(Everything in this story is fictional. It never really happened. Then
again, that's why it's fictional, isn't it? Pandora Peaks, if you ever
read this, lemme know what you think.)
Pandora wasn't always the vixen she is now. She was always attractive with a nice body, but she could barely fill out an A-cup. She had a good job as a bank teller and she had her share of gentlemen suitors, but she always felt insecure because of her lack of a chest. In fact, she was halfway convinced that that was why most of her boyfriends ultimately broke up with her, because she lacked big boobs. She fantasized about having large heaving breasts that would make every man's mouth water at the mere sight. And it seemed that was all it would be, a fantasy.
But one day all that changed. It was a little over three years ago. Pandora had just gotten off work and was waiting to cross the street so she could get to her car. She was going to go home, change into something more comfortable, and maybe plop down in front of the TV for a good night of wrestling. This was on a Monday, of course.
As she was waiting to cross, she looked over at the corner. She saw an old man in a brown robe crossing. But what got Pandora's attention was the black Ford Bronco that was barreling down towards the old man. Pandora dashed for the old man (which wasn't easy for she was wearing heels) and knocked him out of the way just in time. They hit the ground and Pandora's ankle slammed against the curb. The old man got to his feet after a couple of seconds, and he looked down at Pandora, who was wincing in pain.
"Are you alright, my child?" he asked.
"My ankle is seriously fucked!" she answered. She was trying hard not to scream, but she wasn't going to be able to hold it back much longer.
The old man kneeled down and put his hand on her ankle. Within a few seconds, the pain vanished. Puzzled, yet grateful, Pandora got to her feet.
"Thanks for the ankle trick. It's not even sore."
"I should be thanking you. You saved my life. I must reward you, give you a small token of my appreciation."
"I don't want your money."
"Not money. Money comes and goes. I'm talking about something deeper. Unfortunately, it is in my sanctuary at Stone Mountain and I do not have a vehicle. In fact, I walked to get here. If you will take me there, I can give you your reward."
"Sounds like a set-up to me."
"I assure you it is not. My name is DeMasque, by the way. And you are..."
"Pandora."
"It's not a set-up, Pandora. Please accompany me to my sanctuary."
Pandora didn't fully trust him, but she figured that he wouldn't be so slimy as to kill her after she saved his life. After all, she wanted to know what was so important that he had to give her. So she reluctantly agreed to take him back to Stone Mountain.
It was dusk when they finally arrived at the mountain. DeMasque led Pandora down a path into a hole in the mountain. Inside the hole, Pandora was amazed that someone could live as simply as DeMasque. He lived inside a mountain, there was hardly any furniture or decorations to speak of, and the sole source of heat and light were oil lamps placed throughout. He led her into a room near the back. There was hardly anything there except for four small pillars and a bookcase of dusty books. DeMasque went to the case and selected a volume. He gave it a quick glance-over and looked up at Pandora.
"Your reward," he said, "is on the star. The star is in the centerpoint of the pillars."
Pandora looked over and saw the star. She walked up to it and saw nothing. She faced DeMasque, not knowing that she had just backed onto the star. "There's nothing here, old man. What the fuck?"
But something was wrong. DeMasque's eyes had turned white and he was chanting in Latin. Pandora got scared and tried to run, but she found herself frozen on the star. As DeMasque chanted, the pillars started to glow. Pandora was horrifed. DeMasque chanted louder and louder and the pillars glowed brighter and brighter until BOOM!
The pillars each shot forth a powerful blast of energy, in which Pandora was caught in the crosshairs. The energy surged through her entire body, making her body come alive. But then, DeMasque stopped chanting, the pillars stopped their energy flow, and Pandora collapsed.
DeMasque's eyes returned to their original dark brown, and he went to tend to Pandora, who was getting to her feet.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Am I alright?!" Pandora exclaimed, grabbing DeMasque by his robe neckline. "You bring me here, you try to kill me, and you have the nerve...ooh."
Pandora felt a tingling sensation in her chest. Her bra was starting to feel a little uncomfortable.
"What's happening?" she asked.
"I'm giving you what you always wanted. Large heaving breasts."
Pandora was shocked, but she was too excited to worry about it. Her tiny A-cup bra was filling up with breast flesh and it was only a matter of time before she busted out of it. She found a mirror and stripped off her bra and sweater. She watched in amazement as her boobs grew larger, fulfilling her dreams about her having big ones. They grew to and passed a B-cup, a C-cup, and they continued to grow until they stopped at an FF-cup. Pandora profiled herself in the mirror, amazed and happy that she now had tits. She rubbed her nipples and she damn near orgasmed right there. They were very sensitive, but that was an effect of the energy blasts. She wouldn't be that sensitive for much longer. Her dreams of having a chest had finally come true and she had the old man to thank for it.
She ran up to the old man, bouncing happily, and gave him a big hug. He was a bit aroused by this, but remembering his vow of celibacy, did not act on it.
"How can I ever repay you?" she asked, her eyes welling with tears of happiness.
"You cannot," he said. "You saved my life and now I hope that I have made yours better."
"Thank you, DeMasque. I will never forget this."
"If you need me again, I will be here. Now go. Enjoy them. And if you ever need me again, you know where to find me."
Pandora grabbed her sweater and bra and ran out to her car, happier than she had ever been. She drove back to town at top speed, and managed to hit a clothing shop just minutes before they closed. She selected some bras and other tops that fit her new boobs.
The next day, she went to her job and quit. When her boss asked her why, she thrust her tits in his face and said, "I've got BIGGER fish to fry." She found a job as an exotic dancer that very afternoon and within a few months, she became an icon in adult entertainment. With video, magazines, and her live dancing performances, she made a very comfortable living for herself. Pandora was the happiest lady around, and she owed it all to DeMasque, who granted her wish of having big boobs.
It is now present-day. Pandora pulled up to the path leading to DeMasque's sanctuary. It has been over three years since she last saw him; would he help her this time?
Pandora looked down the pathway leading towards DeMasque's sanctuary. She owed her life and all her current successes to this hermit, who she hadn't seen in the past three years. She wondered if he would remember her; or if he did, would he help her?
Pandora had a boyfriend, Jason, whom she had been involved with for the last seven months. She thought Jason to be a great catch. He was handsome, had a good job, and he treated her with the utmost respect. And of course, he was good in bed. He and Pandora engaged in many hot and steamy sessions between the sheets. What Pandora liked most about him was though he wasn't obsessed with breasts like some of her ex-boyfriends were, he gave them all the love and attention that they needed. That she needed too.
But all that changed one day. Jason kept in shape by working out at the Dynamite Club, a gym on the east side of town. There was a female bodybuilder there named Nicole who was a regular. After hearing Jason talk about her one day, she went to the gym with him the following day. Nicole was huge. She was 6'3", with her waist measuring a mere 25 inches, and her pumped-up hips measured 48 inches. Her thighs and calves measured 37" and 25" respectively, and her arms were 21" of hardness. Even her breasts, typically non-existent on a female bodybuilder, were big. They were enormous, much larger than her head. Combined with her massively muscled back, her chest measured 100 inches.
Pandora wasn't worried that Jason would leave her for this Amazon, but it was known throughout the gym that Nicole had a thing for him and that if she wanted it, she did what it took to get it. She was worried that she would take Jason from her. She tried to talk to him about it, but he blew it off, saying that it was just innocent flirting. She tried to talk to her about it, but all she got was a black eye and was laughed out of the gym. So Pandora's last hope was DeMasque. He was gonna make her big enough to take Nicole out of the equation. That was the plan, anyway.
Pandora made her way down the path and entered DeMasque's sanctuary. The place looked exactly as it did over three years earlier, still hardly furnished and decorated. She didn't see DeMasque. She called out, "DeMasque? Are you here?"
A figure appeared from a dimly lit corner of the room and Pandora breathed a sigh of relief. "DeMasque, I'm glad to see you. I need your help."
"I am sorry, my child," the figure said. "I am not the man that you seek."
Pandora looked at the figure puzzled. This man did not sound like DeMasque. "If you're not DeMasque, then who are you?"
The figure stepped forward into the light and Pandora gasped. He was an attractive man, probably around 30 or so. He was wearing a brown robe much like the one DeMasque had. They're probably from the same mold, she thought. But he's not the one.
"Where is DeMasque?"
"DeMasque died three months ago. I am his son, Donovan."
Pandora's heart sank. The old man had died and she never told him just how much she cherished his kindness. On the surface, he gave her tits. But it ran much deeper. He fulfilled her dreams and he made it possible for her to live the way she always wanted to live. Now he's gone. Shit, she thought.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "What did he die of?"
"He just died. It was his time."
"Thanks," she said. "I guess I'll be going."
"Wait. You have come all this way. Surely, there must have been a reason."
"Three years ago," she said, "I saved your father's life. He rewarded me by giving me my breasts. He said that if I needed him again, I could return for his help."
"So you're the one."
"What?"
"My father often spoke of the golden-haired beauty that saved his life. He said that you were highly appreciative of the gift that he gave you."
"I was. And still am."
"You're every bit as beautiful as Father said you were. I must admit, he had said several times that you made him rethink his vow of chastity."
Pandora blushed, then looked at Donovan puzzled. "If he took a vow of chastity, then how..."
Donovan finished the thought. "I was born before my father adopted this as his way of living."
"Oh."
"It seems to me that there's nothing that needs to be worked on. What is this help that you need?"
Pandora explained her story to him and he listened with an eager ear. When she finished, Donovan was scratching his beard.
"I think that I can help you. I have just the spell that'll work."
Donovan made his way to the bookcase of dusty books and selected a volume, scanning it over. When he looked up, Pandora was standing on the star in the center point of the pillars.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Just assuming my place in the ceremony." she answered.
"That won't be necessary. Come on over here."
Pandora came to him and stood about five feet away from him. Donovan started to chant. As it happened last time, Pandora found herself immobilized. Donovan's eyes had gone white and he was chanting louder , but the pillars weren't glowing.
Donovan finshed the chant and a surge of energy rushed through Pandora. But instead of it coming from the pillars, it was coming from inside of her. The energy rush that she felt the first time was all too familiar as it set her whole body glowing with power. After a minute, the energy rush subsided and Pandora collapsed.
She quickly got to her feet and waited. The first time, it took around thirty seconds to kick in, so she stood patient. After thirty seconds, nothing. After a minute, still nothing.
"Donovan, what gives?"
"The spell that I have executed," he said, "is one that you didn't have in mind, but is the perfect one. I want you to close your eyes and imagine yourself with larger breasts."
Puzzled, Pandora obliged. She imagined her breasts were two cup sizes larger. She opened her eyes and her boobs sat on her chest, two cup sizes larger, threatening to tear through her bra!
"Donovan?!"
"I have performed the spell of shape-shifting, Pandora. You can control the size and shape of your body now."
"How does it work?"
Donovan spent the next hour with Pandora showing her how to use her newfound abilities. Not only could she change the size and shape of her body, but she could also amplify strength without increasing muscle as well as turn invisible.
When they were done, Pandora gave Donovan a hug. "Thank you, Donovan. How can I ever repay you?"
Donovan blushed. "My will isn't as strong as my father's. I have never been in the arms of a woman. I..."
"Save it," Pandora said. "If I was single and if you weren't a monk, I would be on you like white on rice. But I have a man that I must remain loyal to. And you have a code that you must remain loyal to."
"Thank you," he said. "I lost my head."
"It happens," she answered. "Goodbye, Donovan. And thank you again."
Pandora left the sanctuary and drove back to the city, anxiously awaiting the chance to confront Nicole and literally remove her from the equation.
The next day, around 1 pm, Pandora went to the gym. Jason had gone to work and she knew Nicole would be there. But she didn't want to go in there on a rampage. She was going to give Nicole a chance to save herself. When she found her, she was chatting with a couple of regulars. They were smaller than she was, but then again, few could match Nicole's size and strength.
"Excuse me, Nicole?"
Nicole stopped chatting and turned around. "Well, if it isn't Miss Big Tits. How's your eye?"
"Completely healed, but that's besides the point. I want to talk to you about Jason."
"Don't tell me that this is another plea to leave him alone."
"No, this is a threat. Leave Jason alone or something bad could happen to you."
Nicole let out a hearty laugh as did the regulars that she was talking to. "You're threatening me? Honey, look at my arm and look at yours. I can whoop your skinny little ass all over this gym. And another thing. I see the way Jason looks at me. He wants me, and I want him. The only thing stopping us is you. So take THIS as a threat. I am going to take your man and use him for my own personal dildo. So why don't you take your skinny ass and your fake tits out of here before I get really pissed off."
Pandora knew what had to be done now. "If you want a war, you got one." And on that, she left. Inside, Nicole and everybody else stood there laughing.
Pandora went behind the gym and stripped off her clothes. Underneath, she wore a super-stretch bodysuit that could supposedly stretch out to any and all proportions. She closed her eyes and started to focus.
Slowly, Pandora rose in height. She was going to be taller than Nicole and she decided to stop at 7'. It freaked out Pandora a little that she was so tall, but that couldn't be helped. She had to be big in order to take Nicole out.
Next came her muscles. Her calves swelled into two huge diamond shaped bulges. She gasped as her thighs grew and grew, pumping into oak-trees of solid, sinewy muscle. She turned to the side and made her ass muscles pump up until they were two perfect semicircles of hard, twitching flesh. Her waist got even skinnier, with her abdominal muscles standing out like speed bumps. Her pectoral muscles looked as if they would burst through her skin, giving her impressive cleavage just from her muscle. Her back spread like wings, and she felt all of her back and shoulder muscles through her paper-thin skin. The last to grow were her arms. She repeatedly flexed them, watching her biceps and triceps grow and grow with every flexing, until her biceps looked like big footballs, and her triceps were two horseshoes of solid flesh.
Her breasts were last. Even though she already had big tits, they were dwarfed by her massive muscles. She made her tits grow bigger and bigger, until they were nearly as big as beachballs. Her fat aureole pumped from the surface of her gigantic jugs, and they were capped by nipples that were as thick as her thumbs.
Pandora remembered that Donovan taught her how to amplify strength without increasing muscle size, but Pandora blew it off. She knew that Nicole would not be intimidated by her regularly, so she had to be bigger in order to further the intimidation factor.
Pandora made her muscles grow a few more inches before she was satisfied with her size. She felt like she could crush a car, and decided to put it to the test. She found a BMW roadster close by. First, she looked around to make sure she wasn't being watched, then she made her arms longer so she could wrap them around the car. She picked the car up and squeezed with all her might. With the power of a compactor, Pandora watched in awe as she squeezed the car into practically nothing. She put down the former BMW and felt great. "Nicole," she said to herself, "you're next."
Nicole was still chatting with her friends when she heard a noise. It sounded like a crash and she spun around. Something had made the doors completely shatter. As she stood there in awe, the biggest woman she had ever seen (Pandora) walked in with an evil look on her face. The massive female looked around and screamed, "Where is the bitch called Nicole?"
Nicole turned to look at her friends, but they were hiding underneath the weight benches close by. She swallowed hard and said to the monster, "I am Nicole. What do you want?"
This super Amazon smiled a sinister smile and pointed at her. "I understand that you have been giving my friend Pandora a hard time with her boyfriend."
"No, it's not like that."
"Shut up! You've been trying to steal her man away from her. You gave her a black eye. You laughed at and ridiculed her. No more!"
And on that, the musclebound Pandora picked up a 75-pound weight plate and crushed it into dust. Nicole stood there, frozen with horror, as the giant approached her. She grabbed Nicole by her neck and lifted her off the ground about two feet.
"You committed the ultimate sin," Pandora said. "Now it's time to pay!"
The woman chokeslammed Nicole onto the floor. As she lay on the floor, in pain and trying to catch her breath, she saw the giant stand over her. "I'm not finished," she said as she got Nicole to her feet. She pressed Nicole high above her head and executed ten perfect military presses. Then she hurled Nicole against the wall furthest away from her.
Nicole lay on the floor in pain, but Pandora wasn't satisfied. She picked up Nicole again and stuck her head between her massive thighs. She squeezed and Nicole's head became lost in a tidal wave of muscle. She then wrapped her arms around Nicole's midsection, lifted her up, and powerbombed her through a weight bench.
By this time, Nicole was rendered unconscious. Pandora decided that it was time to finish her off. Pandora lifted up Nicole and wrapped her massive arms around her and squeezed. She squeezed until she heard something snap, then she dropped her. She had just broken Nicole's back and she was happy about it.
She stood in the middle of the gym and screamed, "If any of you tell anyone who did any of this, I WILL come back and make your punishment even worse! Do you understand?"
Everyone in the place nodded their head. Satisfied that she had gotten away with it, Pandora left.
She resumed her place behind the gym and closed her eyes to concentrate. She slowly shrank down to her normal size. She opened her eyes, excited over the events that occurred only a few minutes earlier. She put on her clothes and went to leave, but the front was surrounded by cop cars and medical personnel. Not wanting to be detected, Pandora cloaked herself invisible and walked out right past them.
Pandora decided not to go home until around six, when Jason would already be home and had time to watch the news about the incident. Sure enough, when she came in, Jason was watching the news on that very subject.
"Hey, babe," Pandora said.
"Hey, sexy," Jason answered. "Can you believe this shit?"
"What?"
"Some chick pumped up on steroids busts her way into the gym, damages equipment, and beats the hell out of Nicole. They took her to the hospital and said that chances are that she's gonna end up paralyzed. Unbelievable."
"Poor girl," Pandora said sarcastically.
"I know you don't like Nicole," Jason said. "But have a little sympathy, will you?"
"I'm sorry. She probably pissed off the wrong person. And she wasn't gonna take her bullshit."
"I'm sorry too. I haven't been myself lately, but I'm back now. I know you thought I was gonna go for Nicole, but I would never leave you for her."
"Especially now, right?"
"That's besides the point. I love you, Pandora."
"I love you too, Jason."
As he led her into the bedroom, Pandora smiled a conniving smile. Now that her man was totally refocused, she was gonna wear his ass out.