The Willendorf Genius by Bigmistake Hi, my name’s Dean. I’m looking for a genius, not just any genius though, a particular crazed genius that I met last week. Let me explain by telling you what happened. It might be hard to believe, so, yeah, just try to keep an open mind about what people normally think is possible. I was walking down broadway last week, this little dude was walking in front of me, muttering to himself and making these weird motions with his hands. He had a tweed jacket on with those leather elbow pads. Over his shoulder was a satchel. I was keeping my eye on him because there were so many beggars around. He acted like a crazy beggar, but he was pretty clean and didn’t reek from six feet away, so I was getting mixed signals. Every once in a while he would half turn to someone walking by and act like he was going to say something to them, then shake his head and keep walking. He was so absorbed in whatever was on his mind that he walked into the road, straight into oncoming traffic. He was really out of it because a city bus was barreling down the road straight at him. I didn’t want to watch the guy get run over, so I ran out and yanked him back to the curb. We both fell on our butts, a little bruised, but at least still alive. A group of onlookers gave a round of applause and a few people patted me on the back. The group quickly went back to their business of walking wherever it is they were going. He looked around, coming out of his trance. “Sir! Thank you!” He found and shook my hand vigorously. “I’m such a dunce! I was in my own world. How can I thank you? Can, can I get you a coffee? No, no that’s not enough for saving someone’s life.” He stroked his short brown and grey beard which I was just noticing for the first time that I could see his face. He was buzzing on the adrenalin of the moment and talking a mile a minute. His eyes were steel gray, and his nose long. I’d guess he was in his fifties or sixties. His small thin fingers twitched again. “I know.” He said, and then froze for a moment staring up into the air. I took this moment to try and walk away. “S’okay man, just watch out from now on.” I said. He grabbed hold of my arm. “Nononononononono. I have something for you! Ah, do you have a wife?” The though flashed though my mind that he was going to try and set me up with his daughter or something. What a weird question to ask someone that just saved your life. The weirdness of the situation made it difficult to not answer “Um, well, I have a girlfriend.” I trailed off, not really wanting the conversation to keep going. “Oh good, good, good.” He patted my arm. “I have a gift for her then.” He reached into his satchel. “This might seem a little unusual, but trust me, this will work well.” His eyes darted around. “ This is a little to strange to do in the middle of the street.” Now I was really sure I didn’t want any part of whatever he was about to do, but he pulled my arm over to the airlock of a small store. I reluctantly complied. He stroked his beard again and squinted at me. His eyes got wide again. “Oh! Excuse me, a man saves my life and I don’t even ask his name! How stupid. What’s your name son?” “D-Dean?” I sounded like I wasn’t sure. “I’m Lazer.” He must have seen the incredulity on my face. “No, not laser like the beam. Lazer, is a traditional name. I’m an archeologist and I’ve just figured out the biggest find of my carrier. Have you ever heard of the Venus of Willendorf?” “Is that like that painting with the nude chick on the giant shell?” He snorted half in amusement, half in disgust. “No son. It’s a little statue. Well. I figured out what it’s for. More than that, I figured out how to make them.” He grinned a big grin, but my lack of reaction soured his face. “You don’t understand. Hm. No matter!” He swung his little pointer finger up in the air. “You see, people are made for stories, and the little statue is a story. The whole world is made of stories, mostly told by math. When you know the math, you can control the stories!” He tapped his temple enthusiastically. “Listen mister, er, ‘Lazer,’ this is real educational and all, but I’d like to go now.” I said. “Ok, ok, I’ll let you go, but first!” He pulled out an undressed Barbie doll from his satchel. “What is your girlfriend’s name?” I rolled my eyes. This guy was not taking no for an answer. He was totally nuts, so I figured I’d just play a long and get out of there as fast as I could. I shook my head not believing what I was doing. “Annie, her name’s Annie.” “Ok!” He smacked the doll. “Your name is Annie!” and he pushed it into my hands. “Tell Annie she’s beautiful, go ahead.” I audibly groaned. “You’re beautiful.” I said looking at the doll. “No, say ‘Annie, you’re beautiful’ like that.” He said pretending he was holding the doll. “Annie you’re beautiful. Can I go now?” I said, losing my temper a bit. “Yes, yes, but you have to understand, this is powerful, you can tell whatever story you like. Oh, oh and a story once told, cannot be untold. That’s important. One last thing! When you’re done with the doll, bury it in the ground and the story ends. I built that into it, very clever of me.” He said as I was walking away, totally embarrassed. I walked home to our apartment, keeping the doll in my jacket and out of sight. I rode the elevator up to the seventh floor, the little old lady from the fourth floor staring at me the whole time like I was the most disgusting person in the world. She always looked at me like that, I don’t even know her. I got in the door and hung up my coat. I tossed the doll on the table and sat down, exhausted from the strange ordeal. I picked up the doll and briefly examined it. “My Annie, your boobs are definitely growing.” I joked looking at the plastic bumps that stuck from it’s chest. My Annie was nothing like the doll. Sure she was cute, and she had a nice round ass, but really short and kind of chubby. Her hair, brown instead of the doll’s blond hair. “You lost a lot of weight everywhere else though. Boy Annie’s going to get a kick out of you.” I remarked and tossed the doll back onto the table. The doll was listening. Just then a key turned in the lock and my Annie stepped in. “Ugh, I hate my boss! He’s such a jerk!” I got up, walked over and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. “Was he like? Annie! You will do as I tell you and like it!” The doll was listening. Annie stopped, her knees wobbled for a moment, grabbed my arm to steady herself and then shook her head. “Whoah, that was weird, I didn’t feel so good for a moment there. I think I need something to eat.” “Maybe you should lie down? You looked like you were about to fall over.” Her expression changed as she got a big vacant smile on her face. “Okay, I’ll go lay down.” and she walked to the couch slowly and did what I told her. “I’ll get you something to eat.” I grabbed a bag of chips from the counter and brought it over to her. “Thanks Dean, I must’ve had a worse day than I thought.” She commented. The look on her face was actually serine and in that moment she looked more lovely than I had ever seen her. I gave her a peck on the cheek. “I had a weird walk home, I’ll tell you that.” I said. “What happened to you?” She asked plopping her head down. “I saved this guy from getting squished by a city bus. The guy was crazy. He gave me this doll as a thank you to give to you.” I walked over and grabbed the doll by the legs and brought it over to her. “What? Why did he have this?” She almost shrieked. “Like I said the guy was nuts. Whatever, I’m going to order a pizza, I’m hungry, you’re hungry and I don’t feel like making anything.” I said and then added “Oh yeah, he named the doll Annie.” She burst out laughing. “This thing is great! It’s a trophy of your good deed. I’m going to keep it on the shelf by the TV.” “Oh, that’ll be a great conversation piece when your parents come over.” I laughed. “Ha! I want to see the looks on their faces!” she said. This was a little odd for Annie, who was usually very conservative around her parents. Everything had to be proper around them. I thought it was odd that she would so openly talk about provoking them. I ordered a pizza and turned on the TV. Annie played with the doll on the couch. “Man they make those things inappropriately heavy up top.” I commented. The bumps on the doll looked even bigger than they did before. “Ha ha! Thats hilarious!” Annie said. ”I think this might be a collectors item, I haven’t had a Barbie doll in a long time, but this one is larger than most.” “Pfft! You like the big boobs, don’t you Annie?” I jabbed. The doll was listening. Annie stopped playing for a moment and stared at the doll. She seemed confused, lost. “Yeah, I do like them. Wouldn’t you like me to have big boobs like little Annie?” She sat up and cupped her own breasts. “Those would be ginormus, they’d be watermelons.” I said a little turned on. Annie was still cupping her breasts but now she was looking down at them. “You okay dear?” I asked. Annie got a little smile on her face. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She took her hands off her breasts and gave them a little shake. “Annie, you’re having way too much fun feeling your breasts.” I said. The doll was listening. Annie’s head bobbed again. She shook it. “Wow, I’m really feeling light headed.” She lay down again. “Are you ok? You’re worrying me.” I said. “Um, yeah, I’ll be okay, I just can’t wait for that pizza to get here, my blood sugar must be really low.” She ate a handful of potato chips. I sat down and flipped through the channels. Annie’s hand slowly moved up and squeezed her boob. “Mmmmgh.” she grunted. “What are you doing, and why am I not invited?” I asked. She sat up again and looked at me puzzled. “I’m just trying to figure out. . . “ She reached up again and squeezed her other boob. “Ohah! Fuck!” she yelled. I jumped up from my chair. “Are you alright?” “Hell yes, my boobs are really sensitive for some reason. Usually if I bump them or squeeze them, it’s a little uncomfortable.” She reached up with both hands and mashed them together. “Ugh! Yes! Come here and touch them!” She grabbed my hands and brought them to her C cup breasts, I readily obliged. She bit her lip and moaned. Only her breasts didn’t feel like the C cups I usually felt. “Annie, your boobs are bigger.” I stated. The doll was listening. “Ugh! Holy crap they feel tight all of a sudden! Help me get my bra off!” She said frantically taking off her shirt. I reached around and fumbled with the clasp but finally prevailed. Her breasts popped the bra off a foot in front of her. We looked at it and both laughed. Then looking back down, Annie’s creamy white tit flesh hung out in front of her. She was definitely much bigger now. I knew her boobs. They were C cups before, now they were the size of grapefruit. She looked up at me with a startled look. God, just in her face, she looked more lovely than ever, her body was another story, it was smoking hot! Her usual muffin top was barely noticeable and her belly wasn’t hanging out over her belt like it used to. “Why am I so sensitive and big?” She reached up and touched her nipples. Her legs slammed together like a vise and she moaned. “Usually a woman’s breasts will grow when she’s pregnant. Annie, are you lactating?” I asked. the doll listened. “Woah!” Annie said as she tried to pull back from her own breasts. “What?” I demanded. “I suddenly felt like, like, I let down.” She said in awe. “What does that mean?” I asked. “Um, like my boobs just started to fill with milk. My mom told me what it feels like when she had my sister, when she would cry, her milk would ‘let down’” She answered. “Are you pregnant then?” I asked. Annie felt her stomach. “No, if I’m letting down, I should have already had a baby. I think?” She touched her nipples again and took in a lusty breath. She squeezed and small rivulets of milk ran underneath her boobs. “Oh oh oh, that feels good!” Her breasts were bigger than grapefruit now, they were approaching melon sized. “Holy shit Annie, your boobs are still growing.” I said. The doll was listening. I could almost see them expand now. If I watched them very closely, I could see them get bigger. “Wow, they’re feeling tight, you need to milk me, I don’t think I can do it myself. The feeling is too intense.” She said. I carefully reached over and started to try and milk her but I was not really good at it. Annie was moaning and squirming. I knelt down, took her breast to my mouth and started sucking. Annie stopped breathing for a few moments and then gasped for air. I sucked for a few minutes on one and then the other, warm milk flooding my mouth and filling my stomach. I was rock hard the whole time nearly out of my mind hearing Annie moaning. “How’s that?” I asked. “Well, they feel a little better, but I think I’m even bigger than when you started, how can that be?” She said. “Shit Annie, they are bigger! Way bigger!” I sputtered. The doll listened. “Oh crap they’re really tight now!” Annie said, breathlessly. I saw it this time. Her breast ballooned quickly. They grew larger than her head in the space of a few moments. “Dean! They grew when you told them to! Do it again!” Annie squealed. “You want them bigger?” I asked incredulously. She thought about this for a moment and then said “Yes!” with a gleam in her eyes. “I don’t know why, but I love this!”. “Okay. Boobs, grow!” I said like I was some kind of wizard. Nothing seemed to happen. “Boobs, grow a lot!” I tried. Again nothing. “Oh shit, the doll!” I exclaimed. I started to piece together what the old dude had said and what I had said to the doll. Annie looked at the doll and then back at me. “Wha? It’s right there, I didn’t lose it. My boobs are growing, lactating and sensitive, that’s what I’m confused by.” I looked at the doll again. It’s boobs didn’t look like the plastic bumps they once were, they looked like tan golf balls on the doll’s chest. “Holy shit, what happened to it? Annie yelled. “Um, oh crap, how did he say this worked? It’s like telling a story he said, the doll is a story. He made me name it after you. Um.” Then I remembered. “I have to call it by name!” “Annie your butt will grow twice as big!” I commanded. Annie smacked me across the face. “Ow! Why’d you hit me?” I complained. “I wanted bigger boobs, not a huge ass you moron!” She paused. Then wiggled a little. “Maybe it doesn’t work on butts? I don’t feel anything.” “Annie, your boobs are growing bigger!” I commanded. Annie smiled “That’s better!” She looked down and frowned. “Hmmm. They’re feeling tighter but I don’t see anything.” I could, each time I said “growing” her boobs would literally start growing faster. They didn’t jump in size immediately. “Annie, your boobs are bigger!” I said. Annie shivered and her boobs expanded an inch in all directions. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” she said. “It matters how I say it.” I commented. Annie tried it “Annie, your boobs are bigger!” Her breast flesh complied and grew another full inch in all directions. “Wow!” She said. “This is great but I need to tone it down a bit. Annie, your breasts are less sensitive!” She commanded. She reached up and tweaked a nipple and gasped. “Okay why didn’t that work?” I thought for a bit. “Oh, shit, the old dude said you can’t untell a story. So, you can’t undo I guess?” Annie glared at me. “You really should have explained that earlier.” “So, um, you’re looking really hot, could we. . . um, you know, do it?” I stammered. Annie had a look of bliss cross her face. “Yes!” The pizza guy rang the doorbell, we ignored him. I was already so excited that I barely thrust into Annie a few times and I already lost my load. I stayed inside her and brought her to orgasm by sucking on her huge tities. The pizza guy banged on the door, we ignored him. We fell asleep on the couch, in each other’s arms. My head buried between Annie’s breasts. Neither of us woke up when our alarm went off in the morning on the other side of the apartment. Only Annie’s mobile phone going off woke us up. I tried to back out from between her mammaries but found myself stuck. I had to slide down to Annie’s belly to get out. When I could finally see what was going on I forgot about the phone. Annie’s tits were enormous. They had been growing all night to the size of bean bag chairs. Her ass had now expanded to twice the size it was originally. Her belly was gone, she had lost all the fat around her midsection. Annie roused. “Get the phone!” “Baby, look!” I touched her enormous round breast. “Wha?” She muttered. She tried getting up but wasn’t able to. “I.” She spread her arms out over her tit mounds and stared in shock. “I.” She moved her arms all over them. “I LOVE them!” she exclaimed. She looked back at her now huge ass. “That I’m angry about.” She said. I picked up little Annie. “Annie, you love your huge ass, it’s incredibly sexy. In fact, you’ll be delighted as it grows again another six inches. Annie stared for a moment. “Hey! That’s not fair! I. Oh alright.” I took little Annie outside and buried her in the dirt. Her plastic boobs were the size of apples. The little plastic butt wasn’t so little anymore. I’m not sure how we’re going to manage with my Annie being so huge now. I figured I’d ask Lazer if he knew what to do since he’s so smart.