WARNING!!! The following story contains sexual acts between consenting adults. If you are below the legal age to read such matters, or it is illegal where you are, stop immediately!!!


You have been warned.


Milky Mayhem
	Chapter 2 - Heather's Story

	Thursday Morning

	Earlier that day, Heather had been sitting on the steps of the library, her light brown hair pulled back in a pony tail. A few curly wisps of hair framed her face. Her gray eyes peered through her glasses at the book of poems balanced on her knees. She wore a rainbow striped knit shirt that conformed to her nondescript form. She had small breasts that seemed to stick out in points in front of her. Her corduroy pants covered a narrow set of hips. 
	Her mousy outer appearance was a reflection of her shy personality and she often sat on the stairwell between the 6th floor and the boiler room that occupied the top floor of the library. Nobody except for the janitors and maintenance men needed to access the boiler room so she got to read in peace. The deep hum of the machinery helped her tune out the outside world and let her focus on the books that had become her life. She had few friends and never had a boyfriend. Nobody seemed to notice her and she convinced herself that she didn't mind so much.
	Occasionally, some CS nerd would work up the courage to try to make small talk or even ask her out but she would always get flummoxed and rush away, usually insulting the shattered nerd's ego and rendering any further relationships beyond social repair. 
	This particular morning, she was surprised as someone in a dark black hoodie rushed up the stairs. Her long dyed black hair was pulled back behind her pierced ears. The unknown woman rushed up the stairs to the boiler room door, knocking her shoulder against the door as she turned the handle. Flipping on the light inside, she rushed in and closed the door. Heather went back to reading her poems.

	Roughly an hour later, the same woman opened the boiler room door and hefted some large looking ancient tomes in her arms. Without saying a word, she passed by Heather and continued down the six flights of stairs to the ground level. As soon as the footsteps had been drowned out by the hum of equipment, Heather got up and walked up to the door. It took a few tries to open the door, and she was fairly certain that her shoulder would have a nice bruise to show for her efforts, but she got the door open.
	Once inside, she was greeted with the expected boilers and AC equipment. Off in one corner was an old door. There were no books or bookshelves, so she guessed that the door must hold the ancient tomes like the ones she had seen earlier. The old door had no lock and opened easily. After letting her eyes adjust, she saw a few old bookshelves lined with leather bound tomes. Pushed against the wall, there was an old but well used desk and on it were several scattered papers. It was clear that someone was using this room to study the ancient subjects. 
	What Heather didn't know was that these texts had been assembled by a professor over the course of his career in the first half of the 20th century. He had been fascinated by the occult and traveled the world to collect and document ancient artifacts and knowledge. 
	Heather walked along the shelves, dragging the tips of her fingers along the aged spines. She stopped when she felt a tome that was much cooler to the touch. She pulled it out and marveled at its dyed burgundy cover. There was no title or writing on the cover, so she cracked it open. On the inside was page after page of hand written notes and drawings. As she was absentmindedly flipping through, she came to a page which was was a charcoal rubbing of what can only be a tablet. As she touched the page, the cuneiform inscriptions seemed to glow red. 
	Before she knew it, she was in a bright room bordered by a thick white fog. "Welcome to my realm" a husky female voice said. heather turned around and saw the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. A purple dress was clinging to wide hips and a full bosom coupled with a narrow waste. Her dark olive skin was flawless, her hair was silky and raven black. Her facial features indicated a Persian descent, but her jewelry wasn't placeable. 
	The woman walked closer, "Oh yes, I see what you need, I see what you desire. I can help you with your every wish, for I am the great Tiamat!" All that Heather could manage was a blank stare. She must have fallen asleep on the steps and fallen down, hitting her head along the way. "You must be a concussion, am I in a coma?"
	"I am no figment of fevered dreams, I was the goddess of the seas! I am Tiamat! I was betrayed Anu, cursed to await the arrival of someone brave enough to retrieve my tablets of destiny." Tiamat brought her arms up to Heather's shoulders, a strong and terrible grip held her in place. Heather could not bring herself to look away as Tiamat's eyes began to glow. 
	Heather's heart fell like someone was filling it with a burning hot liquid, she winced as the feeling only intensified under the gaze of the ancient goddess. The pain was so intense that she was losing consciousness. As the room went black, she only heard the triumphant laughter of the strange woman. 

	Heather awoke and found herself in the stairwell, her book had fallen off of her knees and she was aware of a sever case of heartburn. Chiding herself for putting so much hot sauce on the pizza for lunch, she gathered her things and made her way downstairs. 

	Once outside, she started walking towards the union convenience store to pick up some antacids. Along the way, she passed a group of guys standing around talking. Her heartburn immediately disappeared and she surprised herself by singling out the cutest guy in the bunch. She walked up to the group and put her arm around him. "Heya handsome, you doing anything later tonight?" 
	To her surprise he replied, "I wasn't before you came along" and asked for her number. "What do you say about Chez Pris at 7? I'll call you later." 
	She blushed as she walked away, in awe of what had just happened. She never had the confidence to talk to strange guys, let alone ask them out. Heather was certain that she was never going to get a call, but she decided to go home to get ready, just in case.

	When she got home, she looked in the mirror at her frumpy multi-colored sweater and green corduroy pants. She immediately stripped them off to reveal a body that hadn't gotten the full womanly blessing of puberty. Frowning at her straight hips and small breasts, a voice in the back of her mind whispered "I can help you, if you let me." She scanned her room, looking for a source of the voice.
	Remembering the earlier encounter she thought back "How so?" Against her will, her hands moved up to her chest and grabbed her small breasts. Heather could only stare as a hot power radiated from her hands into her chest, filling them up, causing them to grow. She looked down and saw that her breasts were now overflowing her small bra. The inside of them felt like they were on fire, but she was aware of a growing pleasure too. 
	A strange popping noise came from the bra. Heather found breathing harder as the material cut into her back, the shoulder straps were digging into her skin. In the mirror, she saw the flesh push out of the bottom of the bra cups. Her breasts slowly spread, dwarfing the cotton material, and the cups rode higher and higher on her chest. The popping noise was followed by another, and another. Powerless to move her hands, Heather could only watch as her breasts swelled to a size that threatened the integrity of the undergarment. With one final crack, the material joining the cups gave way, allowing her to breath easier.
	With the constriction out of the way, she was beginning to enjoy the hot, pleasurable sensation. She thought that it must be similar to foreplay involving hot candle-wax, only a thousand times more intense. She looked down at her swelling chest and was in awe of what she saw. Cupped in her hands were two great mounds of flesh. Her previously tiny chest was now one to rival the goddess of her dream.
	Regaining control of her hands, she released herself. In the mirror, she saw that she now had two large, perky breasts. She once again reached up, grabbing the mounds, feeling the heat dissipate. Heather was surprised by just how sensitive they were. She began to knead and massage the breasts. 
	"Now about those hips" the voice said again. Once again out of her control, her hands moved down to her hips. The heat flowed from her palms into her pelvis. This time, there was no pleasure, only the pain of bones expanding as her pelvis expanded in size and her legs stretched, adding another 6" in hight. Tears formed in Heathers eyes as she wished for the pain to end, instead, her hands moved up to her waist and began pushing. The heat boiled her insides and she let lose a silent scream and lost consciousness 
	Heather awoke on the floor completely naked and drenched sweat, she looked down at her body and saw the curves that had been crafted. She got up and looked at the mirror, seeing that her hair had gone jet black. Her face remained the same, but everything else had changed. As she stood up, she saw that her thighs were larger and more muscular. She began caressing her new feminine form and was astonished at how turned on she was getting. She spread her legs a little and began probing her sensual folds. 
	Her longer fingers were adept at pleasuring herself and she took little time to bring herself close to orgasm. She began moaning and laid down on her bed as she began caressing her body. Her fingers traced around her nipple and down her breast, reaching the flat, toned expanse of her stomach. She rubbed her thigh and couldn't contain a scream as she climaxed, her hand clutching the bedsheet and pulling it off the mattress. Soaking in the afterglow and sweat, her revelries were interrupted by her cellphone. It was ringing with the short ring that she had assigned to an unknown caller.
	She flipped open the phone and put it to her ear "Hello, this is Tia". A puzzled look crossed her face when she said that but she decided to run with it anyway. 
	"Hi Tia, this is Matt, I was just calling to get your address to pick you up tonight, I've made reservations at 7, so I'll swing by to pick you up at 6:30."
	"Ok, I'll be ready" she said in her most sultry voice. 
	"See you then". 
	Heather immediately called the restaurant and confirmed the reservations. Going over to her closet, she saw that she had nothing to wear. Well, nothing nice that would fit her new curves. She put on a loose sundress and headed to her car. The loose fabric of the dress hung off of her dress and clearly showed bumps where her nipples were. She didn't care and actually relished the idea of drawing lewd stares. 
	
	Once at the mall, she headed into the upscale dress shop and approached the lone clerk. "I'm looking for something for a nice dinner tonight". 
	"Ok miss, what are your measurements?"
	She thought about it and really had no clue what her new dimensions were. "Why don't you help me with that?"
	He reached behind the counter and grabbed some measuring tape. "How would you prefer we do this?" She walked back to the fitting room and beckoned him inside. Once he joined her, she slipped the straps of the dress over her shoulders and let it fall from her body. His eyes went wide at her nude form.
	Regaining composure, he had her turn around, and wrapped the tape around her chest, just below her breasts. "Lets see, 32". Shifting the tape up, he measured around her chest and said "You're a DD cup." He then lowered the tape to her waist and said "And 19". Finally, he dropped his hands to her ass which elicited a moan from her, he cleared his throat and continued "and 36". 
	"How can I ever thank you?" she said as she turned around. Gazing deeply into his eyes, she put her arms around him and pressed him into the wall of the changing room and kissed him. She quickly undid his pants and freed his stiff member. Taking his penis into her soft hands, she said "Oh, tsk tsk tsk, this will never do." She wrapped her hands around his cock and began concentrating. Before long, his face was contorted in a mixture of pain and amazement as his penis began swelling in her hands. She was certain that he was feeling the painful burning feeling she experienced earlier as his cock was expanding and lengthening. When it was a foot long, she moved her hands down to his sack and he looked up at her, silently pleading her to stop. She cupped his balls and felt them expand in her hands. She lifted a finger to his sweaty brow and all of his pain was gone, replaced by an insatiable desire. Turning around once more, she presented her sopping wet womanhood and he got the hint. 
	She felt him ram into her, filling her insides with each pump. He put his hands on her hips and began thrusting even faster. With each thrust, she felt pure ecstasy spread from her crotch. "Oh yes, more... don't stop!" she exclaimed, her nipples going hard and a red flush flowing over her skin. She reached down and began fingering her clit, bringing herself to climax, feeling a tingling sensation run up and down her body. She arched her back and screamed "Yes, fill me!" She felt his thrusting stop and his penis began twitching as he blew his load into her. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she felt him release her as he slumped onto the bench.
	Feeling immensely satisfied, both with the sex and her new power, she walked out to the floor and picked out a blue silk dress that she was pretty sure would fit. After putting it on, she walked over to the cash register and put the anti-theft tag in the removal device. It came off easily and she set off in search of the other essentials. 

	She walked into the lingerie store and felt a warmth spread in her chest. The two female cashiers started getting flushed and began unbuttoning each others blouses. A customer was looking very distracted and began eying another customer. The warmth intensified as she walked past the cashiers who were hurriedly trying to disrobe. She looked around and found the bras that would fit her. She tried one on and collected some panties in her size. She walked up to the cash register and disabled the RFID tags. She popped open the till and took some cash for later. 
	Heather honestly wasn't sure when she'd need it, but it felt good to have it, just in case. She stepped over the cashiers who were engaged in the 69 position and moaning loudly. She was happy that they found each other and she continued on her way. Putting on a blue lace bra on the way out.
	
	Wherever she went, people stopped what they were doing and began having sex, she was certain that she was radiating waves of love. Heather stopped by a few additional clothing stores, taking what she wanted and leaving an orgy or two in her wake. 

	When she got home, she arrived and laid all of her outfits on the bed. As she was looking over her handiwork, her eyelids became heavy and she decided it was time for a quick nap. She had a few hours before she needed to start getting ready and set the alarm. She stripped naked, hung up her dress, and laid down in her bed. While she was drifting off to sleep, she felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment. 
	
	Heather awoke at 6:00 and decided to get ready. As she looked back at the bed, the memories of her trip had flooded back and her stomach tied itself in a knot. She had walked into several stores and stolen several thousand dollars worth of merchandise. She quickly bundled up all of the clothes and threw it in the closet, piling some of her clothes on top of the mass. 
	She walked into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face, attempting to regain her composure. Looking up at her reflection in the mirror, she noticed that her lips were fuller and her eyelashes were longer and darker. Her cheekbones were more pronounced and her cheeks had a reddish hue. Her eye brows were black, matching her raven new black hair hair color.
	She turned on the hot water and hopped into the shower, feeling rejuvenated in the hot spray. She reveled in the way that the water flowed down her smooth skin, flowing this way and that over her pert, full breasts. Heather began soaping her body, taking the opportunity to get to know her new curves. 
	Heather slid her hands down her smooth, muscled stomach, pressing into the toned flesh and meeting greater resistance than she had ever before. Her hands drifted down to her hips, raising goosebumps as she dragged her fingers across her full ass. Looking down at her hands, she noticed that her nails had grown and her arms had put on a little bit of muscle as well. She wasn't totally ripped, there was a thin layer of fat that rounded off the corners and made her body appear smooth yet toned. 	Her legs were long and curved. Overall, she was pleased with her new appearance and wouldn't have to worry about being ignored ever again.
	She flipped off the water and grabbed a towel. Wrapping her hair in the towel twist, she started to dry off the rest of her body before moving to the sink. While she was brushing her teeth, she felt a tugging in her chest and saw that her brushing motions were causing her breasts to sway uncontrollably. She put her arm up to steady them before she continued. 
	She undid her towel and began to dry her hair. As she was reaching behind her head to brush and dry her hair, she noticed that her breasts formed the perfect teardrop shape that she would occasionally see the swimsuit models sport. She was still in awe that this was her body. 

	After drying her long black hair, she decided to  pull back the sides with a clip and leave the rest hanging down. Walking into her bedroom, she tried on various bras and panty combinations, ultimately deciding to wear the blue silk dress without underwear. She slipped the dress over her head and zipped it up. Turning around, she admired how the dress clung to her ass and highlighted her toned thighs. She concluded that Matt was in for a real treat.
	As she was admiring her sculpted form, the doorbell rang. She grabbed her purse, slipped on some blue pumps, and answered it. Matt's eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the visage that stood before him. "Hi, Are you Tia?" She smiled at him and replied the affirmative. He extended his arm to walk her out to the car. 
	"Why don't we just order out?" she asked as she brought a hand up to her chest and looked down into her cleavage. She turned around and he followed her inside. 
	She grabbed his arm and pushed him onto the couch. He looked up at her in awe of what was happening. She moved closer to him and undid his belt. She opened his pants with one deft motion and put his hands on his penis. With a smirk, she looked up at him as she began rubbing. He shifted on the couch and began savoring the feelings of her soft hands rubbing up and down his shaft. Once it was erect, she lowered her head down and began licking the tip. 
	She spit on it and began rubbing her saliva into  the shaft. Her lubricated hands slid up and down and he grunted as she took the head into her mouth. She began licking and sucking, swirling her tongue around the tip. He gasped as she started willing the penis larger. The boiling hot sensation filled his penis. She took a quick break and kissed him on the lips. As she swirled her tongue around his mouth, the memory of pain was gone. She withdrew and went back to work, stimulating and enlarging his penis. She withdrew from the larger penis and held his balls. His eyes rolled back as she made them grow. 
	She went to work on his unconscious form, quickly growing his penis up to the size she liked. She crawled up onto the couch and straddled his body. She tapped his forehead and he awoke, surprised at the the sight a woman sitting on top of him. Hiking up her dress, she lowered her wet self onto his fully erect penis. As she moved up and down, squeezing down on him from the inside, he was overwhelmed by the sexual pleasure. 
	His hands traced up and down her body and cupped her breasts, squeezing them before moving back down to her thighs. He began pressing his pelvis into her on every down stroke, hitting her cervix and shooting a bolt of pleasure up and down her body. He began to feel her vaginal walls contract as she leaned into him and began panting and moaning. Thrusting into her, he took over the job of pleasuring her and driving her to orgasm. A flush came over her and she screamed next to his ear. She bore down, taking all of him and he felt his penis hit the end of her vagina. 
	She got up and leaned on the arm of the couch, He lifted her dress and took her from behind, thrusting in and out, admiring her hour glass figure. She bounced against his pelvis, finding a rhythm that matched his. Her screams signaled that she was cumming again and she squeezed his penis from the inside, driving him to orgasm when she did. They pressed together for one final thrust and she continued to orgasm as he pumped his load into her, filling her up with his seed. He withdrew and looked in awe at the size of his softening penis and balls. They both fell back onto the couch and looked at each other. "Chinese food?"
	"Yeah, I'll call."

	Several hours later, Heather was looking at the moon and was filled with a sudden sense of disgust. Somewhere in the city, there was a cloyingly sweet presence that was growing in power. She felt threatened by the presence, it would interfere with her fun. A black rage filled Heather causing the room to black out. A black shadow crossed the moon.
	Matt turned over, "Tia, are you ok?" 
	"Yeah, everything is just fine."

	End of Chapter 2