Snip. Snip. Snip.

“Alright, Mrs. Arnold, how does that look?” Asked the young hair stylist to her older customer. They both looked at it in the mirror, and the older woman smiled and nodded.

“Excellent as always, Ashley m'dear.” Ashley removed the paper wrap from Mrs. Arnold's neck, unbuttoned what she liked to call the “hair poncho”, and removed it. The elderly woman slowly rose from her chair and made her way to the register.

“Alright Mrs. Arnold, that'll be $15”. After the money was gladly handed over and put into the register, Mrs. Arnold gave her one last smile, as well as a $5 tip. Ashley smiled and thanked her. “See you next time!”

“Certainly m'dear. Take it easy, ok? Don't work yourself too hard.” Ashley laughed.

“I'll try.” She pocketed the five and went past the hall of vanities to the closet, pulling out the broom. Suzanne Chen, the owner of the hair place, gave her employee a smile.

“You did really good with her.” She told Ashley in her still somewhat thick Asian accent. “You're getting some regulars now.”

“Haha, well, I have been at it for almost a year now.” Ashley continued the conversation as she began sweeping away the remnants of her previous customer's hair.

“Has it almost been a year already?” Suzanne replied in surprise. Ashley nodded, and brushed some of her long black hair out of her face with her hand.

“Yep. Next month it will be official.” As she swept the hair into the dustpan, a woman stepped in. “Hey Trish. Back from break?” Trish nodded, a strand of her silver hair sliding over her nose. She slipped it back in place with her hand and made her way back to the other side of the store. Just then, Ashley felt her phone buzz as she got a text. She pulled it out and opened the message:

'Hey girl! Sorry to do this to you, but they switched my flights around. I gotta leave earlier than I thought to catch my flight. Any way you can get off work a bit early and meet me up before I go?'

It was Carolyn, her best friend. Ashley groaned a bit. Partly in disappointment for her best friend to be leaving so soon, but also a bit in frustration, because she still had about half an hour left in her shift. She gave Carolyn a quick 'I'll see what I can do' text and went over to her boss.

“Hey Suzanne?” Suzanne turned from the register's monitor to Ashley.

“Yes dear? What is it?”

“Uhmm...well, you know how Carolyn was supposed to leave later tonight?” Suzanne nodded. “Well, her plane flight got moved to earlier today...and I still want to see her one more time before she leaves...is there any way I can-”

“Well, the only way for that to work is for Trish to hold it down herself for a little bit, until Samantha gets here. Its not that much time, but its up to Trish if she wants to put in the extra work for a little while. Go talk to her about it real quick.” Ashley nodded.

“Ok... thank you so much Suzanne!” She nodded as Ashley made her way to the back and into the break room. Opening the door, she saw Trish texting silently.

“Hey Trish?” Ashley said sweetly as she entered the room. Trish looked up from her phone to Ashley and raised an eyebrow. Ashley went on to explain what she had to Suzanne, and told her what it meant for Trish. Trish sighed, then shrugged.

“Eh, its a half hour. No big deal. We're past rush hour anyways. You go see your friend Ash.” She gave her co-worker a kind smile, and Ashley went in and hugged her. Gathering her things, she said thank you to Suzanne once more, then made her way to her friend's place.

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After a short drive, Ashley had made it to her friend Carolyn's apartment. Taking the stairs up to the third floor, she knocked on her door and waited.

“I'M COMING!” A muffled yell came from the other side. Ashley giggled a bit as the door flew open and Carolyn launched herself from the doorway and embraced her friend. They both laughed and hugged, until Carolyn parted and showed her friend in. Not much was left inside the house, mostly cardboard boxes, with a fold out card table and two fold out chairs to match. There was a small gift on the card table. Carolyn smiled and gestured her friend to sit.

“I've got something for you.” They both sat and Carolyn pushed the gift towards her friend slowly.

“Dang it Carolyn...I didn't get anything for y-”

“Ah pah pah pahp...shhh...just open it!” Tugging at the wrapping, she removed the bow and the gift wrap from the small box. She opened the lid and found only two things inside: a strange coin and a small, folded piece of paper.

“Hmm...what is this?”

“Something that belonged to my great-grandmother.”

“Aww, Carolyn, you can't give this to m-”

“Shush! She gave it to my mom, who gave it to me when I was little saying that she wanted me to give it to a really special friend one day. Seeing as I'm gonna be out of the country while I do my military training...” Ashley pulled the coin out, then the paper along with it. “...I figured now is probably as good a time as ever.” She looked over the coin first.

It was certainly odd. One side was red, and depicted a woman with very long hair. The other side was purple, almost rusty looking, and showed a woman with very short hair. She went on to the note, unfolding the yellowing parchment it and reading it aloud.

“This blessed coin brings a charm to those who flip it. If the side faces red, every lock that the bearer brings will add plenty to her bust. If purple, every lock lost will go straight to the bottom. Only one use per person.” After reading it, she raised an eyebrow at her friend.

“Look, I know the note is silly sounding, but it came with the coin, and it just seemed like something you needed to own...not sure why, but I know you have a thing for weird coins and stuff...” Ashley smiled and looked the coin over some more, flipping it around with her fingers.

“This is really sweet Carolyn...thank you...” She began shaking a bit and she felt herself go hot. A wetness began to form around her eyes and the coin began to look a bit blurry.

“Oh, Ashley, don't do this! I'm gonna start if you do!” Ashley shook her head, and wiped her eyes quickly.

“Sorry, just...you're one of the last non-work related friends I have here...”

“I'm not gonna be gone forever, ok? Just...the military is the best option I have in my life right now. Its really gonna help for what I wanna do. You know this. C'mon! Let's just party for a while before I have to go, ok?” Getting herself together, Ashley nodded and stood to go to the kitchen. Before she went the rest of the way, she turned to her friend.

“Call it: red or purple?” Carolyn twisted her face up into a thoughtful expression for a moment, then blurted out: “purple!” Ashley took the coin in one hand and tossed it in the air. After a few flips, she caught it in her hand and flipped it onto the back of her other hand. After a few seconds of waiting for dramatic effect, she lifted her hand.

“Red!”

“Shoot!” Carolyn gave a quick snap of her fingers and stood, heading for the kitchen as well. “Ah well, let's party, shall we?” They pulled out the food and drinks and began to have one more siesta before they parted in the next few hours...

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Hailey awoke groggily, the light flitting from the blinds and over her eyes being her only alarm clock. Stretching her arms as she rose up, she slowly turned herself to the side of the bed, letting her legs dangle for a bit in a seated position.

“This is starting to feel normal now...” Hailey had just begun college a month ago, so it was still a rather new experience from what she was used to in high school. Classes had odder times and schedules, the larger campus with the much larger amount of students, how much more serious she had to take it since it was coming out of HER pocket (for the most part); it was almost overwhelming. But she managed the best she could and had found a sort of routine to stick with.

She rose to her feet and went over to her closet, picking out the clothing she wanted to wear for the day. A nice pink silk shirt with a white camisole underneath, as well as some grey leggings that hugged her figure quite nicely. She gazed at herself in the mirror, which, she had to admit, wasn't something she did all that often. The camisole was merely for fashion purposes: Hailey had no cleavage to cover up, or really any breasts to speak of. Her A-cups were just fine for her though. She wasn't too fond of standing out. Even though Hailey was quite beautiful-fair skin, bright blue eyes, and a charming smile-she never really connected with the “beautiful popular girl” stereotype that she saw so much of around her. She always dressed conservatively and wore little to no make-up; though, she had no real need for it, at least to an excessive degree like she had seen with others.

Although Hailey was very flat up top, she had always been quite confused by her noticeable pear shape. It was quite odd-it didn't run in her family. Neither her mother, nor her sisters had ever boasted much on their bottom half. Hailey turned to the side and saw her glorious backside jiggle slightly in her leggings. It was nothing extraordinary, possibly a half an inch to an inch from her back...but it was still rather impressive for a girl of her stature. Not to mention her wide hips to accommodate such a nice posterior.

She smiled at herself, then brought out a brush and began running it through her hair. It snagged several times, and Hailey let out a soft grunt each time it did. After all was said and done, she observed her hair and looked towards her side profile again-her hair was almost down to the middle of her back!

“Jeez, its been a while since my last haircut, hasn't it...?” She muttered to herself. “Hmm...probably should get that done today...I should get it short this time. Try that out.” Hailey packed up her things and prepared for classes, noting to head to the salon as soon as she finished them up for the day.

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Ashley entered the Salon, still a bit groggy from the party last night. Her boss Suzanne caught a look at her sleepy eyes and chuckled.

“Have fun with your friend?” Ashley smiled and nodded.

“We had a good time, yeah. Saw her off to the airport, we only had a few hours, so we finished early afternoon. I just couldn't sleep that well.” Suzanne gave her a pat on the back and went over to the register.

“You two are close, aren't you?”

“Knew each other since middle school...only friend I really kept in touch with after high school ended. Now she's going off out there. I'm sure we're gonna see each other again, but...” Ashley hesitated, pushing down a thought.

“I know dear. Its scary with that military stuff. I doubt she'll do anything on the field, considering what you told me she wanted to do. Dental assistant?” Ashley nodded, and Suzanne let out a chuckle. “You don't have to worry one bit then, dear. She'll be nice and safe until she's ready to come home.” Suzanne went over to the sign on their door and flipped it from “CLOSED” to “OPEN”. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Ashley placed a few things on the vanity: her purse, for the time being, and the coin Carolyn gave her before she had left.

“Thank you Suzanne.”

“Its no trouble dear. Now get your things from the back. We're short one today. Sharon called me early this morning, saying she wasn't feeling well. Its just going to be you and me until Trish gets here later. I think we'll survive though.” Letting out one last chuckle, she motioned Ashley to the back, trying to get her sleepy co-worker on the right track. Ashley picked up her purse and took it to the back, but left the coin out on the vanity. While she went to get her stuff, Suzanne couldn't help but study the odd colored object. She picked it up and eyed it until Ashley came back out to the main floor.

“This is a nice antique you got here Ashley...where did you get it?”

“My friend Carolyn...she gave it to me before I left. I'm thinking of it as a sort of...good luck charm, y'know?” Suzanne smiled, then held it back out to Ashley, who took it back in her hand. A few minutes passed until they began getting customers. The first one Ashley had for the day was a man with short brown hair, just needing some off the top.

“Alright, right this way Mr. Hammond.” She gestured to one of the center chairs, where she had stationed herself for the day. Turning the chair so that he would face the vanity, Ashley wrapped the tissue strip around his neck and donned upon him the hair poncho. “So just a bit off the top today?” The man nodded.

“Yep. Bring the bangs out of my eyes, and short up the sideburns.”

“Alright, you got it!” Ashley responded in her usual perky voice. She got to work, trimming just a little from the front very delicately, as to not make it look unbalanced. While she did this, she couldn't help but notice his eyes glancing every once so often to her chest. She shrugged it off, having been used to this for a while now. While Ashley didn't exactly have huge knockers, her B-cups, when put in the right outfit, caught the attention of any man. The black shirt she wore today was only slightly low cut, showing hardly, if any, cleavage at all. 'Men will be men, Ashley' she thought to herself as she continued her work.

She finished him up, trimming his sideburns so that they were even at the tops of his ears.

“There you are Mr. Hammond.” The man nodded and headed towards the cash register at the front of the store. Ashley went to it as well, on the other side, and completed the transaction. After she did, she couldn't help but adjust her bra. It was starting to pinch at her shoulders for some reason. 'Hmm...must've shrunk in the wash...' Ashley thought as she brought up another customer. A woman wanting a bit off her bangs and off the back, as well as a shampoo.

Ashley trimmed the hair away from the desired places of her head, then led the woman back to the shampoo station near the back of the salon. As she washed the customer's hair, she couldn't help but feel the tightness return to her chest. As if her bra was digging in more than usual. As Ashley ran her hands through the woman's hair, she couldn't help but notice, as she looked down at her chest...that they looked somewhat...bigger? She shook her. 'That's crazy Ashley, you're just tired, that's all.'

But the nagging pinch in her shoulders and front of her body told her otherwise. She finished the transaction with the woman and went over to Suzanne.

“Ugh...I don't know why, but my clothes feel kinda tight...could've swore they felt fine this morning.”

“Well, it is rather humid out.” Suzanne said, slightly distracted as she trimmed her customer's bangs.

“I...don't think that's how it works Suzanne...” Ashley said with a laugh. “I'm gonna use the restroom real quick, I'll be out in a sec, ok?” Suzanne nodded and Ashley headed into the employee restroom and locked it. She took a good long look at her chest, her breasts packed nicely into her B-cup bra. But...it seemed a bit...too packed. Ashley eyed it suspiciously, then lifted her shirt over her head. As she let her arms fall, she felt her breasts jiggle with them, and she was startled by what she saw. Flesh was slightly spilling out the top of her bra, and it looked much more snug than it had this morning.

“No way...” Ashley muttered as she lifted her boobs up a bit to observe them. She turned to her side. There was definitely some spillage there...but how? Everything was normal just this morning! Ashley shook her head, put her shirt back on, and returned outside. She still had plenty of work to do today, after all.

“Everything alright dear?” Ashley jumped a bit as Suzanne asked, perhaps a bit too loud.

“Yes...just fine, I think I'm just tired...” Suzanne laughed a bit.

“It happens dear.” Ashley smiled, comforted a bit by Suzanne's attitude, and she called up the next customer.

“Gerard? I'm ready for you.” The young man smiled and went over to her vanity, smiling ear to ear. “Ooh, you look happy today, don't you?” Ashley said, making some small talk.

“How can I not, having a beautiful hair stylist such as yourself?” Giggling a bit, flattered by the man's confident attitude, Ashley waved a bit and put the usual attire onto the man.

“Oh stop...what will it be today?”

“Looking to get a #2, all over.”

“Wow, buzzing it all off I see?”

“Well, the weather is picking up. Its about time to get it all off.” It wasn't incredibly long in the first place, but, if Ashley had to guess, he was probably getting rid of about an inch worth of hair all over. Ashley pulled out her shaver, inserted the #2 razor, plugged it in, and turned it on, the device giving a responsive 'BZZZZ' in response. She began shaving off his hair, one strip at a time. As she did so, she couldn't help but feel a bit...funny. Like...with every strip that she removed the man's hair she just got hotter and hotter. She began to sweat a bit, and took a step back, wiping her brow and collecting herself.

“Doing ok?” The man asked, turning his head to look at her.

“Yeah, just...a bit warm in here. Weather is getting to me a bit.” She returned to what she was doing, buzzing off the rest of the man's hair until he was left with practically nothing but stubble on his entire head. As she finished up, she noticed he was staring at her chest, like the man earlier today. But his expression seemed...different. His eyes were a bit wide, and his mouth was a bit open...he noticed his expression in the mirror and quickly reverted back to his calm expression.

Ashley looked down and almost screamed. Below her were two fleshy orbs practically busting out of her shirt. How had she not noticed this happening? Was she so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn't even notice this change? Worst of all was she could actually feel them pressing up against her bra, as if they were...growing? Ashley quickly, but calmly, removed the man's garb and completed their business at the cash register. The man had the biggest grin on his face, and before he left, left her an incredible $10 tip.

“Well...glad he liked the show...” Ashley said somewhat bitterly. She pocketed the ten, but her thoughts were interrupted by her bra, which was now getting a bit painful in its pinching. Racing in a calm stride over to Suzanne, she poked her on the shoulder as she worked on her customer's hair.

“Yes dear?”

“Uhh...when you're done with that, can I speak to you in the back real quick?” Ashley asked in a hushed tone.

“Of course dear, just give me a moment, almost done here.” Ashley rushed over to the back section of the salon, into the employee's only section, which was just barely larger than a closet. A few moments passed until Suzanne knocked.

“Come in.” Suzanne stepped in and closed the door behind her.

“Now then dear, what is the-” she cut herself off as she saw Ashley's condition: Her breasts almost exploded out of her tight black shirt, flesh spilling out of the collar and giving her a distinctive quad-boob effect. They had to be at least DDs, or more, their size rivaling grapefruits. “Oh...how...dear...is there something you want to tell me...?”

“I don't know! All of a sudden, I finished with that guy and then...I had these...I thought they might have been growing all day but...” She lifted them with her hands, encouraging more flesh to spill out of her top. She let go, their heavy form jiggling back down into place with a couple small bounces and shakes. “I need to go home Suzanne...something weird is going on and I don't know what it is...I don't feel good...” Suzanne stood there and thought for a moment, then approached her employee.

“Dear, I know this is scary, but I need someone here with me in the store. I can't do this on my own. Now, all we need to do is call Trish and get her to come in a bit early toda-”

“Oh, I can't do that Suzanne, I've asked her for enough favors as it is-”

“Then she'll understand and let you have one more, dear. I agree, you shouldn't be working like this...but I just need you to help me out until she gets here, ok? I'll call her right now, tell her what's going on. Take a second to breathe, dear, then just take a few more customers until Trish gets here, ok?” Ashley nodded and sat, doing as Suzanne suggested.

Suzanne went into the other room for a moment, leaving Ashley to think about her predicament.

'Why were they growing in the first place?' She thought as she brought a hand to them, squeezing her soft flesh. They were still very perky, despite their size. They seemed to almost be going into a distinctive tear-drop shape. 'Well, at least they aren't filling with air or some nonsense...' She prodded them some more, feeling them respond with their plush but firm composure. 'At least they stopped...but why were they even growing in the first place?' She couldn't think much longer before Suzanne walked back in.

“Just got off the phone with Trish. She's on her way. Said that you shouldn't worry about it, she doesn't mind coming in a bit early if you're not feeling well. Now, we need to get back on the floor before we get too many more customers, ok dear?” Ashley nodded and they made their way back onto the floor. Only one sat in the waiting room, reading a magazine. A young woman with wavy blonde hair turned to them and smiled.

“Hello there, I'll take you right over here.” Suzanne led her over to the cash register to get her information, then led her to a chair. Ashley waited, wandering around the salon with her too-large boobs crammed inside her too-tight shirt. She nibbled on her lip, hoping Trish could get here before any other customers did. But, as the next person made their way through the door, Ashley realized she would not be so lucky.

A woman with long, brown hair and blue eyes made her way into the salon. She smiled and made her way to the register.

“Hello, welcome in. What are you looking to get today?”

“Well...I'm looking to get it down to about...” the young woman gestured towards the top of her neck “Here.” Ashley's eyes went wide, and for some reason she couldn't explain, she had a pang of nervousness.

“Wow. Trying to go for a new look?” The young woman nodded.

“Yeah, wanted to spice things up a bit.” She laughed a bit, as did Ashley in polite response.

“Alright then, can I get a name?”

“Hailey.” Ashley typed it into the computer.

“Alright, and a phone number?” Hailey told her and Ashley typed it all into the computer's files. “Never been to this one before?” Hailey shook her head.

“Nope, first time in the neighborhood. Just starting college, so I'm...a fair distance away from home.”

“Oh? College eh?” Ashley gestured for her to step up and head towards the chair. As Hailey did, her arm brushed by the vanity and knocked over Ashley's coin.

“Oh shoot! I'm sorry!” She bent over to pick up. While she did so, Ashley couldn't help but notice her impressive backside. She stared for only a moment, but shook herself out of it. Hailey took the coin and placed it back onto the vanity, purple side up.

“Its alright, I'm sure its been through worse.” they both laughed at this, and Ashley began getting to work.

“How's college treating you?” Hailey let out a light sigh.

“I've been adjusting.” She said with a smile. Ashley nodded as she began trimming off a large portion of Hailey's long locks.

“I know how it is. You know what you're majoring in?” Hailey let out a quick laugh.

“Does anyone on their first year?” This made Ashley chuckle.

“Well, when you put it like that...I guess not...” She continued to trim away, Hailey's hair getting shorter and shorter as their conversation went on.

Hailey couldn't help but squirm a bit in her seat. Something felt odd, for some reason. Like the seat was just a bit too tight around her hips. 'Damn, hips are causing me problems again...' They continued their conversation as more and more of Hailey's hair fell to the floor. Hailey grunted a bit.

“You ok? Did that hurt?” Ashley asked as she pulled back from her.

“No, just...its nothing, I'm fine...” Hailey lied as she felt her hips rubbing more and more against the sides of the chair. She felt as if her panties were climbing further and further up her backside. But that wasn't possible...were they just chafing? She almost felt lifted up by the chair, but she talked herself out of such crazy thoughts, thinking that it was just the hair salon chair's hydraulics. The more she sat there, the more uncomfortable she became. She could have sworn she felt her thighs touching, rubbing up against each other as more and more of her hair was taken off of her head.

“You sure Hailey? You can tell me if I'm messing up-”

“No, I'm fine...just a bit itchy, that's all...” Ashley continued, eying her customer suspiciously a bit, then finishing up the haircut, giving her a cute pixie cut look with her hair.

“There! How's it look?” Hailey smiled and leaned her head to either profile. “I like it!” Ashley gave her a mirror to show her the back, and after another nod of agreement, Hailey stood and went over to the cash register. As she made her way over, Ashley couldn't help but notice that her backside looked even...bigger? Had she just not seen it correctly the last time? Her hips, thighs and butt...it all looked even more plump than it had before she walked in before...

She shook her head and accepted payment, wishing the woman well for the rest of her day, and wishing her luck with college. Hailey stepped out of the salon, feeling her behind. For some reason it felt a bit sore, as if it had been stretched.

“EEP!” Hailey suppressed a yelp, knowing that she was in public. Her ass felt huge! She gave it a light pat and it felt like she was packing on way more pounds than she had previously. What was worse was...she could feel it growing still! Her tight grey leggings continued to tighten on her legs, she was sure of it! She rushed to her car, not wanting to be seen like this, started it, and made her way home.

After a squirm filled ride home, she finally had made it to her studio apartment. She stepped upstairs, each rise and fall of her foot feeling so much more tedious as the added pounds of jiggling flesh worked against her. 'This can't be happening, this can't be happening...' Hailey repeated to herself as she rushed into her home and went over to the mirror. Her mouth fell agape when she realized: it truly was happening. She had always had a large rear before...but now it was ridiculously huge! It could almost be used as a shelf, like two basketballs had been jammed into her pants. She gawked at herself, juggling her bottom inside her hands and feeling the flesh and meat jiggle in her palms. At least it had stopped growing...

“How...why...?” Hailey had too many questions, but no answers. All she could do is collapse on her bed and stare at the ceiling, feeling her massive ass, like two soft, squishy pillows, lifting her slightly off the bed...

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Ashley continued to wait for Trish, no other customers entering since Hailey. She still pondered why this had happened to her, why her bust was now nearly popping out of her shirt. She wasn't left too much time to think before she could feel the strange heat trickling back into her bosom.

“Oh no...” She went over to Suzanne who was cleaning up her station, brushing away the hair she had just trimmed from her blonde customer. “Suzanne...I think...I think its happening again...” Suzanne took a look at Ashley, but before she could say anything, Trish came in through the door. She finished up a text she was making as she made her way onto the vanity section of the salon, then looked up. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the sight of Ashley's now exaggerated buxom figure.

“What...the hell...happened to you?”

“I don't know Trish, but I gotta go...I think it's happening again!” Ashley rushed back to the back room and grabbed her purse, then hurried to the door. But before she left, she made her way back to the vanity, picking up the coin. “Almost forgot.” She said with a near chuckle, but not before she felt a push against her bra, getting tighter than before. “Shit...later guys! Thank you Trish!” She made a bee-line for the door and barged through it, leaving Trish standing dumbfounded, staring at the exit.

Ashley made her way into the car, getting in as she felt another flow of flesh pour into her tits. “Oooh...no, just...stop, please...” She pleaded as she started up her car and pulled out of the parking lot. As she made her way home, she felt several more pushes, each one more sensual than the last. The feeling was incredible. The mixed pleasure and tingling all over her bosom, the stretching of her clothes over her gradually increasing bust. It was hard to focus on the road when your breasts threatened to pop out of their top at any moment...

*SNAP! *

Her bra clasp finally gave and her tits jutted forward into her shirt, threatening to honk the car horn. She dared to look down while at a red light...and was shocked to see two perky melons of flesh in an ever-shrinking shirt.

“Oh my God!” As soon as the light turned green, she floored it, making it her mission to get home as soon as possible. More and more rushes hit her as she felt her breasts pushing harder and harder against her black shirt, more skin spilling out of the top collar as she felt gradually more and more restricted, her boobs getting pushed back by the tight fabric. Finally, she had made it home. She hauled herself out of the car and wobbled, not used to the weight.

Dashing to her door, feeling her boobs jiggle and bob back and forth as she did so, she made her way through her door, locking it immediately. She rooted herself in place in front of her door, feeling herself getting bigger and bigger, the black threads becoming grey as they stretched out.

“No...nonono! Stop! Please, this is...this is too much! I never wanted this...how is this happening...UNNHH!”

*POP! POP! POP! *

Threads came loose. Tit flesh poured through the holes forming through her top as inch upon inch was added to her bust. They had reached the size of volleyballs, almost 8 and a half inches or so in diameter...and they were still growing! She couldn't believe her eyes...more and more holes ripped open...until the shirt became more boob than thread...until...

*SHRIIIIIP! *

It finally fell to pieces, her breasts lolling out in front of her, throbbing from their continual growth. Ashley let out one final ear piercing scream, and nearly lost consciousness, collapsing onto her bottom, her breasts resting on her knees. She sat there, afraid, confused, breathing heavy...until she noticed that they had stopped. She looked up, seeing two massive orbs of flesh splayed out in front of her. Quite a few inches of cleavage sprawled down in front of her, leading to her two perky nipples, like two pink bottle caps topped upon her creamy white mounds.

She delicately touched them, letting her dainty hands travel across them. Giving them a grimace, she stood on shaky feet, almost collapsing again to their weight. She had to think. She had to know why this had happened to her...this wasn't just something that happened to women out of the blue...there had to be some kind of logical explanation...

She rummaged in her pockets and pulled out her keys, as well as...the coin. Her eyes widened in realization...

“No way...it couldn't be...” Ashley made her way over to where she had kept the note, inside the little box the coin had came in. She unfolded the note and read it again. “...every lock that the bearer brings will add plenty to her bust. Shit...really? This thing works? Oh man...” She read the second half of the message. “If purple, every lock lost will go straight to the bottom...oh no! That poor girl...I did that to her...I thought she looked a bit...plumper...” she went a shade of red, realizing what she was thinking about. She shook her head. “Dammit! There must be a way to make me go back to normal!” She flipped the note, and saw, in tiny lettering, an address and a name:

“Tiffany Massing: 9089 999^th st NE, Building 4. Tiffany's Shop of Oddities”

“Well...maybe this Tiffany will have an answer for me...its the only hope I have...” Until then, Ashley knew she had to get some rest from such a hectic day. Made her way to the closet and put on the loosest night shirt she had, as well as some sweat pants. Lugging the new weight with more and more ease as she went along, she made her way to her bed and turned on the TV. Some generic drama played, but she couldn't focus on it too much. All she could think about were her enormous tits.

“God...this is just...too much...” She fretted over them, running her hands over them, her white nightie pulled quite tight around their curves. Each touch and rub was slightly stimulating, little pricks and tickles of pleasure for each touch of her fingers. “ooohhh...why do they feel so good...they never felt like this before...” The more she rubbed, the better they felt. Soon she was massaging them gently, no real attention being paid to her actions. “...is this just...ooohhh...what its like to have boobs like these...unnnhh...” she thought all sorts of silly thoughts, her massaging getting harder. One hand drifted underneath her shirt and began rubbing the soft flesh of one tit, while the other began traveling south, underneath her sweatpants. “Mmm...this is...ooooohh...” she moaned in pleasure as her fingers began to drift to her nipples. She gave them a pinch and yelped, jumping a bit at their sensitivity. “Wow...” She gave them another pinch and felt more and more euphoria dripping into her body.

Soon she was rubbing both her nipple and her clit with equal ferocity, moaning loudly, almost to the point of shouting. She squeezed her nipple hard, tugging at it forcefully until finally, in one convulsive explosion of pleasure, she orgasmed, cumming hard and going limp. She stared at the ceiling in the afterglow, until she gradually drifted to sleep...

***THE NEXT MORNING***

Ashley awoke, her head fuzzy and her eyes blurry. She slowly sat up in her bed, and felt two squishy piles of flesh slap against her thighs. She looked down, took a second to absorb what had happened, then sighed.

“So...not a dream I guess....” She stood slowly, the weight still new, although she was getting used to it. She went over to her closet, looking for any kind of clothing that may fit, as she wasn't going to go out in a night shirt. One large baggy shirt she had leftover from one of her exes would do. A simple bright blue t-shirt. “Why did I never get rid of this...?” She asked herself. Shaking her head, and telling herself it was probably for the best at this point, she threw it on, and put on some jeans. The shirt barely stretched past the bottom of her breasts, and revealed a strip of her belly. She sighed, staring at herself in the mirror.

“Damn...” She studied herself close, turning to the side, back to her front, back to her other side, even turning to her back and seeing that she could view the sides of her breasts from her behind. “Man...they must be...what, the size of basketballs at this point?” She grumbled and got her shoes on, picking up the note from the table and studying the address again. “Alright Tiffany...you better have an answer for me...” She grabbed the coin, her keys, and headed out the door, thankful that it was her day off.

She squeezed herself into her car, her seat belt barely fitting and getting hidden partly by her incredible rack. Starting up her car and setting up the destination on her GPS, Ashley made her way from her driveway and to Tiffany's Shop of Oddities.

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The bell sang as Ashley made her way into the antique shop. It was quite cramped, a medium sized room crammed packed with jewels, carvings, statues, plants, books, and dust. Ashley made her way around it, trying to find whoever worked there. She found a counter, and looked over, seeing a long pair of legs and a well rounded backside pointed upwards to the sky, adorned only in a black pair of very low cut denim booty shorts. A woman was bending over, rustling through a box, pulling things out of it and setting them aside.

“Ahem...ma'am?” No response. “Ma'am? I have some things I need to ask you!” The woman's ears finally perked up. Looking up from behind her rotund posterior, she smiled. She straightened and stood completely, walking over to where Ashley stood on the opposite side of the counter.

'Jesus, what's a woman like this working at a dusty old antique shop?' Ashley thought to herself as she analyzed the young woman. Straight, dark crimson hair that flowed well past her shoulders. Fair, pale skin that brought out her electric green eyes. And her body! She wore a black and red lace corset over a maroon tank top. Ashley wasn't sure why she needed said corset; unless it was to push up the two impressive breasts that she had. They had to be at least E cups-and they were magnificent. Ashley was straight as a ramp, and she couldn't help but gawk at the two fleshy orbs pushing out from the top of her outfit.

“What brings you to my shop?” The woman flashed a bright white smile. Ashley shook her head and focused on what she had come in for.

“Um...well...a friend of mine gave me something and it kind of did things...” Ashley sputtered out clumsily. The woman chuckled.

“Slow down hun. Now then, may I have your name?”

“A-Ashley.”

“Well, its nice to meet you Ashley. The name is Tiffany. Tiffany Massing. Now...what brings you here? This said thing, was it bought here?”

“I...I believe so, yes...” Ashley pulled out the coin. 'God, why am I blubbering so much?' Ashley thought to herself. She was never this nervous around anyone, being such a personable type around her customers. It was most likely intimidation. Having a woman that just oozed sex appeal standing this close...for some reason, it put her on edge. She handed the coin to Tiffany. Tiffany took it, and examined it close.

“Ah...yes, I know this one very well...” She took another look at Ashley, then stepped from the counter and looked around at Ashley's backside. “So you cut hair?” Ashley nodded.

“Yes...I'm a...I work at salon...” Tiffany smiled.

“Coincidences are so funny sometimes. How something like this, which would only work in specific situations, can end up in the hands of one it would only work with...its so interesting how often it happens.” She shrugged. “But that's magic for you!” Ashley stared at the woman, awestruck.

“M-magic?” Tiffany nodded.

“Yes, my dear. What you experienced was very real. And very permanent. I created this coin a long time ago, during my whole 'magic charm' phase. Heh...those were good times” She flipped it around in her fingers. “I'm not completely certain how to reverse the effects of it. But I can guess. If the two sides of this coin were to somehow meet, they would counteract and disable one another. So, in theory, if a woman afflicted by the other part of the curse cuts your hair, you may be able to completely rid yourself of the curse. And the one effected by the other side as well, of course.”

Ashley thought of the woman she had serviced at the salon.

“I know who I need to get...” Before she headed back home, she had to ask a few more questions for this...odd woman. All she had to do was get them out of her throat. “How...where...who are...”

Tiffany laughed again, and patted Ashley reassuringly on the shoulder.

“Explaining magic would take eons, dear, and I'm sure you don't want to waste that kind of time. As for how your friend managed to get her hands on this sort of thing...well, my products are somehow still in circulation after all these years. People continue to come up to me, day after day, wondering how to fix this and how to fix that. All a part of business, you see. Selling the charms, spells, potions, hexes...what have you, and then selling the cure to them hundreds of years later.” Ashley's eyes went wide. HUNDREDS of years? This woman looked as young as her! “Don't think about that too hard dear.” Tiffany winked. “I'll take this coin as payment.”

“Wh-what? No! My friend...” Tiffany held her finger to Ashley's lips.

“Having a cursed object such as this in your hands is dangerous, don't you think? From what you have told me, you've already caused another to be effected. My charms need to return home now, so that they may go to...other homes.” She gave a slightly sinister smile, and another wink, then took the coin and put it in her drawer. “Besides, I'm sure the memory of friend will be with you, with or without some silly coin. Now then...you may want to alert this woman you are thinking of about the issue at hand...the sooner, the better hun.” And with that, Tiffany resumed her work on the other side of the counter. Ashley stood there for a few moments, then snapped herself out of it, rushing herself to the salon.

“Ashley? What are you doing here today? Its your day off.” Suzanne called from the other side of the salon as she worked with her customer.

“Had to make a quick stop Suzanne, sorry.” Ashley rushed to the cash register's monitor and looked through the files and tried to find the information she needed. After a few pages of scrolling, she found it.

“Back, front, bang trim, long hair. Hailey.” She looked over, wrote the phone number down, then proceeded out to her car and back to her house. She rang her up as soon as she was through the door.

“Hailey? This is Ashley from the salon. I did your hair. Look, before you say anything, I need you to come to my place. I know there are some things that happened to you and I know how to fix them.” The line went silent for a second, then a meek, tired sounding voice came through

“O...ok...I'll be there soon.” Ashley gave the timid girl her address, and with that, Hailey drove as quickly as she could and made her way to Ashley's building. Once there, she knocked on her door and waited. The door swung open, and Hailey's eyes widened when she saw Ashley's enormous jugs.

“I know, I know, they're huge...” Ashley studied Hailey's lower half and saw her almost impossibly wide hips, thick thighs and, even from the front, a massive amount of booty flesh.

“Can I...come in?” Ashley snapped herself out of it, and waved Hailey in. They stood there, and Ashley offered her a seat. Hailey sat, uncomfortably squirming a bit in the chair, and Ashley began explaining what they had to do.

“Basically...the way for us to both go back is to have a sort of...role reversal with the curse...as in, you cut my hair. Just a lock of it will do, and we should both go back to our old selves.” Hailey nodded, then smiled.

“That sounds very easy, actually. Let's do it.” Ashley brought out her scissors and handed them to Hailey. With one swift “snip”, Hailey took a small curl of Ashley's hair and sat, waiting for the reversal to begin. “How long does it take to fix itself?”

“No idea. Hopefully not too lo-” Ashley was cut off by a swift pain in her backside. She stood abruptly and took it in her hands. “OOF! What the hell is th-” It stung again, even harsher this time. It wasn't long until Hailey recoiled against the wall behind her and stood, her hands cupping her petite chest.

“What is...that feeling...” Both stood there for a moment, the pains in the respective parts of their bodies buzzing to a low tingling until...

**FWOOMP**

There was an almost audible sound of flesh suddenly plumping up Ashley's backside.

“UNNNH! WHAT THE HELL?!” Ashley screamed out a moan before whipping her head to look at her arse. What she saw was what looked like two bowling balls shoved down her pants. “Oh my...”

“AHHH!” She was cut off by Hailey's scream. “Whatthefuck, whatthefuck, whatthefuck...” Hailey blathered as her breasts suddenly puffed up to the size of honeydew melons. “You said this would fix us, not make it wor-” She was cut off by an intense feeling of pleasure as her breasts began to steadily flow larger and larger very quickly, her shirt beginning to tear at the seams. Ashley wasn't far behind, her bottom now pushing into her black pants, the sides popping open and threads splitting open, allowing flesh to bubble out.

“She said it would, Tiffany promised me that everything woul-OHHH” She gripped into her rump hard and moaned, the pleasure intense and out of nowhere. Meanwhile, Hailey had slid with her back to the wall, her breasts heaving forwards and back as she breathed laboriously. Her shirt was nothing more than shreds in no time, her breasts now at least a foot or so in diameter. Each. And Ashley was having no better of a time. Her pants had completely split on the sides and were now inching down her legs. Her panties were starting to ride up higher and higher as her butt got bigger and bigger, causing a nasty wedgie which caused more pain mixed with pleasure. “Unnnhhh...this is horrible...why...this wasn't supposed to happen...”

Hailey had brought her hands to her breasts just rubbing them in disbelief of how huge they had become. In little to no time at all, they rivaled car tires in diameter and were spilling across her legs, their growth at an alarming rate. Ashley could no longer keep her balance and fell onto her over-inflated butt, letting out a soft “oof!” as she hit the floor. She felt her panties snap and lay uselessly across her crotch for a moment, before sliding slowly to the floor. Being around the size of two beanbag chairs, she sat on her rump as she rose higher and higher up, their growth seemingly unending.

“What now...huh? Any other bright ideas...?” Hailey asked breathlessly as her breasts outgrew yoga ball size, completely covering her legs. Ashley shook her head and panted, out of breath from all the energy her expansion had sapped out of her.

“Tiffany...dammit...you're gonna pay for...THIS!” They both felt a huge swell of growth as one final push spilled into their bodies.

Hailey's breasts nearly two yards in diameter, and Ashley butt nearly that size as well, they braced themselves for the worst...

Then, suddenly, it stopped. They both sat there, calmly, and felt their bodies slowly get cooler and cooler. Hailey's breasts jiggled, and Ashley's butt wobbled. Soon, very slowly at first, they began to deflate, the mass slowly shrinking. They both let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh man...its gonna take a while before these go back to normal...but...at least...its finally working...” Ashley rubbed her behind as it slowly shrunk its way back to normal. “Sorry about all that Hailey... Hailey waved it off dismissively.

“Its...fine Ashley...as long as we go back to normal...my butt too right?” Ashley nodded.

“And my breasts...but I think we should focus on the primary things here...” She slapped her behind and laughed, and Hailey joined in.

Tiffany had viewed all of this from her crystal ball. She smirked devilishly and continued the flip the coin around in her fingers.

“Ah, looks like they are finally on their way back to normal. I probably should have mentioned the side effects...” She chuckled fiendishly. “But what's the fun in that...?” She stood, putting the coin back on display, and putting a price next to it, slightly more expensive for what she had sold it for before. She then stepped back to her crystal ball and waved it off, the faint glow disappearing. Tiffany brought a finger up to her chin contemplatively and thought aloud.

“...perhaps I should have at least told her about round two...”

THE END