Obsession

Jennifer stirred her fork aimlessly around her lunch tray, her meal untouched. She was worried about an image she just couldn't get out of her head.

"Hi Jen!"

Jennifer's best friend, Megan, sat her lunch tray on the table and slid into a neighboring chair. The sophomores were unlucky this year and hadn't gotten most of the same classes, but they still saw each other during lunch. Jennifer smiled at her friend. Megan had short dark hair and large dimples. She wasn't quite as slim as Jennifer, but she wasn't chunky either - in fact she was becoming a very shapely young woman. Jennifer admired Megan's blossoming figure. Both girls had started developing curves in middle school, but while Jennifer's body had seemingly stopped after only a millimeter of development, Megan took after her sister Kim and continued to grow and need new bras every three months or so. Her current C cup figure made her a bit more popular with the boys, though she really couldn't be considered any prettier than Jennifer. Jennifer didn't need to wear a bra, and rarely did at home. That, she knew, was part of her problem.

Jennifer couldn't stop thinking about breasts.

As the girls sat in the cafeteria, she was amazed at how well Megan's breasts filled out her sweater. With the underwire, they absolutely jutted. She could put them right in her spaghetti and never notice, she thought. It took some effort for the blonde not to stare at her friend's chest.

"I was thinking about Tom's party," Jennifer said.

"Oh?" said Megan. She bit off a piece of garlic bread. "That was so much fun. I think he's having another party to kick off summer break. I heard it was a guys only party, though. I wonder why?"

Tom Wilkins lived in the same suburb as Jennifer. Last weekend she and Megan had attended a party at his house. Tom was probably the most popular guy in the sophomore class. He wasn't the cutest, but he played football and was really funny at pep rallies. A lot of juniors and seniors attended his parties, so the girls felt themselves lucky to be invited.

The party had been a lot of fun. Jennifer had drank a beer for the first time in her life, because everyone else seemed to be drinking. It made her loosen up a bit, and really enjoy herself. Unlike Megan, she stopped at one. She talked to a lot of people that, in school, she had always assumed were jerks - only to find them really nice and sometimes even friendly. She saw lots of couples making out, a small fight, and some pretty spectacular food spills that Tom was going to have a hard time cleaning up. And she had seen an image that just refused to leave her mind. . .

At around midnight, people had started heading home. Jennifer was ready to leave, but Megan wanted to say goodbye to Tom. She had a bit of a crush on the football star. The girls couldn't find him anywhere, so they decided to search upstairs. Megan was a bit drunk, and Jennifer had to help her up the steps. When they reached the second story landing, they heard hooting from one of the back bedrooms. Megan pushed open the door and the girls saw a bunch of guys watching a movie on a big-screen TV.

"Yeah baby, here it comes again!" Tom had said.

On the screen, a silhouette of a well-endowed woman could be seen taking a shower behind a frosted glass shower stall. Hearing something, she put her eyes to the glass, trying to see if anyone was in the bathroom. As she did, her enormous breasts pressed up flat against the glass. They looked like two big pink circles, as wide as saucers. The camera zoomed in on them. The dark red of the nipples, also squashed flat, were clearly visible through the glass. Jennifer stood frozen. She had never seen breasts that large before. She could only stare at the TV from the doorway as Megan entered to thank Tom for the party. He barely acknowledged her presence, rewinding the scene so that he and his friends could watch it again.

Time had seemed to stand still. Jennifer inhaled sharply as the fleshy globes again pressed up against the glass, eliciting more cheers from the guys. She was entranced. Then Megan was pulling her down the hallway and the girls were on their way home.

"Yes, that was some party," Megan said. "I think my parents suspected I had been drinking, but they didn't say anything."

"Lucky," Jennifer said, nibbling on her own garlic bread.

She tried to imagine what it would be like to have boobs that size. What would it feel like to have them touched? What would it feel like, period? Could that woman suck her own nipples? She imagined breasts that size would be heavy. They would probably bounce all over the place. Her own jiggled a bit if she jumped up or down, or ran. But only a bit. Megan's certainly bounced. Jennifer found herself glancing at her friend's breasts again. What's wrong with me? she thought. All of a sudden I'm completely obsessed with boobs. She wanted to talk to Megan about it, but knew her friend would laugh at her, or worse. This was something she couldn't even tell her best friend. It was so frustrating.

Megan is lucky, Jennifer thought. She has an older sister to talk to. Kim probably even let Megan touch her boobs sometime. I've got nobody like that. Jennifer and Megan didn't even talk about sex. Jennifer wondered if Megan thought about boy's bodies as much as she did, if her friend masturbated as much as she. Jennifer even wondered what Megan's breasts would feel like. Her sweater made them look warm and soft.

Jennifer shook her head, and forced herself to eat her spaghetti.

On Friday night Jennifer rented House Killer, the film Tom had been watching at his party. She just had to see that scene again. Thinking about it was driving her crazy.

She watched the movie in her room, sitting cross legged on her stuffed beanbag chair, only a few feet from her TV. It was a cheesy, straight-to-video slasher film. She quickly identified the bimbo who was to take part in the shower scene. The actress was top-heavy, and wore a pretty skimpy outfit. Forty-five minutes into the film, the bimbo spilled a drink on herself and decided to take a shower, even though a killer was on the loose. Jennifer watched in anticipation as the camera, in P.O.V. of the axe murderer, entered the bathroom. Her heart quickened as once again the large breasts were pressed up against the glass.

"Why can't I have boobs like that?" she said to herself. Paused, a grainy image of the flattened mammaries hung before her. She sighed.

Afraid she was going to wear a hole in the tape, she turned off the VCR. Closing her eyes, she could still see the image in her head, in detail. The bumps of the aureole, the white line of soap squeezed outward from where the breasts met the glass. . . She slowly reached up to cup her own left breast. The fatty curve was almost nonexistent beneath her shirt. But her nipple was hard. She pulled on it, hardening it further. There were so many thoughts in her head. She wondered if she might be a lesbian. She had never found girls attractive, and didn't want to find them attractive. She knew she liked boys all the way, but watching this scene was making her excited. Her small lumps weren't especially sensitive, but she knew it would feel better if someone else was touching her. Megan, she thought. Surely bigger boobs were more sensitive! I wonder what I'd look like with a body like that, she wondered.

Getting up, Jennifer went to her parents' room and searched through her mom's closet drawers. Her parents were out of town at a convention, so she wasn't worried about being caught doing something weird. She pulled out one of her mom's black lace bras and returned to her room. Jennifer's mom was a C cup, like Megan. She took off her shirt and slipped into the bra. It was loose all over. She adjusted the hooks, and managed to get a better fit around her frame, but of course the cups were woefully empty. She filled them with tissues, and looked into the mirror on her door. Wow, she thought, I look so much better with boobs. I look hot! She put her shirt back on and the illusion was even more striking. But the tissues looked "light." She tucked it in tightly, but the illusion was ruined by their compression.

She reached up to touch them, and they felt completely fake.

She burst into tears. Only divine intervention could help her.

Saturday morning Jennifer received a package in the mail. There was no return address, so she had no idea who it was from or what it could be. Maybe I won a contest, she thought. She took the plain brown parcel up to her room. It was the size of a mason block, but not nearly as heavy. She opened it and blinked as she pulled an Aladdin's lamp out of the packing popcorn. It was brass, and highly-polished. It looked very expensive. A note was taped to the neck of the lamp.

     To Jennifer Martin,

            May all your wishes come true.

     FP

Her mother had left her a note to pick up the dry-cleaning. Since she had just gotten her license, she was glad to run to the dry cleaner's and take care of some other errands. As soon as she got behind the wheel, she forgot about the lamp. She spent most of the afternoon downtown, eating lunch at the mall, and returned around 6:00 to do some schoolwork or watch TV.

When she saw the lamp again, she was struck by an idea.

Maybe, just maybe, this was a magical lamp and a genie lived inside. "May all your wishes come true" seemed to imply as much. Jennifer began to get very excited. Her heart was pounding as she pulled the note from the lamp and cautiously rubbed her hand along its length. She took the corner of her bed sheet and polished part of the metal. Nothing happened.

When she had almost given up hope, an electrical hum came from the lamp, and it glowed dimly.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Jennifer said, backing into a corner. She waited for a genie to emerge, but all the lamp did was hum and glow. In fact the humming only became louder. She was afraid it was going to explode.

"What is your first wish?" said a booming voice.

"Ummm. Uh," said Jennifer. She held her hand to her mouth and took a step toward the lamp. "Is this real?"

"Yes."

"Can I have whatever I want?"

"Yes," said the lamp. "This wish will be your first of three."

"Are you a genie in there?"

"No."

I can't believe this is happening, Jennifer thought. I can have whatever I want.

She could barely think straight as she tried to compose a wish in her mind. She ran through all the confusing thoughts that had been swirling through her head the past week - the breasts of the House Killer actress, those of Megan, her own. If she made a good wish, she could have everything she wanted. . . Jennifer tried to work it out in her head. She picked up the House Killer videotape.

"Ummm. . . I wish I had great boobs as big as the boobs the blonde woman in this movie has, and for my best friend Megan and I to feel the same way about boobs and sex, and. . ." she trailed off.

"Is that all?" the lamp asked.

"Yes. Oh! And anyone who sees my boobs will be forced to massage them until I want them to stop."

Did I just say that? she thought. In some ways this was a part of herself she was only beginning to realize existed. Certainly it wasn't the Jennifer everyone at school thought they knew.

"Wish granted."

The lamp's glow slowly faded. Jennifer waited for something to happen, and sure enough a warm tingling arose in her chest. She was almost shaking with excitement.

She moved to the foot of her bed and watched herself in the mirror. A sparking sound, as if from static electricity, crackled through the air, and through her shirt. She sensed a rising heaviness behind her nipples, then suddenly she could feel herself pushing outward into her T-shirt. It was a remarkable feeling. "Mmmmm. . ." she moaned as the pleasurable sensation of expansion spread across her chest. Ignoring the mirror, she looked down to watch her new breasts grow into her shirt. They were pointy at first, then began to round out as they approached the size of a man's fist. She pulled her shirt tight across them, admiring their shape. It was such a strange feeling. God, this is incredible, she thought. They're so. . . firm. She slipped her hands up under her shirt and grasped them. Her nipples felt amazingly large, and puffy, like someone's fingertips, only lighter. Her growing boobs pressed her fingers apart as they grew wider than her palms. Slowly the growth, and the pleasant feeling accompanying it, stopped, and Jennifer sat on the edge of her bed. Her breasts were now as large as oranges, and her T-shirt was very tight. She could see the dark red of her nipples through the stretched fabric. She slid her hand over her massive left tit.

Her new breasts were round, but hung low on her chest. "God, I'm so big!" she exclaimed, "These are a double D cup at least! I'm as big as Megan's sister." They seemed to stick out from her body almost half a foot. Gently she shook her body from side to side, and watched as her massive new tits swayed back and forth in her shirt. She stopped and they continued to sway for several seconds. It felt so odd, like they were made of jelly. Heavy jelly. But they were part of her.

She pulled off her shirt and gazed upon them. The friction of the fabric as she pulled it across her nipples made her inhale sharply. They looked absurdly large on her small frame, and she began to have second thoughts about her wish. They were very pale. Her nipples were about half an inch across, and very perky. Her aureole were wide, almost two and a half inches across. Suddenly she felt an incredible urge to play with them. She wanted, no, she NEEDED, to fondle herself.

"Ohhh. . ."

She lifted them in her hands, and began squeezing and caressing them. They were much more sensitive than her small tits had been, and when she pushed in on them too hard they hurt. Instead she concentrated on being gentle, and was only rough with her nipples. Soon they were rock-hard, and as she continued to touch herself, she started to feel very turned on. She breathed heavily, grunting softly with pleasure and desire. She could feel the wetness in her pants, and wanted to touch herself down below. But she was unable to move her hands away from her breasts to masturbate properly.

"What's. . . happening to. . .me?" she gasped out, squeezing and rubbing her thighs together to try and get something, anything to happen down there. She pushed her breasts into her face, and could just barely touch her tongue to her nipples. Her nipples were engorged - now they definitely felt as firm as fingertips. She continued to rub her new globes, until finally she felt the beginning waves of an orgasm forming in her belly.

It washed over her, and she fell backwards onto the bed, her new breasts rolling into her armpits, and let out a long satisfied sigh. But her hands were still on them, gently kneading. Then she remembered her wish that anyone seeing her breasts would be compelled to massage them. But I didn't mean for me to be effected by that, too, she thought. She realized she was beginning to get turned on again by her fingers. Were all big-breasted women this sensitive? I came just from touching my boobs. Her elbows were getting tired.

Only with concentration was she able to put her hands at her side. She lay there quietly, staring at the tiles in her ceiling, the new weight on her chest rising and falling as she breathed. It was beyond belief.

"Got to call Megan!" she murmured after a few minutes, remembering the other part of her wish. If it had worked, Megan should now feel the same way about breasts. With my magic boobs, Jennifer thought, all I have to do is flash Megan, and she'll have to touch them. And then I can touch her. She grinned at the thought.

She hopped up off the bed and almost tripped as she lost her balance. Her breasts swung wildly as she fell to the floor on all fours. Her mammaries bounced against her arms with a slapping sound, and she winced at the ache it provoked. Slowly she stood and picked up the phone, and dialed Megan's number.

"Hi Jen, what's up? I was just thinking about you."

"Megan, you're going to have to see this to believe it," said Jennifer, glancing down at her new endowments. "Come over as soon as you can."

"Sure. I wasn't doing anything anyw-"

Jennifer dropped the phone and grabbed at her breasts, moaning involuntarily with the sudden desire to touch herself. God, I'm so firm, she thought. I feel sooo good. She tugged and twisted her nipples, feeling her body respond. "Stop," she commanded herself. But she realized she truly didn't want to stop yet, so the command was useless. She fell back onto her bed.

Megan stood slack-jawed in front of Jennifer.

Jennifer had changed into a new, clean outfit. She had chosen a baggy T-shirt that wasn't quite as tight as the one she had been wearing that morning. Most of her regular shirts no longer fit - at least comfortably. She also had on jeans and her favorite pair of socks. She had hidden the magic lamp under her bed.

Megan should now be as obsessed with boobs as me, Jennifer thought. She was looking forward to comparing the feel of her chest with her best friend's. As she looked at Megan's boobs, she realized her breast obsession hadn't diminished at all. If anything the events of the evening had only increased it.

"What is this?" Megan said, staring at Jennifer's new body. "Are those real? They look real!"

She stood only a few feet away from Jennifer. She stared at her friend's chest, unable to take her eyes off of it. Jennifer was only smirking. Slowly her nipples began to harden, until they were embarrassingly obvious behind the thin shirt. Jennifer knew Megan was staring at them. She could almost see the confused thoughts running through her head.

"It's real!" Jennifer said proudly, shaking her chest. Megan watched in awe as it wobbled back and forth. Smiling, Jennifer lifted up her shirt and bared her breasts for her friend. She threw the shirt onto her bed and watched Megan expectantly.

"God, they're huge!" the dark-haired girl exclaimed. Suddenly she found herself overcome with a desire to touch them. She moved forward and grasped them roughly, causing Jennifer to cry out. Megan watched dumbfoundedly as her hands caressed Jennifer's globes, rolling them around her chest, squeezing them together to form cleavage. She marveled at the softness of Jennifer's skin. She lifted them in her palms and tugged on her friend's nipples.

Reaching around Megan's arms, Jennifer pulled at her friend's shirt. It was so hard to concentrate with these feelings coming from her boobs. Megan was much rougher than she herself had been, but that was making her even more excited. She still wanted to feel Megan up, but now her hands were sliding towards her crotch. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down. She was quite wet already. She closed her eyes and lowered herself to the floor, pulling Megan on top of her, and spread her legs to finger herself.

"Yes. . .yes. . .yes. . ." she whispered. She couldn't control herself. She began to groan in pleasure as she increased the thrusts of her fingers within her pussy. Megan crouched at her side, kneading her breasts. The girls took long, deep breaths as they worked Jennifer towards an orgasm. The blonde forgot all about wanting to touch her friend's chest as her body's pleasure levels rose higher and higher. She could feel it coming, and soon the flood of orgasm washed over her. She shook softly.

"Oh god, my pussy. . .my pussy. . ." she said.

Megan continued to massage her, until Jennifer reached up and gently pulled her friend's hands away from her chest. Free from the compulsion, Megan slowly cupped her own breasts, then pulled off her shirt and bra with a long yank. She slumped softly onto Jennifer, breathing heavily. Her face stuck to Jennifer's skin, which was damp with sweat. Her breasts pressed against Jennifer's stomach, and she could hear Jennifer's heart pounding within her chest. The carpet was wet.

"Wh-what happened?" Megan whispered.

Jennifer saw that Megan's face was only inches from her right nipple. >From this angle she could see the fine hairs on the skin of her own breast, and wondered if Megan could, too. For some reason she thought it was really sexy. She clasped her arms around Megan and held her tightly. Then she fell asleep under the weight of her friend.

When Jennifer awoke it was midnight. Megan was snoring against her. It tickled. Jennifer shook Megan awake, then grabbed her shirt from the corner of the bed. She put it on and reached for her jeans. The girls got up off of the floor. Megan looked down at her own naked chest, at her pink nipples.

"Jen?" she finally said. She looked embarrassed, as if she was going to start to cry. But her nipples were hard. Jennifer hugged her friend, and was distracted for a second as she felt her new chest squeezed against Megan. Megan could only stare enviously at the result of Jennifer's wish. Jennifer knew her friend was probably worried about the new feelings she was experiencing, that Jennifer's wish had given her.

"I'll explain on Monday," Jennifer said. She reached out to slide her hand under the curve of Megan's right breast, but Megan stepped away from Jennifer, confused and scared. She went home.

The next morning, Jennifer stood naked in front of her bedroom mirror. She was surprised to discover that the compulsion to massage herself didn't come over her. It must not count with reflections, she thought. For the first time, she got a good look at her new body as others would see it. She was still slim, almost skinny, in the waist and buttocks. Her hips widened a bit from the overall shape, but not much. Her arms, and even her thighs, looked small compared to her DD cup breasts. I'm definitely top-heavy, she thought. Instead of an hourglass, I'm a wine glass. But even though she knew they were a bit big on her, she liked them.

My boobs are great, she thought. In fact, they could even be a bit bigger. . . She shook her head. Why do I think that? They're obviously too big on me now.

She started the water running for a shower, tempted to play with the extendible showerhead, then thought that she'd really be better off with a bath, after the previous night's events. She leaned over to put the plug in the tub and was amused as her dangling breasts brushed against her knees. After the tub was full she slid into the warm water. To her great excitement she felt her large breasts floating! Instead of the heavy pulling from her chest, she felt a light lifting sensation. She had carefully avoided gazing directly at them. Well, it's only a matter of time before I have to look at them, and get carried away again, she thought. Might as well get it over with. She poured body wash all over her hands and looked down at her floating tits.

Jennifer cleaned the house up a bit Sunday morning. Her new chest got in the way, and it started to frustrate her. Her breast flesh had been such a pretty pale white. Now there were a few darker bruises on them, and they were sore. She kept hitting them on everything. Plus her back was starting to ache from the extra weight. Having big boobs was not supposed to be like this! They hurt from lack of support, since none of her AA cup bras fit anymore, and her mother's were way too tight and wouldn't even hook.

Back in her room, she knew she was going to have to use another wish to improve a bit upon her first one. She still wanted to make her boobs bigger, no matter her current size, but she didn't want to keep bumping them into things. Also she didn't want her parents or the kids at school to freak out about her new development, so that was going to have to be covered in the wish, too. And the most important thing was being very careful with the wording. She realized the best way to make her second wish was to write everything down on a piece of notebook paper, and then just simply wish everything on the paper was true.

She wrote:

          My boobs will be twice as big as they are now.

          Everyone I know except me will remember me 
          naturelly growing big boobs.  Furthermore, I 
          will act naturelly with my boobs, as if I'm used 
          to having them.  I will have lots of outfits 
          that make them look good.  All my bras will be 
          the correct size for them.  My boobs will never 
          bruise or get sore from being rubbed too hard, 
          or getting bumped.  My back won't ever hurt from 
          their weight.

          Megan is my friend, and my lesbian lover. She is 
          horny a lot.  She is really obsessed with boobs.

Oddly enough, Jennifer liked being uncontrollably attracted to the sight of her own breasts, so she didn't want to negate that wish. At least not yet. Something about being a slave to her own body excited her. That she should feel that way was a bit frightening, but she always had a third wish to work with.

She did decide to add something to help her out, however.

          When I have to masage my boobs, I will be able to 
          touch myself wherever I want.

"What is your second wish?" the voice said.

Jennifer held out the paper. "I wish everything written on this paper was true."

"Wish granted."

Again the air filled with static electricity. It crackled through her shirt, but a small sparking sound also came from Jennifer's closet, then from her chest of drawers. She felt the familiar tingling in her breasts, and watched as they began to expand.

"Mmmm" she moaned as the pleasant sensation of growth began. Her shirt became tighter and tighter, and her nipples felt like rocks pushing into the fabric. She slid her hands across her shirt. The fabric felt as tight as a drum. "Owww. . ." she hissed. The shirt was so confining, her tits were squashed inside of it. They were getting bigger and bigger and there wasn't any room. Cupping the widening bulges on her chest, she stretched and inhaled. One button popped, then another. The shirt opened a bit, giving her expanding mammaries some space. She twisted, pulling back her shoulders, and another button popped. It felt delicious.

She sighed. The growth continued, until she had a spectacular line of deep cleavage showing from the split in her shirt. Slowly the expansion stopped. She realized she had stooped a bit because of their increased weight. Big tits are so heavy, she thought. Only 3 buttons were still keeping her shirt on - the top one and the bottom two.

"Wow," she said. She looked around her room. Was something different?

She opened up her underwear drawer and saw lots of huge-cupped bras. They were all FFF cups. Surprisingly, her panties had all been changed as well. They all seemed to be skimpy, specialty items. That's odd, thought Jennifer. I didn't wish for new panties. Looking at them, she felt herself getting strangely excited. They were cute. Sexy. She noticed a wide assortment of make-up and perfumes on her desk, and pictures of various super models. Shaking her head, she moved on to her closet.

It was full of low-cut blouses, tight T-shirts, high skirts, and flimsy dresses! And even more lingerie. All her slacks, sweatshirts, and pants were gone! "What's going on," she said. "I didn't mean for it to take away my old clothes." She picked up the paper and studied it. For some reason it was difficult to read. Worse, it was boring.

She dropped it. There was time to worry about it later. She was beginning to feel a stirring in her loins, and was acutely aware of the rise and fall of her breasts. She decided to test out her compulsion to fondle herself, and see if she could indeed focus on EVERY area that needed attention. Giggling, she pulled apart her shirt and looked down at her breasts. My whoppers, she thought. They were almost as big as bowling balls. Her nipples were an inch long and as wide as nickels, her aureole were four inches across. For some reason she expected her tits to look bigger - she knew they were gigantic, but even still they seemed ordinary. Why would I think that? she wondered. They're huge. But it didn't matter.

Instantly she was playing with them, pressing them into her face to breathe the aroma of her flesh. They no longer felt sore at all, only wonderful. Her nipples stuck out hard. It was easy to get them into her mouth. God, I am so horny, she thought. She nibbled her own tender flesh, squealing a bit with delight. Triumphantly, she was able to pull off her shorts and, settling into her beanbag chair, began to finger herself with one hand.

For dinner Jennifer began heating up some leftover ravioli. After skipping lunch, she was ravenous. She found that she was now able to judge the distance between her breasts and counters, tables, etc. She was only wearing some panties and a low-cut T-shirt. Her breasts no longer hurt at all, so why bother wearing a bra?

Her parents were supposed to be home in a few hours. Jennifer hoped they truly didn't notice any change in her, like she had wished.

Clumsily, she dropped the pan and bent to pick it up. Leaning over caused her breasts to swing forward beneath her, clearly visible through the low neckline of her shirt. She grinned at her pendulous beauties. Too late she realized what was going to happen. The desire to touch herself came over her immediately, and she reached into the hole of her shirt, tearing the fabric down past her shoulders frantically to get at her pale white flesh. She groped and squeezed herself happily, rolling onto her side.

The lukewarm ravioli smelled wonderful. She rested her cheek in the pan to eat what she could while she fondled her fabulous new tits.

"Honey, it's time to get up."

Jennifer stretched groggily, trying to bury herself in the silky sheets. All she wanted to do was sleep. Then she thought about her tits. Absentmindedly she pulled the cool sheets up and began caressing her globes with them. Pulling on her nipples with her hands wrapped in the sheets felt wonderful. Mmmm, what a way to wake up, she thought. Soon she was sitting up and masturbating furiously, trying to keep her cries low so her parents wouldn't hear. Touching herself was so nice, she could just do it forever.

She pulled a frilly nightgown from a peg on her closet wall and wrapped it around herself. She walked to the bathroom to shower.

She turned on the shower and disrobed. She took the flexible showerhead from its cradle and directed the spray at her crotch. A guttural moan escaped from her lips. She didn't know why she was so horny, but the vibration of the water felt great on her clit. Looking down, all she could see was her arms disappearing under her glistening breasts. Instantly she grabbed at them, dropping the showerhead to pull at them and rub them excitedly. They were the best thing that had ever happened to her. The shower dragged on, her mind oblivious to anything but the feel of her breasts, until the water began to cool and she realized she was going to be late for school.

Back in her room, Jennifer carefully blow-dried her hair and tried to pick out an outfit. Everything was either way too tight, or so low-cut that her cleavage would practically jump out of it. Putting on the underwear wasn't so bad. To her surprise, she put on one of the huge FFF cup bras like she had been doing it for ages. Finally she settled on a very pretty, though revealing, sun dress. She tried to pull it back a bit, but still it seemed to do nothing but draw attention to her breasts. With tits like mine, she consoled herself, anything I wear will draw attention to them. She posed in her mirror, watching her cleavage shift as she twisted and turned. She brushed her hair then carefully made up her face, and bounded downstairs. Even with the bra her chest bounced all over the place, but it definitely helped out. Running with them didn't feel strange at all - it was only natural that they should swing around a bit.

Dad had already left for work. Jennifer ate a quick breakfast and gathered up her school books.

"Have a nice day at school, honey," her mom said. As the second wish had specified, both her mom and dad, and presumably everyone, was oblivious to the changes in her breasts. Good, Jennifer thought. She didn't know what she'd do if her mother freaked at her fabulous new bod.

"See ya, mom!"

She began to worry as soon as she reached the outskirts of the school. As usual, lots of kids were standing outside chatting before the homeroom bell rang. Jennifer found herself staring at everyone - especially the girls - in a new way. She couldn't keep thoughts of sex out of her head. The curve of the girls' breasts, the roundness of their asses. Their crotches. . .

She saw Anna Carlson and Katie Johnson walking together, and she just wanted to brush up against them and squeeze Anna's delicious-looking melons. She even found herself thinking about the girls naked, of burying her head between their legs. . .

She had never had such thoughts before! I'm turning into a lezzy, she thought. Why? Trying to ignore the lust she felt building within her, she went straight to homeroom and took her seat.

"Hi Boobs!" someone yelled.

"Mornin', Boobs," another person said.

She knew the eyes of all the guys were on her figure. It seemed that whenever she turned to look somewhere, guys were just turning away. Who do they think they're fooling? she thought. What was worse, she found their stares exciting. Tom Wilkins and some of his friends came over to talk to her at her desk. She had never spoken to these guys before, and now they were telling her all sorts of things she could care less about. She couldn't keep Tom's words straight in her head, he talked so fast.

"You'd love it Boobs, it's got a V8 and it's a real smooth ride." One of them was standing right over her shoulder. She knew he was looking down her dress, and that made her shiver a little, but in a good way. Why is everyone calling me "Boobs?" she wondered. Was that part of the wish?

"Yeah, it sounds cool," she said, still unsure what they were talking about. She giggled and smiled. All three of them were cute, even the ugly one in his own way. Too bad they didn't have tits. She twirled her hair around a finger. Eventually they walked away to talk to some other students.

As she waited for the bell to ring, the perfume she had sprayed between her breasts started to turn her on. She wanted to touch herself so badly. Instead all she could do was cross her arms beneath her tits and rub them a little, or pull at her bra straps. Her nipples were starting to show through the material.

"What's happening to me?" she said quietly.

Her first class was geometry. Mrs. Platt surprised everyone with a pop quiz. Jennifer tried to do her best, but it seemed really hard to concentrate on anything written on a piece of paper. Math had always been her best subject, but today she just couldn't seem to do anything with it. She kept thinking about her breasts. And there were too many distractions in the room - especially Samantha Peterson, who sat directly in front of her.

Jennifer could clearly see the outline of Samantha's bra clasp and straps under her T-shirt, and couldn't keep her eyes off of them. And the hair line on the back of the girl's neck, where her hair grew in small wisps, looked so cute. Jennifer wanted to kiss the nape of her neck, work her way over the shoulder and down across Samantha's collarbone, unbutton her blouse from behind and kiss kiss kiss down between the girl's nice, perky . . .

As Mrs. Platt collected the quiz, Jennifer excused herself and went to the girls' bathroom. She entered a stall and pulled off her dress, and unclasped her bra. Within minutes she was hissing and groaning under her breath as she masturbated, her panties around her ankles. She fantasized about Samantha, about the two of them showering together, their bodies twisting wetly around each other. Thankfully her mind seemed a bit clearer afterwards, and her libido a bit satiated.

Next was English, one of the classes she shared with Megan.

She was shocked when she saw her friend. Megan was wearing a miniskirt, high heels, and a tiny white blouse (mostly unbuttoned) that called attention to her black bra. She was also wearing quite a lot of makeup.

"Hey sweet-tits." She bent over as if to whisper something in Jennifer's ear, but instead discreetly nibbled on Jennifer's earlobe. Jennifer's breath caught as her ear was licked. Then Megan walked to her own desk, swaying her hips seductively.

Well, we're definitely lovers, like I wished for, Jennifer thought. Look at her tush! But now she's acting like such a slut. She gingerly reached up and touched her wet ear, then slipped the finger into her mouth. Mmm, cherry lipstick, she thought. Her mind drifted as she remembered Megan touching her on Saturday night.

Mrs. Richards decided to spend the period discussing passages in John Thomas and Lady Jane, which Jennifer had finished the week before. Now the plot seemed fuzzy to her, however, and she found it almost impossible to follow along as the teacher read various passages outloud. She just couldn't read that fast - she had to sound out most of the larger words.

Something began to dawn on her, and she started to feel panicky as she realized for the first time what was wrong. I'm stupid, she thought. Really stupid! How could this happen? I didn't wish to be stupid! Just to have totally boobular titties!

She determined to use lunch period to find out what was going on.

She put her tray on the cafeteria table, then pulled out her notebook. She took out the paper that she had wished was true on Sunday afternoon, and looked at it carefully. Concentration was difficult - in the lunch line at least four guys had "accidentally" brushed up against her chest. Part of her mind was still thinking about that. Why couldn't girls brush up against her?

When she was sure she understood everything on the notebook paper, she thought back to her first wish. It was hard to remember all of it, but finally it came to her and she wrote it on the top of the paper so she wouldn't forget. Now this is everything I wished for, she thought. The answer has to be in here somewhere.

          i have big tits like in the movey   
          Megan likes tits and sex the same as me  
          if you see my tits you have to rub them

          My boobs will be twice as big as they are now.

          Everyone I know except me will remember me 
          naturelly growing big boobs.  Furthermore, I 
          will act naturelly with my boobs, as if I'm used 
          to having them.  I will have lots of outfits 
          that make them look good.  All my bras will be 
          the correct size for them.  My boobs will never 
          bruise or get sore from being rubbed too hard, 
          or getting bumped.  My back won't ever hurt from 
          their weight.

          Megan is my friend, and my lesbian lover. She is 
          horny a lot.  She is really obsessed with boobs.

          When I have to masage my boobs, I will be able to 
          touch myself wherever I want.

Suddenly she noticed it! "Oh no!"

That's why, she thought. I wished Megan and I liked tits and sex the same, then I wished she was horny, and that she was completely obsessed with tits! So that made me horny, too! And now I like titties even more. She realized her mistake. It still didn't explain why she was stupid all of a sudden. Unless this is the way I'd think as a horny, boobalicious girl, she thought. Make that a horny, boobalicious woman, she thought, giggling as she stared dreamily into her cleavage.

"Hi Boobs!"

Megan dropped her purse onto a chair, and put her lunch on the table. She sat next to Jennifer and popped a chocolate-chip cookie into her mouth.

"What's the matter, aren't you hungry? You have to eat to keep up that fat rack of yours."

The dark-haired girl giggled. In spite of herself, Jennifer started laughing too. She decided to eat some of the meatloaf after all. It probably would help her tits. She let her gaze linger for a second on the curve of Megan's left breast, visible through her partly unbuttoned blouse, then began slicing her meatloaf.

"Why does everyone call me Boobs?" she pouted. Secretly she was starting to like the nickname. After all, she thought, it fits me perfectly.

"Well, duh," said Megan, "You've only been called that since the Fifth grade." She opened up her half-liter container of milk. "Oh! This reminds me!" She grabbed at her purse and removed a sheaf of papers, spreading them across the table. "Look at this!"

It took Jennifer a minute to comprehend the photocopied article, but when she did, she almost squealed with excitement. It was a journal article about wet nurses, and inducing lactation by oral stimulation. The girls got carried away as they muddled through the various sheets Megan had copied from a magazine she subscribed to. Jennifer imagined warm milk dripping from her nipples, and started rubbing her legs together. Megan opened a breast scrapbook she had made, that had pictures of various strippers, adult porn stars, newspaper articles, clippings from encyclopedias and Seventeen Magazine, and even some developmental pictures of Jennifer! Those in particular were exciting, as Jennifer saw pictures of herself as a young girl, pulling her shirt up to expose her already large knockers. The girls discussed the butter fat crisis, and tried to find a solution to the problem. Megan also showed her an ad for a new breast cream which promised to add a cup size to any woman. She had ordered it and was going to add it to the cocktail of other creams and herbs she applied to her chest morning and night.

"Get me some, too," Jennifer said.

"You don't need any!" Megan said. To make a point, she grabbed her friend's shoulder and lightly shook her until Jennifer's breasts were swaying back and forth. Captivated, Jennifer stared at the side-to-side motion of her own cleavage, then back at Megan. God, I want to kiss her so bad, she thought. But I can't here in the middle of everyone. Strange thoughts were going through her head. Before she had only wanted to touch Megan's breasts - now she wanted to kiss her and more. . .

"I know I'm the biggest in the school, but I don't really feel that big," she said. "They feel just normal to me. I want bigger." She couldn't imagine how she had gotten used to her new chest so quickly, but now they didn't seem that spectacular to her. Unless I'm touching them, she thought happily.

Megan jumped up. "Let's go get something from our lockers," she said, winking slyly. Jennifer followed her and they left the cafeteria hand in hand. In the hallway, Megan ducked into the third floor janitor's closet and pulled Megan in behind her.

She grabbed Jennifer's breasts in both hands and pressed her mouth against the blonde's. They kissed long and hard, and Jennifer was lost in the warmth and wetness of Megan's mouth, in the taste of lipstick and the sweetness of the chocolate from the cookie she had just eaten. She pulled apart Megan's blouse and slid down the straps of her lacy black bra. Megan pulled roughly on Jennifer's sundress, and Jennifer's boobs popped out. Before she could grasp Megan's pert breasts, Jennifer found herself grabbing at herself. Suddenly it just seemed more important to caress her own body. She decided to taste Megan instead, so she began kissing down her neck, licking and sucking at the skin of her collarbone, then finally tonguing her friend's hard little nipples.

To her surprise, she wanted more, and found her mouth continuing its descent, past her friend's navel. She pulled on Megan's skirt with her teeth, and it unbuttoned. She found her nose right in Megan's perfumed crotch. Again using her teeth, she yanked down her friend's panties and stared for the first time at another girl's vagina. It was beautiful. Megan had to let go of Jennifer's breasts, and concentrated on pulling the blonde's sundress off. For a second Jennifer found Megan's beautiful pussy blocked by her dress, then once again she was staring at the awe-inspiring sight. I wished Megan was a lesbian, so so am I, she thought, and leaned forward to bury her face in Megan's dark-furred crotch.

"Oh god Boobs! Yes. . .yes!" Megan moaned. Jennifer was awash in new sensations as she tasted another woman. It was so natural, how could she not have wanted this before? She rubbed her own pussy and breasts while she concentrated on bringing Megan to orgasm, sucking on her clit. Megan's hands pulled and twisted in her hair. My tits feel wonderful, and she realized in the back of her mind that it was her own hands pulling on her nipples and working her crotch. She didn't have to think - merely suck and lick while her hands worked on their own. It was wonderful. She felt the fireworks begin, and knew from Megan's cooing sounds that she was experiencing similar sensations. Soon both girls' thighs were wet with fluid, and they held each other in their arms.

The class bell rang, and they started. Quickly they dressed, checked each other's makeup as much as possible, and returned to the cafeteria for their things. Megan gathered up all her papers and wiped some lipstick from Jennifer's lower lip.

"See you later, Boobs," she said.

Art class was boring. Jennifer messed up the drawing she had started last week, so she tore it up. She wanted to write a love letter to Megan, but when she thought of writing a lot she gave that up. Writing was hard work. She spent the majority of the period thinking about artists who strip naked, cover themselves in paint, and roll around on canvases. It would be so cool to paint her tits all up and then press against a canvas. Just like the pretty woman from House Killer pressing against the shower glass.

Megan passed her in the crowded hallway, and they stopped to talk for a second. She pressed her breasts against Jennifer's back, and whispered in her ear, "I found your note. It got me all hot." She licked her palm and quickly dipped it into Jennifer's cleavage, under her bra to wetten her left nipple and breast. Jennifer was left in a daze, and didn't wonder what Megan was talking about until the other girl was gone. I didn't write her a note, she thought.

In P.E. she almost started drooling as her classmates stripped into their gym clothes around her. So much breast flesh! She kept sneaking peeks at the other girls. They were playing volleyball this week. Her tits bounced all over the place during the game, and she kept giggling because each one was almost as big as the ball. For some reason that was really funny. But what she enjoyed the most was watching the other girls' chests bounce.

When the game was over, she headed back to the locker room with the rest of the girls. I really need a bath, she thought, but I guess a shower will do. Without thinking she stripped and headed for the shower room, her boobs bouncing up and down. Halfway there Krystal Johnson dropped the towel she was holding and grabbed at Jennifer's breasts. She twisted and yanked on her nipples. Jennifer realized too late her mistake, and halfheartedly tried to push her classmate away. But Krystal's hands felt sooo good. . . Instead Jennifer's fingers slid over, under, and around the other girl's to help caress and grope her massive mammaries.

"Oh my god!" someone said, and then another girl was feeling up Jennifer.

Then another, and another, until the blonde sank to the floor, six classmates on top of her. They were crushing her, but she was lost in the desire to be touched. Her fingers snaked their way through the girls' limbs to find her clit. One girl's thigh was near her face - she sucked on the smooth, sweaty skin. Surrounded by so many half-naked girls, she reveled in her sexuality. She was being manhandled like a piece of meat. "Don't stop. . . don't stop. . ." she mumbled. The rest of the class backed away in disgust at the orgy. Soon Jennifer orgasmed, gushing fluid onto the cold locker room floor. Her confused classmates scrambled away from her as their compulsion faded. Breasts heaving, Jennifer grabbed a towel and draped it over herself. She leaned her head against one of the lockers and closed her eyes, content.

One of the girls started to sob.

Jennifer was driven home early by one of the assistant principals. A girl in her P.E. class had told a teacher what had happened, and the school was worried about a possible lawsuit. They believed Jennifer the victim of a cruel sexual prank. and wanted to make an audio tape of Jennifer's version of what happened, just in case she decided to seek legal action. But Jennifer didn't want to make a big deal about it, and was happy to accept a ride home.

The van went over a speedbump and she giggled as her boobs bounced. Tonight she would use the lamp to make a final adjustment to her wishes - then her life would be perfect.

Arriving at home, she found that her parents were still at work, luckily. She went up to her room and pulled the lamp out from under her bed. Soon she would work out a final wish, but right now she wanted to relax a bit. She pulled off her dress and started watching a soap opera. Her bra came off, and she sighed. It felt so good to let her whoppers hang free. She lifted them and kissed them. One hand slipped under her panties to cup her soft mound, the other traced circles around her nipples. She brought herself to orgasm several times, relieved to be able to fulfill her body's needs without having to run to a bathroom or janitor's closet. She could see her reflection in the television, mouth gaping, body shuddering as she came. A mindless bimbo entranced by her own body.

She started thinking again about what the wishes had done to her. She was constantly horny now, and had an ultra-short attention span. Her intellect was probably half of what it once was. The first thing I've got to do is wish I'm smart again, she thought, and only as horny as I normally was.

And I guess I'm going to have to wish my obsession with titties would disappear. But it's okay, because I'll still have them. In fact, I should wish they were bigger - these seemed big at first but they really aren't that extraordinary.

Suddenly she heard a sparking sound. She looked around her bedroom, but couldn't see anything. Then it got louder and louder, and she started getting sleepy. The air seemed to be crackling all around her. Her body felt weird. Her eyelids were so heavy.

She awoke to a suckling sensation on her right breast. "Mmmm," she moaned. She was on her back, in a soft cot. She opened her eyes, and saw a bed above hers. She realized she was in the bottom bunk of a bunk bed.

"Wake up Boobs. . ." Megan said. "I'm horny."

Jennifer sat up, discovering herself naked. Her body looked odd, her hips flared out from a tiny waist, and her thighs were a lot thicker. She was. . . older. The triangle of blonde hair between her legs was bushier, and a bit darker.

Megan was kissing and slurping on her erect nipples. It was wonderful. Jennifer brushed her hands against Megan's cheeks, then took her own breasts in her hands and began playing with them. She noticed her fingernails were an inch long and painted with glitter polish. "What. . . happened. . . to me?" she murmured.

Megan slid on top of her and they french-kissed each other. Jennifer knew something was different about her friend. She's so heavy, she thought. She looked over Megan's body out of the corner of her eye, and kissed Megan even harder.

Megan now had humongous breasts, too. She was awkwardly positioned on top of Jennifer, their chests squashed together. Jennifer wanted so badly to caress her friend's new boobs, but she was compelled to masturbate herself first. When they had both orgasmed several times, they talked, lying side-by-side in the bed, their lips less than an inch apart. There was hardly enough room on the cot. Each held the other's breasts in their hands. Megan's nails kept poking Jennifer. It made it hard to concentrate.

"That note you wrote me is magic," Megan said. "Whatever I wrote on it came true!"

"Oh no!" Jennifer said. "I never thought about that." She tried to explain everything that had happened to Megan. She jumbled some of the events up in her mind, because it was all so confusing. Megan only shook her head.

"No Boobs, we've always been lovers, ever since seventh grade."

"Well, you'll just have to trust me, sweety."

She gently sucked her friend's lower lip. "What did you write on the paper?"

"I don't know, it's hard to remember. I wrote about my big titties, and that we were strippers, just like we always wanted to be." She squeezed Jennifer's breasts.

The blonde giggled excitedly. She was a stripper? She didn't remember wanting to be a stripper, but it made perfect sense. Strippers got to show their boobies off to everyone. Her and Megan were so big, it would be a crime for them not to strip. She looked at Megan's ridiculously large tits. She was so sexy, but she'd look funny walking on the street with that giant rack. Mine are just as big, but on me they're ordinary. I need to be bigger.

Megan got up and took a piece of paper from another bunk bed in the room. Jennifer's boobs felt chilly for an instant as Megan's hands left them. For the first time she took a long look at her surroundings. The girls were in a squalid, dirty room with four bunkbeds. Pizza boxes and empty Chinese food carry-out containers were piled against a corner.

"Where are we?"

"Oh, this is where we live now," Megan said excitedly. "The club is below us. We get to stay here free with some other girls, if we dance."

Again thoughts of stripping flitted through Jennifer's mind. She liked the idea of jiggling her boobs for hundreds of horny men, and rubbing her bottom against rock-hard erections. Her body felt so sexy, so wanton. Becoming a stripper had added a few years to her. She had hips, and a nice ass. She was made to be a plaything for men, a sextoy. There was no better place for her than at a strip club with her girlfriend. But she started getting second thoughts about this place because it was so. . . dirty. I've got to remember that the wishes are playing with my mind, she thought. Would I REALLY want this? Yes, yes, yes! she thought to herself, tweaking her nipples. But it didn't feel right inside.

Megan handed her the piece of notebook paper. It had been crumpled several times and there was a stain on it. She studied it, and found her reading ability was even worse. She was almost illiterate. Luckily she only had to read Megan's additions. It took a few minutes.

          my tits are as big as Boobs  mom and Kim dont 
          wear shirts at home so they can let me touch 
          there tits  me and Boobs are sexy strippers and
          we get fucked every night

Megan got excited. She was busy putting tassels on her nipples. "What are you going to change? We have to go in a few minutes."

Jennifer sat, lost in thought. The familiar stirring was rising once again in her loins. She put down the piece of paper. Looking down, she saw her nipples erect. Megan was her lover, but her boobs were her best friends. She took them in her hands and cradled them, pulling them down gently to watch them bounce. She wanted to get fucked every night, just like Megan had written. "Mmmm. . ." she moaned, spreading her legs absentmindedly.

She masturbated while Megan finished dressing. When she was done, she took the pencil and forced herself to circle what Megan had written. It was difficult, but she managed to write in the margin of the paper

          this part isnt true

Jennifer ignored the phone.

She was in her bedroom, lying on her back on the floor. She was once again fifteen. Her feet were resting in her beanbag chair. She was wearing only a pair of red panties, and high heels. The high heels made her feet feel really sexy. She liked to look up and see the black leather straps on her ankles. She was so excited. Beside her on the carpet, between her and her bed, was a bowl of chocolate pudding and the piece of magical notebook paper.

With a spatula she scooped some chocolate pudding from the bowl and slathered it across her breasts and nipples. She shivered at the coolness. Some got on the carpet, but she didn't care. Putting her left arm around her left breast, she was just barely able to grab her right breast and pull them together. Then she placed the spatula under her chin and pulled it through her cleavage, leaving a large mass of icing only inches from her lips. I'm going to eat all meals off my titties from now on, she thought dreamily.

The phone had been ringing for half an hour. Jennifer knew it was Megan, calling because she no longer had big tits. She didn't want to answer it. She was too excited about her plan, too hungry. When her parents got home they could answer it. Her tits were covered with chocolate. She picked up a pen and leaned up on her elbow to write on the paper. Her right breast slid against her arm and got icing in her armpit and some more on the carpet. The phone was so annoying!

Suddenly she giggled at a wonderful idea. She wrote

          Megen has 4 tittys

          my tits are full of yummy milk

The familiar sound of static electricity passed through the air around her boobs, and a swollen, heavy feeling began to fill them. Her nipples hardened further, poking up through the icing, becoming almost painfully erect - more than they ever had before. Oooh, purple, she thought. Her breasts filled out, and she could feel their weight increase. A sense of pressure came from behind her nipples. They ached to be emptied. Her skin felt tight and uncomfortable.

"Oh yes," she said.

She pulled at her slippery nipples and was rewarded with two thin streams of milk shooting over her head. She screamed happily. She licked at the clump of icing under her chin and then pulled her left nipple to her mouth. The icing was slick, and made her skin hard to hold. Soon however she was sucking away, her mouth slowly filling with warm, delicious milk. I taste great, she thought. Mmmm, human milk is yummy. When the aching pressure was significantly lowered in her left breast, she started on her right. Soon her stomach was full of milk and chocolate.

She went to the bathroom to take a shower. She was sticky and still partially covered in pudding. As she started cleaning the excess icing from her body with the showerhead, she noticed that her tits felt full again. That's odd, she thought. Her nipples were still swollen and purple. She groped herself, and thought she saw a drop fall from a nipple. Experimentally, she pulled up a breast and sucked, only to have more milk spurt into her mouth. "Moo," she said, giggling happily. It felt so nice to milk herself. She leaned against the shower wall to drink, the spray cascading onto her thighs. But her nipples were starting to hurt from all the sucking, and she didn't know how much more milk her stomach could hold.

A second time she emptied her melons, but then watched dumbstruck as they slowly filled again.

It dawned on her that no matter how many times she drained the milk from her breasts, they were going to fill up again just as fast. She felt bloated with milk.

Better use my last wish now, she thought.

She hopped out of the shower and ran back to her bedroom, her full tits swinging painfully. She pulled the magic lamp out from under her bed and rubbed it. As it began to glow she pulled on her nipples, sending alternating streams of milk onto her bed as she tried to relieve the pressure. Her nipples burned a little each time she expressed milk.

"What is your last wish?" the lamp boomed out.

Jennifer tried to remember all the things she had planned to wish for.

"Uhhh. Well first I wish my titties weren't full of milk anymore, and that my mind was the same as before I made my first wish, I want to like be smart again, but I want Megan to stay the same, and. . ." she trailed off, trying to think.

"Is that all?"

Then it came to her. The most important thing! "Oh! And that my titties are twice as big as they are now!"

"Wish granted." The lamp became brighter, and hummed louder and louder, until with a flash it disappeared, leaving only an indentation on the bed.

Jennifer glanced down at her breasts as static electricity crackled around her. She pulled her wet hair back and watched as her nipples changed from purple to red. She cupped her boobs in her hands and rubbed them gently as the full, milky heaviness was replaced by a much more pleasant feeling of growth. They swelled into her hands as her breasts became heavier and heavier, wider and wider, as they hung lower and lower. "Oooh yes. . ." she moaned. "Bigger and bigger, god this feels good. . ." They were larger than basketballs, and still growing. They were still a little bit sticky. She let them pull her forward with their weight, onto her damp bed.

What have I done? she wondered.

But touching them felt sooo good, she'd worry about consequences later. She slid backwards, pulling them across the bed sheets until her knees were on the carpet and her chest was resting on the bed. Still they grew, and she continued to rub them, marveling at so much skin, so many nerve endings. I should have wished for bigger hands, too, she thought. When the growth stopped, they were almost a foot and a half wide. Jennifer continued to rub herself, unable to stop. Her mind seemed clearer, and she knew she was mentally back to normal. Still, she was compelled to touch herself until she truly wanted to stop. She watched her hands roaming over her massive boobs. God, I've turned myself into a freak, she thought. What am I going to do?

Suddenly there were other hands on her, and Jennifer saw Megan climb onto the bed. The girl pulled off a T-shirt and unbuttoned her tan shorts.

"Boobs, you're huge!"

Jennifer stared in fascination at Megan's chest. She did indeed have four breasts - two new ones on her stomach directly above her navel. As she positioned herself on the bed, they all shook in unison, four beautiful pink nipples bouncing. In the back of her mind, Jennifer noted that her breast obsession had diminished - Megan's mutant chest was almost repulsive to her.

God, look at the size of my own boobs, she thought again.

"I love my new titties," Megan said. "Thank you so much! Boobs I love you so much!"

"Stop calling me that!" Jennifer said, still caressing herself. She had to stretch just to reach her nipples.

Megan pulled Jennifer up onto the bed, and with Megan's help the blonde and her enormous breasts rolled on top of the brunette. They rolled to either side of her, making a Megan sandwich. The weight pulled Jennifer onto Megan. Megan licked Jennifer's breasts excitedly, nibbling on the large nipples. As the girls fondled Jennifer, Megan stuck her tongue in Jennifer's mouth and began kissing her. Jennifer flinched in disgust, realizing she was no longer a lesbian. But the weight of her breasts made it impossible to pull away, and she found herself forced to return the sloppy kiss. No matter how she turned her head, she found only Megan's warm, wet mouth. Despite herself, it felt . . . nice. Soon she stopped struggling because her body was hot with desire.

"Rub . . . my. . . boobs," she mumbled. "Touch me more. . ."

As her hands slid to her crotch, she merely concentrated on keeping her mouth open so that Megan could continue to french-kiss her. The brunette's tongue thrusts began to parallel her own fingers' as she brought herself off. Megan's mouth still tastes like chocolate, she thought, remembering their experience in the janitor's closet. She realized it was leftover pudding from her own body. It excited her, and she enthusiastically rubbed her clit. Groaning, she came again and again, wettening her friend's shorts.

After Jennifer's fireworks had subsided, she slid her hands up under Megan's bra, cupping the brunette's four breasts one by one. Megan squealed with delight. They were indeed soft and warm. Just like I thought, she realized. . . warm and sooo soft. Plump. Megan was still caressing Jennifer's chest, and Jennifer decided to let her continue to for a while. The smell of warm milk made her think of kittens. She fell asleep with her palms filled with her friend's warm flesh.

She woke up slowly, and stretched. She was covered with warm blankets. She slid a hand along the amazingly long slope of one breast, marveling at her new body. She groggily opened her eyes. She could hear a scribbling sound. She looked around.

Megan was sitting at Jennifer's desk, writing. She turned and grinned at her sleepy friend. "Got to get us ready for Tom's party," she said. Two of her breasts were above the desk, two below. They bounced with her excitement.

She had turned the piece of notebook paper over, and was filling up the other side.