Overfilling Cups part 2
by The Dark Trianni

synopsis: After her run-in with a man named “Dark”, Lori was stuck with an unwanted wish to expand her bust. How is she to deal with this change, and will Dark do anything about it, or even can he?

	Lori kept a constant vigil over the computer monitor as she paced about in her bedroom, feeling the shifting of her watermelon-sized breasts under her bed sheet/toga and shivering at the material rubbing against her puffy nipples. With a sneer each and every time she looked at her screen, she couldn't help but think of that weird Dark guy, and just how he managed to find his way to her room. Through her computer monitor no less. It didn't matter how he got to her, just what he had done to her. "No," she corrected herself, "What I did to myself." As problematic as this was, she actually did it to herself without even realizing. But if not for his services in the first place, she would still be her normal, flat-chested self and not in the problem at all. The more she thought about it, the more she got a headache from it. Maybe it would just be easier to admit that both sides were to blame in some degree.

	With a sigh, she decided that maybe it would be a better idea to get some sleep first. She was already tired and more than a little frustrated at the entire situation. Looking down, she realized she couldn't even see her toes passed the enormous mounds jutting perfectly from her chest, topped with two more slopes that were her wine-glass shaped nipples. It made her more frustrated, but she would have to just deal with them until something can be done on her end or Dark's. Letting her make-shift gown droop passed her breasts, her hands reached up and touched their undersides, giving them a bit of a heft to feel just how weighty they really felt and was not at all surprised. With their size, they were indeed quite heavy. Slowly, her palms glided upwards, running them along her warm, smooth, pale flesh and lightly pushing into their plush exterior. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it wasn't entirely familiar to her, never really having breasts to actually explore.

	Her fingertips continued up the unblemished slopes nearing the summit, to the point her arms were outstretched almost completely ahead of her, and felt the texture of her skin changing to a more spongy, soft, almost lumpy flesh, her breath catching in her throat as she continued to press and rub. Her nipples responded to her touching quickly and she felt they had begun to harden. The skin pulled taut over the swelling nubs as they grew more erect, and her fingers lingered on the areola a bit before continuing the trek upwards to steadily hardening nipple. Taking the bases between her thumbs and index fingers, she lightly twisted her hand at the wrist, bringing a shock of excitement through her body to down between her legs. She went further up along the length of her thumb-sized nipples and gently squeezed, rolling her thighs together, crossing and uncrossing them in response to her stroking the sensitive flesh. Her hands closed around them more tightly, turning the stroking motion into a soft pulling, making her arch her back against her chair.

	Lori pulled her hands away from her nipples, breathing heavily as she stared at the fully erect nubs. She groaned and slapped her hands against her face, tugging lightly at the skin as she pulled her hands down and stared at the monitors reflection of her. "Oh my god, what did he do!" She bolted up from her seat, her heavy breasts bouncing with the effort, and started for her bed. "I need to get to sleep," Lori declared aloud to no one in particular, and her attention returned to the mountains of flesh resting atop her body with a bit of a sneer, "but how am I supposed to with these things getting in my way?" She wrapped her arms around them, bunching them together into a large cavern of cleavage to stare into, giving them a bit of a shake to set in motion a tremendous jiggling of flesh with her nipples wriggling to and fro along with them. "I can't get this whole mess out of my mind," she whined, turning her neck to the side to look at herself in the mirror.

	The way she was laying, she would've mistaken herself for one of those buxom models from a gentlemen’s magazine if she hadn't already known she was looking at herself. Her arms wrapped around her overripe watermelons, one leg bent at an angle with the other laying flat, turned slightly so the tips of both breasts were visible, and her in her nice black panties. She had to admit she did look somewhat sexy, even with the way too big bust. She watched her tits again as she jiggled them and felt a bit of a tickle down below. With a sigh, Lori released one hand from around her breasts and brought it down slowly into the waistband of her underwear, running her fingers lightly through the shaved turf of her mound to the hood of her clit. She tugged back and lightly rubbed the little pink nub, humming softly as she urged her thighs together over her hand. "Well," Lori began, licking her lips as she eased her fingers over her clit, "I might as well get my mind off things... No better way, right?"

	The hand at her chest started to move slowly, gently caressing her breast from below, gradually rubbing and squeezing its way up back to her nipples. Her fingers pinched around the upraised areola tightly, making her gasp suddenly as she began to fondle around the outer ring of her nipples, edging up towards the center at the eager nub standing straight up. The hand working down below wriggled in further down and dipped its fingers into her slick opening and began to pump in and out slowly with a twist at the wrist. Her mouth opened in a low moan, feeling both hands busily working at her body for a change. As if by instinct, Lori hefted her heavy fleshy mound up to her lips and leaned forward to catch her engorged nipple into her mouth and sucked eagerly. As her lips closed around it, and her tongue slathered it with her saliva, her hips moved in and out against her hand as its digits thrust in and out against her pink walls with loud wet sounds. It felt incredible, sucking her own nipple, and it was something she never would've thought possible for as long as she would live. She sucked harder, pulling more and more of her nipple in, drawing her areola in as well. Her breast flesh filled her mouth as her eyes began to roll back in the pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingers worked deeper and harder into her pussy, juices spilling out between her fingers onto her bed, and wriggling her hips about to get them in deeper.

	She drove her fingers in and out harder, sucked hungrily at her large nipple as hot drool rolled out onto the curve of her breast, she soon realized she had a free hand, and a breast left out of the fun. Instantly, Lori's hand latched itself onto her breast and very roughly began to fondle herself. She pinched her areola and gripped her nipple hard, tugging back harshly and twisting her wrist. She felt like she was jerking her tit off and the idea itself drove her snatch mad with lust. As she jerked her nipple more, her legs spread open and forced her hand in deeper and harder, muffled moans and whimpers filled the room. Lori had never felt this kind of pleasure in her life, her breasts and her nipples were so sensitive now, and she could easily stimulate them both and finger herself at the same time. Her eyes clamped shut as her hands picked up the pace as her pleasure racked up, the moaning growing louder and more desperate as she grew closer and closer to climax. She bit down at the base of her nipple lightly and squealed in pleasure, her pussy gushing with her thick cum and getting it all over her hand and bed. As she cried in orgasm, her nipple slipped out of her mouth and forced her large breast to whip out and jiggle obscenely, sending ripples across to the other one. Spent from her orgasm, Lori's eyes grew heavy as she caught her breath, and promptly fell asleep with her hand still idly wriggling about inside her pussy.

	"Satisfied?" came a voice right beside her. It sounded familiar, but not instantly. She groaned and rolled sleepily away from the voice. "You definitely look better than you did when I left last night."

	Snapping her eyes open, she suddenly realized who it was that was talking. She rolled back to face him, and was both relieved and overcome with embarrassment to see Dark sat on his knees at her bedside. "D-Dark!" she shouted, face a deep scarlet, and quickly pulled a sheet up over her naked body. "H-how long have you been sitting there!"

	Dark flashed that same white grin as he did when she first saw him as his only reply. "Long enough," he laughed, "I liked watching you turn, the way your boobs jiggled was pretty hot."

	A pillow slapped him across the face, knocking the smile off his face and replacing it with one of shock. The pillow was then thrown at him, followed by another and a strong shove to knock him to the floor. "Pervert!" Lori scolded, holding the sheet up against her chest and pointing down at him on the floor. "Jeeze, normal people don't like to be stared at while they're sleeping! Especially by weird cat men!"

	"Trianni," he corrected, pulling himself up onto his knees and shaking his head of the dizziness, "and," Dark began before looking up at the ceiling, as if to call her on something else. "Touché, I probably shouldn't have been watching. I really need to start thinking before speaking, and less of the other way around." He laughed at himself, as if it was a joke, and hopped up and sat on her bed beside her. "So, answers. Feeling better from last night?"

	Lori's eyes averted slightly as the red from her cheeks returned, the events of last night fresh in her mind. How she sucked her own nipple and drilled herself to orgasm. "Yes and no," came the reply, looking back at him. "Yes, I've calmed down and feeling better. No, I'm still not too happy about this."

	Dark crossed his arms and nodded, a flick of his white tail scratching his furry ear lazily. "What about it, exactly?"

	"What do you think," she retorted, sitting up, taking a bit of a stern tone with him to catch his attention. "For one thing, why did you just storm out on me, and ignore me when I had a perfectly legitimate question? That wasn't exactly fair of you, you know."

	"It's not exactly easy dealing with someone when you're being yelled at and told how to do your job like you were," he admitted with a shrug, "And it didn't seem like either of us were in very good moods, and carrying on would only cause more problems before anything was even resolved." It was completely sound reasoning, really. He wasn't being childish or unfair to Lori, he just felt that nothing would get done the way they were. She had to admit that he was right.

	Lori was about to respond, but stopped herself. Even before the wish, she wasn't in a good mood to begin with. Problems with bills, arguments with friends and family, personal issues. But it wasn't like being told you suck at your job, or being criticized. Maybe there was more on his mind than just that, and maybe she had to stop and think that his problems might have been worse off than hers. "I'm sorry," she figured was appropriate to say. "I was being a little unfair last night. I had some problems earlier, and I guess I took them out on you."

	"Yeah, me too," he sighed with a small smile. "I almost lost my job before I came to you, and--"

	"Wait, job?" repeated Lori in surprise, "I thought that was your job!"

	He stopped and laughed lightly and shook his head. "Making girls boobs bigger? My job? Oh no no no!" He took it as a little funny this time, sometimes humans could be so funny after all. "This is just a hobby of mine. Trust me, baby, I wish it was my job to make boobs grow!"

	At least she had a job somewhere; this guy almost lost his, and that really made her see just how minute her problems really were compared to his. Now she felt even worse. But he didn't seem too bothered anymore. She smiled a bit at him, happy he didn't lose his job. "Next question. You said you could change people back if you weren't satisfied with the results, right?" she asked, having his attention back to her, "So what's the difference between you undoing it, and undoing it at my request?"

	"You mean other than the fact that I don't make them smaller?" he replied, scratching the back of his head. "Let me explain how this magic works."

	He went into explanation about how his magic doesn't just come from him, but from the universe he was from that had an abundance of energy. Each time he used the magic, some energy was taken from his world, and he would shape it into whatever he wanted; in this case, growth of a particular part of the body. It was his choice to do what he is with it, but that there were still rules with it. When energy leaves the universe, it was very difficult to get it to return because of how much is even there in the first place. So he meant it when he said there were no take-backsies with him. If he were to to return it, he might not be able to return home.

	"But," she asked, raising an eyebrow, "you said you could undo if it you weren't happy with it. But isn't that returning this energy back home?"

	"Well, yes, but," he started, scratching his head in thought for a moment to find the right words, "have you ever done something, but when it was finished, the result wasn't what you wanted or thought it would be?" Lori nodded slowly, trying to see where he was going with it. "It's a lot like that; in that case, you have to salvage what you can and start over to get that desired effect. With me, I can just rearrange the energy being spent until I'm satisfied and the result is what I want it to be," he explained, "but in this case, it's just what I wanted it to be. You're not happy with it, but I unfortunately can't take it away and send it home, see?"

	Lori might not have understood, but she was lost when he started on about his universe. And she could see the logic. For him to change what he isn't happy with, no more energy comes or goes. But what she was asking for was for him to take away the energy. "So, just to clarify," she asked, "you cannot change me back to normal?"

	He shook his head. "No."

	At least now she got her answer. She wasn't entirely happy, what she wanted was not given to her, but it was out of both of their hands. She was satisfied, at least, with his response. "But," he said, grinning the same as he did earlier and waving a finger at her, "I can rearrange the energy simply enough."

	She was about to ask what that meant, but a strong tingle overtook her whole body. It started at her breasts as they quivered under the sheet. Her eyes widened as they slowly shrank down in size, reducing from the massive watermelons, to about the size of an overfilled volleyball, the flesh receding into her body. Steadily, they continued down, just slightly larger than her head and jiggled happily at their current size, but retained their large, puffy nipples, although slightly smaller. Lori felt the tingle jump from her breasts and down her stomach, slightly filling that out on the way and settling on her hips and ass, pushing them outwards slowly and giving her a nice, round, apple-shaped bottom, and broad, borderline child-bearing hips. Finally, the tingle swallowed up her legs, and began to stretch them out, lengthening them and giving her hips more room for a smooth, steady bit of curve.

	"W-what the," she gasped, hopping up from the bed and coming around to her mirror to have a look. Lori was hardly able to believe that she was seeing herself, with her new, slender long legs, and her amazingly curvy hips. She turned slightly to see the perfect shape of her bum, tentatively running her hand over the cheek. "Oh, wow," she giggled and gave herself a little slap. Her breasts, while still a bit on the large side, went along with the rest of her body very nicely. It wasn't exactly what she wanted, but given the circumstances, she was at least happy with the way things went about. "This is much better, Dark," she said with a smile and looked over at him.

	"I did what I could with what I had." His work done, he stood up and fixed his coat, giving Lori a smile and a thumbs up. "Knock them dead, baby." Before Lori could so much as say another word, just like last night, he dove into the computer monitor and was gone, just like that.

	She smiled and followed him to the monitor, trying to look deeper into it to maybe find him, but there was no depth, it was just her monitor, sat atop her desk with her computer. Sighing, she turned back to her closet, looking at herself in the mirror at the same time and admiring her new figure. "I might as well make the most of it; I'm stuck like this after all," she said with a small laugh, "I just hope I got something that fits me now."

	Elsewhere in the world...

	Jenny's breasts shook and wobbled violently as they surged out into her hands as if they were balls of dough rising in the oven. "O-ooohh," she moaned, squeezing and caressing her still growing mounds, pushing her thumbs into her nipples as they grew along with her breasts. "Y-yess, yes, keep growing, babies, please," she pleaded, kneading them roughly, "No more A cups, no more tiny titties!" Jenny cried, arching back. They were growing well passed a cantaloupe's size, swelling and pulsing and growing larger still, graduating to large beach balls, her nipples reaching about the size of a small tea plate, rapidly spreading over her expansive summits, and she was only getting bigger and larger, and heavier. Openly masturbating now, she squealed and moaned as she pumped her hips harder against her busy hand. She wanted them bigger still, and bigger than that even...

	"Heheheh," a familiar character laughed to himself as he watched Jenny from inside her plasma TV, lounging on a bench on the station she was watching and enjoying the show with a strawberry soda and sunglasses. "At least I know there won't be any complaints this time." He laid there, doing his best Rich Boy and complemented his still work-in-progress. "I'm gonna be here for a while. Not that I mind!"

The End

All's well that ends well, right? I should probably write more short stories, I feel like I learned a lot thanks to feedback from the last chapter. Also, take notice that I fine-tuned the last chapter. Hopefully, I was able to add more description on both parts. If not, let me know, I'll see if I can improve on it more.