CONTENT WARNING: The text below is, by its intent, explicit in nature. It is unrated and for mature audiences only. This is neither intended nor suitable for any minors, nor adults that do not want to be exposed to descriptions of non-realistic sexual intercourse in a fantasy setting. It is your own choice and responsibility if you continue reading.

I’ll break it down for those hard of understanding:

Non-realistic — The things described herein do not work in the real world. Not At All! And by that, I mean “not at all”. Just like you can’t turn a frog into a prince, there’s no way to turn the plain maid into a big-chested princess by blowing her up. You’ll just end up with pieces of dead plain maid all over the room. So, don’t even for a second think about it. I can’t believe I’m actually writing this. It’s like having to say, “hey, you know, broomsticks don’t really fly, so you better not grab one and jump out the window, m’kay?” Are there really people that stupid out there? Gosh, I hope I never meet one of those.

Sexual intercourse — Two or more people of the same or different sex and legal age, doing teh nastay together. Ask yourself, and be honest: Do You Want To Read About That? Should you read about that? Are you legally entitled to read that? If “No”, then What Are You Doing Here?

Fantasy setting — Far, far away in a mirror universe. Faery tale. Magic. Wizardry. Totally made up. Out of this world. In other words, restating the obvious: Do Not Try This At Home!

Connie’s Weed, Part 4 — Revenge Blown Out Of Proportion

by

Paul Gerard (a pen name)

It’s the evening of Halloween, and Connie’s BFF Marge neither forgot nor forgave their object of shared detestation, Pearl, for hooking up with Marge’s ex-boyfriend Danny. Bent on revenge, Marge uses her temp job at the Diner to lace the happy couple’s drinks with the last of Connie’s berry juice and goads Connie into something they’ll come to regret. As transformations get out of control, Connie must face a decision that will change some lives forever…

First Draft, started October 2008

This version, May 2010

Spellchecked: mostly by computer.

Proof-reading: Nope. Sorry. Well, of course I read it through several times, but since I’m not a native writer of English, how am I to judge if the word X in the context of Y really means what I was so sure it means? Also, you may find grammar constructs of elevated weirdness ;)

Obscure musical reference:

“You stole my heart and left me blue / It looks like crime pays for you …” — Hall & Oates, Crime Pays

Altaerna – a world, where the laws of reality may become mere guidelines at any given time, where magic and machinery are intertwined, where all those things creeping in the shadows of fantasy may step forward onto the mind’s stage.

Apart from that, it’s not so different from ours. This story unfolds in a time close to our own.

What happened so far:

Part 1: Shy and slender biology student Cornelia “Connie” Prince finds out she’s different: She can see plants and fruits that other people just don’t notice. Enticed by the prospect of a lucrative discovery, Marge, her raven-haired, spunky, sorta-kinda BFF, ends up with a mouthful of the strange berries by accident, and the mouthful soon turns into a pair of ample handfuls. Connie tries to get some of that for herself, only to find out that her power to see the fruits means she’s immune to their body-changing properties. During her self-experimenting, she involuntarily triggers another growth spurt in Marge and is forced to admit, to herself and to Marge, that she’s attracted to excessive breasts.

Part 2: Is Connie’s giant(ess) nightmare a harbinger of things to come? The very next day, Marge comes up with an idea to turn Connie’s gift into lots of cash, Connie gets cold feet but a nice set of handwarmers, and then a stormy night and a white lie lead Marge down a different path.

Part 3: A berry-juice-fueled g/g romp in a secluded lavatory of the university leaves Marge four-breasted and immobile, forcing Connie to admit that she still has stashed away quite some of the transformative nectar. The outgoing raven falls for the lure of easy money and uses her augmented appearance to become the buxom star of a burlesque show, hiring Connie as her body mechanic. In the end, Connie decides to use her powers to set Marge as straight as she can, but will that be enough? Halloween approaches, and Marge invites Connie to meet her at the diner, with intentions unknown…

Chapter 11: With Great Power Comes … Great Mischief

“Marge, that’s crazy,” Connie protested quietly, trying to move her lips as little as possible. She drew up her shoulders, sitting with her arms crossed and her elbows on the narrow table of the two-seater booth in a corner of the busy diner. Her fingers fidgeted with a few strands of her straight, long, ash-blond hair. Leaning against her waist was her old backpack, and the small flask with the last remainder of the glowing liquid waited inside.

Just a sip, and then … the power, whispered her treacherous thoughts in the back of her mind.

Connie shook her head to silence the alluring voice, brushed her hair out of the way and tugged nervously at the sleeve of her pullover. The cheap leather imitate of the bench’s upholstery creaked under her jeans-clad buttocks as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Connie glanced around. She was the only guest without some kind of halloween mask or disguise.

“Marge, really now! We can’t just — darn, why did I even come here? I should’ve never listened to you in the first place. It’s wrong! Pushing it too far. Much too far.” She chewed on her lower lip. The flashing green light from the neon tubes of the signpost in the parking lot outside gave Connie’s narrow, pale face a sick look, and her agitated breathing carried an undertone of shivers.

Marge had her notepad open and acted as if she was busy writing Connie’s bill, standing by her table. It was half past seven p.m., and her shift was almost over. From the corner of her eyes, the buxom waitress glanced hatefully at the happy couple of Pearl and Danny, vampire queen and pirate, sitting at a small table across the room. Raising her hand to brush a few unruly green strands of her revealing witch costume’s wig back behind her ear, she whispered under her breath:

“Oh come on! Just let her boobs blow up her top? Right here in the diner for all to see? Now’s your chance! She’s primed. They’ve swallowed their whole cups of laced java and never noticed a thing! She even tipped me on the bill! See?” Marge wiggled her shoulders. A greenback sprouted prominently from the valley of her breasts. “That bitch, first she steals my guy, and now she even feigned a little embarrassment when she recognized me. — Hurry, they’re about to leave! Come on! Her honkers are almost falling out of her neckline already with that vampire hussy costume of hers! So have them spill on the table! Give her something to whine about! Make her a laughingstock!”

Yeah, like your dairy section is not about to come crashing, too, Connie grouched as Marge leaned over the table and her two bloated hemispheres bulged forward, driven by gravity and guided by the deep, V-shaped neckline of Marge’s tight costume. At least Pearl doesn’t let any wide-eyed gawker tug a dollar in her cleavage.

Marge put down a paper cup in front of her friend and nodded at it, keeping her eyes on Connie.

Come on, wimp, said her face.

Connie couldn’t recall why she suddenly held the empty hip flask in her hand, its screw-on cap dangling on the small metal chain. Inside the paper cup swirled the last of the berry juice. Connie stared down on it.

No, I know better — I shouldn’t, I really shouldn’t — what if —

Under the table, Marge kicked against her shin ever so slightly. “Huh? Pretty please? Scare her, just a little? That’s the very last of the harvest, so here’s our only chance to get even with her. If that isn’t a worthy cause to spend it on, then what is? You want to, too, don’tcha?”

Connie bit her lip. Marge had a point there. If the plain, timid blonde was a mouse, then Pearl wasn’t a cat by comparison. No, Pearl was the six hundred pounds white tigress in the Las Vegas spotlight who crushed whole armies of Connies under her diamond-studded claws without even noticing, oblivious to the horrid pulp of dreams and hopes dripping from her hands like the world was oblivious to the faint glow of the strange plants and their berries.

“Well, maybe a little. Yes,” Connie admitted. Though Pearl had never been really mean or anything, she just was so much more than the bland young woman that her presence alone had made Connie hurt and ache, crushing her self-esteem. Being the butt of many of Pearl’s thoughtless insults and unflattering remarks hadn’t helped Connie’s self-worth either.

“See?” Marge goaded her on. “What’s the worst that can happen? You’re the big bad witch now. Make that bloodsucker your little voodoo doll. Oh, lighten up, for goodness’ sake! Just have a little fun at her expense. Remember what you were able to do to me. And? It’s all back to normal! It doesn’t show at all!”

Except you’ve turned into a mean slut ever since you got those boobs, Connie thought. She didn’t say it out loud, because, slut or not, Marge was right after all. She longed to get even with Pearl. Finally. After all those months. And, ironically, on Halloween. Real witching around on Halloween. That was the icing on the cake. Connie knew she would never again get such a chance. Next year, Pearl was destined to be up high among the captains of the industry, sixty floors and a thousand miles away. Good riddance, but …

No. Not gonna back down, not again. For once, just for once, I want to stand up to that have-it-all and gloat.

Connie exhaled and grabbed the cup.

“Bottoms up!”

She emptied it to the last drop in two big gulps. Moments later, the wavefront of glow and that delicious feeling of control streamed in hot pulses through her veins. Her breath quickened. Connie felt herself become more. Now she owned the place. Everything was within her reach. The world obeyed her, and the feeling was just so good. A mean little grin painted dimples into the corners of her mouth.

Oh yes. Yes. Let’s start slowly.

She closed her eyes, placed her hands flat on the table and focused on Pearl’s nipples. What might they look like? Big — no. No, not big. Starting big was no fun at all. No, they would be tiny.

Connie’s smile widened. Yes, tiny felt right. Tiny, tiny nipples. And Pearl’s manicured fingers would involuntary brush over them as she reached for her mantle. Faintly at first, those rough buds would start to throb, to swell. Rubbing against the bra. Oh yes, it would feel so good. So arousing. That shameless cunt, she had surely had her mind on a little nightly fun for the whole day, planning, wishing, working herself up into dripping, readying herself to drain her stud into her to the last drop.

Okay, so let her enjoy it for now. Let them have their fun and play.

Connie shuddered, feeling the tickle and the warmth spreading through her body as she tweaked the world around her. They would go out into the parking lot, Pearl and Danny, his arm around her shoulder. Slowly she’d get nervous now, because her bra would begin to get uncomfortably tight. And then tighter and tighter as the breasts bulged into the cups—

“Not me again!” Marge hissed nervously, stooping down with one hand on the table and the other pressed against her straining neckline. Connie’s bubble of wicked delight burst. She jerked in her seat and tried to think of ice cubes and cold water. The pricking in her fingers dissipated, though the glow remained.

“I wasn’t thinking of you!” she whispered under her breath.

“Well, I felt it in my rack, m’kay? You focus a bit better next time, right?”

“But—”

Marge glanced over her shoulder.

“Dammit! They’ve left already! Okay, so that explains it. Maybe you need to be closer to her or have a line of sight or whatever. Connie, grab your things and go get your car. Hurry, they’ll drive someplace and start humping, I just know it! I’ll catch the manager and take the rest of the shift off.” She jiggled her breasts. “Won’t be a problem. He’s putty in my hands, he’s been ogling me for days now. Ooh, yes! We can swat two flies at once! Danny, you’ll regret shagging her! Tonight, she’ll crush you under her cans!”

Marge threw her backpack onto the rear bench and jumped into the passenger seat. The aged upholstery groaned and squeaked a faint protest.

“Ready, go go go!” She shoved Connie as she leaned in to slam the door shut.

“Where to? And what’s that in—”

“Binoculars and a video camera. Wouldn’t want to miss that show for the life of me! Pearl, say hello to MyTube! What? Oh don’t give me that look! Step on it! Let her rip!”

“Where to?! By now, they could be anywhere!”

“Spoiled brat has her own private mansion, didn’t you know? Parent’s summer house or something. So I don’t think she’ll shag on the back seat of her Porsche when she’s got her very own playground nearby.” Marge hesitated. “Say, does a Porsche have a back seat?”

“Uh— what?”

“Forget it. Turn right at the next crossroad, and then ten miles north on the interstate. Well? What are you waiting for? We’ll still have to climb the garden wall, but it’s covered in vines and I haven’t seen any security there. We can sneak right up to her windows. Hey, do you think Housewrecking Hooters Girl is a good title for an uploaded video? Or should we call it Ballooning Boobs Bimb—”

Connie glanced at her friend.

“Whoa, back off! You stalked her? She could have had you locked away if she’d noticed! What are you, nuts?”

“Hey! She hooked up with my boyfriend, for fuck’s sake! I’m entitled. C’mon, hit it!”

The low light from the dashboard painted evil shadows into Marge’s face, and her eyes had a fiery glow to them which Connie didn’t like at all. This was all getting out of hand, too far, too fast, again. But she obediently shifted gears and brought the rattling carcass of her car out on the road, where the traffic kept her occupied enough to keep her from pondering beyond I started it, now I need to keep things under control until it blows over.

Chapter 12: A Pearl And A Growing Oyster

The wide tires of the sports car ground to a halt in front of the two-storey mansion with the sprawling garden.

“Well, I’m glad we’re out of there,” sighed Danny, relaxing into the bucket seat after Pearl’s unleashed driving.

Pearl turned the key, and the gargling of the engine died down. She reached for the door handle, hesitated and laughed. “Oh yes, tell me about it! I didn’t know the diner had become a hooters! I never saw breasts like those on that waitress ever before. Sweetie, you don’t think I was a bit over the top, tugging her tip in between them, do you? I’m not exactly familiar with the customs of that kind of establishment.”

Danny stared at her. “You did not recognize her? That was Marge! Your classmate!”

“Classmate?” Pearl shook her head. “No, I — no, wait, there was this one girl, always hung out with that blond weirdo. Naaah. She was practically a boy, from the looks of it. Haven’t seen her for a while, she must’ve dropped out some time this year.”

“That’s her! Pearl, I swear, that was Marge! For a moment there, when she brought the plates and held the knives, I thought we’d be dead! She’s got quite a nasty temper, and — she must’ve had something done to her chests, she wasn’t that huge when I dated her —”

Pearl slanted her head and placed her forefinger on his lips. “Whoa, Danny. Remember what we agreed upon? We don’t want to hear about each other’s pasts, ever. I wasn’t quite Mrs. Nice before I met you, either.”

He fell silent.

“Oh, all right,” she sighed, holding her temples with her left hand. “If you need to get it out of your head, then spill it.” Her smile returned, and she licked her lips. “Besides, a girl’s wise to know what gets her man going. Especially on their big night! So? What was her trick? I bet I can beat her at it!”

“I sure hope not! Marge and me, we went out a couple of times, but she got so clingy, and that one night when she jumped me, I — I got scared of her. She was so, so fierce and reckless in everything she did. I broke up with her hours before we met.” Danny lowered his head. “Sent her a text message. I was just scared shitless. I couldn’t face her. I was such a total dickhead …”

“Texting a goodbye? You know, Danny, I now have to do this in the name of all womankind, right?”

Slap.

Pearl leaned in and kissed his burning cheek.

“Then again, if you hadn’t dumped her like that, I wouldn’t have found my sweet sad moping boy that evening, eh?” she whispered. “Let’s not talk about the past any more. Let’s not talk at all!” Twisting over in the confined car, she twined her arms around his head and closed his mouth with her soft lips.

“Danny — Danny, Danny, Danny!” Pearl broke their wild kissing on the doorstep and shoved him away, playfully. “At least let’s get inside first! What happened to the meek cutie? You’re like some wild beast tonight!” She smiled and ran her forefinger along his jawline. “Mmmh, Lady likes her very own horny stallion. Oh, are you going to get a special trrrrrreat for Halloween!” she growled, turning as she searched her handbag for the door key.

“It’s you! You’re my hot little devil girl,” he moaned, pressed up against her back and nibbled at her ear. His hands strayed from her firm buttocks, ran over her narrow waist and ended up cupping her ample breasts. She giggled and fumbled at the lock until the door to her mansion swung open.

“Be a darling and fix us something to drink,” she purred, put her head in her neck and added, her voice a mere waft now, “—first.”

Wrestling free from his embrace, Pearl pointed over her shoulder at a huge door frame that led into a dark room. She unmounted from her high heels in a hurry and kicked them across the hallway before she threw her mantle after them on a not-quite-neat pile in a corner.

“Fridge’s stocked. Through the living room, under the kitchen counter. Take your pick. I’ll put on my special Halloween surprise now.”

She waved to him and danced up the stairs.

Danny exhaled through pursed lips. His eyes followed her swaying hips. Wow. She’s so hot. Oh, this is gonna be a crazy night!

After Pearl disappeared upstairs, Danny looked around.

I never knew she’s that well off. Damn, the hallway alone is bigger than my whole student flat. Must be family money. Heavens, how she must’ve laughed after she saw my shack. He smiled. She didn’t dump me then, though.

He walked through the double-wide slide door into the dark living room. A few lamps in the walled garden cast dim, greenish light from the outside through a row of large patio doors. The twilight revealed the contours of tall wall units full of books, and the solitary red dot-eyes of a sleeping flatscreen TV and stereo stared back at him from the shadows.

“Danny—!” purred Pearl from the top of the stairs.

“Uh, sorry, I—I’m still searching—”

“Well, stop searching and sit down on the sofa, so you can see the staircase, ’kay? Nngh. Ouch, that’s tight. Okay, now — friggin’ plug thing, c’mon — Now! So, are you sitting—?”

“Yes…?”

“Ready or not, here I come,” she cooed.

Click. Click.

The hallway went dark but for a moment, then a single spot pulled the stairs from the blackness.

Tock. Tock. Tock…

Her feet appeared. No, make that her toe tips appeared. Danny gulped. The last time he’d seen anything like these high heel boots, it had been in some freaky high-octane sci-fi action blockbuster. Glossy black leather creaked. Only after Pearl’s knees descended into sight did the boots end and the fishnet stockings and garters begin.

She paraded on down the stairs, swinging her naked hips, putting one foot before the other with slow, slinky gracefulness. No panty hid away her dark curly bush. Pearl’s hands rested on her hips, accentuated by the garter belt and the corset around her already narrow waist. Her breasts, heavy and yet shapely, hung ever so slightly over the rim of the corset’s cups. The soft mounds kept shaking and bobbing with every hard tock of her pointed heels. Every stair and every feline roll of Pearl’s shoulders aided in the swaying movements. She held a cheap plastic wand in one hand and slapped it into the palm of the other with each step down the stairs. A tacky, pointy witch hat rested on her head, and the wide rim hid her face in the shadows. Her glossy, painted lips shone like a red grinning wound.

His mouth fell open. As he made an effort to rise from the couch, she lifted a forefinger and waved a no-no while stepping into the living room.

“Tsk-tsk-tsk. Sit, boy.”

Two more steps, then she stood in front of him, turned around and took a challenging stance with her legs wide apart and her hands on her hips, peering at him over her shoulder. She bent forward, slowly bending her knees and pushing out her rear. And when he reached for those toned buttocks with his hands, she slapped his fingers hard with the wand. He yelped and pulled back.

“Ouch! What—”

“Shush. Bad Danny. Danny needs a little punishment for his attitude. And it’s witches night. I get to play tonight. Maybe later I’ll let you find out if a witch’s tit really is that cold.”

Her bare crotch hovered above his groin for a few moments, then she straightened up again, running her fingers over her thighs.

“Your special magic wand’s hardening now?” she inquired.

“You bet!” he answered hoarsely.

“Already hard enough for a little demonic fun with your mistress of the dark?”

He nodded. “Hard enough for all the horny demonesses in hell.”

She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows.

“Tall words, traveller. I’ll have to verify if your poker’s fit to stir my embers,” she replied, spun around and knelt down between his legs. The wand flew across the room and clattered down in a corner. Pearl’s fingers tugged at the buckle of Danny’s broad pirate belt, worked the button of his jeans, and then her long blood-red fingernails snatched the zipper. She took her sweet time, teasing him as she opened it slowly, letting the slider jump one metal tooth at a time while she ran the splayed fingers of her other hand over the bulge in his trousers.

“That’s ‘hard’ for you? Oh Danny,” she purred and shook her head. “that’s not nearly good enough for me. This boy needs fattening before he’s ready to be shoved into the oven, methinks. Let me help you along some more.” Her tongue circled her lips, leaving glistening wetness in its wake. “I want him hard enough to rip your jeans.”

Danny clenched his hands into fists and groaned as heat rushed into his rod. The tough denim creaked. In the blink of an eye, his dick tore his trousers’ zipper open and ripped apart his slip. It stood rock-solid with a slight upward slant, the glans throbbing with his racing heartbeat.

Connie blinked and shuddered. Her face screwed up. Marge glanced at her.

“You okay?”

Connie’s face smoothed again.

“Yeah, yeah. First bout of a headache, I guess. How much longer?”

“With your rust bucket? Couple o’ minutes. The back road, over there. See it?”

“Wow!” gasped Pearl. Her fingers ran over the hot flesh in front of her face. She traced the bulging veins. “Now that is hard. Danny! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Mmm, what other secrets have you been hiding?” She pulled at his trousers until they hung around his ankles.

“It’s you! He’s never been like that before!”

“Ooh, well played, Mister Sweet-Talker! Every lady likes such a compliment!” She smiled and licked her lips. “The big bad witch is going to eat you anyway, skin and boner, y’know?” She wrapped her fingers around the throbbing pole and whistled appreciatively. Every push and pull she did went straight on into his hips, as if his rod was bolted to his bones.

“Now that’s a hard-on if I ever saw one! You truly have the hots for me, huh?” She jiggled her jugs. “Or for those sisters?”

“The three of you!” he gasped.

“Uh-huh?” Her lips moved closer to the head, and another shudder went through the rod in her grip. Pearl cocked her eyebrow. “I think your love meat’s not quite done yet, huh? You know, I like to feel a really big pole inside me. Maybe we can make it grow a bit lo—oommggg!”

Danny hissed through clenched teeth. Another bolt of fire raced through his body. The sensations of his manhood’s expanding flesh trapped his mind between the delights of pure bestial potency and the howling pain of over-stretched skin. With creaking and groaning noises, Danny’s rod gained another two inches and pushed its fat tip right in between Pearl’s lips. She jerked back in surprise.

“Did you see that?” she gasped.

Danny dug his fingers into the cushions and threw his head back into the couch’s upholstery, again and again.

“See?” he moaned and panted. “I felt it! Gods, it was as if my dick would rip apart! What are you doing to me?!”

“What am I — I’m not doing a thing! Your dick suddenly jumped into my mouth, Mr. Stallion!”

“Well, y—iiyyyhh! Hiiiiii!”

He tried to retort, but found it impossible to utter words. All he managed was a hoarse whinnying, and the brutish feeling of strength in his crotch increased ever more. Pearl backed away further. His dick outgrew anything remotely human and entered the realm of red-hot fetish fantasy, throbbing to sixteen inches of taut skin with a porcelaneous gloss and pulsating veins.

“Stop that!” Pearl gasped.

And it stopped. Instantly. His manhood stood straight up, a flagpole swaying ever so slightly and standing to attention. She licked her lips and narrowed her eyes.

“Hiiii! Fffrrr. Chhhr. Chrrr.”

Staring at Pearl’s breasts, Danny whinnied, bared his teeth and snorted, with his elbows pressed to his ribs and his forearms raised, his hands dangling at the wrists and his legs twitching nervously.

“Oh stop that! You’re no stallion, Danny. Your dick only happens to look the part,” she chided.

Danny gasped for air and cleared his throat. His face turned pale as he tried to shrink away into the couch pillows.

“I was — my head, like I couldn’t — Pearl, I didn’t know you have — I won’t tell anyone you’ve got those powers! Please, don’t t—turn me into s—some mindless—,” he stuttered, staring at her in sudden horror.

Pearl’s eyes grew big. She slapped her hands over her mouth, staggered backwards and started to giggle hysterically, shaking all over. “You — you think I’m a real witch? You think I did that—?”

She grabbed her forehead and paced up and down in front of him, trying to calm her racing thoughts.

“Danny, I’ve got no clue what’s going on here. I — I haven’t — it’s impossible! It’s like twilight zone! That’s not how the world works. That can’t — it’s all wrong!”

He whispered something that Pearl couldn’t quite pick up.

“Sorry, what?” She turned to face him —

— And stumbled as the momentum of unfamiliar weight dragged her upper body on. Pearl fell forward, bumping her shoulder into Danny’s unyielding pole. He yelped in pain, then she came crashing down on him with her chest swaying about like two big shopping bags full of pudding. The couch toppled.

After a few breathless seconds filled with numb pain, she struggled to her elbows on top of his midriff while his dick kept on thumping against her cheek, caught between her shoulder and her neck. Pearl pushed herself up and gasped as the weight on her chest shifted and pulled her down again.

“You wished me bigger boobs?!” she bitched. “They were perfect!”

“Just getting even! You wanted me to be hung like a horse!”

“Now you—!” she began, but hesitated and pondered for a moment. “No, hold it. Not a word. We’ve got to — maybe —”

She pointed at him and commanded, “I want you back to normal! Right now! You and me both! All undone! Everything! Now!” She clenched her fists defiantly.

There was a moment of uncertainty, as if the whole world blinked, and then Pearl exhaled as her hands groped her chest.

“Phew! I’m ordinary again.”

“Yeah. Same here,” Danny replied, with more than just a hint of regret. Pearl noticed it well. She smiled and slid up closer against his body, goose-stepping her fingers over his pectorals and winking at him from the corners of her eyes.

“Okay, so it’s under our control. A Halloween thing maybe?”

Hunger, raw sexual hunger from her empty womb sent a twitch into the corner of her mouth as she recalled the sight of her boyfriend’s augmented, equine appendage. Pearl thought of a certain piece of latex that she had hidden away safely in a cardboard box at the bottom of her wardrobe, and of the most intense delights she had experience with it, with no hope of ever meeting a man to match its raw girth and length.

Yet. Her smile broadened, and she licked her incisors.

“What you say? Let’s give that weird gift another try while the night lasts?” Oh please, say yes! Ohpleaseohpleaseohpl—

Blink.

“Hhhh … D—Danny? Are you okay?”

Danny shrugged and clambered to his feet. “Yeah, sure.” He leaned in and gently bit her earlobe before he whispered, “Does the big bad witch still want her boy toy, or would she prefer the stallion?“

Pearl cracked her knuckles.

“You bet she would,” she cooed, flexing her fingers. “Back on the floor! On your back. Now! Let’s see how much we can do…”

“Hurry, Connie! — Hey!”

Connie blinked. Her head jerked around, she reached up and covered her eyes with her arms. Marge twisted over and grabbed the steering wheel. She barely managed to keep the car on the right side of the road. Drivers honked and flashed their headlights as they swerved out of the way. The car came to a grinding halt on the shoulder.

“The fuck?! Are you trying to get us killed? What’s the matter with you?” hissed Marge.

Connie rubbed her eyes.

“Over there — a lightning. Incredibly bright. Still can’t see right. All’s just spots and sparkles.”

“I didn’t notice a lightning.”

“Well, then something has just fired a shitload of magic energy!”

“So, Danny, how big do you want to be?” whispered Pearl, wetting her lips. She knelt by his side, her fingers played with his flaccid member, and she turned her head and cocked an eyebrow.

His fingertips stroked the fold where her delicious breasts met her ribs, and he answered her loving smile.

“Doesn’t the witch queen have a size in mind already?”

“Don’t tempt me, lover! Oh look, he’s twitching! Yeeees, good boy! Who’s a nice boy? Whooose a nice boy?” Her fingers closed around the root. Slowly, Pearl’s grip was spread apart, and his fattening head rose from the retreating foreskin. “Oh yes! Feels as good for you as it does for me, sweetie?”

“Too much stretching — again — nnngh!” groaned Danny.

“Oh no, slow down. Slow and easy, so it won’t hurt. Yes, there won’t be pain, I command it! Here, let me kiss it better now…” Pearl bent down and nibbled gently along the swelling meat before she licked it up and down a few times, coating it with her saliva.

“A little rubbing and grinding sure will help him along, eh?”

Spreading her legs, she straddled Danny, sank down on him and trapped his swelling manhood between their bodies.

“Pearl! Oh heavens, that’s insane! Gods! Unnngh! So — good! But if you keep this going, then soon it won’t fit!”

She rode him, sitting on top of his hips, with her lower back leaning against his pulled-up thighs, a witch queen on her throne, shaping her obedient mount’s body to her whim. His hard, hot erection sprouted from the warm, swollen lips of her crotch bearing down on it while she rocked back and forth on his growing poker. Every thrust of her hips gave his hard-on another tenth of an inch in length, and Pearl ground her hips on him like a sewing machine. The peach-sized head passed over his navel and wandered on, sliding smoothly in a bed of pre-cum that leaked from the wide-open hole.

Pearl’s eyes sparkled with desire, and she licked her lips before she replied, “Oh, you’ve got no idea! That’s the one chance I always wanted. It will fit!” She put her splayed fingers on her womb, threw her head back in her neck and declared, with closed eyes, “I want myself to always fit over your dick, no matter how big it gets!”

Blink.

A shudder raced through her body. Pearl gasped and opened her eyes, staring down on him. Her gaze gained a fiery flicker when the thought hit her. Leaning forward, she put her splayed fingers on his heaving chest. Her other hand sneaked around her hips and cupped his sack, gently rolling the walnut-sized eggs in her palm.

“Oh, you’ll like this. Listen: I want your balls big, so big that I can sit on them like a throne! Yes, now you’ll grow a beanbag chair sack for me!”

“Pearl, that’s no—ooooh—mmmmmhh—”

Hissss. Groooaaan.

Her smile grew bigger, along with his inflating scrotum. Pearl turned around and grabbed his balls, one firm apple-sized sphere in each hand. The veins and semen ducts clinging to the surface of the concealed sperm factories throbbed in her grip. She glanced over her shoulder and let go, reached for his ankles and spread Danny’s legs wide apart. Her hands slipped into the back of his knees and pulled them up.

“Yes, like that, and put them —”

She dug her flat hands under his bloating, stretching sack and pulled it in position between his feet.

“— Right there, now — grow for momma! Grow! Oh yes! Grow!”

Pearl snickered and chortled, running her hands over the incessantly expanding balloons, teasing, pinching and pulling at the skin.

Danny tried to slide away, only once. The pull of the heavy, immovable, now three-feet-high skin bag with the pair of beach ball ovoids in it wasn’t exactly painful, but it went from his groin right through to his hips. He was chained to his balls, unable to escape.

“Huunh! I can’t move any more! Pearl, oh mercy, they’re too heavy! My sack’s too big!”

She smiled and wiggled her rear into a comfortable position as she sat down on the resilient skin bridge between the bulging spheres to her left and right, resting her elbows on the firm egg shapes and her hands on his pulled-up knees. Slow contractions walked through the veins and glands in his balls as they collected their constant output, and she felt the wavy motions as a gentle massage under her butt cheeks.

“Mmmh. Too big? I think it’s just the right size for me!”

Running her toes over his raging erection that laid flush against his abs, she teased him and was rewarded with nervous twitches and throbs in his red, angry dick.

“Humm. Now, that’s pretty nice, but not quite a scepter worthy of the mighty witch queen yet.” She leaned in, put her left elbow on her knee and scratched her chin, raised her head and looked down on him from under lowered eyelids. “You know, if we’re going for big, then why not all the way?”

Danny shook his head in disbelief. He inhaled, but before he was able to think of anything to say, Pearl cut him off.

“Yes, this might just work. All right, instead of a lower arm, your dick shall become a tree trunk now. Rise!” she declared, pointing at his cock.

His body convulsed, and he exhaled in one long moan. All around his groin, from his abs to his thighs, veins swelled and bulged, converging on his manhood. Like — roots. They reached the base of his erection, and with the sound of groaning wood, his member rose from his midriff and pointed straight up before it stretched longer and wider.

Nodding with a devious grin, Pearl leaned in to watch. She tried to wrap her hands around the moving, growing pillar, but her fingertips didn’t meet any more. Following her lover’s transformation with bated breath, she nodded faintly and smiled wider and wider, even as his glans rose like a small melon riding on a thick, six-inch-wide fence post. Pre-cum pulsed from its slit and wormed in glistening meanders down the stretching skin.

“That’s enough! Let me hug this tree now!”

Spreading her thighs, Pearl slipped down and forward over his gurgling sack and pressed her body against the unyielding trunk right in front of her, embracing it, spreading the trails of lubricating ooze. The mesh of throbbing veins felt almost like bark, but it undulated and stretched bigger still under her fingers.

“Keep rubbing it,” moaned Danny. “Feels good, but no way we can—”

Pearl's grip closed around the rim beneath his glans, and she pulled herself up along the solid pillar. Standing tall, with her legs just far enough apart to put her feet to the sides of his hips, the tip of Danny’s fat rod almost reached to her navel now, motionless but for a little springy swaying, in waiting.

“Yes way,” she replied. Steadying herself with one hand on his gargantuan erection, she dove her fingers into her crotch. “I — mmmmgh! — I will have — a — oooaaah! —”

Pearl never got around to say what she wanted, but within seconds, it was all too obvious what her aroused mind envisioned. Her forefinger’s fingertip touched the slick button in her folds.

Bigger, wished the panting, swaying woman.

“Huuunnnngh—”

Fire crawled under her skin and closed in on the knob, swelling it into a strawberry-sized nipple, and when she moved her touch higher and cupped the soft flesh of her pubes, the swelling followed eagerly. Pearl’s smooth mount of Venus rose into a mountain of Venus and filled the cup of her palm in quick throbs before it overflowed her grasp with the solid firmness of a taut, silicone-stuffed third boob between her legs. She ran her fingers closer to her slit, and immediately, her labia fattened in her grip, stretching longer and plumper.

L—longer, and the muscles in Pearl’s face twitched as she focused on the growing crevice between her legs.

Her nervous lust button firmed up against her palm, and beneath it, the slit stretched, revealing a vast stock of wrinkled, wet, pink skin inside as the thick bulges of her outer labia bloated bigger around her cave’s enlarging entrance. Pearl slipped a fingertip into the upper end of her fold, and as she gently pressed against the firm clit from underneath, it crept higher along her pubes, dragging her vulva to unseen lengths in its wake. She quickly grabbed the round shapes of her outer lips with both hands and rubbed them, her thumbs sliding along the edges of her cave.

Fuller, Pearl gasped as she parted her knees further.

Her legs trembled under the weird, rousing sensation of her sex organs growing along with the rest of her vulva into an udder-like protrusion to give her struggling vagina a comfortable home. The warm, sensitive flesh bulged out of her kneading grip. Her index finger circled her tautening knob, wandering deeper and scratching in between the sagging and lengthening labia for a moment.

Stretchier, Pearl added after a quick glance at the enormous, rounded, cone-shaped head of her lover’s dick.

Between her legs, spreading them apart to the groans and creaks of her adapting hip bone, her sex prepared itself, growing to match and devour the head-sized tip of Danny’s hard-on in a single gulp. Glistening and dripping, Pearl’s slit now reached from the far side of her crotch to her lower abs’ massive bulge, home to her engorged clit. The cleft opened slightly to let the inner labia unfurl. Her juices dribbled from the rosy flaps.

She arched her back and slanted her hip forward, grabbing Danny’s rod with both hands.

“— And in you go!”

She leapfrogged, shoving the cone-shaped head into position. Droplets of ooze flew as Pearl’s engorged labia smacked against the fat glans. For a few seconds, she hung in mid-air, all of her weight bearing down on her reluctant entrance, spreading herself slowly on the hot wedge. Her feet dangled above the ground, and then —

Smack. Slllp. Shluuurrrp.

Pearl’s absurdly enlarged pussy swallowed the slick cone like a snake swallowed an egg, greedy but laboriously. His rod struggled in, inch by inch, stretching the membranes of her oversized sex thinner and tauter, squeezing ample juice from her boiling well, until her straining labia locked into the rim behind Danny’s glans, and she balanced on it, with her legs pushing into the throbbing pillar to straighten herself.

It’s — moving again! Gods and heavens, it’s — it’s filling me! Too much! I — nnnngghh!

Her womb bulged ever so slightly. By all means, her midriff should’ve been stretched taut and fat from the glans alone as the gallon volume of the head passed into her. And yet, there was only a little growth while she impaled herself further on the trunk. Slow and steady, with her dripping labia smacking, she descended along the rod. Pearl arched her back and shut her eyes, clutching her elbows tight against her ribs, as she was filled from her crotch up with his mammoth manhood that made her feel like a thin-stretched skin wrapped around his erection.

His penetration came to a sudden halt, reluctantly squeezed and shuddered on as it made good another half-inch, and then it stopped. Pearl was full. She was barely able to breathe. Warm, gooey liquid trickled down the inside of her thighs.

Oh — gods — b—bursting — taut —

Trembling and convulsing, she gazed down along her womb on the massive tower that still remained outside. Her brain swam in distilled ecstasy, and focusing became increasingly difficult.

Want that in me. All the way. Want. F—full. Too full. Need to —

Her fingers traced her D-cups. While her body felt heavy and stuffed and big, her breasts were still soft and pliant to her touch.

—Make way inside me. Must p—put stuff somewhere. Yes…

And again, the world blinked.

“Huuuunnnnghh!”

Pearl exhaled in surprise as she suddenly continued to slide down Danny’s pillar. Panting in short gasps, she heard and felt the tearing of her corsage as the wandering bulge of his glans inside her ripped the front seams of the tight garment open along its path. The sensations of lustful joy overwhelmed her, and she cocked her head and shut her eyes. Her innards streamed out of the way of Danny’s erection rushing forward. Her breasts firmed up, bloating from the inside, swelling out of her grip. She clutched her taut skin, twisting and squeezing her nipples, but soon they flowed out of her reach, so she settled for rubbing and kneading the root of her expanding mammaries, massaging the patches of her stretching skin that laid beneath her collarbones. Her feet touched the carpet again. Her hungry womb gobbled up the final stretch his mammoth member. Her trembling knees neared the floor. Even faster was the swelling and sagging of her breasts as they kept growing bigger and heavier, eagerly accepting all of the volume that the penetrating piston pumped out of its way.

My r—ribs, now it’s so far in, it’s going into my ribcage, it’s — oh that’s soo good! — It’s — hrrruunnngh—!

Pearl climaxed, all of her senses exploding in one giant blaze. She twitched and jerked, unable to sway or collapse, her body convulsing around the pillar of her own conjuration that held her upright even as she slumped down and her arms dropped limp to her sides. She was vagina from head to toe, all hunger and wet ooze, consuming him to the hilt. Wave upon wave of bliss rushed through her, slowly receding as her strength waned until she hung like an impaled trophy on Danny’s enormous rod.

All of her body felt like a giant, filled womb now as finally her taut, sopping labia touched down on his crotch. Pearl ran her fingers over her midriff, to find it slightly distended, but by no means disfigured. She opened her eyes.

Danny stared up at her, overwhelmed and unable to move, waiting for her next command. She enveloped him with her breasts, heavy and full and big, their shapes dangling down like giant teardrops, their nipples poking into the shaggy carpet. The huge dome between her legs and the round rim of her labia around the root of his pillar revealed that something far removed from reality kept on taking place inside her.

She gulped. Her breath still came fast and ragged while the last flashes of her long orgasm waned.

“Oh—okay,” she stammered. “Was — a bit — much in — one go.”

Her smile returned with a devious twist. The delicious itch in her love cave returned, too, spreading slowly over her skin. Growing big felt good. She moved her hips and knew his answer well before she asked:

“So, Danny, ready to do some serious pumping for me?”

Marge and Connie climbed the wall into the garden. Once inside, they kept to the thicket hiding the wall as they slowly circled the house, searching for a spot where they could ogle whatever was about to take place. Marge tittered quietly every now and then, and Connie became increasingly nervous. Something already happened in that mansion, and she was quite certain she had not started anything yet.

Danny forced his hands under the soft breast avalanches hanging from Pearl’s chest and grabbed her apple-sized nipples. She panted, “Oh yes! Yes! You’re a machine! You laid your pipe in me, and now you’re gonna fill me up! Pump me! Fill me! Big!”

He grew even harder and bigger inside her, sealing her gate perfectly now.

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldya?” he groaned. “Well, if I’m a pump, then your breasts must be like two of those huge domes at the refinery! I want your breasts to turn into giant round balloons!”

She giggled.

“Ooh, I’ll be two big blimps! Yes, yes! And you’re the nozzle to fill me! Come on! Pump me up! Pump! Huuuh—”

Pearl held her breath. The hot, red pillar twitched and bulged in her, filling her from her crotch to her racing heart. She ran her hands over her breasts’ slick, sweaty skin as far as she could reach.

Yes. Big. Oh, it’s so good. So good! I want you to blow me up. Must grow bigger. Must keep growing! I want to bloat with your seed. I want you to —

She pointed her forefinger at the man under her.

“Cum!”

Heat engulfed his sack. His testicles began to quiver, to spasm; then they shook and contracted, alternating between left and right ball, a living, always replenishing two-cylinder pump quickly gaining speed. The first of his warm juice pulsed forward, worked its way through his groin and streamed in long, voluminous rushes through the giant tube.

“Uh–unnngh—Peeeaaarrrlll!”

“Oh my goodness!” Marge cackled, staring at the tiny screen of the camera in her hand. “Look at that! She’s got tits almost the size of a SUV! And she’s sitting on his — oh fuck. I didn’t know your magic could do that! Heh! Those freaky weirdos! That’s no chair — that’s his sack! Look at that! Will you look at that! Her legs! She’s doing a split and his dick’s fat like a sewer pipe sprouting from his crotch! Right up her clam! She’s still growing! Oh just look! Now he’s disappearing between her mams! He must be shooting his spunk up her twat like a fountain. Not much longer before her boobs will swell into the ceiling! That video is going to be pure gold.”

“Marge, they are out of control! I never wanted her to bloat that much! That’s not my doing! Please, let me try and stop —”

“Shut up, you wuss! I say we wait at least until she fills the room and knocks out the windows! Come on, can’t you make it tight and painful for her? Have her skin tighten up around her boobs like a drum skin? Give her stretch marks from hell? Leave her worn out and loose like a harbor whore? She’s looking like she’s having far too much fun! I want to see her suffer, that righteous bitch! Give her itchy wrinkly pussy lips hanging to her knees!”

“Marge!”

“All right, you wimp. Just saying. Once that vid goes public, she’ll have to suffer through buying herself a new face anyw—oh my goodness! Is that milk?!” Marge lifted her field glasses and gasped in delight. “Either that, or she’s so full, his spunk’s already coming out of her teats! She’s squirting so hard from her nipples, she’s gushing the books out of the shelves! Oops! Now that window has turned into milk glass alright!”

She shoved Connie. “Come on, we need to find a better spot. Can’t get a clean shot through those dripping panes.”

“Marge, that’s enough! Enough! I need to stop them right now while I still can! And put away that damn video camera! This is all getting too weird!”

Chapter 13: Crackdown

And then “weird” shifted gears and put the pedal to the metal.

Heavy diesel engines thundered in the night. The two girls swiveled around and stared at the gate. Bobbing headlights approached from the outside. A huge truck bore down on the wrought iron, threw it open and ripped it from the hinges. The twisted bars clanged and bounced into the lawn which moments later turned into mud under the tires of dozens of black, unmarked jeeps pouring into the garden and encircling the house. Lamps on hydraulic poles rose, light cones of glaring white lit up the walls of the building. All of a sudden, the courtyard was swarming with people in heavy combat gear.

Connie and Marge cowered down as a huge black helicopter thundered in low approach across the trees. It circled around the mansion, its spotlight a trembling white finger zigzagging through the night.

Marge was the first to find her voice again after a minute of panicked panting. She gulped and slowly began to slide back down from the boulder she rested on.

“What the — Connie! Those guys with the truck and the helicopter — who are they? They’re like a commando or something! Just stop bloating Pearl and hex her back to normal, and then let’s bolt!” Marge took another glance through her binocs. “Oh fuck, they’ve got guns! Those guys mean business! And they’re fast — the wall! They’ve torn out the whole side! They’re bringing them out now — with a forklift! Look at her!”

She slumped back behind the rock and pressed up against the cold stone, trembling all over.

“Oh shit. Oh shit! They’ve got night vision glasses. I think they’ve seen me!”

Connie didn’t listen to her. She just stared at her hands, now again barely visible in the darkness.

“I don’t glow any more. Power’s gone. So why doesn’t she stop? I didn’t want — I never —”

The memory hit her, and she fell silent. Let them have their fun and play.

“Connie? Hey! Maybe it’s like you said? You need to wish it to stop? Like, an on/off switch?”

“But we haven’t got any berries left! I can’t stop it!” hissed Connie, on the verge of panic.

“Then let’s run! I don’t want to — to get disappeared!” Marge crouched deeper behind the bushes and gripped the binoculars so hard that their joint creaked. She stared ahead as realization and belated sanity set in. “Oh gods, we caused all that! I gave them that cup! What if those guys find out — What if she keeps on — Connie! You — you added this ‘never burst ever’ safety thing, right? They can’t explode, right?!”

Connie gulped and slowly turned her head to her friend. The white of her wide-open, fearful eyes showed even in the shadows of the garden. Marge stared back at her.

“Oh no. Connie…? Connie, please, please tell me you … you did …”

Marge sagged down heavily on her bottom. “You didn’t. What if she bursts? It’s our fault! We poisoned them! We’ll be in for murder!”

Connie grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Marge! Get a grip! I had no time to do anything, remember?” She let go of her friend but kept on talking while she inched slowly around the side of the boulder to take another peek. “I mean, yes, maybe I wanted something to happen, but all I did was — I just said — thought — wished — I just — ‘let them have their fun and play’ was all I ever wished! I never — How could I have known she’d grow so big, and keep on growing — oh heavens, he’s still shooting his load into her! Did you see his dick whip about? Her belly—no, wait, it’s shrinking, it’s like her belly’s swallowing, and now her breasts are growing again! And they — they don’t notice anything around them, they just keep going! She’s like a giant sperm pump! The forklift’s toppling under her tits’ weight now! No, it can’t be our fault! I never wanted that to happen to them! She’s much too big! She’s —”

Connie jerked back and pressed herself flat against the boulder. “Oh fuck, yes, we need to bolt! One of them just pointed over here! Let’s get away before someone’s aski—”

There was movement in the air, and then a harsh female voice barked: “Asking what?”

The girls spun around and fell over, backing away on all fours from the leather-clad body who suddenly stood akimbo behind them. A magnesium flare lit up the sky above their little hideout and cast glaring white light all over the place.

“Who are — what did you hear —,” stammered Connie, blinking up into the shadow against the day-bright sky. She’s alone — maybe there’s enough magic left in me —

“Grow!” she barked all of a sudden, her arm outstretched against her captor, her fingers splayed.

A snicker was the reply. And the voice wasn’t mean, it wasn’t even unsympathetic when it added, “Oh girl, you’ve got no clue, right? Takes more than a little finger-wiggling to stop me, y’know? Besides, where’s your power now? Maybe you want some more berries first and then try it again? Did you think something would happen, maybe something like — this?” She snapped her fingers.

“Connie — help me — she’s inside my head — I’m growiiiiiii—!” yelped Marge, rolling on the ground and clutching her temples. Then her voice failed her in the delirious rush of an orgasm like none she had ever felt before. Her blouse billowed out in seconds and rained a shotgun blast of buttons as the cloth surrendered to her bloating breasts. She grasped at Connie’s shoulder but let go as her eyes suddenly lost focus. A moan rose from her open mouth. Her hip bucked wildly, sending her whole body into convulsions. Her trousers soaked through with viscid liquid gushing from her crotch.

“Nothing like a good climax to make people shut up. Nighty-night, Marge.”

The stranger quickly bent down, reached out and brushed her fingertips against Marge’s head. The girl slumped to the ground and laid still. Her beanbag-chair-sized orbs quavered on for a while as their growth slowed and finally stopped.

Connie’s eyes adapted to the bright light; now she was able to make out some more details. An amused, tight-lipped grin played around the black-haired woman’s full, blood-red lips. She had high cheekbones, a slightly narrow jaw and something like a watered-down south-eastern deserts complexion to her flawless facial skin. The seams of her tight blue-black catsuit accentuated the sensuous, slightly athletic curves of her tall enviable body. Her eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses. Connie’s face was a but a tiny distorted reflection in those black panes that were framed by the stranger’s straight, shoulder-long black hair. Connie didn’t dare to look away while her fingers searched blindly for her friend.

“Marge? Marge?! Marge! Talk to me! — What did she do to you? Did she —” Connie turned her head to her friend’s motionless frame. Marge was buried under her own breasts. Connie couldn’t even see if she was still breathing. There were only those two pale, yard-high skin bags with the milk-seeping nipples angling outwards, Marge’s legs sticking out under them and not a movement but for the liquid trickling down in tiny rivulets.

“Gods and heavens, you killed her! Why — no, don’t —,” Connie’s voice turned into a gargle as the woman’s hand casually grabbed her neck, and a thumb with a pointed nail dug into her throat.

“Shush!” growled the stranger at the trembling girl, while the forefinger of her other hand tapped against something in her ear.

“I’m listening now. Mission Control, please repeat.”

Pause.

“Oh all right, patch him through. Dammit.”

Pause.

“Good evening, Minister. … Thanks. … No. No, I —”

She raised her eyebrows.

“No, I don’t think I enjoy this way too much. You want it done another way, you come down here and do it yourself, ’kay?”

Pause. Her upper lip quivered slightly as she listened, but the inaudible reply seemed to calm her down.

“And give the Sacheks a raise and two weeks of paid leave. Their new scanner is head and shoulders above what even the Valkyrie can do.”

Listening to another mute reply in her ear, she looked at Connie from the corner of her eyes. The girl trembled with fear in her grip. Connie’s rich knowledge of movies made her all the more certain that right now, someone high up and far away casually drew a line across one more item on a long list of names and ordered his infernal servant to dispose of the witnesses —

“Maybe. Maybe not. Haven’t decided. For now, let’s keep the quarantine cover-up our first choice. Amanda out.”

She forced Connie to face her again.

“You listen now. Your friend? I didn’t harm her. Yet. She’s just a stupid tag-along with a temper. She’ll be taken care of, one way or the other. Now you, on the other hand, I’ll —”

She pulled off her sunglasses and stared at the girl. Connie’s eyes bulged in fear.

That’s it. She’s one of them. Oh gods, they’re real! All the stories are true! The black unitard. The eyes, those shining empty eyes — don’t look in her eyes, she’ll —

“— make you an offer. You’re gifted. Let’s talk about a generous scholarship and a crisis-safe job, shall we? Need a lift home?”

Tires ground over the gravel near the wall as a stretch limo with blackened side windows came to a halt behind them. Through the windshield mirroring the bright light of the flare dangling down under a tiny parachute, Connie saw that there was no-one at the wheel. There was no engine noise, either. The stranger forced Connie’s head back in front of her face.

“You might have a bright future waiting for you, little girl. So you better ponder your answer.” She flexed her fingers, and long, sharp, inhuman claws sprouted from the tips. “You’re one of a rare kind, an almost pure witchblood. After all those centuries. Of course, you might decide it’s easier to deal with being accused of three cases of intentional poisoning with a biological weapon, torture, infliction of unwanted bodily modification and brainwashing.”

Her voice grew cold.

“Or I could decide the publicity’s too dangerous and it’s easier to let Marge here wake up with no recollection of this night and her clothes soaked with your blood, with a blotted knife found conveniently nearby and your assorted body parts strewn all over the garden. Might throw in an extra helping of minced Pearl and Danny while I’m at it. But hey, no pressure, right?”

She licked her lips and smiled mirthlessly, and her smile was full of pointy canines. The human face around it suddenly seemed to be little more than a veneer over something much more sinister.

“So what’s it gonna be, girl? Are you with me? Yes or no?”

Connie’s fist went right to her temple.

The very next moment, Connie curled up and clutched her aching hand against her womb. Tears welled in her eyes. She might as well have struck a rock with all her strength. The stranger hadn’t even budged.

“Heroic last effort? Willing to sacrifice yourself? My. That’s so adorable. All the more reason I want you in on the team.”

Connie raised her pain-contorted face. “You want me in? Then stop threatening me! Leave Marge alone! And Pearl as well!”

“Agreed. About Marge, that is. But that Pearl girl and her filler — fellow, sorry — not much I can do for them right now. They will join us, at least for a while. She’s simply not done yet. She can’t get enough. She doesn’t want to stop. That’s why she keeps on swelling. Even if you were all berried up, not even the two of us combined would be able to hold her back for long. That’s one crazy sexed-up bitch prowling under that popular girl facade, and you’ve set her free. We’ll just have to wait and see how long it takes before she overeats, passes out and lets go. I have just the right place where they won’t catch hypothermia or mash themselves to death.”

She hesitated and listened to the hoarse moans and the faint screeching of expansion.

“I just hope we get there before she exceeds the payload limit. Oh, and hi. I’m Amanda. I know who you are, Miss Cornelia Prince, no need to introduce yourself.”

“You—you’re Amanda DeSaphin! The DeSaCo bankruptcy! The rich girl gone missing!”

“Someone’s been reading newspapers? And remembering? These days? A—mazing!”

The magnesium flare fizzled out. Darkness descended, filled only with the faint light bouncing back from the white garden wall.

Amanda slunk closer. Her voice changed again. It grew warm, soothing, gentle. Still, when she bowed down and reached for Connie, the trembling girl shied away and crawled deeper into the shadow of the boulder. She blindly fumbled with her hands behind her back and her heels digging little trenches into the grass. Her fingers scraped over the ground, trying to bring at least a little distance between that woman and herself.

“My offer stands, Connie. You haven’t answered me yet, though you have upped your price again. Do not think your little evasion went unnoticed.”

“And if I promise I will never again use my power — I swear! Let me go,” Connie wailed, cracking up, “oh please, let me go! I’ll behave, I’ll be just an ordinary girl, I won’t be any trouble! I never wanted to be any trouble! I just wanted to help! Oh ple—he—he—hease…”

Amanda slowly crouched down on all fours. Her drawn-out sigh had a purring undertone, and the way she put one hand before the other and her shoulders rolled under the glistening black of her suit as she prowled closer made her all the more feline.

That she moistened her lips with a quick flick of her tongue didn’t help to calm down her prey either. She halted, straightened up her torso and sat on her haunches.

“You’re afraid. Of me, of course. But that’s not all. You’ve been scared for a much longer time, haven’t you? When you first noticed something about you was different. Then came the revelation. It wasn’t all just in your head, it was real. So you grew scared of what you’ve become, of what you can do. Of your powers. Of their price. Oh yes, the price.”

She lowered her eyes.

“I know about the price of power. I pay it, every moment I wear this suit. But it feels so good, having that much power, eh?”

She cocked her head as she raised her eyebrows. “Feels great, having control, doesn’t it?” she whispered.

Connie bit her lip. And then she nodded, mutely and fast. Amanda nodded in accord.

“Oh yes it does,” she continued, “and that’s why, no matter what you promise to me now, you will never be able to stop and let it be. Oh, you may not have your berries at hand right now, so it’s easy for you to say you’ll behave. Until, one sunny day, you’ll once again notice a strange plant, or a bush, or just a heap of pale fruits, and then what? Will you just walk on by? Or will you remember that fine rush of control they can give you?

“But it’s not all about a price to pay. There’s a prize in it for you. I need your special gift. You put it at my disposal, and I will give you countless opportunities to use and enjoy it. And of course there will be … perks.”

Amanda inched nearer and knelt down between Connie’s spread, half pulled-up legs. The girl’s eyes grew wide as Amanda’s breasts swelled. Moments before, the seams on the black unitard had started to wander and arrange themselves into a grid over those two nice but unspectacular mounds on the lady in black. Now the gaps in that grid widened. Mass and volume grew on her chest. The mounds turned into half-spheres, then sagged into small melons dangling down like giant teardrops. Thimble-sized nipples, all covered in the black, oil-like wrapper, throbbed outward. Amanda moaned and sighed quietly with her eyes closed and her gloved hands wandering over her bliss-contorted face. Then her eyelids fluttered open again. The green-glowing coating on them was gone. Human irises stared unflinchingly back at Connie. She leaned in, resting her weight on her one arm. Her other hand parted the girl’s parka and slowly crawled up over the rough cloth of Connie’s denim shirt. Her fingers slid in between the snap buttons and touched the girl’s skin through her underwear.

“Couldn’t change yourself with your powers. Too bad, but that’s your price you pay. Longed so much for that special feeling of growing bigger, and for knowing how it feels to be a sex goddess, didn’t you? But for all you tried, it didn’t work for you, and things were so unfair.”

Only inches separated Amanda’s face now from Connie’s. The would-be witch nodded, her jaw trembling.

“So long, so strongly you longed to own a hot body. Oh yesssss.”

Amanda pouted with each O and inched closer, too. Her gentle fingers caressed Connie’s left breast and slid into the depression between Connie’s little mounds.

“Marge was so wonderful a proxy for all your desires, wasn’t she? But it’s just not the same when you watch someone else get all the action. You want more than just to see it. You want to feel it in you. And you want to share it with someone. But Marge can’t be your friend, not in the special way you long for. Not unless you mess with her mind.”

Connie turned her head away, away from the unspoken accusation.

“I never wanted to do that! It was so horrible, seeing her turn into a mindless sex freak! I only wanted someone close, someone willing to — to hold me and touch me. I wanted some of the fun that they all can get so easily!“

She whispered the words when really she wanted to scream them.

“I can give you that,” breathed the woman into her ear, “that, and much, much more.”

Her right hand went down flat on Connie’s breastbone and pushed her to the ground. Amanda’s pinkie slipped into the base of Connie’s left, her thumb into the base of the girl’s right breast, fast, painlessly, with only the slight discomfort of displaced flesh. Connie gasped when suddenly something hot and liquid streamed into her mounds in long, voluminous pulses.

Connie stared down on the impossible sight. The sensation of spreading warmth inside her breasts was incredible. She blew up for real. Her skin spanned as growing pockets of whatever formed under her breasts, in her breasts, all over her breasts and forced them upwards. She struggled against her captor, but it was a weak, half-hearted struggle, destined and meant to lose. Whatever this strange creature did, it was just too good. Together with her bloating breasts, her raw urge grew. No matter what the price would be, she’d pay it gladly. She’d pay it a hundred times over. If only this feeling never stopped.

Yes! That’s how I had imagined it! That’s what I wanted!

She strung the words together, but they never crossed her pouted lips or her gaping, panting, gasping mouth.

“Slowly, slowly,” murmured Amanda. “Don’t want to go crazy yet when this is just the prelude, do you? Now this is what any med school hack could’ve done for you with implants, given the right amount of money. A little fake bouncy bloat. But no doctor in the whole world can do this —”

Amanda retracted her hand, straightened her back and squatted. Cocking her head, she made a faint, barely noticeable gesture of lifting with her fore and middle finger.

Connie inhaled sharply. The strange globs inside her breasts burped. She found no better way to describe it. And they kept on throbbing and bubbling like a milk kettle boiling over, foaming up inside her. The girl arched her back, cramping up in the delicious agony of stretching skin. Her spine tensed up and curved backwards like a bow until only her head and her buttocks remained on the ground. Her fingers clawed into the cold, wet turf. Panted moans emanated from her mouth, and her heels moved back and forth and dug trenches into the ground. She fought to bring her head down, to catch a glimpse of her ecstasy’s source.

Before her eyes, her breasts ripped open the row of buttons. Shreds of her underwear slipped away. Veined skin grew and shed her shirt’s wrapper. In moments, the two orbs shadowed her sight.

She almost screamed when Amanda wrapped her arms around the two balloon-like orbs and squeezed. The woman wedged her head into the yard-high cleavage, worming her way through it to the squeaking and screeching noises of Connie’s foil-thin skin spanning over the alien foam inside. Amanda raised her arms. Connie’s bloated, erect nipples rubbed through the woman’s armpits before Amanda let herself fall down into the warm chasm of flesh and came to a rest, again inches from Connie’s face.

“So, what’s it gonna be, girl?” she panted hot and musky into the flushed face. Her body wiggled like a snake in the valley of glowing sweaty skin. Wavefronts of pleasure surged through Connie. Amanda’s soft lips chewed gently on her cheeks and began wandering along the jaw to the chin before she sucked on the girl’s protruding lower lip and drew it into her mouth, nibbling at it with her teeth.

“What’s it gonna be, blow-up doll?”

She lifted her thigh and rubbed it over Connie’s crotch. A thought, an unspoken command, and ribs and nubs formed on the black surface of her suit, increasing Connie’s stimulation as Amanda worked the girl’s groin up and down against her leg. The young woman writhed and moaned helplessly in her arms.

“Yes! I—I—I’ll join you! But you’ve got to promise to me you won’t hurt them! You’ll leave them alo—oooo—ne!”

“As you wish.”

Amanda made an effort to rise from the trembling body. Connie grabbed her hips and pressed her back down.

“Nu-uh! More perks first!” she moaned.

Amanda exhaled. Then she straddled Connie’s thigh, hefted her ass cheeks and pushed against the girl’s wet crotch. The suit grew two nubs from her lap, and they quickly gained in length and diameter.

“When you walk funny tomorrow, remember you asked for it,” she growled. The agile, rubbery tentacles oozing lubricant all over their skin aligned themselves to both of Connie’s openings at once. Cone-shaped tips entered her a fraction of an inch deep, just enough to widen each puckered ring and to announce their intentions with their spreading warmth.

Amanda’s hand covered Connie’s gaping mouth, moments before the girl squealed in delight.

“Shush. Let’s not bring the whole squadron over to watch us making out, mmm?”

“Mmm—hmm!” nodded the girl.

Amanda’s hand wandered over to caress her cheek and then moved on, brushing through Connie’s hair until she cupped the back of Connie’s head.

“There are other ways to keep your lips sealed,” Amanda moaned quietly as she lowered herself. She pouted and offered her red puffed lips to her newest acquisition. Connie struggled to bring her arms around the heavy bags of her breasts. The velvety touch of the taut surface against her fingers scattered any coherent thought in her head. Finally she pulled her arms and hands free, clutched Amanda’s head and dragged her closer.

She shut her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of the two throbbing tentacles entering her at the same time. Amanda’s warm, moist lips found hers. Their mouths opened simultaneously.

Their kiss turned into an attempt of mutual devouring as their maws and tongues dueled while the noise of wet, rhythmic squelching kept rising from in between their bucking hips. Connie’s eyes grew big as the two throbbing poles swelling from Amanda’s suit wormed deeper into her, stretching her vagina and her anus exactly as much as her skin could take. The black, warm substance of the suit ran in rivulets over Amanda’s body and collected in the root of the double organ before it flowed on and filled Connie’s womb. The labia and her whole crotch around them domed up. Warm, oozing substance squirted into her depths, it spilled through her cervix and coated the inside of her uterus. Connie forgot to breathe, she just wanted to slobber and gnaw at that slithering body, to mash it with her boobs, to suck it as deeply into her holes as she could. She wrapped her breasts around Amanda, her arms, her legs, and held on even as her vision blurred and she became lightheaded —

Chapter 14: Gone South Off The Maps

Connie woke hours later to the sound of waves gently rolling over a beach. Tiny sparkles of reflected sunlight danced on the red cloth that hung like a sail over her bed. The warm air carried the salty smell of a wide-open body of sea water nearby. Every now and then, a slightly stronger flurry brought the rustle of palm leaves as they moved in the soft wind caressing Connie’s sweaty face. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at her body. Someone had swapped her clothes; she now was wrapped in a silk pajama. It flowed like silvery water over the new volume of her boobs. With her torso now at an angle, she noticed for the first time the unfamiliar pull and strain of meaty weight in her breasts. There was no sensation of something artificial to it. In fact, all of it seemed to be very much her own flesh and skin.

How is that possible? And why did nobody tell me just how heavy they feel? What is this? Double-D or triple? More like — what do they call that? Is there an E? Or more?

Still propped up on her elbows, she ran her fingers over her new assets and felt the soft, slightly sagging mass. A gentle slap, and the quiver went through them like through jelly balloons. Connie gasped. Her areolae contracted ever so slightly and made her nipples perk up.

Oooh. Sensitive! That’s going to need some getting used to, she pondered. I wonder how — holy—!

Her mouth fell open as a movement in the corner of her eyes drew her attention from her new chest shape to her surroundings. She immediately felt inadequate and dwarfish again. On a stool by the side of her bed sat a woman with a pair of the biggest breasts she’d ever seen, Pearl’s freakishly bloated body excluded.

The stranger’s body was rather petite. Sitting with her back half-turned to Connie, she was busy brushing the recalcitrant curls of her blond hair while checking herself in a large mirror leaning against a palm tree. A constant trickle of milk seeped from a can-sized, rough teat on a brownish areola’s mound a foot across. It ran down the profile of her left boob and dripped over the edge of a weird metal dish with spinning lights floating underneath, supporting the humongous glandular mass. Connie rubbed her eyes. The tit’s diameter had to be more than a yard. And the dish really floated in mid-air, because as the woman suddenly turned to her and smiled, her breasts orbited her lithe body like glued-on planets and the weird contraption hovered across the bed. Connie felt a faint pressure bearing down on her legs when the dishes flew over them. She had to lean back to not get milk-slapped by the erect nipples as they whizzed past her face.

The woman dropped her brush and struggled to dampen the fierce swinging of her boobs with both hands. She giggled.

“Oops! Almost got you there! Ah, milk does a body good anyway, doesn’t it?”

With her hooters under control and mostly out of the way, she stooped and twisted until she was able to reach out and extend a slender hand. Connie shook it, still flabbergasted by the sight.

“Connie. Cornelia Prince. Biology major. Tit sem— uh, third semester,” she stammered.

The woman smiled, somewhat absent-mindedly. Connie had seen that look before on some of her fellow students, especially on the chemistry majors. And on Marge, that one time when they’d tried her special weed. She must’ve been riding high the night before. Sky high. And she was still some feet above ground, from the look of it.

“Hi there. I’m Caryn. Caryn Dobbs. Accountant. Uh, ex-accountant, I guess. I’ve got a feeling that I got fired, but they won’t tell me why or when exactly or what the hell happened at all. Some things are still a bit hazy and mixed up in my head, they say, and that I shouldn’t bother. So I don’t.” She giggled again, and the movements sent little ripples over the swollen breasts.

Connie pinched her eyes. Yes, there it was. The woman glowed with energy, more intense than anything she had witnessed before. Connie gulped and backed away ever so slightly from the two orbs. For all she knew, those hooters might be ready to blow up on their own any second now. Maybe that was why they were outdoors. More room. The tropical paradise suddenly seemed like a nuclear ground zero, with the timer ticking.

“Uh-huh. Uh, sorry, but — are you feeling well, or should I call for … someone?”

Caryn chuckled, put her elbows on top of her breasts and gave Connie a dismissive wave of her hand.

“Te-he-he! Oh, you big silly! I’m feeling great! And look at me!”

She grabbed her breasts’ sides, dug her fingers into the supple skin and hefted them. Milk squirted. The two hovering lifter dishes underneath the spheres whirred and beeped as they tried to counterbalance the impetus.

“Now I can get up and move by myself again! You should’ve seen me a year ago! It was just milk me and feed me day-in day-out at the hangar then. They said I had too much fun before and that’s why I’m now here. The doctor says if I behave and shrink some more, I’ll be allowed to leave in another year!”

She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “But I’m not sure if I want to. I like my itty bitty titties so much, and it’s all holidays around here.”

Her hands rubbed over the squeaking skin, and she moaned quietly.

“Love them … so much …”

Connie blinked. “What? Doctor? Leave? What — what is this place? Where am I?”

Caryn giggled.

“Oh, that’s what they all say when they first wake up here! Don’t worry, you’ll like it! We call it Valkyrie Island. It’s for us special cases. It’s such a great place to be! The weather’s always fine, and we get to play around all day! And nobody here needs to be afraid of their boobies. They’ve got lots of those shiny thingamabobs that make your boobs float and suck out the milk and such.

“What’s your special problem? You don’t look too bloated. Do they,” she poked one of Connie’s breasts, “only grow every now and then but you can’t stop it? One of the new girls, the ones they first put into the evaluation zone at the Avalanche Beach, she now has her own lagoon that she can comfortably swell into, you know, with the water lifting her whales. You just have to watch her let down! It’s like fountains! Nah, mountains. Tehehe. No, y’know, these mountains that do all that spraying, what’s the word, no, don’t say it, I know it, I know it — ah, right, volcanoes! We call her the supercow, and —”

“Ah, I see you’re already down to the gossiping.”

Connie swiveled around. Amanda leaned against one of the four palm trees of the sun roof, her arms crossed over her chest. She wore a tank top and a slip now, and Connie immediately envied the exotic beauty’s toned abs. The pieces of cloth were jet black, of course, and looked suspiciously like applied paint. They vaguely reshaped themselves under Connie’s stare and gave Amanda’s proud orbs another gentle push up.

Amanda’s breasts were massively bigger than the night before and the miniscule patches of her clothing hid nothing of her breathtaking figure, but she didn’t seem content with that. She quickly raised her eyebrows. Somewhere in her head, she must’ve sent a command, for the garment covering her boobs liquified and shrunk even more, soaking into the swelling nipples and slightly inflating her breasts until what remained of it regained cloth-like quality, now resembling a dainty bikini top. Amanda shuddered with delight and then winked at the student.

Showoff, Connie thought, and then the warmth of embarrassment flushed her face as she remembered the horny and freakish make-out session they had shared the night before.

“Well, Connie? Caryn’s here for rehab after the — a little incident. Oh, she’s really a whole new woman now after that much-needed holiday. But you are part of the team now, so maybe you’d like to get up to speed on what’s going on here. So — care to join me for a little tour? Maybe take a gander and sample the new harvest at our plantations before we take a look at what your strengths are?”

“Connie, meet Valkyrie!”

Amanda pushed against the huge gate embedded in the almost vertical rock face of the mesa that rose straight out of the forest to two hundred feet. The engraved lines lit up, starting from her hand and spreading over the square yards of the black metal. Somewhere inside, a bar slid back with a thump that shook the floor. The massive doors opened slowly with no sound but the whooshing of displaced air.

“Is that —” Connie started, and then her voice failed her. In the darkness of the cavern, the silvery object with its ever-changing, flowing shape hung in mid-air, suspended in a light beam. There were no eyes, or lenses, or anything resembling a sensor on it, but Connie felt its gaze on her. She felt it in her head.

“—a three-dimensional projection of a higher-order interstellar probe of non-human origin? Yes,” Amanda replied.

“And its name is Valkyrie?”

“No. Its job description is Valkyrie. The Chooser of the Slain. Of the infected. Of the diseased.”

Amanda held her temples.

“Look, it’s a long story and I’ve had a rough night. I’ll try to give you the Cliffs Notes version. Ever since this planet formed, a few alien robots kept tabs on it. Explorers, record keepers. Their kind was ordered to lay low and watch if and how life would evolve on Altaerna. The only time they violated their hiding rule was a hundred years ago, when one of them got cozy with my great-great-grandmother. She was given this suit as a reward. That’s how the Valkyrie found me and lured me here.

“They left to ogle another planet, but not before they tagged our world for further examination by their masters. Someday soon, they will show up. The explorers learned about the residual magic, how it works, how to use it, and they passed on that information. Now their masters use it to power their long-range sensors and hyper-engines. This causes ancient magic to re-erupt at their destination. To them, that’s barely noticeable, maybe like a footprint on a beach. To us, well, we’re the tiny crabs unintentionally crushed by their footfall. You barely saw the first of what can happen if magic runs rampant.

“Things here will become more unhinged the closer the visitors’ ship gets. Our job is to keep this contained. Find the sources, the leaks where this energy seeps through, keep those places sealed up and away from the clueless and the crazy.”

From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at Connie.

“You saw Caryn? She was a cold, efficient bureaucrat. Then she got caught in the first massive outburst of magic we’ve so far identified.”

Amanda bit her lip.

“It was my fault. By the time I found her, she had already grown to fill a room the size of a cathedral, and the fallout began to spread to others nearby. And then I thought I could swat three flies with one strike. Make her pay a little for past wicked games. Bring her back down to movable size at the same time. And use the inevitable magical discharge to mark our world for the visitors so they’d at least turn down their force feed a notch or two. And there’s no harm in a little fun at a mean bitch’s expense, right?”

She lowered her head for a moment before she continued.

“Wrong. You leave anyone for too long on a bloat trip, their thoughts become all garbled by their ecstasy. Oh, the Valkyrie can untangle that. She’s incredibly powerful. Sometimes, she grants me some of that power. But she doesn’t obey me. She’s got her own priorities. She’s not loyal to us, but she’s the only thing we have. Now she sort of plays with Caryn out of curiosity, in the way that someone might play with a puzzle. Whenever she feels like there’s nothing better to do, the Valkyrie puts some more of Caryn’s brain back together.”

Connie regained a bit of her composure. “Hold it. I don’t understand. This thing is alien, okay. Others are coming, okay. They’re powerful. I mean, if she can fix brains, then why doesn’t she handle all of —”

“She’s kind of a second-tier cleaner, built to keep others of her kind in line. She figured that I, being Altaerna native, might do a better job than her at handling human interactions while not sticking out. Turns out I’m a horny antisocial klutz. Maybe you’ll do better.”

Connie ignored that last remark. Instead, she asked:

“And your suit is —”

“A shape-shifting semi-sentient autonomous particle robot swarm. I only learned about that a couple of years ago. Maybe I’ll tell you the story someday. Maybe you’ll even get your own.

“Then the Valkyrie calls to me, and guess what? Now I’m stuck with taking out the trash in this planetary cleaning woman hell of a job.”

She grabbed into the floating liquid, sending concentric ripples over the silvery mirror. Moments later she pulled her hand back out and threw Connie a V-shaped badge. O.A.O. it said in embossed letters, and around a big #02 in the center curved the words Office of Anomalous Occurrences.

“Welcome to the twilight zone. Now you’re official. Don’t flaunt it too much, m’kay?”

The End … for now.

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How it’s connected: References to my other stories from Altaerna, in case you’re interested:

Amanda’s great-great-grandmother and the M.A.R.R. creatures: The Temple Treat 1–3

The backstory of Caryn Dobbs, and Amanda’s first appearance: Quest for Bigg’s Bosom

The magic of Altaerna and the immune ones in medieval times: Yrba’s Travels 1–12 or The Complete PDF of Yrba’s Travels