The Remarkable Towel Part 2

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...A strange, reddish skinned demoness stared into a shimmering ruby sphere nestled between her breasts as she lounged on a plush throne, her eyes twinkling with red and silver light. In the ruby crystal ball, an image of Earth swam, then focused on St. Joan's academy. "My, my," she murmured softly. "That pink towel is wreaking all sorts of havoc," she said, tapping the crystal idly, a long red fingernail striking sparks from it.
Her lips formed a wicked smile, as she lifted the crystal and stared into it, the image shifting to an unassuming governmental building across town, and zooming into a meeting room wherein the school board was in conference. The demoness gave a soft laugh, and rubbed one of her nipples, winking at the scene.

<in conference room>

Suddenly an elder, distinguished gentleman looked up, startled, face flushed. "Fellow board members, I think the time has come for us to make a drastic change in our local schooling system and ordinances...we must be more forward in our thinking! This is the 90s, not the 60s! The age of segregation of all kinds is at an end. I propose we mandate that all schools accept and encourage students of all kinds, boys and girls alike. Do I hear an aye?" he asked, his eyes subtly glowing red.

A wavering distortion filled the air, and, though seemingly absolutely normal to all in the room, every member of the school board was now nude, in seductive pose at their seats, and heavily busty nymphs, casually moaning and pleasuring themselves at the conference table. "Oh, yes, YES!" a chorus rang out, before the chairperson made a note on a pad of paper, and the meeting dissolved -- into an orgy.

---

The demoness laughed as, magically, throughout the city, memos and notices appeared to the effect that male students would be accepted without special arrangements into all school facilities in the area...

Sitting forward in her throne, she focused again on the towel, and whispered a sequence of words that seemed to make the air thicken with their power. The pink towel glowed brighter a moment, its power and effects being doubled in intensity, and a new rune appearing in its stitching.

Sitting back, the demoness tossed the crystal aside, where it hovered in mid air. "This should be interesting," she whispered in the dark reaches of reality...

"Right this way," a school attendant said, leading Dennis Carriway down the halls of St. Joans. The attendant looked askance at Dennis several times along the way, eyes wide. She looked down at the notice from admittance still clutched in her hand. Dennis was to be the first young man to join St. Joan's. She still couldn't believe the school board had passed the motion it had. But that was bureaucratic nonsense for you. Oh well. A few students had disappeared mysteriously, the school needed new pupils...

"I'm sure you'll want to get showered, shaved and settled into your room for a bit before supper. Supper is served at 7:30 tonight, there were a few disturbances today that delayed things a little...nothing to worry about, just personality conflicts among the other students."

"The showers are in there," she pointed to a door. "I'll take your suitcase to your room if you'd like, and let you freshen up."

Dennis smiled. "Great, thanks," he said, and handed his suitcase over, headed into the shower. "Good to meet you, miss..."

"Summers," the attendant replied, then nodded and left to take the case to Dennis's room. He would do, she decided. Polite enough.

Dennis grinned and stepped into the showers, looking around. The trip to the school had been a little tiring, since he was from out of town. He could do with a shower and shave. Rubbing his chin a bit, he walked in and surveyed the open shower area. "No dividers," he thought. That would make for interesting shower times when the girls were there. Geez, times were changing alright.
He stripped, tossed his clothes on a bench, and showered a while under warm water, imagining the steamy shower room full of students. Things could get very interesting.
Turning the shower off he wandered over in search of a towel, and picked up a white terrycloth one from a rack, toweling off, still looking around -- until his eyes fell on a towel with pink stitching and a strange, unnerving looking rune stitched into it.
His eyes widened as the rune seemed to draw every bit of his attention, unbreakably, and then...
SLAM, a tangible force seemed to BLAST into his midsection, sending him to his knees, shaking, every muscle and nerve feeling torn, his skin suddenly weirdly numb and odd feeling, his eyes, throat and insides feeling very, very weird. A gasp of wind being knocked out of him, he sat breathing harshly for several minutes, unable to look away from the rune on the pink stitched towel hanging nearby. A crushing, painful pressure built at his chest and hips, while a twisty, wrenching sensation played at his groin.
Shakey, he struggled to his feet, recovering slowly but frowning at the numbness and disorientation he still felt. He dressed quickly and left the shower, looking in the mirror as he went. His clothing seemed loose...almost as if he were shorter.
A brief, stiff muscled walk, and he entered his room, seeing his suitcase on the bed. He stopped, his hands and arms feeling especially strange, and stared at his skin...
...it looked wrong. In some subtle way, it looked too smooth, too shiny, almost like...he shook his head, dismissing the notion, despite the numbness. It felt almost as if his skin were plastic or rubber.
He looked down and saw his feet loose in his shoes, and the frown turned to an expression of fear in his eyes. "No, get a grip...the water affected your clothing or something. All that steam." Nodding, he sighed, and wandered into the bathroom to take a leak.
Unbelting his jeans, he moved into position, relaxing slightly.
KERPLUNK.
Flinching at the unexpected sound, he looked down...
and screamed.

Floating in the bowl, bloodlessly, was a fancy strap-on dildo. His jaw dropped, and his eyes lowered to stare between his legs. Screaming again, he stumbled back from the bowl and out of the bathroom, trembling, a hand flying to what was now a fully feminine cleft, and staring at his skin with new horror -- tearing and pulling, he clawed at his numb skin, tearing it off, revealing real, flushed pink, healthy skin beneath, soft, supple...

"NO!" he shouted, as he picked up scissors and slashed down the center of his chest, the pressure suddenly releasing as a pair of huge, G cup breasts expanded into the air, thumb sized nipples standing at attention, their mass now obvious, bobbing heavily on Dennis's chest, poking out of shreds of plastic...costume?
Moving to the mirror Dennis tore again and again at the false skin encasing real flesh, leaving a trail of plastic or silicone skin shreds, and revealing ravishingly beautiful feminine curves.
A hand darted to Dennis's throat, and he ripped a section of psuedo skin away, along with an odd device that had been hidden beneath, imitating an adam's apple. The difference in Dennis's cries and moans of fear was instantly noticible, as voice assumed a high pitched, soft, sweet sound, no longer deepened by the gadget.
Off came a skullcap, and a shocking amount of long, wavy blonde hair spilled over soft, creamy shoulders and down into vast cleavage. "Oh shit," Dennis said, staring in shock into the mirror, removing a false masculine nose, revealing a pert, cute nose underneath.
Dennis fainted, falling unconscious in the midst of the cheap costume shreds that were all that was left of his former manhood.
Denise Carriway slept in shock, nude, as, somewhere, a demoness upon a throne laughed and laughed...

Bret Smert was one of the newly enrolled boys in the academy. He had heard, from a guy named Frank, all these stories about the going-ons in the locker room. He even heard of how the towels worked.

Bert had always considered his endowment on the smallish side. That blue towel could solve his problems. Late that evening he stole into the locker room. He wrapped himself in the blue towel.

"OK. Towel with the blue stitching, I command you to increase my endowment!" said Bert in a mighty voice.

A voice from nowhere but everwhere said, "WHO DARES COMMAND, COMMAND, COMMAND,THE TOWELS! YOU SHALL HAVE YOUR ENDOWMENT"

A flash of light erupted. It blinded Bert.

The light faded. Bert, er, ah, Barbi stood wondering. Why was she in boys clothes? How did that happen? That could wait till latter. She was here to get help with her problem. She reached for first the Towel with blue stitching and then the one with pink sticthing. Her hand phased through both towels.

Barbi sighed. She guessed she would just have to get used to being over endowed. With that, she turned and her H cup breasts jiggled as she went back to her room.

Tina sauntered into the shower room sleepily, stifling a yawn and wishing for a cup of coffee as she stepped under a shower head and began scrubbing her body, soaping up, rinsing off and taking a moment to look, blinking with sleep, in a mirror, before reaching for a towel and drying off, then tossing the pink towel aside, failing to see the rune sparkle on it.
Walking out into the hall, she paused in mid step, feeling strange, aroused, lightheaded and a hot, erotic pressure building in her breasts all at once. Her hands flew to her breasts as orgasmic fire raced from her nipples and made her feel like pure, seething, hot sex, a creature of nothing but pleasure and need!
Rubbing and squeezing her nipples through her robe, she orgasmed...and with shock found herself stuck at the point of climax, all strength going out of her knees as she crumpled to the floor, breathing rapidly and shallowly, perspiring slightly. "Oh my god," she hissed as the orgasm, not coming in waves but as a steady, gripping, wrenching force spreading through her body, left her breathless and barely able to think. Rubbing her breasts vigorously, she watched as they grew -- then her eyes widen as she realized how --

-- all the rest of her bodily size and mass was being transferred to her breasts! Her panties fell to the floor loosely around her shapely thighs and legs as she shrank, her size and mass going straight to her now huge and ever growing breasts and nipples, feeling impossibly heavy as she was reduced to four feet tall, then three, the doorknob passing above her head, then two feet tall and she collapsed forward, a tiny, perfectly shaped adult attached to a pair of ZZZ cup and growing breasts laying on the floor -- one foot, and she squealed, the pleasure signals from her breasts now hundreds of times greater.

The mystical forces left her, and she thrashed, arms flailing wildly, hands seeking impossibly far away nipples, a tiny, six inch tall 19 year old girl attached to breasts three feet in diameter each sitting like soft, supple, pinkish, perfectly formed and firm beanbags on the floor, joined at her minute chest.

The tall woman in the robe appeared. She clapped her hands. In a flash Tina disappeared from the locker room.

She reappeared next to Mary. Loki ran to Tina and gave her a green pea to swallow. After swallowing it, Tina grew back to normal size. Well, her body did. Her breasts maintained there relational size.

Tina moaned as she looked at her now 20' breasts; "Oh, this is terrible."

Mary said, "At least you aren't pregnant and giving milk."

Loki said, "Correction, not yet!"

It was night, and darkness had settled over the land. Everyone was blissfully asleep. But some things still moved.

The little blue towel with the cool stitching was slowly making it's way down the hallway, as silent as a mouse. It came to a door, and slid itself underneath.

Inside the room was a simple little bedroom, home to one of the new boys who had arrived at the school. He lay on the bed, fast asleep. The little towel made it's way over to him, and slid up underneath the covers. A little rustle was all that marked it's passase to groinal area. Chris, the guy on the bed, smiled, and stretched, feeling very good all of a sudden.

In the morning when he woke up, he immediately felt odd. He knew something was different. He opened his eyes, and the difference was apparent almost immediately.

The bed sheet was lying on the gound, revealing Chris's newly enhanced joy department. His balls were now as big as beachballs, the very big kind, maybe three feet in diameter. His legs were spread wide, off the sides of the bed, to give them room. But taking up most of his vision was his cock.

It was about three feet long, and a foot or so thick. It was draped over his stomach, his chest, and the basket-ball sized head ay almost on his face, soft pink flesh pressing into his lips. The sight of that alone was getting him aroused.

Slowly, his cock began to swell, growing bigger and harder. It expanded, the huge head pressing harder into his face. With both hands, he grabbed the shaft, and manoevered it up, so it grew over his head. His hands were forced apart as his enormous cock got longer, and thicker. When it stopped, the head was propped up against the wall behind him. He estimated it to be about four and a half feet long, and a foot and a half thick. Unconsciously, his hands were rubbing up and down his gigantic cock.

He swung himself around, and sat up. His balls rolled off the bed, and rested on the ground. His legs were spread wide. They were so huge, as he was sitting, their tops were almost at belly-button height. His cock was sticking out almost straight, throbbing and bouncing gently. The sight of it was enough to keep his hard-on pretty permanent.

He spotted a note on his pilow, and picked it up. It was done in blue paper, with odd little designs, like stiching around the outside.

" Everytime you climax, your balls will
grow a foot in diameter each, and your
cock will grow six inches. Anyone you
fuck ( man, woman, whatever )will be
able to hold it in them safely.Use it
wisely. "

Chris smiled. " This could be fun."

* * * * * * * * *

It was night. All was silent. In one hallway, a little pink towel was making it's way under a door, across the hall
from a little blue towel doing likewise.

Chris was sitting in his room, with his unbelievably huge cock laying over his balls. His hard-on had gone down over the past two hours, but it had a habit of returning if he let his thoughts stray.

He had missed a lot of his courses that day, and might miss the rest of them. How could he go to class? when he stood, his balls swung about three inches from the ground, perfectly round. The next time he got laid, they would lay on the ground, and come up to his bellybutton! Not to mention his cock would reach five feet long, and two feet thick. Still, he mused, that wasn't totally bad.

One thing tickling his mind was the note. That line that read "the next person you fuck ( man, woman, whatever )" .....

Man?

It was not until that morning that he awoke with his new cock and balls that he had ever thought about it. Well, almost, he admitted. He realized he would like it, provided they were as.... well endowed..... as he was now.

There was a knock at the door, and he shook hes head. What could he do? It was hard enough to open the door, having to lean way forwards, and inch backwards to open it.

" Chris? Are you there?"

Uh oh, it was Tanya. She was a phenomenally beautiful girl in school, who had shown a bit of interest in him his first day there. What would he do now? He stared as his door opened. Hadn;t he locked it? Too late.

Tanya walked in, and stopped staring. her eyes, bulged, and she licked her lips. " Um, wow. Have a good sleep?"

Tanya was tall, almost 5'10". She was blonde, slim, and with a figure that seemed to defy gravity, a 41DDD-22-31 physique.

" Tanya, I... I... um..... I....." he lost his train of thought. They noth did, watching his cock grow, becoming harder and erect. After a minute, they both breathed "wow."

She walked over to him, and put her hands on the huge head, as big as a medicine ball, or even bigger. It was level with her face. Her soft hands stroked it, as much as she could reach, maybe half it's length.

" You know, you can....." Chris couldn't finish the sentence. He had hardly ever talked to this girl.. How could he say "Fuck me now" nicely?

Tanya took a deep breath, her shirt struggling to contain her, and said, " Um.... Fuck me. Fuck me now." She was breathing hard, like she had just run a marathon. Their eyes met.

Tanya tore her clothes off, and in seconds was beautifully naked. She moved the huge head of his cock to her pussy, and moved slightly forwards. Chris couldn;t see exactly what happened.... some sort of spacetime-warping, but whatever it was, he slid very firmly into her. She gasped, eyes wide, and moved forwards faster. In seconds she had taken him all the way. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, and her ass rested on his balls, which were swelling slightly with cum.

She slid up and down, faster, almost vibrating with desire. Chris could tell it would be short and sweet, feeling himself getting closer and closer to cumming.

" Oh Chris, God, wow, wow, uhhhh" Her mind was being swept temporarily away by the pleasure. She was a being of pure sex. And Chris did not complain. ;)

Chris could feel the final pressure building up, and his body stiffened as it, or rather, HE came. Tanya stiffened, too. As he pumped it into her, her hands flew to her chest. Her large breasts began to swell, and fast, filling with the hot liquid. They grew to the size of basketballs. Then beachballs. Soon, she was leaning back on his balls, because her breasts soom reached the same size as them, almost three feet in diameter, and perfectly round. She scooted backwards, and off of his cock. She stood, her new breasts all but obscuring everything from her pussy to her shoulders.

Chris felt an odd sensation, and looked down. His balls agve a little shake, and then began to grow. They expanded higher and higher, stopping at, Chris knew, four feet in diameter, each. Still sitting ( he had not moved at all during the whole thing) his balls came up to a bit higher than his bellybutton. His cock then gave a shake, and grew.
He also knew it was twoo feet in diameter, and five long. He smiled.

" Wow," they both breathed again.

And yet, Chris felt he was missing something. But what? Surely not.....

Meanwhile, in a darkened room a man sat. Hundreds of candles
flickered around him and mystical symbols were drawn on the floor with blood. He opened an ancient and dusty tome. A book dedicated to magical towels, wash cloths, and dish rags. He Flipped through the pages and pondered at an image of a black towel with silver runes. "The master towel, how I long for the power you willl give me." he said. He flipped a few more pages and discovered what he was looking for. On one page their was the image of a pink towel, on the other a blue towel. "The towels of masculinity and femininity, soon you will be mine! I will absorb your powers into me." But no human hands can handle the towels and be unchanged and both cannot be held by one man. He decided to send out a servant. He took a black cloth off the wall. It took the form of a hooded, cloaked, figure and spoke. "What is your bidding my master." said the spectral being. "to retrieve the mystic towels and place them in the circles set out before me. Tonight I will start the ritual that will allow me to absorb the towels magic into me." His servant nodded it's hooded head and set out into the night.

A lady got out of the shower. Her pregnancy was showing. She reached out and grabbed a blue towel .....

Nancy emerged from the shower. She grabbed the towel with blue stitching on it. She was occupied with thoughts of her baby. How was she going to deal with a child, being only 18 years old herself? Here she was 8 months pregnant and she was still asking that question. Then there was that worthless bum of a father. He denied that he even was the Father. Nancy didn't notice that the towel had rapidly circled her body. She did notice that her water broke!

Nancy only got one or two steps out of the shower room before the pain forced her to the floor. It seemed to come from everywhere. She couldn't breathe. It was the towel! It was getting very tight around her body. She clawed and clawed but the towel wouldn't budge. Then the pain in her abdomen over-rode the pain of the towel. The baby was coming. The baby was coming fast! With an incredibly intense pain Nancy pushed. The baby came out so fast that there was a "pop" sound when it emerged. It left her body so quickly that it hit the floor and skidded across the floor.

The umbilical cord went taught. Then continued to pull. Nancy was still in pain but it had diminished. She looked between her legs at the taught cord. Was that the placenta she saw coming out of her? But it kept coming and coming. Soon it appeared to be 10 to 20 lbs worth of material. And still it came out. Nancy notice what appeared to be bone in the material, at the same time the velocity of the material increased. Now her legs appeared to be retracting. She thought how that didn't make any sense. But, the material kept coming out of her. She thought she must somehow stop this visceral goo appearing between her legs. She attempted to reach down but her arms were now only about a foot long. She tried to put her legs together but the tiny stumps would not move. Nancy started screaming. Her arms and legs were gone. She felt her torso being pulled forward beyond her crotch into the pile of goo. Before she was able to summon help, Nancy's world went dark.

Across from the towel covered pile of glop that had been his mother, the baby rapidly developed. It was growing at an incredible rate. With sharpened fangs it bit though its own umbilical cord. Within seconds he matured into a full adult of 7' 2". He smiled and his red skin glimmered. As he stretched, his wings unfolded behind him. He looked at the towel with blue stitching and the pile of visceral goo it covered.

"To this inside out pile of goo, I say happy mother's day. This be the last nice act I shall accomplish in this world" the demon bellowed as he flew out the locker room.

The goo sat motionless beneath the towel. A foul stench filled the locker room.

In a bar in the upscale portion of town Lisa was primping her hair. She was at her favorite hangout. That is, when she was in the mood for some cheap tawdry sex. She needed a boy toy for the evening, that she could throw away in the morning. She was 32 years old, 5' 4", 120 lbs and a D cup. She never had a problem getting men. She viewed them all just as a means to an end. Tonight that end would be sex. An attractive man sat down next to her.

"Your beauty brought me here. I would like to see how deep your beauty really goes. Can we talk?" said the tall handsome man.

"Sure, maybe I want to see inside you too" said Lisa in a lustful voice.

The conversation ebbed and flowed. The hour got late. Lisa was enthralled with the stranger. He looked very exotic. Just the kind of man meat she wanted for the night. They left the bar and went to Lisa's apartment.

The apartment was a lot like Lisa, easy access but not cheap. It was one of those fancy $4,000 a month jobs with big rooms and even a Jacuzzi. After a few more drinks the two became amorous.

The man kissed Lisa's neck from behind as he undressed her. He felt her full heavy breasts within her bra. He removed her bra and pulled her into him. With her back against his chest, he reached around and held her naked breasts. He tweaked and rubbed her nipples. Lisa gave out a heavy sigh. While still kissing her neck, the man took one hand and pushed down Lisa's skirt and panties. Lisa turned and undressed the man. As his pants came down, she was surprised and pleased to see the size of his manhood. He let out a deep moan as she began oral sex on him. Before she had completed that act, he lifted her up onto the bed and began oral sex on her. Her legs were spread wide as she felt the deep penetrating presence of his tongue. She was swept away in emotion as her hips bucked to life with her orgasm. The man then kissed Lisa up her thighs to her breasts. His tongue lounged and his mouth sucked about her nipples. Lisa sighed as lustful thoughts again occupied her mind.

The man held Lisa wide as he entered her. Lisa let out a deep moan upon his entry. She had never felt a man of such perfect size in her before. She began moving her hips to each of his thrusts. She could feel him swell in her.

"Oh, yea, baby, cum for Lisa, cum for me" she cried out.

"Mmm, you're good Honey, but, not yet." replied the man

Lisa felt him swell within her. He was getting very large. Lisa bucked and groaned with her second orgasm. Though her own desires were now satisfied, she continued to accommodate her lover, who, was now getting uncomfortably large.

"Cum for me baby, cum for Lisa" she said now with a pleading and urgency in her voice.

He was now so large, that if she could have seen herself, she would have seen little droplets of her blood where his enormous manhood was beginning to tear her. His growth and thrusts continued.

"Not yet Honey. Not yet." said the man in a deep voice.

Lisa's hips had stopped their cooperation with his thrusts. She was in great pain. She tried to push him off, but, his body was too heavy. She looked into his eyes. HIS EYES! They were glowing yellow. Lisa screamed. With her scream, the man's skin turned a deep red and wings sprouted from his back.

"Now, that's what I like. Fight it honey. Fight it. You turn me on." the man said.

He was now so larger in her that her cervix had ruptured. His still growing manhood was moving and thrusting against her internal organs. Major organs were being ripped asunder. Lisa's life was coming to a close. She let out her death rattle.

"YES. THAT'S WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR" cried out the demon as he began to orgasm.

His penis was now rupturing her lungs. He began to orgasm. The power of his ejaculation blew Lisa's head off her body. His final thrusts would show his manhood poke its head out through what used to be her neck. In his final thrust the width of his member cleaved her torso into two pieces. A satisfied demon sat up on the bed and smiled while holding Lisa's severed head.

"You know, I shouldn't do this, but, you were such a good lay, I think I ought to share." He snapped his fingers and Lisa with all her various body parts disappeared.

Lisa was standing fully assembled. Slowly her vision returned. She was standing in a large hall. There were woman of incredible breast and stomach sizes all around her. She looked to her left and saw Tina in the throws of a lesbian orgasm with a Valkyrie squeezed between Tina's 20' breasts. Mary, with her stomach pregnant with what appeared to be twins, had a dwarf suckling at each breast. Loki ran to Lisa.

"He sent us a dead one! What is this payback? You, know what payback is; payback is a.... HEY, that ass hole. Trying to be funny wasn't he? Never mind, it still works, but I like the live ones better. Those demons and their ways! HUMF. Ok, look Lisa. You're home now. Enjoy your stay. And I hope you brought protection." and with that Loki Laughed

Lisa was speechless. Mary looked up from feeding the dwarves.

"Have a seat dear. It's a long story." said Mary

Inside the locker room the goo beneath the towel with blue stitching began pulsing. It slowly took form and raised higher from the floor. After a few minutes a 6' 2", blond hair, blue eyed man with a 10" member removed the towel from his head. He dropped it to the floor where it immediately disappeared. He left the shower room and walked to the mirror in the locker room. He looked into the mirror. Both hands flew to the sides of his face as he exclaimed "Nancy! What has happened to you?". He looked down his chiseled chest, past his flat abs and to his huge member. With a look of terror on his face, he grabbed his stomach and cried, "Where's my baby? Where's my baby?".

It was latter that day that word circled through the school of the poor insane soul that they had taken to the mental hospital. It was such a shame too, cause he was so good looking. But obviously this Viking looking man was very disturbed. He claimed his name was Nancy and he was 8 months pregnant!

On the other side of town, on the following night, the demon flew out the window from Lisa's apartment. He flew high over the city. Looking down into the various alleyways and hidden locations he spied a girl. She must have been in her late teens or early twenties. She was very attractive and had huge breasts. As mortals would judge, she would be about a GG cup.

Laying in the alley was Shayne. She wanted sex. She needed sex. Her breasts were still slowly growing from not having enough sex. She had left a trail of lovers turned into buxom women across the city. Would she ever get satisfied?

The demon landed and changed back into human form. He rounded a corner and approached Shayne. He said "Hi".

Shayne lifted her breasts at him. "You shouldn't walk in unannounced upon a naked woman. You deserve a bust in the mouth!" said Shayne

The demon was pleased. He dove eagerly at her nipples and breasts. Shayne's lust was intensifying. Though the demon was "up" for it there was no oral sex. There was no time! Shayne mounted him more than he mounted her. She was on top of him grinding her pelvis into his crotch. Leaning forward and letting her huge breasts dangle in his face. Within minutes she started in orgasm. The demon was excited as well, the more she moved the more he grew. Soon he was beyond huge, his great size filling all of Shayne.

"Oh, Yes, Oh YES!" cried Shayne

The demon grew more. Little yelps of slight pain emitted from Shayne's lips. Yet again she went into orgasm. The demon smiled. His eyes burned yellow. His skin turned red. His wings became exposed. His penis extended to body ripping purportions.

Shayne squealed, "Mmm, more, do me more. YAAAAA"

The demon's member grew even more. It should have been 10' long now. It should have been cleaving Shayne in two. But, all it did was feel longer. Shayne wasn't even bleeding. She merely started bucking faster and faster on him. The demon knew this didn't matter because his own orgasm was starting.

"Suffer bitch!" cried the demon as he came.

"NOW, YES, NOW, oh, wow. I won't MORE!" screamed Shayne

The demon couldn't move. He was held down. Shayne just kept riding and humping him. He tried to rolling over. It didn't do any good, she kept her legs wrapped tight around him and used her heels like spurs to press him against her hips. The demon was excited again. He felt his member tighten. His orgasm came again. But all it produced were cries of ecstacy from Shayne as she craved more. This endless cycle of pure sex continued for three days in this secluded spot.

Finally, Shayne began the most wild bucking and shaking of her hips and breasts. It seemed as if her body would explode. The demon was a tired, uncooperative, but still very hard, observer.

Shayne screamed, "FINALLY, OH, THIS TIME, AAAAAAAAAAAA" and a pink mist erupted from her throat. Shayne started into a 20 minute orgasm.

The mist engulfed the demon. He grew smaller and smaller. He lost all his demon features. At last a new born and then smaller baby formed. This too got smaller and then disappeared in a flash of light.

Shayne rested the entire day. When finally she was able to walk she was bowlegged. She made it out of her post of seclusion. She found herself some clothes that didn't disappear off or phase through her body. She realized her breasts were back down to a DD cup. She bummed a cigarette and enjoyed the deepest drag of her life. As she rested against the wall she thought to herself, "I guess that demon and I fucked the hell out of each other."

In the insane asylum on the east side of town a man named Nancy sat crying. A beam of light shot through the window. It went all over his stomach. Clutching at his stomach he cried out as his flat abs suddenly expanded. His cries brought assistance and he was wheeled into the medical theater. The MD on duty talked to Nancy's case worker. He had a very worried look on his face.

"This is the crazy man that says he's going to have a baby, right?" asked the MD

"Sure, but what happened to his stomach? Some kind of intestine disorder?" asked the case worker.

"No, its all quite normal." said the MD as he shook his head and looked at the ground.

"NORMAL! The guy has a stomach the size of a basketball! What do you mean normal?" asked the case worker.

"No, its perfectly normal. That's the right size for somebody 8 months pregnant. The ultra sound says its going to be a boy." giggled the very distraught MD

The caseworker wasn't distraught. Well, maybe she was. They didn't know right away because she had passed out onto the floor.

The lab technition sat in his basement sweat coated and exausted, but more exited than one would imagine in this worked over state. He looked at the thin receptor string in all it's awe and glory. He merely had to test it now. Grinning with delight he ran to the equipment covering half the basement wall flipping switches turning dials and entering sequencial codes. Ever so carefully he slipped the small metal string inside and old chessy towl from the hotel nearby. Then to his workbench where upon he grasped the controller, possessing a dial ranging from a mere A cup to capabilities above triple F. Grinning with delight he ran with his towl and control to his car and sped to the hotel. Stealfully he slipped into the pool area and awaited the right moment to switch a young ladies towl. His luck was great, she was a tall mind testingly gorgeous brunette, he had to control himself from salivating on the precious towl.
But quickly he was to conceal himself as the all too flat but otherwise astounding brunette emerged from the water.
He watched as his plan corigraphed itself perfectly, her laying to sunbath upon the "boobytrap", as it were, was all too wonderful only climaxing the suspense of the moment. Hand ready at the dial, only a flick of his wrist needed to propel this technilogical wizards magic....

Then the guy nancy took on the shape of a woman with double DD cups, and she was truely 8 months pregnant. The nurses and doctors of the asylum said that she wasn't a nut abd released her to have her baby in a private way.

The lab technician turned the dial to FFF, and the tall
brunette's chest exploded up and out, her bikini top straining to hold tight around her astounding new mounds.

"Patty, look what happened when I dried myself with this
pink towel! I'm stacked! You've got to try it!"

Curvy 5'3" brunette Patricia Farinelli arose from the pool,
water glistening off her DD cup cleavage, packed in a body
hugging one-piece suit. She looked in wonder at Valerie's
huge floating pillows, which for the first time in their
lives dwarfed her own. Tentatively, she took the pink towel
from Val's hands and patted it around her lucious bod.
"Towel, do your magic," Patricia said.

Snickering, the hidden lab tech rotated the dial down to the
A setting. Patricia gaped in dismay as her boobs imploded
to puny nips on a washboard flat chest. The top of her suit
fell off her shoulders down her narrow chest, stopping
around her hips. Flatty Patty started to cry and dropped the
pink towel.

The sight of a tall bikini-ed boob queen next to a short
half-naked blubbering girl with the perfectly pear-shaped
figure began to attract attention around the pool...

Then the Lab Technician, feeling sorry for the lass, decided to make amends by restoring Patty's endowments with a little extra for good measure. He turned the dial up to full, just as Patty dropped the towel. Valerie caught the towel as it dropped and...................
 
 

...and Valerie's tits immediately went frome huge to extra-extra-large. She said, "Here, Patty, try the towel again!"
Patty responded, "No way! Look how small my tits are! I don't want them to shrink even more!"
The technician, noticing that he had messed up, shrank Valerie's tits back to FFF, and for the first time ever attempted his flux-altering silicon controlled rectifier diode, a simple device he had designed to quickly propel the towel in a certain direction. Fortunately, it worked, and the towel flew at Patty and he zapped her chest up to LLL. Unfortunately, his SCR diode immediately overloaded and was fried, leaving him unable to cause the towel to move.

Finally the towel relinquished its grip, floating heavily to the ground, as it was full of water. The girls gathered around it. "Where did the water come from", they asked? The lab tech pressed the big red button on his keyboard and appeared magnetically before them. "The water comes from the sweat of ten thousand years", he intoned. "The sweat of groaning slaves forced to gather milk for their masters...The towel has gathered their labor into itself, and evidences the sweat after it has performed its own labors".

Now, the tech began a slow dance, waving the towel about in the air...
"Oh, a world is only what we say it is..."he sang slowly and melodiously "this towel and it stitching can be what it is prophecied!".

The girls weren't sure what he was talking about, but they felt as if they should join in, so they all danced about in glee. "No more stupid crap about demons blowing the heads off people with their penises," they sang. "And what kind of weird garbage deals with mothers giving birth and becoming piles of goo that change into men?".

"Ahh, you have learned," said the tech. "I go now to monitor the towel's uses in the future..."

He turned, and disappeared magnetically into his office. He sighed, and spoke once more into the girls' heads: "If bosoms pulsate, boys may bloat in the future"

Surely nothing was missing as Chris thought to himself as his new two feet in diameter and five foot long cock was before him.

Tanya stared at him and asked, "What is wrong?"

"Oh nothing, I think," replied Chris.

"That was the best sex I have ever had and now look at my new TITTIES!"

She started groping them and fondling her nipples until a new wave came over her and she was even more horny then when she had Chris. She was getting so bad she started fingering her wet pussy, harder, harder, until she came gushing all of her wonderous juices everywhere.

"You didn't do that when I had you," replied Chris after she was done and he was fully erect again after watching the spectical.

"Well you can have another chance if you want," she replied.

And at that she slowly walked over and slowly mounted Chris again. As before he went right without any problem. She started rocking back and forth and he did the same.

"Faster, harder, faster," she yelled.

Chris could feel his muscle tigtening again and he started to moan. Tanya also felt his long erect muscle tightening again and she started to orgasm. Then she climaxed and stayed climaxing for about ten minutes and her juices flooded all over Chris's cock. Meanwhile Chris was starting to cum and he flooded as well as Tanya. Her chest tightened as before and began to grow faster than before because Chris couldn't stop from coming. All of the cum that was in his newly enlarged balls just kept coming and Tanya's breasts kept getting larger and larger until finally it ended and Tanya slowly stepped back. She couldn't see Chris anymore because her tits were even more in the way than when before. She turned to see what had happened before with Chris.

Chris sat there waiting for it to happen again and it did. His balls gave a little shake and began to grow and expand. They became higher and higher until they were now five feet in diameter each. Then his cock then gave a little shake and started to grow until now it was six feet long and three feet in diameter. He then smiled at Tanya who boobs were enourmous.
*****
Meanwhile at the room accross the hall the pink towel slipped underneath the door and found two beds with sleeping women in them. It slowly went up under the covers of the first bed who was occupied by Wendy who had been at the school for only a month for she too was a new student to arrive.

The slowly came up and then wrapped itself around Wendy's chest. Wendy then got a feel of intense pleasure and arousal.

After the pink towel was done with Wendy it slithered out from underneath Wendy's bed and came over the other bed in the room. It then proceeded to go under and wrap itself onto Kari whose time at the school had not been a good one for she was very homely and didn't have much on the side of breasts. She was often compared to a talbe in that department, but the towel would change all of that......

As the towel wrapped itself around Kari, a pink glow surrounded her. Fast asleep in her dreams, the towel did it's work. First, it started with her hair. No longer would she have dark, flat and plain hair. Her hair started to turn lighter and curl itself. From a black to a brown to a red to a blonde and then to a platinum blonde. Her hair lengthened as it slowly moved down her back to about mid-section. Next, the towel did it's magic on her face. Her brown eyes changed to a beautiful baby blue. Her nose turned smaller while her cheek bones became more defined. Her lips became much more pouty then when she went to bed. Full red lips now adorned her. As the glow moved down her body, it arrived at her breasts. Her pea sized breasts were no good for her now. Two lumps started to appear below the sheet she was under. The lumps started to turn into little hills as Kari started to breath a little quicker.

"Hmmm, that feels good." Kari said from her dream. She never knew what was going on. Her breasts stopped once their peak reached a nice jiggly size, 40DDD. The towel's magic spread to her waist and slimmed it up. Her hips widened to shoulder width. The towel moved down to her cunt and removed her hair. Kari's hand started to move down there as her wetness grew more and more. After finishing up with her cunt, the towel moved down from there and turned two legs into the most sexiest pair you've ever seen. The towel finished with her body and returned to her head. The physical stuff was done, now to the mental.

The glow entered through her nose and found it's way into Kari's mind. The towel was very impressed over how smart and intelligent she was. It was almost dissapointed that it had to do away with this. The towel sent out a wave to her vital spots in her mind and did away with them. If she awoke at this moment, she would just be a vegetable. But, the towel was nice and would give a little something. And that is about all Kari got. The towel's energy left Kari and went about it's business, dissappearing from her bed and appearing back in the locker room nicely folded and cleaned.

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Kari awoke when the alarm went off. She smiled as it went off and the sunshine shown upon her face. She turned it off and stretched, exposing her breasts for the world to see.

"Gee, what a dream I had. I wonder if it can come true?" in her new brainless bimbo voice. "I wonder if Wendy is up yet, I'd love to tell her about it."

Wendy yawned and stretched as she heard Kari babbling. "Why did I get stuck with this bimbo," she thought. She turned to look at her and became very jeolous. Why should she get all the looks and all the guys? Guys don't care about having an interesting discussion concerning the habitats of the racoon. They only care about having sex!

"Hey Wendy? Wait 'til I tell you about my dream!"

"Oh no," Wendy said to herself. "Not another sexy guy!"

"I dreamt about a really sexy guy last night. I wonder if I will fuck him today? I fucked just about everyone!"

Wendy feined listening as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She looked in the mirror. Why do I have to have this drab hair. What guy like black and plain hair? And my breasts? These things are not even the sized of peas!

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Elsewheres on that bright and sunny morning a new charactor appeared in the story. Her head tilted upward Her eyes oepened to reveal silver eyes. Her hair was silver and streithgt. It was three feet long but reached precicely half way to the ground. Her eyes quickly scanned the buildings. What she saw registered in a blank mind. A mind second only to that of god but without any will or dispositions. Without a soul. Her large man like hands rested by her sides. They were encased in burnished silver gloves up to the elbows. If she were to use them they could crush granete. Her uper tors was also encased in a tank top like cover of the same rock hard metal. She had a large crome bumper that housed two 8" globes. around her waist she was wearing something like a bikini bottom hard but burnished and shiny. It accentuated the anatomy of her wide hips and thickly muscled legs. Her legs up to her ankles were likewise encased.
Silver stood there watching the sun rise waiting for instructions...
 

Silver lay on the ground. A large, sweating, fat man walked by and looked at her. He absently munched on a bag of doughnuts.
"Boy", he said. "I never have seen a girl as purty as yourself".
Silver opened her eyes and smiled. She liked compliments, that much she knew already.
"Say that again," she said softly. "Please".
The fat man thought for a moment, then smiled pleasently. "You're very purty...the purtiest thang I ever did see!"
"Thank you very much," said Silver.
She got up and began to walk away.
"Wait, please!" said the fat man. He seemed lonely...
"I grant you your deepest desires," said Silver. She was not magic, but she could alter various ions from the athsenosphere to create certain objects. She did so, then walked away into a large brick library across the street.
The fat man's eyes opened wide and he looked at what Silver had made for him...A huge plate of doughnuts! As he reached for the first doughnut, he sweat with anticipation. "All for me, and no one else," he grunted as he crammed the first doughnut into his gaping mouth. He ate and ate and ate, but there was no end to the doughnuts. Soon he was as fat as a big ball of lard. The fat man grimaced as he felt pressure build up deep inside of him.
Suddenly, his belly swelled up even bigger with gas, and he let out a great blasting fart.
"Hoooeee! I got the farts baaad!" he groaned, holing his abdomen. Fart after fart blasted into the air aroun him, decreasing the pressure within his stomach. He continued to fart, great blasting farts with a stench that wilted the flowers around him.
"Oh, my goodness gracious," said the fat man, embarresed by his gas problem. He quickly waddled off, farting the whole time. 'That makes me fart!fart frt fart fart fart fart! I love to fart fart fart!"

And so the lard man farted off into the sunset, and the BE began again.

Silver began walking down the streets, looking for something, anything, to do. She soon found that her magic-like powers were a wonderful ability to have, as she changed average people on the street into nymphs and adonis's, with a heavy favorite to the nymphs.

As Nancy was strolling down MAin Street on the warm summer day, she saw the oddest looking, scantily clad woman coming from the opposite direction, suddenly the air around her felt staticly charged, and she fell to the ground, unconcious. A few hours later, as the sun was setting, Nancy awoke. She slowly got to her feet and began walking towards the hospital, wondering if she would need medical attention after fainting like that. However, she only got a few feet before she noticed she was feeling a draft. She felt around her stomach, thinking that her jacket could be unzipped, but all that she felt was smooth skin, a naval ring (that wasn't there before?) and an impossibly thin waist. As she slowly lowered her gaze to her abs, something else blocked her view, her breasts (big surprise) were huge, about a GG cup, at least by her rough estimate. The were creamy and smooth, without a single blemish. The only thing keeping the world from seeing them was a small palm leaf bikini. In surprise she brought her hands up to her gargantuan chest, and saw that they too had changed. They were smooth, and without a callous, and had long manicured silver nails. As she was looking down, she saw that the earth seemed slightly farther away, she must be a full 5'10" now, she thought. She kicked out her leg, and saw that it was perfectly toned, tanned, and capped with six inch heels. She tossed back her now long strawberry blonde hair, and feeling a little randy, began to stroll to the nearest nightclub, which was just opening its doors.

need to fix. - delete this msg after fixed.
Tuesday, April 14, 1998 - 7:39 PM

Silver's boots go up to her KNEES. oops. (perhaps a forum specific to this story would be helpfull to help coordinate the creative efforts of the various authors....

Silver groaned softly to herself. She was becoming tired of walking about, even with all the changes occuring in her body.
Entering the building, she hoped for something exciting to happen. Her delicate mind couldn't prepare her for what she saw next, however....
She heard a familiar voice groaning about pepto bisomol.
"oooh, man," said the fat man loudly. He stood against the bar, with a rank odor surrounding his bulk. "I still have the farts and pepto bismol is not helping at all!" With a searing noise, another fart escaped his bloated butt cheeks.
The bartender's face fell as he stumbled backward in disgust.
"Man! Do you ever wipe? Try toilet paper!" he yelled angrily. "If you do that again, I'm going to have to ask you to leave!"
The fat man seemed miserable, yet happy. "I do love the feeling," he chuckled. "I just never have smelled this bad before." A loud BRAAAAAP exploded from his quivering anus and the bartender blasted his horrified fury.
"Get out! You crazy old bat! I don't care how good it feels!" He choked on the stale, warm air, and almost lost his lunch.
PHEEEET! Yet another fart filled the smoky room with noxious fumes. The customers complained loudly as the fat man yelled his pleasure. "Yes, indeedy! I do love to FART"
Silver shook her head as a fourth blast erupted, sending shock waves trembling through the fat man's flabby butt cheeks. As she turned to leave, the fat man spotted her.
"Hey, purty thang!" He hollered, waddling closer to her, "I been meaning to tell you how much I appreciate your gift!"
Silver gestured for him to follow her, and they both departed the nightclub.

Meanwhile back at the School;

"..and that's how you keep your story focused." said Elizabeth the 30ish English teacher.

"But, Miss Jones, what if the story wanders?" asked Darlene

"Its ok for the story to wander as long as all the bits and pieces get tied..... Jane. Jane! JANE! Cover your breasts!" yelled Elizabeth

Jane had just burst out of her blouse. Two large naked breasts were now lying on her desk top. Only Miss Jone's screaming broke Jane from staring at her two enormous breasts. Jane was staring because she had come to class flat chested and braless. It was obvious her braless days were at an end.

In the back of the room a towel with pink sticthing appeared to be moving on its own power.

Silver arrives at the academy:

Silver led the fat man up some stairs inside the night club.

"Gee whiz, where is this purty girl taking me" thought the fat man as yet another fart errupted from his rear.

Silver reached the top of the stairs and turned towards the fat man. He was taking his time as he couldn't climb the stairs that well and his farts coming at regular intervals forcing him to stop. Once he reached the landing where Silver was standing, she opened a door. He peered into the room that has just been revealed to see total fear and arousal in this room. The room looked like a whole new world. Trees blew in the breeze, birds sang, clouds rolled over the blue sky. Silver held out her hand to let the man in. Leaving one last fart outside the "room," he entered. This was amazing! Never in his life has he felt this great.

"This purty little thing has led me to heaven!"

Silver smiled as she knew otherwise. She snapped her fingers and the man started to bloat again.

"Here we go again. Maybe these farts can be louder and stronger this time! Oooooo We!" The man was amazed at his size now. Clearly a new world record for girth, he turned to see Silver waving her hand in farewell. She closed the door and it dissappeared. The man was now afraid. He was about 1,500 lbs now and it didn't look like he was going to fart to release this weight. Panic struck in as he felt his insides start shake.

"What has that bitch done to me?"

The sky starts to turn grey and a slow steady rain falls. Now, not your typical rain mind you, but an almost acidic rain.

"Oh, this rain hurts!"

The rain starts to come down in buckets now. The man has stopped growing in girth, or has he? He looked down to see his naked body. His clothes fallen by his feet were quickly disintrgrating. Suddenly, there was a burning feeling on his body.

"God Damn this rain! It's burning me alive!"

But, little did the man realize that as the rain fell, his skin was burned off. But his body was still growing at the same rate. Therefore, he looked like he had stopped growing, but it was only new skin burning off. The man soon realized that an asshole to the rest of the world shouldn't share his with the world.
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Silver smiled outside the door. He has learned his lesson. Now, to find more...
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The school day was over for the girls and few boys at the academy. They returned to their rooms. One of the girls named Stacy wanted to go take a shower. Stacy was a very uptight, hard working student. She was better known to the school as the class nerd, but she didn't care. When she graduated and went on to earn more money in a month than the rest of the school's students in a year, she would have the last laugh. Stacy wasn't a homely girl, but she wasn't that attractive either. She always dressed in a younger woman's business suit; black pants with a thick white blouse and matching black jacket hid any and all hints of what she looked like. But, she didn't really need to hide anything, she didn't have much to speak of. Her breasts were small, even for an 18 year old. She was beyond the capablity of flat chested, as she didn't even have any nipples to speak of.

She hurried off to the locker room to take her shower....

"Captain's Log stardate 2349.6; we have completed our removal of the Borg infestation of the Earth time line circa 2040 AD earth standard date. We are continuing to investigate temporal distortions that are hitting us with alternative time lines. I intend to determine these disruptions to the time line and then to removal them if at all possible" said Capt Picard

"Captain, we have an initial quasi-temporal reading for late 20th century Earth. Based on these readings it appears to be a solitary Borg causing the disruption" said Cdr Data

"A simple break away maneuver will put us in that time period within one standard day." said Cdr Ryker

"Our analog tracking nodes will refine the transmission location and time disruption simultaneously. Precise location and time of the Borg entry can be determined during our travel to that period." said Cdr Data

"Make it so." said Capt. Picard

"Computations and navigation points laid in Captain." said Cdr Data

"Engage" said Capt Picard

The Enterprise left Earth orbit and streaked to the sun at warp 9.5. Executing a perfect break away maneuver it returned to earth in the late 20th Century. Data placed the starship into an orbit above the St. Joan's Academy.

"Mr. Worf, take a security detail to the brig and await our guest" said Capt. Picard

"Aye sir" said Worf as he left the bridge

"I sense the presence of the Borg. She is alone Captain" said Counselor Troi

"Very well. Mr. Ryker, transport our guest to security cell 2 in the brig." said Capt Picard

"Beaming" said Ryker

"We have the Borg. She says her name is Silver and resistance is futile. She is secured behind the force field in the brig." Said Cdr Worf

"Mr. Data, get us back to our own time as soon as possible. This has been much too long a journey." said Capt. Picard

"Course laid in Captain" said Cdr Data

"Engage" said Capt Picard

The Enterprise left orbit and yet again executed a perfect break away maneuver as it headed back to its own time.

"Data, put us in at starbase 001. Engage" said Capt Picard.

Just before the Enterprise docked, there was a frantic call from Doctor Crusher, "Captain, it seems all the female crew members have suddenly experience an enormous increase in breast size."

"The Borg appears to be drone model Silver AB*29-01.Alph, remote breast enlargement is one of its many features. Captain, we will need to have her but in a level 23 security isolation cell at Starbase. We are in beaming range now." said Cdr Data

"Make it so" said Captain Picard

Silver was bathed in light and then disappeared. She reappeared in a level 23 security isolation cell in the Starbase.

"Captain, it appears that the breast size increase maybe permanent" said Dr. Crusher

"I guess we will have to learn to handle it. I will be in my ready room. Yeoman Baily, please accompany me." said the Captain as his buxom orderly followed him off the bridge.

Captain Picard suddenly started.
"Captain!" shouted a crew member! "We have come upon a distressed life signal in the neighboring village!"
"What kind of life?" asked Picard quickly.
"Human, sir."
"Beam him up! We'll save him!" Picard paced angrily...he quivered with rage when he thought of an innocent human being suffering torture.
"Captain, the human is being beamed up. We request your appearance in the warp room."

Picard strode down the corridor, with Worf and two security members behind. He arrived just as the human materialized in the beams. At first the body was incorporeal, then it solidified. A vague stench seemed to grow in intensity along with the human.
Picard gaped. "My gosh! How fat is this man?"
The fat man opened his eyes. He scanned his body. The acid rain seemed to have stopped, but his skin burned horribly. His eyes were filled with tears, and he wore the look of a wipped puppy, uncomprehending as to why he was being punished.
"Sirs? Where am I? Why do I hurt so badly?"
Doctor Krusher!" Shouted Picard. "See to his wounds!"
"Aye, Captain!" answered Krusher
The fat man was carried out on a stretcher.
A few minutes later, Picard read the report: Male, 45 years old, 1,500 pounds, suffering from third-degree burns. With medical help, his problems should be at an end within the next day. Also, a colon problem has been corrected, ceasing his gaseous outbursts.
Picard shook his head. "Who did this to you?" he asked the fat man.
"A woman, I don't know who! She first gave me doughnuts, then began to hurt me! I was so lonely, I didn't mean any harm!"
"Can you still fart?" asked Picard.
"He can, if we replace his colon muscle," answered Krusher.
"Make it so!!" ordered Picard. "Number one, come with me!"
A half hour later, Picard and several crew members were gathred around a computer screen. "That's her, she answers the discription the fat man gave..." stated Data, pointing a finger at the monitor. I showed Silver, walking innocently down the street.
"It's a Borg!" shouted Picard, horrified. "Kill it! Kill it!"
The fat man's fart power was gathered into a single proton torpedo that was aimed at Silver. At the last minute, Picard changed his mind. "We won't kill it," he decidied, "only take it captive."
The fart power was reduced somewhat, and the blast was fired at Silver. Picard checked his watch. "ETA, ten seconds," he announced.

Meanwhile, back on Earth, Silver strolled down the sidewalk. Suddenly, a smell engulfed her, instantly overwhelming her senses and brain waves. She crumpled within seconds. A haze surrounded her prone form and gradually disolved, taking her with it.
With a hum, she reappared in the ship's warp room. She opened her eyes, and gasped in fear. Surrounding her were about twenty phasers, set for stun. Behind the security guards loomed the indignant fat man.
"That's her! That's her!" he burbled. "That's the purty thang!"
Silver opened her mouth, trying to think of something to say.

"How did you escape!" shouted Picard. "You were in our ship's jail! You are that same Borg that we dealt with earlier. You know, Doctor Krusher was barely able to work around her boobs to save this poor man."

Silver snarled, angrily: "The Borg don't have to give away any secrets! I escaped from your prison once, and I'll do it again!"
"Not so fast!" blared Picard! "Worf, plug her into that electric socket on the wall! We'll give her a taste of her own medicine!"
Silver was plugged into the wall, and she yelled in anger as her own bosom started to grow larger and larger and larger...
"Yeehaa!" shouted the fat man. "Yessir, purty thang!" He farted happily, but the stink had been erased by Krusher's medical tratments.
Pheeet! Braaaap! Brooowp! farted the fat man. The crew was very grateful that Krusher had worked her magic on him.

Back on 20th century earth; the towel with pink stitching on it was..........

Mike Carlson noticed Silver's smoothly calculated pace and vacant expression as she walked down the street. His mind was already making asumptions about the capabilities of her hadware and how they could be used to his ends. He crossed the street and came along side her. "Follow me." His tone was flat and calculated to be an unquestionable directive. If he was wrong he would only get a slap in the face. If he was right and all his fantasys answered; she would turn the corner with him. She followed.

He led her up to his appartment. He sat her down at his kitchen table. She sat and stared into space completely balnk of all expression. He pulled out one of his textbooks. "Read chapter ten and answer question four." First she removed the armor from her arms so she could handle the book well. The strange metal melted into her skin and was gone. She had no fingernails. She opened the book, found the chapter, Spent precicely 2.3 seconds on each page and then pulled a sheet of loosleef out of the back of the book, and a pen out of the koffee mug and started writing the formulas. Her handwriting was second only to that of computerized plotter.

"Remove your torso armor." She complied. "Increase the size of your breasts."

Her breasts grew.

He was smiling broadly. Now he had a Girl who was nothing but a brain that was ready, willing, and able to grow her tits! Mike turned his face to the sky and procalimed "Thankyou god; Thankyou Author!"

Mike's counter was uncomfortably close to the back of the chair in his small apartment. He reached around and pulled out his address book. There was going to be a party at his place tonite!

the towel was still resting in the bin, waiting patiently for Stacy.

But elsewhere, the demon who had lost most of his powers was wondering what to do of his life on Earth...

In a thunderous voice, he thought aloud:

I SHALL GAIN MY WAY TO HEAVEN AND USE THE TINY REMNANTS OF MY POWERS TO FETCH INTO THE FUTURE AND SEND TO HELL A CREATURE THAT SHOULD'VE NEVER BEEN BORN... FAT FARTING MAN, I SEND THEE TO HELL, FROM WHERE YOU SHALL NEVER -ESCAPE-!!! MWAHAHAHAHA......AAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Lighting bolts and fire floated into the air around him as his last wish was granted... he disapeared into a <PUFF!> and went to heaven... to two never to be seen again..... understood?

Back to St-Joan's

He's gone! Hopefully the dumb demon is too...
Meanwhile at Saint Joan's...
The towel had grown impatient. Part of its existance depended on subjects with which to interact. As luck would have it, a young girl picked it up on the way out of the shower. Humming to herself, she dried off her pretty body with the towel, and at first she did not notice the changes that occured with each pass of the material over her skin...eventually, however, things became quite obvious. Gasping, she ran over to the mirror, feeling a bit heavy around the chest. In the reflection she saw...

Four Tits!

with four nipples each!!

Jessica walked down the hall from the swimming pool. She wore a simple one-piece swimsuit, that showed off her curvy but not provocative figure. She'd heard rumors about how those other girls had gotten such huge breasts. Laney had told her that it had to do with towels. "These could use some beefing up," Jessica had thought, as she'd looked at her B-cup breats after hearling Laney's story.
After she unlocked the door to her room, Jessica kicked off her flip-flops, and threw her swim bag into the corner. She flopped onto her bed, not bothering to take off her swimsuit. Jessica unfolded the towel and layed it over her torso. Within minutes, she was out like a light.

* * * * * * *

Jessica was groggy when she woke. She rubbed her eyes a few times and breathed in. She brought her head up, to see two large breasts seated happily on her chest. She guest 48DDD, as a first guess. "Better shower. Glad it's a saturday," Jessica thought, "I'll need to go shopping."
As soon as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, she knew something was wrong. She felt something resting on her legs, almost pressing into them. And there was something else...she could, feel her legs, as if...She stood up with a start and looked at herself in the full length mirror.
She screamed.
Along with her new, normally-placed globes, she had two more pairs of breats on her abdomen and just above her waits. Her entire front was breast. Her knees weakended and she collapsed to the ground crying. "This wasn't what I wanted," she kept repeating.
After an hour sobbing and feeling sorry to herself, Jessica started to explore her new clevage, now running on curiosity. As her hands ran over her breasts, her body convulsed in pleasure.
Jessica searched her closet and took out three bikinis. She snapped the bikini bras around her new breasts, which were squeezed up due to their new size, and slid on one of the bikini bottoms. Jessica grabbed a big, baggy sweatshirt and pulled it on so she could cover her assets and go out into public. She took out her directory and looked through it. She smiled and headed for the door.
"Here I come, Chris," she muttered softly. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad after all.

Suddenly, the breasts that did not belong disappeared, and only her two assets remained.

Disappeared wasn't quite the word she would use but absorbed. Here breasts doubled in volume.

Meanwhile out in the courtyard during the lunch hour between
classes. A readheaded borg materialized. Her eyes too were red. Her name was Scarlet. Unlike the cold and rational Sliver, Scarlet was pure sex. Sex was all she wanted. Well sex and Huge tits. First she did away with the silly borg body armor and the knee high boots. She couldn't immagine what they were for. So with everbody watching she stood naked. She looked at her tits and smiled. At least she had tits, That was a start. In her eyes the volly ball sized globes were the tinyest most insignificant fraction of what she wanted. Immediately she ordered them to grow. She closed her eyes and masaged them. A few minutes later they stoped she looked at the now 16 inch globes. Her cybernetics said that due to a arbitrary restriction placed on this story she couldn't go beyond 2-C and absorb her arms or her legs into her tits. "WHO NEEDS ARMS WHEN YOU CAN HAVE TITS!!!" she screamed. The message went on to suggest that this restriction could be removed by another author.

Still There were things that could be done with a type C breast She instantly made her breasts lengthen by another 16 inches. With her *NEED* for bloated breasts *temporarily* sated she turned her attention to the onlokers. She picked one of the men out from the crowd and charged him. He took a few steps back trying to avoid being knocked to the ground by a huge pair of knockers but that's what happened. She used her formidable strength to push him to the ground and mounted him. She wasn't smart enough to figure out a belt buckle so she riped it apart...

Jane woke up from her nightmares. They had been some bad ones at that. They had Demons, farts and the Borg from Star Trek in them. She noticed the TV still had a Star Trek re-run on when she woke up. Wow, and then there was the part of the dream where in English class she had grown giant tits. Sure, right she did. At least this whole thing about Demons, Borg, farts, Captain Picard and her growing giant breasts had never happened.

"No more drugs and alcohol. I swear!" Jane promised to herself.

Jane felt ill. There is only so much you can drink before that happens. She tried to get out of bed but the room was spinning. She lost her balance. She recovered her blance but fell forward. The need to get to the bathroom was stronger than her need to stand so she crawled rapidly to the room.

While she was crawling she didn't feel right. It seemed as though her chest was swaying. She got to the throne and voided the stale alcohol from her stomach. She felt her chest pushing against the toilet. This couldn't be right? Normally she didn't have her breasts get to the toilet before her.

She sat back on the floor and looked down. She tried to look down but her view was blocked by the two huge breasts that were on her chest! The English class hadn't been a dream! That's why she had ingested that stuff and then had all those other weird dreams.

Elsewhere the towel with pink stitching continued it progress.

Back on Track
Tuesday, April 21, 1998 - 4:49 PM

Jessica felt strange as her extra breasts vanished and her "regular" breasts increased in volume. She looked down, but, being unaccustomed to her huge view, she didn't realize she had gotten bigger than a DDD. Well, at first she didn't realize. Then the pain of her bikini top became suddenly the only thing in her mind. It felt like it was going to cleave her boobies in two. She reached behind her back under the sweatshirt. Before she could pull the string that held her bikini top in place there was a slight tearing sound. She grabbed the string of that top only to wind up with the tattered remains of the entire top in her hand.

Then she felt the pulling on her second bikini top. It was getting full and heavy. "Oh, that second pair must be getting bigger as well" she thought to herself. The pain once again became intense and just as before after a slight tearing sound her hand emerged with a second bikini top. Jessica felt pleased with her new sizes as the third bikini top felt full as well. Jessica fail to realize she only had one pair of breasts not three.

After about 20 min's Jessica was at Chris's place. He met her at the door and had a big smile on his face when he saw the new big Jessica.

"Chris, I have some things to show you. What do you think of somebody with more than two boobs?" asked Jessica

"That would be a bit of a freak dear. Who cares? How did you get this big? I mean I love it, but, are you real?" asked Chris

"Real! I'll show you real!" said Jessica as she pulled her sweatshirt off. Actually, she tried but it wouldn't come off. Her breasts were so large that the edge of the shirt wouldn't expand far enough to clear her breasts.

"Help me get this off. You won't believe what I have under here" said a huffing and puffing Jessica

They tried and tried to get the shirt off. It wouldn't stretch far enough. Finally, Chris pulled out his pocket knife and cut the shirt off of her. It only took an initial slice at the collar then the entire shirt ripped open. There was an audible kerplop as her breasts feel clear of the shirt.

"Well, there you have them, all of me. Three pairs of breasts" sobbed Jessica

A perplexed Chris stared at his girlfriend. She was huge. Her breasts swelled out enormously in front of her. They were easily the size of beach balls. They were so large and hung so low, that he assumed that's why she had a bikini top at her hips that barely contained the tips of her giant boobs.

"Dear, you're big enough for eight pairs of breasts. But I only see two boobs." said a very horny Chris

Jessica felt down her chest, "See, Honey, I have, wait, I have, I HAVE JUST TWO BREASTS! Whoopee!!!" screamed a very happy Jessica

As Jessica jumped, her breasts popped out of the poor overwhelmed bikini top that was at her hips. There was no doubt that Jessica was all natural. Her huge knockers shook and shimmied even after she stopped jumping.

"These are so big! Honey, would you look underneath them to make sure they are the only pair?" asked Jessica

Chris didn't need to be asked twice. He rapidly lifted and looked under her breasts.

"No, just the two in my hands." Chris said as he began to kiss, lick and suck Jessica's giant breasts.

Jessica would have said another whoopee, but, when Chris's tongue hit her nipple she let out a long low moan instead. She had her eye's closed. She was near orgasm. She had a smile on her face.

A very aroused Chris asked, "Well, you look like you want to celebrate?"

"Come her lover!" said Jessica as laid down and pulled Chris on top of her.

Neither lover saw the towel with pink stitching enter through the window.

This could get interesting..... OOhh! OOhh! Look! The blue towel came in right after it!

The towels writhed closer and closer to the pair, but they didn't notice either one of them. Both of them were behaving as if they knew their purpose, and the pair acted with their minds made up. The two moved erraticaly, as both neared the pair. It was hard to guess what sentient life might have existed within them, the way the two of them were acting. Both had a purpose, however, and the pair acted on it. The gap closed between the pair of them and the other two on the other side of the room, while the two of them approached.

Here's one
Friday, April 24, 1998 - 12:55 PM

Jessica and Chris were engulfed in rapture. They had both climaxed. Chris kissed Jessica about her neck as he gently ran a hand across her left nipple. Jessica moaned and said how good that felt. She rolled over on top of Chris and mocking acted like she would smoother him with her beach ball sized breasts. Chris quickly hardened and they began having sex again.

The towels approached the couple making love. Jessica was on top with her huge breasts swaying with each of Chris's thrusts. The lovers were oblivious to the approach of the towels. The one with pink stitching approached Jessica. The one with blue stitching slipped itself below Chris's thrusting hips. With each new thrust Jessica could feel Chris's manhood growing in size. An even larger smile appeared on Jessica's face. The towel with pink stitching poised above Jessica to strike.

The door to the room opened as Larry the art student came to retrieve his chisel. At first Larry thought he saw his roommate making love to a giant breasted woman, but, then the room flashed with a brilliant light.

The towel with pink stitching dove down onto the couple making love. The couple had just begun a simultaneous orgasm. They were oblivious to all around them. Chris's hips were thrusting high enough to lift Jessica off the bed. Jessica was screaming in ecstasy as she kneaded her huge breasts. The towel with pink stitching had been used by Jessica before, so, it just phased through her. It appeared to encompass Chris. But, Chris was on the towel with blue stitching. The two towels met. There was a brilliant blinding light.

Larry was blinded by the light. As he got his sight back, he saw a statue on the bed. It appeared to be made of solid gold and was a life size statue of a couple making love. The couple appeared to be Chris and his girl friend Jessica.

"He didn't tell me he and Jes were doing any posing?" said Larry to himself

Larry shook with the cold. He walked over and closed the window. If he had taken the time to notice he would have seen two towels headed in separate directions. Larry was more interested in examining the statue.

"Well, whoever the artist was got a little carried away with over endowing our flat friend Jes. Wait, look here....ha, ha,..How much extra did you pay the guy to make your tool look THAT big Chris Ol' buddy?" Larry laughed out loud.

Larry looked for Chris but never did find him. Chris was way behind on the rent. Larry was having problems of his own. So, Larry came up with an idea.

The next week a new statue was on display in the local Art Gallery. It was entitled "Woman's Power Over Man". It was from some unheard of artist named Larry.

The towel with pink stitching had done quite a bit of crawling and was now lying next to the school's soccer field. St. Joan's soccer team had just lost to the Northside School for Delinquent Girls. The Delinquent team was walking off the field and getting onto the bus to head back to school. Mary Tindum spied the towel with pink stitching and picked it up. Within two steps she was on the bus.

Mary looked at Bertha Quickspill, the biggest girl on the team at 6'3" and 250 lbs, and said "You couldn't stop ANY goals? What? You too busy looking at their big tits? Here you go, you dumb ox. A sissy looking rag for our sissy player. Thanks for losing the game."

Mary then threw the towel with pink stitching into Bertha's face. The bus erupted into laughter. All except Bertha who was getting very mad; until that towel hit her.

"What mean lost? We won?" said the team

"No the author screwed the story up. The Delinquent Girls lost." Said Mary

"Oh said the team. What a smuck!" said the team

"Don't worry same guy is writting this bit too." said Mary

Bertha would have said something but she had been feeling strange since she had been hit in the face by the towel with pink stitching.

Suddenly Bertha started babbling...
"Bloating boys! Bloating boys!" she gasped.
"I want to take a boy and hook him up to a pump and bloat him up until he pops!"
The others in the bus looked at her, startled. "What is she talking about? What exactly is a bloating boy?"
"I'll show you!" Bertha warbled. She took the bike pump out of her pocket and attached it to a nearby boy's belly button. "UUUNNNH!" Bertha said loudly as she bloated the boy.
"Oh my!" said the boy. "I'm getting so big and fat! My skin is so tight I feel as if I might burst! I'm a bloating boy now!"
Bertha wished that she were a boy so that someone could attach her to a pump and bloat her, too.

Later that day Bertha crossed paths with the blue towel...

After that he crossed paths with a babe with an Mark-5 air compressor.

He was inflated to the point of explosion.

The blast was powerfull enough to break nearby windows and could be heard up to half a mile away.

Back to the big tits!!!

Now that Bertha/Bert the bloating boy was dead, the other people on the bus looked around, confused. What keeps on happening? I'm so confused! Nothing makes sense these days, and characters pop up only to be exploded. Why did Bertha have to die! I loved Bertha, and I will always remember her, even those times when things don't always make much sense. The whole bus cried big tears that bloated out to drip on the floor. They all wore black the next day in a period of mourning. Then the evil man walked in.

the evil man grinned happily. I should be studying for my finals right now, he said, but I would much rather go to this bus. Now if boobs would be present, I feel that we can definately make boys bloat sometime in the near future. Bloating boys are cool
Bloating boys are the nightmare of daydreams. With bloating boys I can rule the universe. I can't help it that I like bloating boys. Why do I like bloating boys so much? Why do I have this need to see boys bloat up larger and larger and larger until they pop? I wonder i there is something wrong with my brain that causes me to enjoy bloating boys that get bigger and bigger and BIGGER. I am the evil man with the master plan. I can land on Dan and say "Oh man". My Clan sits on the can and places a ban on getting tan.

The evil man laughed about bloating boys and decided to go to bed. That evening he had a stoke and died, and hopefully so did this bussiness about bloating boys.

Meanwhile, the towel with the pink stitching systematically visited all of the other girls on the bus. The amount of breast flesh was causing the bus to loose it's structural integrity.

the bus crunched up like a soda can, causing the driver to lose control and veer off the cliff. With a loud boom, it exploded. However, a towel with all the girls on its back flew out of the wreckage. It flew around in a circle, then veered off towards the town. Once there, it flew around making all the girls dizzy. One by one, they threw up. After the last girl had been sick, the towel's duty was done. Realizing this, it landed softly on the ground, allowing all the girls to walk home.

Arianna bathed in the flow of water coming from the showerhead. Her mind was lost in a dream as it always was during her showers. It was how she got her ideas; Her dreams. She was a visionary. She looked at a future where women would take their rightfull place of dominance in world affairs. Today her ideas flowed like the water; fast and powerfull. It was time to commit idea to word and word to paper. She turned off the showerhead and stepped out. She went through the motions of drying herself. Her hands were on her body but her mind was reveling in an alternate reality with her as a goddess while her flesh was traped in mediocraty.

but not for long...

She wraped the towel with pink stitching around her neck to keep her hair from dripping. She would dry it later. She had to get to her keyboard before the words turned into ghosts.
The towel lovingly caressed her nipples. She taped the mouse to bring up the HTML editor to work on her Homepage of Feminine Superiority. She reclined in her chair and brought
the keyboard to her lap. The block of text began to grow down the screen as her breasts grew down her ribcage. Her fingers hammered the keyboard with brilliance and precision.
Her mind couldn't notice the changes to her body because it already percieved it as having the shape it was becoming. She laid out her thesis that it was woman who was created first and man from her. Her busom swelled with the knowlege that ALL men are and should always be in ALL ways the second sex. She then plowed ahead and declared the new feminine world order. She swelled with pride in the masterpiece that filled her screen (well nearly; her breasts only stuck out only a cubit (18") or so and they only concieled part of the monitor). She was indeed a godess. Her task done. The work completed. She closed her computer down for the night and lay the towel to rest on the back of the chair.

Arianna yawned, crawled into bed, and settled down to a peaceful slumber.

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And, of course, the towel with the pink stitching faded from view as she closed her eyes, only to reappear....

The towel with the pink stitching reappeared hovering over the town, spread out as if to best receive impulses from likely players in this little story. And in only monents it found one.....

William layed resting after masturbating to his favorite transgender story. He looked at the ceiling as he pondered his life........."stimulation comes from so many places", William thought...."I am not gay....but the TG stuff is so arousing.........What an exciting idea.......",,,sleep came quietly and gently to William. Which is when the towel decended.

Through a small opening in the window floated the towel. Before decending onto Willian, it absorbed his feeling and dreams, and knew exactly what should come next.

It was Saturday morning, time to sleep in, and no alarms had been set. William slowly rose to consciousness, enjoying the warm feeling of the covers and not having to be somewhere soon. When a certain strangeness made itself known. William felt that his body was different, and no sooner when he raised his hand to feel the unusual weight of his chest did his know.....BREASTS!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!!! With no sleep left in his eyes, William flung the covers aside.... Huge Breasts, narrow waist, wide hips and a "Kissin sweet" pussy made up his first view of the morning.
William, stunned with shock, layed there for five minutes just looking at his new body before he was brave enough to move and touch himself. Willaims breasts were huge and heavy, but very sensitive to his touch. His nipples, long and fat, made for a good starting point to investigate this female shell he found himself in. One hand never left them as the other explored farther...lower.....

"Oh my," Williams thought "It's so new...I'm not sure...all so very exciting..."
He rolled over onto his side. "What an arousing idea...I'm not gay...I can't get enough...never could have thought."
As he sat up in bed, he thought "I don't know...this TG stuff...excitement is hard to fathom...from so many places...They don't know...time to get up"

The great horned one, master of darkness, read the entries of "The Remarkable Towel part II" and grimiced. ( If you have ever seen the evil one grimace, you know that it a "bad thing"). "Humans can fuck up an iron ball", the dark one thought to himself. "A simple sensous story line of big breasts screwed up with ....Bloating boys....and Borg....and rude sarcasm". Enough is enough!!! With the snap of his taloned fingers the E-mail addresses of all of the offending parties appeared in a list on the devils "special" distribution list. The "big Guy" then sauntered over to his linen closet and selected a "SPECIAL" towel, which he placed on his scanner. "This should prove to be interesting reading for those without respect for the story line." Laughter filled the halls of hell as "HE" clicked the send icon...........

Moments later

Wiping his nose on his Teddy Bear, Wilfred ignored his mother's crys to come rub her feet and decided to log-on instead. Being 42 years of age he felt he could get on the internet anytime he wanted to, regardless of mother's wishes. With great surprise he found that he had E-mail. Wilfred wasted no time opening the Jpeg file attached to the E-mail. The picture slowly filled the screen (Wilfred only had a 14.4K modem.) Wilfred sat looking at the picture..........." HHMMMMM, a towel with BROWN stitching" he thought to himself. Just then the towel peeled itself off of the screen and sprang onto Wilfred. He struggled, but there was nothing to struggle against. Wilfred couldn't move...except that he was...... he was getting smaller .... .or everything else was getting bigger. He felt warmer as he began to smell an earthy, pungent smell. His vision and hearing faded but Wilfred was so relaxed he didn't care.

Moments later

Wilfred's mother opens the door to his computer room saying, " Wilfred, You don't know the pain I went through when I gave birth to you, so why can't you come out and rub my feet.... !!!!???" Standing in the doorway, finally opening her eyes, Mom looked down on a mound of feces that had once been her son.....

Many similar such scenes began happening around the globe.
 

..And then a new, freshly laundered, towel with pink stitching appeared...........

the devil felt a rumbling in his stomach. "Uh, oh," it said. "I don't feel good. Must've been something I ate." It walked slowly to it's bathroom, holding it's stomach all the while, as it gurgled noisily. "Oh, man, I think I've got the runs!" It groaned, as it sat down on the seat. With a loud fart, it began dumping enormous turds into the bowl. After a minute, the devil got anxious. "Wow, I wonder why I am not empty yet. I just keep on crapping, and I feel so sick." Soon the toilet was filled to overflowing, and warm feces piled up on the floor, but it could not stop taking a dump. After an hour, the devil had its own turds up to it's neck. After a few minutes, it drowned in its own filth.

Carlos Santara looked about himself as he walked down the hall of St. Joan's, a nervous expression on his face, wearing swimming trunks and a white t-shirt. An erection poked at the inside of his shorts with the excitement of his thoughts as he approached the showers, knowing what was ahead. Just days before, a mystery girl named Shayne had filled him in, appearing out of nowehere and telling him of a magical towel (of all the strangest things, why a towel? he wondered) with the power to give him ultimate pleasure -- by turning him, a teenage nerd, into a lucious ravishing babe. He had thought she was nuts at first -- until she bit his hand and he had grown long, pink polished nails on that hand a second later. A limited demonstration, she had said, and suggested the towel was much better, since you never knew just what it would decide to do with you. Part of the thrill.
Carlos thought about it all the while they were humping like bunnies. God, she was amazing. If being like her were anything like being with her, to hell with being a man.
He'd always wondered what it would be like, anyway...
The door to the showers opened at his touch, and he stared in, half expecting to hunt for the towel. It was laying in plain sight on a bench. No one else in the showers, as it was early morning. His erection throbbing, almost too excited, he walked over and poised a hand over the towel, then halted. He knew he wanted to do it, but would it hurt? he hadn't asked. He stopped and pulled off his shirt and shorts, throwing them over the bench, then remembered what she said. The moment he touched the towel, his days as a boy would be done, nothing able to change him back. A short touch would turn him into a pretty normal girl, maybe a little busty. The longer the touch, the larger the breasts, and the more purely sexual a nymphomaniac he would be. One use only...so which did he want to be?
Everyone else, Shayne had said, had only dried off with the towel or slept under it a little while. It couldn't disappear until contact was broken, and would keep channeling femininity and sexuality into the person until removed...
He knew. He wanted to go further than anyone else, ever. He wanted to have the ultimate body, be...pure sex.

He reached down and touched a finger to the towel, feeling a warm tingling shock -- and felt and saw his nipples puff up, areola swelling already, his erection feeling smaller gradually. He looked down and grabbed his shaft with his other hand, feeling it shrinking, his scrotum withdrawing and dividing...
The pleasure was incredible. Grasping the towel firmly, he squeezed his genitals in it, feeling a wrenching sensation as in an instant a dry orgasm struck and his genitals became thoroughly female, feminine cleft forming in a heartbeat -- then he rubbed the towel over his...no, her, body, holding it at the still barely budding chest, until the heat and pressure behind breasts built, and D cup breasts bobbed and swayed into existence, the feelings from them so overwhelming another orgasm wracked...her...body.
Then she did the unthinkable. She pinched a bit of towel lint off and swallowed it, then tied the towel around a waist already narrowed to the dimensions of the most svelt and sexy girl Carlos could ever have imagined. Carlos's hips flared with a brief pain and then felt unimaginably good and full, a heavy weight developing at Carlos's chest, E cup breasts filling out, nipples and areola still puffing bigger and more sensitive each second.
Tying the towel in place like a belt had an immediate effect. Carlos screamed, pink light flashing and burning behind developing nipples and in Carlos's groin, like pink suns shining inside erotic flesh! Pink lightning and red sparks played over Carlos's body as Carlos collapsed, writhing, caught in a climax with no end to it in sight, breasts surging out, passing through the alphabet in less than a minute. Light flashed out, sealing the shower doors, and Carlos lay helpless, the feeling of penetration after penetration rushing through her groin, the sensation of a thousand mouthed on her breasts, and heat so real her skin burned the wooden floor tiles.

<two days later>

Carlos awoke, dreamily, and stood up. Five feet, four inches tall, black hair, blue eyes, with breasts four feet in diameter, heavy flesh somehow mystically suspended without sag before her, obscuring most of her body but allowing a view of full, round hips, ravishingly beautiful features and a black triangle of fur hiding wholly female cleft. Pouting red lips smiled in ecstasy, pure sexuality raging through her, and red light sprang from her nipples and genitals as she walked out into the hall and made for the boys rooms.

She saw a male in the hallway and blew a kiss, laughing as the student's pants ruptured, his penis growing and snaking like a serpent across the sixteen feet of distance between them, and plunging into her, her toes curling with the force of the orgasmic fire as the man's shaft, at once firm and snake-like, sixteen feet long but normal diamter, glowed, energies pulsing along the length and into her, a look of horror on his face as his scrotum shriveled, muscles and height diminishing, his scream rising in pitch. With a sharp whip-cracking sound, his mutated shaft broke bloodlessly free of him and was drawn into her as her breasts grew larger with the intake of mass and energy, and the man sputtered, his shriek changing to feminine tones as the student became a busty nymph and collapsed, squeezing her breasts and pleasuring herself mindlessly.
"Oh god," the student groaned, orgasming uncontrollably, as she would from that moment for hundreds of years, stripped of all masculinity and self control.
Carlos...Carla...strode onward, where the scene was repeated time and again, her pleasure and breasts growing, firm, real flesh developing lastingly.

Scarlet of borg appeared with nice 16" inch tits. She ran over to Wildone and gave him a nice big bearhug. "You're so smart!" She picked him up off the ground and kissed him on the lips "I just love how you think!"

"urk... Please put me down."

Scarlet lowered him to the grownd. "Well I have to go now, I'm not much liked around these parts but you know you always have an admirer." She blowed him a kiss and disappeared.

Carla shook her head with a smile. "What a sport," she thought. "His characters were savaged by farting men and Star Trek people and for some reason despised by the public. Yet he remains a good sport and has kept his cool unlike some other people out there..."
Carla strode purposefully away down the hall. The bit of towel she has swolled was already working its changes within he...

Chris and Tanya were near breathless. Chris, with his gigantic cock and balls, had endowed Tanya with huge round 4.5' diameter boobs. They stood in awe with each other.

Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door.

"Hello? Tanya? You in there?"

"Cynthia?" replied Tanya.

"Yes, it's me. What's taking you so long in there?"

"Ummm... uhhh..."

"Dammit, I'm coming in!"

The doorknob began to turn. They had again forgotten to lock it.

"Tanya, the bank closes in ten minutes! Now let's..." Cynthia, the 5'6" rail-thin, flat-chested brunette, entered the room. "go..."

Taking in what she was seeing, Cynthia quickly slammed the door and locked it. Of course, it was one hell of a site to see. There were Chris and Tanya, although they were much different from what they had been before. Cynthia was amazed to see the breasts that Tanya had now. Moreover, she was transfixed the 6' cock and 5' diameter balls that Chris was sporting.

Chris knew that Cynthia was interested in taking him on. Maybe it was the look of awe on her face. Maybe it was the fact she was getting visibly turned on. Maybe it was that she was almost drooling.

"Would you like to give me a blow job?" Chris spoke up.

"Me? But... it's too... it'll never..."

Chris motioned towards Tanya. "It fit her. It'll fit you." Chris was making an assumption that she would be able to put her mouth on it, but the note never specified where it would have to fit.

Goaded, Cynthia tried to put Chris's hard, awaiting cock in her mouth. Cynthia was astounded that it slid in easily and that she was taking in a lot of it. She went up and down the shaft. Cynthia felt like she was dreaming. A giant cock that no one would believe, and she was taking it all in. She was moaning with ecstasy.

Suddenly, Chris could not hold off any longer, and began to cum. Gallons of cum flew down Cynthia's throat. Then, Cynthia's body began to fill out. Her hips were expanding inside her jeans, filling them up until they were very tight. Then seams began to strain, then break. She continued to moan as her ass busted out of her jeans, and Chris continued to shoot his load down her throat. Then, her jeans gave up the fight, and exploded off her. When her hips and ass reached unbelievably voluptuous proportions, they stopped, but Chris had not finished cumming yet. So it began to go to where it had gone with Tanya earlier. To her boobs. What once was nothing began to rapidly expand, pushing mightily at her shirt. First, her bra gave a moment's worth of resistance, then quickly gave way to her growing breasts. Buttons flew off in rapid succession as her rapidly expanding chest pushed them beyond their limits. Her boobs filled out until they were 3' in diameter each, and Chris relaxed, having stopped cumming.

Cynthia took her mouth off Chris' cock, and examined what had happened to her.

"Whoa..."

Chris waited for it to happen again, and it did. His balls shook, then grew to six feet in diameter each. They were as tall as he was. Then his cock shook and grew to six and a half feet long.

Chris piped up, "You like it?"

"Yes... Yes... I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me now!"

Cynthia was clearly ravenous to feel Chris' cock in her cunt. She quickly mounted him, his cock sliding smoothly into her. Tanya just watched.

Cynthia was riding up and down hard on Chris' massive cock. She savored the feeling of having Chris inside her as she came several times. Both of them were obviously lost in the sensations, oblivious to everything around them. The feelings were so erotic, they had no reason to care. It was as if Chris got hornier and more intense each time he came. "Harder. Harder. HARDER!!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs as ahe felt Chris begin to release his load into her. Cynthia felt a slight tingle at first, then her boobs seemed to explode outward, growing as Chris emptied himself into Cynthia. The sensations that Cynthia felt as her chest expanded and Chris came were indescribable. When Chris finally pumped his last ounce of cum into her, she slowly slid off and nearly collapsed backwards, since the experience left her nearly completely drained.

Her boobs were just over 6 feet in diameter.

They were slightly bigger than Chris' balls, albeit momentarily. As before, Chris' balls gave a quick shudder, and again began to grow. They stopped at, of course, 7 feet in diameter. Chris' cock did the same, and also stopped at seven feet long, three and a half feet in diameter. No one really noticed that the room was getting filled to capacity. Chris, despite the fact that he had come four times straight, was as hard, hot and horny as he ever was.

Just then, Tanya stood up, four and a half foot boobs and all, and walked over to Chris.

"Oh, no, Cynthia, you're not going to outdo me. It's my turn, Chris!"

Tanya once again began to mount Chris.

Mitchell Wintery sauntered around the corner of a hall in St. Joan's, whistling happily and reading the latest edition of Dragon magazine, eyeing a scantily clad fantasy girl sketch in bikini chainmail. "Mm," he commented, then saw a flash of light and looked up, jaw dropping open at the sight before him, weirder than anything in a dungeons and dragons magazine. A nude girl with four foot diameter breasts, glowing pink nipples and groin, and eyes shining with red light, walking down the hallway. Toward him!
"Holy sh--" he started to exclaim, then felt a sickening lurch and twisty feel at his groin, followed by a rip as his shaft first became painfully erect, then slammed through a newly made hole in his jeans and snaked through the air with lightning speed, plunging into the girl, who closed her eyes, groaning in pleasure. Ecstasy shot along the length of his -- sixteen feet long shaft??! and nearly knocked him to his knees. "Oh god," he gasped, Dragon magazine falling from his hands, a strange thought coming to mind. "Have to make saving throw..." he hissed, dice seeming to roll in his mind...
Every ounce of his mental strength coming to bear, he grapped his weirdly long, elastic, ropelike member and yanked, feeling as he fell out of the eerie girl, and, barely beliving his eyes, pulled in and wound up like a rope his shaft, draping the hot, pulsing tube of flesh over his arm and running, in shock and fear, around the corner and out of St. Joan's through an emergency fire door!
Running, coils of penis over his arm, he fled, jumped into his car and started it, driving away and dropping his absurd length on the seat nearby, disoriented by feeling the seat leather with it. "This isn't happening, can't be happening," he babbled, nearly running someone over, then pulling into a parking lot and screeching to a stop. Staring, he watched in relief as the length began decreasing, his shaft being pulled into him, gradually returning to normal. "Oh thank god, thank you!" he exclaimed, mind awhirl with what the strange creature had been. Nymphlike, but weirder by far. Some kind of nymph for sure though...but instead of striking him blind, it had mutated him. Weird.
His shift finally back to its usual seven inches, he tried his best to close the hole in his pants, and put his hands back on the steering wheel, catching his breath. Then looked down suddenly. The motion in his pants hadn't stopped. "Damn," he hissed, and unzipped, staring in disbelief. Six inches. Five. Four. Three. Two, a one inch nub, scrotum collapsed in on itself and divided, arousal building unbidden, inexplicably -- then he couldn't see what was happening at his groin, as his shirt ripped and a pair of ZZZ breasts exploded into his lap and pressed into and around the steering wheel, the horn honking loudly. He knew what had happened down there though, as he...she...suddenly felt the need to be penetrated, desperate desire for a man inside her!

The windshield exploded, dashboard being mangled as her breasts grew to three feet in diameter each before stopping, nipples the size of coffee cans aching to be rubbed. She was trapped. "Oh shit," she said. "Polymorphic touch. Irreversible probably," she babbled in AD&D terms. "Help! Someone help!" Dignity was second place compared to getting the hell out of the car and finding someone.
While waiting for help, she grabbed her nipples and started squeezing, pleasure surging.

Walter, retired from goverment services for three years, loved to fish....or at least to go through the motions. He would take out his jon boat to the local lake and pretend that it was a Boston Whaler in search of the catch of a life time. On the way to his "spot", he would fantasize about saving people from shipwrecks, delivering precious life saving cargo, but most of all....having a special relationship with mermaids. That fantasy was his closest friend in the Autumn of his life. Mermaids were free and never ending to Walter. Objects of fasination and excitment.
But reality spoke as Walter dropped anchor and assumed his favorite position...feet up, pole out.....hook baitless for a pleasant morning on the lake. To nap and ponder his mermaids..........
Morning yelded to noon as the sun made it's presence felt. Walter had had enough of the sun interupting his nap, so some shade was in order. Searching his boat, the only shade he found was a simple towel. At least it was clean and so he re-assumed his position and put the towel over his face for shade.....never noticing the pink stitching. .... In a moment Walter was asleep.
A little time and many dreams later, Walter awoke gasping for air!!! He looked up into the blue sky but could not breathe. NOTHING!!! Walter gripped the sides of the small boat as he struggled for air. Fear of the predicted heart attack gripped Walter in return. Countless moments later the boat capsized, putting Walter face down in the lake. And in an instant, Walter could breathe again. Ignoring what worked, he swam to the surface. With his first inhale after his head broke the surface the choking returned. After almost lossing consciousness fighting for what Walter thought should be his place, he slid back into the lake and breath and clam returned to him..........
Walter could see clearly underwater, he could breathe underwater, He wasn't having a heart attack,,,he was just underwater and....OK..."I am OK". That thought lasted until Walter looked down at himself....where he saw that his legs were replaced with a big fish tail!!!! Walter's reaction to this almost propeled him into the bottom of the lake, which was 60 feet down. He moved in water like a dolphin. He slowed to access what he now was. Walter still had on his jacket and shirt. Walter reached up to unfasten the catches on his jacket when he noticed his hands;.....small and elegant.......the jacket dropped away leaving his shirt which appeared to be too far forward. To unbutton the shirt underwater took a little time, a small repreve, because Walter had already figured out what was underneath..... ......Walter had breasts....very big breasts....and a tail instead of legs and could breathe under water..... Walter was a mermaid...a female mermaid(the best kind).
As the shirt floated away, Walter began swiming in a tight circle, inspecting himself. He felt the pull on his breasts as he moved through the water. On the bottom he saw his tackle box,..there was a mirror in it. In one flick of his tail he was there, opened the box, and retreived the mirror. Walter then drove to just below the surface where the light was best. He held the mirror up to see his face and in his hand was the image of a young..very beautiful.. girl. Walter, seeing enough, dropped the mirror, and confirmed that he was no longer a he...but a she...a mermaid...free and very alive......Walter was no longer a 67 year old retiree waiting for death.....SHE was a creature of the water, young and vibrant. She exercised her underwater speed and agility by doing a double barrel roll that ended with a 20 foot launch into the air. Splashing back into the water from her jump left her excited for her new state.

Seeing the towel glow, he was now aware of it's power and wished no more that people abuse of it, so she took it with to the bottom of the sea to remain there until someone would finally find it... someone wise enough to wield the power.

It was not long after that some interesting rumors began surfacing about that local lake.......

THE END

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