Addiction

Author's note: This is basically a retelling of "Obsession," with two new girls. For better or worse there are many thematic similarities. The character of Sheryl Ann was patterned after a real person who had some active input in the direction of the story. "Addiction" could not have been written without her help.

Gloria stretched her arms and legs one at a time, treading water near the side of the swimming pool. She was the last one still in the water. Her arms ached with the strain of the afternoon's practice. She couldn't wait to take a hot shower and head to the mall to pick up a new shirt. She had been thinking about it all day. She saw Coach Helfer out of the corner of her eye, poolside.

"Nice work today, Gloria."

Coach Helfer helped Gloria out of the pool and handed her her towel. Gloria shivered and wiped a strand of hair out of her eyes. It had worked itself loose from the cap on her suit. Coach Helfer walked her back to the shower room.

"I keep thinking you'll beat the school record. Maybe on Saturday?"

"Maybe," Gloria said. She watched the older woman enter the locker room and then the school proper. Gloria quickly rolled down her suit and turned on the shower, stepping into the water when it warmed up. Soon she was relaxing in the steam, and she pushed her suit down her lean body until it was lying at her feet. The Junior was Washington High's varsity swim team champion and team captain, on the verge of beating the school record of 1 minute 2.33 seconds for the 100 yard backstroke. Two weekends ago Washington had upset St. Anthony's, and in just three days was the regional conference. And I'm captain of the girl's swim team, Gloria thought, shaking her head. She scrubbed as much chlorine as she could from her skin and turned off the shower. She could still feel the pool chemicals on her.

"As long as I don't get close enough for someone to smell my hair. . ." she mumbled to herself.

As she dressed she looked at herself in the mirror. She was generally content with her body, and glad that it was both feminine and a swimming dynamo. Some girls on the team were. . . manly.

Gloria had shoulder-length black hair and a thin frame. She had a dark complexion, thanks to her Spanish mother. She wore an A cup bra, and thought her breasts were too pointy. Other than them, though, she felt she was reasonably attractive, and if she ended up half as beautiful as her mother she'd be happy. She buttoned her jeans and slid into her sandles. She hated to go to the mall in a baseball cap - it was so middleschool - but her hair was a mess and she had to get home quickly or her parents would be upset.

Sheryl Ann was honking the horn of her Dodge when Gloria stepped into the parking lot.

"Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming." Gloria ran to meet her friend.

Sheryl Ann and Gloria had been best friends since grade school. Some of the kids had made fun of Gloria because her skin was a bit darker, but Sheryl Ann never had. Because she was very pretty and a strawberry blonde, Sheryl Ann was always popular, and Gloria used to wonder why such a popular girl would want her as a friend. Now that the girls were older, she knew it was because Sheryl Ann was an impulsive person, who stubbornly made her decisions and stuck to them. And despite her popularity, she wasn't a bit snobbish or judgemental. She had decided to befriend Gloria and that was that. What others thought didn't matter. The girls got along well together.

The mall was typically deserted for a Wednesday night. Sheryl Ann wanted to look for a sale at one of the more upscale department stores, but Gloria rushed her to Fleece's, worried that the shirt she had seen last week night might have sold out. Luckily, it was still on the rack, and she took it to a register to buy it. It was a collarless crimson longsleeve, with a zig-zag black design. Just the thing to impress Ron, Gloria thought. Ron was her current crush, and was on the boy's swimming team.

The girls waited while an elderly man in front of them had his purchases folded and bagged. "That is a wicked shirt," Sheryl Ann agreed, popping a stick of gum into her mouth.

"It will look even better when I'm wearing it Saturday. If I'm lucky I'll be sitting with Ron again. I still can't believe we talked the entire way back from St. Anthony's."

Sheryl Ann was chewing her gum loudly. Gloria realized something, and grimaced. "Is that the same gum you dropped in the fish tank? Yuck!"

Sheryl Ann shrugged her shoulders. Her father kept various rare, exotic species of Siamese fighting fish. "Yeah, but it's my last pack."

She grabbed the shirt and held the material to her cheek. "Mmmm, I'm sure he'll notice you in this," she said, smiling at Gloria. "Maybe you'll even get. . . a kiss?" she winked at her friend and closed her eyes, rubbing her face against the shirt. She took a deep breath, snapping her gum and licking her lips.

"Okay, okay," said Gloria. "What are you trying to do, drool all over it?" She grabbed the shirt away from her friend and handed it to the clerk.

During the drive home, Sheryl Ann darted through a red light and Gloria screamed as another car swerved to miss them. It spun into someone's yard with a loud thud. The blonde kept on driving, her eyes wide as she craned her neck to stare into the rear view mirror. Gloria thought she was going to have a heart attack.

"Jesus! Pay attention, will you!" she shouted. "We should see if they're okay!"

"No way!" Sheryl Ann said. "Sorry. I didn't even see that light, I must have zoned out."

"No shit!" Gloria said. Her hands were sweating where she tightly clutched the Fleece's sack. The paper was wet.

Sheryl Ann shook her head and snapped her gum. "I was thinking about this gum. It's really good. The flavor is weird." She held the pack out to Gloria. "Want some?"

"No thanks," said Gloria, still shook up. She stared at the road. Was it her imagination, or was Sheryl Ann driving a little bit left of center? The blonde continued to talk, seemingly oblivious to the near accident only minutes ago. Something seemed to be wrong with her. Is she drunk? Gloria wondered. She was driving fine on the way to the mall.

Gloria considered asking if Sheryl Ann wanted to pull over so she could drive, but in the end decided against it. She wished she had taken her bicycle, like she had originally planned.

"I think you should put on extra perfume after you practice," Sheryl Ann was saying. "I can smell a pool smell. Not very sexy, you know?"

Gloria only mumbled in response, scratching her head through her ball cap. Several minutes later, Sheryl Ann pulled into Gloria's driveway and turned off the motor. Gloria looked at her friend, and then felt guilty as she smiled at Sheryl Ann's goofy grin. I hope those people in that other car are okay, she thought. She was still a little shaken up, so she forced a frown and got out of the car.

"Can I come in?" asked Sheryl Ann. Gloria shook her head, and was about to admonish her friend about the near-accident again when she noticed all the lights in her house were off.

"Shit," she said. "Mom and Dad already left for the Pops and I didn't bring my keys."

"You can stay at my house!" Sheryl Ann suggested.

"No, that's okay," Gloria said. "My window's unlocked. I'll climb up the trellis." As she trudged to the house she felt her new shirt slide from side to side in the brown paper bag. I've got too many things on my mind, she thought. The meet, Ron, my crazy psychopath best friend. . . She waved goodbye to Sheryl Ann, put the bag into her mouth, and started climbing.

Thursday morning Gloria felt much better. To her surprise, her parents weren't too rough on her for arriving home late. They knew she was busy preparing for the weekend meet; Gloria decided they were giving her some leeway since they felt guilty about not being able to attend. She wanted to apologize to Sheryl Ann for being a bit rude the night before. Maybe the driving mishap was caused by preoccupation, or something. If I'm always worried about things, thought Gloria, nothing says Sheryl Ann can't be either.

In English class, however, Gloria started to really worry about her friend. Sheryl Ann was snapping her gum in class, despite Mrs. Richards' frowns. When asked to read a passage from Nunnery Tales she stumbled over every word with more than two syllables. And she giggled a lot. Something was definitely wrong with her. It seemed for all the world that Sheryl Ann was drunk, or high.

Between classes, Gloria met Sheryl Ann at her locker. The blonde was primping in the mirror on the inside of her locker door. Gloria couldn't help but notice that Sheryl Ann wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were pushing almost sideways out of her smallish nylon shirt. Without support they really looked big. Jeez, Gloria thought, her nipples are huge. Sheryl Ann's bracelets jingled as she fluffed her hair.

"Are you okay?" Gloria asked.

"Hi Gloria!" Sheryl Ann said. "I'm getting myself ready for Math. I think I'll get a wave after school."

"What was that dummy act in there?"

Slowly Sheryl Ann stopped primping. Her smile turned to a frown as she looked into the mirror. She turned away from it, then leaned close to Gloria. "Gloria can you be abso-totally honest with me? Do you think I'm acting stupid? `Cause I think I am but I want to know what you think."

Gloria blinked.

Tricia Mullin saw the girls talking and ran over. "Hey Gloria," she said, "Stacy says that Ron told Bill that you were really looking good at practice the other day. He said that he knows with you on the team we'll win for sure!"

Gloria turned to talk to Tricia, excited that her crush was actually talking about her. As she ferreted out all the details, Sheryl Ann put her arm around Gloria and drummed her fingers on the dark-haired girl's shoulder, listening in. For some reason Sheryl Ann's presence felt unnatural to Gloria, and she noticed the distinct feel of one of Sheryl Ann's soft breasts against her arm.

"Okay, okay, stop hanging all over me," she said, pulling Sheryl Ann's arm off of her. Sheryl Ann giggled. Tricia left with her friends and Gloria turned back to Sheryl Ann, who was smiling happily as she chomped her gum. Gloria frowned.

"Now what were you saying?"

Sheryl Ann adopted a look of complete seriousness.

"Gloria, there's something weird about this gum. . .it's making it hard for me to think! But it tastes so good, I can't stop chewing it." Her sincerity disolved as she giggled and shrugged her shoulders, holding out the package so Gloria could see.

"Right, the gum is turning you into an airhead," Gloria said, unbelievingly. "Well, spit it out." Or at least chew with your mouth shut, she thought.

"But. . .I'm, like, addicted to it."

"So what, spit it out."

Gingerly, Sheryl Ann took the piece from her mouth and and held it between her thumb and forefinger. She stared at it with wide eyes, then slowly pressed it into the side of her locker, below her mirror. But her eyes looked longingly at the pack in her hand. Then she turned again to Gloria.

"Last night I tried. I really tried but all I could go was ten minutes without the gum, then I had to have more." She sniffled, then grabbed Gloria and held her, hugging her tightly. "Ever since I started chewing I've been so fuzzy about things, I can't concentrate. The more I chew, the worse it gets. I thought I'd get smart again after I woke up today but I didn't!"

"Hey, are you being serious?" Gloria said, trying to comfort her friend. Sheryl Ann's hands were kneading her back, making her uncomfortable. They were playing with Gloria's bra clasp. Gloria started to pull away, but Sheryl Ann held her close.

"Also, my boobs are bigger," she said, squeezing Gloria even tighter and rubbing her chest against her friend's. "Feel it?"

"Ugggh!" Gloria pushed Sheryl Ann away. She took the package of gum from her friend and slipped it into her purse. The bell rang and she hurried to science class, confused.

As Gloria changed into her suit for the afternoon's practice, she started thinking again about Sheryl Ann. Maybe she should say something to the school nurse, or Sheryl Ann's parents?

Once in the pool, Coach Helfer pushed Gloria even harder than the day before, but she didn't need to. On Tuesdays and Thursdays the boys' and girls' teams practiced partially together, so Gloria was performing at peak speed, hoping Ron would notice. To her surprise she shaved another few seconds off of her time. At this rate I might very well beat the school record after all, she thought.

When she was finishing her stretches, Ron came over to the side of the pool to talk to her. Her heart raced, and she wondered if she was going to have a heart attack and sink to the bottom of the pool. Ron was in her class, but had never really spoken to her until she had tried out for the swim team at the end of last year. To her surprise, she had made captain. At first she had thought it was simply because no one else was very good. But her mother said that Spanish women were naturally good swimmers, and Gloria now wondered if it might be true. More importantly, would Ron be interested in a Spanish-American girlfriend? Gloria didn't want to even mention it, for fear of jinxing the possibility. George Washington High was a big school, with a diverse group of students, but there was still a strong bias against non-caucasians. Only Sheryl Ann and a few other friends knew how serious her crush on Ron was.

Gloria couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious about her smallish breasts, also. A lot of the boys made jokes about Ron's breast fetish, and she had often wondered if it was truth or rumor.

"Well now, you just keep getting better and better," the handsome boy said, leaning over her. His chest was broad and strong. And athletic. Gloria blushed.

"I'm just doing my best," she managed to say.

"Keep it up!" he smiled. Gloria allowed herself a peek at his butt as he walked away. Things were definitely looking up.

That night, Gloria dreamed she was back at the pool. Everything was hazy and blue, as if the only light was from beneath the water. She was in the deep end, but strangely enough she didn't need to tread water. Holding her hands out, on the surface of the water, seemed to keep her afloat.

"You still need to work on your backstroke," Ron said.

Gloria looked around, but couldn't see him. Then suddenly he was floating beside her. "Let me show you how it's done." He leaned her backwards slowly and began moving her arms in the water. He pushed her harder and harder, his face getting closer to hers.

She could smell his breath. His lips brushed against her cheek, and then they were on her mouth, sideways. She tried to turn to kiss him head on but when she turned in the water he moved with her. His lips were very soft. They were wet, but didn't taste of chlorine. Instead they were almost fruity. It was an odd taste, but Gloria found her tongue slipping into his mouth to experience more of it. Their tongues touched. The farther she put her tongue into his mouth, the more of that delicious fruity taste she wanted.

Ron's hands were on her chest. Her suit seemed to be missing - somehow it had slipped off. He was thumbing her nipples. He shouldn't be doing that, thought Gloria. She struggled slightly against him, feeling herself wake up. The dream was fading away around her, the pool disappearing. No, she thought, I need to taste more. I can't wake up yet. She sucked at his tongue to get as much of the fruity flavor as possible.

With a start she bolted upright in bed, knocking someone onto the carpet of her bedroom. There was a loud thud. Gloria screamed and Sheryl Ann jumped up.

"Shhh! It's just me, it's just me!"

Gloria pulled the sheets from her waist and covered herself. Her T-shirt had slipped off and her chest was bare.

"What are you doing? Yech!" She rubbed her mouth in disgust. "I can't believe you were doing that!" Her stomach turned; she felt like she was going to puke. Her chin was wet with Sheryl Ann's saliva, or her own. She shuddered.

Sheryl Ann giggled. "Gloria you're so hot! You snore like a little Spanish kitten. I couldn't help myself!"

Only the top two buttons of her shirt were buttoned - she slid her hand into it and rubbed her breasts. They stuck out roundly, slightly parting the fabric. Gloria thought she must be dreaming again, for she knew Sheryl Ann didn't have breasts that large. They looked like little melons. As she caressed herself, Sheryl Ann snapped her gum.

Realizing what had happened, Gloria looked over to her purse, still sitting on the rocking chair. The pack of gum and an empty wrapper were on the floor in front of the chair.

Gloria's parents burst into the room. "What the hell is going on here?" her father demanded. He rubbed sleep from his eyes. "Sheryl Ann is that you?"

The blonde dropped her hands to her side. "Yes Mr. G." She giggled and twirled her hair on a finger. "I came to ask Gloria about homework. I guess I scared her." Gloria started to say something, but couldn't think of anything that could possibly sum up what she was feeling. She felt tears in her eyes.

"Jesus Christ," her father said. "It's two am. Ask her tomorrow. Now get on home."

Sheryl Ann started towards the window.

"Out the front!"

"Gloria, you should tell your friend to use some common sense."

"I will, I will," Gloria mumbled. First her father, now her mother. Both parents were giving her such a hassle about Sheryl Ann's late night visit. Gloria crunched her toast and stirred her eggs around her plate. The food was so unappetizing. The whole morning was weird. Gloria felt like she wasn't fully awake, like her mind was still a bit dulled and dreamy.

How could things get so weird all of a sudden? Her best friend since the fifth grade was going through some kind of sexual crisis, or just plain had problems. First she is touchy-feely in school, thought Gloria, now she is climbing into my room to kiss me? What the hell was going on? Sheryl Ann had never even so much as hinted about being a lesbian, or having lesbian thoughts. And her obsession with that gum. . . Gloria briefly wondered if it really could be the gum causing such drastic personality changes.

Was there something funny going on with that gum? Maybe she should try a piece. . . just to make sure. . .

For some reason she had been thinking about the gum all morning. Drinking a glass of water after she woke, she had tasted a bit of the gum's fruity flavor, apparently dried on her chin or upper lip, from Sheryl Ann's kisses the night before. Or maybe she had imagined it? In any case, her mind kept going right back to where the pack was, in the inside side pocket of her purse. . . What am I thinking, she wondered, I never chew gum. She finished eating and got ready for school.

Gloria looked for Sheryl Ann everywhere before homeroom but couldn't find her. Maybe she skipped, Gloria thought.

But the blonde walked into English class, and Gloria did a doubletake. Sheryl Ann's breasts were at least twice as big as normal. They were even bigger than last night, looking like a D cup or larger. They bounced and wobbled with every step, low on her chest, as they swayed behind her thin white T-shirt. Again Sheryl Ann was braless. Her fat nipples were easily visible. One of the guys in the back whistled, and Sheryl Ann winked at him and blew him a kiss. Her lipstick was red and outrageous, her eyeshadow was over-applied. She was wearing a black miniskirt and fishnet stockings, and very high pumps. Gloria's jaw hit the floor. She's dressed like a hooker, she thought.

"Nice boob job!" someone said.

Gloria felt embarassed for Sheryl Ann as her friend made even more mistakes in class than yesterday. She was still chewing a piece of gum, presumably the one she had stolen last night. She held up her copy of T.N.R.'s Nunnery Tales.

"Mrs. Richards do you have a book with pictures? I can't figure out these Nunny Tales." The whole class thought it was a joke, and laughed. She sucked on a strand of hair in confusion. With a hand she scratched the bottom of her left breast, then shook her shoulders and giggled at the sensation, causing her boobs to jiggle. Her eyes kepy glancing around at the other students, especially the group of guys in the back.

To Gloria's surprise, she found herself having difficulty following along in the book as well, as Mrs. Richards began pointing out the significance of various passages. The teacher made a chart on the blackboard of the different characters and their qualities, but it didn't seem to make sense to Gloria. She still felt like she wasn't fully alert. She found that just as she was able to grasp something, Mrs. Richards was moving on. What's happening? she thought, I can't concentrate. . . She really started to worry.

As soon as the bell rang she grabbed Sheryl Ann and steered her outside into the hallway, in the corner partially behind the classroom door.

"Sheryl Ann, I don't know what's going on but we need to stop it now. You have to see a doctor. Whatever that gum is, it's screwing up your mind. And it's not normal for your boobs to grow that much in two days!"

"Don't I look hot?" Sheryl Ann said excitedly, cupping her breasts. "They got even bigger last night, thanks to this magic gum. They feel great, like they're full of nerves and stuff." She smacked her lips and Gloria could smell the gum's fruity flavor.

"What's with that gum?"

"I don't know, but it's definitely magic!"

Gloria felt her mind drifting. In spite of herself, she leaned closer to Sheryl Ann, inhaling through her nose. The smell was wonderful. Sheryl Ann's breath smelled so nice. . .

"Magic?" Gloria asked. Was it her imagination or was Sheryl Ann moving even closer to her? Or was it the other way around?

"You know, from being dropped in the fishtank. . ."

But gum soaked in a fishtank couldn't cause the mental and physical effects that Sheryl Ann was undergoing, could it? Gloria didn't know what to think. She felt Sheryl Ann's hands on her waist. She felt drawn to every breath her friend made. Each exhale brought more of the fruity scent into her nose. . . if she opened her mouth she could almost taste it.

"You want it, don't you?" said Sheryl Ann. Gloria's mouth was open. Sheryl Ann blew into it. Her breath was hot.

"What are you doing, stop. . ." Gloria mumbled. Her mouth was watering and she couldn't seem to finish the thought. She felt Sheryl Ann's full breasts press against hers. Her lips were only inches from her friend's, her nipples were hardening. Sheryl Ann's breath was so fruity, Gloria practically swallowed her every breath as it left her mouth. The moist exhalations were thick and wet. Sheryl Ann's hands slid down Gloria's waist and onto her hips.

"Gloria, I know you want it. Remember how good it tasted last night. . ."

Their lips brushed and then they were kissing, and Sheryl Ann was pushing her tongue into Gloria's mouth. It pushed the gum in along with it. The kiss was over as soon as it started. Sheryl Ann backed away from Gloria, giggling at her dumbstruck friend. Gloria found herself immediately chewing and trying to stretch and suck all the flavor out of the warm piece of gum. Halfheartedly she looked around to see if anyone had noticed the kiss. It seemed that no one had.

"I needed a new piece anyway," said Sheryl Ann. She took Gloria's purse from her limp shoulder and rifled through it as she walked away.

Science is sooo boring, thought Gloria. She sat with her head propped between her hands, chewing the gum slowly. Each motion of her jaw pushed against her hands. It felt nice. Mr. Adams droned on and on about parts of things, and about words that Gloria recognized but didn't really want to think about at the moment.

What am I going to do? she thought. If I'm not careful I'll get addicted to this gum, too, and then if I don't stop I'll end up as dumb as Sheryl Ann. She wondered if the gum would give her big boobs, too. If it did, maybe she could keep the big boobs and still be smart? Maybe she could chew the gum just long enough to get bigger boobs and stop before it made her stupid. Big boobs wouldn't be so pointy. Plus they might attract Ron.

She glanced down. Was it her imagination, or were her breasts a little heavier?

After science class ended, Gloria tried to remember if she had done her homework for government class or if she was going to have to go back to her locker and get her book. Did I do it or not? she asked herself. But the memory just wasn't there. Tricia found her in the hallway.

"Gloria, we're real worried about Sheryl Ann. I mean first she gets her boobs done and that's fine with me - girl power and all that - but now she's strutting around like the biggest slut in Washington High. What's up with her? I mean, like, has she said anything to you?"

"I don't know, maybe she just wanted to change her image."

Gloria didn't want to even begin to try and explain about the gum. She wondered again if the gum was going to give her big boobs, too. She glanced at Tricia's chest. Just a little bigger than hers would be perfect, she thought. Tricia was looking at her strangely.

"Well I don't know anyone who wants to be the class bimbo. Have you tried having a conversation with her? Sammy says Sheryl Ann fucked Pat Laymon out behind the band bus, and then gave his friend, that big dumb guy, a blowjob in the boy's bathroom! Now, I don't know if that's true or not, but can you believe it?"

"Uh-huhhhh..." Gloria said, not paying close attention. It semed that Tricia was talking too fast. "What?"

Tricia repeated herself. "That's what Sammy says," she added.

Gloria forced herself to concentrate. She remembered how conservative and sweet Sheryl Ann had been. First she started kissing me, now she was sleeping with guys? Not even the class cuties, but kinda yucky ones? This had to stop, right now! She left Tricia and headed for the lunchroom. It took all her willpower, but on the way there she forced herself to spit the gum into a trashcan.

Sheryl Ann snapped her gum and looked at the food on her tray.

"Yucky, veggies," she said. She took out her compact and added some eyeliner.

Gloria stared at Sheryl Ann's massive chest. Several inches of cleavage were showing. God, they're really like melons, she thought. Gloria felt a strange attraction toward her friend, and remembered their kiss earlier that day. Throwing away the gum didn't seem so smart, now. She wanted that taste in her mouth again. Sheryl Ann's lips were full and thick, covered in lipstick. I bet her nipples are the same color, thought Gloria. She shook her head to try and dispel the image. Her own nipples had been hard all morning, now they were starting to show behind her blouse. She tried to loosen her blouse a bit so they wouldn't be quite so obvious.

Sheryl Ann put her compact away and smiled as Gloria fidgeted. "I'm horny," she said.

Gloria felt something on her leg and looked down into her lap just in time to see Sheryl Ann's foot plop right into it. Sheryl Ann twisted her ankle and her pump came off, lying on its side on one of Gloria's thighs. Each of Sheryl Ann's toes were painted the same bright shade as her lips. Nipple color, thought Gloria.

"Uh . . . what are you doing?" she asked.

Scrunching and flexing her toes, Sheryl Ann suddenly pushed into the crotch of Gloria's jeans. They prodded and poked into the material near the seat of Gloria's chair, causing her to gasp. "No. . ." she said, lifting up slightly to escape the invasive touch. But Sheryl Ann's big toe followed and seemed to find just the right spot to rub, no matter how Gloria twisted. Eventually she stopped trying to avoid it. In spite of herself she found herself scooting forward against the blonde's foot, pushing into it. She let out a soft moan. God I hope no one is watching this, she thought. But that was part of the thrill, too. . . Looking up, she found Sheryl Ann's eyes locked on hers, a smile on the girl's face. Her right arm crossed her chest under her right breast. Her hand was in her lap and somehow Gloria knew that the increasingly firm foot thrusts were paralleling her friend's fingers.

God, this is terrible! What if someone sees us? Gloria thought. But she couldn't will herself to stop.

Sheryl Ann's shoe dropped to the floor. Gloria was pushing back harder and harder, feeling the wonderful sensations as she was very firmly rubbed. Her legs were involuntarily spread wide, her hands tightly grasping the tabletop. They kept her chair from sliding backwards. She could hear her friend's breaths rising, and saw her own chest heaving. Her nipples were harder than they had ever been. They hurt and she wasn't even touching them.

It felt better and better. Sheryl Ann was pushing hard and it was almost painful, except that it felt so nice. . . Even masturbating had never felt this good. She felt something coming, some feeling rising that was completely new. While masturbating she had always wondered if what she experienced was orgasm or not - now she knew that it hadn't truly been, that she was finally going to experience it. It was coming faster and she knew she wasn't prepared. She moaned, trying to keep her voice down, as it hit. She came. A new feeling of warmth and pleasantness swept over her. "Ohhhhh. . ." she said, as the feeling repeated. Absently she dropped her hand to her pants and felt her damp crotch as Sheryl Ann's foot withdrew.

"Gloria. . . you are . . .aah. . . such a. . .tease. . ." Sheryl Ann said, her own body shuddering. She was biting her lip, and she emitted a high-pitched squeal through her lips. The girls looked at one another, then Gloria looked away. Her heart was pounding, she felt a drop of sweat slide down between her breasts. I can't believe I just did that, she thought. Right in the middle of the cafeteria. With my best friend. She was still thinking about it, her hand in her lap, when Sheryl Ann stood up.

Gloria watched as she put on her pump then walked halfway across the cafeteria to a table full of junior and senior guys. She sat in an empty seat and put her arm around one of them, Tom Wilkins. Her breasts pressed up against him and he looked into her cleavage, startled. Gloria couldn't tell what they were saying, but she could see their surprise as Sheryl Ann almost straddled Tom's chair and put her hand into his crotch, squeezing and groping him. The formerly loud table quieted as everyone leaned in to watch Sheryl Ann give Tom a hand-job. Her other hand drifted up to her chest and caressed it.

When one of the assistant principals came into the cafeteria the boy on the other side of Sheryl Ann pulled her away from Tom so the assistant principal wouldn't see anything out of the ordinary going on. When the man left the cafeteria Sheryl Ann turned to the other boy and moved his hand from her shoulder to her tits, then put her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. One hand dropped back to her breasts as she helped him fondle her.

As an argument broke out across the room, Gloria wondered how long she'd have to sit in the cafeteria before the dark patch on her jeans dried.

Practice was a complete flop. First, it was quite evident that her breasts had grown a bit when she tried to cram them into her suit. Secondly, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't come close to her previous best. Since this was the last practice before the next day's meet, she concentrated on the 100 yard backstroke. The best she could do was three seconds below her previous best. But her average was much poorer, almost 2 minutes!

Gloria burst into tears when Coach Helfer yelled at her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't know why I can't swim any faster," she said, sniffling.

As the day had progressed, she had wanted the gum more and more. How could she swim when all she could think about was that flavor? Somehow she had lost her purse and the gum was in it. I wish Sheryl Ann was picking me up again today, she thought. Even if she didn't have another piece we could make out, or something. She was startled at the new way she was thinking about her blonde friend, about her body . . . These thoughts kept popping into her head. Coach Helfer interrupted her train of thought.

"Look at me when I speak to you!" she yelled. "You swam like a fish yesterday in front of Ron, and I know you're thinking about him now! You've got that dreamy look in your eyes! Well just remember that he's going to be there tomorrow so if you want to impress him you'd better start taking the backstroke seriously! I'm considering making Lisa captain for next semester!"

She threw her clipboard into the shallow end and stomped into the locker room. Gloria felt ashamed as the other girls looked at her. Lisa was smirking happily, and Gloria frowned at her. She had never liked the sophomore girl. God, I'm the team captain and I suck, she thought. This is terrible! She looked down into the water at her slightly pinched breasts.

Suddenly she knew where she could get a piece of the gum! I deserve it, she thought. If I had had a piece today I could have kept my mind on swimming. She shivered in excitement, and climbed out of the pool, foregoing her end-of-practice stretches. She didn't care that the rest of the team was whispering quietly behind her.

In the locker room she twisted her body in the mirror, examining her breasts. They were still pointy but they seemed to stick out a little bit more. After her shower she put on her bra and it was indeed tighter; she felt more squashed in it. Wow, she thought, this is amazing. It's actually working! She showered and dressed quickly, then ran out of the locker room.

In the school proper, she went to Sheryl Ann's locker and opened it. There were three pieces of dried gum stuck to the inside door. Gloria pried the one below Sheryl Ann's mirror off and sniffed it. Instantly she knew it was the right one, and popped it into her mouth. It took a few seconds to get it going, but soon the familiar flavor was washing over her tastebuds. It was stronger than the piece Sheryl Ann had given her after English class. Her body shivered involuntarily. She sighed.

"I wonder what a brand new piece is like?" she wondered aloud. Then she hurried outside to find her bike and head home.

Gloria had to take the gum out for dinner, but after that she put it right back in. She sat on her bed and closed her eyes. Okay, she promised herself, I'm only going to chew it long enough to get a little bit bigger boobs. After that I'll stop, because I don't want to get addicted and turn into a bimbo like Sheryl Ann. Thinking about her breasts growing made her almost giddy. The best part was that Ron was going to see her in her suit tomorrow. I am going to be so hot with big boobs, thought Gloria. He won't be able to resist me! She held her new shirt up to her blouse, but dropped it on the floor after a few minutes of posing in the mirror.

She gingerly felt her chest, and her nipples hardened immediately. Her bra was really starting to get uncomfortable, so she took off her blouse and examined herself. She slipped her hand into one of the cups and tried to adjust her breast for a better fit, but there was just too much flesh to fit inside comfortably. She was definitely not an A-cup anymore. She unhooked her bra and gazed at herself in her mirror. She could see a noticable change already. Her breasts were starting to thicken against her chest, and were more curvy all around. And her dusky aureole seemed wider.

"Awesome!" she said.

She sat on her bed again and continued to chew, letting her bra slide into her lap. Her mouth seemed so full of saliva, the gum was making her swallow often. It made her burp. She looked at the clock and noticed something funny. It read 9:45. Hadn't she just come upstairs from dinner? It was really weird. She cupped her breasts again but couldn't tell if they were bigger or not. They felt heavier when she leaned forward. When she moved around they seemed to pull more.

She wanted to kiss them but they were too far away. By pushing her right breast up, she managed to at least lick and taste the skin. It tasted nice, but she wasn't sure if it was becuase her skin was yummy-tasting or if it was the gum. A lot of saliva had trailed down onto her stomach. She wiped it up, licking her fingers, and then went downstairs for a snack.

"Gloria, Jesus Christ put a shirt on!" her father said.

"Huh?"

Gloria realized she was only wearing her sport shorts. Embarassed, she ran back upstairs, stopping halfway up to grab her breasts, which were bouncing painfully. Jeez, I gave my own dad a peep show, she thought. This gum is dumbing me up more than I thought.

She went to take it out, but decided to look at herself in the mirror first.

"Cool!" She couldn't believe how big she was getting! Her breasts looked like little baseballs now. She automatically started rubbing her chest, and found they were getting more and more sensitive as they grew. Touching them seemed to awaken other parts of her body. She remembered how Sheryl Ann had masturbated her in the school cafeteria. With one hand she groped her new boobs while the other slid inside her shorts.

"Wake up honey."

Gloria's mom shook her shoulder and then kissed her on the cheek. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Gloria said. Groggily she reached up to grab her mom and pull her into the bed, but the dark, beautiful woman was already standing in the bedroom doorway.

"Have fun at the meet today," she said. "I just know you're going to break that record. I wish your father and I could be there." She blew Gloria a kiss and went downstairs.

Gloria settled back into bed. Her brain felt like it was full of cotton, but in a nice way. Something was missing, but she wasn't sure what it was. Whatever it was she wanted it back. It was important. She rubbed her jaw. "Ouch," she said. It hurt, as if she had been chewing the piece of gum all night.

The gum! She felt around her mouth with her tongue but it wasn't there. Her pillow was all wet. Yuck, she thought, I drooled all over it. But she could smell a hint of that wonderful fruity aroma in the dampness, mixed with the scent of her hair. It was a little sexy. She licked experimentally at the pillow but it was nasty and cold. Where could the gum have gone during the night?

She jumped out of bed to search her room. Immediately she was aware of an additional growth in her chest. She grabbed her new, orange-sized boobs in disbelief, then began groping and fondling them. They stuck out so far, it was hard to believe they were a part of her. Her aureole were so wide - looking in the mirror, they seemed to stretch across almost two thirds of the front of her breasts. Her nipples were still small, but they were much more sensitive. Every squeeze and twist made Gloria shiver, and it wasn't long before her hand was buried between her legs and she was groaning. I wish Ron was here to fuck me, she thought. She was surprised at her lustful thoughts; never before had she been so. . . horny. Her mind exploded and it was several minutes before she remembered where she was.

She searched her room two times but there was no sign of the gum anywhere. I can get some from Sheryl Ann, she thought. Suddenly she remembered what day it was and something dawned on her.

"How can I swim with these boobs?"

She was by far bigger than any other girl on the team. Looking again in the mirror, she looked to have at least D-cup boobs. No suit would fit her. During the backstroke her tits would be plowing through the water like a sideways shark's fin. What could she do? She felt like crying. The meet was her only chance to impress Ron. She decided to burn that bridge when she came to it. One thing is for sure, she thought. I can't chew any more of that gum.

"I promise that I won't chew that gum any more," she said. Her brain still felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and she knew the gum was lowering her intelligence. She had to fight the craving. At least she didn't have any around to tempt her.

She showered as quickly as possible, spending the majority of the time washing her new breasts. They were starting to ache from all the attention, but they still felt marvelous. Gloria decided to save time by devoting just one hand to her breasts, and the other to washing the rest of her body. But she kept forgetting and using both on her boobs, and then that would lead to one hand disappearing between her legs. Hands were going back and forth, and the easiest thing was to let them go where they wanted and not think about it. . .

The most annoying thing was she had to stop masturbating several times to adjust the water, because it kept getting cold. She wished Sheryl Ann was in the shower with her. Wow, the gum turned me lesbian, she thought. But that didn't make sense because she still wanted to fuck Ron. With her hands squeezing and fisting of their own volition, her mind opened up to all the strange desires flooding it. It was so confusing. . .

She had a bra hooked around her waist and was ready to pull it up when she realized there was no way it was going to fit. Duh, she thought. Earth to Gloria, you've got big tits now. Even her mom's wouldn't fit, she knew, and decided to go braless. It was sexier, anyway.

"Oh my god," she said, looking at the clock. Somehow it was 9:26 already and the bus to the regional meet was about to leave from the school parking lot! She put on a pair of shorts and her new shirt, which she couldn't quite get tucked in. But she had a cute navel so it was okay. She pinned her hair back, grabbed her swimming bag, and ran downstairs, holding her breasts automatically because they hurt when they bounced.

She dumped her bike by Washington High's entrance and ran to the waiting bus. She held her swimming bag to her chest, hiding her new growths from Coach Helfer, who was waiting in the front of the bus with her arms crossed. The bus was full. Looking around quickly, Gloria was unable to find Ron. She moved to the nearest seat with a vacancy, and sat down before realizing she was sharing a seat with Lisa. "Shit," she murmurred under her breath. Lisa glared at her. Coach Helfer addressed the bus.

"Ok," she said, "It looks like we're finally all here, so we can get going. As you know the meet's being held way out at Bakersfield again this year, so we'll probably get there around one o'clock. You'll swim better if you take a nap, so do it! That's an order. And I hope you all ate pasta last night like I told you. I better not hear anyone say they ate something besides pasta!"

Gloria put her knees up against the seat, scrunching up. She didn't want to remove the swimming bag from her chest, afraid of Lisa blabbing to Coach Helfer about her new boobs. Her mouth was dry and she wished she had eaten some breakfast. The craving for the gum just would not go away. She squeezed her hand into a fist. I will not chew any more of that gum, she thought. I will not, I will not, I will not. Suddenly something dropped onto her swimming bag.

"Hey Gloria," said one of the girls from the seat behind her. "Here's your purse. Sheryl Ann said you left it at school yesterday. You must have been looking everywhere for it."

"Um, thanks," said Gloria. She knew what she wanted was inside. As she stared at the clasp on her purse, the bus pulled away from Washington High.

Half an hour into the trip, Gloria still sat in the same position, staring at her purse. Her knees felt cramped and she wanted to stretch. The bus had quieted down somewhat, and most of the kids were trying to sleep. Lisa had a small travel pillow resting between her head and the window. Her eyes were closed. Every few minutes, she let out a soft snore. The freshman boys on the other side of the aisle had also fallen asleep.

Slowly and quietly, Gloria lowered her swimming bag to the floor. She sat up straight in the seat, regarding her purse below the twin mounds stretching her shirt. She didn't know if it was her imagination or not, but she thought she could smell the gum through the purse vinyl. Her fingers rubbed the metal on the clasp. She was trying so hard to fight the craving. What were her fingers doing?

The purse popped open. In the side pocket was the package of gum, its only remaining piece sticking out proudly. Gloria felt her nipples stiffen and watched as they slowly became visible beneath the fabric stretched in front of her. There was a note next to the last stick of gum. She unfolded notebook paper.

     Gloria its for you.  Are your boobs big yet.
     They will be.  I quit the gum its all yours cuty.
     I got something better.  See you later, allergater.

     X X X X Sheryl Ann

Gloria's hands were sweating. She wanted to taste the gum so badly. I have to get rid of it, she thought. I want it too badly. . . She wondered if she could open the window and throw it out onto the highway. But Lisa was in the way. The brunette gave another soft snore. Her long brown ponytail was hanging across her chest. A few strands had slid into the collar of her T-shirt, and Gloria could see the dark hair through the thin cotton, before it disappeared between her small breasts.

"Oh no," mouthed Gloria.

Though she hated Lisa, the shape of the girl's body was suddenly making Gloria wet. Her nipples ached. She held out her hand and cupped the air just centimeters from Lisa's right breast. She could feel the warmth from Lisa's body, and imagined what the soft boob would feel like. She shifted in the seat, rubbing her legs together. She remembered how the craving for the gum had vanished while she was masturbating in the shower, and while Sheryl Ann was masturbating her in the cafeteria. Maybe that was the key.

It was worth a try. An idea formed in her head.

Gingerly - her hands as steady as a surgeon's - Gloria slid the remaining piece of gum from the package and removed the wrapper. The smell was intoxicating. It was a fresh piece that had never been chewed. She summoned all her willpower to keep from shoving it into her salivating mouth. Instead, she folded it into a small brick and held it in front of Lisa's lips. Lisa's nose twitched slightly. A few moments later, she snored again and Gloria quickly pushed the gum between her lips and into her mouth.

Lisa murmurred, but didn't awaken immediately. She continued to doze while Gloria watched her intently. Soft sucking noises came from her mouth. After a few minutes the ponytailed girl awoke and looked at Gloria, confused. She immediately noticed Gloria's chest.

"Your boobs. . ." she said. Then she seemed to realize the gum was in her mouth. Gloria could see her tongue exploring it. But instead of spitting it out, Lisa only began chewing. She seemed slightly dazed. Gloria could smell the fruity aroma. In fact, it was quite strong, and she realized that maybe disposing of the gum in Lisa wasn't such a good idea after all. The craving increased.

"What's happening?" Lisa said. "What is this?" Her eyes were wide and questioning. She moved her hand to her mouth but made no effort to remove the gum. Her jaw continued chewing. She gazed again at Gloria's large breasts and erect nipples, plainly visible. She leaned slightly closer to Gloria.

"Am I dreaming?"

The smell of Lisa's words washed over Gloria, who was powerless to resist the onslaught of need and desire the aroma created within her. "Yes," she said.

She reached over and cupped Lisa's right breast, feeling it's warmth and softness. Somehow it felt even softer than her own. The nipple was a tiny point, pressing into her palm like a soft pencil eraser. Lisa shuddered, but didn't say anything. She watched, only chewing, as Gloria gently squeezed her, then trailed a finger up between her breasts to her neck, then her wet lips. Lisa's tongue lapped gently at it. Gloria brought the finger to her own mouth and sucked the other girl's saliva from it. Her body shivered in delight.

She pressed herself tightly against Lisa and forced her lips onto the dazed girl.

As the bus pulled into the Bakersfield High School parking lot, Coach Helfer started yelling at everyone to wake up and get ready. Gloria felt like she was waking up from a long and wonderful dream, a fantasy which she didn't want to end. She fought against it. Suddenly she remembered where she was and realized she was struggling against Lisa, who was trying to push her away. The girls separated and Gloria wiped the wetness from her face and chin. Even her neck was damp. Her lips felt suddenly cold without Lisa's against them. Her stomach felt like it was full of a gallon of her own and Lisa's saliva. Her tits felt. . . distended, huge, full as well.

She looked down and saw a half moon damp spot on her shirt, from the sloppy makeout session. Her boobs were at least two inches bigger all the way around. They were like a roll of rounded flesh hanging just above her lap, a bulge that her shirt could only just barely conceal the bottom of. They made her shirt look like a tube top. The bus rolled over a speed bump in the parking lot and her boobs bounced, painfully. Their rounded bottoms dropped out of the fabric. They wobbled up and down like jelly. Quickly she grabbed her swimming bag from the floor and covered them.

What have I done? she wondered. I don't even remember my tits growing. She tried to recall the bus ride but her mind was blank. She tried to think about anything besides her tits and failed. Big, big tits. My god, she thought, the gum has turned me into a bimbo! She tried hard to think, to break free from the fuzz in her head. My pussy, she finally remembered. I have a pussy, too!

"How?" someone said.

Gloria looked at Lisa, who was staring with astonishment into her own shirt. Gloria could tell that the girl's breasts had grown several cup sizes, and her bra was now hanging uselessly above them. She was still chewing the gum. Before Gloria could allow the craving to resurface, she cradled her mammoth new boobs in her swimming bag and joined the students filing off the bus. She tottered as her back strained against the new weight. It was like she was wearing a backwards backpack. They were so heavy!

"I could hold them if I didn't have my bag," she said.

"What?" said one of the girls on the team. Gloria looked at her, confused. In the parking lot, she saw what looked like Sheryl Ann's Dodge, except with many dents and scrapes. No way, she thought. She followed the crowd.

In the Bakersfield High locker room, Gloria remembered that she was supposed to be swimming soon, and that her big whoppers were a secret. She couldn't wait to jump in the water and surprise everyone. Especially Ron!

She waited until no one was looking, then moved to one of the handicap access showers for privacy. She put her swimming bag on the white plastic bench and pulled off her shorts and shirt. Naked, she absentmindedly began squeezing her boobs. But when she heard Coach Helfer addressing the locker room she reluctantly turned her attention to her swimming bag and her suit inside.

"Listen up ladies! You're going first, then the boys will be at three o'clock. There's been a change from last year and the medleys are now at the end of the program, so I want the relay team ready as soon as possible. Where's Gloria? Where's Lisa? We've got to be ready in fifteen minutes for the 100 yard backstroke. Has anyone seen Gloria?"

It sounded like Coach Helfer's voice was getting closer and closer. Gloria tucked her hair into her cap and then stepped into her suit. She pulled it up as far as she could, but there didn't seem to be a way for it to cover her volleyball-sized breasts. Something was wrong because she just couldn't figure it out. Someone was rattling the door to the stall.

"Gloria, is that you in there?"

Gloria pulled on her suit even harder, but that only gave her a wedgy and made her think about her pussy. It was a one piece suit; after stepping into it, she had to pull the straps up over her shoulders. Gloria tried to bend over and get her arms through the straps, but the material kept hitting her boobs and just wouldn't go any further. Plus bending over made her tits pull uncomfortably. She grimaced in pain. It felt like the skin on her tits was going to stretch off.

Looking in the mirror, she could see her thin body with its dark complexion - attached to two pale globes of flesh that wobbled with every movement she made. For a second she regarded how white and caucasian her breast flesh looked, how it slowly merged to gray and then light brown beneath her armpits. . . then the stall door was flung open. It was Coach Helfer.

"What the FUCK?" she yelled, staring at Gloria's chest.

Gloria stammered. "Well, surprise my boobs got bigger and. . . uh like. . . I hope you're not mad at me!" Her voice sounded higher than she remembered it being.

Coach Helfer could only stare. Gloria felt her nipples hardening, and tried to keep her mind on track. Being stared at was turning her on. Her hands danced only inches from her erect nipples. One of the girls on the team peeked in from behind Coach Helfer and gasped.

"Why me, God?" Coach Helfer said. "Why me?"

She turned away from the stall. "Someone find Lisa and tell her she's doing the 100 yard backstroke!"

"Wow, Gloria, you're bigger than me!"

Gloria looked around in confusion. Her eyes were red from crying. She was sitting in the first row of the poolside bleachers, next to the concession stand. She was back in her shorts and shirt. Coach Helfer said she couldn't swim, which meant she couldn't impress Ron or any of the other sexy boys on the team.

She glanced over her shoulder and to her surprise saw Sheryl Ann. The blonde was wearing sunglasses and a halter top that revealed her generous cleavage. Her breasts were noticably smaller than Gloria's, though still quite large. Gloria couldn't help but look at them. She thought they were maybe an EE cup, and automatically reached out to touch them.

Sheryl Ann pushed her hand away. "Not now," she said. "I've got something you are gonna love!"

She pulled Gloria to her feet and the two girls wobbled over to the side of the concession stand. Tucked into a corner by a pile of folding chairs was a fishtank filled with brilliantly-colored fish swimming back and forth. A hose led from a tap on the side of the concession stand and was curved over the side of the tank. It was on, and the excess water was spilling over the side of the tank onto the concrete. Another hose snaked away from the bottom of the tank.

As Gloria watched, Sheryl Ann twisted a nozzle at the bottom of the tank and all the water began draining into the second hose. Soon the tank was empty and the fish were flopping in a pile on the grill at the bottom. Sheryl Ann reversed the drain nozzle and the tank began to fill again.

Gloria couldn't understand what was so great about torturing fish. She could only stare at the rainbow patterns on their fins. She tried to count them but they were moving back and forth so quickly that it was hard for her brain to follow them.

"Some fish," she said.

"Do you get it?" Sheryl Ann said. She kicked the hose attached to the bottom of the fish tank. "This dumps out into the pool. I've been dumping this fish water into the pool for the last hour. It's filled with turbo boob-growing power!" She giggled happily.

Gloria giggled, too, in girlish delight. But she wasn't sure what was so funny. She couldn't figure it out. She looked from one hose to another and wondered why the fish were next to the pool. She decided that Sheryl Ann must have brought them here. It's not fair, she thought, I was always smarter than Sheryl Ann and now she's smarter than me. She had to be really smart to think of something like this. I want to have big tits and be smart, too.

"Help me, Sheryl Ann, I want my brains back," she said.

"Forget about that." The blonde tweaked both Gloria's nipples through her shirt. In spite of herself, Gloria moaned. Then she felt more hands on her breasts and looking down was surprised to see she had started fondling herself again, unconsciously. Looking past her full melons, she regarded the fish tank again.

"I wanted you to find out in the water," Sheryl Ann said. "But now I guess you'll just have to watch the other girls." She looked over Gloria's shoulder and smiled.

"What are these fish called?" Gloria asked. "They're pretty."

"I don't know, Boobius biggius or something. Like, duh, tits-for-brains, these are the fish that were in the tank I dropped the gum into. These are what gave us the big boobs! Now for the biggest part of the surprise!"

Suddenly someone put their hands over Gloria's eyes. "Guess who!" said a masculine voice. Gloria's heart leapt. She knew that voice!

"Ron!" she cried. She pulled the hands from her face and turned. It was him! He was already wearing his suit - and only his suit - and Gloria's eyes dropped from his broad chest down to the bulge at his crotch. Instantly her nipples went on full alert and she felt desire wash over her. Before she knew what she was doing, she embraced him. Her breasts pressed into his lower chest, and his eyes widened with surprise as he gazed down at her enormous chest.

"Shit, that stuff really does work!" he exclaimed. "Fucking unbelievable! Gloria is that really all you?"

"It's all me!" she giggled, squashing herself even tighter against him. Mashing herself into him felt so comforting, like she didn't have to worry anymore about anything. She forgot all about how sad she had been just minutes earlier.

As Ron led Gloria back to the bleachers, he explained what was going on.

"Gloria, when Sheryl Ann came to me and said she had a way to make your tits as big as hers - or bigger - I just couldn't believe it. But what the hell, right? You know, I've always dreamed about having a big-titted girlfriend. So I came up with a plan to use the magic fish here at the meet today." He gently slid his hand beneath one of her breasts and she sighed at his touch. "I didn't plan on you growing so soon, but fuck if I care how it happened!"

He paused.

"Uh, you will be my girlfriend, right?"

"Yes!" she shouted. "Do you really like them?"

"Gloria I LOVE them!" he said, and Gloria felt her pussy getting warm and squishy.

As they sat down, the announcer's voice came over the public address system. "Welcome ladies and gentleman to the Bakersfield Junior Weissmuller High School Swimming Competition. Competing this afternoon are teams from George Washington High, St. Anthony's. . ."

Gloria could see Coach Helfer admonishing Lisa by the side of the pool, next to the lane markers for the backstroke competition. Lisa was picking and pulling at her tight suit, which could barely contain her expanded breasts. "I don't want to hear any more 'my boobs grew' stories!" Coach Helfer was saying. She was swinging her clipboard around like she always did when she was angry.

". . . followed by the relays and the medleys. After a half hour intermission we will begin the boys' competition. Coaches, please bring your swimmers to flag A1 for the 100 yard backstroke."

Gloria put her head on Ron's shoulder as the swimmers lined up. All she could think about was how close she was to his penis. How easy it would be to slip a hand into his Speedos, to stroke it. What would it feel like? How big was he? She hoped he was really big. She tried to twist herself back and forth, rubbing her breasts against him. Couldn't he feel her boobs pressing into his arm? Why wasn't he looking at them anymore?

Sheryl Ann walked over for a second and handed a large popcorn container to Ron, winking and holding her mouth as if to stifle a giggle, then returned to the fishtank. Gloria smelled butter. She looked in the container and saw it was filled completely with yellow grease.

"This is the artificial butter they use on the popcorn here," Ron said. "All the guys usually put a little on before a competition. Cuts down on friction."

"What's it for now?" Gloria asked.

"You!" Ron pulled Gloria's crimson shirt away from her chest by the collar and poured the warm grease into her cleavage. It ran down her stomach and soaked her shorts.

"Eeeeeeew!" she squealed with delight. It was so gooey.

Ron reached into her cleavage and began massaging her slippery breasts. His fingers played with the slick nubs of her nipples and she moaned with satisfaction. An old man sitting next to them grunted in surprise, but when she closed her eyes he disappeared. Her hands found her breasts and helped Ron fondle them. The oil on her skin was making soft slurping and sucking noises. She thought of sex. She could feel the oil mixing with her own lubrication down below.

A referee fired the starting pistol and the six girls dove into the water. The bang startled Gloria, and she opened her eyes to watch the event. Her brain felt like it was being overloaded with the sensations from her boobs, and kept trying to find some correlation between what she was feeling and what she was watching. The girls doing the backstroke were making her tits feel sooooo nice. She realized this was the event she was supposed to have been in. Lisa was trailing the other swimmers by a full body length.

"Watch," Ron said.

All the swimmers were in roughly the center of the pool when they began to slow. Gloria watched as they first grabbed their suits, then stopped swimming and began hopping up and down or treading water. All had confused looks on their face. Their hands were at their chests.

Coaches were yelling by the side of the pool.

"It's the goddam back stroke!" Coach Helfer was screaming out above everyone else. "So goddam do it!"

"Oh yes," Ron said. "It's working." He was rubbing Gloria's boobs harder now, and she wanted to move her hands to her shorts but they kept getting knocked aside by Ron or hitting her boobs. She seemed to be moving in slow motion compared to his groping hands. It was like she had tunnel vision - or tunnel sensation - centered on her enormous tits. It would feel even better centered on her pussy, wouldn't it? Why couldn't her hands get away from her boobs?

The girl from St. Anthony's was the first to pop out of her suit. All the girls at St. Anthony's were big to begin with, so for the swimming team they had to wear minimizing suits. The girl's breasts squeezed sideways out of the hole next to her armpits. She was flailing in the water, trying to cover herself, when her left shoulder strap slid down. She tried to pull it back up and it snapped.

"Oh my god will you look at that!" someone in the bleachers yelled.

An African American girl in the lane next to the St. Anthony's girl ripped her suit open and sighed as her dark breasts were freed. As Gloria watched, they seemed to be expanding further, glistening in the water like small bowling balls. They bobbed and floated.

Ron moved behind Gloria, his legs on either side of her, straddling her. She felt a very large and very hard erection against her ass. It must have popped out of his Speedos just like the girls' boobs, she thought. That made her giggle. It all seemed to make sense. The artificial butter was irritating the skin beneath her fingernails, but still she squirmed her hands among Ron's beneath her shirt.

Parents were running down the bleachers towards the pool, causing Gloria's ass to vibrate against Ron's erection. She tried to twist around to see it but he wouldn't let her. Her boobs were starting to hurt, but she couldn't do anything. Her pussy ached to be touched. She felt an orgasm approaching, but it was coming sooooo slow. . . she wanted it now! She wanted to come more than anything in the world.

After a minute or two all the swimmers' chests were exposed, their full breasts bobbing in the water. Lisa had pulled her suit completely off, and was massaging her breasts and pulling on her nipples, a dull look on her face. She bumped against the African American girl and they dreamily began exploring each other's bodies.

"No, don't get out. . . of the water!" Ron was yelling.

He was humping Gloria's ass, holding her tight beneath her breasts with one arm as the other groped each tit in turn, back and forth. Her tits were bouncing. Her shirt was soaked with oil and gripping her breasts like a second skin. She realized she was moaning, but couldn't seem to figure out how to stop. The pleasurable ache in her crotch grew stronger and stronger, and Gloria gripped the bleachers with both hands as her body finally allowed her to grunt in delight. Orgasm after orgasm washed over her. Everything faded away.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed.

Gradually the colors and shapes became familiar, and Gloria realized she was watching a crowd of people gathered at the side of the pool, helping the swimmers onto the concrete. Parents were wrapping towels around their daughters. Coaches were yelling at one another, and the referees were huddled in a circle. Paramedics were talking into walkie talkies.

Ron's hands were massaging her much more slowly now, and Gloria realized he must have climaxed as well. The thought of her shorts and back sticky with his cum was a turn on, and she began feeling herself heat up again. I'm so horny now, she thought. Why can't I think about anything but sex? What am I going to do? But her body's demands were impossible to ignore. She recognized the feeling, the addiction. She realized she had found a true replacement for Sheryl Ann's gum.

She reached back to try and touch Ron. Her crimson shirt was around her waist, stretched all out of shape and soaked with grease. Her pale bosom was wet and glistening in the afternoon sun. She was bare-chested and still being fondled. Occasionally slurping sounds came from Ron's hands sliding in and out of her cleavage. The bleachers were empty; everyone attending the meet was milling around the pool's edge.

"Lower," she groaned above the noise of the crowd. "Touch me lower. I'm not all boob you know."

Cool water dribbled into her cleavage and down the slopes of her melons. It tingled strangely, familiarly. Gloria's hands went to her breasts.

"At least not yet," Sheryl Ann said. She shook the last few drops from the hose onto Gloria.