Today's the first day of the year. I've already scoped out my first two classes, there hasn't really been anything special. Until English class. I get in there and I see hardly anything worth seeing. Until Aimee. Aimee and I met only a year ago, so we weren't that close. But she still went right over to me and sat right down.

“Hey.” She was the timid type, cute, bashful, but still unbearably attractive somehow. One of those strange paradoxes where a girl hardly tries, but because of it, gets even more attractive? Doesn't happen a lot, but when it does, its pretty awesome. But there was only one thing. Aimee was nice to look at – long brown hair, amazing green eyes, round pretty face – and she was incredibly sweet (like, toothache/ cavities amount of sweet), but she lacked one thing – breasts. It was too bad. If she had those, she would be perfect. Aware that I was spacing out, I quickly smiled back.

“Hey.” I said, looking over at the teacher as she walked in. 

“Hello class...” She was a cheery one, and it nauseated me a little. “First day. Goodness, I'm disorganized...” She shuffled around on her desk. She gave a disgruntled but passive sigh. “Ah well, wouldn't you know, I forgot the books! Could you two do me a favor and get the books from the back room?” She pointed to Aimee and I. We nodded and stood, Aimee with a huge smile on her face, happy to be helping. As we exited, I tried to come up with conversation.

“Crazy teacher right? Can't even keep books straight.” I said, jingling her keys in my hand as we walked to the storage room.

“Hey, its the first day. Can't blame her for forgetting a few things.” Aimee said back sweetly.

“Yeah, I guess you're right...” I scoffed a bit, but put on a smile. We entered the storage room and went deep inside, to the back of the room. The books were at the far end, near the very back corner. We began stacking them onto a cart to transport them when I noticed something strange. Near the back of the shelf we were taking books from, I noticed a small, faded, falling apart book. 

“I'd hate to get this one.” I joked as I showed her. She nodded, then continued putting book after book on the cart. I opened it, curious to see if it would all just fall apart after I did. It was just an ordinary textbook, nothing really that special. Somebody doodled a bunch in it, weird pentagrams and odd symbols. Probably some emo goth kid or something. But then I noticed a sentence on one of the pages:

“Whomever reads this sentence will hold the power over the female specimen whilst the book remains opened.” I read the sentence and chuckled. 'Wow, really?' I smirked. 'Kid must've been a real whack job...' I stared over at Aimee as she took a break from piling on books. She smiled at me, and I smiled back as she let out heavy breaths. I glanced at her flat chest and wondered. '...man, I really wish Aimee had, like...D-cups or something. She would be perfect...'

Suddenly, Aimee's knees buckled and she fell to the floor. Shocked, I rushed over to help her back up

“Jeez, are you ok?” She nodded, and bit her lip.

“Yeah, I dunno what's wrong with me, I just...felt...oooohhhh...is it hot I here, or...?” She couldn't finish  her sentence through her moans. Just then, I noticed her shirt tightening. Her breasts stretched and grew, her shirt getting smaller and smaller, drawing up, revealing her thin yet tan stomach.

“Woah...” I took a step back. I couldn't believe what was happening.

“What is...ohhh...what's happening...?” She moaned louder now, cupping her ever-growing breasts. They were the size of taut tennis balls now, and they still continued to grow. She leaned against the wall, breathing heavier and heavier, gasping, moaning out loud. They were grapefruits now, and I heard  her bra make a slow “snap!” It fell out of her now midriff-shirt, but they kept expanding. “Ohhh...unnnhhh...” She couldn't stop moaning. She looked at me, her eyes desperate and passionate. “Mmmpphhh...do...do something...!” Her shirt began to tear in the center, revealing her new cleavage. She kept them up with her hands, and they spilled over. I just gawked, awe-struck.

'What could do this...?' I wondered. Then I looked over at the book. I had left it lying open over on the shelf. 'No way'. I thought about all the possibilities that I could use, all the things I could do. I picked the book up from the shelf, and held it in my hands. I read the sentence again and thought 'I want Aimee to desire me now'.

“What...what're you-” she continued to mon, but she smiled and looked at me with her passionate green eyes. “Ohh...hey there...” she said lustfully. She let go of her breasts, and they bounced heavily, then split her shirt the rest of the way, revealing her new boobs, bare and gloriously gigantic. She stepped towards me. “These new boobs...” She put her arms around me. She whispered in my ear. “I wanna break them in...” Suddenly, she grabbed my hands, causing me to drop the book, but they were filled with Aimee's glorious endowments. As the book fell, it closed. The look in Aimee's eyes vanished, and she dropped my hands. She looked at me innocently.

“Uhh...hey?” Her voice had lost its lust and was replaced by a dazed confusion. She looked down at her chest, my hands resting softly upon her. She jumped back. “Hey!” The shock went away quick, but then she looked down and cupped her bare breasts, trying to cover them with her shredded shirt. “Oh my God! What...how...how did this happen?” She looked panicked, breathing heavily. “I can't go around like this! They're...they're HUGE!” She bounced them a little. “What are we gonna do?” She asked me. I reached down for the book and flipped to the page.

“I've got an idea...”

THE END