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Hello, my name is Jessica Livingston. Most of my life I've been unhappy. When I grew up, I was aware of how smart I was, but couldn't find an easy way to apply myself. I saw all my aunts and elder cousins and sisters, and hoped I'd be as pretty as they'd be. After puberty struck, I got an almost-perfect body out of it. My blond hair grew down to my 20-inch waist, accentuating my full, thick hipline. My 5'8" body looked well toned and perfectly curved. But alas, I got no bustline to speak of. My top half was shaped to take D-cups, easily, but all I got was a miserable 36-A. I didn't even wear a bra most of the time. During my high school years, I rarely got asked out on dates despite my cute-looking face. My lowest moment in life came when Stan Fredericks, my only steady boyfriend in high school, was found behind the bleachers during my senior Homecoming, making out with some bimbo with a 38-E bust. My life felt sorely inadequate.

My college years weren't much happier. Despite getting excellent grades (I graduated cum laude) and my first sexual experiences (mostly lesbian), my A-cups still kept me from getting many dates. Plus I'd never really figured out what to do with my life, career-wise. I decided I REALLY wanted to be a movie star, but without the breasts for it, I didn't stand a chance. The months after graduation found me pondering limited options. If only I could get my boobs done; but I didn't have the money for that.

Eventually, at my parents' advice, I got a job at the local Salvation Army, carting the goods to the shelves and answering customers' questions. I hated every moment of it. I couldn't remember where the coffeepots went, or how much to charge for Danielle "My photo's on the back cover" Steele's or John "The lawyer should always sleep with his client" Grisham's novels. And every two hours, it seemed like some dumb customer needed to know where the bathroom was. I even had to work weekends! On top of that, I didn't have any hope of a future. There was zip chance of a promotion or finding a better job in my small Midwestern hometown, and working for a nonprofit organization left me exempt from minimum-wage laws. I was stranded high and dry; the only things keeping me from killing myself were the hope of coming across some interesting trinket that could solve my dilemma, and Marjorie Smith. Marj had been my best friend since elementary school, and we'd done nearly everything together. She had shoulder-length brown hair, a trim waist, flaring hips, and my cursedly-small A-cup chest. In fact, if it weren't for the different hair color, we could be mistaken for twins. Most of my lesbian experiences in college had been with her; she was fun to practice with. Marj even joined me in the Salvation Army, behind the cashier's register. She hated the job as much as I did, and wanted to star in those films with me. Every night I prayed that to God that our breasts would be enlarged to the movie industry's satisfaction.

One morning I found an unusual item in the donation bin. It looked like a metal covering for the breasts, like those fat Viking ladies would wear. I tried to figure out just what it was, but it didn't come with instructions. My only hint was the phrase "Wish Bra" written over the areolas. After pricing it at $2.95, I had to wait a day to buy it (company rules). Even though I did the job as best I could that afternoon, I couldn't get the Wish Bra off my mind, and asked Marj about it.

"I don't know, Jess," she told me, "I've never seen anything like it."

"Then why don't we buy it tomorrow, and then try it out after work?"

"Sure. Whatever it is, that Wish Bra'll sure beat the hell out of this crappy job. In fact, if it's what I hope it is, we may never need to work at this dump again!" That kept my hopes up for the rest of the day, and quitting time flew by quickly. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice the Bra.

That night I had trouble getting to sleep; I got to 10,000 sheep without a wink. That Bra filled all my thoughts, almost to madness. What was it? How did it get to the Salvation Army? And how come finding it almost felt like a religious experience? It was as if the bra had been donated just so I could find it. Marj and I seemed destined to benefit from its effects.

The big day came, and I was a nervous wreck. I couldn't help dropping things, and I must have broken six glasses before lunchtime. I was too preoccupied to answer any customers' questions about where to find flatware, or how much for the teddy bears. It was so bad, I even made little Crystal Flanders cry her heart out. There's no way the Bunion County Salvation Army would allow me to stay on the job after distressing that spoiled brat. Her father was the mayor, and no way would he let his 4-year-old precious get scared by a 23-year-old weirdo. The management never liked me anyway, and this gave them an easy excuse to fire me. Marj quit in protest, and we were now free to purchase the mysterious bra and use it.

It was only 2:35, so we decided to go to Marj's house. Her dad the minister spent the whole day at church. Her mom assisted Mr. Gluckman in the town drugstore, so we'd have the house to ourselves that afternoon. Besides, my mom was the town gossip, and the town already thought we were sinners for wanting to be glamourous movie stars, so we wanted to keep it secret as long as possible. When we got to Marj's room, I put the bra on. Nothing happened.

"Damn! I wish I knew how this sucker worked!" I yelled. Suddenly, green smoke swirled out of the Wish Bra and filled the room. It slowly disappeared, until we saw the most beautiful woman we'd ever seen. She had long blond hair, wore a pointed metal hat with horns and a Wish Bra of her own, sported a crude animal-skin coat and the most curvaceous body either of us had ever seen, and had the largest boobs we'd ever imagined possible.

"I am Frigg, Norse Goddess of beauty," she explained. "I have waited in that bra for hundreds of years. Little did anyone know of its true powers. All you need do is put it on and wish for anything, and it shall be granted. The three things you most desire in life shall be yours! So choose wisely."

Marj quickly grabbed the Wish Bra, and tried it out on her own. "I wish we could beat this one-horse town and go to Hollywood, the film capital of the world."

"Your wish shall be granted, ambitious one," Frigg told us. She inhaled, touched her fingers to her thimble-sized nipples, and then exhaled. Suddenly we were no longer in Prairie Junction, but smack dab at the corner of Hollywood and Vine!

"Damn!" I yelled. "This thing works!"

"Well, what we really need is money, Jess. I wish Jess and I each had fifty thousand dollars in cash right now."

Frigg inhaled, fingered her nipples, and exhaled. Marj and I checked our purses. They were full of hundred dollar bills!

"Holy frijole, Jess! We're rich!" Marj told me. "Now we can buy a whole new wardrobe and see the sights of Los Angeles."

"Let me try." I put the Wish Bra on and asked Frigg, "I wish that Marj and I had extremely large breasts. Even bigger than yours, if possible."

"A tall order, young lady, but it shall be yours," Frigg told us. She took a deep breath in, rubbed her nipples for several minutes, and released her breath slowly. "Your breasts shall grow for the rest of the day. At midnight, your bosoms will stop growing. If you fiddle with your nipples, they will grow faster, but don't touch them for more than five minutes at a time if you don't want your remaining wishes invalidated. I have granted you each two wishes, so you both have a wish left. I shall come back later, to grant your requests. Valhalla needs me." Then a cloud of purple smoke came from the Wish Bra, and as it quickly faded, Frigg was gone.

"What do we do now, Jess?" Marj asked me.

"Let's let our tits expand first, and then we'll ask for more wishes. In the meantime, let's have fun and tour the studios!" I could hardly contain my excitement. Marj and I would finally have boobs!

First we toured Paramount. Since our �mounts' would soon be among the biggest in town, we felt it was appropriate. Just as we entered the lot, Marj and I noticed our breasts starting to grow. They were easily C cups by the time we left. As we saw Warner Brothers, we started getting attention from the men in our group. (Just one of the benefits of being chesty, I realized.) When our second studio tour was done, our mams had inflated to the size of cantaloupes and Marj and I were both feeling hornier. The sun had just set, so there was no more time for studio touring today. Besides, if our sex drives continued to kick in at their current rates, we'd never be able to go an hour without fingering ourselves.

"Our blouses will give out soon, Jess. Let's go shopping for new outfits."

"We'll definitely need them when the day's done, Marj" I exclaimed in agreement. "I didn't think our tits would get this huge, certainly not this long before midnight."

And so, after fingering our dripping-wet crotches for relief, we visited Sears, Macy's, and Victoria's Secret. Each time we left a store, our boobs had expanded so much, we needed all-new outfits. Our breasts were the size of volleyballs when we left Sears, basketballs when we left Macy's, and watermelons when we left Victoria's Secret. (At least our panties still fit!) At each store, the clerks were astounded to watch our breasts increase in size while they were being measured. We figured we'd only be able to wear maternity dresses now, assuming we could ever walk again. Even though we were now horny as hell, the strain on our backs was killing us! Our ridiculously large boobs made reaching for our pussies impossible. And our vastly-increased mammary glands couldn't have fit into the Wish Bra if we'd hacked them to pieces and rearranged them. Still, I had an idea. I put on the Wish Bra (as much as I possibly could, anyway), and said, "I wish our backs and bodies could support our still-increasing boobs."

After the green smoke faded, Frigg reappeared. She must have been taking a bath when we summoned her, because she was naked, wet, and soapy. "How dare you invade my privacy! Still, a deal's a deal, so I shall grant your wish, your fussiness." She inhaled, fingered her uncovered nipples, and exhaled. Suddenly Marj and I felt the pain go away. We could walk again, and our backs felt strong enough to support our still-expanding tits. They even swayed firmly, back and forth, without the need for a bra. Marj and I have never worn a bra since then. The purple smoke fogged up Frigg, then she disappeared as quickly as she'd arrived.

By now it was past 10 o'clock. Marj told me, "Hey, Jess, remember when Frigg said rubbing our nipples would cause our breasts to grow even faster? We haven't tried it yet, so how about now?"

"Let's go for it," I eagerly responded.

We didn't want to get arrested, so we looked for the nearest motel. Men were ogling and drooling at us the whole way, but we'd gotten used to that by now. In fact, we kind of enjoyed it, and knew we HAD to be movie stars as soon as possible. It was our destiny. After looking for about half an hour, we found this seedy little motel on Sunset Avenue. (The red-light district, I realized.) The fat, balding gentleman behind the counter was obviously used to men checking in for nights of ecstasy with a slutty-looking woman, but still couldn't keep his eyes off our tits, which by now measured two feet in diameter and were still expanding.

"Well, em, er, ladies, would the, er, four, no, two of yous like a room for the night?" he stumbled out of his lips.

"No, thanks, two hours will be enough," Marj told him. After we signed the guest book, she gave him the rest of our money. "Keep the change."

"Thanks very much," he told us. Almost under his breath, he muttered, "I've gotta get me a photo to remember those tits."

We entered room 12, and got down to business. Since it was already 11, we had no time to lose. Marj rubbed my swollen boobs until I bursted my crotch. Then I teased her seven-inch long nipples until she shivered with orgasmic delight. By now, our breasts entirely covered the front half of our torsos and still expanded. Soon we'd be unable to finger ourselves!

The large size of our nipples gave me an idea. I raised my boobs (well, more rotated) until my nipple entered my long, slender lips. I suckled at my own tits until my mouth was overflowing with my own milk. Marj did the same, and watching her made me even hornier. Now I placed my nine-inch teat into her cunthole, which by now was almost entirely coated with her own boobs. I fucked her with my personal dildo until we both came multiple times. She then nipple-fucked me, with the same results. Despite our passionate lust for each other, Marj and I were careful not to finger our breasts too long, lest Marj lose her last wish. By five minutes to midnight, our breasts were larger than the rest of us. With so little time left, we were free to finger our nipples as long as we wanted without worrying about Frigg's warning. And we wanted to, since that would let our mammoth mounds grow even faster. We spent the last minutes under the spell rubbing each others' teats and moaning loud enough to raise the dead. (Or at least wake up all the renters.) When we finished, we just sat back and stared at the size of our boobs. They were humongous! There was no way we'd ever fit into any outfit, ever again. Our breasts just stood out there, like seven-foot-long torpedoes and 12-inch nipples. (We now had teats that were feet, har har.) They were so big, they sagged to the ground and almost filled our range of vision. Our areolae were as large as trash can lids, and as dark as adobe. Our arms were now basically useless.

"How'll we ever leave this room?" I cried. "We'll never fit through the door!"

"Don't worry, Jess," Marj told me. "We'll just throw our breasts to our sides, and go through the door sideways. Then our mammoth mams can go through one at a time, and we should just fit." We made it out just as our 2-hour lease expired. It wasn't easy moving around in that room; our tits kept hitting the walls and furniture, not to mention each other.

Marj noticed we were still naked; none of our old outfits would even cover our boobs now. She took the Wish Bra and made our final wish. "I wish that we never had to wear clothes again."

Frigg showed up, with the usual fanfare. She did that sexy nipple-touching routine of hers, and disappeared in a puff of purple smoke. "I hope you enjoy your new life," she said as she left us for the last time. We sure have.

The moment she finished speaking those words, a member of the city council walked up to us and informed us of a new law. It seems the motel manager phoned him about our troubles, and thought it would be much easier on us if we just wandered around naked. The manager remembered our names from the register, took a picture of us while we found our room, and got an emergency session of the council to agree unanimously that we could walk around nude without any fear of arrest.

After selling the now-useless Wish Bra to the local Salvation Army (hey, if it happened to us, it could happen to someone else), we went back to our Sunset Avenue motel, on a whim. As luck would have it, a top adult film producer had been staying at our hotel that night and noticed us. With all the commotion in our room, how couldn't he? We were signed on the spot, and we started making those movies we'd always wanted to do. We just never thought they'd be porn flicks!

That was three years ago. Today Marj and I are two of the biggest draws in the industry. You probably know us better as the Toppsy Twins. I call myself Flopsy Toppsy, while Marj goes by the name Mopsy Toppsy. Our first film was called, unsurprisingly, "The Biggest Boobs in the Universe." Other popular films of ours include "The Toppsy Twins in Dickland," "The Leaders of the Lesbian Commandoes," and "Norwegian Mammaries." (That last one, a sentimental return to the concepts of Norse mythology that got us our knockers, was Marj's idea. She's so clever.) Last year, The Guinness Book of World Records recognized us as the all-time champs. We doubt anyone will ever pass us. And right now, we're working on our next movie. I plan on calling it "The True Tale of Peter Rabbit," and we'll be there with tush-heavy Betty Butt as Cottontail, and Richard "Dick" Pushkin, owner of a mammoth 13-inch prick, as Peter. All of us get plenty of action, and it'll be a two-hour orgy of every sexual act imaginable. Doesn't it sound wonderful? And we owe it all to that Wish Bra. If you ever see it in your local Salvation Army, BUY IT! You'll be glad you did.

THE END