Disclaimer: Although this story is my own, the original idea was from a Tales from the Darkside show, I liked the idea so much that I added my own to the storyline. As with all disclaimers, if you're not over 18 or offended by breasts growing outlandishly huge, then read no further.
It had been ages since that fateful day that Charles received a homemade computer/word processor combination from his recently passed away nephew. Robert knew his uncle was a fantastic bookwriter, just needed some inspiration, so he built the computer for Charles. Shortly after Robert's death, the computer arrived just in time for his birthday and although it looked as if it couldn't possibly work, Charles thought at least he'd try it. He was not only surprised to find out that it did work, but worked magic as well. Whatever he typed into the computer came true! Also, if he typed something in and hit the delete key, the item would simply cease to exist. He took great care not to let anyone else near the computer nor did he give away the secret.
Many years had passed and Charles soon died, taking the secret with him. His wife went through his old junk and found the "thrown together" computer. "What a piece of junk! If it wasn't made by Robert, I'd have tossed this out a long time ago. I already have my own computer, I wonder if I can possibly make any money off of this.", she pondered. What better way to make money from old junk than with a yard sale, she figured. She set out all of her husband's belongings and advertised her sale.
Quite a number of items were sold, but the computer just sat there. No one seemed interested. Mary was just about to give up hope and take it inside when a young lady on a moped soon pulled up. "Wait! I'm not too late am I? I tried to get here in time.", she panted. Mary smiled, "I was just about to close up for the day, but since you're here.. You do look a bit thristy, perhaps you'd care for something to drink?" "Thank you", the young lady said. "Here you go, Miss.." "Oh, my manners! Elizabeth Winters, but call me Beth, everyone does." "Ok Beth, I'm Mary. I'm sorry I don't have too much to offer you, just my husband's old word processor..." "That's what I was interested in. Some people from the sale was talking about it so I came right over as soon as I could. See, I don't have much money and need one to write with. I write short science fiction stories for my friends and need a better system, my poor hands keep getting cramps." Mary smiled at this rather plain woman with the warm smile on her face. "Tell you what, I was going to toss it out if I didn't sell it, just take it, free of charge." "But Mary that wouldn't be fair." "I insist or I'll trash it right away." Beth smiled "You sure do drive a hard bargain!", she laughed.
Beth finally got home with the computer and couldn't wait to try it out. When she turned it on it came out with a large screen saying "Happy Birthday Uncle Chuck". She giggled for a second then set to finding the right program to enter her name over that of this "Uncle Chuck". Odd, this computer didn't seem to have anything in it that'd make it work. After a few hours of searching through it she finally turned it off and looked at it and said, "Some bargain and for your information, my name is Beth!" and she stormed into the kitchen to get something to drink. After calming down a few minutes and thinking she may have overlooked something, she returned to the computer and turned it on, only to be shocked that the new opening screen said "Hi Beth!". There was no way she typed it in. She recalled what she said then pondered, "did it hear me?!"
Not knowing what to type first, she thought maybe a little tv might help. She watched an old rerun of the Twilight Zone where whatever a man spoke onto a tape recorded came true. She shook her head and laughed. "Why not?", she finally spoke. Turning the tv set off, she returned to the computer and typed in: "My name is Beth." then she thought of how she looked and how plain she was, basically no figure at all. She typed in: "I'm a lovely white female, 28 yrs old, long flowing blonde hair to my mid back. The bluest blue shade of eyes, an hourglass figure with 40 inch breasts, a DD cup." She knew none of this were true, but couldn't think of anything else to try out her new computer and thought "If I did look like that, the boys would be beating down my door." No sooner than she hit the execute key did she nearly bend over in pain.She tried crawling on the floor and reached the bathroom. The pain subsided in only a few moments, but she wasn't going to take any chances. She tried to stand up straight but her clothes felt tight on her. As she inched up straighter a little at a time, she could hear a faint ripping sound grow louder and louder then a cool blast of air on her rear and on her chest. She looked in the mirror and froze. There in the reflection was just what she typed into the computer. She now had flowing blonde hair, blue eyes and an incredible 40 DD sized chest. Although she loved this new look, she didn't have any clothes that would fit her and no one would recognize her. She sat sideways in her computer chair because she couldn't see over her new breasts and typed in how she used to look and once more hit execute, this time without pain (no stretching) she returned to normal. She learned the secret too.
She went out shopping the next day, picking out clothes obviously made for someone with a much larger figure than her own and said it was for a friend and also that this friend would be using her credit cards for a few weeks. Beth came home almost eager to try on the new clothes.She put on a new bra marked 44 F and typed in : "My tits will grow to fit whatever bra I have on." and hit execute. She watched in excitement as her boobs grew to fill the 44 F to capacity. She took the bra off and let her boobs bounce. She was enjoying this so much that she just had to release her pent up pleasure.She typed in her "dream" measurements and sat back as her body made the changes to fit the new clothes she bought.
"I wonder if I can make this any simpler.", she thought. "Of course! I'll type in a blank form and it'll just require different numbers at each running!", so she made a template that said "My breasts are now 'blank' inches and a 'blank' cup size" as she rather liked her present hair color and hourglass shape, she left the rest alone. After various sized from a 34C to a 44F, she grew exhausted and fell asleep. She awoke and it was dark. She looked at the clock, "6 am?!" but she looked again. "6 PM! I've slept all day!" She hurried out to the computer in only her bra to support her rather large breasts and a robe. The template sat there waiting for her to enter her choices. She smiled and quickly went to the kitchen to get something to drink. "It's a bit late for coffee, maybe just a soda for now." She chuckled while drinking it thinking about what sizes she'd try today.. she tabbed over to the cup size first and thought, "Why not go for broke?!" She entered as a cup size "ZZZ" as she had heard guys talking about the largest chested women in their magazines. But as she tabbed back to the inch position, her hand knocked over her soda into the keys. She panicked! "If the computer goes, there goes my fun!", she cringed. She ran to the kitchen and grabbed a handful of paper towels and began patting the keys with them, getting into every nook and cranny and soon felt her breasts swell.
Her eyes tore away to the screen and bulged out. There entered into the template was an outstanding inch measurement of over 240 inches. She gasped thinking "that's over 20 feet!" she must have pressed the keys as she was drying them off and hit execute without knowing! A sudden pain snapped her back to her senses as her 44 F bra was losing a battle to her ever growing breasts! Not knowing if she should try to call for help and die of embarassment or just sit back and let the pleasure of her breasts growing take her over was the last thing she thought as her bra's hooks bent and slingshotted to the other side of the room. She soon found she couldn't move much if she wanted to as her breasts not only grew out but also started becoming spherical as well. She sat there, unable to even reach the computer keys as the swelling gradually stopped. She looked at the expanse of tit flesh in front of her. As long as a school bus and as round as a hotair balloon. She sighed also knowing she possibly wouldn't be able to move at all or to any great extent and that any man that would come to her rescue would be subdued by her looks and massive mammaries. She turned her head to look at the computer and could swear she seen the cursor make a smiling face at her after the message "Don't abuse the magic and don't yell at me."
-- The end?--
(this was my first story attempt, so of course it still has some "bugs" to it (forgive the pun) anyone who wants to redo this story or continue it, feel free to... you have the author's permission. )
-- Hawke --
Renegade Incubus