Say A Prayer

The priest sat in the confessional, looking at his watch.  "4:55," he said to himself.  "Just five more minutes, and I can get out of here."  At once, he heard the door to the booth shut.  "Father, forgive me," he heard a young woman say.  "I think I've angered God, and I need your help."  The priest sat, shaking his head, thinking to himself how often people blame God for their own problems and praying that this would be a brief confession.  He was glad that the booths weren't lit, so that she didn't see the smurk on his face. "Okay, my child," he said to the young woman.  "Tell me your sin."

It all started a week ago.  Elizabeth was working a double shift at Burger Czar on a Friday night, tired of the way her life was going.  Until last year, she'd been doing well at college and in love.  After moving with her boyfriend to another state, she found out that he'd had an affair.  She took the break-up hard, dropping out of college and working this dead-end job just to afford an efficiency apartment.  "Why me?" she thought to herself. "Why is this happening to me?"

While working the drive-thru, she noticed a beautiful redhead behind the wheel.  Naturally curly, smooth skin - and, as Elizabeth noticed while the woman looked for money in her purse, blessed with two huge basketball-sized breasts.  Elizabeth started to daydream about what it would be like to have breasts like that...  How many opportunities with jobs and with love she could have...  What they felt like...

"Excuse me, ma'am?"  The redhead spoke, jostling Elizabeth out of her daydream.  "I'm sorry," she said sheepishly.  "That's okay," the redhead said in a good-natured tone.

The rest of the shift, Elizabeth kept thinking about how great her life would be with breasts like that.  At 5'3" and 130 lbs., she was a brunette in good shape.  Still, she couldn't stop thinking about the redhead with the large breasts.  No matter what she tried to do, her thoughts were all about boobs.

Several hours later, Elizabeth entered the front door of her apartment, worn out from the shift.  She changed into her nightshirt and made her way to her sofa bed.  She kept thinking about how well-endowed the redhead was, and how much better her life would be with breasts like that.  She was so tired of the way her life had turned out.  Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind.  "I can't do that," she thought to herself.  "That sounds selfish.  Still, when you have nothing..."

She dragged herself off the bed, dropped to her knees, and started to pray.  "God," she said, "I'm so tired of the way my life is going.  I feel like if I had bigger breasts, I'd be able to live a different life.  I want perfect breasts that men desire. I pray that when I wake up, my boobs would be bigger."  She paused, waiting to hear some type of response.  After what seemed like an eternity, she climbed herself back to bed.  "I feel so stupid.  Like there's a God who will answer my prayers," she murmured to herself.  "Yeah, right."

Elizabeth woke up the next morning, glad to have a rare weekend off.  After breakfast and a quick shower, she went to put on her clothes.  "That's strange," she said aloud to no one.  Her bra seemed to be a little tight.  "34B my ass," she said.  "That's the last time I buy a new bra at a discount store."  Taking the bra off, she noticed that her breasts did seem to be a little bigger.  "Strange," she thought.  "They do look and feel a little fuller, but I'm not on my period.  Maybe...  No, couldn't be."  She thought about going braless, but even the slight jiggling made her change her mind.  "Guess I get to go bra shopping today. This time, I'm going to the mall."

She came home later that evening, pleasantly surprised at the increased attention she received from men while she was out that day.  "I can't believe I'm finally a C cup," she said to herself.  "Guess that'll happen when you eat all that fast food."

 

The following morning, she woke up a little late.  She was glad to have Sunday off, as it tended to be Burger Czar's busiest day.  She woke up in a haze, and went to take a shower.  It wasn't until she looked down that she realized that her breasts seemed a little fuller than the day before.  "What the fuck?" she screamed aloud.  She immediately got out of the shower and ran to the full-length mirror in her living room, feeling a bouncier - and more painful - jostling than she'd felt before.

Elizabeth just stood there, naked as the day she was born, with boobs that had grown large in just two days.  After a few minutes, she snapped out of it.  "I can't believe it," she said to herself.  "I have boobs... no, I have tits.  Big ones," she said with a laugh.  "I can't wait to go out and show them off."  While her new bra didn't fit her new breasts, she decided that it would help them to stand out.

She went out that day, going to the same mall - this time, with even more of a reaction from the men.  She was pleasantly surprised to receive a couple of phone numbers as well as jealous glances from women (not that she blamed them; two days ago, she would've been one of them).  She was also surprised at how much having breasts that big changed the way she had to move.  The days of making a mad dash through a store were long over.

 

She woke Monday morning to see the huge "7:58" on her alarm clock, letting her know that she beat her alarm by two minutes.  Until her recent growth, that had been the biggest thrill of the day.  She started to get up when she noticed that her breasts felt even heavier than they had the day before.  "Oh, shit," she said.  "I've got work in three hours.  Just how big did they get?"

Taking her bedshirt off, she noticed that her breasts - which had been a B cup on Friday - were now nearly twice as large as they'd been when she went to bed.  "Oh, shit," she kept saying to herself.  "What are they going to say?  I went from normal to seriously stacked in a weekend."  Then a thought hit her: If they keep growing, how big is she going to get?

Elizabeth called in sick and rushed to her car.  "I just hope that my doctor can see me," she said.  "This doesn't make any sense."  Between the feel of the shoulder strap of her seat belt between her breasts, the jostling of her breasts, and the tension on her back, she was growing tired of this daydream.  She just wanted to be normal again.

 

"So, Elizabeth, what seems to be the problem?"  Dr. Ryan, a slightly better-than-average looking doctor in his early 40s, entered the room looking down at his cell phone.  He looked up to find Elizabeth wrapped in a long black trench coat.  "Are you cold or something?"  "No, doctor," Elizabeth said.  "I know this is going to sound crazy, but over the last few days, my breasts have grown."

"Elizabeth," he replied, "breasts sometimes grow.  I'm sure you're just fine.  Let me take a look."  "Okay," she said, "but remember - I did warn you."  She removed her trench coat, and Dr. Ryan was taken aback by what he saw.  "Like someone took two bouncy balls and stuck them in her chest," he thought to himself.  "I told you," she said.  "Yeah, I believe you," he replied.  "I'm going to need to examine them."

While growth this fast was unusual, Dr. Ryan was a seasoned professional.  He'd seen a variety of breasts large and small, and had never gotten excited.  Still, as she began to remove her bra, he felt something he'd never before felt when examining a patient - he was getting horny.  "Control yourself," he thought, although his penis had other ideas.

After removing her bra, she looked up and noticed Dr. Ryan simply standing there, gazing at her breasts.  "Beautiful," he muttered, "simply beautiful."  Elizabeth noticed the signs of a full-blown erection in his trousers, and became amused that her breasts - her breasts - could do that to him.  "Dr. Ryan," she said, "are you okay?"

Dr. Ryan, however, was gone.  Once he noticed her perfect, huge breasts, they were all he could think of.  While she was initially amused at his reaction, having her doctor gawk at her for several minutes - obviously aroused and without speaking - was more than she could tolerate. She turned around, putting her trench coat back on - clutching her bra and shirt - and left, with Dr. Ryan still standing there, erect in more ways than one.

 

Elizabeth returned home, scared of the reaction Dr. Ryan had towards her breasts.  "If they made a doctor unable to function," she thought to herself, "then what would they do if a regular guy saw them?"  Scared, she stayed up all night, watching TV and trying to get her mind off of her growing breasts.  All of a sudden, she heard the alarm go off.  "Yes," she said aloud.  "I made it through another day, and my breasts didn't get any bigger."  Glad that her growth had subsided, she went laid down to get a nap.

"Father," she continued, "I woke up three hours later, and my breasts had grown even larger.  I didn't want to believe it, but I had two basketball-sized breasts attached to my chest.  That's when it dawned on me - I had prayed for this to happen.  I'd prayed to have bigger breasts when I woke up - I just didn't mean for them to be bigger every time I woke up."

The priest sat there, amused at the story.  "Well, my child," he said, "what do you want me to do about it?"

"I don't know," she said, sobbing.  "But I've been afraid to go back to sleep.  I dozed off yesterday, and they got even larger.  It looks like someone put two basketballs in my chest.  I don't know what to do.  Can you help me?"

Touched by her sorrow, the priest looked down.  "Let me pray on this."

After a few moments, he spoke.  "My child, I believe I've heard a response from above."

Elizabeth sat there, hanging on to whatever hope she had left.  "What is it?"

"I've been told to tell you that it's not God's fault that you can't better articulate your prayers.  You prayed, and he answered your prayer."

"No, please," she started sobbing.  "I don't want this any more."

"My child," he said, "you wanted all this to happen.  You wanted bigger breasts when you awoke.  You wanted perfect breasts that men would desire.  You wanted to live a different life.  Your prayer has been answered.  Now, go."

Elizabeth left the church, knowing that her life would never be the same again.