As the last immortal on the planet, I've received powers beyond the imagination. In some ways, living a normal life is boring. Perhaps that is why the Gods gave us so many diverse powers. I have tormented and changed so many humans over the years, but the story of Samantha is one of my best triumphs.
I was working as a mild mannered reporter at a local daily newspaper. I love playing on the tried and true stories. Besides, reporters get to stick their noses into other people's business, so the job satiates my incredible curiosity. Sam was an attractive woman with long, straight blonde hair and a model's face. She had big, pouty lips without having implants and expressive blue eyes. Her smile, when she released it from captivity, was a killer. Unfortunately, Sam was a mean-spirited bitch who couldn't or rather wouldn't work with anyone. Everyone in the office thought she deserved a load of shit to be dumped on her and her desk. I saw a challenge.
Sam hated me so conquering her spirit would be a pleasure. And since I had all the time in the world, I could afford to take things slow. I programmed my body to specific parameters simply by thinking about what I wanted to happen. The first time Sam touched me, she would feel a minor sexual shock run through her body and her nipples were to stay achingly erect for 24 hours. Each successive time she touched me she was to feel hornier and hornier with her lustful nature only, seemingly to be answered by me, someone she detested. I included a special sensation in the magic that whenever she touched me she felt ten per cent more compelled to touch me again. Even if there was a minuscule notion in her mind of desire to touch me, she would, over time, feel overwhelmed with the need to touch me which would increase her desire towards me. If her independent will could fight my magic off, very well, but I thought I could break her. Just to add something to the mix I also included some breast growth magic to my touch. Each time she touched me she was to gain a cup size over the next two weeks until each breast was the size of her head. If her will weakened to the point of being so horny she had to have sex with me, she would have to cum five times before she would fall hopelessly in love with me. To add a challenge to the game, I created a reverse spell. If I willingly touched her before she was mentally mine, all effects would reverse themselves. This was really unnecessary because over several thousand years, you tend to build up a good deal of patience. With my rules in place, I thought, "Let the games begin." And so it was.
It took a month before anything happened. We were both on a crowded elevator and I felt something touch my hand. It was Sam's hand. We were both carrying briefcases and the clasp on her old case flew open. In reaching with her free hand to catch the opening lid, she touched my hand. Score one for me. I helped her pick up her things and she closed her case without so much as a thank you. We didn't touch a second time. When the door opened, I pulled my nice guy act and said, "Sorry about your briefcase."
She harumphed and walked away. As the door closed, someone said, "Bitch. You helped her and she didn't even acknowledge you."
I smiled, "You know. She's a very pretty lady. I think I'm wearing her down."
Everyone in the elevator laughed.
Later that day I had occasion to walk by Sam's desk. She had her dark navy blue power jacket off and I could see her rather large erect nipples poking through the loose silk fabric. She was fanning her flushed face.
"Hi. How are you doing?"
"I'm hot."
I looked about and saw several other women wearing sweaters, "Yeah. I know. Say. You want to go shopping for a briefcase later today?"
"No. I'll go at the end of the week." She looked up at me with a stern expression on her face, "By my self."
I smiled like a village idiot, as though I were unaware of her hostile attitude towards me, "Okay. But if you like, I'll go with you anytime." I smacked the doorway of her office with the palm of my hand and said, "See ya."
I walked to a store room and morphed into a lady bug and flew back to her office to see what was really going on. Once I was a lady bug on the wall, I watched her look out the door of her office to see if anyone was witnessing what was going on and then she closed the door. I watched as she undid two buttons on her silk blouse and she reached in and pulled out one of her small A-cup breasts. The nipple stood out like the tip of a half-inch long spiked heel. She puckered and blew air across it. Apparently her nipples were very sensitive because she threw her head back and let out a soft moan. She lifted her weight off her pretty behind and slipped up her dress. Without even thinking she cut a hole in her black stockings and drove a finger up inside her dripping snatch. Her other hand fanned her nipple like a mad fiend possessed and in moments I could smell her juices. She fingered her erect clit with as much abandon as her nipple and in moments I watched her face contort into exquisite ecstacy as she came like she'd never come before. Deep inside, I knew, a part of her was thinking of me. I dropped to the floor unnoticed and crawled out of her office thinking how wonderful it was that she was a sexual dynamo. If that were the case, she would be easier to win over than I had previously expected. Her demands for sex would slowly conquer her churlishness.
That night, continuing in my current role of ultimate nice guy, I went out and bought an extremely expensive lady's briefcase and had it couriered to the office before eight the next morning. I didn't see her the next day and she didn't even talk to me for a week.
The following week I was out on assignment so when I came back to the office, I was curious to see what she looked like with her new larger, B-cupped breasts.
In fact, the first time I saw her she was wearing the same silk blouse. This time, I noticed that instead of two demanding nipples sticking out from the silk top, that there was a gentle puckering of the material that had not been there before, as though she had been gaining weight in one particular spot. I entered her office with a second new briefcase.
"Hi, Sam." I said innocently enough. "I bought you a new briefcase."
She didn't look up from her computer. She must have been deep into her article. "You already bought me one."
"Oh? I'm sorry. When you didn't come down to my office and thank me, I figured you didn't get it. That the courier screwed up."
She finally looked up, "I didn't come down to thank you because I didn't accept it." She nodded to the corner of her office, "I don't really know you Burt and I'm not planning to get to know you, all right."
I looked down, with my best hurt little boy look on my face, "I see."
"Hey! I'm sorry. You caught me off guard. All right?" She walked from behind her desk and picked up my first gift. When she handed it to me she took my free hand and guided it to the handle of the briefcase, "It was really a nice thought but I can't take it."
I looked up and stared deeply into her baby blues. Fire smoldered there, although I could see something akin to confusion too. I knew I didn't excite her for I wasn't her supposed type, yet she was feeling the inner fire all the same. "I really wish you'd take it. It's the best of its kind and I...I really like you Sam."
She laughed and walked away from me, the magic of the moment gone. "I can't. I really can't, Burt. You... you're just not my type."
I offered my killer smile which, I knew, would have some effect on her if only because of her heightened sense of sexuality. I could see her erect nipples already as they tried to burrow their way through that poor silk blouse. Her face became flushed. "You can't blame a guy for trying. I bet if I keep trying, I'll win you over."
"Don't bother. Now if you'd please leave I've got a story to finish."
I nodded, "Of course." It was all I could do to keep from laughing. If she had to masturbate after the first touch, then she was going to have a tough time finishing that article without doing it again, perhaps more than once. I left her office and went back to work myself.
Three weeks later I saw Sam walk by my office. She was wearing that same jacket/blouse combination. I noticed that her new C-cuppers were causing it to strain at the sides. I felt my eleven inch cock come to life just thinking about what she would look like inside that silk blouse. I placed a small bet in my mind that if she touched me again, that she would no longer be able to wear that blouse.
After that first time I saw her in my area of the building I began noticing her about more often. It took me a while to guess what was going on before I figured it out. A small part of her had been curious about touching me. Now, because of the magic spell, that innate sense had increased. I knew what was happening to her. She still couldn't identify what was happening. Rather, it was like she had to go and get something out of the fridge but when she got there, she forgot what it was.
The game was on and not only was I leading 2 - 0, I had a distinct advantage. In my mind, I couldn't even really go to her office with the idea that I hoped she touched me. All I could do, to be faithful to the game was to act the shy, sensitive type and to periodically be seen trying to woo her.
One day, six months after the second touch, when I saw her come to work with that same old jacket and blouse combination, I went out at lunch and bought a dozen yellow roses. Yellow for friendship.
I went up to her office and wrapped on the open door. "Eh-hem."
She looked up and gave me a dazzler of a smile, "Burt. I've been thinking about you."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh. I don't know why, but I guess your sweet nature just kind of makes a girl think of you."
I whipped the flowers out from behind my back, "Then I guess I must be getting to you a little bit."
She gasped. "For me? No one's ever given me flowers."
Because you're always such a bitch to them, I thought. "Really? I'm shocked, a beautiful girl like you not getting flowers before."
She walked out from behind her desk and spontaneously touched my hand while taking the flowers from me. "Thanks," she said.
"You're welcome."
Later that day, in ladybug mode once again, I flew into her office. I looked at her now packed silk blouse (her jacket was on the back of her chair) and saw her sweet nipples sticking out like two lolly-pops aching to be sucked. She squirmed in her seat and looked over at her desk. I saw what she was looking at. A banana. She stopped typing, reached over for her scissors and stood up. She quickly hiked up her short skirt, pulled her panties down at the crotch and snipped a hole in them. Next she dropped the scissors, picked up the banana, inserted the fruit into her soaking pussy, lowered her skirt and sat back down. Then she slid her chair forward resting her now C-cuppers on her wrists while she typed. Every so often she flipped her thumb and fingers over her extremely sensitive teats. She was so sex-starved that she was going to try to cum with her office door open.
Quickly I slipped through a crack in the corner of the room and found myself in a storage closet. I changed back into human form and walked around to her office.
I stuck my head around the corner of her door without looking, knowing I was going to delay her orgasm because of nearly being caught, "Hey, Sam. I was wondering if you wanted to go to Jerry's for a couple of drinks after work?"
She turned to face me and I saw a sexy woman's face lost in lust. Her nipples stuck out further than I might have imagined and I could see that in the short time since I had left her that she had undone a couple of buttons on her blouse. She had been trying to give them direct stimulation without the nasty clothing getting in the way, "Um, what?"
"Jerry's for drinks?"
"Um sure."
I smiled, "Great. I'll be by at what, sex, I mean six?"
"Sure. I should be over by then." She winced, "Finished."
"Okay. See you then."
I turned to leave and she called out to me, "Burt?"
I stuck my head back into her office. In her desperation to cum her hand had slipped inside her blouse. I pretended not to notice. A gentleman doesn't do that sort of thing, "Yeah?"
Her normal personality had taken over once again and she swivelled so I couldn't see what she was doing with her hand. She made it look like she was simply doing up a loose button, "Nothing."
For a second I thought she had been going to ask me if I could join her so she could use something different than a banana, but she didn't say anything and I left the room.
That evening we ordered drinks. She sipped at her rum and coke and I had a dark beer on the go when I thought this wasn't going to go anywhere. I could still see the nipples pushing at her jacket, but she seemed distant.
"I don't know why I said yes to coming here with you."
I smiled to myself, "I must have caught you at a bad time."
"I don't usually do this sort of thing."
"If you're in any way uncomfortable, then..." I reached out to comfort her by taking her hand and then realized that I would turn the score from 3 - 0 to 3 - 1 and I wouldn't have the joy of seeing her become a D-cupper. In fact, she would go the other way, back down to a B-cup. It was just that the gesture was so...Burt. I had created such a nice guy for this life, that the motion was simple and genuine. I pulled back. I realized then that I shouldn't have because I wasn't trying to touch her in order to win the game. I immediately made those kinds of touches game neutral.
Sam noticed me pull back, "What's wrong?"
I pretended not to know what she was talking about, "Huh?"
"You were going to reach out and touch me and you pulled back."
"No I wasn't," I lied.
"Yes you were. I've seen you console people. I've watched you be with them. You touch them all the time." She shuddered, "I hate that characteristic."
I stared down at my beer. "If you must know, I still really like you and I don't want you to think I'm hitting on you. I just want to hang with you and get to know you. Touch is such a very powerful connector that I don't want to frighten you."
She laughed and picked up my hand.
Bingo! 4 - 0!
"Touch isn't that important." She swung my hand for a minute in mid-air before releasing it.
She had touched me twice within the two week breast growth cycle which meant that she would not only grow to DD, but now her breasts would be forced to grow to D in an instant.
"I beg to differ," I said, as I observed her. She became very quiet and got a far away look. I heard a ripping noise and guessed that the silk blouse was in tatters. Her once tight jacket puckered and pulled. Her nipples rammed out into the jacket.
She grabbed my hand again (5 - 0 and DD, leading to an E!), "Come with me."
She pulled me through the restaurant, out into the street and hailed a cab in seconds. Inside the cab I could smell her pussy juice. She must be incredibly hot having touched me three times in a single day.
Once inside the cab she gave the directions to her house. I looked at her and could see a large volume of naked breast flesh peeking out through the V in her jacket. Her face was flushed and her eyes were glazed over. She snuggled up next to me and touched me again (6 - 0 and E with the two week cycle to EE!). She whispered into my ear, "I've got to have you now."
I whispered back, "We can't do anything in the cab!"
Urgently she said, "I know you're a gentleman, but I've got to be fucked." She reached down to her chest and placed a hand over the V in her jacket, making contact with her rapidly expanding tits, "What's happening to me?"
"You do seem to be getting larger up top and very distressed. Is it me?"
"I-I don't think so. It seems to be me. Over the last year I've been having these..."
"What?"
"'Need for sex' attacks. I've now had three today."
"You've obviously been suffering from stress. Is three in a day typical?"
"No. One about a year ago, another six months ago and one a few weeks ago and now three today." She licked her full lips like she needed cock, or one of her own nipples, "God, I'm hot. I've never felt this way before. Burt, you'll just have to do me."
"I can't in the car."
With that the cabbie stopped and leaned back and said, "I hope your lady friend will be okay. She looks sick."
I smiled and nodded, "Yeah. Something she ate. How much?"
"Eleven fifty, Mac."
I tossed a $20 at him and ushered Sam out of the car. My touch being out of genuine concern, I didn't ruin the score so far. Once on the third floor of her apartment building she unbuttoned her jacket and her now E-cupped breasts spilled outwards. "God that hurt! What the hell's happening to me? I woke up this morning a D-cup and now I've just blown apart my bra and shirt!"
Her large honeydews were nice babies too. Very round and firm. They stood out proudly on her chest. She had given me her keys on the elevator and I had left the elevator ahead of her to find her door. After the delay in freeing her massive tits and cupping them up to her mouth and sucking on the nipples for the first time, Sam ran down the hall, her tits bouncing all over the place. I thought it would be lovely to see her as a double EE in a couple of weeks. She didn't seem to notice the jiggling of her massive hooters. She ran up to me and leaped. Fortunately I was braced for impact. She hiked up her skirt and with the hole in her panties already there from her early banana episode, she slimed my leg as she shamelessly rubbed her pussy against it.
With her wrapped around me I walked the last few steps to her apartment and opened the door. When I turned to look at her I realized she had just touched me again. Her boobs were now EE's with the two week cycle leading her to F-cup. God! I hadn't dreamed it would be this fast. She was beautiful and so horny she was almost ready to burst. Come to think of it, I had a pretty large log in my pants too.
I tore her off me and undid my pants. She reached out for my eleven inch cattle prod and her tits sprung out to F-cup in an instant. She was beyond comprehending what was happening to her. She had touched me so many times and was so horny that she just had to have sex. I could hear her ripping off her skirt and panties and in moments she was masturbating herself to an incredible orgasm.
Since I was only just getting excited and she was magically induced to be excited, I was nowhere near cumming yet. I forced her mouth away from my firearm and carried her into the bedroom sucking on her massive erect nipples all the way. Once in her bedroom I set her down as gentlemanly as I could and I took off my clothes.
She took off hers too, what was left of them.
I moved onto the bed and she spread wide for me, "I don't love you, but I've got to have a man. I feel like an animal in heat. Burt. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
I obliged, driving my large cock deep inside her soaking wet pussy. She threw her head back in ecstacy and came immediately. That was score number one of game two. Four more and she would be my emotional love slave. She reached out with her hands and grabbed my muscular buttocks and pulled me deep inside her. I simply ground against her clit for another five minutes and I brought her off again. In reaching out to me I noticed her breasts had grown to F-cuppers. I had rarely ever changed a woman so drastically in the past and knew that I would be addicted to this forever. I could feel my balls beginning to constrict, but I mentally shut down the cum factory as I leaned in and began sucking her incredibly large, incredibly sensitive boobs. She threw her head back again, and cried out, "Yes! YES! YESSSSS!"
She looked at me with those baby blues and those sultry lips and mouthed, "Again."
I obliged. I began hammering into her with all the power of a raging bull.
"Oh God. You're so big and perfect. God, Burt, your cock is so big." At that moment she chose to look down at herself and smiled, "God my titties are huge! What's, ung! Happening to ung! me?"
"I don't know sweetheart," I said as compassionately and passionately as I could at the moment, "but I'm enjoying it."
"Ung! That's good, ung! Because I'm thinking of asking you...Yes! Oh God! You've brought me off a third tiiiiiiime."
This time I came with her, shooting loads of hot, white jism into her creamy, needy cunt. I came with a passion I've never experienced before and knew that I was going to love being married to this super-slut, slave of a wife who in another two orgasms would worship the ground I walked on. Even after I stopped cumming, I opened my eyes and watched as she finished. I reached up and pinched her right nipple and leaned down and sucked hard on the left one.
"Oh yes, Darling. Keep, ung! doing, ung! that. Ung! Harder. Be rougher with them. They are sensitive but they can take it." She reached up and pushed my face down into her breast and I could feel it swell up to greet me as it grew still another size.
I never lost my erection as I stroked her harder and harder, feeling the jiz building in my balls again. She was out of it...had lost all sense of self control... She thrashed on the bed like a wild animal and came over and over and over again until, finally, I shot my load a second time.
We came together like two lions in a savage fury. It was purely animal and it was fantastic. I pulled on her nipples with my teeth and fingers driving her further into heaven than I've seen any woman go over the eons.
When at last I stopped cumming and thrusting, I rolled off my amazon princess and fell asleep.
I woke to the sound of bacon sizzling in the pan. I looked up and there was miss domestic Sam, carrying in a mug of coffee. "Hi lover. Thought you would like some breakfast."
She was wearing an old t-shirt that she has somehow managed to pull over her mammoth breasts. Still the bottom of the shirt revealed upside down cleavage and her softly rounded tummy. Some of her massive hooters bulged out the top at the neck opening.
"Nice look, doll."
She turned sideways to show that in profile, her breasts stood out from her chest nearly a foot. I could see clearly that each one was already as large as her head. I knew that my spells always worked, so she would still grow an additional size over the next two weeks. I smiled. This kind of thing had happened before when the forces that bind the world together acted on my behalf. Knowing I still wanted her bigger, her breasts had grown to accommodate my whim. "You like?" she asked.
"Doll, you're more woman than any man has a right to."
"Sweetheart, with that monster cock of yours I feel as lucky in reverse."
I smiled. She reached out and touched my hand, a gentle loving gesture like one my current alias would have made. I knew now that she had a compulsive desire to touch me. It felt wonderful. I reached out and touched her arm equally as lovingly.
"I was a little upset when I woke with such large breasts. Do you think that I should see a doctor? What do you think everyone else will say?"
I thought a moment and sent the magic out around me. From this point on everyone would think that Sam has always had breasts this large, "I don't think it will be a concern either way."
"Whatever you say, lover." She laughed and offered me her killer smile, "I guess I'll have to go out and buy some new bras."
"I wouldn't rush it, doll," I said knowingly. "You just might have some more growing to do."
"Do you think so?"
"Mm-hmm." I reached up and pulled her closer. Using my extra-human strength I ripped open her t-shirt, "That's better. These babies should be exposed for me to see all the time."
I was surprised but delighted by her answer. I didn't think she had that much will power left, but she was a crafty one, "Uh-huh. Naked sometimes. Other times I'll have to paste them into special outfits just to drive you crazy."
I nodded in the direction of the kitchen, "Is everything off out there?"
"Mm-hmm."
I sat up and hefted one of her boobs to her mouth. "You take this one." She began to suck with abandon. "And I'll take this one."
She uncoupled her pretty mouth from her nipple for just a second, "And I'll cum in minutes, you fucking stud."
I felt the delicious bud between my lips and I began flicking it with my tongue. Oh God! The life of an immortal!