Half a lager sat on the table in front of him.

Idly he began to doddle in the dust on the table.

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He wrote in it

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After a while a bar-person walked over, glared at him, and rubbed it out with a cloth.

Simon was bored.

A couple of weeks ago, he had managed to invent a machine to increase the size of female mammary glands. Unfortunately the resulting... erm... miscalculation had ended with a) the subject being one of only a couple of man-made objects visible from space and b) the total and utter destruction of his laboratory, and anything else in a couple of hundred mile radius from it.

And so S.Oless, he was sitting in a half-empty Nightclub, watching the world go by. Which it did, relentlessly.

Simon Sighed.

He hadn't spent the two weeks idly, he had bought a book of magic, and had proceeded to read and laugh at its unscientific tone. What the hell he thought might as well try some of it.

The first spell he cast was easy, and just for fun, to see if it worked.

"Soundus Noises multis". He incanted

Instantly every person in the Nightclub clapped his or her hands once.

There was a long pause during which nobody moved. 300 minds thought variations on "What the Fuck". In the darkness, Simon grinned.

After a while, people forgot about it, and Simon considered his next spell.

Must approach this Scientifically he thought. Then he remembered he wasn't getting paid for this. The female toilet was dead ahead of him.

Hmmm he thought, and made another incantation.

"Excuse me" June said to her friends, "I'll be back in a bit" Usually she would have taken someone with her, but she felt she needed to get away for a couple of minutes. As she headed to the toilet she noticed a geek sitting opposite the door, carefully watching it.

"Pervert" she thought, and went inside.

She looked at herself in the mirror, Not bad she thought. At 5' 8" she was quite tall, towering over many of her friends, but she wasn't lanky. Leggy and brunette she had not much difficulty finding boyfriends, providing they could live with somebody that tall. Her modest C-Cuppers were appreciated, but she occasionally wondered what she would look like bigger. She walked out.

As she passed though the door, she felt a tingling feeling in her breasts, and her bra started to dig into her shoulders. Apparently 2/3 of women wear the wrong sized bra, and the fact that June's was slightly too big meant that it didn't dig too far. Still, she went back inside to adjust.

Damn she thought, This is a new one too. She adjusted the bra, but couldn't get it to fit. It was worth the money though, they look at least a D-Cup now.

She walked out again, and again felt the tingling in her breast. She looked down, and gasped. She couldn't see her feet. And there was defiantly more down there than there had been a couple of minutes before. She looked behind her, everybody who was coming out of that toilet was adjusting their bra, and some were just about ready to burst out of the tight black tops they were wearing. As she watched, a girl with a tight red top that just about held in check her D Cupped bosoms passed the doorframe and winced as her breast started to edge there way out of the dress and into the E-Cup range. June went to get her coat.

When she came back with her jacket, she went back into the toilet and put on a blue spandex top that she had never dared to wear before, and had hid in her jacket pocket and came out again. This time the tingling was really strong. She felt her breasts rise and was glad she wasn't wearing the bra anymore. She decided that F was about as far into the alphabet as she wanted to go. She went outside, called a cab, and regretted it for the rest of her life.

Back at his table, the Geek grinned, Most of the affected only noticed a slight tightness. He watched as a girl with her now E-Cup breasts went back into the toilet to see what was wrong, He grinned and added an extra component to the spell about girls in red dresses. A couple of minutes later the girl walked out, and gasped as a strong tingle enveloped her like an electric shock. Her E-Cups started swelling and the spandex top started expandexing to encompass her breasts, but instead of stopping at the F that was the maximum for everyone else, they kept going. All eyes were on the girl as she moaned as she felt them push deeper into the alphabet. When they stopped - at about beachball size, Simon guessed - she turned around and started to head back inside, she *needed * to feel that again, but was stopped when she couldn't fit though the toilet door. Simon had an idea. With a few words, he shut off one half of each of the double-doors that lead out of the Nightclub, and started muttering under his breath. First he placed a protective dome over the area to stop all mobile phone activity - even breast obsessed geeks can perform a community service - and then he began the interesting bit. The spell was complex, It worked like this, The closer you were to the centre of the Nightclub, the slower you grew, With a few extra modifiers thrown in for good measure. Simon cast the incantation.

Junes regret was to be that she didn't wait until after she went outside before ordering a taxi. Doing up her jacket was another thing she did before she tried to leave. Even done up, the jacket showed an impressive amount of cleavage. She started for the door.

All of a sudden she was hit by the tingling again. She tried to move faster, but was hindered by both her new centre of gravity, which she wasn't used to yet, and the other people in the club. She felt her tits expanding again, pushing against the rough material of the jacket, feeling good. Very good. In fact, so good that she wanted just to stay here and stay this good for... No. I have to get out of here before someone can use me as a Goodyear blimp. She heard a Ping, and realised that one of the buttons on the jacket had given way. Oh god. She made her way to the door, still growing, and another couple of pings left her spandex top the only thing between nipples and air. Normally she would have been embarrassed, but she realised that she was still growing. To say that nobody noticed her would be inaccurate, most of the men she passed drooled at her figure. The spell was not just increasing her bustline, but also the muscles in her back and legs so she could still walk and there was hardly an inch of sag in each football sized breast. The guys that didn't notice were the ones with girlfriends. It seemed that every woman was growing fast, although none had yet reached Junes size. June carried on, trying to force her own ever-growing self between other ever-growing and more hysterical selves. She was growing faster. In fact, she noticed, everyone around her was growing faster than the people behind her were.

She stopped the thought before it could form. Each breast was now a foot diameter, and growing all the time. She pushed in, her height meaning that most girls busts were under hers. She saw the door. She blinked.

She was trapped.

She was now three feet across, there was no way that the single door could let her passed, and even if it could there was a mound of red blocking her way. She vaguely recognised the girl in the red spandex top from earlier, who was now sitting by the door in tears, as her bin-bag-sized tits blocked the doors. June's only hope now was to get to the centre of the place before she had to be air-lifted out.

The spell, Simon mused from his corner, seemed to be working. Since he was far from the door and on the upstairs level, all around him every girl only had not less than bowling ball sized tits - he was still thinking in sports equipment terms, curse that Rosalind and the experiment. Most of the girls were in tears, but some were enjoying the feeling, and their boyfriends - and anybody else around for that matter - were enjoying other types of feeling.

Simon noted that the people who had been affected by both spells were getting a double-dose as it were. He what looked like a tall girl smuggling genetically modified watermelons in a blue spandex top trying to head for the centre. He sat back in the darkness and started phase 2.

June was now in trouble, she had got to the centre of the dance floor, but she was still growing, and only slightly slower than before. She was now almost 6 feet across, and her top was beginning to go transparent. On top of this she was beginning to need the toilet again.

I will never drink pints ever again she swore.

She quickly assessed the situation. The women around her were now approaching basketball sized, and the entire nightclub was beginning to get slightly full. Suddenly she felt a change. The screaming and hysteria had stopped suddenly, and she realized she wasn't growing anymore. Turning around is difficult when you are wider than you are tall, but she managed to take stock of the situation. The people by the doors were all about half the size of her, still beachball sized, but small in comparison, whilst the person in the red top was...where? Then she realised, the red-top was no more, it had exploded. She saw the girl, whose breasts were now almost 6 feet each, and still almost spherical, and completely blocking the exit. June counted her blessings, at least she could still walk.

She felt herself growing again, only this time it was different. She tried to work out why... and realised that she was growing much, much faster, and also without the support. She heard a bang, and her massive breasts broke free of the top. She found that much of the support had come from the spandex, and now it was gone her breasts reached to her knees instead of her thighs. The trend had reversed, the people in the middle were now growing faster, and the people on the edges slower. June tried to make her way to the sides again, and failed. She leant forward, and noted that she fell at least 6 inches before her breasts touched the ground in front of her. The girls around were growing too and were now as big as she had been a minute or so ago. It was only a matter of time before someone got hurt, though that wasn't going to be June. She was now on top of her breasts, and she could see that everybody had stopped growing. Nobody in the room (except the men) had breasts smaller than three feet across each, and breathing was becoming difficult. The men were crawling in the only space available, beneath the canopy of breasts.

Simon looked at his watch. Quarter to 2. Never mind. He muttered under his breath and...

Judy found herself shrinking, or rather, her breasts, which accounted for almost 99% of her mass at the moment, were shrinking fast. In a few minutes she was down from Wow! To merely Huge, and from that to Bg. She looked at her breasts, now just over soccer-ball sized, and waited to go back to her C-Cup. The others had all shrunk too, most to a couple of cup-sizes bigger then they had been, but hers remained resolutely big. A small paper aeroplane flickered into existence and lodged itself into her generous cleavage. She opened it.

Who was SM? She thought.

She found a safety pin in her pocket, and squeezed her breasts into what remained of her jacket, and did it up with the pin.

She thought, as she got into the taxi.

Two Of the Clock, Simon thought Nightclub closed.

He drained his lager and headed for the door.

As it closed behind him, some writing was etched into the glass panel:

It said

The end