Picking up money as a job sounds better than it is.

Surely it was nice to have his payment earned in the most direct way anyone could imagine, namely by just picking it up. And there had been a time when Heyrn, an Irish leprechaun, really had enjoyed his job: Back in the middle ages when rich aristocrats had ruled over most of the world, especially in Europe, there was more gold to collect than one single leprechaun could possibly spend in his entire life. The nobility in fact was so overwhelmingly rich, each aristocrat could easily afford to throw some golden coins into their private wells each day, just for the fun of it, from where Heyrn and others of his kind had no trouble to pick them up. Yes, back in those days, he had earned more money a day than most humans did in their entire life. But those times were long past."Is that a dollar?... No, just a penny." The grumpy old leprechaun threw the coin into the infinite space of his magic bucket, before digging his wrinkly, dirty hand back into the water. Moving his arm through the muddy water Heyrn searched the ground of the well he was inside, his narrow eyes on the look for anything that could be valuable. His once green clothes had long bleached out and become gray, while his hat, the symbol of any leprechaun, he had lost decades ago. The only things that crowned his bald head right then were a big bald spot full of warts, and the few leftovers of his once red hair. A wicked smile suddenly grew on his face, revealing his rotten teeth: His long, thin fingers had stumbled across something round, and it was gleaming slightly through the dark water. Excited he pulled out the shining object, hoping it could be a golden coin that had somehow survived the time down here.

Unfortunately, it was just another penny. The wrinkles around Heyrn's long, sharp nose grew deeper. Putting the coin larger than his head into the bucket he spoke an Irish curse. "Greedy pack!", he mumbled, searching the water with his hand again. "Does not seem like their wishes have a high value for them anymore!" The story behind the myth of throwing a coin into a well to get your wishes fulfilled is actually quite ironic: Irish leprechauns possessed an enormous amount of magic, large enough to change the fabric of reality itself. Of course, there were many laws restricting the use of their magic in their society, but all those restriction only applied to the community of the leprechauns. It did not occur to humans, or leprechauns that granted wishes for humans.

They were not actually bound however to grant wishes for humans who threw money into wells - in fact, they were not even bound to collect money at all. But since the beginning of time, they had lived from what humans had thrown away, and imitated their inventions. So when humanity invented the money economy, the leprechauns decided to copy it. Since then, the job of each and every leprechaun was to collect the money humans had lost, mainly in form of coins since banknotes were harder to handle in their size. One day, as a leprechaun was taking a bath inside a well, he suddenly heard a man talking to himself from above. The man was playing around with a coin, babbling to himself about some serious problems he had, and how he wished everything would be fine again. The man was so nervous he eventually dropped his coin into the well, right to where the leprechaun was. The leprechaun was so happy about the money the man had "given" him he decided to thank it by solving his problems with his magic. Surprised by the sudden solution of his misery, the man believed the well had granted him the wish because he had paid for it. He told all of his friends and family of this, who in turn told everybody they knew, and so the tale quickly spread. Others soon started to throw coins into wells and state their wishes, until the wells were filled with money. This drew the leprechauns towards them since they were easy places to grab a lot of cash, and in result wells became their main collection spots. So, whenever a leprechaun was gathering money inside a well, a human by chance would come by and drop a coin into it, stating a wish. And if the leprechaun was generous - and the wish was not "world domination" or similar - he would grant the wish with his magic, ensuring that way the myth would not die. This cycle had been going on for hundreds of years.

In modern times though, there were not many leprechauns left who granted wishes. Most just don't feel like using their magic anymore for quarters when earlier, they had gotten golden coins for the same. Heyrn had not granted any wishes since almost a century - he was too busy anyway: Since he only earned a few dollars a day collecting enough to make his living was a hard task already, especially at his age. He couldn't waste his magical powers for the greedy wishes of a human. As he continued to search the water his eyes suddenly glowed in excitement again as he touched another metal object. Through the dirty water, he could see it gleaming in a slightly golden light. "Could it be...", he whispered, quickly grabbing the object with both hands. Once he had pulled it out though his joy quickly vanished. "Just a plastic token."

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"But he's sooooooo cute!" A pair of blue eyes glanced over to the school entrance, quickly looking away as a black-haired boy turned his head toward them. The soft, nearly white skin near the pair of eyes blushed slightly, emphasizing the light colour of the blond hair that smoothly fell down to the shoulders of the girl. 

"And he's sooooooo two years older than you!", the blond girl could hear a voice next to her say. A hand appeared in her sight, covered by a black, fingerless glove, starting to wave up and down in front of her face. "Hello? Anybody home?" 

"Three years", the blond girl corrected her friend, taking another shy glance at the boy. "He's got birthday next month."The other girl pulled her hand back to put it on her hip. 

"Oh yeah, of course!", she said, her voice drooling with cynicism. "How could I forget?" The brunette shook her head, her long ponytail swaying from side to side. "Alice, that guy is a senior - he will leave for college in a few months. Then you'll never, ever see him again, and both of us can start forgetting him."Alice Fortune, an 18-year old high school student turned around, throwing an angry glance at the girl next to her. 

"I will NEVER forget him!", she shouted, earning some attention from the surrounding pupils. "I will graduate from school in two years, follow him to college, and earn his eternal love by being the smartest, funniest, most beautiful and charming girl he ever met in his entire life! You got that, Liz?"

Elizabeth Chappell, also an 18-year-old high school student rolled her maroon eyes. She wasn't really much taller than Alice, the difference being roughly and inch or two. Still, seeing the furious blonde standing in front of her, the image of an angry midget popped up in her mind. 

"One question, Alice", she began after a while. The students around them had already lost interest in the two and were back on their way home, something Liz wanted to be as well. "How does it come a girl with no grade lower than B is so - naive?"Alice, still feeling rather mad, took in a deep breath. As she breathed out again the rage left her body alongside the exhaled air, and her expression lightened up. 

"It's not naive", she softly told Elisabeth, smiling friendly towards her friend. "It's romantic!" Before Liz could react Alice ran towards the iron school gate, giggling along the way.

Startled by the sudden mood twist of her friend Liz blinked. "Jeez, I don't get that girl.", she sighed, scratching her head. Alice meanwhile had left the school grounds, waving towards Elizabeth. "Well, guess you have to be in love to understand someone who is.", she finally said with a smile, following her friend to the street. "Say Alice, did you ever try anything to get his attention?", Elizabeth asked as she had reached her and they started walking home. "Aside from blushing every time he looks at you, I mean."Alice pondered for a moment. 

"Well, I once tried to get private lessons from him", she said after a while. "I hung notes at the bulletin board for every subject existing, saying I searched someone around his age. But the only ones that answered were girls, and I had to get taught by them for an entire year!"

"So that's how you became so smart!", Elizabeth remarked. 

"More like how I became so poor", Alice sighed. "Another time, I took the last pudding in the cafeteria."

Liz frowned. "Wait, what does that have to do with anything?", she asked. The blond girl blushed. 

"I hoped he would ask me to share it with him", she replied shyly. Liz slammed her hand against her forehead.

"Is that all?" she asked, while her palm was running down her face.

"I made a few attempts to talk to him, but..." Alice swallowed. "I'd rather not talk about it." The two of them quietly walked on for a while. After crossing a street, a long, iron fence overgrown by green vines limited the pavement to one side, separating the street from the city park. "I also thought of shaping up a bit", Alice suddenly said as they walked along the fence. With two fingers she pulled at her black, pleated skirt, critically examining it. "You think I should wear a shorter skirt?"

Liz tilted her head a little, inspecting Alice's skirt. "Well, a lot of guys find firm thighs very attractive", she said. "But there are also some like my brother who think thighs just look fat. Smart as I am I always wear tight blue jeans so people can enjoy the smoothness of my legs without being offended by their fat", she smirked, patting her jeans.

Alice raised an eye-brow. "I thought your brother's just nine?" 

"Um... he's quite mature for his age." Liz cleared her throat. "Anyway, your skirts aren't very long in the first place, so just keep them as they are."Alice nodded. Next, she gazed at her short-sleeved blouse. 

"And my top?", she asked, before blushing slightly. "S-shall I unbutton it a bit?"

That was a tough one. Elizabeth didn't really found girls looked better just because they showed off some cleavage, and that was not just because she was only an A-cup. If she said directly no however, Alice could think she had a small chest, and may get even more upset. 'One reason why I only wear loose T-shirts', she thought, carefully picking her words now: 

"Well, that would be a bit too... provocative, wouldn't it? He might think that you are a slut or something, and neither seems he to be the kind of guy who likes sluts, nor does being a slut really fit you." Again Alice nodded in approval, much to Elizabeth's relief. 

"Guess you're right. Shall I do something with my hair then?", she continued to ask, patting her smooth blond hair. "No wait", she suddenly said with a grin "I shouldn't ask someone who ties her hair with a pink ribbon."

Liz placed a hand on the flashy big bow that she used to tie her over two feet long hair into a ponytail. "That's a present from my grandmother!", she protested. "You also carry around this stupid coin your grandfather gave you!"

"My lucky coin?", Alice asked, pulling a small coin from her pocket. As she held it up in the sun the golden coin shined brightly, blinding the girls a little.

Liz shook her head. "Seriously, who in his right mind walks around with a real gold coin in his pocket?" 

"Don't worry, Liz", Alice giggled. Closing her hand, she put the valuable item back into her skirt. "It's a lucky coin! As long as I have it, nothing bad will happen to me, so it's safe."

Liz threw her schoolbag over her shoulder. "Did I already tell you you're naive?"

"What about the colours of my clothes?", Alice continued, ignoring her friend's little tease. "Are black and white too conservative?"

Liz thoroughly inspected her friend's clothes. "Well, I sometimes do wonder if you know we have no uniform duty at school. Maybe some more colour would look good on you."

"You think so?" Her blue eyes skeptically examined Liz's bright top. "I don't want to end up as eye-soaring as you though..."

Elizabeth stopped. "Eye-soaring? Lime green is eye-catching, my dear! Just like magenta, lemon yellow, bright turquoise..." 

"Yeah, sure", Alice laughed. "And that's why you got a D in Arts!" Liz grinned. 

"Nope, I just suck at drawing." The two girls chuckled when Alice noticed they were standing in front of the park's entrance. The gate was wide open, granting a broad view at the wonderful green scenery beyond it. 

"Hey, let's take a walk through the park, shall we?"

"Sorry, but I have to go home and prepare lunch." Liz sighed. "It's kind of hard with two younger siblings and no parent at home until the evening."

"All right, see you later!"

"Shall we meet at the supermarket? We can buy some fancy new clothes for you."

"Great! And I can give you a lesson in what colours fit each other!"

The two waved each other good-bye, and while Liz continued to walk down the street Alice entered the park. It was early spring, the flower growth still being rather decent, but nonetheless quite pretty. The forecast had said it would rain later, and some black clouds already loomed at the horizon, so the park was rather empty - of course, she would be long home before it even started to rain. Right now the sky was mainly blue with some little white clouds, but none of them covered the sun. The path Alice walked led past a few large trees, mostly beeches, though there also were some oaks and maples. The lawn around the path was verdant green, and the wind blew the beautiful smell of flowers into her nose. Enjoyed the nature around her the young blonde came across a bench on the side of the path. A young love couple was sitting on it, kissing and cuddling each other as Alice walked by. While passing the love birdies Alice had to remember Elizabeth's words from earlier. Was she really naive? She knew it would be quite troublesome to find the college of her love-interest once he had left school, but with the help of the internet it would be possible. But then again, what should she do once she had graduated and followed him to college? How should she make him fall in love to her when she had failed at that for the last three years? After all, she was quite an ordinary student: She didn't exceed at anything, not in looks, fitness nor intelligence, no matter what Elisabeth said. Of course, many things could change in two years - but would it would be enough for him to get interested in her? 

Absent-minded and a bit depressed Alice walked over the sandy path, staring at the sky. After a while her feet bumped against something. Shifting her gaze towards the ground she saw a round, old-fashioned stone well standing in front of her, the oldest one in the park as the sign next to it said. Alice leaned forward, looking into the dark shaft of the well. She couldn't see the bottom, but she knew it always took a few seconds before a coin splashed into the water. An exaggerated sigh made its way out of her mouth. How much money had she wasted on those wells already, always wishing for the same thing? Nothing had ever happened though, and she didn't really believe in this stuff anyway. But, Alice knew she could not just walk past it, so she decided to keep this short. She placed her school bag on the ground, kneeling down to search for her purse. "Now where did I put it?", she murmured, cautious not to lift up her skirt as she searched her bag even though nobody was there. As she bent slightly forward something fell out of the pocket of her skirt. Not really thinking about it she picked the small object up again, still rummaging through her bag. Just before the little item entered the safety of her skirt again however she stopped. 

Her lucky coin - her deceased grandfather had given it to her. He had told Alice that it was a present he had received from his grandfather, and that it was one of his most precious belongings. Alice was deeply honored she had inherited it. She always carried it around in her pocket, and really felt like she had more luck with it (though she was sure this was only imagination). It surely was her most valuable possession, both financial and emotional. 

Slowly, Alice stood up again. Again the school girl stared into the black depths of the well. A slight shiver ran down her skin. Alice embraced the coin with both hands, pressing it tightly against her chest. After hesitating a moment she slowly reached out her arm, shaking a little, until her hand was above the well. 'If this doesn't work, I'll accuse the park administration of imposture', she thought. After fighting with herself for a moment she opened her fist. The coin dropped into the well, falling quietly through the darkness. Quickly pulling her arm back Alice folded her hands in front of her chest, closing her eyes as she stated her wish: "I wish Mike Vaunt would love me." 

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"Ouch!" Heyrn dropped his bucket and stumbled backwards. While mumbling a few Irish curses he heard as something splashed into the water next to him, followed by a voice from above. Rubbing his aching head he picked up his bucket, making an angry face as he bent down to the object that had hit him. "Damn humans!", he shouted, grabbing the coin in the water. "I probably got my head fractured by some stupid..."But Heyrn fell silent once he had pulled the coin out. His small eyes grew wider, his hands began to shake, and his heart was racing. The golden metal even gleamed in the dark bottom of the well, Heyrn recognizing every single line of the coin's detailed imprint. A smile grew on the old leprechaun's face, while tears were flowing over it. Dropping his bucket again he began to jump around it in joy, laughing out loud and cheering while water sprayed all over his clothes. 

After he finished his little dance he rubbed the tears off from his face, still smiling. Picking up his bucket he took one last glance at the coin before stored it safely inside the infinite space. "Thank you.", Heyrn murmured, looking up to the well. He couldn't remember the last time when he had felt so much joy. He was so happy that his wish had finally come true, he...Wait - his wish?"The wish!", Heyrn shouted, slamming his hand against his forehead. What was it again? What did the human say? Nervously Heyrn stroke his fingers over his chin, trying to remember the words. "The second part was about love", he began to remember. "But what was the beginning?" He knew it had started with "I wish" like all the time, but then? "I wish... mine? No, that's not it..." With his foot he tapped around in the water, his sharp nails scratching his chin as he intensely pondered. "I wiiiish... Mile? No, no, no...My? I wish my...taunt? No, aunt? Er, I wish my... my... front? That's it!", he suddenly called out, slamming his fist into his hand. "I wish my front would love me!" The joy about his discovery however drastically decreased when he realized it made no sense. Except... Hadn't the voice he heard been female? 

Heyrn frowned. "Kind of a strange way to wish for bigger breasts", he murmured. "But whatever!" With a snap of his fingers an invisible spell shot out from his hand, flying up the well. "Though it's weird to throw a gold coin away for something so vulgar... Oh well, not my problem." He looked at the bucket in his hand, grinning from one sharp ear to the other. "I better get this safe quickly -one shouldn't strain his luck too much!" He snapped his fingers again, engulfing himself in sparkling magic, and a moment later, he was gone, leaving nothing but water and mud in the well. 

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Alice bent down to pick up her bag, unsure if this had been a wise idea - no, actually, she was quite sure it was a very stupid one. She was about to take the bag when she felt a warm shiver running over her skin, as if somebody was softly stroking her entire body. Instantly Alice straightened up again, looking around in confusion. She couldn't see or hear anybody though, except for some birds - who did she expect to see anyway? It was probably just the wind. She shook her head when a sudden dizziness overcame her. At first Alice thought to have gotten up too fast, and that it would go away quickly. Her legs also felt a bit shaky, so she put one hand on the well to keep her balance. The other one she placed on her forehead, surprised as her dizziness slowly got worse. 

Suddenly her legs began to tremble, Alice feeling as they lost most of their strength. She quickly grabbed the well with both hands, pushing herself up so she wouldn't fall. Not only her legs but her whole body was shaking as if she was freezing. But she didn't feel cold - quite the opposite, in fact, as a warm sensation was building up inside her. It quickly grew more intense, steadily spreading throughout her body while giving her goose-bumps. Not able to stand anymore Alice dropped to her knees, automatically embracing her belly. To her surprise though Alice found not her tummy was feeling strange - something which would have made sense considering the symptoms - but her chest. Suddenly, the fabric of her blouse began to feel a little tighter. Looking down she saw her breasts were standing out more from her body than they usually did, pressing against her top. Alice frowned. For some reason, it seemed like her blouse was shrinking. "Maybe that's it", she said to herself. "Because my clothes are getting smaller, I feel sick." That sounded crazy, but she lacked any other kind of explanation. 

While Alice tried to come up with a plausible reason why her top was shrinking she watched it slowly tightening around her chest, a weird sight as she found. Wrapping itself around her small breasts the fabric made them even look a bit bigger than they actually were, emphasizing each little curve she possessed. The stretching of her stitches could be heard as her blouse pressed against her body, and the outlines of her bra started to shine through the white fabric. Appearing ever larger her bosom even seemed to become a bit rounder and firmer - all because of top was shrinking, Alice thought. To make it even stranger, it seemed her bra was also starting to get smaller, her breasts suddenly sliding out of the cups. Her blouse had stretched so far by then all of her bosom and bra could vaguely be seen through it. Blushing Alice quickly covered her chest with her arms, taking a nervous look around. She still couldn't see anyone, only hear the birds. Relieved she was alone Alice decided it was time to do something. The best thing was to quickly go home and change clothes, but her legs still felt numb, plus she still felt a little dizzy. Alice still tried to make sense out of all this. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she move? And most importantly, why the heck were her clothes shrinking? Still hiding her chest she suddenly noticed her arms were pushed forward, away from her body. Quite puzzled Alice removed them, and looked down on her body. 

Her breasts pointed greatly out from her chest, making it look like her bra was stuffed with softballs. They also appeared to have a more spherical shape than before, and were far more buxom than she ever remembered them to be. Alice's eyes almost popped out of her head, her face showing the fear and shock that were building up inside her. Slowly, she realized that her clothes were not shrinking, but her chest was growing!"N-no!", she screamed, putting her arms back around her breasts. "T-this is not real! It's an illusion, a trick! I-I'm hallucinating!" But she could clearly fell the soft flesh swelling against her arms, filling out her palms as she cupped her small breasts. They had at least grown from an A- to a B-cup, and obviously were trying to catch up to a C-cup. The soft spheres slowly bulged against her bra, its lock starting to pinch while the straps pressed into her shoulders. To make it even worse, Alice noticed the gaps between the buttons of her blouse were getting larger, starting to show some of her skin. Blushing deeply she hid the entire area beneath her arms, while bending forward to cover her chest as much as possible. She had to get away from here, quickly! But no matter how much she tried, her legs still felt like jelly. Also, the warm sensation inside her began to turn into heat, making her feel even more uncomfortable - if that was even possible. Her face was burning, sweat starting to drop from her chin. Alice was forced to watch as her breasts steadily outgrew her clothes, stretching the fabric around them. With a loud snap the lock of her bra eventually ripped, releasing the poor girl from its pressure. To her dismay though, Alice felt her chest was pushing stronger against her arms now, the growth seemingly accelerating as her bra didn't hold them back anymore. Her breasts became too big for her to properly grasp them anymore, the soft cups slowly sliding off her grip. Her buttons had drifted slightly apart from each other, each gap between them large enough for three of her fingers to wander inside her rising cleavage. Through one of them Alice could see a white piece of fabric - her former support, which was lying uselessly around her bosom now. The high school girl was confused, frightened and to certain degree, disgusted, though she couldn't deny the growth felt a little bit arousing as well. "God hates me", Alice eventually sighed.

Suddenly, it seemed like her breasts were about to stop, their expansion slowing down a bit. For a second, Alice's mood was lighting up. But it quickly dropped again when she realized her shirt was just not able to stretch any further, therefore holding her bosom back. It didn't take long though until the pressure became too much and the button at the centre of her chest popped off, flying several feet away. The gaps it had been separated merged to a rift of twice the size, while at the same time her breasts bulged out a bit further, the additional bulk blasting off the top button as her bosom jiggled slightly. Now a V-rift stood in her blouse, going down half of bust and exposing a large amount of shining breast flesh. No longer able to bear it Alice screamed hysterically. What was happening to her? Why did it happen? Or was it even happening? A part of her still hoped this all was just a dream, a nightmare, and that she would wake up any moment. But the longer her breasts continued to grow, the larger and heavier they got, the more she became aware that this was really happening. And with each millimeter they grew her breasts become more sensitive, the stirring sensation eventually convincing Alice she was really experiencing all of this. Inside her tight top her ample endowments firmly pressed against each other, the resulting sensations causing Alice to waver mentally. Her breasts swelled beyond the size of the largest grapefruits, straining the remaining button on the bottom of her firm curves. Having no more room to share her blouse began to rise up her body, exposing her belly. The next button in row began to slide up her bust, slowly crawling over its roundings, though it only got up in little spurts as the amount to pass was gradually rising.

 The screeching of her fabric send a shiver over Alice's spine, while her mountainous mounds began to sag slightly under their own weight, still remaining appealingly firm though. Although her cleavage constantly widened, pushing off the cover of her top, the fabric got unbearably tight for Alice: Squeezing against each other her almost CD-sized assets fought for each square they could fill out, sending pleasant sensations through Alice. The bigger her bosom became the more intense the feeling grew, alongside an unreasonable urge to grope her swelling assets. With each gained pound Alice's breath became heavier, until she could only exhale short bursts of air. It sounded like a mixture of panting and moaning, something a few guys would have found quite appealing in certain situations. Her cleavage meanwhile was almost going down two third of her round bosom, the button at the end looking like it could burst off any second. Alice's fingers were twitching, begging her to grope her growing honey-melons. Her bosom shook a little as her arms were trembling on her skin-tight blouse, Alice biting her lip as she cupped her breasts as good as she could with her hands. One moment before Alice could give in to her urges though Alice felt as the pleasure faded, while the pressure against her arms and her blouse... well, it didn't decrease, but it also didn't increase anymore. Immediately she regained control over herself again, and moved her arms as far away from her chest as possible. Slowly her breath normalized again, while the tingle in her breasts gradually grew weaker until she could barely notice it anymore. Her blouse stretched once more as she took in a deep breath, the highest button shaking slightly, before it relaxed again as Alice let out a deep sigh. Finally, it was over.

She didn't really feel like cheering though. Kneeling next to a well Alice was left with a pair of ridiculously large breasts inside a partly blasted, but still painfully tight blouse. For the first time then, she noticed how heavy her breasts actually were, hurting her back and shoulders as they hung down firmly on her body. Weakly Alice her arms fall down a little, putting them under her breasts to support her firm spheres as good as she could. She was short before crying. "This can't be happening!", she screamed. Her breasts were shaking a little as she straightened up her body. "This isn't real! Breasts can't grow like this!" The thought of heavenly punishment then popped up in her mind. "Please forgive me!", she shouted at the sky. "I haven't done anything bad!... Expect for sleeping in class, not doing my homework, fighting with my mother, throwing my lucky coin-"Immediately she paused.

The coin? The well? The wish? It couldn't be...Once more Alice looked down at her décolleté. Her bra was still stuck inside her top, resting rather loosely on her firm bosom. Her breasts was bigger than those any other student she knew at school, including older ones, and she was probably even bustier than most teachers. Alice spaced out for a moment, gazing absent-minded into the valley of flesh. Mindlessly she pulled the bra out of her cleavage, dropping it next to her without looking. While she appeared calm on the outside inside Alice everything was racing, from her heart to her mind. That guy, that beautiful, charming person, the man she had fallen in love to - Alice felt as her eyes were getting wet. The world around her seemed to lose its light, everything getting darker and gloomier. She had thrown her heart at him for almost three years, and now it turned out he was just a breast-loving pervert?! "This can't get any worse", she sobbed, feeling a tear flowing down her face. Then, she felt another one landing on her blouse. And another one on her legs. And one on her arm. Snapping out of her depression Alice realized she wasn't even crying. Also, not only because of her mood the world seemed grey but everything around her had really gotten darker, and the air was kind of wet.

A moment later the rain was coming down in sheets. It didn't take long before Alice was drenched from head to toe. The water dripped from her long wet hair, drops were rolling down her skin and mixed with the sweat, while her clothes clung tightly to her body, mostly to her bosom. Especially her blouse was soaking with water, Alice watching in horror as the white fabric turned transparent. "I'm so unlucky!", she cried.

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At first, only a few people took notice of the completely drenched girl that entered the mall. But as she walked in her muddy clothes towards the cloth department, leaving a trace of water behind her, more and more people began to stare into her direction, whispering at each other. The cheeks of the girl turned red while she wrapped her arms around her large chest, covering as much of it as possible. No matter how much she tried though she couldn't hide its constant bouncing.Alice moved through the mall as fast as she dared, water dripping from her with every step. Some people stared at her in pity, while others did not have such innocent feelings in their glares. The high school student gulped - the way here had already been hell with the rain coming down. With heaving movements she had dashed towards the mall, leaving dozens of pedestrians staring after her and her jumping mammaries. But not only had the bouncing been bothersome and embarrassing, it had also been sending small surges of pain through her with each of her steps, making her miss her bra very quickly. At least she had somehow been able to fight down the sensitivity for the majority of the time, though the mud that had been sprayed over her body as she ran had startled her a little. While she strode through the mall Alice noticed the flood of stares was still not decreasing. With closed eyes she walked a bit faster, ignoring the heightening jumps of her chest as she dashed towards the clothes store. She could already see the shop window, knowing the entrance was just around the corner. Pumping all her strength into her legs she accelerated, keeping her eyes closed as she run around the curve.

The youngster then abruptly came to a halt as she crashed straight into someone else. Breasts ahead Alice bumped into the stranger, her mighty mounds getting squeezed between the two bodies. Rubbing against themselves and the other person her sensitive orbs forced a moan out of Alice, her head blushing dark red. Like bumpers her breasts then regained their shape, bouncing Alice off from the stranger's body. Not able to keep balance Alice fell down, landing hardly on her back. The already strained button on her front blasted off completely, her chest bouncing violently in all directions - her shirt would have probably blown open if the wet fabric didn't clung to her skin so much. It didn't make much difference though since her large nipples poked through the transparent fabric anyway, and the colour of her skin could be seen through it. Feeling numerous stares Alice hastily put her arms over her bosom, trying to stand up. The weight of her chest kept her down however, so she soon ended up waggling on her back like a flipped up turtle. Pedaling her legs through the air Alice tried to shift her body balance forward, but the only thing she acquired was that one could peek under her skirt. While Alice endured what must have been the most embarrassing moment in her life the person she had bumped into walked over to her, looking quite perplexed at the top-heavy girl on the ground. Blinking a few times she slowly leaned over to Alice, who immediately stopped moving once she recognized the face above her.

"Alice?", Liz asked, sounding more than just a bit startled. "Is that really you?"

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"All right, let's go through this once more", Liz began, taking the broken bra out of Alice's hand. After putting it to the various others she held in her arms she handed her friend an intact and a bit larger one. "You walked through the park like a hundred times before."

"Yup", Alice said while her arm vanishing with the bra inside the changing cubicle.

"Then, you came across that well like a hundred times before." Inside the cubicle, she could hear Alice groaning as she tried to close the lock of her bra. "You threw a coin into it, like a hundred times before, wishing this guy you like..."

"Mike", Alice interrupted her, audibly holding her breath. Liz rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, you wished Mike would love you, like a hundred times before. The only difference this time was you threw your lucky coin into that well."

"That's... right", Alice brought out, obviously fighting to close her bra. Liz took in a deep breath. 

"And the next moment, your boobs are huge!"

A small click came from inside the cubicle. "It wasn't... so fast", Alice told Liz, her voice remaining stressed as she spoke. "It was more... like a process. Of course... for breasts it was rather... fast, but the swelling was so subtle it... actually... took me a while to-" A snap suddenly sounded through the store, accompanied by a high-pitched shriek. "Oh no, not again!"

Liz couldn't hold back a sigh. "You know, when I said we would buy some fancy new clothes for you, I didn't expect it to go like this." While receiving the busted brassier from her friend Liz handed Alice the next larger model. "Try at least to keep it in one piece!", she told her. "I'm afraid we'll have to pay for every one you break." 

Alice took the bra from Elizabeth. "I'm sorry. This all must be really awkward for you..." 

"Not as much as for you I guess." Liz could hear as Alice fumbled around her new bra."Let's change topic for a while, okay Liz?"

"Sure, no problem. What'cha wanna talk about?"

"Well, you could tell me why you are here already. I thought you had to prepare lunch for your siblings?" Before Elizabeth could answer a loud shout of joy suddenly erupted from the cubicle. "It fits! It fits!" Liz could hear as Alice made a leap into the air. "It's a bit snug, but it fits! And I don't need to hold my breath! Quick, give me a top before it decides to burst off again!"

With a smile, the brown-haired girl handed a yellow blouse to her friend. "My sister's napping, and my brother ate too many sweets so he's not hungry anymore", she answered Alice's question. "Since there was no other housework to do, I thought I'd go ahead and eat something here before you come."

Slipping into the blouse Alice took a look at her breasts, cupped inside a black brassier. "Well, guess I 'busted' that plan", she sighed.

"Why? We can still eat together. Or aren't you hungry?"Alice didn't answer immediately, probably because she was busy buttoning her top. "Actually, I do feel pretty exhausted. A little snack might be just the right thing after all of this." The curtain to the cubicle swung open. Liz took a step back to inspect her friend's outfit. Except for being yellow the blouse Alice wore looked exactly like the old one, safe for some small differences in the cut. What distinguished it the most was the way Alice was wearing it: While she usually closed her top up to the last button this time she had left at least three of them open, giving a quite generous insight to her body's new voluptuousness. In fact, it looked like she had arranged it so that she would show off as much cleavage as possible, the fabric just barely gracing the edges of her bra. Alice's blush showed she was a little insecure about her new look. "So, what do you think?" Closely Liz examined Alice's open top, keeping a straight face. 

"Dunno - do you really have to keep it open? It's kind of, um... 'unusual' to see you like this."

That was not what Alice had hoped to hear. "I thought I'd make the best out of the situation", she whispered. An uneasy silence fell over the scene. After a few seconds the blush on Alice face turned darker. "Um, you can stop staring at my breasts now."

"What? Oh, s-sorry", Liz apologized, also blushing a bit. "I guess need some time to get used to these... I-I mean to this situation."

"You're not the only one", the blond girl mumbled while buttoning her shirt up. The fabric of her blouse wasn't really skin-tight, but it did emphasize her firm curves a little.

"You sure you don't want to see a doctor?", Liz asked, feeling a bit less startled by the appearance of her friend than before. 

"Oh yeah, a doctor can surely help me with magically enhanced tits." Alice wanted to sigh, but hearing her top stretch as she inhaled the air she quickly suppressed the impulse.

Liz looked quietly at her friend. "Well, he can, at least in terms of your health. I mean it can't be good for your body to change so suddenly! Your musculature isn't used to your chest being so huge, and neither is your metabolism! Not to forget your hormonal balance must be a total mess."

Alice whole body shook slightly as Liz mentioned hormones, thinking of the sensations from earlier. "I-I don't feel sick or anything, so it's probably all right. And my bra supports me just nicely - I almost feel no difference from before." 

Again Liz's gaze graced Alice's ample bosom. "I don't know...”

Looking a little angry Alice put her hands on her hips. "Look, other women naturally grow such breasts, so I can bear them as well! I mean, it's not like I'm a freak or anything. I'm just a little bigger than average, that's all. By the way, how large am I actually?"

"Are you asking me?""Of course! You're the one who gave me this bra!"

"I just grabbed a handful from the shelf without looking. But can I assure you it's one of the larger ones. D at least, maybe even E or a small F." Alice's head sunk a little lower. "Guessed so...", she mumbled, sounding rather depressed.

Liz felt her stomach turn as she looked at Alice. She couldn't stand seeing her childhood friend like this. "Well, we should see the advantages of this", she tried to cheer Alice up. "At least you won't have to woo after that Mike-guy anymore!"

No response."Um, you will stop going after him, right Alice?", she asked again.

Still no response.

"Don't tell me you still think you love him!", Liz shouted, feeling like she was running against a wall. "I mean, look at what he did to you!"

With stern eyes Alice looked up into her friend's face. "Hey, it's not his fault!", she defended him. "I was the one who threw the coin into the well!"

Liz rolled her eyes, taking in a deep breath. "All right, let me rephrase that: Look at what that guy wants you to look like!"

Alice stared at the ground again. "Maybe it's not so bad...", she murmured, nervously rubbing her arm. "You just said yourself I should see the advantages of this... and I was always a bit jealous of other girls with bigger breasts..."

"Oh come on, you're just talking yourself into this!"

"How would you know?" Alice suddenly shouted at Elizabeth, her bust swaying in rage. "How do you know I wasn't always jealous of other girls like Miranda and Gina, who the boys follow like dogs? Or of our society teacher, Mrs. Mondera? She is even bigger than I am! The guys are fighting to be in her class!" That was no joke: There were actually been boys who had fought over places in her class, and others that had bought themselves into it for a very high price. "How do you know I didn't always want to look like this!?", she shouted.

Elizabeth looked at her raging friend, thinking of the angry midget again. She was starting to get a little mad herself, but due to the "special circumstances" of the situation, Liz held herself back. "Alice", she began after a while, her voice sounding calm and composed. "All the girls are sometimes jealous of Miranda, Gina or Mrs. "Wonderbra" - I am no exception. But you, you aren't the kind of girl who's bothered longer than five seconds by this. You're the kind of girl who wins a boy's heart with a cheerful smile, not a blown up décolleté. You are charming, friendly, and when needed a great friend everyone can always rely on - heck, you are the best friend I could ever hope for! And if that Mike or what he's called can't appreciate that, than he doesn't deserve you. Got it?"

Alice fell silent, but still looked rather angry. During Liz' speech she had crossed her arms below her chest, pushing her breasts up a little while she stared at the ground. "You're just jealous 'cause I'm sexier than you", she finally mumbled. Just as she had spoken it out Alice wanted to bite her tongue.

"WHAT?", Elizabeth shouted. Immediately she dropped all efforts to stay calm. "Okay, I've tried to be reasonable, but if that's how you think of me then that's it!" The brunette furiously turned around, quickly walking away from Alice with large steps.

"Wait Liz!", Alice screamed, trying to go after her. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean-"

Elizabeth stopped. "It's okay, I think I understand you very well", she said, still showing her back to Alice. Her cold voice made the busty girl shiver. "It seems I am too plain and unattractive to still hang around with a sex bomb like you." 

"Liz..."

"It could be embarrassing for you to be seen with me."Again Alice was short before crying. 

"Please Liz, I just..."

"Well, I know when I'm not wanted. See you tomorrow at school- if I can't avoid it." Just as she said that Elizabeth dashed off, vanishing behind a shelf of pullovers.

"Liz, wait!" Alice wanted to run after her, when somebody suddenly grabbed her at the shoulder. Turning her head Alice saw the saleswoman standing behind her."You intend to pay for this?", she asked, pointing at her blouse.

Alice quickly pulled her purse out of her pocket. "Keep the change", she said, tossing several high dollar notes at the woman. Leaving a quite confused saleswoman behind Alice ran after her friend as fast as she could. But when she finally reached the exit of the store Elizabeth had already disappeared in the crowd. Alice helplessly looked around, trying to spot Liz in the surge of people. Feeling left and broken, she eventually raised her head up towards the roof of the mall. It had stopped raining, and the light of the sun was steaming through the large windows in the ceiling. Staring upwards Alice then watched a rainbow appearing in the sky, decorating it with its numerous colours. It was really a beautiful rainbow, but even that couldn't cheer her up right now. And though she was surrounded by dozens of shopping people, she felt completely alone right now with her ample bosom. "I wish she knew what it's like through my eyes", Alice sighed, staring at the rainbow above her.

Before we continue with our story, one thing should be clarified first: Like many people know, at the end of rainbows leprechauns usually tend to depose their pots of gold (putting aside it would be pots of pennies in modern times). However, no human had ever been able to reach that legendary place. Putting scientifically explanations like light refraction on water molecules aside most people who still believe this myth think it's because of a magical barrier the Leprechauns use to protect their gold, or because its end is so far away a mortal could never reach it. The true reason however was even simpler: They were searching on the wrong end of the rainbow. And so, the end of this rainbow with the pot of gold was lying directly at Alice's feet. Next to her shoes, hidden by a cloaking spell, a small leprechaun was looking through the contents of his pot. Just like his bucket, it had no limit to its capacities, but Heyrn still doubted the contents were worth more than a few dollars. With his right hand he emptied the loot of the day into the pot, watching as the pennies, quarters and tokens roll out of the bucket and into the pot. As he shook the last coins out he took a sly glance down at the golden object in his left hand, smiling. With golden coins being so rare in the leprechaun world these days, he could finally afford to retire and go back to his beloved Ireland, where he would live the rest of his life in humble wealth. Heyrn stored the bucket and his golden coin on top of his pot, then snipped his fingers. Surrounded by golden sparkles the pot and its contents began to steadily shrink down until everything was at the size of a thimble (from leprechaun perspective). 

He picked up the tiny pot and put it into the pocket of his vest. "Ah, what a wonderful day!", Heyrn exclaimed. In his happiness he began to spin around, and performed a small Irish dance. "Come on, people, give me a wish!", he shouted, jumping from one foot to another. "Love, power, fame - I'll grant them a-!"

Just then he bumped against Alice's foot."Ouch!" While he fell on his butt Heyrn could vaguely hear a female voice talking above him. Rubbing his head the leprechaun looked up to the colossal figure of Alice, his gaze wandering over her long legs up below her skirt, right at her plain white panties. As the member of a completely different species of magical creatures though he had little interest in her undergarments, but instead tried to focus on she had was saying. "A wish", he told himself, though again he had only vaguely heard it due to the impact. "Something about "new kids" and "Six on a dice", or "chew bits and rouge mice", or...ah, I got it: 'I wish we grew tits of huge size!'” 

He then looked up at Alice, then around her. There was one girl, but she had clearly said "we"(or at least the little leprechaun thought so). But, there was no other person with her. So, who was the second, if not third or fourth? Luckily for Heyrn, magic didn't really make sense, so he held his fingers to his rough lips. "Grow the breasts of whatever other person she was talking about", Heyrn commanded his spell, and with a click of his fingers sent it on the way. "There ya go", he said, rather satisfied with him. "A pair of healthy knockers, made by good ol' Heyrn for apair of lovely young ladies!" A yawn suddenly forced its way out of the old leprechaun's mouth. "Man, I completely forgot how tiring wish granting can be! I should relax a bit before I go back to Ireland." And with another snip of his fingers he was gone.

For a while, Alice just looked at the rainbow, watching as it gradually faded. Suddenly, she felt a familiar tingle in her swollen chest, one she had felt not so long ago. All colour left her face as she was overcome by a rising dizziness, while the strength was slowly leaving her legs. Eyes widened and mouth opened Alice wanted to scream, but could hold herself back in front of the crowd. Gritting her teeth she felt her breasts were slowly filling the free space inside her new top, evening the few wrinkles around her buttons. Not wanting anybody to see her growth Alice rushed back into the clothes store, heading straight towards the changing rooms. As she ran she could feel the cups of her bra getting tighter around her ballooning bust, a feeling that was both as terrifying to her as it was arousing. Once she reached the back of the store Alice dashed right through the curtain of the nearest cubicle, almost crashing against the wall inside. Once she had stopped Alice felt her legs growing numb, and quickly sat down onto the bench inside the cubicle. Her spurt had exhausted her, but that was not the reason why she was panting so hard right now. Alice took in a deep breath, gathering all her courage before taking a look down her body. Her outstanding bust line looked even more dominant than before, and was reaching ever further from her body. Swelling into a pair of pineapples the already form-fitting fabric of her blouse was wrapped even tighter around her bosom, increasing the pressure on her buttons. It took only a few seconds before the lock of her bra pinched into her back, and a little longer until its straps started to press into her shoulders. Growing to a luscious mass of flesh Alice's breasts curved into a pair of full spheres, keeping as much of their firmness as gravity would allow. Proud and stout they stuck out from her body, their growth already slowing down due to the cramped space inside her blouse. The gaps between her buttons were showing some cleavage already, and after a while one could take a glimpse at her bra through them. With a loud bang the button in the middle of her bust suddenly blew off, flying against the curtain. Her breasts jumped an inch forward, flesh filling out the additional space of her blouse while putting the other buttons under even more pressure. Sporting a small amount of cleavage inside of her top as well as on top of it as its neck was slowly pulled down by the bulge of her breasts Alice gulped as her mind was hit by the increasing sensations inside her. 

Her bosom felt like ants were crawling under her skin, causing tingles and prickles with their tiny feet. She could hear the screaming of her blouse as it stretched around her bosom, her bra shining through the yellow fabric. Another button popped off, boosting her bust size again while her cleavage grew a little deeper and wider. Her breasts were roughly as big as normal water melons, Alice fearing they would go for giant water melons. The growing pleasure forced her to breathe faster and harder, sweat running down from her forehead over her crimson cheeks down towards her chin. Moved by the growth the soft cups of her bra slid over her sensitive orbs, forcing a small moan out of the young woman. The lock was digging into her back, causing great pain to Alice. She was about to slip her hands under her tight blouse and open when it suddenly snapped off by itself, leading her curves to splay out and form a pair of perfect spheres. While Alice's blush turned even another button popped off her blouse, her cup-size jolting up once again and her breasts bouncing slightly up and down. Rising masses of meat tried to squeeze through the large gap in her top, putting it under growingly dense pressure. As the button at her collar bid its farewell her blouse was immediately pulled over her curves, creating a clean and deep V-neck. The edge of the fabric just barely covered her nipples, her areolae steadily coming into sight as her rounding bosom slowly pushed off the fabric. Reaching over the sides of her body her feminine charms caught up to the size of her head. More of them fell on her torso while almost reaching up to her neck. Her blouse groaned as pound after pound continued to roll out from her body, stretching the yellow fabric into an almost transparent sheet of cotton. Alice could feel each square of her breasts rubbing against each other, increasing the already very dominant tingle that engulfed her globes. Getting more and more aroused Alice watched in horror as she continued to grow into the bustiest woman of the planet, already overtaking the well-endowed society teacher she had said to be envying earlier. 

Remembering Mrs. Mondera she had to think of her argument with Liz again, and felt even more miserable. The next button bid its farewell, and her blouse moved over her pressing curves. Alice had to hold the fabric with her hands to keep her breast warts hidden, something which she did out of reflex although nobody could watch her inside the cubicle. Her large assets grew into a pair of full sports balls, trying to free themselves from the grip of her blouse. The fabric moaned as she tried to pull it over her bosom, the young woman quivering while she pressed her swelling (and very sensitive) mounds together. A large tear suddenly formed on the left side of her blouse, and Alice felt her massive bosom pressing through the fresh rift. Getting ever more embarrassed she let go of her blouse, her face turning to the colour of a tomato as her breasts pushed the fabric over her exaggerated curves, bouncing almost naked in the fresh air. Near the size of volleyballs she could finally feel the growth was slowing down. Alice sighed in relief, though at the end it sounded more like a moan. Her growing breasts pushed off the remaining cover her blouse provided, while pulling the fabric up and straining the next button. Tired Alice looked down at her bare bosom, watching as her breasts reached out slower and slower, until finally, finally coming to a halt. The high school student took in deep breaths as she panted her lust out, the pleasure inside her decreasing and the tingle in her breasts steadily growing weaker. After a while it was merely a small prickle, though the fabric of her blouse slightly tickled her where it was still gracing her large humps. As she attempted to slip out of the sleeves she could weakly feel her broken brassier beneath her mammoth of a chest, and pulled it out. She took a look at the label, reading it had been E-cup, just like she had thought. Mindlessly Alice dropped it to the ground. Her current cup-size? She didn't even want to think about it. "And now I'll have to buy new clothes", she sighed. "Again." This time though, Alice thought sadly, she would have to do it alone. "I'm so unlucky!", she cried. 

Many people had run into the mall to escape the rain. A lot of them remained even after the sun had come out again, walking from one shop to the next to search for something they might need. A young 18-year-old brunette forced her way through the crowd that had assembled in the mall, ignoring the glares that were thrown at her. The look on her face was even more furious than those of the people that she pushed aside. Her long ponytail swayed as she constantly changed directions, almost lashing like a whip through the crowd. The high school student wasn't heading for the exit or a specific store. She just walked aimlessly through the mall. 

"She's an idiot!", Elizabeth mumbled to herself. She shoved herself through two elder women, one almost falling to the ground as Elizabeth pushed her aside. "After all I have done for her...and all I get is...!" The sheer thought of her (formerly) best friend made her seethe with anger. When the two of them had bumped into each other earlier Liz first thought Alice to be someone completely different, her brain denying that the face of this buxom girl was that of her best friend. Despite the shock however that her breasts had blown up drastically during the short time the two had been apart Liz had helped Alice up, and covered the skimpily dressed girl in her torn up blouse on the way to the nearest clothing store. She had helped her searching tops and bras that might fit around her improbable bosom, and would have been ready to share the payment for those she broke. Heck, she even had listened to her ridiculous story about wishing wells and lucky coins - everyone else would have just told her she was crazy, but Liz had actually believed this stupid tale! And then, after all she had done for her, after all the patience she had shown and all the help she had offered, after all that her best friend had only said "You are just jealous because I'm sexier than you!" But the worst of it was she was still clinging to that bastard she owed a broken blouse and almost broken back because he wanted her to be a blown-up bimbo. "She's an idiot!", she repeated, this time loud enough for others to hear. "An Idiot! Idiot! I never want to see her again! NEVER!!'

With heavy steps she stomped through the mall, making more than one person she passed almost fall down to the floor. After a while her feet however didn't stomp the ground anymore, but simply walked over it. She pushed the people around her aside with decreasing force, while she steadily moved slower. With each step her furious expression lightened up, the corners of her mouth going back into a neutral position as well as her eye-brows. Her face almost looked apathetic when she stopped right in the middle of the crowd. "I'm the idiot", she whispered, holding a hand in front of her mouth. Tears began to flow down her face, leaving shiny trails on her cheeks. "Alice is my best friend. She would never want to hurt me. She's just confused and overwhelmed with the situation." She moved her hand from her mouth to her eyes, and cried right into it. Some people turned their heads into her direction, but then quickly took a step aside as Liz suddenly dashed into their direction. Past numerous confused men, women and children she ran through the mall, still not knowing where she should head. All she wanted was to get away from here as fast as possible. When she finally came to a halt she found herself in a deserted hallway between the walls of two stores. She leaned against one of them, lowering her head while she continued to cry into her hands. 

Her sobs however abruptly turned into a gasp as she felt a sudden heat inside her. Pressing her back against the wall behind her Liz raised her head towards the glass roof above her. A rainbow decorated the sky, Liz staring at it while a numb sensation settled in her body. "H-hey, what's going on?", she asked aloud. Feeling increasingly weak in her legs she slid down the wall behind her, her butt almost hitting the ground before she could lean herself up with her arms. For some reason it was like she was short on breath. Liz panted, sweat forming on her forehead both due to the warmth inside her as well as her nervousness. She wanted to scream, but as she opened her mouth the brunette suddenly had to moan softly while thrusting her chest forward. Pleasant tingles went through her body, concentrating inside her small breasts. Her fear and confusion turned into disbelief as she felt her breasts were slowly reaching out from her body, bulging against the lime green cotton of her shirt. "What the...?!" Wide-eyed she looked down on her bosom, watching as her top stretched around her blooming bust. The small bump on her figure was swelling slowly outwards, rising like bread in an oven. "You've gotta be kidding me!", she squealed. Her breath accelerated as her bosom got larger, the cups of her bra slowly filling with flesh. The small mounds on her torso ascended from her body while growing to the form of firm hemi-spheres. Like a pair of half oranges attached to her they protruded from her chest, their curves steadily bulging and vaulting. 

At first Liz denied what was happening to her, unable to believe what she saw and felt. Alongside gaining size however she also felt her breasts becoming more sensitive, forcing themselves into her consciousness as they stretched her cotton shirt. Feeling pleasant tingles in her breasts she closed her eyes, trying to keep a cool head. "W-what is this?", she whispered, her voice surprisingly low. She had intended to shout, but she didn't have the strength to bring out more than a whisper. "Did Alice infect me? Is this some kind of virus? Or since when are big boobs rubbing off?!" The straps of her bra pressed slightly into her shoulders and back, while the cups had ever more trouble to keep the swelling meat of her bosom contained. Below them folds of flesh began to roll out of her bra, pinching her as the growth made the piece of underwear feel tighter by the second. Soon her top sported a slightly noticeable bulge around her chest, looking like she had put grapefruits into it. Slowly the neck of her shirt was pulled lower while the hem rose higher, ascending over her waistline as her breasts wrapped the fabric around themselves. 

Liz panted and sweated ever heavier the more she grew, praying silently that this was all just a crazy dream (though this already had not worked when she had bumped into Alice earlier). Bulging out from her body her breasts flowed over all sides of her bra which tried its best to hold back their curving form. The brunette was about to unlock it when it suddenly snapped open by itself. Quickly she put her hands over her mouth as another moan was on its way out of her, while she felt her unsupported bosom bouncing up and down inside her shirt. Rubbing against the tight fabric she felt a pleasant sensation coming from her mounds with the diameter of CDs, and pressed her hands stronger against her lips. The sound of her lime green top stretching around her ballooning bust was giving her goose bumps, and she felt her numb legs shaking from the arousal that was growing inside her. Pressing against the cotton her nipples poked slightly through her bright top, making the young woman blush deeply. While the space inside her top decreased by the second she could feel her broken brassier getting squeezed between her rising rack and the fabric of her shirt, her breasts probably having outgrown the once reliable source of support by several cup-sizes already. Her lips felt like they would start bleeding as she kept her mouth shut, desperately trying to withstand the impulse to moan. Through the widening fabric of her top one could roughly see the colour of her skin while the neck of her shirt was being pulled down far enough for a subtle, yet very tight cleavage to look out. Watching it grow deeper by the second Liz also noticed her top had risen above her belly button, steadily getting pulled up by her growing bosom. The rounding lumps of flesh were on the verge to surpass the size of her head, being already too large as if Liz could have grasped them entirely with her hands. The thought of grabbing her swelling meat buns though was getting increasingly appealing to Liz, something that almost scared her more than the growth itself. Losing the last strength in her legs Liz slid down the wall completely, sending her firm flesh wobbling as her butt hit the ground. The hem of her shirt danced up and down from the jiggles, stimulating the already aroused girl further. At the same time one could hear the seams of her shirt popping. Unable to keep it in the first moans began to slip through her lips, though she was able to muffle them with her hands. But as her shirt grew so painfully tense around her G-cups it was almost transparent she slowly removed her hands from her mouth, and moved them towards her chest. "Why - is - this - happening?", she coughed out between pants and moans while her fingers slowly approached her mounds. 

Another shiver went through Liz as her hands touched the taut fabric of her shirt. Feeling her breasts swelling inside her palms she couldn't stop her hands from softly rubbing her firm meat, although she knew it would be better not to do this. The soft caressing lured another moan out of her. In an attempt to keep control she moved her hands to the place where the cups of her bra were resting beneath her shirt so the touch wouldn't be as stimulating. Despite this wave after wave of pleasure cruised through her body as she stroked her firm bosom, feeling it grow larger inside her hands. Even the glove she wore on her right hand couldn't decrease the intensity from her caressing. Soon her fingers started to press into her firm roundings, kneading her breast flesh. As Liz pulled on the fabric of her top, wrapping it around her fingers her tight shirt ripped in the middle, right at the center of her bosom. The leaf-shaped rift revealed a small excerpt on her cleavage, showing how her breasts squeezed appealingly tight against each other. While the hole slowly tore up towards her neck the collar of her shirt continued to extend downwards, showing cleavage roughly as deep as her index finger. More tears popped up all around her bosom then as her mammal orbs swelled like a pair of balloons stuck inside her shirt. Around her humps the fabric was stretched so tense it almost appeared shear, only slightly obscuring the colour of her skin that was showing through it. 

On the verge to surpass basketballs in size and just as the hem of her shirt reached the bottom her breasts the growth began to slow down. Liz continued to fondle her massive mammaries while the feeling of swelling decreased, releasing one pleasurable sound after another from her lips. Luckily rush hour in the mall was already over, so nobody took notice of the moaning brunette that was sitting in the aisle between two shops. As her breasts stopped growing her shirt was full of holes, showing around 40 to 60 percent of her bosom (and her destroyed bra resting on its underside). Mindlessly Liz slipped her hands through the two largest rifts to get a better touch on her firm spheres. She had abandoned all reason by then, being "forced" to rub her bosom until it felt numb by her pleasure. Panting, sweating and moaning she felt her body was tilting to the side. Before she lost balance completely and fell on her shoulder Liz finally managed to get a hold of her. Shaking off all the arousal she pulled one of her arms out of her top to lean herself up, ripping the tear even larger as she stopped her fall. It took a while before she was able to remove her second hand, this time however being careful her top wouldn't have to suffer any more damage. As she looked down on herself though, seeing the skin of her bosom through the many, many holes in her shirt as well as her cleavage through her hand-sized V-neck at the neck and the tear in the middle, she mournfully thought that it wouldn't really make a difference if it ripped apart any more.

Liz stared bluntly at the large bosom that stretched the poor remnants of her shirt, still unable to believe what had just happened. As the sensations inside her died off a new feeling became aware to the high school girl, namely that her breasts were dragging on her shoulders and back. After she had sat up again she put one arm under her bosom to support it a little, immediately feeling a tingle again as she touched herself. Taking in a sharp breath she closed her eyes, waiting until the small surge of pleasure had subsided. Rage suddenly boiled up inside her. Furious she slammed her fist into the wall behind her. Her breasts vibrated a little at the impact, sending another weak arousal through Liz. Her arm that had punched the wall then slowly slid down until her fist hit the ground. She pulled her legs closer to her body until they squeezed against her breasts, put her arms around her knees and let her head fall between the fleshy pillows of her chest. A light shake went through her body as Liz began to cry into her bosom. If it was possible, she felt even more miserable that she had been angry at Alice. 

As she sat in the darkness and sobbed she suddenly heard footsteps coming into her direction. Pulling herself together she whipped the tears from her face and slowly tried to stand up. Her legs still were a little numb, and the weight of her chest was dragging on her as well as that they were constant jiggling and wobbling at each of her moves. While she stood up her long ponytail accidentally fell over her shoulder, and the fine hair softly graced her bosom. Forcing her lips together she pushed her hair back, still leaning against the wall behind her as she walked deeper into the dark alley. Once she had reached the furthest and darkest corner she ducked herself as much as possible, trying to ignore her breasts hanging from her. <br /><br />A person entered the alley. Without noticing the buxom brunette that sat in the dark he - at least Liz believed it was a man - pressed his body against the same wall she had leaned on just a few seconds ago. He seemed to be holding a small piece of paper in his hand, at which he intensely stared for a few seconds. Liz tried to get a better look at him, but as she bent a bit forward she felt her fabric ripping up further, and quickly pulled her body back. From her hideout all she could see was that he had short black hair, was roughly around her age, maybe a bit older, and that he looked like he was sad about something. Carefully moving her head forward Liz then had to hold back a gasp as she finally recognized him: It was Alice's love interest, Miles.

No wait, she thought, that wasn't his name..

While Liz tried to remember what he was called she suddenly heard him letting out a long, frustrated sigh. He pushed himself off from the wall, dropping the piece of paper in his hand as he walked away with sloping shoulders and a lowered head. As the paper landed on the ground he had already left the alley. Liz waited a few seconds before she slowly straightened herself up again - slowly not because she was afraid he or someone else might return, but because her bosom seemed to have fallen in love with the ground, trying to keep her close to it. Once she was standing with a slightly buckled posture Liz walked over to the piece of paper, cursing silently as she had to bend down again to pick it up. Her next curse then wasn't as silent as she picked the paper up and felt the central hole in her already revealing top ripping up to her V-neck, forging an even larger cleavage from her neck down half the slopes of her breasts. She had to hold back herself so she wouldn't clench her fist and accidentally crumple the paper. Once she had calmed down again she slowly (VERY slowly) straightened herself again, stopping every time she felt a jiggle in her breasts and heard a rip in the little pieces of fabric that were barely connected to each other around her bosom. As she stood relatively straight again Liz looked at the piece of paper. It was a picture of Alice, probably taken with a cell phone. Elizabeth raised her eyebrows, and blinked several times. "Holy shit", she whispered. The surprise even made her forget the little extra portion of meat on her chest for a moment. "Am I in some dull daily soap or something?" After staring at the picture of Alice some more she hastily walked towards the end of the alley, each step painfully reminding her why she had even hid t here. Peeking around the corner she saw... Mike? Yes, that was his name, Mike. She saw Mike standing in front of a hot-dog stand with a few other guys, probably all from his class. Again she looked at the photo in her hand, and then at the handsome boy that Alice had fallen in love to. The threats of her top groaned as Liz sighed. "Maybe I'll get a chance to make up for earlier", she mumbled, smiling a little as she added: "Though it's kind of ironic I'm the one who's playing Amor here." She wanted to walk out of the alley, but quickly hushed back as she felt her chest throb against her "shirt", jiggling inside the flimsy fabric. Near the hot-dog stand was another cloth shop. "Buuut just because I'm playing Amor I don't have to walk around half-naked." She pulled her arms around her chest, wincing a little at the touch. Carefully she walked out of her hideout into the open mall, sneaking from one cover to the next on her way to the store.

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After the heavy rainfall from before the sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, only blocked from time to time by a puffy white cloud. Small pearls of water clung on every single blade of grass in the city park, shining slightly in the sunlight. An 18-year-old girl walked over the wet lawn, past the large oaks and beeches that stood scattered in the grass. Her smooth blond hair had curled slightly at the tips, looking a little messy, and her blue eyes were downcast, staring at the ground without really looking at it. Nobody saw her as she was pretty far away from the main path, but if someone had been around she would have surely been the main attraction of everyone's attention due to her large breasts. Not just large for her age but rather sizable in general, each of her mounds being around the size of a volleyball. They constantly bumped against her arms as the girl had crossed them below her chest for support, the round form of her orbs being slightly deformed as she lifted them up. The heavy pair of mammal glands was packed into a white sweater that although it was a little loose around her waist still seemed too small for her breasts, emphasizing the firm form of her curves. Alice had given up on finding a top that wouldn't feel tight around her chest, and her search for a brassier had been similarly productive: The black model she wore beneath her sweater and that was slightly shining through the tight fabric was at least a cup-size too small for her, the straps pinching her shoulders and back while her breasts constantly slipped out beneath the cups. She had searched the whole clothing store and three more for a bra that would actually fit her, but eventually gave up and took the largest she found. Normal cloth shops after all didn't usually have clothes for freaks, she thought. Alice doubted anyway she would get fitting clothes anywhere except they were made customized for her. She didn't put much thought to her clothes however as she had other problems. Everything she thought about in that moment and that she had thought about for hours was her argument with Liz. 

Most people saw Liz as a tough and rebellious girl with a sharp tongue, a tomboy if one liked. And it was partly true, especially the part about the sharp tongue. She had often teased Alice, especially about her feelings for Mike. But beneath her rough shell she was actually very kind and caring: Because both of her parents had a full-time job she usually had to take care of her younger siblings at day, and once one got to know her better the sense of responsibility she had developed from this showed up regularly. After their clash in the mall she had wasted no time to get Alice back on her feet and into the next clothing store, scolding everyone who glanced dubiously at the busty blonde. That she had listened to her story afterwards and not called her mad when she had begun with wishing wells and magically growing breasts was also something one wouldn't have expected if he didn't know her better. 

It was a little bit cliché, but Alice had to think back to the day when she had first met Liz in the kindergarten. It wasn't really a special meeting: After their supervisor had welcomed them on their first day everybody had to shortly introduce himself. When Liz had said "My name is Elizabeth Chappell" Alice suddenly had started laughing because she found the name sounded funny. Liz immediately reacted by sticking out her tongue and saying some words that while not being really extreme clearly weren't intended to be used by kindergarten kids. Despite this, or maybe even because of that the two of them quickly became friends. When they changed from Kindergarten to elementary school Alice had begged her mother to send her to the same school as Liz, and when they had ended up in different classes she had cried for hours - secretly, of course. In high school Liz had always been the person she could talk to if she felt bad: About stress in school, trouble with her parents, and of course her love life that centered around a singly boy who didn't even know she existed. And Liz had also talked with her about everything - more than vice versa, actually, as she had a lot more stress in school, trouble with her parents, and was leading an a little bit wilder love life than Alice. The later especially had led to some quite embarrassing and inconvenient situations for both of them (keyword pregnancy test), but this of course had only strengthened their friendship. But now, because of one stupid comment from her, that wonderful friendship was probably ruined forever.

Alice let out a long sigh. Her breasts rippled with her breath, their weight becoming apparent to her again. She moved her arms a little to increase her "support", their constant wobbling tearing on her nerves. As her attention shifted back to her breasts though their sensitivity and constant tingling also became more noticeable to the young woman, leading her already weak legs to tremble even more. The sweater she wore was not even an hour old and had taken the last of her savings alongside her bra, but she felt the fabric of both starting to wear out already from the constant bouncing. Despite the inconvenience she felt right then however the worst of all however was still for her that because of her sweater huggers - or rather sweater killers - Liz may never talk to her again.

Alice stopped on the lawn. She felt her breasts bouncing for a few more seconds before they came to a halt, and every time she breathed in could hear her sweater stretching around her protruding bust. The blond girl clenched her fist. All the sadness, the anger and agony, the shock and fear, the pleasure, the pain, all the contradicting emotions that her large bosom had caused her this day suddenly boiled up inside her again. „I wish my breasts wouldn't be so large!", she shouted, kicking against the ground. The fast move led said mammal glands to jiggle on her chest again, tearing on the seams of her sweater. Alice quickly put her hands around her curves to calm them, whimpering at the touch. 

Her kick caused some grass to whirl through the air. It wasn't only grass though she had cut off, but also some clover that was growing between it. If Alice had looked carefully, she would have even seen a four-leaved clover swirling around, the four leaves working as a rotor and making the small plant float a few inches above the ground. And to the stem of this four-leaved clover a small leprechaun who had just taken a nap beneath it was holding to his dear life as he spun around. In contrary to the plant he was clinging to his clothes weren't green but grey, and no hat crowned his bald head. As he floated through the air, spinning as if he was inside a washing machine, he could vaguely hear Alice's voice echoing inside his head. “What?", Heyrn shouted as the clover began to spin slower. "I wish my breasts would get a charge? No problem!" The old Leprechaun snapped his fingers, sending a spell on its way. "Wow, three breast-growing wished in one day... must be because of these Barbie dolls. People this age are way too concerned about their looks!" The clover then slowly stopped rotating, hanging peacefully in the air for a second. Heyrn tilted his head, making the joints in his neck creak, and yawned. "All right, enough rest", he declared, raising his arm again. "It's time to go back to Ireland!" He was about to snap his fingers, but then hesitated. "Ah, I'm too tired to cast myself all the way there", he decided. "I'll take the bus." He snapped his fingers. A second later the little Leprechaun disappeared as the four-leaved clover fell back into the grass.

Just as her foot was back on the ground Alice could feel a familiar sensation in her chest. "Wha-? No, not again!", she screamed, panicking as the tingle quickly grew stronger. It only took a few fright-filled seconds before the curves of her bosom began to bulge, spreading out to all sides and smoothing the already taught fabric of her sweater around them. Alice almost fainted - actually, she wished to fall unconscious so she wouldn't have to feel as her feminine roundings slowly outgrew her too small bra. Her skin turned red under the rising pressure of her bra, the straps pressing tightly into her shoulders. While her breasts steadily flowed out of their cups, pressing against each other and lolling out beneath their increasing girth pulled at the lock on her back, bending the hooks that kept it closed. Her sweater also steadily grew smaller around her puffing breasts, and soon the tightening cleavage inside her bra could be seen through the stretching fabric. Once more this day the hem of her top rose up her waist while its neck was pulled lower, the round hole turning into a teardrop shape. As the firmness and roundness of her breasts increased they began to press out of her top, creating a steadily deeper cleavage. Alice watched in fear as they reached up towards her neck, flared out to the sides and protruded away from her, forming a pair of almost perfectly globular spheres. The only visible effects of gravity were that the undersides of her breasts were rolling down her chest wall, covering rib after rib in their shadow and beneath their flesh. As they grew wider than a pair of basketballs the lock of her bra pressed so tightly into her body it almost made her bleed. Though it hurt miserably Alice was a little happy about the pain since it distracted her from the pleasurable tingle going from her chest through her entire body.<br /><br />The stitching of her sweater steadily widened. Soon not only the contours of her cleavage and bra, but also the tone of her skin were shining through it. The pressure inside her clothes rose so high it felt to Alice as if her bosom was pressed back into her body, keeping it relatively compressed in relation to its size. Her top groaned as Alice took in a deep breath, some threads already popping while the extra volume in her lunges pulled her bra even tighter around her bosom. Alice felt the cups stretching around her wide curves and the straps digging into her skin with ever more force. Under a loud snap the hooks of her bra suddenly broke apart, Alice gasping as the cups were catapulted forward while the straps were pulled over her shoulders. Her released bosom flowed against the fabric of her sweater, spreading out to their fully round glory. Unwillingly she stuck out her chest, emphasizing the already magnificent size of her globes that were stretching her top. Their small jiggles sent surges of pleasure through the young woman, making it hard for her to keep her legs still. "Oh, what have I done to deserve this?", she cried. Was that all from that one wish she had stated at the well? Would she now keep growing like this for the rest of her life? Although, Alice thought as the pain in her back got worse with each pound she gained on the other side that might not be for too long, depending on how much more breast her spine could take before it crumbled. 

Without the constricting effect of her bra the shape of her orbs was so perfectly round the top of her bosom begun to roll into her sight. Seeing as the bulges steadily rose higher Alice pulled her head back a little, even though they were far away from reaching her face - yet. Their size must have been around those of the medicine balls they used in school, though Alice could hardly look over them anymore due to their sheer size - her belly, feet and legs she could only guess were somewhere beyond them. The white fabric of her sweater had been pulled so tightly around her chest it almost looked transparent, its colour steadily growing brighter. The square holes in the stitching were clearly visible, looking like a coarse sieve being put over her bosom. Her broken bra was stuck between her curvaceous mounds and the tight fabric, slowly getting swallowed by the mighty chasm between her breasts. Cleavage was shining clearly through the taut sweater, just like her pink areola and her protruding nipples. Alice's legs were growing weaker by the second, feeling like they were made out of rubber. She leaned back a little, causing her top to be strained even further. Additionally to the growth straining her top her heavy breathing caused it to stretch and relax around her bust in a rather fast manner, each pant blowing her mammary glands a bit larger for a second. And still, despite their humongous size her breasts remained firm and round, looking like they were made out of anything but flesh. 

Alice raised her arms, but not to grope herself like last time. As carefully as possible she put them on her bust, quivering a little as she tried to pull them around it. She had to squeeze the flesh a little for even the tips of her fingers to touch each other, and felt as her growing meat buns slowly pushed them apart. Hastily she removed her arms again, blushing slightly as the tingle from the touch remained for a few seconds. As the blood flowed out of her head again her face turned pale as she heard the sounds of popping threads. At the center of her bosom, where her cleavage was shining the most through the semi-shear fabric the fabric gave away first. Once the first stitch had broken it triggered a chain reaction that created a deep rift on the front of her sweater, the fabric relaxing a little as the tear widened until it showed more bosom than Alice could have covered with her hands. The sudden rip forced another wave of pleasure through the already aroused girl. Her knees were shaking as Alice clearly felt her cleavage bulging through the tear, pushing it further open. The hem of her top rose above her navel while her neck got pulled down so far it showed half as much cleavage as the tear on her front. "S-stop it", Alice whispered, her voice high from the sensations she had to endure. She was close before shedding tears, and her top was close before shredding into tears. "P-please, stop!"

Being both mentally and physically unable to stand on her feet Alice fell forward. Even before she hit the ground she put her hands over her mouth and closed her eyes. The first thing she felt were her nipples gracing the tips of the grass, quickly moving through it until they hit the earth, followed by the front of her breasts. The impact caused them to spread out to an oval shape for a moment as they were pressed down by her body, Alice feeling as her arms, head and parts of her belly sunk into the firmly soft mass of her bosom. For a few seconds Alice hopped up and down on her breasts, only slightly, but each jump still tore on her self-control. While hormones raged through her body and lured a whimper out of Alice's forcefully closed mouth her sweater broke away at the sides, creating two horizontal rifts around the same size of that on her front. Through that tear she could feel the wet grass sticking into her top, tickling and arousing her as her bosom swelled against it. The holes inside her sweater slowly widened under the increasing mass of her breasts, her humps clapping slightly against each other and her bra that was completely stuck inside her cleavage. 

Being larger than her torso her assets flared out to the size of car wheels, slowly spreading over the lawn and bending the grass as they buried it beneath their increasing mass. Alice didn't feel the slightest hint of relief as she felt her breasts surging out at a steadily slower pace, their growth becoming less and less noticeable. The noise her stretching sweater made got lower while the oval tears in it settled around the length of one foot, showing around thirty percent of her bosom. Eventually the growth became so subtle it couldn't be seen anymore, although Alice could still feel her flesh swelling over the lawn for a bit longer, lifting her a few millimeters higher into the air. Removing her hands from her mouth she let her arms hang down on the magnificent curves of her bosom as it was completely was done expanding. Though her arms were pressing slightly into the globular wall of her flesh the front joints of her fingers only barely touched the ground, moving up and down as Alice's body wobbled slightly on her tender breasts. Weakly she raised her head, but then dropped it back into the cleavage that was shown through the wide neck of her sweater, the hole being only slightly smaller than the tear on her front. A slight chill went over her back as her sweater had been pulled up above her entire belly, lying just a few inches beneath the underside of her breasts. Unhindered the wind blew over her lower back, Alice shivering slightly. She was quickly warmed up though as her jittering created jiggles in her sensitive bosom, the young woman again feeling unwanted pleasure inside her. “I'm so unlucky!", she cried. 

With her body resting on her bosom and her bosom resting on the lawn Alice quietly lay on the ground. She wondered if she should stand up, but eventually decided to stay where she was out of two reasons: First, she didn't really know any place where she could go to. If she went home, what should she tell her parents? She had no interest in explaining them her monstrous breasts, less to watch them freak out and call a dozen of doctors because their daughter had suddenly become the most buxom woman on the planet. Going to a doctor herself was also no option: Either the doctor would tell her that this was a medicinal phenomenon and he couldn't do anything for her - she still doubted breast reductions would work on magically enhanced bosoms - or he would put her on the operation table to cut her open in hope to find something that might revolutionize the medicinal world - or at least the world of breast implants - and make him a millionaire. "Or he'll try to rape me", she mumbled. In other situations she might have chuckled at that, but she didn't really feel like laughing. She couldn't go home, she couldn't go to a doctor, and she definitely couldn't go to Elizabeth. There was no place she wanted to go to. She could as well stay where she was. 

The second reason she decided not to stand up was because she feared her back would break if she tried. 

Time passed as Alice lay on her breasts. She was so far away from the main path it was very unlikely anyone would come by and find her, except maybe a park attendant or a gardener. She doubted though someone would show up at this time. Only very rarely she could hear distant footsteps, and the later it got the rarer they became. After a few hours the sun began to sink towards the horizon, while the air around her steadily became colder. Alice froze slightly, pressing her body a little more against her bosom to warm herself up. Most of the time lay there she wasn't really thinking about anything specific, her mind being too occupied to fight down the sensation her sensitive assets caused. Only occasionally a solid thought that was not related to groping and fondling went through her mind. Her bag, she realized as the sky turned orange, she had left her school bag at the well. Then again, she thought further, she probably wouldn't need it anymore anyway. Right after the incident she had put her purse into her pocket so it wouldn't feel as empty without the coin, so she had her most important things. As for her school stuff, she doubted she would ever go to school again - or anywhere else close to a public place. Another thought that struck her was about the whole origin of her randomly growing breasts. Was it really because she wished Mike would love her? She started to doubt it. She had watched him very closely in the past years, and never did it seem as if he really cared about the cup-sizes of his female classmates, at least not more than any other boy. He didn't even show special attention to their overly endowed society teacher Mrs. Mondera. It was getting harder and harder to believe for her that an obsession for breasts he might have had led hers to blow up to those unnatural proportions.

Still lying on the lawn it slowly got darker around Alice. The cold air and the heaviness of her chest were starting to hurt the exhausted high school girl. Also it was increasingly difficult for her to keep her eyes open. Despite their firm form her breasts were still rather soft, feeling like a pair of cushions as Alice let her head fall against the round walls of her cleavage. "I have to get up", she murmured into her bosom, half asleep. Her life was certainly a misery, but she didn't want to end up freezing to death on her breasts. Also, she remembered one last place where she could go to: A small hill not too far away that she had often visited with her grandfather when she was a child to observe the stars. Escaping into her childhood memories may not have been the best thing to do in her situation, but it was the only thing Alice could think of. Gathering all her physical and mental strength she pressed her bosom against the ground. Unspeakable pleasure went through her as her breasts were squeezed to an oval shape and spread over the lawn, the small blades of grass tickling her skin through the thin fabric of her sweater. While she felt as the tears inside it were widening Alice tried to press her hands against the ground, fighting down the sensations inside her. With strength she didn't know to have she slowly pushed herself up until she was sitting on her knees. Pushing herself up Alice put her torso into an upright position. Once she was sure she wouldn't fall over immediately at her next move Alice carefully tried to get back on her feet. Her breasts shook a little as she stood up, sweat forming on her forehead from her constant struggle against their weight and the numerous sensations they send through her. Sitting up had already been painful for her back, but now as she was ascending from the ground she could feel her breasts trying to drag her down again, making her unable to straighten herself completely as she stood.

Though it made her breasts tingle she had no choice but to cross her arms below them for support, although after a few seconds they already began to feel numb from carrying the massive piles of flesh. Instinctively Alice wanted to take in a deep breath, but suppressed the reflex in sympathy for her sweater. With high caution she stepped with one leg forward, trying her best to maintain balance as she couldn't see where she put her foot. As it was back on the lawn the second leg followed, Alice's body shifting from side to side as she struggled not to fall over. Her breasts wobbled and shook with every move she made, and from time to time the rifts inside her top grew larger, only slightly each time, but it steadily added up. A short moan slipped through her lips, caused by the constant bouncing and tingling of her breasts. Alice carefully put one foot in front of the other, moving and step by step towards her destination. Sometimes she had to stand still for a few seconds to let her breasts bounce out, or wait until the tingle inside them had calmed down so far that she could dare moving again. More than once she also had to resist the urge to press her fingers into her tautly tender meat, whimpering as she tried to keep her hands still while they held her bosom. She could feel her bra moving between her breasts occasionally, steadily sliding lower. Eventually the rather large piece of underwear fell out through the tear in the front of her sweater, Alice stepping over it, leaving it behind. With all the breaks and her generally slow pace it took a long time until she reached the bottom of the small hill. As she looked up, seeing the first stars were appearing on the late evening sky, she realized that it wasn't as small as in her memory, especially since she had to carry a pair of large flesh pumpkins all the way up. Alice breathed in as deeply as she dared, gathering her strength before she began to walk up the hill. Marching up the mild ascent was theoretically not hard, but she had to fight against gravity, her fatigue and the sensitivity of her skin. Eventually, as night had fully fallen over the park she reached the top. Completely worn out she dropped to her knees, moaning loudly as her breasts bounced slightly from the impact - she was too exhausted to stay quiet, especially since she was sure nobody could hear her. She leaned back so she wouldn't fall on her breasts and looked up at the sky. Here, in the dark park, she could see the stars in all their glory. The beauty of the night calmed her a little, and even a small smile hushed over her face for a second. Suddenly a bright light shot through the sky, moving fast over the firmament before it vanished again. "A shooting star!", Alice whispered. Carefully she moved her arms a little under her bosom, trying to maintain a solid support while she folded her hands. Closing her eyes she quietly stated: "Oh please, whoever made this happen, I wish everything would go back to normal! I wish Liz would be my friend again, I wish I would get back the lucky coin of my grandfather, and of course I wish my breasts would get back to normal size, the flat A-cup from today morning! Please! If a wish made all of this happen I'm sure it can make everything go back to normal again!"

Now, as most probably have guessed already, the myth of shooting starts granting wishes goes back to similar roots as those of the wishing wells, rainbows and four-leafed clovers. And by this point, it's probably no surprise to anyone anymore that shooting stars are in truth the buses of Leprechauns.

Inside this particular bus there were only two of the small magically gifted creatures. One of them was the driver, a middle-aged Leprechaun in a green uniform similar to those of human bus drivers. The only passenger was an old male Leprechaun wearing grey clothes and no hat. Sitting in the last row he leaned his arm against the wall of the bus and stared out of the window. Though the bus was traveling through the stratosphere at the speed of several hundred miles per hour, the magic window allowed him to clearly see certain places and even hear the sounds there as if he was only a few feet above them. Of course the windows showed only little excerpts of the landscapes that they passed, each displaying a different place. The one Heyrn was looking through at the moment showed the park of the city where he had just been. In the night it looked even more peaceful then at day, though with his old eyes he had a little trouble to see in the dark. The window then moved over a young woman sitting in the grass. Somehow Heyrn found something was wrong with her appearance, but he couldn't see much more than that she was blonde. Through the magic glass of the window he could hear her murmur something. He pressed his ear against the window, trying to understand what she was saying. “I wish my breasts would get... abnormal-sized?", he repeated. The old Leprechaun pulled his head back, not (mis)hearing anything else Alice had said. "Wow, times have really changed", he sighed. "Earlier, people used to wish for a good future, for more justice in the world, for the health of someone dear - and now it's all about breasts!" Shaking his head the old Leprechaun snapped his fingers. "There", he said as he sent the spell on its way towards earth. "You said something about an A-cup, so I'll make your breasts grow four or five times larger. That shouldn't be too much." The old Leprechaun stretched out his arms and yawned. Looking out of the window again he saw the excerpt had passed the blonde woman and the park, showing the inner city of the town. Not interested in the gleaming lights of the streets he tapped twice against the glass, and the window turned black. Feeling tired he leaned his head against his seat, and crossed his arms over his belly. It would still take a few hours until they reached his goal, Ireland, since they had to pass over 60 other destinations first. With a smile Heyrn closed his eyes. His thoughts about the day, mainly concentrating around the golden coin he had received after longing so long for one and the sexist influence the media had on the human's society slowly drifted off. After a few minutes he fell into a peaceful slumber, accompanied by a gentle snoring. 

Alice wasn't behaving nearly as peaceful as her breasts were growing again.

Still kneeling on the ground and folding her hands beneath her bust she thought at first the stretching of her shirt and bulging of her mounds still came from her breathing. It wasn't until the noise from the fabric got louder and she felt it swelling against her arms that she realized the familiar tingle in her chest. "Oh hell, no!", she screamed, looking in horror at her ballooning mammal bombs. Clearly she saw how the neck of her sweater was pulled deeper, and felt as her breasts pressed further through the tears of her tight top. "NO! Not again! Haven't I suffered enough yet, you dirty, perverted god?", she shouted up at the sky. Feeling the increasing weight of her breasts she quickly unfolded her hands and placed them on their undersides, already having to moan quietly as her fingers passively sunk into their sensitive surface. Slowly her curves bulged out to all directions, pressing against her hands while reaching out to the front, further away from her shoulders and steadily closer towards her face. "Why? Why? Why?", she screamed, half scared and half angry. She just couldn't take it anymore. "Why are you doing this to me? And above all: Why are you doing THIS to me?!" Feeling her bosom expand she leaned backwards, panting and sweating as her sweater filled with flesh. Under her arms the fabric slipped over bust as it was wrapped around its increasing bulk, the movement of the tightly stretched material sending pleasurable sensations through Alice. "What kind *ha* of magic *ha* is this supposed to be?", she panted. "I mean just because *ha* just because of one * ha* one stupid wish I have to endure all this?! Just because *ha* of this I will continue *ha* continue to grow until my tits pop?!? I... I...*ha* I-" 

Alice ground her teeth, unable to bring out another word. More and more flesh bulged out through the tears in her top, looking like bumps that swelled through the white fabric - although the colour of her sweater couldn't be called white anymore as it had turned mainly transparent, showing how tightly her breasts squeezed against each other inside it. Alice could then feel and hear the neck of her top ripping at the tip, uncovering bit by bit more of her firm charms as the fabric split apart. Wherever her curves were released from the pressure of her sweater they bulged out even further, revealing they had more to show than her tight top allowed them to. Her back ached terribly from the increasing load it had to carry, Alice leaning back as far as she could to keep herself from falling over again. Each little movement caused her mounds to wobble slightly, and each little sway threw off the hormonal balance in her body further. The undersides of her breasts tingled as she tried to hold them, her hands slowly getting embraced by softly firm flesh and the dangerously tight fabric. Alice put her head back as her cleavage steadily got closer to her head, the blond girl quivering and whimpering as the rising walls of breast meat approached her chin millimeter by millimeter. And while the top of her breasts reached further and further towards the sky, Alice watching it rise steadily higher, the sides of her bosom began to grow out of her sight. Unable to contain herself Alice let a soft moan slip through her lips, and the nipples on top of her at least three feet wide beach balls grew a little thicker, almost tearing two more holes into her sweater. She tried to hold the tight top at its place, but eventually the hem moved past her hands and slid over the bottom of her bosom. With nothing between her hands and her enormous endowments Alice had to moan again as the tingle inside them increased to an almost painfully intensive sensation. While her cleavage constantly ripped deeper and wider, being around the size of a cymbal another tear suddenly appeared above the one on her right breast, roughly as large as her hand. Flesh squeezed through the hole and ascended like a molehill from the ground, leading the fabric between the rifts to get squeezed thinner by the rivaling lumps. The swells on her swelling mounds bulged until they completely covered the fabric between them which had ripped under their influence to a small thread that cut into her skin. Eventually the small fiber broke apart and allowed the gaps to fuse into one large tear, the flesh that squeezed through them becoming one large bump on her bosom. A wave of flesh rolled over it as the fabric ripped, sending a shiver through Alice. Another tear appeared on her left breast, at the same location as on the right side, while the young girl felt between pleasurable impulses how the fabric grew weak everywhere around her bust. 

Slowly her body began to move forward, dragged by the rising weight of her bosom. Alice took in deep breathes to calm herself, trying to keep her hands from groping her massive mammaries while she pushed them up as far as she could. Almost unconsciously however she slightly rubbed her fingers over the underside of her bosom. The rifts on the left side of her sweater united as well, and as her breasts jutted out a little bit further they tore another hole into her sweater right below the one on the front, close to the hem. One by one then rifts popped up all around her bosom, uncovering the round beauty of her orbs little by little. Flesh swelled through the rifts and made them grow even larger while thinning out the remaining fabric that kept her covered. It looked like her bosom was bloating as it pressed through the numerous tears in her top, tearing constantly more rips into it as it grew larger and rounder. By then her breasts were bigger than the largest beach balls Alice had ever seen, the diameter of each putting even hula hoops to shame. They were far too large as if she could even hope to reach or see around them, but she still felt through her sensitive skin their perfectly round curvature from the place where they protruded out from her chest up to her almost martini glass-sized nipples. At this point Alice couldn't believe anymore this was just because she had wished a boy would love her, for no guy no matter how perverted he was would love a tit monster like she had become. Trying to hold her bust up Alice could feel her cleavage press against her chin and slowly embrace it. Looking straight forward almost all she could see was either breast flesh or semi-shear fabric, the later steadily diminishing. Her sweater was turning into a spider web-like network of thin threads on the front side, and even at the back a tear was forming as the fabric was pulled apart by the pressure her chest created. The sparse remnants of her sweater soon got completely overgrown by the mass of her flesh, making it look like her bosom was a large lump of meat that had been packed into a way too tiny cage. Feeling as what little had remained of her top steadily dissolved Alice closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable to happen.

A loud gasp could be heard throughout the park as Alice's breasts broke free. Since there wasn't much fabric left there was no loud shredding sound as it ripped apart, the sparse threads quietly jumping off her bosom and falling to the ground. Her dented bosom billowed out to a pair of smoothly round spheres, revealing the tremendous size they had grown to inside her sweater. Being completely overwhelmed Alice was unable to hold the weight of her bean bag chairs any longer. Moaning in pleasure she fell once more onto her monstrous bosom, losing her voice for a moment as her body pressed on her breasts. Her torso was lying in a more upright position than last time since there was more flesh between it and the ground, while her knees didn't even touch the ground anymore. Wobbling onto her sensitive assets Alice's resistance crumbled completely: Unable to control herself she moved her arms from the underside of her breasts to the bulging walls of her cleavage, rubbing almost hysterically over their lusciously round form. Her face dropped into the canyon-like abyss, muffling her shrill screams of lust, and in her wild ecstasy Alice even bit her bosom, but instead of pain only felt more pleasure going through her. She barely noticed anymore as she was rising higher and higher into the air, getting pushed up by her still growing bust. Ascending upwards her feet steadily lost contact to the ground, the soles of her shoes rising until only the tips stayed on the lawn. Her nipples, painfully large and erect were bent between the ground and her bosom which was slowly swelling over the lawn, tingling frantically as it buried more and more grass beneath it. Soon her rack had grown wider than she was tall, wider than the sofa in her living-room, wider than her bed. Raising her legs up in the air she began to balance on top of her behemoth bust, flashing her panties beneath her skirt as she leaned a little forward until she was lying almost perfectly horizontally on her breasts. Still groping and rubbing everything in their range her hands hectically moved over her bosom, making Alice moan in higher and higher voices. The form of her breasts was less and less compressed by the weight of the rest of her body as it was increasingly diminutive compared to theirs. Each firm sphere grew evenly to out to all sides, getting so large Alice could place her thighs on them. When she was almost pushed up six feet in the air, making each of her knockers larger than herself the swelling finally slowed down, steadily getting less noticeable until they settled at the rough size of tractor wheels. They continued to move however as Alice was still fondling them intensely, the "massage" sending waves of flesh over her curves. Jittery from the arousal she also flailed her legs wildly up and down, the result being that her knees constantly hit her bosom. It took a long time even after the growth was over until Alice's moans slowly died off, turning into pants, and her arms and legs came to a halt. Having an ocean of flesh attached to her chest Alice lay completely quiet on her bust for a moment. Her limbs were hanging limply from her as if she was dead, resting on her vastly exaggerated curves. They were too large too even jiggle from her breath, but looking closely one could see her body was still moving slightly, indicating she was alive. 

Exhausted Alice eventually raised her head. She didn't look sad, angry or aroused anymore, but only tired. She didn't care how much her breasts tingled as her legs, arms, the grass and her hair touched them, the later falling between her mounds as she turned her head to look around. Even when her face wasn't resting between them all Alice could see were her breasts, and she was only able to vaguely gaze beyond them. Though the tear in her sweater had ripped larger during its final moments her back was still covered by some of the white fabric, and the sleeves were also intact. Feeling incredibly hot from all her fondling and growing Alice mindlessly tore the last bit of her top apart, letting the sleeves slide off her arms and over her outrageous curves down to the ground. After closing her eyes and shivering for a moment as the fabric glided down her sensitive skin she took another look over her breasts. There was no doubt anymore she was the bustiest woman in the world, the universe, and all form of parallel dimensions if something like that existed. Her mind, once it was back in a state where it could think again, was absolutely blank as she couldn't even begin to imagine a life like this. She leaned a little forward so she would at least be able to see the ground, but then quickly had to wave her arms as she almost toppled over. Her bosom wobbled and shook, Alice needing some time to calm it down again. If she made one wrong move she would probably roll down the entire hill - which was probably the only way she could ever from the spot again. 

Alice dropped her face back into her cleavage, and sobbed. "I'm so-" 

"Alice?"

The heart of Alice nearly skipped a beat from shock. Startled Alice quickly raised her head as much as she could. Beyond the horizon-like edge of her bosom she could see the head of a person. With her bosom blocking most of her sight and the darkness of the night it was hard to see, but despite this Alice immediately recognized the perplexed face that was staring at her. 

"MIKE!", she screamed. Her sudden outburst led her to wobble on top of her bust, making her struggle for a moment to catch her balance. At the same time a deep blush was forming on her face. The boy of her dreams, whom she had wooed after for so long, was seeing her like this... She was about to feel the greatest embarrassment in her life when something occurred to her. "W-wait, you know my name?", she asked as the shaking of bosom had relaxed.

Mike took a step back, and looked at the ground. As he scratched the back of his black-haired head, Alice believed to see him blush through the darkness. "Y-yeah", he stuttered, his nervousness confusing Alice and leading her own blush to decrease. "I, um... I asked another girl in your class about it, around... um, a year ago." 

"A-a year ago?", Alice repeated. He shyly nodded. "W-why?" 

His hand was moving faster through his hair, looking like he had a really bad itching. "I... I..." He took in a deep breath. "Well, you see... when I saw you two years ago entering the school for the first time... looked into your beautiful blue eyes, saw you gorgeous blond hair, heard you laugh, I... I... I..." 

Alice couldn't believe where this conversation was leading to. "W-w-wait, y-you wanna tell me you... you... you... you love me?!", she finished the sentence for him, completely dumbstruck.

For a few seconds, Mike remained silent. After what seemed an eternity to Alice she could vaguely see him nod beyond her bust. "Yeah, guess so."

There was a long moment of silence after this. Her heart, that had endured numerous contradicting emotions that day, from fear, pain, sadness and rage to unspeakable (and uncontrollable) pleasure now almost exploded as her year-long agony caused by unanswered love suddenly turned into euphoric joy. "But... How'd you know I'm here?", she asked. It was a rather stupid question in this situation, but she was too overwhelmed to think about what she said.

"Your friend told me", Mike answered. "I think her name was, um... Izzy?" 

"You mean Liz?", she asked, getting even more excited.

>Mike snapped his fingers. "Yeah, right, Liz! She saw me throw away a photo of you I had taken with my cell phone earlier. I was... pretty down because I thought that I would never get the courage to tell you how I feel before graduation, and that after that I would never see you again. As I tried to distract myself with some of my friends she suddenly showed up with the photo of you in her hand."

The slight hope was rising up inside Alice that Liz might have forgiven her, but she was still a little skeptical. "And um, what did she say?", she asked nervously.

"Well", Mike began "She told me that you have been annoying her with how crazy in love you are with me for years, and that I should pull my balls together and tell you I feel the same." That definitely sounded like something Liz would say. "She also told me I'd probably find you here after sunset, since you tend to come to this place whenever you are depressed." Now Alice was fully convinced it was Liz who had talked to him: Only she knew her well enough to know she would eventually end up here when even she didn't know it yet. "And", he added, "She said I should tell you she's sorry, and that she hopes you two can stay friends. Did you two have an argument?"

"Y-yeah.", Alice stuttered, still trying to comprehend what she had just heard. The dark clouds that had assembled in her soul suddenly were all gone. "S-so... are we a couple now?", she asked quietly. 

Mike stared at Alice for a moment, and then began to laugh loudly. After a while Alice joined in, and it was the most happiest and beautiful laugh Mike had ever heard. She laughed about how stupid this question must have sounded, laughed that it had turned out the boy of her dreams had been feeling the same way about her all the time, and laughed because Liz had forgiven her, because she had helped her greatest dream to come true, and because they were still the best friends. But most of all, she laughed because after all she had gone through, and although it had been in a long, painful and rather obscure way, the wish for which she had sacrificed the golden coin of her grandfather had really come true!

"I do have a question though", Mike said once they were done laughing.

Alice wiped a tear from her eyes. "What is it?", she asked.<

Mike pointed straight forward, at the large piles of mammal flesh docked onto Alice's torso that exceeded the tall boy by several inches in height and an invaluable amount of pounds in mass. "How, um... how exactly did that happen?"

Having almost forgotten that she was more breast than anything else Alice blushed. „Well, I guess I was lucky."

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Flying over the Atlantic Heyrn suddenly woke up in the bus as something in his jacket began to vibrate. A little confused he pulled out a small clover-formed silver emblem out of his inner pocket. It shook inside his wrinkled hand, and radiated a weak light. He then remembered it was an old charm he had bought a long time ago when he was still young. The last time when it had gleamed like this must have been over a hundred years ago. It was a sign that a wish he had granted someone had made that person very happy. 

Smiling Heyrn put it back in his pocket, leaning back in his seat. "I think I'm gonna keep that coin", he murmured to himself. "Rent can wait for another century."