Everything Big

by Mr. Daliard

DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF UNDER 18!

Anna parked her car and walked up the sidewalk towards the store. It was a cold day, and the wind whipped at her long coat, causing it to flap around her. She entered the store, shook the cold off, and looked around.

"Everything Big" was a novelty store that specialized in oversize items. Huge balloons and piqatas hung from the ceiling. Long nightshirts were displayed on racks around the store, and the walls were lined with bizarre props and novelties, such as giant combs, hats, and sunglasses. Anna walked up to the counter and rung the large service bell. A young woman emerged through a beaded curtain behind the counter.

Anna was dumbstruck by the woman's appearance. Her hair was piled on her head in a beehive that must have stood a full foot high. And her T-shirt was stretched over a pair of huge round breasts. Without realizing, Anna stared at the other woman's bosom, almost hypnotized by their size, shape and utter defiance of gravity. The woman cleared her throat.

"Ahem," she said. "Can I help you?"

"I hope so." Anna said. "It's my boyfriend's birthday and I want to surprise him." She lowered her voice. "I understand you have an--adult section?"

The woman smiled. "Of course. Right through here." She gestured for Anna to come around the counter and led her into the back room. Anna was amazed. The room was filled with sex toys and paraphernalia, all depicting people of the most incredible sizes and proportions. "Now, what did you have in mind?"

"Well..." Anna looked at the name on the tag that clung precariously to the woman's shirt, "Mindy, my boyfriend has this fetish. He's, um, really into big--Uh--Big boobs."

Mindy smiled knowingly. "I see. So you want something special for him. Like maybe a calendar or a poster?"

"No, I was hoping for something more personal." Anna said. "I was told by a friend that you carry some costume supplies?"

"Yes, we do. So, you're looking for false breasts, is that it?" Anna's cheeks blushed and she lowered her eyes. "It's all right. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Lot's of women do stuff like this for their husbands and boyfriends." Anna looked up, hopefully. "Trust me. Dressing up is fun. And I bet you're going to look great in a pair great big boobs." Mindy smiled and thrust her own chest out for emphasis. She brought Anna over to a display case.

"Now these--" She said, pulling out a pair of plastic breasts, "Are at the lower end of our selection. They're durable, but not very realistic, and they just stay on with this nylon strap you tie around your back. But, they look good under a T-shirt or sweater." She held them out for Anna to examine.

"Hmm," She said, looking them over. "I don't think so. I want something he'll enjoy playing with."

"Okay, how about these?" Mindy asked, producing another pair. "They're soft foam rubber, with a bra sown on so the straps hide the seam between where you end and they begin."

Again, Anna wasn't enthusiastic. "No, they've got too much give. It'd be like fondling a Nerf ball."

"Good point." Mindy said. She pulled out a large blue box. "Now, this I think you're going to like. It's our top of the line product. They're called Boobz, and they're the closest thing you can get without going to a surgeon." She handed them to Anna.

"Oooh, they feel nice." Anna said, rubbing them.

"They're made with a special foam-latex compound designed by a Hollywood special effects artist." Mindy explained. "They've got an insulated lining, so that when you wear them, they feel warm like the rest of your body. Plus, each one has a special reservoir feature that you can fill with water or the liquid of you choice to give them a more realistic feeling of weight and heft."

"Nice." Anna said, admiring the technology.

"Yes. A lot of doctors are recommending these to pre-operative cosmetic surgery patients so they can get feel of life with bigger breasts. And, the best part about the reservoir feature is this--" Mindy reached out and squeezed one of the nipples experimentally. A small trickle of water dribbled out the tip and onto the floor.

"Oh my!" Anna said. "Randy will love that! How much?"

"Two hundred dollars." Mindy said. "But I'll throw in some spirit gum so you can attach them, and some foundation so you can blend them in with your own skin tone."

"That's great." Anna said. She looked around the room curiously. "I don't suppose you have any lingerie or something that would fit over these, do you? I want to tease him a little."

"Sure." Mindy replied, smiling. She led Anna to a trunk, which she opened and produced a few bras from. The cups were enormous. Anna looked at a few of them, and ultimately decided on a red silky one.

"It's his favorite color." She explained.

"Is there anything else you think he'd like?" Mindy asked. Anna thought for a moment, then looked Mindy over again.

"Well, as long as I'm doing this, I might as well go all the way. Do you have any more of those oversized wigs, like yours?" She asked.

"Oh, yes. Lots." Mindy directed Anna's attention to a display by the door that they had come in through. She held up a beehive much like the one she was wearing.

"No, too 'Elvira'." Anna said.

Mindy held up a large bouffant wig.

"Too 'Mary Tyler Moore'." Anna dismissed it.

Mindy offered her a large permed wig of curly, platinum blonde hair. Anna took it and tried it on. She looked at her self in the mirror on the far wall. On Anna's small frame, the huge hair looked kind of silly.

"I don't know--" Anna muttered. "It makes me look like a Q-Tip."

"Trust me." Mindy said. "Once you get the boobs on, it'll drive him wild."

"Well, if you say so." Anna said. In truth, she'd like the way the wig looked, but was glad to have a reassurance. "I'll take it all." She said, offering her credit card.

"Great." Mindy said. "I'll be right back with your receipt." She went through the beaded curtain into the front room. While she waited, Anna posed for herself in the mirror, imagining how she'd look with the new body she'd just bought. Mindy returned with the credit card and Anna's purchases in a bag. "Here, I wrote my number on the back of the receipt, so if you have any problems applying the makeup or the Boobz, you can give me a call, and I'll talk you through it."

"Thanks very much." Anna said, taking the bag. She walked through the curtain and out the front of the store.

"Come again soon!" Mindy called after her. As she drove away, Anna thought she just might come back to that odd store sometime. After all, Randy would be having lots of birthdays.

* * * That night, Randy unlocked the door to their apartment and stepped into darkness. He put down his briefcase and removed his coat, draping it over the back of a chair in the front room. He didn't turn on the light, not wanting to spoil any surprises Anna had in mind. She always got really excited around his birthdays, and took great care in trying to top herself as each year went by.

"Anna?" He called out. "Honey? Are you here?"

"Anna couldn't be here." He heard a sultry voice call from the kitchen. "But she asked me to stop by." A figure stepped into the doorway, but the light was behind her so Randy couldn't make out the face. Her hair stood out on all sides of her head, and Randy couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw an unusually large bustline in the silhouette. Suddenly, the figure turned to the side and arched her back, and Randy doubts fell away. He moved in for a closer look.

As he got nearer, he thought that the woman's clothes looked familiar. Of course! She was wearing one of Anna's sweaters. The red one with the plunging neckline that Anna never wore without a shirt or a blouse underneath. But now, there was nothing beneath it but the most glorious expanse of cleavage Randy had ever seen. In spite of himself, he realized he was staring at the woman's chest, and hadn't even registered what her face looked like. He looked up and the woman winked at him, deviously. He smiled as he realized what the surprise was, and decided to play along.

"Well, I'm so glad you could come." He said, moving close to her, and putting his hands around her waist, which now seemed impossibly small compared to the huge bosoms so close to it. "Are you my birthday present?" He asked, as his hand drifted slowly upward and began unbuttoning the sweater.

"No, no, no!" Anna chided, pushing him away and doing her buttons back up. "We have to eat first."

"But, I'm not hungry." Randy protested, playfully.

"Oh, but you will be." She purred, and dragged him by his arm into the kitchen. She produced a matchbook out of her cleavage, and struck one of them. She then lit the single candle on the small cake that rested on the counter. She had thought about buying a more anatomically themed candle, but decided against it. She held it out to him, the frosting just barely missing the front of her sweater. "Make a wish." She cooed.

Randy looked at her, then at the cake, and a devilish look came into his eye. "If you insist." He said. He took a deep breath and sharply blew out the candle. They both smiled at each other. Anna set the cake down and picked up a small knife that also lay on the counter. As she began cutting the cake, Randy slid up behind her and began kissing her neck and fondling her buttocks. She shooed him away.

  "I told you, we have to eat first!" She said, turning around with a piece of cake in her hand.

"But--"Randy protested.

"No 'buts'." Anna said. Then she smeared the piece of cake all over her breasts. Some of it fell down into the space between them, and Randy's eyes widened with delight. "Now, are you sure you're not hungry?" She asked, saucily, as she braced herself against the counter. Without a word, Randy set upon her, eating and licking the cake off her breasts. Anna threw her head back and laughed, although she honestly couldn't feel a thing through the latex and foam rubber.

Randy made quick work of the cake, and soon worked his way up kissing Anna's face and neck. Again, she had to restrain him.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." She said. "Don't get started up here until you've finished down there--" As she said this, she slowly unbuttoned her sweater, revealing all of her firm, huge breasts, and the remains of the cake that was still clinging to the surface between them. Again, Randy threw himself at her ravenously, burying his head in her cleavage. She held onto him, pulling him further and further in, hoping that if she pulled hard enough, maybe some of the sensation would soak through to her actually body. As they stood there, Randy finished every bite of the cake, and methodically licked every trace of frosting off her. He gazed into her eyes with a look that smoldered with desire.

"No more delays." He said. He lifted her into him arms and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her lovingly down on the bed and slowly began to remove his clothes. Anna always enjoyed watching him reveal his lean, powerful form to her, and she grew moist with anticipation at what was to come. Then she remembered that it was HIS birthday, and not hers. She also remembered what she had paid so much money for. As he got his pants off and was continuing to his boxers, she stopped him.

"Wait," She said. "Are you sure you don't want to wash that cake down? I'd hate for you to get dehydrated in the middle of things." With that, she grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down on the bed. Then, she shoved one of her prosthetic nipples into his mouth. His eyes darted up to hers, questioningly. "Go on." She urged. "Suck me." He paused, unsure if she was serious. She acted hurt momentarily. "Don't make me beg--"She cooed, and Randy's mind was made up.

Concentrating on his task, he sucked tentatively. To his surprise, a warm, milky fluid flowed into his mouth. He sucked again, harder. As more liquid pulsed into his mouth, Anna gasped softly, and wriggled a bit. She wasn't really feeling anything, but was determined that Randy would enjoy this. As he sucked with more confidence, she bucked and writhed with pleasure. And it wasn't entirely an act. The thought of having her lover suck on her big, bountiful breasts was arousing, and she was enjoying herself. Soon, Randy had drained both reservoirs, and was nibbling on her nipples with contentment. Then, he sat up and removed his shorts, revealing his proud, erect penis. He approached Anna and was preparing to mount her when the put her hands up against his chest.

"Hold it, I've got something better in mind for right now." She said.

"Oh, baby, you're killing me." He moaned.

"Trust me, you'll like this." Anna said, as she pushed him onto his back. She straddled him, and pulled her breasts apart slightly. "Now, just relax, and let me handle this." Then, she mashed her boobs around his hard cock, and slowly began working her way up and down along his shaft. Randy clutched at the blankets with delight, and grunted softly. Anna worked herself into a gentle stroking motion, picking up a small bit of speed with each rub. Soon, she was bucking up and down, her boobs flying over his dick with wild abandon. Randy was sweating, and his eyes were clenched shut as he tried to contain the powerful forces building up within him. Suddenly, Anna disengaged her boobs and mounted his rigid cock with a swift motion. Forcing it deeper and deeper inside her, she rode him. Her breasts bounced with her body's movement, and Randy reached up and fondled them, grabbing them as if he were hanging on for dear life. Subconsciously, Anna was glad that she had applied enough spirit gum as she was attaching the Boobz. If she'd been in a more humorous mood, she might have thought with a laugh about the idea of her breasts coming off in Randy's hands.

But Anna wasn't feeling very funny. In fact, she was feeling close to ecstasy. As she rode him, she felt herself coming closer and closer to an earth-shattering climax. Just as she was wondering if she would able to keep up this pace much longer, Randy sat up, and turned her over on her back. He began pumping away at her with passionate vigor. She gasped and moaned as she felt his manhood deep inside her. She felt the Boobz pressed against her own chest, and liked the way they felt. Their weight was reassuring, almost empowering. She spread her legs wide, and welcomed each thrust of Randy's member into her. She ran her hands up and down his back, and through his hair. She pulled his face close to hers and kissed him wildly as his throbbing cock pulsed away inside her. Suddenly, together, their bodies shook violently with an overpowering orgasm. Randy fell to the bed next to her and they kissed deeply for five long minutes. Finally, they disengaged, and each took a deep breath.

"Happy Birthday." She said.

"Thanks." He replied. * * *

The next morning, Anna woke first and removed herself from the warm embrace they had slept in. She made her way to the bathroom, and examined herself in the mirror. The huge wig was still there, as were her mammoth boobs. To her surprise, she didn't look as haggard as she usually did first thing in the morning. In fact, she looked just as good as she had the night before when she was preparing to surprise Randy.

"Huh." She thought to herself. "I must be glowing. I guess good loving brings out the best in me." She brushed her teeth and washed he face, then grabbed the flat-edged knife that had come with the Boobz kit to remove them with. She wanted to be careful, because the box said that if she took them off properly, they'd be good for several uses. And if last night was any indication, she definitely wanted to keep them in good condition.

As she pressed the knife against her skin where she remembered the seam being, it felt cold and harsh. She probed gently, but was unable to find where she ended and the Boobz began. With irritation, she scraped the knife up and down both shoulders, but still couldn't find the latex seam.

By this time, Randy had awoke, and entered the bathroom to see his girlfriend abusing herself with a knife. "Honey, what's wrong?" He asked.

"It's nothing." She muttered. "I just can't find the seam to get these fake tits off." She put the knife down in frustration. "It's this hair. It keeps getting in my way." She pulled violently at the wig and let out a sharp cry. It held fast to her head. "But that doesn't make any sense." She said. "I only put this thing on with bobby pins. It shouldn't be this tight." She tugged again, and again pain flashed across her scalp. She realized that she was shivering with both frustration and cold. "Is it chilly in here?" She asked?

"A little." Randy said. "Here, let me warm you up." He walked up behind her and put his arm around her waist. As he breathed down her neck, she realized that she could feel his breath all across her chest. She looked down with horror as she saw small goosebumps forming around her nipples. She pushed Randy away. "What's the matter?" He protested.

Tentatively, she raised her hand to her right breast, and nervously brushed her fingers against her nipple. She gasped as shockwaves of sensation coursed through her breasts and around her body. More boldly, she raised her other hand to her left breast and repeated the action with the same results. She cupped her breasts in her hand to alleviate some of the pressure that she only now realized that she was feeling on her back. Her hands seemed woefully small against the vast expanse of her enormous tits. She turned to face Randy.

"What is it?" He asked, concern mounting in his voice.

"Randy, I don't know how or way this happened," She began, her voice quivering, "But, this is all me!" She thrust her hands out, shoving her breasts towards him.

"I don't get it." Randy said.

"Last night, these were fake. I got them at a costume shop. The boobs, the wig, all of it! But, now--" She pulled at her hair again. "It's ME!" She was growing frantic. "How did this happen?!?"

Randy stared at her in amazement for a moment, then his brow furrowed in thought. Suddenly, with horrible realization, his eyes widened. "I was me." He said. "Last night, when I blew out the candle. I--I wished that you would always look like that."

"What?!?" She shrieked.

"I didn't think it would come true!" He protested. "That kind of thing only happens it the movies." He moved to hold her. "Honey, I'm so sorry."

"Don't touch me!" She said, slapping him away. She looked down at herself. "Look at me! I'm a freak! I'm--I'm--"

"Incredibly sexy." He said, finishing her sentence. He bent over and cupped one of her breasts in his hands. Bringing the nipple to his mouth, he licked it, then engulfed it entirely. Anna's body was wracked with pleasure, and she arched her back in spite of herself, forcing more of her boob into his mouth. She grabbed one of his hands and brought it over to her other breast. Taking control of his fingers, she kneaded her nipples, running his coarse palm across the underside of her huge, firm udder. Without thinking, they descended into the most sensual, erotic session of lovemaking either of them had ever experienced. All the sensations that Anna had been missing the night before were visited upon her tenfold. She gasped and moaned and bit her lip with pleasure at all the wonderful feelings that threatened to overwhelm her.

They made love for three hours, taking turns lavishing attention on Anna's glorious boobs. She'd never even thought about sucking her own nipple before, but when she finally did, she wondered how she could ever have gotten by without it. Finally, they were both satiated for the moment, and decided to investigate into exactly what had happened. Anna put on the bra she had brought the previous day, and a T-shirt that had previously been loose, but now stretched tightly over her firm bosom, leaving nothing to the imagination.

They drove to 'Everything Big', and walked in. Mindy was there behind the counter, and she looked up. She recognized Anna in spite of her altered appearance, and noticed the exhausted yet satisfied look on Randy's face.

"Well," Mindy said. "Can I assume that everything went according to plan?"

"Not quite." Anna responded. "Can we see you in the back room?"

Mindy led them through the beaded curtain, then faced them. "So, what's the problem?" She asked. In answer, Anna pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her massive boobs. "Yeah, so what? They look great. What, did the reservoirs spring a leak or something?"

"No." Anna said. "In fact, I kind of enjoy it when they leak.''

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that these are all me now." Anna said. "One-hundred percent Anna-flesh. The boobs, the hair, somehow they turned into my own overnight."

"But that's impossible." Mindy said, staring in disbelief.

"That's what we thought." Randy said. "But yesterday was my birthday, and we she greeted me looking like that, I kind of wished that she always would. So, here she is."

"I don't believe this. It's crazy." Mindy objected.

"But it happened." Anna said. "Do you have any idea why?"

"No." Mindy said. "But, here, let me take a look at the kit." She went behind the counter where the false breasts were kept, and produced another Boobz kit. She turned the box over in her hand, then clucked her tongue in realization. "Yep, here's the answer." She read off the bottom of the box. " 'Warning: This product is highly susceptible to wish magic. Not for use with Wells, Wishbones, Birthdays, or Shooting Stars.'" She set the box down. "Well, there you go. I guess the magic just extended to the wig, too."

"Well, how do you like that?" Anna said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Don't worry, Honey." Randy said, threading his arms through hers and hugging her around the waist. "We'll get by."

"That's easy for you to say. How am I supposed to show up for work on Monday looking like this?"

"Well, I could give you a job here." Mindy said.

"What?" Anna asked.

"Well, you already meet all the job requirements." Mindy explained, gesturing to her hair and chest.

"I don't know--" Anna said. "I'd planned on doing more with my life than being a countergirl at a novelty store."

"The pay's good. And there's benefits." Anna urged. "Plus, a ten-percent employee discount on all merchandise."

"Really?" Anna asked. She looked down at her chest, then at the trunk holding all the oversized bras. "Well, it would save me some money on undergarments--" She looked at Randy, then at the rack that held all the prosthetic penises and over-sized jock straps. "And MY birthday's coming up in a few months--" She offered Mindy her hand. "All right, you've got a deal." The two women shook on it, and Anna turned and kissed Randy. "You know," She said, playfully, "I think I'm going to like Everything Big."

The End.