1.

"Yeah."

"Not to start things off badly between us, but I can already see we're going to have a problem."

"What?" Allison looked over her book to Lydia standing in their doorway. "Really? already, we haven't even been roommates for a whole day yet."

"It's nothing big, more of an observation actually. May I ask you a personal question?"

"Um... Sure, shoot."

"Well, let's see, do you..." Lydia paused, trying to conjure up the right words. Grabbing the chair from her desk she sat saddling the chair backwards, interrogation style. "Hmm, yes, do you have a problem with other women?"

"How so?" Ally sat up in her bed, pulling her knees under her chin, adopting a defensive pose.

"Today, during orientation, I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but notice that you sized up every girl in our group, along with every other poor girl in sight. What, do you sell bras or something?"

"No."

"Then, what's up? At first I thought you were a lesbian or something, but you were so harsh. You seemed to take a personal offense at any girl over a B cup. You accused half the girls here of having implants or stuffing, and some of those looks you shot them could have burned their brassieres!"

"Oooh, sorry," Ally seemed to shrink into herself. "You can call it a complex if you want, you certainly wouldn't be the first. It's just...I don't want to chalk it all up to jealousy, but yeah, that's a big part of it. I'm not against other girls, you know, being more endowed, but some girls just got more than their fair share. And why do they have to flaunt them? Okay, that's a dumb question, but it's like breasts are a membership to some great club, and I didn't get my membership cards."

"Well, maybe you didn't fill your quota up there, but you do know how to work with what you have. I mean, your skin is flawless, your hair is gorgeous, and there's a reason you're wearing those tight red jeans, and it isn't comfort. You're a natural beauty, pretty and petite, people should be jealous of you."

"Tit is part of petite you know, though I realize they don't really go together. Oh, I realize I'm just being superficial, and I don't think that I would want a guy who just wants to date a nice rack. Still, every time I look at another woman, deep down it makes me feel like..."

"Less of a woman?"

"Yes. I try to ignore it, really, but, what can I do, they're everywhere. I mean, how I'm going to be able to wake up every morning to those?" Ally spat, gesturing to Courtney, their other roommate, asleep in bed.

"Hmmm, they are really something," agreed Lydia.

"I think their real something's too, they don't look like fakes to me. And that's fine then, good for her, natures gift. Really though, does she have to sleep like that? I mean is she trying to impress us?

They watched Courtney as she slept, flat on her back, with her covers only pulled up just past her waist. She wore a very tight college tee, with the schools name stretching very scholastically across her perfectly pert and round, D-cup breasts. Courtney's bust slowly rose and fell mesmerizingly with every breath. With each breath they watched her shirt fill out more, then fall, only to swell confidently upwards again. With Courtney's every breath Lydia could see the envy in Ally's eyes.

"Allison, what do you think of magic?"

"I think it's about as realistic an option right now as implants, not that I'd ever, but they cost a fortune."

"Does that mean your open to it."

"To what?"

"Magic," Lydia responded staring seriously into Ally's eyes.

"Sorry?" Ally answered cautiously, caught by Lydia's powerful gaze.

"A spell to boost your bust, and hopefully your self esteem along with it. Now before you laugh or freak, know that I am serious. I already see I'm not going to get along with the drunken prom queen over there, and I would really like a roommate to pal around with, or else I just wouldn't feel I was getting the full college experience. That's just not going to happen though, if you're going to constantly obsess over your breast envy. I hope mine don't bother you, do they?" Lydia straightened up, emphasizing her nice B's.

"No," Ally said sounding confused, "but I certainly wouldn't mind trading with you."

"Then you're game?" Lydia asked eagerly.

"Um... sure, what the hell, I'll try anything once." Ally looked at her non-existent chest, "if nature couldn't do anything for me, perhaps the black arts can," she laughed.

"Oh, I'm a good witch," Lydia said excited, "and I mean that both ways." She ran to her desk and pulled out what looked like a beat up old recipe book that actually said 'Family Recipes' on the cover. "Black spells are meant to hurt other people, I don't mess with those. Still, use your breasts for the powers of good, you know, avoid the dark side, blah blah blah, and try not to go crushing people with your boobs and we'll be safe."

"I'll try," Ally smirked wondering if her roommate was having a big laugh at her expense, or was a just a loony.

"Okay, here we go," Lydia said putting on her glasses and pulling back her hair. "Now, magic spells never just give you exactly what you want. You can get results, but in a roundabout way, not really a catch, but more of a compromise. Anyway, this is what we call a competitive spell. We specify what you're lacking in, and the spell gives you a leg-up over your competition, or in your case, a cup-up. Ummm.... lets see, it's not too specific, but basically no matter where you go, you'll always have the biggest breasts by about a cup size. Sound good?"

"Okay, let me see if I have this straight," Ally asked trying to sound serious. "So, if I'm in a room with a B-cup girl, TA DA, I'm a C-cup. What happens if she takes off? Wait, what if I go outside?"

"Good question," Lydia said checking the book. "I guess its not really a matter of being in a room with another girl, but if you're within view of a bigger girl, indoors or out, you get to oust her. So it's probably around 100 feet or so, but when she's gone, so are your breasts. Which, by the way, I'd look at as a bonus, I mean, you'll have all the benefits of super breasts, but no lasting disadvantages. You won't have to deal with constant back pain, and you'll still be able to sleep on your stomach, at least on the nights when that little lush isn't here, which I expect will be frequently. At worst, just expect some surprises, which pretty much goes along with all magic."

"All right," Ally laughed, "get your magic wand, say Abracadabra or whatever, because I'm ready for breasts or bed, whichever comes first."

"Okay, but first of all, I need to know that this is something you really want, and that you're intentions are pure, that you intend no malice."

"Sure, sure and pretty sure," responded Ally yawning.

"Good," Lydia said moving towards Ally's bed, "hold that thought, then read this line here." Lydia pointed to a sentence in the book, none of which Ally saw was in English. She read it phonetically and in her best spell casting voice.

"Now what?"

"That's it, nothing fancy."

"I'll say. Now will it work right away, or do I have to wait four to six weeks for delivery?" Ally said trying to finish the practical joke so she could go to sleep.

"I'm not quite sure," said Lydia watching her intently, "how do you feel?"

Ally actually did feel something, but was certain it was just her wishful mind playing tricks on her. Still, there was something. Nothing visible, not under her baggy P.J.s, but she thought she could feel her breasts slowly moving inside along the fabric, even though she was sitting very still. She looked down into her oversized top to cancel her silly hopes, but was surprised at what she saw. "Oh my God!"

"I wouldn't go thanking him, remember he stopped you at an A-cup." Now Lydia was the one to joke.

Ally jumped up excitedly, and experienced her very first jiggle. "They're growing! My breasts are actually growing, I don't believe this!" Indeed, Ally was now up to a C-cup. "I...I can feel them getting bigger, it's, it's like they're being inflated or something."

Lydia watched her roommate with a satisfied grin. Ally clutched her blossoming bosom, which proceeded to slowly spread her fingers, filling out into her palms, and soon becoming quite a handful. "Look at me," she cheered, "I think I'm as big as Courtney now."

"Just you wait," promised Lydia.

Ally ran to the full length mirror, her swelling breasts bouncing for the very first time. Her eyes bulged when she saw that her boobs, (boobs, wow, I actually have boobs) now read loud and clear, even in the big top. The growth was slow, but noticeable and steady. Ally saw that some of the vertical stripes on her pajama top were now becoming horizontals. Staring at her own chest in the mirror, she watched the last of her growth in slack-jawed amazement. For a long while she just stood, stared, and worshipped her new reflection.

"Well," Lydia finally broke in, "let's put them to the test." Ally turned and saw Lydia holding a tape measure. Proudly holding her arms out, she let Lydia size her up, her smile growing as she watched Lydia's thumb move past inches she never dreamed of. "Well," it worked, congratulations, you're a double-D. How do they feel?"

"Great, wonderful!" Ally grabbed Lydia and hugged her tightly. "I still can't believe my eyes, but I guess I don't have to, since I can definitely feel them."

"Umph! I can feel them too," Lydia wheezed, "you'll have to ease off girl, you're crushing me."

"Sorry," said Ally backing off. "But thank you, thank you, thank you. That was the most amazing experience of my life. I can't describe it. At first when they grew they were taut, like balloons, but now that they've stopped they've loosened up. They're nice and soft." Ally looked back down into her now crowded top. "They're beautiful, no sag, and no big veins or stretch marks, just perfect."

"Glad you're happy," Lydia yawned and stretched. "Now I hope this will put an end to you're little complex, you're a big girl now. Well I've got to go to bed, first day of classes tomorrow you know. Try not to be up too late."

2.

Ally walked into her room and ceremoniously dropped a torn bra into the trash.

"How many is that?" Lydia asked looking impressed.

"Third one this week."

"Haven't you figured out those things yet?"

"I tried, look," said Ally handing Lydia her class schedule. Next to each class was a letter written in red pen.

"Your failing Psychology already!" Lydia scolded.

"Those aren't grades Lyds, do you really think I'm getting an E in Gender Studies?"

"Oh, wow," exclaimed Lydia taking another look. "You must really love Psych."

"Yeah, but my breasts are so unpredictable, just when I think I'm all set, some new girl always shows up, or a teacher stops by. I'm spending a fortune on new bras."

"Those things should be making you money. Hey, why not apply for a job at Hooters, you're guaranteed to always have the biggest... tips."

"Ha, ha," mocked Ally. "Not a bad idea, but I was one of the people out protesting that place last November. I'd feel I was betraying myself and every small chested girl not fortunate enough to have a witch for a roommate."

"Just a suggestion, guess you wouldn't be up to marrying some horny old millionaire either, eh?"

"Uggh. What do you think, my breasts grew and my brain shrank? I still have some morals you know, and so far my grades are excellent."

"Well, come on, lets go shopping and find something better to holster those babies in."

The bus ride downtown was a fascinating one for Lydia. During the first hectic weeks of classes the two freshmen girls had not had much time to spend with one another. Now Lydia was able to witness firsthand the effects of her handiwork. Ally wore a roomy, thick knit sweater, and sat by the window. As other women got on and off the bus, her bosom rose and fell accordingly. When she became noticeably larger, she simply leaned forward, and most was concealed. "Why are you hiding them like that?" Lydia asked.

"Its hard, I mean I want to show them off, but I have to have some consistency, or people will figure out something's up. Luckily I have all these baggy shirts and big sweaters, so no one can really tell what's underneath. So far I think I've got everyone at school convinced I'm a double-D. When I'm not, there are some tricks I've learned so no one will notice any real difference. Besides, breasts can be deceiving."

"And how has your social life picked up?"

"I've gotten a lot more confidence I think, but now most guys seem intimidated by me, or I should say by my chest. Mostly I get approached by overconfident jerks and jocks that just want a quick feel. I've gone on a few dates, nothing serious yet, but I don't mind getting a nice free meal. I've found that Italian restaurants are a pretty safe bet for boobs. Still, every guy wants to get me alone, and then what?"

"Well," Lydia said pointing at Ally's current D's, "those are just the bait, you still have to cast in the right places and be sure to toss back the bad fish."

"Yeah, there's one guy, named Mike... something, from Psych class. He's nice and funny, but I think he's intimidated by me, I don't think he's gonna ask me out, especially with all the jocks I've had swarming around me lately."

"Then ask him out, nothing wrong with being forward. You have a challenge, you need to find someone who will love you, not just your expanding endowments. That is, unless you can find some busty girl to follow you around all the time, one who doesn't mind a threesome."

"Yeah," Ally quipped sarcastically, "there's a thought."

"Here's our stop."

The store was fairly deserted at this hour. As they approached the brassiere department, Ally saw that its sole occupant was the sales girl, a bored looking stereotypical chesty blonde, busy filing her nails.

"Hold back," Ally directed Lydia away, "I want to have some fun."

Ally watched Lydia head off to sportswear, and hid herself around the corner letting herself shrink down to her original size. Once there she rushed the counter. "Hi, I'm looking for some bras," she asked the perturbed looking woman in a high pitched, giddy voice. Ally saw on the woman's strategically placed name tag that her name was Stephanie.

"Umm, sure," said Stephanie turning towards the selection. "Well, if you can't wait young Miss, we can start you off with a trainer."

Ohhh, Ally seethed. She was so mad she turned to leave, but upon seeing Lydia returning, she remembered her plan.

"I'm sorry, but don't you think that would be a bit small?" she asked in her normal voice. She gave a little tug on her sweater to show off her now blossoming endowments.

Stephanie, acting put-off, turned and gave her a second look. "Oh, my mistake, I'm sorry, we have some lovely B-cups. Boy, what I'd give to just be a B," she continued while searching again, "consider yourself lucky, you have no idea what a burden these things are."

Yeah, then why do you have them crammed into a top so tiny and low-cut that everyone can see what a 'burden' they are? Pretty obvious why they put you in this department Ally thought. "Whatever you think is best," she said with a giggle while giving Lydia a little wink.

"Here we go... Oh." Stephanie stopped.

"Is there a problem?"

"I'm sorry, these look to small. I'm usually great at this, I knew I shouldn't have skipped my morning coffee. You look more like a C... or possibly even a D."

"Why don't you just give me one in you're size, Steph."

"Oh honey," Stephanie mocked, "you're not exactly small like I had thought, but you're not, you know... big."

"I'm bigger than I look."

"I'll give you that," Stephanie agreed, still too self-absorbed to notice Ally's expansion. "In fact, I'd say you're definitely a D."

"Humor me."

"All right," Stephanie laughed, "if you want to know what a real bra looks like, I'll humor you."

She is big, Ally smiled holding the big new bra, but she's in for a bigger surprise. She fastened the bra over her stretching sweater, and they all saw that it was a very loose fit.

"Told you not to get your hopes up."

"Wait," Ally said adjusting the bra while she gradually filled it. "Maybe you're not seeing them in the right light."

Stephanie had already lost interest and had gone back to her important nail filing. "Give it up girl, besides that tiny frame of yours just isn't foundation enough to support a real chest."

"Maybe," Ally stalled, still catching up, "but you can't always tell a building by it's foundation." As she felt the bra become snug she turned to Lydia. Lydia, looking very impressed gave Ally the thumbs up sign, then took a step back as her roommate began to overtake the large bra. "Sometimes it looks like their just building a little house, but sometimes," Ally felt the bra begin to strain, "sometimes it turns out to be... a skyscraper."

Stephanie looked up just in time to see her twin brassiere burst. Lydia wished she had bought a camera.

"Sorry about that," Ally said removing the broken merchandise. She dangled it tauntingly in front of her larger chest, then dropped it before the befuddled looking sales girl. "You should consider yourself lucky, you have no idea what a burden these things are." Ally had to smack the counter to knock poor Stephanie out of her daze, accidentally sending aftershocks through her big unrestrained breasts. "Woah! sorry, give me a sec here." All eyes were on her seismic chest as it took several moments to settle down within the sweater. "Now, do you have any bras here that can handle me, or do I need to take my business elsewhere?"

"Um," mumbled Stephanie rubbing her head, looking like she really wanted a coffee, "I might be able to special order something."

"I think what my oversized friend here needs," Lydia finally stepped in, "is something expandable. Something that can give support, but also with lot of give. As you can see she is prone to some rather severe bloating."

"Hey!" Ally snapped and bopped her friend with her bloated boobs.

"Watch it busty," Lydia laughed, picking herself up. "I do know some black magic you know."

"You know," Stephanie began stepping away from the two bizarre customers, "I think its time for my break."

"Sorry Lyds," apologized Ally, "guess I don't know their strength. Boy, she wasn't much help," Ally sighed watching Stephanie go into a back room and feeling her chest begin to shrink again.

"Don't worry, I think I found just the thing over in sporting goods." Lydia led Ally across the store and saw that by the time they got there she was down to a C, where she always stayed in Lydia's presence.

"A leotard?" Ally quipped.

"More like a body suit, and besides its black and not some ugly neon color. Its some new miracle fabric, says it holds and supports, but grows with you. I think it might be for pregnant athletes."

"I don't know."

"Well, you said yourself that you can't afford to keep busting bras. Besides, here's one that's low cut, you can show off a bit."

"I can't let people see me swelling up!"

"So, you wear one of your baggy tops over it. Then, when you're up to size, you undo a few buttons, don't be greedy and keep those to yourself. By the way, I'd stick with you're biggest shirts, I didn't realize how big some women are."

"Tell me about it. Well, I've got that flannel I stole from my brother, its huge, even those breasts wouldn't have shown much in it." She examined the body suit, then almost tossed it back. "Forty eight dollars! guess I won't be buying my meals in the cafeteria any time soon."

3.

Standing in the convenience store at 11:30 PM, pondering whether tonight called for chicken or oriental Ramen Noodles, Ally felt herself absentmindedly leaning into the shelf. I'm gonna fall asleep standing up , she thought and backed away. Perhaps its a shrimp night. God I'm sick of all of these. Again she felt her chest slowly leaning into the shelf, and backed off. Maybe I should splurge on some Mountain Dew to wash it down, guess I'll need the caffeine tonight. Something then bounced off her left foot, and she glanced over to see what it was. It was a bag of Ramen, followed by another, then another, and another. They were falling off the shelf. She looked up again, then quickly did a double-take looking back down, not to the floor, but to her chest. Her breasts were expanding, moving steadfastly outward and knocking off any merchandise in their way. "Yipes!" she yelped unintentionally out loud. She quickly looked over the shelf to see if she had aroused any attention. No one seemed to notice her alone in the back of the store. The clerk had put down the magazine he was reading, and was arguing prices with a very loud, very rotund woman. Rotund didn't really cover it, she was utterly massive! As the woman turned her considerable bulk to pull something out of her purse Ally saw that she was even bigger up front. "Oh my god," she whispered to herself with both fright and excitement, "I can't possibly top those." She looked back down at her expanding self, "well then again, maybe I can." She was already larger than she had ever gotten before, and as her swelling breasts pushed on through the alphabet she could see that her safe, extra-large flannel was not so safe after all. Her breasts had finished any forward momentum the shirt could allow and were now filling out and taking up any and all available space left in the garment. As the room inside got tighter she backed away, as if that would relieve the pressure building in her straining shirt. As she bumped into the glass freezer cases behind her, a chill shot through her body right up into both her...

*PING*

What was that? Then she saw an oval shaped gap spreading between the upper buttons of her shirt. Inside she could see part of the shiny black body suit and her rising cleavage. I'm popping my buttons! she thought with quiet glee, followed by, wait, better take it off, don't want to be up sewing tonight. She tried to save the remaining buttons, but the strain on them was already too great and she couldn't possibly undo them. Man, I'm getting huge, just how big is this woman anyway? She looked back over to the feuding couple and realized that it was still going to be a while before she finished growing. Might as well enjoy it, she grinned grabbing onto the shelf in front of her with both arms for support. All right you two, lets see what you've got. Her surging bosom swelled past her elbows. It felt like someone was blowing up two big balloons, filling her shirt far beyond capacity. Only they weren't balloons she kept reminding herself. That's all you Ally, she told herself proudly as the pressure continued to build steadily within the confines of her surrendering flannel shirt.

*Pang* went another button as it ricocheted off a can of soup so hard it knocked it off the shelf.

"Woo hoo!" shouted Ally quite out loud, now not even looking up to check the others. She couldn't take her eyes off the sight spreading far out before her.

*PaPing* another button shot off almost straight up. Her eyes followed as it hit a fish-eye security mirror overhead.

She gawked in amazement at the image reflected back down to her. Ally saw her pretty little head dwarfed by two big beautiful peach spheres just barely contained in the flannel. She could see her flesh fighting it's way out, growing and growing despite the shirt's failing resistance. Like watching a great battle she became even more excited, and began breathing heavily. Her every breath magnified the already magnificent pressure inside. Keep growing, don't stop, not yet, she was silently urging her mighty breasts on, she didn't want to stop growing until she had defeated the flannel.

With a last *Pop*, the flannel fell gracefully to her sides, like a curtain parting and Ally's stage was definitely set. With the shirt taken care of the pressure was instantly released and the stretchy body suit let her partly covered breasts burst forth another half-foot all around. She would have to thank Lydia for that suggestion, for modesty's sake.

And still she grew. "Soooo big," she whispered reverently at her record bust. Ally's super superstructure now barely fit in the tight back isle. She found it unavoidable that her every little movement caused her enormous breasts to rub up against something in the store. She enjoyed the sensations coming at her from all directions, and found herself moving a lot.

How big? how big? she wondered as the growth finally subsided. She tried to judge their size by wrapping her arms around them. With great effort, and without being able to actually see her hands, she just barely managed to get her fingers to touch, and in doing so had to squeeze so hard as to push her boobs up past her chin. Letting out a little giggle at the absurdity of being able to do so, she gave them each a little kiss. Well, they're bigger than basketballs for sure, but not exactly beach balls either. Somewhere in-between, like medicine balls, she decided, only thankfully not quite so heavy. Lydia is definitely getting all the details as soon as I get back.

Just then she heard a commotion up front and saw the big lady storm out the door in a huff. Too bad, thought Ally as she patted the exposed tops of her overblown mammaries. I would have liked to have had you around for at least a little while. With a feeling of awe, she massaged them gently and thoroughly hoping to remember the feeling, the weight, everything to prove to herself that they were real and really hers. As she hid in the back of the store and grimly waited for her swollen boobs to fade, she eventually realized that they didn't seem to be going anywhere. That lady left five minutes ago, so why aren't I shrinking? She looked up front and saw that the clerk was again focused on his magazine. Then she saw through the window that the woman was sitting just outside on a bench reading a tabloid and smoking a cigarette, giving no sign that she would be going anywhere anytime soon. Ally spent another five minutes hiding in the back of the store pondering her new figure and how to get it out of the store. Wait, she realized, what am I so scared of? You'd think by now I'd be over any shyness. I'll be back to a reasonable size soon enough, why not have some fun while they last. Besides, she thought with a wicked smile, these babies practically demand an audience.

Straightening up Ally planned to strut boldly and seductively up to the counter. Unfortunately she didn't anticipate the added weight and sway caused by her new increased masses, and her boobs flung her ungracefully into a stack of cereal with a loud crash. As she eventually righted herself she was stunned to see that the clerk still hadn't paid her any mind. Man, what is that boy reading?

When she finally reached the counter she saw it was an issue of "D-Cup" that so engrossed the teen. "D-Cup, pbbbt!" Ally teased. Slowly she slid her overripened melons onto the counter and maneuvered them just up to the covers of the magazine, with the fold lined up with her cleavage.

"Yeah, well I ah, just finished "Forbes", and this was all that's left," said the clerk sarcastically, his head still enveloped between the pages.

"It's just that I don't think those girls are all that impressive, that's all."

"They make a hell of an impression on me lady."

"Maybe your standards are just too low..." With that Ally inhaled as deeply as she could, rapidly filling her lungs, causing her boobs to swell around the covers and swallow up the magazine right out of the hands of the dumb struck clerk.

"Whoah!" the clerk yelled, jumping to his feet.

"Thanks," said Ally breathing out and removing the magazine from the snug confines of her cleavage and dumping it in the trash.

"Holy cow!" yelled the boy again. He began moving his head side to side, up and down rapidly, trying to comprehend her vastness.

"Yes, o.k., that'll be just one packet of Ramen."

The boy continued maneuvering around her totally ignoring her talking head. He was practically dancing around her chest, and began shouting things that were becoming less and less intelligible. He looked to Ally like one of those savages from old B-movies.

"All right now, you're starting to scare me," Ally said backing away from the counter. As her boobs slid off the edge, the weight caused her to do a little bow giving the boy a perfect view down into her cavernous cleavage.

"Goannahawa!!!"

"Yes, well, umm..." Ally fished out a quarter and tossed it at him. "That's all, goodnight." With that she tuned to leave and inadvertently knocked over an entire display of Tic Tacs, with her wayward bosom. She ignored the scattering mints and bolted out the door, swearing she could hear the clerk yell, "come again!" on her way out.

She stopped outside by the large woman. She was still smoking and still reading her tabloid which Ally saw with amusement proclaimed to have a miracle bust enlargement secret on page 8. She looked at the woman who didn't seem to notice or care about her staring, and compared their figures. On her they don't even look like much, just another big bulge. But on me... Ally looked at her wildly disproportioned figure in a window. "Is there even a word for this type of a figure?" she asked as she twisted and turned examining her reflection.

"Humph," was the woman's only reply as she turned the page.

"Not an hourglass figure," Ally continued, "my bottom just can't compete. No," she thought looking at herself straight on, "I'd say a Martini glass figure about covers it." With her long slender body and her exploded torso, they did share a similar silhouette.

"Anyway, thanks," said Ally to the woman, though neither was really paying any attention to the other. "You've really made my night." She walked to the curb, making sure she was still in sight of the woman, and looked to see if anyone else was around, which sadly there was not.

"Where is everyone!" she yelled disappointed. Geez, she thought, totally pumped up and no one to appreciate it. Well, almost no one...

Turning back to the store, she saw the clerk staring at her, his hands and face pressed against the glass, looking like a little boy staring into a closed toy store. His eyes widened unbelievably as she approached. This time she managed to keep her balance, as she sauntered and swayed gracefully and seductively up to him. He was practically panting when she *Phwump* plopped her overflowing juggs up against the glass. Pressed into the glass her great globes looked even more perfectly round and perfectly huge. Their hemispheres were divided by soft pink skin up north, and the low-cut black body suit down south. Together with the help of the glass they now spanned about three delicious feet across. She had purposefully lined them up with his hands, giving him the illusion of holding her. She could barely see his head over her rolling hills, but she was sure this must be driving him absolutely mad. Eventually she got him to make eye contact, and gestured for him to come closer. He obliged deliriously, and brought his face up to hers. Now to finish him off, and she closed her eyes, puckered her lips, and moved in to meet his.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, she never made it, stopped short by her intervening boobs. She pressed in harder, which made them spread even more in diameter, but still left her inches away from her target. Practically crying from the sudden rush of emotions, Ally considered it the closest thing she had ever had to a religious experience. The clerk opened his eyes, and upon realizing her wondrous predicament, rolled back his eyes and passed out.

Hope I didn't kill him, she thought.

Ally lingered a while, still widespread against the storefront glass, trying to soak in all of her new glory. Eventually she backed off, letting her breasts spherize again, and feeling their great weight once more. Well, I still have a paper to write, Ally tried to coax herself into going home, and now buttons to sew. "Man, listen to me, I must be the most practical girl in the world." Turning to leave Ally caught a glimpse of the imprint she had left in the glass.

"Wow."

4.

For a while after the convenience store incident, Lydia wondered if she had made a mistake. At first it was all Ally would talk about, then after about a week, she seemed to be getting obsessed about it. Apparently big breasts were like a drug, and like a drug, Ally needed more. Even after Psych class she seemed depressed, wanting a new high, wanting always to be bigger.

Luckily, Ally eventually took Lydia's advice and asked Mike out. Dating seemed to curve her incessant cravings. They got along together great, and he didn't seem to mind when she confided in him that her breasts wouldn't always be around.

It was in April when Lydia told Ally about the contest. There was an adult video convention in town, and they were holding a contest to find the biggest bust. First prize was $5,000. She'd be able to buy some much needed clothes, and afford some decent food. It took some convincing, but in the end Ally realized that she didn't need to make a video, all she had to do was show up and collect the money she was guaranteed to win. Besides, she figured Mike would enjoy seeing his girlfriend at her best.

"So you're sure you want to come," Ally asked Mike. "I don't know how big some of these women might be, I may get too big for your tastes."

"Too big? well I'll just have to see it to believe it."

"Suit yourself, Whoah!" As Ally entered she felt two separate shocks, one at the sheer size and number of oversized breasts in the convention hall before her, and another inside as her own breasts immediately took to the challenge.

Mike was glad Ally had taken his advice and just wore her body suit under her red jeans with no top. He assured her that if they kept moving about, no one would notice her growth. He of course noticed, and even though he was among some of the most celebrated busts in history, his eyes never left his rapidly enlarging girlfriend.

Ally thought her chest seemed to be growing much faster than usual, perhaps because there were so many big breasted girls in her presence, the spell worked faster. They wandered quickly, and she noticed she was earning more and more stares as time went on, some now even from the models. Still, she would wait until she was good and huge before signing up in the competition. Until then, she was content to blossom for Mike, while checking out her competition and gleefully pointing out the many sets of fakes.

It took about fifteen minutes for Ally to finally max out, and she couldn't even guess at her size. Her chest hung down to her navel, and stuck out nearly two feet in front of her. The body suit held and supported her admirably, while also displaying an awesome amount of cleavage before many appreciative spectators and jealous competitors. Ally was offered and declined well over a dozen video deals, and several proposals of marriage, before the contest was finally announced.

Several people in the audience including Mike, applauded as Ally took the stage. Passing by the other girls she couldn't help but smile when she herd a girl with double G's mumble "oh, what's the point if she's here?" Ally continued down the row, and stopped next to the biggest girl, the one she had one-upped. As they each examined one another they gave similar surprised remarks.

"My God, those are real aren't they!?"

"Um, yeah," Ally responded, "I'm so against implants. Good luck."

"Thanks," responded the girl with an English accent and a pout, "guess I'll need it. You know they always say there's someone out there whose smarter, faster, better, or in your case bigger. I never believed I'd see it, but I guess I won't mind losing too much to a natural though."

The judge, a 40's something man dressed like a used car salesman, jumped on stage and began his shtick. Each woman was asked to pose, measured, and asked a few lame questions, but it was obvious to everyone already who the winner was.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems we have our winner, and new champion, Miss..."

"Wait!" A voice called out from behind stage.

All the girls turned to see as the curtains behind them started to part. Only a bulge appeared, two bulges actually, contained in blue and white spandex. Slowly they reached out further, and further. The colossal chest stood out two whole feet before its owner eventually emerged before a stunned and pleased audience.

"Courtney!" Ally couldn't believe her eyes. Her suddenly huge roommate looked like some superheroine in her spandex outfit, and she had to admit, looked even larger than her enormous self.

"Well, L... Ladies and Gentlemen," the judge stuttered almost drooling, "looks like we're very, very fortunate this year. I think we have a new winner."

"I disagree," said Ally now growing again. She moved up to Courtney and shot her a 'nice try' look. Now her boobs were obviously the larger of the four.

"Hmm," paused the judge, "you may be right. I'll have to call for the tape." The judge snapped his fingers and a very eager looking stagehand brought the measuring tape back on-stage.

"I'm sure I'm right, anyone can see."

"So sure, are you?" asked Courtney. "Anyone can see mine are the biggest," and actually now everyone could see that they were.

"How are you doing that?" asked Ally feeling herself becoming larger still.

"Lets just say I hear things in my sleep," said Courtney. Ally noticed that Courtney was growing now to surpass her again.

The judge backed away along with the other stunned contestants as everyone watched in disbelief. The two mammoth girls were swelling right before their eyes. One would grow, then the other, then over and over. It was like a game of leapfrogging breasts. Bigger and bigger, faster and faster, until their growths became constant. Both girls had grown down past their waists, their massive boobs reaching forth a full three feet in front of them. The other girls paled in comparison, and were forced to huddle together as the stage became more and more crowded with more and more of Courtney and Ally.

"Sorry girls, looks like you won't be competing in the final round," said Courtney as she spun her great girth around, and whalloped the girls, knocking them all clear off the stage and into the open arms of the audience.

"Now its just me and you Ally, and this stage isn't going to be big enough for the both of us, time for an old fashioned show down."

"Courtney, are you crazy? Don't you see, soon the stage won't even be big enough for both of your own boobs. You have to go, or we won't stop growing."

"You want to stop growing?" asked Courtney, "then you leave."

Ally went for the nearest door, but her progress was tediously slow due to her greatly increased front. When she reached the stage door she realized there was no way she could possible squeeze her widening chest through. She now spanned over four feet across, and she could no longer tell how far outward. The body suit was stretching to its limits, so much so that the black fabric was becoming transparent. Across the room she saw the double doors of the main entrance, and made a go for it. She would have to move fast. "Mike," she called to him in the audience, "help me, please." Together they managed to lift her big hindering masses, and pass by the amazed crowd. No one was watching Courtney as she hefted her own heavy loads onto a serving cart, and wheeled herself to the doors ahead of Ally.

"Courtney, what are you doing? Let me out," Ally pleaded trying to hold herself up.

"I don't think so," replied Courtney as she slid her chest off the cart and plopped her vast-self down in front of the door, blocking the way out.

"Then get yourself out, you're still small enough to fit through, hurry!"

"I'm hardly small," Courtney said angrily. "But I will be if you leave, and I can't let that happen. I want to be big," she leaned forward and tried to hug her swelling boobs, "I want to be the biggest."

Ally looked around desperately, seeing nothing but wide unhelpful eyes. There, about thirty yards away was a big shipping garage-type door, at least ten feet wide. She and Mike managed to get her onto the cart, her boobs nearly covering it completely. They started wheeling her toward the door, but her increasing weight was slowing the cart down. The wheels screeched under the strain of the great load. Her breasts grew and rose and spread. The stitches of the body suit were starting to give. Her chest soon entirely blocked her view, but still they kept pushing for the door. The metal cart started to bend and buckle. Please stop growing, come on, we can make it. One wheel broke, then another. The cart was stuck. Ally pushed harder, but then the whole structure collapsed, spilling her onto the floor. Her impact was met with a loud splat as her breasts smacked the tile, followed by a loud tearing sound as she burst out and destroyed the body suit. She managed to wiggle her legs out from under her newly exposed breasts, then turned herself around to try and back into the door. Ally's breasts were now almost as tall as herself. Only slight progress was made, and she was still a good ways away. Ally was too big. She was anchored to the floor by her own enormous mammaries, and couldn't budge. Mike just stared as his girlfriend was slowly dwarfed by her own chest. "Mike!" Ally had to yell to knock him out of his trance, "see if you can find something to move me." By now they were each approaching the size of small cars, and still they grew, faster and faster. He'll need a forklift or better the way I'm going, she thought nervously to herself. "Hurry before I get too big."

RRrppp! Ally looked over and saw Courtney's breasts tear free from their spandex confines. This was met by a round of applause from her cheering spectators. Courtney's great expanse now completely blocked the double doors. Ally observed that together, Courtney's breasts looked like a big fat figure eight turned on its side. Wait, she thought, a figure eight sideways is the infinity symbol. Oh, God, we're in trouble.

Now Ally was making progress to the door. Not that she could hope to fit through it anymore. Her inflating boobs were pushing her backwards as they spread further and further out in all directions. She could no longer see, at about eight feet high and over twenty feet wide, her giant fleshy orbs completely blocked her view. She could feel every chair and table she was knocking over, sensations were coming from all around as her breasts slowly engulfed the floor. She could also feel what seemed like hundreds of hands all over her. This she enjoyed. Is this what I've always wanted, wasn't this my fantasy? Ally closed her eyes. She began massaging her own chest along with the others. She was lost in her emotions and sensations. Yes, yes, this is what I wanted. These are power. Grow, keep growing, don't stop. I wanted to be big, now I have the biggest breasts in the whole world.

A loud crash brought her back to the seriousness of the situation. What was that? Was that me, or Courtney? Ally had almost reached the door behind her. To avoid crushing herself, and for a better look around, she slowly used the growth to move up the wall, and balance herself up on top of her chest.

Ally was now fifteen feet in the air, halfway to the ceiling and gaining fast. She could see Courtney in a similar position across the room. She looked half crazed, and was rubbing her colossal boobs while cheering others to do the same. My God, is that how I look? Courtney seemed so small high atop her titanic chest, like a girl trying to pin down two hot air balloons with her body. Courtney was growing so big so fast that Ally could actually see the growth, and she saw that soon she would meet up with her own outstretching pair. Between the two of them was the crowd, yet no one seemed afraid, and no one was leaving. The fools still hadn't figured things out yet, even some of the models were enjoying the spectacle. The stage door was still open, and seemed to be the only way out, though Ally's right breast was fast approaching. "Mike! Mike, where are you!" Ally shouted out, she had to warn him. She couldn't seem to find him anywhere, but suddenly she felt something or someone land on her in the distance.

Mike had climbed onto a lighting rig over the stage and leaped onto his girlfriend's Winnebago sized breast. He found the sensation much like a carnival bounce house. His impact caused massive tremors, and the waves almost knocked him back off. He paused on all fours for a while to ride out the aftershocks. His arms and legs were being gradually spread as the skin beneath him widened and stretched. Now he was reminded of being on an elevator. He was rising, and the ceiling was definitely getting closer. He cautiously made his way over to his girlfriend's frightened face in the distance. "O.K. Ally, I'll admit it, I think this is might be too big for even my tastes," he said, not entirely meaning it.

"I can't stop, and neither can Courtney. What the hell was she thinking? You have to find Lydia, she must have a way to stop the spells. Hurry, while you can still get out the stage door!"

Mike gave Ally a gentle kiss. "It'll be all right," he said turning, "don't worry." As he made his way back however, he slipped on her smooth surface. With nothing to grab for he slid down the curve of her boob, and fell down into her canyon of cleavage and out of sight.

"Mike! Mike! are you all right?" This is a nightmare. The ceiling was closing in. Her expansion was destroying everything in it's path. Tables and displays were being pushed around by her bulldozer breasts. Bigger and bigger she grew. Now she could feel something else, something big. It was Courtney. They had finally reached each other in the middle of the room. Now there was panic. The girls were pushing against one another, the floorspace was now covered. Between them they could feel people trapped, trying to push their way out, only now they had no way out. Ally felt them all. Ally now felt the walls. Still she swelled. Five feet from the ceiling, then three, then two. Her back now touched the ceiling and she began to cry. Pressure was building. Still they swelled, bigger and bigger with no signs of stopping. She felt herself pushing against the walls, the ceiling, the floor, everything, including Courtney, who was pushing back. Either we'll be crushed Ally thought, or the building itself will collapse. It seemed to her it would be both. In the distance she could make out muffled cries for help. She could here windows breaking, and feel herself pushing out into the new spaces. Bigger, fuller, faster, her twin blimps pushed on. Now she heard loud creaking and cracking sounds, the bricks were crumbling and the girders were giving way. Still the pressure built, still they grew and grew. Courtney and I will keep going and growing, right out of this building. Nothing can stop us, we can't be separated now, so spells will never stop. Soon we'll be so big we'll overtake the whole city, crushing everything in our path, then what? The state, the country, how big? It was uncomprehendable. It'll be like in the old cartoons where the characters keep drinking the miracle grow until they grow so big they dwarf the earth, then the galaxy, then the.... Is it possible, what's stopping us? Will they have to call the National Guard, will they attack us? Who will win. Bigger and bigger.

As Ally's mind flooded with fears her eyes poured with more tears. The pressure was too great, soon something would give. Much like Alice who cried a river when she became too big to pass through the small door into Wonderland, Ally cried for her own predicament. If only she could get hold of that bottle saying "drink me", she could shrink down. But alas, there was nothing to do but cry, cry and continue her steadfast growth. The pressure was incredible, unbearable. I can't stop, I can't ever stop. I'm too big, too big for this building, too big for anything. Her tremendous breasts pushed her harder and harder into the weakening ceiling. She was engorged by her own unending flesh. Soon it had to be over, one way or the other it would end. Bigger and bigger.

Ally wept and awaited her fate. She wept because she wasn't careful when she got what she wished for. She wept because it was all she could do. She wept so hard she didn't notice when the pressured began decreasing, slowly at first, then rapidly. W...what? Did the building finally give, or am I dying? No, wait... Ally floated down the thirty feet to the floor on the cushiony pillows of her diminishing breasts within a matter of seconds.

This isn't a tragic story after all.

Mike had managed to crawl out of Ally's behemoth bosom and got to Lydia who, being a good witch, of course could remove the spells. They all managed to abandon the building before it collapsed, and before the baffled authorities arrived. Courtney was devastated. She had been on the verge of climaxing with the greatest of conceivable orgasms, (as is said to happen a lot in these cases) but was cut short. Many of the men in attendance acquired a somewhat Freudian fear of breasts, and quickly sought out new fetishes. The others had memories that would keep them smiling for all their days. Many of the models took time out from modeling, and did some serious thinking. Some got reductions, the whole ordeal was just too surreal and too much for them. Others did the opposite, having seen what truly big could mean, they set their aspirations higher. Ally finally got over her breast envy, partly thanks to Mike who never strayed. He had his memories, and Ally had always had plenty to offer anyway. Besides, Ally was still a curious girl, and more than open to trying some of Lydia's other spells.

the end
clovis 1998