It was 90 degrees in the hot Nevada desert. The cacti flew by as the '76 Mercury sped down the highway at 75. The pilot of this massive vehicle was Curtis Krandall.
Curtis was 6'1", dark hair, blue eyes. He had a bit of fat on him, not a lot of muscle. Good at heart, funny, nice guy. The A/C wasn't working so the inside of the car was just as hot as the outside. The black vinyl seats didn't help. Curtis was driving from Chicago to see a friend in Vegas. He has been driving all week and was already fatigued from today's drive. He was fiddling with the radio as a sign flew by. It read "Intersection Ahead".
As Curtis found some Metallica, he looked up just in time to see the Geo Metro driving across the intersection. He didn't even have time to react. The 4200 lb. Mercury ripped through the Metro like tin-foil. The car rolled onto the sedan's hood and shattered the windshield. After the car rolled off, Curtis slammed on the brakes, making the Mercury careen all over the highway. The Metro had done three end over end flips and rolled over twice before coming to a stop. Curtis backed up and quickly jumped out of the car. He could barely even find the door on the mangled car. He was able to pull the driver out to the shoulder of the road. The compact car exploded into a blazing inferno. Curtis then took a look at the driver. It was an old man. The man looked up at Curtis and said, "That's what I get for buying a damned compact."
"Are you all right?" Curtis said.
"I don't think I will last more than five minutes, so I'll make this quick. Back in 1959, I got into the same situation you're in now. I just bought a '58 Bel Air and took it out for a spin. I was 18 at the time and I really pushed that car. I was bending down to change the radio station, then I heard the loudest noise I've ever heard. I looked up and there was a old Volkswagen flipping up onto my hood and then fell off and started rolling along behind me. I stopped the car to see the little car land in a ditch. I pulled the man out. He was an old indian man. He said that his time was up and he wanted to thank me for saving him from the now burning Volkswagen. He said, 'Give me something, anything' so I looked around and picked up the hood ornament from my new Chevy and handed it to him. He grabbed it and put it up to his forehead and started chanting some mumbo-jumbo. When he was done, he handed it to me and said that all I had to do was put that thing up to my forehead and make a wish! I thought he was crazy so I told him to calm down, but he just died right there. "
"You know what, man? I think YOU'RE the crazy one here."
"Shut up boy, and pay attention! If you don't believe me, than you get a free antique. What have you got to..."
The man's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he died. Curtis didn't quite know what to make of this, but the old man was right in one thing, Curtis still had this hood ornament for all his trouble. He walked back to the car. Curtis looked over the damage, the whole front end was bent-up, the headlights, grill, and bumper were totally mangled, the hoop was slightly bent and one of the fenders was also bent. The car could still run, but what would he say to his mom? What about his insurance? He took a look at the hood-ornament and thought to himself.
He put it to his forehead and said " I wish my car was in perfect mechanical and physical shape." He was almost ready to put the thing away when the front end started to move. The car was straightening itself out! The shards of glass flew up, fused together and stuck onto the headlights. The cracks in the grill disappeared, a turn-signal that fell off down the road flew over and melded itself to its original position. Not only that, the paint was shiny! No more rust, no cracked taillights! It REALLY works!
He jumped around and did a little dance. Then after thinking to himself, why not make myself irresistable to women! Curtis had never been on a date before, due to the fact that he wasn't the best looking person in the world. He would be if he worked out, and got a tan, but he was just too lazy to do it. Now, he had his chance to change his physical appearance just by wishing. Curtis wasn't stupid either. He read all the stories on the Breast Expansion Archive, about how people would wish for something, and something bad would happen to them. No way, not him. He got a pen and paper from the glovebox and thought for a while. He then wrote down " I wish to be attractive to all heterosexual women, not only sexually, but emotionally." He then put the hood-ornament to his head and read the wish. He stood around for a minute waiting for it to happen, when all of a sudden, he felt this tingling all over his body. It was so intense that he passed out.
Sarah was driving along the same road in her rusted out Camaro. It was nighttime and she couldn't wait to get to a hotel. She was about 5'6", slim, blonde hair, blue eyes. She was cruising at a steady 55 when she saw some flames coming from an overturned car. She pulled over and ran to the twisted wreck. The flames were dying out already and if there was anyone in there then they would be dead already. She looked around and saw an old man lying on the ground, and a well-built guy lying on the ground. There was something about him that she really liked. She couldn't place her finger on it. She looked at the old man, and could tell that he was dead. She went over to the man lying next to the large sedan. He was holding a note in one hand and a chrome object in the other. He was still alive, just unconscious. She read the note and thought it was pretty strange. The object in his other hand was an emblem for a car, she assumed. She was trying to piece it together. The man started to stir. She quickly put the note back in his hand and tried to wake him up.
The blackness was starting to fade, and Curtis opened his eyes to see the big star-filled sky over him. He attention was instantly turned to the beautiful woman lightly slapping him in the face. He thought she was pretty hot, except for the absence of large breasts. Although he couldn't see them well, because she was wearing a baggy t-shirt.
"All right, I'm awake! Stop it!" Curtis said.
"What happened here?"
Curtis didn't want to tell a stranger that he killed that guy. "I saw the burning car and when I got out, I passed out."
Curtis got up and gathered his senses. He put the note and ornament in his pockets. That's when he got a good look at her. Breasts aside, she was the most beautiful woman he had seen. He thought of what to say, and finally said "Thanks, uhhh..."
"Sarah, Sarah Wilson."
"Sarah, that's a beautiful name. Mine's Curtis. Well, where are you going to tonight?
"Las Vegas, but I was looking for a hotel for the night."
"Well, would you like to go to dinner first?"
"I can't, I'm sorry. I'm really tired and I should go."
She ran back to her car, even though something told her not to. She waved and got in the car, turning the key, thinking of why she's so attracted to him. Is it love? The engine wouldn't start for some reason. She looked back, at Curtis. He was looking down at himself, feeling his arms and stomach. He tightened his belt on his now loose jeans. He was thin. He was toned. He turned around and took a look down his pants. "Wow! Must be a foot long or something!" he thought.
Sarah was just staring at him looking himself over, although his back was turned. She finally snapped out of it. "I must be in love." She thought. She was afraid, yet, compelled to call Curtis over to help her. What other choice did she have. Curtis quickly found the problem. She was out of gas. Curtis offered her a ride, and normally she'd refuse, because a stranger on a lonely highway, in the middle of the night... They both got into the Mercury and were off.
She finally broke the silence by saying "What was that note for?" Curtis, stunned, and a little embarassed said "What note? Oh, you mean the one I was holding. Why, did you read it?"
"Yes." She replied sheepishly.
Curtis' mind raced. Shit! She knows. Can I trust her? Is it affecting her? How long does this damned wish take? I guess I can trust her.
"Did you see the hood-ornament?"
"Yea, why?"
"Well, you'll probably think I'm crazy or something but, it grants wishes. The dead old dude gave it to me."
"I figured that out already, but how does it work?"
"You put it up to your head like this." He showed her.
"Really, and you wished that, on the note? So, am I under your spell now?"
"Uhh, I guess. Do you find me attractive?" He said it with the least self-confidence as could, since he doesn't have much.
"Sure." She was starting to feel aroused now. "But you changed your appearance with that thing right?"
"Yea"
"Can you change mine?"
"I don't really know. When I drop you off at your hotel, we'll try." He was so excited. She actually liked him.
The shiny maroon Mercury pulled into the dusty motel parking lot. The neon sign, advertising cable TV, buzzed everytime it flashed. She got her room and they both went in. It was a crumby room with one queen sized bed. The TV was broken anyway, so the sign outside was good for nothing. She turned around and said with a big smile "Ok, now do it." Curtis took the shiny ornament out of his pocket and thought about what he was going to say. He really wanted to steal her heart if she was going to have big tits her whole life. "Before I do this, do you love me?"
"Yes, yes I do."
Well, she sounded like she meant it. He though hard and then put the piece of chrome up to his forehead and said "I wish Sarah had breasts the size of basketballs."
She felt the same tingling that Curtis felt, but centralized in her chest area. She started to feel dizzy and everything was going black. Curtis stood there in amazement as her little breasts started pressing against the loose t-shirt pulling it tight against her back. She could barely stand due to the tingling sensation. The breasts grew outward and downward. Her nipples grew hard and pressed into the shirt even harder. Curtis had the biggest hard-on in his entire life, literally! Her breasts finally stopped at the size of regulation basketballs. She shook the wooziness and dizziness away and looked down at herself. She couldn't see her feet! She felt them and they jiggled a little. Her panties and jeans were now wet. She looked in the mirror and thought to herself "Sure, he likes it now, but they could be bigger."
"Make them bigger" She said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, please!" She begged.
"Ok, here goes" He wished them to be as big as beach balls. Her breasts started ripping the shirt around the sides. She started feeling woozy again. The shirt was originally baggy, but short. You could see her naval and stomach. Now, her tits were growing out from under her shirt. Finally the growth stopped, the shirt straining to stay together. She finally regained her senses and looked in the mirror once again. Bigger? Why not?
"Make them bigger! Bigger!" She moaned. Curtis was speechless, he couldn't move. His cock throbbed inside his pants. She noticed it and said "Cat got your tongue, well, this kitty's gonna get something else of yours if you make them bigger."
He snapped out of it and wished them bigger. The shirt totally disintegrated and her tits were resting on the bed, and she was standing up. "Keep going!"
They filled the bed when she told him to stop. She sat on the bed and motioned him to come over. He walked over and started rubbing one of her hubcap sized areolas and she leaned back and moaned. He started sucking on her nipples and milk started to pour out all over his mouth and the carpet. He took all his clothes off and that's when Sarah saw his 12" dick. She got so wet and started fingering herself. Curtis pushed the gigantic breasts apart and got onto the bed. He slid his cock into her but she could barely take the whole thing. He started pumping her and she put her head back and moaned, while rubbing her closet sized tits. Curtis kept pumping and finally reached his climax and filled her with cum which made her orgasm. She squeezed him with her legs until the orgasm subsided. He wasn't done though.
He got up and sat on top of her tits and she put his cock in her mouth and began sucking. She could barely fit his gigantic member in her mouth and almost started gagging on it. He finally cummed, and Sarah swallowed what she could, and all the rest went all over the place. They went to go clean up, but she couldn't move with those washing-machine sized breasts. Curtis wished them back to beachball size, but this got Sarah horny again, she threw him back on the bed and sat down on his cock. She started bucking up and down while putting her breasts in Curtis' face. He was sucking on a nipple and rubbing the other which were both spraying out some milk. The sensation brought her to the largest orgasm she ever had and she screamed so loud that the whole motel could hear it. She was done, but Curtis wasn't. He rolled her over on her tits and started fucking her up the ass. He had a real hard time getting it in there. Sarah still enjoyed it. Curtis once again blew his load. They were both too damned tired to do it again and fell asleep where they were.
Curtis and Sarah got married and had two children and lived happy lives, and even happier sex lives. It is now 2040. Curtis still had his old Mercury and was on his way to Las Vegas for a business trip. He was in the cosmetic surgery business, specifically the breast enlargement business. He had to drive his wife's new compact car though because his Mercury wouldn't start. Hey it's 84 years old. The 80 year old man was driving his age in mph. He was changing the radio station when he suddenly got hit by a Cadillac in the side. His car did numerous flips and finally came to rest on the side of the road. The driver of the Cadillac pulled Curtis out and asked if he was all right.
Curtis said, "I want to give you something for pulling me from the car. Here." He handed the man a faded, chrome, emblem from a '58 Chevy Bel Air.