Luck of the Irish by Mastophilus 'At least I can walk,' she thought, 'but these seventy-two inch whoppers are going to be hell' Copyright March, 1997 Masto's Musings: I'll give you the content warning right up front before I discuss any other part of the story. This short story features graphic sexual scenes of a wide variety. Many of you will be pleased to learn - and are expecting - that scenes of breast enlargement figure prominently. Also in the story are more "standard" male-female sex scenes, as well as some female-female and female masturbation. Copious amounts of various body fluids fly around as well. In addition to the usual pornographic descriptions, I've also tried to include some romance and general mushy stuff that might appeal to the more "sensitive" reader. From a more technical standpoint, I have made this story available in .rtf and .txt formats. The .txt document (which you are reading now), uses splats (*) and single-quotes for emphasis and internal character dialog, respectively. The .rtf version uses italics for these same effects. Some of you may have seen a .doc version of "Luck of the Irish". It's the same story with a few errors in it that I have since corrected. Who knows? Maybe it'll be worth a pound of breast flesh some day. Finally, this damn story took forever to put together. I got the idea back around Christmas of 1995, and had hoped to release it in time for St. Patrick's Day (March 17) of 1996. Things didn't work out that way. In fact, it wasn't until February of 1997 that the story finally jelled in my head after floating around upstairs for more than a year. So finally, either in your hands or on the screen in front of you is "Luck of the Irish" - almost exactly one year late and substantially different from the idea I had oh so long ago now. I really hope you enjoy it. Feel free to send any comments to me at: phoenix@crown.icongrp.com. Since I get *lots* of e-mail, be sure to mention somewhere in your message that your post is about "Luck of the Irish". Thanks, and take care of yourself. * * * * * * * * * * * "I'm sorry; what did you say?" Stephanie silently sighed through her nose, then repeated her question, fighting to be heard over the background noise of the daily bustle of the cafeteria. "I said, 'Have you asked anyone to Turnabout?'" "Oh. No, not yet." "Well, you'd better hurry. You have to buy your tickets by this Friday." Stephanie pointed to a table across the room where a member of the student council was collecting $25 per couple for next Saturday's Turnabout Dance. Erin turned toward the activity where a small line had formed. In the line she recognized people from her classes, the school socialites, athletes, cheerleaders, people who actually had a social life. "Are you going?" inquired Erin. "Yeah. I'm going with Steve Denton. We're just going as friends." "I see." "Erin, why don't you ask Koz? You two have been friends for years. Besides, you told me you have a crush on him, and he *is* pretty cute." Erin giggled at the suggestive tone her friend took as she tried to make her case. Steph was right; she did have a crush on Rob Kozlowski. She had one since the seventh grade. While they "hung out" together occasionally, they were never "going out". Rob had never asked her out, and Erin had never mustered up the courage to ask him herself. Their concentration was interrupted by a sudden burst of raucous laughter from the other side of the cafeteria. The girls turned to face the gathering of some of the school's more famous athletes and the cheerleaders that adored them. "Ryan Patz is over there. I've heard his penis is ten inches long and as thick as your wrist," Steph offered, bursting into laughter as she finished her statement. "Stephanie!" Erin blushed with embarrassment . "Oh, come on! You're going to be seventeen next Saturday. Did you know that boys and girls are different, Erin?" kidded Steph. "You see -" Steph suddenly stopped as she looked up and waved at someone behind Erin. As Erin turned, she saw Koz nodding his head in acknowledgment and heading toward their table. "Hi, guys," said Koz, as he laid his tray on the table and pulled up a chair. "Wow, Erin, what happened? Your face is almost the same color as your hair." "Erin just learned a little bit more about male anatomy." "Uh, huh," replied Koz, as Erin glared across the table at Steph. "Are you going to Turnabout, Koz?" asked Steph, winking at Erin. "Um, I'd like to, but...uh...nobody's asked me." Erin suddenly jumped in her seat as she felt someone kick her under the table. Leveling a glance at Steph, she saw her good friend's eyes encouraging her on. 'All right,' she thought, 'just to get her off my back.' "Would you, uh, like to go with me, Koz?" She felt her face starting to flush, her ears warming, her pulse at least one-twenty. Suddenly, a panicked thought crossed her mind. 'What if he thinks-' "Um, we can go as just friends. I mean, if that's okay with you. I mean, I like you, but, you know, I'm not...you know." Koz gently smiled back and nodded. "Yeah, I know. Just friends. That's cool." The two gazed at each other for an eternal second. Koz then dropped his glance to his watch and stood up. "Uh, oh. Shit! I've got that chemistry test in fifteen minutes. I'd better review. See y'all later." Erin watched as Koz left the cafeteria, her heart having slowed somewhat, but still racing. She turned to face Steph, who was staring at her and giggling uncontrollably. "What's so funny?" demanded Erin, somewhat defensively. "*You*, silly! 'Oh, Koz!'" she mimicked, feigning a swoon. "Man, I knew you liked him, but I didn't realize he made you *that* wet! You couldn't even get a complete sentence out!" Sighing in frustration at Steph's sexual innuendo, Erin rationalized, "Damn, Steph, I'm not wet! I'm just a little..." "Aroused? Turned on? Horny?" "...nervous. And shy. You know me, I'm not like Misty Rose and her cheerleader buddies: boobs out to here and sleeping with half the football team at those orgies they have every Saturday night. I'm more ...mature. I have more important things to worry about." "Oh, lighten up. You really need to get out more. At least you're going to Turnabout, which is on your seventeenth birthday, which is on St. Patrick's Day of all things. All I can say, girl, is that your dress better be green! Go without a bra, too. Get it? Erin- go-bra-less!" "Not that I need one anyway. I think Koz has bigger boobs than I do." "Oh, who cares?" "Right," asserted Erin, albeit with false bravado, "who needs tits anyway?" * * * * * * * * * * * Joan McCafferty looked up from the pots in the sink when she heard the front door close. "Erin, sweetie, is that you?" "Yes, mother; it's me." "Okay. Stay right there, honey. I've got a surprise for you." Erin waited patiently in the living room. She saw her mother walk down the hall and into her sewing room. Moments later, she emerged with a white sweater. "Here you go, honey, I just finished it this morning!" Joan proudly displayed her handiwork to her only daughter. "Consider it one of your birthday presents, except a week or so early." "It's nice, mother." Erin pulled the sweater on and looked down at herself. "Um, mom, is this sweater for me or for you? It's awfully big in the chest for me." "Oh, don't worry! You're young; you'll -" "I know, I'll grow into it." Erin shook her head in amusement. Even though Erin wore a 34A bra, her mother knitted sweaters as if her daughter were built like Dolly Parton. For quite some time, Joan had insisted that Erin would eventually fill out, that all girls on her side of the family blossomed into shapely women in their own time. Erin had believed her, too, once upon a time, but no more. She had come to accept that she probably had as much breast tissue now as she ever would. "So, anything interesting happen at school today?" "Yeah, I asked K- I mean, Rob- to Turnabout. I'm going to need a dress." "Oh, how wonderful! When is the dance?" "Next Saturday. My birthday." "Oh," Joan looked a little distressed. "I made reservations for us for Cafe Florentia for Saturday night, what with your father out of the country on business for two weeks. No problem, I'll just reschedule for Friday, if that's okay with you. It is your birthday, after all." "Friday will be great, mother," reassured Erin. "Okay. So! What did you have in mind for a dress?" "Hmm..." Erin thought back to her lunch with Stephanie. "Something green, to go with the holiday. Something feminine, but not too sexy or revealing-" "Good," Joan sternly interjected. "Do you think we could do silk or satin? I was thinking of something kind of light and breezy." Erin could feel the excitement and romanticism building in her. She was going to look beautiful... "I'm not...well, it *is* your first dance, and your first real date..." "I know, mother." Erin didn't need her mother to remind her how pathetically non-existent her social life was. "And it *is* your seventeenth birthday. Okay. Why not?" "And, um, I'd like to make the dress myself, mother. Is that okay with you?" "Of course it is, sweetheart! Help yourself to all my sewing materials back in the room. If you need any help I'll be more than happy to help you." "That's great, mom." "We'll go shopping for the material and some shoes for you this weekend. Come on back to the sewing room with me; I might have some things you can use back there." "Sure." Erin followed her mother back into the sewing room. A fifty- year-old white Singer sewing machine sat in the center on a large wooden table. All over the room were scissors, thimbles, strips of cloth, books with patterns. Erin's mother never was the organized type. As Joan dug through a box full of long strips of cloth, Erin spotted a picture on the shelf. An attractive brown-haired man was smiling and holding the hand of an awesomely endowed red- haired woman. "Who's this, Mom?" "Hmm? Oh, that's your aunt Sarah and uncle Pat. They live in England now. I don't think you remember them; when they last saw you you couldn't have been more than a year and a half old." "I see. My! Aunt Sarah is certainly, um... big!" Joan took a closer look at the picture. Her sister Sarah looked as if she had stuck two volleyballs in her blouse, which looked even more ridiculous given Sarah was an otherwise slender-framed 5'3". "Yes, that picture's from about ten years ago, after her cosmetic surgery." "Oh. Why did she want her breasts made so large? They must really hurt her back and shoulders." "Oh, no, honey. That was after her surgery to get them *reduced*." Erin gasped. "You're kidding!" "No," reflected Joan. "She always liked having really big boobies. She used to tease me because I wore only a 36E; she had to have her bras custom made." "*Only* a 36E, mother?" Joan hummed in the affirmative. "That's why I keep telling you that you'll grow into all those sweaters. I'm big. My mother was big. My grandmother was big. My sister was huge, and still is, for that matter. She was kind of the bad girl. She had to marry uncle Pat because he got her pregnant. I've heard other rumors, too, that she slept with her date to the Prom..." Joan suddenly leveled an ominous look at her daughter. "Listen, I know you like that Rob, but remember what Father Timothy said about pre-marital sex being a sin. You should follow my example and wait until you're married; I don't want you ending up like Aunt Sarah, shotgun wedding and all." Embarrassed, Erin tried to assuage her mother's fears. "Don't worry, mother. We're going as just friends. With the way my social life goes, I don't think I'll have to worry about sex before marriage." 'Hell,' she thought, 'I don't think I'll even have to worry about marriage.' * * * * * * * * * * * The next day, Erin was sitting at her desk before her trigonometry class, looking over the tickets that she had just purchased in the cafeteria on her lunch hour fifteen minutes ago. "The Luck of the Irish Brought Us Together" read the heading on the ticket. Below the heading, in gold trim on a dark green background was the silhouette of a boy and a girl puckering up their lips, preparing to kiss. The whole flyer was somewhere between romantic and cheesy. Erin couldn't help but giggle. "Who are you taking to Turnabout, Erin?" 'Let's see,' thought Erin, 'arrogant, phony, superficial tone in her voice. It can only be-' "Oh, hi, Misty. I'm going with Rob Kozlowski. Are you going with-" "Ryan Patz. He and I've been dating for about three months. Are you and Rob going out with each other, or-" "We're just friends," explained Erin. "Oh. Okay. Do you know what your dress looks like yet?" "Sort of. I'm sewing it myself. All I know for sure right now is that it will be green." "You're making your own dress?" Erin wasn't sure if the inflection in Misty's voice was out of result of respect for her sewing skills or disdain for frugality. "I bought this gorgeous red strapless gown at Nordstrom's for only $750." Erin felt her shoulders slump at this information. "Listen, Erin, we're all having a big party next Saturday after the dance. You and Rob are welcome to come if you'd like. The party's at Ryan's house. His folks are out of town for the weekend." "You mean, we're...invited?" "Of course! Everyone's invited. We probably won't stick around for the whole dance. It ends at 11:00 but our party starts at 9:00. We'll be able to have more fun without school chaperones watching over us." Misty winked at this list remark. "Uh, I'll think about it. Thanks." Erin didn't quite know what to make of Misty's offer. She had never gone out of her way to be friendly before. It seemed harmless enough, though. 'Sure, why not, if Koz is okay with it,' thought Erin. 'Maybe I'll be able to get some time alone with him. What the worst that could happen, anyway?' * * * * * * * * * * * Erin didn't mention Misty's offer until she and Koz were eating lunch together next Tuesday. "So, what do you think?" "I dunno," said Koz. "I guess I really would like to see just what they do at their parties. I mean some of the rumors I've heard..." "Yeah, sounds likes some pretty wild stuff goes on there. You know, Misty said the party started at 9:00. We can go for a while, and if we decide we don't like it, we can always come back to the dance, or do... other things..." Erin's heart began to beat faster. Would he take the hint? "Sure, you're right. If we don't like the party, I'm sure we can find other things to do." Koz met her gaze and smiled. Erin put her hand on top of his and smiled back through a chaos of affection, lust, and relief. "You know," offered Koz, "that's a really nice outfit you're wearing. It really complements your eyes. I don't think I can remember the last time I saw you wear a skirt." Erin chuckled. "I know. I guess I'm just getting tired of jeans every day. I'm a g... young woman and I figured I'd start dressing like one," she explained as she smoothed out the near-ankle length skirt that sat elegantly draped over her crossed legs. "The sweater's nice, too. Is it supposed to be big, or...?" "Not quite this big. My mother knitted it for me; she tends to overestimate people's sizes." "I see." Somewhere in the distance rang the bell signaling the end of the lunch period. "We'd better go," said Koz, as they got up together. For a brief instant their eyes were lost in each other's faces. Erin shocked herself and surprised Koz by being the first to break eye contact, and gave him the gentlest kiss on the cheek she could imagine. "Bye," she smiled, and walked off down the hall. Koz followed her receding figure with his longing gaze, and sighed. * * * * * * * * * * * "Hello?" "Hey there, Koz!" "Oh, Erin, hi! I've been trying to reach you all afternoon. The dance is tomorrow night, and we still have to finalize some things." "I know. I'm sorry. My mother took me out to dinner tonight for my birthday and we just got back about twenty minutes ago." Erin smiled at the taste of the veal parmesan still lingering on her taste buds. "No problem. Let's see, the dance starts at 7:00, and we probably should get there early otherwise we'll have to wait in line forever to get our pictures taken." "Agreed. And did you still want to go out to dinner?" "Yeah. Is the Ogden Dunes okay with you?" "Yes," Erin was surprised that Koz was willing to take her to such a nice restaurant. "Okay, I'll make the reservation for 5:00, and I'll be over to pick you up around 4:30 or so, okay?" "Sounds great to me." "Good. If you don't mind my asking, what does your dress look like? Or is it bad luck for the date to know about the dress beforehand?" Erin giggled, as she looked over to her completed dress, hanging from the mirror on her vanity. "It's green, almost the same color as my eyes." "Wow!" "It's made of satin - I made it myself." "Wow, again! Is it sexy?" "Kind of. There's a limit to how much my mother will let me show, Koz. The top half is sort of like a tank top with a plunging neckline. It flares out at the bottom into a skirt that stops about three inches above my knee. I've got pumps to match as well." "You're going to look beautiful tomorrow. Listen, I've gotta run and make the reservations before the Dunes closes. I'll see you tomorrow at 4:30. Okay?" "Gotcha. Love you, Koz." "Love you, too, Erin." Erin smiled to herself as Koz hung up on his end. She glanced over at her dress, and then the clock, which read 9:50 p.m. She was worn out from the day and the large dinner, and a certain restlessness was growing within her. "Mother? I'm going to bed now. Good night." "Good night, sweetie," called Joan from across the hall. Erin gently closed, then locked the door, and turned off all the lights in her room with the exception of the small lamp on her nightstand. Making sure the drapes were closed, she thought about Koz, and began to undress in front of her mirror. She slowly undressed herself as if she were unwrapping a delicately wrapped gift. She gently unbuttoned each button on her blouse, then pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. She looked at the delicate nubs ever so slightly pushing outward against the cups of her lacy white bra. Through the lace she ran her fingers over her areolae, and shuddered at the sensation coursing through them. She then unfastened the back of her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. She smiled when she saw the faint wisps of auburn pubic hair working their way through the lace of her panties. She had just bought these panties last weekend; her mother had not yet come across them in the laundry. 'What would she say?' thought Erin. She then removed her bra and crawled into bed under her covers. Again she felt the tinglings of pleasure race through her nerves as she softly ran her fingernails over the entirety of her breasts. She moved her hands down her abdomen and toward her crotch, and was met by a growing dampness in the lacy front panel of her underwear. Sensuously she slid the panties down her hips, her thighs, her calves, and removed them from her ankles, tossing the bikinis into the pile of dirty laundry near her bed. Again she slid her hands down to her cushiony mons and massaged herself. Harder...she could feel her clit slowly engorging as she rubbed it through the fleshy padding just above her spot. She felt her pulse and breathing quicken as she continued to rub herself. Harder, faster...Erin couldn't remember the last time she was this turned on. Faster, harder...her sheets were now growing dark from moisture and hot juices oozing from her pussy. Barely audible moans began to escape her lips; she was close. "Oh, Koz..." she moaned, continuing to fiercely masturbate. "Oh...yes...oh...god...oh..." she felt her whole body begin to tremble. "Oh....ooooooohh!!!" Spasms racked her body as she came harder than she had ever come before. She felt contractions and her crotch and let out a small cry of surprise when she felt a gush of fluid hit her fingers. The spasms continued. "Oh, god! Oh, baby!" Again she exploded into shakes, and again she felt another hot stream of juice squirt from her pussy. By this point she was spent. She collapsed into relaxation and let the quivers slowly subside. She barely had enough energy to lift her sheets and see the three square foot wet spot on her bottom sheet. 'Wow, I must have wet myself or...oh, it's female ejaculation. Wow.' Erin remembered seeing an article on it in one of her mother's women's magazines some time ago. 'Wow,' she thought. And sighed. And drifted into sleep. * * * * * * * * * * * The pounding on the door jolted Erin out of her slumber. "Erin, are you still asleep? Come on, sleepyhead, do you know what time it is?" "Huh, mom, is that you?" "Of course it is, sweetie." Joan jiggled the door handle. "Why is your door locked, honey? Are you all right?" Erin tried to prop herself up in bed but couldn't. She felt heavier than she remembered. Maybe her arms had not woken up yet. "I'm fine, I think. I must have been really tired. What time is it?" "It's 1:30 in the afternoon, Erin. I've got to go the store and pick up groceries. What time is Rob coming over?" Erin smiled at the mention of his name. "4:30." "Oh, I'll probably still be gone when you leave. I've got to go if I want to make it to the bank in time, honey. Have a good time." "Bye, mother." Erin collapsed back onto her mattress and heard the door to the garage close. She then heard her mother's car pull out. Finally she gathered the strength to pull herself out of bed. Naked and rubbing her eyes, she walked over to her mirror with some difficulty, as if her body was trying to lean over forward for some reason. She finished rubbing her eyes and looked at her reflection. And screamed. She lost her footing and fell onto the floor. Pushing herself up from the ground, she stopped suddenly. What were those two things hanging down from her chest? Standing up again, she looked at herself. Or was it herself? Erin gave the mirror a long look; the woman looking back at her had Erin's face, but a very large pair of breasts, and succulently curved hips framing a lush forest of bright auburn pubic hair. "My God, what's happened to me? I...have breasts." Suddenly her mother's voice ran through her head. 'That's why I keep telling you that you'll grow into all those sweaters. I'm big. My mother was big. My grandmother was big. My sister was huge, and still is, for that matter.' "Oh, God, mother. I had no idea! I..." The initial shock was slowly wearing off. She ran to her closet and threw on her robe. To her dismay, she found that she could barely close it over the two cantaloupe-sized new "developments" on her chest. She went downstairs to the sewing room and found a tape measure. Upon returning upstairs, she dropped her robe and pulled the tape measure around her. "Forty-three inches!" Her bosom had grown by eight inches in the sixteen hours she had slept. Measuring under her rib cage she found a measurement of thirty-three inches. "Let's see...I've gone from a 34A to a 38DD overnight?!" Moving further down her body she found her waist had packed on two extra inches to give a fuller twenty-six total inches. Her hips had also plumped out in the night, from thirty-two inches to an even forty. She let the tape measure fall to the floor and turned profile in the mirror. Horror, excitement, arousal, fear all coursed through her veins as she looked at her new beautifully voluptuous profile. "I have boobies! Big ones! And an ass, too!" She thought about her new figure and gently played with a nipple. The sensation made her recoil and made the nipple go erect to a length of half an inch. "Ooh! So sensitive." She then let her eyes go slowly down her figure, what had happened to her pussy? To her surprise, she discovered that her new tits were so large that she couldn't see her feet, much less her groin. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and ran her hands down into the auburn field of public hair. "So silky, and thick!" she remarked. "Ooh!" She reached her clit and sent a powerful surge of pleasure up through her spine. Like her nipples, her clitoris had become incredibly more sensitive as well. But it didn't feel quite right... She found a small cosmetic mirror and put it between her legs, allowing her to see her genitalia. "Oh my lord!" Her clit had grown to about the size of the last knuckle on her thumb. It ever so slightly protruded from its sheath like a tiny, delicate penis. She looked over at her clock: 2:10. She had time... She sat herself on her bed and again began to masturbate. This time the sensations through her clit were so intense that she could barely touch it directly. She indirectly massaged it through the bottom of her now thoroughly-covered mons. Within thirty seconds she had brought herself to the verge of orgasm. Racing pulse, quickening breath, rubbing hard, she went to tweak her clit...and screamed in pleasure as her body incinerated itself with ecstasy. Again she felt the contractions in her pussy, and through her vision - impaired by intense pleasure - she saw a hot stream of clear liquid shoot out of her crotch and hit the mirror above her vanity. Six feet away. 'How much?' she thought. Quickly, before the next orgasm came, she found an empty one-liter bottle of Pepsi and positioned it between her legs. She came again as she touched the mouth of the bottle to her clit. The fluid shot out again and this time was received into the bottle. There was not as much this time. For the next several minutes she came, and squirted. After her seven more orgasms, some fifteen minutes later, she no longer squirted. Holding up the bottle, she found it to be nearly full. 'One liter of cum?' she thought. 'What am I, the incredible squirting woman?' The clock now read 2:30. She had two hours to prepare herself for Koz. As she headed for the shower, she grinned evilly. 'Oh, Koz,' she imagined, 'I've got something I want to show you. Something I think you'll really like...' * * * * * * * * * * * Koz checked his watch as he bounced up the steps to the front door of Erin's house. '4:25. Right on time.' He rang the doorbell and patiently waited, nosegay of white and pink flowers in hand. "It's open!" called Erin from inside. "Come on in, Koz." Koz opened the door and stepped into the living room. "Hi, Erin! Are your folks around?" "My mother's at the store; she doesn't plan on being back until later tonight. Dad's out of the country on business. I'll be out in a minute. Hey, how's the weather?" "Cool and windy. You'll want to bring a jacket and hold onto your skirt. Wait, forget that last part..." In the sewing room, Erin smiled at Koz's joke. If only he knew... she thought. Looking at herself in the mirror, she admired how her new figure had changed her homemade dress from the gown of a pretty girl to the apparel of a sex-crazed bimbo. Without a bra under her dress, the plunging neckline showed a heart-stopping amount of cleavage. Her DD-sized breasts were firm and perky enough to pass the "pencil test" she gave herself earlier with flying colors. Her nipples gently poked against the green satin, making themselves known to anyone within thirty feet. Her bosom had also pulled the skirt up substantially. Once upon a time, the hemline stopped three inches above her knee, but now the front of her skirt stopped about three inches below her crotch in front. The back was somewhat longer, but not by much. 'Windy,' she thought. As she twirled in front of the mirror, her skirt flared out far enough to show the entirety of her squeezably shapely ass cheeks and the flourishing garden of silky hair at her crotch. 'Wait till he finds out that I have nothing on under this dress!' She gave her hair a brief primping and got ready to face Koz. "Here I come, Koz. You won't believe your eyes!" "I'll close them," he offered. "You tell me when to look." "Okay, I'll tell you...okay. Now open them. Tada!" Koz opened his eyes. And his jaw dropped to the floor. "E-Erin? Is that... what....did...huh?" "You could say I've filled out a bit since you last saw me, and the dress certainly accentuates various parts. You like?" "I..uh...yah! Uh... wow!" Erin slowly worked her way toward Koz, her hips undulating atop legs perched on three-and-a-half inch heels. She moved in very close and cupped her hand over the front of his crotch. She felt a growing, hardening shaft inside. "Oh, you do like, don't you?" She continued to advance until Koz had his back up against the door. She took his hand and guided it slowly over the dress up to her new melons. "Go on, feel them." She ran his hand over her breasts and then slid it back down to her skirt. She took his hand under her skirt and let his finger slide over her bare arse. "I'm not wearing panties, Koz, or a bra either, as you can no doubt tell." She jiggled her boobs from side to side briefly to make her point. "Now, what time were our dinner reservations?" "F-f-five o'cock - I...I mean - clock. In about t-twenty minutes." "Mmm," Erin ran her tongue over her lips. "You know, I'm hungry, but for more than just food. Besides, I think there is something else you might like to eat." Erin took Koz's hand, which had been cupped and resting on her buttocks ever since she put it there, and slowly moved it around front into her lush garden of womanliness. "Would you like something to eat, Koz?" A faint, high-pitched moan of pleasure escaped his lips, "uh huh." "Then let's get going. I know a good place where no one will bother us..." Erin took Koz's hand from out under her skirt and led him out the door towards his car. * * * * * * * * * * * When they pulled into the lot of Ogden Dunes, Koz had regained some coherency to his speech, but Erin was glad to see that the iron rod in his pants had not subsided. "Let's go inside." Erin got out, walked around to the driver's side and opened Koz's door for him. Hand in hand they walked toward the door to the establishment. As Erin climbed the stairs, a sudden draft lifted her skirt. "Ooh! The wind feels so good against my pussy." As her skirt fluttered in the breeze, she made a half-hearted attempt to keep it down. She wanted Koz to see her bare down there, but she didn't want to get herself thrown out of the restaurant for indecent behavior. She felt she was pushing the envelope enough already. Koz and Erin split a large pasta salad, but nothing else. "We want to have time for other activities," she suggested. When the server came by inquiring about dessert, Erin politely declined, "No thanks, we'll take the check, we have our own plans for dessert." At this remark she gently squeezed Koz's cock through his pants and giggled when his eyes went wide. The server, knowing what was up, tried to hide a smirk and gave the couple their check. * * * * * * * * * * * Koz and Erin were halfway from dinner to Ogden Township High School when Erin offered a nearby park. "Turn right up here." "W-what are we going to do?" She ran her hand down his thigh and whispered into his ear. "You'll see." Koz parked the car and turned to face his date. "E-Erin. I w-want you. Now." "Then join me in the back seat." They both stepped out of the car and turned to get into the back seat. Before she opened the door, Erin said, "I'm going to get comfortable." To Koz's aroused amazement, she pulled her dress off over her head while outside the car and carried it into the back seat. Koz could not comprehend this girl he thought he knew. The sight of her outdoors in nothing but her pumps was almost enough to make him cream in his pants. When he got inside and closed the door, he saw Erin giving him a devilish grin. Sensing each other's passion, they threw themselves at each other. The back of Koz's Impala was a blur of steaming windows, sweating bodies, and frantic groping and kissing. With unparalleled urgency Koz nibbled and licked his way down Erin's neck to her bosom. He watched with amazement as her nipples became erect when touched. "Oh, kiss them. Please." "They're so beautiful, Erin. You're so beautiful, please-" Erin suddenly put her finger up to his mouth and gestured for him to shush. "I want to have my dessert now." Slowly she unbuttoned the top of his pants and opened his fly. She reached in and pulled out Koz's hugely engorged cock. "Wow! It's like a rock. And a beautiful size, too." "Six and a half inches long. The girth is about five and a half inches," he offered. Erin looked up in amusement. "Oh, you've measured, have you?" Koz, trembling in arousal, confessed with a shrug. Focusing her attention back on his member, Erin took the shaft in her hand and gently licked the underside of the head, nibbling her way from the frenum down to his scrotum. Then she let her tongue dance back up the underside of his cock. When she heard him give an ominous moan, she quickly surrounded the head of his cock and sucked. "Oh, god!" he cried out as his penis erupted into a geyser of cum. Erin took the first spurt into her mouth, and then let the subsequent squirts hit her face, her tongue eagerly licking his mancream from her lips. "Mmm...your cum tastes so good. I'd like to have more later. But first, I want to feed you your dessert." Still gasping and panting from his incredible orgasm and ejaculation, Koz eagerly put his mouth to her pussy and began licking. Erin began to breath heavily herself. "Oooh, yes, just a little...oh YES! THERE!!!" She let out a screaming moan of ecstasy as Koz quickly learned exactly where to run his tongue. His tongue eagerly raced and flicked across her clitoris and pussy lips. She felt her hips buck up and down against his face. Just a little bit more... "Oh!" she cried out as she came across his face. Koz almost jumped back in surprise when he felt her hot female juices spray onto his face. Having been drenched, Koz tried to catch his breath while Erin stared deep into his eyes with desire. "What...was that?" "You ate me so good that I came *really* hard. I guess I'm just like you: when I come, I squirt." "That was so sexy." Erin continued to smile at him. Again, she lowered his face toward his crotch, this time to wipe the cum from her face off with his boxer shorts. Koz began to tense up again. "Relax, let's go to the dance." After she wiped her face she planted a gentle kiss on his member and pulled her dress back on. Stunned - in a dream-like state - Koz got behind the wheel of his car and continued to drive on to the high school. * * * * * * * * * * * Twenty minutes later they pulled into the school parking lot. "Seven o'clock sharp," said Erin, "and Koz, I am still really horny. Are you up - if you know what I mean - for a quickie?" Koz's eyes bulged and his shoulders fell at this offer. "I-I don't..." Climbing onto him - a task made rather difficult by the steering wheel - Erin felt his crotch and the tender but growing meat inside. "Oh, I think your just about ready." Unable to resist her advances, Koz let his head flop back against the headrest as Erin again opened his fly and impaled herself on his now-erect organ. She slowly gyrated up and down, up and down, moaning while Koz sat exhausted. 'Is this really Erin,' he thought? 'What's happened to her?' On the other side of matters, while Erin continued to thoroughly enjoy the sensation of Koz inside of her, a small voice in the back of her mind was fighting to be heard. 'What are you doing? Have you no shame!' Within three minutes Erin had given herself her twelfth orgasm in twenty four hours. She had turned into an outrageously curvaceous teenage nymphomaniac that came hard, often, and abundantly. Koz did not orgasm, and fell limp within seconds after Erin climbed off of him. "Come on, Koz. Let's go dancing. Oh, and I'm sorry about the pants. I didn't think I had that much fluid left in me." "N-No worry. It'll dry quickly and my sport coat will cover it until it does." Erin led Koz by the hand across the parking lot and toward the building. Other couples were arriving, and Erin could feel the eyes of all the boys caress her with longing. When they got inside Erin began looking around for Steph. When she saw Steph and Steve, her date sitting at a table, Erin and Koz wandered over and stood beside their table. "Hi, Steph!" "Erin! So good to - " Steph turned around and saw the new and improved Erin "- see...you. Erin?" "Yes, Steph, it's me. I love your dress. I think it's neat how it matches Steve's tie. Hi, Steve." Steve Denton just sat dumbstruck looking at Erin. He had never really known her or seen her that much, but...damn! He couldn't believe that he had missed her before. Steve made eye contact with a curiously tired-looking Rob Kozlowski, hoping for an explanation. All Koz could do was shrug. "Steve, you can put your eyes back in their sockets now," advised Steph. Steve mumbled an apology to his date but still couldn't take his eyes off of Erin. "So, Steph, are you guys going to be here long?" "Um, yeah. We're going to go get in line to get our pictures taken shortly. Where would we go?" "Oh, haven't you heard? Ryan Patz is having a party at his house at nine and everyone's invited. Misty Rose invited me." "Oh, since when are you and Misty Rose friends, since you got your new boobs?" "Steph-" interjected Steve. "What? I've been Erin's friend for years and I think I have a right to know why she suddenly feels the need to hang out with people like that. I'm wondering if she's too good to hang out with us." "No you don't have that right!" shot back Erin. "You're not my mother. I can associate with whomever I please." "And with a body like that, I'm sure you can please lots of people," continued Steph, "have you screwed Koz yet?" "WHAT??" Steph turned to Koz, "Koz, have you let this...tart...that used to be my friend do anything to you?" Koz suddenly blushed deeply. "I suspected as much." "Steph, what's gotten into you? Are you just jealous that you wear a 38A and are pear-shaped, I mean, fat? Come on, Koz, let's go get our pictures taken." As Erin stormed away with Koz in tow, Steph continued her verbal harangue loudly enough that other people on the floor began staring and noticing the awesomely stacked red-head who looked a lot like Erin McCafferty. "You think that now you have big boobs you're suddenly too good to hang around me? You've turned into a slut overnight! I'll bet you're not wearing anything under that dress, either!" Once they had made it to a secluded hallway, Erin ducked into the girl's bathroom. Koz patiently waited outside. * * * * * * * * * * * Erin walked over to the sink and splashed some cold water on her face. She'd been feeling hot - as well as horny - all day, and the feeling didn't seem like it was going to subside anytime soon. 'What the hell's gotten into Steph?,' she thought. She needed to calm down. She had developed quite a case of butterflies in her stomach. She took another look at herself. 'Come on, Erin, breathe in, breathe out. Relax.' But the butterflies were not going away. Oddly enough, the butterflies seemed to be rising up out of her stomach somewhat; now the sensation was mostly in her chest. The tingling felt exciting, erotic, yet... "Oh my God what's happening to me!" She saw the hemline of her dress slowly begin to inch its way up. Looking down at her chest, she saw each breast slowly growing in size, as if they were being inflated by some means. Her nipples became more erect than ever and protruded nearly three-quarters of an inch straight out now. 'My bust must be fifty inches, and it's still growing!' she screamed in her head. As her chest continued to grow her skirt rose up above the level of her crotch. She tugged the hemline downward to keep her pussy covered, but to no avail. By pulling her skirt down she had caused the neckline of the dress to plunge far enough for one enormous mammary to spill out. All alone in the bathroom, she suddenly remembered Koz waiting outside. "Koz, HELP!!!" she screamed as her bustline maxed out at sixty inches. "Erin?" came the response. "Erin, I'm coming in." Right when Koz responded, Erin's chest suddenly returned to it's "old" forty-three inches within seconds. When Koz entered the bathroom, he saw the Erin he first met about three hours ago, staring at him with a frightened expression. "What happened? Are you all right?" "I - I don't know. My breasts, they - grew!" Koz put his arm around her. "Well of course they grew. You think I didn't notice that? Just yesterday you had a very petite chest, and now you're, well, full." "No, that's not it, I mean I saw myself grow right here in front of the mirror!" Koz looked concerned. "You feeling okay? Maybe I should take you home..." "No, no. I think I'll be okay." "You sure?" Erin nodded like a four-year-old child. "Come on, if we don't get in line now we'll be here until ten waiting to get our pictures taken." * * * * * * * * * * * Erin could feel the eyes on her as she and Koz stepped into the line for pictures. Most of the boys were either standing with their dates and ogling her out of the corners of their eyes, while others had gathered into groups and were laughing and pointing. Almost all of the girls shot Erin looks of disgust. From directly behind her in line Erin heard a familiar voice. "Oh, Ryan, can't you at least wait until we get to your house?" It was Misty. Erin turned around. "Hi, Misty! Wow, that's a lovely dress. Is that the one you were telling me about in class last week?" Both Misty and Ryan simply stared at the buxom red-haired stranger. "Who -" began Ryan. "Is that you, Erin?" asked an amazed Misty. "In the flesh." Ryan smirked and raised his eyebrows at her response. "So I see," replied Misty. "Wow, I never would have guessed..." she said, eyeing Erin up and down. "You know, maybe you and I should go shopping sometime. I mean, you need a makeover, girl! Why were you hiding a figure like that under jeans and baggy sweaters?" "Oh, I guess I just like to keep it a secret. That's all." The line inched its way toward the photographer. "Are you still coming over for the party? Ryan and I are going to leave just a little after we get our picture taken." "Yes, please," chimed in Ryan. "I'm sure you'll have lots of fun. And you're welcome to come along, too,...uh" "Rob. Rob Kozlowski," said Koz. "You can call me Koz, though. Most everyone has since I was eight." "All right. Koz. Both you and Erin are welcome over to my house later tonight. Misty gave you the directions, right?" "Yeah," said Erin, "we'll be there a little after nine." Erin gently rubbed her belly. "After this I think I'm going to get something to drink or eat from the snack table. My stomach's feeling funny." It was the butterflies again. Once again the small voice in the back of her mind was screaming at her. 'Run! Now! It's going to happen again!' "Next please," ordered the photographer. With some trepidation Erin stepped up to the canvas background with Koz. The butterfly sensation was growing and moving up toward her chest again. "Okay, you two. On the count of three I'm going to take a series of four shots, okay? One, two, ..." When the flash went off Erin felt the pressure in her chest reappear. Looking down, she saw that her boobs had again begun to grow, only faster than before. "What the hell!" cried the photographer, as the camera kept flashing. Within seconds her bosom passed the fifty-inch marker, enough to raise her skirt too high for modesty's sake. She had to run. Erin took off down the hall in a flash of ever-rising green. In the background she heard the worst. "Wow! Look at those tits!" "She forgot her underwear!" "Little slut!" "How'd she *do* that?" "Her tits are growing!" She found another girls' bathroom as her melons grew large enough to make the skirt stop at her hips. She dared not look at herself in the mirror. Her bosom had grown much larger than before. She tried to hide in a stall but found that she could not fit through the door. As she collapsed to the floor and cried, she felt the butterflies disappear, and her chest stopped growing at a measure of seventy-seven inches. Koz then burst into the bathroom, and saw Erin lying on the floor attached to what must have been forty pounds of extra breast tissue. As he went to put his arm around her, he watched in amazement as her tits slowly began to shrink. Within three minutes, they had returned to their standard DD size. Erin was still sobbing uncontrollably. She was terribly frightened, enough so that the horniness of less than an hour ago had mostly subsided. "Come on, baby. Calm down. Koz is with you. Everything will be cool." "Really?" "Yes. Just calm down." "You know, you're really a nice guy. I'm sorry if you were offended by how - how strong I came onto you earlier." "Oh, no. Don't worry about that now. It took me by big surprise, but hey, I've always liked you, anyway. Besides," Koz gently lifted her chin so that her gaze met his. "It was fun. I wouldn't have responded to you any differently had you not had...these." "Are you sure?" Erin planted a gentle kiss on his neck. "Yes. You want to get out of here?" "Yes. Let's go to the party." "You sure you feel up to it?" "I don't know anymore. Let's go anyway." * * * * * * * * * * * "Oh, Erin! Hi." Erin could sense the awe and disturbance Misty's voice as she opened the door. "Listen. Are you okay? I mean, what happened at the dance-" "I don't want to talk about it, Misty. Let's just forget about it and get on with the party, okay?" "Sure," said Misty, still cautiously eyeing Erin. "We've got some beer and wine in the kitchen, and there's liquor in the cabinet over there. Help yourself. There are only a few people here now; you're still kind of early." "Okay, thanks." Erin and Koz entered Ryan's home and looked around the living room before taking a seat on the couch. Another couple sat on the couch across the room, liplocked and oblivious to the outside world. Erin felt Koz put his hand on her thigh. Again her heart began to quicken. The horniness was returning. "Listen, Koz? Give me a few minutes, okay? I'd like to freshen up." "Sure, sweetie, I'll be right here." "Ack! Don't call me 'sweetie', Koz, that's what my mother calls me!" she kidded. Koz grinned as Erin went off in search of a bathroom. Erin went up a flight of stairs and opened various doors to find elegantly appointed bedrooms and a study. 'He must be loaded,' she thought. At the end of the hall she saw a narrow line of light poking out from under the door. 'There it is,' she decided. Going up to the door, she knocked. "Hello? Anyone in there?" No response. Erin gently squeezed her thighs together as she felt a moistness start to creep down from her crotch. 'I'd better hurry...' "I'm coming in," she warned for the last time. Erin opened the door to the bathroom to find Ryan standing with a most peculiar look on his face. Kneeling in front of him was Misty. There was no doubt as to what they were doing. "Oh! My! Why didn't you say anything?" "No, please stay!" urged Ryan. "Stay?" "Yes. I've got enough meat for the both of you." Misty smiled and moved away from Ryan, revealing his enormous, beautiful cock. Erin gasped in aroused astonishment. "My God! It's so big! Its..." "Eleven inches long," offered Ryan. "Girthwise it's an even eight inches." 'What is it with guys measuring their penises?' Erin wondered. "Misty?" Erin was wondering why Misty was eyeing both Erin's boobs and Ryan's cock. "Oh, didn't you know, Erin? I'm bi. Why don't you join us? Haven't you ever been bi-curious?" "Not really, but..." 'God, I'm horny!' she thought. 'I can't wait any longer.' She kneeled in front of Ryan and looked up at him. "Can I...?" "Yes, please." Erin took Ryan's throbbing meat in her hand, and found that she couldn't get her hand all the way around it. "Wow..." she cooed. She went to insert his head into her mouth; it barely fit. "I...I can't fit it in my mouth." "Then lick me." "Surely..." Erin began to lick Ryan's penis, precum was already starting to ooze out of it from the job Misty had done earlier. Erin gasped in surprise herself when she felt a tongue suddenly probe her nether regions. "Relax, Erin. It's just me," said Misty. "Oh! Yes! Right there!" cried out Erin, trying to continue to give Ryan head while Misty lusciously bathed her clit with her tongue. Hips twitching from Misty's tongue, Erin continued to lick the enormous head of Ryan's cock. Playfully she tried to open its eye while Ryan moaned with pleasure. Misty licked Erin's clit harder, her sopping mass of auburn pubic hair rubbing into Misty's face like a sponge. "Oh, God! I'm going to come!" cried Erin, grabbing and pumping Ryan's dick harder in her ecstasy. "Oh..me, too!" he exclaimed. "Uhh...." A huge stream of cum shot from Ryan's cock and covered Erin's face with glistening pearl drops. The thought of being sprayed by this lovely, gargantuan cock made Erin come instantly all over Misty's face. As Ryan continued to pump his wad over Erin's face, Erin herself shot her female juices all over Misty. None of them heard the door knob twist. "What the hell?!" came a fourth voice. Erin turned in horror to face the door. She saw Koz looking back at her in shock. "Erin? Ryan? Misty?? What the hell's going on in here?" The four stood in silence for several seconds, an eternity. Koz's face fell as he turned around to go back downstairs. "No, Koz! Wait!" cried out Erin. "Please! I'm sorry!" "Don't speak to me!" he yelled. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Am I just another piece of meat for you and your new boobs? I'm leaving. I knew this was a bad idea from the start." "No! Please, Koz, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" "What? Erin, this isn't you. You need help. I may be angry as hell at you right now but I still care about you. Come on, I'll take you home." Koz grabbed Erin by the hand and led her out to his car. * * * * * * * * * * * The two drove in silence until Koz suddenly remembered something. "Oh, shit!" "What?" asked Erin sheepishly. "I left something at the dance. We'll have to swing by school so I can pick it up." "What did you leave?" "You know, those little gold plastic wine glasses they gave out as trinkets? This is my first dance and I'd like to keep it as a memento of your asking me." "Oh. That's sweet." "Yeah, well..." Koz's Impala pulled into the school parking lot. As he got out of the car, Erin hurried after him. Koz and Erin worked their way back to their table. Steph and Steve were chatting; they did not notice Erin and Koz. "Steph?" "Oh, Erin," Steph looked embarrassed. "Listen, I'm sorry to have gone off on you like I did earlier. I still can't believe how you look in that dress, though. I guess...I don't know. I don't think I expected you to take it the way you did. Can you forgive me?" A surge of warmth and relief welled up inside of Erin. "Yes," she said, smiling. "Oh, yes. I'm sorry. I know I haven't been myself all day-" "Heh, you can say that again, girl! Look at you! Your hormones must have been on speed. You know, maybe you should go see a doctor or something. I don't think you're supposed to fill out like that overnight." "Yeah, you know, maybe I will. I *am* feeling pretty worn out." "I don't think I want to know why," commented Steph. 'Well, we seem to be resolving this, now for Koz,' Erin thought. She turned to face Koz with a look of repentance in her eyes. "Koz?" "Yes, Erin?" "I...I'm really sorry," Erin cried, unable to hold back the tears. Koz took her in his arms and held her. "I know. I forgive you. You know, I really care about you. You're right; you haven't been yourself. As for what happened back with Ryan and Misty, I'm disappointed, but since we were never really going out, I guess it doesn't count as cheating. I don't know. I'm just not as angry with you as I thought I'd be." "Koz?" "Hmm?" "I think I'd like to go home now." "Sure, but...um, can I have one dance before we go?" Erin smiled, "Absolutely!" As the two of them swept across the dance floor, Erin felt a wonderful jittery feeling of relief and excitement at Koz's forgiveness. The feeling swept over and through her entire being, and lifted her spirit into the air on a cushion of affection and tranquillity. 'Koz must feel the same way,' she thought, 'he seems to be holding me a bit tighter.' Steph and Steven glided over toward Erin. "Erin!" Steph urgently whispered. "Pull your skirt down!" Erin took one hand from the back of Koz's neck and tried to pull down the back of her dress. It wouldn't cover her ass anymore. Koz's hold continued to tighten. 'Oh, shit!' thought Erin. "What's happening?" asked Koz. "Why are you pulling away from me?" "I'm not pu-" Erin stopped in mid-sentence as she looked down at her chest. Each breast was now rapidly inflating like a balloon. As she and Koz watched, she passed forty-eight inches. Someone else noticed. "Hey, look! That chick's tits are growing again!" came the shout. Erin looked down at herself in horror as her bosom expanded faster than it ever had before. Fifty...fifty-two...fifty-four inches... "Koz! Help me!" Backing away, Koz offered, "I...I'll get your mother!" "Don't leave me! Please!" Koz was already gone. Everyone's eyes were on now on Erin and her ever-expanding chest. Sixty-four...sixty-six...sixty-eight... Everyone in the dance hall had assembled around Erin in a circle, watching in morbid curiosity as her mammaries approached bean-bag size with no sign of stopping. Eighty-two...eighty-four... eighty-six... From out of the cemetery-like silence of the school came a new sound of stitching slowly giving way. Erin's dress began to rip, unable to withstand the strain put on it by her mammoth bosom. Naked, frightened, and inflating on the dance floor, Erin finally fell over forward, unable to stand up from the weight of her chest. One-hundred and two...one-hundred and four...one-hundred and six... Erin continued to grow, lying limp on top of two Brobdignagian mountains of breast flesh, admitting defeat. As she expanded, the circle of onlookers silently widened, allowing her more room. Within a few more minutes, the growth stopped. Luckily for Erin, the dance was held in the school gym. Were it not for the gym's thirty-foot ceiling, she no doubt would have been crushed to death. The dance-goers continued to stare at a mass of red hair, laying almost lifeless atop two twenty-foot mountains of titflesh. "Erin, sweetie?" Erin lifted her head at the voice. "Mom?" "Oh, honey! What did you *do* to yourself?" "Mom, why didn't you tell me it would be like this?" "Oh, I'm sorry, but I did!" "Huh?" At this point Joan looked around at the crowd with disgust. "Can I *please* have a moment alone with my daughter?" Nobody moved. "Go! Come on, can't you see this is a private matter?" she repeated. Koz joined with Erin's mother. "Come on, people. Let's go." Slowly the crowd dispersed, following Koz's lead out of the gym. When the gym contained no one other than Joan McCafferty and the mountain that her daughter had become, Joan shot a critical glance up at Erin. "So?" "So, what?" "Let me guess, when you woke up this morning you were voluptuous, but nothing like this, right?" "Right," said Erin, inflecting her voice out of uncertainty as to where her mother was leading her. "I told you that you would fill out. Right?" "Yes, but *overnight*, mother?" "Well," Joan looked slightly guilty, "I guess I should have warned you that it would happen quickly. But please believe me that even I had no idea it would happen this fast." "You must have really thought you were quite a piece of ass, didn't you? Your aunt Sarah felt the same way. Remember that picture of her, still huge after her reduction surgery? It's because she gave her prom date a blow job, and then fucked him!" Erin was surprised to hear her mother using such language. "Sarah used to be a G cup - luck of the draw, I guess - but when she screwed her date, she filled out so big that she could hardly walk. We were scandalized. For the curse's effects to wear down, she had to marry the man she fornicated with." "Uncle Pat?" "Uncle Pat," nodded her mother. "And it's a good thing, too, since he got her pregnant anyway." "What's this curse?" "Oh, several hundred years ago, back when our family was still in Ireland, a young lady that was our ancestor wished for a fuller figure. She found a leprechaun who was willing to give it to her with one condition: she had to remain chaste until she married, and then stay faithful to her husband. "Well, this young tart couldn't resist her new figure, and neither could any other man in town. She abused her gift and bedded over two hundred men. Well, the leprechaun came back and punished her. She came down with some kind of venereal disease that ultimately killed her, and he promised that all of her female descendants would receive the same gift that she did. If they abused the gift as she had, then they would become more full than they could ever have imagined. They wanted larger breasts to attract men, but if they committed adultery, then their breasts would grow so much that no man would ever find them attractive. "As for you, young lady, I would say that you have committed adultery several times today. What exactly have you done?" Too tired from stress to argue, Erin related the marathon masturbation session, the oral sex that she and Koz performed on each other, her rape of Koz, and the oral menage a troix with Ryan and Misty. Erin's mother looked ready to vomit. "Dammit, Erin, I thought I raised you better than that! But you had to give in to your hormones, didn't you?" The two remained silent for a minute or so. "Mommy?" "What?" "Can I get...smaller?" "Somewhat. But since you've had some kind of sex with three different people - your embarrassingly excessive masturbation doesn't count, fortunately for you, otherwise..." "How? Please, Mommy, I want to be normal again." "I don't know if you'll ever be normal again, Erin. With whom did you have the most sex?" "Koz." "Rob? If you marry him, then most of the growth will subside. Since you felt the need to have sex with both that Ryan and his girlfriend-" she spat the word out, disgusted that her daughter would even consider a sexual relationship with someone of the same sex, "you'll still be considerably bigger than when you woke up. If you're lucky, you might even be able to walk." "Does Koz have a choice in this?" "Not if he knows what's good for him. The other part of the curse stipulated that the genitals of any man she sinned with would rot and fall off in pretty short order." 'What a terrible thing,' thought Erin. 'And Ryan! Boy, oh, boy he's really in for a nasty surprise. But what about Misty?' As if reading her daughter's thoughts, Joan added, "I don't know what'll happen to that Misty. I'm not sure what the deal is with lesbianism." "I'm sorry, mother. Really, I am." Joan slowly walked over to one of her daughter's titanic breasts and gently put her hand on it, patting it. "I know, sweetie. I know." * * * * * * * * * * * Erin and Ryan were quietly married in the school gym later that night. Both families agreed that they could not face the humiliation they would no doubt endure, and made plans to move at the end of the school year. Both sets of parents also agreed that a honeymoon for the newlyweds was temporarily out of the question. * * * * * * * * * * * Erin returned to school next Wednesday and tried to resume a somewhat normal academic career. People still stared at her wherever she went. Many of the students remembered what had happened to her at the dance, and were not quite sure how to interact with her in the aftermath of such an incredible incident. Still others who weren't at the dance and didn't know Erin stared because of the size of her chest. 'At least I can walk,' she thought, 'but these seventy-two inch whoppers are going to be hell to carry until the reduction surgery this summer.' Erin entered the cafeteria and found her new husband waiting for her at their usual table. "Hi, honey," said Koz, kissing his new wife on the cheek. "Have you told them yet?" "No, I was just about to head over there now." "Mind if I join you?" "I would love your company on this little journey, Koz," she said with a gleam in her eye. She offered him her arm. He took it and they walked over to where Ryan, Misty, and their usual crew were eating. Everyone hushed, however, when Erin and Koz approached. "Misty? Ryan? I've -" "Listen, freak," shot Misty, "I have nothing to say to you. I don't know who you think you are, or what you thought about us. You were just a little pussy to nibble on, okay? Now get back to your loser lifestyle." Ryan stood up and excused himself for the bathroom. He avoided all eye contact with Erin. "That's a nice sweater, Misty. It really shows off your boobs. They're not as big as mine are now, of course. But I guess no one's perfect." Erin smiled and turned to go. She didn't even bother to turn around when Misty tried to keep her attack going. "Listen, bitch, I - huh? My babies! What's happening to my boobies?" As Erin continued to walk away, Koz turned around and dropped his jaw in amusement as Misty clutched her rapidly deflating chest. "What have you done to me?" she cried. As Misty slumped back into her seat, her fellow cheerleaders quietly got up and left for other tables. From the boy's room suddenly came a blood-curdling scream. "Ryan," concluded Koz. "What's happening to him?" "The same thing that would have happened to you had you not married me." "Ouch! Oh, man. I don't think I'd wish that on anyone." "Come on, husband, let's finish our lunch." "Sure. I just have one question, though." "What's that?" "What are we going to tell our daughters when we have them?" "The truth. Although with the luck of the McCafferty's, they won't listen." "I see." Koz and Erin finished their lunches, then walked off to class, hand-in-hand. THE END.