It Happened One Night In Saskatchewan ------------------------------------- by guhbone Danielle and Clint just sat at the kitchen table, not saying a word. Light from the full moon streamed through the window, it's light glinting off an object on the tabletop between them. Both were in their night robes. Did it really just happen? To them both, it seemed it was just a dream, albeit a incredibly vivid one. But the proof of it's reality sat there - the most intricate and strange amulet either of them have ever seen. The green gemstone set in it's center seemed to glow softly in the moonlight. It was exactly 12:10 a.m., Sunday morning, and exactly 10 minutes after both Danielle and Clint were abducted. *** It was a scene like out of an X-Files episode - bright lights shone in both of their eyes as they both stood, naked as the day they were born, in a large, sterile metal room. Strange beings could be seen at the edge of their vision, but the lights washed out any clear distinctions. A mechanical voice boomed overhead. ~You have been selected for our experiment.~ Danielle looked around wildly, fear in her eyes, as she covered her small breasts with her arm and, with her other hand, covered her sex between her slim, bony hips. Clint just stood there, awestruck. He didn't spare a thought to cover up his short penis. ~You will be given an amulet.~ ~The amulet will grant mammary growth and pelvic growth for the female.~ ~The amulet will grant penis growth and musculature growth for the male.~ Both Danielle and Clint just stared in confusion. ~Do not tell anyone.~ There was a flash of blinding light, then they were back in bed, just waking up as if from a deep sleep. Danielle sat bolt upright. "God, Clint, I just had the most vivid dream," said Danielle, the moonlight from the bedroom window outlining her delicate shoulders. She glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand. The glowing numbers read 12:01. "Really? Me, too," answered Clint, as he worked himself up into a sitting position. His plumpish face formed a double chin as he let out a large yawn, "There were these bright lights, metal floors, and..." "...and a booming mechaninal voice," Danielle finished. This woke Clint fully as he stared into his wife's eyes, his fear rising. In unison, they turned their heads to the foot of the bed. A small metal amulet glinted in the moonlight. *** A teapot whistled loudly in the background. Clint woodenly got up and walked to the stove in their large house, poured his wife and himself some tea, and came back to the table and sat down. Danielle never took her eyes off the amulet. "Well, there were those reports about crop circles in the paper a few days ago," Clint offered, his hands shaking as he placed the mugs down, "On McDoogle's farm, just 15 miles south of here." The article from the city paper, which made front page news in this sleepy section of Saskatchewan, stated that Doug McDoogle's wheat crop had a strange circular formation in the middle of his field. No identifiable tracks lead in or out. The National UFO Watchers Association was quick to label it an authentic crop circle, much to the chagrin of Doug. UFO-watchers from around country swarmed field for a few days but most local people just dismissed it as a practical joke. Both Clint and Danielle noticed the increased traffic along the dusty stretch of dirt road in front of their small acreage that lead to Doug's farm. The hoopla had begun to die down, though. "Maybe it's all a coincidence...?" tried Clint. "Clint, it's real. It has to be real," Danielle finally spoke. Clint sipped as his tea, "Maybe. Maybe. It just doesn't seem likely, that's all." Clint got up, and hugged his wife of 8 years. They got married young - he was only 21 at the time, she was 19 - but it was true love. Clint finished up his chemistry degree and they bought an acreage with an old large house just 10 minutes south of the nearby prairie city. Danielle indulged her twin passions of horseriding and gardening while Clint earned them a decent living. They had no kids, but several dogs and cats, and they were happy. "Let's just go to bed," said Clint, "Things will make more sense in the morning." The two of them laid in bed for a long time before finally drifting off to sleep. *** It had been three full days since the incident. Both Clint and Danielle did their best to forget about it. In fact, the amulet still sat on the kitchen table, unmoved since that night. Clint was just finishing up his breakfast before heading off to work in the city. Clint worked as a chemist at the local fertilizer plant, a good paying job with steady hours and great benefits. It didn't give him much physical activity, though, and he had softened up over the past five or so years. A small pot belly and a thin layer of fat covered his body. He wished he was in better shape, but didn't apply himself as hard as he needed to. Plus, it was inconvenient driving into town to the gym. "See you tonight, honey," Clint said as he kissed his wife and left through the side door. Danielle watched him drive off from the kitchen window, their SUV kicking up dust on the dry dirt road and the dogs chasing after it for a bit. After his vehicle disappeared in the distance, Danielle walked to the kitchen table, her tall, slim figure barely making her sun dress wisk. She stared at the amulet. She had a lot of time to think about what happened that night, and her curiousity about the amulet was just beginning to win over her lingering fear. 'The amulet will grant mammary growth and pelvic growth for the female.' the booming voice had promised. Danielle has always wished for a more curvaceous body. She saw herself as nothing more than skin and bones, and the perceived view was not far off from reality. The sundress hung limply from her narrow shoulders and down her 5'8" frame. There were few curves to define a shape. Danielle had petite A-cup breasts, a small waist that tapered in slightly, and narrow hips. She knew her measurements by heart, since they hadn't changed since junior high: 30-24-30. She remembered growing up, with all other girls growing breasts and curves and womanly hips while she just grew taller. She waited patiently for her time to grow, too, but that time never came. She sighed a little and fingered the amulet. 'What if...?' she thought to herself. Impulsively, she grabbed the fine chain of the amulet and, with only a moment's hesitation, slipped it over her head and around her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut and tensed, waiting. Nothing happened. She tentively opened one eye then the other and looked down at herself. Massive tits and wide sexy hips were definately not there. She was as flat as she had ever been. Danielle sighed again. "I guess it wasn't real after all," she said as she reached to take it off. Then she felt it - the slightest little tingle centered on her nipples. Excited, she ran to the washroom and pulled off her dress to inspect herself in the mirror. There was the smallest of swellings around her nipples. She noticed it immediately. "Oh my god, it works," she breathed. She sat down on heavily on the toilet lid, her legs suddenly weak in the knees. She then smiled to herself, dirty thoughts dancing in her head. This was like a dream come true. *** Danielle went about her day like any other, feeding the horses, plucking weeds and playing with the dogs, but with an extra bounce in her step and breaking out into a smile more often than not. By late afternoon, there was an extra jiggle in her step, too. Her breasts had swollen to a small B-cup. To Danielle they felt huge - she had never had any boobs before - and she found herself cupping and fondling them throughout the day, mesmerized by their shape and weight. Her ass didn't escape the effects of the amulet either - her former bony butt had plumped out a little into the cutest little curves. She felt like a knockout. She measured herself again: 32-24-32. She was a 30B cup, now. Danielle heard Clint driving up dirt road, and quickly ran inside and took off the amulet and placed it back on the table. The dogs barked outside as she threw on a sweater over her dress and waited for Clint to come in. She wanted to surprise her love tonight. "Honey, I'm home!" Clint said. He had a bouquet of flowers in one hand. Danielle smiled and bounded over to her husband, hugged him and kissed him full on the lips. "Oh, Clint, you're the sweetiest!" she said after their lips seperated. "Hey, honey," stammered Clint, "Um, I brought you some flowers." "They're lovely!" said Danielle, as she picked them up and started putting them into a vase, "Supper's ready and at the table." They ate a nice meal and chatted about the day. Clint studiously avoided looking at the amulet. Danielle was visiably ansy. Clint remarked on it. "Clint, it worked," she blurted out. "What? What worked?" Clint replied. "The amulet! It works! It really works!" continued Danielle, "I wore it all day today." "Danielle, you did?" Clint said, sounding increasingly intrigued. "Come to the bedroom, and I'll show you," replied Danielle. They slipped to the bedroom and Clint sat on the bed. Danielle took off her sweater. Her new curvy form was outline in her sundress. Clint's jaw dropped. "Holy crap, Dani!" "I know! Isn't it great?" Danielle said as she twirled around, her shoulder length, wavy brown hair spinning. Clint stood up, put one arm around his wife, and looked deep into her eyes, "It's amazing." They kissed. Clint and Danielle made love deep into the night, both of them reveling in Danielle's slightly curvier body. They fell asleep in each other's arms. *** Danielle woke up first, slipped out from Clint's arms, and made her way to the bathroom, naked. She did a double take when she looked at herself in the mirror. "What the hell?" She leaned in for a closer look. Her curves were gone. It was like she never wore the amulet at all. "Clint, get in here!" Clint sleepily came into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes. "What?" he said through a yawn. "I'm...normal...again," Danielle said. Clint saw that the curves he so enjoyed last night were gone. But he didn't mind. He hugged his wife. "Honey, I still think you are as sexy as ever," he whispered in her ear. Danielle nodded, but already she was thinking ahead to the day. She was putting the amulet back on. *** Clint drove off to work again in the SUV, with Danielle watching from the window like she always did. When he was out of sight, she went back to the table and slipped on the amulet, with no hesitation this time. The familiar tingling came back. "Work your magic," she whispered to the amulet. Again the growth continued throughout the day, as it did the day before. In fact, it seemed to happen a little faster. By the end of the afternoon, Danielle was pleased to find herself bigger than before. She had swollen to a 32 1/2-25-33 and was sporting a pair of what had to be large B-Cups. She was a little surprised at the bigger waist, but it flowed enticingly into her wider hips. She felt even sexier than yesterday. When Clint drove up today, she didn't take off the amulet. She instead kept it on and dragged him to the bedroom, stipping clothes off as they went. With her on top, Clint's hands were free to explore his wife's body. Her breasts filled his hands like never before, and he loved squeezing her rounded ass. Little pencil eraser nub nipples sent electric shivers through Danielle when he tweaked them. It wasn;t long before he came explosively inside her. For the first time in a long time, he felt a little embarrassed that his wife had to be satisfied with his 5 and a 1/2 inche penis. She had gotten damn sexy. "Clint, I want you to try on the amulet," said Danielle, after their latest go-round. Clint, wanting the same thing, tried to hide his anticipation by asking, "Are you sure?" "Clint, it's incredible," Danielle replied, "I've never felt so sexy in my life." Danielle sat up and removed the amulet nestled between her breasts. Her breasts. She cherised the thought. Clint took the amulet from Danielle as she handed it to him and slipped it over his head. It rested between his own flabby pecs. He sighed at that thought. He remembered growing up with Danielle, lusting after her day after day. He was too shy and embarrassed about his body to ask her out. Finally, he muscled up the courage to ask her and was surprised to hear her reply 'Yes, I would love to!' He then remembered the first time they had sex, Danielle staring at him lustfully despite his 5 1/2 inch erection, her rail-thin body pressed up against his plumping frame. He sighed lightly at the memories. He thought back to the booming voice: 'The amulet will grant penis growth and musculature growth for the male.' He hoped it was true. "How long does it take to work?" he asked after a few minutes. "Oh, the changes are slow," quipped Danielle, her breasts jiggling in the air, "Let's go have something to eat." She bounded out of bed and out of the room. Clint just stared at his wife's heart-shaped ass. It was 11 in the evening before the couple dared to inspect the changes in Clint. They did their best to distract each other over the course of the evening by playing a board game and watching some CSI. Finally, they couldn't wait any longer. "Let's go check you out," Danielle said. Clint followed her to the bathroom. Slipping off his shirt, he heard Danielle gasp. Once his shirt cleared his head, he gasped himself. His manboobs were gone. In their place were slightly defined pecs. His pot belly had shrunk considerably. It was still there, but it was noticably smaller. "Take off your pants, Clint," said Danielle with barely contained excitement. He did with a fervor all of his own. Toned thighs cradled a cock that was bigger than Clint remembered. Danielle crouched at his cock, her B-cups jiggling slightly. Clint no longer felt embarrassed as he saw the look of desire in his wife's eyes. She stroked his member into an erection and grabbed her tape measure. She breathed, "Clint, you're seven inches long." Sex that night was incredible. The growth spurts each of them had experienced seemed to unlock a torrent of sexual energy. Clint was worn out, despite his improved physique, by the time his wife was finally sated. He slipped the amulet off and drifted to sleep next to her sleeping form. *** The pattern repeated itself for weeks, each time the growth accelerating a little more, and each time the changes a little more drastic. Always, the changes reverted themselves overnight. Neither of them have yet worked up the nerve to wear it overnight. It turned out at exactly midnight, the changes of the day vanished. It came as a bit of a shock to them the first time they stayed up to observe it happen, but they were comforted by the fact that they could grow again tomorrow. By the third week Danielle was swelling to a D-cup with a full day's wearing. Her heavy breasts looked especially large on her narrow frame. The perky grapefruit sized tits were capped with large pink nipples that Clint just loved to suck. Her tits rested on a ribcage that tappered to her still slim waist before flaring out to some enticing hips. She was a 34-26-36 now at the peak of her growth, with a curvy heartshaped bubble butt that fit nicely in Clint's hand Clint himself was sporting a chiseled look with washboard abs and baseball sized biceps. Large toned thighs stood guard on either side of an impressive cock: 6 inches long when soft, and 9 1/2 inches long and 6 inches around when hard. Danielle attacked it nightly with great fervor. She was turning into quite the size-freak. When going to restaurants in town for a late dinner Danielle attracted stares from all the guys, and some of the girls. Clint cut a nice look in his suit. Both loved the attention. "Danielle, I want you to try wearing the amulet overnight," said Clint one Friday evening, "I want to see what happens." Danielle, who now hated her stick-thin look in the mornings, was quick to agree, "I want the same thing. I wonder if I will continue grow, or if it will just stop the reversal?" "I guess we'll find out tonight," Clint said with a glint in his eye. *** The alarm clock read 11:59 in the bedroom where Clint and Danielle were standing. Clint was his old pudgy self, as they opted to have Danielle wear the amulet the entire day. It's affect on her was astounding. Danielle's heavy breasts curved outwards at a gentle slope from her collarbone, and swelled into a perfect teardrop shape. Large nipples stood erect on her double D-sized breasts in the cool air. Her waist curved gently to 38" hips that framed her shaved sex and her ass formed a perfect heart shape. Clint had a 5 1/2 inch erection just looking at her. Danielle smiled at him. "This is it, baby," she said. The clock ticked to 12:00. Nothing happened. Danielle did not immediately revert back to the stick-thin shape like she had all those other times. She jumped with excitement, her big tits nearly slapping her in the face. "It worked, baby, it worked!" she exclaimed. She pushed Clint on to his back and jumped him then sexed him up like there was no tomorrow. In the middle of the action, she slipped the amulet off. They were both pleased to see she kept her rockstar body. With a smirk, she slipped it over Clint's head. "It's your turn, today," she whispered. They made love deep into the night. *** Danielle woke up first, slipped out from Clint's arms, and made her way to the bathroom, naked. She did a double take when she looked at herself in the mirror. "Holy crap," she exclaimed. She wasn't used to seeing this bombshell looking back at her in the mornings. Clint had snuck up behind her and kissed her neck. She saw his chiseled body in the mirror and felt his raging erection against her ass cheeks. She spun in his arms and kissed him. "Today is going to be a great day," she said. Throughout the day Danielle and Clint alternated wearing the amulet an hour at a time, and they marveled that the changes taking place. By 11:30 that night, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Danielle's breasts hung heavily off her slim upperbody, coming to rest just inches about her bellybutton. Each breast filled more than both of Clint's hands and overflowed the F-cup bra they had bought earlier. She was still amazed at how small her delicate hand looked resting on the top of her left breast. She had to be pushing a G-cup now. All of her was slightly curvier. Her arms were no longer stick-thin but gently fleshed out. Her waist puffed out ever so slightly to give a delicate inward curve to her bellybutton. Soft flesh on her sides flared out to the most amazingly womanly hips and juicy bubble butt. The smooth skin of her legs covered thighs that gently tapered inwards from her hips and touched just below her plump pussy lips. Danielle's thighs had never touched before. She felt incredibly sexy. She felt Clint's strong hands cup her ass from behind and squeeze lightly. She let out a little gasp. Broad shoulders and a square jaw rested above a body that wouldn't look out of place on a Men's Health magazine, with the exception that he was naked. Large slabs of muscle that were his pecs pressed into her back. She could feel a solid 6-pack with her hand as she reached behind her. Tracing her slim fingers down the valley of his abs, she felt the base of his erection and wrapped her fingers around it. At least, she tried to. It was too big for her small hands. Clint had grown to an impressive 7 1/2 inches around and 11 inches long over the course of the day. Her pussy moistened just at the thought of the huge member quivering in her hand. She knelt before him and took him into her mouth. Clint was in heaven with the blowjob he was getting. He could feel his wife's massive tits press into his legs as she bobbed on his pole. A small hand came up and began caressing his enlarged balls as she expertly coaxed an orgasm from him. Returning the favor, Clint easily lifted his wife by the hips, his muscles rippling with the effort, and placed her on the bed. Spreading her lush thighs apart with his hand, he dove in and attacked her moist pussy lips. Danielle gasped in ecstasy. Clint slid one hand under her plush ass while the other found her thumbsized nipple. With the sexual energy in the air, it wasn't long before he coaxed a mind-shattering orgasm out of her. The alarm clock read 11:58. "Well, time to get ready," Danielle said between deep breaths. Her chest heaved in an out with her breathing as she sat up. Standing up close together, Clint worked the amulet over both their heads so that the thin chain encircled them both. They had discussed earlier how to handle tonight and came up with this solution. Neither of them were ready to give up their bodies yet. The alarm clock ticked to 12:00. Again, nothing happened. The couple let out a collective sigh of relief. Their frenzied sex lasted well into the night. *** The next evening, Danielle was getting ready for the Harvest Dance, trying to adjust the straps of her 36K-cup bra. The breasts weighed heavily on her still slender frame. Even from behind Clint could see the curve of her breasts outwards from her body. Silk panties strained to contain the curvaceous orbs her once-bony ass had turned in to. It jiggled mesmerizingly as he watched Danielle turn a quarter turn. Her profile showed an outline of breasts that reached a foot in front of her and hung to her belly button, even in the new bra. Without it, they hung past her bellybutton. A soft little belly rested above the waistband of her panties, giving the impression of a layer of soft babyfat on her slender body - Clint wanted to sink his fingers into now but resisted the urge. Thick smooth thighs curved gently outwards and back to her knees, before coming to her shapely calves. He knew her current measurements to be 47-31-44, a truely voluptuous hourglass figure. Danielle glanced at Clint lying on the bed in his undies as she slipped on her new dress. Stretching the fabric over her large boobs and adjusting it so that it fit right, she was pleased to look down and see over eight inches of creamy cleavage. She could feel the dress cling tightly to her ass. She smiled at Clint. His body was that of an adonis. Slabs of muscle rippled as he stood up to get dressed, his 8-pack tensing and large arms flexing. His thighs seemed chiseled from granite as he slipped on his dress pants. She caught sight of the prominent bulge his dick and balls made inside his boxer-briefs. Her cheeks reddened as she thought about it's 14" length ramming into her from behind, it's 9 inch girth stretching her pussy wide. She shifted her concentration back away from the arousing thoughts as they finished getting ready for the evening out. They were just heading out the door when Danielle slipped the amulet into her purse. "Remember, we need to slip this on at midnight," she warned, smiling, "I'm not letting you get away from me tonight." Clint just smiled and smacked her ass. It jiggled in the cool night air. *** "Danielle, is that you?" Danielle saw her friend from high school sitting at the nearby table. She had just finished another dance with Clint and was a little red faced. They had been there for a few hours already and were having a blast. She took a swig from her beer as she walked wobbly to sit down next to her old friend. Clint had gone to get some more drinks. "It's all me, Andrea, all me," Danielle said with a sly smile, words slurring a little, "I haven't seen you in ages. Where have you been?" Danielle took a glance at Andrea sitting beside her. Andrea's slim body that Danielle remembered from high school had exploded into a mountain of fat. Her fat ass, somehow packed inside her skirt, hung over the sides of the foldout chair, and a large belly filled her lap. But tits even bigger than Danielle's rested on top it all, in a super-tight black shirt. "I've been living in Fort McMurray with my husband, Pete," she answered, her eyes scanning Danielle's dynamite body with only a hint of jealousy and ample amounts of envy, "He's making a killing in the oil sands but he's gone for weeks at a time. There ain't much to do but eat in that 'burg." She guffawed as she waved her hands to highlight her ample body. Her big belly shook with the laughter and her boobs quivered alongside it. "What about you? You're looking amazing! I remember that you were nothing but a stick in high school!" "Well," Danielle blushed and hestitated, "It's not what you think." The buzz from all the booze she had consumed made her head feel fuzzy. "I have this magic amulet," she said as she pulled it out of her purse. The green gemstone flashed angrily once then subsided. "It made me into the woman you see before you." Danielle filled her in on the entire story, with Andrea looking more and more incredulous. They both finished off their respective drinks. "That's quite a tale, there Dani, quite a tale," as Andrea sat back, hands resting on her fat belly, "I'm not sure what to make of it." "I'll prove it to you," Danielle insisted as she slipped on the amulet. The tingling sensation was much more intense than she remembered it. "Why, hello there," said Clint as he walked up to his wife. Danielle saw with some anger that his eyes lingered on Andrea's huge rack. Clint noticed the amulet on Danielle's neck. He also noticed that her tits were absolutely straining her bra, "Um, could I have a word with you Danielle?" "Of course," she replied as she stood up. Clint placed his hand on the small of Danielle's back guided her to the side of the hall. He could feel her ass swell against his pinky. He whispered harshly, "How long have you been wearing the amulet? You're practically burting out of your dress!" "Only moments! I was just showing Andrea what it does!" Danielle replied just as harshly, "Don't get your panties in a bunch!" "Take it off," Clint retorted. "We can't, it's almost midnight," Danielle realised, looking at her watch, "Here, let's sneak to the sideroom and slip it over your neck. The couple proceeded to do so. Clint slipped the amulet on with just seconds to spare. A sharp tingling wracked his own body but passed quickly. Danielle's watch ticked to midnight. The green gemstone flared and the chain snapped, sending Clint and Danielle back on their ass. Almost immediately a loud tearing sound was heard. A large rip had formed from the bottom of Danielle's dress to her hip, and was tearing slowly up her leg under pressure from Danielle's swelling ass and thighs. Gaps in the stitching started to show under her arms as her tits swelled even further. The brastraps dug deeply into her soft skin. "Holy crap, something's wrong," Clint exclaimed, "We have to get home!" Even as he said it, he felt his own shirt growing tighter. He was noticably stronger as he pushed himself up and pulled up the expanding Danielle. They left the forgotten pieces of the amulet scattered on the floor as they rushed out the hall and into their SUV. Clint peeled out of the parking lot. Danielle's breasts were still growing at an alarming rate. She struggled to reach behind her to undo her constricting bra. Finally, the bra hooks came loose and Danielle's breasts burst free from their confines, tearing her dress apart. Her heavy tits rested on her swelling lap. Clint had to pull over and take off his own clothes to make room for his swelling physique. Slabs of hard muscle stretched his clothes to the limit, causing his pants to ride up and his shirt to tear before he was down to his boxers. Luckily they were almost home. Danielle's tits had swollen even more and nearly touched the dashboard. She shifted her seat back to make room for her swelling mammaries. Clint remembered the final words of warning from the alien voice: 'Do not tell anyone.' "This is not good," he whispered to himself as he drove down the grid road under the moonlight. *** Clint had to use his considerable strength to help Danielle walk. Danielle's breasts hung to her hips and swelled outwards over a foot as they made their slow way to the bedroom. Their great bulk wobbled enticingly and brushed the doorframe on their way in. Danielle sat heavily on the bed, her padded ass spreading across the sheets. Massive, beachball-sized breasts filled her lap, capped with 5 inch nipples and dinner plate areolas. They were still swelling larger, albeit at a slower pace now. Clint looked like a guy on the cover of Muscle magazine. Biceps flexed into soccerball sized orbs as he helped Danielle sit down. Great veins snaked their way around his arms, pecs and tree-trunk sized thighs. His boxers finally ripped to let his big cock flop out with a loud slap against his leg. It hung to his knee. Fist-sized balls were pushed out from between his legs by rock-hard muscle. His own growth had slown down, too. He sat down on the bed next to his impossibly curvaceous wife, the boxspring creaking omniously. Seeing the curve his wife's fat tits in the soft moonlight made Clint feel a little horny. His dick began a slow crawl down his leg before growing stiff enough to support it's own considerable weight. A look of pure lust crossed Danielle's face as she took in her bodybuilder-like husband and his hardening erection. She worked herself up the bed and laid down, spreading her thick legs wide. Her massive boobs smoothered her arms and spread across the bed - her right breast even began to hang over the edge. Clint needed no urging to mount himself above his wife. He guided his monster cock into her waiting pussy, taking in the view of her tits that spread from her hips to her shoulder. With one big hand he cupped what he could and slid his meat into her pussy. Only three quarters of it fit before he bottomed out. Danielle gasped in pleasure. With his massive forearm propping her husband up just to the side of her head, Danielle watched Clint pound his monster cock into her sopping pussy. His thrusts sent waves through her titflesh. She corralled her left breast in her arms and brought a fat nipple to her lips. She sucked hard as Clint's thrusts picked up in intensity. She could feel her nipple swell in her own mouth. Clint's cock pushed harder on the walls of Danielle's pussy as his cock continued it's growth inside of her. He was building to a monumental climax. Harder and harder he thrusted, watching the waves of titflesh begin to crest past Danielle's shoulders. Her big nipple popped out of her mouth as she neared her own climax. Her nails clawed into his back. He exploded inside her as she screamed his name. Her belly swelled with his cum before leaking past his cock onto the bed. Danielle shuddered with the force of her orgasm, sending her tits quaking. Her right tit had flopped to her side and nearly reached the floor. She smiled as she looked into his eyes. "That. Was. Incredible." she breathed. Clint rolled onto his side of the bed and put his hands behind his head. Massive delts framed a 10-pack stomach. His flaccid cock rested over his thigh and touched the bed on the other side. Big balls rested on his lap. Danielle got up to go clean herself up. She stood with her tits hanging down to her thighs. With her legs slappings their undersides, she walked to the bathroom, the sides of her massive tits clearly visible. Her wide, jiggling booty brushed the doorframe on her way out. Clint sighed in sastisfaction. *** Clint's satisfaction faded as the day wore on. He continued to grow more buff as the hours passed. His flexibility became really strained as muscles swelled on top of muscle. His dick reached an impressive 14" long flaccid, and a awe-inspiring 22" long and 11" around when erect, with grapefruit sized balls hanging below. Danielle was beside herself in lust, but even she began to worry about it's monsterous size. She was also worrying about her own size. Her breasts hung halfway to her knees now and still they continued their slow growth. Despite their size, they defied gravity as best they could. The massive orbs curved two-feet from her body before curling back in to touch her soft thighs. Her 60" ass counterbalanced their extreme weight and made walking possible, if only for short distances. Clint had fashioned a servicable bra out of old bedsheets that she had tied around her body. A pair of spandex yoga pants were stretched to the max over her assglobes. It wasn't going to be long before she outgrew even those. Clint's and Danielle's only chance lied with the strike of midnight, tonight, when they hoped that all of the changes would revert themselves. They waited with bated breath as the clock ticked to 11:59. "I love you, Clint," Danielle said unexpectantly. "I love you, too, Danielle," Clint replied. They held hands as the final minute passed. A flash of white light filled their home as the clock struck 12. *** Clint and Danielle found themselves naked in a familiar metallic room, bathed in a white light and as big as ever. ~You broke the rules.~ "You can't leave us like this!" pleaded Danielle. Her fat tits wobbled in the air, "Please, change us back!" ~The experiment is over.~ "You can't just leave us like this, please!" cried Danielle. Clint was hugging his wife, trying to comfort her. ~We have gathered what we needed.~ Danielle was on her knees, her tits pooling on the cool floor in front of her. Clint did not detect any mercy or emotion in the voice. "Please," he said, simply. Danielle's wracking sobs filled the silence, echoing off the walls somewhere off in the distance beyond their vision. After some time, the booming voice came back: ~What do you wish?~ "We just want to live our lives!" cried back Danielle. ~Done.~ There was a flash of blinding light, then nothing. *** Clint woke up and shifted under the covers of the bed. Half awake, he propped himself up on one elbow, his soccerball-sized bicep flexing powerfully. He shifted his 14" long penis into a more comfortable position. He gazed lovingly at his wife of 8 years, her sleeping form clearly outlined under the bedspread, the moonlight from the bedroom window outlining her delicate shoulders. She was lying on her side with her back was to him, but even so he could make out the outline of her gargantuan breasts as they stretched to the edge of the bed, one massive orb below the other. Her curvy ass made a large mound in the bedspread. He remembered lusting after her growing up, and working out day and night to impress her. He was half the size he was now before he worked up the courage to ask her out that first time. He then recalled the first time they had sex, and the way she stared lustfully at his then 18 inch shaft, her small hands futilely trying to encircle his girth. He had grown bigger since then, to a full 22" long and 11" around. He chuckled lightly to himself as he shifted down to go back to sleep. *** Danielle heard Clint wake up and shift his weight. She felt his breath on her back as she pondered her life. She remembered growing up, with all other girls growing breasts and curves and womanly hips while she just grew taller. She waited patiently for her time to grow, too, and when that time came, her growth exploded. Within the first month of her noticing her breast growth she was a B-cup. After 3 months, she was pushing a D. Her hips swelled wider as her ass filled up into a large heartshaped booty that turned heads wherever she went. She was a curvaceous 34J-32-43 when she first agreed to go on a date with Clint. He was a handsome, ripped man with a brilliant mind to match. She knew him from growing up and always had her eye on him, never letting herself get in to too serious a relationship with anyone else. She the recalled the first time they had sex. She had continued to grow while dating and was filling in to a 36L-34-48 by that time. Clint's dick was absolutly enormous as she tried in vain to encircle it with her hands. It had to be a foot and a half long and ten inches around. She couldn't take much of that monster in her that first time, but over time she managed to take it all in. She cherised the memories. It was the third year into his university career when he proposed. She said 'Yes!', and looked ravishing 8 months later in her wedding dress, the 36N bra straining to contain her tits and the billowing dress around her ass not just for show. She had grown bigger since then, to a full 38V-cup with a 37" waist and a round 60" ass. She giggled softly to herself as she slipped back to sleep.