Christmas Presence

by Steve Palmer

The snowy Minnesota landscape glittered under the Christmas Eve moon as the train groaned into the station. On break from college, Rick Knudsen and Kelly Morris were arriving to spend Christmas Day with Rick�s family, and then they�d be be off again to see Kelly�s folks in Buffalo. After retrieving their luggage, Rick looked around for his sister Jackie who was supposed to meet them and take them to the house. Only a few people were milling about, and he didn�t see Jackie among them. As they looked around like little lost children, they heard someone laughing. A woman who had been leaning against the wall in a corner stepped toward them. She was a gorgeous brunette with hair cascading over her shoulders and a curvy figure all wrapped up in a long coat.

"Hey there, schoolboy," she said with a sultry smile. Rick did a double take and broke into a broad grin.
"Denise?" A jealous flush came upon Kelly as she watched the vixen stroll up to them confidently. Rick laughed, dropped his bags and scooped her into his arms. "Look at you! You grew up! And no glasses?"
"Contacts."
After a warm embrace, Rick turned and said, "Denise, this is Kelly Morris; Kelly this is my sister Denise."
They shook hands as Kelly breathed a great inner sigh of relief. His sister. "Nice to meet you, Denise."
"Same here."
"Where�s Jackie? I thought she was picking us up."
"She�s at home. I wanted to come get you �cause I just got my driver�s license."
"Oh, that�s right! Sweet sixteen!"
Kelly was shocked. "You're sixteen?"
Denise nodded. "A week ago," she said, punching Rick hard in the arm.
"Ow! I�m sorry I forgot, Denise... I had mid-terms!"
"No excuse. You�re in the doghouse, buster."
"Yeah, I live there."
"You guys ready to go?" she asked.
"Lead the way."

They pulled in at the Knudsen home, hauled their suitcases onto the front porch and stomped off the snow. Stepping through the door, they entered a different world, with wonderful food aromas greeting their noses, sparkling decorations all around, a huge Christmas tree in one corner and laughter from another part of the house drowning out the Holiday music playing low on the stereo.

A tall handsome man, an older version of Rick, appeared from a hallway carrying a drink in one hand, closely followed by a young girl of undeterminable age. She seemed about nine or ten years old, but Kelly couldn�t help but notice that she was sprouting breasts already, so it was hard to guess how old she might be.
"Hey there, Rick, great to see ya!" his father exclaimed heartily, giving him a bear hug. Then he turned and offered his hand to Kelly, saying, "You must be Kelly. I�m Karl, Rick�s dad."
"Hi! Thanks for inviting me, Mr. Knudsen."
"Karl, please; pleasure to have you here. Rick told me how pretty you are. He sure is right!" Kelly felt herself blush, which made her even more embarrassed. "And this young lady here is Cindy. Cindy, this is Kelly."
"Hi, Cindy! Nice to meet you."
"H'lo," she answered with a bashful grin.
"Everyone else is in the kitchen," Karl explained. "We�re real informal around here. Get yourselves settled and come on back!" He turned to leave, adding, "Denise, why don�t you take their coats and put them in the closet, okay sweetheart?"
"Sure, Dad," she said as she removed her own coat, revealing her extremely large bust.

Denise

"Whoa, Denise! You sure did some growing since I�ve been away!"
"Whoa, Denise! You sure did some growing since I�ve been away!"
"Yeah, well what do you expect," she answered indifferently. Taking their coats, she disappeared down the hall, calling out, "Rick is here!" In a moment, footsteps came down the stairs and another sister emerged, even bustier than Denise, wearing blue jeans and a red Christmas sweater. Her braless tits caromed under the sweater as she pranced up to Rick and hugged him. A white stripe at the sweater�s bust line widened in front due to the great size of her boobs, accentuating their prominence.
"Kelly, this is my sister Jackie. This is Kelly Morris."
"Hi! Glad you could come."
"Thanks," Kelly replied, feeling flatter by the minute.
"Let me take your bags upstairs, and you can go into the kitchen and meet everyone else."
After Jackie excused herself and disappeared up the stairs with their suitcases, Kelly turned to Rick and remarked, "You weren�t exaggerating. Big boobs really do run in your family!"
"It�s more like they bounce all around in our family. Come on, let�s meet the rest of the folks."
On the way to the kitchen they came through the dining room where Fay, the oldest of the four sisters, was setting the table. She was wearing a pretty holiday dress which was very low cut, showing what seemed to Kelly like a yard of cleavage between her huge breasts which swung pendulously as she leaned over the table. They were much bigger than either Denise�s or Jackie�s, cantilevered out proudly from her torso. Kelly was speechless at the extreme size of this woman�s bosom. Never in her life had she even imagined anything that big. Fay set the handful of silver down when she saw Rick and went over to him, her massive chest bouncing heavily on the way. Her equally oversized nipples were clearly in evidence, even though she was wearing an industrial-strength brassiere. She hugged Rick, doing the big-boob-lean, and then greeted Kelly warmly.
After some brief conversation, they went on to the kitchen, where their entrance was welcomed with loud enthusiasm. As Kelly met the relatives who were visiting for dinner, she noticed that most of the women were rather busty, though not to the degree as those in Jeff�s immediate family. Rick�s mom was occupied at the stove and was last in line to be introduced. When she turned around from stirring the gravy, Kelly felt the blood suddenly rush from her head.
Rick�s mom was a truly lovely, elegant woman. Her four daughters clearly got their good looks from their pretty mother, but that wasn�t all they had inherited. Her bust was bigger by far than any of her girls�, swelling out from her chest to a startling degree and filling the entire front of her blouse nearly down to her waist. Kelly managed to keep her eyes on the woman�s face as they spoke to each other, but the close proximity to those shockingly oversize breasts made her think she might faint.
Rick asked Kelly if she�d like something from the bar, which she gladly accepted. She then found a place to stand where she could lean against the counter for support. They spent a pleasant time hanging out in the kitchen while the roasting turkey filled the room with its savory aroma.
Shortly, Rick�s grandmother entered the kitchen in a wheelchair being pushed by Denise. Rick went over and hugged her, and then introduced her to Kelly. Grandma�s bust was the biggest of all the Knudsen women. It was incredibly enormous, filling her lap entirely and bulging over the arms of her chair.
After chatting with her for a bit, Kelly asked the way to the bathroom, and Denise volunteered to take her. On the way, she commented to Kelly, "Pretty outrageous boobs in this family, huh?"
Kelly nodded emphatically. "Yeah, you�re right about that."
"You looked pretty pale there for a minute when you saw my mom."
"It was that obvious?"
"Oh, it�s no big deal, we get that all the time. All the women in our family tend to be real busty. And we just keep getting bigger and bigger with time."
"No wonder your Grandmother is so unbelievably big!"
"Yeah, Grandma�s not exactly built for speed. The only reason she�s in a wheelchair is because she tends to fall forward when she stands."
"Serious?"
"Absolutely. But Grandpa died a happy man," They both snickered.
"I always wanted great big breasts, but all I got were these."
They arrived at a long hallway. "Bathroom�s down at the end," Denise said pointing.
While sitting on the commode, Kelly saw a bra strap sticking out of a laundry hamper and couldn�t resist. She pulled it out and looked at the label. It was an F-cup. Must be Denise�s, Kelly thought. She held it up to her own bodice as she sat there, imagining herself with big breasts.

At supper, as everyone sat around the dining room table, Kelly thought to herself that pound for pound there was more bosom in that house than there was in her entire school. As Fay carved the turkey (an honor passed down to her from her father) her gigantic breasts shook and swayed within the cavernous bodice of her dress. When she worked at an area where the meat was difficult to cut, she applied so much body english to her effort that Kelly wondered if those colossal boobs might come rolling out of the yawning neckline of Fay�s dress. They kept bouncing and shuddering heavily, a sight that Kelly could barely wrest her eyes away from. She did notice that Rick�s uncle Hank was at least as mesmerized by the acrobatics of those phenomenal mammaries as she was, if not more so. Then she saw that her own fascination had become a source of amusement for Denise, who smiled and wagged her eyebrows in agreement. Kelly grinned back and subtly thrust her own chest out for a moment as she widened her eyes in amazement.

Slices of meat fell from the fat turkey, and steaming dishes were passed from person to person as everyone loaded their plates with the luscious food. The voluminous Knudsen bosoms were all pressed against the edge of table in order for their owners to sit close enough to eat. The culinary orgy lasted until no one could hold another bite, throwing their napkins onto the table as if signaling surrender.

That night, after the dinner guests left, Kelly was assigned sleeping quarters with Denise, since there was an extra bed in her room. When the time came, Kelly followed Denise to her bedroom. As soon as she shut the door, Denise reached up under her shirt, unhooked her bra, and after a well-practiced maneuver, slipped it out through her sleeve. "Whew! I�m glad to get that thing off."

They stayed up late talking and laughing quietly, getting to know each other and becoming friends.
"I have to confess - I saw a bra in the bathroom and sneaked a peek," Kelly said sheepishly. Denise grinned. "It was an F-cup. Yours?"
"An old one. I�m about to pop out of it though. I�ve been developing like crazy the last few months, like tits are going out of style. My new bras are double-F or G." Kelly�s eyes widened appropriately, to Denise�s delight. "Mom makes me wear one, but Jackie gets away with going braless just about all the time. Drives Mom crazy. But she�s eighteen and does pretty much whatever she wants."
"Jackie�s pretty darn big to be going around with no bra."
"She�s big but she carries it well. We all do. They just stick right out." To Kelly�s surprise, Denise lifted up the front of her shirt to demonstrate, revealing her wonderfully large and beautifully shaped breasts. "See - they wiggle around a lot but they don�t get real saggy."
Kelly sighed. "They�re really pretty, Denise. You�re so lucky."

It was getting close to midnight when they decided they�d better go to sleep. Denise got up off the bed and whisked off her shirt, baring her extraordinary breasts. Kelly surreptitiously watched Denise�s naked tits bob around while she searched through a drawer for a nightgown. She felt excited and at the same time ashamed for the delight she found in seeing her new friend�s extravagantly large boobs.

As Kelly changed into her bedclothes, she was embarrassed by her own exposed bosom, hopelessly minuscule in comparison to the others in the house.
"You know what big-boobed Minnesota girls do to keep warm in the winter?" Denise asked.
"What?" replied Kelly.
Denise turned around and presented herself with a giggle. She had pulled a knitted woolen cap over each breast. Kelly burst into laughter at the sight.

The moon cast a faint light through the window like a sprinkling of snow across the room. Resting in the dark, Kelly listened to the ticking of an alarm clock. She could see Denise�s dim form in the bed across from hers, lying on her side with her nightgown slightly askew exposing a generous portion of her big beautiful boobs, piled one on top of the other. She thought about how lovely the women of this family were and how exciting it was to see so many voluptuously huge bosoms. Being in their home, so welcomed and accepted, she felt a blissful peace. Yet within that peace was a ripple of disturbance that was her yearning to be like them - to have great, full breasts like Denise�s. Or like Jackie�s. Or even like Fay�s tremendous pair. Heck, as long as she was wishing, why not go for tits the size of their Mom�s? She imagined what it would be like to have such incredibly enormous boobs bulging out from her own chest, like two watermelons stuffed under her blouse. The thought began to arouse her.

In the quiet of the house she could hear the grandfather clock downstairs as it chimed. She counted along with it. It was midnight. Christmas. She�d better settle in and get some sleep.
She was drifting into the no-man�s-land between sleep and waking when she thought she heard a male voice say her name. She opened her eyes and saw no one at first, but then noticed a slight motion out of the corner of her eye. Startled, she sat up. It was the figure of a person, but it was not solid. I�m seeing a ghost, she thought. She felt no fear, however. As the vision coalesced into the shape of a man, Kelly sat unable to move or speak. The figure was bearded and wore a long robe the color of blood. If she could have uttered a sound she might have laughed as it occurred to her that he might be Santa. But this was not Santa Claus. This vision was more like the portrayals of Father Christmas she had seen from European cultures. He smiled at her with such love that tears came to her eyes, and then he faded away.
Kelly lay back down again and pulled the covers up to her neck. How utterly strange, she thought. Now it�s going to take me hours to get to sleep.
But the next thing she was aware of was the morning light coming through the window and Cindy�s little voice squealing, "It�s Christmas, Denise!"
Kelly sat up and saw the young girl standing in the doorway with her hand holding the knob. When she saw Kelly, she became suddenly sheepish in front of the stranger. "Hi. Sorry."
"S�okay."
Denise stirred. "Huh?"
"It�s Christmas!" Cindy and Kelly said in unison. They grinned widely at each other for their synchroneity and the girl turned and left.
"Well!" said Denise, sitting up. "Happy Christmas!"
"Happy Christmas to you!" Kelly answered, snickering at Denise�s disheveled hair.
Swinging their legs over the side of their beds, they rose and got dressed. Denise put on only socks, slacks, panties and a knit shirt. When Kelly turned around, pulling her last item of clothing on, she noticed Denise�s nipples poking out and her great breasts bobbing around under her tight shirt.
"No bra this morning?"
"Never before breakfast, my dear. Besides - it�s Christmas!" She laughed.
"I had the weirdest dream last night. It seemed so real."
"What."
"I dreamed I saw Father Christmas."
Denise looked at her silently for several seconds and then said, "Hm. Well - are you ready to go downstairs?"

Their family tradition held that stockings may be opened prior to eating breakfast, but the gifts had to wait until afterward. Cindy ate in less than three minutes and then became cheerleader, urging the others to hurry. After everyone had finished eating, Cindy quickly cleared the dishes off the table; it was the only day of the year that she did so without being told.

Apparently the no-bras-before-breakfast rule applied to all the women, even Grandma. And no one bothered to put one on before adjourning to the living room and finding a place to sit around the Christmas tree. Kelly couldn�t decide who was more amusing, the little old woman sitting there dominated by her gigantic boobs, or the dignified and poised Mrs. Knudsen looking like some silicone-gorged exotic dancer, nearly popping the buttons of her sweater with her mammoth breasts.
Fay looked absolutely stunning in a clingy red long-sleeved knit dress that hugged every curve of her extraordinary figure. Her huge breasts seemed to be struggling to burst out into freedom, wobbling gloriously with every movement. Kelly wondered if Fay was chilly or if her nipples were normally that big. It was hard for her to imagine them getting any bigger, but later that morning as the fire in the hearth began to subside, they indeed became substantially more pronounced.
Jackie had on a nightshirt that made her look like she was smuggling volleyballs. Volleyballs that had each sprouted a Vienna sausage at the front. Jackie�s magnificent boobs stretched her nightshirt tight as a drum up top. When she stood, the extreme volume of her bust raised the hemline of the garment up to mid-thigh level in front, while at the back it came down to her knees.
Kelly enjoyed watching the family exchange gifts, and was delighted, if slightly embarrassed, when one of the presents turned out to be for her. "But I don�t have anything to give you!" she protested.
"Oh, hush, Kelly. How could you know what to get for each of us?" Jeff�s Mother scolded her lovingly. "We�re not giving this to you in order to get something back. We can�t let you just sit there on Christmas morning and not have any presents!"
"You�re so kind. I appreciate this."
"It�s just a little something."
Kelly opened it a found a beautiful pair of turquoise and silver earrings, which she loved.
As the morning progressed and the floor filled with ruined wrapping paper, Kelly felt more and more comfortable with the Knudsens. Nestled on the couch next to Rick, she found it difficult to keep her eyes away from all the phenomenal bosoms trembling and shuddering around her. It made her own breasts ache. She eventually decided that since it was a no-bra Christmas, she wasn�t going to be the only one in the room wearing one. She excused herself and went to Denise�s room. After removing it and stashing it in her suitcase, she returned to the festivities feeling wonderfully free and relieved.

The next morning, Rick and Kelly began packing for their trip to see her folks. They hated that their schedule didn�t allow them more time to spend with Rick�s family, but they promised to come back for a more leisurely stay during spring break. As Kelly packed her suitcase, Denise sat cross-legged on her bed, chatting as she watched.

"I�m glad you came to visit us."
"Me too. I wish we weren�t leaving so soon. We just got here."
"I know. But we�re looking forward to seeing you again in the spring. Everybody likes you a lot."
"I�m glad. I like your family too."
"I have a good feeling about you and my brother."
Kelly stopped sorting through her things and looked at Denise. Not a soul knew about their talk of marriage. "You do, huh?"
Denise nodded. "And I have something for you," she said, taking a small present from under her pillow. "But don�t open it now. Wait until you�re alone."
"Well, thank you! You didn�t have to do this."
Denise grinned. "No biggie."
Kelly took it and gave Denise a hug, and then put the gift into an inside pocket of her coat.

Once again they were on the train, Rick dozing next to Kelly as she watched the snowy Minnesota countryside rolling by. She felt chilly so she kept her coat on, though nobody else seemed uncomfortable. And her nipples were tender again for some reason. She glanced around to see if anyone could see her, and then reached inside her coat to feel her breast. It was a little tender and swollen. Her knuckles bumped against Denise�s gift inside her coat pocket. She had forgotten all about it and this was the perfect time to open it: she had nothing else to do and it would take her mind off her discomfort.

She untied the ribbon and removed the paper. Inside the box was a note laying atop something wrapped in tissue. Kelly read the letter:

It wasn�t a dream about seeing Father Christmas in my room the other night. He was really here. Four years ago I saw him myself on Christmas Eve when my sister Cindy had pneumonia. She was so sick we were afraid she was going to die, but Christmas morning she woke up without a fever and by the end of the day she was well. That was all I wanted for Christmas that year. I was wishing it at midnight and he came to me.

I�m pretty sure I know what you were wishing for when you saw him. You might need this.
Love,
Denise

Unfolding the tissue paper, Kelly discovered Denise�s old F-cup bra that she�d seen in the laundry hamper. Kelly started laughing, trying to be quiet about it so as not to wake Rick. But how strange that Denise had seen the same vision - or had the same dream, whichever it was.

Pondering these things in her heart, she gazed out the window and drifted off to sleep.
When she awoke they were about 45 minutes away from Minneapolis, where they would disembark and then catch a plane to Buffalo where her family lived. She looked over at Rick and saw he was still asleep. Squirming uncomfortably in her seat, it dawned on her that she needed to use the restroom, so she stepped past Rick and made her way to the other end of the car.
After closing the door behind her, she took off her coat and hung it on a hook. Her clothing had become twisted around on her body so she made a few adjustments, but no matter she readjusted her bra she could not make it comfortable. Frustrated, she took off her blouse so she could remove the offending brassiere. As she pulled at the clasp behind her back, she realized that something was very different. No wonder she was uncomfortable: her bra had shrunk! Either that or her breasts had become much bigger, which of course was imposs -
A chill went down her spine. Turning to the mirror, she saw that her B-cup bra was desperately fighting a losing battle to contain her breasts, which had indeed become substantially larger. After a moment of dazed staring, she resumed her effort to remove the brassiere. The pulling and yanking proved too much for the flimsy undergarment however, and the stitching between the cups suddenly ripped and the bra burst open, letting her tits bounce free. Yes, bounce! Bewildered, she stood on her toes for a moment and then let her weight fall back down on her heels. They bounced again. Kelly gasped in astonished delight.
After a couple minutes of jubilant if befuddled admiration, she disciplined herself to sit down and attend to her original purpose. She found it hard to concentrate and did nothing for a long while. As she sat, she felt herself becoming light-headed and was afraid she might be getting sick. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, which helped somewhat. Eventually she was able to urinate which was some small relief, but her head was still swimming. Finally she began to feel better and opened her eyes so she could clean up and get out of there. Upon looking down she gasped at the sight of her bare breasts. They had become conspicuously bigger than they�d been just a moment before! In a few seconds she was standing at the mirror again, verifying that what she perceived was in fact true. There they were. She clutched them gently and felt their new volume and weight. They were by now quite a bit larger than anything she had ever hoped for or wished they -
She suddenly remembered Denise�s note. She got it out of her coat pocket and read it again. It was true. Her mind had not wanted to believe that something this bizarre could be real. But she had been wishing for bigger tits at exactly midnight on Christmas Eve, and she had seen a vision. With a shrug, she took Denise�s bra out of the tissue and tried it on. It was still way too big, as she knew it would be, but she filled much more of it now than she would have not long ago. If Denise knew this would happen, could she also have known how big Kelly�s boobs would finally become? It was an exciting thought that she might end up with F-cup breasts! She�d have to buy a bunch of new clothes and answer a lot of questions from friends and family, but what fun!
A knock at the door startled her from her reverie. She had lost track of time and had probably been in there long enough to really irritate whoever was out there. "Just a minute," she called. Without removing the bra, Kelly quickly put her blouse and coat back on, then opened the door and slipped sheepishly past a frowning man as she muttered an apology.
Making her way back to her seat, she felt the strange sensation of her breasts swaying within the big bra as the train rocked. She liked that. She found Rick, still asleep, and stepped quietly past him and sat down.
She mentally began revising her self-image. She was becoming a new person. A big-breasted woman! Not "petite" little Kelly any more. Sizzling bikinis and low necklines. Rick would love it too; he always enjoyed bragging about the buxom women in his family (though she had never comprehended how extremely well endowed they truly were until she�d met them). She wondered if she was still growing and discreetly reached under her coat to see. They did seem bigger than when she�d last felt them.
How big will they get? she wondered. If it was true that this was actually the result of a wish she�d made, then what exactly had she wished for? She gazed out the window trying to remember. Denise�s voluptuous breasts had certainly inspired her to envy. How exciting it�d be if she became that busty!
She thought about how astonishing it was to see the women in Rick�s family for the first time. Denise seemed incredibly bosomy until she saw Jackie with her bulky sweater stretched tight at the bust by her great, unbrassiered boobs. But Kelly had nearly peed in her pants when Fay met them wearing that striking dress with the neckline cut down to her knees. What incredibly huge breasts she had! But their mother�s bosom - so staggeringly enormous...
She had triggered a memory. These musings were much the same as those she was having when she�d had the dream (vision?) about Father Christmas. Whoa! Was I wishing for boobs the size of Mrs. Knudsen�s when the clock struck midnight? Or was I thinking about Denise, or one of her sisters? Good grief, was Grandma on my mind? I�d hate to be confined to a wheelchair because of giant tits. She chuckled to herself quietly. But on the other hand, don�t knock it if you haven�t - ouch!
Kelly sat up. It was the same feeling of discomfort she�d had not long ago when her breasts began outgrowing her other bra! But this was worse! She heard a pop and felt her bosom suddenly shift a bit. What?! It can�t be! She opened her coat to check, and was shocked by what she saw. Her bust was now so big that she had burst a button off her blouse, and through the gap she saw Denise�s bra filled beyond capacity by her own swollen breasts.
She gasped loudly, turning a few heads and causing Rick to stir. She quickly closed her coat over herself and pretended to be normal. Rick continued his slumber and Kelly rose to retreat once again to the privacy of the restroom.
Once inside, she took off her coat and examined her reflection in the mirror. "What tits!" she exclaimed to herself in a hoarse whisper. She unbuttoned her damaged blouse and held it open to take in the full impact of her enlarged bosom. "Good grief!" She was wearing an F-cup bra and it was too small! Her breasts jutted out in front of her prominently, bulging over the top of the big brassiere. She was flabbergasted. As she stood there goggle-eyed, short ripping sounds began emanating the brassiere�s straps, clasps, and cup seams. Then the bra abruptly burst asunder and her fleshy tits spilled out, bouncing and wiggling vigorously. Open-mouthed, she gawked at herself in stunned disbelief. After removing her blouse and the ruined bra, she stood absorbing the vision of her new figure, turning this way and that in front of the mirror.

Kelly

"I�ve destroyed two perfectly good brassieres today. And the day�s not over yet! What am I going to do?"
I�ve destroyed two perfectly good brassieres today, she thought, cupping her hands under her lusciously ample boobs and testing their weight. And the day�s not over yet! What am I going to do?
She clasped her hands behind her head and did a little dance for herself, watching her bulbous tits frolic and cavort. She wished for a tape measure to see what her bust measurement was now, out of curiosity. After a while she put her coat back on, barely able to zip it over her protrusive bosom, and stuffed the blouse and bra into her coat pocket.
As Kelly returned to her seat, they announced their impending arrival in Minneapolis. She thought about the rest of their journey and the difficulties she faced, having nothing except a coat with which to cover her naked swelling breasts.
Rick was awake when she got to her seat. "Where ya been?"
She had been anxious to tell him about her newfound bounty, but when the moment came she couldn�t find the words. It was all so strange and unbelievable. "In the bathroom," she said simply.
"Coming in to Minneapolis."
"Uh-huh."
With her coat compressing her great boobs against her chest, Rick failed to notice any difference in Kelly�s appearance, so she decided to wait until later to bring it up.

After arriving at the station, they took a cab to the airport and checked their bags. On their way to their departure gate they passed a gift shop, and Kelly suddenly grabbed Rick�s arm and pulled him into the store with her. She sorted through a rack of extra large sweatshirts and found one that she liked well enough. It had the word "Giants" emblazoned across the bust, which she thought was appropriate. After paying an exorbitant price for it, they left the store and continued on toward their gate.

"Had to have a souvenir?" Rick asked.
"Something like that. Oh good, there�s a ladies� room. I�ll be right back."
"Again?"
She closed herself inside a stall and unzipped her coat. It was difficult to do because of the pressure being exerted by her bulky mammaries. When she finally worked the zipper down and took off her coat, she couldn�t believe how much bigger her breasts were than when she�d last seen them. They were phenomenal - fat and robust, thrusting out prominently in front of her, with a slightly conical shape toward the tips. Her nipples had also enlarged dramatically, perhaps even more so than her boobs. She ran her hands over them appreciatively.
"What a set!" she said aloud. Then, embarrassed by the utterance, she leaned down to peek underneath the stall partitions to see if anyone was there to hear. As she did, she was smacked in the face by her own tits. This is going to take some getting used to, she thought to herself as she stood back up.
She took the sweatshirt out of the bag, tore off the price tag and pulled the oversized garment on over her head. Big as it was, her copious bosom had no problem filling it. She felt much better now with something on her top, even though she still had no brassiere. The sweatshirt had a V-neck, and because of its extra large size, it scooped low enough to show cleavage. This pleased Kelly, who had never had any to show off before. Then, as she had feared, she was unable to get her coat zipped back up over her enlarged bust, so she left it open and made her way out of the ladies� room.
Rick was waiting for her outside, leaning against the wall opposite the restrooms. As she walked toward him, she felt awkwardly conspicuous as her bulging, unrestrained boobs flailed and thrashed beneath her new sweatshirt. Rick�s brow knitted when he saw it, then a grin spread across his face.
"Very funny, Kelly. A little humor at my family�s expense? You�re a real comedian. Whadya got under there, water balloons?"
"No, Rick! I�m not making fun of anybody! I - I just didn�t know how to tell you." She was clearly serious.
"Tell me what?" Rick asked, his smile fading.
"These - my - they�re real," she said in a hushed tone. "They started growing while you were sleeping on the train." He looked at her with a blank expression. "It was - I made a wish on Christmas Eve and it came true!"
He stared at her for a moment and then snorted a laugh. "Right."
"No, I know it�s crazy, but I�m telling you the truth! Look, come here."
She pulled him after her into a nook in the architecture that afforded some minimal privacy, and faced him sternly. "This is not a prank, Rick! You should know me better than that! Look." With a precautionary glance around her, she leaned forward and pulled the neckline of her shirt down with both hands, exhibiting her deep undulating cleavage. He frowned, wavering but still not convinced. Standing straight, Kelly sighed in exasperation and then quickly lifted the bottom of her sweatshirt up, fully exposing her tremendously expanded tits for a brief moment.
"That�s all really you?" he asked skeptically.
"Yes! Here." She grabbed his hand and thrust it underneath her shirt. As he caressed her skin, a thrill washed over her, which she tried hard to ignore since she was put out with him at the moment.
"Not implants or anything?" he asked, befuddled.
"Now how would I get implants on a train? In the plastic surgery car? Or maybe you think there�s a silicone dispensing machine in the ladies� room?"
Rick blushed. "Well, I mean - how could this happen? This is, like � impossible!"
Kelly softened a little. He was right. If she were in his place, she�d have trouble believing it too. "It�s crazy, I know, but here they are. You�re copping a big feel on the proof."
"Oh!" he said, quickly taking his hand out and casting a glance around. "Sorry. I got carried away."
"Okay, listen. Do you remember when Cindy was real sick at Christmas a few years ago and your family was afraid she might die?"
"Sure. How�d you know that?"
"Denise told me. Did she ever tell you about her Christmas Eve wish that year? About seeing Father Christmas?"
"Yeah, but she was just a little girl then. She�s always had an overactive imagination."
"I saw him too this Christmas Eve. Except I happened to be wishing for great big boobs like the women in your family have." Rick didn�t know what to say. He couldn�t believe it, yet he couldn�t not believe it, so he just stood there open-mouthed. "Okay, look," said Kelly. "I want you to call home and talk to Denise. We have time before our flight."
"Aw, no, that�s not really necessar -"
"Please. I need to talk to her anyway."

Over the receiver he heard the sound of approaching footsteps, then the rattle of the handset being picked up again. "Hello?"

"Hi Denise, this is Rick."
"Rick! Where are you?"
"Minneapolis."
"You alright?"
"Yeah, fine. Uh, Kelly wants me to ask you about that thing that happened a couple Christmases ago when Cindy had pneumonia."
"Oh, you mean when I saw Father Christmas and wished for her to be well?"
After a moment or two of silence, he responded, "So you really did see that?"
"Of course!"
"It wasn�t a dream?"
"She got well, didn�t she?"
"Sure."
"The doctor didn�t understand it, did he?"
"I don�t think anybody did. We were just glad she was better."
"I understood it. Why are you asking me all this?"
"Uh, well... Kelly, um..." Rick was suddenly at a loss to know what to say, but Kelly saw him squirm and took the phone from him.
"Denise? Kelly... Yeah, we�re fine. Listen I need a favor from you. I need to exchange that gift you gave me. It turned out to be way too small," she said with a grin. Rick could hear his sister�s delighted squeal coming over the phone. "So I was wondering if you could maybe express me another old bra. A bigger one. I know it�s an imposition, but... Well I don�t know yet, they don�t seem to have stopped growing... Oh, pretty darn big. It�s hard to say exactly, maybe about the size of, uh..."
Rick interrupted, "Tell her you�re about a double-I or J-cup."
Her eyes widened. "Double-I or J!??" she asked incredulously. Again, Denise�s reaction was audible from where Rick stood. Kelly listened a moment. "Pretty fast. It started on the train. I popped out of my bra and then I popped out of yours." She giggled. "Oh, I�m loving it... Really? Great! I don�t want you to send anything that�s still being used. Just old ones to make do until I can get something of my own... Super! Okay, let me give you my parents� home address and you can ship it there. Ready?"

A minute later they were making their way toward their departure gate. "She�s gonna send me as many different sizes as she can find. Don�t walk so fast, I�m bouncing too much!" She noticed people watching her as she walked along, and though she felt self-conscious, she was eating it up.

"She�ll probably be able to find you a whole bunch of different sizes. They all keep growing out of them but nobody ever throws them out. Too expensive. Custom made and everything. Besides, eventually somebody else will grow into them. Like you. Mom�s probably got a bunch of really big ones from before she had hers reduced."
Kelly stopped cold. "Reduced? Your mom used to be bigger than she is now?"
"Yep; come on, we need to go!"

The "Fasten Seat Belts" sign winked off unnoticed as Kelly stared out the window at the miniature landscape below. She pulled down on the front of her sweatshirt, but it was getting harder to cover her enormous bosom. Turning to Rick, she whispered, "So how big were your mother�s boobs before she had them reduced?"

"Huge. About as big as Grandma�s I guess. I thought she looked great with them, but she said they were too much trouble."
"Hm. It�s going to be very interesting to see what develops."
In a few minutes the flight attendants came by with their meals, and Rick and Kelly reached for their tray tables. Kelly�s, however, wouldn�t come all the way down, being obstructed by the bulk of her massive bosom. She became extremely embarrassed and didn�t know what to do. Nonchalantly, Rick raised her tray table back up and said, "Here, share mine." He took both meals from the flight attendant and set them sideways on his table.
They heard one attendant quietly comment to the other, "Nice problem to have."
It was a three-hour trip to Buffalo with a stop in Detroit, and by the end of their flight, Kelly�s bosom had swelled up so tremendously that her extra-large sweatshirt could no longer cover it completely. She sat with her coat draped over her immense mammaries. About a half-hour earlier, Rick had asked the man in the seat directly in front of hers to raise his seat up a notch or two so it wouldn�t squash her tits. To keep the man from becoming too curious, he made up a story about his wife being pregnant.
As the plane landed, Kelly was starting to freak out. It was like one of those dreams where you�re naked in public, but this was real. Rick calmed her down and assured her they could handle it. He gave her his big overcoat, which she could barely squeeze into, and they waited until everyone else was off the plane before they got up.
When Kelly stood, the great bulk of her tremendous breasts bumped against the seats in front of her, causing her to lose her balance and fall back into her seat. Rick laughed at her and held out his hand to help. This time she turned facing her seat as she stood, and was able to shuffle out into the aisle.
Even through Rick�s big overcoat, Kelly�s figure was startling. It took her a minute to adjust to the considerable weight of her huge bosom. As she preceded him toward the front of the plane, Rick said quietly, "Don�t slouch. That won�t hide them. Stand up straight and tall. Be proud." She did so, loving him even more for this encouragement.
Kelly�s mom was there to meet them inside. After hugs and introductions, her mom gave her the once-over, but held her tongue, not wanting to open a can of worms there in the airport. But in the car on the way home, the conversation immediately turned to Kelly�s colossal bust. The woman had a very difficult time understanding what had happened to her baby girl. After several minutes of getting nowhere with her, Rick stepped in. He began by siding with Kelly�s mom in a way, recounting his own reaction to the preposterous explanation. Then he pointed out that his sister Cindy had indeed had a miraculous recovery and that neither Denise nor Kelly was the type to lie about such things. He checked himself just short of assuring Kelly�s mom that her daughter�s breasts were indeed real. Kelly, in exasperation, took care of that detail by unbuttoning the overcoat and producing her giant breasts in all their naked glory. Mrs. Morris nearly wrecked the car.

The next morning, Kelly�s bust had stopped its phenomenal growth. Although this was indeed convenient from a practical aspect, there was a part of her that was somewhat disappointed. When the express package arrived, it turned out to be full of many kinds of clothing. All the Knudsen women had put together a wide assortment to fit a lady of exceptional mammary magnitude. She took the box to her bedroom and began trying things on. Since Kelly�s family was in the house, Rick had to leave the room while she was dressing, but she allowed him back in when she was ready to model for him.

He sat on her bed as she stood before the mirror wearing a gloriously tight fitting yet very comfortable knit top. They both marveled at her incredible figure as she turned this way and that.
"I wonder," she mused, "how long it�ll be before I learn to quit crashing into things with my boobs."
"You�re not sorry they grew this big are you?"
"No way!" she retorted. "Having humongous tits is fantastic! I tell you the truth, babe, this is one Christmas I�m going to remember for the rest of my life."

The clan was once again gathered at the Knudsen house for the holidays. The remains of Christmas Eve dinner were chilling in the refrigerator, the dishes were clean, guests who weren�t staying the night had gone home and all but three people in the house were asleep. Kelly Knudsen was sitting on a rocker in the cozy den, the top of her nightgown pulled down exposing her enormous, broad breasts which rested in her lap. She held her baby daughter Anne at arms� length, nursing at one of her behemoth mammaries while the other boob dripped little droplets of milk onto her gown. Immediately following Annie�s birth, Kelly�s tits had apparently decided that they weren�t nearly big enough for breast feeding, and had swelled up to even greater enormity.

Kelly with little Annie, and Denise. My, haven't they grown!

Immediately following Annie�s birth, Kelly�s tits had apparently decided that they weren�t nearly big enough for breast feeding, and had swelled up to even greater enormity.

Denise came in with a cup of hot cocoa in each hand. She moved slowly, not only to keep from spilling their treat, but also to keep her gigantic unbrassiered tits from swinging and bouncing too wildly. Like the other Knudsen women, Denise�s bosom continued to expand beyond adolescence, but hers grew with unmatched vigor and had become staggeringly huge. As she leaned over to set Kelly�s mug on the small table beside the rocker, her monstrous boobs swung away from her tummy, slipping out the bottom of her pajama top and dangling free at her knees. Her attention was on the mug she was putting down, and she absently let the other mug tip enough to spill some on herself.

"Great." she said in disgust.
"What?" asked Denise, looking up from admiring her baby.
"Oh, nothing. I just spilled cocoa on my top. Mind if I take it off?"
"Heck no; join the Big Naked Tits Club here."
She pulled the pajama top off over her head and hung it from the mantle to dry by the fire. Her monstrous boobs dipped and collided ponderously as she moved, swinging in wide arcs, her huge nipples wiggling and nodding furiously. "Mmm. Feels good to get that off. I hadn�t realized how tight it was getting," she said, rubbing at her vast expanse of breast skin.
Kelly was as amazed by Denise�s incredible bosom as she�d been the first time they met. Her massive tits projected out from her torso, undulating gravidly as Kelly admired them.
Denise sighed as she sat down in an overstuffed chair beside Kelly. Her huge bare breasts settled on her lap, pushed together by the armrests on either side.
Kelly took a sip of her hot cocoa. "Mmm. This hits the spot."
As Denise brought her own mug up to her lips, a drop fell from the bottom edge and landed on top of her right boob. After taking the drink, she casually brushed at the droplet with her free hand, wiping it dry.
Kelly set her cup back down on the table and lifted Annie onto her shoulder to burp her, speaking soft words of comfort. They sat quietly in the dim room, sharing the silent communion of good friends. In spite of the fire, the exposure of their naked bosoms to the air began to make their nipples swell. Denise got up and began stirring the fire.
As she worked, Kelly watched the young woman�s monumental tits swinging and bobbing freely, her nipples coming close to brushing the brick hearth. With another log thrown onto the heap, the fire crackled to new life. "Mmm, yeah. This feels good," Denise said as she lifted her giant breasts up from the bottom and pushed them toward the warmth.
"Watch it there, girl," Kelly warned. "You don�t want them to catch fire."
"Naw, I�m just gonna brown �em a little bit."
After a quiet moment, Kelly asked, "So your boobs are still growing, Denise?"
"Uh-huh. A little bigger every day." She stood and returned to her chair. "But they�re not growing as fast as they used to. It�s pretty much leveled off now."
"Hm. So how do you feel about that? Are you happy with the size of your breasts?"
"Sure, I love having really huge tits. Heck, I wish they were twice this size!" she proclaimed as the grandfather clock began chiming midnight.

The End