Twelve Cents Short

by Boobarian


Linda hated working at night. She hated just standing around in the convenience store after stocking the shelves and cooler cases. She got to read the papers and magazines for free, but then there was nothing to do but stand around and listen to the candy beckoning her: "Eat me!" and the soda "Drink me!"
'Linda in Wonderland is who I am,' she thought to herself.
The only thing worse than having nothing to do was worrying about who might walk in the door at 4:00 am.


Linda was fighting off sleep when the bell on the door jingled. A man walked into the store and went back to the milk case. He got a dozen eggs and a half gallon of 2% milk. He picked up a can of dog food, a roll of toilet paper and headed back to the check out. After placing his groceries on the 'Vitabody' counter mat he added a loaf of bread.
Linda rang everything up and hit the sub-total button.
"That's $4.58," she said.
The man reached into a pocket and came up with three singles. He reached deeper into his pocket and came up with some change. 'Not enough,' he realized, and started searching the rest of his pockets.
$4.46 was all he could come up with. He looked at Linda, hoping for some sympathy. What he got was a cold stare.
"I was going to get a quart of milk," he said, "but you don't have any."


"$4.58," she repeated.
The man stood there for a minute, his eyes darting from Linda to his groceries.
"Maybe I could just buy half a dozen eggs? You know, break the carton in half at the perferation?"
"I'm sorry," Linda replied, "but I'm not allowed to do that."
The man started looking around again, trying to think of something else he could do.


Linda finally broke the silence.
"You'll have to put something back," she said.
The man looked shocked. That wasn't an alternative.
"But I need everything."
"You NEED another twelve cents, sir." Linda was started to get impatient. Even if she had nothing to do, she did not want to argue with this guy.


"But its only twelve cents." A pleaful tone entering his voice.
"Look," Linda said as politely as she could, considering she was starting to get upset, "ONLY twelve cents adds up after everybody finds out it can be done! The owner holds me accountable when the register is cashed out. If its short, it comes out of my pocket!"


"But I don't have enough time make another trip home."
Linda turned her gaze to the ceiling, hoping he would take the hint.
"I only have enough time to drop this off and head to work," he said, dropping his head in frustration.
Linda turned back to face the man. 'Pathetic,' she thought. "You have your problems, I have mine," she said.


Just when she thought he might start to cry, the man looked back up at her and cocked his head a little to one side.
"Maybe we can figure out something," he said, and walked around to the side of the counter.


"What are you doing?" Linda screamed as he reached and lifted the panel allowing access to behind the counter.
"You can't come back here!"
The man had to step up as he continued approaching Linda.
'Oh no,' Linda thought. 'He's going to rape, rob, and murder me.' She stepped back as he came closer, expecting her worst nightmare was about to become a reality.
"Please don't hurt me!" she pleaded.
"Don't worry," the man replied, a wry smile appearing on his face. "That couldn't be further from my mind."
She backed into the deli case with her next step.
'Nowhere else to go!' she thought.
The man's next step closed what little distance had remained.


Linda's hand reached out for the phone even before she realized what it was she was trying to get. Her wrist was grabbed and restrained. He leaned against her, pinning her to the deli case. He released his grip, then, with one fluid motion, grabbed her jeans by the waist, pulled them and her panties down, dropped to his knees, and nestled his lips onto her womanhood.
Linda's first reaction was to try to cover herself with her hands. Not being able to do this, she again reached for the phone. It was two feet beyond her grasp. A fire extinguisher on the wall was much closer. She reached for it. 'That should cause quite a headache,' she thought. She was unclamping it from the wall when,


"O-o-o-o," she moaned as a warm wave of pleasure shot through her body. Her hands dropped momentarily to caress the man's back. Just as quickly she remembers her predicament, and again reaches for the extinguisher.


"O-o-o-o-o," she moaned again as another wave electrified her. Her hands again dropped to his back. Her breathing became more rapid.
'How is he doing that?' she wondered. Her thought was interrupted by another moan caused by another moment of ecstacy.
She had seen him taking a deep breath just before the second wave. 'He's blowing into me?' she thought. 'But that's not possible.'


"Oh-h-h-h-h," came from her as if to confirm that was exactly what he was doing. She started to grind against the man's face, hoping to increase the sensation. Her breeaths coming even faster.
No one had ever been able to give her such satisfaction from the very start.
"How..." she started, unable to finish as she was again shaken with bliss.
'How does this keep getting better and better?' she asked herself. Better and better, and bigger and bigger as she breathed faster and faster.
She looked at the fire extinguisher again, but this time the idea of using it to free herself was not considered. Linda was rapt with pleasure and the idea of her stopping it was completely out of the question.


Linda, wanting to find out what the man was doing, leaned forward to look down at the top of his head.
"What the hell?" she mumbled.
Her sweater was blocking her vision!
She lifted her head back up as another wave of pleasure ripped through her, this time driving her over the edge into an orgasm that made her gasp for air. After regaining her senses, she looked down and focused her gaze on the bulges pushing her sweater forward from her body.
She was definitely bigger. Her 34A figure was now at least a 36B, and her erect nipples showed clearly beneath the fabric. Linda rarely wore a bra because there was usually nothing that needed support, or hiding. That was quickly changing.
She reached up from the man's back and gave her new boobs a gentle squeeze just as a new wave washed over her. This caused her to squeeze even harder which in turn increased the experience to an incredible level. She pinched her nipples. She arched her back as electricity ran through her from head to toe. As it started to ebb she was rocked again by what the man was doing to her.
She felt her nipples surge against her fingers.


Looking down, she saw her figure had grown again. Her lack of concern for her situation was momentarily tempered by a ripple of fear running down her spine as she realized how big she had gotten in just a few moments. 'How big is he going to make me?' she wondered. She did not care. She wanted it to go on and on and on.
'How is this happening?' she asked herself.
She was answered with another orgasmic shudder, accompanied by her breasts bulging out from a 38C to a 40D. Her new boobs did not sag, but pointed upward as they continued to expand to 42? 44? 46? Linda had no way to know how big she was actually becoming. DD? EE? FF? It was not important. She was moving from size to size quicker now so that knowing what size they would immediately became old news.
Her sweater conitinued to raise up and out with her growth until they reached volleyball size. At that point, the sweater could not stretch any more. As the man continued to pleasure her, the bulges under the material could not go up and out, so they started going around her sides. She could no longer reach her nipples. She rubbed the masses that were growing under her sweater. She started to pull at the fabric of her sweater. She wanted to feel the flesh on flesh of her hands rubbing the sides of her ever growing boobs.


As the sweater yielded to the pressure from underneath and the tearing from Linda's grip. Linda got her first glimpse of personal cleavage as the sweater began ripping down the front. Her breasts started swelling out through the gap as the opportunistic tits found an avenue of escape from their resraint. A moment later they were entirely free as the sweater lost the battle of the bulgings.
Linda caressed her new found flesh. She felt her hands going from area to area as she continued to blossom outward. An explosion of pleasure ripped through her as she climaxed again. She would have sagged to the floor if the man had not been holding her up.
Or was he?
Linda noticed through the haze of sexual excitement that her boobs were still pointing up, perky as ever. She was leaning against the deli case, but her nipples were at eye level. And raising.
As her breathing became almost frantic, she felt herself move against the deli case.
'What now?' she thought. Her only hope was that whatever it was, it would make the experience more intense.


As she twisted and turned to get the man to blow more deeply into her she found she was wiggling her feet.
'I'm off the floor!' she realized.
As she continue to rise up, the man had to slowly stand to maintain contact with her. He wrapped his arms around her legs, and she wrapped her legs around his torso.
"Don't stop!" she managed to spurt between breaths. She was hypnotized by her nipples. They were leading the way to an ever bigger her. 'Yes,' she thought. 'Bigger. Bigger. BIGGEST.' She simply wanted to keep growing forever, accompanied by ever increasing orgasms.
She felt the deli case slip beneath her again. She was lifting the man off the floor with her. He released his hold. She kept herself wrapped around him. If she let go, it would end. She did not want that.


The man reached around behind him and grabbed her ankles. He unwrapped them from around himself like he was taking off a warm coat. He took one last deep breath and...


'No-o-o-o,' Linda thought, as she recovered from an amazing long hard orgasm. She was near tears, realizing it was over. That she would never have another experience this intense.


The man let go of her ankles and she floated up to the ceiling. Linda shuddered with pleasure as her nipples bounced, then slid as the rest of her breasts rose to find the highest point possible.


Down below, the man grabbed a paper bag from behind the counter. He walked around to the front and put his groceries into it. He looked at his watch. 'Still have time to make it home,' he thought.
Smiling up at his creation on the ceiling, he said "That should make us even."
The door bell jingled as he opened it.


"Sir?" came a cry from above.
"Yes?" the man replied.
"Please come again." Linda pleaded. 'Real soon,' she hoped.