Cori's Mistake

By Eliot Cayne

Hanna sat down on her couch for a snack. Typically these were things she'd skip, but someone had left an odd box of chocolates in her gym bag, and she felt that she may as well have a few before moving on to another workout. And besides- the box seemed strangely... appealing. She undid the ribbon holding the box closed, and savored the first piece; this candy was absolutely fantastic! She was driven to remark aloud:

"Damn, this candy is magically delicious. Lucky charms makes the claim of being magically delicious, but there is nothing particularly super-natural about that cereal. These candies however; with their chocolate and bizarre filling- actually are delicious at a metaphysical level. Actually- the chocolate is just okay, it's the bizarre filling that's magically delicious. You know what? I'd better stop eating these, you hear way too much about women eating magically delicious candy, and having bizarre things happen to them."

With that she put the lid back on the box, and set it aside on her coffee table.

43 seconds later...

"So what if I finished the whole box? There were only six. And how often do I have magically delicious candy anyway? Never! I buy starburst; there's no flood in my living room, I buy herbal essences- no orgasms (and subsequently no flood elsewhere). I say I'm entitled to some super-natural-consumer-goods."

Hanna tossed the box into the trash, and headed to the next room, to begin her stair-master workout. En-route she stopped at the scale in the hall to measure this weeks progress. She was a tanned, tall (6'1") reddish-blonde with green eyes, and an exceptionally toned physique- including slightly sinewy arms, a washboard stomach, long legs, and thick muscular thighs, aside from that- she had no real figure to speak of. She wasn't bothered by her slight bustline (34a at best), or for that matter her total lack of hips (other than what was provided by her thighs) or a butt, however she would have liked for men to stare at something other than her legs every once in a while.

Suddenly- Hanna was hit with an immense and ravenous sense of hunger. Her hands flew to her stomach, as she threw her back against the wall, and exclaimed:

"What the hell?! I'm starving all of a sudden! It must have been those chocolates!"

Largely despite this revelation- she ran to the phone, and ordered three pans of lasagna and two three-layer-chocolate-cakes from the restaurant down the street. While she waited for her order to arrive- she pulled four cartons of Chinese leftovers from the refrigerator, and began to devour them with neither ceremony, nor re-heating. As she rubbed her growling tummy with one hand, and shoved cold handfuls of sesame chicken into her mouth with the other; she began to regret not keeping an actual supply of food on the premises- this was the only take-out meal she'd had in a month, and she considered it a major indulgence.

After finishing the leftovers she thought that she should feel stuffed by now, instead she felt as if she'd barely eaten anything at all. It was as if she'd only had an appetizer... maybe a shrimp cocktail, maybe half of one, maybe just one shrimp... well the point is she was still famished. Luckily however it was only ten minutes before the deliveryman showed up. She shoved a wad of bills into his shirt pocket as she more, or less- dove head-first into the top pan of lasagna (trough the tin foil, spattering tomato sauce on the rest of his shirt). She literally tore the food away from him, and slammed the door in his face. Hanna was entirely out of control. She just about inhaled the first pan, despite the fact that she could feel her belly rapidly expanding, and pushing out against her tight denim cutoffs. Midway trough the second- she appeared to be about four months pregnant, yet she continued to gorge herself. Just as she finished the third pan- her swelling midriff caused the button to explode from the shorts, and as well forced the zipper to slide down a few inches. She lay there on the floor for a few minutes patting her gurgling belly... before remembering the cakes, and immediately following the compulsion to dig in. Her once-relatively-loose tee shirt rode up her quickly distending stomach exposing her (innie) belly button. When she was halfway through the second cocoa confection she looked to be a bit over six months pregnant, and one would estimate that she would be a bit into her seventh month by the time she finished. Finally she swallowed the last morsel of cake, and reclined massaging her bloated midsection.

Hanna sat up cradling her gorged tummy between her thighs, and groaned:

"What was that about? That was more food in one sitting- than I've eaten in the past two weeks, and I only feel... full. What the hell was in those chocolates? More importantly- what is this binge going to do to my figure?"

Hanna sat there rubbing her stomach, and thinking, until a flash of insight suddenly came over her: something about a busty-ditzy-smallish-brunette, model/ magic practitioner.

"Corlisant! That little witch from the third floor! Maybe there's something to her after all! If there is, then she's gonna have some major explaining to do."

Hanna stood up- albeit a bit off balance- which was easy enough with her powerful frame, and retrieved the box from the garbage can; before heading down the hall toward the elevator.

Corlisant answered the door to find a highly athletic woman cradling an enormously bloated gut. She gingerly reached out and placed her hand on her neighbor's expansive stomach.

"Oh hi! You're that body-builder lady from 5G! I'm Cori! I didn't know you were expecting! Congratulations!"

Hanna brushed Cori's hand from her tummy, before holding up the golden box she'd received the chocolates in.

"Do you know anything about this?"

"Oh! Yeah! I put some cursed chocolates is that! What are you doing with it?"

"Apparently you slipped it into my gym bag, while I was downstairs working out!"

"No way! I slipped that into Frieda's gym bag; hers is purple. I see you down there all the time! I'd never confuse the two bags because yours is purple!"

"If they're both the same color then how do you tell them apart?"

"What do you mean? Hers is purple! Yours is... oh... umm... I guess that doesn't work... Sorry about that!"

"Sorry!? What do you mean sorry?! Just what the hell is this curse supposed to do even?"

"Simple! It turns you into a big glutton, and makes you get really fat!"

"What!?!?! I've worked way too hard on this body to let you go and ruin it on a stupid whim! In what style do you want your ass kicked? Art of snake, art of crane, or art of bloated monkey? I can do all three!"

"J... just settle down for a moment! I can fix you up! It's a really powerful curse, because I didn't want anyone taking it off, but I could probably change the parameters a bit! And I could add some other curses- to cover, and counter it's effects... I wouldn't want to overload you though."

"Just do what you can! I can't believe this is happening... Why would you want to put a curse like this on anyone anyway?"

"Freida's just a really big bitch! She's always stealing boyfriends, and keying cars! Once this woman stole her man back, so Freida broke into her apartment in the middle of the night and shaved her head! There was this other time at the beach when I was buried in the sand, and she kicked me in the head so many times that I don't remember how many times it was!"

"So Freida's sort of a bitch then?"

"Yhea- really! And I knew she was really vain so..."

"Right... just get to work."

"Okay! I guarantee you'll be 100% satisfied, or you'll be a least partially dissatisfied!"

A few hours later Cori was finally finished working on Hanna. Quite satisfied with her own work- she proudly chimed in:

"There! Finished! I thought of everything! And I think I did most of it right! Umm... do you mind having some curves?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like... umm... womanly... womanly curves!"

"How far did you go with this?"

"Well... the original curse had a weight-gain cap, and I could only bring it down so much! But don't worry! You'll only gain weight in the umm... good areas! And once your measurements are 36EE-24-39- it'll become practically impossible for you to gain weight! Of course you can still expect to gorge yourself at every meal, so I wouldn't expect to lose any weight. You'll have huge-firm-tits, even more flaring hips, and a round... heart shaped... and a round heart shaped butt! And you still get to keep your muscles! You'll be totally hot! Trust me!"

"36EE! Do you have any idea how much those will hurt when I run? And I can't keep gorging like this!" She said poking her now slightly smaller tummy. "The entire complex will think I'm perpetually knocked-up!"

"Don't worry about it! Your breasts will seldom cause you any discomfort! Part of the new curse is that you experience no pain from running, or otherwise jostling, and you experience no back pain from their weight. And regarding their weight- they'll always remain more than reasonably perky, and firm! As for your new appetite- I've put in a spell that allows you to digest as fast as you like! So you don't have to be bloated all the time! I even added an extra clause that says you don't really need to exercise to maintain your physique! What do you think of that!"

"I guess that sounds pretty decent, but what happens when I reach the target measurements; and still eat like a starving whale?"

"Umm... I don't know. You'll probably just have a really fast metabolism or something! Now go ahead and go home and get some sleep! I told you I'd fix you up!"

"Okay, I guess, but if I have any problems I'll be back. Understand?"

"Roger Roger!"

Hanna went home and went to bed, luckily she didn't feel the need to eat again. She'd been trying to open her own health club for a few years now, and she had a brunch with Mr. Gieinasute: an executive from the bank tomorrow. A good night's sleep would be important. (For those of you who see it coming- don't ruin it for those who don't)

When Hanna woke up the next morning, and checked herself out on the mirror- she was surprised by two things: her washboard stomach was back; and her 34As were gone- replaced by two firm 36Cs (That would be about orange sized on the standardized fruit scale). The only bra she had (literally, with 34As- we're talking about the only bra she owned) was a highly elastic sports bra. (Conveniently enough) She shook her chest at the mirror a bit just to feel the sensation of her breasts actually jiggling. A random metaphor for excitement surged through her; apparently Cori did good work. She pulled on the bra, along with a red silk blouse, which proved quite form fitting on her newly developed body. Also form-fitting was the black-crushed-velvet skirt that she put on to match the top. Skirts always seemed short on her due to her due to her athletic thighs, and the fact that her hips and butt had filled out quite a bit during the night didn't help her modesty a crumb. She reached back and patted her butt for emphasis.

"I'm already 36C-24-34, at this rate I'll be done growing in no time. At least my CHEST won't be getting any bigger, jut my boobs" She gave her bosom another slight shimmy, and smiled as she headed out the door.

Hanna arrived in front of the restaurant right on time, and joined Mr. Gieinasute just as he exited his sedan. They sat down in a corner booth- by a window, and Mr. Gieinasute insisted that they order- before getting down to business. Just as she picked up the menu Hanna felt the now-too-familiar-wave of ravenous hunger. Before their waitress (a slight brunette) could even open her mouth- Hanna blurted out:

"I'll have one of everything on the brunch menu!" Hanna covered her mouth in shock.

"Excuse me?" The brunette replied.

Hanna then uncovered her mouth, and calmly stated:

"What I really meant, is that I'd like to have two of everything on the brunch menu." Again she covered her mouth in shock.

"Well, ma'am; I realize it's not such an impressive menu, but it's still a complete menu. Are you sure?"

Hanna attempted to vigorously shake her head, but what she got was a vigorous nod- during which her mouth was able to slip free of her hand.

"I am absolutely sure that I would like to eat two of everything on the brunch menu; with double-butter, syrup, or gravy, where appropriate." Hanna stood up from the table and turned towards Mr. Gieinasute. "Please excuse me for a moment." She then turned back to the waitress and casually remarked: "By the way, could you bring an extra two deluxe-omelets, and an extra plate of scones? Thanks." She then ran full speed into the ladies room. (Incidentally, as-per Cori's indication- the sensations from her breasts were quite pleasant.)

Upon reaching the restroom- Hanna dropped her purse on a counter and fished out her cell-phone. She called Corlisant, and it was a full six rings- before she got an answer.

"Umm... Hi! This is Corlisant! That's Cori for short! I'm home right now but I'm a little indisposed, so whoever you are- I'll have to deal with you later!"

"Cori! This is Hanna! How the hell are you indisposed!?"

"Well... I read from a forbidden book, and released wretched hell-spawn to walk the earth! I'm currently locked in a life, or death struggle for the fate of mankind! But... How are things with you?"

"Well... umm... My meeting's going... pretty bad I guess... But it's because of your curse! ...but I guess you're pretty busy... so I'll deal with it."

"Thanks for the understanding! I'll get back with you when I can! *Back foul demon! Back! * Kisses! G'bye! "

With that done Hanna ventured back into the dining area. Much to her shock and her stomach's delight- the entire order had been filled, plus a short stack for Mr. Gieinasute. She was slack- jawed as she remarked:

"What? Do they have like twelve chefs working on me?"

She sat down, and Mr. Gieinasute finally spoke up:

"I see you're apparently trying to break the bank- ordering all this food, that shows you've got moxy- exactly what it takes to run a successful business. But I'm calling your bluff! If you eat every morsel of food you ordered, then you've got your loan, but if so much as a crumb doesn't end up in that toned little tummy of yours, then I'll just have to take my money elsewhere!" He then sat back with a smug, contented look on his face.

Hanna feigned bewilderment, but really she realized that this was her lucky break. She nodded, grinned, and dug in.

Hanna ate with the voracity of a wild dog. Pancakes, scones, ham, and all manner of egg preparations were fed into her bottomless pit of a stomach. She wanted to see just how fast she could metabolize a meal, so she made a conscious effort to absorb everything instantly. Mr. Gieinasute could actually see her bustline expanding as she ate. First her bra began to constrict as her breasts swelled fuller and rounder with fat. It held up well into the D range, but buy then she was spilling over the cups, and tit-flesh was beginning to press through the gaps between the buttons of her blouse. Still she continued to stuff herself. Soon her ass, and hips joined in, and in a short time split the tight velvet dress. That however was not to be the only ruined piece of clothing- as Hanna's bosom quickly expanded into the DD range- the sports bra finally exploded. This allowed her billowing bosom to swell and surge forth rapidly pulling tight the blouse. Hanna's silk-lined-tits landed against her chest with a jiggle- sending countless waves of pleasure through her body. Hanna came hard- as she pushed the last poppyseed muffin into her mouth. After she was composed enough to do so- she looked down at herself, and estimated her bust to be in the single-E range. Then she looked at the now agape Mr. Gieinasute.

"So do I get the loan?"

"Hell yes! Here are the papers! Send them in when you're ready. It's nice meeting you, I have to... to get going right now!" Mr. Gieinasute shoved some papers at her, and tripped three times- as he walked bow-legged to his sedan.

Hanna now noticed that her skirt was shredded, and her petit shirt was stretched-tight, and riding up above her navel, and for that matter exposing the bottoms of her boobs. Luckily she'd worn (now well over-filled) briefs, knee-highs, and sneakers, so she looked only seriously indecent, as opposed to entirely indecent. She threw her purse over her shoulder, and made her way home.

Once she was back in her apartment- Hanna decided to actually take her measurements. A bit of fiddling with a tape measure, and she found that she was in fact a 36E-24-38.

"Good." She thought. One last binge, and at least I can shop for a new wardrobe." Hanna was really beginning to enjoy gorging herself- just for it's own sake, and she looked forward to many more gluttonous episodes in the future.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and hefted her breasts towards her face and nuzzled them through the soft fabric. With her E-cup bosom packed into what amounted to a red silk cut-off, black briefs, and white knee-highs rising to meet her tanned powerful thighs: she had to agree that Cori was right- she was totally hot.

As she was still �dressed' from brunch, she decided to simply hop into her car, and let her appetite do the driving. When she returned- she had 25 tacos, 10 cheeseburgers, and 4 large pepperoni pizzas. She raced up to her apartment and tore in.

She used on hand to feed herself the whole of the burgers, 10 tacos, and a pizza. The other stroked her belly as it slowly expanded from washboard flatness to approximately five-months pregnant size. Now that her stomach was quite distended, she could actually feel herself stretch to accommodate each huge mouthful of pizza she swallowed. Soon enough- Hanna had crammed 10 more tacos and the remainder of the second pizza into her enormous belly. She once again looked about seven months pregnant as she lay there on the floor patting her gurgling abdomen.

"I suppose it's about time I digested all this" She said- her eyes glazed over."

Immediately her stomach began to shrink, and her breasts began to grow. She felt her ass expand just a little. By the time her tummy had returned to being only 4 months gone- her breasts were strangely slightly above the EE range. She would have assessed them to be Fs. This distressed her just a bit, ad Hanna felt the need to call Corlisant over for a visit.

Cori arrived shortly after a brief phone call.

"Hey! Wow! You're totally hot!"

"Do you notice anything about my boobs?"

"Well... They're pretty big, they look nice and firm..." Cori then gingerly poked Hanna's right breast. This action set up a wave jiggling motion that sent shocks of pleasure through the taller woman's body." Nice jigglage! "

"The problem is that they're too big! I don't want to just keep growing forever! I have actual things to do with my life!"

Cori then leaned in and pressed her ear to Hanna's cleavage, and her hands to either side. She the patted her athletic friend's bust, and observed a sloshing sound.

"Yhea... Most of what you've got in there is breast tissue. But you're starting to fill up with milk! You've got like a... cup size worth in there!" Cori offered; giving Hanna's bosom a final pat.

" Well that would certainly explain the extra cup size, but what do you suppose we do about this?"

"I suggest we feed you until you top-off! If that's too big for you then we can set up a milking schedule around when you eat! If not, then we'll just call it your new normal size, and you'll have milk reserves!"

"I guess that's as good a plan as anything I could hope for."

Hanna began to eat what was left of the food, and as she did- her bust started to swell. The shirt had been straining to contain the F-cup load. And this new pressure threatened to rend it asunder. First the center button flew of, flowed closely by the top two. This left Hanna's milk-heavy breasts to spill, and slosh out in an eruption of quivering tit-flesh. Just about the time Hanna's breasts were well exceeding the size of her head, the growth stopped. At that moment Cori chimed in:

"Alright! You're an H-cup! You lactate until you reach H, and THEN the high metabolism kicks in! That seems pretty manageable!"

"Yeah, I guess. I'm going out to the mall. I need to pick out some new clothes. Bras in sizes EE-H, a breast-pump, and a lot a groceries! Would you like to come along?"

"Yeah! Great!"

-Fin