For me it had been a rather extraordinary few days. I, Mark Johnson, recently discovered that I had strange and unusual powers. God-like powers, as it were. I could do things by will alone. I could make anything in my mind a reality with the merest of thoughts. However, I still had to study for college.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "If you have God-like powers, why don't you just make all your grades As?" That's answered simply enough: I'm a good guy. And I was afraid. Afraid of myself. Let me tell you how it happened.
After the incident with Kristi Swenson (see Dreams Come True, Part 2) I thought about how many other people might have this same power. I was very curious, so I did use my powers to make my grades stable so I could take some time off and think things through. I did my thinking in Florida, on Miami Beach. 'Why not?' I thought, 'I have these powers, money's no problem, and there's girls for miles to experiment on.' And so I did.
Day after day I would lie on the beach, enjoying the sun without worry of burn or cancer. And I would subtly change the passersby or the swimmers. Some I would change radically, but I always left them as I found them with neither enhancement nor memory. But something in me was growing. Vampires call it The Beast. Christians call it Inner Demons. I called it lust. "Absolute Power corrupts absolutely." And I, though a nice guy, was no exception to the rule.
There was, as there always seems to be, a girl there. A girl who caught my attention. She was very shy, but very beautiful. Slender and well toned, with a gentle tan and strawberry hair. I would watch her, day in and day out, whenever she showed up on the beach. She would always come with three or four friends to play beach ball or Frisbee, or just to enjoy the sun and the surf. But I saw her looking at the same things I did. Then she would look down at her own small, almost non-existent chest, and I saw all the happiness drain out of her. She wanted big boobs. She wanted to fill out her bikini. I, although a breast man by nature, saw absolutely nothing wrong with the young woman. If I had been thinking clearly, I would have let her be. But, sadly, I was not. And so it began.
I took her out two weeks after I first saw her on the beach. Her name was Beth. She, too, was in college, a year ahead of me in fact. Her major was in the Arts, and she went to a major college in the area. She loved the beach and her friends, and was a good person at heart. The sort you take home to mother. I did not take her to mother. I took her to my penthouse suite at the Howard Johnson in Miami. A Saturday I shall not soon forget.
"Wow!" she breathed as we entered the room. "How can you afford this?"
I smiled taking off my coat and tipping the nightman. "I'm rich. I can afford this quite easily."
She giggled and spun around, enjoying the luxury as any young woman not accustomed to it would.
We talked for several hours, and I found myself getting much more attached to the girl than I would have liked. We had so much in common, and yet, I knew I could not have her. She was a guinea pig, I needed to see what I could do. So I started. She didn't drink, but slowly became flush as I "turned her on." Soon she was reaching for me, whispering, "Make love to me."
I wasted no time. I told her of my power as I undressed her, letting her regain most of her sensibility. I told her I could give her the breasts she so desired.
"You've got to be kidding me," she laughed as I removed her underwear. "I don't believe it."
"I know it's difficult to accept, but I can do it. Anything. I could make you a man or a horse, or anything else for that matter," I sat next to her. "But I know what you want."
She looked skeptical, "And what do I want?"
"Larger breasts."
She laughed, "And where would you get that idea, Mr. Magic?"
"I've seen the way you look at the woman on the beach, " she turned white as I spoke. "I've seen the look in your eye when you see a breast bounce or fill out a bikini. I've seen the way you look at your own chest and long for ones like them."
She turned away for a moment. I let her think. It was quite a bit to take in. After several minutes, she turned back, her eyes filled with hope that I knew she didn't want me to see. "Can you really give me a larger chest?"
I nodded, "Big as you please, good lady."
She stood up, still naked and walked out into the center of the room. "All right, do it. Give me boobs. Start with a 36C, nothing huge."
I nodded and proceeded. I wanted to make sure she wasn't too frightened, so I made sure it felt good. A warmth in her chest that caused her to reach for it. Then the growth, slow and pleasurable, like a back rub almost, relaxing and nice. Slowly her breasts grew. From A to B and finally, as she asked, a 36C. Nothing extraordinary, of course, but very nice. She looked like something out of Playboy at that moment, erotic and sensual.
"That's incredible!" she gasped, feeling them. "How did you do that?"
I shrugged. "I'm not really sure. I just sort of do it. I told you I had strange powers."
"What else can you do?" she said, walking back towards the bed.
I smiled and kissed her. "I thought you'd never ask."
We started slowly. I kissed her, gently, all over her body, looking for the spots that she enjoyed. I gave her breasts a bit of a sensory boost, so she might enjoy them more. But the beast was baying. Her breasts were nice now, but I wanted more.
As I went into her, slowly, I made her breasts grow again. Very slowly, so she wouldn't notice. The feeling was wonderful as the warm, soft flesh pushed my hands further and further out. She orgasmed several times, and I decided to give her more. I made my penis start growing inside her. She moaned in ecstasy as she was opened more and more. By now, her breasts were D-cups and still swelling. My mind was racing, my thoughts strangely focused. I wanted more. And then the beast broke free.
First, her breasts started lactating. This surprised her, but as I suckled, she was in too much pleasure to complain. I made her nipples larger, much larger, six inches long and three inches across. I sucked with wild abandon on those teats, draining as much as I could. Still, I craved more. More breasts! Two more right underneath the existing ones. These too swelled quickly with milk, and soon they were the same as their sisters. But it wasn't enough. My penis was still growing inside her, now it was starting to hurt, and rip. Little bits of blood came out on some of my thrusts, but I didn't notice. I was an animal. Nothing mattered, nothing, except my desires.
Soon I wasn't satisfied with what I had. I had long since silenced poor Beth's screams for mercy. I gave her more pleasure. And bigger breasts. They grew, steadily pushing me away and reaching toward the ceiling. Past sixty inches, to seventy. Past seventy to eighty. All my sickest and wildest fantasies were coming true right before my eyes. And it made me even wilder. I had come twice already, shoving measureless amounts of cum in her overstuffed cunt. But what else could I do? I wanted more. More pleasure. So I tried to create another cunt. It worked. One right beside the first. I made both of them large enough to take my now three-foot-long dick. It was as big around as my arm, and I still wanted it bigger. Then I gave myself another one, just like it, and I filled both of her pussies.
All the while, her breasts, all four of them, grew bigger and bigger and bigger. They had long since passed one hundred inches. They were bigger than the bed. I was fucking inside of them. Beth came again and again and again. The floor was covered with cum from both of us. But I still wasn't satisfied. I wanted more, much more. I turned her ass into a pussy, since I'd never been the anal type, and gave myself yet another penis to fill her newest pleasure center. But I had no more breasts to suck on; they had long since grown too large for me to suck. So I sat her up and made two more breasts appear in the middle of her chest. They were beachball-sized with big, thick nipples the size of cooking apples. I sucked and fucked, and came again and again. But, as I did this, I noticed something.
Beth was crying. Tears streamed down her wet, red face. She wasn't enjoying this. I stopped for a moment to look at what I'd done. The bedroom was enormous and luxurious. The ceiling was twenty-feet high, and from the door to the bed was a good fifty feet. All this was filled with nothing but breast flesh, and it was starting to get tight. She had three enormous cocks inside of her, two in places that she'd never had before. Six breasts, all enormous, and blood was covering the sheets from when I had torn her. I was an animal.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly, backing away. "I-," tears started forming in my eyes," I-I'm so sorry..."
I returned her to normal. One set of breasts, one pussy, one ass. But I left her with a D-cup chest. I knew that was what she wanted. And I didn't let her leave. I had to talk to her. Over the next few days, we reached an agreement. She was to be my conscience. We were going to go back to my home and confront Kristi. She seemed to exhibit similar powers when I'd watched her. We were going to get to the bottom of this mystery, together.
To Be Continued...