By Blake Isaac Gordon

and special thanks to Leviathan

September Dawson: A young woman of 30, she majored in Philosophy and French. She is happily married and is a part time substitute teacher at Black River Elementary. She plans on returning to school to receive her teaching certificate, but would like to start a family first.

Lori Forrest: A young woman of 29, she majored in the Culinary school and is head of the bridge club. She often does volunteer work at the local Salvation Army. She is happily married and would very much like to start a family.

Randi Forrest: Head of R&D at the Tri-tech software company. He has been working at this company for five years and recently received a promotion. He is happily married and is a broad game junkie. He is a little nervous about starting a family right now because of the demands required by his new position, but in time things should settle down.

Matthew Dawson: Head of Software design at Tri-tech. He has known Randi since college, and they've been the best of friends. He introduce Lori to Randi and was the best man at their wedding. Someday he would like to start up his own computer game company.

It was a cool wet day in the small community of Blue Rock. Blue Rock was a place that catered to the well off. It was located in the small hills of Deertooth Mountain, just one hour away from the coast. The weather was always mild except for the constant rains during the winter months. All in all- it was a good place to live, except for being a little boring at times. The community held the Status-Quo in the highest of regards. Wild radical thinking individuals rarely stayed here very long.

Dotting the rolling hills, like collectable knickknacks on a shelf, were very lavish houses. The homes were often in the upper 200's and never stayed for sale very long. They were all modern with gas heating and Smart Utilities™. All were very similar in color: soft whites, grays, greens, browns, and reds. Nothing ever stood out as different. Even all the landscaping had the same theme. The housing district had strict community rules. If an individual chose to be different, they would be hounded by petitions and complaints until the offending person changed it back or moved away.

A door opened on a large green house at the top of the hill. A woman wearing a bright blue jogging suit stepped out and shut the door behind her. She didn't lock the door, there was no need. The community entrance was monitored by a security service and everyone knew everyone else. She raised her hand to check the rain and then pulled her hood tight. A small stand of dark hair still managed to fall into her face.

A few minutes later, a door opened on a red house father down the hill. A slightly taller woman wearing a soft green jump suit stepped out and closed her door. She locked it, and checked it before meeting her friend at the bottom of the hill.

"Morning, friend." Lori smiled as she made it down the hill.

"Hello, neighbor." replied September. She was ready to go and waited patiently at the community mail box.

"Ready to begin our walk?"

"Yes." September could never understand why her friend always had to ask that same question every time they began their walk. Maybe that was why she liked her friend so much, she was so darn predictable.

Lori and September had been doing their morning walk ever since they knew each other. Both were happily married for over three years. They had started their walks as a form of something to do. Being a "Stay-at-home Wife" had been fun for the first year, but it rapidly lost its charm. Both wanted children, but their husbands were a little skittish. Maybe someday.

Their walks would take them all the way into down town. The small commercial area had numerous shops, restaurants, stores, and other non-distinct buildings that offered a satisfying afternoon to those who enjoyed that sort of thing. It was there that they would spend a little time at their favorite coffee shop. They'd sit and enjoy each other's company. They both had the same interest in books and never ran out of things to discuss. Usually after an hour they'd walk back up, do a few errands and then meet for lunch. Each day was pretty much the same- sometimes a little dull, but they were always happy.

"So, are you ready for our big Monopoly game tomorrow?" asked September.

"But of course," Lori picked up her pace and started to match her friend's quick stride before continuing. "The game room is all tidy, and the box is sitting on the table."

"I sometimes wonder if this is our only excitement." replied September.

"I know... but you have to admit, it is sure fun to watch Randi and Matt get all competitive." Lori paused when she noticed that she was falling behind. She quickly caught up and continued her thought. "I can never understand why men have to make every competition so...intense."

"Speaking of intense... I wanted to ask if Randi's long hours has cut in on your sex."

Lori used to blush at this question, but now it hardly phased her. "Well, to be honest we haven't done the deed since last weekend. I was really hoping Randi would be in the mood tonight."

September gave her friend a small pat on the shoulder. "I know, it's been about that long for Matt and I. But hey... We knew what we were getting into." She changed her voice to a more cognitive tone as if quoting Shakespeare, "When you marry a successful software engineer, you will be provided for. But the home will often be empty." She paused for a second and sighed, " But I'm not complaining. After two and a half years of not working. I'm loving it."

"Yeah, me too."

As the two friends continued their walk- a rather nasty gust of wind came from behind, nearly knocking them over. Then the light drizzle became a solid rain. The rain came down without mercy, and the their water-resistant jogging suits quickly became water logged. Their only hope was a small bus stop booth across the street. They ran as fast as they could, desperately trying to reach their rain free sanctuary. They made it and nearly passed out on the bench. Inside the small enclosed area, they listened to the rain splatter against the plexi-glass.

They had no choice but to wait out the storm, and they attempted to get comfortable. September handed her friend a granola bar, and they sat there chewing their damp snack. Then Lori saw something different in the corner of her eye. In a compact clearing of pines was a small prefab building. Its simple gray walls would make it easy to miss if it weren't for the neon sign that said, "Fortunes, readings and predictions."

"Hey September, look over there. Do you see that?"

"Yes, but why do you ask?"

"Lets go down and have a look. The rain isn't letting up, and it's something to do."

"You can't possibly be serious. Do you really believe in that stuff?"

"No, but like I said," Lori gave a half-hearted shrug, "It's something to do."

Without a second thought, both ran down the hill and into the small building.

Once inside they were overwhelmed by the musty, warm, sharp smell of incense. It was so hot that they took off their jogging tops, revealing a snug-fitting body suit underneath. When they first met, they were very much out of shape, letting the easy life add inches to their waists and tummies. But they each made a vow to eat better and exercise more, and it paid off. Both had well-muscled legs and small waists. They had become very proud of their new fitness and started to wear clothes that flattered their figures.

They looked around the room and were a little surprised. Both were expecting a flamboyant Hippie-style room with small beads overhanging the doorway. Instead it looked like a professional office. There was contemporary art on the walls and a very ornate business table in the center of the room. The chairs were well padded and looked like leather.

"Can you believe this place... It wasn't what I expected." said Lori.

September was about to say something, but an old lady came out of an adjacent room. She was wearing a very simple dress and coat. Her faded hair was tangled and covered most of her face. She had a cane that had a small brass tip at the bottom. The cane made a load Tip-Tap as it struck the hard tiled floor. The two young women watched intently as she quietly closed the door. The old women turned to face her visitors. September let out a gasp.

"Oh my... I'm sorry, does my make up frighten you? Some time ago I had a severe degenerative eye disease. I guess all those years using the Radon Crystal ball finally caught up with me. I wear the fake stitches to frighten the young teenagers that visit my office. Just a moment... while I make myself more presentable." She said as she walked over to a very large desk. She opened a drawer and took out a box of moist towels and began to wipe her face. Once the fake stitches were gone, she put on a large pair of black sunglasses. She then pulled her hair back and bound it with a jade hair clasp. "So... what can I do for you two?"

September and Lori were taken back. They looked at each other, uncertain on what to do. Finally Lori mustered her courage and said, "Mam, we're curious about your sign. What exactly do you do?"

The old fortuneteller cocked her head and smiled, "In all honesty, I tell a few stories to the young girls about their chance of true love, happiness, and fame. They enjoy the thirty-minute show and leave entertained. I rarely get adults such as yourself." The fortuneteller paused to give her visitors a chance to take all of it in. "Is there some kind of question you'd like answered?" She asked and gestured to the table for them to have a seat.

September looked at her friend and gave the 'I wanna get into some trouble' smile. "Why yes! I think I have a question."

"Good, good. Sit down. Make yourself comfortable. Would either of you like something to drink... Coffee, Tea, or Juice?"

"I could go for some coffee." piped Lori.

"Me too." said September.

"Okay, just give me a minute." The old lady got up and walked to a large wood panel. She pushed the top and it slowly lowered, revealing a small wet bar with iced juice and a coffeepot. For a lady that was blind, she knew where everything was and, without spilling a grain of coffee, had the pot brewing in no time. Once the room was filled with the smell of rich coffee and the soft 'plip-plop' of a percolating pot, the fortuneteller returned to the table.

"Before we begin, let me tell you the terms of the contract. It's twenty-five dollars per question. I will answer all aspects of the question to the best of my understanding. Please make the question as specific as possible. I take checks, credit cards, or cash." The fortuneteller stopped her business pitch and turned her head slightly, "Oh wait, the coffee is done." She removed two fine china cups and placed them on ornate plates. The cups had the Chinese zodiac of a tiger painted all around the sides. She poured the coffee and added cream and sugar to one and left the other one black. She handed the black coffee to September and the cream and sugar one to Lori. Their eyes grew wide in amazement.

Lori took a tentative sip from her cup and smiled. "This has got to be the best cup of coffee I have ever tasted. How did you know how I like my coffee?"

The old lady touched her finger to her nose and smiled. "That... is just a little something I do to show my credibility. So are you two interested?"

Both ladies first looked at each other, then nodded yes. September reached into her purse and pulled out a credit card.

"Are you crazy! Matt will end up losing it if he sees this on your next Visa statement." said Lori, "Lets pay with cash. They'll never know."

"Good idea, but all I have is a twenty."

Lori dug into her purse and pulled out her pocket book, "Don't worry I'll cover the rest."

The old lady smiled and leaned back. "Before I can answer your question, I need to find out more about you. Give me your hand." She said as she extended both her hands. Lori and September placed their hand on hers. "Hmmm..." The fortuneteller held each of their hands for a moment. She then took her thumb and placed it on their first knuckle. She lightly caressed their hands before she continued, "I see two very beautiful women who are happy. One has soft golden hair and blue eyes. This woman takes delight when her husband plays with her hair and places his hand on her bare shoulder." Lori tensed slightly as she listened to her reading.

"I see another woman with dark raven hair and hazel eyes. She likes to hold hands and be hugged." September looked over to her friend with her mouth wide open in amazement.

The fortuneteller stopped, and her forehead knitted together. "Yet... I sense there is something missing...A sense of certainty, a slight hesitation... a seed of doubt?"

September and Lori sat there dumbfounded. How could this lady possibly know all of that.

The old lady leaned back and released her grip, placing their hands gently on the table. "So what is your question?"

Lori looked at her friend, and September gave a shrug back. Then without thinking, Lori blurted out a question.

"I have a question... I want to know how often my husband thinks of me."

"Yeah... that's my question too." replied September. She gave her friend a wink of approval.

"So that is your question. I must warn you, questions of trust can often become a Gordian knot. Are you sure you want to know?"

There was a tiny quiet in the room. The two friends looked at each other in deep thought. Then they vigorously nodded, "Yes!"

"All right, but be warned, questions such as these are not easily answered." The old lady walked to another panel and opened it. Inside was a small bronze gong. She took out a small purple striker and gave it a small tap. Once the gong was struck it let out a soft chime and vibrated intensely. The highly polished metal sent waves of golden light across the room causing Lori and September to blink.

"It is finished... Whenever your husbands think of you, the trait that they like most about you will become more noticeable."

September and Lori continued to blink in confusion.

September got out of her chair, "Let me get this straight... Every time my husband thinks about me, his favorite trait of mine will become more noticeable. I don't get it."

It was after that comment that September's breasts started to grow. It was short, causing her breasts to press against her tight suit as her flesh filled out at the base of her tits. September's eyes grew wide in understanding, and she slowly sat down folding her arms across her chest.

"Oh my God... It's impossible... September... did your boobs get bigger?" asked Lori.

Then Lori's chest started to grow. Lori covered her mouth in shock. She could feel her flesh sliding against the tight material as her modest breasts expanded outward.

September nervously looked at her boobs and gave them a tentative poke, half expecting them to swell up again.

The old fortuneteller, with a grace that only a blind person could have, slid over to the two friends and put her hands on both of their shoulders.

"One more thing... No refunds..."

Lori let out a small gasp of panic. September snapped out of her trance and shot up from her seat like a bolt.

"Whoa, Whoa, WHOA! Hold on a sec. I don't know if I can buy this. What happens when I get too big? What happens if my husband can never stop thinking about me? Will I... Will I..."

Sensing her customers' panic, the old fortuneteller finished September's thought.

"POP? Are your worried you'll pop like some kind of cheap party balloon?" The old lady gave the two friends a reassuring squeeze before continuing. "Relax... You will not pop, float away, or bust like a cheap air mattress. You two are under a cantrip. An illusion. A very complex and advanced illusion, but a trick of the eye none-the-less. In all senses and feelings you will get bigger and you will take up more space. You will become larger but without all the nasty stretch marks and inconvenient back pain."

September and Lori still stood motionless in shock.

The old lady let out a sigh and continued, "Let me try to explain the spell. Every time your husband thinks about you, your boobs will grow in size proportional to the length of the thought. Each day you can get larger and larger, until the seventh day. On Sunday you will revert back to normal. Then Monday the cycle starts all over again."

The two friends stared at each other, neither one knew exactly what to say. The silence stretched for minutes before September let out a small snicker. Lori followed suit with a slightly louder giggle. Soon both were laughing quite loudly. The old fortuneteller let out a small sigh. She never could predict how her customers would react to the spell. She patiently waited for the laughter to die down.

Lori managed to regain a slight bit of composure but quickly lost it to another fit of laughter. September finally managed to say something through labored gasps, "Sorry... the thought of...when my husband comes home...me taking up the entire kitchen with my boobies... is too much..." She couldn't hold it in any longer and began to laugh some more. Lori weakly nodded in agreement.

The fortuneteller listened to the young women continue their merry laughter. They seemed to be taking it well. She walked over to the pile of cash that was sitting on the table and removed twenty-five dollars. She then walked over to her desk, and placed it in a mini cash register. The small register chime broke September and Lori's laughing fit.

"Wait... You only took part of the money, we still owe you twenty-five dollars." Questioned Lori as she pushed the remaining bills towards the fortuneteller.

"Oh don't worry. You both asked the same question, so it's only twenty five."

"But..."

"But nothing... Come, come. It's starting to get late. I'm sure you two have much to do today." The fortuneteller grabbed September and Lori's coat and escorted them to the door. As she opened the entry door, she placed the remaining bills into September's hand and practically scooted them out the door. She gave a professional good-bye and lightly closed the door.

Outside September stood there loosely holding the money as Lori stared at the closed door. It had finally stopped raining, and they were blessed with some rare winter sunshine. It was a few more minutes until the silence was finally broken. They looked at each other then at their chests, wondering when their next growth would occur.

"Can you believe this? We are going to get bigger, all because of our husbands." September looked off in the distance as if pondering a complex formula. "It shouldn't be long before it becomes impossible for our husbands to miss us."

Lori had her doubts. "I don't know... We only grew once so far. Who knows how often our husbands think about us? It could have been a fluke, maybe they were wondering what we were going to cook for dinner. Or maybe they had a small passing thought in a meeting. Or...."

"Why must you always be so pessimistic? For all we know we could become enormous, bigger-than-big, maybe even..." said September though rapid breath.

Lori snapped out of her mild panic and looked quizzically at her friend. "Umm...Dear friend, why are you getting so worked up about this?"

September paused to collect her thoughts. She could hardly believe that her friend was missing the obvious. "Okay, let me explain. Do you remember the time that our husbands were away on the long business trip, and we spent the weekend together to help take the edge off of our loneliness?"

"Yes... I remember. We spent the weekend at your house. We ended up getting bombed drinking wine."

"And don't you remember me showing you Matt's office and his stacks of nudie magazines?"

"Yeah... but what's the point?"

"All the magazines had women with really big boobies, remember?"

Lori was silent as the idea finally sunk in.

September took her friend by the arm. "Come on- we need to go shopping."

...........

It didn't take long for the two friends to get back home, and take September's mini-van to the outlet stores. Once they arrived, they started to look for a lingerie store. As they walked, Lori stopped and tugged on her friend's jacket. She was starting to grow some more. September watched in amazement as her friend's tits swelled, becoming a more tear-drop shape. Lori was so surprised that she covered her mouth trying not to let out a shriek.

September continued to looked at her friend, "Boy... it's a good thing you're wearing a sports bra or I bet you'd be real uncomfortable right now."

Lori winced before replying, "Who says I'm not hurting now. Lets go to the bathroom. I've got to take this thing off."

They looked for a restroom and were relieved at how dead the mall was. It seemed that there were more clerks than customers, and the clerks were too busy trying to look busy. They hurriedly entered a small bathroom and quickly changed out of their bras. They knew there was some kind of lingerie store in this outlet, but they had no idea where. They decided to check out one of the directory towers. The place that they were looking for was called, Black Velvet, and it was tucked away in the far corner of the mall.

On the way there, September had a small bit of growth, but hers wasn't nearly as pronounced as Lori's. September's boobs gave only a slight push against her loose jacket. She didn't even reach a larger cup size. She looked a little disappointed

When they arrived, they knew they were at the right place. In big black letters, that shined like polished rock, was the Black Velvet. Its theme was very gothic: there was leather, lycra, lace, transparent teddies, novelty items, collars, light chains, everything. In the corner of a window was a sign saying "We have specialty bras. There isn't a size we can't acquire."

Lori stared at a large bra on display before replying, "September, look at this. It says JJ-cup size. Can you believe it. That thing looks like two pillow cases stitched together."

September looked at the display and grinned, "I think this is exactly what we need. But I've got an idea. Lets go to a private area, by the indoor garden."

"Uh-oh, what are you up to?"

"Nothing, just let me borrow your cell-phone. I want to call Matt." She said as she unzipped her coat and gave Lori a wink. September dialed her husband's extension and listened to the tone. She cleared her throat a couple of times and put on the sweetest voice she could muster. She got lucky. Matt was in his office. "Hi honey. I was just thinking about you. Its Friday, and I was wondering..."

Lori was listening to her friend talk on the phone when she heard the sound of cloth stretching. She looked at her friend's chest and was amazed. September's boobs were slowly getting bigger. She watched in amazement as the horizontal stripes on the body suit stretched wider and wider apart.

"You don't think you'll be too tired tonight? I'm standing at a lingerie shop, and I wanted to know what you would prefer..." Lori's mouth dropped open as her friend's breasts continued to grow, taking up more and more space on her chest. September knew exactly what was happening to her, and was desperately trying not to laugh. "... A black set of bra and panties or a zip up teddy or... What was that? You want me to surprise you? Okay... I love you, bye."

Once she hung up, her boobs stopped growing. September looked down and was amazed. She had blown up. Her body suit was extremely tight. She could feel her boobs being squished flat by the unsympathetic material. She smiled as she handed the phone over to Lori and said, "Your turn."

Lori held the phone with some hesitation. Then with a look of grim determination, she tossed her hair back and dialed the number. The phone rang and she became nervous. September placed her hand on her friend's shoulder to give a little encouragement. Then Randi answered his phone.

"Hi honey... I'm sorry... I know you're busy...But I was...I really miss you... I thought if you could get home at a decent hour we could have a quiet dinner and maybe...Okay, I understand... You'll try to make it home when you can..."

Lori hung up the phone with a sad little sigh. September looked at her friend with sympathy. She was about to give some comfort when she heard the sound of fabric stretching. Lori's boobs were growing. Slowly at first, then they grew faster and faster. Lori could feel the fabric of her top being pulled father and father away from her skin as her boobs took up more and more space. By the time the growth stopped, she was really big. In fact her boobs were so big they almost squished out the arm openings. She looked down in amazement and placed a hand on one of her breasts. Her hand was very small compared to the mound of flesh it was trying to cover.

September looked at her chest, then her friend's, then back at her own. "Hey, no fair. You're bigger than me. Let me use you phone again."

Lori quickly returned her phone to her purse. "Oh-no... tough. You'll just have to settle for second place."

September smiled. "All right. Come on, let's go shopping," and they entered the store.

Inside was a dimly lit display room with two clerks running the store. There was a slender looking woman changing out a display, and another woman wearing excessive make-up and a very low cut dress. The woman in the low cut dress was obviously here for one reason, and that was as eye-candy. The Goth clerk had very large tits and the suckers were stored in a very dramatic push-up bra. It almost looked like she had cleavage up to her chin. She looked very bored as she did her nails. When she saw the two customers, she noted that they shamelessly choose not to wear a bra. Even when they walked slowly, their breasts jiggled quite noticeably. She put down her nail file with disgust, and sneered at the two when they walked up to the counter.

"May...I...Help...You..." the Goth clerk said in a very low and unfeeling voice.

September gave her friend a cheesy look and then looked back at the clerk before speaking. "Yes, we are here to purchase some new bras and maybe some of your... specialty items."

"Very well, what's your bra size?"

September fumbled with the question before giving up. She shrugged her shoulders.

The clerk's tiny patience was rapidly dissolving away. She stepped out of her booth and yanked a fabric measuring tape off from the shelf. "Come to the dressing room for measurements." She grumbled.

September and Lori obeyed and walked into a small room. In the center was a round stool and a large three way mirror. The clerk pointed to Lori, "Remove your top and stand on the stool."

Lori looked at her friend in a mild panic. September gave a 'go ahead' look. Slowly, Lori got on the stool. She removed her jacket and then pealed her body suit down to her waist. Once released from their nylon and spandex prison, her boobs stood proudly on her chest. The clerk's apathy crumbled when she saw Lori's goods. The sales clerk was a size 38F and this customer had her beat by at least a couple of inches. The clerk formed the tape measure into a lop and said, "Please raise your arms while I measure."

Lori complied and the sales woman measured her chest along with the fullest part of her bust.

"That's 30 inches across your lower chest and," There was a slight pause as the sales woman looked at the tape, remeasured and looked again, "and 42 inches across your bust... You need at 34G."

Lori look shocked and timidly put her arms across her chest. The sales woman looked extremely annoyed and appeared almost envious, "Next!" she grumbled.

September quickly took off her jacket and removed her body suit. She hopped up on the stool, waiting to be measured. The sales woman took her time, but when the tape was placed over September's bust, her boobs started to grow. The sales lady thought September was taking a deep breath and let out a sneer of disgust, "Excuse me, but don't take a deep breath when I'm trying to measure."

September raised her eyebrows in surprise. Lori's mouth opened as she watched her friend continue to grow.

"I'm sorry, I'll try not to fidget." replied September.

The sales woman looked extremely pissed. She let out a very noticeable sigh and tried again.

Once again September's breasts started to grow some more. She looked at Lori and gave her a 'Holy-shit' expression. She tried not to smile, but all she could manage was small smirk. At this time the sales woman's face was red. She threw down the tape and stormed out of the room.

Lori was stunned, "Holy- you've gotten HUGE. I think you majorly pissed the sales lady off."

September got off the stool with a hop and her boobs jiggled in response. "Well... fuck her, I was completely polite. She's the one with the broom up her ass."

Lori and September became quiet when the sales lady did not return. September put her clothes back on, and they both walked to the curtain. It seemed that the busty sales woman was yelling at the slender clerk. They listened to the pleading, and then to a door being slammed. Lori was concerned, but September didn't give a damn and let out a small snort. Then a petite woman entered their fitting room.

"I'm very sorry for my coworker's behavior. What exactly were you shopping for?" asked the slender clerk.

September smiled and started taking off her jacket. Her giant tits were barely contained in her body suit and they looked dangerously close to flopping out. "We were shopping for new bras, and your coworker left without finishing my measurements."

The clerk look uncomfortable. She gingerly picked up the tape and waited for September to get back on the stool. She stood there for a moment, starting at September's breasts. September understood why, the girl wasn't very curvy and was probably a little intimidated. The young clerk quickly did the measurements and whispered that September needed at 36-H bra.

Lori let out a gasp in surprise. A H-cup, who could have thought. September had a look of smuggness as she stepped off the stool and started to pull up her body suit.

The young clerk looked around the room before she asked a question. A slight blush was on her ears and face. "Um... Can I ask you two a personal question?"

September finished zipping up her body suit before replying, "Sure, go right ahead."

"Ahh...I've seen you two before at the mall, and I was wondering..." The young clerk looked down unable to meet September's gaze. "Where'd you get your boob-job done?"

Lori let out a little snicker, and September tried not to laugh. "You think I have breast implants?" Before the clerk could react, September took the clerk's hand and placed it on one of her breasts. The young clerk's face turned an even brighter shade of red.

"I'm sorry, I..." stumbled the clerk.

"Don't worry." September slid over and put her arm around the young clerk. "We'll let you in on a little secret. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Ahhh...Yes"

"Are you two pretty serious?"

The clerk looked confused, but she managed to answer. "Yes"

"Do you know the corner of Green Pine and Locust Street?"

"Yes... there's a bus stop there, right?"

"Correct... Down a hill is a small building. Inside is a charming old blind woman that does readings. Ask her this question- How often does my boyfriend think of me? I'm sure in no time you'll be as big as us."

The clerk looked skeptical. Yet September's large breasts pressing against her side quickly dispelled all doubts. "Okay... I'll go check it out, thanks."

"No problem." smiled September.

Lori and September bought some bras and a few wild items. September asked if the store sold anything that could stretch. The clerk looked at her with confusion and then she had an idea. She showed then to a section that had lycra items. The clerk stated that these items have plenty of play in the fabric, and should have very little problems stretching. Lori and September each bought one and left the store.

They went to the food court for a quick lunch. When they walked by the store again, they saw a closed sign on the door. They smiled, it seemed that the young girl couldn't wait.

Later on as they headed to the car, each walked in silence. Lori sometimes would glance at her chest and then quickly look back up. September dug around in her purse looking for her keys. At the end of the parking lot was September's gray van. It was the only car in the large sub-lot. Lori could feel the hairs on the back of her neck begin to stiffen. It was just the two of them in the deserted parking lot. Lori wondered why September needed to park so far away from the mall. She then noticed a man staring. He was alone and smoking a cigarette. He was wearing nice clothes, but looked scruffy. He had a short beard and his hair touched his collar. Lori did not like him one bit, and she could feel the panic start to form in her chest. She reached over and grabbed September's arm.

"What?" September saw her friend's facial expression, and the friendly reply was replaced with concern. "What's the mater?"

"I don't want to scare you ,but there's a lone man watching us."

"Really... If he wants to try anything, he'll get a free sample of my pepper spray."

"Lets just hurry, okay?"

September fiddled with her purse, and Lori stood by the large side window. She used it to watch the lone man. He was standing there, smoking his cigarette and looking. Lori was rapidly reaching mental meltdown. What was she and September going to do if this man approached them? They were in an obscure area of the lot. If they screamed, would anyone hear?

September managed to pull out her keys and activated the automatic doors. Two doors opened with a silent pop, and Lori practically dove in. September gave the man a cold look while she climbed in her side and closed the door. Lori was so worried, her breathing was in short rapid gasps. September wondered if her friend might hyper ventilate.

September reached over and gave Lori a pat on the knee. "Try to calm down, we're almost out of the parking lot."

It took Lori a long time to calm down. She sat in her chair, hands clutching the arm rest. Slowly the strain left her face and her breathing returned to normal. She took one deep breath and then let it all out.

"Did you see that man. He was positively frightening." Lori paused to swallow the last chunk of her fear. "What were we to do if he attacked us? We had no chance if he did, he was probably a borderline psycho who just needed the proper stimulus." She looked out the window as if reliving the event. "All he did was watch us..."

September got comfortable. When ever her friend got like this, all she could do was let Lori get it out of her system.

"He just starred. It was these huge breasts. Big breasts always bring out the freaks. What's going to happen if we keep getting bigger? Will we attract even bigger freaks or just more of them? I can't be stalked... I just can't. Besides, what happens when our husbands see us? They're bound to get upset. I mean, when we explain what we did and why we did it. They're going to be mad. I... I would if they did this to us. Do you think we should go back to the fortuneteller? We could get her to remove the spell. I don't think this is such a good idea anymore."

September changed the speed of her windshield wipers and glanced over to make sure Lori was done. She hoped that Lori had worked out most of the panic in her system. She sighed to herself before she began to answer her friend's doubts.

"I've been thinking about that. Why don't we tell them what happened." she replied casually.

"Nope... Definitely not a good idea. Randi will lose his mind. Telling them what happened is not an option." stammered Lori.

"No...No... Hear me out. First we play up the victimization. We'll explain that we were placed under a spell... no... A curse!. Then we can play up the sympathy and work on, 'do you still love me even though I'm a freak?' It will work, you've got to trust me. Our husbands will eat it up. This will be fun, and we'll get all kinds of attention."

"I don't know...impossible... There's no way Randi will buy this."

"Come on... give the plan a chance. All you need is a proper delivery." September paused and tapped her teeth with a finger nail. Then a wicked little grin formed on her face. "Do you have any onions at your house?"

Lori could not believe what she was hearing. "Yes, but why?"

"Trust me and listen."

At 6:45 PM, two luxury sedans pull into two driveways. Two exhausted men parked their cars in the garage and slowly pulled out a heavy brief case from the passenger side. Lori and September's husbands were home.

A man with thinning red hair hung up his overcoat and walked in the kitchen with a weary grin on his face. He was some what surprised not to find dinner waiting for him. In fact, all the lights were off except for the master bedroom upstairs. A little disappointed and a tiny bit angry, he turned to the refrigerator and spotted a note. It said:

Dear Randi,

I'm so sorry, but I've had a very bad day. I made your favorite sandwich. It's on a plate inside the fridge.

Randi looked at the note. He grumbled to himself as he crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed it into the trash. He took out the sandwich and laid it on the table.

"What the hell, how can she have a bad day? She spends her time at home or with September." Then a thought hit him, and his annoyance was replaced with worry. "Oh crap, I hope those two didn't get into an argument."

Randi put the sandwich back in the fridge and ran up stairs. From outside the door, he could hear his wife's muffled sobs. He took off his shoes and quietly walked into the bedroom. Lori was sitting in the bathroom brushing her hair. He stood by the entrance, collecting his thoughts on how he was going to comfort his wife.

Lori had heard her husband come home and waited for him to join her. When she heard his foot steps, she quickly sealed up the Zip-lock bag that had minced onions inside. Her eyes were all red and puffy from smelling the potent vegetable. She hoped her little act would work.

Randi put his hand on his wife's shoulder before asking, "Honey, what's wrong?"

Lori, as if on cue, sharply turned her back to him and put her arms across her chest. She let out a little sob. She hoped he bought it.

Randi tensed his empty hand in the air. He was extremely worried. His wife had never acted this cold to him before. It must be bad. He drew closer to his wife and tried to give her a hug. But because of her arms across her chest, all he could manage was a weak little squeeze.

"Honey pie, please tell me what's wrong. I can't bear seeing you like this."

"(Sniff)... Do you think I'm pretty?"

Randi tensed up, he hated this kind of question. Maybe Lori weighed herself and found out she gained a little weight. This could explain her behavior, but she never acted this extreme before. "Honey, you know I think you're the prettiest girl in town. No... you're the most beautiful woman in the world. You will always be in my eyes. I love you."

"Really... you really think that?"

"Yes. Please, tell me what's wrong."

Lori got up and turned to face her husband. She slowly let her robe fall to the floor, revealing her two massively round breasts displayed in a translucent baby-doll nightly. Her giant boobs completely lifted the fabric away from her navel, leaving a 3 inch gap between her skin and cloth.

Randi's mouth dropped open, he was speechless. Lori noted in slight disgust that her husband's eyes never left her tits.

"Honey... what happened to you? You're so, you're so..."

"BIG! I know... I look ridiculous." Snapped Lori. She could hardly believe her husband was buying this. Maybe September was right.

"Wait... how'd this happen?"

"It happened today. September and I were out on a walk, when we saw a small building. Inside was a lady who does readings. Well... September was bored and wanted to get her fortune. She kept cracking jokes during the whole thing. I guess it pissed the old lady off, and she put a curse on us." Lori decided to add to the affect by pressing her hand firmly against her lips as if trying to suppress a sob.

Randi was deeply concerned for his wife, but he couldn't seem to take his eyes of her tits. He gently placed a hand on one of her breasts. "Um... is the process uncomfortable, are you in any pain?"

Lori wanted to belt her husband in the gut as he unconsciously caressed her breast. How could he be so fascinated by her boobs, she looked silly- like some kind of freaky stripper. But there was no turning back now, she had to keep pressing the sympathy issue.

"I...I'm... fine. It's not painful, " She started to back up and put her arms across her chest. "But I look like a freak. What happens if I keep growing? I don't want to look like a Mason Day Balloon. I'm so frightened." And with a tiny sob, she sat back down in her chair and cradled her boobs in her arms.

Randi walked up to his wife and pulled her in close. "Honey... I love you. I will always love you, no matter how big you get. We'll work this out. I promise."

Lori sat there and hid her annoyance. She couldn't believe she had such a pervert for a husband.

"Come on, lets go to bed. I'll give you a nice massage." He said as he leaned over and gave her a tender kiss on the forehead. He then walked into his closet and began to get undressed.

Lori watched him for a moment. She then walked up to him and fingered his tie. "Here... let me help you with that." She then helped him get undressed, constantly bumping and rubbing him. She could see the affect it was having on him. By the time she got to his paints, she could tell he was ready to go.

My love, tonight you are going to have to earn your pootang ,and that massage is a good start. She thought as she slowly led him to bed.

Matt closed the garage and took off his wet shoes at the utility door. He slowly walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by the familiar smell of his wife's bake potato surprise. He ran his hand through his wet brown hair and pulled up a chair at the kitchen table. He loved his wife's cooking, in fact so much, he was starting to develop a spare tire. He needed to get her to reduce the portions. She was wrapping up in the kitchen, and he watched her stir the ground beef. She was wearing his favorite blue dress. It was a summer dress that was made out of the super thin material. As he stared at his wife's butt, he realized she didn't have any panti lines. That meant sex was on the menu tonight. Matt rub his hands anxiously anticipating his dinner and then dessert. Yet, he noticed something was amiss. Normally his wife would be all horny when she cooked the meal before sex. Tonight she was terribly quiet. He hoped nothing was wrong.

"Hey pumpkin... How was your day?" he asked.

She paused and turned off the oven. "My day... was okay."

Matt was starting to get worried. She hadn't turned around, he'd been talking to her back the whole time. He tried to think if he'd done something wrong. He leaned back in his chair and started to chew on his nail.

"Sweety... don't chew on you nail. You know how much I hate that. " she scolded.

Matt quickly put his hand on the table. "Sorry, pumpkin. When's dinner?"

The microwave chimed informing the potatoes were done. She took out the potatoes and started making a pair of plates.

"Honey... I sorta made a little mistake today." She said, then picked up the plates and turned around.

Matt was shocked. He jumped up, knocking over his chair. He couldn't believe it. His wife's boobs were enormous. She had become so big that she was only able to button her dress half way. They only thing keeping her boobs in place was the apron she wore. It looked as if she had stuffed two large balloons down her dress. It was impossible. Those couldn't be real breasts, yet he could see her nipples partially hidden beneath the fabric. He was flabbergasted, and he covered his face with his hands.

Soon a smile crept up on his face and he laughed. "Honey, that's the best pair of fake titties I have ever seen. Where'd you get them?"

September put the two plates on the table and walked up to her husband. "Honey, these are not fake... see," and she took her husband's hand and placed it on one of her breasts.

All the color left Matt's face. He stiffly sat down and picked up his fork. He took a small bite of his food and chewed very slowly. He then pored himself a glass of iced-tea and took a long swallow.

September was using all of her strength to keep a straight face. She was having way too much fun.

Matt sat back in his seat. "Please tell me what happened."

"Well... I was with Lori this morning, when we spotted a building with a neon sign. It said fortunes and readings. I was a little curious and I talked Lori into going in with me. Working there was an old blind woman. She was a little eccentric but seemed harmless. I ended up having my fortune read. I was a little impolite during the process, and she got angry. Before I knew it, she put a curse on both of us. So here I am with a pair of giant breasts that seem to keep growing."

Matt looked at his wife with utter amazement. He sat there with a fork poised half way to his mouth. But he said nothing.

September put her fork down and looked at the floor. "You're not mad at me? This is so embarrassing. I feel terrible dragging Lori into this. I don't think she's taking this well. Do you think Randi will understand?"

September waited for her husband's response. She rung her hands in the apron to add to her performance, but she had no idea if Matt was buying it. Lately, he was getting pretty good at identify her little exaggerations.

Matt put down his fork and moved his chair next to his wife. He reached over and gave her a reassuring hug. "No, it's not your fault. Tomorrow, you'll show me where this old lady is, and I'll fix this little misunderstanding."

September's eyes grew wide in panic. She hadn't planed for this. "No... Please don't do that. That lady was half crazy, don't go there and make her mad. She'll do something terrible to you... I know it."

Matt took his wife's chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. "I can't just sit here while some deranged sorrcess makes your life into a joke. I've got to do something."

September was getting a little nervous. If she wasn't careful, her little charade was going to be ruined. Then she got an idea. "Please honey, wait a couple of days for the lady to cool off. I know you want to help. Having really big boobs isn't so bad. I'm not in any discomfort."

"All right... I'll wait, " He reached over to hold his wife's hand. "Are you sure? You're not saying this to get me to relax?"

"Oh these things..." she said as she gave her boobs a little squeeze, "Are no trouble. I mean, they're not as heavy as they look, and I'm not suffering."

"Yes, but the embarrassment. Aren't you worried that people might stare?"

September looked down then climbed into her husbands lap. She leaned a little forward, pressing her chest against his. She spooned a bit of food from her husband's plate and took a bite. She then gave him a bite as she ran her hand up his inner thigh. "I'm not worried. As long as you still love me, everything else will be fine."

Matt chewed his food and smiled. "Well as long as your okay with this, but I have to tell you something. You look ridiculous with those boobs."

September jumped up with a huff. "I do not!"

Matt raised his hands in defense "I'm sorry... but you do."

September looked a little angry then walked to the end of the kitchen. She untied her apron and let it drop to the floor. She then unbuttoned her dress and slid it off her hips. She leaned against the entryway tracing her hands down her torso, her stomach, and then her legs. "So... you want to skip dinner and go straight to desert?"

Matt smiled and shook his head yes. She licked her lips and slowly walked upstairs to their bed room. Matt watched intently as his wife's hips swung seductively from side to side. He took a few more bites of his dinner and quickly joined his wife.

The next morning, the two friends met each other at the community mail box. Both were wearing a thick coat and a pair of jeans; not much else. They were standing together, drinking coffee.

"It seems that someone looks a little worn out this morning." joked September.

"Ah-please, you probably couldn't zip up those paints because your pussy so raw." snapped Lori.

"Touché" September took a long drag from her coffee. "So... did Randi buy your story?"

"Yes, and a little too damn well. Not once did he ever let go of my tits. I had to pry his fingers off this morning. He wasn't the least bit concerned. I think his was overjoyed."

"Ye-ouch. Must be a touchy subject. But really... You are enjoying all the attention?"

Lori's face lost all of her anger, and she looked down at her coffee with embarrassment. "Yes... Yes I do. Last night was the best sex I ever had. Randi couldn't keep his hands off me. I felt so sexy, so hot!"

September smiled. "Don't worry, I understand. Matt was really tender last night. He was so worried about me... That's reminds me, we need to go see the fortuneteller today."

"Why's that?"

"My knight in shining armor wants to rescue his buxom damsel in distress. It would be wise if we talked to her so nothing gets out of hand."

"Good idea... Lets have a toast... To the joys of being huge."

"To the joys of being huge."

As the two friends clinked their mugs in good cheer, they felt their boobs start to push against their jackets. They both watched in amazement as their cleavage became more visible. After they finished their little growth surge, September started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" asked Lori.

"Our little Romeos must be dreaming about us."

Lori started to laugh, "They must be."

September and Lori pulled up to the small building where it all started, and they were shocked. There were 6 cars parked in the little lot. They looked at each other with mild amazment. No words were exchanged, but many things were going through their minds. They couldn't put it into words. They walked past the cars and some they recognized as belonging to their neighbors. With a little caution, they slowly opened the door. When they stepped in, they heard the sounds of a massive debate. It seemed that six woman were here demanding to know how they could get their breasts larger. The old fortuneteller was sitting at her desk with her hands over her face in frustration. Somehow the old lady heard the door open, and she raised her head.

A well dressed woman was leaning forward, talking in a sharp tone. "I want proof, you old hack. I've seen the young women at the mall. If I'm to pay what you want, I want solid proof. "

Lori recognized the voice almost instantly. That was Mrs. Korsteen, the most scrutinizing and deal talking woman in the neighbor hood. She made haggling into a full contact sport, and she was also a total bitch. It made sense that it was her doing all the yelling.

With grace and style of a person who has their shit together, the fortuneteller got up out of her chair, and walked to Lori and September. "If you want proof, say hello to my first customers." All eyes went to Lori and September and the uncooperative women let out a small unified gasp of amazement. "You see, there's your proof." Said the fortuneteller smugly.

But Mrs. Korsteen was not so easily converted. With a huff, she walked over to September and studied her breasts. "How do I know these are real?" She then took her finger and gave September a little poke. September let out a yelp, and gave Mrs. Korsteen a solid push.

"You will never do that to me again. "growled September.

Mrs. Korsteen quickly regained her composure. "I'm convinced. I'll take the curse."

All others quickly agreed.

"Oh is that so..." The old fortuneteller had changed her appearance since the last time September and Lori saw her. She was wearing a very conservative business suit and dark purple shades. The shades were small and round and hid her eye sockets well. The fortuneteller's forehead was knitted together like a crumpled piece of paper. Even without her eyes, she was doing a fine job of glaring at her difficult customers. "The curse is 1,000 dollars- cash only." She said with a hint of intolerance

Before she could fire off another statement, six hands pulled out 1,000 dollars and slapped it on the table. The old lady was surprised. She went over to each pile and ran her thumb across every stack. Once she was satisfied with the payment, she picked up the money and placed it in a safe. The safe was all ready half full.

"All right... Here's the deal. Everyone get comfortable while I go talk with these two." Said the Fortuneteller.

September and Lori watched in amazement as six rich women sat down in chairs and waited patiently. The old fortuneteller motioned them to step into her office. Once the door was closed Lori and September were offered a seat.

"I really need to thank you two." replied the fortuneteller.

"Why is that?" asked September.

"Why? Because of your little reference to that young girl at the mall. I have more business than I know what do with."

Lori looked a little worried. " You're not angry with us?"

The old lady looked surprised then laughed. "Heavens no, I'm pulling in 10,000 a day. I could get more if I wanted to. Once I satisfy this town, I'll move on to others. Maybe, I'll start a business. Who knows. All I do know is I have you two to thank. Now what can I do for you?"

September looked relieved. "We came here to ask you a favor. I sort of made up a little story about what happened to us, and my husband will probably come here to demand that you undo your spell."

The old lady cracked a little smile. "I see you made me into an evil old enchantress. I love it! So... what do you want me to do?"

"Nothing, just play along. Lori and I are really enjoying the extra attention. I didn't want my husband to cause any trouble"

The old lady sat back in her chair with an evil grin. She let out a little chuckle and then sat up with a jolt. "You have given me an idea. I'll spend a few more days at your little town. Then, I think, I'll move on to New Orleans. I should be able to find a few apprentices there. After a few months training, I can turn this little gig of mine into a full blown business." The old lady jumped out of her seat "That's it. It will work, I know it will. Oh... one more thing. That girl you sent me, she really loved the curse. She could barely stop thanking me. She wants to thank both of you. She would really love to see you."

Lori and September couldn't help but smile. Then they heard the sounds of mumbles in the other room. The old lady shoot the door a look of annoyance. "Excuse me, but I think my high-brow customers are getting restless. Would you two like another cup of coffee?"

September and Lori declined. They got up and let the fortuneteller show them to the door. As they were putting on their coats the fortuneteller had lowered a viewing screen and started a projector.

"Let me begin to explain the physics of this curse. As your significant other thinks about you, your bosom will increase in size, " as she explained the rules, a cartoon figure appeared on the screen. It showed the character's breasts getting bigger and bigger. "The more he thinks about you the bigger you get."

Lori tugged on her friend's coat. "Listen to this."

"But you only get bigger if he can't see you. And I might suggest, all of you remove your brazerries and put on a lose shirt because some of my early customers grew pretty fast."

One of the ladies raised her hand, "Um... is there any limit on how big we can get?"

The old fortuneteller grinned when she answered the question "There's no limit on how big you can get. So you better plan ahead. But remember, Sunday is the day that you revert back to normal. Think of it as a one day break from your curse. Any more questions? Then sit back and get ready."

Lori grew pale. She pulled on September's sleeve, "Did you hear that," she whispered, "no limit. We could get redicoulsly huge... I" and before Lori could finish her statement her boobs started to grow. She let out a nervous gasp as she filled up the remaining space in her loose coat. Thankfully she chose not to wear a bra this morning. She could barely manage to suppress her shock, as her breasts became evident even through her thick coat. She felt like a living breathing Barbie that had tits that could poke someone's eyes out.

The six customers looked in amazement and Mrs. Korsteen said, "I'm impressed with the demonstration, but lets get started."

The fortuneteller pinched her mouth in annoyance and waved good bye as September dragged Lori outside. Once they got into September's car, Lori started to feel a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? You're not getting worried are you?" asked September.

"A little. Did you hear what the fortuneteller said... no limits."

"So?"

"Don't you understand, what happens if Randi can't get me out of his mind. He was like that before we got married. What happens if I become the size of a blimp? If I keep growing and growing and..."

"Relax... Don't you remember? The fortuneteller said we revert back to normal on Sunday. Today is Saturday. Lets just go to the mall, see the young clerk, and go home. Then we play our game of Monopoly. You see, nothing to be worried about."

Lori relaxed a little and smiled in agreement.

They arrived at the mall to find it still relatively quiet, except for the mob at the Black velvet store.

Lori and September could hardly believe what they were seeing. The store was packed. There were over twenty women shopping- twenty very busty women shopping. They were all picking around the specialty items, trying to find a bra that fit. The two registers were practically going non stop as two enormous employees were ringing up purchases. The employees were so big that they had to use the registers sideways and their breasts jiggled with every key stroke. Every now and then one of the customers would start to grow, often resulting in them returning their items and looking for a larger size.

Lori looked upon the scene with amazement. "Oh my... what have we done?"

September gave Lori a friendly jab with her elbow. "We're trend setters."

It was then that the young clerk spotted them. She let out a cry of glee and came running towards them. Lori's eyes grew wide and September laughed as they watched the young woman come trotting forward. She had become redicoulsy huge. Her boobs were the size of small been bag chairs, and they bounced like runaway soap bubbles. She was wearing a baby blue jump suit with a zip-up front. It seemed that the outfit was doing only a modest job of covering her massive hooters. The zipper look dangerously close to giving in. She barely made it to September and Lori. When she tried to stop, it appeared that her giant breasts still had a ton of momentum, and they nearly pulled her to the ground. She steadied herself on a rack and tried to get her breathing under control. Lori and September took a few cautious steps back as they watched the young clerk's melons rise and fall with each breath, like some kind of round pontoons on rough seas.

Once the clerk caught her breath, she began to thank them, "I'm glad you came back. Thank you so much for showing me that nice old fortuneteller. My boyfriend thinks of me a lot, and its done wonders for my business. I hope you didn't mind that I told others about the nice lady."

Lori and September shook their heads no, still unable to stop looking at the young clerk's colossal breasts.

"Oh... I almost forgot. Yesterday, I called a friend who works at a synthetics plant. I told him of my situation, and he happily came up with a solution. To make a long story short, he knew someone who could make clothes and they came up with a few items. Early this afternoon, he sent me a small shipment of some prototypes. I'm wearing one now. But I saved some for you. They're on the house. Come to the back and I'll dig them out."

The young clerk led them through a door that said 'employees only' and took them to receiving. Inside was a young man unloading a UPS truck. He about fell out of the truck when he saw the three of them walking by. The young clerk gave him a friendly wave.

Once they reached the back of receiving, the clerk lifted up a small bench and stepped into a tiny work area. She was so big, she barely had room to work. She looked at a few boxes and then found what she was looking floor.

"Okay... The first thing we have is what I'm wearing. Its for when you get kinda big. Its a body suit that's made up of three components. The top half is designed like a parachute so as you get bigger it stretches out around your chest. The next item is ah..." The sales clerk gave a slight pause as she quickly shot a glance at her chest. There was a soft sound of a zipper being pulled down as two gigantic tits became even larger.

September and Lori's mouth fell open as they watched what was happening. The young girl's face started to flush but then her growth stopped.

The clerk managed to collect her thoughts before continuing her description, "Another item is these shirts. They have small clasps on the sides that can be undone to allow for a more room in the front. All you have to do is give a slight pull and..." Before she could finish, the clerk's chest started to grow again. Her boobs were getting so big that they were touching the counter. She was rapidly running out of space. "Ummm, excuse me for a moment." The sales clerk pulled out a cell phone and quickly died a number. September and Lori listened in amusement to the young woman's conversation.

"Joey... It's me Beth, you better stop this right now... No I mean it... Why? I getting too big. I'm wearing the last outfit that will fit me... Listen... you've got to stop. I'm with some customers and you're embarrassing me. Please try not to let you mind wander, okay?" The clerk quickly closed her phone and continued her speech, "The next item is similar to the bras that I sold you yesterday, they only thing different is that they are bigger, can stretch more, and they have these special break away hooks."

The sales clerk attempted to move onto the next item, but her arms didn't have enough space to reach the box in front of her. She quickly gave up and gestured to the last box. "The last item is my personal favorite. Its a blouse-body suit combination. Its very lose up at the top, but has a brief-like bottom to prevent the blouse from becoming un-tucked if you experience a rather large growth surge. Its also has simple clasp buttons that pop open real easy." The sales clerk attempted to collect the items together but her massive tits prevented nearly all movement. "So here you go... I... just need to put everything away."

She tried again to place everything back in the box, but it seem an impossible task. As September an Lori were about to help, the clerk stopped and looked at her engorged breasts with dread. She began to grow yet again. Lori gasped when she watched the zipper fly down the suit. September had to suppress a laugh as the sales clerks areola started to poke out from the ever-increasing gap in her front. But what made the scene so funny was the clerk's tits filled up every last inch of the cubicle and pressed deep into the counter, making her look like a giant pin cushion.

"We can get that. We really appreciate this." Said September and Lori nodded her head in silent amazement.

"The appreciation is all mine... (urk)...I can't thank you enough... (ack)... can I ask a favor...Can you help me out of this station?"

They all laughed a nervous chuckle and managed to get the clerk out of the small enclosure before she became stuck. Once out, everyone realized how large she had become. Her boobs had forced the zipper all the way down to her crotch, revealing small white panties. The clerk felt where the zipper had stopped and looked extremely embarrassed. She tried to zip herself back up and couldn't do it. September tried to help, but it was impossible. The young clerk was rapidly becoming very angry. She went to get her cellular phone off the counter and couldn't reach it. Lori rushed over and handed the clerk her phone. She dialed her boyfriend and made herself comfortable on a large stocker cart. She was so big that her boobs almost oozed over the sides of the mobile platform While the clerk let her man have it, September and Lori picked up their stuff and quickly left.

They were walking out of the mall when September started to smirk. "You know... I bet by tonight I'll be even bigger than the sales clerk."

Lori came to an abrupt halt, and looked at her friend with disbelief. "You have got to be joking. There is no way you'll be that big. I, on the other hand, could easily be that big if not bigger."

"Oh really?"

"Yes... really!"

"You want to make a friendly wager?" taunted September.

"Yes, I'm up to your challenge."

"All right... follow me to the van and lets talk." Said September as she opened the back cargo door. She laid out the boxes and pulled out a large stretchable bra and button-up blouse-brief. "Here's the wager, the first one to bust out of this blouse and bra is the winner."

Lori looked at her friend and smiled. "But what's the prize?"

"The prize is... The loser has to cook dinner for the winner every Saturday for the next month."

"Deal." replied Lori and she reached over and shook her friends hand. The vigorous hand shake caused both woman's boobs to tremble. This was going to be a battle to remember.

September was starting on her hair when Matt stepped out of the shower. She had all ready taken her bath early this afternoon but was still wearing a towel. She had gotten so large that she needed a full size beach towel to be properly covered. Matt came over and gave her a friendly peck before walking into his closet to get dressed. He seemed a little nervous but was keeping calm.

She removed the curlers from her hair while mentally going over her battle plan. Tonight was an all out competition and she wasn't going to hold anything back. Her hair was lightly curled, flowing across her bare shoulders like soft brushes of ink on a pale canvas. She put on a small hint of burgundy blush and dark brown lipstick. This made her face even more pale and brought out her hazel eyes. The final touch was a hint of Liz Claiborne perfume. This stuff was extremely narcotic to Matt, and she used it very sparingly. Hopefully all of her seductive components would drive Matt insane.

She opened the bathroom door and peaked out to see if Matt was still in the room. He wasn't. She guessed he was down in the kitchen picking out a bottle of wine for tonight. She stealthily walked to her dresser and opened the smallest drawer. Inside was her most skimpiest underwear and lingerie.

She pulled out the blouse-body suit and then grabbed the special lycra bra. She put on the bra first and was surprised at how well it fit. She gave the front a testing tug and let out a small gulp when she saw how much the front clasp could stretch. She would probably have to add another ten inches to her 45 inch bust before it would even come close to busting.

"Hey!...honey, hurry it up, its almost 7:15. We said we'd be there by 7:30" yelled Matt from the kitchen.

"I know, I know, just give me 10 more minutes and I'll be right down."

She looked at the body suit and wondered how it worked. The lower brief part was very form fitting, like a corset, and was very comfortable. The top part was made out of a much loser material that felt like satin. She buttoned the clasps slowly and looked at herself trying to estimate how much more she needed to grow before her first button went. It didn't look very promising. She could grab a handful of material before the blouse became tight across her chest.

She glanced at the clock and realized if she didn't hurry she was going to be late. She grabbed her secret weapon. Some time ago, when she was in a mischievous mood, she had went into a trendy teenage clothes shop and bought a pair of stretch pants that had zippers on the legs. The pants were so tight, you could easily she her butt cheeks. She slowly zipped up the pants and did a last minute check. She looked perfect. There was no way Matt could think of anything else but her.

"Come on, hon. Its time to go." whined Matt.

September gave her bosom a friendly little pat before answering, "I'm ready, get the car and lets go."

Lori sat in the dining room waiting patiently for her friends to arrive. Randi was meticulously checking the game room, making sure the Monopoly game was ready for play. She glanced in the wet bar mirror and did one last look over. She had her hair done early this morning. The hair dresser put in a little more curl and added a few more highlights. The curls gave her hair more body and the highlights made her natural color even more vivid. Her hair fell about her face and shoulders like wild mane. She had put on her pale Winter Shade lip stick that made her lips almost white. She also wore a string of white pearls that hung low on her chest. She also wore a knit mini-skirt that hugged her hips nicely. But the last item was her best. She was wearing her glasses. Randi had a crazy fetish for women who wore glasses. Her vision was 20-20, but one time for fun, she bought a pair of frames and had non-prescription lenses inserted. Every now and then, she'd wear them to torment Randi. Tonight they were required because she was going to play dirty.

The door-bell rang and Lori quickly got out of her chair and answered the door. Matt walked in and almost dropped the bottle of wine when he saw her. She could tell he was surprised and very concerned, but he didn't say anything. September walked in, and like a pair of lionesses, they sized each other up. It was going to be a close game.

Lori took her friends' coats and hung them in the kitchen closet, "Come on in." Lori looked over to Matt and gestured into the kitchen, "Randi is in the kitchen getting the refreshments, just give him the bottle of wine."

Matt nodded numbly and walked into the kitchen. He gave one last timid look at the two wives before closing the kitchen door.

Lori and September gave each other a final examination. After a few seconds of close inspection, they came to a conclusion that Lori had the lead.

Lori walked up to her friend and smiled "You ready to begin our little game?"

September smiled back. "You betcha, and may the best breasts win."

Before they could finish their snappy little banter, each could feel their breasts begin to grow. They both watched as their two fleshy spheres took up more and more room on their chests. They each smiled as they listened to the soft sound of lycra sliding against lycra. By the time they finished growing, Lori had nearly lost most of her lead. She gave her friend a pinched little smile, and September stuck out her tongue in mock triumph. They squared off and began their little contest.

"Randi... Matt..." Lori increased her volume slightly before continuing, "September and I are going into the game room. If you need any help with the refreshments just give us a holler."

September gave her friend a slightly quizzical look, and Lori took her friend's arm, pulling her to the stairs that lead down into the game room.

The two women walked down the wooden stairs. The soft creak, creak of the hard wood kept tempo with their swaying bosoms. September was about to say something, but Lori gave her a small hush that said 'wait till we get to the game room so they can't hear us'. They gave one last look up-stairs and entered the basement.

The basement had taken some serious work from Randi. He spent over two months making it water tight, installing the two sump pumps, and a single large dehumidifier. Even though the house was build on a hill, there was a chance of water collecting inside, especially during the really strong winter rains. That meant every item had to be moisture resistant. All the wood was chemically treated, the walls were chemically sealed, and much of the wiring had to be specially grounded in case of water exposure. All in all, it was a good basement. After it was finished, Randi installed a wet bar with mini refrigerator. The bar had two draft taps. Randi never was a big fan of beer so he had the taps filled with root bear and Jolt. The room adjacent was Randi's pride and joy. Even with Randi's salary, it took a little time to complete the entertainment room. It had a large 80" flat screen TV that alone had set Randi back 10,000 dollars. It also had top of the line Polk speakers installed in every corner in order to have the full quality THX surround sound experience. When ever Randi watched Jurassic park, the floors shook.

All the rooms were furnished with rich dark brown leather furniture and dark cherry wood. That was their little deal. Randi could get what he wanted, but Lori had final say on the decor. The final cost of the basement was just shy of 40,000 dollars. She liked the basement, all except for one detail, the carpet. The carpet had to be especially mildew resistant. The selection of treated carpet was limited, and Lori didn't care for any of them. Her choice boiled down to which one she hated the least. Her final choice was a color that was an off green. The colors worked, but she would have much preferred a warmer color to go with the wood.

Lori took a few steps into the game room and let September take her seat. She had the home court advantage. She walked up to her seat and waited for the men to arrive. She had the chairs set up so the wives and husbands faced each other.

September and Lori examined each other trying to see who currently had the advantage. The two women were both extremely large. Even in the lose material, their breasts were quite visible. They looked like two large chief hats facing off. After a few more minutes of careful examination, a silent agreement was reached, Lori was still in the lead.

Lori gave a confident smile as she puffed out her chest for emphasis. "So... I see you're wearing a touch of your special perfume."

September gave a fierce smile back as she tapped her temple, "And I see you're wearing your pair of non-prescription glasses."

Lori's false look of surprise was almost comical. "Please, no need to get catty. We set no specific rules."

"So true..." September suddenly changed her expression to a more businesslike demeanor. "Did you have a talk with Randi?"

"About the chance of getting bigger? Oh yes. About an hour before you arrived..." Lori paused as she felt her boobs begin to grow. There was a soft whisper as flesh moved against fabric. "As I was saying...He was worried that I might become enormous, and wanted to know if I still wanted to play tonight. I explained that I needed something to take my mind off my condition; even if I do end up growing, not to worry, because there is nothing that can be done till tomorrow. I all want is to have a nice evening with my friends." She glanced at September for approval, " So did I do okay?"

September gave a soft applause and smiled. She was about to say something, but her boobs began to expand. She had almost caught up to Lori, but Lori's breasts were still slightly larger.

"Excellently done. I said something similar to Matt, and he bought it." September glanced down. "Another thing, great idea on sneaking down to the basement before our husbands. Did you plan it in advance or was this something on the fly?"

"I had it planned since lunch." Lori glanced at her chest, then September's. "I hope you're prepared to lose."

"Dream on, I hope you've stocked up your kitchen because..."

Before September could finish her taunt, they both started to grow some more. The lose material was slowly disappearing due to their expanding tits. There was the beginning of a definite outline of two extremely large breasts forming in the blouse. Both of their breasts were just inches away from touching the table. Now September had a slight lead over Lori. September gave her friend a triumphant smirk as she took a deep breath to emphasize her advantage.

Lori looked at her friend's larger chest with concern. If she didn't do something quickly, she was going to have to do more cooking on the weekends. Then she got an idea. She slowly walked away from her chair and headed to the stair well. September didn't pay much attention to what her friend was up to because she was more interested in watching her boobs finish growing. Lori glanced back at her friend. September was grinning like an idiot. She currently was much larger than Lori, and continued to lean back in her chair with extreme satisfaction. Lori turned back to face the stair well and put her plan in motion.

"Honey...Do me a favor... "Lori looked back at her friend and gave a small wink. September watched her friend closely, " Bring down a roll of paper towels... Just in case..." She paused to grab a big handful of her left breast, "You know...In case I accidentally knock something over."

Lori turned around to face her friend. She stuck out her tongue in an exaggerated childish taunt. Her comment must have worried Randi because her tits almost jumped off her chest from growing so fast.

September jumped out of her chair and mouthed a silent "Hey!" as she watched the remaining loose material disappear from Lori's blouse. Tighter and tighter it grew until the blouse looked like it was almost skintight. September realized she had greatly underestimated her friend. Lori's boobs engulfed her slender frame, barely stopping at her last rib. They were so big that they jutted out a solid foot from her chest. September's breasts, on the other hand, were very large but only covered her first couple of ribs. Her blouse still had a few lose folds. She was in deep, deep trouble.

Lori raced back into her chair and sat down with a hard thump. Her boobs did a few wild bounces as she opened her mouth in a silent yell of triumph.

"Whoa... I can feel my buttons growing tight. It won't be long now. So...Have you placed much thought on what you're going to cook? I mean, that blouse of yours is still pretty loose."

Lori started to reach over to touch her friends blouse, but September would have no part of it. She quickly placed her arms across her torso and moved her chair back a few inches, well out of Lori's reach.

She gave her friend a hard look before giving her reply. "Mock me while you can, my friend, because your lead is only temporary. And another thing..."

September's threat was cut off by the sound of the upstairs door being opened. Lori gave a tiny shush to quiet her friend as they watched their husbands walk down with the refreshments.

Lori quickly got out of her chair and walked to the entryway. "Do you two need any help?"

"No thanks, we got it covered." Randi was starting to walk down the stairs with arms full of snacks, food, and drink. "But if you want to help, how about getting the board out and..." He was unable to finish his sentence because his mouth refused to work. His eyes became the size of small saucers, once he caught view of his wife.

Matt almost dropped the fruit and vegetable tray when he too saw the women. The two husbands stood there slack jawed for almost two minutes as September and Lori desperately tried to maintain their poker faces.

September was about to let out a small snicker, when she saw her husband losing his grip on the tray. She quickly rushed over and leveled the tray before the cantaloupe balls started to roll onto the floor.

"Here- let me take that for you," She said in a tender voice as she gently removed the tray from Matt's hands. She then placed the tray on the snack table and did a small reorganization of the food. Matt numbly walked to his seat and sat down.

Lori also realized her husband wasn't going to move an inch without any help. She walked over and helped him with the bag of Baked Lays, the two bags of low-fat pretzels, and the large tray of cheeses, dips, and sauces. As she juggled the items, she tried to tuck some of the bags of chips under her arm. It almost worked except her boobs were too big and the bags of chips fell to the floor with a soft wrap. The noise brought Randi out of his trance, and he shook his eyes off of his wife's massive breasts long enough to pick up the bag and place it on the table. Lori gave a timid thank-you as she watched her detached husband slowly walk back to his chair and sit down. She started to feel a little sorry for the two men as they sat there staring at the Monopoly board. She then walked to the table and helped September finish setting up the snacks.

Both friends managed to finish setting up the snacks without much trouble. They would sometimes sneak a glance at their husbands who were meekly taking out the pieces and placing them on the table. They looked really pathetic. September shot her friend a wink. Lori tried not to giggle. September tried to open a container of low-fat ranch dip. She must have opened it wrong because the contents gooped all over her hand.

"Oh-jeeze, Look at me. I got dip all over my hand."

Lori quickly reached for a napkin and handed it to her friend. "Don't worry. You got a little on the table, that's all."

September reached for the napkin and then hesitated. All of her embarrassment was gone and a wicked little grin formed on her face. "Oh... Thanks. But look, my hands are all sticky. I'd better go wash up." She said as she started to head for the stairs.

Lori knew instantly what her friend was up to and tried to put a stop to it. "You don't need to go up stairs, go ahead and use our bathroom down here."

September turned around and put on a false face of sincerity "I couldn't do that, I'll end up making a mess in your nice bathroom. I'll use the utility sink up-stairs and place the napkin by your washing machine."

Before Lori could give a solid reply, September was half way up the stairs. She managed to open the door with her rump and gave her friend a little wink. Lori was extremely frustrated. She knew exactly why September wanted to use the up-stairs utility sink so badly. She glanced over to Matt and looked at his nearly blank expression as he helped Randi set up the Monopoly board. His eyes were wide and slightly glassy. Lori knew exactly what he was thinking about.

September had to desperately hold in a wild laugh as she turned on the utility faucet. She noted the large glop of dip she left on the chrome dial and told herself she should be a polite guest and clean up the mess. As she washed the dip off her hands, she could feel her boobs begin to press against her arms. Poor Matt, he must really be worried crazy. It felt as if someone had clamped compressed air tanks to each of her nipples and turned them on full-blast. She glanced at the window at her reflection. She kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. She became excited when she felt the beginnings of a wedgie as her breasts pushed the material father and father away from her body . There wasn't a trace of lose fabric anywhere. Her grandiloquent boobs looked as if they were sealed in shrink-wrap.

Lori sat in her chair and chewed on a nail. Randi and Matt still hadn't finished setting up the game. They were really out of it tonight. Normally they'd be finished by now and start with their macho banter. But tonight, they looked as if they suffered from some kind of head trauma. She couldn't take any more; there was no telling how big September was becoming. She had to do something, and she had to do it now. Then she stopped chewing her nail. She had a plan.

"Matt, how's your project going? Randi has nothing but good things to say about your work. I don't know if he's told you ,but your help has made his life much easier, especially dealing with the Project Directors."

Matt's look of oblivion was replaced with surprise then with a weak grin. Their wives hardly ever asked about work. And to hear that kind of remark from his best friend's wife brought him out of the pit of worry.

"You're absolutely right. But I need to set the record straight. If it weren't for his help, I'd be hurting. He thanks me every day, but I had no idea he talked about it at home."

Randi raised his hand with modesty. "Seriously Matt, sometimes I couldn't finish the day without you. The little things you do to get the Network administrators and CS techs from arguing all day is a real life saver."

Matt picked up his drink as his smile grew. "And you act as if you've never done anything to help me out. The time you added a virus to Robert's Mega Man network server was pure genius. That guy was a pure scumball for using the company's network to host a game that he was charging 5.50 to play. He wasn't worth a damn and was a born troublemaker. Later, you helped me build a file on that jerk." Matt looked distant, as if reliving a grand moment in his life. "We got him, and then we had him removed so fast he forgot to call his lawyer. THAT was helping me out..."

Lori sat back in her chair and smiled. September's growth should slow down real quick because once you got these two talking about work, it took some doing to get them to shut up.

September was almost finished wiping the dip off the handle, when her rapid growth stopped. She looked down and gave her jugs a small jiggle, as if the motion would cause them to start growing again. She bit her lower lip in frustration. It wasn't fair, she was getting used to being a zeppelin. Why'd she stop growing now? September then glared at the basement door. It must be Lori's doing.

September opened the stairwell door and instantly knew what Lori had done. Matt and Randi were in a heated discussion about work. It made perfect sense. How else would Lori get Matt to stop thinking about her?

She walked down the stairs and the conversation between the husbands stopped. Randi looked at his friend's wife, and his jaw dropped. Poor Matt nearly dropped his drink on his lap. Lori mouthed the phase 'serves you right' and wrinkled her nose. September gracefully walked to her chair and sat down. She gave everyone a friendly smile. Her breasts were so big, that she couldn't pull up her chair up all the way. The material was stretched so tight you could see the faint outline of her nipples.

"So are we ready to play some Monopoly?" she asked.

They had been playing Monopoly for over a year now and things had hardly ever deviated. Matt and Randi would start the game by arguing on who would get to roll the dice to determine player order. Tonight was a completely different game. Normally it was Randi's job to hand out the money. But he was so shocked by September's extremely large tits that all he could do was sit there and stare. With a look of slight annoyance, Lori reached for the bank and began to hand out the beginning money. She finished handing out the cash and placed the bank back in its original place. In doing so, she accidentally brushed her husband's hand with one of her massive boobs. This light contact brought her husband out of his trance. He looked disconnected for a second, then placed his money neatly in front of him.

September watched this little show with barely restrained amusement. She then glanced at her husband. It was Matt's job, once the money was handed out, to give everyone their favorite pieces. When he didn't do anything, September grabbed a handful of the nickel plated icons and handed them out. She gave Randi the dog, Lori the ship, herself the car, and Matt the top hat. She was amazed that he didn't protest. The hat was Matt's least favorite piece, and he would bitch all night if he didn't get something else. She realized when she handed out the pieces, he just looked at her breasts, then at Lori's, then back to hers, back and forth, back and forth. September gave Lori a little wink. The men were helpless tonight; it was time for some pay-back.

The wives showed no mercy to their husbands. After playing countless games to a pair of hyper-competitive, overgrown boys and losing every single game, they finally gave some back. It was a viscous game. The two men's concentrations were nonexistent, and they made constant mistakes. They would miss collecting their rent, forget to re-roll their doubles, and often blow their money- missing the prime properties like St. Charles Place, Atlantic Avenue, and the all-powerful Boardwalk and Park Place.

On top of that the wives were totally ruthless Monopoly barbarians. They used their enormous boobs to conceal their money. They would lean over slightly and give the dice a long shake, causing their breasts to shuffle and wiggle about. But their truly diabolical act was their constant stretching. It was the stretching that destroyed what little cognitive thought the two men had left. It wasn't long before the game became a slaughter.

Matt and Randi drank their root beer like it was liquid Crack. Once Randi was nearly finished, Lori would take it to the wet bar and fill it back up. September watched the whole process and smelled a scheme. She glanced over at the adjacent bathroom, and her eyes narrowed in realization. It wouldn't be long before Randi's bladder would need to be emptied. Now both of men's drinks were always full, and they never had to get up for a refill.

It took Randi four glasses of Root beer before he went to the bathroom. September winced as she watched her friend's blouse grow even tighter. Small ovals started to appear between the buttons, and Lori pretended to cover her mouth for a yawn when instead it was a sneer. Matt watched Lori's tits swell, and, even though her chair was at least 18 inches back, her boobs were starting to press against the table's edge.

Matt's face grew pale and he quickly walked to the bathroom. He waited for his turn at the john.

Randi walked out and almost did a double take when he saw how large his wife had become. Matt hurriedly walked past his friend and closed the door. It was now September's turn to grow.

September's breasts began growing again, causing small gaps to form between the buttons. Then there was a faint snap as September's first button went. Lori almost twitched herself out of her chair when she saw the large diamond gap in her friend's blouse. The gap dilated as the un-tethered material hung loose around the opening. A black bar of cleavage was pressing hard against the breach, and the front bra clasp made a small crunching sound as two large breasts continued to push hard on the undergarment. Lori clutched the table with a mad urgency, while September gave her friend a mad look of glee, like a runner who has just caught a glimpse of the finish line.

Matt stepped out of the bathroom and almost fell over. He mouthed the words 'holy shit' and rushed over to Randi. He whispered something to his friend and Randi nodded.

"Um... Excuse me, but would you two ladies please join us upstairs. We really need to talk." Said Matt as he helped his near paralyzed friend out of his chair.

Lori and September looked at each other for a few moments while Randi and Matt stumbled up the stairs. Lori wondered to herself if maybe she and September had taken this too far. Both of their husbands looked as if they were going to have a total mental collapse. September was much more composed. She was so close to wining their little game that she cared very little on present maters. If the men were freaking out, it was nothing to get concerned about... Once the game was over, everything would be explained. Lori sat in her chair and chewed on a knuckle. September then tagged her friend on the arm and gestured to follow the men upstairs.

The walk to the kitchen was slow for the wives. They could feel their titanic melons bounce with each step. Randi and Matt practically ran up the stairs like little kids. September made it upstairs first, and her boobs were already well into the kitchen way before she cleared the last step. Lori followed quickly behind, her boobs almost touching her friend's back. They shuffled to the refrigerator and quietly waited to see what their husbands would do next.

September realized why her husband wanted to have this discussion in the kitchen. He had taken the bottle of wine out of the refrigerator and was hitting it hard. Randi and Matt had all ready started their conversation. Both were extremely anxious and worried.

Matt turned to his wife, swallowed hard, and looked into her eyes before speaking. "Honey, I'm really worried about you. You said you might get a little bigger tonight, but this is crazy. Your boobs must have doubled in size three times tonight."

Randi shook his head in agreement. "That's right, and Lori, you've gotten just as big. We need to help you. Please tell us where this fortuneteller is so we can end this right now."

September looked at Lori, and Lori looked back. Had they pushed this too far? Their husbands looked close to hysterics. There was an awkward moment of silence.

September managed to get back her wits, and she walked up to her husband. She placed her hand on his shoulder to try to get him to relax. But Matt seemed only to tense up as he felt his wife's boobs press deep into his stomach. She gave her husband a tender rub and thought very carefully about her next words.

"Honey, there is nothing either of you can do tonight. The fortuneteller won't be there till tomorrow morning. I can give you the address, but I'm certain all you'll find is an empty office. Try to relax... neither of us... are in any discomfort. It's a little awkward, that's all."

The color returned to Matt's face as he tried to keep his voice steady. "A little awkward? Look at yourself. Your shirt is barely on. It looks as if it's going to fly off at any moment. You've gotten too big, I don't even know if I can get my arms around you. I need to do something."

Lori quickly added to the to the conversation. "Randi... September's right, there's nothing either of you can do tonight. Please... just try... to relax... we're just become slightly larger, that's all."

Matt and Randi looked at each other for the briefest moment, and then began to argue again. Matt wanted to look for the fortuneteller tonight, but Randi said that was a waste of time. What they needed to do was find the place and wait there till morning. September and Lori listened to the argument with keen interest. Never in their lives had their husbands showed such devotion. It was a little intoxicating for the both of them.

Lori listened to her husband try to convince Matt to wait, and she quickly grew distant. She glanced around her kitchen and realized something. It was only a few feet back to the utility room. Once she was there, she should be completely out her husband's view. Now was her chance. She took one small step back.

September looked at her friend with suspicion. Once Lori was in the entryway, September realized what her crafty little opponent was up to. Lori was now out of her husband's field of view and her breasts began to grow. September managed to casually take a few steps back and join her friend. They were both side by side when Lori's first button went.

The final race was on. They both eagerly watched their progress as their breasts gained momentum. The soft pip-pop of buttons were the pace markers as Lori and September's breasts kept getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Their special bras were being placed under such extreme forces that their designers would have been impressed. The straps got stretched as thin as parcel string, but they still continued to hold. The black triangle cups that once had no trouble cradling the women's breasts were now barely able to cover their areola.

POP... was the sound of the first bra giving way and it fell limply to the floor.

"I WIN!" yelled Lori, and then she quickly clamped her hands over her mouth.

The husband's heated conversation stopped, and two slightly suspicious faces came around the corner.

Matt walked into the entry way and scratched his chin. "Did I hear right? Did some one just yell- 'I win'?"

Lori was turned a bright red as she attempted to cover herself with her arms. The game was fun while being played, but now she was topless. It was somewhat awkward having breasts the size of snow tires and your best friend's husband in the same room. She tried a few more half attempts to cover herself with her hands, but it was an impossible task. In the end she limply folded her hands across her lap and backed into a corner. She looked at her friend for help. September just gave a weak smile to her husband.

Matt took a couple of steps towards his wife while Randi looked slightly confused. Matt looked at his wife with suspicion. Behind his eyes was the whirl of motion that meant his thoughts were almost complete. September started to back into a corner. She was really starting to get nervous; the look on Matt's face was not promising. She might have to pay the piper. After a few more paces, Matt was almost face to face with his wife, but September's massive boobs acted like a wall, preventing Matt from getting any closer. He looked down at her breasts then back to her eyes. September attempted to crouch as she saw her husbands eyes grow dark.

"Sweetie pie- why don't you tell me what exactly is going on?" he said as he drew even closer, pressing against his wife's chest.

September knew she was toast. There was no way she could escape. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Matt gave his wife the most sinister little smile. "I think you know exactly what I mean." He started to toy with the barely functional bra clasp. "You and Lori are up to something. Tell me what..." The plastic clasp gave way with a slight snap and the bra was practically blown off September's breasts. It fell to the floor with a small plop.

"Honey... What are you doing? I don't think this is the time or..."

September's plea was cut short because Matt was starting to trace his fingertips up and down his wife's sides. This was bad news for September because she was very ticklish. She started to squirm, but Matt had her pinned against the wall. Her breathing became rapid, and she bit her lip in an attempt to control her panic.

Lori saw what was going on and swallowed hard. She glanced over at Randi. The look of confusion was gone, and it was starting to get replaced by a steadily increasing shade of red. It was only a matter of time before she would get her turn.

Matt continued his tickles, showing no sign of stopping. "If I understand correct, I have a poor victimized wife who has a curse placed upon her. It seems that her breasts keep getting bigger. The amount of embarrassment and inconvenience must be monumental. " He paused, slowly bringing his hands up his wife's sides. Under her armpits was her most sensitive area. It was only a matter of time before she cracked. "Yet, the suffering wasn't so bad that we needed to cancel the Monopoly game. The game was played, and you two seemed completely oblivious to how large you were becoming. Then Lori's top blows off, she yells- I win, and we end up right here. You have thirty seconds to tell me exactly what's going on."

September knew she was trapped. She tried to squirm out of Matt's grasp, but he was using her breasts like a vise. She looked over to Lori for help, but all he friend could do was continue to cower. Matt's tickles were becoming unbearable, her lip began to tremble as she desperately tried to hold in her eventual scream.

"Matt... Please...I... didn't mean to..." September's face was becoming purple and Matt's fingers were just inches away from the danger area. She started to thrash and squirm, but Matt's hold was too tight. He pressed harder on her boobs increasing the pressure. "Ohhh...(whimper)...please stop..." She tried one last time to get away, but Matt leaned even harder to the point were he was just inches away from her face. A few more seconds passed before she cracked, "STOP, STOP, STOP, I'LL TELL."

Matt stopped his tickles, and September slid to the floor. Randi had his arms crossed across his chest and glared at his wife. Lori could only stare at her friend's feeble gasps for air.

Once the red color left September's face and her breathing slowed, she began her confession, "I'm sorry... Lori and I went to the fortuneteller, that much is true." September paused and looked up at her husband with guilty eyes. She cringed when she saw his expression. "We were lonely, and we wanted to find out if you still loved us. The fortuneteller said she could answer any question. We wanted to know how often you thought about us. So... the fortuneteller placed an enchantment on us. Every time you think about us, our boobs get bigger." September looked up and tried to get her friend's support. Lori's eyes were dangerously moist, and she unconsciously sucked on her fingertips. September crouched down a little more to finish the last of her confession. "And we decided not to tell you in order to get your sympathy. Later we made a bet on who could bust out of their clothes first. It was just supposed to be fun. We never..."

Matt raised his hand to cut off his wife. He looked over to Randi. Randi looked borderline postal. Before Matt could say anything to his friend, Randi stormed out of the kitchen and went into his office. Lori jumped when she heard the door slam.

Lori stood helplessly in the new formed silence. Small tears were beginning to form in the corner of her eyes. As soon as the office door was closed, Lori's breasts started to grow and grow fast. She watched helplessly for a few moments while her boobs ballooned out. It was only moments before they covered her entire chest. Panic struck, she stumbled out of the kitchen, and ran to Randi's office.

With a fierce pounding, she struck the door. "Randi... I'm sorry, please come out. I didn't mean to make you worry. I..." Lori stopped her pleading when she heard the door lock. She was getting so big , it was almost impossible to reach the door. "Randi! Open this door right now! You've never locked me out."

Lori's voice almost screeched as she tried to reason with her husband. Yet her boobs never stopped growing. Tears rolled down her face as her tits grew past her crotch and almost touched her knees. Once she realized how big she was becoming, she staggered a few steps back and attempted to run to the bedroom. She only made it into the family room and then realized something. She was too big to make it up the stairs. So she sat down in the center of the room and silently cried as she continued to grow. In the dimly lit room, pieces of furniture were slowly being moved by the expanding breasts.

September sat on the floor with her eyes clamped shut, listening to Lori plead with her husband. She knew this was all her fault. A thick chunk of bile was wedged in her throat. All she could do was sit and try not to cry.

Matt listened to the argument briefly and walked to the closet to retrieve their coats. He grabbed his wife's coat and tossed it on her head. "Hey..." He snapped as his finger tapped on her head, "take this and cover up as best as you can. We are leaving."

Before September could say anything, her arm was firmly grasped. She was pulled up and lead to the car. Her coat was still draped over her head. She placed her coat over her chest and prayed the ride home would be short.

The drive back was in total silence. September sat in the car and timidly held her jacket to her chest. She glanced over to Matt and saw his face was a stern mask. She was fucked. No amount of oral sex was going to get her out of this. All she could hope for was a merciful way out.

Matt pulled the van into the garage and opened the passenger door and waited for his wife to get out. He then closed the van door with a too forceful slam and calmly followed his wife into the kitchen. September didn't know what to do, so she waited in the kitchen while Matt bolted the door and activated the security system.

"Go into the family room. We need to talk" He said with a hard face.

September did what she was told and sat on their biggest couch. She waited patiently in the room while she listened to her husband pour a glass of water. She could feel her breasts slowly growing. Matt was mad, probably really mad, but he was keeping his temper in check. He walked in the family room and looked at his wife. It was going to be hard to lay into her with her boobs resting in her lap, but he was upset.

He let out a small sigh and looked his wife dead in the eye before asking, "Why did you do it?"

September paused before she answered. "I...I was scared you didn't love me like you used to."

Matt had to choke down some unknown emotion. "Love you like I used to? What the hell does that mean? I always tell you that I love you."

September got up and went for her husband. Before she could hug him, she felt his hand pushing on her boobs keeping her back. She slowly backed away like a wounded animal. Never in their marriage did Matt ever turn her away. A potent mixture of fear, panic, and pain bubbled up in her throat.

"I... I know you always say you love me, but sometimes the little signs are missing. Like when you used to reach over in bed to touch me, or put your hand on my butt like you used too. Then there's all the times you stay late at work, leaving me alone. I get scared."

Matt's eyebrows drew closer together as he listened to his wife. "I know. I have been staying late at work, but it doesn't justify this." Matt pointed at his wife's massive chest. "Look at yourself. When people see you like this, they're going to point and whisper. Shit! My wife is a freak. All because you had to know what has always been true, that I still love you."

"THIS!" yelled September as she jutted out her boobs, "Is temporary." She glanced over at the clock and quickly wiped a tear from her face. "In twenty minutes, when the clock says midnight, my beasts will return to normal. That's part of the curse. I've been trying to tell you but..." She couldn't finish. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

Matt watched his wife cry without any expression. "Spare me your crocodile tears."

September's head jerk up and she slapped her husband across his face. She quickly backed up when she saw his hand tense into a fist. "GO AHEAD, hit me, I know I desire it." She screamed and then sat back down on the couch to continue crying.

Matt's anger left him in a hot flash as he looked at his closed fist. Never in their 3 years of marriage, or anytime when they dated, had he ever made a fist at his wife. He slowly opened his hand and watched the tendons disappear from his wrist. He walked over to his wife and almost felt sick when she saw her flinch at his approach. He sat next to her and took his finger and traced it down her ample flesh.

September opened her eyes and looked at her husband.

"Honey, I so sorry, I never wanted it to go this far." he whispered.

September took her husband's hand and placed it in hers. "I'm sorry too, for making you worry so much. I never should have questioned your love."

Matt reached over and tried to take his wife into his arms. Her boobs were just too big, and September smiled as he tried a few different angles. Finally they managed to lean against each other with their foreheads touching. They watched the clock slowly tick to 12 o'clock.

It was 11:42 when Randi opened the door. All of the lights were out except in the kitchen. He could hear the sounds of soft sobs coming from the family room. He timidly walked around the corner and was shocked. His wife had become so large that she pushed all of the furniture to the walls. She had to be eight feet into the air. She lay on top of her boobs like some giant flesh colored hill. She still had her glasses in her hand and cried face down into her flesh. Randi was in awe. She was huge. He had no idea she could get this big. Thank God he calmed down or she might have grown right out of the house.

He cautiously edged around his wife's massive flesh. He only had a three or four foot space to work with. He looked around to see if any if the furniture had been crushed. It seemed like everything was okay. He continued to slide around his wife and managed to get to her back. Her legs dangled helplessly in the air. He leaned into his wife and placed his hand on her ankle.

She flinched at the contact and whirled around to face her husband. "Look at what you have done."

Randi took a step back, releasing his hold. "I'm sorry."

The tone touched something deep within Lori and her anger melted away. All she was left with was cold tears. "It doesn't matter. I deserve this."

Randi grew pale and he placed his hands on the pink mountain that was his wife's breasts. He was desperately trying to come to terms with their predicament. "I don't know what to say. No matter what happens, we'll get through this."

Lori leaned on her hand and let out an exaggerated puff. "Please... I'm sure somewhere deep down, you get a delight in seeing me this big. I'm sure you're all excited about the prospect of taking care of a woman with eight foot tall breasts. I hate to disappoint you, but in less than fifteen minutes I'll shrink back to normal."

Randi's jaw dropped "Wha?"

"Yes- you heard right. In just a little bit, I will return to normal. Then I'm going up stairs and going to bed. You will sleep on the couch."

Randi's was surprised. "Me... Sleep on the couch? It was you who started this whole mess."

Lori tensed up. "You're right... I... I'm sorry." She continued to cry and wiped her hand across her nose. Randi grimaced when he saw the translucent tendril of snot stick to her arm. He walked into the kitchen to get a roll of paper towels and handed them to his wife. She blew her nose and handed the used cloth back to him. He smiled as he took the moist rag and threw it way.

"Pookie- will you forgive me." she whispered.

Randi walked up and kissed his wife's massive boob. "I now understand why you did it. I forgive..." Then a devilish little twinkle appeared on his face. He walked over to his wife's behind. "But we mustn't forget... you were very bad. You must be punished." He reached up and pulled down Lori's skirt. He took a few moments to stare at his wife's perfect butt.

Lori tried to prop herself up to see what her husband was up to. "Randi... What are you up to?"

"You've been a very bad girl tonight and you must be spanked." He reached back and gave his wife a playful little smack on her behind.

"You little troll...I ought to" She smiled, they hadn't played like this in a long time. She tried to struggle.

He reached up and grabbed his wife's legs, preventing her from struggling. She let out a little yip of protest.

"No, No, No.. You mustn't try to run away from your spankings. I still have many more to give."

"When I get my hands on you, you'll regret the day..." she growled.

Before she could finish her threat, Randi lightly smacked her butt again. This probably would have continued most of the night, but the clock struck twelve and Lori quickly shrunk back to her normal size.

Randi was suddenly put off balance and fell to the floor, next to his wife. Lori was quick to take advantage of the confusion and straddled her husband before he could do anything.

She sat on top of him and smiled, "So you wanted to spank me. Tonight, I am going to fuck you so hard you'll be lucky if you can crawl out of bed. No, I'll do you right here, right now."

Lori tore off her husband's clothes with a primal growl.

A few seconds latter as Randi was getting ready to get the lay of his life he looked up at his wife with a grin. "You know, I was kinda hoping that I could have made love to you when you were still huge."

Lori stopped removing his shirt and blushed. "You sick little man, but don't worry the process starts all over again Monday morning.

Randi looked at his wife with disbelief then grew pale as he realized she wasn't joking.

Matt sat in silence as he watched his wife's breasts shrink back to normal. "Hon, its late... we should get to bed."

Septembers eyes were almost dry and she gave a small sniff before she replied, "I know, I'm tired... Lets go to bed."

As they walked up the stairs together Matt placed his hand on his wife's butt and kneaded her cheeks.

September jumped to the side with a playful shriek. "You little stinker, you haven't made biscuits in a long time."

"I know... September... My love... I am the luckiest man alive."

September blushed, "Thank you."

Later that night Matt took his wife upstairs and held her in his arms till she fell asleep.

That night, as many happy couples went to sleep, an old fortuneteller tacked a sign on her door.

It said:

Dear customers,