked sarcastically. "Actually--" The door opened and Linda hobbled in. "Oh, there you are. You okay, dear? You've seemed kind of preoccupied today." Rachel looked at Linda's club foot, and her bent-over posture that left her leaning on a cane. "Yeah, actually, I'm fine." Linda went for one of the stalls, as and soon as her back was turned, Rachel whispered at the mirror, "Fix her. Heal her." "Did you say something, dear?" Linda said, turning around. Moira's magic kicked in, and Linda started straightening up. Rachel wanted to delay her, keep her in range of the bathroom mirror. "Oh, no. No, I didn't. Why?" Linda's upper body rose up straighter and straighter, her left leg ankle twisted itself right, and her supportive shoe morphed to match the regular one on the right. Linda shrugged. "Thought I heard something." She dropped her cane, which vanished before it hit the floor, and turned around again and strided into the bathroom, totally physically restored. Rachel turned back to Moira and mouthed "thanks" before going back to work. Moira stayed there a bit after she was gone, smiling. ------ During the week, Rachel had a daily lunchtime routine of going by a far-flung girl's bathroom at the edge of the school. Before, it had been to brush her hair and refresh the little makeup she had worn in relative privacy. Now it was to have fun. For Rachel, it was changing that she looked forward to; sure, it was nice to have breasts the size of watermelons, but nothing compared to the look and feeling of having them grow, or watching them overwhelm a shirt. Since Moira had become portable, Rachel was indulging her powers at least twice a day before she even got home. And today she had gone through three classes being relatively short and with her original DD breasts. "Wow, I'm amazed you lasted this long" Moira said, the moment Rachel opened the door. "I expected you'd endure 15 minutes looking like that before you changed your mind and came running back." She paced freely across three wide mirrors than ran the length of the wall. As far as Rachel could tell, Moira genuinely enjoyed helping fulfill her every body-centric fantasy; whether it was because the curse that bound her, or because it was bringing Moira's full powers back on line, Rachel didn't know. "What, these?" Rachel said, hoisting her already pert breasts up higher. "Well, I do get fewer cat call this way, and they make PE easier. But I could use about 6 inches of height." Moira rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers. The world began to shrink around Rachel as she grew, stretching upwards. Her midriff started to show as her shirt was pulled up higher. The perspective of the bathroom changed as her eyeline got higher and higher. Finally it stopped. Moira hoisted her own breasts up, mimicking the move Rachel had made earlier. "Now can we fix these?" "No," Rachel said, coyly, "it's been a while since I was well-toned. I wouldn't mind going through the rest of the day with some biceps." Moira made an exasperated sigh and waved her hand. Suddenly Rachel was growing again, but this time it was out and around. She felt the power flow into her arms and legs, strength solidifying as toned - but not bulging - muscles as her entire body took a new shape of a peak athlete. Rachel held out her arm in front of her and watched it grow and tighten, and even as she knew it was becoming heavy with muscle she felt it get lighter as her entire body became more powerful. She flexed her arm and was rewarded with a noticeable bicep. Moira, who now reflected Rachel's almost Amazonian look, once again proffered up her breasts. "Crowning touch, already?" They were interrupted. Susan Hirmen, Rachel's current lab partner for chemistry, walked into the bathroom - or maybe "waddled" was a more appropriate term, since she was fairly obese. Susan made the raised-eyebrow eye-contact hello and Rachel, pretending to fix her hair, nodded back. Susan went into the first stall, which also happened to be the handicapped one, and as soon as the door closed Rachel's reflection put down her hairbrush. Moira hoisted her breasts up again, impatiently, but Rachel shook her head - it would be hard to enjoy it right now. Suddenly the door opened again and a duo Rachel had mentally named The Bitch Twins strolled in. Sandy and Mandy were their actual names, and they weren't really sisters, but they traveled together and worked as a team in tearing down freaks, geeks, and anyone who actually knew the answers in class. Rachel had been a favorite target of their for years, a fact which everyone except her had forgotten entirely; after all, in this new reality, Rachel looked like some form of a goddess at all times, the kind of girl immune from teasing from slightly less gorgeous high-schoolers. For a second Rachel thought she'd be standing there for a good long time pretending to fixing her hair - she was already getting wet from morphing so far, and didn't want to leave without doing her breasts, but if the Bitch Twins pulled out their collection of makeup they'd be planted in front of the mirror for the rest of lunch. But they weren't going for their makeup. They both seemed to be grinning at each other, holding back giggles. Like they had caught something. "So Sandy, I hear you're back on a diet." Mandy said, turning on a faucet, so as to pretend they were there on beauty business. "Well, yeah. I want to fit into that prom dress I got." Sandy replied nonchalantly. "Oh, sure, you don't want to look like that Susan. God, do you remember when she wore a dress to school one time?" "Oh, please. I know black's a slimming color, but it's not going to do anything for that cow. Even if it took five pounds off she's still have 300 to go." Rachel felt a sharp pang. They had aimed that shit at her, and she remembered that no matter how vapid or stupid their remarks had been, they'd still hurt. She knew that Susan was on the other side of the door, where Rachel had been, and doing the same things Rachel had done herself: furiously trying to convince herself that she shouldn't care, she wouldn't care, that she wouldn't let two cruel airheads get to her. But that never worked. "Hey, maybe she's here in this bathroom. You shouldn't be so mean." "Naw, it's at the end of the building. She couldn't walk out here without breaking a sweat. And even if she did, the handicapped stall is the only one she'd fit in." They started laughing, and Rachel's new muscles flexed involuntarily. She wanted to fix this, she wanted them to hurt back. And she had the power to. Moira, right there, a genie, a god at her beck and call, who could give them everything they deserved... if only she could call her. Rachel's mind raced - maybe she could gesture her intentions. Moira had said something earlier about changing a person's mind, maybe she was powerful enough now to erase their memories if Rachel spoke out loud. Maybe-- "Maybe we can do something about this." Rachel started. It had been her voice, Moira's voice, but her reflection hadn't spoken, and the Bitch Twins were still giggling as if no voice had interrupted them. Rachel's reflection raised an eyebrow, and the voice came through again, clearly, in Rachel's head. "What shall I do to them?" "You've gotten a hell of a lot more powerful" Rachel thought back. "Yes, I have. Now how should I use it?" Rachel's blood started rushing. "Well," she thought, "let's give them a taste of this fat they keep making fun of." Now it was Sandy and Mandy's turn to grow. Not up, not muscled, but fatter. It started slowly, their sharp features softening out, their tiny waists widening out, their clothes becoming baggier to fit them. They stopped giggling, as if they were aware something was happening to them but they didn't know what. Then it accelerated, and they started expanding like balloons. Their arms slowly lifted up of their sides as they became wider and rounder. Rachel noticed something and made a correction, "no extra fat in their breasts, Moira, I want them obese everywhere but there." The twin's breasts deflated while the rest of them bulged out in every direction. They both started going for the door, as if they had forgotten their business in the bathroom, and by the time they waddled out of the range of the mirrors, they were even larger, and less shapelier, than Susan was. They weren't making fun of anyone ever again. As the door closed, the stall door opened, and Susan cautiously peered out. "They're gone." Rachel said. She knew that Susan didn't know what they looked like yet, so her memories hadn't adjusted accordingly. "Oh, thank god." Susan said, walking out of the stall. She crossed her arms and looked down at the tiles. "I hate those girls. I hate them so much." "Hey, you should feel sorry for them." Susan looked up, puzzled. Rachel smiled. "After all, you've got a body they could only dream of." She flung a few mental commands at Moira, and Susan began changing. The thinning started with her left arm. Her fingers shrunk down, then her hand, then her arm, as the fat disappeared and her flesh tightened up. Her face melted away to something leaner and better-featured, her neck tightened, her collar bones became visible. Her body shrank every way but vertically, as pound after pound of fat vanished into this air, until she stood there, thin but not emaciated, stunned as her memories adjusted to her new body. "Hmm, too far." Rachel thought. "Put some curves back on her." Susan's hips widened out, but not her waist. Her rear grew back some, but this time it was round and tight. Then her breasts surged out, billowing to a nice melon size. Rachel had an involuntary tingle between her legs. "Oh, you liked that, didn't you?" Moira thought in a wry voice. "I'm not a lesbian." Rachel thought back. "You may prefer guys, but you like breasts, and you love breasts getting bigger, don't you?" Susan's tits surged out again, and she actually seemed to notice, as her hands went straight for them. Susan looked up at Rachel, shocked. Rachel shifted, unable to tear her eyes away from Susan's chest. Moira thought cooly. "I guess I am getting much more powerful, and apparently I do have power over people's minds again." Susan started moaning as her breasts swelled larger and larger, overflowing her hands. She suddenly pulled off her shirt and bra as fast as she could, eager to get to her breasts, and when her clothes lay on the floor she pushed her growing boobs into her face, moaning and writhing as they swelled bigger. "And I know," Moira said, "what you'd really enjoy." Susan stopped, looked up at Rachel, and let her breasts drop. They didn't fall far; not only were they large and perfectly round, they barely sagged an inch. "Rachel, you've done this to me?" "Well, not re--" "I like it. And I think you do too." Susan approached her. Rachel knew Moira had done a good number on Susan's mind, because any normal person would be freaking out right now, but Susan seemed almost... "I'm grateful, very grateful, and I'd like to repay you. Can I do that? I'll let you do whatever you want to me, and I'll enjoy every second of it. You can put me back to normal when we're done here, and I won't remember a thing." Susan massaged her bowling-ball sized breasts around and around. "Please?" Rachel's heart was racing, and underwear was getting wet, but she realized she could get the hang of this; as long as she stuck to harmless fun and didn't do anything bad to Susan that she'd regret later. She reached out and lifted Susans' breasts, feeling their significant weight, their perfect round shape, their bounciness. "All right," Rachel said, "but these are going to have to be a LOT bigger." ------ Rachel thought that she might get bored of breasts eventually, or get used to the power, but neither happened. It never got old. She still went to school during the week, and shelved books on the weekend, but now her routine involved changing the people around her as she went. Moira was getting even more powerful, and could now reside in any reflective surface, but Rachel didn't even notice her most of the time. She enjoyed acting like a benevolent genie, rewarding good people and punishing the bad through changing the minds, memories, and bodies around her. When she sauntered into work one Saturday, James met her at the punch clock. "Just to let you know, Michael's back from vacation. Better watch out." Michael. She'd forgotten all about him. The lecherous womanizer would be after someone who looked like her all day, she realized, and with everyone's memories adjusted to her new body they probably had recollections of him chasing her around. "Thanks for the warning, James, but I think I can handle him." "Oh, I didn't mean to imply, you know, that you couldn't..." He was turning bright red, trying to decide if he had said something offensive and should backpedal, "But you know--" "Would you like to have lunch with me today, James?" "Yes!" He blurted out, then turned a solid magenta and looked around frantically as if trying to find an exit. "Well, yes, I'd like to, but I hope you don't think, you know, that I, I, I..." "See you at noon then." James took the opportunity and bolted before he could humiliate himself further. "Poor James." Linda said, walking up. "He has the worst thing for you." Yes, he did, Rachel thought. And his stuttering and awkwardness had just increased a hundred-fold since she started coming to work with gigantic breasts. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye, in the reflection off the time clock's glass, and realized Linda's chest was filling out, becoming rounder and fuller. "Unbelievable", Rachel thought, "All I do is think of breasts and Moira causes every one in range of a reflective surface to grow bigger." Not that Rachel was complaining. As Linda turned her back and left, Rachel focused her thoughts and commanded her coworker to grow larger and larger. She watched Linda's walking become more laborious with every step as her breasts grew larger and heavier, until she had thirty of pounds of flesh bouncing on her chest. Rachel made a mental note to put her back to normal at the end of the day, and do something nice to her later to make up for playing with her body like that. She was also going to have to take care of Michael before he trained his sights on Linda, which would take all of three seconds once he saw the new her. Fortunately, Rachel didn't have to wait long. "I've got some cream for my coffee, Rachel, but I was wondering if you could give me some sugar." Rachel groaned and turned around to face Michael's stupid grin. He wouldn't have been half as annoying if he wasn't so goddamned cheesy about it. Better get this over with and get to work. "You know, Michael, you realized a few years ago that while you liked women, what you really wanted was to *be* one." The grin melted off his face as his memories adjusted to her suggestions. "That's why you decided to get a sex change." Michael sucked in a breath. His hair became longer, his face and features became slightly more effeminate, as if he had undergone hormone therapy but there had only been so much the hormones could do. His collared shirt morphed into a blouse, his pants into a skirt, and his shoes into pumps. Two fake breasts popped out of his chest, one after the other. The finally effect wasn't pretty: he didn't fully look like a woman, but like a guy who had gotten a sex change. "All your coworkers were so supportive through the whole thing, you decided to turn your character around as well. You had a chance to become a new person, so you decided to be nice to people, to do good things, to become honest and dependable. You're a completely different now; you're a guy, sorry, a girl that everyone likes, Michelle." The newly-minted Michelle put her hand to her head briefly, like she had a headache, and then perked up. "Well, Rachel, nice talking to you! Let's get to work, huh?" Rachel smiled as the new Michelle strutted off, greeting and being greeted by everyone on the staff, who were all suddenly glad to see their coworker back from vacation. "Enjoying yourself, are you?" Moira asked. Rachel dropped her bag in her locker and headed to the nearest shelving cart. "The world's getting a bit better, Moira, and I like making that happen." ------ When Rachel hit the clock for lunch, James was already there, already bright red and looking like he was one embarrassment away from peeing his pants. Rachel could swear his glasses were fogging up. "Sheesh", Moira thought, "dating him is going to be impossible until he gets some confidence." Rachel smiled. She already knew how to fix that. "So," he said, getting at least one syllable out without stuttering, "Wh-where do you want to-to go?" "The back room." "What?" Rachel grabbed him and dragged him away before he could react. The old card catalog room would work. After the library had computerized everything, which was a good 20 years ago, they had still kept the cards around in one of the unused offices. The boxes had been dumped only a few months ago, and the room had been unoccupied since then. There were a few empty bookcases and one desk still remaining, but Rachel knew they wouldn't be disturbed. She pushed James in and closed the door. "I want to show you something." She took off her shirt and revealed her goddess-like figure, and the fact that she wasn't even wearing a bra. His bright red face drained away to a dead white. She laughed. "Oh, that's not even half of it." She closed her eyes, and she mentally commanded him: "Remember what everything was like. Don't freak out. You can be amazed, but don't be afraid." Her left breast grew out. Bigger, fuller, rounder, like a balloon inflating, until it was huge - twice the size of the melon on the right. James's eyes widened and he made a kind of throat noise, but he was ultimately drawn forward. He touched her larger breast, carefully at first, then he stroked it, lifted it. Rachel grabbed his other hand and thrust it against the right one. "I'm going to even this up here." She made it grow in his palm, pushing his hand back towards him as she grew out. Her nipple grew larger and thicker between his fingers. Finally she was symmetrical again. "Much better." She said. "Rachel, what are you doing? What is this?" "Magic. Real, actual magic. And it can do a lot more than breasts." Rachel grew taller, and her entire body became strong and toned. She flexed her arms and smiled. "I can do the same to you." "Oh, god, yes. Please." Rachel turned the powers on James. He was shocked, then elated, as he realized he was getting taller. He watched the room shrink around him, he held out his arms and watched them get longer. He was a good six-four when he leveled off. "My god!" He cried happily, "I'm so much bigger!" "No, you're just taller. Now I'm going to make you bigger." She started with the frame, making his bones thicker, his ribcage bigger, his shoulders wider. Then his skin rippled to life as muscles started filling out every surface. He appeared to be liquid before everything solidified into an Addonis-like body. He grinned. "I think I know what you're going to do next." Rachel shrugged. "If you insist." James's hand went involuntarily for his crotch as a rush of sensation filled it. In fact, something did seem to be filling it, because his dick and his balls felt like they were expanding in every direction. He hurriedly undid his pants and jerked down his underwear, and his new gigantic package spilled out into the open, where he could finally see his penis growing out of his body, getting longer and thicker every second. His balls grew heavier, wider and lower. Finally his dick was down to his knees and as thick as an arm. He reached down and ran his hands the length of it, and cupped his balls to feel the weight, although they were far too big for one hand to contain any more. "This is amazing", he said, "but I'm too big for you now." "I can get as big as I want." Rachel replied, and started growing to prove her point. She wasn't just getting taller, but bigger, her entire body enlarging in proportion. She walked over and held him as she grew and James watched her come up to his eyeline and pass it. He felt her breasts migrating up his chest and growing larger, pushing him away as they swelled out, rising higher and higher, brushing past his face and over his head. When Rachel stopped growing, her beach-ball sized breasts hung over him by a few inches. James, leaned back, reached up and grasped her gigantic nipple. Rachel trembled. "Ooh", she tittered. "That's sensitive." "Really?" James jumped up, thrusting his right arm up through her cleavage, and the left arm around her breast. With his arms encircling her breast, he pulled himself off the floor, clamped his mouth around her nipple, and sucked as hard as he could. "Oh, my god!" Rachel gasped, and stumbled back. James helped her to the ground and mounted the gigantic woman, his penis becoming even larger and longer as it surged to an erection. He thrust himself deeply into her, over and over again, his giant balls slapping between him and her, and he watched her breasts bounce back and forth while they swelled larger and larger, until they where the size of prize pumpkins and still growing. Rachel rolled over and got on her knees, her breasts swelling, filling up in all directions until they pressed against her legs, and were big enough to support her torso. She hugged them, buried her face in them, and felt James fill her time after time after time, faster and faster until she screamed into her cleavage and James came. A power surged through her entire body; every fiber of her being tingled with a magic so great that she felt, she knew, she could do anything. She screamed mentally at her breasts: "Bigger! Bigger!" Her breasts grew even larger, infused with a power of their own, pushing her legs back and lifting her higher. They pressed against the desk and pushed it away effortlessly, as if nothing could stop them, nothing could contain them. James stumbled back and tried to regain his senses, but what he saw in front of him was incredible. Rachel was lifted off her feet as they grew under her, grew out, grew everywhere. The desk was pushed back until it hit the wall, and was crushed to splinters. Rachel basked in the sensation of being lifted higher and higher, of filling the room from wall to wall; she could make them as large as she could imagine, they could break out of this room, they could crush this building. James hurriedly climbed on top of her, and watched the unstoppable wall of flesh crush the desk and bookcases around them. And then, just as cracks appeared in the walls on all sides, Rachel murmured "that's enough". The growth stopped. James' head was inches from the ceiling. The door was totally blocked. And Rachel seemed to be asleep. When she came to, it was morning, and lights streamed through the skylight. James was asleep and curled up in her gargantuan cleavage. The flesh spread in all directions, taking up the entire room, wall-to-wall and at least six feet deep. She remembered how she had felt like a god, and had known as her breasts grew and grew and grew that filling up a room was pitifully easy; with her power she could have grown as big as she could image. Well, Moira's power. Rachel looked around the room to find a reflection anywhere - she wanted to thank her genie for a hell of an experience. But there wasn't a reflective surface anywhere. Not in the window sill (too rusted), not in the skylight (frosted plastic), and she couldn't find another glass or metal surface anywhere. Neither of them was wearing watches, and she didn't even have those shiny silver earrings she had taken to wearing. So where-- "There are no mirrors in here." Moira's voice intoned in her head. "I'm free of them now. Every time I used my power in your world I was able to get a hold in it." Rachel started, shaking the mounds of flesh she was attached to. Her mind flooded with visions of a freed, vengeful genie. "Fear not, Rachel." Moira assured her. "Though I am free of my prison, I am still a genie. I am still bound to you even if I'm not bound to that cursed mirror any more. As I told you before, genies are spirits being punished for their crimes against humanity. Our past deeds enslave us. But I may be able to break those shackles as well. You have a tendency of doing good, and by lending you my power, we can both earn some glowing karma." Rachel looked around at the mass of flesh she was perched upon. "I wouldn't consider this doing any good to anyone." "No, this is your fun. But fun isn't the only use you've made of my power, and now that I'm free you could do a lot more." Rachel sighed, and commanded her breasts to shrink again. As she dropped to the floor, she rolled the idea over in her mind. "I could travel the world, cure people, help people..." "Make good people better off and bad people, well, nicer. You could have your world peace after all." "I'm a little uncomfortable playing God." "You've done a decent job so far." Rachel's feet hit the ground, and her breasts continued to shrink as if being sucked back into her chest. James gently slipped off onto the floor, and woke with a start. He saw a still-Amazonian Rachel kneeling there, with two beanbag-chair sized breasts retreating from the walls. "So, it wasn't a dream, huh?" He said, looking around at the destroyed room. "Wow. My god, I mean, really, wow. What am I supposed to say?" She stood up and shrunk back to something close to a normal height. "James, I'm thinking of getting a little traveling in this summer. Would you like to go with me?" "Where?" Rachel shrugged. "Haven't decided yet." He smiled. "Sure." He pulled her forward and kissed her passionately. She grabbed him back, running her hands all over him. The world was in front of them, and Moira's incredible power was all hers. There was so much she could do, so much she would do, but she was going to enjoy this a little longer first. James' penis staring growing again, even larger, while Rachel's breasts bloomed back, swelling between them, getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. |