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Winner of the
1998 BEAmer Award
for Best Horror Story

Son of a Monkey's Paw

By Munch Wolf

Elisa looked at the withered monkey hand she was holding. The old lady said that it was enchanted, and that it would grant them three wishes. For ten bucks it would make a terrific dashboard ornament, she thought. She didn't care about the wishes. Rick and Glen seemed to take it more seriously though. They heard stories about monkey paws granting people's desires and such. Elisa looked at the shrunken thing. How the hell is this supposed to grant a wish? She looked back at Rick and Glen. They had already made their wishes, and were bugging her to make one. Rick wished for a million dollars, how original. Glen at least wished for a nice car. Elisa looked back at the paw. She didn't have much. In fact, she was flat broke, but she knew she didn't want money. She had strong beliefs about that. Money was supposed to be earned. It was the only way to really learn its value. She could wish for love, but again she had strong beliefs. Love had to be earned, to be true. The paw couldn't give her that. She looked at Rick and Glen, then back down again at the horrible thing, and it struck her. The only thing she really wasn't happy about was the way she looked. She was taught to play the hand you're dealt, and all that crap, but if this wish was real, it would be an opportunity for her to reshuffle the deck, so to speak. She had seen women Rick and Glen drooled over. She really wasn't interested in either of them, they were just her friends, but their opinion mattered. She tried hard to look good. She jogged every morning, and worked out as often as possible. Her body was thin and tall, with deceptively strong muscles hidden by her childlike demeanor, yet it wasn't enough. She knew what guys liked were boobs. Plain and simple. Glen and Rick would deny it, and insist she was beautiful, but she knew it wasn't the truth. She was envious in fact. She always wanted breasts, and had expected for them to develop. Her sister had them. Her mother too. It was in her family's genes. As a child she was proud, knowing she'd grow up with a healthy chest, but her time came, and went. Nothing. Well, not exactly nothing, she was a b-cup after all, but not what she expected.
"Breasts," she stated out loud, breaking the silence, "I want bigger breasts."
Rick's jaw dropped. Glen just grinned wickedly.
Rick looked at her and spoke, "Elisa, why would you wish for that? You're beautiful already."
"And you're a fucking millionaire. I should have had breasts, and if this thing actually works, I'll get them. Otherwise, it doesn't matter, does it?" She spat back.
Rick kept quiet, as Glen continued to grin. Elisa just glared at him.
"So what now?" She asked impatiently, "We've made our wishes, had our fun, and nothings happened. Can we get on with life?"
Glen spoke up, "We can go to the park. I hear Chuck and his gang are supposed to be there. Maybe we can score something."
"Fucking stoner," Elisa mumbled, and then said, "Sure. Let's go. It's better then hanging around on the street."
They all entered Elisa's car. As they pulled away, Elise looked back in the rear view mirror, and could have sworn the shop where they bought the monkey's paw from wasn't there anymore. She blamed it on a bad flashback, and drove off. When they arrived at the park, Chuck and his gang were there. No surprise, they were always there. It wasn't much of a gang, mostly high school drop outs who spent more time in an altered state then at a steady job. Chuck was passed out on a bench, and in no condition to help the three.
"Fuck!" Exclaimed Glen, "What are we supposed to do now? Man, this bites!"
"Why not go for a walk?" Rick asked. Elisa and Glen looked at him very strangely.
"Well, it's a nice day," he continued, "and if we hurry, we can watch the sun set over the hill."
Elisa shook her head. Rick was a byproduct of the sixties. Both of his parents were still hippies, yes, there are some left, and it had corrupted him. He never wore tie-dye shirts, or ripped jeans. Instead he would wear sweats, like he was an athlete or something. So it wasn't anything obvious, but you could tell from his attitude. The way he talked and acted. It was like out of a bad Brady Bunch episode. He never did drugs though, yet looked more strung out then any stoner on a bad day. Just a bad case all around, but he was a nice guy. Glen, well, he was a toker, plain and simple. He was the type who would hang out with Chuck twenty-four seven, except that he had half a brain cell, and a plan for his life. He wanted to be a musician. Elisa, she just didn't give a shit anymore. After her dad's suicide four years ago, life was just shit.
"What the hell. Let's go see the sunset," Elisa grumbled. Rick seemed overjoyed. Elisa sighed and apathetically followed. Glen grudgingly followed as well. Rick was jogging up the hill, in an excited frenzy, when he turned around to his reluctant friends.
"Hurry up, or you'll miss the best part," he shouted back at them.
"Best part?" Elisa mumbled, "It's a fucking sunset. What best part?"
Glen mumbled something back, completely incoherent. Elisa was about to ask him to repeat himself, when she noticed Rick jumping up and down, shouting something. She looked over at him, covering her eyes so that she could see clearly past the sun's rays.
"I found it," he shouted again. "Look!"
Rick was pointing upwards. Elisa looked up, and was stunned. Fluttering down from the sky was what looked like leaves, several leaves, but there weren't any trees around. She reached down to pick up one of the objects that had fallen from the sky. It was a one dollar bill. She double checked both sides. It was the real thing. She looked around. All over the hill, several one dollar bills laid, and there were more falling from above. She tried to look where they were coming from, but couldn't really tell. She looked back at her friends. Glen was busy scooping up bills, and stuffing them in his pockets. Rick was rolling around in them. She looked back at the bill, then picked up another. A cheap grin crossed her face, and she began to laugh, as she examined both the bills. She picked up a third, to confirm what she saw, and broke out into a hilarious uproar. Rick stopped rolling around to look at her. Glen looked as well, then checked his bills. Shortly thereafter he started laughing as well.
"What?" Rick asked, extremely puzzled.
"Look," Elisa giggled, giving him a bill. He took it, and examined it. It was a genuine one dollar bill. Nothing funny about it at all. He looked back at her really confused. She handed him another. He looked at that, and couldn't see anything wrong.
"I don't get it. I have two one dollar bills. What's so funny about that?" He asked.
"No you don't," she continued to giggle.
He looked again, and then it dawned on him. They were indeed genuine bills. The problem was, they were all the same bill, same serial code, same everything. He had a million one dollar bills, all completely identical.
"How the fuck am I supposed to spend these?" He whined.
"Better question," Glen piped up, "what's that noise?"
They all heard a high pitched whine, and it was getting closer, and louder. Instinctively they looked up to where it was coming from.
"I would say it's your nice car," Elisa stated plainly. Almost cartoon fashion their eyes opened wide simultaneously. Elisa was the first to start running, then Glen. Rick considered grabbing some more bills, but fear was a stronger influence, and he booked it as well. The resulting explosion from the car hitting the hill at terminal velocity was quite powerful. Elisa and Glen managed to dive to the ground in time. Rick wasn't so lucky, and was thrown a few feet, landing in a muddy puddle. They all looked back.
"Shit, that thing is cursed," Glen shouted, "It's trying to kill us."
Horror struck Elisa as his words sank in. The monkey's paw had granted two wishes, successfully, yet had twisted them in to evil curses. She started to fish it out of her pocket, hoping that getting rid of it would somehow spare her.
"Your tits!" Rick cried in horror, but nothing had happened yet.
Elisa managed to pry the monkey paw out of the pocket of her tight jeans when she felt the wish come true. She looked down and could feel something filling her chest.
"They're getting bigger," Glen shouted in excitement, repeating the obvious.
Elisa clutched at her breasts expecting the worst. They were slowly approaching c-cup sized, and she could feel her bra tight against her.
"I'm getting back to the car, quick," she replied, "Who knows what might happen."
Elisa started running as fast as she could. Rick followed wanting desperately to help his friend. Glen ran as well, mostly because he wanted to see her tits explode out of her shirt. Elisa made it to the car, without even thinking of anything else. She reluctantly looked down, to see what damage had been done, and screamed. She turned around to face the two boys who had just caught up with her. Rick stopped. Glen tripped over himself. She had stopped growing at a c-cup. Her breasts were indeed bigger, the wish fulfilled.
"Hey, it could have been worse," Rick tried to console her.
Elisa ignore him, and looked at the paw, still clutched in her hand.
"You stupid piece of shit," she yelled at it, "You're supposed to grant wishes, and then you fuck them up. Rick wanted money, Glen wanted a car, and I wanted bigger breasts. A lot bigger, but you tricked us, and we all got nothing. Worthless junk. How about I grant you a wish, and send you back to hell where you belong!"
With that she threw the paw down on to the ground, and smashed it with her foot. Rick reached forward to try to stop her, but didn't make it. The force of the explosion from the crushing of the hell spawn item was sufficient to knock both guys down. Elisa wasn't so lucky. Because she was standing over it, she was throw in to the air, and landed on the hood of the car. This will hurt later, she thought, as she rubbed her elbow.
Rick stood up, and helped Glen up, who promptly fell over again. Rick decided that was better, and ignored him. He looked back at the small crater left by the bizarre way the paw left this world. Small wisps of smoke rose up out of it, and the ground was scorched. He rushed over to Elisa, to help her off the car. She was still stunned.
"I guess that thing was really from hell after all," she giggled, "Good thing it's gone now, and can't do any more harm."
Rick's mouth opened, as he watched Elisa strand up. Her nipples were protruding greatly through the thin fabric. Elisa looked down.
"Aw shit. My bra broke, and that was my old, comfy one," she whined, and then did a double take. Her breasts had started growing again. She pulled her shirt tight against them, and enjoyed the feeling of her nipples sliding across the fabric as they pressed outward. Glen looked up, and could see the bottom of Elisa's shirt pull slowly out of her jeans, and grinned when he could see her belly button. Elisa was enjoying it, and wrapped her arms around her growing breasts. They felt like balloons slowly being filled with warm water, and they were her balloons. She grew wet as she felt her arms pushed apart by the enlarging mammaries.
"Elisa," Rick cried out, but she wasn't listening. She was lost in her own world, where she had the breasts she always dreamed of having. Rick watched as the seams on the side of her shirt split open. In just a few moments, her breasts had grown larger than any he had ever seen, and they were still growing. Glen just looked, and grabbed his crotch to massage his member. Elisa opened her eyes wide. She could no longer see her elbows, and felt her hands sliding apart. Pleasure started to turn to panic as she realized they were still growing, and that her shirt was torn to shreds. She was bigger than her sister now. Bigger than her mother too. Her chest continued to inflate faster. She looked at Rick, who was trying to get her in to the car. She looked down at her breasts. She could barely touch her fingers together, and they were still growing. She looked back at the car. There was no way that she would fit through the doors with these mammoth mounds. Even is she could squeeze in, she would fill up the car in no time. Some people driving by had stopped, and were staring. She could barely reach her nipples now, and the weight of her breasts was more than her strong body could support. She collapsed on to the road, sitting down, with her breasts over her legs. Rick was saying something, probably trying to comfort her. She looked down. They covered her feet now, swelled up like oversized beanbags, and showed no sign of slowing. Somewhere in the distance, she heard a maniacal laughing, almost demonic, and then realized it was coming from herself. A suppressed desire filled her, a wish had been granted to full enjoyable success, and she was still growing.