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By: Grenshaw

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����������� Shannon woke up from her fitful nap in the hammock. It was a beautiful day in Cape Cod. The isolated house on the bay was the perfect place to be on a day like this. She got up and stretched. Her beautiful frame was illuminated briefly in the bright sunlight. She walked back into the house. It was time to get back to work.

����������� Shannon shuffled through her parent�s old stuff in boredom. She had taken some stuff up from her basement to clear some space; she was planning on renovating the house now that her parents were dead. She had, years ago, already gotten over the grief of both parents dying before they were fifty, and had adopted a businesslike outlook on it. It was nobody�s fault that the plane had crashed. All she could do was live life. Now that she was finally out of college and the mortgage-free house had been given to her as inheritance (along with everything else-she was a single child), she decided to take advantage of her situation and make a decent space for her to start her business.

����������� She was making slow progress because she was all by herself that day. Her friends couldn�t come by for another week and her aunts and uncles lived hundreds of miles away from her parent�s Cape house. Shannon lazily worked in the summer heat, dressed in a loose white t-shirt and jeans. She went braless, but then that�s what she usually did, as she didn�t actually need one. Her makeup-free face was still beautiful, and her uncared-for hair still maintained its healthy blond sheen, and its perfect straightness. Shannon had a beautiful body. She was healthy and skinny, had a nicely shaped feminine butt, and though she lacked any curves up top, she more than made up for it with her gorgeous face, or at least that�s what her friends told her. Shannon continued her boring work; recycling the magazines.

����������� As she rummaged through old issues of Life and National Geographic, Shannon found a bookmarked page in a very old issue of Life. It looked like it was written when her mother was her age; the date said it was from the sixties. She opened the ancient magazine to the bookmarked page, where there was something circled in red ink. It read: Want bigger breasts? Call 1-836-175-3012. That was all. It didn�t explain anything, but then again, it didn�t need to; it was from the sixties. It was a tiny ad that nobody would ever notice by themselves, and for good reason. It was one of those things that was just there as a filler and didn�t actually work. Normally Shannon would have chucked it with the rest of the magazines, but underneath the circled ad was written in red ink, in her mother�s handwriting: I can�t believe it actually worked!

����������� �Shannon was extremely confused. She wondered about the note. It provided a possible, if weird, explanation for why her mother had always had such large breasts. Her mother had perky F-cup breasts, even in her 40�s, and Shannon had come out of puberty with a flat chest. Her mother told her she had taken after her father�s side of the family, but that wasn�t true. Her father�s side of the family all had healthy C-cups or larger. It was her mother�s side of the family which had flat chests. Shannon had looked into her mother�s family history and at pictures, but there was no explanation for why her mother had such huge breasts and every other woman in her family had flat chests. Her mother�s mother had married into another flat family, so Shannon always wondered how it happened. For a while, she thought it was implants, but had been proved wrong every time she had seen her mother topless.

����������� Shannon had never gotten the opportunity to ask her mother the truth, but perhaps it was right here, in front of her. Perhaps her mother had found a way to get big boobs without implants. Out of curiosity, Shannon picked up the portable phone, and hesitated. Was it really worth it? She was bound to be disappointed, and the company probably didn�t even exist anymore. I might as well, she thought, and dialed the number. To her surprise, there was an answer. She was disappointed to find that it was a machine. �Thank you for calling Globogrow incorporated. For bigger breasts, please hold.� Then the machine clicked, and was replaced by an odd warbling sound on the other end. Shannon took the receiver away from her ear. �What the hell?� she said aloud. She tentatively placed the phone to her ear again; the warbling continued. Apparently it was some kind of hold music. Shannon reclined in the lawn chair on her deck. She wanted an explanation for this weird company.

����������� Shannon endured the odd warbling for about 3 minutes before she got sick of it, and hung up the phone, frustrated. The machine had offered no explanation. It had only told her to hold and expected her to accept the warbling hold music. Without any clue as to what that whole thing was about, Shannon got up to go to work again, sighing to herself. Perhaps she would never know her mom�s secret. However, as she got up, Shannon was stopped by an odd weighty sensation on her chest. She looked down and gasped. On her chest were two lumps, the size of softballs. Shannon stepped inside and immediately took off her shirt, and was rewarded with a fantastic sight. She had boobs. She dropped the phone to the floor and reached up in disbelief. Her doubts were grounded when she felt that they were real. She wasn�t hallucinating. Transfixed, she went to the mirror. She was amazed to find that every aspect of her breasts, which were large enough to be C-cups, at least, was completely real. They looked like they had always been there. As Shannon stood in awe, her feelings of trepidation and doubt washed away, and were replaced by pure joy. Her face lit up, frozen in a �Wow� expression. She finally had breasts! A gleeful shout escaped her lips, and she began jumping up and down, her breasts bouncing vigorously in time. Shannon eagerly went to her desk drawer and pulled out 2 pencils. Lifting up her breasts, she placed the pencils underneath them, and let them down. The pencils remained, trapped between her breasts and her ribs. She had even passed the �pencil test�! Shannon was overjoyed.

����������� After several minutes of celebration, Shannon calmed down. She had bigger breasts, but how? Her mind immediately settled on Globogrow. That was the only explanation, but it still didn�t make sense. Shannon had only listened to that warbling� suddenly a thought popped into her mind. What if the warbling was what made her breasts bigger? She quickly put on her shirt, picked up the phone and pressed redial. Again the machine answered, and again it transferred her to the odd warbling. This time, Shannon paid attention. She felt a faint tingling in her breasts as the sound continued. She tentatively placed a hand on her right breast, with her left hand holding the phone. Could it be that her breasts were growing right now, before her eyes?

����������� Still on the phone, Shannon went into the house and dug through her mom�s sewing drawers, but couldn�t find the tape measure. Instead, she grabbed a string, cradled the phone on her shoulder, and wrapped the string around her breasts. Pinching the string in one hand, she lifted the receiver to her ear again and waited. After about a minute, the string became taught between her fingers, and Shannon gave it some slack. She was filled with awe. Her boobs were growing. The proof was right there. She put the phone down and got the yard stick from the closet. Keeping her place on the string, Shannon knelt down, unwrapped it and placed it lengthwise on the yard stick. �Oh my god,� Shannon whispered. The measurement showed that she was clearly a DD-cup, while only minutes ago she had been flat-chested. Shannon stood, and placed both hands to her breasts. They were big enough to attract attention, certainly. But suddenly, with the possibilities in front of her eyes, Shannon wanted more. She wasn�t sure and didn�t care how Globogrow did what they did, but she knew one thing. She had gone her whole life without any boobs. It was time to compensate. She picked up the phone.

����������� �Yes�� Shannon moaned as the growth began. She loved the experience of the shirt actually growing tight across her chest. She had once thought that that would be impossible for her. But as her bust size passed from the realm of the big and into the huge, her shirt became smaller and smaller on her chest. The hem line crept up from below her waist and started to reveal her taut stomach. Shannon watched her breasts slowly inflating, like helium balloons in slow motion. Larger and heavier they grew, though they maintained a firm sphere-like shape. Looking at her in a shirt, one would mistake her for having implants. In a matter of 5 minutes Shannon grew 3 cup sizes, but the time seemed to pass in an instant to her.

����������� The shirt got tighter and tighter, and now didn�t touch her stomach at all, with just a small amount hanging below her boobs. Shannon was now much bigger than her mother, and estimated herself to be an H-cup or larger. Finally she decided that it was enough. It would be hard enough explaining to her friends how she got these behemoths, but any larger and they might think something was seriously wrong with her. She started to take the phone away from her ear, but the warbling suddenly stopped. All of a sudden an answering machine picked up, and said in the same voice as before, �Thank you for waiting. You are now using Globogrow breast expansion sound therapy, a risk-free way to double the size of your breasts. One moment please.� Shannon was about to hang up, as the message only seemed to say what she already knew, but suddenly a high-pitched squealing sound erupted from the receiver. It lasted only a second, but it scared Shannon so much she dropped the phone. She hastily picked it up and placed the receiver to her ear. The voice was speaking again. �Thank you for using Globogrow breast expansion sound therapy. We hope you will be satisfied.�

����������� Shannon lowered the phone and turned it off. She had only one question: What was that high pitched squeal? She considered the possibilities. Perhaps it was only a glitch with the machine. However, Shannon was distressed by one thing the machine said. �We hope you will be satisfied,� it had said. That suggested that her therapy had yet to begin. But that was impossible. She had just endured the warbling for a half hour; that had been her therapy. She placed a quivering hand to her breast. The machine said it would double the size of her breasts. But the �hold music� had definitely done more than that. She started to consider the grave possibility that the warbling wasn�t the real therapy. She already had boobs the size of volleyballs. She looked like a porn-star. If that squeal was going to double her breast size, then she didn�t know what she would do. There was only one way to find out if she was growing. Shannon hung up the phone and picked up the string. With some difficulty now, she managed to get the sting to encircle her breasts. She pinched the string and waited, not daring to breathe.

����������� Time seemed to slow down as she watched the sting grow tighter and tighter. She could almost see the individual fibers grow taught, one by one.� An eternity passed while she watched it tighten more and more. It began to become visibly noticeable that it was too tight for her true measurement. It pressed lightly against her breasts, and made it continually harder for Shannon to hold it. Finally, after only a minute, she allowed it to slide between her thumb and her finger. It only moved a half inch, but it was enough. Shannon�s heart was in her throat. The room seemed to be shrinking in on her. She allowed the string to fall and slowly placed her hands on her breasts again. This time there was no stopping the growth. Even now, some kind of force was causing her breasts to grow larger against her will.

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����������� Shannon walked to the mirror and looked at herself. Half an hour ago she would have seen a skinny, flat-chested, attractive woman. Now she saw a woman who was wearing a shirt that was pulled so tightly across her enormous boobs that the bottoms of them actually showing below the hem line. She saw a woman whose breasts now reached below her belly button, and stuck out nearly a foot from her chest. Basically, her eyes, and the eyes of anyone else who would see her, only settled on her boobs. They dominated her figure already, and soon it would be hard to even stand by herself. Shannon imagined what she would look like in only minutes. She walked to her chair, sat down, and cried, resting her head atop her breasts, which now filled her lap.

����������� It was as her shirt started to tear that Shannon realized that she had to do something. That shirt was an extra large, her biggest shirt. She was going to become a freak, if she didn�t do anything about her growth. She wiped her tears away and stood up, wobbling slightly with the unaccustomed weight of two basketball breasts on her chest.� Stabilizing her jiggling breasts with a hand, she considered her options quickly. Calling the number again wouldn�t solve anything; it would only cause her to grow more. She instead went to the kitchen, where the magazine was on the table. However, when she reached the table Shannon found that she couldn�t find the magazine over the vast horizon of her breasts. She had to lean down and feel around the table until she finally found it and picked it up. She searched the ad for an explanation, a help line, anything. At first she found nothing, but then she noticed something. Underneath the circle which had been drawn around the ad, there was writing. She squinted to read the extremely fine print that was distorted by the red marker. It said �Unsatisfied? Call 1-800-432-9765 to speak to a representative�.

����������� Finally! Shannon had wanted to speak to an actual person this whole time. She eagerly went to the phone, anxious to stop this before she couldn�t move. She dialed the number. It rang 3 times before someone picked up. �Thank you for calling Globogrow. What do you want?� an obnoxious woman�s voice said. Shannon hesitated, momentarily taken aback by the woman�s tone, but then suddenly another rip sounded in her shirt as her breasts expanded larger and larger. Shannon�s mind instantly returned to her dilemma. �Hi. Um� I need help,� Shannon said nervously. �I called your other number and now my breasts are the size of basketballs! And I�m still growing!� The woman paused for a minute. �Well, are you satisfied with your size?� she asked callously. �No!� replied Shannon indignantly. �One moment,� the woman said, and the phone became silent. Shannon nervously waited as her breasts grew larger by the second.

����������� Suddenly, on the phone, something picked up. The woman�s voice didn�t come on, just an odd crackling. Shannon put the phone tight against her ear, trying to figure out what it was. All of a sudden, a high pitched squeal emitted from the phone, identical to the one she had heard before. �Oh my god!� Shannon screamed. Her breast size was going to double again, and they were already larger than beachballs! �Hello? Hello?� she demanded. The woman�s voice came on again. �I hope you like your new tits, ma�am. Have a nice day.� �Wait!� Shannon said, desperate. �What the hell was that? I called because my boobs were too big! Make it stop!� The woman sighed. �Lady, it�s called Globogrow, not Globoshrink.� I can�t do anything about it. Enjoy your new tits.� At that she hung up.

����������������������� Shannon let the phone fall from her hands. It fell to the floor and broke. Finally, unable to stretch any further, her shirt gave in from the abuse, leaving Shannon half naked, breasts the size of yoga balls hanging from her chest. Shannon sank to the floor, unable to handle the weight anymore. She could actually use her breasts as pillows now. Well, thought Shannon, at least I got what I wanted; bigger breasts. She laughed aloud. I�d make a great dairy cow. She decided that instead of letting this thing ruin her life, she would just live with it. Her boobs were huge. That was it. Having accepted her situation, Shannon fell peacefully asleep atop her breasts.

����������� Shannon woke up in her hammock. She was so warm and cozy. She stretched hugely, and moaned in pleasure. Suddenly, mid-stretch, she stopped. Her hands flew to her chest, and she was disappointed to find that there was nothing there. It was just a dream. Shannon got up from the hammock. Everything was normal about her breasts; she was flat as ever. She walked in, a little disheartened. She could have gotten used to massive breasts. Now she had none. Suddenly, a vague hope surfaced in her mind. She walked quickly to the kitchen table. The stack of magazines was there. Rummaging through it, she came upon the exact Time magazine issue which she had found. It even had the bookmark. She eagerly turned to the page. There was the ad. Just as in her dream. It was circled and still had the writing underneath it. Shannon picked up the phone and went to the lawn chair. She had a phone call to make.

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