The Investigation of Caley Prentice

GTortoiSe

The Investigation of Caley Prentice

By GTortoiSe

Part One

Fourteen year old Caley Prentice belonged to the wealthiest family in town and she never let anyone forget it. Wellington Heights Middle School suffered in the shadow of her insurmountable wealth, poet inspiring looks, and wet dream inducing body for three long years. Popularity, for her, was a weapon and those foolish enough to challenge her ended up enduring unbearable humiliation and torment. She wanted for nothing and lived a lifestyle that was difficult to believe.

At least Andy Weller didn�t believe it; no one could actually have it all. Even Paris Hilton only looked attractive after thousands of dollars of preening, pruning, and costly makeovers, and to be honest Andy still didn�t find her very appealing. Caley was a different story. Her beauty was natural; he�d watched her through middle school as she seemed to grow more and more stunning every day. In sixth grade she already had a modest set of breasts that Andy�s pubescent mind guessed had to have been around B-cups. In seventh grade she seemed to rocket through cup sizes faster than social circles and by the end of eighth grade Caley Prentice was queen bee of the school, and according to a conversation Andy had overheard, straining the cups of double D bra.

It was the summer before High School when Andy became determined to uncover the secret behind Caley�s supernatural life. While every one of his friends was infatuated with her in some way or another he couldn�t shake the feeling that something more was going on. That something was wrong. Of course, his friends thought he was nuts.

***

�So you�re going to stalk her,� Mike said matter-of-factly for the third time.

Mike had loved Caley from afar for years. He had a picture of her in a bathing suit stuffed into his backpack that he thought no one knew about. Andy had found it while he was looking for homework Mike had borrowed, but he hadn�t said anything. The creased photo showed a smiling Caley bent over- her hefty assets pooching out the sides of an inadequate bikini top. She had a confident smile, arrogant really; she seemed to know as well as anyone just how hot she looked. But Andy wasn�t about to bring that up. �No, I�m telling you something is up. Look here,� Andy held out a sheaf of paper he�d printed out that morning. �I checked on her family this weekend. Neither of her parent�s are in any listed corporate returns and the personal return I found for her dad doesn�t begin to justify their outrageous income. It�s amazing they haven�t been audited!�

�Don�t you think using your dad�s IRS access is going a little far? Jeez if I had known you were this into her I would have-�

�That�s not it!� Andy was getting frustrated. Unfortunately Mike was far from the first person who�d shown skepticism. Andy took a deep, calming breath, �Look, maybe you�re right... maybe I�m just being paranoid.�

�Obsessed more like it,� Mike offered.

�Yea, sure. Whatever.�

�Hey man, its ok. We all are.� Mike gave him a comforting pat on the back, �Anyway, let�s go down to the DQ and get a blizzard I�m dying out here.� It was a hot summer day, after all. Andy nodded passively but he wasn�t about to give up, regardless of what Mike or any of the others said. If they weren�t going to help him he simply wasn�t going to tell them what he found, or even that he was searching. He probably would have given up after being shot down by his friend but he wanted to expose her so badly because Caley was� well, a bitch. She was just so damned full of herself that Andy could hardly stand it. She carelessly walked over everyone beneath her and while her sycophantic army grew by the day her generosity diminished in turn. Her hanger-on�s would deliver her coffee before class in the morning and now that summer had arrived she received a never ending supply free meals; despite the fact that she was wealthy enough to pay for everything herself.

The food situation was one of the things that had first sparked Andy�s suspicions. Caley was universally popular despite her bad attitude and would continually make her rounds through various social circles. That�s when Andy noticed how much she was eating. Upon arrival to each group there were always guys and even girls (probably hoping for some residual attention) wanting to get her things and Caley almost never turned them down. Andy had witnessed her eating no less than a dozen meals one day and he had not even been able to keep track of her all day. How could someone possibly eat so much and not get fat? Something was definitely up and-

�Earth to Andy, are you there?� Mike�s hand waved across Andy�s field of vision and he looked up. �What toppings do you want?�

He had walked into the DQ without noticing it, �Ehh yea umm, Butterfinger is fine,� he smiled apologetically at the cash register girl, but she didn�t seem to care either way. They took their ice cream to a window booth and Mike started talking about Halo 3. Andy wasn�t really paying attention. He couldn�t stop thinking about Caley. Mike was in the middle of explaining how much better the needler was when he abruptly interrupted himself.

�Andy, holy shit, look who it is!�

Andy turned and his heart stopped as he caught the profile view of none other than Caley Prentice herself. She was incredible. Her hips swayed sexily as she walked and her bust projected in front of her like the rounded head of a venus fly trap. Dawson High was stretched across her youthful, trembling bust line and Andy guessed the tight shirt had far more personal purposes than displaying school spirit. Some junior varsity jock was propping open the door for her, Andy recognized him as someone who had graduated the year before. Caley�s retinue filed in behind her and from the look of them Andy guessed that this particular crew was of the cheerleading variety.

He couldn�t help but watch the full globes of Caley�s ass slide against each other as she sauntered up to the table and ordered, �I�ll take the double cheeseburger meal and large Blizzard with extra Reeses,� Andy groaned inwardly, even her voice was sexy and all that food was clearly going straight to her chest. She stepped away from the counter leaving her underlings to pay for her food. And then the worst possible thing imaginable happened; Caley noticed them and moved towards their table. Andy�s eyes were drawn like magnets to her shifting bust as she sauntered up to them.

He glanced quickly at Mike but could see he wouldn�t be getting any support from that corner; Mike�s eyes had glazed over and overt adoration was setting in. Andy snuck a quick look back towards Caley. Maybe if he pretended not to notice her she�d go away. No such luck.

�You two make a sweet couple. Is your friend consoling you? That�s so sweet!� Caley gushed with false sincerity.

�Huh?� Was all Andy could think of to say, as he sought desperately to look anywhere except at Caley, his eyes finally finding shelter on her expensive designer shoes.

�You mean you don�t know? You can�t be playing dumb, it�s all over the news.� Now Andy couldn�t help himself, he stared at her blankly. �OMIGOD you really DON�T know do you? Oh that�s rich, that�s just too rich! Or should I say too poor?� She burst into peals of laughter.

�L-look, I really don�t know what you�re talking about but I�d appreciate it if you left us alone,� Andy said, marshalling his courage.

�Your dad is being investigated for fraud, well �investigated� is really being generous. It looks like they�ve already closed the book on this one.�

�What? You�re lying.� Andy returned, instinctively refusing to believe her.

�Why would I? Besides like I said it�s all over the news. He was hiding his gambling debt through his position with the IRS, its like, a total scandal.� Caley was clearly pleased with herself and emphasized her story by standing imperiously and cradling her bust over folded arms. Despite everything the sight caused distant sexual stirrings in Andy and he forced himself to look away. Could it be true? His dad practically never talked to him about money and he�d seen the poker sites in the favorites list on the computer they shared at home, but could things have really gotten that bad? Lost in thought, Andy didn�t notice Caley leaving the table or his ice cream that had melted into a swampy puddle in his cup. He barely noticed Mike fumble over a few comforting words before fielding a lame excuse and heading out. Andy felt numb. Gambling debt? How could that have happened? Why hadn�t his dad told him?

It was too much to deal with - he had to think of something else. Unfortunately, that something ended up being Caley. She had finished her meal, and in a strange breaking of form had allowed her little club to depart without her, leaving the two of them alone in the DQ. He couldn�t believe how horrible she was, how could she think his situation was funny? Why was she so cruel? When she approached his table he braced himself for round two; far too miserable to retaliate or make a move towards the door.

�Hey� Andy right?� She asked.

�Yea?� He answered reflexively, and immediately regretted it. �Fuck off� would have been far more appropriate.

�Look, I don�t usually do this� but I want to say sorry for being mean to you earlier.� What? Andy had to stop and go over what she�d said three or four times in his mind to make sure he�d heard it right. Was Caley Prentice, the most absolutely cruel and selfish person he knew actually apologizing to him? Logic denied the idea outright, but he couldn�t deny what he�d heard. �Anyway,� she continued in the wake of his dumbfounded silence. �I thought, to make up for it, you might like to take me on a date.�

Andy�s shock deepened, shaking the very core of his capacity for reason. While his brain was still reeling from shock his mouth barreled on ahead, heedlessly responding, �Alright.�

�Great, but there�s one catch, I don�t do dutch so you are going to have to pay and I kind of have expensive tastes,� she said through a cheshire smile. �How about seven O� clock next Saturday? I�ll probably be in the mood for Tarino�s, their fettuccini is to die for.�

It all clicked into place. Of course. With his father literally penniless and with Andy being only fourteen himself there was no way he was going to be able to scrape together enough cash to take her out to Tarino�s. It was by far one of the most expensive restaurants in town with plates that could easily top fifty bucks a pop. And she knew it, that conniving bitch. Caley turned from his table, offering another brief flash of her stunning profile before heading confidently for the door.

As she walked away Andy felt anger and determination replacing his shock, he wasn�t about to let her get off that easily. �Wait!� He called. She stopped and turned to look at him. �I�ll do it on one condition.�

She resumed the pose she�d taken before, arms folded in front of her- pulling the down the lines of stress that radiated out from her impressive bust. �Oh, and what�s that?� She said haughtily, but Andy thought he caught a gleam of interest cross her face.

�You have to answer some questions for me, and truthfully.� He said in a rush, unloading what was left of his confidence.

�Hmm�� She pursed her lips in consideration. �If you take me out I�ll answer one question.�

�Truthfully.� Andy�s adamancy surprised himself.

�Yea, whatever- sure� truthfully.� She answered casually, but he was sure this time he�d seen definite flicker of curiosity in her eyes. �I�ll see you Saturday then.� And she left.

Andy let out a deep sigh; it was going to be a long week. And it was already Tuesday.

Part Two

There was only one option for making the kind of money he needed and Andy set to it with reckless abandon. Mowing lawns was tedious work but it helped him keep his mind off of his father�s gambling situation. They�d spoken about it briefly the night he�d come home from the DQ. His dad had been apologetic and even a little emotional while explaining it had just been too difficult for him to tell Andy. It was clear neither of them were too keen on going into detail so Andy let it be and was, in a way, glad for the sense of purpose his run in with Caley had given him.

The days rolled by like so many un-mowed lawns, long and uncut by anything of interest. By Friday Andy had saved up one hundred and fifty dollars. Not too shabby for three days of mowing lawns for pitiless misers who he had to squeeze every red cent out of. One old woman had even wanted to pay him with cookies. Andy had considered it too, feeling bad for her since she�d lost her husband years earlier, but he really needed the money.

Saturday came and Andy realized with a sense of panic that he had no way to pick Caley up. Normally he would have had his dad drive them but his assets were �being appraised� and the car was in the care of the local government. Andy cursed himself for not realizing sooner. Spreading open his wallet he looked forlornly at the money he�d saved, he was going to have to get a cab. He just hoped there would be enough left for dinner.

***

He pulled up to the Prentice mansion just before seven and Andy couldn�t help but gape in wonder at the sight of it. Even though he could only see a small portion of the grounds through the heavy front gates he could tell that what lay beyond was vast. A pavestone driveway snaked across an expanse of freshly clipped grass before disappearing between immaculately trimmed hedges and trees. It looked more like palace grounds than it did the front lawn of a mansion. He asked the driver to wait a minute.

Andy walked up to the buzzer and tried his best to sound natural. �I�m here to pick up Caley,� he said, holding the button down uncertainly.

A moment passed. Then another. Andy was about to hit the button again when he heard, �I�ll be right out.� and was a little surprised that Caley herself responded.

�Uh okay,� he replied nervously. A few minutes passed and he began to wonder if she had to walk all the way out to the gate. Another minute later and his question was answered as a shiny black limousine appeared through the trees and crept towards the gate. With a screech and a groan the gate split in the middle and began to open, causing a startled Andy to jump. The limo pulled along side him and kept going until he was even with the back door before it stopped.

The window slid open revealing Caley�s smiling face. �Get in.�

He waved apologetically to the taxi driver and opened the door to the limo. He couldn�t see Caley anymore, she had drawn away from the window and the inside of the limo was rather dark. He got in. When his eyes finally adjusted he was a bit surprised to find himself couched in red leather opulence across from the most beautiful girl he�d ever seen. His mission forgotten, Andy took the moment to drink her in.

Caley was wearing an incredibly expensive looking red dress, the cloth looked almost molten the way it flowed and puddled slightly in her lap. However it was anything but puddled across her chest, there the fabric was taut and shiny under the overhead light. He pulled his eyes away from her chest and up to her perfect face. Dainty nose, achingly full lips, gently slanted eyes, high imperious cheekbones, even her pert little ears were set in a way that was undeniably gorgeous. All framed by incredibly black hair that reminded him of a line in a poem he once read that used the description �dipped in midnight�. That particular idea was enough to shake Andy out of his reverie. How about �dipped in evil� he countered himself immaturely.

�I hope you have enough money, I�m just soooo hungry,� Caley moaned, rubbing her perfectly flat stomach. Andy almost moaned in sympathy as he watched her arm squeeze an extra bit of cleavage out of her top. He spent the rest of the trip pointedly looking away. Or that�s what he would have liked to do, but it was a long way to Tarino�s and riding in silence wasn�t one of Andy�s strong suits.

�If you have a limo how come you wanted me to pick you up?� It probably wasn�t the most polite thing to say, but he�d only agreed to take her out, not to be nice to her.

�Is that your question?� She raised an eyebrow.

�No, of course not� jeez forget it.�.

�It�s because picking a girl up is what you do when you want to take her out, duh. If you were a real man you would have driven me yourself or got me a proper limo,� she said, looking at him as though he were a bug.

�I�m fourteen! I can�t drive alone, and limos are expensive.� Andy countered, defensively.

�Yea, well I warned you I have expensive tastes.� Caley said, as if that settled it.

Andy didn�t answer, already regretting that he�d brought it up. He searched futilely for something to speak with her about but despite being on a mission to discover her secrets he quickly came to the realization that he knew almost absolutely nothing about her. In fact everything he did know about her stemmed from what he saw happen at school, a few rumors, and a gut instinct that told him she was hiding something. Finally, he said, �Why are you so mean to people, I mean you have everything anyone could want but you just flaunt it and lord it over everyone.�

�My, aren�t we direct?� Caley said, but that glint of interest was back. �I just want what I deserve, and I deserve a lot. That�s all.�

�Yea well hopefully you�ll get what you deserve then,� Andy thrilled silently. That was a good line, that�ll teach her.

�Driver! Stop the car, our guest wants to get out.� Caley said into a mic located conveniently above her.

�Whu- wait, we aren�t at the restaurant yet.� Andy fumbled.

�I don�t mind if you ask me questions but if you are going to be rude I�ll leave you on the side of the road,� Caley said, and she clearly wasn�t joking.

�Fine, okay. I get it. I�m sorry okay?�

�Apology accepted,� She chirped and said to the driver, �Nevermind.�

It turned out they didn�t have much further to go anyway. Andy fidgeted quietly the rest of the ride while doing his best to ignore the fact that he was in a stretch limousine with an incredibly beautiful, incredibly stacked girl. They pulled into Tarino�s and Andy let himself out and held the door open for Caley. He decided that while he may not like her that didn�t mean he had to sink to her level. It also occurred to him that it was a little strange the driver didn�t come back to let them out, wasn�t that his job? His curiosity was swept away the moment they walked through the door. Caley for her part looked entirely in her element but Andy felt acutely underdressed. Jeans and a dress shirt had seemed decent in front of his mirror, but in front of a tuxedoed maitre D� and a room full of wealthy business people and their dates he couldn�t help but feel self conscious.

�You did get us reservations didn�t you?� She asked him expectantly. Andy�s heart sunk into his stomach, how could he have forgotten to make reservations? What a disaster. The cab was one thing but there would be no recovering from this one. A soon to be high school�er would have about as much pull as a tadpole in a place like this. But Caley only laughed at his look of obvious defeat, �Don�t worry you couldn�t have made a reservation if you tried. I took care of it.�

Relief flooded into Andy along with more than a little bit of irritation. Why did she have to be such a bitch? Shortly after they were lead to their seats and were given menus. He opened it with baited breath, praying for meals he could afford. Blank. The space next to the food was blank. Spaghetti in red wine sauce and then nothing. Fettucini Alfredo with saut�ed mushroom next to more blank page. Where were the prices? Was this a trick? Was the whole date a gag? Andy�s mind raced as he searched the pages for something ANYTHING that would indicate how much the food cost.

Caley must have noticed because she said, �They don�t list the prices in places like this, you just order what you want and they give you the bill when you�re done.� After a slight pause she added, �And in case you�re wondering it�s considered rude to ask what items cost.�

�But how will I know if I can afford it, what if I don�t have enough money?� Andy pleaded. Caley shrugged indifferently, indicating it wasn�t her problem. One thing after another all because we�re so broke, Andy thought angrily, since my dad pissed everything away. And this� this girl was so disgustingly wealthy it made him sick, and yet HE had to pay. His rage burned out as quickly as it had come and he slumped into his seat. He had to keep his cool, this wasn�t a date. It was part of a mission and he�d be damned if she got the best of him.

The waiter arrived shortly there after to take their drink orders. �I want an appetizer.� Caley declared.

�Fine, yea get whatever you want.� Andy replied, determined not to let her get to him.

�The fried calamari appetizer and we�re also ready to order, I want the shrimp fettuccini with an extra side of parmesan garlic bread, oh and coke to drink please.� Caley rattled off her oppressive list triumphantly.

�I�ll have the garden salad. And water.� Andy said morosely.

�You aren�t hungry?� Caley offered him her best cat-ate-the-canary-smile.

�No, I figured I�d start my diet tonight.� He retorted.

She laughed, �You know you�re kind of funny.�

�Gee thanks.�

The waiter left with their order and Andy felt a little bit of tension relax, at least that was over with. �So, what did you want to ask me?� Caley said as she wriggled in her seat, getting comfortable and causing her breasts to jiggle hypnotically in her dress. It didn�t seem like she was interested in wasting time and quite honestly Andy was glad she had brought it up. He hadn�t been certain how he�d wanted to broach the subject. The question itself was another matter. He�d thought long and hard on how he wanted to phrase it. Three days of lawn mowing had given him ample time to consider the precise wording of his question and he treated it in the manner one would treat a wish from a genie. He had no intention of giving her a chance to weasel out of it somehow which only left the possibility of an outright lie, but for some reason he felt like she wouldn�t do that. Evil or not. He still had to make sure. �How do I know you�ll answer me truthfully and not just laugh in my face or make something up?�

�I guess you won�t buuut, if you think I�m lying I�ll let you touch me.�

She was clearly well on her way to becoming an expert at surprising him. �Define �touch�,� he replied cautiously.

�Oh you know, a kiss, a fondle, a grope,� she emphasized grope by giving her breast a slight squeeze that made Andy instantly hard, �� that sort of thing.� Don�t let her trick you man, stay strong. But the image of her fingers sinking into the ample flesh of her tit was almost overwhelming. But wouldn�t that make him just like every other guy who drooled over her day and night? At the same time he couldn�t exactly turn her down either. All things considered the offer was more then fair. He supposed that in the end he was just going to have to ask.

�Was your beauty acquired though normal human means?� God it sounded so much nerdier when he actually said it, but it was � essentially � the perfect question. Normal was such a great word! It took care of magic, aliens, futuristic technology, and even spiritual entities, besides the fact that it was of course incredibly awkward to say and for the first time made him question if he really had lost his mind over this girl. Andy was a relatively short, scrawny guy. Not bad looking but not particularly outstanding either and despite regularly being labeled as a nerd he held himself in some esteem. Although that esteem felt particularly weak at the moment.

He eventually gathered enough courage to look up and see her reaction and so was surprised to find her face screwed up in apparent consternation. After an interminable period her face relaxed and was replaced by a look of distinct annoyance. He�d nailed it. She was an alien, a monster, a demon- a devil sent from hell to torment him and the rest of his class with her sinful appearance. Andy exalted silently and she must have noticed because she finally snapped, �No.�

He waited. She�d confirmed it, all his suspicions were justified. His friends had ridiculed him but now he had her about to spill everything and while some small part of him warned that maybe she was just leading his wild imagination on � somewhere deeper he felt he had definitely found something outside the ordinary. Hell, he was in a ridiculously upscale restaurant with the most sought after girl in school � out of the ordinary had already been achieved � this was something better, something more. But she didn�t elaborate. Just� �No�.

�Well� aren�t you going to tell me the rest?�

�The rest of what?�

�The rest of the story, come on what�s your big secret. I found you out and this is the part where you spill the beans.� Andy said, exasperated.

�I already answered your question, I really don�t have to tell you anything now.� She replied curtly.

He was stunned. Again. Unreal, he had spent so much time thinking up the perfect question never even stopping to think it could be stopped at a simple yes or no. No elaboration, nothing. The rest of dinner passed in silence as Andy kicked himself for being so stupid. For her part, Caley didn�t send any more barbs his way so that by the time the bill arrived Andy was a bit startled that dinner was already over.

A sealed black leather folder was set in front of him and all of his earlier anxiety came rushing back. He opened it. One hundred and seventeen dollars and twenty three cents. Despite the fact that it was almost every penny he had, he let out a great sight of relief and placed his money on the table. The waiter took their check and Andy stood up to leave. Caley was still seated and for once appeared lost in thoughts of her own.

�You know, I�m not really satisfied with your answer,� Andy began.

�Oh?� She looked up and this time the glint in her eye was decidedly more dangerous.

�But, I don�t think you lied to me either so I guess we�re even.�

�I see.�

They left the restaurant on that note and Andy couldn�t help but brood over all the work he�d put in for a simple �No.� Though he wasn�t about to grab her breasts either, no matter how large and inviting they looked. She might be an alien so that could be a smart move, he mused, consoling himself.

�Don�t look so down Andy, if it�s any consolation dinner was very tasty.� Caley rubbed her stomach contentedly as they drove away.

�I�m glad one of us enjoyed it.�

�Oh come on Andy, it wasn�t all bad I mean you did get to take me on a date, there�s plenty of boys I know who would kill to be in your place.�

�Even so...� Andy replied dejectedly.

Caley giggled, �You know you�re kinda cute when you�re disappointed.� She moved across the floor to his bench and slid in next to him. He was immediately aware of her scent, sweet with a hint of cinnamon. She leaned in close and he felt her breasts press against his arm covering it in soft warmth. She bent her head and for a moment he thought she was going to kiss him when she stopped centimeters from his ear. He could feel her warm breath tickling his skin and he froze, paralyzed like a deer in the headlights. She whispered, �Do you think I�m sexy, Andy?� He nodded like a robot, unable to form pretense with her so close. �Do you want to know why I�m so sexy, Andy?� He nodded again, but his drive to know the truth was gone. All he wanted was her body pressed against him. The way she kept saying his name was driving him crazy, and he didn�t even know why. All he could think about was her breast crushed against him, her breath on his cheek and the smell of cinnamon. �I�ll tell you Andy, but only because you looked so sad, just like you did before.� He continued to nod, she could have been speaking in tongues and he wouldn�t have known the difference. Her body was so hot against him. �It�s magic Andy, black magic.� A chill raced down Andy�s back freezing his heart as it passed. He shivered involuntarily as she leaned back away from him.

He could have been in a block of ice as far as the world was concerned; he didn�t move or speak for the rest of the drive. They were out of the limo before he knew it. �When you get enough money you�re welcome to take me out again, Andy. I really did have a good time, plus I�ll give you the same deal,� Caley said and was gone long before he could recover.

She was making fun of him. That was it; he was an idiot, a sucker. A complete and utter fool- he got it now. The whole thing was just a big joke all to make Andy Weller look like one great monumental loser, and it had succeeded with flying colors. Aliens, mad geneticists, black magic � hah! He was ashamed of himself for even considering such things might exist. Or at least he would have liked to have been ashamed. Unfortunately for Andy - he believed her.

Part Three

Andy measured time through his dates with Caley as he delved deeper into the mystery that surrounded her. He was utterly alone in his quest as his friends had made it quite clear they thought he was off his rocker. Talking to his dad wouldn�t be any better either since there was no way he�d believe any of it. His dad had all the imagination of a... well, of an IRS employee, or at least a former one. These days he was doing odd jobs while fighting the state for his right to public practice. Money was tighter than ever.

School had started and despite Andy�s best efforts he�d only gone on two more dates with Caley. Between helping pay the bills and Caley�s tremendous appetite for expensive food there just weren�t enough lawns to mow. His experiences with her felt surreal to him, not just the crazy world Caley was beginning to tell him about, but the fact that he was actually dating Caley Prentice � and no one even knew.

He still planned his questions for her carefully, but when he was there in the hot seat all his carefully constructed phrasing seemed to fall apart. She was just too distracting. Still, he�d managed to discover that her entire family practiced black magic, and that it was hereditary. Even more interesting was the way she gathered power through eating, although she�d been hazy on the details. Andy supposed that explained the ridiculous amount of food she consumed regularly. Despite everything doubt still nagged at him; maybe she was just taking him for a ride. But even if that was the case the kiss she�d planted on his cheek at the end of their third date made it all worth it.

I�m probably the most pathetic freshman alive, Andy thought morosely upon entering school for the first day of the semester. He�d seen Caley go in with her usual gaggle of followers but the distance between them in school was, as ever, vast and unbridgeable. Caley herself still appeared to be getting more beautiful by the day and though he�d last seen her only a few weeks before he couldn�t help but notice she looked a little bustier. He assumed she would be at the top of the social pecking order in no time and so was surprised to encounter Caley getting hazed at her locker one day.

It was an older girl, probably a senior by the look of her. She wasn�t particularly attractive but she was a fairly big girl. She appeared to be about 5�10� tall and easily could have weighed over 200 pounds, though most of that was flab. The big girl had Caley pinned against a locker �You think you�re so good? Well guess what, you ain�t shit here little girl just another piece of fresh meat and if I catch you talking to my man again I will bitch slap you back to third grade.� She banged Caley roughly against the locker and let her drop to the floor before stalking away down the hall and disappearing into the between class crowds.

As soon as she was gone Caley�s sycophants crowded around her moaning their sympathies and claiming they�d �get that bitch� along with other meaningless threats. Andy couldn�t help but shake his head at their antics. Though he felt a little upset at himself for not having done anything - he�d arrived late and it was over before he knew what was going on. If I could have saved her� he thought before stopping himself. Save Caley? What was he thinking? She was evil incarnate, albeit a gentle kisser with incredibly pliant breasts, but honestly she was one of the cruelest people he knew. If anyone deserved to be brought down a peg or two it was her. Besides, he had a feeling that Caley would get the last laugh over that particular encounter.

He decided to take her out on a date that weekend. As usual they arrived at an upscale restaurant at which she�d made reservations. Watching her young tits dangle slightly as she exited the limo Andy saw his earlier suspicion confirmed. Her breasts were bigger, it hadn�t just been his imagination. She definitely seemed taller too, but most different of all was her attitude. He had never seen Caley upset before, and from what little he knew about her so far he hoped she never felt that way toward him. She snapped her name to the maitre d� and when he took too long to find her name on the list she reminded him that the establishment was a subsidiary of her fathers corporation and that they had no need for incompetent staff. The maitre d� paled visibly and led them to the VIP section.

She was nearly impossible to talk to through dinner. The only thing she showed any enthusiasm towards was the porterhouse steak which she devoured with gusto. When she was finished she spoke abruptly, �Food isn�t going to cut it anymore, I�m going to need to start taking what I need.�

Andy was confused, �What? What are you talking about?�

�Just what I said,� she continued, businesslike, �Food is fine for small changes over a long period of time, but if I want big changes I�m going to have to start taking what I need.�

�Take what you need from what? I still don�t understand.�

�Is this your question? If I answer I�m going to count it as your question.�

Andy hesitated, but he she�d piqued his curiosity enough and there were always other dates to ask his other questions. �Fine, sure go for it.�

�Magic doesn�t get power from nothing, it just uses typical things in non-typical ways. Food generates fat, muscle and bone but using it precisely uses up a lot of it. So instead I need to start taking what I need directly. From other people.�

�I�m still not sure I understand, you want to steal people�s fat and muscle?�

�Essentially, yes. It�s a little more exact then that, allow me to demonstrate.� Caley paused, searching the restaurant for something, �Ok, there- her over there the one in the tight blue dress,� she spoke quietly so as not to draw attention. Andy followed her gaze to a young couple a few tables away. The lady was wearing a tight low-cut blue dress that she was nearly popping out of although she wasn�t nearly as busty as Caley.

Caley giggled. She was clearly enjoying herself. �This is the first time I�ve performed magic in front of someone, are you ready?�

�I guess.� Andy replied, unsure of what to expect. This was the moment of truth so to speak, this would decide whether she was lying or not once and for all and that realization sent excitement racing through him, �Yea, I�m ready- go for it.�

�Here goes,� Caley said and she took a deep breath thrusting her heavy tits against the keyhole opening in her dress. Or at least that�s what Andy thought she�d done but as the seconds ticked by he noticed she wasn�t exhaling. Her tits remained tightly pressed against the keyhole showing a couple inches of incredibly deep cleavage and hinting at much more both above and below. Caley giggled again, �I see you noticed.�

�Huh,� Andy looked up; startled he�d been caught looking at her chest, but even more startled at what he�d just seen. Had her breasts actually just grown right in front of him? He glanced down at them again, they looked at least a cup size larger than they had at the beginning of summer and at least a bit larger than they had earlier that evening. There was no doubt about it.

�Look at the blue dress lady,� Caley urged.

Andy did and saw that the breasts that were once ready to pop out of her top had sunken away from sight. Caley had literally just stolen the breasts right off another person. That was completely and utterly impossible and so unbelievably exciting that right then and there Andy, quite literally, came in his pants.

�Anyway,� Caley began, for once not noticing Andy�s distress, �The rate of transfer isn�t very good, they lose a lot more than I gain, but I�m ok with that. And while these are nice,� she nodded towards her engorged tits, �what I really need right now is some height and muscle, but I�m afraid I can�t do that here � especially on an empty stomach.�

Despite the veritable library of things Andy wanted to say instead he blurted out, �But you just ate!�

�I still need to eat to perform magic, I just get more out of it when I take what I need.�

�So you going to start pillaging attributes from random people?�

�Oh no, nothing like that. Actually what I just did was quite naughty. I�m going to take from people at school, well...� she giggled again, �not really take since technically they�ll never get it in the first place.�

�What do you mean �never get it in the first place��

�Their puberty Andy, common keep up smart guy,� she chided condescendingly, �I�m going to take all the inches and curves they�ll never see.�

If he hadn�t already done so, Andy certainly would have blown his load just then.

Part Four

Life had become very interesting for Andy, but the only thing he had to show for it was an empty wallet and a mind filled with troubled thoughts. Ever since the night at the steakhouse Andy�s head had been in a spin-cycle, filled with a heady mixture of wonder, excitement, and fear. That magic existed in the world was an exciting prospect in its own right. That he knew someone capable of using it was thrilling in the extreme. Ultimately though, both factors combined into one overwhelming emotion. Andy was afraid. There was no telling what she was capable of and he couldn�t think of a less savory character to bestow enormous power on than Caley Prentice. The hows and whats and whys filled his mind so much that he could barely focus on school and though he had made no conscious decision to stop he had not mowed any more lawns.

Weeks began to pass and he made no new attempts to take Caley to dinner. The reality of what had happened slowly begin to settle into him. He recalled his earlier drive to discover Caley�s secret but having found it out he realized he was terrified of the information, the truth of the situation was much more frightening then what gone on in his fantasies. More than that he realized his fantasies truly had no conclusion, they never went past the point where he discovered the deep, dark secret � whatever it may be. There had never really been any sort of plan involved; he supposed that deep down he never had expected it to come to anything. But there it was � or rather there she was.

Though he hadn�t spent any time with her intimately, her presence at school was unavoidable. She seemed to get bigger and more dangerous every day, though Andy still had enough sense to know that was unlikely, even for her. Her bust size however had definitely remained as prominent as it had been that night at dinner and by his estimation she was probably just about the most stacked girl in school � as a freshman. Despite his misgivings and although he had managed to fight it for years through middle school; Caley became the object of Andy�s masturbatory fantasies. His dick went into spasmodic fits at the memory of how her big tits had expanded right in front of him, filling the keyhole opening of her dress with stunningly firm female flesh. He was not alone in that department. The entire school seemed increasingly incensed by her presence and if it weren�t for the social club that traveled with her in a protective huddle Andy suspected she might get attacked by some over-eager upperclassman.

A month went by and Andy was content to leave things as they were. As tempting as taking the most gorgeous girl in school out to dinner was � Andy was deeply intimidated by her abilities. So intimidated in fact, that when she approached him after class one day he couldn�t budge � he was trapped like a deer in the headlights.

She was bigger he could tell, probably at least an inch taller than she�d been before putting her at roughly 5�6�. A natural female height, but he was more concerned with the supernatural way with which she acquired it. �Y�know Andy, I miss our time together,� Caley said coquettishly, giving him one of her signature predatory smiles. Andy groaned inwardly with an odd mixture of lust and fear, it was a sensation not unlike impending climax cross-bred with impending doom. �I just wanted to tell you that my birthday is coming up soon and I thought maybe you�d like to come.�

�I� uhh�uhm,� he stammered.

�It won�t be the same without you there,� Caley said, pouting sexily. The effect caused the lust in his loins to surge, stealing precious blood from his fearful brain. What am I so worried about anyway, Andy thought, if it�s her birthday party there are sure to be loads of people there- it�ll be perfectly safe.

�Sure, sounds like fun.� He tried playing it off casually.

�Great, I�ll see you next Wednesday then, my place?�

�Yea, no problem I�ll get a ride from my dad.�

�Oh you don�t have to worry about that, my driver will pick you up,� Caley chirped cheerfully.

�Oh� ok then,� Andy replied, sounding less certain. Suddenly he wasn�t so sure if this was a good idea after all. Caley smiled at him in what he assumed she thought was a reassuring manner, but the gleam in her eyes ruined the effect. She turned and walked off without another word leaving Andy a little unsettled, but not so much that he missed watching the seductive sway of her sweetly rounded ass. I�m being paranoid, he thought, it�s just a birthday party.

He debated the rest of the week whether or not to try calling her to tell her he couldn�t go but he found he lacked even the courage to do that. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her and turning back now would almost certainly do that. By the time Wednesday rolled around Andy was mired in trepidation. Even his dad, who was usually oblivious to what was going on in his life, took notice of his troubled state. �Is everything alright at school, Andy?� his dad asked while Andy was stretched out on the couch, scribbling in the margin of his algebra homework.

�Yea dad, everything�s fine.�

�You just seem a little down lately, you aren�t getting bullied again are you?� Getting picked on had been one of the staples of Andy�s life in middle school. It wasn�t that he was particularly unpopular or scrawny; he just seemed to attract the attention from the worst kind of people. It also didn�t help that he wasn�t very good at backing down from people, including those who were twice his size and had friends on hand to help. He had come home bleeding and bruised after more than a couple beatings but he�d begged his dad not to intervene. That would only make it worse, he argued. His dad, having gone through similar events when he was a kid, begrudgingly agreed.

�No, nothing like that,� Andy said, shaking his head. �High school is just a bit more demanding then I expected, I guess the pressure is getting to me.� It was an easy enough lie, high school was certainly more demanding then middle school but academics had never been particularly difficult for him.

�Well,� his dad began, in typical fatherly fashion, �That�s what getting older is all about more power, more responsibility. Just keep your head down and make sure you don�t get behind and you�ll be fine.�

�I know, I know,� Andy replied defensively out of reflex, �You�re the one who brought it up.� A car horn sounded briefly outside saving him the trouble of dealing with another lecture on responsibility. Andy tossed his homework down and made for the door. �My ride�s here, see ya later.�

�Have a good time,� his dad called after him- Andy was already out the door.

He slid into the limo without a word to the driver, whose face he still hadn�t seen. The red leather was plush and comfortable and he had ample opportunity to explore the spacious interior as the limo cruised through town. A portion of both bench seats folded down to reveal cup holders and mini-storage bins filled with various crackers and candy. Andy was a bit tempted but figured he might as well save room for cake and ice cream. That�s when it occurred to him, where was everyone? He found the intercom button next to on the door and pressed it. �Um, excuse me but are we going to pick up the rest of the guests?�

After a short pause a bland, mid-western voice answered, �You are the only guest I�ve been ordered to retrieve.� Andy waited a few moments for elaboration but none came. Maybe the rest of the guests had their own rides and she was just cutting him a break because she knew how strapped they were for cash. What with gas prices being so high� Andy shook his head; his desire for self delusion was becoming quite strong, pressured by the growing sensation that something was definitely not right. He struggled not to let himself slip into senseless panic. It�s not like I�ve been kidnapped, he thought, I got in the car of my own free will and it�s not like I don�t know where I�m going. The route they were taking was one he�d previously taken to get to the Prentice estate, plus his dad knew where he was going too. Everything was going to be fine, just fine.

When they pulled into the outer driveway of the estate and Andy felt a small portion of his anxiety replaced with a tinge of curiosity. He�d never been inside the estate grounds before and as the car passed through the heavy gate he couldn�t help but look around expectantly, like a child at the zoo. There was no telling what kind of place the Prentice Estate really was, especially given the nature of its tenants. Oh shit, Andy thought in a rising panic, her parents! He�d completely forgotten that he would have to meet with Caley�s parents. Did they know she was a witch? Were they witches too? Maybe black magic skipped a generation. The thought of an entire family of evil spell casting sociopaths was too much for Andy�s overburdened mind to deal with and so instead he came to the resolute conclusion that Mr. and Mrs. Prentice had nothing to do with the exploits of their hell-spawned offspring.

After crossing what seemed like endless tracts of land filled with precisely pruned shrubbery and trees the limo swung into a loop that carried Andy to the front steps of what was quite possibly the most intimidating structure he�d ever encountered. The mansion must have been six hundred feet wide with sixty windows that studded the lower floors like teeth and hollowed the upper floors like cavernous eyes, it was six stories of architectural terror. It was a fortress borne of forgotten nightmares and evil deeds and the urge to flee was so great that when his door popped open Andy jumped out head first-

-and immediately collided with something exceptionally soft before stumbling to the ground in a tangle. �Watch it, you klutz.� A voice said acidly from below him. Andy looked down to see Caley lying on her back below him � her face level with his. He hung over her for a moment sucking in air as his racing heart slowed. �Are you going to get off of me or am I going to have to get you off?� Something in the way her voice changed left Andy unsure of which way to interpret her words.

�Oh, jeez� sorry� guess I got a little spooked,� he mumbled, rolling off of her.

�This place has that effect on people. My father says it keeps his business partners on edge which makes them easier to deal with.� Andy would have guessed it�d have the opposite effect, but then again he didn�t know a whole lot about business. He didn�t miss that it was the first time she�d ever said anything about her father as well; causing his earlier reluctance to meet her parents return, but it replaced the feeling of animal panic. He dusted himself off using the opportunity to collect himself before facing Caley again.

�Where are the rest of the people for the party,� he asked, looking around. �Are they inside already?�

�Party? Who said anything about a party?� Her face was completely serious.

�You did, you told me it was your birthday today.� Andy was utterly confused.

�Right, and it is, but I never said anything about a party. You�re the only one here.� Caley said as though it were obvious. Andy�s jaw dropped, he didn�t even know where to start. He wasn�t sure if he should feel honored or more terrified than ever. �I�ll be having a party this weekend with all of my friends, but my actual birthday is today,� she clarified. �I�ve actually missed the time we spent together so I thought I�d have you over here, since I�m sure you can�t afford to take me out to dinner again.� How can she know that, Andy wondered, his skin prickling. He looked again at the mansion and suppressed a shudder; there was something decidedly bad about that place.

�Oh.� Was all he could manage. Caley lead him up the wide steps and opened the massive oaken double doors which swung smoothly and silently on their hinges allowing them to enter. Scooby Doo eat your heart out, Andy thought, and followed her inside. The inside of the mansion appeared a bit less threatening then the exterior although it did exude a sinister aura. Maybe it was just the overly wide double staircase that branched up to the second floor or the incomprehensible but creepy effigies that were carved into the pillars that supported the landing above them. Possibly it was the enormous Byzantine chandelier that loomed over them dangling red crystals like drops of blood. �I hope you�re hungry,� Caley said leading him to the right, away from the stairs towards another door. �I�ve had our chef prepare a meal, unfortunately my father won�t be joining us since he is away on business right now. But I don�t want you to get the wrong idea, our full staff of servants are here so don�t go and try to take advantage of me or anything,� she smiled at him over her shoulder and winked.

�Yea right, you�d probably turn me into a toad,� he joked but didn�t laugh. Amidst his eerie surroundings he had begun to fear fates far more dire than being turned into an animal. Andy realized that he had quite literally walked into the den of evil through his own volition and wondered whether or not he was already under some sort of spell. Caley didn�t laugh either. He supposed the joke wasn�t particularly funny and decided to change the subject, �I�m sorry your dad isn�t here for your birthday, that must suck. At least you�ve got your mom though right?�

�No.�

�She�s not here either?� Andy couldn�t keep the surprise out of his voice.

�She�s dead.�

�Oh, wow,� Andy gulped, �I�m really sorry. My mom is too you know. Dead I mean, car accident you know�� Andy trailed off unsure of what to say. He fidgeted uncomfortably, unable to read Caley�s reaction from her emotionless back. �Your house is huge,� he said after a while, making a pitiful attempt to break the tension.

�I hate it, it�s ancient. I wish I lived somewhere more modern, but I guess there�s no helping it.� Caley responded. Andy let out a sigh, glad to have moved on.

They passed through a few bland looking rooms filled with chairs and bookshelves. The chairs were empty, but the bookshelves were decidedly full and Andy was a little tempted to see what kind of books they were but Caley lead them unerringly onward until they arrived at the dining room. A heavy table dominated the center of the room and it was positively crammed with delicious looking food; steaming rolls, steaks wrapped in bacon, lobster tails; the whole nine yards. It grated on his nerves that she could have this kind of meal every day at home yet he had to work for days on end just for a single opportunity like this, but he decided not to let it get to him. It was her birthday after all.

�Wow, you sure there�s not a party? That�s a lot of food.�

This time Caley laughed, �Oh you�d be surprised how much I can eat when I get really hungry.� Andy raised an eyebrow incredulously, but didn�t contradict her. For some reason unbeknownst to him he still had the presence of mind to help her to her seat at the head of the table before moving to another seat to her left on the side of the table. The idea of walking to the opposite end of the table to sit facing her from across the room was a little bit too �Addams Family� for his tastes. Caley didn�t seem to notice either way as she immediately began digging in.

Andy picked at his food at first, shoveling a few chunks of steaming meat and a couple rolls on to the plate. He poked unenthusiastically at his plate, pushing the food around in a circle with his fork before finally taking a bite. It was delicious. Not supernaturally, magically delicious, but damn good and he soon joined Caley. The taste and warmth of good food melted his anxieties like butter and Andy found himself actually enjoying the experience.

Caley wasn�t talking much, being far too preoccupied with shoveling food into her mouth, but the newly relaxed Andy wasn�t missing any opportunities to sneak peaks at his voluptuous date. He�d been too off-balance to really look at her before but now he saw what he�d been missing. She wore a low-cut black dress that was cut in a minimalist style, the fabric with thin and clingy and ended around her knees while seated. Her hefty bust jiggled regularly as she gorged herself and he couldn�t help but marvel at their size. She was turning fifteen today but had a set of tits that would make most adult women weep from jealousy. Dinner passed in that fashion, Caley�s mouth devouring food � Andy�s eyes devouring Caley.

When she finally set down her silverware the table looked like it had been attacked by a half dozen burly men that were breaking a fast. As she stood up Andy noticed her stomach didn�t even so much as pooch out. Just where the hell is she putting it all, he wondered. �I expect you got enough to eat,� Caley said, barely acknowledging him. She stepped away from the table towards a door at the back of the room �Follow me, I have something to show you.�

He followed her. He quickly lost count of the rooms they passed by and the staircases he ascended so by the time Caley stopped outside of one of the rooms Andy was certain he had absolutely no idea how to get back. The realization caused a slight surge of fear but it was outweighed by his arousal over having watched her hips sway and her full ass bounce on their way there. Caley turned and presented him with her equally full frontage and said, �I hope you�re ready, because I think you�re going to like this a lot.� Her smile brought back the instinctual fear he�d felt before. He felt as though she wanted something from him. He felt like prey.

Part Five

�Oh shit!� Andy blurted out. Caley was leaned against a set of doors, her hands resting casually behind her on the handles. She looked a little surprised by his outburst. �I forgot your present!� The thought had struck him out of the blue and momentarily overcame his anxiety.

There was a long moment of silence before Caley burst out laughing, �And what exactly would you, the boy who has to save money for weeks just to pay for my dinner, buy me, the richest girl in town? If I want something, I take it. I thought you would have figured that out by now.� Andy was taken aback. Why was she being so cruel all of a sudden? Caley pressed forward relentlessly, �Come on, tell me what you�d get me. I�m just dying to know.�

�It was just something I found that I thought you might like, that�s all,� Andy mumbled defensively.

�Well what is it?� She pursued haughtily, but there was a note of curiosity in her voice as well.

�A pin okay? It�s just a stupid little pin with a little serpent kind of thing wrapped around a little flower. Forget it. I thought you could use it to pin up your clothes if you were� when you are g-growing - or whatever - out of them.� He stumbled over this words, �Or maybe put in your hair, I dunno look it was stupid. I found it in an old jewelry box in my attic � I don�t even know who it belongs to since I�d never seen it before. I thought it might look pretty on you.� And he really did. She had a slight eastern tilt to her eyes and he imagined her looking quite exotic with the pin in her hair. Like porcelain doll� a really busty porcelain doll.

An indefinable emotion touched Caley�s face for the briefest moment before being replaced by her typically imperious look. She snorted at him in disdain before opening the door behind her and stepping back into the room. He got the impression he was expected to follow, so he did. The room was dimly lit, darkly accented, and unmistakably feminine. A four post bed complete with thin translucent curtains dominated the center of the room and was surrounded by ancient looking chests of drawers, an enormous vanity mirror that took up the better part of one wall, and a multitude of bookshelves lined with heavy bound volumes. It was also huge; easily four times the size of Andy�s own modest bedroom. He couldn�t believe she�d actually brought him to her bedroom, what exactly did she have planned?

His imagination launched into overdrive so much that he didn�t realize Caley had left the room until she reentered wearing nothing but a matching set of bra and panties. She was devastatingly beautiful; everything from her dainty feet to her lustrous hair was packed with underage sexuality. It took supreme force of will not to stare at her breasts which were absolutely overpowering the poor bra she�d stuffed them into. Crescents of overflow were visible to each side and they pressed so heavily into the cups that her mounded flesh looked as though it were going to spill over of the top of the bra as well. He gathered this erotic spectacle in an instant before tearing his eyes away to face her.

�You like what you see, Andy, don�t you?� It was barely a question. She knew how much she was turning him on. He backed away from her uncertainly; this girl had treated him like shit from the moment they�d met. Something had to be up� other than his penis, he was rapidly getting hard and it was getting increasingly difficult to conceal. �What�s wrong Andy, don�t you think I�m pretty?� Caley teased, advancing on him.

�Yea, of course.� Andy�s mind was racing, �I just don�t get it, why are you suddenly being so nice to me?�

�Am I being nice to you?� She asked, all innocence.

Andy quickly erected his intellectual defense. �Well yea, I mean come on any guy in school would kill to see you like this.�

�See me like what, Andy?� She purred coyly, still advancing.

The back of his legs hit the bed and he sat down abruptly, sinking into the plush covers. The situation was quickly spiraling out of control; his will to resist her was as overstressed as her bra and he wasn�t sure how much longer he could hold out. Deep down he knew he was in way over his head in more than just a sexual sense. In the end, the only thing he could do was make a wild stab, �You hate your father don�t you?� He asked suddenly.

Caley stopped moving towards him. She was barely a foot away from the bed and he was forced to look at her shocked face over the hills of her chest. Her eyes narrowed, �What did you say?�

�You�ve never talked about him until tonight and when you did you sounded glad mentioning he wasn�t here,� Andy knew he probably sounded like he was babbling but he was at his wits end.

�What would you know about it?� she said accusingly.

Andy shook his head, looking away, unable to hold eye contact with her. He said, �You�re so mean to everyone even though everyone around you is so nice to you. People aren�t just mean for no reason, Caley. I thought I was trying to find out how you could live such a privileged life, but now I�m not so sure that�s all it was,� Andy said, finally gaining momentum.

�You don�t know anything.� She interrupted, cutting him off with finality.

Andy sighed quietly to himself. He�d been grasping at straws but he thought, if only for a second, that maybe he�d struck a chord with her. He supposed he�d really only pissed her off. The rest of the evening was sure to be a disaster; he�d undoubtedly made an enemy out of the most powerful force in his academic life. One capable of destroying any vestiges of happiness he found at school and making his life in general a living hell. There probably wouldn�t be any second chances and his greatest hope was that she didn�t use magic to irreparably damage him.

�He killed my mother.�

Andy�s head snapped up. He looked at Caley but she was looking away, her face was unfocused and� vulnerable? He had never seen her look that way, and despite everything she�d said and done his heart went out to her in that moment. But he couldn�t find the words to express it. What do you say to someone who�s one parent had murdered the other? It was a far darker discovery than anything fourteen year old Andy Weller was capable of dealing with. The admission had apparently left Caley drained as well because she wordlessly sat down beside him on the bed. They sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. Together, on the bed, within arms reach of each other. Then she laughed, a short, harsh, mirthless laugh and dropped another bomb on him.

�It�s not like I�m any better.� She said, her voice cracking with emotion, �I was going to�� She looked at him, her beautiful face stricken with guilt and misery but all she could manage was to shake her head and quickly look away. But the message was as clear to him as if she had spoken the words. She had intended to kill him. Andy felt a tingling shudder travel through his body and then everything was gone; all of his anxiety, tension, arousal and fear left him in one long exhalation. He let himself fall back onto to the bed and lay there staring at the ceiling, utterly incapable of anything other than feeling relief. He knew he should feel horrified, that any sane person would have been running for the door and away from this crazy girl and the terrifying world she lived in. Instead he only felt relief. Andy understood it wasn�t a natural reaction, but nothing about the situation was natural. He began to seriously consider the possibility that he was under a spell.

It was a long time before Caley spoke again. �There�s so much I want to tell you, Andy, but I don�t think I have that right.� She was crying, he could tell. Her back was to him but her shoulders were trembling and her voice was strained. �You should go,� she said.

Andy sat up and put his arm around her shoulder. His desire to comfort her was overwhelming. �I don�t think you would have hurt me Caley, not seriously anyway. Whatever you brought me here for-�

�I was going to kill you Andy,� she snapped, a note of anger breaking through the sadness of her voice. When he made no response she continued, �You don�t know what I�ve gotten you into. You can�t know the things you know and be safe. People will come for you, Andy. Bad people who won�t hesitate to hurt you, they won�t just kill you Andy, they�ll torture you to find out what you know and who you�ve told.�

�Woah, wait a second. You�re the one who told me this stuff so you should be the only one who even knows I know anything � which is barely anything at all anyway.�

�It doesn�t matter how little you know, the castes won�t accept any information getting leaked to the public, it draws too much attention to us and if even one useful tidbit makes it into public literature it makes us all that much more vulnerable.�

�I don�t understand.� Andy wasn�t sure whether to believe her or not. People out to get him? Castes? Maybe she was just trying to scare him.

�How do you think the vampires got wiped out? Their weaknesses got exposed one after another until any man brave enough could waltz right up to one with garlic around his neck and drive a stake through their heart.�

�Oh come on Caley, vampires? You don�t really expect me to believe that do you?�

She whirled on him, her eyes narrow with anger. She began to whisper softly and Andy felt a strong force grip him. His arms whipped to his sides and he felt himself forced back onto the bed by some invisible weight. Caley continued glaring and whispering, he tried to speak but the weight on his chest was oppressive, constricting his lungs. All he could do was gasp as she pushed him further up onto the bed and he felt his legs being jerked out to match his arms until he was spread eagle on the covers. He felt like a puppet on a string, he couldn�t move or speak and he began to panic when he felt the force release him. He sucked in huge gulps of air and lay unmoving, struggling not to cry out. �This isn�t a game, Andy. If you don�t believe me - if you don�t trust me - I can�t help you. And if I don�t help you I might as well kill you now because whatever I do will be merciful compared to what will happen if someone else gets a hold of you.�

Andy met her stern gaze, unwilling to accept what she was saying. �You still haven�t told me how anyone else can possibly know.�

She sighed her stern features relaxing, �I think my father has been spying on me. I can�t be sure but I think he knows, and if he�ll send people after you.�

�Why would he do that?� Her explanation had left him even more confused.

�It�s complicated.�

�I�m listening.�

Caley paused for a moment before saying, �I don�t want to talk about this anymore right now. It really is my birthday, just do what I tell you if you want to stay alive.�

Andy frowned, �I�m still going to want answers sooner or later. I want to know more about who will be after me and why. I want to know more about magic,� he said fervently. �And I want to know more about you, Caley.�

�I�ll still answer your questions truthfully.� She smiled.

So that�s how it�s going to be, Andy thought and sighed, �I guess we�ve got a lot to talk about, huh?�

Yet he couldn�t help but notice that he was lying on her bed, alone with her in her room. While he was skeptical about what she�d told him there was no denying how much he wanted her. The way she was poured into her overmatched underwear was incredibly sexy. As if to answer to his wandering mind Caley crawled onto the bed. Her breasts hung heavily from her chest and pressed powerfully into their cups. She moved slowly towards him crouching low, never losing her smile. He couldn�t help but stare at her tits as they wobbled gently in their inadequate harness and he nearly gasped when she reached his waist and began dragging their silken warmth up across his chest. He was achingly hard by the time her mischievous eyes were even with his own. He didn�t move a muscle, unwilling to break the spell.

She said, �I had something better in mind,� and kissed him. Her lips were plush and her hot breath sent tingles up his spine as she placed her mouth over his. She kissed him passionately and he responded in kind, the feel of her pressing against his body consumed his mind until his entire conscious was focused only on the feeling of her tongue dueling with his own. When their lips finally broke Andy could only pant. He had never been so turned on in his entire life and she hadn�t even touched his penis yet. Caley must have noticed because her hand snaked down and grabbed his throbbing cock through his pants. �Mmm, somebody is enjoying this,� she mumbled. Andy couldn�t muster intelligible thought. �Is it because I�m such a good kisser or,� She arched her back thrusting out her big boobs and causing her bra to groan in protest, �is it something else?� She began massaging him through his pants, slowly and inexorably building him towards climax. �Y�know I don�t think this little C cup bra is gonna last much longer. It fit fine a couple years ago but now you can see it�s just not enough.� He could see. Her breasts were practically destroying the flimsy piece of underwear, and his dick was felt like it was going to explode. �I just keep getting bigger and bigger, Andy. I just turned fifteen but do you know what my real bra size is?� She began pumping his penis faster. Andy couldn�t even focus his eyes anymore; his brain had lost too much blood. �Do you wan�t to know, Andy?�

Andy nodded, his body taught with passion, and was only able to manage, �Mmmm.�

�I can�t shop at the designer stores I like anymore, Andy. They don�t carry my size.� Her hand was rubbing him furiously now - her tone was dripping with sexy hauteur. �They only carry up to double D, ya know?� Her bra creaked again and Andy�s eyes snapped to her quivering flesh. �And I�m an E-cup now.� Andy saw stars and his dick exploded into spasms as he coated the inside of his pants with jizz. Caley continue pumping him slowly until he stopped jerking beneath her and then rolled off to lie beside him on her huge bed. �That was fun,� she said.

Andy�s mind was blown, but he felt suddenly guilty that he was the only one who�d gotten off. �Do you want me to� You know�� He couldn�t bring himself to say it, �for you? Caley giggled next to him, hiding her smile with her hand.

�You�re sweet, but it�s okay,� she said softly. Andy faced her, her hair was pooled beneath her head and her body was twisted slightly away from him, knees gently tucked. Exhausted, he rolled over next to her and wrapped his arms around her, spooning. She didn�t resist. They lay quietly next to each other for a long time; Andy felt his eyes drooping dangerously when she said, �You can stay the night if you want, as long as you behave yourself.� And he wanted nothing more then to hold her sweet, beautiful body in his arms. He knew he shouldn�t though; and opened his mouth to decline but yawned instead. She shifted in his arms and the underside of her silken bra grazed his hand and her feet pressed against the tops of his. He�d almost forgotten she�d gotten taller as well. He yawned again. Maybe just a couple more minutes�

Part Six

Andy couldn�t suppress the sudden thrill that came when he realized he�d woken up first or the shock he felt upon realizing he�d spent the night. He forced himself not to think about everything they�d talked about. It was going to take a long time to get it sorted out, and it wasn�t something he looked forward to.

Instead he focused on the fact that he�d actually made out with and then received a hand job from the most sought after girl in school. His ego was soaring and he was certain that if he had tried to walk at that moment his feet would not have touched the ground. As it was, he was content to lay there basking in her soft flesh and the sweet cinnamon scent of her body.

The rest of his day wasn�t nearly as sweet due to the fact that he didn�t have time to shower once he realized how late it was. Caley was gracious enough to give him a ride to school with her, but she told him to wait in the car for a while before getting out. She didn�t want them to be seen together, which stung, but he didn�t bother asking why. She also gave him a small, brown glass feather and told him that he was not to remove it regardless of circumstance, day or night. He didn�t bother to ask about that either. The day plodded by and his sticky pants were the only thing that confirmed the night before had been real. He hoped he�d have a chance to take her out again soon.

Unfortunately, things didn�t turn out that well. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and he never got an opportunity to speak to Caley. She was perpetually ringed by her coterie of sycophants, hanger-ons, and errand boys and there was no breaching the wall of her popularity. Meanwhile, her attention towards him had all but disappeared and rumors of her exploits with other boys begun to spread. The cafeteria was, as ever, a breeding ground for such things and it wasn�t long before Andy overheard things he would rather not have:

�I heard Danny Jenkins got a blow job from Caley, can you believe he cheated on Marcy with that oversexed bitch?� Two girls he didn�t recognize were engaged in less than discreet conversation behind him. Andy did his best to look inconspicuous as he listened.

�Omigod, seriously? She�s always been a huge tease but she�s actually putting out now?�

�Marcy was in tears when I talked to her about it, so yea I�d say it�s true.�

�Forget about Marcy, Jen. If Caley is starting to use boys for more than free stuff then I don�t think a single boyfriend in this school is safe.�

�Whatever! Tom would never��

�Yea, keep telling yourself that.�

The girls kept talking but Andy stopped listening, he�d heard enough. Apparently his worries were grounded in reality; life had returned to the status quo. The gap between them had grown both figuratively and literally. The closest glances he got of Caley were through the shoulders of her ever growing posse.

***

�What�s up Andy?� Jesse mumbled through a mouthful of food during lunch. �You�ve been kinda emo lately.� Jesse was a chubby kid who talked too much, ate too much, and laughed too much. But besides Mike he was probably Andy�s closest friend.

�Nothings up,� Andy replied dejectedly. Then added with a little more heat, �And I�m not emo.�

�That�s exactly what I�m talking about. Back me up here, Mike.�

Mike tore his eyes of the backside of a cheerleader that was passing their table, �You have been kind of a downer recently. You�re not still hung up on Caley are you� I mean, anymore than the rest of us that is,� he finished, displaying his typical eloquence.

�Why would I be hung up on her? She�s just a stupid bitch that uses people for whatever she can get!� Andy clenched his jaw tightly, regretting his words immediately.

�Woah man, what�s the deal? I mean I know you have this weird love-hate thing with her but really, she never even talks to you. It�s not like she broke up with you or something,� Mike said.

Jesse snorted his signature laugh and added, �Man I�d love to see that. Caley Prentice dating one of the geek squad. Then Mike could get a cheerleader and Caley�s friends could start buying me food, it�d be glorious.�

�You don�t need anymore food, fatass,� Mike countered.

�Whatever, anyway� you know what else would be glorious? An Xbox party tonight at my place. I think Dexter and Mark are finally done with their retarded science project and if call some people Mike we�ll have a full house.�

�I gotta get to class,� Andy said, getting up.

Mike checked his watch �Class doesn�t start for another ten-� -but Andy was already gone. �Man, what is his problem?� he said exasperatedly to Jesse.

�I think you were right, I think he�s actually hung up on Caley� its sorta pathetic but he looks so miserable I kinda feel bad for the guy. He�ll grow out of it I guess.�

�Speaking of growing,� Mike said, his voice taking a note of keen interest, �Have you seen Calely lately? She�s really shooting up� and out.�

�Oh yea?�

�Yea man, her tits are out to here and either she�s started wearing heals or she�s growing like a weed. She�s probably taller than Andy now.�

Jesse snorted, �Poor sap.�

***

Andy was a little upset at with how agitated he�d gotten when Mike and Jesse had started talking about Caley. What the fuck do they know anyway? At the same time he knew that waiting around for an opportunity to talk to her wasn�t going to work either and he wasn�t willing to accept her ignoring him without a fight. There were less than ten minutes left before the bell rang for class, but he had a good idea where she was.

He found Caley exactly where he expected to, in the empty art room where she typically held court during lunch. There were always licensed drivers among the upperclassmen willing to go out and get her whatever she wanted to eat and the art teacher was a total pushover who had let her turn the classroom into an exclusive lunch club. Of course, Andy wasn�t invited. But that wasn�t going to stop him today. He pushed open the door and stepped into the collective stares of over a dozen of his classmates. The muted conversation he�d heard through the door stopped abruptly and silence froze his steps, and his confidence.

�What do you want?� A short, pretty, blond girl asked him, leaving no doubt about his lack of welcome. Andy didn�t respond, he wasn�t going to give them any opportunities he didn�t have to. He looked for Caley and quickly spotted her sitting on top of a desk, her back against a picture postered wall. She was the only one in the room who wasn�t watching him. Something about that, and maybe that alone, gave him the courage to approach her.

Halfway across the room he was intercepted by another girl, this one a brunette with an average body and snide expression on her face. �Are you deaf? Ames asked you a question, and this room is off-limits.� Her voice matched the look on her face, and it pissed him off.

�According to who? This is all school property you know, you don�t own the place.�

�Can�t you see you�re not welcome here? Go find somewhere else to have your lunch.�

Andy gritted his teeth against a wave of righteous anger, �I need to talk to Caley.�

The brunette laughed, followed by a brief round of titters from the peanut gallery. �Seriously?� She said, voice dripping with condescension. �Let me save you the time, the answer is no.� The room broke into full force laughter and Andy felt his anger buffeted like a weak flame in a gale. But he�d resigned himself to humiliation before opening the door and he wasn�t going to stop now.

�Excuse me but,� He quickly moved around the brunette, saying, �I still need to talk to you, Caley.� She didn�t look up. He took one step closer and another. Andy felt a large hand grip his shoulders and a deep voice warned.

�I think you�re done here, guy.�

Andy turned around and looked up and up again. The jock behind him was massive, well over 6� tall. He had to be a varsity linebacker or something judging by his size and the way he carried himself. Andy looked back desperately towards Caley for help, but she remained impassive. �Caley, please I just want-� He was jerked back bodily as the jock pushed him towards the door.

�I said you�re done. This room is invite only, and you weren�t invited poindexter.� The jock guffawed at his joke, but the response from the room was forced at best. This was of small comfort to Andy as he was hurled bodily into the hallway. He had to fight down the urge to charge back into the guy swinging, but the thought of being humiliated all over again was too much to take.

Instead he shouted, �Fuck you, asshole,� at the closing door. Then he ran, tearing down the halls with wild abandon as though he could outrun the sting of disgrace. I can�t even talk to her, how sad is that. He didn�t stop running until he arrived at the abandoned band pit. The school had tried to build a theater years before but had run out of money shortly after completing the main structure. Some teachers used it to give big lectures or demonstrations but mostly it went unused since there weren�t proper seats, just a slanted stone floor to sit on. At the bottom of the sloping floor there were stairs that lead down to what would have been the stage pit, where the band would have played for musicals, if any of it had actually been completed. It was the only real indication of what the building was originally supposed to be. For Andy, it was just a place where no one would bother him.

He was still sitting down there when the bell rang. It didn�t move him. He was too pissed to go to class. Pissed at Caley�s bitchy friends, pissed at Caley, but mostly pissed at himself for being so vulnerable. Andy rubbed at his eyes, refusing to let his emotion show, even if no one was there to see it. His body shook with impotent anger and misery as only a teenagers can. He wanted to yell out, and almost did when the sound of footsteps made his breath catch in his throat. Someone was coming.

It�d mean detention at least if he got caught skipping class, but he was more concerned about someone finding him so distraught than he was about losing a couple lunch periods. The footsteps drew nearer and Andy felt a sinking feeling as a silhouette appeared at the top of the stairs.

�Interesting place to skip class, most people prefer the hill or the Quartercade.�

�Caley?� Andy said cautiously. The silhouette descended the steps, presenting the unmistakable curvature of Caley Prentice as it drew closer.

�You wanted to talk to me,� She said matter-of-factly, as though nothing had happened.

Andy bristled, �Yea, well not anymore.�

She paused, putting her hand on her generous hip. �Oh come on Andy, it wasn�t that bad was it? It�s not like George kicked your ass or anything.�

�What would you know about it, Caley? When was the last time you got excluded from anything? When was the last time you were humiliated or treated like shit?�

�I dunno,� She said dismissively, �But I thought it was pretty cute how were trying so hard to talk to me.�

Andy stood up and moved towards the stairs, but Caley was blocking the only way out. �Get out of my way Caley,� he said.

�What�s the big hurry all of a sudden? Didn�t you have something important to ask me?� She emphasized her position by placing a hand against her considerable chest.

�I�ve had enough of being looked down on for today, sorry.�

�Mmm, funny you should say that.�

�What?�

�Look at where I�m standing.�

Andy did, glancing down at the dusty floor where Caley was standing at the bottom of the steps. �Yea, okay� and?�

Caley tsked. �Maybe if I come closer you�ll see.� And she moved towards him until they were standing a foot apart. Well, most of their bodies were a foot apart. Caley�s breasts bridged a significant portion of that distance. God, they are even bigger than last time, Andy thought and immediately cursed himself for it. Focusing on being upset at someone was difficult when that someone exuded sexuality and was standing right in front of him. He changed his tact and looked straight into her eyes. Wait, straight? Realization plowed into Andy like a freight train, he was looking straight forward into Caley�s eyes. No, that wasn�t quite right either. He was looking up slightly. Could she possibly have gotten that much taller in three months? Before she had been 5�6� to his 5�8� but now she had to be closer to 5�9�. Three inches in a month, how exactly was she passing that off as natural?

�Judging by the look on your face, I�d say you finally noticed.�

Andy wasn�t about to let a few inches throw him off his game and said. �Awesome, I�m sure your boyfriends will love the new you.�

�Boyfriends? The last date I had was when I turned fifteen.� Caley said seriously.

Andy focused on her eyes. And his anger. �Don�t give me that shit Caley, word gets around you know? I�ve heard about a couple of boys you�ve given blowjobs to, but I�m sure there�s plenty more I haven�t heard about.�

�Those weren�t dates,� she replied calmly.

Andy felt his anger surge at her flippancy, �Oh, I�m sorry. What then? Sexual escapades? Oh I know, how about �services rendered�? Did they take you out to nicer places than I did, was that it? They get a little something ext-�

She slapped him. It surprised him and stung like hell. What surprised him more was the fact that he�d clearly pissed her off. Even after the fat girl had tossed her into a locker Andy had never seen such a dire look on Caley�s face. She turned abruptly and began to march back up the stairs. Andy stood uncertainly for second before calling out, �Hey Caley, wait I-� She kept walking. �I�m sorry!�

She stopped. Awkward silence hung between them for a few moments before she said, �Well, I�m listening.�

Andy paused, gathered his wits, and said, �Look, I know you don�t belong to me or anything.�

�At least you�ve figured that much out,� Caley interrupted, less than sympathetically.

�I just thought we had something. I know we never agreed that we were officially �going out� or anything so it�s not like you cheated on me or anything it�s just that I still feel� cheated, I guess,� Andy said, glad to finally start getting it out.

She turned to face him. �It�s not what you think, Andy. And even if it were, like you said, we never had any agreement beyond one answer for one date.�

Andy made himself familiar with the floor, unable to look her in the eye as he teetered on the verge of exposing himself to more heartache. In the end he had to force it out in a rush, �I like you, Caley.� And when that didn�t seem to be enough he added, �A lot.�

�That�s sweet,� she said and came back down the stairs to stand in front of him again.

�I just wish you wouldn�t tease me so much, like about getting thrown out of the art room earlier.�

�But I love teasing you, and besides I meant it when I said I thought it was cute.�

�So you think me being tormented is cute?�

Caley giggled, �Well yes, actually. But that�s not why.�

�Why then?� Andy implored. His self-esteem was burning desperately low and he craved complimentary coal to fuel its dwindling fire.

She hesitated for a minute, considering. Then said, �A lot of boys ask me out you know?� Andy couldn�t begin to imagine, but nodded and listened intently anyway. �Most of them don�t know what they are getting into when they try to get through my friends. I mean not many people would willfully walk into certain humiliation; I do have a reputation for never saying yes. But you were different Andy.�

�I was?� Could have fooled me, he thought, but kept it to himself.

�Yeah. You�re not stupid, you knew exactly what would happen if you tried to talk to me in front of everyone, but you tried anyway. I thought it sort of brave, really. You looked like you were trying so hard, your face was all scrunched with determination,� She mimicked him, furrowing her brow and laughed. �I just thought it was cute.�

Andy wallowed in the warm fuzziness of praise before saying, �So... will you go out with me?

�No.� She shot him down faster than Clint Eastwood gunned down The Bad.

�Oh.�

�Don�t take it the wrong way, Andy. It�s for your own good. Nothing good will come of getting close to me, you�ll just get hurt.�

�I don�t care about that,� he said vehemently, grabbing the necklace where he�d hung the feather she�d given him. He felt as though it was the cause that they�d grown apart, �I�ll take the risk if it means I can be with you!�

�Don�t take that off,� she warned. �And I�m sure you would risk it but only because you don�t know what they�d do to you. I can�t protect you if anyone knows we�re together,� she said, but moved closer to him, betraying her words.

�So I�m back to square one?� Andy said uncertainly as she approached.

�I wouldn�t say that,� she replied breathily, and pressed against him. Her large breasts spread against his chest, covering it with plush softness.

�Uh?�

�No one has to know,� she said, and kissed him. The taste of cinnamon exploded in his mouth. As quickly as it had begun she broke the kiss and said, �I really shouldn�t be doing this. But�� Her heavy orbs went flush against him as she drove her tongue into his mouth, swirling it between his breathless lips. He wrapped his arms around her and she reciprocated, her hold tightening almost painfully and making Andy wonder how much strength she was taking from her classmates.

She felt so good against him: her tongue dancing in his mouth, her hardening nipples poking into his chest, the curve of her hip beneath his hand. Even the way her long dark hair tickled his neck added to his ardor. Her strength too was turning him on. He guessed because she was powerful in so many ways it seemed only natural that her body should be strong as well. He let his lips play over hers with unrelenting passion and time seemed to melt away. Until the bell rang. �Mmm, time to go,� she mumbled, still holding him.

�Wait, when can I see you again?�

�It�s too risky, Andy. I�m sorry,� she said and let him go.

�No! Hang on, I have an idea. My dad is leaving town in a couple months for a conference. My house will be empty the whole weekend.� Andy couldn�t keep the rising excitement out of his voice, �No one would know to look for you there. I could borrow my dad�s car and pick you up, no one would ever know.�

�I dunno...�

�Caley, I�ll do anything.�

She paused, appraising him. It seemed she waited an eternity before saying, �Well� you know how hungry I get.�

�Whatever you want, I promise I�ll get it.�

�There�s a pizza place I like, I guess we could order out��

Andy could have done a back flip. �It�s a date then?�

Caley only smiled in response, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried up the stairs. She hesitated there for a moment as though reconsidering. Andy wished with all his might that she wouldn�t change her mind.

�By the way, Andy�� she finally said.

�Yes?� he replied, taught with anxiety.

�I like you too.�

Part Seven

Freshman year was winding down, and for the most part Andy was happy. He hadn�t been in any serious fights which was a nice change from middle school. He supposed there was something to be said for getting older and growing up. Meanwhile, Mike and Jesse must have noticed he�d come out of his funk because they never brought Caley up around him after that day at lunch. Even his dad seemed to be getting his life back on track, considering he had a hearing with some tax commission out of state. If things went well it would mean things could finally start getting back to normal. But the reason Andy was excited about the trip had much more to do with things extraordinary than ordinary. Caley was coming, and he couldn�t wait.

He�d hardly seen her since they talked but on the few occasions he passed her in the halls she�d made eye contact and given him a conspiratorial smile. It was as good as anything he could hope for. And a considerable boost to his ego. Unfortunately, he couldn�t really let the situation go to his head either. No one knew; and no one could know what went on between them. For Andy it was enough that she liked him, actually liked him. Of the multitudes of students who had been smitten with or smote by Caley; he was the one she�d picked.

His luck seemed to have picked up as well. A blizzard had blown through town giving Andy a new job with which to fund his �perfect weekend�. He�d saved three hundred dollars from shoveling snow. Now all that was left to do was wait.

***

Andy pulled his Father�s Datsun up to the curb where he�d agreed to meet Caley. He couldn�t see very well because the window was fogged up and he hadn�t been able to locate the defrost button. Driving with frosted windows had been a little nerve-racking and he kept a paranoid eye out for police. Unlicensed driving wasn�t exactly a call he wanted to go to his Father at the beginning of his perfect weekend. The passenger door squealed open beside him with the sound of breaking ice and someone hopped in beside him. The figure was wrapped in winter clothes complete with a fur lined hood that kept its face shadowed.

�Doesn�t this piece of junk have a heater?� Only Caley could make his heart sing with such a disparaging comment.

�Sorry, I couldn�t find the thingy to turn it on,� he said, staring at her. It was impossible to tell if her appearance had changed or rather how much it had changed with the deep layers of clothing in the way. But that didn�t stop Andy from trying.

�Let�s go. I�m already sick of this car.�

Andy drove. They reached his house shortly and he pulled the car into the drive before cranking the parking break and hopping out. Caley didn�t wait for him, quickly exiting the vehicle on her own. Icicles garnished the shabby one story building Andy called home, and massive snow drifts on the roof gave the impression it was being squashed into the ground. �So this is where you live, huh?� Caley said, clearly unimpressed.

�Not all of us can live in Wuthering Heights,� Andy countered.

She laughed. Andy led the way into the house and quickly set to making hot coco. He wasn�t much of a chef but he had mastered the art of hot coco after his mom had died and he�d had to start making it for himself. He told Caley to make herself comfortable and he heard the TV flip on in the living room shortly after. When the coco was done he poured them both a cup and brought the steaming mugs into the living room�

�And almost immediately dropped them.

Caley had pealed away the layers of winter padding and was stretched luxuriously across his couch. All of it. She had to be close to six feet tall and she was really starting to fill out too. Not just her chest either, her hips looked wider than before and though it was mostly sunk into the cushions of the couch he got the impression that she packing a considerable amount more �junk� in her �trunk�. �I can�t believe you only have basic cable,� she said, sitting up. �I�m bored already.�

�I uhh- yea well uhm here�s some hot coco.� Andy said, stretching the limits of ineloquence. Caley reached for her cup and her bust shifted in her shirt. The t-shirt was made from a material that was decidedly clingy and smooth looking. It hugged every overdeveloped curve of her jutting rack and even showed the faint outline of a bra underneath. Andy started guessing at what size it had to be before realizing that particular train of thought was causing a rising discomfort in his pants.

Caley took a mug from him and gulped it down quickly, letting a contended �ahh� go as she finished. �That was pretty good actually. Is there more?�

�Yea, you can have my mug, I�ll make some more,� Andy said, giving his coco to Caley and watching her demolish it as quickly as she had the first. The offer to make more, as it turned out, was a bit of mistake. After the third batch he still hadn�t had any and Caley had polished off eight or so cups while she watched a rerun of the Simpsons.

�Hey, how about we order some pizza from that place you said you liked?� Andy said, handing her the last cup of coco.

�Sure, the number is in my purse.� She didn�t turn away from the TV.

�What kind of pizza do you want?�

�A Garlic Chicken Special with extra cheese, a Finest Cuts Trio, and a Mariners Choice. All extra large and get a couple orders of breadsticks too. You have soda?�

�Yea,� Andy choked, aghast at how much she was ordering.

�That�s it then.�

He dialed the number and put in the order. The total came out to ninety seven dollars and eighty three cents. Andy could have wept. Instead he walked into the living room with a smile stapled to his face and said, �Should be here in forty five minutes.� He quickly realized there was no room on the couch and after standing awkwardly in the room for a couple moments he added, �Could you maybe scoot over so I could sit down?�

Caley glanced at him from where she lay, stretched across his couch. �Oh come on, I�m not that big.� She patted an open area of couch near her stomach and said, �There�s space.� Andy hesitated for a moment before taking a seat next to her sprawling form. He felt the warmth radiating from her body the moment he sat down. Her legs stretched forever to his right and her bust protruded sumptuously on his left. �You look so stiff Andy, why don�t you lay down.� Her hand rubbed against his back.

Andy started to slide in next to her but quickly realized that her bust was going to either push his chest off the couch or cradle his head. Was she doing this on purpose just to drive him nuts? What was left of his quickly diminishing mental capacity answered with a resounding �yes�. He decided to bite the bullet and let his head rest against her plush bosom, and barely resisted the urge to snuggle in closer to her. His dick hardened rapidly and he had to shift his legs to try to conceal what would soon be a substantial protrusion. He feigned watching TV, unable to get his mind off the gorgeous, stacked, and unbelievably tall girl behind him. She was three to four inches taller than him now. Along with the strength that she�d been taking she could probably kick his ass too. She was probably able to kick my ass months ago, he thought, there�s no telling what she�s capable of by now. It felt strange to be so excited and intimidated by the same person.

She laughed at something on TV sending shockwaves through her tits and jostling his head. �This is a great show huh?�

�Huh? Oh, yea.�

�You�re not even watching are you?� She said. Her hand appeared suddenly and broke through his defense with ease. She grabbed his crotch. �Yea, just like I thought.�

�Err� sorry?� Andy wasn�t quite sure what the appropriate response was when a girl grabbed his junk out of the blue, but he had to choke back a moan.

�It�s okay, but if you�re more interested in me then TV I think you�re facing the wrong way.�

Andy had planned to take things slow. Treat her nicely, have an engaging conversation, enjoy a pleasant dinner. That sort of thing. It clearly wasn�t going to happen now.

He rolled over to face her and became face to bust with her overwhelming assets. Each of her breasts was almost as big as his head. They rested one on top of the other, extending above and below his field of vision. He could even make out the relaxed buds of her nipples through her shirt and bra. God they�re big, he thought. Caley giggled at his wide-eyed stare. Andy recovered and put his hand on her hip and ran it up over the silky material of her shirt, caressing her warm body. The urge to cup her bosom was intense. He began working his fingers under her tight shirt. Caley reached around him and cupped his ass, lifting him up and into her and he scooted further up the couch, letting her hand guide him. He looked into her eyes. If she hadn�t been clutching him to her he�d probably have fallen off the couch, but that was the last thing on his mind.

They kissed. Her sweet cinnamon scent wrapped around his senses like an intoxicating fog. He felt her hand take his and guide it to her breast before pushing it into her pliant tit. Even the spell of her kiss paled before the thrill of his fingers sinking into her heaving flesh. He palmed the mound, alternately squeezing and caressing before searching tentatively with his fingers for her hardening nipple. He thumbed it gently through her bra and it blossomed into a firm peg of arousal. Caley moaned, and pulled her head away from his. She had a mischievous look in her eye.

Suddenly, Andy felt her arms surround him as she rolled over, pushing his body towards the center of the couch as she straddled him. �Now you can give both of them attention,� she said, and thrust her chest towards him. Andy thought his head might explode as her epic bust thrust hugely against her tight shirt and outlined her bra as clearly as though it were painted on. She didn�t have to ask him twice. He reached up and pressed his hands into her abundance, accepting the load of her weighty charms. She moaned as he massaged her sensitive breasts and thrust against him. Andy felt his pelvis twinge in protest as her weight sank him into the couch�s cushions. His penis was crushed between them as she ground her crotch into him. Despite the pain, he was ready to explode. She was so big. The frequency of her gyrations increased and he could feel the heat from her crotch bathing his upper thigh as he twisted underneath her. She was as turned on as he was. Oh god, oh jeez, oh holy sh-

*DING DONG*

Andy�s rising climax was shattered by the doorbell. It was a small consolation that Caley looked as irritated as he felt. �I never thought I�d see you so unhappy to get food,� he quipped to break the uncomfortable moment.

She punched his arm. �Ha ha.�

Somehow they untangled themselves and Andy made it to the door in time to pay the delivery guy and take the tower of boxes out of his hands. Caley quickly relieved him of his burden, lifting the boxes effortlessly from his hands. She took the pizza to the dining room and Andy admired the way her broad heart-shaped ass struggled against her jeans as she walked away from him. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself before moving to join her.

They enjoyed the meal in silence. Andy finished a couple slices quickly, surprised at how hungry he was, before sitting back to watch the show. Caley plowed through slice after slice leaving no doubt as to where her extra curves were coming from. He had known her to eat a lot, but he�d never seen her genuinely gorge herself as she was now. There was something almost ominous in the way she focused on cramming her food away. When she popped open the second box Andy had to say something, �Woah, what�s the deal? I�ve got a microwave if you�re worried about it getting cold.�

Caley looked up. �It�s not that, I just need the energy.�

�For what?�

�I may have to fight someone soon.�

Andy paused, considering. �You mean that big girl from earlier in the year?�

Caley looked momentarily confused by the suggestion. �Oh, her� No, that�s nothing, though she�ll get hers soon enough.�

�Who then?� Andy was fresh out of ideas.

Caley shoved another folded slice between her plush lips and chewed thoughtfully before answering, �I guess I haven�t really told you much about the world of magic.� Andy shook his head. �Are you interested?� she asked casually.

�Well yea, of course.�

She began, �There�s a lot to tell but I guess I should start with the basics. There are six different castes of black magic users. The lowest tier is known as village caste although the more common term is hedge wizard. You�ve probably heard of that?� Andy had, but she continued without waiting for his response. �Anyway, above them are town caste, city caste, and capital caste. They make up the bulk of black magic users.�

�What does this have to do with fighting though?�

�I�m getting to that-�

�And didn�t you say there were six castes?�

�If you could stop interrupting me for a second you might understand better.�

�Sorry,� Andy replied abashedly.

Caley waved her hand dismissively and continued, �The bottom four castes account for most black magic users and have their own set of rules that I won�t get into because they�d probably bore you.�

�No, I�m really interested.�

Caley sighed, �Okay, fine. I guess it�s fairly easy to explain anyway. The castes are named the way they are for a reason; each member is allowed an area befitting their station. So village caste are allowed dominion over a tiny group of people such as a small community or village. If another village caste member were to come to that area they would have to defeat the first member before they could practice magic there. Beating any magic user on their home turf is difficult so this doesn�t happen very often.� Caley stopped to gulp down another slice of pizza. �Mmm, anyway the same goes for the higher castes only they get larger and more populated territories based on their caste.�

�What happens when a capital caste person goes to an area claimed by a town or village caste?�

�Good question. But usually nothing. There�s not much a village caster can do against a capital caster except help get them whatever they need so they can leave as quickly as possible. Magic users are very territorial, but they�re not stupid.�

�I see.�

�Anyway, the highest two castes are different. They are called nation caste and empire caste, and are much more powerful than the lower castes. They also have a lot more freedom and while they are still territorial they are a bit more lax about lower castes practicing in their territory. Besides it more than a little obnoxious tracking someone down across an entire country.� Another slice went down the hatch and Caley looked like she was finally slowing down. She continued her explanation, �America, for instance, has four nation casters and China has nine.�

�Nine? Jeezus!� Andy wasn�t sure he understood the gravity of everything she was saying, but nine seemed like a lot for a country he didn�t see as particularly friendly. He wondered if casters took sides in times of war.

�Don�t get the wrong idea; there are plenty of nations that don�t have any of that level. Nation casters are sort of like celebrities or wealthy people in normal terms. Actually they usually are wealthy and don�t typically appreciate third world accommodations.�

�I see, and the last caste?�

�The highest caste is empire caste, and every family in it is very well known to magic users. There are thirteen empire families in total, and they do pretty much whatever they please.�

�Wow,� Andy said, assembling the pieces of information in his mind.

�Anyway, you could say my territory has been challenged, so I have to duel another magic user,� Caley finished abruptly, cutting off his train of thought.

Andy felt a twinge of fear and couldn�t keep the concern from his voice. �Will you be okay?� he said.

�Yea, I�ll be fine. Nothing to worry about,� Caley said, her tone supremely confident. �But it�s nice of you to worry about me,� she added, cooing.

Andy sat back, giving himself time to digest everything she�d told him. He�d never imagined there was such a vast and detailed world beneath the surface of the one he knew. It was exciting and a little disconcerting. There had to be hundreds of magic users, thousands even. And they had kept their existence as nothing more than myth. Then he realized he was still missing an important tidbit of information.

�So what caste are you then, Caley?� He asked conversationally.

�That�ll cost you your question.� Damn. It was worth a shot, he thought.

�Fine, fine. That�s my question, but don�t be stingy with the details.�

Caley drew herself up in her chair, rising to her full imperious height. Which was considerably higher than it�d been a few months prior. Her voice was flat and cold when she spoke. �I am Caley Prentice of the Thirteenth House, second born daughter of Johann Prentice, blood heir to Deutsches Reich. Die welt ist mein bereich.�

Andy felt a chill steal over him. �That sounded very� official. What did that German sounding part mean?�

�This world is my domain.�

Andy blinked, �Oh.�

Caley sunk back into her seat and the sense of menace disappeared. �That is how I would introduce myself to another caster, but it�s not really a big deal.�

�No.� Andy denied her, �According to what you just told me it�s a very big deal. That means you are one of the most powerful magic users in the world if I understood everything correctly. And that other stuff too, you have a sister?�

�That�ll cost you another question, and by my count you�re out for tonight,� She said with a haughty smile.

�What about that Reich stuff, that didn�t sound good at all�� Andy said and was unable to repress a shudder.

Her smile vanished. �I don�t want to talk about that.�

�If I ask tomorrow-�

�Ever, Andy,� she interrupted, and her voice was as cold and harsh as it had been during her impromptu introduction. He swallowed hard and decided not to press the issue. Uncomfortable silence settled over the table and it became difficult for him not to fidget. Finally, he couldn�t take it anymore. His wooden chair scraped loudly against the linoleum floor as he stood up and said, �Well, let me set you up a place to sleep tonight.�

�I�ll sleep in your bed.�

�Oh, okay then.� He paused, caught off guard. �Yea, of course you can take my bed and I�ll take the couch.�

Caley stood up and stretched. Andy was unable to avoid the magnetism her chest and his eyes seemed to share, and he watched her breasts stretch her shirt far beyond whatever their designer had intended. �Whatever you want,� she said. �I think I might go to bed early, I�m kinda tired.� She left the evidence of her feast strewn across the table and walked back into the living room.

�I uhh,� Andy replied, following her. �I was hoping we could watch a movie or something.�

�Not tonight, I think,� Caley yawned, and walked straight past the couch where they�d made out earlier. Andy sat down dejectedly and flipped the TV on. Full of disappointment he began channel surfing. Hopefully there would be something arousing on that could help rid him of the state Caley had driven him to earlier. He�d only made it through a few clicks before her voice called from the hallway, �You know, I never said I wanted to sleep alone.�

Andy shut the TV off.

Part Eight

As it turned out Caley actually was tired and quickly fell asleep, leaving a crestfallen Andy to his own devices. He lay across from her in his bed unmoving, yearning to touch her.

He examined her body in the dim light that trickled through his window. He couldn�t believe how big she was getting. The blankets were draped haphazardly across her leaving most of her light, unblemished skin uncovered. His earlier estimate of 6� seemed to be dead on. He placed his hand next to hers and saw they were the same size, but being that she was a girl he guessed it was natural for her hands to be proportionately smaller. Her feet were a different story. Caley�s once dainty feet had grown significantly, as though laying the foundation for the towering goddess she was becoming. He pushed his foot against hers and marveled at its flawless smooth curvature. Even her plump little toes were perfect. �Mmm, tickles,� Caley mumbled and Andy quickly snatched his foot away. He felt like he�d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and that was a problem because Caley was a candy store of sexual yearnings for him.

His eyes traveled up her long tapered legs over her newly widened hips and past her narrow waist before coming to rest on her huge bust. She was lying on her side facing him and the only thing that separated him from her bulging assets was a thin layer of blankets that were draped carelessly across her torso. He hesitated unsure whether it was from guilt or excitement. She�d taken her shirt and pants off so he knew there would be bra-clad breasts beneath; a veritable feast for the eyes. His hand twitched. It might have been a nervous gesture. Possibly a shiver passing through his un-blanketed body. Maybe he was kidding himself.

Whatever the cause, the result was that the blanket slid down revealing Caley�s slender neck and an awe-inspiring view of her cleavage. Her breasts bulged obscenely out her bra, like bread in an over-filled pan. The bra itself was a black, lacy thing that was solid on the bottom half and a translucent flower adorned affair on the upper section of its large cups. It was clearly too small for her. Andy felt his arousal come flooding back and he knew he�d made a mistake. Now his lust for her was greater than ever and he didn�t feel right attempting to relieve himself with her lying right next to him. He looked away from her gorged bra to her achingly beautiful face and found no reprieve from his desire amidst her pitch dark tresses.

He quietly slipped out of bed and hobbled to the bathroom to relieve himself. He wasn�t sure who he was more upset with, Caley or himself, but the night had not gone nearly as well as he�d planned.

Morning arrived quickly. Andy was the first one up and he quickly scooted down to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. He knew massive quantities of food were the key to Caley�s heart and like hot coco, pancakes and bacon were within his limited abilities. The sound of sizzling food and the scent of cooking bacon quickly filled the house and it wasn�t long before he heard Caley plodding down the hallway.

�Couldn�t resist the siren�s call, eh?� He called over his shoulder. A groan answered him from the living room. �It�s too late to turn back now. You�ve fallen into my trap.�

�Uh huh,� Caley said, not sounding the least bit impressed. �That better taste as good as it smells.�

�Everybody loves bacon,� Andy declared confidently.

Caley stepped into the kitchen behind him. Andy turned to face her and nearly dropped the skillet. She hadn�t put any clothes on since the night before and between the sight of her French cut panties and her overloaded bra: Andy�s dick became instantly hard. He whirled back around so she wouldn�t notice and nearly lost a pancake in the bargain. Luckily, he was able to turn the fumble into a solid play and flipped it onto the growing stack he�d started on a plate. �You look,� he balked, searching fruitlessly for a good word, �nice,� he finished..

�Hah. I think I ate too much pizza last night, my shirt wasn�t comfortable so I left it off.�

�I see.� Andy visualized her breasts bulging against the inadequate confines of her shirt, stretching the stitching and compressing her bloated boobs. She was probably going through wardrobes faster than a two year old at the rate she was growing. He wondered how many inches and cup sizes were being lost at school to Caley�s appetites.

�Is something burning?�

�Ahh shit,� Andy said, snapping out of his reverie. He flipped a batch of extra crispy bacon onto another plate beside the pancakes. �Don�t worry, I�ll eat those,� he called over his shoulder. It didn�t take him long to finish.

The bacon mishap aside, breakfast turned out very well. Caley didn�t have anything to say about it. Which Andy took for a good sign since she was busy cramming food down her throat. He ate his significantly smaller portion slowly while considering the best way to get into her bra. And possibly the rest of her underwear. The food didn�t last long against her onslaught and Andy was still poking at a syrup-logged chunk of pancake when she stood up.

She stretched expansively, like a cat, arching her back and looking every inch of her 6� height. She sucked in a huge yawn. Her black, lacy bra creaked dangerously.

Nothing could have prepared him for the fallout.

First, the adjuster clasp on the left strap of her bra snapped, shooting a piece of shattered plastic over his head. The now useless strap fell against her chest, pulling the top of her bra cup down and revealing more of her swollen, unblemished breast. Caley was still mid yawn. A rapid series of popping sounds followed the falling strap. The stitches that connected the left cup to the band gave into the oceanic pressure of her endowments and tore off in a quick staccato burst. The now useless left half of her bra swung across her body, and her huge tits bounced free in firm quivering exultation.

For Andy the moment was glacial, like slow motion. He took in every ripple that passed through her breasts in the aftershock of their explosive bid for freedom. He was mesmerized by every arc her nipples traced in the air as they shimmied atop her wobbling wonders. His eyes mapped every bump in the surface of her pink pebbled areolas which stretched across her breasts in upright ovals. Ovals like he�d find in a 4x6 portrait picture frame. He wished he could take a picture.

�Oops,� Caley said, finally coming down from her epic stretch. She made no move to cover her jiggling pulchritude. �That�s the problem with larger sizes, these cheap off-brand bras fall apart like nothing.� Andy had a different theory, something more along the lines of ten gallons of water in a five gallon jug, but he kept his mouth shut. Or rather, he shut his mouth, since it had been left hanging open. �Oh well I guess. It�s not like I really need to wear one anyway,� she said nonchalantly. Andy could see that she was right. Her teardrop shaped breasts hardly sagged at all. They may have slipped an inch or so further down her ribcage but otherwise they thrust proudly from her chest. There was at least four inches worth of tit meat between her nipple and her sternum, and they completely filled the space between her arms. In a word, perfect. Unfortunately, Andy didn�t have any words and could only stare in lust-struck awe at the half naked girl in front of him.

�I guess I had better find something to wear,� Caley said after a while, looking pointedly at Andy.

Andy felt himself slipping down the Freudian Alps and said, �No- I mean maybe. Err, I mean breast- YES.� He took a breath, annunciating each word deliberately. �What. I. Mean. Is. I think one of my Dad�s shirts might work.�

Caley�s wrinkled nose escaped Andy�s attention as he was fixated on her chest. �Don�t YOU have something I could wear?� she asked and could tell immediately the struggle to find words had begun all over again in Andy�s possessed mind. She pressed an arm across her charms though it did little more than squeeze healthy amounts of tit above and below the outclassed appendage.

It was enough to break the spell. Andy flushed; finally realizing that he had been staring. �I have a soccer jersey that was a size to big for me,� he offered sheepishly

***

�DC Sliders� had never looked so good as it did emblazoned across Caley�s chest. The shirt that had hung loosely around Andy�s lanky frame clung tenaciously to Caley�s abundant curves. Her nipples, unfettered by a bra, poked prominently through the D in DC and supplied a three dimensional period at the end of Sliders. The worst part though was that it didn�t even reach her waist. Her longer torso and projecting bust caused the shirt to ride up her midriff, playing peek-a-boo with her belly button when she moved.

The shirt brought back a few unwanted memories of his short stint playing soccer in middle school. It was also a grim reminder that he hadn�t gotten any taller since then. Andy figured he was probably done growing at 5�8� tall, something that couldn�t be said for Caley who was bigger every time he saw her. It kind of frustrated him to see her reach 6� tall while he was stuck at a far less impressive figure. Andy shook his head. He had the hottest girl in school over at his house for the weekend. There were better things to do than mope about his height or lack thereof.

*DING DONG*

What the hell, Andy thought, who could it be at 11 am on a Saturday morning? He glanced at Caley and said, �Umm, stay out of sight for a sec, I wasn�t expecting anyone.� Caley shrugged and said, �Okay.�

Andy waited for Caley to slip into his room before going to answer. He pulled open the door and his heart sunk like the Titanic. �Dad! You were supposed to be gone all weekend,� he said accusingly.

�Andy, I�ve got some bad news. We need to talk,� his dad said, coming in the door.

Andy thought quickly. Short of Caley magicking herself away there wasn�t going to be any way to smuggle a six foot bombshell out of his house. �I kind of have company right now.�

�Tell your friends they have to go,� his dad said curtly, somewhat agitated.

�Can�t you come back in a few hours or something?�

�Andy, get them out of here NOW. Don�t make me tell you again.�

�This is bullshit, fine.� He turned and called, �Caley we have to go.�

�You�re not going anywhere, Andy. I told you we need to talk,� his dad said hanging up his coat. �Also who is Cal-�

Caley came around the corner at that moment. �Hi Mr. Weller.�

�Oh,� his dad replied with dawning realization, �OH, I see.� The irritation left his voice. �I�m sorry to cut things short you two, are you going to need a ride home Caley?�

�No that�s alright. I�ve got a ride.�

And just like that she was gone.

Andy sat at the kitchen table staring at his father staring with unrelenting ire. The old man�s agitation had dried up leaving lines of stress and worry on his face. When he spoke his voice was dry with remorse, �You�ll get to see her again, Andy. It�s not the end of the world.�

�No, I won�t. You don�t understand how difficult this was.�

�I�m sorry.�

�I�m fucking sorry too. I�m sorry you came home.�

�Andy,� his dad said reproachfully.

�What?� Andy spat venomously.

His dad heaved a sigh, �I don�t want to argue with you. I�ve done nothing but argue lately.�

Andy hadn�t expected such a defeated response. A wedge of confusion cut into his anger, �What�s going on?�

�The board� they wouldn�t even hear me. They said they would but when I got there they said my case had been dismissed. Apparently they sent a letter that got lost in the mail. I flew all the way to New Carrollton for nothing.�

�I�m sorry that happened, dad. That really sucks, but why does that have to ruin my weekend too?�

�Andy� this was my last shot. I can�t keep up with these bills with the money I�m making anymore. I already took out a mortgage on the house, but it�s just not enough. We can�t stay here.� Andy looked at him blankly. �I�m sorry,� his dad finished.

�Are you telling me we have to move?�

�There are nice apartments in the city. It won�t be the same school district but you�d still be able to see your friends on holidays. I�d drive you down to see-�

�You�re kidding me. You�ve got to be fucking kidding me,� Andy felt torrents of rage wash over him. �I finally find something good here and now we�re leaving? Fuck this.� He yelled, �Fuck you!� and shot up, his chair tilting crazily behind him, and ran out of the room.

Andy slammed his door shut and locked it before burying his face in his pillow. He punched his bed over and over and over, too angry to cry. The surrealism of the previous months seemed to wash away before the simple reality that it was all about to disappear. The friends he�d made. Jesse and Mike and the rest. Holidays? What a joke. And Caley. All of his work. All of those fucking mowed lawns and shoveled driveways and for what? So he might get to see her next Thanksgiving? Andy clenched his fists, twisting the bed sheets in his hand. There had to be something he could do.

No. Maybe there was something Caley could do. If magic could solve her problems maybe they could solve his too.

Part Nine

In the darkness, the towering metal bleachers filtered the track�s floodlights like a massive set of Venetian blinds. A cold wind lifted sending icy fingers through the aluminum slabs, rattling them and wailing shrilly. Caley didn�t notice the cold or the eerie racket. All of her attention was on the figure in front of her. The person who had challenged her. She hadn�t expected it to be someone she knew.

�Teaching home economics is a strange profession for a caster,� Caley said conversationally.

The hooded women spoke softly, almost too softly to hear over the wind, �I didn�t come here to talk.�

�Of course, but home ec? Hardly makes sense for someone who dabbles in the arcane to teach the mundane. Unless of course you were only doing it to get close to someone�� Caley let her words hang suggestively.

�Enough. You will die tonight. I�ve taken your measure, heir of Prentice. Regardless of how powerful your family is you�re still just a girl.�

�Just a girl, huh?� Caley said, amused. �Between the two of us who looks like the girl here?� Caley placed her hands on her wide hips and set her shoulders, proudly displaying her greater height and large bust. The hooded woman was no taller than 5� 6� and though Caley couldn�t examine her closely through her thick clothing, she didn�t recall anything above average about her build.

�The Thirteenth House will end with your wicked father.� The woman�s voice was dismissive. A moment later Caley felt the icy wind surge, howling through the bleachers like a banshee�s cry. Deep, penetrating cold submerged her skin like frigid water. She�s trying to freeze me, she thought, foolish. Caley concentrated and raised her body temperature. The freezing sensation was quickly replaced by deep, radiant warmth. Steam began rising off of her skin in smoky tendrils.

�You thought that because I�m young I must be weak?� Caley couldn�t see the woman�s face but her hood jerked back in surprise. She clearly expected Caley to be a block of ice. �Let me show you your mistake, teacher,� She said with a smile. Caley focused her energy again and spoke softly the words of her trade. Immediately, her shoes tightened, constricting her feet while her breasts expanded more snugly into the confines of her dress�s bodice.

�Well? Are you just going to stand there spouting arrogant nonsense? You�re every bit as pathetic as I thought you�d be, little girl.� The hooded witch raised her arms to strike again but her hands were now lost in her sleeves. �What?� The teacher�s voice changed, stricken with fear, �What are you doing to me?� she shrieked.

�Just making it clear who the little girl is between us,� Caley�s predatory smile froze the other woman�s heart as easily as any spell. This was a game to her. Child�s play. The hooded woman turned to run but tripped over her suddenly over-large shoes and went crashing to the pavement. The hooded cloak twisted around her sprawled form. Her limbs jerked frantically struggling to get free but her clothes had outgrown her shrinking body. Her breasts shriveled and disappeared on her chest, and her hands became small and child-like as she scrambled to get up. Her feet gave a final pitiful kick to push her clothes away but only succeeding in kicking off her socks. The woman ceased her struggles abruptly and began to sob within the cavernous shelter of her clothing.

Caley greedily drank her enemy�s body like nectar. Her legs thickened and lengthened, stretching the stitching of her dress. The flats continued to tighten around her feet, buckling in places as they were outgrown. The back of her dress stretched audibly as her hips and rear plumped generously. Her shoulders widened, straining the already overtaxed garment across her voluptuous torso. Her breasts filled out too, inflating against the near to bursting dress. She stopped the transfer before it ruined her clothes entirely.

Caley looked down at the woman at her feet. She remained huddled beneath her overlarge clothing. The puddle of clothing was easily cast aside. Caley lifted the woman up with a single arm. Her weight had diminished so drastically that even the act of holding her up by the neck wasn�t causing any strangulation. Caley examined her frail sickly looking body with barely restrained glee. However she had appeared before her face was now gaunt and pale and there wasn�t a curve on her body to be found. If not for the long hair and lack of a penis the teacher could have easily passed for a boy, albeit an exceptionally small and weak one. �I�ve got more fat in one boob then you have on you�re entire body,� she laughed.

The woman reached out a shivering, skeletal hand toward Caley�s jutting bust but Caley swatted the hand away before the clutching fingers could make contact. �Give them back,� the woman rasped. �Give me back my body.�

�Why should I?� Caley demanded.

The woman took pause, searching Caley�s eyes for any sign of mercy before hanging her head. �Kill me then.�

Caley considered that option briefly before shaking her head, �No, I think I have a better use for you.�

A short bitter laugh escaped the frail woman�s lips, �What can I do like this?� she said, gesturing feebly at herself.

�Nothing, you won�t even be able to take care of yourself in that condition.�

�So I�m to suffer? I guess I should expect nothing less from House Pr-�

�You will be taken care of. Tomorrow you will inform the school administration that you�ve been diagnosed with a rare bone disease. I will supply a doctor�s note that confirms it. After that you will need assisted living and it just so happens I know just the person for the job,� The tiny woman regarded her suspiciously, her stick-thin body dangling helplessly in Caley�s grip. Caley laughed, �I think you�ll like him. He�s really quite a nice boy.�

***

Caley�s ever increasing height did not go unnoticed at Dawson High School. At six feet three inches tall she was not only the tallest girl in school, but nearly the tallest of both genders. The tallest boy was the gangly 6�5� basketball captain and he was a senior. Rumors had begun to fly as well. Caley had unbalanced hormones that were causing her to grow out of control. Caley was taking hormones to make herself grow. They only got wilder beyond that. Stories of a wealthy scientist father conducting experiments began floating around. And the most outrageous rumor didn�t get any further than the ears surrounding Amanda Barnes � a jealous girl who�d been ousted from Caley�s circle of sycophants - when she uttered it, was that Caley was a witch.

Of somewhat lesser note among the student body was the disappearance of their home economics teacher, Ms. Delaney. Her self-described �permanent substitute� informed his classes that she had taken ill and required the rest of the semester off. No one really cared about home ec anyway and the only rumor that stuck to Ms. Delaney�s absence was that she was preggers. And everyone soon forgot about her.

So the following week Andy was quite surprised to find a letter addressed to him from Ms. Delaney. Probably an invitation another bake sale, he thought pealing it open and emptying its contents. A single folded yellow slip of paper dropped onto his kitchen table. It looked more personal than a bake sale ad. His curiosity piqued, Andy unfolded it quickly and read:

Andy Weller,

It has been brought to my attention that you have recently been searching for employment and as a student of Dawson High I wished to extend a special job offer to you. If you are interested please come by 1312 Trinity Dr. and we can discuss the details in person. I assure you this is a very lucrative opportunity for a student in your position so I hope to hear from you soon.

Ms. Delaney

What the hell? Andy wasn�t sure what to think. Could she be one of those crazy teachers that tries to have sex with her students? He wasn�t particularly thrilled at the idea. Caley fully dominated the avenue of his desire. He couldn�t even remember what Ms. Delaney looked like. She probably just wants someone to do some heavy lifting or something, he decided. Andy pulled by the sleeve of his shirt and flexed. A modest dimple of muscle appeared, marking his bicep. He sighed, shrugged, and shoved the letter into his pocket. No time like the present.

The bike ride wasn�t particularly far, a few miles past yards, housing, and swimming pools; suburbia. Andy let his imagination concoct all sorts of scenarios for the job offer. Everything from troubleshooting computer problems to mowing lawns seemed possible. It helped him keep his mind off of the fact that he had to move at the end of the semester. He swung on to Trinity twenty minutes later having made a few wrong turns and been forced to backtrack down a couple cul-de-sacs. It was a strictly lower-middle class neighborhood. Cramped yards lined the street and were backed by single story houses that were a far cry from new construction. Just like Andy�s neighborhood.

He braked to a stop checked the address before letting his bike fall to the driveway. He walked quickly up the driveway taking quick note of a small flower bed beneath the living room windowsill and the chimes next to the door. It seemed a regular enough place. Then why do I feel so nervous, something about this place is almost as bad as the Prentice Estate. But no, it wasn�t that bad. Shaking off the uneasy feeling, Andy rang the doorbell.

A steady squeaking sound approached before the bolt scraped free and the door popped open. Andy opened his mouth to speak but the sight of the wheel chaired woman in front of him sucked the air from his lungs. She looked like a corpse.

A couple summers before Andy�s next door neighbor had been diagnosed with cancer and gone through rigorous chemotherapy. Every week Andy would watch her wither away, getting weaker and weaker as doctors tried to halt the disease. It was painful just to watch. Luckily, his neighbor recovered.

But this woman looked worse than his neighbor ever had. Her skin was pale and clammy, stuck to her skull like paper m�ch�. The tissue around her eyes was dark and sagging as though she hadn�t slept in centuries and her eyes were sunken and dull. Her hair was stringy and lifeless, falling in wispy tangles around her haggard face, one strand stuck pitifully to her lip. Andy wondered why she didn�t brush it away until he took in the rest of her skeletal frame. At which point he turned away, keenly aware that he�d been staring. He sucked in another unsteady breath and tried again, �I�m sorry uhh� mam, is Ms. Delaney here?�

�It�s me Andy.� Her voice rasped, �I am glad you came. Please come in.� When Andy hesitated she added, �Its alright, I�m not contagious.� The rumors he�d heard at school came rushing back. Some sort of bone disease wasn�t it? Andy crossed the threshold stuttering apologies as he followed Ms. Delaney squeaking chair deeper into the house. Just pushing the wheels seemed to require enormous exertion for her, a fact that didn�t escape Andy�s attention despite his nervousness.

He took the handles and said, �Here, let me.�

Ms. Delaney muttered softly, �She was right, you are a nice boy.�

�Huh, who? What?� Andy asked dumbly, not certain he�d heard her correctly.

�Nothing, sorry. My mind tends to wander these days. The living room is fine, thank you.� Andy complied, wheeling the chair down the narrow hallway and into the living room.

�Please, make yourself comfortable Andy. I know I am a dreadful sight-�

�Oh no, you look fine Ms. Delaney, my neighbor who had cancer looked way worse,� he lied. A terrible thought entered Andy�s mind. �You don�t have cancer do you?� he said, praying he hadn�t made a horrible mistake.

�No, unfortunately for me I�ll live.�

�You mean fortunately?� He asked hopefully, taking a seat on a plain brown couch.

�Of course,� she replied less than convincingly. �But as you can see, living has become a bit of a chore for me and I could use some help. That�s why I called you here today.�

�Aren�t there professionals for that sort of thing? I mean, I don�t really know that I�d feel comfortable with� uhh�� He silently shuddered at the thought of having to help her bathe.

�I just need help around the house. Cleaning, dishes, a little gardening, and as far as I know you already mow lawns. I would need that done too.�

�I don�t know,� Andy said hesitantly. It wasn�t nearly as bad as he had first guessed though it still felt strange. The entire situation felt strange.

�I�ve arranged for whoever takes that job to receive full credit for Home Economics, it would give you a free period next semester and I�d pay you twelve dollars an hour on top of that.� Twelve an hour! That was almost twice as much as he usually made. And the credit wasn�t bad either. Despite the strange circumstances, this was almost too good to pass up.

�How many other applicants are there?� Andy asked, knowing there had to be a catch.

Ms. Delaney smiled weakly. �You are the first one to respond to my letters, so if you want the job it�s yours.�

�Well, I have to admit it sounds like a really good deal�� Andy said, stalling for time. I can�t risk someone else scooping this up. If it sucks I�ll just bail. Its win-win right? Andy reached out his hand, �I�ll take the job Ms. Delaney.� Her arm raised and Andy watched her cold bony fingers gently clasp his hand. It sent chills up his spine and he quickly shook and pulled his hand back. He missed the startled look that crossed the teacher�s face when their hands made contact, a look quickly replaced by a devious spark in her eye. �Well, I really should be going. My dad will be home soon and he doesn�t know I�m gone.�

�Well I wouldn�t want you to worry your father.� Ms. Delaney said distantly, as though her mind were elsewhere.

�Thanks a lot, I really needed this.� He said, thinking of the bills Caley regularly racked up for him.

�No, thank you. You�ve already given me more than I could have hoped for.�

�Err, okay, well thanks again.� He made his way for the door, ignoring the strange comment. He opened the door and stopped. �When should I start?� he called down the hallway.

�Just come by tomorrow after school and I�ll have a syllabus for you.�

�Okay, see you then!� He shut the door behind him, unnaturally glad to be out of her house. Whats wrong with me? He thought, this isn�t exactly the gothic Prentice mansion. But the bike ride home was filled with plans for how to put his new found fortune to good use. Seeing more of Caley was never a bad thing.