Michelle wandered through the aisles of the public library, searching for books of interest that may catch her eye. She picked up a few, reading the back, then shaking her head and putting it back on the shelf. Michelle was a cute girl with a great figure. An attractive face, long brown hair, a perfect ass, and breasts that were perky and well rounded. At least C-cups. She continued to roam the library, searching for an interesting novel to thumb through.

Although Michelle had this astounding body, she always desired it to be better. Her breasts in particular. She always wanted them to be huge, that the glorious C-cups she was given just weren't enough. She looked at some of the other girls in her class, a girl name Lyza in particular; Lyza boasted huge ones, like perfect grapefruits, and she got most of the guys Michelle was after because of them. At least, she assumed that was the reason.

While in the historical section, she searches through various war books and religious novels, until she stumbled upon a weathered brown book. The leather binding was faded, and as she pulled it out, dust fell from its surface. The cover read "Ancient Spells of Forgotten Ages". Michelle smiled and brushed off the rest of the dust.

"This looks like it'd be good" she thought, and then took it and checked it out. Soon, she was home, and she quickly took out the spell book and opened it. On the cover, written in fine calligraphy, was a short message:

"Dearest Cassandra,

Inside this very book is the secret to solving your very problem. It is with this novel that I created the other Secret Book, but that one has been lost for ages. For now, this is the best I can offer. There is a specific spell that should work for you, and I marked its place for you. Please show me once you have used it, and do be careful.

Sincerely yours, Tiffany A. Massing"

Michelle was a bit puzzled by the message, but decided to laugh it off and move onto the book. She leafed through, seeing various spells, enchantments, and transformations. Things like "How to keep the flies out" to "How to transform into any animal". She was fascinated by them, all of the ancient ideas and languages that they all had, as well as some of the outrageous methods one had to take in order to implement them. She kept leafing through, stumbling upon a dog eared page towards the middle of the book. More transforming spells, but more personal ones. How to get taller. How to get a smaller nose. How to get rid of back humps. She scanned down them until she saw one that was starred in the same ink as the message on the very cover.

*How to enlarge your own breasts

Michelle paused. She read it again. She laughed a bit. "Why am I not surprised?" But there was something about the writing on the front that intrigued her. But she of course had her doubts. "No way this actually works. Just a joke or something." But curiosity tempted her. She read the instructions.

"If the spell below is ever read three times aloud, the caster's breasts will triple in size."

Michelle's eyes widened. Tripled? She looked down at her boobs. "God, they'd be like...F-cups!" She scanned down to the phrase, written in a strange language. It looked like complete gibberish. It read:

"Alingus Phorongeum Korotono Lan"

Sitting on her bed with the book on her legs, Michelle thought. "...couldn't hurt to try." She sat up straight and read it aloud, pushing her beautiful breasts outward. She read it, pronouncing it well, then she said it again. With the second time came a strange feeling. A light-headed fuzziness came over her, and her mind began to swim. "Woah..." she hesitated a bit, but managed to get out the last repetition. What followed those words was the strongest tingling she had ever encountered, centering on her breasts. The sensation was building fast, and it felt incredible. Soon Michelle was moaning softly, the feeling so new and pleasurable. "What's happening to me?" She asked herself softly.

Suddenly her boobs began to quiver lightly. As if being shaken by invisible hands, they shook restlessly, until they began to slowly swell. "Oh my...oh...unnnnnhhh..." Michelle's eyes rolled upwards in ecstasy, and she cupped her enchanted inflating breasts. She gasped in shock and joy. "Its...its working! And it feels so...ohhhh..." She couldn't stop moaning, the sensation growing more and more intense. They started to bulge out of her white low-cut shirt, her cleavage becoming larger and more prominent. The tank top began to stretch, the C-cups now well into DDs, the size of grapefruits. They were growing faster now, and she almost couldn't handle it, her moans now yells of orgasmic pleasure. Soon the tank top began to tear at the seams as she rubbed her engorged gifts with her fingers in euphoria. The shirt finally tore down the middle, her breasts only covered by an ever-dwarfing bra.

Suddenly, she began to panic as the over-inflated balloons began to reach ridiculous sizes.

"OK, you can stop now." She said, fighting the moans and rush through her boobs. "Really, this can..." A spike of pleasure hit her, the moans uncontrollable and unstoppable. Her eyes rolled and here back arched, and the bra finally snapped, her breasts flopping and bouncing about. "No...no!" She gasped, another spike filling her with immense delight, mixed with fear. "Stop! Please!" They refused and became perky watermelons. Finally, the largest and greatest wave hit her, and she collapsed on her bed, resting on the giant pillows now christened upon her.

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Michelle gawked at herself in the mirror. Even the longest shirt she owned looked like a tube top on her. She regretted it a bit, giving herself such massive mammeries. She turned to see her profile. They stuck out with twice the width of her body. Michelle grabbed her ass.

"It wouldn't be as bad..." she said, gripping it hard. "...if my ass balanced it out." She held it, but as she did, her pants began to tighten as her ass swelled like two perfect bubbles. "Oh God, no! I was kidding!"

Michelle held her ass in her hands, feeling it slowly swell to larger proportions. They tingled and a great sensation of pleasure coursed through her as she gripped.

"No! Stop, please!" She pleaded with her body. She finally let go, the sensation too much for her. Her butt still grew, but started slowing, then halted altogether. In a matter of seconds, it deflated to its old size. "Huh?" Michelle questioned in confusion. She took hold of each cheek firmly, and felt the sensation take hold as her butt slowly grew once more. She let go, and it deflated to normal once more. "Weird...so, my butt will go back to normal, but..." She looked at herself and her gargantuan gifts in the mirror. The ones she had hexed upon herself so foolishly. "...I guess I'm stuck with these. Shit." She went to bed, knowing that the next day at school was going to be an ordeal. She tossed and turned, her breasts feeling so strange and new. Somehow or another, she fell into a very uncomfortable sleep.

She awoke, hating that the daytime had arrived. She went into her closet, going through outfit after outfit, nothing seeming to even get past the bottom of her breasts. She also didn't have time to go out and get a bra. She wanted to call in from school altogether, just avoid the whole mess, but her Spanish final was today, and God knows her teacher wouldn't let her miss that. The bitch that that teacher was. Her grade couldn't take the hit, and this being her senior year, she wouldn't be able to graduate. This was of utter importance, mega boobs or not.

She settled on a sweater that barely covered her boobs, revealing most of her midriff, and straining to the max. She rubbed her flat stomach. "Hmph...well, I've seen most of the other girls at school wearing way worse than this, so I suppose this'll do." She put on a pair of yoga pants, keeping in mind her affliction, then she walked to school, only being a few blocks from her house. It was early enough in the day to avoid any sort of confrontation from the general public. School wasn't going to be easy and she knew it. She walked in the door and she couldn't get more than a few feet without the first guy she saw's jaw dropping. She ignored them as well as she could. Michelle was never one to seek attention, especially for her assets. She did get the occasional look even before she got these things, but she didn't mind those. But now, guys were drooling, staring without any sort of care. She felt like a sideshow character at a circus, and she hated it. She quickly slipped into class. She unfortunately didn't have any friends in her Spanish class, so she couldn't converse with anyone about it. The only person she kind of knew was Lyza. Michelle had always envied Lyza for her breasts her long black hair, and her perfect ass. All that had changed in a way, but not the way Michelle had wanted.

Michelle sat, ready to start her test. Her teacher, Ms. Hammond handed them out without barely saying a word, not even noticing Michelle's massive knockers. She was oblivious to most things around her anyway. Lyza sat next to Michelle and leaned towards her.

"When the fuck did you get those?" Michelle shrugged.

"Grew in this morning. Crazy, right?" Lyza looked at her suspiciously.

"Coulda swore there was some sort of recovery time on implants..."

"They're real, Lyza, ok? Butt out."

"Quiet, please." Ms. Hammond announced in her usual monotone voice. Michelle redirected her focus to her test, but she couldn't help feel a tingling sensation in her ass. It dawned on her.

'Damn, even when I sit?' She thought. She looked down and saw that the growth was very slow, almost unnoticeable. The tingling wasn't building up, but it was there. 'I have to sit here for two hours for this...what am I going to do?' Michelle shifted from one cheek to the next, trying to concentrate on the task at hand, but she was still incredibly distracted. She wobbled around, trying to keep her butt under control, but it had slowly grown an additional fourth to its natural size. Michelle started to panic a bit. She stood, pretending to stretch, letting her butt shrink back to normal as she lifted her legs and stretched her arms.

"Michelle, please, sit down." Ms. Hammond said in the same voice as before. Michelle went red.

"Sorry Ms. Hammond. Had to get it out of my system." She sat back down, feeling the sensation slightly prod her once more. She shifted from one to the other once more, occasionally holding herself up slightly in her chair, which was very difficult with the added weight of her titanic chest. Somehow she managed to ride out the entire class without having an ass the size of two basketballs. She stood and walked out, feeling it reduce to its regular size.

Michelle walked the halls to go home, Spanish being the only class for the day. She tried to avoid all the gawks and stares she got, almost rushing without looking where she was going. Her back was starting to hurt, the weight of her rack starting to hunch. In her hurry to home, she accidentally bumped into someone. She almost knocked him over.

"Oh God, I'm so-" She then saw who it was. It was Kevin, a guy she had liked since her freshman year. He looked back at her, then straight down at her chest, like every other guy. Typical. He quickly rerouted his eyes up to her face.

"Oh, uh...h-hey Michelle." He said with a bit of confusion.

"Hey Kevin. Sorry about that."

"Oh, uh...its...its fine. Yeah." Kevin tried with all his might to avoid staring at Michelle's chest. The sweater she had still let some massive cleavage show, and it was all Kevin really wanted to see. "Hey, are you doing anything tonight?" Michelle shook her head. "Well, I'm inviting some friends over to hang out. Feel like joining?" Michelle thought about this. He probably only wanted her to come because of her recently attained gifts. But...

"Are you still seeing Lyza?" Was her response.

"Wha? Lyza? No, we...we broke up ages ago. That's all...ancient history now." She looked at him skeptically. She couldn't tell if he was telling her everything. But this WAS Kevin after all. The guy she dreamed of getting for the longest time. She couldn't pass up the opportunity, breasts or no breasts.

"I'd love to come."

**AT THE PARTY**

Michelle went into Kevin's house, the party at full force. Music loud, rooms packed crowded, the smell of beer, and everyone dancing extremely close. She went in a bit worried, but the reason she actually showed, aside from getting close to Kevin, was to forget she ever had any worries. Walking in, she could make out only a few recognizable faces, most of them zoned out or just looking over and giving nod from where they stood. Kevin soon spotted her, and went right over.

"Hey! You made it!" He smiled. Michelle smiled back.

"Yeah, for sure. Pretty sweet party." They yelled into each other's ears in order to hear their own conversation. They danced for a bit, getting real close and moving to the beat. Michelle couldn't even tell where she was anymore. She was losing herself to the music, to Kevin's movement, to the stench of booze. All of it surrounded her, and she lost herself...

"Hey, wanna go upstairs for a bit?" Kevin suddenly spoke in her ear. She nodded instinctively. They climbed up to a more silent place, free of most anyone else, save for the select few in the upper hallway making out. Kevin opened a door to what looked like his bedroom. "C'mon. In here." They went in without even turning on the lights. It hadn't been more than a few moments in there alone before things got heated. Kevin got close quick, and soon they were playing with each other's tongues, stumbling around and bumping into furniture. Michelle soon felt a sweep of pleasure flow through her. It was from Kevin, his hands gripping her breasts. She couldn't help but moan. "You okay?" She nodded, no words to speak, and they were quickly lip locked again, Kevin massaging Michelle's breasts with his fingers, stroking them in circles. Soon, she felt him drift his hands toward her butt. She felt a pang of worry, but she was in so much ecstasy she couldn't bear to say anything. She felt his hands grip hard, and the sensation she had previously felt had changed. It felt as if something much bigger was coursing through her, a feeling much more intense and indescribable. She felt her ass slowly inflate in Kevin's hands, and Kevin felt it too.

"What the...?" Kevin didn't take his hands off of it, he just observed as it slowly grew to much larger proportions. They inflated and inflated, like filling with air. Michelle felt a sort of pressure building in her body. "Wh...what's going on?" Her ass had almost doubled in size.

"Yeah, Kevin, what IS going on?" Kevin dropped Michelle's ass and whipped around to see Lyza standing in the doorway.

"Lyza! I..uh..this isn't-"

"The fuck it isn't, you shit-head." Michelle looked in horror, her ass deflating to its regular size.

"B-but...you said..." Michelle blubbered in confusion.

"You are fucking dead, Michelle. When I'm done with you, you'll-" She didn't get the chance to finish her threat before Michelle darted past her and out of Kevin's house back home. She had tears in her eyes. She had her doubts, and unfortunately, they were true.

Now she had more than just an inflatable ass. It was one with a target installed on it.

**AT SCHOOL**

Now Michelle had even more to worry about. She had to get her test scores back from Ms. Hammond today, but she didn't want to run the risk of running into Lyza. So she went after school, when everyone had left. She checked in and asked Ms. Hammond.

"A C+. You passed. Congratulations." She said, barely looking up from her laptop. Michelle shrugged, then left. It wasn't what she was hoping for, but as long as she had passed, she didn't care. Now her main concern was getting home without running into any trouble, but she had to use the restroom first, and the only one open after hours was the one near the cafeteria. She made her way to it, and tried to open it. It jammed. It then opened a crack, and she only saw a brief sliver of someone's face before the door flew open and two hefty girls had her by the arms. They dragged her in, a third girl posting a sign on the door that read "OUT OF ORDER", then closed it. Inside were two more girls. One Michelle didn't recognize, the other one she knew very well: Lyza. She tried to yell, but she knew it was pointless. Nobody hung around the cafeteria after school hours. Not even teachers.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to stop by. I was hoping you would. I thought it would take at least a couple of days before I could pull this off, but you made it so easy by coming on the first day." Lyza rounded to Michelle's front. The two girls holding her had thrust her down into a kneeling position.

"Look, Lyza, I'm sorry. I-I didn't-"

"Save it, bitch. I don't care. You tried to fuck MY man, and now, I'm gonna fuck YOU over. Brittany, will you do the honors?" The girl she hadn't recognized was standing behind her. She stepped towards Michelle and gripped her ass hard. Michelle squealed. "Kevin told me all about last night. How your ass just decided to blow up right in his hands. At first, I didn't believe him. I thought he was just drunk or something. But I thought 'couldn't hurt to try'. If this didn't work out, I was just gonna bruise your tits or something. But..." She peeked around to see Michelle's butt inflating at a slightly rapid pace. "I don't think that'll be necessary now." Michelle tried to wriggle out, but the two muscle-heads were too much for her. She felt the sensation building and building, a pressure returning into her body once more. But now it began to focus on her breasts. She felt her butt slowly swelling to twice it's size, then three times as large, her hips wideneing and her thighs thickening. She couldn't hold back the moans, as much as she hated what was happening to her.

"You make a lot of fuss, don't you?" Lyza continued to taunt her to her face. "I'm gonna make sure you never walk again. Your ass will be so huge, you won't even be able to sit!" She sneered, patting her face. The pressure mounted, pushing more and more upon her breasts. Michelle had never experienced this sensation before, not even when her ass or breasts had grown for the first time.

"No...stop. Please..." Michelle said weakly. Her ass had gotten four times it's original size, the size of two basketballs, hips widened and thighs at least ten inches in diameter. The pressure seemed to be mounting even more, and she soon felt a sort of wetness on her breasts. At first she thought it was sweat, but it soon became a constant stream flowing down her chest, originating from her nipples. It dawned on her. It wasn't sweat: It was milk. She was lactating for some reason. As her ass reached an incredulous size, she felt her breasts pumping milk at a steady stream. Lyza seemed to take notice of the dampness on her sweater.

"You've got some gargantuan tittes, Michelle. Wonder what they look like..." As Lyza reached down to pull down Michelle's sweater, Michelle felt the pressure and sensation reach a climax, the pleasure coursing through her like the greatest orgasm she ever experienced. She screamed in orgasmic pleasure, as Lyza pulled down her sweater to be sprayed with milk from Michelle's breasts with the force rivaling a fire hose. Lyza flew back, choking on the milk she consumed, and all the other girls leaped back in surprise. Michelle took the opportunity and shoved the girl guarding the door out of the way and rushed out the door as well as she could, her ass the size of beach balls with hips and thighs in proportion.

She could only hear the screams of shock and disgust fade behind her as she ran.

**AT MICHELLE'S HOUSE**

Michelle went home and locked herself in her room. She was drenched in milk, her ass swollen to way past acceptable proportions, but her breasts had actually shrunken down to their normal size, before the whole mess had happened. She looked in the mirror in her room.

""Ugh...not a good tradeoff." She clenched her ass cautiously with her hands, but no sensation ran through it, and it grew no further. 'Well, looks like I'm at the max...uhh...wha?" She felt something hit her fast. Faster than any of the sensations she had ever felt. "Woah...woah, woah, woah, no! NO!" She felt the familiar growing sensation course through her breasts, and instead of a slow and gradual buildup, they seemed to plump up all at once, refilling with all the milk they had used just a little while ago. She shivered and squealed, then looked at their fully swollen figure. They were even bigger than they had started out with. Rivaling the size of her ass. "Oh shit. Just what I needed. Just when I thought I had enough to worry about, I get even bigger tits. Great. Just fucking great!" She lifted and tossed them down in anger, feeling the arousal she had before, along with a leaking of milk escape her nipples. "What from just that? Oh God..." She thought about it. "If I let them drain...will they just refill even bigger again? Damn. I can't mess with this. Now what?" She heard a knock at her door.

She went to see who it was. Through the peephole she could see a fish-eyed version of a very soggy Lyza. She backed off quickly.

"I know you're in there. Get the fuck out here so I can kick your ass for drenching me in your tit milk!" Michelle backed away, not wanting any more to do with her. "Dammit, I'll break the window! I will!" She was silent for a bit, but Michelle could hear a soft mutter from outside. She cautiously approached the peephole again, and saw Lyza gripping her voluptuous figure. She could hear her muttering. "Wh...what is this feeling? What is going on?" She held onto her breasts as they began to ripen and grow. "Holy shit! No! No way!" She was shaking in pleasure, gripping her ballooning bosoms in her hands. They were soon the size of softballs, then small globes. Lyza banged on Michelle's door. "I know you did this to me somehow, goddammit! I'm gonna kill you for this!" She rushed off, leaving an image of her clutching both her boobs and butt, both inflating to much larger proportions. She was gone from Michelle's home. Michelle stood there for a second, then looked at her own boobs.

"What...what are these? What have I done to myself...to Lyza?" She remembered the book of spells. She rushed to her room and went to her desk, opening to the page with the spell. She hadn't noticed it before, but written on the bottom was a note next to a star.

"This is the one. Be careful though, it may be a bit unstable. I haven't fully developed it.

-Tiffany A. Massing"

'Tiffany, eh?' Michelle went on her computer and looked up the name. As it turned out, Tiffany had her own shop right nearby downtown. Mysterious Curiosities. Some kind of antique store for magicians.

"We're gonna have a little chat, Ms. Massing."

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Michelle had finally located the curiosity shop, deep downtown in an alley. She managed to bus her way there, amongst all the incessant stares she got from the public. She was beginning to get used to it. Sitting was still a pain in the ass (no pun intended). For a while, she searched a lot of the downtown area, until she finally stumbled across the old building. As she entered, she heard a bell ring as the door swung open. She looked around, the building packed with trinkets, knickknacks, and piles upon piles of old, worn looking books. A woman came to the main room from the back. She was tall, with long, red hair and glasses, with a very voluptuous figure, breasts at about a DD, but balanced by her bottom. She looked at Michelle with earnest.

“How can I help you today?” Michelle walked casually up to the woman.

“Do you happen to know a person that works here named Tiffany Massing?” The woman smiled.

“That'd be me. What can I help you with?”

“Well, my name's Michelle, and I recently came upon a certain book...” She hesitated a bit, taking in the woman's figure from head to toe. The woman was a knockout, and looked quite young. Why was she working in an old, ratty curiosity shop anyway?

“What kind of book, dear?” Michelle shook herself out of it.

“Well, a...a spell book. An old one.” Tiffany looked at her with suspicion.

“Hmm...well, I do sell old books here. What about it do you want to know? About how old it is? Or how much it can be bought for?”

“I wanna know if you're really the one who made it.” Tiffany looked a bit startled by Michelle's headstrong attitude, but she relaxed and smiled again.

“Well, I suppose the charade is pointless now. But did you really find one of my old books that I spell crafted?”

“Uhh...spell craft?”

“Spell crafting? Well...y'know how there's spell casting, when a witch or wizard lets out a spell?” Michelle shook her head.

“Honestly, I never believed in magic at all.”

“Well, start believing, honey. Cuz I'm one of the ladies that makes it happen. I create spells. I follow incantations, rituals, ancient stuff created by the masters...and back then, those were merely stumbled upon. Spell experimentation, you see? When magic was a new and exciting sort of thing. Nowadays, its more of a factory line. Point A to point B, I suppose...but I digress. Those magic spells spell casters use all the time? Well...who do you think makes them? Them?” She laughed. “No, people like me.”

“So you made the spell book?”

“Yes...well, no. I had a lot of help. Really, I only made the body modification portion of the book. Its my specialty, you see? I made those when I was new, young, naïve...and so foolish. Some of the spells came out haphazardly, and...well...had outcomes such as your own. Weird adverse side effects like inflating butts and strange lactations. I tried to rid of the book by finding Cassandra, but...well, she had already used the spell, and became so enamored on her gifts that she...lost touch with reality. She had lost the book somehow, and it was forever missing...”

“I found it in a library. A public one.”

“And you still have it?” Michelle nodded. “Oh, fantastic! Please, I must ask you, you must give it to me so I can dispose of it properly!”

“Hmm...how about this: I give you the spell book only if you turn me back to normal? And, look, I still can't believe most of this “Spell Crafter” garbage. Its just too..”

“Unbelievable? I know. It can't be helped.”

“But seeing mine and Lyza's boobs swell up like party balloons makes me feel like there IS something to this. So whaddya say? Fix me, and you'll get the book.” Tiffany looked at her in a slight distress.

“Well, you see...that spell was...rather complex. I can't just...make it go away.”

“So...what are you trying to say? Am I stuck like this? There's gotta be some-”

“Of course, of course. There is a way to make it all go away. But its very convoluted. Like I said, I was young, and very bad at making spells. But I found Cassandra and discovered how to revert the spell, through some heavy experimentation. And it seems like you've already created a host. This...Lyza, you said?” Michelle nodded. “Excellent! Here is what must be done: You must find this Lyza and tell her what has happened, and how it can be fixed. Then, you must obtain some of her breast milk, as well as some of your own...”

“I really don't like where this is going-”

“Yes, well, you won't like this much either. You will have to drink each other's milk. Simple as that.” Michelle gagged.

“Oh...oh God. Are you serious? I have to DRINK it?”

“I'm afraid its the only way. I think. Its the only way I knew how to do it.”

“And you're SURE it works...right?”

“More or less.”

**THE NEXT DAY, AT SCHOOL**

As Michelle entered school, she was determined to find Lyza. It didn't take long. She only had to find the group of guys gawking and conversing with Lyza as she hung out with her usual friends. Michelle rolled her eyes and pushed her way through the crowd. She was shocked to see the state Lyza was in. Lyza was as big as Michelle, possibly bigger. Beach ball boobs and an over-inflated ass that rose her over three inches in the air as she sat. Michelle walked right up to Lyza, and saw her eyes narrow on her.

“Oh...” Lyza smirked. “Its you.”

“Can I talk to you.” She faced her. “Alone?” Lyza shrugged and agreed, and they walked over to a more secluded section of the school, with hordes of guys following close behind.

“It'll just be a second boys. Just wait on over there.” She said with a bit of tease in her voice. The guys all sulked and walked a bit down the hall, still looking at her from afar. “I swear these are magic. I never said thank you for them. Guys have been all over me ever since I got them. Knew you had to do something with it. I mean, c'mon, how else could I have gotten them?”

“Stop messing around, Lyza!” Michelle tried to reason with her. “Look, I can't really believe that you actually enjoy those things. I know a way to get them back-”

“Y'know, bitch, I don't really wanna hear it. I like these things, alright? I...they're just...” She seemed to have an unsure look on her face for a bit.

“You can't be serious. How could-”

“I am. I do, and I don't care what you or anyone else thinks. This...this is all that matters now, ok? So just...leave me alone.” Lyza turned on her heel and left before Michelle could stop her, only to be welcomed by the masses of men who marveled at her mounds. All Michelle could do was sigh.

And so the day continued, and with all the usual stares, but with other reactions as well. Looks of worry from other females. They seemed to see her not as a sideshow, or as a freak, but as someone with some bad luck. To get such a ridiculous figure from genes was unforunate (litle did they know, genes had nothing to do with it). Not all the women were jealous witches like Lyza. Many of them were sympathetic, empathetic, and they showed it though their facial expressions. Even some who didn't know her gave her a wry sort of smile. Hell, even some of the guys didn't just see her as some sort of object. Even some of them had a look on their faces that didn't just drool at her sight.

But really, most of them did.

The school day ended, and Michelle managed to track down Lyza and confront her once more as she headed home.

“Hey!” She called at her as she left, unable to run really at all. Lyza turned as well as she could, and saw it was Michelle, then turned once more and continued walking. “Wait up! Look, just hear me out...”

“Why should I, huh? Really, give me one good reason.”

“Because I can help you. I can make you back to what you were before: sexy, not...a blow up doll.” Lyza was silent for a bit as they continued to walk down the street. She slowed and eventually stopped. “C'mon, Lyza! Why do you want these anyway? To be popular? To be drooled all over by every guy around? Do you actually ENJOY this? The weight? The discomfort? Not finding any fitting clothes?” Lyza looked at her in sort of an understanding way.

“...no.” She said after a while. “I...I guess not. I never just wanted to be, y'know, JUST my body. I just...it was just...” She sighed. “I don't know. Look, its just what I was taught growing up, ok? If you're sexy, you're happy. That was basically my mom's motto.”

“But are you happy? Does Kevin make you happy? Or does he just stare at your tits and drool?” Lyza quieted for a bit. She thought for what seemed like a long while, then looked up at Michelle.

“What do we have to do?”

AT MICHELLE'S

Michelle explained everything what they had to do in order to return their bodiues to normal, much to Lyza's disguist.

“Oh...really? Why? I mean, seriously?” Michelle nodded.

“Yeah, I know. I hate it too. But its the only way. Apparently.” Lyza grimaced, but nodded. They entered Michelle's place, xlosed all the curtains and locked all the doors.

“So, to get the milk, we have to...touch...uhh...”

“Yeah. And I think we have to touch each other's. Its quicker that way.”

“How are we supposed to catch any of it?”

“Well, we don't need all of it. Just enough for...a sip, I guess. I got some cups.” She help up two plastic mugs. “And...we just have to catch as much as we can in here.”

“Can't we just...put our mouth to it? Probably be easier...” Michelle gave Lyza a quizzical look, but sighed.

“Well, if you're ok with me sucking on your teat, then yeah, sure, whatever.” Lyza laughed a bit, releasing some of her nerves. They both took their shirts off with no bras to remove, then began. They put their hands on the other's breasts, but pulled back almost instantly.

“Ooh...jeez, that's...”

“Yeah, I know.” They both returned their hands, sensations running through both of them. They began to breathe heavier, then they were panting, then moaning softly.

“Wow, this is...” Lyza tried to find words, but lost them quickly. She was swept in a euphoric paradise, with nothing on her mind than Michelle's hands massaging her engorged breasts. Michelle had the same exact thoughts. Soon, their boobs began to swell just a bit, but neither of them noticed. They were too wrapped up in their individual pleasures. They both were blushgin hard, a burning red flush running through their faces. Soon, milk was slightly trickling from both of their chests.

“Now!” Michelle shouted as the streams began to increase. They both quickly thrust their faces down and began drinking in the milk they each produced. After a couple sips, they backed off, coughing and wiping their faces.

“Well, that was one of the...weirder things I've done in a LONG time.”

“Can;t be the only weird liquid you've sucked down before.” Michelle joked.

“Shut up!” Lyza suddenly looked down as her breasts began to slowly deflate. “It's working! Michelle!, its...” Michelle's were doing the same. Slowly but surely, the beach balls became basketballs, then CD width, then down to grapefruits, soon only D-Cups. Her ass returned to its original size, as did Lyza's. They had both returned to what they had before the whole mess started.

“Well, Tiffany. I thought you were crazy, but...hmm...”

“What?” Lyza questioned as she put her shirt back on.

“Y'know, I never knew my boobs were...hang on.” Michelle went digging around one of her drawers and managed to find an old bra. She hooked ti up, but found it rather tight for some reason. “Knew it. Not all the way, but hey, not bad I supp-” Suddenly, Michelle could feel a slight tingling in her breasts. It felt very familiar. “No...” She turned to face Lyza. She was breathing heavy, her shirt seeming to et tighter and tighter with every breath she took.

“You...you tricked me!” Her breasts were soon E-cups and quickly expanding.

“No, I swear! I didn't-ugh!” Michelle could feel the old bra duggung into her, the old fabric getting tighter and tighter as her boobs began to regrow. “Why would I do it to myself, too?” The bra continued to restrict her ever growing hooters, and she tried to unlatch it, but it failed to unclasp, the latch stuck in place. “Shit! This...uhhh...”

Lyza wasn't having any better of a time. Her boobs were soon the size of her head, the speed accelerating by the second. Her shirt had rose up past her belly button, the fabric begenning to rip at the seams from he sudden growth. A small diamond hole bagan to rip in the center, and widened with every heavy breathe Lyza took in. She tried to hold them up with her hands, feeling them swell in her palms, soon outgrowing past her fingers. Lyza was being filled with so much pleasure, she couldn't help but smile. “Y'know...mmm...this actually feels really nice...don't you-OH!” Her breasts had broken through

her shirt and spread out a good cup size more than when they were restircted by her clothes. They hung out past her belly button and kept growing.

Michelle had fallen to her knees the bra managed to hold back her gargantuan boobs, but only just barely. They strained and began to make a slight creak. They dug into Michelle's shoulders, and she cried out with slight pain. She was clawing at her bra, trying to rip it off. Soon, the front snapped in half, and her boobs flew out from it, the size of watermelons. She flew forward and onto her chest. She tried to lift herself onto her knees, and with all her might, she managed to stay steady. “Tiffany, you lying bitch...ohhh...unnnhhhh...” Her breasts were growing to ridiculous sizes, even bigger than they had been previously, past over-inflated beach ablls, to even more massive sizes.

Lyza was leaning on the dresser, trying to keep her balance, despite her ever-flowing breast flesh continuing to rapidly expand to her legs. “Are you feeling this too, Michelle...its soooo gooood...” She sighed and was taken by the etheral excitement washing over her mind in waves.

“Yeah, I'm feeling it. A spike of pleasure hit her, and she jutted forward, landing on her momentus flesh-mounds. She tried to get up from them, but she was so weak, all she could do was lay and moan. They were still growing, reaching the size of bean bags. She managed to see Lyza collapse out of the corner of her eye, passing out from the pleasure. Lyza's breasts were still growing, even in her sleep. Michelle cried out. “HELP! PLEASE, SOMEONE!” All in vain. The shouts were muffled by her breasts. Michelle couldn't hold onto her consciousness for much longer. She slowly slipped away, knowing Lyza and her would never be able to fit in the room together...

Michelle awoke groggily, getting up to her feet. She saw Lyza, still passed out on the floor, face up and breathing fine, chest rising and falling as it should. Then it hit her. Her chest. It was normal size. Michelle looked at her own and almost began jumping in glee. They had also returned to normal size. She got out yet another bra to test it. It fit like a glove.

She prodded Lyza awake.

“Hey. Sleepy head. Get up. You need a shirt.” Lyza's eyes slowly opened, and she groggily got onto her knees. She yawned and rubbed her eyes.

“Jeez. How long were we out?” Michelle shrugged.

“Couple hours, maybe. Not the point. Look at your chest.” Lyza looked down, then looked at Michelle, then back at her chest with a big smile on her face, laughing. She got up and wrapped her arms around Michelle, their bare chests touching. Lyza then realized what she was doing, then pushed away.

“Uhh, well...thanks, I guess.” Michelle smiled and rolled her eyes.

“Here.” She pulled out one of her old T-Shirts and threw it over to Lyza. “Get home safe, k?” Lyza nodded, pulled the shirt on over her head, then promptly left. Michelle stood, then looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled.

“Looks fine to me.”

EPILOGUE

Things just returned to normal after that. Michelle and Lyza never spoke to each other, except on occasion when in class. All the guys seemed to have forgotten about both Michelle and Lyza's time with gargantuan melons. Lyza ultimately left Kevin, and much to his dismay, he was rejected by Michelle as well. An Michelle still had a promise to keep.

The next day, Michelle was sitting at the bus stop, waiting to get to Tiffany's shop. She looked to the side for a second, to check the times, then returned to the bench to notice that the backpack she had to carry the book in had disappeared. She saw the culprit running off with it down the street.

“HEY! GET BACK HERE!” She sprinted after him, turning sown the alley, only to lose him down one of the corners. “Shit. Now what?”

**AT PAWN FATHER'S**

Michelle looked through the pawn shop, looking for some discount DVDs, when she happened upon a familiar book.

“Hey! I remember this thing!” She picked it up, studying the title. “Yeah...mom gave this up to the library a couple years back. I always loved this book...” She went up to the counter to purchase it. “Wonder why she got rid of it...”

THE END