Everything Changes 2: Threefold Law

Marie slipped out of the room, tagging along at the back of her "new" group of friends.

It was amazing, even to the newly-svelte goth girl, that less than a week before, none of these kids wanted to know her at all.

And all because she'd had really huge boobs.

Hating the taunts and jeers of her classmates that had followed her from puberty, Marie had used a homegrown variety of magic to transfer her once-monstrous breasts to Corinne. She hadn't meant to inflict those massive mammary glands on Corinne, who was the new girl in school; it had happened when Marie accidentally used a few hairs from a scarf she thought belonged to Janey, her much-despised head cheerleader nemesis. Slapping Janey with enormous boobs - as a way of teaching her some humility as well as freeing herself of them - had seemed like a good idea to Marie at the time. It still was a good idea... except that a total innocent had gotten caught in the magical crossfire.

In the last few days, as her magic had retroactively changed things so that Marie had never had big boobs and Corinne always had, she found herself a part of the school's small but viciously territorial goth clique... and she even had a boyfriend!

Everything should have been perfect.

And yet...

She glanced back over her shoulder and watched Brock kissing Corinne, his hands not quite on her huge boobs but not quite away from them either. Her knockers were ideally placed so that she could lean forward and appear - innocently - to have let her chest make contact with his waiting fingers. The two of them kissed and smiled goofily at each other, the picture of adolescent romance.

Marie frowned.

"What's wrong?" Damian asked, putting his arm around her shoulders.

"Nothing," she replied automatically. "Everything's great."

Damian nodded, as if it was no less than he'd expected.

It was a great new life, even if Marie (as the magic-wielder) was the only one who remembered how things had been originally. In Marie's new revised life, she'd been dating Damian for a few weeks and were steadily getting closer, reaching dating milestones and even building up some nostalgia for their "first time" a couple of nights past.

But even though they walked down the hall together, Marie's thoughts stayed with Corinne.

I really screwed her over, Marie thought. It's not like she asked for this to happen. Would she have even wanted huge boobs, if she knew the difference? Maybe she'd be happier if I hadn't cast that spell on her...

And even as she had that thought, she felt an odd warm and tugging in her chest. She gasped and took a deep breath. She couldn't look, not with Damian right next to her, but it definitely felt like...

"What?"

"Huh?" she stammered.

"You just jumped. You all right?"

"Oh, yeah. Um. I'm fine. I think I forgot a book back at my locker."

"No prob. We'll nab it later."

"Okay, great," she said... and peeked down at her chest.

Everything seemed all right, even though she could have sworn she hadn't put on a bra that morning. Her newly reduced A-cup chest never really needed one.

But she was wearing one now. And maybe it was her imagination, but it felt just the slightest bit too tight.

Shivers ran down her spine. Something was wrong... and seeing Corinne in the cafeteria had been the start of it.

The tape measure didn't lie, but that didn't mean Marie trusted what it told her. Even though she was an A-cup still, her chest had stayed warm and tingly - sensations she associated with magic.

"So what the heck happened when I saw Corinne this afternoon... ?" she wondered.

And even as the words left her lips, she gasped as the sensation flared white-hot for an instant, then faded... and her chest grew. Her small breasts pushed outward, sheathed in a white bra that kept pace with their expansion, and her shirt morphed from a halter top to a snug-fitting short sleeve.

When her growth spurt stopped, her boobs had gained enough volume to put her up to a solid B-cup. They were rounder and more buoyant than they had been the last time they were this size, with nipples like the tips of her pinkies.

"Well, they're bigger than I wanted them to be, but I can live with it," she sighed, gazing at her amplified torso in her room's mirror. "So... why? God, I hope the spell can't reverse itself. Better check the doll." She dug into her box of private stuff and quickly found the doll she'd made to represent Janey... and which accidentally transformed Corinne instead... but saw the doll was unchanged from when she'd last seen it, a mere few days ago. "Okay, you're still the same, but I'm different. There must be something I'm overlooking. Something about doing spells, maybe."

Humming to herself, she pulled out the handful of books on witchcraft she'd picked up. Most of them were mass-market trash, a couple had useful nuggets of information in a mountain of luridly-written junk, and one or two were the real thing - but reading those gave her a splitting headache in short order, so she rarely went to them first.

Today was an exception to the rule. She figured she could tolerate a headache to avoid regaining those back-breaking tits.

She was well into migraine territory when she came across a sternly-worded advisory about the pitfalls of working magic for selfish ends.

The section was entitled "The Threefold Law: Checks and Balances Against Magical Wickedness."

Marie felt a chill run down her back as she read the words.

She thought about them for a long moment, put the book down...

And then she fainted.

"Corinne... uh, could we talk for a minute?"

"Sure, Marie, I guess. What's up?" the huge-breasted new girl agreed. She hadn't had anything to do with the goth girl so far, besides sitting next to her at lunch once or twice. Somehow, Corinne had gotten the idea that Marie was repelled by her for some reason; even though Marie had pretty healthy breasts of her own - B cup or a smallish C? Corinne thought - she seemed uncomfortable whenever Corinne was near. Having her actually walk over and talk was... surprising, at the very least.

"Okay, here it is. How long have you, uh, had really big breasts?" Marie asked.

Corinne felt a flicker of outrage. What the heck was this stranger thinking, asking a question like that? "Not like it's your business!" she said.

"In a way, it is," Marie said. "See... " She shook her head. "Do you believe in magic? Witchcraft? Stuff like that?"

Corinne's head was spinning; all this talk was giving her the weirdest case of vertigo, as though she'd just gotten off a roller coaster at Disneyworld. First breasts and now magic? "You must be crazy," she said at last.

"No, I'm serious! Look, it'd be better if I showed you. Can you come over to my place after school?"

"I guess." She didn't have to be at the diner till almost six and Brock could give her a lift from Marie's as easily as from her place.

"Great. I'll see you down here after eighth period. We can walk."

Corinne watched the girl leave, then narrowed her eyes. Yeah, definitely a C, she thought. How come I thought she might be a B? Corinne shrugged and went on her way. She had too much reality to handle right now, and not enough time to think about what new weirdness Marie would dump on her this afternoon.

Marie didn't come out with any new craziness on the way to her house, which was a relief and a surprise to Corinne. Instead, she chatted about classes and teachers and boyfriends - she was seeing a goth guy named Damian - and stuff like that. She guided Corinne to a ranch house that was a surprise as well; from her reputation, Corinne half-expected some Victorian nightmare out of an Addams Family cartoon.

It was only in her bedroom that the weirdness returned, stronger than ever; there were strange symbols hand-painted on the walls and ceiling of her room, as well as lots of trinkets and knick-knacks that seemed creepy to the occult-inexperienced Corinne.

"First off, I ought to explain that you looked... different a week ago," Marie said.

"Different how?" Corinne demanded, feeling that weird vertigo again.

"A week ago, I had breasts like the ones you have now, and you were a B-cup," the goth girl said.

Corinne was close to fainting.

"What... ? How?" she stammered.

Marie sighed and shook her head.

"I thought the black scarf was Janey's," she almost whispered.

"What? Black scarf? You mean the one my grandmother gave me? I lost that a week ago. And... if you mean Janey Wilcox, why would that stuck-up bitch have my scarf?"

"I used the scarf in my spell, but it changed a lot more than I meant to. You and Janey were on the way to being friends, but then you started getting bigger every day, and... oh, man, this is hard to explain."

"Try me. Janey's made too many jokes about my tits for us to be friends."

Marie took a deep breath, which didn't greatly expand her slight torso. "See, magic... it keeps itself hidden and almost impossible to notice, unless you have a gift for it. If my chest started to shrink and somebody else's blew up, well, that'd be really obvious, right? So this spell I cast made it so I never had big boobs... but someone else did."

"But I've always had huge boobs, ever since puberty."

"No, you didn't! That's what I've been trying to tell you!"

Corinne shook her head. "You're crazy, Marie. You can't spout all this witch-talk and think I'll buy it." She plucked up her coat. "Listen, I'll see you in school. Save the spells for your coven or whatever, okay?"

She shook her head. "No, wait! This is the really important part. There's something really bad going on and you have to hear about it."

Corinne checked her watch and glowered at Marie impatiently. "Okay, but hurry up. I'm not liking being in the Twilight Zone."

Marie took a deep breath. "I forgot about the threefold law. Anything a witch sends out, when she does magic from impure motives, will come back to her times three."

"So what?"

"So unless you accept that I did magic to you, I can't undo it... and my breasts will grow back three times bigger than they were!"

Corinne blinked, her eyes drawn toward Marie's blouse.

Something seemed wrong.

Weren't Marie's breasts smaller just a moment ago?

Well, they definitely weren't small now. She had D-cups, at least. And... they seemed to be getting bigger.

"Good God, Marie, what's happening to you?" Corinne whispered.

Marie gaped at Corinne. "You... you can see this?" she whispered back, nodding toward her pumpkin-sized boobs.

"You better believe I can! What's going on?"

"This is magic! But you shouldn't be able to notice! You should be thinking, 'Oh, that Marie, she's always had really huge boobs!' Something like that! You shouldn't see them growing!"

"Well I do!"

"No duh!" Marie thought furiously. "Maybe it's because you got changed before, maybe there's still some magic clinging to you. That could be it."

"Magic clinging? Like lint or something? Marie, that's gross!"

"Sheesh. It's just a metaphor, okay? A way of describing something indirectly by using familiar imagery."

"I know what a metaphor is. I do get A's in English."

"I do get A's in English," repeated Marie with a sneer. Then she groaned as her boobs underwent further expansion. "Dammit. They shrink back down a little, once I'm far enough from school, but they don't go back all the way. I'll probably be at least a D-cup for keeps now."

"At least? Honey, you're probably an F right now."

"Yeah, but it'll shrink down. I just don't know how to stop them from growing until they're three times bigger than yours." Marie looked at Corinne. "Okay, well, maybe we should try a couple things. First off, I want to apologize to you. I inflicted a change on your body without your permission or even your knowledge, and that was wrong. Can you forgive me?"

Corinne shook her head wearily. "I don't even know that I believe you, no matter how much air you puff into your shirt," she said. "But if it'll help you, sure, I forgive you."

It didn't seem to matter much. Marie was very quickly equal in bust-girth to Corinne.

"That didn't do it. I have to think! Why would I keep growing? I told you the truth and I apologized... "

"Did you mean it?"

"What?"

"The apology, dummy! Are you really sorry you changed me?"

Marie thought about it. "I think so," she finally ventured. "I mean, I didn't want to have big boobs and my folks couldn't pay for a reduction, but that doesn't mean I wanted you to have them."

"Okay, so you're sorry I got them, but are you sorry you misused your magic?"

Marie seemed confused. "I don't know what you mean."

Corinne growled in frustration. "You really don't get it! It's not about hurting me, it's about having the wrong thoughts in mind from the start! Impure motives! Did you even understand the stuff you read out of that book?"

"Hey, now, wait just a minute... "

"You didn't care if someone else got hurt when you did your little magic shtick, as long as you lost some weight up top. Well, now it's all coming back on you. Times three!"

Marie groaned as her breasts pushed out even further, held semi-horizontal only by one of the strongest (and largest) custom bras made. Her shirt morphed into a tent-like dress cut down and widened so it could serve as a shirt, while a pair of jeans clung to an ass and hips that seemed wider than they'd been.

"Y'know, if I thought you'd remember even being over here tomorrow, I could get really pissed at what a bitch you're being," Marie said. "You should be thanking me! Before you had those boobs, you were mousy little Cori, sitting at the cheerleader table but only as a hanger-on. Then you get big tits and sure, you lose those stuck-up cheerleaders as friends, but you get a boyfriend and some self-confidence! Argh!" She nearly doubled over as her boobs widened abruptly.

"As if boobs would give me self-confidence," Corinne snapped, though she did get the uncomfortable feeling there might be something to what Marie was saying... "You can believe I'll remember being here tomorrow. I'll tell you in school. Then we'll see, right?" And she walked out, leaving the ponderously overendowed Marie wondering what had gone wrong and how could she possibly make this right?

Marie walked through the halls, hunched down over the overgrown watermelon-size boobs stuffed under her too-small sweatshirt. The G-cup tag on the bra she wore hadn't surprised her that morning, and it wouldn't surprise her if the tag read H or even I by the end of the day. She knew she'd shrink back down a cup size or two during the night, but the progression was unavoidable. Gradual but unavoidable.

She spotted Corinne across the courtyard. Whenever she spoke to the "victim" of her magical crime, it seemed her bust growth accelerated; only by staying away from Corinne completely could she avoid...

"Marie! Hey, wait up!"

She glanced over and groaned as she saw Corinne walking toward her, quickly. The telltale warmth-and-pressure started up in her chest and she winced as her unearthly pontoons shoved out a few inches further.

"What is it, Corinne?" Marie snapped, as cold and hostile as she could be.

"I just wanted to say that I remembered going over to your house yesterday. Remember, you didn't think I would?" She seemed very pleased with herself.

That pleasure evaporated when Marie asked, "And what happened at my house yesterday? Do you remember any of that?"

Corinne started to speak, started again, then broke off, looking puzzled and vaguely disturbed by her memory lapse. "I... can remember being over there and something weird did happen... "

"Forget it, Corinne," Marie suggested, hefting her J-cups up with a back-breaking flex and walking off toward her next class.

"Wait! I want to... " She broke off, uncertain of what she wanted to say. "I dunno, help? You look like you could use some."

Marie smiled. It felt like the first time in days.

"Maybe I could."

Corinne got into her waitress uniform and glanced over at Marie, who sprawled in a chair, practically grinding her teeth. "It's not like I can help this, Marie. When the boss calls and says it's an emergency, I have to go in!"

"Well, when will you get home tonight?" Marie asked irritably, shifting a bit as her breasts bulked up under her shirt. Explaining the whole story to Corinne all over again had really put her in a bad mood.

"Probably eleven, maybe midnight."

"You might forget all about this by then."

"Are you crazy? I'm not forgetting any of this!"

"You'll see," Marie predicted darkly.

Corinne sighed and said, "I'll call you later."

Marie only nodded as Corinne left the girls' room and headed for work.

True to Marie's prediction, Corinne got home and knew she had to do something, call someone, but exactly who and why was an irritating blur. "Who was it?" she asked softly, keeping quiet so she wouldn't wake her family. "Damn!"

But the name and the reason fuzzed out completely and so Corinne went to bed, frustrated but ultimately unable to follow through as she'd promised.

Half a mile away, Marie glanced at her clock, then down at her sprawling boobs, which had only just started to recede. "Looks like Corinne forgot after all," she sighed. "I knew it. You can't count on anyone."

"Corinne, did you forget something last night?"

Corinne looked over her shoulder, her expression puzzled. "What are you talking about, Marie?"

"You promised to call last night. You were going to help me?"

"Doesn't ring any bells," Corinne said blithely. "Was I going to tutor you in precalc or something?"

"Not exactly. Forget it, I can handle it on my own," Marie said, sounding almost angry as she stalked off. Corinne watched her leave, her jouncing boobs nearly as big as her own.

"Y'know, I just don't understand some people," she mumbled.

"What people?" Brock asked, slipping up behind her and putting his arms around her waist - having to wedge them under Corinne's huge frontage, a snug fit that neither of them minded. She sank back into his embrace with a happy sigh.

"Right now, it's a certain big-breasted goth," Corinne said.

"Oh, her. Yeah, she's a strange one. I hear she does magic, too."

Magic.

The word sent a chill down Corinne's spine. For some reason, that was very important.

It was lunchtime again.

"We need a question of the day," Kris said.

"Thoughts?"

There were none, boys and teen idols and Friday night's prospects having been verbally mauled already. Janey glanced around the room to see what might present itself. There was always something worthy of a cutting remark or snide aside. She saw a pair of girls who might've been twins, almost... and a cruel smile curved Janey's lips.

"I have it."

The table gave her their undivided attention.

"Who has the bigger boobs, Marie or Corinne?" Janey asked the cheerleader table, looking over her shoulder at the two who sat on opposite ends of the cafeteria. The others smiled, delighted to be discussing the two best-known freaks at Rosedale High.

"I think Corinne does. They're rounder, anyway," Kris suggested.

"Marie's are longer and her nipples are bigger," Sonya said.

"Hard to tell, under the clothes they wear," Shayna said.

"Hm. That's true," Janey agreed. "We might not ever find out for sure."

Sonya nodded. "Yeah. They never shower after gym or anything. Fact is, I don't think I've ever seen them take their clothes off."

"I wonder. Maybe we should have a little fun during gym class today." Janey said, a wicked gleam in her eye.

The girls drifted toward the showers in twos and threes. Marie and Corinne didn't walk together, mostly because they'd have to take a moment each to steer through the narrow locker room door, but once inside, they quickly undressed and started to change without showering; neither of them felt like putting their decidedly unusual bodies on display.

However, Janey had other plans.

Two girls grabbed Corinne and two grabbed Marie as they were nearly undressed. Janey's pet troublemaker, Sandy Wallis, stepped out from behind a locker and said, "We were having a chat, the girls and me, and we wondered which of you has the bigger boobs." She glanced from one to the other, then said, "Not sure I can tell with the shirts on. What d'you say, girls? Which one of you is gonna win the title?"

She stepped closer and both extra-buxom girls stepped back, only to run into more of Janey's athletic buddies... who were looking forward to embarrassing these two big-breasted girls.

Sandy stepped close again. Corinne and Marie had nowhere to run, and even though they tried to slap Sandy's hands away, their wrists were grabbed from behind and held. Sandy put a hand on Corinne's boob, then on Marie's, bouncing them slightly as if weighing turkeys. "Hm, can't quite... " She frowned slightly, and only Corinne and Marie noticed Marie's tit gaining weight as Sandy held it. Sandy shook her head, then said, "Well, seems to me the old tit-queen is still champeen!"

The girls in the locker room laughed like it was the funniest thing they ever heard, while Corinne watched Marie's boob slowly push outward. It was already much larger than her own; she wondered how the other girls could avoid noticing the change.

I guess Marie was right - this is magic!

"Well, now we know," Sandy chuckled. "Might as well get dressed, girls. We got us a gym class to go to!"

Corinne and Marie watched the bullying girls go.

"Don't be too surprised if they try to tear off our clothes during gym class," Corinne said. "I know their type - there were kids like them back in my old school. They ripped my shirt off my back one day and laughed like crazy, even the teacher. Nothing happened to them; the principal said it was an accident. She was an old bitch, hated me for having bigger boobs than her when I was twelve."

Marie shook her head in disbelief. "I never thought they'd go as far as they did," she admitted. "I've had a couple close calls, but they never got physical like that."

"How are we going to handle this?"

Marie thought for a long moment. "Maybe if we head them off today, they'll lose interest. Like... " She glanced toward the locker room wall. Corinne followed her line of sight, then nodded with approval.

Three minutes later, the school emptied as the fire alarm bell buzzed everywhere. Corinne and Marie tried to stay inconspicuous, but their combined frontage - and the fact that they were standing together - made that difficult, if not impossible, especially since they were dressed for gym class.

"Well, I guess I can stand being gawked at by the school, as long as they don't try anything with all the teachers watching," Corinne said out of the corner of her mouth to Marie.

"I know what you mean. Man, things were never this bad back when I was the only one with huge boobs. They just left me alone!"

"Maybe because it's two of us, one new girl and one social misfit," Corinne said.

"Yeah. They can get twice the social embarrassment for the effort," Marie agreed.

Corinne noticed the hard glint in Marie's eyes. "You're not thinking of misusing your magic again, are you?" she asked. "You saw where it got you last time."

"Hm? Oh, no, not at all," she said, her lie completely obvious to Corinne.

"I think... I may have to try something real desperate," Marie told herself after closing her newest book of spells.

Marie took the doll that represented herself and held it to the flame. Wax melted and dripped from the doll's grotesquely oversized boobs; Marie guided the runny wax down to the doll's hips and backside, hoping to balance out the doll's proportions at least temporarily. At the rate she was going, she wouldn't be able to leave the house by Monday morning - her boobs would be down to her calves and swell out like a pair of beachballs.

She kept repeating the mantra for transformation over the reshaped doll, hardly aware of the exact moment when the magic warmth flooded her body. It did its work quickly, though, leaving her with a figure that was ridiculously proportioned... but at least she wasn't carrying half her body weight in her torso.

"Maybe I can even drive now," she said hopefully. She grabbed up the car keys and hurried out to try, before her unpredictable magic could undo this latest stop-gap measure.

She drove to the Rosedale Diner and hurried inside, almost unsurprised to find Corinne in the midst of waiting on four tables full of drooling guys... of all ages. Her waitress uniform was tight as she'd expected in the chest, making sure her mammalian assets would not go unseen, even though it had to be the largest size available; it was definitely too large for the rest of her body, despite Corinne's best efforts to cut it down where it was most needed.

"Cor, have a sec?" she asked.

"Marie! Um. Now's not... hey, there's something different... " Her eyes got large quickly as the change registered. "How did you do that?"

"I, ah, just moved some stuff around, that's all. The bulk's the same, it's just arranged differently," Marie said.

"Are you crazy? I thought you'd learned your lesson about fooling with magic after you got boobs like beached whales. After everything you tried, you didn't manage to change back... and now who knows what'll happen to you? Marie... oooh!"

"Look, this is just temporary. I didn't even know if it'd work... "

"And that's supposed to make it better? Suppose now your ass blows up three times as big? Or your thighs, or your hips? You could end up looking like a Sumo wrestler!"

"Hey, I didn't come here to get a lot of abuse. I came to ask if you'll come back to my house and keep helping me! I think I'm closer to figuring it all out... "

"Not tonight, I can't. Brock and I have plans, and... "

"This is important!"

"So is me being with Brock! Look, I'm sorry for you and all, but you brought this on yourself! Maybe you're the one who has to figure it all out. In the meantime, I've got tables to wait, so unless you're ordering something... "

"Yeah. I think I'll get a big order of 'scram,'" Marie snarled. She turned and left, totally infuriated... but unable to help feeling like Corinne was more or less on the money.

Corinne watched her go. She didn't like brushing off the difficulties suffered by another person. She knew how hard it could be to be different, even if those memories weren't really real... which was still pretty confusing. But Marie's fiddling with magic had started things going in the first place. Corinne thought, if any solution was going to be found, Marie had to be the one to find it.

The enormously-endowed waitress/student went back to work, but the back of her mind kept worrying at this problem.

And wondering if she had some part still to play in solving it.

Corinne knocked on the door, wondering why she was even there. It wasn't like she was Marie's friend or anything... in fact, she was having some trouble even picturing the girl, as though she hadn't seen her in months.

Then she shook her head. What am I thinking? she wondered. I talked with Marie last night at work! All that BS about magic... and changing stuff when I'm not watching... oh my God... that's it, I'm here to help her figure it out!

The door opened and a friendly-looking middle-aged woman poked her head out. "Yes, can I help you?" she asked.

"I'm Corinne, a classmate of Marie's? I came over to give Marie some homework assignments."

Marie's mother smiled. "That's very nice of you. We don't see many of her classmates here. Usually the teacher or the school psychiatrist drops off her schoolwork." She opened the door to let Corinne into the house. "Marie! There's a girl from your class here!"

"Be right down!"

Corinne was shown to the living room and then left on her own, with a promise that Marie would be right in.

She was looking at the stuff in the living room when she heard, "What are you doing here?" Corinne turned around and...

She could not believe her eyes. Marie was stupendously topheavy, making Corinne's recollection of the girl seem almost puny by comparison. And yet, the instant she saw the struggling girl, her memory seemed to shift and was replaced by the profoundly mammalian girl, who faced her with amazement on her chubby-cheeked face.

"Believe me, after last night, I'm surprised myself. But I... came because I wanted to help you," Corinne said, trying to keep her eyes off the unbelievable boobs floating low on Marie's thighs. She was wearing a bra, that much was certain, yet the massively round glands she sported resisted that bra's best efforts to keep them above her waist. Instead, she trudged forward, her thighs pushing against spheroids like beachballs, which only gradually tapered up to her collarbone. They stuck out so far to the side that she couldn't walk normally through a door, and even walking sideways was tricky.

At a guess, Corinne figured they might be as much as three times larger than her own.

"If you're done sightseeing, you said something about wanting to help me?" Marie wedged her backside into an armchair, puffing slightly with exertion from the short walk. Corinne noticed that Marie was overall somewhat more expansive... heavier... than she had seemed, but again, this impression was fleeting and soon forgotten. Her face, framed by plenty of tidily-styled glossy black hair, had the beginnings of a double chin, but nothing to suggest such horrendous obesity; her arms were slightly flabby, her thighs definitely so, but there were still traces of a slender build about her.

"Yeah, help. We had an argument." It seems weird I'd remember fighting with her, but I think it's important somehow, Corinne thought wildly. "I... wanted to apologize."

"I remember us arguing last night, at the diner," Marie said, a hint of wonder in her voice. "But I also remember being housebound for the past four years, after my boobs got really freaky-big." She thought a moment longer. "It can't be true, but I think... I think I did something to you."

"Right! You told me you cast a spell on me that gave me these huge boobs. I sort of believed you, but then you said you apologized for casting the spell on me by accident, not for casting it in the first place."

"Wait! I do remember that!" Marie leaned forward, her breasts sinking lower until they rested on the floor. She didn't seem to notice; it had probably happened plenty of times before. "I... I remember that I'd only been sorry the spell hit you, instead of Janey Wilcox. It gave me the body I'd always wanted, but it didn't last. The Threefold Law bounced back on me!"

"Yup, that's what you told me. But I think there was more you needed to say. Tell me, how did you really feel once you cast the spell?"

"I don't think that's really important... "

"What do we have to lose?"

Marie sighed, irritated with her guest already. "Okay, whatever. I felt, I dunno, relieved. I was happy I didn't have whale-size boobs. I could just be normal for once!"

Corinne grimaced. "Fine. You were normal. How else did you feel?"

"I... look, this is stupid!"

Corinne stood, uncomfortably aware of how heavy her own torso was, and walked around the room. "Why? Okay, forget the 'why' for a sec. Tell me about the Threefold Law. What do you know about it? How does it work?"

Marie shifted, clearly uneasy about her posture, the topic of conversation, or both. "The Threefold Law says that whatever spell a witch casts bounces back three times... no, that's not exactly right. The way I learned it, when a witch casts a spell with impure intent... " Her voice faded out as her expression became thoughtful.

"Your intent wasn't impure. You know exactly what you wanted, you did it," Corinne said.

"Right. Not intent - it's more like 'heart' or 'spirit' that is... no! It's not impure! It's 'false!' A witch who casts a spell with a false heart... "

"What do they mean by false? I mean, it's not like they'd be talking about witches who'd had heart transplants, could they?"

"No. I think... could you go up to my room and bring down the real big book covered in cracked black leather?"

Corinne hurried to fetch the book while Marie thought further. When she got back, Marie leafed through the book and found the section she wanted. "It's like I thought. The first part does say 'impure'... but the rest of it says 'false.' And here... hm."

Corinne looked over her shoulder and read:

"I think I know why it bounced back," Marie whispered.

"Okay, why?"

"Because... because I felt something else, something more than a little guilt."

Corinne waited.

"I was jealous! Dammit, Corinne, I resented the hell out of you," Marie said softly.

That was not what Corinne had expected. She took a moment to grapple with what Marie meant. "What the hell do you mean?" she finally sputtered.

"I mean... I'm not explaining this well." She thought about it for a long moment, watching Corinne carefully as the smaller-busted girl sat facing her. "Here goes. You know, now, what it's like to have lived all your teen years with real big boobs. They're clumsy, awkward, uncomfortable, embarrassing, they draw unwanted attention like nobody without them would ever believe and you can't find clothes that ever fit right, or just plain fit... but you liked having them! Can you imagine how that made me feel?"

"I didn't exactly have a love affair going with my boobs, Marie, but I just made the best of having them," she said. "I know that I didn't get one job because of them, but I did find a job, one that pays pretty well. Am I better or worse off? I don't know. I do know that I like myself the way I am and wouldn't change a thing. Maybe in twenty or thirty years, I'll be ready for a reduction, but for now, they're part of me and I can live with that."

"Yeah, and I sank down into self-pity, even some self-loathing," Marie said. "I feel like an idiot. You seemed to enjoy being different. I mean, you never dressed to hide your body, you never hunched over or ate off by yourself, and you even got a boyfriend! I never thought I'd find someone with those huge things on my chest. At least, not someone who'd be able to talk to me while looking in my eyes."

"Brock is a special guy. He loves my boobs and that's real cool, but he likes me a lot, too. And he can look me in the eye the whole night. I'm lucky. Maybe if I hadn't found him, I wouldn't have as good an outlook as you think I do."

Marie nodded. "So that's my dirty little secret. I resented you for being able to accept yourself when I never could. And I couldn't forgive myself for hating myself that way, so I transferred all that anger and hid it behind a lie, telling myself I felt guilty when what I really felt was jealousy." She shivered as an odd chill ran through her.

"If you could, what would you do differently?" Corinne asked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe I'd start by trying to accept myself a little more. Hating myself for having huge boobs was probably a lot worse than having them in the first place." She smiled at Corinne uncertainly, sure she'd made a breakthrough but wondering what this might do to a fragile new friendship.

"Marie, is it me or are you, um, shrinking?"

"Oh God. Oh God! You're right! You're riiiiight!" She scrambled up from her chair and almost danced for joy as her colossal boobs receded. Her enthusiasm faded as the diminution slowed and finally stopped... leaving her with boobs nearly a third again as big as Corinne's. "I meant it! I really was angry at Corinne!" she shouted at them, but they remained obstinately overdeveloped.

"Um, Marie, I don't think it's gonna work."

"No, I guess not," she admitted glumly, taking in the very oversized shirt draped loosely around her immense frontage. "At least I can walk around and get through doors like this."

"Yeah, and maybe you can come back to school."

"And face those bullies again? No way!"

"Hey, maybe you can hook up with Damian again. I seem to remember you two got kind of chummy."

Marie smiled, her face angular once more, her body slim, with only the breasts as a singular (and amazing) oddity of her physique.

"It could be worse. I could've been left with that gigantic ass I had a couple minutes ago," she mused. A mischievous twinkle came into her eyes. "Hm... now that I know myself a little better, wonder if Janey Wilcox could use some really huge boobs... ?"

Corinne shook her head. "I can't believe you, Marie."

"Hey, it's a calculated risk. Double or nothing!"

"More like triple... "

Marie groaned as she walked toward her room with Corinne. She wanted to see what was in her closet after this latest (but definitely not last) transformation.

TO BE CONTINUED