Revenge was on my mind when I found out. Revenge among several fantasies I had. Who am I? What the hell am I talking about? Well, let me answer that as best I can. Name's Mark. Mark Johnson. I'm a Sophomore in college. It's okay there (my college shall remain nameless) 'cept I'm a loser. Not a jock, not a genius, I don't fit in anywhere. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm a nice guy and all, I'm just a little shy, that's all. I look okay too. About six foot, black hair, green eyes, good face. Not handsome, but not ugly. Just sort o' plain. Anyways, it was about six weeks ago when I figured it out. I had power. Don't know how, don't know why, but I had it. Let me tell ya how it started...
I was walking home from school as I normally did on a bright and sunny day when my car was out of gas, when I happened to see a young lady. I knew her from art class. Nancy. That was her name. Didn't know much else about her, but she was gorgeous! Blonde hair, blue eyes, legs from here to Heaven, a tight round ass that swayed when she rocked, and tits that made the Hindenberg look small. Basketball sized and just as round. She kept them babies locked up tight in her bra. They were the most magnificent things I had ever beheld.
I should take the time now to let you in on a little secret. I am a breast man. No, scratch that, I love big boobs! The bigger the better, baby! Big nipples, big boobs, lactating, everything, I love it! And this woman was everything that I loved.
Now, it had always been my dream to have God-like power. I didn't want to use it for bad things. I wanted to stop disease, end world hunger, etc. etc. I was a civic minded sort of guy, but what I wanted most was to live out all my sexual fantasies through it. And as I stared at Nancy, walking and jiggling down the street, I wished that she was lactating so I could suck on those big nips of hers. Just then, she jumped back, like something shocked her or something. I watched with glee as her thumb sized nips got hard and poked out through the tight blue shirt she wore. Then, the material started to get darker. It went from blue to purple in seconds and I realized her breasts were slightly larger than before. She WAS lactating! I couldn't believe it. Now if only she'd let me suck them. I wanted her to let me suck out her milk more than anything. Then she started walking towards me. I just about dropped dead when I realized she may have seen me staring. But she didn't look mad. She just looked normal.
"Excuse me, Mark," she said, taking off her shirt, "But could you help me? I seem to be lactating and I need to be drained."
I think I came right there in my pants. This had to be a dream. I pinched myself, only to get mad and realize I was awake and now had a large painful bruise on my arm. Then I realized that we had to go somewhere private or we would get arrested for a sex act in public. I grabbed her wrist and led her back to my house. I will be brief on how this finished up, but suffice it to say that I did suck her breasts, I did drink her milk, and we did fuck like we created the thing.
By the time I woke up the next day I knew it was me that had done everything. My every thought had become reality. And I had plans for it. I had been treated bad my whole life by people who thought they were better than me. And now it was time for them to see the world through different eyes. The first was Kristi Swenson, slut extraordinare. She and I had dated back during my freshman year. She fucked me over, took my money, and then told all her friends that I had a two inch prick. But I was going to change things. I was going to punish her. The worst way I knew how. I was going to give her what she wanted.
I waited for her in the Commons. She always came by here for lunch on Fridays. I studied her as she laughed with some friends, probably over last night's conquest. Five three, toned bod, nice ass, strawberry hair, pretty green eyes. She was nice alright, and she had the libido of a queen bee. She almost never stopped. Two or three guys a night. It was kind of sick. But I was going to make her pay. And I knew how.
She was flat as a board. The only reason she got laid so much was because she put out all the time. She was a guaranteed score. Otherwise she might not have been so popular. Of course, she wished she had big breasts, breasts like Nancy's. And she would. The first thing I did was make it so every time she orgasmed her breasts would grow a little. Kind of like Pinocchio in a way. The bigger the orgasm, the bigger her breasts would get. Then I made her pussy and clit about 100 times more sensitive, so that she was guaranteed to have orgasms of enormous proportions. Then I made her crave sex even more. She had to have sex, without question, at least once a day. I couldn't wait to see her at the end of the week. Her pussy would get more and more sensitive with each orgasm. I knew that soon enough she would be so sensitive that wearing clothes would get her off, and then even breathing would do it. Finally she'd be cumming all the time, unable to stop. That's when I would be there to laugh.
Next, I was going to have some fun. I went out to find a special woman. A woman I had wanted to play with for a long time. Sandy Vorak. She was known for having the biggest cunt in the state. She had easily taken a six inch thick 18 inch long dildo, and still wanted more. She, too, was quite beautiful, with red hair and an incredible body, but I felt bad for her. I felt bad for two reasons. The first was that she was flatter than Kristi. She almost seemed to curve in. The second was that she was a nice girl and simply couldn't be satisfied sexually. She couldn't even masturbate. She needed to be filled. She and I were friends, but not really anything more. I was going to help her and give her a taste of what I could do. I walked up to her.
"Hey, Sandy, what's up?" I asked casually.
"Not much, Mark, and you?" she said, smiling.
"I wondered if you wanted to come back to my place with me. I wanted to show you something special."
She looked at some papers and then at her watch, then she sighed.
"Ah, what the hell. I could use some down time with a bud," she took my hand. "Let's go!"
We walked slowly over campus, talking about old times and good friends, until we got to my place. It was a small rented house, but at least I didn't have to worry about waking the neighbors as easily as an apartment. She sat down on my couch and I offered her a drink. Finally, she remembered why she was here.
"What did you want to show me, guy?" she asked.
"Do you believe in magic, Sandy?" I asked, standing up next to her.
"No, not really. Why?" she eyed me warily.
"Look at my jeans," I said simply.
She laughed a bit and then looked directly at my crotch, she had a good view from where she was sitting.
"And what sort of magic is in them, short stuff?" She laughed a bit more but stopped suddenly. She saw it. There was a bulge in my jeans, and it was getting bigger, rapidly.
"Boy, I'd better take this thing out before it rips my pants!" I said, laughing.
She laughed back. "Yeah, I want to see how you did this trick. Try and do it with my boobs! Or lack thereof!"
She stopped laughing when I took my pants off. "That! That's! That's impossible!" she stammered. She touched it and jerked her hand back when she saw it was real. Then she touched it a little more.
"Afraid?" I asked.
"How did you do that?" she said softly, gently touching my penis. It was starting to get bigger with erection from her playing.
"I'm not sure, I just did. And there's something I wanted to give you."
"What?" she asked, but her question was soon answered. Her hands flew to her chest as the sensations I wanted her to have began flooding her body. First her chest grew pleasantly warm, then it started to tingle slightly. Then she felt breasts start to push their way out.
"Mark! I've got boobs! Small ones, but, boobs, still!" she cried with joy. I stopped them at a C-cup, not wanting to do anything she wouldn't like.
She sat and marveled at them for a while.
"Oh, thank you, Mark, thank you!" she jumped up and hugged me. I was now fully erect, and I tried not to let her impale herself on my cock. It was now 24 inches long and as big around as my wrist.
"And I suppose, if I want it, that monster between our legs is mine for the fucking?" she smiled slyly. I nodded.
She sat back down and started sucking my monster shlong, slowly. She stroked it and took in as much as she could. I just sat back and enjoyed it. Up and down, licking all along the veins and up the entire shaft. I just sat back and enjoyed it. She then opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed as much as she could. I just sat back and enjoyed it.
"Mark," she said softly, licking the head of my shaft with quick little dashes, "Can you do something for me?"
"What?" I said, closing my eyes and making it so I wouldn't come if she kept touching me.
"Make my boobs grow, please? Make them grow really really big!"
I shot my load. I don't think God himself could have prevented that happening. But Sandy was quick and she sucked up as much as she could.
"You like big boobs, don't you, Mark. Make mine grow, please Mark? Fuck me and make my boobs grow..." she begged.
What was I to do? What would any other red blooded American with God-like powers have done? I did it. I made her clothes disappear and sat her down in front of me, spreading her legs wide.
"How big?" I asked, sliding my member in slowly. She gasped as she felt me touch her where no one else had been able to reach.
"I'll tell you when to stop, lover!" she giggled.
And so it began. I started pumping slowly. I didn't lose my erection 'cause I didn't want to. And this time I wouldn't come until I wanted to. Each stroke brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She moaned and writhed and played with her ballooning tits.
"Oh, God, yes! That feels so good, Mark! Bigger! Don't stop! Bigger! Yes!" she cried.
D-cup, then DD. E-cup, then EE. She kept growing, and begging for more. She'd had two orgasms already, and was close to a third. I eased off to keep from killing her.
"Suck them, Mark! Suck my big titties now!" she demanded. Who was I to tell a lady no?
I leaned forward, not far forward, and latched on to a nipple. These boobs were boobs I loved. The nipples stuck out four inches and were about two inches around. The aureole were plate sized, and they, like everything else about her boobs, were growing.
"Yes! OH YES!" she screamed. "Bigger! Oh God, they're so fuckin' sensitive! I'm gonna, gooooooonnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa! OH GOOOOOOOOOOD!" She bucked against me and shook with a violent orgasm. When I tried to pull out she clamped her legs tight around me.
"Not yet! More! I want more! Bigger! Don't stop yet! Please?" she whined.
So I continued. Now her breasts were the size of beachballs. Each one was perfectly round with dark pink nipples nine inches long and five inches wide. Her aureole covered nearly half of her boob, and all of it was sensitive enough that she could've cum just from them being played with. And still she wanted more. I fucked her harder and harder, following her demands. But then I decided to have my own fun.
"Oh, Mark!" she panted. "What are you doing? They feel different, heavier..." I smiled as milk started to drip from her nipples.
"Oh, suck me Mark! Drink my milk! Please! Milk my big fat tits! Oh god YES!" she cried.
I sucked on her tits for all I was worth, drinking endless supplies of milk. I came in her twice for fun as she grew and came five times herself. Soon, however, I knew I had to stop or I would kill her. We had been at it for five hours. I lay down next to her. Well, actually, I lay down across the room from her. I couldn't lie next to her, her boobs were simply too big. They lay out ten feet in front of her and each one was six feet across. They were nearly as tall as I was and I couldn't see anything but giant tit in front of me. The nipples alone were twice as big around as my head and nearly six feet long.
"Happy?" I asked.
"Yes," I barely heard her respond.
She tried to sit up, and I almost saw her head above her titanic sized breasts.
"That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced, Mark. How did you do it?"
I shook my head. "Dunno, just did. But you won't be the only one like that. I'm getting revenge on a few people."
I heard her laugh. "I don't know everyone, but I do know one. What did you do to Kristi?" she asked.
I laughed back. "You'll see. In the meantime, I should probably get you back down to a more reasonable size."
She sighed, "Yeah, I guess you're right. But do they have to go back to the way they were?"
"Nope. How big do you want them?"
"Bigger than this, actually," was her reply.
"What?!" I choked. "Bigger?"
"Yeah, it was great feeling them grow. Now I want to see them even bigger than this. It's really a turn on to see them so titanic. But for now, how about a EE-cup or so, maybe sixty inches? With a little back support, if you can manage."
I smiled and did as she asked. They were still big, and I was still impressed. I gave her big nipples, just because I like them. They were roughly the size of cooking apples, nearly breasts unto themselves. I gave her some clothes that fit, an entire wardrobe actually, and sent her home. She kissed me before she left.
"Thanks, sweety. Maybe we could do this again sometime. I knew you had a good heart, Mark. Thank you so much." She kissed me again, deeply and left. I shut the door. That had been most welcome, but most unexpected. I'd always thought maybe she had a crush on me, but she never voiced it. Maybe she thought I only saw her as a friend. Maybe she thought I had someone. I'd ask her sometime. But for now, I had planning to do. There were a bunch of assholes out there, and they had their just desserts cumming....
The Beginning...