It was about seven o'clock in the evening when Mary arrived home and slumped onto her couch after a hard day at work. "Brittany, that slut! All she does laze off all day while I do all of the work, but whenever the boss tries to confront her about it, all she does is bounce around him with her overinflated D's and pout like it wasn't her problem!" Mary furiously pummelled the cushion under her. "If that isn't enough, the big tit tries to make out with any decent man that walks through the store!"
Mary is a salesclerk in a Macy's store in the Galleria. Brittany is another of the store clerks that works with her. Both work in the ladies' shoe and accessories department. Mary is slightly petite with a B cup chest, long brown hair, and a pretty average body, but Brittany, on the other hand, is a buxom D cup with blond hair, blue eyes, and a slim athletic figure. Brittany is always hounding Mary with the fact that she doesn't have any dates or even signs of having a date. Mary resents that and the fact that Brittany gets away with everything just because of her looks. What Brittany doesn't know is looks can be deceiving.
Mary had finally settled down and was beginning to get comfortable. "I shouldn't really be angry with Brittany. If I had the equipment, I think that I would use it to my every advantage also. Hopefully, I'll have a better day tomorrow. Maybe Brittany will get a chest cold and not come in tomorrow," she laughed to herself. She made herself a little dinner, watched some television, and went off to bed feeling a little bit better.
The next day she arrived at work as always and started to do some inventory of the merchandise. Brittany, as usual, had not arrived yet. "Probably still sleeping with whatever guy she picked to take her out last night," she thought to herself. While she was counting the number of satin pumps, a clean-cut, brown haired man walked over to her. She asked him if she could be of any help. He replied, "I saw you over here working, and I said to myself that I must meet her, so here I am."
"Meet me?"
"Yes, you seem to be a nice person. I have seen you a couple of times in the grocery store, and I think that you are single since I have never seen you with anyone and you aren't wearing a ring," he replied. She was taken aback by his statement. She did not realize someone like this could actually be interested in her. He was good looking and did not seem to be weird. "My name is Mark Inglewood. I finally got the nerve to come over and ask you out a few minutes ago. I am not very good at dating since my wife died five years ago."
"I am sorry to hear that," she replied. She didn't want to go into the particulars of how his wife had died for fear of pushing him away. She was too excited that he wanted to date her.
He asked her, "Would you like to go to dinner and a movie Friday night?"
She replied, "Yes. I would really enjoy that." At this moment, Brittany bounded in. She was wearing a tight blue blouse and a short brown skirt. She eyed Mary talking to a man in front of the counter. He looked pretty handsome, she thought. "Maybe I can get him for a date. He looks like a good fling." Brittany walked up beside him and stuck out her chest a little.
"May I help you?" she asked. He had not seen Brittany before, and she looked marvelous in that blouse, exactly what she wanted him to notice. He saw that Mary was looking at him so he decided to try and look away from Brittany before she noticed he was staring at her. "No," he answered in a shaky voice. He didn't want to anger Mary so he decided to leave. He told Mary that he would pick her up at seven o'clock on Friday and left his phone number with her. He then left.
Brittany was not amused with Mark leaving like that. She wondered what he saw in Mary. She should be the one he should be taking out Friday night instead of Mary. Good looking guys were her department in her mind. She thought up a plan. She would act nice to Mary in order to fool her into thinking she wasn't interested in Mark, but really she would try to steal him out from under her nose. She looked at the piece of paper still on the counter and memorized Mark's number so she could call him later. "So you finally have a date, well good for you. It looks like you hooked a nice one," she told Mary. "I must have been mistaken that nobody dates you. You are okay after all." She then began putting shoeboxes on the shelves.
Finally, it was time to go home. Mary was in a state of pure euphoria. She had a date with a good looking guy the day after tomorrow, and Brittany had actually helped her at work the rest of the day. Everything was looking up. She decided to ride the ecstasy and relax in a nice hot bubble bath for an hour. Whereas, Mary was enjoying the thoughts of her upcoming date, Brittany, at this same moment, was trying to figure out how she could swipe Mark from Mary. She then came up with a plan. She would call his house and act like she was a contest spokesperson so she could find out where he lived. Then, she would pay a "social" call on him. She planned to do it tomorrow night. She would convince him that she was the girl he should date, not Mary.
The next day went by the same as the last with Mary trying to think of what she should wear and how she should look when Mark picked her up. Brittany was thinking along the same lines, but she was doing more thinking about what she should wear to Mark's house so she would be picked up. Evening finally came, and the two went home. When Brittany got home, she immediately ran to the phone and dialed Mark's number. She took her mouth away from the phone and placed a napkin over it. "Hello," he answered.
"Is this the residence of Mark Inglewood?" she asked in a deep tone.
"Yes, it is. May I ask who is calling?" he replied.
"I am with the Multivision Telephone Contest. If you can answer this question, you could win the grand prize, a 40 inch color television. Okay, Mr. Inglewood, what President chopped down the cherry tree (she knew he would get that easily)?" she told him. "George Washington," he replied.
"That is absolutely correct, Mr. Inglewood. You are our grand prize winner. If you could give us your address, your new tv will be delivered to you as soon as possible," she replied. He told her his address and she hung up. She had him now. She went back into her closet and pulled out some of her most seductive wardrobe. She wore tight form fitting pants, a low, low cut top that showed off a blatant amount of cleavage, and for the final touch, a C cup bra that would push her chest up and about a little more for that extra zing she knew that tight clothes gave to men. She was a walking advertisement for seduction. She got into her car and speeded over to Mark's.
Mark was watching the tv when the doorbell rang. He was wearing a t-shirt and some faded jeans when he answered the door. He looked through the peephole but saw nothing but darkness. Brittany had her finger over the hole so he would have to come out to see her. He opened the door and was nearly floored at the sight. Standing in front of him was a buxom blond that oozed attractiveness. "Hello, Mark. Doing anything tonight?" Mark started stuttering. "N-NN-No.,"he replied. She went up to his face and kissed him on the cheek. "Good," she replied as she took his hand and pulled him back into his home. "Very good". Needless to say, Mark didn't wonder why the tv didn't come. He had other things to occupy his mind at the moment. D cup things.
Mary was dressed up in an elegant dress the next morning. Her date was tonight and she wanted everything to be perfect. She couldn't wait to be in Mark's arms tonight. She sat behind her counter dreaming of what he might ask her and what they might do. Her inhibitions had melted in her sea of love. Unfortunately, Hurricane Brittany was approaching to mess up that sea. Brittany was even later than usual that morning. She spied Mary in the dress and laughed. "What is so funny?" Mary asked.
"You are. You look great for an evening out on the town by yourself." she replied.
"What do you mean myself? I am going out with Mark tonight, so I dressed up for him to pick me up." she angrily shouted at Brittany. "Oh, I am sorry. I guess I forgot." Brittany went on out to the purse racks and started some more inventory work. Later, the phone rang, and Mary answered it. "Hello. Macy's Department store. Mary Bentley speaking." she answered. "Hello, Mary. This is Mark. I know this is a little late, but I can't make it tonight. Something has come up."
Mary was nearly in tears. "Okay, Mark. I understand. Maybe we can go out later."
"Yeah, sure Mary. I've got to go. See you," he replied as he hung up.
She saw Brittany watching her with a smile on her face. "You! You had something to do with Mark cancelling our date didn't you!" she screamed at Brittany. Brittany replied, "It is not my fault if you can't hold onto your man." This was the clincher. Mary was really ticked off now.
"I thought we were getting along, but now I find out that it was all a hoax. I was tolerating your lateness, laziness, and attitude until now, but you have just passed the line!" she shouted as she cried.
"Oh, what are you going to do? Have your boyfriend beat me up? Oh, I'm sorry, I mean my boyfriend," she laughed.
"You bitch. I'll get you if it is the last thing I do!" she shouted as she left. Brittany didn't pay her any attention. She was thinking about what she was going to do with Mark tonight.
Mary slammed the door shut as she got home. She jumped on her couch and started crying into her pillows. "Why? Why did Brittany do this to me? What have I done to hurt Brittany?" After crying for an hour, she sat up. Her makeup had streamed down her face from crying and her eyes were red. She wiped her face and started thinking. She had revenge on her mind. She couldn't beat up Brittany. Brittany was much too strong for that. What could she do?
She then remembered her old spell book. Mary had studied spells when she was a teenager, but she had given up casting spells after one accidentally hurt her dog. She remembered the images of her dog whose left hind leg had disappeared when she was attempting a teleportation spell but had lost her concentration.
She found the book. It was dirty from the amount of dust that had collected on it for all these years. In here would be her revenge. She decided that she would not kill or hurt Brittany, but she would embarass her. Brittany never would have suspected someone like her knew actual magic.
She flipped through the spells. "Tree..no..frog..no...bird..no.... third arm..no...dog..Fits though.(she chuckles)...no..." She laid the book down in frustration. What could she do? The air conditioner started blowing the pages and making a loud flipping noise. When she grabbed the book to stop it, she looked at the page it was open to.
"Perfect. There isn't a spell more fitting for her. I'll just have to add a little to the spell to get my desired effect." She couldn't wait for Brittany to come in Monday. She would cast it on her then because she had to be able to visibly see the person she is casting the spell on.
The weekend flew by, and Monday morning finally arrived. She had the words memorized, but she felt like maybe she shouldn't cast the spell on Brittany. Then, Brittany arrived. Late as ever and with a smile on her face, she bounced over to the counter where Mary was at. She had a great weekend with Mark and was feeling frisky. She thought a few jabs at Mary would give her a little thrill.
"Mark and I had a wonderful time this weekend. He wined me, dined me, and we made passionate love all weekend in his cabin on the lake. What did you do this weekend? Eat alone as always or did a date show up? Oh, sorry me. Forgot who I was talking to." That did it. Whatever reservations Mary had about casting the spell were gone. Long gone.
Mary pointed at Brittany. "I now curse you Brittany Bannister, and I hope you someday feel some of the torment you put me through!" Mary started chanting words at a level Brittany couldn't hear, but she could see Mary's mouth moving. All she made out was the words "chest, cover, and uncover."
"Curse, shmurse. You are just jealous that you haven't got what it takes to get a man. I don't want to hear your sobbing, so leave me alone," Brittany replied.
"I wanted to be nice, but you wouldn't have that, so now the curse is on you. I'm going to go home early today. I suggest you do too," Mary replied. Mary then picked up her things and told her boss she had to leave early today. She was an excellent employee, so he let her go home. Brittany, on the other hand, decided to stay.
It was about an hour later that Brittany noticed that her C cup bra was beginning to get really tight. She decided it was probably due to her time of the month and dismissed it as nothing out of the ordinary. She reached in to the back of her blouse and unhooked it with an audible POP. She felt a little more comfortable now. The bra had really been digging into her, but now she had a little more room in her blouse. She decided she should get back to work since no one was covering for her today, so she started on the ordering sheets.
About twenty minutes into her work, she started to feel a little uncomfortable. Her blouse felt constricting and she was starting to have trouble breathing. She looked down at her chest and stared in disbelief. Her formerly D cup chest was now a large DD. Her buttons on her blouse were starting to get tension lines due to her large burdens. Brittany decided that something was a little wrong. She had never gotten this big in a period, but the evidence was heaving before her. She had to get the blouse off before it got too tight. She walked over to the ladies clothing section and picked out some clothes to try on. Before she entered the changing room, the middle button on her blouse popped off. It couldn't take the strain that her enlarging mams were putting on it. What was worse was they were swelling a little faster now.
This was starting to get serious. She decided "To hell with trying something on. I've got to get something to cover me before something gives and I die of embarrassment. She took an F cup bra and a XX-large shirt and walked over to the cashier to pay for it. While waiting in line for the cashier, another button gave way. She looked down. Creamy parts of her chest were sticking out between the buttonholes on her blouse and a large opening in the center showed a tremendous bit of cleavage. She crossed her arms in an attempt to smush them back into her chest enough so that she could hold the two sides together, but that was futile. Her chest was just too big and still swelling. She slammed down 100 dollars and took the items from the cashier. The cashier tried to give Brittany her change, but she had already raced off.
The blouse was getting painfully tight, and she was having considerable difficulty breathing. She had just about made it back to the storage area where she worked when she tripped over the boxes of Italian purses she had laid out to put up on shelves. The sudden surprise caused her to inhale quickly and deeply, and before she knew it, all of the buttons except the top one gave way in a rapid fire, leaving her blouse wide open and her bloated assets on display for the world to see. A woman shopping in the department saw this and was outraged that such a spectacle should be seen in a department store. Brittany didn't pay attention to her and made a beeline for the storage closet bouncing all of the way. When she finally got in, she took the remains of the blouse off and slipped on the F-cup bra and shirt. The bra was a little loose, but she was less worried at the bra being too large than it being too small. She looked in a full length mirror at her chest. She had to at least be an E cup now. Something was seriously wrong. She decided that since she had new clothes on that she could finish out the day and examine what had happened to her when she got home.
Unfortunately, the day was just a little over half over at the time of the incident, and the curse was still weaving its magic. She decide to eat in the mall's food court for an extended lunch today so she could consider what had happened to her. She decided that two hours would be sufficient. She went to the cafeteria and ordered a salad. She then sat down in the middle of the food court to enjoy her meal. To her dismay, the curse had other plans for her. Her bra started to feel snug around her chest before she even ate the first bite. It felt as though it was tightening around her mams like a vice grip. "It can't be too small! It was big on me no more that thirty minutes ago!" she cried. She started shuffling in her seat to try and relieve some of the pressure. She looked around and saw that no one was looking, so she pulled the neck of her shirt out and looked down. The sight was unbelievable. Her E cup chest now filled the F cup to way past overflowing. The bra straps were digging into the top and sides of her mams in order to keep them in, but the swelling masses were still pushing further and further out each minute. She released the shirt and told herself "Calm down. This is not really happening. You are just stressed. That's all."
Unfortunately, her breasts didn't hear this statement because they continued their battle with the confining bra. The straps were starting to cause crevices in her orbs as the breast flesh continued to surge around them. Brittany's breathing started to be more and more shallow because her chest was taking up more and more room between the bra and her. She tried to unhook the bra from the back, but it was too tight. She couldn't get her fingers in between her back and the bra. After a few minutes, she couldn't breathe. She was now desperate to get the bra off. She started to try and arch her back.
Once...twice... three times... each time arching further and further back sticking her chest way out in front of her. Her arching was starting to draw attention from the other patrons of the food court. Finally, on the fourth and deepest arch, the bra gave way with a loud TWANG, causing the bra to release its death grip on her chest. Immediately, her mams filled out to their full extent which obscured a third of her vision. She looked around at all the on-lookers staring at the large chested girl who was seemingly having convulsions of some kind. Some of the women thought she was some kind of pervert having an orgasm in public. Brittany was embarrassed, so she grabbed her things and ran towards her car.
Each step she took set off an earthquake in her shirt. She looked down and saw that she was at least a FF. What scared her though was the fact that she could still see her chest swelling beneath the shirt pushing it out further and further. "No! No!" she cried. Her shirt was starting to show a strain line from her left nipple to her right nipple which jutted out like thumbs. Her shirt was starting to become too small for her now. She got to her car and looked at her reflection in the window. She saw a blond haired, blue-eyed woman with the largest pair of breasts jutting out in a small shirt. She panicked. She quickly unlocked the door and jumped in. Brittany fired up the motor and squealed out of the parking lot.
She had to get away from people, and she had to get home before her shirt gave out. "Why do I have to live so far away!" she screamed as she drove. Her shirt was starting to feel tight now, and she wasn't even close to being home. As the mile markers increased, so did her now incredibly huge bust. It wasn't long before the shirt would start to give, and she knew it. She punched the accelerator. At this point, Brittany didn't care. She just knew that she had to get home. Finally, a tearing sound started to emanate from her chest.
"Oh, no! The shirt's giving way!" she screamed as she accelerated even more. Her chest now stuck out way in front of her, nearly obscuring the wheel. Louder and louder the sound got as the shirt started to part between her boobs and the underarms of her shirt. Tighter... tighter... until with the next breath her missiles exploded free of the offending shirt, hitting the horn and causing it to honk. Her bloated mams now filled the space between her and the wheel, and to make matters worse, she was naked from the neck down. Drivers all along the road couldn't help but gawk at the enormously breasted half-naked lady speeding down the road with her assets in full view for the world to see. Oncoming traffic started to swerve off the road astonished by the sight. Some tried to catch up with her to get a better look. Accidents were starting to pile up.
She spotted a familiar exit sign. "Nearly home!" she said to herself. Brittany wasn't thinking what other people thought right now. She was more concerned with what was happening to her. At the same moment, a red and blue set of flashers appeared in her rear view mirror. A cop had caught up with her. She would have to pull over. Brittany slowly pulled to a stop. "Maybe I can sweet talk my way out of this if it is a male cop," she thought. The officer got out of the vehicle and walked up to the side of Brittany's car. "I'm sorry officer but I need to get home immediately. I am having an emergency," Brittany told the officer.
A female voice responded, "What kind of emergency would that be ma'am?" A female cop, just my luck she thought.
"I have to get home because my breasts are getting too big." She replied. The minute she had said it, she realized how crazy she must have sounded. The officer just stared at her. "I have heard everything, but that is a new one. I am going to have to charge you with reckless driving and indecent exposure ma'am. You will also have to cover up," the officer replied.
"But I don't have anything to cover up with." Brittany replied.
"Then I'm afraid you will have to come with me," she stated as she opened the door to Brittany's car. Catcalls could be heard up and down the highway as Brittany stepped out and her HH breasts swung into full view. The officer quickly escorted her to her patrol car, placed her in the back seat and called a tow for Brittany's car. She also checked her driving record. Turns out that Brittany had more than several outstanding speeding tickets that had never been paid.
"It looks like I would have had to take you in anyway Ms. Bannister. You have over 14 outstanding speeding tickets," the officer told Brittany. Brittany was now really dying of embarrassment. As if being half nude with gigantic growing breasts wasn't enough, she would now have to go before a judge and explain why she also had never paid the tickets. This was not her day. As they pulled off, Brittany noticed that she wasn't growing any more. "Now, you decide to stop." She said down to her breasts giving them a little slap. Each one now filled her lap, and she had trouble touching her nipples which from her point of view looked to be at least a yard out in front of her. The cop calmly drove her to the station.
When they got to the station, Brittany was put through holding and put in a cell by herself. The only thing large enough to cover her was a blanket, so the officer wrapped it around her and let her stay in the cell until the judge could see her. The officer told her that she could call someone to bring her some clothes, but Brittany told her that she didn't have anyone to call. In all of this excitement and fear, she had forgotten Mark's number and she didn't have anyone else to call but old boyfriends who certainly wouldn't help her out. The officer told her that she would go and buy her a shirt to wear at a nearby store.
The officer left for an hour, and when she came back, she placed a XXXL shirt on the foot of her bed and walked off. Instead of putting the shirt straight on, Brittany decided to examine her new burdens. She felt their smooth creamy texture, their hot, firm forms, and her enormous nipples with giant areolas. She felt every touch. They were all her alright. She then snapped herself out of her amazement and decided that this was not the place for such actions, so she put on the shirt.
As soon as she got the shirt on, she felt her chest start to swell again. She pushed on the sides of her breasts to confirm it. They were growing again. She pulled her shirt off again to examine what the heck was going on. As soon as the shirt uncovered her breasts, they stopped swelling again. What the heck was going on?!! She put the shirt on again, and immediately the swelling began again. Then it hit her. If she was wearing anything over her breasts, they would grow until they were uncovered. Those words "cover" and "uncover" sparked a fire in Brittany's mind. Mary had said those words. It was the curse Mary had put on her. It had to be. She had to call Mary and get her to take the curse off. She didn't want any more growth, and she couldn't go topless for the rest of her life. She thought she was too big already!
Brittany called the guard and asked to use the phone. The guard agreed and showed her to the phone. She quickly dialed Mary's number. She got an answering machine. "You have reached the home of Mary Bentley. I have just started my vacation time so I can not be reached. Leave your name and number. Brittany, if you are calling, TOUGH!.............BEEP" Mary had left on her two week vacation and now she had used her only phone call. The guard saw her hang up and took her back to her cell. She looked down.
"Oh my God, I forgot!" she screamed as she pulled the shirt over her head to stop her breasts from growing. They had swelled another cup size while she was on the phone. The female guard came by with her lunch and noticed she wasn't wearing the shirt the sergeant had purchased for her to wear while in jail. The officer told her to put it on, but Brittany refused. She didn't want her mams to get any bigger than they already were. The officer told her that if she didn't put it on, that they would force it on her and handcuff her so she couldn't take it off. She reluctantly complied. As soon as the shirt was on, Brittany could feel herself getting bigger. As each hour went by the shirt got tighter and tighter until like her other shirt her breasts grew so huge that they eventually exploded out of their confinement.
Another female officer came with Brittany's dinner, she saw that Brittany was sitting on her cot with the remnants of her shirt still on her. To the officer, it appeared as if Brittany had ripped the shirt off of her breasts in anger at the other officer's order for her to put it on. Before Brittany could say anything, the officer told her, " I heard that you were a problem case from the other guard. This won't look good at trial tomorrow Ms. Bannister." You can stay like this until you see the judge tomorrow." The officer left as Brittany started crying. "What am I going to do? I am starting to look like a freak and everyone thinks I am doing this on purpose. I can't even wear anything or I'll get even bigger!" She cried onto her enormous chest. Eventually she cried herself to sleep.
The next morning the officer got her up. They didn't have anything else to put on her to see the judge in, since the only shirt that fit her was in tatters, so they gave her a large box for her to stick her chest in. It had a makeshift belt around the back so it could act like a cardboard bra. Brittany was scared of what would happen if the judge saw her walk in with a box on her chest and started crying. He would think that she was a loony. The officer told her that she had briefed the judge as to the reasons why she was wearing a box over her chest, so she wouldn't have to explain the box. She told Brittany that she would have to explain destroying the shirt though. Brittany felt better and stuck her chest into one end of the box and supported it with her hands as she walked out of the cell. The officer took her outside the courtroom and told her that she would have to wait on the bench until the case before her was dismissed.
She sat down on the bench as the officer leaned against the opposite wall drinking a cup of coffee. Brittany was thinking of what she was going to say to the judge when she had a flash thought. Would she grow in the box, or was the curse just on clothing? She shifted the box to one side. She felt a little room before her breasts touched the wall of the box. Maybe it doesn't she thought. She calmed down a little and resumed thinking about what she would say to the judge. A few minutes later, she wanted to change her position on the bench. When she did, a surprise happened. She could now feel both sides and part of the front of the box. She peeked down at her chest. It did look bigger. She rationalized that she must be growing in the box. She started to take the box off, but the officer saw this action. "Miss Bannister, you have to keep that on," the officer stated. She put it back on again, but a few minutes later she took it off again. The officer stated, "All right Miss Bannister, I warned you. Place your hands behind your back." Brittany did as she was told, and the officer handcuffed her hands together. The officer then redid the belt and put the box over her chest again. Brittany protested, but the officer told her to be quiet because if she didn't she would stand charges without being able to tell the judge the reasons for her actions.
Finally, it was her turn in court. The cardboard box bra was fitting snuggly around her chest now. She could feel all of the sides of it now. She only wondered how big she was now. The bailiff read the list of charges against Brittany. "Ms. Bannister is accused of multiple unpaid speeding tickets, reckless driving, indecent exposure, destruction of city property aka one XXXL shirt."
The officer stated that she had pulled Brittany over after she was doing 90 in a 55 zone and when she approached the car, she found the defendant topless. She stated that when she asked the defendant why she was speeding and topless, the defendant had replied, "'because my breasts are getting too big.'" The judge laughed. That is a new one on me. He looked at Brittany and saw she was wearing the large box. He asked, "Officer, what happened to the shirt she was issued?"
The officer replied, "She was ordered to put it on. I left when she complied, but when I returned the shirt was in ruins."
"Why is she cuffed?" he quizzically asked. The officer told the judge that she was cuffed because of trying to take the box off repeatedly after being told not to.
All during this time, Brittany's breasts were still growing, and the box was getting more and more full of tit. By the time the officer was starting to explain why she pulled over Brittany, the box's sides were starting to pooch out a little bit. She was starting to get uncomfortable, but she couldn't do anything about it because her hands were cuffed. The box was no longer loose. It was getting TIGHT! The judge turned to Brittany. "You will refrain from removing your box while in my presence. If you agree, you will be uncuffed," he stated sternly to Brittany. Brittany agreed and the cuffs were taken off. As soon as the cuffs were off and the officer stepped back, Brittany made an attempt to get the box off but didn't manage to budge it. She filled it too much. The judge noticed that she made the attempt but did not remove it, so he let it go with a warning that the next time her hands went near the box she would be handcuffed. The judge started to read the statements that Brittany had given the police about her breasts growing when pain started hitting her. The box was too full. It wasn't giving anymore, and she was feeling cramped inside of the box.
"NO! If I don't get this off, my breasts will get even bigger. The box will pop if I don't!" she frantically thought. Brittany started to grab the edge when the judge saw her dart for the box with her hands. "Bailiff! Cuff her!" he shouted. The bailiff proceeded to cuff her as Brittany started screaming in protest.
"NO! NO! You don't know what you are doing! I can't stay in this box much longer! I'm growing too big!" she howled. The bailiff wrestled her to cuff her. The judge ordered that she should be gagged. The judge decided to do a judgement call on what the cop had told him and Ms.Bannister's actions. He sternly stated his words to Brittany. "Due to the fact that you are unwilling to be cooperative to the point of having to be restrained and gagged, I am forced to give my judgement without your testimony. It is the ruling of the court that you are guilty on all counts and are suffering from a form of nymphomania with an unhealthy fixation on your chest. I hereby sentence you to one year in the care of the McAllister Memorial Institution for the care of your psychological problems. If at the end of that sentence you are in a more normal frame of mind, you will be released. Case dismissed."
NO! The judge didn't even give her a chance to explain! He thought she was crazy. Brittany's eyes winced closed as the pain in her chest returned again. The bailiff carried her back downstairs to her cell until her transport to the institution could be arranged. She was placed in the cell with the handcuffs and gag still in her mouth. Brittany had fought with the officer all the way down to the cell, so she told Brittany that she would take the gag out in an hour or two after she had calmed down, and that she would not unhandcuff her for fear that she would try to take off the box. The officer closed the cell door and left.
Brittany could barely take the pain the box was giving her now. It was stuffed with too much boob and was continuing to fill every second. Brittany started thrashing her chest at the walls in an attempt to knock it off. Each hit sent even more pain senstations to Brittany. She couldn't knock it off! It was like a skin around her. She thought it was hopeless, but then she remembered how she got the bra off. If she couldn't knock it off, then she would have to bust out of it! She arched her back and thrust her chest into the box. Instantly, the box billowed out a little more, but it didn't tear. She sucked in more air and arched her back again with even more force. The box started to show signs of giving up. Little tears were starting to show up in the edges of the box and boobmeat was forcing its way out through them.
Brittany threw back her head and tried a final time. She put everything she had into it. "POP YOU @#$% BOX! POP!" she screamed in her head. With that thrust the whole box exploded. Breast flew out of every corner and giant nipples burst through the box bottom. The mangled box fell to the floor at Brittany's feet. Her boobs now seemed to be near the end of the alphabet, topped with gigantic pink nipples which were extending due to the cool air of the cell. Her mams were still red from the confinement, but they weren't hurting anymore. They also weren't growing which relieved her immensely.
An hour later a doctor from the institution arrived to pick her up. He opened the cell and was floored by the sight. Sitting on the edge of the bed was a handcuffed woman sitting on a cot with her bare breasts sitting in her lap. He was told she was big chested, but he was not ready for this. They overfilled her lap. He also couldn't believe she was sitting in there half naked. He had been told that she was wearing something to cover her. He looked around the room, and there on the floor was the remains of her box. He surmised that she had somehow ripped the box off on the edge of her cot. Brittany looked at the doctor. She was still crying because of her predicament. Freakishly huge boobs and a sentence to a nut farm. What was she to do? Hopefully, somebody at the institution would notice that her breasts were growing and tell the judge.
"That is it!" she thought. She would get to the institution and demand they give her something to put on. She would then get someone to watch her so they could see that she was really growing. Maybe going with this doctor would be the answer to part of her predicament. The doctor stood her up and ungagged her but left the handcuffs. "No sense in getting killed by a psycho," he thought as he motioned her towards the door. Brittany didn't say anything. She knew it would be stupid to just tell him that her breasts grew whenever she covered them. He was just going to have to make sure he carried her out the back way so no one would see her.
On her way through one of the empty halls, one of the doors opened and out stepped a woman. "Mary!" Brittany yelled. The woman walked over to the doctor and asked if she could have a moment or two with Brittany. The doctor said that it would be alright if they stayed no further than five feet from him. Mary walked her a little bit away from the doctor. As soon as Mary turned to look at Brittany, Brittany spoke, "Mary! Take your curse off of me or I'll.." Mary broke in, "I don't take kindly to threats, Brittany."
Brittany stepped back. Her eyes welled up with tears as she dropped to her knees. "Please, Please. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry!" she cried. Mary put her hand on Brittany's back and patted it. "That was all it takes. The curse is now broken."
Brittany stood up and quicky said in a hysterical way, "Thank you, oh, thank you, thank you, Mary!" She looked down at her chest, but it wasn't shrinking! She looked at Mary again and asked, "Why aren't they getting smaller?!!"
Mary replied, "Oh, that isn't part of the deal. You are going to have to live with these unless you get a reduction surgery. You always flaunted your big tits and showed them off. Now, you can really show off. I doubt you can find many people that won't notice your tits now!"
"What about my sentence? Will you at least tell the judge I'm not crazy?" she asked. "What? And have him put me in there also?!! What person would believe me even if I tried. No, you will just have to do the time." Mary retorted. Brittany was furious. She tried to strangle her, but her hands were still handcuffed. She then decided to fling herself at her. She yelled, "You bitch!" as she rushed at Mary and hit her head on in the face with her giant missiles. Mary was knocked to the floor. Brittany got on top of her and started shoving her gigantic tits in her face. "I'll smother you, you bitch!" The doctor saw the commotion and grabbed Brittany and dragged her off of Mary. He then took her to the backdoor and put her in the institution's van.
Brittany didn't care that they were taking her to the institution. She would show some doctor what happens when her chest was covered and she would be free as a bird. "No! Wait! Mary took the curse off of me! I won't grow anymore, and I'll never be able to prove my story!" she thought. As the doctor was closing the van doors, Brittany saw Mary laughing. She shouted to Brittany, "Payback's a bitch isn't it!" The van door closed as the doctor got in and started his drive to the institution
The end?