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Winner of the 1999 BEAmer Award for Best Comedy Story |
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Somewhere, in a small town, it's the start of a brand new day. As the morning sun rises, a black Jeep is seen pulling into the local gas station. Two teenagers hop out. As one fills gas in the tank, the other one turns the radio down and smiles at his friend.
"Hey, Jim, guess what? You are going to love this. This is going to be great! I just happen to be the proud owner of a genuine magic wand. It really casts spells and everything!"
"A magic wand? Rick, that sounds lamer than the Universal Equation program you cooked up last week."
"You mean my Unified Field Theory for Windows program? Man, I swear that would've worked if it hadn't crashed on us. Look, this time's gonna be different. I promise! This is a REAL magic wand. I found it behind the trashcan in Mrs. Smillwallow's homeroom."
Jim frowns.
"Come on, Jim. You know that woman is a witch. Just look at the way she dresses. I mean, any teacher that wears a black miniskirt with black stockings and a black blouse has got to be either a witch or a stripper."
"Or a Goth," Jim mutters. But Rick does have a point. Mrs. Smillwallow is strange with a capital 'S'. She wears her hair up in a big, black bob on top of her head. Some students claim that it comes all the way down to her ankles, but Jim has never seen her let it down. Her make-up is positively scary: purple eye shadow with maroon lipstick. And she has this weird laugh that just makes you want to cringe. Come to think of it, what kind of a name is Smillwallow anyway?
Jim puts the gas cap on and hops back into the jeep. "So where is it?"
Rick reaches under the driver's seat and pulls out a silver rod with small white caps on each end. "So, what should we do with it first..." Rick muses as he hands it to Jim.
Jim takes the 'magic' wand and examines it. "Hey Rick, this isn't a magic wand. It's a small, cheap cheerleading baton."
Rick's eyes light up. "Wow! Jim, that's it. You're a genius!"
"What? What'd I say?"
"Cheerleaders! We can go spy on the girls in the locker room." Rick gives Jim a wink.
"What? You mean right now?"
"Of course."
"But I've got a test in Mrs. Garcia's English class first period."
"Oh. Well how about second period?"
"Okay."
An hour later, Rick and a reluctant Jim are standing behind the school gym.
"So explain to me what we're doing again."
"Come on, Jim. Use your imagination. We can use the magic wand to sneak into the girls' locker room!"
"Why would we want to do that?"
"Think about it, dude — with this magic wand we can see all the hottest girls at this school, totally nude and soaping themselves up in the shower!"
It did sound kind of tempting. Jim sighs, "Okay, if it's really a magic wand, then how come you know how to use it?"
"It's totally easy. It's got like a telepathic interface or something. You just sort of wave it around and wish for what you want to happen. Now hold still while I turn you into a girl." Rick waves the wand at Jim.
Jim raises his hands defensively, "What? Hey, you never said anything about — " but he stops when a strange sensation spreads across his chest and nipples. He watches in horror and dismay as his T-shirt begins to lift off his chest. "Hey, what the hell!?" Jim's hands fly to the front of his stretching shirt and meet with a soft resistance that fills his hands. He shivers at the strange, delightful sensation of a burgeoning bosom. The foreign objects continue to swell until they form two spherical, grapefruit-sized orbs with large, erect nipples that poke two impudent dents out of the front of the straining fabric.
"Rick, you pervert!"
Rick ignores the comment, "Hold on, you need a just a few more curves," and shakes the wand once more.
"A few more curves? Rick, I'm a guy and..." Jim clears his throat, "...and..." His voice cracks, "...and why are you getting taller all of a sudden?" He looks down and gasps. Long, blonde hair falls across his astonished face. Where his once male legs had been, a pair of short, sexy, feminine legs now stand. His hips flare outwards, accentuating the two large and firm breasts now hanging from his chest. His jeans are extremely tight, hugging his round, shapely ass. His face turns red with embarrassment as he feels his sexual organs reform. His waist narrows, and his tummy pokes outwards slightly, giving him an even more pronounced hourglass figure. Lastly, he feels his crotch sink inwards, replacing itself with a girl's vagina.
Rick laughs as he puts the final touches on his now female friend. Jim's T-shirt changes to a thin white cotton blouse. Her jeans change into a short red skirt. Her boxer shorts morph into a thin pair of panties. Her shoes become a pair of short-heeled pumps. And lastly, Jim feels her new breasts being cradled by a silky-smooth bra.
"What the — how can this be?" Jim pulls the front of her blouse open and looks into it. Sure enough, two fairly large breasts are packed into a black lace bra. She gives them a disbelieving squeeze, and her jaw drops as she feels her hands on her breasts. Patting her skirt confirms her new femininity. "Rick, I didn't want to be a girl. Look at me! I'm really female now!" says Jim, wincing at the sound of her new, high-pitched voice.
Rick smiles, "Oh believe me, I'm looking."
Jim stamps her feet, making her breasts wobble up and down. "Hey, this isn't funny. Change me back."
Rick just grins and waves the wand over his own head.
Jim blinks in surprise. Where Rick had stood a moment ago, there is now a tall brunette, well proportioned with long sleek legs and two curvaceous breasts. His old T-shirt shrinks into a tank top. His shorts change to accommodate his new feminine proportions, and his running shoes turn pink, completing his, now her, new look.
"Whoa..." says Jim, staring at her friend.
Rick looks down at herself and nods in approval. "See, I told you it was a magic wand." Then she turns towards the girls' locker room and starts walking. Not having very much choice, Jim follows.
As they head across the school, Jim finds herself comparing her body and clothes to Rick's. She is shorter than Rick, probably a little over five feet, but her breasts are slightly larger than Rick's. If she had to guess, she'd put the size of her breasts right at D, rather large, especially for her size. Jim is also annoyed the way her skirt makes her take short little steps where at least in those revealing shorts Rick can walk normally. Just the slightest motion sets Jim's breasts bouncing. Jim also notices that her blouse is very thin, showing the outline of her bra and the pinks of her nipples right through it. Sure, Rick's tank top shows off her tummy nicely, but it is just thick enough that you can't see her bra, except for where a white strap sometimes peeks out. And sure, Rick's shorts show off a lot of her long legs, but they don't cling tightly to her rear the way Jim's short skirt does.
In short, while they are both sexy looking, Rick has made sure that Jim will grab the most attention!
Before Jim can say something though, they reach the girls' locker room. The two pretend girls look at each other for a moment, a bit excited and nervous at what they are about to do. Rick winks at Jim and pushes the door open and steps inside. Jim takes a deep breath and follows after.
The locker room is filled with young women of every description in all states of dress and undress. The girls are all chatting and gossiping while they change, giggling and laughing at jokes. The amount of bare flesh is overwhelming, and Jim and Rick are dumbfounded. They watch avidly as a topless girl chats about her plans for this weekend.
While they are gawking, one of the half-naked girls approaches them, "Hey! Who are you two?"
Jim is momentarily speechless, unable to think when confronted by all these unclothed beauties. She stutters, "I'm...uh...J..."
"...Jamie and Ricki," Rick interrupts, trying to cover for Jim. "We're...uh...um..."
"...selling girl scout cookies!" Jim blurts out. Rick covers her eyes.
"Girl scout cookies?" The girl places her hands on her hips and snorts. "A little big for girl scouts, don't you think?" She glares at them for a moment, her eyes dropping to their larger than average cleavage.
Before they can think of a reply, one of the other girls walks up. "Look, Robin, their tits are as big as yours are. I think hers are even bigger!" she says, pointing at Jim's breasts.
The aforementioned Robin stands up and glowers. "No way. I've got the biggest tits in the school."
The other girl grabs Jim by the arm and drags her over. "Well, let's just compare them, okay? You stand here. What'd you say your name was? Jamie? And Robin..."
"All right, all right. Let's get it over with." Robin angrily steps away from the locker and stands shoulder-to-shoulder with Jim, brazenly thrusting her bra-clad breasts forward to show them to their best advantage. Jim just stands in her usual semi-slouched posture, still too confused to think straight.
Just then, Jim feels a swelling sensation in her blouse. Rick calls out, "Come on, Jamie, stand up straight. Let's make this a fair contest." Jim struggles to imitate the way that Robin is standing, and as she does so her breasts grow even larger, concealed from the other girls by her shift in stance.
The other girls examine them both critically. "It looks like she's got several inches on you, Robin. She's definitely bigger."
Robin growls, "No way. She's got to be wearing a padded bra. Come on, let's have a look." And with that, she grasps Jim's cotton blouse and rips it open, buttons flying everywhere. Robin gapes in dismay as Jim's large and well-formed breasts are revealed, slightly spilling out of the tops of her bra.
"I don't see any padding there," laughs one of the girls.
Robin scowls at her, then turns back to Jim. "All right, just who are you, and what are you doing here?" she demands.
Before Jim can think of something to say, all the girls turn away and go back to what they had been doing. Robin just stands there as if she suddenly forgot what she was thinking about.
"What happened?" asks Jim.
"I didn't like where that was going, so I made them forget all about us. Now they shouldn't even be able to see or hear us," Rick explains.
"You mean we're invisible? Then how come I can still see you?"
"Well, technically they can still see and hear us. I just made it so that they won't really pay attention to us anymore."
Jim waves her hand in front of Robin's face, then claps her hands next to Robin's ears. She blinks and flinches slightly, but otherwise she doesn't seem to notice Jim. "I guess you're right. Wow."
The two girls move around the rows of lockers until they find an empty spot on the benches — with a good view of the showers. This is, after all, the show they had come here for. They spend several minutes ogling the girls as they change and shower. It's fun watching the soap, water, and flesh all meld together. The girls are completely unaware of their audience and not self-conscious in the least. All of the cheerleading squad is there too, which raises the average sexiness by several notches.
While it isn't the orgy of flesh that teenage boys would think of in the girls' locker rooms, it is more than entertaining just to be able to watch the naturalness of it all. Jim finds herself getting really turned on, but also really weirded out because she can't feel anything like a hard-on, except in her nipples. Watching the way Cindy's breasts stick out when she raises her arms to shampoo her hair makes this whole thing worth it for Jim. When Susie soaps up her breasts and then runs them under the water it makes Jim so hot she doesn't know what to do. She feels a strange wetness growing between her legs.
Still, after several minutes of ogling, Jim finds herself being distracted. Like eating chocolate, a little is great, but too much can make you sick. Watching naked girls began losing its attraction; sure, it is interesting, but just not as fun as it was twenty minutes before.
Casting about for something new to try, Jim turns to Rick, "Hey, I got an idea for ya. Let's play a game."
"What game?"
"I'll name a category, and all girls in here who fit that category, you make their breasts grow by one cup size. The girl with the biggest breasts at the end wins."
"Okay, go ahead. Who first?"
Jim thinks for a moment. "All right, how about all girls with pets?"
There are currently about twenty girls in the locker room and shower. A full nine of them suddenly find themselves with larger breasts, though only ones who are trying to get dressed notice right away. Laurie is at her locker trying to fasten her bra, but the size C garment doesn't seem to want to hold her in properly anymore. She finally manages to close the clasp, but her new D-cups are noticeably overflowing the bra. A few other girls have similar problems.
Jim is a little disappointed, since she hadn't happened to be looking at any of the girls who grew. She fixes her eyes on a redhead and says, "Now do all red-haired girls."
Melinda, who is fully dressed, experiences a second growth spurt in her chest, which causes the small gaps between her blouse buttons to widen even further, revealing the white lace bra she wears underneath it. She was busy talking to her friends, but now she gasps with discomfort as her breasts try to break through her bra. She reaches behind herself and unfastens the catch through the cloth of her blouse, then holds her hands over her tits trying to keep them from bursting her buttons.
Jim grins as she hears Melinda complain about the faulty underwear they make these days. One other girl has grown as well.
Rick says, "What about all girls under five six?"
"Sure," Jim agrees, and twelve girls grow, including seven of the girls who've grown once already. Melinda grows yet again and squeals when she feels her tits actually swelling against her hands, growing until they resemble plushy round citrus fruit. Her dark areolae are now quite evident through the taut fabric. The threads holding her buttons together creak ominously.
Cynthia is coming out of the shower wrapped in a towel, tied just over her breasts. Being one of the shorter girls, when her breasts expand the towel's knot is forced open and the towel falls to the floor, leaving her naked in the middle of the locker room! Embarrassed, she quickly fastens it around herself again, not noticing that there seems to be less room in the towel than before.
In the midst of her voyeuristic pleasure, Jim feels her own breasts swell! Her blouse is still flapped open from where Robin ripped it, but now her cleavage deepens, threatening to spill out of her bra. It's actually a rather pleasant sensation, but Jim is too shocked and angry to appreciate it. She glares at Rick in annoyance.
Rick says innocently, "Your rules did say 'all girls', right?"
Then Jim notices that Rick's breasts are still the same size. "You're over five six now aren't you, you bastard?"
"Whoops, sorry Jim. I forgot." For some reason, possibly the grin on Rick's face, Jim doesn't believe her.
"Wait — now that we're invisible, we don't have to be girls anymore. Let's change back! I don't want to win my own contest!"
Rick just chuckles, "Oh, come on 'Jamie'. I think it'll be more interesting if we're at risk too. Gives you that thrill of danger, like playing dodgeball. You never know when you'll get hit. Besides, don't you want to know what it's like to have REALLY big tits?"
Jim cradles her breasts, which are bulging over the cups of her bra. "Man, these are hard enough to get used to as they are. But if it's big tits you want, let's do some more categories. How about all girls with freckles," Jim suggests, carefully looking away from Rick.
Rick complies willingly enough. She is therefore surprised to feel a sudden warmth in her chest, as her own breasts swell this time! Rick's tank top stretches a bit to handle her new size, making it hug her curves much more closely than it has been. Four other girls also grow another size.
Now it's Jim's turn to chuckle, "I thought you might have forgotten some of the details of your new body." Rick flushes when she remembers that she thought freckles would be 'cute' earlier.
Rick can feel her bra digging into her new endowments, so she secretly changes it to a stretchy sports bra. "Okay, Jim, you got your revenge. Now, how about all girls who had cereal for breakfast this morning?" Without waiting for Jim's approval, she performs the change with the wand.
Fortunately for them, both Jim and Rick had had eggs that morning. But seven other girls grow another cup size. By an unfortunate coincidence, Melinda is one of them yet again — her breasts grow now to an incredible four sizes larger than their original B! The strain is too much for her small blouse, and it tears open. Three of her buttons fly away and clink off the lockers, while the rest simply fall off and become lost in the deep valley of her cleavage. The bra she had unhooked drapes across the top of her luscious grapefruits, the shoulder straps the only things keeping it from hitting the floor. Her friends cluster around her, trying to comfort her but also poking and hefting her breasts, trying to make sure they are real. They have experienced little or no growth themselves...yet.
Cynthia had just reached her locker a moment ago when, since she had freckles too, her growing breasts undid the knot once again. After checking that nobody is watching her, she squats down naked and retrieves her towel for the second time. Just as she gets it re-tied, Rick says the next category, and she finds herself naked once more as her breasts swell to an E-cup! This time when she bends down to pick up her towel, her pendulous breasts dangle precariously low to the ground, swaying back and forth between her arms.
Rick runs her hands over her breasts, pushing and teasing her nipples with her thumbs. "Mmm, nice. But you know, big breasts don't feel as sensitive as I thought they would. Maybe I should be increasing their sensitivity as they grow larger. The nerve endings are probably spread apart farther than they're used to."
"Huh?" says Jim as she watches Susie failing to fasten her bra.
"Never mind. What next?"
Then Jim gets an idea, "Hey, how about virgins."
There are only five girls who grow larger breasts. Most of them had been flat-chested to begin with. But the ones that stick out are Robin and Rick!
"You're a virgin, Rick!" Jim laughs loudly.
"Shut up," says Rick, embarrassed, as she lightly raps Jim on the head with the wand. She doesn't notice a tiny hairline crack appear in the silvery metal.
Sarah had been getting dressed while all this had been happening. She had watched in shock as nearly everyone grew bigger breasts, apparently at random. Thinking quickly, she'd unbuttoned her blouse and removed her 31A bra, so she wouldn't ruin her clothing when her turn came. But now, after waiting expectantly for several minutes, she is embarrassed and angry that she hasn't grown at all!
Damn it, why all of them and not me? she thinks to herself as she sees Robin (that stuck up bitch) gain yet another cup size that she certainly doesn't need.
Just then she hears a familiar-sounding crying, and she goes around the row of lockers to see her best friend Paula sitting on a bench. Paula is rubbing her eyes with a tissue.
"Paula! What's wrong?"
Paula looks up at her with tear-streaked eyes. "They — they won't stop growing!" Sarah looks down and realizes that Paula's breasts, this morning the same size as her own, are now hanging all the way down to there! Paula laments, "At first it was great, but they're starting to get freakish! None of my shirts fit me anymore! I don't want to look like a stripper!"
Sarah looks up at the ceiling and says, "Why?" Just then, in another part of the locker room, Jim suggests girls who don't have boyfriends. Sarah gasps in pleasure as she feels her tits finally grow. She looks back up at the ceiling and says, "Thank you!"
Rick is marveling at her now F-cup tits, feeling herself up, when they swell in her hands once again. She looks up to see that Jim has grown also. "Jim, you forgot that we don't have boyfriends either. We're boys!"
Jim tries to defend her previous choice, "You know, we could use this game to get in good with these girls — like, now we know which girls are virgins or don't have boyfriends, so we can go for them if we want. Let's see, what else can we do..."
"I know. How about all girls who have ever had sex with another girl?" Rick says. Three girls grow another cup size.
"What good would that do? I'm not going to stay a girl much longer."
"You never know," Rick shrugs.
"Yes, I damn well do know. Now do this one — all the girls who have ever gone out with a geek or nerd type."
Seven of the girls grow — none of them cheerleaders. Amanda is fascinated as her bare breasts swell out even further right before her eyes. She grabs each of her puffy nipples and inserts them into her mouth, squealing in delight as she discovers she can hold them without the use of her hands. She waves her arms over her head until her tits slip from her lips and slap against her smooth stomach.
Rick yelps as her tits push her bra and tank top further away from her body.
"You, Rick?"
"I went out with Viola a couple times. I guess that counts. Hey, I know — girls who give blow jobs," Rick says getting excited.
"That's gross," Jim says, then wonders if her new body is influencing her too much. Of the fifteen girls that are non-virgins, six grow — including most of the cheerleaders. Jim shakes her head at the turn their game is taking.
"Girls who let guys stick their dicks between their breasts," Rick continues. Jim groans in disgust, but she's surprised at the number of girls whose breasts grow.
"Here's one — all girls who've ever wished they had bigger tits," Jim suggests.
For the first time, all twenty girls grow! Sarah hugs her new bosom, really enjoying the tingling feelings in her nipples. She searches around the room and finds someone's discarded bra and quickly fits it over her boobs. "Too small! And it's a C! Find a D! Where's Robin with the D-cup?"
Rick also feels her breasts push out another cup size. "Good category, Jim," she says, looking around appreciatively.
Jim eyes Rick's breasts. "You, Rick?" she says again. She's learning all kinds of new things about her friend today.
"Yeah, I want all breasts to be bigger. Don't you?"
"Not mine!"
By now, the breasts in the locker room have grown ridiculously large, and most of the girls are either parading around or collapsed on the floor playing with their tits. There isn't a single intact top in sight. What surprises Jim and Rick the most is that these girls' boobs don't look like the silicone-inflated ones they've seen on the Internet. Real breasts, it seems, come in a variety of shapes and sizes. Some are round and firm, bumping and bouncing and knocking pictures off locker doors. Some are plump and lively, jiggling with every little movement or wobbling whenever they laugh. And others are long and pendulous, hanging all the way down to their belly buttons! In addition, even the girls' nipples are unique - long, fat, pointy, perky, or droopy - as well as their areolae - large or small, smooth or bumpy, pink or brown. If the girls had a measuring tape, they would find out that of all the breasts in the room, the smallest is a D-cup, and the average is a G. Paula, whose breasts are absolutely huge (an I-cup, in fact), appears to be the most upset, having grown eight cup sizes in all! Cindy is actually larger, but has grown less, having started with the advantage of a D-cup. And Melinda is having quite a bit of trouble dealing with her own immense beauties, which are almost as large as Paula's.
In all the excitement, Jim begins to feel her nipples itch and tingle. Rick has fiddled with their sensitivity, and the effect starts to make her nervous. "Rick, I had no idea that girls' breasts felt like this." She places her palms over her nipples to ease the sensations. "I think maybe we should quit."
Rick feels the same sensitivity as Jim, having grown as much, but she likes it. She chuckles, "Come on, man. We're just getting started here. Let me think of another category. Um...how about all the girls with blue eyes?"
Immediately about ten of the girls breasts expand another cup size. Jim tries to steady her tits as they put on another growth spurt. Her J-cupped boobs wobble around, pouring over the tight bra and stretching her torn blouse further. Jim steadies her over-ripe melons and gives Rick a worried look. "Rick, I don't think this is such a good idea. I think you should change us back."
Rick pouts her lip at Jim. "Jeez, Jim. You're such a crybaby. 'Oh, boo-hoo, I can't go on, my titties are too big.' If you're too much of a pussy to handle the game, just say so."
"No, Rick. That's not it at all. This is just...you know...WEIRD. That's all. I mean, we came in here to look at the girls, not turn ourselves into big-breasted bimbos."
A few minutes earlier...
Katie Smillwallow is walking by the girls' locker room when she hears distressed voices. Being the daughter of a witch, she decides to investigate. When she enters the room, the first thing she notices is that all the girls' breasts are blown up out of proportion. How very petty, thinks Katie. Somebody is using magic to make these girls look like porn stars. Then, as if on cue, Katie feels her breasts swelling. She watches her breasts lift up and begin pushing out of her B-cup bra. Within seconds she grows by three full cup sizes, and she looks like she is smuggling softballs in her stretched shirt. The fabric groans, straining against her suddenly swollen bosom. Katie feels her nipples begin tingling, having been enhanced with magical sensitivity. The young witch clenches her fists in disgust. How dare someone cast magic on ME. How dare they try to turn me into some kind of SLUT!
Katie storms around a row of lockers and immediately spots two girls sitting on the benches and playing with their breasts. One of them appears to be holding a magic wand. Just then, the one holding the wand says, "Um...how about all the girls with blue eyes?" Katie feels her breasts surge outwards again. The front of her shirt finally gives up, splitting straight across the middle. Katie suppresses a growing sexual urge. How revolting! Trying to make me succumb to human emotions like some commoner. What kind of witches are they? I'd better not let them know who I am just yet, thinks Katie as she walks towards them...
Back at the contest, Jim and Rick are staring at all of the naked breasts when suddenly one of the more upright girls looks right at the two of them and says, "Hey, what are you two talking about?"
Startled, Rick says, "You can see us?"
"Of course I can see you. What's that in your hand?" she asks, coming closer.
Jim recognizes her now. Her name is Katie. "Um...it's a magic wand. Rick found it and we've been using it all morning. It's supposed to be keeping us invisible. Something must have gone wrong with it."
Rick shakes her head and says, "You always were a master of subtlety."
"You mean you are responsible for all this?" she demands, waving at the girls scattered around the locker room and at her own puffy protrusions. "Did you want everyone to have chests as huge as yours?" she says, pointing at their enormous chests. "Or are you just a couple of breast-loving lesbians?"
Speaking of which, two of the girls who are lesbians — Cynthia and Laurie — have just started to make out in the corner of the locker room. The two girls draw Rick's attention away from the conversation. Laurie spreads Cynthia's legs, licking her lips and lowering her mouth to Cynthia's vagina. Cynthia fondles her huge tits and plays with her swollen nipples. Rick is hypnotized, and she feels a pleasant moisture in her pussy.
Jim answers Katie, "Well, actually we're a couple of breast-loving boys. These bodies are just temporary."
Katie places her hands on her hips. Her F-cups hang freely from her chest like two pointy grapefruits, her useless shirt draped to either side. She looks at Jim and Rick and then stomps her foot, sending her perfectly round mammaries jiggling back and forth. "What on earth are you talking about? There's no such thing as magic, and you two are both girls," says Katie sensibly. She is sworn to disavow the knowledge or reality of magic, as all witches are, to avoid that whole witch trial thing.
Jim defiantly hugs her breasts and speaks, "I swear to you, I am not joking. We really are guys, or at least we were a half hour ago, and the magic wand really did this." Jim looks at Rick for some help, but Rick is busy playing with her nipples and squeezing her boobs together. "A little help here, Rick? Katie definitely has a few good points here. I feel like I'm losing an argument."
Katie crosses her arms over her boobs, trying to hide them, but she only succeeds in squishing them upwards and making them look even bigger. "Okay. So let's assume that this cheerleader baton your friend is holding really is a magic wand. Why did you turn yourselves into girls if you were going to be invisible?"
Jim silently curses this girl and her logic. "Well, you see, it's like this...um...actually, that was my question. Rick, why the heck did we turn ourselves into girls?" She turns to see that Rick has pulled her shorts and panties down around her thighs and is sliding her finger in and out of her exposed pussy. Rick moans as she rolls her middle finger in and out of her wet lips. Her left hand slips into her bra and teases her nipples. Jim tries to ignore her own arousal at the sight of Rick pleasuring herself. Thanks to the magic wand's added affects, her breasts are even more sensitive than normal. She feels a warmth rush over her feminine body. Jim decides this has gone on long enough. "Rick, let's go. We had some fun. Let's get out of here before something bad happens." But Rick continues pleasuring herself, ignoring Jim's pleas. Jim stamps her foot and raises her voice, "Hello, earth to stupid guy. They can see us again! That wand is wearing out or breaking or something.
In a huff, Rick pulls her hand out of her bra and grabs the wand. "Hey, Jim, I got another category for you. How about all girls who have annoyed me in the last five minutes?" With that Jim feels her breasts grow again, threatening to burst right out of her bra.
Rick is going too far. Jim snatches the wand out of her hands. "You're even more twisted than I thought. Bad enough you turn me into a girl, I was almost willing to put up with that to see the inside of the girls' locker room. But now you want to make us into some sort of sex objects! Well, let's see how you like it!"
Rick starts to say something, but Jim just glares at her and waves the wand. Suddenly Rick's breasts swell larger, somehow remaining round and upraised, barely sagging with their weight. They grow until they are larger than Jim's breasts by two cup sizes, then stop. Rick feels her hair tickle her back as it grows from shoulder length almost all the way down to her ass. Her mouth feels funny and she realizes her lips have swelled to extra sexy proportions. Rick looks up in astonishment.
By now, some of the other girls are leaving the locker room with stretched shirts and towels covering their expanded bosoms, but many of them are on the floors or in the showers exploring their new breasts (and other parts of their bodies). A bunch of cheerleaders have somehow squeezed into their uniforms (most had to give up on their bras) and are headed out for practice. Rick stands and pulls up her shorts and panties. She notices the fluids between her legs soaking into them. "Look, Jim, that wasn't my intention at all. But if it's sex objects you want, maybe you should put on a cheerleader outfit and head out to practice."
"Are you kidding? My boobs gotta be as big as grapefruits here. No way I'm gonna let anyone see me like this. Besides...I don't have a uniform."
"You do now!" Rick grabs the wand from Jim and waves it around. Jim's clothes stretch and change into an exceptionally tight cheerleader's outfit. The front of the flimsy sweater has a deep V-cut in it, which exposes almost all of her cleavage and comes dangerously close to exposing her nipples. Jim's skirt shrinks further up her sexy thighs, becoming pleated and of light material that flies up at the slightest motion. Her new skirt leaves the bottoms of her buttocks sticking out, and Rick can just see the curve of Jim's vagina through the skin-tight pink panties. "There, now go show 'em what you got." Rick chuckles at her little joke.
Jim looks down at herself in shock. "What the?" She tugs at the top a little bit trying to hide the bit of her areola peeking out, and her right breast falls out. "ACK!" She fumbles with it, trying to stuff it back in, but finally gives up after her left breast falls out too. The shirt cradles her boobs, which poke straight out from her chest like twin torpedoes. "What the heck do you call a uniform like this?"
"A perfect one, it shows off your hooters very nicely."
"Right, and how do you expect me cheer like this? My tits are showing."
Rick scratches her chin as if she is contemplating a serious problem. "Yeah. You're right." She laughs and waves the wand again. Jim's hair turns from natural blonde to a cheap-looking bleach blonde and falls from her head in long luxurious locks, covering her generous cleavage. "There you go."
Jim stamps her feet. Her bosom shakes up and down as she steps towards Rick. "Okay wise guy." Jim reaches forward and grabs the wand from Rick. "You think seeing my tits is so funny. Let's see how you like it if your boobs are falling out of your shirt." Jim waves the wand around. Rick's tank top becomes smaller and tighter until it looks more like a bikini. The fabric begins rolling up...Foomp!
At last, Rick's breasts flop out from under the top and bounce up and down after escaping. Jim chuckles, "Ha! I guess grapefruits do bounce after all."
Katie steps back and rolls her eyes. Good grief. What a couple of morons! I'll just let them turn themselves into bimbos and then take the wand.
Rick's hands fly to her chest, trying to cover the mounds of bouncing, sensitive flesh. "What do think you're doing? Gimme that wand." She grabs the wand from Jim. "You like fruit, huh? Well let's see how you like cantaloupes then." Rick waves the wand in the air.
Jim's hands fly to her chest as her boobs surge outward. "Wha? Rick you..." Jim loses her grip on the expanding flesh...Foomp! Her tits bounce heavily on her chest. "Aiee! These are freaking huge! Gimme that wand." Jim grabs the wand from Rick. "I'll give you some fruit — watermelons!" Jim wildly shakes the wand at Rick.
"WATERMmmmee...
FOOOMP!!!
"...eeeEEEYYYAAHHHH!?!?!" Rick teeters off balance as a surge of growth hits her breasts. Retaining their nearly spherical shape, her boobs expand outwards — two, three, four, five, SIX inches. Then they grow longer, almost doubling in length, giving them roughly the size and shape of small watermelons, on a girl who's only 5'8"! Rick tries to steady herself against the lockers as her outrageous tits wobble all over the place. "Oh my god! I've never seen such fucking gigantic tits in my life!"Jim bursts into laughter, giggling hysterically. "Rick, you got BIG JUGS, man. I bet you could suck your own nipples." She is laughing so hard she has to hold her stomach, her boobs rippling with her laughter.
Rick however, is not laughing. She reaches forward and grabs the wand. "I'll show you nipples." She shakes the wand at Jim. Jim's nipples grow and grow, poking out like two pink popsicles from her puffy pontoons. Then Rick reaches a hand forward and squeezes one of Jim's over-sized nipples.
"Yieee! That's sensitive Rick." Jim grabs the wand and says, "Let's see how you like your nipples being squeezed — for milk!" She slaps the wand on Rick's huge boobs.
Rick feels her tits become heavier and start to slosh around. Her nipples puff up and start to turn red as milk pushes against them. "Gah! Jim, my nipples are stinging from the pressure." Jim squeezes one of Rick's engorged nipples, and a stream of milky liquid squirts out. Rick's face reddens with embarrassment, and she snatches the wand from Jim's hand. "I'll show you what should gush when your nipples are squeezed." Rick pats Jim's fat nipples with the magic wand.
Immediately, liquid gushes from between Jim's legs. Her hands fly to her vagina in surprise. "What in the world? What did you do to my nipples?" Rick grabs one of Jim's large nipples and squeezes. Once again Jim feels her vagina twitch and her legs become soaked as pussy juices gush out of her.
"Rick, what the hell are you thinking?" Jim grabs the wand from Rick. "You have no idea what a pussy is for." In one smooth motion Jim snakes the wand inside Rick's panties and jabs it into her pussy, wishing Rick would feel pretty much what she just did.
Rick's body shakes from a mighty orgasm, and she feels her vagina squeeze down on this intruder. Cum gushes from her pussy as the wand vibrates intensely. "Holy crap! Jim, that wand is too big to fit!" Rick slides the wand from out of her and jerks it towards Jim. A few drops of her juices land on Jim's cleavage. "Let's see how you like sticking big things in a vagina three times as big!"
"Ooohhhh!!" Jim's hands flies to her crotch as she feels her pussy stretch and swell outward. Her fingers accidentally slip between the two swollen lips of her vagina, and her hand is engulfed in undulating pussy. "ALRIGHT! Now you've gone too far! GIVE ME THAT WAND!"
Jim grabs for the wand, but Rick is holding on for dear life. "Oh, no you don't. Not this time." A tug-of-war match ensues as they vie for the magic wand. Jim leans backward trying to wrench the wand from Rick's grasp. Her breasts flop wildly when her back hits the lockers. Rick tries twisting the wand from her grasp, but she isn't letting go.
Katie's jaw drops as she watches the girls fight. She thinks to herself, This is easily the strangest thing I've ever seen. This is even more bizarre than the time Yargdosleth stopped by Mom's place for dinner unannounced. Maybe I should try to stop them before something bad happens...
Jim shouts at Rick, "How dare you do that to my vagina! I'm gonna make your butt big!"
Rick feels her butt balloon outward. Each of her buttocks gains extra pounds as they grow several inches in diameter. Her ass brushes a locker and she looks back to find that her sexy female ass is now almost as jiggly as her breasts were when she started this. She feels her panties pulled up into her snatch by her expanded ass. "Oh yeah? Well, I'm gonna make your..."
KER-SNAP!!
Suddenly, with a flash and a sparkle of dust, the wand snaps in two! Jim and Rick fall backwards, their mighty breasts bouncing vigorously. The two girls just stare at their halves for a moment. It takes them a while to realize what has happened."Shit, Rick, what the hell are we going to do now?"
"I don't know! Maybe we can fit it back together. Bring your piece over here." The two girls struggle again, but this time to fit the two ends back together.
Suddenly, a black opening appears in the air a few feet away with a strange rushing sound. A small furry face peers cautiously out of it. It turns its head over its shoulder and chitters something at the darkness. The three girls are alarmed and try to back away, but Jim and Rick find themselves frozen in place. More of the furry critters poke their heads out.
Katie steps back a few feet to what she considers safe distance. "Uh oh, it's those time travelling, dimension hopping ferrets. Always a bad sign." She notices that none of the other girls in the locker room can see the ferrets; this goes along with what she'd heard about them — that only their targets (or those with Talent) can perceive them.
A flood of ferrets pour out of the hole and surround Rick and Jim, who are still holding onto the broken wand and staring wildly at the swarm of brown animals. At the first touch of the ferrets' paws, Jim and Rick suddenly go limp and collapse to the floor, leaning against each other. They are helpless to move more than a little, but they can see and feel everything. The rodents sniff at the two girls, tentatively at first, then, growing bolder, start crawling all over them in curiosity. When the occasional ferret crawls across the girls' breasts, they smile and wriggle happily; ferret fur tickles their soft skin. When Jim feels the distinctive, loping gait of the long bodied ferret scamper over her soft belly she can't help but laugh out loud. The ferrets' tails brush them lightly as the little critters walk over them in increasing numbers.
After several minutes, the ferrets gather around Rick and Jim in a tight swarm. It takes several dozen of them, but they manage to lift the two girls off the floor and carry them towards the hole. They are carried through the hole and into the darkness on a carpet of flowing furry ferret flesh!
As the last ferret passes through, the hole vanishes with a soft pop, leaving the locker room deserted. Except for Katie and the broken wand, which has rolled under a bench...
"A magic wand? C'mon, Rick, that sounds lamer than the Universal Equation program you cooked up last week."
"You mean my Unified Field Theory for Windows program? Man, I swear that would've worked if it hadn't crashed on us. Look, this time's gonna be different. I promise! This is a REAL magic wand. I found it behind the trashcan in Mrs. Smillwallow's homeroom. You know that woman is a witch..."
Before Rick can continue his sentence, two girls fall out of the air and land in front of the Jeep. Rick and Jim just stare at them while they pick themselves up off the gas station parking lot, rubbing their generous behinds and swearing. As the girls rearrange their clothing, the two boys can't help noticing that they both have huge breasts. Neither Jim nor Rick have seen such enormous mammaries in real life.
The dark-haired one's breasts are especially large, and the bottoms of her tits hang all the way down to her flared hips. All her attempts at stuffing them into her tiny bikini top fail. The blonde is having only slightly better luck. Her cheerleader's top covers little of her ample bosom, and every time she gets her right breast into it, her left flops out. Only by pulling on the front of her top, making it ride up in back, can she squeeze both creamy globes into it. Even then, the pinks of her huge nipples poking out at them can easily be seen through the stretched fabric.
The blonde-haired one looks around. "Hey, Rick, we're back at the gas station. How did we get here?"
"It's not just that — look who's here with us," the dark-haired girl says.
The two girls turn to look at Rick and Jim. They look shocked.
Rick says, "Who the hell are you? Where did you come from?"
The blonde says, "Rick, it's us!"
"What?" Jim asks.
"Well, you may find this hard to believe, but we're you — from about two hours in the future, apparently. I see you've got the wand — what were you talking about doing with it?" asks the dark haired beauty.
Rick hesitates, so Jim says, "Rick was just telling me this ridiculous story about having a real magic wand." He chuckles, but Rick glowers at him.
The blonde-haired one says, "Rick's plan was to turn the two of us into girls and sneak into the girls' locker room at school. You can see the results."
The black-haired one punches her in the shoulder. "Hey, we were having a good time, weren't we?"
Rick looks a little surprised. "You really are us, aren't you? So, did we have a good time? What happened to the wand?"
The blonde, who Jim realizes must be his counterpart, looks around in a panic. "Oh shit, Rick, do you still have the pieces?"
The black-haired one sounds scared and says, "I don't have them — they must still be in the locker room."
"Wait, we might be okay." The blonde turns to the male Rick. "Please, use the wand to change us back — I don't want to be stuck like this!"
"But then we'd have two sets of male Ricks and Jims."
"But since we're your future selves, you're going to get stuck like this unless you change us back now!" the blonde cries.
"Oh, all right...hey wait a minute. You were surprised to see us. I bet you didn't meet two outrageously sexy girls before you went to the girls' locker room. That means you already changed history...or else...hmm." Rick smiles and put his hand to his chin. "I tell ya what. I'll change you back, but only if you have lesbian sex right here, right now." Jim slaps his hand to his forehead and shakes his head, but then waits to see what the girls do.
The girls look at each other, then at Rick.
"Gee, Rick, I didn't know you cared," the blonde says sarcastically. "Get real, we're still friends and we'd rather not do that."
The brunette nods, though she doesn't seem to find the idea as impossible as her friend does.
Seeing their hesitation, Rick waves the wand. "Let's see how you behave when you can't say no." He laughs, turning the brunette into a horny, lesbian nymphomaniac.
Jim watches in horror, then fascination, as the brunette jumps on the blonde. "Ow! Stop!" she yells as her breasts are mauled and squeezed by the rabid girl. She tries to push the brunette away but there is no stopping the horny girl once her hands have a hold of her. The female Rick teases the blonde's nipples through her top and massages her breasts while rubbing her crotch on the blonde's sexy leg.
"Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" moans the dark-haired girl, trying to rub her own body as much as she is rubbing the blonde's. Jim finds her resistance diminishing as her body begins to respond to the urgent needs it is feeling. She is amazed at how much flesh seems to be rubbing and contacting. A powerful tingling is building up in these massive spheres on her chest. Her nipples rub into her top rocketing her to near orgasm. She finds her hands reaching and grasping at the brunette's creamy bosom, and she groans loudly as the other girl's fingers sink into her moistened pussy. The girls begin fucking each other in earnest.
"What do you think of that?" Rick asks Jim.
Jim says, "Wow. Pretty neat. But this is making me curious �" he pauses as the blonde (his other self) cries out in orgasm. Her breasts have squeezed out of her top and the brown haired girl is licking the blonde's nipples and flicking them with her tongue. "Man, I wonder how she feels right now."
"I'd think it was pretty obvious," Rick says as the two continue to go at each other.
"But she's me, and the other one's you — we could find out exactly how it would feel being female, without having to actually become girls ourselves. We could just talk to them."
Now the brunette cries out as the blonde rocks two fingers in and out of her dripping wet snatch. She plays with one watermelon-sized breast as the blonde sucks happily on an aroused nipple. The gas station attendant stares out through his window.
"You just want to talk to her? I could think of better things to do with her than that," Rick says.
"Could you really do that to yourself? Remember, they're our other selves, even if they're from a future which isn't going to happen anymore." I think, he added to himself.
"Sure! The dark-haired one isn't me — she's a separate person who just happens to have the same memories and personality. Our timelines have already diverged. Either that or she's a Rick from an evil parallel universe."
"Like on Star Trek?"
"Actually, I was thinking South Park. You know, the one where they meet the evil Cartman who is actually the good Cartman because he's from the evil parallel universe? Anyway, how can you resist this sexy babe and her oversized nipples? And look at the size of those nice round breasts." As Rick says this, the brunette rolls the blonde's huge nipples around, causing her knees to buckle as she has a massive orgasm.
Jim looks again. "True, those are awfully nice tits...no, no, I don't feel right thinking of myself as a sex object."
Rick says, "I'll tell you what �" and he waves the wand.
The brunette untangles herself and smiles at Jim. She struts sexily up to Jim and gives him a deep kiss; her large breasts flatten against his chest. She starts rubbing his already-hard cock through his jeans. "Rick...mmphh...stop that! Get a hold of your self!" cries Jim, pushing her away.
"Call me Ricki," she coos.
"And you can call me Jamie," says the other girl, as she walks up to Rick.
"Now what did you do, Rick?" asks Jim.
Rick is getting similar treatment from the blonde. She shoves her cantaloupe-sized tits into his arms and sticks her tongue into his mouth. He breaks his lip lock with her just long enough to say to Jim, "Well, you said you didn't feel right about thinking of yourself as a sex object. And I wanted to have some fun with these girls — these are some major babes! So I just made them hot, horny, and eager to take it any way you want to give it to them. Let's go to my place."
Jim is strongly tempted. "But I've got a test first period!" he objects.
Rick gives him a look of disbelief. "You'd rather take a test than this?"
"Well, when you put it like that..."
The four of them squeeze into the jeep. After some thought, Rick puts the two girls in the back; with the top up, they won't be as easy to see from the outside.
On the way, Jim hears some giggling and looks behind him to see that Jamie and Ricki have quickly gotten bored and are fondling each other's tits. Jim blushes and faces front again, shifting his legs in an attempt to conceal his hard-on.
Katrina Smillwallow looks over her lesson plan. Bored, she pulls a book out of the bottom of her desk. A dictionary dust jacket is wrapped around a book of ancient magic. With the command word uttered, the book opens itself, revealing thick pages of text hand written in an ancient, forgotten language and a spot made to hold a magic wand. Which isn't there.
"Oh, well I just forgot and left it in the desk again." Mrs. Smillwallow opens the middle drawer of her desk and rummages through the pens and pencils. "Oh dear, I really should be more careful with that thing. If some student should happen to find it, why the amount of damage he could do is unimaginable. If not used properly it could weaken the fabric of reality — the results could be catastrophic! Plagues, earthquakes, tornadoes, or even ferret summoning!"
She casts a spell to find out where the wand is, and her magic book reveals its location. Familiar with the address of one of her problem students, she picks up the phone and makes a call...
All four get to Rick's. As soon as he locks the door behind them the phone starts to ring. Rick angrily yanks it out of the wall. "There! Make yourself at home," he says, gesturing to his living room couch. He drags Jamie off to his room.
Ricki kicks off her shoes and peels off her socks. She drops her shorts and slides her panties down. Jim notices she has long, sexy legs. Watching her take off her top is an intense experience. Her breasts no longer stick out so much, but the way they hang pendulously from her torso is more fully revealed. Her enormous breasts are simply hypnotic to him — he can't take his eyes off them. He starts to forget all his doubts when his hands find her aroused nipples and she starts kissing him again. She's all over him, rubbing her large breasts on him and running her hands over him. He gives her a friendly hug, running his hands down her back to her extremely large rear end. He hesitates, still a little nervous. When she starts rubbing his cock he finds himself getting lost in the moment. He squeezes her ass and strokes her pussy lips. He returns her kisses almost as passionately as she gives them. He strokes her dark pubic hair, parts her lips with one hand, and sticks one finger up her cunt. She moans loudly and begs him to fuck her. Jim still isn't sure this is right so she sets about persuading him. She french kisses him and then arches her back, offering him a nipple. The brunette straddles his right leg, rubbing her sex on him and moaning. She bends over and spreads her legs. Her wide hips are incredibly sexy. She reaches around behind her and starts thrusting two fingers in and out. "Oh, Jim, I neeeed you!"
She pushes Jim back onto the couch, his face between her breasts. Noticing how erect he is now she lowers her delightful rear down onto his cock. She's quite wet. Running his hands over her soft but taut breasts he finds they literally are the size of watermelons hanging down from her voluptuous body. Jim starts thrusting into her, making her body rock. As her nipples slosh past his hands he gives them a little squeeze, and milk drips out of her. No wonder her breasts seem so inflated. She's overflowing with milk. Her leaking breasts bounce about as he fucks her. Jim comes all too soon so she lies down on top of him with her breasts resting against his chest and her nipples pointing towards him.
Jim strokes these long breasts draped across his chest. She smiles and moans as he teases her nipples, causing her to leak a little. Jim pulls her up and licks her nipples, rubbing them in circles with his tongue. Just his tongue on her tits causes some creamy milk to jet out, and she sighs with relief. He suckles the dripping milk from her engorged nipples and feels himself getting hard again. She closes her eyes, rubbing her body against his and moaning as Jim milks her.
Feeling his hard member, she impales herself on his cock once more. She's an amazing lay; the way her pulsing pussy squeezes his cock brings him great pleasure. He watches the way her boobs bounce on his chest with each thrust. When he comes again she lies on top for a while, his cock still inside her. Then she slides off him and wraps her sexy lips around his cock and gives him the best blow job of his life. She eagerly swallows every last drop. Jim basks tiredly in the afterglow for several minutes before the thought, My God, I just had sex with my best friend, occurs to him. Followed shortly by, Well, sort of...and it was great!
Rick pulls Jamie into his bedroom and pushes the door shut with his foot. Smiling, Jamie strips and then starts to pull Rick's clothes off. Her large, round breasts press against him as she pulls his shorts down. She leans back on his bed and spreads her legs, rubbing her vaginal lips. Rick's girlfriends had let him 'mess around' enough to have a good idea how to please her. And being an avid fan of porn videos, he knows several things that he's eager to try out on her. He explores her soft curves with his hands. He kisses her flat tummy and licks her nipples. He rubs the inside of her pussy and finds her clit is already aroused. So he guides his cock into her eager vagina. He slides up into her with little resistance. She's warm and wet but he can barely feel her.
"Jeez, girl, what have you been doing? You're so loose if I screwed you I doubt either of us would feel a thing." He reaches over and grabs the wand. His straining cock grows to twelve inches long and quite thick. He feels his cock growing inside her, throbbing and pressing deeper into her, filling her deep, wet sex. Then Rick wishes she would be pleasurably tight to anyone who had sex with her and places the wand back on the nightstand.
Rick lies down on top of her, her pussy grips his cock firmly. She locks her legs around him and pulls him in deeper. She starts to moan and pant as he thrusts faster and faster. He rolls her over so she's on top, and he reaches up to grab her breasts. She uses her knees to push herself up almost off of him and then lower herself back down onto his huge cock. His hands find her large nipples, and as he rubs them her pussy starts pulsing delightfully. It doesn't take long for him to notice that she comes just from having her nipples played with. She cries out and her hips buck, bringing him over the edge. As he starts coming into her she lies down on him, her large breasts spreading out on his chest.
Rick lies there feeling a warm sweaty, post sex glow. Jamie pulls herself up off his cock then scoots down the bed between his legs. She lies down again, placing her breasts on either side of his cock. Then she pushes them together and starts moving them around. Rick quickly gets hard from this treatment, and Jamie smiles when she sees his cock rising from her cantaloupe sized breasts. "You want to fuck my boobies don't you?" She rolls over and pats her chest. Rick straddles her and slides his large member between her mammaries. She holds them together and plays with her nipples some more. She starts moaning loudly. It seems Jamie is a screamer. She's quite loud when Rick's treatment of her nipples causes her to orgasm again and again. It feels so good that she almost doesn't notice him spurting all over her breasts. She sets to work immediately licking Rick's cum off her breasts, and then she does the same to Rick's cock. She smiles when he starts getting hard inside her mouth.
"Here, sit on the edge of the bed," she says. She sits on his lap facing away from him, and pulls his penis into her. She starts rocking back and forth, rolling her hips against his lap. He grabs her breasts and enjoys the view — looking over this short girl's shoulders he sees his hands on her large breasts and his huge cock shoved up between her legs. He's feeling a little spent so it takes much longer this time. She rotates her hips around smoothly. He holds her breasts but isn't touching her nipples yet; she moves her chest trying to get contact with her nipples. His hands tease them, brushing her nipples and bringing her right to the edge. She pushes down on him harder, faster. He lets her breasts slide on his hands and starts playing with her nips again. Her pussy pulses and her back arches as she launches into the first of many multi orgasms. Her juices flowing down his cock is most gratifying to Rick.
Jim gets up to use the bathroom. Rick left his door open a crack and Jim sees Rick screwing Jamie from behind. She slowly raises herself up and slams her ass back onto his cock, letting out a loud moan. Her tits jiggle and sway like two extra large servings of jello. By the time Jim gets out of the bathroom Rick is dressed, and Jamie and Ricki are on the floor licking and fondling each other's breasts. "You know, with this wand I'm not sure we need these two anymore." Then Rick turns to the two girls and speaks, "You were such a good screw I've decided to let you have your old minds back. You're free to go."
Suddenly both girls look extremely angry. Ricki says, "How could you do this to us? We're you, you idiots!" Rick tells her to leave before he changes his mind. The girls get dressed as much as they can. Ricki asks if she can at least have a shirt, as her bikini top is useless. Rick gives her an old thin T-shirt with the word HOOTERS displayed across the front. Ricki unhappily puts it on; the letters spread out across her massive, well, hooters. The girls hastily flee before the boys get any more ideas about how to use the wand.
Unbeknownst to them, Rick has added a little rider on their 'restoration'. They still have all their memories and know that they are really boys — but they continue to address themselves by their female names and move and act more like girls than boys.
A little ways from the house, Jamie shoves Ricki. "Idiot! In any time line you're an idiot! First you turn me into a girl, and then your past male self fucks me! I can't believe it, I feel so dirty! I mean look at me. Each of my boobs is bigger than my head. I'm feeling this warm post sex glow in my pussy. It's kind of nice, but..." Jamie blushes when she realizes what she's saying. "Eww! You bastard!"
Ricki puts her hands on her sexy hips and sticks her chest out. Her nipples poke through the tight T-shirt. "Oh that is soo typical. How can you blame this on me? Who the hell do you think was fucking me on the couch just now, huh?! I mean, it does feel really nice having my tits milked and all, but..." Ricki takes a moment to adjust her T-shirt over her enormous breasts. "...but I just lost my virginity to you. Hey, this is all your fault for overusing the wand in the locker room!"
Jamie scowls and crosses her arms under voluptuous bosom; the tight cheerleader's top squishes her boobs together into a long line of creamy cleavage. "My fault? You were the one who wanted to go spy on the girls in the locker room in the first place!"
Ricki angrily folds her arms over her immense bust, and the creamy bottoms of her tits push out from under the T-shirt. "Oh yeah! Well, it was your comment that made me think of the cheerleaders, so you helped me think of it!"
Ricki and Jamie lunge at each other yelling out more curses. They tussle about as tit-flesh and woman fury clash. Jamie harshly grabs her opponent's oversized tits causing about a pint of milk to squirt out. Ricki grabs Jamie's oversized nipples, and Jamie cries out as a powerful orgasm rocks her body. Milk flies and pussy juices collide.
It's really a fairly short fight before they are lying in a pool of milk and pussy juice on the ground, both moaning and holding their boobs and crotches.
Ricki cradles her giant breasts. "Jamie SOB you didn't OH! have to hit my boobs that MOAN hard."
Jamie massages her bruised nipples. "Well you WHIMPER didn't have to OH MY! yank my nipples."
Ricki sniffles, "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was just trying to have some fun. You're not the only girl who just got her pussy drilled several times. Listen, it's not hopeless. Let's try to find out where Mrs. Smillwallow lives. Maybe there's a way we can find another wand to steal while she's at school. Or we could just ask her to change us back. Please don't be angry with me. I only meant well."
Jamie quivers as more sticky juice runs down her legs. She smiles at Ricki. "It's okay. I forgive you." Jamie and Ricki give each other a big hug and help each other get up. Jamie sighs, "All right, I guess we're both in the same fix now."
Ricki dusts her generous bottom off. "You know, we already know where one wand is — why don't we try to steal the wand from our other selves?"
"But won't that change history?"
Ricki frowns at Jamie. "Don't you see, we've already changed history. Do you remember making out with a girl who looked like me before we went to the locker room this morning? I certainly don't remember having sex with you — at least, not in your current form." Reminded about the events in the house they've just left, she blushes.
"Okay, I suppose you're right. You were always better than I was at time-travel stories anyway. So what do you suggest?"
"Well, we've just got to figure out where our other two selves would go and then watch for an opportunity to get the wand."
Jamie says, "That sounds like a plan to me. But where do you think two breast-loving guys like them would go?"
Ricki and Jamie look at each other. There's a moment of silence, and then they start giggling.
Fortunately, Jamie and Ricki arrive at school just after second period has started, so there are few people to stare at the two huge-breasted girls trying to sneak through the halls. They finally arrive back at the girls' locker room, and they walk right in. It looks like everything is normal, but Jamie and Ricki suddenly feel a bit 'time-lagged'.
"Gee, all their breasts are so small!"
Ricki nods her head, "I know, weird isn't it."
Jamie suddenly looks distressed. "But where are they?" Then she notices something else — none of the other girls have reacted to their presence. She waves her hand in front of another girl's face, but nothing happens. "Ricki, they can't see us! How did that happen without the wand?"
"Maybe our original wish is still in effect, or our other selves are here right now and made the wish again. Since we're really the same people, anything they wish for themselves would also affect us."
Jamie's eyes widen as an idea occurs to her, "But that means..."
Distantly, they hear Jim's female voice, "How about all girls with pets?" Suddenly several girls around them shriek as their titties expand one bra size. "How about all blondes?" Jamie gasps as her boobs start growing. "Or girls who let men stick their cock between their tits?"
Jamie feels another surge of growth. Her tits push out from under the already tight cheerleader shirt, and she tries unsuccessfully to wrap her arms around her bulging mammaries. "I do not!" she says. "Oh, wait, I did just a few minutes ago. Damn! I guess that counts. Ricki, we've got to find those morons and stop them from playing the game!"
Then they hear Rick's voice, "Let me try a few. How about all girls under five six? Say, I think I'll make their nipples more sensitive with each increase in size, too. Now for some serious breast expansion! How about girls who've had sex within the last week. Or have ever had sex with other girls. And how about all girls with no boyfriends."
"They're going a whole lot faster!" Jamie cries.
"Probably because they just got laid!" Ricki exclaims.
The two girls brace themselves as their tits grow three times all at once. Jamie's blouse, already weakened by her vast bosom, gives up; her tits burst through the cloth and wobble around frantically. With the recent entries, several of the girls' nipples are now so sensitive they start rubbing them. Jamie moans, "Oh no, not more sensitive. I won't be able to walk around without some sort of nipple protectors." Ricki whimpers as she tugs at her now useless T-shirt. "What are you doing?"
"This shirt is way too small now! My breasts are too big for it!"
They hear Jim laughing loudly. "Here let me try a few. Next, every girl's hips get a few inches wider and a couple extra pounds on every buttock." All around them, girl's asses burst through their jeans or skirts. Jamie and Ricki's are no exception. Jamie's skirt slides up over her hips, provocatively revealing her wet snatch. Ricki's shorts are so tight they look like they are painted on. "Okay, how about all girls who've ever dated a geek? And all girls who give blow jobs?" Ricki's boobs grow two more sizes. Jamie's grow one. Their faces turn red at the thought of what they have done with this Rick and Jim that qualify them for these entries. "Girls with freckles." Ricki's tits bulge outward yet again.
They hear Jim's voice again. "Girls with hair past their shoulders. Girls whose favorite color is blue. And how 'bout, as a nice final touch, each girl's vagina gets wet and they find themselves constantly horny."
The weight of her breasts is finally too much for Ricki. She stumbles forward, landing painfully on her swollen tits — the pressure is too much and milk starts trickling out of her nipples. With all of the various expansions that have occurred so far, she has now passed out of the alphabet of bra sizes. Ricki tries to grab her tits and realizes she can't even reach her nipples anymore. She struggles to lift her boobs but slips in a puddle of milk and rolls forward, coming to rest upside down with her prominent ass sticking straight up and her face buried between her tits. Jamie hears a muffled cry and turns around to see Ricki flailing her arms with her rump in the air. Jamie rushes over to help the poor girl, her own tits swaying heavily back and forth. "My god, Ricki, you're now more breasts than girl! These tits have got to be over forty pounds each!" As Ricki turns right side up again, she feels her wet pussy starting to drip.
Jamie is a little better off — she's enormous too, but several sizes less than Ricki, and she isn't filled with milk. Each breast is many sizes bigger than her head, and hangs precariously down near her waist. Jamie grabs Ricki's arms and drags her past another row of lockers. Before them are most of the girls who had been in the locker room, all with greatly expanded breasts, most of them either masturbating or having sex with each other. The ones who aren't doing so are trying to find some clothes that fit their new attributes. Distantly, Jamie hears the sound of Jim's voice. She squeezes her breasts with both arms and groans. "These things are heavy! I sure wish he'd shut up. Uh, she'd shut up. I wish I would shut up...Ah! This time travel stuff is too complicated. It's giving me a headache," she complains.
"I see a slight flaw in the game," says Jim. "Here let me help. All girls in the locker room get muscles strong enough to carry their breasts around with ease and no back pain." Ricki breaths a sigh of relief, and Jamie helps her off the floor. They push a few girls who are making out aside, casually brushing up against several huge breasts, and they eventually get around the last row of lockers and spot their other selves.
Jim and Rick, now in female form and bursting out of their own clothing, have apparently decided to end the contest. They're taking a survey of all the girls lying on the floor, trying to find out who has the biggest boobs. The two of them walk around the locker room, sometimes shoving moaning girls and heaving breasts out of the way. The wand, visibly still in Rick's hand, makes Jamie and Ricki hesitate to do anything. They hide behind the row of lockers and peek around the corner, unaware that their breasts are hanging in plain view.
"What the fucking hell do we do now?" demands Jamie in a whisper.
"We've got to steal it from them somehow."
"But how..." Jamie's eyes nearly pop. "Oh my gosh, Ricki. Look!"
Just then a hole opens in the middle of the air, its bottom edge resting on the floor. All movement in the locker room freezes. The two girls gasp at what happens next.
"Ferrets!!" whispers Ricki. She grabs Jamie by the hand. "Oh no, not the ferrets again! What the hell are they doing? I'm not going back in time again! Or worse yet, maybe this time they'll take us to a terrible future where ferrets rule the earth."
The swarm of ferrets descends to the floor and forms a circle. One or two head in Jamie and Ricki's direction, making them cringe, before changing their minds and rejoining the main swarm. Jim and Rick slump to the ground, landing on several ferrets that squeak. The same scene plays out again as the ferrets scamper over their other selves a few times, grab them, and carry them into the hole. As the other two watch, the ferrets and the hole both vanish. Ricki's sharp eyes notice the wand roll away under a bench. And this time around, the wand isn't broken!
But before Ricki can reach it, another girl blocks the center aisle and grabs the wand. She stands up, laughing. "OH HO HO HO HO!" Katie turns around, holding the magic wand. Her own melon-sized boobs jut out from the tattered remains of her shirt.
"Shit, Jamie, she got the wand!" whispers Ricki frantically.
"OH HO HO HO HO HO!!!" Katie laughs maniacally, "OH HO HO HO HO HO!TM"
Jamie looks puzzled, "Wait a minute. Where have I heard that laugh before?"
The door to the locker room opens and in walks a tall woman in a black blouse, black miniskirt, and black stockings. Her long black hair comes all the way down to her black high heels. Jamie and Ricki cry out in unison, "MRS. SMILLWALLOW!!!"
Katie shouts, "Mom!"
Ricki gasps in astonishment as she notices the resemblance between Katie and Mrs. Smillwallow. Funny how she never noticed such an obvious thing before.
"OH HO HO HO HO HO!!! You silly girls thought you could take my magic wand, eh?" Mrs. Smillwallow gestures and the magic wand flies into her hand.
Ricki points, "Aha! I knew you were a witch! See Jamie, I told you she was a witch! I was right!"
Mrs. Smillwallow flashes a wicked grin, "Silence. I see I'll have to teach you girls a lesson. Let's see how you like working as strippers in my special lounge in the city."
Ricki points again, "AHA! I knew you were a stripper! See Jamie, I told you she was a stripper!"
Mrs. Smillwallow's face twists in rage, "Shut up, fool! I am not a stripper, but soon you will be, and a extremely popular one. I prefer the term exotic dancer. You have been extra naughty and you will be punished for it. Jim, I sense you were dragged into this a little but you must be punished for not doing more to stop it. Because of your extremely bad attitudes, I've devised something just for the two of you. First I'll star you in a strip show in the lounge. Then I'll let my customers bid on who gets you for that night."
"It's not fair! You can't do this to me!" wails Jamie.
"What about all the other girls? Are you going to fix them?" Katie asks her mom.
"Eh..." Mrs. Smillwallow glances about the room at the massive orgy of over-endowed girls. She shrugs her shoulders. "They seem to be enjoying their new endowments quite well."
"What about our other selves? What's with the ferrets? What's going to happen to them?" asks Ricki.
"I'm sure the ferrets will find something fun to do with them," says Mrs. Smillwallow with a big smile.
"What about me?" asks Katie. "I got stuck in their stupid game too. Look what they did to me! I'm stacked and my hips feel funny. And my pussy is wet! You can put me back, right, Mom?"
"Actually, no, I think maybe it's time you learned to develop your powers. Maybe in a few years you'll figure out how to change yourself back."
"A few years!?" Katie fumes, looking at the two girls with contempt. "Oh you are going way too easy on them. Let me decide what to do with them. It's only fair."
"I don't think so. You'll get over it somehow eventually. They're going to work in a strip club for the rest of their lives. I think that's plenty severe, although I can change my mind one way or the other any time I want. For now I suggest you find a way to live with those." She waves her hand vaguely in the direction of her daughter's chest.
Katie stomps angrily up to Ricki and Jamie, who cringe away from her. "I will have my revenge!" she says and stomps off to get dressed.
Before Rick can continue his sentence, two girls fall out of the air and land in front of the Jeep. Rick and Jim just stare at them while they pick themselves up off the gas station parking lot, rubbing their generous behinds and swearing.
As the girls rearrange their clothing, the two boys can't help noticing that they both have huge breasts — the blonde especially. Her breasts seem to be about an L-cup in size. She can't seem to get her blouse fastened — it looks as if the buttons have been ripped off at some point.
The brunette, whose breasts are almost as large but are held in place by a stretchy tank top, looks around. "Oh shit, we're back at the gas station. Not again!"
The two girls turn to look at Rick and Jim. They look dismayed. "Boy, now I really wish we hadn't done that stuff with our other selves earlier," says the blonde. "You said that history had been changed!"
Rick says, "Who the hell are you? Where did you come from?"
The dark haired beauty sighs, "Well, you'll find this surprisingly easy to believe, but we're you — from about two hours in the future. I see you've got the wand. What were you talking about doing with it?"
Rick hesitates, so Jim says, "Rick was just telling me this ridiculous story about having a real magic wand," and he chuckles. Rick glowers at him.
The blonde one says, "Rick's plan was to turn the two of us into girls and sneak into the girls' locker room at school. You can see the results."
The black-haired one punches her in the shoulder and says, "Hey, we were having a good time, weren't we?"
"Up till right now, yeah."
Rick says, "You really are us, aren't you? So, did we have a good time? What happened to the wand?"
The blonde, who Jim realizes must be his counterpart, says, "Oh shit, Rick, what did you do with the wand?"
"I don't have it — it must still be in the locker room. But what did you expect? Our previous selves didn't have it — although I do seem to remember them being dressed differently..." says the black-haired one, looking down at herself.
The blonde turns to the male Rick and says, "Please, use the wand to change us back — I don't want to be stuck like this!"
Rick says, "But then we'd have two sets of male Ricks and Jims."
"But since we're your future selves, you're going to get stuck like this unless you change us back now!"
"Oh, all right. You didn't seem too surprised to see us. Did you meet two outrageously sexy girls before you went to the girl's locker room too?"
The female Jim nods enthusiastically. Maybe we can actually change things and get out of this without having sex! she thinks.
Rick smiles and puts his hand to his chin. "I tell ya what. I'll change you back, but only if you have lesbian sex right here, right now."
Ohhhh ... great.
THE END?