The Remarkable Towel Part 1

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The third-period gym class filled the locker room with soprano chatter and sneaker-squeaks. Sweaty shorts and t-shirts and socks rained onto the floor, and were soon covered by small snowdrifts of jog-bras and panties. Spigots squealed, and showers stuttered steamily to life. Warm water drummed against creamy skin and awakened drowsy nipples.

Coach Darcy leaned back against the wall outside the shower room, a stack of freshly laundered towels in her powerful arms. She stood there for almost ten minutes, laughing and joking, playfully tossing towels at the students as they emerged, pinked and gleaming, from the shower. When the last was out, the coach walked happily through the girl-flavored steam to her office, to study a clipboard of intramural basketball schedules while her strong left hand moved with secret tenderness beneath her desk.

Suddenly, a blow-dryer bellowed. Another answered, and then a storm of warm wind and white noise blew through the dressing area.

Now locker doors clanged, boys were rated, jokes were mistold, and laughter shimmered in the air. Long legs stepped into pastel scraps of silk or cotton; water-wrinkled fingers struggled with diabolical clasps and straps. Buttons were buttoned, zippers zipped, laces tied, and things were tucked and bloused and rumpled and smoothed and (here and there) pushed up and out as far as the dress code would allow.

The dirty-towel bin by the door was filling as clunky shoes scuffed the hallway and happy voices faded up the stairs in twos and threes. Finally, the last stragglers tied their shoelaces, pulled up their socks, and straggled out.

In her office, the coach sat back with a deep sigh, closed her eyes, and thought again how much she loved her job. Drifting for a moment, she didn't sense the presence in the hallway, or see the flash of white terrycloth sail past her door, or hear the soft, soggy thump as something strange landed in the dirty-towel bin.

And that's how The Remarkable Towel With The Pink Stitching found its way into Saint Joan's Academy for Women, where nothing would ever be quite the same again.

The coach went into the lockerroom to remove the dirty towels, and she noticed the strange looking towl with the pink stiching on it. She took it home because she thought that it was a gift. When the coach got home she had a date that night so she took a shower and used the towl, and when she wipped off her chest something strange began to happen. Her chest got huge. Her brests were triple F's. The coach heard her date come into the house, and boy did he have a surprise waiting for him.........

As the coach went out the door with her date, the towel faded from view. At the Academy, the towel appeared on top of the cleaned towels waiting for the first class of the day.

Susan, a varsity swim team member, went into the girls' locker room before class started to warm up. After warming up, she toweled off and began to leave, but she noticed the towel with stitching. She took it home in her backpack.
At home, after swim team practice, she took a shower. Using the unusual towel to dry herself off, something strange began to happen...

An intense tingling surged through her chest, and her nipples became thick and puffy. Rubbing the towel against her throbbing nubs, the fabric filled between her hands. Within moments massess of cleavage oozed up over the towel and pushed her hands apart further and further. Letting out a little squeal of surprise, Susan snapped the towel off of herself and looked at her still bloating breasts. Already bigger than overinflated beachballs, they continued to grow until the weight made her topple forward. Pressed between the chilly tile floor and over one-hundred pounds of tit-flesh, Sarah's nipples dug into the floor and pressed up against her swelling skin. They levelled off at the size of beanbag chairs, and the tiny goosebumps that covered them tingled erotically.

Susan found herself in a predicament. She was feeling incredible erotic pleasure but also fear, because with the weight of her titflesh she wouldn't be going anywhere too fast. Unnoticed The Remarkable Towel With The Pink Stitching disappeared from her house and found itself in the pile at the Academy.

Then next day the coach called in sick with the "chest pains" and the flu. Susan didn't come in but it was assumed she had caught the same flu. The towel went unnoticed at the bottom of the pile untill the end of the day and Natalia showered after a hard squash match with Rebecca. Natalia was a tall leggy athletic green eyed vixon with firey red hair. She wasn't too well endowed, she always wanted a bit more, but despite that she sure turned heads. She saw the unique towel and decided to take it home. When she arrived home she started to feel a little stiff from the intense match she had. She got undressed and went into her dry sauna wrapping the towel with the pink stiching around her small but perky breasts and lied down. The heat felt so good! It was almost erotic sending waves of pleasure trhough her chest. The day having taken its toll on Natalia and of the relaxing heat caused her to fall asleep. Her sleep was not undesturbed. She felt so aroused like never before. Her nipples burned and tingled as if they tiny fingers were slowly massaging them. Then it spread in waves throughout her chest and down towards her now soaking wet pussy lips. Then nipples swelled up like some strange alergic reaction and became thick, puffy, and very red. Natalia moaned all through her slumber. Her body slowly raised off the floor as her breasts began to slowly grow and grow and grow and grow. Feeling something stabbing her in the back, Natalia awoke to find that she had risen to the ceiling! On a bed of soft pillowy titflesh. The sauna was 7 feet high! She must have had a ton of soft, sensitive, pleasurable, mass of giggly titflesh beneath her. She shifted a little and felt intense waves of undescribable pleasure spread through her entire body which started (intense doesn't even begin to explain it) orgasm after orgasm as continued to giggle more and more. She felt as a cool sweet juice run down between the chasm that was her cleavage to her squished nipples that were now the size of oil drums.

Once again the towel disappeared and reappeared at the Academy.

It was at third period the next day when the obese Mary saw
the towel with the pink stiching. While Mary indeed was fat
from her own efforts with the knife and fork, in some ways
it wasn't her fault seeing as all her family members weighed
in at 300+ lbs. Not the kind of enviroment conducive to
losing weight. Mary was the lightest of the family weighing
a mere 160 lbs at 5' 7", with black hair and blue eyes.
She actually had a very pretty face that went a long ways to
make up for her fat body with her flat chest. Poor girl use
d to have a training bra but it died from lack of
noursihment. A fact that all the girls loved to tease her
about to no end. Despite this enviroment Mary was a happy
girl and a joy to be around. However, today, wasn't shaping
up to be a better day for her; her cat had died during the
night.

Mary had just gotten out of the shower and the girls began
teasing her like usual. They were especially vicious this
time. "Yo, tub of lard there", "Hey, weren't you on the
Titanic? woe, My mistake, Didn't you sink the Titanic?"

This was enough when coupled with her cat that it put Mary
over the edge. She grabbed the pink towel and wrapped it
around her body. She went crying into a toilet stall,
sat down, and locked the door. She was crying quite hard
and at first didn't notice the change. The towel seemed to
be bulking up at her chest and going slack else where. Then
the waves of rapid change hit her. Mary's crying stopped as
the mounds of flesh reshaped themselves on her body. She
gasped and stood up. She dropped the towel, but it was too
late. Her legs went from stumps to shapely, her ass went
from bloated to firm and heart shaped. These changes slowly
dawned on Mary. Her attention was riveted to her chest.
First her nipples slowly expanded then grew. Then rapidly
her breasts formed and expanded. Faster and faster. Mary
had never used a real bra and didn't know cup sizes. She
would never have to learn them as she quckly grew out into
the cutsom bra world of the HH cup. The growing and shape
shifting stopped.

Mary was dumbfounded. Very pleased, but dumbfounded.
She stooped to pickup the towel, in order to cover herself,
but it was gone.

"Well, I just guess they will have to see the new me, naked!
Too bad for them!" and with that thought Mary proudly strode
out of the stall to the gaspes and amazement of all her
former tormenters.

As Mary got to where her, ain't no way in hell going to fit
her, clothes were she wondered, "What happened to that
towel?"

Theresa Tyner, middle aged mother of three, stood
tiredly at the exit from her class room door, exhausted
from the day's math classes and feeling generally
disheveled and out of sorts. The morning had gone
terribly, with several students failing to return from
gym class, and it had just gotten worse as the day went
on, winding up with a lost notebook computer she was
sure someone had 'borrowed'. St. Joan's Academy for
women might be an above average place, but
kleptomaniacs were everywhere, she was convinced.

Briefcase in hand, she walked down the hall after
locking up, and noticed it felt warmer than usual
-- she was perspiring! She stopped in her tracks
and set her briefcase down. "Why not?" she thought.
It would be best to return to Carl, her husband, in a
fresher condition than she was in. The girls showers
would be empty this late and sometimes gym instructors
showered there -- it wasn't off limits to faculty,
naturally.

Slipping into the showers, she undressed and left
her clothes hanging on a rack, searching with her
eyes for the necessary soap and towel -- and failing
to see as, behind her, every towel in the fresh towels
bin save for one, shimmered and faded out of sight,
leaving a single, pink-stitched towel laying neatly
folded. She smiled and went over, snagging it and a
bar of soap, then moved under a shower head and relaxed
under the hot water, humming quietly to herself in
the empty showers.

Much refreshed, she toweled off, feeling incredibly
renewed and energized, and, rather than dressing in
her old, less than fresh clothes from the day, snatched
a clean standard issue swimsuit from a rack outside, a
terrycloth robe which she tied at the waist, and stuffed
her clothes into her briefcase, accidentally shoving
the oddly already dried out towel in too.

With a bounce in her step she left the school and
headed home, her thoughts, surprisingly, suddenly very
much on Carl. "mmm," she thought, feeling even more
energetic in a sultry, sensual way as she drove.

She drove on oblivious as, unknown to her, the grey
hair at her temples slowly reverted to the rich blonde
of her youth, and her skin began to smooth.

Absently she loosened the terrycloth robe with a hand
as she sat at a traffic light, her nipples aching
erotically.

She drove into the driveway and nearly leapt
from the car, feeling a wild exuberance she hadn't
felt in years, as she went in intent on only one
thing, finding Carl and dragging him bodily
upstairs.

Inside she dashed into the bathroom, dropped her
briefcase and stared in the mirror, realizing the
shower had done her a world of good. She could
swear she looked ten years younger! She spun and
left the room headed upstairs, as, behind her,
her briefcase opened a crack and suddenly a
pink-threaded towel lay neatly folded and dried
next to the shower.

Shayne Tyner, Theresa's oldest son, came storming in
from school minutes later, leather jacket scuffed, eye
and arm bruised, and a crack in the plastic of his
cheap sunglasses. A typical 19 year old wanna be rock
star, he wore stone washed jeans and a belt with a
dagger emblem on it. A pentagram hung around his neck,
much to his mom's disdain, as the family had always
been catholic, and Shayne was a rebel -- having
decided he was a wiccan, and damned well going to
show it off. "Mom! I'm home. When's dinner?" he
called up the stairs -- then heard distinctive
sounds that, ten years ago would have probably
signaled a new family member was likely in about
nine months. Rolling his eyes, grossed to the max,
he sprinted through the livingroom, shed his jacket
and jeans, and practically dove into the bathroom.

"Got to get cleaned up before they see me," he
muttered. Fighting was a bigger no no than studying
witchcraft in the Tyner household by far. Witchcraft
would just get you excommunicated. Fighting...well,
best not to think about it.

Stripping, he showered, then rolled his eyes,
holding up a towel with some kind of pink threading
in it. "Cute," he muttered sarcastically, then
toweled off and tied it around his waist for
modesty while he brushed his teeth, combed his hair,
and tried to get every bit of blood off his lower
lip, which, oddly, wasn't hurting nearly as much
as it had. The bruise over his eye seemed to be
fading too. Good. Must not have been all that bad
after all.

Casting the towel aside, failing to notice as it faded
from its haphazard position on the side of the tub, he
dressed and, deciding he really, really could live
without hearing what was going on upstairs, left the
house, headed for his girlfriend Amy's place.

He got exactly as far as the street before it hit.

A seeming surge of electricity shot through his body, a
scream of ecstasy being torn from his throat a second
later as an orgasmic fire rushed through him, and his
muscles convulsed under wave after wave of erotic fire
tracing every nerve, converging like a focused
supernova at his nipples and in his jeans -- then,
impossibly, the waves of pleasure and desire grew
more powerful, and his screams tore the air under an
assault of unbearable pleasure, a pink light shining
out of his rusty old red mustang car, hiding briefly
what was taking place inside, until a wash of heat
exploded outward, vaporizing Shayne's clothing,
the seat, steering wheel and metal of the car as if
hit by a phaser blast from within, a surreal,
lightning strike brilliance devouring the material
around him, leaving him hanging in mid air in a
pink, pulsing light. A brighter flash obscuring all
sight, he felt a surge, not of energy but motion,
and an erotic ache all over.

The light dispersed, and in the chill evening
air, a figure fell to the pavement of the driveway;
a young girl, 18ish, lay on her side on the concrete,
pale, seductively pinkish toned skin bare to the
evening air, full red lips parted in gasping breaths
as shuddering waves of pleasure caused her ravishingly
beautiful body to convulse slightly, high pitched gasps
issuing from her throat. Waves of reddish blonde hair
cascading about her shoulders and down her back to mid
thigh, sparkle in the fading light, and a full, DD
bosom pushes thimble sized nipples against her arms.

A faintly pink glowing pentagram lies nestled between
her breasts on a silver chain, seemingly continuing
to radiate the strange light for a moment, before it
too shines brighter and vanishes, as if having tried
to protect its wearer and finally succumbing to
something beyond control.

Shayne's eyes open, and she screams -- not at her
body, though her sharp mind picks up on exactly what
has happened, instantly -- but at another set of
realizations. She struggles to stand, disoriented,
afraid, bare, as she realizes that though she retains
her mind and memories, pure, unadulterated lust flows
through her like the blood in her veins. Desires so
intense even as she dashes for the cover of bushes,
her hands desperately rub her nipples, pleasure
coursing through her every cell, too much to even
allow her regret at the change. Instantly addicted,
she falls to the cool grass, rubbing furiously,
caught in continuous orgasm she knows will never
end, only grow stronger, and understands the
second thing. Whatever happened, interacted with
her pentacle pendant. Some eerie, supernatural
knowledge fills her -- that her breasts are growing,
and will never, ever stop completely -- only slow
progressively more.

Overwhelmed she lies rubbing her nipples, screaming
in the night uncontrollably -- by the light of dawn,
she tries to stand, still unable to stop pleasuring
herself, and finds that she can't. Her breasts, now
three feet in diameter each and tipped by blazingly
sensitive nipples four inches in diameter and as many
long, weigh far too much for her to ever stand again.

Quietly at first, gasping for breath between orgasmic
surges, she calls for help, hidden in the shrubbery.

She knows, minutes later, nothing will ever reverse her
condition, though -- as her breasts reach four feet in
diameter, and the soul-wracking strength of her desire
and pleasure doubles.

The pink towel reappeared in the girls locker room.

The girls soccer team had just won the semi-finals, the first time in 20 years. Needless to say there was quite a bit of celebrating in the locker room. At one poin the team manager, that nerdy girl Martha, got everyones attention and said they need a special award. She told them to close their eyes and that the award would be there when they opened them. The girls had all been stripped down for the shower, but they new that Martha's folks were very rich and there just might be some kind of actual award. So, they all complied. Martha went to each girl and put shaving cream on their boobs and then told them to open there eyes.

"What the hell is this?" the team asked

"Well we finally one a game that proves we can play as good as the men, so, I thought everyone would like to shave their chest." replied Martha

"Dork!", the team said as a group.

The team captain grabbed the pink towel from the bin and proceeded to hand it around as everyone removed the shaving cream from their boobs.

The soccer team never one another game. But with the smallest bra cup size on the team being a FF they never were short on dates.

Frank had heard from his sister Sally how St. Joan's appeared to have an investation of large breasted girls. Frank shared this information with his two friends Bill and Jake. It was Jake that came up with the bet but it was Bill that edged Frank on. They bet Frank could not get a picture of a naked huge breasted girl with his camera and that his sister had made the whole story up.

Frank, accepted the bet for two reasons, 1) he knew he could do it & 2) he wanted a picture anyway. He figured it would be a simple matter to sneak on campus then hide the vicinity of the showers; then snap his picture.

He had his timing down perfect. He got onto campus during the noon break without a hitch. He even made it into the locker room without a problem. The locker room was cluttered with all the atheltic equippment that was stored in it over lunch. He was scoping out where he could hide to get his picture when slipped on a water puddle and fell into a wheeled helmet rack. This toppled over onto the wheeled bat rack, which it the field hockey set and this in turn smacked down the soccer/basketball rack. To say there was a loud noise is an understatment. As soon as that noise was over Frank heard running footsteps coming from all directions.

"Durn, I am caught", thought Frank. I got to act quick if I am going to get out of this. He grabbed a shower cap that was near-by and the largest towel he could get in 10 seconds. Stepping to a near-by locker he stripped off all his clothes, placed his camera on the bench, he put on the shower cap, tucked his manhood between his legs, pushed his legs tightly together, and wrapped the towel around his body as high and covering as much as possible. Just in time too.

A couple of huge women entered the room.

"What's going on here!" Demanded the wrestling coach.

Trying to speak in a high voice, Frank responded, "I was getting ready for a shower and knocked the equipment over, I am sorry."

"Well you better be more careful in future" said the assistant wrestling coach. With that the two wrestling coaches started to leave.

Frank sat down and said under his breath "Stupid fat cows"

Too bad for Frank size does not suggest hearing loss. The two coaches were immediately back in his face.

"Who do you think you are calling a stupid fat cow young lady?" demanded the 1st coach.

"Stand-up and look at us when we talk to you. This is the most disrespectful display I have seen here since I started." blasted the 2nd coach

Frank proceeded to get chewed out for the rest of the lunch hour. The two coaches standing there yelling and he just taking it. Everytime he thought he might be able to say something, he became dizzy. However, he kept his feet through it all. Finally it started to taper off. But then they asked the question he had feared.

"What's your name"

"I, er, ah, I, I am Frankie"

"Frankie we don't have a Frankie in this school!" replied the 1st Coach

The second coach then got a soft look on her face, "Oh dear, are you one of those girls sent down from up north? I mean are you one of those girls that lost their family and everything to the flood?"

Frank said, "Er, ah, Yes, Yes I am"

The second coach spoke to the first, "Oh, Bertha we have to lighten up. She just lost her family and everything. That Dam burst wiped out Smallville. She's a ward of the state now. They lost everything up there, they don't even have records or family members."

"I am so sorry. Please have my sympathy for your loss Frankie, but, please, I know your under stress,; you can't call people what you called us." said the 1st coach.

"I won't do it again. I am sorry." said Frank. He thought "Good this finally over. I might just carry this thing off after all."

"Ok, you get ready for class. LOOK AT THE TIME! We, have a class to get ready for." said the 1st coach

Frank congradulated himself on how well he had carried this off. He figured he might as well go for broke with his little scam. "Say, coach, if I want to can I try out for the wrestling team?"

"I am sorry honey. With your build it just wouldn't work out." said the 1st coach.

"She's right. We would get all knids of complaints about having a girl as busty as you on the wrestling team. Bye now" said the 2nd coach as they both left.

Frank was puzzeled. He didn't know what they were talking about. He glanced down for the first time since they had started yelling at him. He couldn't see the floor because of the enormous bulge at the top of the towel. All he could see was a pink stiching line that stretched before his eyes.

Frank stepped to the second row of lockers and let the towel fall to the floor, where it then disappeared. He still had his view blocked. Two giant breasts were in his way. "NO!" The first thought that ran through his head was to fill his...vagina "NO!". He felt his waist it was so tiny! He sat down on the bench and felt the cushioning of his firm and full ass. "NO!"

The bell rang but Frank didn't even notice. Girls were starting to come in for gym class. Frank stood again. He put his hands underneath each breast and lifted it to feel their weight. At a K cup 48" chest they were very heavy.

Frank's sister Sally was in this gym class and she had just entered the locker room.

"Gawd, she must be on the soccer team!", "No, she's bigger than them" "Must be a new girl", were some of the comments from the girls that saw Frank holding his breasts out.

Sally, saw Frank's camera on the bench. "That's Frank's how did that get here? Let me guess, he wanted to snap some pictures. That pig! But if that girl wants to put on a show like that it will serve her right! Frank is going to owe me big for this!" and so Sally picked up the camera and snapped a few pictures of Frank.

Frank won his bet.

Overwhelmed by a mixture of shock and dispair, Frank
remained where he was on the locker room bench. An hour
ago, this would have been a dream come true, sitting in a
room full of girls in various stages of undress. But now,
he barely noticed. This was no dream, but a nightmare. He
WAS a girl! A girl with massive, heavy tits and huge brown
areolas.

Fortunately for Frank, the wrestling coaches had spread the
word about poor orphaned "Frankie", so all the girls left
him alone. When the locker room became quiet again, he
looked up to see it was empty, except for his sister.

"Sally, wait!" he called out, surprised at the sound of
his new female voice, which was no longer fake.

Sally stopped and turned around, looking puzzled. "Uhhmm,
yes? Have we met? Look, if it is about me taking your
picture earlier, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in that
flood and all. I'll destroy the film. The camera belongs to
my stupid brother, Frank. I don't know how it got in here."

"Sally, I am Frank!"

For the next few minutes, Frank desperately worked to
convince Sally that he was her brother. At first she thought
it was some strange joke, but as Frank pulled out more and
more facts that only he would know, her look of puzzlement
became one of stunned acceptance.

"Frank, I can't believe this," she said. "But I have to
believe it. How did this happen to you?"

"How should I know?" he responded. "I snuck in the locker
room, I had to hide myself in a towel from those coaches
and the next thing I knew, I'm a walking wet dream! Say,
where is that towel?"

"Never mind that!" said Sally. "You know, there have been
a lot of strange things going on around here lately. A lot
of the girls suddenly have big tits, just like you. And
Mary, she went from chubby to curvy in no time. And some
girls have disappeared. We have to find out what is going
on. But first things first, we have to find a place for
you."

"I can't go back to my college like this!" Frank wailed.

"I know. You'll come home with me. Mom was talking about
offering your old room to the school to help with the
flood victims. It would be perfect for you, 'Frankie'.
You'll attend school with me and we will try to find what
changed you. Okay?"

"Yeah," Frank answered slowly. "I guess that will work."

Sally suddenly looked embarrassed. "Frank, stop that!"

"What?"

"What? You are playing with your tits, that's what!"

Frank realized it was true. Without even thinking about it,
he had been rubbing his big erect nipples. And it had felt
wonderful. "I'm sorry, Sally. I didn't mean to. I'm just
feeling so... horny!"

***

Later, after Sally and 'Frankie' left, The Remarkable
Towel With The Pink Stitching reappeared, clean and folded,
ready for the next student who might pick it up.

When Mary got home she immediately ran up to her room to examine her newly sexy form.The locker room had emptied by the time she came out of her stall,but there would be plenty of time for her classmates to get a look at the NEW Mary. She burned when she thought of the torture and insults she had suffered at the hands of"the beautiful" girls at school. Mary was one of them now,but that was not enough. If only she thought they knew how it felt to be overweight and unattractive.That would make things perfect.
Her mind flodded with images of Julie Markison. Head Cheerleader,Class presidentand perfect babe. Her shoulder length blond hair, beautiful face,perfect tits and ass. Julie and her gorgeous friends always had an unkind word for Mary and all those who were "less than beautiful".
Mary heard a sound from behind and looking down noticed the towel with that special stitching laying on her bed.The note with it said "Use this instument to achieve Justice".
Somehow Mary Knew exactly what she would do and who deserved
a dose of reality.
The next day after GYM class the new girl "Marylyn" waited for Julie Markinson to finish washing and rinsing her BEAUTIFUL figure.(for the last time). Newly sexy MARYlyn hande Julie the specially stitched towel and stood back as the fabric expanded along with the now Fat and unattractive Julie. The head cheerleader stammered as she caught her newly reflected image in the locker room mirror "No that isn't me, I'm sexy and Beautiful"

Breathing rapidly, Shayne slowly regained some ability
to think straight, as her breasts grew to the point she
could no longer reach her nipples. Her breasts, now over
four feet in diameter, sat before her, perfectly formed,
taut of skin, flushed with desire, and far too heavy for
her to even try standing up with. Her legs pinned
beneath her, she began to worry seriously about
suffocation should they grow further before she could
get free. "There must be some way," she hissed between
body-wracking orgasms, perspiration clouding her vision;
she felt like screaming again, the sheer lust raging
through her was so great, and growing every minute.
Uncontrollably she struggled and managed to brush
her toes against her nipples, sending a wave of
incapacitating pleasure through her that did make her
cry out cloud -- and notice, as the convulsive climax
passed, that she had moved slightly. Her breasts were
so large and so well designed for being large, that
her climax had made their tissues convulse, bouncing
her forward slightly.
Hope flared anew in her, and she tried it again,
letting go completely, her physical reaction much
stronger this time; with a cry and toe-curling orgasm,
she BOUNCED forward another two feet, her breasts
jiggling and bobbing wildly in front of her with the
impact, but her legs coming free, splayed to either side
of her breasts.
She could move again! Sort of. She frowned, noting
the movement had caused her to become even more aroused;
one of her hands found its way to her more accessibly
located anatomy and began desperately trying to satisfy
the needs she had begun feeling.
Then she knew what she had to do to be able to move
freely again.
Closing her eyes and arching her back, she pleasured
herself, crying out in the light of the morning and
imagining her breasts growing.
Surging, crashing waves of lust rushing and coursing
through her body respond, as she feels the tissue and
ducts in her breasts grow warm and gradually,
irreversibly, develop faster, growing more and more,
until, eyes still closed, she felt her toes lift from
the cool moist grass and dangle in the air, her whole
body suspended in the air by the breasts before her --
and still she let them grow, the feeling just too
powerful to let go of, until she was shocked back to her
senses by an electric pulse of erotic fire from her
nipples contacting a solid surface -- the side of the
house. Opening her eyes she stared.
She was no longer sure 'breasts' could cover her
anatomy adequately. Orbs of pulsing, erotically
oversensitive flesh sat before her, eight feet in
diameter, with nipples the size of full fledged
garbage cans poking against the wood siding of her
house. Erotically she squirmed to rub her nipples
against the siding, thinking how completely bizarre
she must look -- a pair of giant, nearly spherical
breasts with a small young woman attached, hanging in
the air, toes unable to even hope to reach the ground.
She felt at once helpless, swept away by emotion and
sensation -- and now, powerful also. The connective and
muscle tissue associated with her breasts had grown by
leaps and bounds to keep them perfect, free from sag
and supported without hurting beyond a dull, erotic
ache of continuing subtle growth.
Her eyes closing slightly she imagined a strong man
entering her while two massaged her nipples -- and she
climaxed, the force of the spasmic motion her body
went through being directed into her breasts --

-- and she BOUNCED. Bounced feet into the air,
landing with a springy, spongy tissue bounce that
sent her flying backward several feet and turning in
the air, breasts smashing a shrub flat, the prickly
sensation of its leaves crushed beneath her breasts,
just adding to her arousal. She grinned from ear to
ear and flexed again, her breasts, cartoonishly,
convulsing and propelling her into the air, dragging
her along in a short series of bounces, nipples hitting
the pavement glancingly each time. She was instantly
addicted, and barely aware of being stark nude,
flexed and bounced halfway down the street, until,
misjudging her angle, one of her breasts came down
with a crash on the hood of a car -- and crushed it
flat with the ground, her nipple thrusting through the
windshield with a crack, but weirdly, not being cut
by the glass. As she bounced free, she saw her nipple
shatter the glass messily without a scratch. If anything
it had felt good. Really good.

Shayne Tyner wondered for a second where she was
going, then knew.

Turning, she bounced, dragged along, toward the
nearest park she knew had a lot of grass and concrete
picnic slabs. She should rest there, maybe find...
someone.
Disturbed, she noticed as, bouncing through
someone's yard, a dress flopped across her breast from
a laundry line, and vanished in a puff of pink smoke;
experimentally she touched a sheet, and it vanished.
"Oh shit," she thought before bouncing on toward
the park. "I dissolve any covering I touch."

It would sure make her first encounter with the
police interesting, she decided.

General Madsen, of the National Guard, couldn't believe the reports. Two battalions of his best infantry had been rubbed out by two giant boobs that were crushing Dinuba. They had been rolled out to assist the local police that were unable to get a hand on the situation. It seemed those boobs jut kept boucing and getting bigger. Whenever they tried to stop them by covering them up the covering disappeared. The state police had been called to assist but they were of no use, so, now the guard was called. But two battalions! Good grief, they were the best two. Gen Madsen got on the phone and called LTC Custer.

"Custer, Madsen here. You get your squadron of M-1a1 tanks up to Dinuba, pronto! I want you to take out two boobs that are flattening the town" barked Madsen.

"What are there names? How will I recognize them?" smirked Custer

"Cut the crap Colonel. You get those tanks up there and take these babies out with extreme prejudice. You got me?!" said Madsen.

"Yes sir." replied Custer.

"Good, Madsen out." and Gen Madsen hung up the phone.

"Capt Benteen, I want you to get A company and recon Dinuba while I bring up the battalion. If you get into trouble you will be supported by the whole outfit." said Custer.

"Right sir, on my way" then Capt. Benteen headed out to the motorpark.

Within 20 mins, 14 M-1a1 Abrams were headed to Dinuba.

Benteen made initial contact a little after dawn. His tanks were just pulling into position when one of the boobs bounced into sight.

"Permission to open fire" said the 1st Platoon Leader.

"Don't shoot until you see the red of the areola" said Benteen.

Tank 112 was in the midist of starting a percison gunnery engagement. The gunner had just triggered the laser rangefinder. As if in responce the boob turned toward the tank. Before the gunner could say "On the way" and lauch his depleted uranium projectile into the behemoth breast, it happend. A hyper-velocity stream of milk erupted from the breast. Its power easily cleaving the M-1a1, with its enhanced armor, in half. Tank 112 was out of action.

"Capt Benteen, I just lost 112!" yelled the 1st Platoon leader. At that moment in a sweeping motion the boob knocked out the rest of 1st platoon's tanks. The second platoon was dispatched by the second boob. Unfotunately, the second platoon leader had failed to remember boobs travel in pairs. He tried to flank the 1st boob, without considering the second. That mistake cost him, and the U.S. government, 4 M-1a1 tanks.

"Col. Custer this is Capt Benteen. I am under heavy boob attack. I nee..." and the radio went dead.

The rest of the battalion had just arrived in Dinuba when Capt. Benteen made his last radio call.

"This LTC Custer to all elements. Battledrill plan A, execute now. Delta, your the manuever. I want main gun impacts on both boobs to cover the assualt." and Custer buttoned his tank up. The battalion headed toward both boobs with guns blazing. Delta company, moving at 45 mph, swung wide to the left, stablized gun tubes remaining steady on their targets. Two dozen depleted uranium rounds were headed for impact on the boobs. There was a blinding white light.

Dinuba was quite. Shayne sat in the park trying to hide her naked form and now DD boobs. The tank battalion headed back to its post. The tanks were having difficulty being controlled. They just were not designed for a driver that wore an F cup bra. It seems the depleted uranium had impacted on the magic of the pink stiched towel and that pendant Shayne had worn. The result was a horrible backlash that distributed the boob size and sex of Shayne across all the attacking troops.

As the battalion headed back to base, with all the crew members jiggling too and fro, LTC Custer wondered, "How am I going to explain what happened? What did happen? But, more importantly where will I find a bra to fit these monsters on my chest, and do I look pretty?"

Custer found out just how pretty he was. It seems the Army was none too pleased with a tank battalion of female soldiers with breasts so big that they had trouble getting into and out of their tanks. All members of the battalion were given a quick discharge. However, they didn't break up, they are now the biggest (in more ways than one) show girl review at the Star Lust in Las Vegas, Nevada. With Georgia Custer as the Star.

Meanwhile, Shayne still had problems and it was that pink stiched towel to blame.

Shayne was perplexed. Naked and perplexed. She looked at the distruction that was visible from where she stood. Wow, had her boobs really done all that? She was very happy that they were now a "tiny" DD and not growing anymore. But why? Why had all this happened? Why had she become a she?? Why was she naked? But, most importantly why wasn't she getting fucked right now? Shayne was incredibly horney. No, matter what she did to herself the situation didn't change. She needed a man and she needed him now!

She looked around. Nope no men. There was a discarded jacket, left by one of the soldiers. She put it on. Her mouth dropped open, when, she watched it transform into a pair of camoflaged thong panties and a camoflaged push up bra. "Oh my gosh" exclaimed Shayne.

She looked but there was no more clothing around. But, she did spy a bar down the street. "There's men in a bar! Party time" Shayne whispered to herself as she headed toward the bar.

Shayne thought her lusts would be satisified when she entered the bar. It was wall to wall men! They all stared at her. She was very much the site. She had long beautiful legs. The thong panties exposed her shapely ass and highlited her narrow waist. The pushup bra made her large DD cup breasts look even larger and gave a boutiful deep cleveage to behold. She had a slender neck that lead to a radiant face. A face covered with lust for a man. She was the perfect package. Ready to be a dream fuck.

She walked up to the biggest guy at the bar and said "I want a big dick in me right now!"

He replied, "Oh, sweety, so do I, so do I".

The man next to him said, "Oh, Bruce, why didn't you speak up".

Bruce said, "I wanted you to make the first move Carl," and then Bruce and Carl walked off together.

"Damn" said Shayne.

All the activites down town had caused the academy to let out early. Frankie decided that until "he" could figure out what to do about being a she, "he" would go to school with his sister Sally. They were now on their way home from the academy.

Frankie had yet to find a bra for her K cup size breasts. She was quite the site bounching as she walked. In fact Frankie was lost in the feelings of having large sensual breasts that jiggles with every step. Just walking without a bra not only turned on all the men that saw Frankie, but, it was getting Frankie very hot as well.

Frankie was very surprise when someone grabbed her ass and said "Hi, good looking. New in town?"

Frankie and Sally turned to see Jake and Bill standing there; both with an evil gleam in their eyes.

Julie Markinson looked down at her pudgy, breastless blob of a bod and whimpered and cried. All the other girls looked at her uncomprehendingly, except the newest and most beautiful of them, the astoundingly curvaceous "Marilyn", whose breasts suspended on her svelte frame like zeppelins.

Mary interrupted Julie's self-pity with bitter words in a honeyed voice. "Oh, Julie Markinson, what HAVE you done to yourself?" ("THAT'S Julie 'the Beautiful' Markinson?" the other girls whispered to themselves in astonishment.)

"I always thought you had the most gorgeous figure, but clearly your curves were REALLY never anything more than padded bras and strategically-stuffed kleenex in two places, along with girdles and waist cinchers and tight hose everywhere else. But it looks like you've stuffed your face once too often - I can't see how you're going to cram all that flab into one of your tight dresses ever again. What I totally can't believe are those tiny tits!" Mary poked a shapely finger into Julie's meager left nipple. "Honestly, Julie, you must have the most amazing collection of Miracle Bras in the world to have made that flat chest ever look like anything!"

Julie whimpered and looked at Mary for a second with hurt puppydog eyes, then howled and tossed her head back and forth in anguished frustration. The only result was that her shining bright smile of large, perfect, pearly-white teeth (now false) flew out of her mouth, quickly followed by her long mane of glowing, flowing natural platinum-blonde hair (now a wig). The surrounding girls stared agog at the formerly proud, self-satisfied, perfect queen of the school's gorgeous in-crowd, whom they'd idolized and envied and secretly hated for as long as they could remember, now revealed in all her ugliness.

Julie's screaming stopped in shock as she saw in the mirror the patchy tufts of black hair on her mostly-bald scalp. She opened her mouth to resume howling, but then stopped cold in horror at the misshapen hodgepodge of blackened and yellow stumps that poked from her gums. Utterly overloaded, Julie collapsed in a sexless heap. Mary looked down through her cleavage at Julie and smiled.

Before Frankie could say anything Shayne arrived on the scene. Her flirtations at the gay bar had been a waste of time. A very horny Shayne said to Jake, "I am NEW in town!"

With Shayne getting the attenion Sally and Frankie used the oppertunity to leave the area. Frankie said, "I got enough problems to deal with. I don't need my old friends mucking with my emotions right now." Frankie and Sally made a bee line for the saftey of their home. The ran so fast that Frankie had to hold her breasts to keep them from hitting her in the chin. Once home, they set about considering just what to do about Frankie's predicament.

Jake didn't notice Frankie and Sally leave. Jake had a big smile on his face. He was smiling at Shayne. She was in thong panties and a push up bra with an enormous chest and she was coming on to him! Before he could act Bill said, "Wait, I just saw her come out of the gay bar!"

"Ewww" said Jake

"We got to go now" said Bill. Both Bill and Jake made a rapid exit.

A very frustrated Shayne said, "Double Damn!"

Back at the school Mary still had plans on how to use the pink stiched towel to achieve justice.

"Oh no," Shayne murmured, feeling a distinct tingling
heat building in her breasts, along with new urgency in
finding someone, anyone! If she didn't have someone inside
her right NOW, anything could happen! And as fun as
bouncing around had been, she didn't want to go that far
again -- not soon anyway, she amended, a sly look in her
eyes.

With a squeal she saw her clothes were becoming increasingly
sheer and flimsy, and any minute would evaporate; moving
fast, she ran down the street, breasts bouncing with an
erotic ache in the absence of proper support, already
nearly nude again, and set her sights on a nerdy but cute
college kid, walking out of a computer store.

Deciding the time for subtle seduction was long, long past,
she waited until her clothing finally gave way, turning to
a pink mist and wafting off into the air, then literally
leapt at the young man, knocking him into an alley and
falling on top of him, breasts bouncing wildly. Nude, she
rubbed her body on his, giggling as her skin touched his
clothes and they vanished in pink puffs of strawberry
smoke.

She halted just an instant to look him in the eye. "Hi."
She said to the bewildered young man, then, overwhelmed
with a strange new instinct -- breathed at him.

A little pink puff of mist curled out of her mouth and
into his nostrils, making him cough -- then grin a feral
grin and tackle her, eyes filled with lust, pupils glowing
bright pink.

The two locked in passionate embrace, and Shayne shrieked
in ecstasy as, finally, he entered her, plunging deep into
her until it felt as if he were embedded all the way up
to the bottom of her soul.

Crying out in pleasure she arched her back, as he took her,
out of control himself, ravishing her.

Shayne's eyes closed to slits as she made love to him,
her overwhelming lust finally starting to be satisfied,
until --

-- she squealed as she felt him withdraw from her, and she
urgently tried to thrust him back in, groping to try and
help guide -- and opened her eyes to see his shocked face,
CHANGING!

Screaming, she pulled back, and stared at the reason he
had fallen out of her...his manhood was gone, a cleft of
pink flesh still subsiding where it had been. Her eyes
widened, then flinched as a pair of ZZZ cup breasts
expanded in an instant from her lover's chest, softly
hitting her face, a three inch diameter nipple almost
poking her in the eye as it grew and developed.

Her lover shrank, becoming lighter, and was suddenly just
over five feet tall, a beautiful girl, though hopelessly
overendowed, falling over as Shayne scrambled out of the
way and stood. Screaming in frustration, still not
satisfied, she realized something. If she were so violently
contagious, if every lover she touched changed like that,
she might never...she wouldn't be able to...

She screamed again as, in the absence of satisfaction, her
breasts grew to an E cup. "Oh no, here we go again."

She dashed off into the night, searching for a more manly
man, someone who might last longer!

Frankie and Sally made it home. Quickly going upstairs into Sally's room. Frankie was still feeling the arousal. "Sally...I can't help it....I have to do something to relieve myself." stripping his jeans off his very erotic female body, he inserted three fingers deep inside his pussy, flooding his hand with cum. "Unnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhhhhhh".

Sally stood with her mouth open, not believing what she just had witnessed. It was very hard to think of this very beautiful, huge breasted girl, as her brother...and it was more shocking to think she just witnessed him getting off with this new body. Just as she was going to say something, she enhaled the fumes of Frankie's sex juice, and the effects of the aroma was doing something to her. Sally's eyes glazed over while her hands started rubbing her small but shapely breasts through the fabric of her blouse.

Frankie watched his sister silently. She looked incredibly sexy and innocent. Not to mention the helplessness she had to be experiencing. Frankie may be all female physically, but he was still very much male on the inside, and the sight of his sister, caressing herself right in front of him, was building up his arousal all over again.

"God..........Frankie...............I feel so strange....you smell so good."

Frankie realized now that his cum must be giving off an odor that was effecting his sister. By the looks of Sally, the effects were making her horny. He slowly walked up to his sister and brought her head down to her right boob. "Suck on me Sally....I know this will make you feel so so good."

Sally was lost to sensation. She felt Frankie slowly lower her head to his nipple and she began to suck. Milk! Sally couldn't get enough as the it went gushing down her throat and down her chin.............the milk tasted so so good, and it was making her even more hornier! Just then, she felt a tightness in her chest.

Frankie saw the alarm in Sally, then helped her take off her blouse and bra......it was happening!

Sally watched in awe as she saw for her very self.....her breasts started growing! Larger and larger! The larger they became, the arousal grew stronger and stronger....Frankie was already taking care of this, though, as he had pulled Sally's jeans around down to her ankles, stripped off her panties and had his face buried deep inside Sally's snatch. With each spurt of growth, Sally felt Frankie's tongue dive deeper and deeper....and Sally orgasmed and orgasmed.

Mary had not been alone in the locker room with Julie. In fact it was three of Julie's best friends that had laughed at the terrible changes that had taken place. There was Cindy, Alice, and Lou Ann. A better description would have been there was Cindy and her two dogs. Anything Cindy said the other two had to parrott. Cindy appeared to think for them and, except for dressing them, seemed to do dictate to them all that would happen.

Cindy, Alice and Lou Ann's laughter at Julie was no surprise to Mary. She had been the butt of their laughter on many occassion's, too many. The three some was still dripping from the shower when they saw what had happened to Julie. Mary said, "Cindy, please take this towel you're wet" and she handed Cindy the towel with the pink stiching.

Cindy took the towel; "Well, you may have suddenly developed into a 'hot bod' and have some great tits; but, its good to see you still know who's number one" and she began to dry off.

Lou Ann and Alice added, "Yea, Cindy's still the boss here!"

As Cindy was drying off she suddenly was over come by passion. Real hot passion. She, moaned and felt her wetness develop. What wetness! Her jucies were outside of her and on her thigh. She dabbed the towel to get dry there. She handed the towel to Alice and Lou Ann, "Here dry off and join me." Cindy headed to a corner of the locker room and laid down on a bench.

Alice took the towel, "Whats wrong with Cindy?" she asked Lou Ann.

Alice held the towel. Boy, was it fragrant. Then the great desire to join Cindy hit her. She handed the towel to Lou Ann. "I need to go to Cindy now" she said as she followed Cindy.

Lou Ann looked puzzed. She looked at the towel and then smelled the fragrance as well. Then she knew. Cindy, yes, Cindy, she needed to be with Cindy. Right Now! She dropped the towel and trotted off to the corner of the locker room.

Cindy was laying naked on her back on a bench. Lou Ann and Alice approached. Each took a breast and started kneading it. Then their mouths dropped to her nipples. Passion engulfed all three. Who was moaning? They all were moaning.

Cindy spread her legs apart. Quickly, both Alice and Lou Ann began oral sex on Cindy.

Mary picked up the towel with pink stiching on it. She placed it over the three some so that just Cindy's head was exposed. "I think you three want to be together. Her have some privacy."

Cindy was starting her second orgasam. The tongues were driving her wild. "More, I want More" yelled Cindy

She felt more than tongues go in her! Could it be a fist? Oh, Cindy couldn't stand the pleasure. She was being filled. It was tight but feeling good. More and more it filled her, she grunted with her moans of pleasure. It was now starting to feel tight. "Don't over do it" she pleaded.

Then the begining of pain mixed with the pleasure. "That's enough back off....oh", grunt, grunt went Cindy.

The pleasure was gone just waves of pain, more and more. She was being over filled, "STOP!". Her plea went unheeded.

Waves and waves of pain swept over her. "Help me, HELP!" yelled, Cindy.

All the girls in the vicinty of the locker room went rushing in. Mary walked over to Cindy and pulled the towel with the pink stiching off. Cindy's hugely extended belly looked like she had swallowed a beach ball.

"Don't worry girls, Cindy is just having some pains with the babies. Its not easy carrying twins, you know. I do have good news though. The ultasound shows two girls! Cindy is going to name them Alice and Lou Ann."

Mary then helped Cindy situp. She stared at her belly that extended three feet in front of her. Her breasts felt swollen and were sagging. She started to cry.

"Oh, don't cry Cindy. Now you can even dress Alice and Lou Ann and besides your still number one in school. You're our number one unwed mother!" snickered Mary.

The towel with pink stiching disappeared and then reappeared clean and neatly folded on the top of the towel bin.

Sally continued orgasming until her breasts wer at the size of beachballs.
She kept cumming and cumming over Frankie`s tongue. As he finished licking up his sister, he realized the size of his sister`s tits and got up to fondle them.
" Stop...uhhhhn.....Stop, this is not right... your my brother " said Sally. "ooooooohh.......but it feels soooooooo good...lick em... keep licking my monster tits " orgasmed Sally again and again.

An hour passed and both were lying on the bed... sleeping in each others arm... or wherever their arms could reach around them.

What will mom say when she finds out her daughter with her lesbian lover and tits the size of beachballs...

Michelle, who had been watching from the shadows in the shower room for hours, knew precisely what was happened. She had watched the other girls use the towel and seen their striking, immediate development, and watched the comings and goings of the towel for most of the day. She knew something strange and powerful was tied up in that towel, and knew it had an intelligence of a sort, affecting the person it touched in different ways depending on the person holding the towel, and their intent. She had seen it do amazing things and horrible ones, used for fun and revenge. And she knew she had to use it too.

She waited until everyone had left for the day, then slinked out and looked at herself in the mirror, her dark hair, pale skin and slight build attractive...but she wanted to be different. She wanted to be a nymphomaniac, she wanted to stand out, to the range of medical oddity. She didn't want to be sexy...she wanted to be sex. Pure sex, physically and emotionally.

She now knew how to do it.

She walked over to the bench on which the towel lay folded and neat, and picked it up, looking it over. "You're alive, aren't you?" she asked quietly. No response issued from it. She hadn't expected any. Did a tree respond? It lived, it did things, but didn't talk. It didn't need to.

She laughed suddenly as the pink stitching crawled across the surface of the towel and assumed a happy face, that proceeded to wink at her. Giggling, the rest of her nervousness faded. The towel liked her, she could tell. Her nerved suitably settled, she held up the towel and addressed the happy face stitching. "I want to be a nymphomaniac, with a very nymph like, but still human body. I wish that I had the power to drink an unlimited amount of strawberry milkshake, and the entire mass of any strawberry milkshake I drink would go directly into developing and naturally growing, through normal, irreversible biological process, larger breasts, nipples and areola, with erotic sensitivity and my nymphomaniac growing proportionately with the size and mass of my breasts. I want them to be real, actual, permanent flesh, that can never be reduced by any means, even surgery, chemicals, or any scientific or natural means."

She paused a moment, then adding, "I wish that when my breasts become too large for me to stand up, I would emit a pheromone causing all males in the area to come lift my breasts and myself, and, stimulating me erotically, carry me anywhere I wish to go. Oh! Oh! I wish to be insubstantial to clothing and other coverings, so I can never be covered in any way again. I wish there to never be a cure for my condition of any kind, or ability to undo these wishes, and that anyone who tries to make me wear clothes or to punish me for not doing so, would become so endowed, male or female, whichever they are, that they can no longer think or walk."

The towel winked, and Michelle smiled, then removed her clothes and rubbed the towel all over herself for a long while, feeling suddenly very tingly.

She put her clothes back on -- then giggled, as suddenly they fell to the floor, phasing right through her. Kneeling, she tried to pick them up, her hand, arm, all of her passing right through the cloth as if it weren't there. For her, cloth just would never be there again.

Nude, she walked out of the school and got into her car, driving to an ice cream parlor, and brazenly walking in, a spring in her step. The moment she crossed the doorway, she felt a hot fire of lust spring up inside her, and in plain, nude sight of the young man behind the counter, her body reshaped itself, waist becoming narrower, hips full and behind rounded, breasts developing, growing to a DD cup, legs and thighs shaping seductively, and every trace of her athletic build fading away. She felt almost all muscle power drain out of her. She would never manage opening ta bank door again, that was for sure. She felt so soft and wholly erotic, she realized her whole body had just been changed to a creature of pure sex, useful for nothing else ever again.

"Strawberry milkshake please," she purred to the store attendant, sitting on a stool, amazed at how much more padding she had in her behind now, and how gooood it felt, as sensitive as her sex had been before the change. She could barely imagine how sensitive that was! Her nipples stood out hotly in the cold radiating from the counter, and she let them brush there slightly, an orgasm gripping her, making her almost double over with its force.

The store clerk frowned. "Miss, you can't come in here like that...or anywhere else for that matt--" he gasped, and a suddenly THUNK sounded behind the counter, accompanied by a ripping of denim, and the store clerk's astonished whimper, his eyes glazing over.

Michelle laughed, and stood up, walking around the corner to look at the poor fellow, now attached to a six foot long, two foot diameter shaft of manhood, and beanbag sized scrotum. Giggling, she felt her internal organs altering strangely. She knew she could take him entirely, magically, with no discomfort or harm, now. She could take the washington monument if she wanted.

Nude, she settled on him, and took him then and there, watching in amazement as, whatever mass of shaft was inside her, translated to larger size of breasts on her, until she withdrew from it. Yet it felt as if the entire gigantic member were inside her at full size. Laughing, she began hours of orgasmic play.

This was going to be fun.
 

That evening, Michelle approached the Other Side, the hottest nightclub in town. Naked and nympho, she was drawn to the pounding, sexual beat pouring from the building she'd walked past every week for years.

The line was light tonight - only a dozen or so people waiting for their chance at the spotlight. The spotlight she's yearned for, but which she'd never gotten as plain old Michelle. The spotlight she would get tonight with ease.

"Hey, you!" called the glamour girl at the front of the line, sneering at her as she approached the forbidden gate. Michelle could see now that her appearance had captured the attention of everyone in line. She could feel the men in particular as their gaze crept longingly over her body. She felt her breasts swell slightly as their collective desires shaped her - she was almost a DD cup again.

"Hey, bitch!" called the woman second in line, an over-made-up black girl wearing a stylishly retro gold lame slinky number. As she sensed her escort's eyes on the naked nymph, her jealousy surged and she called out again, "What the fuck are you doin', huh?"

"Yeah, what do you think you're doin'?" called the first again, a platinum-from-the-bottle blonde with a slightly chunky figure stuffed into too tight a halter top and spandex tights. Out of fashion by a few months, but still acceptable at clubs like the Other Side. She sneered again.

"You can't just walk around like that!" she spat.

"Yeah!" added the girl next to her, "Put some clothes on, bitch!"

Michelle couldn't suppress a giggle as the two women gasped in unison and seemed to go into shock, frozen in place. Their breasts ballooned. The blonde girl swelled into her halter top, stretching it to ridiculous shapes before it snapped open, revealing two enormous and taut tits, the size of beachballs but rapidly inflating still further. Beach balls, garbage bags, bean bag chairs... the blonde bitch fell forward onto her massive mams and only had to fall about a foot as her growth slowed, leaving her with breasts each weighing double her former mass, spread out beneath her like a waterbed. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth propped slightly open, as though she were experiencing some unfathomable pleasure which wasn't ending... never ending.

Gold Lame Girl snapped through the top of her dress before she'd even finished freezing in place; the tight fabric couldn't hold her as she passed a D cup, which she did in nanoseconds. Volleyballs were on her chest as she took a breath, and by the time she'd finished breathing in, she was hoisting a pair of dark basketballs. Breathe out and she had huge black beach balls hanging from her pecs; breathe in, and she was nearly twice as large, her growth accelerating as her tits popped and groaned from their rapid expansion. In moments she had joined the platinum blonde, prostrate on her tits which expanded beyond even her line-mate's size until her entire body was supported on her unbelievable chest. As her growth slowed and her tits spread out to their full five foot diameter, her eyes also went empty and her mouth hung open. She gasped softly with every air movement around her huge breasts - which was nearly every moment.

Michelle giggled. The curse was still working! The others in line had screamed and run away, all except for one man who was staring, transfixed, at the vision in gold lame in front of him. The bulge in his pants betrayed his interest, but his eyes never moved from their perch on the enormous black breasts spread out before him.

Michelle turned to the club, only to find a goggle-eyed bouncer staring at the tableau in front of him. He wrenched his eyes back to her as she came sauntering sexily up to him. She found that now, as a nymph, she could do nothing but saunter sexily, and she loved the feel of his eyes on her hips as she swayed them back and forth.

"I'd like to go in," she purred.

"Sorry ma'am," he gulped, "house rules. You'll need to put on some
clothes... ulp!"

The bouncer was a hugely muscular man, but the growth he was experiencing in his jeans was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. His cock shot out from his crotch, tearing through his denim as it throbbed and passed one foot, two, three in length, and swelled visibly. His balls bulged from the hole in his crotch as they passed four inches, six, eight in diameter. And still his cock rumbled from his loins until it stood, sticking straight out from his pelvis, at a full six feet in unbelievable length. His balls had ballooned to basketball size each, and hung heavily in his scrotum. He looked down at himself in shock.

"What the fuck!" he wheezed as he took a step towards her. Michelle frowned as the six-foot pylon whapped against her left leg. He was much more muscular and much bigger than that soda jerk she'd had earlier today. If he was supposed to be so endowed that he could neither think nor walk, why was he talking and walking? He'd have to be much, much bigger before he couldn't walk or think.

"Shiiiit!" screamed the bouncer as his cock shifted out of neutral and started shooting out of his crotch again. Michelle's eyebrows raised as she watched him explode to eight, nine, ten feet in length and three feet in diameter. His balls were like beanbag chairs, swelling beneath him and now lifting him off the ground.

"Owww!" he screamed as he was hoisted higher on his huge balls, his cock still cranking out until it was at least twelve feet long. Then it finally stopped and the bouncer was left with the same glazed look and panting expression she's left on every other curse victim.

As Michelle walked into the Other Side, she wondered about what she'd just seen. It was only as she was thinking the bouncer needed to grow bigger that he had done so... maybe she could control the curse's effect!

Michelle looked at the doorway, reading the sign.
"Other Side": Plain as day.
But it wasn't day, it was night. She shrugged off the
feeling that something strange was going to happen in here.
She felt a warm pink glow encompass her. She knew she was
safe from danger. She boldly swung the doors open and
stepped through to the other side...

Michelle walked up to the bar. There was both a male and a female bartender on duty. "I'll have a triple strawberry shake" she said.

Immediately she felt something had changed. She looked up, amazed, to see that the ceiling
was 20 stories above her. The door she had just entered had a green light above it, indicating
EXIT.
Michelle looked around. It looked like an opera house! The thousands of chairs were partially
filled with men, all staring intently at the front of the 'Other Side'.
The giant shadow of a young busty girl, nearly DD in size. The shadow itself looked about 10
stories high. The figure swirled erotically to the music as several men cooed and whistled.
Michelle glanced at her body, thinking about what would happen if she herself were that
shadow..
She suddenly felt a wary eye on her. She looked around, and noticed an old crone standing at
the back of the opera house. She looked at Michelle with disgust and quickly tramped over to
her.
Before Michelle could do anything, she was dragged back to the spot where the old crone had
been. Michelle watched as she typed a code into a number pad and a slightly off-white door
slide aside.
"Listen young lady, what do you think you are doing, parading in here stark naked? I'm just
trying to make a good living, is that okay with you?" She gave a sad frown as she continued,
"I know things are out of sorts lately, what with military men flooding the house. But I can't help
but notice most of them have large breasts attached!"
"Anyway, I'm sorry I yelled at you, Miss..?"
Michelle thought a second, "Maxx, Michelle Maxx" She replied.
"Nice to meet you, Michelle. Have you been to the Other Side before?"
"No"
"Well, I'm afraid to ask, but.. Would you like a job? It's not hard and I understand you've got the
academy and you are probably really bust, er.. busy all the time..." She droned on.
Michelle thought to herself, 'Why not? I don't need more education, (what else is there to
learn?) and I always did want to see what it would be like, ... What the hell?'
"I'll take the job!" Michelle said excitedly.
"Oh wonderful! Here, you need to meet your new co-workers, Shayne, Sally, Frankie, and
Mary."
Michelle exchanged glances with each of them. Shayne couldn't say anything, because it was
her shadow that was on the 10 story screen in front of all the men.
Shayne had a kind of stillness in her eyes, making it look as if she was paused. But she kept on
dancing to the stimulating music, accompanied by didjeridoos in the background.
Sally and Frankie smiled at her, oblivious to the music and their boss. They looked at each
other nervously for a second, but soon Sally couldn't help herself.
"I can't stand it any more!!" Frankie shouted. The old crone's eyes grew wide for a moment,
then quickly wrinkled as she squinted at the sisters. Sally and Frankie felt themselves calming,
for the time being.
Michelle blinked and turned to Crone. Crone ignored her.
Mary spoke up, "I see you are favored by the towel, as well, Michelle."
Michelle looked at her, and noticed a small coloring of pink in her aura. Mary looked back as
well.
"Well, let's get a move on, shall we?" chimed in Crone. She bumped Mary out of the way and
'accidently' slipped the curtain in between them.
Michelle suddenly got an idea in her head.
"Crone, what say I give these boys a show?"
"Well, after Shayne is done, you can."
Michelle was set back. She got angry. "Crone, I need to give the men a show right now." she
spoke quietly, "And if you get in the way, the whole house (whoa, that's a lot) will be filled with
your expanding womanhood!"
Crone's eyes set and she gritted her teeth. "Okay, Ms. Maxx, no need to threaten anyone..
Shayne! You are off duty! Return to the backroom!"
Michelle took a deep breath as she prepared to face the inevitable. Even she could not escape
the towel's powerful desire to make her want sex.
She walked through the off-white panel, and slowly stepped down the middle row, feeling a
wave of warm energy wash over her. The sensation grew as more and more male eyes riveted
upon her figure. She felt her chest slowly expanding, as well as wild blonde hair and smooth
skin. By the time she reached the front of the opera house, every pair of eyes was fixed on her,
including Rick.
She could tell Rick was special (she saw the navy blue in his aura), and so she quickly told
herself that Rick needed to be in the front row. Rick found himself being lifted by several
military-women and transported to the front seat. Michelle wasted no time in working with his
body, changing his shoulders broad and chest muscular. He was quickly changed into the
object of every woman's desire.
Michelle then focused on Rick's manhood. He felt the pressure in between his legs and began
watching in amazement as it grew to 8 inches, 10 inches, an entire foot!
Michelle then looked around at all the men staring, and felt waves of energy inside her chest
begin to build up. She moaned in pleasure as her breasts absorbed the energy, sending
pleasure throughout her body. Rick smiled as he watched her expanding bust, growing ..
Inside Rick a force began working, forming an energy wave in his chest. He instinctively
breathed in and blew out his energy, enveloping Michelle's body.
Michelle felt the blast and felt the two energies combining, morphing her, making her
according the pattern of the navy blue, yet keeping the pink form. She GREW. Her breasts
seemed to expand an inch with every beat of the fast-paced music. But that wasn't all, she
herself was growing, getting taller, developing smooth skin and long, golden hair. Her legs
became slender and attractive, and her tummy became flat and muscular. Rick sat in surprise
as her figure grew in front of him. Rick felt the urge to be up there with her. So he was, floating
in front of her. He reached out a hand and caressed Michelle's breast, making her shudder with
pleasure. He began massaging gently, then more forcefully, and Michelle replied by putting her
now giant hand on Rick's enlarged member. When she touched him, he felt energy build up
within him as she gently stroked his manhood. Soon, it began to grow. Rick knew what he had
to do. He plunged himself into Michelle, bringing a wave of ecstacy. His manhood grew inside
her, causing her pleasure to build and multiply. Soon Rick felt he had to release. He let go of
the air and floated to the extreme sensations with in him. He exploded within her, and watched
in amazement as it filled her over the edge and had an orgasm.
--
Michelle looked down. She gasped as she saw she was now 19 stories high!
What was going to happen now??

Michelle woke up to the sound of the school bell...

She had slept through the entire PE class, under the warmth of this towel with pink
stitching. She was amazed by not having the two huge breasts she had dreamed
of, but four breasts the size of soccer balls. The towel faded from view, and Michelle quickly
hid in the office, dreading what was to happen next...

Sally and Frankie were getting out of the shower when they saw the four breasted Michelle jiggle her way into the office.

"Oh, my gosh! She had four breasts!" exclaimed Sally.

"And did you see that? Did you see that? The towel that was around her just vanished! But, but, it reappeared over on top of the towel bin. And, LOOK LOOK!! Its the same towel I used the day of my big change!" a very excited Frankis said

"Gee, you know what? All the weird stuff that's been going on has a tie-in to this locker room it seems." said Sally.

"That's it, the towel, the locker room, the bench Michelle was on; it can only mean one thing." a now very excited Frankie said.

"Yes, the weird stuff is starting right here" said Sally

"You got that right. And I know exactly what it is and I am going to change myself back right now!" said Frankie

Frankie was still naked. Her huge breasts jiggled to and fro as she walked. She walked next to the towel bin and set down on the bench where Michelle had been. She was within easy reach of the towel bin.

"This bench is magical I know it. I will just lay her until I get changed back." and with that Franki laid down on the bench. Her huge breasts sliding to her side and the cooling air making her nipples hard.

"You really think so? I'll wait for you outside." said Sally, "But you can't just lay there naked all day. Here let me cover you up." Sally reached into the towel bin. The towel with pink stiching was on top. Sally lifted the towel with pink stiching up and took the towel that was underneath it. Sally, never took the top towel. She always thought they were not as clean as the ones underneath.

Frankie laid on the bench, underneath a plain unmagical white towel. She laid there for four hours. Finally one of the coaches told her she had to go home. The coach figured she was still shaken up from the flood that killed her family. What else could explain the buxom beautiful young girl saying she was going to stay there until she became a guy? Again! Too funny. The coach would share that one with the other coaches. They had already told her a whopper about a girl with four huge breasts; at least this story was true.

Frankie went home to Sally. "Oh, dear, It didn't work!" said Sally.

"You're telling me! It has to be something in that locker room. I guess it wasn't the bench." sobbed Frankie.

"Its not all bad" said Sally as she tweaked Frankie's left nipple.

The sobbing stopped and love making began.

Meanwhile, back at the locker room the coach (Glenda) was still laughing at that weird girl Frankie. She giggled to herself as she stepped out of the shower and picked up the towel with pink stiching on it.

as glenda was walking tword the shower she felt a draft from behind her
she turnd around to see a black streck move accrost the locker room twords the towels and
the it disaberd but what she didnt notis was that now laing on top of all the towels was
a towl with blue stiching on it. so Glenda just dismesd it to working to hard

The cool air of the locker room tickled Glenda's gargantuan GGG-cup globes as she ticked of all the hours she had worked this week - in many cases without overtime. She needed a little more time for herself, a little more pleasure. Slowly drying her lithe, muscular body with the pink towel, tied it around her torso, and then locked the inside of the locker room door. Her husband would be working late again tonight, and she was sooo horny, especially from watching the jiggling gazambas on the girls in her class. God- even that nutty flood victim made her just want to rip of her shirt and rub tit to tit against those massive mammaries. One hand working into her clit, the other roughly rubbing the gabric of the towel against her swelling nipple, Glenda became so engulfed in sensation that she didn't notice that she was changing again. Limbs lengthening and exploding with muscle, even her fabulous amazonian body was dwarfed by her rapidly swelling tits. Both fists dug deep into her sopping cunt, back and shoulders rocking with muscles akin to the hulk, her lightly freckled breasts wobbled with each lust filled thrust, slapping the walls with her gyrating tit-meat, the whole towel rubbing the tip of a trashcan sized nipple roughly enough to make her throat burst with the cries of orgasm. In a shower of glistening moisture, the towel vanished and left Glenda's unreally oversized breast scintilating with the dew of her lust. Kneading as much of her breasts as her sculpted arms could reach, the coach dreamed of the busty girls finding her the next day, of an entire gym class of sweaty women, nipples showing clearly through their wet overextended shirts, pleasuring her for days on end. Flexing her inflated beanbag sized biceps she lifted her massive titties of the ground and dropped them with a smack that cracked the locker-room floor and sent galaxies of pleasure spinning and exploding from her creamy flesh down into the lightly tangled hair of her pussy. Until the next school-day, she'd just have to find a way to use the room to pleasure places on her body she could no longer reach. A face of inconcievable lust rolled its tongue sultrily in the reflection of her vast, wet, twenty foot cleavage. If Glenda hadn't been so enveloped in liberating more of her own cum, she might have realized that that face was not her own. Luckily for Glenda her gyrating body only brushed the blue stitched towl, resulting in her devastatingly muscular amazon growth. Had her flesh lingered along its nubbly textures - she might have had other developements to contend with. But by some smiling power, maybee fate, maybee divinity, the towels seemed to think she had been transformed enough for one lifetime.

The next day at lunch all the girls at the Academy were abuzz.

"Did you hear about coach Glenda?"

"Yea, they say she was hauled to the hospital in a moving van instead of an ambulance!"

"Can you imagine having 30' long 15' high breasts! Oh, yuck! I wonder what happened to her? And in such a short time too?"

"I don't know. They say she was too busy having orgasms to speak. Golly, boobs that big and constant orgasms. Mmm, might not be too bad."

"Eileen, you are a nut!" said Raylina

"Oh, you would say that, cause you are little miss DD. While I am a carpenter's dream. Flat as a board. Maybe, I would like some boobies, and the attention they bring." Said Eileen, who then stuck her tongue at Raylina

"You really want 30' big boobs?" a quizzical Raylina asked

"Ah, No. Some boobs, yes. No, not some, just two boobs. I mean I would be happy with a C cup, hell, any cup, for that matter. Well, I want attention like you. I want a boy to be with me. I want to feel like a sexy woman. Its, just you are so lucky." said a depressed Eileen

"Its not all that fun being as big as me. Its only with all the weird goings on around here that other people are finally the center of attention for a change. You think its all fun having boobs as big as mine? You know what a pain in the ass it is to always have to be careful how you sit in a class or else your boobs rest on the desk top? Last year there was a time where I set down too fast and the desk pushed my boobs out of my blouse and onto the desk. I was so embarrassed sitting there with my two big naked boobs on my desk! I could have died! I have been afraid to wear any kind of scooped top to school ever since that happened." said Raylina

"Yes, I remember that. That was terrible. Lucky, we aren't a co-ed school. I know it was very embarrassing for you, but, golly, just once, I wish I had problems like that! It's just like today. We have got swim class. It would be nice if my problem was I have to look for swimsuit tops that were big enough instead of having to look for ones that are small enough!" said Eileen

RING, RING, RING

"Well, I hope you brought your, tiny, top cause that's our bell to get to swim class." said Raylina

"Yes, I did! If I start to drown will you save me with the big water wings in your top?" laughed Eileen

"Sure, and they are already inflated!" both girls looked at Raylina's chest and laughed. They then went to the gym to get ready for swim class.

Sally and Frankie were headed to swim class as well.

"I am running out of time, Sally. I need to be changed back soon."

"What? I don't understand." replied Sally.

"This change. It's a real change. I am not a guy with a girl's body. I am being changed into a girl. I am starting to have all girl thoughts. If I don't change back soon, I don't think I will want to change back, ever. Its weird, and I don't like it."

"That's silly. All girl thoughts."

"Ok, explain this. Last night I dreamed I was with a guy. I mean YUCK. But, Sally, it wasn't yuck. It seemed good. That's wrong point number one. Then, this morning, I put a porno tape in the TV just to show that the dream was a mistake. Instead of getting hot for the girls, I thought the girls wore tacky outfits, they wore too much make-up and there should have been more story line. That's two. Today at lunch I started looking at men's magazines, but, got sidetracked and looked at romance novels instead. And they were interesting. That's three. In fact, did you read the one about the sea captain. He seemed dreamy, (sigh),. Oh, crap, I just said dreamy and sighed! But, that's not the worst of it." said Frankie

"What is?"

"Yesterday, when you ëcheered' me up, the whole time I...I...I.. pretended you were a guy! I am changing Sally. I can't stop it. I got to be changed back and soon." said a desperate Frankie.

"Look, you said you were close. Maybe after class you can hit the right combination to change back? Its got to be something in that locker room. You know what happened to coach Glenda and that was right after you left. Its in that locker room." said Sally.

"Ok, first our swim class, then hopefully, its, hello Frank" said Frankie

The swim class unfolded as swim classes do. The girls swam, did laps and tried for the most part to keep their hair dry, while trying to get everyone else's wet. After class they were all in the showers. Frankie, Sally, Eileen, and Raylina were the last one's still showering. Most of the girls had already dressed and departed. These four were late because the coach had them do penalty laps for getting to class late.

Frankie was pondering on how to change back, but, the thoughts seemed to recede in her mind. She was washing her huge breasts. The water felt so good on them. She thought back, about how not too long ago, all she wore was a training bra. Then she had grown so big, so quickly. But now the boys enjoyed the big Frankie. Mmm, boys, they could be fun. She let out a slight giggle. Then Frankie thought, wait! I never was a little girl what is going on? I have to concentrate on changing back to Frank.

Frankie was on the way out of the shower. Sally, had just taken the top towel out of the bin. It was a nice clean towel with blue stitching on it. This left a towel with pink stitching on top. Frankie picked the towel up. Before she wrapped it around herself she thought-Hang on. That's it! This is the towel I wore the day of the change. Oh, man its got to be this, cute little towel. Yes, it was this towel that reminded me what a lucky girl I am!- Then Frankie called out. (Actually, it was more of a squeal) "OH, OH, Sally, Sally, Sally. Its this towel! This is the one I wore before. Its pretty!"

Frankie's squealing giggly voice surprised Sally. She dropped the towel she was holding, before she could even wrap it around herself. It vanished then reappeared clean and folded on top of the towel bin.

"So, use it quickly." stammered Sally, as she looked for her own towel. Sally walked in little circles. With her beach ball size breasts, she couldn't see enough of the floor to realize the towel had disappeared. She just kept turning in a circle looking for it, because she thought her breasts were obstructing it from her view. Finally, she held her breasts up and parted them. Still the towel was gone. She gave up on finding the towel. She went over to the bin and got a plain white unmagical towel.

Frankie was still standing naked with a vacant smile on her face and giggling about boys.

"Use the towel!" yelled Sally.

"Use, the towel? How? Why? I just thought it looked pretty. I bet boys, would think I looked pretty if I wore it, maybe I could dance for them? (Sigh) But, its just so cute. Eww, I know, I know, It would look darling on Eileen!" said Frankie as she wrapped the towel around a very surprised Eileen.

Elieen had been waiting for Frankie and Sally to get out from in front of the towel bin. She was startled when Frankie wrapped the towel around her.

"What? What are you doing oh...." said Eileen

Meanwhile Raylina had just picked up the top towel from the bin. The one with blue stitching on it.

As Raylina picked up the towel, she began to feel light headed. She started to feel a tinggle all over her body. Opening her eyes, she saw that her breast were shrinking, and she felt a preasure growing between her legs. Putting her hand between her legs, she found that she no longer had the parts of a woman but a man. her sleek body was becoming more firm as muscle replaced her femail body. Within moments, she had fully transformed into a 6'4" man with a weightlifter form.

Jack woke up after having too much on St. Paddy's day. What the hell, kind of weird dream was I having? he thought to himself.

Meanwhile, back at the shower room.

-Meanwhile, back at the shower room, Sally watched in amazement as Raylina transformed into a reasonable facsimle of Fabio. Raylina looked down at her new body, stunned.
"Wait a minute", said Sally. "This picture isn't complete." She rummaged around in her bag and pulled out a bottle "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter". "Here you are, Raylina", said Sally with glee. Raylina looked at the bottle and said "It's spraaay".

Sally now had Raylina (the Fabio twin) confused about butter. Maybe this would distract him long enough. She pulled the towel with blue stitching away from him. The turned to see Eileen!

Eileen started changing. Her flat chest started a rapid expansion to full and voluptuous. First perky A cup breasts appeared. Rapidly replaced by bouncy B's. Then full C's. Eileen was amazed!

She looked down and said "More, more, make ëem big!"

They began growing faster, she never really was a D cup as she popped right to a DD. The towel was growing tight around her. She had to hold it close as she felt her expansion to an F cup.

Sally ran to Eileen and pulled her towel with pink stitching from her. Eileen started to protest and then stopped when her magnificent body was revealed for the first time.

Eileen looked down and saw what she had so desired for so very long. She stared at her large breasts that were exposed before her. Her small nipples were now 4" across with the nub of the nipple bigger than a large candy roll. She felt her nub's and waves of passion overwhelmed her. She fell against the wall as wave's of passion carried her away.

Sally was holding both towels now. She had seen the transformations. She threw the towel with pink stitching at Fabio (Raylina). "Here, dry off before we shoot the butter scene." she said.

Fabio (Raylina) ran the towel over his body. A strange look came over his face as it returned back to Raylina's. She started to get her mind back. Then held the towel closer to her body. Her curves were returning. Her massive manhood rapidly disappeared as she returned to her former self.

Sally saw her chance to save her brother Frank had arrived. Holding the towel with blue stitching before her she yelled "Frankie, this is it. This one will change you back!"

"Change me back? What are you talking about?" asked Frankie

"It will change you back to a man. Now, stand still." said Sally

"I am a girl! NO, NO, Nooooooo" and Frankie turned to run

Sally grabbed Frankie by the foot and wrestled her to the ground. She covered her with the towel. Frankie at first fought. But, then the towel started feeling good on her. Frankie's female features faded away. Frank was back to his old self. Then he started increasing beyond his old self. Muscles began to bulge on his body. His face grew more and more handsome. The bulge in Frank's crotch was getting bigger. Soon a tent was forming under the towel. Quite the large tent.

Raylina had turned fully back into herself. She stood staring at Frank. "What have you done to Frankie? Stop it!"

"Its okay. He's just been change back to who he was. Just like you." said Sally.

"Mmmm, so, he had a BIG dick didn't he?" said a now drooling Eileen

"You stop that! I am going to tell!" said Raylina as she went bouncing and running out of the room.

"Oh, FRANK!" exclaimed Sally

Sally had been leaning forward over Frank. The towel, that was forming a very big tent now, covered most of his body. In leaning forward, Sally had placed her beach ball size breasts on Frank's face. Frank had opened his mouth and started sucking on Sally's large nipple. Sally, looked down and saw the incredibly handsome man that was suckling her. She was then swept away with her own passion.

Eileen had increasing passions of her own. Ever since she had developed her "hot" bod she had gotten the worst hornies of her life. Now, before her was an opportunity for relief. She ran to Frank. Lifted the towel and put it on his chest. Frank's rigid 9 inches of manhood stuck straight up into the air. Eileen smiled as she straddled Frank and took all 9 inches into her. She began an up and down rocking motion. Eileen too was swept away with her passion.

Raylina had made it to the gym proper. There she found the two wrestling coaches.

"You have got to help Frankie! Sally is turning her into a boy!" screamed Raylina

"What kind of nonsense is this?" asked the first coach

Raylina was still clutching the towel with pink stitching to her body. She had grown beyond a DD cup. She was now a very full F cup. Unconsciously she started kneading her breasts.

"No, I think, what was I thinking? No, it was Frankie. Some towel. Sally put the towel on....Are there any boys around here?" said Raylina

"Sally did what to Frankie? I wonder if Sally knows?" said the first coach to the second

"Shut-up. We need to get into the locker room. Raylina, you come with us" said the first coach

The coaches, with Raylina in tow, went running into the locker room. There they found Sally kneeling before Frank. Frank was laying on the floor and suckling on Sally. The towel with blue stitching was draped across Frank's chest. Eileen was mounted on Frank with a very big smile on her face as she rose up and down. In fact Eileen was yelling, "Yes, Yes, Yes" as the coaches entered the room.

"This can not be allowed. It will upset the master plan." said the first coach

"Yea, looks like we got at least two people here that know too much." said the second coach

"Get those two girls off of him. I'll get him changed back. Then we'll deal with the group of them" said the first coach

The second coach walked over to Sally and gave a strong hit to the base of her neck. Sally slumped and fell backward. She then pushed Eileen back. Eileen fell back. An audible pop was heard as Frank's now 13" manhood emerged from Eileen. Eileen hit the floor and lay holding her crotch gasping for air and moaning.

Raylina's eyes went wide when she saw the size of Frank. The first coach ripped the towel with pink stitching from Raylina's body. The nipples on her now G cup breasts hardened in the cold air or was it her passion for Frank's exposed manhood, that now stood 14" into the air? Raylina darted for Frank. She rapidly, but with difficulty mounted him. "Oh, God!" was all she could say.

Frank attempted to get up, but the second coach held him down. "Hang on Frankie, everything is going to be ok."

The first coach lifted the towel with blue stitching from Frank and replaced it with the pink stitched towel. She looked at the passion engulfed Raylina "Enjoy yourself girl, its going to be a short ride." said the first coach

"Get off of me! Wait, no, I am ...... it feels good" said Frank

Raylina's great breasts bounced with her as she went up and down. The great mass that barely fit inside her seemed to be rapidly shrinking. Raylina started to frown and complain when it disappeared.

"Dick, Dick, I want a it! Where did that it go? Oh, hi, Frankie. Oops, how'd I get on you?" a now blushing Raylina said

Frankie was back. Her body had rapidly contracted back to its voluptuous curves. Huge breasts began pushing up the towel. The coaches smiled at Frankie.

"Are you ok?" said the first coach

"You fell and passed out." said the second coach

"I....I...I... guess so?" said a puzzled Frankie

The coaches helped Raylina, Eileen and Frankie out of the shower and into the locker room.

"You girls get dressed. We have to get an ambulance for Sally. Oh, each of you have a speck in your hair. I'll get it." said the first coach as she touched each of the girls heads with the towel with pink stitching on it. "I don't want to stop you three from going to town and meeting some nice boys."

All three girls squealed "BOYS" at once. Then proceeded to get dressed. Frankie had no problems getting back into her old clothes. Eileen and Raylina were confused as to why their bras didn't fit anymore. Raylina cut the buttons from her shirt and then tied it in front at the bottom. With G cup breasts she was showing a lot of bouncy cleavage. Eileen decided just to go braless with her F cup breasts in her tube top. This display of cleavage got Frankie going and she undid the first three buttons on her blouse. She then lifted her breasts to ensure she too showed a lot of cleavage.

"I bet I get the first boy." Said Eileen

"Ok, your on!" said Raylina

"You can't win if you stay here!" Frankie squeal as she ran out of the locker room.

"NOT FAIR" Raylina and Eileen said in unison as they ran after Frankie.

"I got the towels, you get her" said the first coach as she motioned to Sally. The second coach picked up Sally and they all headed to the wrestling room.

In the wrestling room, the second coach unceremoniously dumped Sally to the mat. The first coach took her own clothes off and put the two towels on top of each other. There was a blinding light. The towels merged into one towel with pink and blue stitching shaped runes on it.

"Its been a long time. I want to get back to my real form for a while." said the first coach

"You can't do that! The towels are to remain separate till the plan is complete. You know what the High Sorceress said!" said the second coach

"Look, this image we are in hurts. I am even starting to think I really am a wrestling coach." and with no further a do the coach wrapped herself in the combined towel.

Sally woke up. She saw the coach go from a 6' 2", 300 lbs wrestling female to a 7'6", 320 lbs Valkyrie. The coach was now a Goddess, with huge rippling muscles, long blond hair, large breasts across a strong chest. Sally screamed.

"So, you dare challenge us with your knowledge of the power of the towels!" bellowed the Valkyrie at Sally.

"No, I didn't challenge anybody. I just figured they had powers and I could get my brother back." whimpered Sally

"This matters not. Your fate for interfering is being decided as we speak!" said the second coach

"What are you going to do with me? Where are the others?" asked Sally

"The power of the towels are great. Let's just say those three nymphomaniacs will only begin to have their minds back after their second or third child." said the Valkyrie. Then she and the coach laughed.

"Before we implement your doom, tell us how you got the towel with blue stitching? It was locked in an enchanted place?" demanded the second coach

"I don't know. I just saw it's effects in the shower room and figure out how to use it." replied Sally

"We have ways we can make you talk." said the Valkyrie

The earth shook. The floor parted. Before the trio appeared a shadowy form.

"WHAT IS THIS AND WHO HAS COMBINED MY TOWELS!" the form demanded

Meanwhile, someplace far away, a man sat typing at a computer keyboard.

"I have deleted a pair of objectional story segments," he wrote, "but in my haste to get it done, I obliterated anything posted to this storyline after midnight on March 19th. If you posted after that: my apologies for the inconvenience; please repost your segment."

The women turned to see the source of the voice. To their surprise, it was a short man, barely 3 feet tall. His long, white, flowing beard and deep, dark eyes seemed to look through Sally and the coaches. His was clad in brown robes with an intricate array of pink and blue runes.

"I CREATED THESE TOWELS TO HELP THOSE IN NEED AND SPREAD WONDERMENT TO THE CYNICAL." The man's voice boomed, seeming to come from the earth itself, "BUT, YOU AGAIN IGNORE THE WARNINGS OF YOUR HIGH SORCERESS. SO I NOW MUST DEAL WITH YOU IN PERSON, AND WOE TO YOU FOR BRINGING MY WRATH."

Sally turned to see the terror in the Valkyrie's eyes as she tried to think of a defense. But as Sally watched, she saw the Valkyrie grow smaller and smaller. Soon fur sprouted across the Valkyrie's body, her limbs reshaped and her nose grew into the muzzle of a dog.

"A BITCH YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN, AND IT IS AS SUCH YOU SHALL LIVE OUT YOUR REMAINING DAYS. YOU ARE NOW THE SCHOOL'S MASCOT, AND SHALL FINALLY SERVE PEOPLE THE WAY YOU WERE AFRAID TO."

"But master! Please, I tried t..." the other coach managed to stammer.

"NO, YOUR FATE IS BETTER THAN HER'S, AS YOU'VE ALWAYS TRIED TO FOLLOW MY SORCERESS' COMMANDS. NO, YOU WILL REMAIN AS THE COACH HERE, AS MY EYES AND EARS TO THE EFFECTS AND USES OF MY TOWELS. I WANT YOU, LINDA, TO REMAIN HERE, BUT I TAKE YOUR MEMORIES OF THE TOWELS, YOU WILL NEVER BE YOUR OLD SELF AGAIN. YOU ARE NOW, AND FOREVER LINDA, AND YOUR MAGICAL HERITAGE IS GONE."

Sally watched as Linda fell to the ground, stunned. As the man moved toward her, she tried to scream. Yet her voice had fled, this was too much, and the world fell into blackness."

"POOR SALLY, YOU HAVE SEEN FAR TOO MUCH. WHEN YOU AWAKEN, ALL YOU'LL REMEMBER IS THAT THE TOWEL WITH BLUE STITCHING WILL CURE FRANKIE, WHO IS YOUR BROTHER. USE IT ON HIM TONIGHT, FOR BUT A SHORT TIME, AND HE WILL RETURN TO YOU. BUT BE WARNED, THE BLUE TOWEL DOESN'T KNOW WHEN TO STOP, SO YOU COULD HURT HIM."

The man turned to the Combined Towel. Trying to add magic to the lives of humans always leads to excess, but these two are too much. He grabbed the towel and tugged the two towels apart again. He looked into the towels, and in as quiet a tone his otherwordly voice could muster, "NOW, FOR A FINAL INSTRUCTION. YOU'LL, FROM THIS POINT FORWARD, ONLY WORK ONCE ON PEOPLE. AFTER THAT, THEY'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO SEE OR TOUCH YOU. IF I HAVE TO COME AFTER YOU TWO AGAIN, I'LL TURN YOU INTO DISHRAGS OF THE APOCOLYPSE."

Both towels shimmered in agreement, and then the towel with pink stitching vanished. The man laid the towel with blue stitching next to Sally. He then vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving the student, the coach, and the school's mascot terrier stunned on the floor.

Then something really weird happened. And then it unhappened.

"Goddamnit, what the hell is this?" cried Phil. "Why did you change the channel?!? This show is too damn weird! Change it back to that cool show about the chicks with the big boobs and the extremely sensitive nipples!" He proceeded to grab the remote and flip back to the appropriate channel, where he discovered he hadn't missed much. In fact, the story continued with...

Sally, her brain still a little fuzzy from the experience, wandered back into the school to look for Frankie, but to no avail - her sibling was gone, apparently determined to ingest as much cum as possible through every orifice she had. At a loss where to begin her search, she slowly walked home, deep in thought, and crashed on her bed - almost immediately asleep from exhaustion created by her recent ordeals.

At about 9:30 the next morning, as Sally was showering up after gym class, she heard a familiar giggling and looked to see the beachball-boobed Frankie bouncing up through the side entrance to the school, clad only in her tattered panties, with a glazed look in her eyes and a mindless grin on her full lips.

As Frankie began to pull more appropriate clothing from her, struggling to reach past her two-foot-diameter breasts, Sally knew it was the time to act. Grabbing the blue towel, she snuck behind her sibling and quickly threw it over her head and back.

"Nooooo!!!" screamed Frankie as her form began to bulk, her chest began to shrink and her crotch began to rearrange itself. "I enjoy being a girl!"

Her sobbing continued even as Frankie became Frank again. Sally timed it right and pulled the towel away as her brother's form returned to normal. She then noticed that, even still, the tears ceased to flow.

"What's wrong, Frank? Everything's like it should be," she asked, putting her arm around her brother.

"No, everything's not like it should be," he yelled back. "I've always envied you, your perfect breasts, your ability to wear pretty dresses, the ability you'll have to bear children, but I could never admit it to anybody - or even to myself," Frank said. "Then, when I became I girl, I slowly realized it was a dream come true. Maybe I didn't really want beachballs hanging from my chest, and in the back of my mind I hated the lack of control I had last night, but I loved sucking all those dicks - all 29 of them. And now I'll never be able to feel right about doing that again. And I'll never be able to hold my child up to my breasts as he suckles nourishing milk out of my breasts. You've ruined it all."

Janine, a new girl to the school and oblivious to everything that had gone on the last couple of weeks, walked into the locker room for the first time. Her eyes immediately went to the handsome, naked boy sitting on the bench. But her heart went out to his tears, no matter what his state of undress, and she looked to find him a tissue. With none to be found, she reached for a towel - and grabbed the pink one.

"Here, use this to dry your eyes. And to cover yourself," Janine said, pressing it against his body. Immediately, his formed began to change again - his manhood retracted between his legs, leaving a vagina. Breasts began to sprout. His hair began to grow longer. His face began to grow softer ...

"No. Not again," Sally said. "Give me that towel, before it's too late," she yelled, grabbing it off her brother. But she grabbed it with such force that she lost her balance, and the pink towel fell softly against her body as she fell to the ground.

Looking up, Sally saw her brother was a girl again - but she at least stopped the process before he became a freak. As a matter of fact, Frankie looked exactly like Sally used to, before she grew beachball-sized mammaries. At least, they used to be that size. As Sally tried to stand to approach her brother, she realized she was having difficulty. "Did I break my legs?" she thought. Then, as the towel slipped away, she saw the problem - her breasts had grown to the size of beanbag chairs and her waist had become as thin as a wasp's! Looking in a mirror, she saw her lips and eyes were ridiculously huge, her platinum-blonde hair trailed down to the floor, and she realized her mind was quickly fading away.

"Quick. Somebody, help. Somebody, help. Somebody ... fuck me. Oh, please, fuck me. I need a man! I need dozens of men! I need hundreds of men!" she yelled, as her voice switched from that of an affirmative woman to that of a silly little girl. "Oh, please, I need cum so much. Take me to a whorehouse and tell them to line up the customers, I'll fuck and suck them all for free for all eternity!!!"

Frankie stared at amazement at his sister. "Wow! She's worse than even I was last night! I've got to do something to help her. Wait! Maybe the blue towel will reverse the process," she said as she reached for the towel, only to find it slip immaterial through her fingers. Then, she had an idea.

"Janine! Grab the blue town and lay it against my sister. But be careful you don't let it touch you," Frankie yelled. "When I give the signal, pull it away."

Janine did what was told, and before their eyes, Sally's breasts began to shrink to a more acceptable size.

"Okay, pull it away, Janine," Frankie yelled.

"What?" Janine yelled back, struggling to hear Frankie over Sally's moaning.

"Pull it away, now!!!" Frankie screamed.

But, Janine was a little late. By this time, Sally's breasts had totally disappeared, and she started gaining masculine features. Soon, her cunt evaporated and a penis and testicles grew strongly in its place. There lay a boy that, with a start, Frankie recognized. It was his old body!!!

"What happened?" Sally asked. "Why is my voice deeper. Oh, my," she said, as she looked down at her crotch.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," Janine yelled as she ran out of the room.

Sally and Frankie both reached for the blue and pink towels, but their hands went right through them, and they realized neither would ever work on their bodies again. At this, Sally began to laugh.

"What's so funny," Frankie asked.

"It's so ironic," Sally responded. "You got your wish, and now I've got mine."

"What do you mean," Frankie asked.

"Oh, Frankie," Sally said, as she hugged him close. "You weren't the only one in the family with mixed-up genes. When we made love, the two of us, I realized I was missing something I had never known I wanted. When I suckled your breasts, when I licked your clit, I knew that I only wanted to make love to women for the rest of my life. Men lost all their appeal for me. I never wanted children or anything. And, after having to deal with those huge boobs, I've had my fill of having breasts!"

Frankie began to laugh with her. "So now what," she asked.

Sally thought for a second, then smiled. "I guess that now, I'll start calling you Sally. And you can call me Frank. And mom and dad need never know the difference."

"That's perfect," Frankie - now Sally - shouted. And, holding each other tight, they laughed and laughed and laughed.
 

Unfortunately, they failed to see that the blue towel was still draped
over Sally's ( now Frankie's ) large and still enlarging groinal region.
When Frankie ( used to be Sally ) tried to stand up, however, it
became very evident.
" Holy! " he cried out, half in shock, half in amazement.
Most of her was pinned to the ground by a pair of balls, easily three
feet across. His dick was draped gracefully over it, all three feet of it.
The blue towel still lay across them, and they both tried to get rid of it,
but their hands just passed right through.
" Roll over, " the new Sally cried, and she helped hoist her new brother
into a better standing position. Soon, he was leaning forwards. and the
towel slid off on it's own, leaving the two standing there.
" Wow. Nice, " Sally said admiringly at her brothers huge three-footer,
and the beachballs slung under it.
" Very." Their eyes met, with a twinkle.
" You were saying you admired the ability to bear children. Want
to experience a bit of it right now?"
Wink, wink.

New Sally looked at New Frank. "Well, I don�t know about that. But I do know that no brother of mine has a three foot penis. So, I guess your not my brother." and Sally began caressing Franks enormous member.

With Sally helping Frank went to a corner of the locker room. They pulled and pushed his giant beach ball size balls. There they began their discussion in ernest. Frank became four feet long when he was fully erect. Sally tried and tired but he was just too big to enter her. Then with the help of some hand soap used as a lubricant Frank was able to enter Sally.

"Oh, Frank, You are too BIG! Pull out!" pleaded Sally

"Not till I am done, I have gotten bigger since entering you. Only when I finish will it be soft enough to pull out." replied Frank as he started his rythmic pumping of Sally

First Sally was in great pain. Only slowly did she even beging to feel comfort. Frank on the other hand was wild. The act concluded very quickly. Frank felt his giant balls move up with his first load. It felt like he let loose a gallon. He couldn�t stop. He was coming and coming. With each pulse his balls and dick were shrinking.

Sally at first thought she would be filled with his cum. It didn�t stop in her lower regions. She felt it fill and expand higher in her body. Frank�s size was getting manageable. Sally breathed a relief. Then she saw her chest and felt other changes. With each of his thrusts and pulses as Frank�s balls and dick decreased; Sally�s breasts and ass were filling out, and her wiast was narrowing. From B to C to D Sally kept growing. Finally, Frank finished and withdrew his now 10" dick with baseball size balls. Sally was recovering. She sat up on her full firm ass. She looked down at her GG size breasts. She reached over and grabbed Frank�s now manageable member.

"With all that soap I used, it ought to be clean after that scrubbing!" she said.

They both laughed and Sally�s large breasts jiggled.

The bloated toothless balding Julie Markinson was headed off to her gym class. She was sorry. She was sorry for all she had done to Mary. Sorry for the way she had been a queen bitch on campus, but mostly sorry that she had been changed into a crone. She enter the gym as a smiling
Frankie and Sally were leaving arm in arm.

"What is a boy doing in the locker room? Oh, my garsh. Sally, I mean, well, Sally. Your boobs they are huge but not anywhere near as big as they were. What's going on?" asked a perplexed Julie

"Let's just say that there's a towel with pink stitching that can help a woman's appearance in the towel bin." said Sally

"But, only use the towel with blue stitching if you want to explore your masculine side." said Frank.

Frank and Sally started uncontrollable giggling. They then walked away. That unto itself was a bizarre sight. Frank in the remains of a dress and a very bust Sally in a blouse that was still way too loose for her busty chest.

Julie walked into the locker room and over to the towel bin. She saw the towel with blue stitching on it.

"Explore your masculine side? What did that mean?" Julie asked herself.

Julie picked up the towel with blue stitching on it and held it to her face. It felt soft enough. What were they talking about? Then she noticed the towel felt furry. No not furry, hair was pressing against it. Julie's face felt warm. She brushed a hand against her face. She had a rapidly growing beard developing.

"Oh, No! She screamed as she dropped the towel"

Upon hitting the floor the towel disappeared and then reappeared neatly folded on top of the towel bin. She thought to herself that maybe if she used the other side of the towel it would make her beard go away. She reached into the towel bin, but, her hand phased through the towel with blue stitching on it. Instead her hand landed on the towel with pink stitching on it. She withdrew the towel and looked at it.

"Your not the one I just used! No, this is the towel Mary gave me before. Sally, said the towel with pink stitching would help a lady's problems. Just maybe you can help me." Though Julie

Julie took the towel, with pink stitching on it, to a toilet stall. She looked at the towel and pleaded how she had learned her lesson. How she would be good to people. That she just wanted her old body back. Nothing more. She promised to be good. She disrobed and wrapped the towel around her naked body. Intense pleasure overtook her mind. Then it started to clear. During this time Julie's beard disappeared, teeth grew back, her hair grew back long and lustrous, one hundred pounds disappeared from her body and her C cup breasts came back. Julie ran her hands up and down her body. Though she still wore the towel she could feel all the changes that had taken place.

"It's back! IT"S BACK. I am me again!" Julie yelled out loud.

Too say Julie was happy would be an understatement. She threw open the stall door and ran to the mirror. She saw her old form before her. She smiled. Mary, the girl that had given Julie the towel to begin with, was also in the locker room.

"If it isn't the old Julie! You must have atoned for your past. I hope we can start off fresh now. Perhaps you have learned something these past few days" asked Mary

Julie looked at Mary and anger flashed in her eyes. "Yes, I have learned that its better to be beautiful than ugly. I have learned that flat chested is no fun. I learned that to get boys you need a good body. And I have learned its going to be great fun to put people like you back in your place. There's a towel, with blue stitching on it, over in that towel bin, that will make girls like boys, or maybe even turn them into boy's. So, guess what Mary? She goodbye to that bod of yours. I'll get my old friends and wrap you in that towel. It's going to be payback time!.....oh, I feel strange" Julie said

Before she had started her little talk the towel wrapped around Julie appeared to be finished. After her yelling at Mary the towel started up again. Julie clawed at the towel, but, it wouldn't release her.

"Help! Help me Mary!" pleaded Julie

"I believe you are already being helped." said Mary

Julie's body began developing. Certainly, it was not developing in a bad way; her waist narrowed her hips widened, her hair turned a platinum blond and cascaded down her back, her legs were very shapely and attractive. The towel was expanding rapidly at Julie's chest. Her once perky C cup breasts were swelling and swelling rapidly. She grasped the front of her breasts. Her fingers were first pushed wide as she tried to hold the expansion. Then her hands became overwhelmed as the breasts grew far larger than her hands. Her hands stated moving away from her body as her boobs grew larger and large. She tried to hold her hands closer to her body but only succeeded in kneading her now huge nipples. Julie let out a gasp of pleasure with each kneading. Just as suddenly as it started it stopped. The towel unwrapped itself, dropped from Julie's body and disappeared.

Standing before Mary was a beautiful giant breasted naked woman. Not beautiful in the fashion model sense. Rather, beautiful in the wet dream sense. The kind of girl you would see in the "F files" posted in the "BE Archives". Julie was now a HH cup.

"Are you ok, Julie?" asked Mary

"I was going to do something? No, I was going to do something. Was it to you? I, I, I, I, I, am a big girl. I am going to find me some boys! Yea, that's what I was going to do. Mmm boys, they are all going to say that I am good, very good! If I have my way I am going to walk bowlegged the rest of my life. No, come to think of it, if I am lucky, I'll be on my back the rest of my life." a very horny Julie said.

"I thought you were going to pay me back?" a smiling Mary asked.

"For what? Did I borrow something? I really don't know. Look, I am going to ditch the rest of school today. You want to go with me? I want to get some sexy clothes and then go over to the college and hang out. There's lots of cute boys there. I am in such an evil mood today! I so badly want to show some boys how good I can be!" Julie said with a sly grin on her face.

"Oh, I would but I have something I need to do here yet." said Mary

"Suit yourself. See you later or not if I am lucky" a giggly Julie said as she picked up the clothes she had left in the stall.

Staring at the clothes she had just picked up, Julie said, "Oh, I do need to shop! How did I wear these in here? They couldn't possibly fit me. I'll have to buy a whole new wardrobe today. Just too bad, oh, too bad, NOT!"

Mary couldn't help but smiling. Julie had turned herself into a busty nymphomaniac with her own words. What better justice could there be? Things were going along just fine. And now Julie had told her about the powers in the towel, with blue stitching on it. She made a careful note to remember those powers. About that time she heard a noise in the back of the locker room. Mary turned around and was surprised to see.........
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

There stood a tall slender woman. She was covered by a high collar robe. There were strange markings on the robe.

"Mary, you have been very busy with my towels, haven't you?" said the woman

"I don't know what you mean." said Mary

"My towel with pink stitching. You have been using it on others to obtain your own revenge" said the woman

"No. No, I haven't. The towel first changed me. Then it appeared to me and said I could achieve justice with it." said Mary

"My towels can play tricks. Perhaps you need to use my towel with blue stitching on it?" said the woman slyly

"No. I know what it does." said Mary

"Or perhaps, maybe, I could just return you to your normal form?" asked the woman

"No, no. Not that. Who are you?" begged Mary

"That is unimportant.....Arise towel of blue and give Mary a view!" sternly spoke the woman

The towel with blue stitching rose up from the towel bin. It floated through the air then swirled before Mary. She ducked and screamed. The woman laughed at her.

"Please, I don't want to be flat chested. I certainly don't want to be a man! I just thought I was doing right. Kind of helping people. Please, stop. I'll do whatever you want. Just, stop please!" pleaded Mary

"Ha, very well it a deal". Said the woman and the towel returned to the bin.

"So, you just wanted to be kind to people? I guess you're filled with the milk of human kindness then." said the woman as she waved her hands

"Oh, my boobies!" exclaimed Mary

Mary breasts enlarged and gained weight. She felt her HH cup bra becoming tighter and tighter. Her swelling breasts rose up and over the bra. She heard the ping of blouse buttons hitting the floor. Her breasts were very swollen and felt rock hard. Mary reached to the front of her breasts and felt a wetness through her blouse. Her bra hurt so much that she rapidly removed her blouse and then undid her bra. With her bra off her breasts hung free. They were swollen, leaking milk and hanging almost to her navel.

�What have you done to me?" asked Mary

"Nothing yet, remember, you'll do whatever I want? We have a deal. Stay there....Where's that bitch of a Valkyrie?" said the woman

In a flash the school mascot appeared. The woman waved her hand. The mascot started growing, the fur rapidly disappearing. Soon the image of a beautiful woman appeared. She grew larger and larger; muscles developed, huge breasts formed, long hair flowed down her back. The woman smiled at the Valkyrie. Then stretched her arm toward her. A lighting bolt shot from the woman's hand to the Valkyrie. The Valkyrie gave out an unearthly scream as the bolt enveloped her. She began shrinking and her form became softer as her breasts and muscles disappeared. She soon was no more than a glowing light. The woman held out her palm and the light came to rest in its center.

Mary had tried to move but was frozen in place. All she had been able to do was get her huge swollen breasts to jiggle.

The woman looked at Mary. She waved her free hand and Mary's panties split apart and fell to the floor. The woman walked over to Mary. She placed one hand behind Mary's head. She placed her hand with the glowing object under Mary's dress.

"You are going to like this. You are going to like this a lot." the woman said as she forced her lips against Mary's.

Mary did not want the woman to kiss her. As their lips met Mary's attention was diverted from her mouth to her pussy. That woman had stuck her hand there! Then all Mary felt was pleasure. The pleasure of her lips being kissed. The pleasure of a foreplay that went on for hours it seemed. The pleasure of extreme horniness being rewarded by lusty sex with a man of the perfect size. There was oral sex. There was all kinds of sex. Then Mary built to orgasm. She went over the edge, she was cuming. She came and then came again. She couldn't stop cumming. She felt the orgasms go on for hour after hour. She passed out from orgasm. Then awoke to having an orgasm. Finally, this wonderful, beyond what she could ever imagine, sex ended. The woman lifted her face from Mary's and pulled her hand out from beneath her dress. It had only been mere seconds!

Mary was trying to recover her wits. She hummed and smiled to herself. Then with great surprise she grabbed her stomach as it started to swell. It grew rapidly bursting the buttons from her skirt. The skirt fell to the floor. Mary stood holding her now, 6 month pregnant looking, belly before her. With pleading eyes she looked at the woman.

"That alliance with Merlin and his three foot tall assistant is becoming annoying. The nerve of that dwarf turning one of my Valkyries into a bitch. Though, she did need to be punished. Perhaps her rebirth will get her to mind her manners in future." the woman said to herself.

"Ah, Mary. You are back with us. Wasn't that sex really good? Oops, looks like you got yourself knocked up. Maybe you'll remember to use protection in the future? It matter's not. You are mine now, part of the family, so to speak. Welcome to my world." said the woman as she raised both arms above her head. This was followed by a clap of thunder

Mary was standing naked in a darkened hall. She held her swollen stomach. She rubbed her taught boobs. She could feel milk dripping down the front of her breasts. Her breasts extended beyond her swollen stomach. The bottom of her breasts rested on the top of her stomach.

"Hello. I am Loki! You will be with us quite a little while. Don't worry we treat all mothers of Valkyries very well. We're just one big happy family. Come with me, NOW" demanded Loki

They walked down long corridors. The lighting was provided by torches. There were sounds of merriment and the sounds of anguish. Mary was not allowed to speak. Finally, they reached there destination. Mary was agoged.

In this corridor was row after row of pregnant moaning women. Only a few had bellies as small as Mary. Most were much larger. MUCH larger. Some had stomachs swollen to 8' in front of them. This was mind numbing, but, not all there was to see. There were woman that had breasts that must have been 30' long and 15' high! Mary felt weak. She started to pass out but Loki caught her. She awoke to see a brace of 15' giants sucking on the 30' boobs of one of the helpless woman. Mary started to cry.

"Cry not Mother Valkyrie. This is a special time for you. You will enjoy the experience of Valkyrie pregnancy for the next three years. During that time your baby will grow to full adult size. There are no baby Valkyries, you know." said Loki

Mary's mouth hung open as she grabbed her stomach and imagined it sticking 8' in front of her. As she did so a solitary drop of milk hit the floor from her right breast.

"Oh, your twice lucky!" said Loki as he started a little dance

"You have the milk of human kindness! You get to nurse! Well, they might get a little over developed depending on who you nurse." giggled Loki as he pointed to the women with 30' breasts that the giants were suckling.

Mary was crying now as she looked at her breasts. They rested on her stomach. A stomached that would swell further in front of her than she was tall. A stomach that would only go down when the Valkyrie she carried emerged. EMERGED!

"How does my baby come out? Won't it kill me? I am going to die!" a sobbing and crying Mary said

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, and NO. A Valkyrie will not hurt its mother. Let's just say that an appropriate adaption takes place at the time of birth. Then the adaption goes away fairly quickly, but it can be a very dangerous and enjoyable time." smirked Loki

"What?" said Mary

"You see all those Giants? Where do you think they came from? During the time of your adaption beware of amorous giants. You'll be fertile and they will fit during that time. Boy, you think a Valkyrie gives you a big stomach! Watch out. But, they say sex is even better with a giant than being impregnated by a Valkyrie." said Loki

Mary looked around the room. There were pregnant moaning woman everywhere. Then Mary realized they were moans of passion. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room. It was now plainly clear that the woman were not alone. She was surrounded by all kinds of sex acts. All being committed by very willing participants. The room sounded like it was in one long continuous orgasm. As much as Mary hated to admit it. The sounds excited her.

"Why me? What's this all about? I want to go home." sobbed a confused Mary

"Why you? Duh, we can't use mortal men to make Valkyries. Wait, come to think of it we could if we used the pink power first. Let me write that down. What's this all about? Simple we have been short of staff since the "Ring" disaster of 1848. Big fire, bad mess, don't want to talk about it. You want to go home? Mary, you are home and once again, welcome to our big happy family. This concludes your orientation. If you need anything, don't hesitate to go looking for it yourself." Loki said just before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Meanwhile......

Meanwhile, in another time and place entirely,

...long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away...