This story begins when a girl named Sarah was 15 years old. She was a sophomore in high school. She had a slender body and long brown hair. She wasn't the most popular person, but she had a few friends. She had a B cup chest, but she was very attractive nonetheless, especially when she wore her contacts instead of her glasses. She didn't have a boyfriend, but was noticed by guys. *Take a moment to fantasize what you want Sarah to look like if you haven't already*
She had just moved to Restboro in the summer, and didn't know that many people yet. She only had the few people she had met on her street that she knew. She went to her first class on the first day of school and met a few more people who were kind enough to talk to her. She found a boy she was interested in that first week, but found out later on that he only dated girls with big breasts, so that took her out of the running. She had a few boyfriends now and then up until Christmas. But none of them ever lasted. They always left her when they found someone "better," if you know what I mean. At Christmastime, she was invited to a party at a friend's house. She still didn't know too many people, so she thought this might be a good way to meet some. So she went to the party. She did meet some new people. She liked very many of them, but there were some she couldn't stand. At that party, she met all the popular people, and were accepted into their group. >From that point on, she treated the people she didn't like with utmost disrespect and hatred, even though she didn't know them. She judged them and ridiculed them for everything they did. But there was one that she shouldn't have messed with. His name was John Schumacher.
John was ridiculed and made fun of because he was into Goth. He dressed in black and listened to black metal. He wasn't ugly, but he tried to make himself look like it. He always went to parties to crash them, and usually brought marijuana and that ended the parties. He always went to the clean parties. The ones where nobody drank, nobody did drugs, and nobody even smoked a cigarette. He always came to the party drunk, smoking and with drugs.
Sarah was scared of John, but to mask her fright, made fun of him to her friends. Little did she know that John was a warlock. Unfortunately, it probably would have been something she would have been better off not knowing. But it happened that she found out one fateful night in April. She was at a clean party that she had been invited to for her friend's birthday. John found out about the party and was there before anybody knew it. But this time, he stayed subdued. He didn't smoke. He didn't drink, and he didn't do drugs. He even dressed in an outfit that wasn't black. It was red and blue! He did his hair nice, too. Sarah was surprised. She didn't know what to say. She actually thought John was...HOT!
John was here for a mission. Ever since he first saw Sarah, he had though she was hot, but a bitch, too (always seems like that's the case 'lotta times, doesn't it?). He knew he had to have her. He was watching TV late at night once, and saw a show called Jonny Jenes, with the topic, "My Friend Is Too Freaky To Get A Date!" There were lots of makeovers on that show, and John realized that was what he had to do to be noticed by Sarah. But he had a trick up his sleeve. Be patient, I'll get to that soon enough.
John went over to Sarah. He said, "Hello!" in a very friendly voice. Now Sarah wanted to get to know him. She believed he had changed. She and John talked and hung out all night at the party. For 4 hours they conversed about society, school, and the arts. Luckily for John, the topic of religion never came up. He probably would have scared her away again. He worked his spell on her that night, and they started to date. No, not that spell yet. Just hold on a minute!
They had been dating for about 3 months, and John actually started to feel sorry for what he had to do to get his revenge for the way she had treated him before they started to date. All this time, she hadn't said sorry or anything remotely close to it. That was all John wanted to hear. But in three months, he hadn't heard it yet. He figured he probably never would. A few months later, he realized he had to break up with her, because she had no remorse for the past when John was the same person in different clothes. Now he could get his revenge without any remorse on his behalf, either.
One month after John and Sarah broke up, Sarah had her birthday party. She "accidentally" failed to invite John. John came anyway. This was his time, her birthday. And this would be a birthday Sarah would NEVER forget. John approached Sarah 2 hours after the party had started. He was dressed in his Gothic clothes again, and his hair was unstyled. He had a cup of punch in his hand. He offered it to Sarah. Sarah refused the punch and told him to leave her before anybody saw them together. John left her, but then went to a corner of the room with the cup of punch he had gotten for Sarah. This is what you've all been waiting for! The spell! John put a potion in the cup. It was something he created himself, not even knowing what it would do. But he knew it would be bad for Sarah and that's all that mattered to him. He made the potion so that it stops working when the words, "I'm Sorry" have been said. He walked over to the proximity of where Sarah was standing and quickly replaced her cup with the potioned cup. Then he scurried away to watch the action, (whatever that could be). A few minutes later...
Sarah was thirsty. She reached for her cup of punch and downed the whole thing. That was great for John, but a birthday present Sarah didn't expect. Finally John's revenge had been had! Now, "What did that potion do?", John wondered. He soon found out.
Sarah sat down on the couch, complaining about dizyness. "That's all?", John thought. Nope. Not by a longshot, John! Suddenly Sarah realized her shirt was riding up her stomach quite fast, and was getting larger in the chest area. People ran out of the house, one by one upon seeing this, thinking Sarah was some kind of freak. They didn't want to be seen with a freak. Then John came out of hiding. Sarah's breasts by this time were at least MM cups. They were down at her pussy and still going, but had slowed down. John confessed to doing this act, and told her all she needed to do was apologize. He knew making her feel like she had made him feel would make her apologize. She said she would never apologize. Then John said, "That's fine with me, keep growing then!" And she did. She grew, and grew, and grew. She liked having big breasts, but like MM. Not UU. And still they grew. She began enjoy the growth and sensitivity though, as they grew onto the rug and then to the door, but knew she had to make them stop, or she might never breathe again. They were beginning to cover her face. So she muffled out, "I'm Sorry, John!" Her breasts stopped growing. She continued to apologize, to try and make John have pity on her and make an antidote. But it wasn't neccessary for him to make an antidote. The more she apologized, the smaller her breasts became. When she realized this, she realized she could control how big she wanted to stay. Sarah now lives happily ever after as a 32JJJ, and is dating John again, because no other guy will date her after the party incident. Nobody wants to date a freak of nature, except another freak of nature.