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THE M FILES
"TITS"
 a short story by:
AGENT M

	Sarah was by no means an ugly girl. She was fairly popular, had 
lots of friends, and even a few boyfriends. She came for a middle class 
family, and if anything, was average. But she hated being average. 
Average was boring. Average was plain. Average was..., average. How 
she longed to be different from everyone else, to stand out, for people 
to notice her. That's probably what brought her to the odd little shop 
outside the mall, called "The Odd Little Shop." 
	"Cute," she mumbled to herself as she stepped through the door, a 
small bell tingling above her head. Inside, the store smelled old and 
musty, and looked a lot like someone's attic..., only with more shelves. 
She waited by the counter, but noone came, so she decided to explore 
the store herself. The shelves were lined with old books, clothes, and 
junk. Near the back, was a shelf filled with bottles and boxes, some 
looked to be over 100 years old. "Eye of frog? Tail of beaver? Sounds 
like some sort of witch's spell book." As she turned to leave, something 
caught her eye. An old green glass bottle, about the size of a small Coke 
bottle, was on the very end of the shelf. A tattered paper label on it 
read: "Tit Tonic. Lets you...... have the biggest tits on the whole county." 
A small part was torn and faded, but what was left was enough to get 
her attention. "Tit tonic? Biggest tits in the whole county? No way!" She 
looked down at the price tag, which read $5.00. "well, even if it doesn't 
work..., the bottle's nice, and I could use it as a joke." She carried the 
bottle to the counter, and rang the service bell, but noone came. When 
she turned to leave, a male voice startled her.
	"Can I help you?"
	Sarah turned around. The man had to be at least eighty years old! 
His head was almost completely bald, and what hair he had, was as 
white as snow. He looked Chinese, like that old guy off of The Karate 
Kid. "Uhhhhh, yeah, I was looking to buy this old bottle..., here's five 
dollars." The old man looked at her, then the money, then back at her. 
"Are you planning on drink the contents of that bottle?"
	Sarah was starting to get nervous. "No, of course not. I'm buying it 
as a joke, just for the label..., that's all" Well, what else would she have 
said? `Yes sir, I'm gonna drink it and make my tits real huge and fuck 
hundreds of boys'? The old man walked towards her, his body smelled 
mustier than the store. "When you get home, dump the contents down 
the drain. Don't drink it unless you're prepared to face the 
consequences." He snatched the five dollar bill out of her hand. "Thank 
you, come again."


	Sarah ran up to her room as soon as she came home. She threw 
her purse into the corner and sat on her bed, sorting through her large 
shopping bag and throwing the clothes she had bought behind her. They 
were all too large, although some were small, even for her. Finally, she 
found it. She lifted the green bottle to her bedside lamp, sending a haze 
of green around the room. Nothing appeared to be floating in it, and it 
looked a lot like water. She twisted off the top, and sniffed it. "Smells 
like..., strawberries." She looked at herself in her  full length mirror, the 
bottle in her hand. Her firm 17 year old body was nice and trim, with 
generous hips, and a slim waist. Her breasts were in no means small at a 
large B cup, but Sarah had always wished they were a bit bigger. Her 
curly red hair hung down below her shoulders in a sort of pony tail. Her 
flared jeans, small pink blouse, and black wedge shoes looked rather 
nice on her..., but not unusual. She looked like most other teen girls, but 
that was all going to change now. Sarah cautiously placed the mouth of 
the bottle on her lips, and tasted a tiny drop. "Hmmmmm, tastes kinda 
like..., blueberries." She took a small sip, then another, then another. 
Soon, she had her head tilted towards the ceiling, making sure to get 
every last drop. She licked her lips, making sure none of the precious 
potion was wasted. "Mmmmmm, that was good. I wish I had more of it." 
She then realized what she had done. "Wait a minute, what if that was 
some sort of poison? Or, what if it's extremely potent? I could end up 
with tits the size of bean bag chairs!" But it was too late. She had 
already drank it, and there was no stopping it now.
	A strange bubbling sensation began in her stomach, like she was 
nervous, or had gas. She held onto her stomach, and could actually feel 
it moving. Slowly, the feeling moved up her stomach, and into her chest. 
"Ohhhhhhh, that feels..., funny." she moaned, as the bubbling turned into 
a sort of tingling sensation. The tingling spread over her breasts, then 
concentrated on her nipples, causing her to gasp with delight. She could 
see her nipples stiffen through her blouse, feeling the rough fabric rub 
against them, causing her to mew. Her nipples extended to their normal 
swollen size, but to Sarah's delight, they continued to swell. Her nipples 
grew to the size of fingertips, and showed no sign of stopping. Her 
blouse felt funny on her areola, like it was rubbing against it, but she 
was lost in the sensation. Her right hand snaked down the front of her 
jeans to her sopping wet pussy, as her left hand played with her 
swelling nips. She rubbed and flicker her clit, sliding two fingers into 
her snatch, as her nipples teats swelled past thumb size. She could feel 
her bumpy, puffy areola swelling in her hand, as it inched farther and 
farther away from her nipples. Her left nipple pressed hard against her 
hand, it had to be as long as her middle finger, and three times as thick! 
Her right nipple was straining the pink fabric of her blouse, and she 
could hear it tearing. Her mind was swimming in a sea of pleasures; her 
pussy felt like it was on fire, as she slipped in a third finger. Her nipples 
were insanely sensitive, and she could hear the fabric of her blouse 
tearing around them! She felt herself cumming from the joint sensations 
of her pussy, nipples and growth. As her right nipple tore through her 
shirt, she screamed as her orgasm finally hit her, harder and louder 
than ever before! It seemed like she came for hours, tugging on her 
huge nipples, rubbing her engorged pussy, she couldn't speak, only 
mouth out her pleasure as she screamed. Then, in an exhausted heap, 
she fell over backwards, into a deep sleep.


	Sarah woke up a bit fuzzy headed after a few hours, not really 
sure of what had happened. Her pussy ached, and so did her chest, but 
in a strangely pleasant way. She tried to get up, and felt a strange 
heaviness on her chest, as well as a large wet puddle around her crotch. 
"Hmmmmmmm? Whaaaa? Wazzat?" She leaned forward, and stood up, 
causing the weight to get much heavier. "What?" She looked at herself 
in the mirror, and almost pissed herself.
	Her areola covered her entire chest in two large circles, or more 
accurately, a figure 8, since they were joined largely in the center of her 
chest. Her nipples had to be thicker than pop cans, and longer than 
600ml Pepsi bottles! They seemed to always stand erect, and every 
feature was magnified. The bumps on her areola were huge, and 
surrounded by what appeared to be millions of regular sized bumps. 
Her nipples were a reddish pink, and looked slightly like the surface of 
a cock. She even had somewhat large holes in the end of her nipples 
where milk would come out. Although only less wide as a pencil shaft, 
she could fit each of her fingers inside of them, except her thumb. Her B 
cup breasts were non-visible, the only proof that she had any breasts at 
all were hidden under her massive expanse of areola, which pressed 
outwards on the same curve as her breasts used to.
	"I'm a freak!" she cried, tears streaming down her fresh teenage 
face. "No one in their right mind would want to be around me! How am I 
supposed to go outside with these? People will think I'm stealing 
canned food from the supermarket!" She touched one with her hand, 
oohing at the touch. "I can't even wear any rough fabric, or I'll end up 
having an orgasm in the middle of the mall or something!" Sarah noticed 
the bottle lying on the floor, and examined it. Besides the directions, 
there wasn't much else on the label, except in small writing: `IF 
UNSATISFIED, PLEASE RETURN TO PLACE OF PURCHASE FOR A FULL 
REFUND.' "That's it! The old man at that odd little shop! He must have 
some sort of nipple shrinking formula! And if not, I can sue his pants 
off!"


	Getting to the mall was easier said than done. First of all, there 
was nothing in Sarah's closet that could possibly hide what she had 
grown on her chest. So, she decided to wear a sports bra to strap down 
her humongous nipples, and a large sweatshirt, giving the appearance of 
a C or D cup chest underneath. Also, she didn't have a car, and she was 
afraid to ask a friend for a ride, for fear of them discovering her secret. 
So, instead, she had to take the bus. Not only did it take almost an hour 
to get there, but during the whole trip she felt as if people were staring 
at her chest. In fact, not everyone was staring at her chest, only the 
guys were, but that was to be expected. After all, she did appear to 
have a set of D's under her sweater.
	Once she got into the mall, things went from bad to worse. Outside 
the weather had been hot, but the mall was almost freezing due to the 
huge air conditioners all over the place. The sudden gust of cool air 
rushing towards her as she entered was unexpected..., and had a most 
disastrous effect. Even strapped under a jogging bra and a thick 
sweater, Sarah's massive teats were still exposed to the cool air. Almost 
instantly she could feel her nipples stiffen. "They're getting erect!?! I 
thought they were erect! How big are these things going to get???" 
Sarah ran through the mall, desperately trying to cover her swelling 
chest, without drawing attraction to herself. It wasn't working. People 
were looking just because she was running, but taking a second look 
when they saw her chest. By now, it looked like she had shoplifted two 
cans of Pringles chips and had them stuffed down her shirt. They flew 
from side to side, rubbing against her terribly stretched jogging bra, 
sending waves of pleasure through her system, but she tried 
desperately to ignore them. After what seemed like hours, the old green 
sign with "The Odd Little Shop" in gold letters came into her view. Sarah 
sighed in both relief and pleasure, as she rushed into the shop, the bell 
tinkering above her head. By now, her nipples were absolutely huge, 
and she desperately tried to hug them to her chest. "Hello? I need some 
help here!"
	From behind a curtain, which acted as a door deeper into the shop, 
the old man stepped out. "May I help you?" he said, in his raspy, musty 
voice.
	Sarah let go of her chest for a moment, and all hell broke loose. 
Without their restraint, her nipples flew outwards, tearing the sports 
bra right off of her fit frame, and making huge tents in her sweat shirt. 
They had to be over a foot long, and as thick as toilet paper rolls! They 
were about the same diameter as her B-cup breasts used to be! She 
pulled off her sweatshirt, letting her jogging bra drop to the ground. Her 
areola no longer stopped at her chest, they extended partially down her 
stomach and onto her sides! Surprisingly, the old man didn't seem 
surprised in the least, she thought she'd give him a heart attack! "Look 
at what your stupid formula did to me! I'm a freak!"
	The old man stared at her huge nipples, then up at her. "If  
memory serves me well, you said you were not going to drink the 
formula. Am I mistaken?"
	Sarah blushed for a moment. "Yeah, well I wasn't going to say 
`Yes. I'm going to drink it, and I hope it gives me great big tits!' Look 
what happened! It didn't make my tits big, just my nipples!"
	The old man looked at her, and sighed. "You kids today, you no 
nothing of the English language." He reached over on a shelf full of 
books, and pulled out a dusty old thesaurus. With what seemed like no 
effort at all, he opened the large leather-bound book to the letter B, and 
pointed to BREAST. "Read this."
	"I don't have time for these silly games!" Sarah yelled, losing 
control of herself.
	The old man stared back at her, the look in his eyes menacing, 
almost hypnotic. "READ!"
	Sarah gulped, and looked down at the somewhat large print. 
"BREAST: Nouns; breast, bosom, bust, chest...," the list went on and on.
	"Now, look under nipple."
	Sarah read on. "NIPPLE: teat, papilla, mammilla, dug..., TIT?"
	The old man smiled, and shut the book with a loud BANG. "You 
see? The potion did make your tits bigger, exactly what the bottle said. 
Although I'm surprised it works on humans...,"
	"What do you mean? It says `Let's you have the biggest tits in the 
whole county' right on the bottle."
	The old man took the bottle and examined it, and laughed. He 
walked to the back of the store and back, with a newer bottle, on which 
the label read: "Let's youR COW have the biggest tits in the county!" He 
couldn't help but laugh.
	"It isn't funny! You have to help me!"
	"Oh, do I? I asked you if you were prepared to face the 
consequences, and you said yes. I warned you not to drink it, but you 
ignored my warnings and did it anyways. And besides, can't you read?" 
He pointed to a large sign which read "ALL SALES ARE FINAL" in big 
red letters. "Thank you, please come again."
	Sarah walked out of the store, her nipples had returned to their 
"normal" size. "I guess I can live with it..., I mean, they are kinda nice 
looking, and really sensitive. But how am I supposed to explain these to 
my parents?"
	The old man waddled out to her, and handed her a small box, with 
"Lactation Collector" written on the outside.
	"What the hell is this for?"
	The old man smiled at her, and said something that sent chills up 
her spine.
	"You're gonna need this for when those puppies start giving milk!"

THE END