Would You Like Some Garlic Bread To Go With That Curse

By Blake Isaac Gordon

Derek Walker: Recent graduate from the University of Chicago, majored in computer information systems and network design. Recently moved to St. Louis, Missouri for his new job as a computer network engineer at the company, Hard Tech.

Karen Anderson: Still in college, but has to work as a waitress at the Sunny Spoon Café in order to pay for tuition. She�s taking a semester off from Washington State University in order to get her credit card bills under control.

Tina Railings: Karen�s room mate and good friend. She works as a receptionist at Dr. G. Boswell�s office in downtown St. Louis. Dr. Boswell is a plastic surgeon who specializes in skin conditions and scar removals.

Sharon Slanders: College friend of Tina�s, dropped out to pursue a career in bar-tending. Recently underwent plastic surgery for a butt lift and breast augmentation. She currently works at the �Moosehead Bar and Pub.

The rain came down like a hammer. It seemed like the only sound as it splashed against the walls and roof top of Momma Latonies Fine Italian Restaurant. There were few patrons inside the small restaurant. There was a trucker from Ohio, who was grabbing a quick bite to eat while he waited out the storm, a small family of three, mother and two daughters, who came here because the little girls wanted spaghetti, and a wet young man by the name of Derek Walker. Even in pouring rain, Derek walked to his favorite restaurant every night. He shook his coat and not seeing a hostess, sat himself in a small booth. Everyone was enjoying a quiet moment in the quaint little restaurant. That was, until the kitchen doors burst open.

The person in charge of this establishment was an old lady from the southernmost part of Italy. She moved to America with her grandma, father, and two sisters. That had been almost eighty years ago when a young girl�s heart was full of the American Dream. Now all that was in this woman�s heart was a terrible anger.

Mamma Latonni was something of a paradox. She wore a simple brown dress, but she always wore a brightly colored apron when she was in the kitchen. Nothing she wore ever seemed to go together, clashing like a color blind preschooler�s finger painting. Yet the item that represented her eccentricity the best was a pair of large silver earrings. They were shaped like crescent moons, and they would jingle like giant chimes every time she walked by. Tonight they sounded like cymbals keeping in tempo with her angry stomps. The noise was nothing compared to the large metal skillet she held in her right hand. That was truly frightening.

All eyes were on the old lady as she charged Derek. She waved the pan around like some half demented berserker. Derek�s eyes grew wide in fear, and he slid against the wall as fast as he could. The old lady stopped at his booth and pointed the pan at his heart.

"Mr. Walker, you have angered me greatly! My only grand daughter lies at home, crushed by your casual disregard of her advances."

The trucker put down his fork to better watch the show while the mother told her daughters not to look. Derek hunkered in the corner still fearing for his life.

"At first, I thought you were a cruel young man who only took interest in the most beautiful of women. But now, I understand. YOU! Mr. Walker are an unperceiving soul, unable to see the most obvious flirtation of a young woman! I pity you, Mr. Walker, but I cannot let this crime go unpunished. You must learn a lesson !" Mamma Latonie paused to catch her breath. Once she calmed down, she slowly leveled the pan. She reached into her right front pocket and pulled out two round pebbles and a small blue egg. She added the pebbles and cracked the tiny egg into her skillet. She slowly moved the pan in a circular motion causing the stones to scrape against the sides. She began to mumble while the stones mixed with the egg.

"Um� excuse me, whatever I did, I�m truly sorry. I just want to..." whimpered Derek.

In a bright flash, a small puff of smoke left the pan. Everyone in the restaurant leaned away from the spectacle, and a look of concern entered everyone�s eyes. The old lady stopped her chant and scowled at Derek.

"I curse you, Mr. Walker! Even with your nearsighted view on life, you will be unable to miss the developing affections of a woman," she said and then became silent.

The room was quiet for a few brief moments. The silence was almost like a straight jacket trapping Derek in his booth. He couldn�t move, but his heart seemed to be bouncing around in his chest. He continued to look at the old lady in total fear. He had no idea what he had done. Her granddaughter had feelings for him. He couldn�t believe it! She smiled a lot when she waited on his table, but he thought that was a part of the service. All he wanted to do right now was get out, but this lady was crazy and there was no telling what she would do if he bolted.

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Derek waited� He expected more yelling, an attack with the pan, or his flesh to melt because of the curse; yet nothing happened.

"So young man, would you like your usual?"

Derek stared in disbelief, until he managed to muster up some courage to speak." Um, yes ma�am, but could I have that to go?"

"Most certainly."

Derek waited for his meal at the register. The trucker gave him a sly look, and went back to his dinner. The mother looked at Derek, like he was some kind of molester, and scolded her children for staring. It was the longest five minutes of Derek�s life. The old lady came out with his dinner in a small sack.

"Here you go, one spaghetti with sweet meatballs, and I added some extra bread sticks. I hope you enjoy it," she said.

Her anger had completely disappeared, but that didn�t help Derek�s racing heart. He was still terrified. His hands trembled when he handed a twenty over to the cashier, and he left without his change.

It had been over nine months since the incident in the Italian Restaurant, but Derek still remembered it like it was yesterday. It took him most of the weekend to unpack his things. He was thankful to graduate, and was even more thankful when he found a job so quickly. The drive from Chicago to St. Lois wasn�t bad, and he was grateful to leave. The curse was making his life miserable.

It hadn�t take long for him to discover the nature of the curse. It seemed that any time a woman took any interest in him, her boobs would get bigger. Most of the time it wasn�t even noticeable, but if her interest grew so did her breasts. Yet the curse didn�t stop there, the only way of returning the woman to her original size was to make love to her.

Derek looked in the mirror before he put away his toothbrush and electric shaver. He never thought of himself as handsome, maybe cute but not handsome. He was tall, almost 6�3", and he lifted weights to keep in shape. But never in his wildest dreams did he think women would find his bushy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and boyish appearance so appealing.

Derek shuddered when he remembered all the times he stumbled through sex. He knew he wasn�t very graceful in the arts of seduction. He always had trouble getting the bra off, and he often got the poor woman tangled up in her shirt when he tried to pull it over her head. The worst was taking off skirts or pants. He once toppled over a nice girl from his physics lab when he attempted to take off her tight jeans. The poor woman bopped her head on the back of the bed. She said it was all right, but he could tell by the look on her face that he had wrecked the mood. It seemed they hardly ever stayed after the first night. They might have sex one or two more times but that was it. Each time, the look on their face was quite obvious, I know you tried. Even now he must own over twenty different �How To� books on the subject of sex, but they weren�t much help. GOD! he was glad to be away from Chicago, his reputation for being a clumsy lover was getting out of hand. Maybe if he just hung out and avoided women, he could get a little peace before the hell began all over again.

Later, in a different part of the city, there was a small trendy apartment complex called �Sandy Hills Apartments�. This complex was for young working types and was often low key and quiet. All except for one apartment, it had its lights on and music blaring out of all its windows. Karen was trying to take a quick nap, but her two roomies wouldn�t let her.

"Hey lazy ass, you gonna get up or are you going to waste this Sunday night?" hollered Tina.

Karen let out a small groan and pulled the covers over her head. "Shut the hell up!" she screamed, "I had to close yesterday and I had to open this morning. I�m a little tired. So� PISS OFF!".

Karen knew that her two roommies Tina and Sharon wouldn�t let her sleep. Tina wanted to go to Sharon�s bar and look for some men, but Karen wasn�t in the mood. She knew she didn�t have a chance of getting any sleep. She got out of bed and headed to her bathroom to freshen up.

Karen loved men. She loved the way men�s arms feel when they flex, she loved their hairy chests, their strong legs, but most of all- she loved their dicks. She let out a small sigh when she remembered her last boyfriend, Tony. She could feel herself getting hot just thinking about cupping his balls in her hands and playing with his penis. Then she looked in the mirror and reality hit her. Who was she kidding? She had a great body: lean stomach, firm round butt, long legs, a cute face, and shoulder length auburn hair. She continued to look in the mirror, realizing she was missing something crucial. She didn�t have any tits. She was barely an A cup. Sometimes she wondered why she even bothered wearing a bra. She could always find the men, it was keeping their interest that was hard. She knew Tony was short term. She thought he was using her to tide him over till he found someone else. Sure enough, last week he broke up with her.

Karen slumped on the toilet and enjoyed the cool feel of the porcelain. Why can�t I be one of those cursed women who are skinny but have a huge fucking rack. I could put up with the hassle of not being able to find clothes that fit, men staring, crude comments; I don�t care. God� all I want is some damn tits!

Karen would have loved bigger boobs; hell, a B cup would be a dream come true. Unless she got pregnant, it was never going to happen. Tina had tried to talk her into seeing Dr. Boswell about breast augmentation, but no way. She remembered the day Sharon came home after her operation. Sharon wanted the implants to max. out her cleavage. She was now a DD. Karen shuddered when remembering what Sharon�s breasts looked like after the operation. They were all bruised and swollen. After seeing that she knew she could never get implants. Still, her friend Tina had given her some falsies, and they gave her the appearance she wanted. They helped fill out her uniform which improved her appearance. The improvement helped her get tips. It was simple, and it worked for her.

Karen wanted bigger boobs so bad. She thought about trying to get fat to see if they would get any bigger, but she could never bring herself to eat a whole box of Twinkies. She let out a small sigh and got dressed. She looked in the mirror one more time and thought, at least I look good in my jeans.

It was Monday and Derek was thirty minutes early to work. He sat by the lobby waiting for Mr. Forest to arrive and show him his work area. He had no idea it would be such a short drive to work. Still, better to be way early than a few minutes late. He looked up when he heard foot steps. Mr. Forest saw him and smiled.

"Good to see you, Mr. Walker. I see you managed to make it to St. Louis without any trouble."

"Yes sir, the drive was pretty uneventful, and I managed to get moved into my new apartment."

"Excellent. Let me show you to your work area. As you know, your job will be running the office network. This includes E-mails, faxes, and file transfers. Here, I�ll give you your generic password and then you can change it." Mr. Forest paused and reached into his front pocket. He pulled out a small scrap of paper with a six digit password and handed it to Derek. "We have ten new engineers arriving next week, so things are going to be a little hectic. Your overtime will be compensated. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes sir, when do I start?"

"Why not today."

Derek�s first day was pretty easy. He set up a few address groups on his email, got to know the system, and met a couple of the engineers. Hard Tech was a consulting company so his networking opportunities were going to be excellent. Yet there was no need to get cocky, this job was going to be tough.

Derek�s drive home was another matter. There was an accident on the bridge, reducing traffic to one lane. This keep him stuck in gridlock for three hours before he made it home. He entered his apartment exhausted. All he wanted was a cold glass of water. He opened the refrigerator and his hand tensed, the air in the fridge was warm. Perfect, his refrigerator was busted. All the food he bought yesterday was bad. Fortunately all he lost was some lunch meat and milk. The apples should be okay for a little while longer. He looked at the large stack of lunch meat rotting in his refrigerator. "Shit," he said as he slammed the door shut.

The next day at work, he called his land lord and had maintenance check his refrigerator. The maintenance guy said he would have to replace the refrigerator. It was going to take five to eight days to get a replacement. Derek hung up the phone and looked up at the ceiling.. What the hell was he going to do for food. He can�t live off Mac and Cheese for eight days. He was going to have to eat out for a while. Derek glanced at the clock and realized it was lunch time. He found out that many of Hard Tech employees went to the Sunny Spoon Café. He might as well try it.

Karen arrived at the Sunny Spoon a little late. She was lucky her boss, mean old Ms. Dawson, didn�t see her. Her boss hated late people. The new office complex was doing wonders for business, which meant more work but more tips. If this kept up, she should be able to pay off her credit cards and maybe start a savings account.

Karen locked her bike up and changed in the bathroom. Her good friend, Jennifer, had managed to cover for her and smiled when she entered the kitchen.

"Hey, Karen," said Jennifer.

Karen reached over for a pad and pencil. "Hey, what�s up."

"Nothing much, but can I ask you something?" Karen nodded." Do you think you could get me a pair of falsies, like yours?"

Karen paused slightly not knowing what to say" Uhhm, sure, I think my roommate can spare some."

"Thanks, I owe you. Here� let me repay you by allowing you to wait on that cute guy at table six."

"Oh, okay, thanks for nothing�" mumbled Karen as she noticed the person sitting at table six. She had to admit the guy was cute. He was tall, dark, and his glasses made him look GQ. She watched him sit down and open up his carrying case. It had a Hard Tech logo on it.

That�s one of the companies in the brand new office complex down the street. That means, he might become a regular, thought Karen. She quickly checked out her uniform; making sure everything was buttoned and her name tag was clearly visible. She then pulled out her order pad and walked over to the table.

"Are you ready to order?" she asked.

"Why yes, I think I�m ready," said Derek. Her tender voice made him look up, right into her eyes. She gave him a nice flirtatious smile. Derek tensed up and thought, Ah Shit, I made eye contact too long. Okay, just stare at the menu, and maybe nothing will happen. He quickly brought his attention back to his menu. "I�ll have the bean soup, ham and cheese sandwich, and a side of fruit, please.".

"Okay, and would you like anything to drink?"

"Just Water."

"Sure, thing" smiled Karen, " I�ll have your lunch shortly."

She walked back to the kitchen. She placed the order on the cook�s board and started looking for her friend. Jennifer was crouched over by the dessert display and was intently watching Derek. Karen quickly joined here.

"Jennifer, you were right. He is cute," whispered Karen.

"See� I told you, but what did you do to the poor guy to make him hide behind his menu?"

"Nothing," Karen rolled her eyes from the accusation, "he�s from the new office complex, so I hope he becomes a regular�" Karen stopped in mid sentence and quickly covered her mouth.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I�m fine, I just thought I was going to hiccup or something."

"Hmm� well you better go check up on table six . He might need some more water."

Both gave each other a funny look and then headed off to their appointed tasks. Meanwhile, Derek sat at his table looking a little nervous.

Oh shit, I�m not ready for this. What the hell am I going to do? The way she looked at me, I bet she�s in the back getting bigger. All right�calm down� all I have to do is check to see if she has. Worst case scenario, I don�t come back till next week, and then I�ll see if her growth continues. He looked around and didn�t see his waitress. Letting out a small sigh of relief, he pulled out some documents and started comparing code.

Karen brought Derek his food and gave him a friendly smile. Derek shyly gave one back and quickly stole a look at her chest.

Good, I don�t think she�s gotten any bigger and her name is Karen, I�ve got to remember that..

Karen walked back to the kitchen and took a quick five minute break.

Jennifer entered the kitchen again, seeing her friend; stopped and smiled. "I don�t know if you noticed, but that cute man gave a shamefully long look at your front. He must have wanted to see your name tag."

Karen rolled her eyes, "Well he�s going to be disappointed because these suckers are fake."

"Hold on, he�s starting to leave," Jennifer interrupted.

Both women stopped their discussion and watched Derek leave.

"Oh my, that man sure has a nice butt."

"Oh please, Jennifer, who knows if he will ever come here again. Besides, he hardly made any eye contact."

Jennifer quickly nudged her friend in the side, "That�s because he likes you."

Karen gave her friend an annoyed smile, and got back to waiting tables. But before she left, She looked around to make sure no one was watching. Then she grabbed a handful of her uniform and gave it a massive tug. Something wasn�t riding right and it was driving her crazy.

Karen finished the day dead tired. Her bike ride home seemed to take an eternity, but she finally made it. She quickly striped out of her uniform, hanging it over a chair. She then looked at herself in the mirror, wishing those were her real breasts and not some fake silicon stuffing. She let out a small sigh when she ran her finger over the cups. She then tugged on the inserts and watched her bra deflate. She performed her �before bed hygiene� and turned out the lights. She pulled off her socks and with one hand, she undid her bra and tossed it on the floor. She then dove into bed, set her alarm, and went straight to sleep.

Morning arrived, and Karen was awakened by a small scratching at her door. It was Sharon�s little dog, Sparky, and he wanted some attention.

"Go away, Sparky, I want some sleep"

The dog continued to scratch and whine.

With a sigh, she got out of bed and opened the door a few inches. Sharon�s little beagle squirmed through and hurled himself onto Karen�s bed. She watched the dog make itself comfortable in the very center of her bed. With a sigh, she crawled back to bed.

Three hours later, her alarm went off. She hit the snooze five more times and then got up. She walked over to her bathroom and began to brush her teeth. Suddenly she stopped. She looked at herself in the mirror. She stood up straight, and then stood sideways; constantly checking herself in the mirror.

My god, I�ve gotten bigger..

Suddenly, fear sprang into her eyes. She ran out of her bathroom and went into Sharon�s room. She quickly got on her roommates scale, impatiently waiting for the dial to stop. The scale read 116 pounds.

Nope, I haven�t gained any weight

Karen walked slowly back into her bathroom trying to think. It was weeks away from her period, so it�s not because of bloating. She scratched her head and looked at her boobs again to make sure it wasn�t a trick of the light. Nature gave her tiny breasts that looked like small lemons. Now they looked a little bigger, not much, but bigger. They also looked fuller and more perky. She looked at herself a little longer then shrugged her shoulders. This is probably just temporary, I�m sure by tomorrow, I�ll be back to my flat self again.

Later that night, Derek sat on his commode with his hands in his hair. The look of worry was clearly etched on his face. The more he thought about it, the more he knew the waitress, Karen; was going to be affected by the curse. He put his head down and started to panic. Derek knew he wasn�t very good with social graces, but no matter how hard he tried; he never seemed to show any improvement. All the women he dated were very beautiful and very special. It tore him up inside when he failed, and every failure resulted in another lost relationship

Derek got up from the commode and looked at himself in the mirror. Karen was very pretty and the short time he made eye contact, he knew she was bright. But he didn�t know if he could take another failure, let alone another botched night in bed. He again looked at himself in the mirror and closed his eyes tight. He finally understood the subtle damnation of his curse. He was trapped in a never ending cycle of failed relationships. Each woman had been beautiful, intelligent, caring, and sophisticated, but because of his derelict social skills; he would never see any of them again. He could feel his emptiness becoming larger and larger. He then opened his eyes. After a few more minutes of introspection, he went into his kitchen, made some soup, and watched a little television before going to sleep.

Next week passed by uneventful for Derek and Karen. Derek became accustomed to his new job, and Karen managed to pay a sizable chunk of her outstanding credit bills with her tip money. But in the back of their minds, their thoughts would linger on one another.

It was Monday and Derek headed to work. He was relived that his refrigerator was fixed. He could start bringing his lunch to work. He sat down at his desk and began reading his email. A knock on his cubicle broke his concentration. He looked up and saw Dan, one of the contract engineers, smiling in his door way.

"Hey Derek, me and the guys wanted to thank you for getting our network up and running so fast."

"No problem, Dan, just doing my job."

"Trust me, we like what you�re doing. The last guy would only work up to lunch then disappear. You could never get anything fixed� Speaking of lunch, want to join us today?"

"Uhhh�" Derek paused for a moment. He was going to go eat in the cafeteria, but this was an excellent opportunity to get to know the engineers a little better. "Yeah Dan, sure. Just drop by when you�re ready to go."

Karen woke up and looked at her clock. 9:03 am. She had over three hours before her shift began. Sparky was wagging his tail at the foot of her bed, trying to plead for some food.

"Forget it dog, your begging won�t work on me"

Karen started her day with a shower. She enjoyed the hot water and watched it run off her breasts. It was so hard to believe that they had become larger. When she washed her front, she gave each boob a small squeeze; trying to determine her new size. It wasn�t much, but the growth was there. After her shower she decided to measure herself. She managed to find a cloth tape measure and wrapped it around her front. She looked at the number and was pleasantly surprised. Her bust had increased by one inch. A small smile played across her face when she reached for her largest bra. She used the third clasp and turned the bra around so it faced the front. Now was the moment of truth, would she be able to fill up the cups. She slid her breasts into the bra and was amazed. She filled the cups up to maximum capacity. She lingered at the mirror for a few moments. She had to admit, she looked real good. Her body was more proportional and looked more feminine. She then looked at the fake breasts on her dresser. With a smile, she picked up the case and dropped it in her underwear drawer. Wouldn�t it be great if this growth didn�t stop here, maybe they�ll grow a little more, thought Karen with a smile. She gave her boobs one last admiring look and closed the drawer with a shove from her hips. She had plenty of time to enjoy a nice breakfast.

It was almost the middle of the day. Derek sat at his computer and ran his network checks one more time before he saved the conversation. There was a knock on his door.

"You ready for lunch?" asked Dan.

"Yes, let me do a quick save, and I�ll be ready."

"Take your time, Ken and Jason are finishing something up, but we�ll met them at the lobby."

" Okay, so where are we going to eat?"

"The best place to eat, the Sunny Spoon Café "

Derek paused and some of the color left his face. "Okay� I�m all done, lets go."

Derek and three engineers got in a Dodge coupe and headed to lunch. At the same time Karen pulled up to the Sunny Spoon Café, locked up her bike, and waved to her crabby boss. She was on time today.

The Dodge pulled into the Sunny Spoon�s lot and parked in the back. Derek exited the car and stood next to the engineers, waiting to enter the restaurant. He looked at the sign and swallowed hard. He let everyone else go in first, and lingered at the door. Shaking his head, he desperately tried to get rid of the anxiety. There was no guarantee that she would be working today, but a small part of him hoped she was.

Karen entered the kitchen and put on an apron. She was doing some tasks behind the counter, when her heart skipped a beat. The cute guy was walking in with a bunch of professional types. He seemed a little nervous, always looking around. She stopped what she�s doing and watched. A dirty little smile crept up on her face as she let her imagination run wild. Her fantasy was abruptly interrupted by a sudden tightness in her uniform. She withdrew into a corner and looked at herself for a brief moment. She pondered for a little, then gave her uniform a small adjustment . After picking up a spare pencil from the register, she walked over to Jennifer.

"Hey Jennifer, I have a big favor to ask."

"Oh ho, I know- your cute guy that just walked in, you want to take my table so you can flirt."

"Yep that�s about it. I swear, I split the tip with you."

"Deal, but you have to clean it up too."

"What!?" Karen noticed her boss was giving her the evil eye. She quickly grabbed her pad and headed to the table.

"Hello, are you gentlemen ready to order?"

Derek stopped looking at his menu, and casually gave her the once over. When he got to her breasts, he almost dropped his water. He�s only seen her twice, but she was noticeably larger already. He looked back at the menu and tried not to panic.

"Yeah� I think we�re all ready, I�ll have your Kansas City Sandwich," replied Dan.

"I�ll have the Kentucky Burger with fries," said Jason

"I�ll have the ham and cheese with a side salad," said Ken.

Derek continued to look at his menu. Everyone else waited patiently. After a few moments, he looked up; blue and brown eyes met. He felt like he was struck by lightning, and Karen began to chew on her pencil. He pondered for a moment longer. "What would you recommend?"

"I�d recommend the Wisconsin fish sandwich with a bowl of the Chef�s soup," replied Karen.

"Sounds good, I�ll take it."

Karen picked up the first three menus then reached over for Derek�s. They both looked at each other and smiled. Their smiles lasted a little too long for the others not to notice. She tucked the four menus under her arm. Derek swallowed hard when he noticed her left breast being slightly squished by the menus. He watched her leave while everyone else at the table watched him.

"Damn, son� We like to eat here because this place has the prettiest waitresses, but you waste no time," joked Ken.

"Yeah, did you see the way she looked at you, she was ready to go," continued Jason

Derek looked down at the table and prayed he wasn�t blushing. " Jeeze, I think you�re over reacting."

Dan had to suppress a laugh, "Can you believe a guy could be so blind?"

Karen took the order to the kitchen and talked to the chef. She requested extra attention for the order. The chef smiled and gave a thumbs up. While she waited, she glanced over at Jennifer and saw her wink. She smiled back

At the table, the conversation quickly turned to work and the exchange of gossip. Derek listened with half interest, while his mind raced on how he was going to ask Karen out. One good thing about this curse, it made asking women out a little less traumatic, not much but a little.

When the food came, all conversation stopped as everyone admired their lunch. Karen handed Derek his food and gave him a big smile. Dan and the others all looked at the ceiling, and Derek tried not to blush. Karen noticed his red face and started to blush herself. On the way back, for added emphasis, she gave her walk a little more hip action. Once she left everyone had to tease Derek a little. He tried to pass it off but it was a lost cause. All he could do was enjoy his fish sandwich.

Lunch was quickly devoured and the plates were scraped clean. Everyone sat back enjoying their coffee. Karen brought out the bill and asked the standard question of �was everything satisfactory� All four nodded -yes. Then everyone reached for their wallet, yet Derek paused.

"Excuse me, but do you take credit cards?" he asked.

"Yes, I�ll ring up at the register," she replied.

All four got up and followed Karen to the register. Everyone left a generous tip. Derek waited patiently at the back of the line. Once the engineers paid their bill, they walked out leaving Karen and Derek alone. Karen was desperately trying not to smile but was having great difficulty. Derek took the bill and signed his name along with a small note that said, �may I have your phone number?� She took the bill and ran it through. She returned it back to Derek. He looked at the receipt and saw, �YES, 445-6234�. He smiled and folded the receipt into his wallet.

Karen waved to Derek as he left the café. She was so excited. She felt like she was going crazy. Jennifer noticed her friend�s excitement and casually walked up.

"So� If I guess right, everything went extremely well?"

Karen said nothing as she watched him leave.

"Yep, that answers my question." Jennifer said as she grinned at her love struck friend. Karen let out a small sigh and prayed he would call soon.

Derek arrived home with only one thing on his mind, what he was going to say when he called. On his drive home, he tried rehearsing various speeches, but they all sounded canned or fake. The curse was helpful in giving him insight into whether or not the girl was interested. Unfortunately, that didn�t stop his hands from sweating or stop his mouth form being dry. He jumped into his favorite chair and tried to think some more. After a while he gave up, reached for the phone, and took ten deep breaths. He then dialed the number.

Sharon and Tina arrived home to find their roomie sitting by the phone. They looked at each and headed into the kitchen. Karen continued to watch the phone. At 6:07pm, the phone rang.

"I GOT IT" yelled Karen. "Hello?"

"Hello, can I speak to Karen?"

"Speaking."

"Hello, my name is Derek, I asked you for your phone number today, and I felt I should give you a call" Derek slapped a hand over his face thinking how dumb that sounded.

Karen began to smile then winced. Her damn bra was really digging into her side. She must have sat down wrong causing it to pinch. "It�s nice of you to call."

"I was, uh, wondering with it being Monday� would you� like to do something this week end?" Derek winced and bit the phone cord. It would be impossible to sound any more dorky.

"I�d love to. What do you have in mind?" Karen squirmed in her chair and desperately tried to fix her bra.

PANIC� Relax, no big deal, just ask her to go to movie. "How about going to a movie this Saturday?"

"I don�t know, there isn�t anything playing that I want to see. How about dinner? Do you like Italian, I know of this great place off Oxford and Main."

Derek almost choked."No, dinner is fine. Italian sounds great. Um what�s the name of the place?"

"Its called Spanish Rose, and their food is excellent."

Meanwhile in the kitchen�

"Hey ,Tina, can you believe that little ho. Listen to her play with that poor guy."

"So true, I take pride in the fact that I never play games."

Sharon paused and flashed her roommate a dirty look. "Oh sure, Miss I Never Return Any Calls."

"That�s different, besides I was worried about her. Her last boyfriend pretty much used her."

"Yea, I know, hey wait a minute... Look at her for a minute. Is it me, or is she starting to put on some weight."

"Hmmm, I do believe you�re right, unless she�s wearing those fake breasts I gave her."

"I don�t think she is, look at her try to fix her bra; she must really be uncomfortable. You know, I think she�s hiding something. Do you want to find out?"

"I sure do."

Karen gave Derek directions on how to reach her apartment. "So you�ll pick me up at eight o�clock?"

"Yes, I have your directions. I�ll pick you up at eight on Saturday. Well I gotta go. Oh wait, let me give you my number in case there�s a change of plans. My number is 443-8676."

Karen wrote down the number and smiled. "Okay, I got it. I�ll see you at eight."

"All right �see you then."

"Bye"

Karen looked down at the number and let out a sigh. Not only was he cute, but he was shy. Her favorite kind of man. She cradled the phone in her chest, then looked down. If she didn�t know any better, she felt even bigger than this morning. Her thoughts were interrupted by a whimpering dog. Sparky had his bowl in his mouth.

"Go away dog, your owner can feed you tonight."

She got up from her chair and tried one more time to make her bra comfortable. She walked into the bathroom and took off her shirt. She removed her bra and rubbed the small indents on her sides. I�ve been wearing this bra on the third clasp, how in the world is it too tight now? What am I going to do, I don�t have a bra that fits anymore.. Then, her bathroom door flew open.

"Hey Karen, just wanted to congratulate you on your date� Holy shit! Sharon, you were right, she has gotten bigger," yelled Tina.

Karen glared at her friends and covered herself up with her hands. "Son-of-a-BITCH! Do you guys ever knock?"

Sharon put up her hands in protest. "Relax, we didn�t mean any harm. Come on, from what I saw you have gotten bigger, let us see?".

Karen first looked mad, then embarrassed; slowly she lowered her arms to her sides.

"Damn" whispered Tina.

"Holy shit" said Sharon.

Karen started to blush. Her breasts were firm and round, about the size of ripe oranges. They looked perfect, the ideal Cosmo boob. After a few moments of her roommates staring in disbelief, Karen reached over and put on her shirt. "I don�t know how it happened but it started recently."

"Damn, girl, if this keeps up, you�re going to get bigger than me. I�m starting to get jealous," said Sharon.

"Hey, Karen, I think you should pay a visit to the clinic so Dr. Boswell can look at you," said Tina.

Karen looked at her friends with extreme annoyance. Then reason set in. "Maybe you�re right. If this is some kind of funky disease, I better have it checked out before it gets any worse."

"That�s the spirit, girlfriend, I�ll sneak you in the Doc�s schedule tomorrow."

Karen slouched a little and smiled.

Karen waited patently in Dr. Boswell office. She had to borrow one of Sharon�s old bras because nothing she owned would fit her comfortably. She some how felt dirty, sitting in a plastic surgeon�s office. She couldn�t shake the feeling that everyone was looking at her. Karen tried to read a magazine and wait until�

"Excuse me, the doctor will see you now," said the nurse. Tina smiled from her seat behind the reception desk. Karen shot a slightly disgusted look at her friend and followed the nurse. She was lead to a waiting room and was told the doctor would see her shortly. She put on the hospital gown and shivered. She wondered why all doctors had to have the air conditioning on so high. She sat there patiently until there was a knock at the door. She quickly made sure the gown wasn�t wide open, and watched the doctor enter the waiting room.

"Hello Karen, nice to see you. It says here that you�re suffering from some swelling," said Dr. Boswell.

Karen looked at the doctor and started to relax. He was an older man in his fifties and he had a nice fatherly look to him. No doubt this look was maintained - deliberately - in order to help his patients relax.

"Yes, just recently my breasts have started to get� uh� bigger, and it�s still 2 weeks before my period. I mean, this isn�t any minor swelling, I�ve gone from an A cup to a full D."

"Hmmm, so you know it�s not bloating. Have you gained any weight?"

"No."

"Okay, go ahead and take off your gown."

Karen took off her gown and started to feel uncomfortable. The doctor was looking at her breasts as if they were an arm, leg, or an elbow. She shouldn�t feel uncomfortable but sitting on a cold table, nearly naked, while some stranger looked at her breasts was too much.

"Have they become sensitive?"

"N.o"

"Have you started taking the pill, or are you on any medication?"

"No."

"Changed your diet in any major way?"

"No."

"Is there any pain or discharge from the nipples?"

"No."

"Have you done a self examination recently?"

"No."

The doctor straightened up and rubbed his chin as if he were in deep thought. "Hmmm, nothing seems to be wrong. Shape, color, and appearance looks normal"

"I�m saying nothing appears to be wrong, you might have a slight hormone flux or maybe you�ve gained a few pounds. If you�re still worried, I can recommend you to a specialist."

"Umm, no� that�s okay."

Karen left the doctors office slightly concerned. She tried to think back when the growth started. She couldn�t remember the exact day, but it was about two weeks ago. A funny little thought passed through her mind. Her growth began the about time she met Derek� Maybe he�s behind this.. Karen stopped her thought with a laugh, impossible- how can you make someone bigger? She looked at her watch and realized she�ll be late for work if she didn�t hurry.

At work Derek couldn�t get a thing done. He should be working on optimizing the office�s fax lines, but he was having trouble concentrating. He remembered all the women he�d affected. Their growth was always slow. Karen was different. He had only seen her twice, but she had grown substantially.

"Hey, Derek, how are you going to get any work done if you only stare at the computer?" said Dan

Derek was not expecting anyone, and he nearly jumped out of his chair. "Uhh sorry, I must have the Friday flue or something, I can�t seem to concentrate."

"Hell, I get like that about this time too, but don�t worry- the old man will walk by and you�ll get motivated. I dropped by to ask for a favor. Is it possible to issue me three more E-mail accounts?"

"You got it approved?"

"But of course."

"Yeah, that�s child play, I can have that set up in about an hour."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

TGIF, thought Derek

It was Saturday and Derek practically leaped out of bed. All around his apartment were little sticky notes, reminding him about his date with Karen. He walked to his bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn�t have any break outs, so at least something was going right. He checked his electric shaver and cleaned the heads. He looked at his to do list and remembered he should buy some new jeans. He finished his morning routine and went out to run a few errands.

Karen woke up and looked out the window. It was finally Saturday. She could hardly wait. She headed to the bathroom and looked herself over. Normally she never wore a bra to bed, but with her bigger boobs, she thought she�d better. She admired the way her breasts looked in the racy black bra she borrowed from Sharon. Her image was of a perfectly proportioned female body. She flamboyantly tossed her bra to the side and continued to admire her breasts. She then practiced her �come to my bedroom� look and did a little dance. She couldn�t help but get excited by the way her breasts bounced about. Too bad they weren�t going dancing. She showered then began to clean up her apartment.

Karen wiped a small bit of perspiration from her forehead. She spent all morning cleaning. She chose the Italian restaurant because of its close proximity to her home. It shouldn�t be too hard for her to drag Derek back for a little smooching. The other reason she chose the restaurant was it was right next to a small park. Maybe after dinner they could go for a walk. She looked at the clock. It was only 11:30am, her roommates wouldn�t be back till four. She got out the vacuum and tapped her finger on her teeth. She was still in the nude. She should put something on in case there was a knock at the door.

Later that night, Derek checked out his car. He cleaned and vacuumed it this afternoon. He checked his walled: two condemns- just in case one breaks, 69 dollars in cash, and his good luck charm. His good luck charm was an off pink poker chip he found on the floor at a flee market. It had never been all that lucky, but just maybe, it would help him tonight. He did one last check, everything seemed okay. He reviewed the directions and walked out to his car. All ready his hands felt clammy and his mouth felt like the brown dust he found in computer fans. He started his car and said a small prayer hoping tonight would be the end his suffering.

Karen looked at the time and started to get nervous. It was all ready 7:30 p.m. and she still wasn�t dressed. She had eight or nine outfits scattered on her bed. None of her sexy outfits fit her properly anymore. She was still in a towel and had no idea what to do. Then there was a knock at her door.

"Hey, Karen, you about ready for your date, its almost quarter till" said Sharon from behind a closed door.

Karen put her hands on her face and did a little dance of frustration. "I�m having trouble finding something to wear."

"Mind if I come in?"

"Sure."

Sharon opened the door and looked at the mess. "I had a feeling you would have this problem. Most of your outfits are single piece dresses. Naturally when you got bigger, they wouldn�t fit right. I had to get rid of some clothes after I had my boobs done. How about some tight jeans and a shirt.?"

"Naaah, I wanted to wear something that showed a little cleavage. Most of my shirts are too baggy."

"No problem, grab that tight mini skirt and come into my room."

Karen picked up her khaki mini skirt and followed her roomie.

"Lets see, something to show off the curves� I got it." Sharon pulled out a small button knit top and then a high cut, long sleeve denim jacket. She then walked over to her vanity and dug around her underwear drawer. "And here, try this on." she said as she handed Karen a cream colored push-up bra.

Karen looked at the outfit and smiled. "Umm, I have one more favor. Can you guys stay out late tonight?"

"That�s no problem for me. I have to close tonight, but don�t worry, I�ll drag Tina along."

"Thanks, I owe you guys." She quickly picked up the clothes and went back to her room to change.

Sharon couldn�t help but grin. Then she looked down at her happy tail wagging dog. "Don�t worry, I see you. Tonight, you get to sleep in your cage. Come on" Sparky knew that tone and Sharon had to drag him all the way to his cage.

Derek found the apartment with 25 minutes to spare. He winced at the time. He was way too early, he was going to have to wait. He shut off the car and waited. He tried to relax by listening to the gentle sound of the wind blowing or the soft hum of cars passing by. But it was no use, he couldn�t seem to lose the tightness in his stomach. He never understood why he ended up in such an emotional bail every time he had a first date. He knew she liked him, yet the fear refused to leave.

At 10 till eight he noticed two women leaving the apartment. They got in a small sports car and drove off. He looked at his watch � it was now or never. He got out of his car and began his walk to Karen�s apartment. He walked up the steps, taking slow breaths in an attempt to slow his heart, but no luck. He stood in front of the door and hesitated.

"Karen, you sure look good�, No, No. Karen you look very beautiful tonight, okay better," he said to himself as he gathered his courage and rang the door bell.

Karen jumped out of her chair when she heard the door bell. She had to use all her will not to go running to the door. She managed to gracefully walk to the door and look out of the peep hole. Outside was a very nervous looking Derek, wearing a nice Arrow Head shirt and a new pair of jeans. Before she opened the door she tried to fluff up her breasts to make them more noticeable. She then opened the door and gave Derek her best first date smile. Derek looked at Karen and almost let his mouth hang wide open.

"Karen, you�re beautiful," he managed.

She blushed slightly and pushed a strand of hair from her face, "Thank you, that�s very sweet." She started to crumble under his gaze, but with some concentration; she managed to close and lock the door. "You ready to go?"

"Yes, my car�s over there."

The drive to the restaurant was nice. The conversation was light and friendly. During the drive Karen took the time to check out Derek�s car. It was clean and the ash tray was spotless. Good, that meant he didn�t smoke. She checked the mileage - low. It was relatively new and he�s taken good care of it.

Derek was also making observations. Karen was wearing a khaki mini skirt with a knit button top and a small denim long sleeve jacket. Her outfit was definitely showing some curves and a little skin, especially around the navel. She seemed completely at ease which meant she might have a notion of what was happening to her. He�ll have to pay extra close attention during the dinner.

Derek and Karen arrived and were shown to a nice table by the hostess. Derek played the role of a gentleman, helping her take off her jacket and pulling out her seat. Their waiter came by and took their drink order. Derek ordered a coke and Karen ordered some red wine. They looked at the menu and then ordered. Karen was impressed that Derek ordered the shellfish plate with ziti pasta. His choice showed he had a little smarts. His dinner shouldn�t be too messy to eat unlike spaghetti or linguine. She ordered an Italian breaded chicken with a salad.

While they waited on dinner, Karen talked a little about waiting tables and critiqued their waiter. The dinner was going well. She asked Derek about his job. He went into a brief description of what he does, and she can�t help but grin. She watched the way he used his hands when he talked, the way his brown eyes would look into hers, and the cute little quirk he had of always needing to push up his glasses. She happily listened to everything he said, but soon her mind began to wander. Naughty little thoughts danced in her head about what she wanted to do after dinner. Suddenly, she began to feel her bra getting tight.

"Karen, are you all right."

"Yes. Excuse me, but I�d like to freshen up a bit before the food comes."

Derek stood up and watched Karen walk to the bathroom. There was no doubt about it, he saw her boobs swell right before his eyes. He sat back down and rubbed his hand on his face, thinking. He can�t bear the thought of a one night stand. In the short time they had been together, he was really starting to like Karen. Yet if he didn�t do something soon, she was going to make Dolly Parton look like pre-schooler. He took a sip from his water and tried to remain calm.

Karen entered the bathroom slightly confused. She couldn�t explain what was happening to her. She looked in the mirror. An old lady had just finished washing her hands and shot her a look of disgust. She wondered if it was because of what she was wearing or because of her prominent tits. She ignored the lady and fiddled with her purse as if she wanted to put on more lipstick. When the lady finally left, she put her purse down and stood up straight. There was no doubt about it, her breasts had become larger. She grabbed her purse and entered a stall. She unbuttoned her top and looked at her chest. Her boobs were practically spilling out of her bra.

She leaned against the toilet and tried to collect her thoughts. Some how, Derek has something to do with my growth. I wonder if he is doing it intentionally. No, probably not, he doesn�t seem like the freaky type. Maybe he doesn�t have any control over what he is doing. Hmm, this might turn out to be fun. She then wondered if she kept Derek waiting too long. She causally peeked through the door to make sure no one was around. She took off her bra and stuffed it in her purse. She buttoned up her top and was thankful that it was made out of a thick material. Even so, if it got chilly or one naughty thought, she was definitely going to nip out. At least she could cover up with her jacket. She left the stall and checked her makeup. Once she was satisfied, she left the ladies room. On her way back to the table she had to slow her pace down to minimize on the bouncing. She noticed that many of the men in the restaurant were giving her admiring glances. Too bad fellas, she belonged to one man tonight. She sat down and gave Derek a playful smile.

Derek took a long sip from his water. He was in trouble. In just under an hour, Karen had undergone another growth spurt. He understood why she went to the bathroom, she wanted to take off her bra. Her round orange sized breasts had ripened to a more prominent size. They were now her predominant feature. His eyes couldn�t help but be drawn to their round fullness. He forced himself to maintain eye contact. He noticed Karen had a wild gleam in her eye. Could it be possible that she was enjoying her growth?

"I don�t know about you, but I hope our dinner gets here soon. I�m starving," said Karen as she leaned forward to pull up her chair. She deliberately leaned forward in order to give Derek the best possible view of her increasing cleavage. She watched him intently, trying to get some kind of inclination if he knew what was going on.

Derek calmly gave her cleavage a quick glance before he replied, "Yes, I�m starving." He pushed his chair back "Excuse me, I�ll be right back. I�d like to wash up before dinner arrives."

Karen watched him leave and was amazed at how calm he remained during her little peep show. Karen propped her elbows on the table and let out a small sigh of frustration.

Dinner arrived and it was great. The conversation slowed a little, but never lagged as both continued to have good time. After they finished, they each ordered dessert and coffee. They sipped their coffee and talked a little more. Derek couldn�t help but notice small gaps forming between the buttons on her top. He didn�t know what to do. Derek was really starting to get uncomfortable. Here he was sitting with a beautiful woman, enjoying a cup of coffee, and her breasts were more than 4 times larger than when he first met her. Karen, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. She kept getting bigger and bigger, but she wasn�t the only one noticing her massive bust line. Other patrons of the restaurant were giving her long glances either in admiration or curiosity. She hoped their waiter would bring the check soon because it was starting to get on her nerves.

Their waiter brought the bill, and Derek reached for his wallet. Karen noticed their waiter was staring shamefully at her tits. She gave him her best �piss off� smile and he quickly left. She then insisted on paying the tip. All she left was a handful of change. They left the restaurant and walked out into a warm summer night.

"Boy, I am sure full." Karen patted her stomach, "Derek, there�s a park within walking distance. Would you like to go for a walk?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

As they walked to the park, Karen casually glanced at her reflection in the car windows. She was amazed at just how big she had become. It was a good thing she took off her bra. Her top was becoming so tight, she could see stretch marks forming between her boobs. Her comfortable sized breasts had now become large grapefruits. She could feel each bounce and jiggle when she walked. If this kept up, she might have to unbutton a couple of buttons.

Derek causally observed Karen all the way to the park. She must have increased a few more cup sizes since the beginning of dinner. Derek knew, without a doubt, she understood what was happening to her. The more he watched, the more he suspected she was enjoying her growth. That might explain why she was growing so fast. But why worry, it was a beautiful night and the park was just up ahead.

Derek and Karen entered the park. They walked side by side, listening to the wind blow through the willow trees and to the sound of the crickets. Neither talked, they were content with the silence and each other�s company. Derek grew a little bold and put his hand on her back. His warm hand on her spine gave Karen warm fuzzies all over. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. He then pulled her in close. He could feel his body temperature rise as her breast pressed against his side. It was a perfect moment captured by the night, and they were both happy. Then it started to rain. It wasn�t a small rain but a massive downpour.

Trapped under a merciless storm, both began to panic, but Derek spotted a gazebo. They made a mad dash to the shelter. They ran as fast as they could, but they still got drenched. They stood in the large gazebo breathing hard and dripping wet. Once Karen caught her breath, she remembered she had a small umbrella in her purse. She liked the notion of how close they�d have to be in order to share the umbrella. Then she had another idea. She was already pretty soaked; if she got any wetter, her top was going to become transparent. She reached over and took Derek�s hand. He looked at her and smiled. They stood by a post and watched the rain.

"I don�t think it�s going to let up," he said.

She let out a sigh and gave her jacket a shake. The cold rain had made her nipples poke out, and she tried to give him the best view possible. It amazed her how Derek remained so calm during her little exhibition. He wasn�t nearly as nervous as he was in the beginning of the date. She wondered how much control he had over her growth.

"I don�t think it�s going to let up either, want to make a mad dash to your car?"

Derek looked up at the rain before replying. "Sure."

On the count of three, they both sprinted to Derek�s car. He took her hand and they managed to make good time. Karen could feel each bounce as they jumped over rocks and other obstacles. They managed to make it to his car and Karen let out a squeal as Derek fumbled for his keys. If they were wet before, they were completely soaked now. They took a moment to wipe the rain from their faces and laugh. Derek started the car and turned on the heater. Karen took out a slightly damp handkerchief and tried to remove the remains of her moist make up.

Geesh, I�m dripping wet, I�ve lost a button, I�m practically busting out, and this guy remains perfectly calm. He�s behind this, but why doesn�t he say something, surely he�s figured out that I know something going on�

She�s watching me to see if I�m checking her out. Even looking like a drowned rat, she looks beautiful. I�d better get her home quick before that top goes�.

The drive back was one of almost uncomfortable silence. Both were content to listen to the rain, but they were dreading the �drop off�. The suspense of the up coming �good night kiss� was driving both nuts.

They pulled up to Karen�s apartment and the rain finally stopped. Each looked out the window and listened to the passing thunder.

"Karen, I hope you had a wonderful time, even with the rain."

"I had a great time."

Derek opened Karen�s door and walked her to her apartment. Both of their hair was wet and stringy, their clothes were soaked, and each could care less. They stopped by the doorway. Both stared into each other�s eyes, unable to say anything. Derek brushed the wet hair out of Karen�s eyes and kissed her. It was a little awkward at first, but she didn�t care. It was a passionate kiss, it sent a column of flame down her body. She became a little bold herself and used her tongue to explore his upper lip. Both were so lost in the kiss that neither felt the expansion of her breasts. The kiss seemed to last forever but they opened their eyes and separated. Karen fumbled for her keys and barely managed to unlock her door.

"Derek, why don�t you come on in, dry off a little."

"I don�t want to be any trouble," he stammered.

She opened the door and led him in by the hand. She turned on the lights and sat Derek on the couch. She then activated the gas fireplace. She walked into the kitchen and noticed a note on the table. It said, �Good luck, ya ho.� Karen gritted her teeth and threw the note in the trash.

"What would you like to drink, water, iced tea, milk, juice, a beer?"

"Iced-tea would be great."

Karen filled two glasses with ice and then poured the iced tea. She then walked into the utility closet and pulled out a clothes rack. She had a little difficulty dragging it out of the kitchen, but with a grunt, she placed it by the fireplace.

"Here, Derek give me your shirt, and I�ll hang up it to dry."

Derek handed her his shirt without question, and sat there in a wet tee-shirt. She paused and then motioned for his tee-shirt. He reluctantly handed it over and she hung it next to his shirt.

Derek was really starting to get nervous. She walked back into the kitchen to get the drinks. Her boobs had become so big, they were now visible from behind. He had better say something soon.

"Karen, there�s something I�d like to tell you."

Karen returned from the kitchen with the two glasses of iced tea. She placed them on the coffee table and then went to the fire place.

"And what�s that?"

"I�ve been wanting to ask you� Have you been experiencing any�" Derek stopped in mid sentence as he watched Karen take of her mini-skirt and hang it on the rack. He was struck dizzy by the sight of her small black panties stretched tight over her luscious ass.

"Growth?" smiled Karen as she began to unbutton her top.

Derek desperately tried to calm himself before he continued. "Uhh, yeah�you know�errr� have your breasts become... larger?"

Karen looked at Derek for a moment and then grinned. She removed her top and slowly hung it on the clothes rack. In a slow lustful walk, she moved to the coffee table and picked up both glasses. She handed one to Derek. She then sat next to him and ever so slyly, placed her legs on his lap. She then leaned back, giving Derek a perfect view of her soft, luscious, perfectly shaped breasts as the glow from the fire played across her enormous contour.

"Have I gotten any bigger? Well, maybe just a little." She took a slow sip of her tea and swallowed hard." Why don�t you explain to me what�s going on."

"Okay, here goes. About nine months ago, when I was still in college, I made a mistake. An old lady put a curse on me. Now, any time a woman takes any interest in me, her boobs will increase in size."

Karen�s desire flickered and a look of concern crept into her expression.

"Is there any way to stop this?"

"Yes� there is one way, but when I tell you, please don�t get upset."

"Go ahead tell me," she said as she stirred her glass with her finger.

Derek was totally amazed. In the beginning he would tell his dates about the curse. Many times they got really mad once he revealed the cure. But she didn�t seem to care. She looked a little worried, but now she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.

Karen reached into her glass and pulled out an ice cube. She slowly traced it on her cleavage as the water trickled down her boobs. As he watched the trickle of water slide down her ample breasts, he saw them grow. Her boobs were becoming the size of cantaloupes as her tits crawled down her ribs. It was impossible to take his eyes of her tits. Her areolae had become enormous, almost the size of silver dollars. All he could think of was giving her nipples a little taste with his tongue. No! He must get a hold of himself, he must continue.

"There is only one way to reverse the growth, I have to make love to you."

"What!" yelled Karen as she straddled Derek and looked him dead in the eye. "You�re kidding right. Some curse, sounds to me you end up getting all the sex you want."

Derek looked into her eyes with extreme attention. "I�m sorry, it�s either that or you stay this size forever."

Karen saw his eyes and could see nothing but pain. He is truly ashamed, but why? He might be ashamed but I�m not. It�s time to have a little fun.. Karen leaned slightly back, giving Derek the most incredible view of the most perfect breasts he had ever seen. She placed her fingers on chin before she spoke. "So Derek, the other women, did any of them get bigger than me?"

"Whaaa�"

"Hello, McFly�"teased Karen as she knocked her knuckle on his head. "Did it ever dawn on you, that this might be making me hot! All my life, I wanted bigger boobs. So all I want from you is to make me big, really big, the biggest you�ve ever seen." She reached for his hands, and with one quick motion, placed them on her tits.

Almost instantly, Derek could fill them begin to grow. It felt like holding onto a balloon as it filled up with water. She tried to get him to knead her breasts, but he sat there in shock. He just stared in amazement as her boobs became larger and larger and larger.

Karen began to moan softly. Her boobs had passed all realms of normalcy, becoming the size of basketballs - perfect, large, round, basketballs. She managed to catch her breath and looked at her giant boobs. Her mouth dropped open when she realized how big she�d become. She then took her breasts, and mashed them together creating a massive display of cleavage. Her eyes grew mischievous as she realized she could lick her own nipples. She noticed Derek was still sitting there. In frustration, she let her tits drop and was amazed at how long they took to stop bouncing.

"Derek, can I ask you a favor."

"�.."

"Derek are you okay, I�m not smothering you am I?"

"Umm�No�I just wasn�t expecting that."

Derek obeyed. He took his arms and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her in close. Karen let out a squeal of delight as she felt her jugs being pressed tightly against his face. He then started to nuzzle the enormous mounds of flesh, taking delight in the sweet smell of Karen�s skin.