Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. So any resemblance to persons, things, or places, living or dead, is just a figment of YOUR imagination. The kinds of things that happen in this story do NOT happen in real life. Some might also consider this erotica. So even though this story does not contain sex, and none of it is real, you have to be of a legal age to read it. Funny huh? Well, it's the law, and the law is always right (even back in the 1930's when drinking was illegal). What a weird world we live in, which unfortunately is not fiction. Sigh.

 

 

T.C.BE.Y.

 

By Munch Wolf

 
 

The tall man looked out the van windows with his binoculars. It was a dark van with black tinted windows, so no one could see what they were doing inside. He was with two other men. One had a scarf and the other a hat. All three wore dark clothes. He would like to call the two men he was with his friends, but they were not. They were just the people he worked with. None of them had names, at least none that the others knew. They liked it like that, at least the other two did. It made the tall man uncomfortable.
"How about that one," said the man with the hat. He was a new member to the group, a rookie, and needed to be taught the ropes. The tall man looked at the female in question and knew the response before it was said. He had been doing this long enough. He felt almost psychic. Unlike the man with the scarf, who actually was.
"No," spoke the man with the scarf. He didn't even need to see her. His sixth sense told him everything.
"But look at her chest," the rookie with the hat said.
"She's quite happy with what she has," the man with the scarf said solemnly, "and has considered reduction at times. She is not the one for receiving our gift."
The rookie pouted. The tall man could understand his distress. They had been sitting in the van for two hours now, watching and waiting. Two hours, and not a suitable candidate had come by. When he was a rookie he was just as impatient. Time had mellowed his patience. He knew the right one would be along soon. He looked back out with his binoculars.
"What about her?" The rookie piped up again, referring to a thin, small woman who was walking her dog.
"She envies larger women, but has no desire. At most she'd only want to grow a cup size or more. She is not the one," the man with the scarf spoke.
The tall man watched the rookie as he was getting impatient. The rookie took off his hat, and scanned around trying to find anyone. The tall man felt sorry for him, and knew something had to be done. He was beginning to fell on edge as well, something that hadn't happened in a while.
"There," said the tall man, "that's the one."
"Yes," agreed the one with the scarf, "she'll be perfect."
The rookie looked where the tall man had pointed. She was a medium sized female, a little over weight, with short brown hair. There was nothing particularly interesting about her, and he thought she was rather plain, with no make up. Her chest wasn't too impressive either.
He looked at the two and spoke up, "Why her? What's so special about her?"
"You'll see," the one with the scarf spoke as he began to prepare the equipment.

 
June was lost in her own world. She didn't see the men in the van, nor did she see the van. She was lost in thought. She hadn't had a date in months and this was distressing her. She felt a void that needed to be filled. Chocolate sounded like the right answer. She looked around at where she was. She didn't know. It had been a while since June had gone for a walk, and she knew better than to wander around in the city, especially areas she was unfamiliar with. She began to feel nervous, almost as if she was being watched, which she was. She needed to get inside quickly. She didn't care where. She looked around again and spotted it, a frozen yogurt shop. She preferred ice cream, specifically cookie dough, when she was in this kind of mood, but yogurt would do.  She wandered inside.
It was a serene little store. White tiles covered the walls, ceiling, and floor. It reminded her of an operating room. A young man, in his early twenties, stood at the counter, wearing a white paper hat. He was standing behind a large white counter with a glass top. She wondered how they kept the place so immaculate. Hopefully the food was as good as the atmosphere.
"A cup of cookie dough, if you have it," she said glumly to the young man, "make it a double."
The young man smiled, and scooped her order out for her. He seemed pleasant. Probably a college student trying to make his way, she thought. She paid for her order and sat down. The feeling of being watched increased. She needed to calm herself. No one was watching her, she thought, it was just paranoia.
The door opened, and she jumped. The man looked at her oddly. She turned around. A middle aged lady walked in to the store. She was not much taller than June, a bit wider. Her thick glasses rested on her nose, reminded June of a librarian she once knew. June shivered. The lady walked up to the counter, followed by a little girl, no older than six. June felt more relaxed. She spooned out a bit of the yogurt, and took a bite. It tasted odd. Not bad, just odd. It tasted just like cookie dough, only better. It left a warm sensation, that tingled through her. She took another bite.
"What flavor do you want?" The lady asked her daughter.
"I don't want yogurt, I want ice cream," the girl howled.
June decided to ignore the two, and took another bite. It was smooth, and continued to fill her with a warm feeling. It felt good, but something was odd. She looked up. The man at the counter was ignoring the two women in front of him, and watching June. Her face reddened. It had been a while since anyone had paid any attention to her, and she felt giddy. She took another bite, while avoiding the man's gaze. The feeling of warmth continued to fill her. She moaned softly. The lady turned around to look at her.
"Sorry," June apologized, feeling really embarrassed. She looked down ashamed, and was startled at what she saw. Her chest, which was mostly flat, seemed larger in her sweater. This puzzled June. She hadn't noticed it earlier, or she would have worn something larger. She was never really proud of her body, and tried to cover it up when she could. This was odd. She looked back at the man, hoping he had an explanation, but he was talking to the little girl, trying to find out what flavor she wanted. The girl continued to refuse, and the mother started making idle threats about never having ice cream again. This pissed June off, and she took another bite. The warmth increased, and she felt it. Really felt it. The warmth seemed to flow in to her chest. She looked down, but couldn't tell if there was a difference. She took another bite, this time watching her sweater. The warmth returned, and her chest heaved as it filled her, but it didn't decrease back down like it should after a deep breath.
June gasped, "Oh God."
The lady and child turned back toward her, and June apologized again. The lady stared at her, almost scolding her, then turned back toward the man. The child just continued to watch. This made June nervous. She still didn't know if she was imagining what was happening or not. She needed to find out. Courage, or desire overcame her doubt. She scooped the spoon in, getting the largest serving she could possibly get on such a small plastic spoon, and swallowed it down. The heat was intense, similar to having an orgasm. She gasped loudly, as her chest visibly increased a full cup size.
"I want what she's having," the little girl shouted loudly, pointing at June.
The lady turned back, and saw June breathing heavily, her chest heaving. Disgust filled the lady.
"We're going elsewhere," she declared as she grabbed the little girl's hand.
"But I want frozen yogurt," the girl cried as she was dragged from the store.
June continued to breathe deeply. She didn't quite understand it, but this yogurt was awesome, she thought.
"Are you all right?" The clerk asked concerned.
June nodded her head. The warmth was still flowing through her, and words were hard to come by. She took another spoonful, just as big as the last. The heat filled her again. It flowed through her groin, and she felt her lips moisten. It passed through her arms, causing little goose bumps to rise. It moved towards her breasts, and it felt as if the warmth was trying to push free. It looked like it was succeeding as her chest grew another cup size. Her sweater was beginning to get tight. The clerk gasped.
"This is good yogurt," she stated, as she reached for another spoonful.
The clerk just stood there and watched. June placed the yogurt in to her mouth, and seductively licked the spoon, making sure to get every last drop. The clerk continued to stare as he watched the passion fill June. It was the same heat that filled her before, but this time she could feel it in her nipples, pushing them outwards, as her breasts grew. The clerk's mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came to his lips. June enjoyed his reaction. She didn't care how much she grew. Just watching the clerk stand there in utter disbelief excited her. She imagined a lump forming tightly against his white slacks behind the counter. She scooped out another spoonful, and gazed at him as she swallowed it down. The heat grew stronger, and she moaned softly, watching the clerk. His right hand had slid down behind the counter. She could guess what it was doing. She reached out with her free hand, and brushed against her own chest, feeling it as it grew. She gasped at the size it had grown to. June looked down, and saw two large volleyball sized objects in her sweater, which she knew could only be her own luscious tits. At the end were nipples, larger and thicker than a man's thumb, jutting out like tent posts. She put the spoon down, and rubbed her hands over her chest. It felt pleasurable, and they were all hers. She moaned, and looked up at the clerk. He had closed his mouth, and a look of hunger was in his eyes. She grinned evilly. She was horny, very horny, and needed a man. The clerk looked more than willing, but still she wanted to savor the moment. Not ever day your breasts increase immensely.
She picked up the spoon and placed it in the cup. Something was missing. She looked down, or tried to. She had to strain to see over her chest. All the yogurt was gone. She had finished it off. No, she thought, she wanted more. She looked down at her purse, but knew she had no money. She looked back up at the clerk, with her best puppy dog expression. His eyes were focused lower down. She stood up and walked over toward the counter.
"Excuse me," June whispered meekly, "I would like to get more yogurt, but I seem to be out of money."
June smiled as she watched the clerk's eyes glazed over. His expression was somewhere between pain and anguish, but she was worldly enough to know what it meant. He had just soiled his pants.
She giggled, and bounced, causing her chest to jiggle slightly. The clerk slowly returned to reality, and realized this large breasted woman was still standing there, looking at him.
"One cup, on the house," he said enthusiastically.
"Could you make that a double?" She asked.
The clerk fainted dead away.
"Some men have no stamina," she muttered as she walked around the counter, to get her own yogurt.

"So that's all there is to it?" The man with the hat gasped. He had been trained in all the techniques and theories, but first hand observation was completely different.
"That's all there is to it," the tall man replied.
The rookie with the hat just stood there stunned. The long hours of waiting had paid off. He looked again at the yogurt shop, and sighed, "so what now?"
"Now we go elsewhere, and start again," the man with the scarf spoke, as he started the engine. The black van drove off in to the night, unnoticed by June, in search of a new victim.