General Disclaimer: If anything easily offends you. Don't read this story.
Grace looked out the window of her father's van. The world seemed to pass by as one hazy blur. Her older brother begged to drive her to college. She wished the whole family could go, but mom and dad didn't have the time. They were needed at the bank to work out the details of their loan. She was grateful he went with her; she doubted she could have left home without him. In a few minutes she would arrive at college and be away from everything she knew.
"Relax little sis. I'm sure you're under enough pressure, but remember everyone is pulling for you. Mom and dad are very proud." Said her brother with a touch of a smile. No mater what had ever happened to her, he always knew the right words to say.
"I know... I know... I'll miss you, mom, dad, and my friends. I never thought for a second I would get such high scores on my SATs. I still can't believe I'm going to Stanford." She replied trying to get comfortable in a car seat that she'd been sitting in for over eight hours.
"Sis, it was your grades, being the first generation in our family to make it to college, and the small fact that our grandma is 100% Apache that landed you a full scholarship. Be proud and take advantage of your opportunities." He said as he patted her shoulder. Grace smiled. Having a Native American Indian for a grandmother was the main reason she had this chance. She pushed her dark hair out of her eyes and felt the familiar twinge of guilt.
"It should be you going and not me." She mumbled. William let out a long breath and gave his sister a stern glance before returning his eyes to the road.
"You're still feeling guilty. Listen up, I've made my decision, and I'm staying to help dad with the farm. That's what I want to do. You need to go to college, get a degree, and make mom and dad proud." Grace griped her suitcase even tighter. He was right.
"We're all most here. That's my dorm on the right."
William pulled the van up to the entrance, and the clutch let out a loud protest as it dropped into park. He quickly got out and opened his sister's door. He tried to pick up his sister's large suitcase. She wouldn't give it up, and grinned as she slid off her seat. She took a moment to remove the dust from her jeans.
"Always the gentlemen, big brother." She smiled as she felt her eyes getting moist.
"Always... I'll gladly take your things to your room."
"No, I appreciate that." She had to look down in order to keep all of her sadness in check. "I've got to get used to being alone, and it might as well be now."
William looked at his little sis. He took one giant step and bear hugged her. The smell of sweat and dust made her stomach hurt. She knew she wouldn't seem him again until Thanksgiving. He released her from the loving squeeze and whispered something into her ear.
"You won't be alone for long, you'll make friends, and boys will be waiting at your door. If you want, I'll try to scrape up some cash. For your birthday, I'll buy those real tight jeans you've always wanted. You know the ones that mom would never let you wear." Grace's fledgling tears were gone in an instant as she felt the blood rush to her face.
"Brother, if mom heard you talking like that about me, she'd smack you one." She replied with a poke to the ribs.
William rubbed the tender spot as he handed her a cardboard box. All she brought from home was a large suitcase with all of her clothes and her radio. The radio was so old it had large switches instead of buttons, and one great big speaker on the right. Yet, it still played music crystal clear. He placed the box in her arms and gave her one last hug. Grace felt the tears forming and swallowed them down.
"I'll miss you." She said as her first tear rolled down her face. William reached up with a dirty bandana and wiped it away.
"I'll miss you too. I'll write every Friday to make sure your okay." He replied as he got back into the rusty blue van and closed his door. Graced closed her door with a solid push of her shoulder. She tried to smile as she watched the last bit of her home back out and drive away.
Grace walked in to her hall and looked around. The hall was enormous; there was no way she could find her room. Fortunately she didn't have to, signs were everywhere for arriving freshmen. She followed them to the front desk. When she arrived, the front desk seemed to be empty. She put her things by her feet, and looked to see if anyone was behind the counter. Her letter of admission said that she was to stay at the freshmen dorm called Toyon Hall. A sign said, "Welcome to Toyon". She then noticed some movement. There was older looking student, possible a junior, working in the back. She was bent over trying to find something she dropped. Grace patiently waited to be noticed. After a few short minutes, the student found what she was looking for and slowly stood up. She saw Grace and gave her a friendly smile. When Grace saw the girl's chest she almost gasped. The girl had the biggest boobs she had ever seen. They were bigger than some of the cabbages she picked on her dad's farm. The girl continued to smile as she reached for a clipboard. Grace tried not to stare at the stretch marks criss-crossing across the girl's white sweater.
"Hi, My name is Eleanor, but you can call me T. Did you just arrive?" Grace meekly nodded. "Good. Can I have your name?" She asked as she leaned on the desk. It was like watching an avalanche engulf a valley. Grace felt compelled to back up.
"My name is Grace Lopez. I think I'm on the eight floor."
"Yep, you are correct. In fact, I'm the SA on your sister floor. Your SA, Melanie Smith, isn't here right now. She's giving a tour, but I'll let her know you're here." T leaned forward to give Grace the clipboard, and Grace now realized what a deploying air bag must look like. "Sign here and I'll give you your room key."
Grace quickly signed the document and returned the clipboard. T turned around and walked to a giant pegboard filled with green keys. She looked right then down as she searched for Grace's key. Grace wasn't surprised that T's pants were as tight as her shirt. They were made out of some kind of spandex and even showed off a little butt cleavage. Graced winced as she looked at her plain clothes. If every girl dressed like this she was going to find it impossible to fit in. Yet, she knew it was near impossible for every girl to have a body like T's.
"Here ya go, Room 814. Do you want any help finding it?" T handed over a map of the hall.
"Err... That's okay, I should be able to find it."
"No problem. Dinner starts at six. Classes will begin next Monday. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask." Bubbled T. She gave Grace a friendly wave causing her enormous boobs to bounce ecstatically.
Grace smiled back and quickly walked to the elevator. An elevator! She lived in a dorm that had an elevator. She couldn't wait to tell her brother. She pushed the up button and glanced around the lobby. Everything looked new and clean. This was going to be a great place to live, she thought to herself.
It took a few minutes, but the doors opened. Four women pored out, almost knocking Grace over. They had long well groomed hair, fancy clothes, and expensive purses. The tall blond woman gave her one quick look and a barely noticeable sneer.
"Um... Excuse me." She said as she pushed past Grace.
The blonde's friends quickly followed, looking her over once or twice. They moved across the hall like graceful swans on a calm lake. After a few moments the sound of cruel laughter echoed off the empty walls. Grace looked at her clothes again and realized she looked straight from the country. Maybe if she had a little money left over she could buy a few things to help her look like she belonged here. Still, the laugher gave her a familiar pain that she thought she had left behind. After she pushed the pain aside, she stepped in the elevator and pushed the eighth button. As the door closed she felt her excitement fade away. Some things still felt like home. The privileged laughing at the less fortunate seemed to stay constant no mater where she went.
Grace glanced one last time at her map. She had found her room and noticed the door was open. It seemed that her roommate had arrived first. Grace could overhear emotional goodbyes and hesitated. She felt like she was intruding and waited outside. After an eternity of hugs and kisses, the parents finally left pleading for their little girl to take care. The girl just smiled, looking like she was going to scream if her parents didn't leave soon. The parents looked very well off, wearing designer clothes and expensive jewelry. They walked by Grace, noticed her things, and quickly realized this was their daughter's new roommate. They smiled and gave warm hellos before sobbing for another ten minutes on how much they were going to miss their daughter. Grace didn't know what to think and waited patently for the couple to leave. Once they were gone Grace heard an audible sigh. She bit her lip so not to laugh. She definitely felt a little better. She then picked up her things and entered her new room.
Grace noticed her roommate had only begun to unpack. She had lots of nice things. She had satin sheets tucked squarely on her bed. She also had a large screen TV and an expensive looking stereo system by her desk. Grace felt her radio go heavy as she watched her roommate place CDs into a wooden rack. She quietly set down her few possessions by her bed and turned around to introduce herself.
"Um... Hi, my name is Grace. I guess you're my roommate." She said calmly as possible as she prepared for a look of contempt or outright disgust. Her roommate looked at her but did sneer like the blond girl did. She smiled and her green eyes showed even though she came from a privileged family, she wasn't going to judge Grace by her clothes or things.
"Hi, my name is Kristy. It's good to meet you. You look tired, I hope your trip here wasn't too long. So where did you come from?" She rapidly asked. She put down her CDs and got up to offer Grace an amicable handshake.
Grace paused, wondering how much she should tell. It was obvious Kristy was from California. If she knew the area well she'd know that her small town was just another dried up farming hole.
"I'm from Obepo." Graced looked for any signs of recognition but Kristy didn't seem to care.
"Hmmm... I don't know the town. Is it in California?" Grace nodded. Kristy quickly turned around and hefted a large suitcase on her bed. The heavy impact ruined the well-made sheets, but Kristy didn't seem to mind. "Well... I live in Los Gatos. Basically it's south of the Silicon Valley." She said quickly as she unzipped the enormous suitcase. "I'm glad you're here, I could use some help unpacking my things. You wouldn't mind?" She asked as she unloaded a large batch of clothes.
"Oh, of course not." She said as she looked at what Kristy was unloading. Most of it was normal looking shirts and pants, but a few were expensive looking cocktail dresses and other fancy eveningwear.
"Feel free to borrow anything you want." Grace looked at her roommate's figure and realized very few things would fit her. Kristy was all curves.
"Um, thanks that's... very kind. So um... what's your major?"
"Mine? I don't know quite yet what I want to do. But I love jazz, and I love to play my horn. It will probably be something along the lines of business, but you never know. What's yours?"
"Oh, my dad wanted me to go into environmental science, but I'm going to major in computer science and probably double major in a foreign language." Kristi's eyes grew wide at mention of double majors.
"Wow, computer science, I'm not smart enough for that major. What foreign language will you major in, Spanish?"
Grace had to suppress a wince. She already could speak fluent Spanish, but she was going to major in German.
"No... It'll be German. I've had a few years at high school."
"That's another thing I couldn't learn was German. Hey, you want to have dinner soon. It's almost six?"
"Yeah," Grace said. She was starting to like her new roommate more and more, "Sure."
Kristy dropped everything she was doing and headed for the door. Before Grace left she pulled out small-framed picture. It was a picture of her family after Easter service. They were standing by the farm's old oak tree in their Sunday best. Her brother had put his arm around her neck and was playfully pulling her in close. That picture was taken on one of the happiest days of her life. She let out a sigh and turned around. Her roommate was leaning over and examining her brother very closely.
"Say, is that your brother?" Kristy asked innocently as she put her jet-black hair in a scrunchy.
"Um...Yeah."
"He's hot. How many girlfriends does he have?"
"Not a one. All of the girls back home know he's a scoundrel so he never gets any dates." Grace knew that in reality her brother was terminaly shy and never had the guts to say hello to anything female.
"Next time he visits, make sure I'm here okay..."
"Ah...Sure." She said as she wondered how her brother would handle her roommate. Maybe she should introduce them...
Grace and Kristy entered the busy cafeteria. Grace was blown away at how big and busy the place was. The steady hum of the hundreds of conversations was a little intimidating for her, but after a while she became accustomed. They enjoyed their dinner at an isolated table. Grace was glad she didn't have to eat alone. It seemed that all she did was nod and eat as Kristy did most of the talking. They were swapping high school stories when their SA, Melanie, walked over to join them. Grace thought T was big, but Melanie was way bigger. She wore a loose school sweatshirt, but nothing could hide the monster breasts underneath. They were so big that they almost touched the table when she sat down.
"Hi, my name is Melanie Smith, and I'm your SA. Sorry I couldn't meet you guys. I was running late on the tours. Do you mind if I join you?" Both girls nodded their Okays. Melanie placed a napkin on her lap. Graced wondered why she bothered because any food would land on her boobs. "So how do you like it so far?" She asked as she pushed some curly strawberry hair out of her face. She gave a friendly smile causing her freckles to dance across her cheeks.
"Great. " Replied Kristy through a barely chewed piece of fish.
"I like it. I still miss home, but this place is nice." Grace mumbled trying not to look at the gigantic boobs in the XXX-large sweatshirt.
"Good, good. Listen, if you ever need anything or want to talk, my door is always open" Grace wondered if that was by choice or if it was because she couldn't shut the door because her boobs were so big.
The three continued to enjoy their meal as Melanie told the girls all about the campus, places to see, and things to do. Grace was blown away with all her possible options. She tried to keep up, but Melanie's eastern accent was too fast for her to follow. She glanced around the lunchroom and noticed the cruel blond walk out of the dinning commons. She now had five friends and they all laughed as she cracked some joke. They all glanced in her direction and Grace knew the joke was about her. Suddenly she wasn't hungry anymore. And she put down her fork and wondered how she should excuse herself. Not that it mattered; Kristy and Melanie were already finished but were still talking.
Melanie wrapped up her end of the conversation and stifled a yawn. She stretched her arms wide and arched her back in one massive stretch. Nearly all the boys in the lunchroom looked over and stared as the lose fabric grew tight across her chest. Grace watched freshmen after freshmen's jaws hang slack in silent admiration at the shameful display of the uber-titties. Kristy looked over at Grace and rolled her eyes. Grace almost spewed her drink trying to keep her giggle in check.
"Well you two, it's been a long day for me. I'm going to go catch a quick nap before our first meeting at nine. I'll see you there." Melanie picked up her tray and almost knocked over her empty glass with her left boob. Grace watched as every pair of male eyes followed Melanie to the tray drop-off area. Once Melanie was out of earshot, Kristy whispered through a cupped hand.
"Hey Grace, you think those thingies are real?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come on you ditz, there is no way her boobs are that big and still natural. She must have had a boob-job. I heard a rumor. When our SA was a freshmen, she was flat as a board, but when she came back from summer break, she had went from nothing flat to super economy size. Those babies are as real as Non-dairy creamer."
"But how can you tell?" Asked Grace as she pondered. Those boobs were huge, but they looked real. Kristy looked at the ceiling.
"Never mind, silly. I try to explain it to you later"
Grace was back in her room reading her favorite book, Watership Down, when her roommate opened the door.
"Come on, the meeting's going to start in five. Put the book down and let's go." Grace looked at her clock and winced. She had lost track of the time. She marked her place and followed her roommate.
Grace was surprised at the total number of girls on her floor. The floor commons was packed. What really surprised her was seeing all six of the student advisors. They all had mega bodies and supper big boobies. Her SA, with out a doubt, was the largest, but that didn't mean much considering all the women looked like they were smuggling half the produce section under their shirts. They all had to have double letters in their bra size. She also noticed her favorite blonde was sitting with a large group of girls. They were all laughing. A clammy chill went down Grace's spine as she wondered what the joke was about. Melanie started to speak, and Grace snapped her head back to listen to what her SA had to say.
"Hey everyone, I'm Melanie, and it's great to welcome you here." She said and then took a step back so to introduce the other five SAs. They each had a little something different to say about the campus, what they were like, floor rules, and other general stuff. Everyone listened, but Grace could tell she wasn't the only girl intimidated by the SAs' killer bodies. The welcome speech ended with Melanie asking if anyone had any questions. The blond girl raised her hand. "Yes... Rachel...right?" asked Melanie.
"Yes, I have a question." Kristy mentioned something earlier that this girl's parents were successful producers in Hollywood. She had it all, good looks and lots of money. Grace knew right away that this girl was cruel and a predator. She also knew that she was going to be trouble. "Does the book store sell used books?" The seemingly innocent question caused a loud chitterling of giggles from her groupies. Grace knew exactly whom she was asking that question for. Melanie answered the question without a second thought, ignoring the squeaky laughter.
"Yes, the book store sells used books and they buy back your old texts. Which is quite handy if you need some �good time' cash after your last final." She said and then looked around the group for any more questions. No more questions were asked. Melanie smiled and wished everyone a good year.
Grace got up with the rest of her floor mates. She needed to go to the bathroom to wash her hands. Her palms felt sticky from her anxiety sweat. She washed her hands twice using extra soap. Satisfied that she had scrubbed her hands clean, she calmly headed out of the bathroom only to nearly bump into Rachel
"Hey! Watch where you're going, little miss Chalupa. In fact, do me a favor, stay away from my floor all together. Because if anything is ever missing, I'll know its you." Stated Rachel coldly as she walked around Grace. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "You have no right being here. Why don't you get a job at McDonalds like a good little Mexican."
Grace felt her chest turn to ice. She was so hurt she didn't even feel angry. She pushed pass Rachel determined not to show any pain. The halls were filled with her fellow floor mates having a good time and getting to know one another. She calmly walked past every single person and went straight to her room. It seemed that a closed door was her only defense against that cruel bitch. It was amazing; all it took was a few words from someone she could care less about to completely ruin her night. Her brother would tell her she needed to be strong, but Rachels would always be around. There was only so much patience, understanding, and tolerance she could summon. Right now she had reached her limit. It was time to end this day and try to forget about it.
Outside, Melanie watched Grace disappear into her room and shut the door. She saw the hurt look on Grace's face and wondered what happened. She liked Grace the moment she met her. Grace reminded her what it was like to be an unpopular freshman. Melanie remembered her first day and all the cruelty she had to deal with. Maybe it was time visit the well again.
Grace got up early and ate a quick breakfast. She needed to hurry if she wanted to get to the bookstore before it opened. Kristy was still in bed, she elected to get her books after she went to class. Grace pulled out all the money that grandpa had given her. She hoped 600 bucks would be enough for books. If it was going to last- she was going to have to buy used ones.
She arrived at the bookstore right before it was going to open. Unfortunately luck wasn't with her and already a large cluster of people gathered by the entrance. She glanced everyone over and they all looked like freshmen. If she didn't hurry the pickings would be minimal. She tried edging her way forward but a few not so friendly looks sent her back. Daunted but not defeated, she pulled out her course printout and began to make a mental list of what books she should grab first. She did a quick check on the time when her eyes meet with another. He was a tall guy with short dark hair. He knew he was busted, and he quickly looked down. Graced watched his ears shift to a bright red. He shuffled away as discreetly as possible. Grace looked at the ground for a minute, and could feel the color rise to her face. The guy was real cute.
The doors opened and her little meeting with the dark stranger ended. Her interest was quickly diverted as she rode the large wave of people into the store. She picked up a green basket and began to search for all the books she needed. Little did she realize, during her shopping the dark stranger was trying to build up the nerve to go talk to her.
Grace finished her book shopping and walked up to the check out. Her basket was so full that she thought her arms were going to fall off. And even the basket wasn't enough; she also had two books delicately balanced under her arm. Even buying everything used she was still only going to have 100 dollars left. She needed to save 69 bucks for a bus ticket home for Thanksgiving. This only left her with 30 bucks for the rest of the semester. It seemed that the new wardrobe would have to wait till she found a part time job. She sighed, wishing for the tiniest sliver of good fortune, while she waited in line. There was only one cashier and the wait looked horrible. She gave her tired arms a brake and placed her heavy load at her feet. It was then that she heard someone clear his throat.
"Ahem... I see you have CS textbook, �Introductory Operating Systems'. That's cool, are you taking the class at 3pm on Tuesday and Thursday?" Graced turned around to see who asked the question. Much to her delight it turned out to be the tall dark stranger. It was official- he was damn cute. She put on her most flirtatious smile and tried not pant.
"Yes, I have Dr Brown."
"Cool, we're in the same class together. Uhm... my name is Chris." He stumbled. He made an attempted to smile, but after a moment it was more like a shy grin.
"Hi... my name is Grace." She said, as she looked him over. Chris was tall, at least six two. He was slender but not skinny. His dark hair was cut short, almost a buzz cut, and he had an old tee shirt with an Atari logo on it. He looked nervous and was trying not to babble. His cool blue eyes were making her a little warm. She prayed she was keeping her shit together.
Chris continued to make awkward small talk as they waited in line. Grace definitely liked him. He seemed very sweet even though he repeated his telling of his drive to Stanford three times. She almost dropped her books when the cashier asked, "you ready to make a purchase?" She quickly paid for her books and tucked her receipt into her pocket. She felt awkward standing in the main hallway, but she did want to keep talking to Chris. She noticed a water fountain. It was time to show the world how long she could drink, and figure out some way she could keep their conversation going.
Chris used a credit card to pay for his. It was a platinum visa and it had his name on it. He slammed everything into a large book bag and rushed up to Grace. His face seemed to cloud over for a moment as if he was searching for the right words to say.
"Errr... Grace?" She looked at Chris and gave a timid smile. "I was wondering, with us having the same class, I thought maybe..." Chris's eyes rolled hard as his mind tried to produce some smooth line, but inspiration didn't come. "Would you like to go out for coffee some time?" He said giving her a nervous smile. When she stared at him blankly he nearly jumped and ran away. "I'm sorry! If you don't like coffee, I understand... Well I should be going... It was nice..."
Grace was in shock. A tiny voice in the back of her head was saying, He's asking you out on a date. Your second day at college, and you've managed to get a cute guy to ask you out. The same voice was screaming not to let him get away.
"YES!" she said strongly, almost to strongly. "I'd love to go out for some coffee." Chris almost turned around and then stopped. He didn't believe his ears. A full goofy grin blossomed on his face.
"Cool," was all he could manage.
They exchanged phone numbers. Grace tried not to laugh as Chris almost tripped over a potted plant when they went their separate ways. The only thing that bothered her was admitting to her self that her brother had been right all along. She gritted her teeth when she imagined his heehaw laugh.
Grace walked back to her dorm on cloud nine. It seemed that everything was right in the world. A real cute guy had asked her out. She looked at her meager savings. She would love to buy some new jeans, maybe even a real tight pair. She slapped the money back into her pocket. Right decision or not, she was going to buy some jeans. She started to daydream about their first date when a rumble of thunder snapped her back to reality. A sudden thunderstorm had caught her out in the open. The heavy rain chased her to the humanities building. She put her heavy books on the dry concrete and waited out the storm.
The storm came and went, but not before filling the streets with deep puddles. The strong sent of rain made her remember home. Grace felt the first real pangs of being home sick. She continued her walk to her dorm, desperately hoping that her parents would call.
Grace was relieved when she was almost back at the dorm; her fingers were numb from carrying all her books. She was walking along the sidewalk when she heard an engine rev up. It sounded like a truck or some kind of four-by-four. A bright red Explorer rushed passed her, and smashed into a giant puddle. Dark water leapt up and pelted her across her face. She could barely see, but she knew who had done this to her. Grace blinked her eyes, and calmly watched the red Explorer cruise into the parking lot. Four well-dressed girls were getting out of the car, and removing bag after bag of things they had purchased. The items in the bags were not books, but were school shirts, sweatshirts, random-things, and other high price items. They all were laughing, especial Rachel. Grace realized that not only was she filthy, but so were her books. She couldn't tell if her eyes stung from the foul water or from anger. She reset her grip and tried to walk back to the dorm with all the dignity she could muster.
Grace entered her floor and almost bumped into her SA. Melanie was wearing a dark blue swimsuit that could barely cover her chest. It seemed she was sunbathing and was also caught in the rain. The suit looked like a blue trash bag pulled impossibly tight over two impossibly large breasts. She still was breathing hard from some unknown sprint, and her chest seemed to rise and crest like the ocean. Grace looked down, trying to hide her dirty face. Melanie glanced over and noticed Grace's still dripping and muddy hair. She stopped. Grace tried to hurry by, but it was too late.
"What... happened to you?" She said with plenty of concern but with little breath. Grace turned away before answering; she was in no mood for pity.
"I got caught in the rain."
"Oh... Well, I'll let you get cleaned up." Melanie let Grace walk away before she spoke again. "One more thing... If you need someone to talk to, I'm always around after supper." Grace kept walking and mumbled her answer.
"Okay, thanks...but I'm alright."
Melanie watched Grace sulk off to her room. It was obvious she was puddle splashed. She saw the whole thing and had to run up eight flights of stairs to causally bump into her. It seemed that some girl was a class A bitch, but it wasn't her job to fight some one else's battles. But that didn't mean she couldn't give Grace a little help.
The next night, Grace went on her first date with Chris. They had a good time, and they discovered that they had a lot in common. They spent over four hours talking about their classes, dreams, and goals. She drank tea, and he drank three espressos...THREE ESPERSSOS! Grace was amazed that the caffeine hadn't sent him into fits. Chris glanced at his watch and humbly offered his services of escort back to her dorm. She took up his offer without hesitation.
The walk back was peaceful, and both marveled at the campus activity even at midnight. They walked so close that their shoulders almost touched. Grace was feeling the best she had ever felt since first arriving at college. Chris was a real nice guy, and she desperately wanted to see him again. She noticed as they drew closer to her dorm, he got more and more nervous. Her lips grew dry as she wondered if he'd offer her a good night kiss. Their arrival at her dorm was one of dual awkwardness.
"I had a wonderful time." He said as he looked at the grass.
"Me too." She said staring at the same patch of grass.
"I was wondering if you'd like to... maybe... go out another time?" Grace had to suppress a cheer.
"Why yes! I'd like that very much."
"Great! That's...um... great. Well... how about I call you, you know, when we can go out again?"
"Sure..." Grace watched him begin to turn around, and she could feel her own nervousness begin to rise. "Ah, Chris..." He quickly stopped. "Don't you want to kiss me good-night?" Chris's face almost lost all color. He swallowed and took a few steps closer.
"Can I?"
Grace could barely keep from trembling.
"Yes." She whispered.
Chris drew close and put both hands on her shoulders as if fearful she might spin away. He paused for a few seconds and then planted an awkward kiss on her lips. She could still taste the coffee on his lips. He drew back slowly and gave her a timid smile.
"Grace, could I have another kiss?"
She smiled and drew close. Before he could react, she planted a wet one right on his lips. Afterwards they looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and then they said their silent good-byes. Chris gave her one last wave as he skipped back to his dorm. She just stood there and watched him go, smiling the whole time.
Grace was flying so high she didn't even remember entering her dorm and pushing the elevator's call button. It was the loud �ding' of the elevator's arrival that brought her back. She felt like everything was perfect, until she heard a voice- Rachel's voice.
"Hmmm, isn't that sweet. Geek boy looks pretty well off. It's nice to see you taken up a part time job at college. Little Miss H could probably squeeze in three more geeks before the end of next week." Her words were like ice, and her eyes seemed to burrow into Grace's skin. All of Grace's good feelings were smashed to the ground as Rachel's cruel words sunk in. Their poison worked deep into her stomach. She wanted so bad to tell Rachel to fuck off, but her mouth would not work. All she could do was run into the elevator.
Rachel watched Grace run away with grim satisfaction. Talking shit to her was the highlight of her day. If only she made her cry, that would have been perfect.
Grace rode the elevator alone. She desperately tried to fight back the tears, but already her eyes were hot and moist. The door opened and there was Melanie standing right in front of her.
"Perfect, I was looking for you Grace. I noticed that cute guy come by..." Melanie paused as she noticed the look in Grace's eyes. "Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
Grace looked at Melanie with glassy eyes. She had to tell someone, this kind of pain was not something she could keep to herself for long.
"It's Rachel..." She reached up and wiped away a tear. "I don't know what I've done to her, but she hates me. She's always saying something cruel or doing something heartless. I know I should just ignore her, but it's so damn hard. She obviously has everything, but that doesn't give her the right to treat me like she does." Melanie looked at Grace with knowing eyes.
"Come to my room and we can continue to talk about it." She said as she pulled out her keys to open her door.
Melanie invited her in and offered her a seat. Grace sat in one of the beanbag chairs and had a long cry. Melanie handed her a box of Kleenex and waited as she worked it out of her system. It took a few minutes, but Grace managed to finish. She clamped her hand tightly over a soggy Kleenex as the last post-crying hiccups left her. Melanie never said a word while Grace cried. She just rummaged through her clothes and pulled out a few things. Once she felt Grace had calmed a little she handed the items to her.
"Here take a look at these." Grace looked at the pants and bra that Melanie gave her. The pants were huge and the bra was tiny. Grace looked back up confused. Melanie smiled and continued her explanation. "I once had a similar problem like yours. I was chosen by a few mean girls to be the floor's scapegoat. You see I was once chubby and had a very flat chest. The Rachels of my floor made fun of me constantly. One day I sat in my room pondering if I wanted to finish college, when my SA came up to me and asked a question. She asked if I wanted to find peace from all the teasing. I looked at her and said yes. All I wanted was to be left alone." Melanie paused and looked deep into Grace's eyes. " Now I ask you this... What do you want?"
Grace looked at the clothes not believing what she held. The pants were really big, probably a size 14 or 16. Melanie at best wore a size eight. The bra said 38A, but there was no way this was her bra unless she wore it at age 11. She put the clothes down and looked at her SA hard.
"Is this some kind of joke? There is no way theses are your clothes."
"Don't be so quick to judge. I said almost the same thing to my SA. Look, its late, but I'd really love to show you something. It's only 15 minuets away by car, and I can drive us there tonight. How would you like to see the Forgotten Wishing Well?" Grace looked blankly at Melanie.
"A wishing well. I'm part Native American and even I don't even believe that."
"No- really, it exists. Trust me on this. It's a well that grants wishes to all young women who are oppressed and treated badly. All you need is a penny from the year you were born." Melanie grabbed a large basket of pennies and gave them a loud shake. "By the way, when where you born?"
"1981" Replied Grace not believing that Melanie was serious.
Grace watched Melanie rummage through the copper change. She grabbed a handful of pennies and started to sift through each one. After a few moments she picked one out and smiled. "Here ya go, 1981. Come on lets go."
Grace silently followed Melanie outside to her car. She didn't believe her SA, but Melanie was always nice to her. It was probably the best thing to humor her and not risk losing her kindness. The last thing she wanted was to be rude. They drove for almost 20 minutes. The place where they stopped was a lonely road that had a giant rock overlooking the bay. Melanie parked the car in a small alcove and pulled out a large flashlight.
"Welcome to the Forgotten Wishing Well. I know it looks like a tiny hole in the rock, but give it a chance, trust me." Said Melanie in her brightest voice. She got out of her car and motioned Grace to follow
The well was about the size of a basketball and it was completely dark. It was basically a small round hole in a giant rock. Grace heard the sounds of an underground ocean echoing up from the darkness. The air was thick and salty. Melanie handed her the penny.
"Here you go. When I was here, I wished for a killer body with great big tits. I know it seems a shallow wish, but in a month's time I got this body. As I steadily developed, the mean girls on my floor gradually stopped bothering me because my body intimidated them. Lets face it, would you want to piss off a woman who could steal your man away in a heartbeat. I don't think so. Other SA's have allowed other freshman to make a wish in order for them to get a better life. So you see, I hope this makes sense. I'm sure you wondered how a bunch of student advisors all ended up drop dead gorgeous. We all made the same wish. Just like our SAs before us, we wanted to be beautiful. I'm sure that sounds super shallow, but the sad thing is good looks are the only thing that people respect." Melanie reached over and placed the penny in Grace's hand "So go ahead and make your wish."
Grace looked over at Melanie and started to believe what she was saying. It would explain a great deal. Here she was standing by a wishing well that was nothing more than a hole in a rock. She knew that her next decision could end up changing her life forever. Would she wish for a second chance, a better body, happiness, or... She thought for a second and realized what she truly wanted. With a deep breath she dropped the coin into the well.
"I wish people would be nice to me." She said in a voice almost to soft to hear.
Melanie smiled and nodded. Then she snapped a look over to Grace.
"Why'd you wish for that? I can't believe after everything I told you..." She paused realizing she was going off for no reason. This was Grace's wish, and she should be able to make it into anything she wanted without being criticized. "I'm sorry, that was a very good wish. You ready to go home?"
Grace let out a small sigh.
"Yes, I'm ready to go back."
Grace and Melanie got back into the car and began their trip back to the dorm. The well waited patiently for them to leave. Once the sound of the engine faded into the night, the well gathered its power. Air rushed into the hole as if it was drawing a giant breath. A faint rumble in the well grew with intensity before it spewed out a giant geyser. The jet of water blasted almost twenty feet into the air sending a lofty spray of tangy salt water everywhere. The primordial salt water gently diffused into the night wind, and delicately landed on the large expanse of rock. The rocks steamed as the magic began to manifest.
Grace felt a chilly sensation slide across her chest. She closed her eyes and unconsciously crossed her arms tightly around her. She felt cold as if she jumped into icy waters. She could feel her teeth begin to chatter. Melanie didn't notice staying focused on the twisting roads. Soon the chill passed and Grace believed it was nothing more than her being tired.
Grace sat in her room in silence. She could feel the beginnings of a tender bough of hope. It was finally Thursday and the week was rapidly coming to a conclusion. The first week of school had not been fun. She was constantly avoiding Rachel and her harpies. It was a never-ending occurrence, see Rachel, deal with Rachel, see Rachel, and deal with Rachel. On top of that, all during the week she suffered from extreme chills. She had too much crap going on in her life to be freaked out by ghost ice cubes zipping across her chest. Her only refuge was her room and the developing friendship she had with Kristy. The growl from her tummy told her it was time to stop studying. She put away her texts and glanced at the clock. Chris had wanted to meet after dinner and compare notes. She had better hurry if she wanted to avoid the dinner lines.
Grace was grateful that she arrived before it got late. The line in the cafeteria was tiny. She glanced over and noticed her roommate had already snagged a table and pushed out a chair. Kristy gave a small nod of friendly invitation. Grace returned a smile of understanding. It was a good day. She wondered if it was possible for the food to be as good as her day turned out...No way, she couldn't be that lucky.
Grace entered the steamy food court and was somewhat disappointed by the food selection. She understood the basic fact that the freshmen dorms got the worst cooks, but this food was crappy. Her dad could cook better than this, and she knew only a person like her brother would go back for seconds. She randomly picked up a few entries and then side stepped a few slow types. She quickly rounded the corner to enter the dinning commons and then she stopped. It was right then that she saw Rachel and her friends sit down at Kristy's table. It was too late. The five girls had snagged every last chair. She noticed Kristy give a, �I'm sorry look,' and seemed to want to get up. A potent mixture of pride and pain welled up inside her, but she casually shook her head. She calmly walked by and chose an adjacent small table to sit at. She sat alone, and focused on eating her rubbery hamburger. She heard the sounds of pleasant conversation from the crowded table, but was determined not to look over.
Grace put down her half finished burger. Her stomach had soured, and she had little desire to finish her meal. She began to reach for her broccoli when she felt something weird. An anomalous sensation was forming between her ribs and was slowly spreading across her chest. It felt like she had swallowed a jar of Vicks Vapor rub. It was kind of pleasant and relaxing. At first she thought she was imagining things, but her boobs seemed to be growing. She felt her bra stretch and shift in order to accommodate her changing flesh. For whatever reason, her eyes shot up at Rachel. As she watched- she could have sworn that Rachel's chest shrank as hers grew. Before the sensation stopped, she dropped her fork causing a few people to look in her direction. Without thinking, she picked up her tray, bolted to the dirty utensil area, and left the cafeteria. She was oblivious to the wondering stares and to the cruel smile from Rachel.
Grace managed to make it back to her room without completely loosing it. She was still breathing hard when she collapsed on her bed. She laid there looking at the ceiling and wondered what had happened to her. She didn't think Rachel had anything to do with it, because she didn't seem to notice anything was happening. Grace slowly slid her hand to her nearest breast and gave it a quick squeeze to confirm her fears. She clamped her eyes tight when she realized she was bigger. She took off her shirt and looked in the mirror. Her snug little A-cup bra looked rather full as newly acquired flesh bulged out of the tops. It was tight but not uncomfortable. She had no desire seeing Chris without a bra. There was no way she was going to give him a wrong impression. He wanted to meet her at the library around 7:30. It was only 6:30, but she needed a quiet place to think. She grabbed her books and rushed to the library.
It was only the first week of class, and nobody but the most dedicated was at the school's library. This suited Grace just fine. She sat on some old 60's looking couch and tried to get her thoughts together. Why had this happened? What had she done? Why were her boobs suddenly growing and how does the strange sensation fit in. She looked down and saw an old penny. The answer hit her like a brick. It was the well...that was the explanation. She had to go talk with her SA right away. Then she paused as an unfamiliar emotion occupied her thoughts. She always wanted to be a little bigger. She didn't feel guilty that she had somehow swiped some cleavage from the one woman she absolutely loathed. Then the smugness passed. She wondered how she could control it. If this were some unknown and uncontrollable condition, what would happen to her? How big would she become? She tried to reason with her panic, but it was a losing battle. She was worrying so hard that she didn't even notice Chris put down his enormous back pack brimming with stuff. She nearly jumped off the couch as he made himself comfortable.
"Damn, you look like you're thinking hard. Is it CIS 121, or MAT 165?" Chris's smile faded once he realized he had frightened her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Why are you so jumpy?"
"No reason. I..."
She pondered telling him about her troubles with Rachel, and then mentally cleared her head. She didn't want to use him as an emotional dumping ground. It was best to focus on the present and not the past or the future.
"Nothing is wrong, just a stressful day. Not used to the college life yet."
"I heard that. I brought along my notes. Can I take a look at yours and compare?"
Grace gave a quick nod and dug out her notes. They spent their first hour examining both copies of notes, and then revising both to a more coherent copy. Chris seemed pleased, and Grace felt happy in the act of making him happy. After that they talked about little things well into the night. It was 11:15 when Chris realized the time.
"Gezz! It's dark out side. Can I walk you back to your dorm?" He replied as he looked out a black window. Grace was relieved that he made the offer. It was dark and she felt a little intimidated. Plus the fact she wasn't ready to leave him yet.
"Yes, I'd like that very much. But wait. Let me make a copy of these revised notes. I'll be right back." She said snatching up the notes before he could reply.
Chris watched her go to the copy area. Deep down, he wanted this relationship to become something more. The ache in his chest seemed to increase as he spent more time with her. He then clenched his book bag tight as he thought; because I have feelings for her doesn't mean she has the same feelings for me. I mustn't screw this up and go to quickly. Yet it seemed every time he touched her, he could feel his underwear grow tight. He felt caged: his lust being the bars and his fear of rejection being the lock and key.
Grace raced down the stairs, with a feeling of giddiness. She saw how he looked at her and recognized his expression. This wasn't just a casual interest. He looked ready. Secretly she wondered if he was still a virgin. She had never given up her prize to any man, wanting the first time to be special. The thought of giving herself to Chris sent tinny shivers deep into her groin. She waited in line at the copy machine in a semi-oblivious state of sexual fantasy. Before she knew it, she was at head of the line and the machine was open. She fumbled in her pockets for some change. She must have took too long because a girl behind her let out a loud puff and walked past her. Before she could say anything the girl was placing a book on the screen and inserting her money into the slot.
Grace stood there dumbfounded. She delayed for only a few seconds and this girl didn't wait. Why did everyone have to be so mean... Then it started again. The warm sensation in her chest was back. She felt her chest pushing on fabric as her breasts swelled in size. Her boobs seemed half in and half out of her too small bra. She watched in horror as the girl's tight shirt slowly showed signs of getting lose as her breasts slowly deflated. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. It hurt just to breathe. The girl left as quickly as she came, oblivious of what had just happened to her. Grace looked behind her and the people in the line looked back. She made her copies as fast as she could.
Chris looked at his watch. He wondered why it was taking so long to make a few copies. He started to pick up his things and look for her when she came running up the stairs. He could tell almost instantly that something wasn't right. She silently handed over the notes, and crammed her stuff into her book bag.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked as a concerned frown formed on his face.
Grace stopped her mad cramming and made an attempt to relax. She then slowly organized her books, and gently pushed them into her bag.
"Nothings wrong. I'm just tired, and I nearly forgot I have an eight-o'clock tomorrow. It's okay. Please, walk me home."
The walk back was one of silence. Chris ached to know what was wrong with Grace. He almost asked three times but kept quiet. When they made it to the front door, he put a hand on her shoulder.
"I've only known you for a week, but I know something is bothering you. If it's me... I..."
Before he could finish Grace looked at him in a wild panic.
"NO! No... You're not the reason. In fact I sometimes feel you the only good thing in my life... " She paused thinking of how far she should take this. It was late, and she still needed time to think. "I'm sorry, I don't want to go into this right now. But I promise, in a few days, I'll tell you everything. Just please be a little patient."
That was all he needed to hear, and he gave her a small nod.
"I understand perfectly. Don't hesitate to call, any time. You want me to drop by Saturday at lunch?" He said. Grace felt her eyes begin to water.
"Yes... I'd like that very much." And before he could say another word, she kissed him lightly on the check and rushed into the dorm. She gave him one last wave before she left.
Chris stood there for a few moments. The emptiness in his chest was so intense he felt like he was going to choke. He slowly turned around and walked back home. He too could feel a little dampness in his eyes.
Friday was like a blur to Grace. When she got back from her classes her roommate looked annoyed. She complained that Chris had left four messages in the past three hours, and she should give him a call before he drove her crazy. Grace knew she was right. It was time to give him a call and explain everything.
Grace's insides were a wreck. It took her a few tries to dial his number. When she heard his voice all she could feel was relief. It was like a breath of air to a drowning person. Before she could say a word, he launched into a massive stream of apologies. She had to spend ten minutes convincing him that he wasn't the blame. He managed to calm down as he listened to her troubles. Steadily, she could feel a weight leave her shoulders when she told him about Rachel and the other cruel girls at the dorm. He was very understanding and promised to see her tomorrow to talk about it. They made their plans and exchanged good-byes. Grace put down the phone and noticed her roommate was looking at her with concern.
"All right, spill it. What is wrong with you?" Kristy demanded.
"Its nothing." Grace looked over and instantly knew her roommate wasn't buying it. She gave her chest a fearful glance. "Its real hard to explain. I mean it's so minor, its nothing... trust me." She stammered
"Look, I know what your problem is. It's that blond little skank, Rachel. This is starting to get serious. If she's causing you that much grief, take her out side and fuck her up." Kristy said as she made a fist.
"I... could never fight..." She was relieved that her roommate hadn't noticed her larger boobs. "But you're right. It's her. It seems that every time I see her, she knows exactly what to say that causes me the most pain. I try to ignore her, but it's getting so damn hard." Kristy nodded her understanding. She got up off her bed and opened the door. She turned around before she left.
"I hear you. I guess this is something you have to handle. But can I ask you a personnel question before I go?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Have you gained some weight?" She asked. Grace looked confused. "I mean, I've heard of the freshmen fifteen, but girl you gained'em in all the right places. You are quickly becoming double stacked." Grace turned a bright red. She looked down and mumbled a few weak denials. "Well, say what you want." Said Kristy. "I'm off for the weekend. I don't know if I'll be back Sunday or Monday. Try to keep the flies out of our room, okay?" She flashed Grace a smile and then left.
Grace watched the door close and felt trapped. She was all alone in a dorm filled with blonde monsters and a pair of germinating boobs. She placed a hand on her side and winced at the tightness of the cups. She slowly took off her shirt and undid the bra. She let out a deep breath as the straps became loose. She walked up to her mirror and instantly noticed the red marks under her breasts. She rubbed the tender spots for a few moments while she contemplated her options.
She never really had breasts. They seemed best described as modest lumps. Her lumps weren't so modest any more. They were full, round, and perfectly ornamented her chest. She slowly sat back on her bed and gave one of her breasts a timid squeeze. She could barely cover it with her hand any more. She bit her lip feeling the naughty pleasures of playing with her self. She wished badly that Chris was here to continue the job, but she knew she had a problem. She could hide her new size in loose clothing, but what if she continued to grow larger. Plus the fact that it was going to be pure hell wearing a bra. Then she noticed one of Kristy's drawers was partially opened. It was barely a small crack, but a white garment hung out. It took her a moment to deduce that was Kristy's underwear draw. She felt extremely guilty pulling out one of her roommate's bras. She looked at the tag. It said 36C. She looked at the door, half fearing her roommate's return, and then put the bra on. It fit perfectly. She was now as big as her roommate. She walked up to her closet and looked inside. Kristy had the small space crammed with every conceivable dress and outfit. The dresses required a woman with curves for a proper fit. It seemed she now had the curves. She slowly closed the door and returned to her side of the room. She wondered how Chris would react if she showed up in a tight little dress, with cleavage galore. She turned off the lights and let her pleasant fantasy escort her to sleep.
Grace's Saturday morning seemed to last forever. It was an unwritten rule that no one woke up before nine on a Saturday. She had the dinning commons to herself. She desperately wanted to talk to Melanie, but she could never find her. She ate her cantaloupe and wondered what could possibly be causing her growth. She sat in silence, listing to the tiny clinks and scrapes of the mess hall. She looked at the clock; it was only 8:16, over three hours before she would see Chris. She needed to do something. She quickly made up her mind to go for a walk. Chris's dorm was on the other side of the campus. If she walked slowly, she might stretch it out till nine. She made up her mind. If she was early, so be it, she needed to see Chris.
Grace arrived at Chris's dorm, used the outside phone, and waited patiently for someone to pick up the other end. A disoriented voice answered, and she winced realizing she woke his roommate up. She noticed this guy perked up instantly once he realized he was talking to a girl. He informed her that Chris was playing pool in the rec. room. He promised he'd be down in five minutes to let her in. She gave him her thanks and waited by the door.
Joey, Chris's roommate, obviously jumped out of bed, put on whatever clothes were on the floor, and went down to let her in. He was a dirty looking skinny guy with blond hair and patchy facial hair. He nearly did a double take when he glanced at her chest. She tried not to let his examinations bother her.
"Hey, you must be Grace. Chris talks about you all the damn time and now I see why. Come on in and lets see if we can find him." He said, as his eyes remained focused on her chest. She wondered if his interest would be so intense if she was her original size.
"Thanks..." She mumbled as she slid past the cracked door.
It didn't take long to find Chris. He was playing a solo game of eight ball, and he stopped the moment he saw her. She wasn't certain, but he seemed to know that she was bigger. He gave her a warm smile as he walked up to greet her.
"Hey, I thought we would meet after lunch." He said ignoring his roommate.
"I know, but I needed to..." She replied as she realized Joey was hanging on to every word they said. "I need to talk to you." Chris picked up on her vibes and looked over at his roommate.
"I understand. Hey Joey, thanks for letting her in. Do me a favor and check in this pool stick for me."
"Oh, sure man, no problem." Mumbled Joey as he realized what was going on: two's company and threes a pan in the ass. He took the stick and slowly walked to the desk.
"So what's wrong?" He asked as he took her hand.
Grace inwardly smiled as she felt his warmth both in his compassion and in his hand.
"I rather not talk out in the commons. It's a little weird. Is there somewhere private?" Chris looked around and then his face lit up.
"I know, the practice room. It's got thick carpeting on the walls for soundproofing. No one ever uses it. Give me a sec and I'll get the key."
Chris walked over to the front desk and asked for the key. The SA working noticed Grace waiting in the corner, and the guy started to grin ear to ear. Chris had to give him a vicious look before the clod would stop snickering and winking. Grace felt like the whole world was looking at her and desperately wanted to get out of sight. Chris snatched the key out of the SA's hand and led her to the stairs. They walked down the stairs in silence.
In the basement all the lights were off, and no one was using any of the study rooms or laundry area. Chris opened the door and turned on the lights. Grace realized why no one ever used the room. The carpet had gone rank from the dampness, and the room had a thick smell. But it was big, quiet, and private. Chris closed the door, and Grace gave him a big hug.
"Thank you for being so understanding. I hated being so short with you. Please forgive me, but there's something weird happening to me." She said as she looked around half expecting someone to be lurking in the dark corners of the room. Once she swallowed her paranoia she then took a deep breath. Chris new instantly what was going on. She was much bigger when they first met. "You're not going to believe this..." She straightened up so her larger boobs weren't lost in the fabric of her loose shirt. "I've gotten bigger, and I have no idea why."
"I thought so. I wondered if my eyes were playing tricks. But after seeing my roommate ogle your boobs, and after you hugged me... I knew for certain you're a lot bigger than the first time I met you." He said with concern. He gently led her to a couch and put his arm around her waist in a simple gesture of comfort. To Grace it was the next best thing than a hug from her mom. "So... tell me what's happening."
"I wish I knew. It started last week." She paused wondering if she should tell him about the wishing well. "It seemed that at random times my chest gets bigger, and I don't know why." Chris scratched the day growth on his chin. She couldn't help but find it extremely sexy.
"Okay, that's not much to go on. In order to figure this out we need every bit of information. Lets start from the beginning. Do you know what started this?"
"Yes...I think so." She looked away. No mater how she told the story, it was going to sound weird. "Please try to believe me when I say this, but my SA took me to a wishing well. I didn't believe her at first, but she said it gave her a killer body. I didn't want that kind of wish. I just wanted people to treat me better. Instead I got boobies that grow at random."
Chris continued to look at her. He clearly believed her, but he was at a loss of what to say.
"I think I understand... Some how this wish of yours got misunderstood, and now at random your boobs get bigger. Am I right?"
"Yep, that's sums it up to a T."
"How you doing on clothes?"
"Huh? I don't understand..." Then she looked at her chest and realized she had swiped one of her roommate's bras. "Oh yeah, I'm using one of my roomies' bras right now."
"Makes sense. Listen, if you want, lets go to the Wal-Mart down the street. I'll buy you a few larger bras just in case."
"No, I couldn't ask you to do that...I mean..." She tried to finish.
"No, don't worry. I have a few extra bucks, besides it be great to take you bra shopping. Now I have a reason for being in the intimate apparel section." He said as he gave her a playful nudge. She grinned as her mind began to picture the possibilities. It seemed that they both dreamed of a similar fantasy. They would go to a lingerie store and she'd try on every imaginable slip, garter, teddy, corset, and bra in stock. Their eyes clouded over as each fell deeper into the fantasy. Grace happened to look down and noticed a rather prominent bulge in Chris's paints. She wanted to reach out and...
"Okay, that sounds good to me. That is... if you don't mind." She stammered as she watched Chris try to conceal his wood. She definitely liked the idea. "It's definitely not a bad idea." She said and then she looked down at the floor. "So be honest. I look silly with big boobs, don't I? They make me look all chubby."
Chris's mouth hung open for a long time before he could muster up the courage to answer that question.
"Umm... not really... I mean... You used to looked fine, I mean...you still look fine... I mean... you look..." He stammered as he turned a nova shade of red.
Grace couldn't help but smile. He was a gibbering wreck. She touched his lips with a single finger in order to contain his verbal spasms.
"Shhhh. I understand what you're saying. You better take a look just to be sure." She whispered as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt.
Chris was floored. This was his first time ever seeing a woman topless up close and personnel. Once she opened her shirt his eyes didn't know were to begin and buzzed around like drunken bees. He nearly drooled over her smooth stomach and butter rum skin. He followed her delicate ribs up her chest to the glorious mounds contained in a delicate white bra. That bra had to be the most resplendent thing he had ever seen, the way it cradled her boobs lovingly. He followed her glorious cleavage up to her chest, to her neck, up her chin, and then to her eyes. She seemed both embarrassed and delighted in his response. He stood there for a while before he could speak, and then all he could manage was...
"Wow."
Grace put her hands over her mouth so not to laugh. She looked into his cool blue eyes and felt herself slowly melting. She found herself drawing closer and closer until her hand rested on his chest. She could feel every muscle through his thin shirt. Then before she could help herself, she rested her head on his chest. All her fear was gone. She was completely happy for the first time since she had arrived at this big school.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"Ahhh... I should be thanking you. You're the most beautiful women I've ever seen."
Grace pulled back, doubt in her eyes.
"Even with these mutant boobies?"
"Doesn't matter. Small or big, you will always be drop dead super sexy to me."
Grace began to giggle.
"Silly... Hmmm... It's a shame to let these suckers go to waste. How about you lie back on that couch and I'll let you take a better look." She cooed as she began to reach for the clasp."
Chris leaned back with a thump and looked in wonder. She slowly slid the bra off and sat straddling his chest. He was helpless, unable to move and barely able to breathe. She took his hand and gently slid it up to her bosom. His warm hand on her cool flesh sent powerful sparks through her. She let out a small gasp as he cupped her for the first time. They each sat there uncertain of what should happen next. Grace found her courage first and slid her hands underneath his shirt. Her fingers slid across defined stomach muscles that almost made her want to scream. He wanted to roar like a caged animal and tear the clothes off her body, but sadly a more civilized emotion took over...Caution.
"You'd...ummm..." He groped the floor until he found the discarded bra. "Put this own before I lose my mind."
Grace took the bra and held it like a dead fish.
"You know...we don't have to stop here."
"What are you saying?"
Grace tossed the bra back in the floor and slowly undid his pants.
"Who says we have to stop. I'm ready, and if I have to..." She licked her lips in a way that would make her momma cry. "I'll beg."
"Merciful Lord, in heaven..." He mumbled. "Trust me, you do not have to beg." He said with new passion. He placed his hands on her hips and gently pushed her away so he could sit up. He then hooked his finger in the waistband of her old athletic shorts and pulled. The shorts came off without any resistance, revealing tiny white panties.
"Hmmm...White panties. I never would have guessed." He said with a small smirk."
"What ever... Don't tell me you wear leopard skin briefs." She said as she opened his paints. She saw the soft color of blue and white striped boxers. It was her turn to snicker. "Oooh, these look like something the Beaver would wear. Isn't that so sweat, it seems that Miss Cleaver and your mother buy underwear at the same store...EAK!" She screamed as he pushed her hard on the couch. It was his turn to straddle her.
"Now you listen here, these were a gift from my older sister. She told me that my tighty whities would have to go when I became a college freshman. So please, no making fun of my drawers."
"Okay...I promise." She cooed. She then slowly traced her fingers down the white stripes. Soon Chris was pitching a rather large tent. She was so ready, she felt like a piece of Bubbalicious...sweat and juicy. She got up and slowly pulled down her briefs. His eyes followed them all the way down her legs. She then tenderly reached for his boxers. She could feel him trembling.
"What's wrong?"
"Ummmm...I know this will sound dorky, but this is my first time."
"Don't worry. Mine too." She smiled. She reached up and drew him closer. "Can I be on top?"
He weakly nodded and she climbed aboard. She traced her fingers slowly across his exposed skin working her way towards his boxers. Her fingers came across the waistband and she slowly pulled them down. She playfully gave his penis a small kiss. She felt it grow hard against her lips and begin to throb. He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. She cautiously moved forward and slowly put him inside her. Both of their hesitation evaporated as they experienced the sticky pleasure of their first contact. She felt his dick push hard against her. Her moan was from deep in her chest and felt so good. She must have been rather loud because he quickly placed a hand over her mouth.
"Be careful, I don't now how sound proof these walls are?" He whispered
She nodded and began to rock. Their hands connected and his grip grew tighter as she pushed harder. Chris's eyes were clamped shut as he lost himself in the sex. Grace could do nothing but concentrate on her rhythm as the pressure began to build inside of her. She was so hot and his dick felt like it was two feet long. Soon he began to buck beneath her adding to her rhythm. It was almost too much for her to bear, and she dug her fingernails deep into his chest. Chris grabbed her arms and his fingers pressed hard into her forearms. Grace could feel his labored breathing on her face. They were so very close. Chris then gritted his teeth as his expended gasp came out like a hiss. She could feel him expelling himself into her. It was wonderful, but she was so close she didn't want stop now. She continued to pump even harder, and this brought him even more pleasure. His back arched hard as she struggled to stay on. His load moan linked with hers as she felt herself finally go. They both lay there exhausted and wet when Chris's eyes grew wide with fear.
"Oh Shit! I didn't use a condom... Fuck...Fuck... Fuck!" Grace gently put a hand on his lips.
"Don't worry it's a week after my period. We're safe. But you're right, in the future we need to be careful."
Chris still looked fearful, but as she rubbed his chest he relaxed.
"Good God. You're right. Oh God. Oh God." He then opened his eyes and timidly looked into hers. "Was it, you know...was it good for you?"
She laughed.
"Silly, It was fan-fucking-tastick. I hope every time is as good as this." She looked down when her hand touched the couch. "Oh no, we made a big mess."
"Shit! You're right. This couch is nasty. Crap, get dressed, and I'll get some towels to clean this mess up."
Chris, after he slammed on his clothes, left in a blur. He later came down with three large towels with one soaking wet. It took them a few minutes but they cleaned the couch as best as they could. Afterwards they sat there for a minuet, laughed, laughed again, and then went out for a walk.
"So how does it feel not to be a virgin anymore?" She asked innocently.
Chris blushed and then gave her a hug.
"Feels pretty good. How about you?" He said with a smile.
"Best day of my life." She replied.
"Good, great, glad to hear it." He said with a confident smile. Graced couldn't help but return the smile. Nearly all of his awkwardness was gone. She stopped and grabbed both of his hands.
"So...How about, after dinner you come over, and if my roommate is still gone for the weekend, lets have round two. Hmmm."
"Hell- yes!" He said as he pulled her in and gave her a big hug. She took delight in the strong hug, but she could feel her foreign breasts being squeezed. It's fun right now, but what happens if they kept growing, she though as she suppressed a shudder
Grace walked into the bathroom and tried to find the cleanest shower. She took off her robe and put it on a near by hook. Sex was fun she thought, but she felt nasty as hell. The shower was going to be almost as good. She turned the water on hot. She used her foot to push her basket of shampoo and soap into the shower. She slowly climbed in and gorged herself on the steamy water. She sat under the showerhead for almost a full ten minutes before she reached for her soap.
Rachel finally got out of bed. She almost crawled to the bathroom. Last night she drank a little too much. Her clock said it was 2 pm, but it felt like she slept for three days. She went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face and pumped a huge divot of toothpaste on her electric toothbrush. Someone was in a shower using a ton of hot water. Steam billowed out from the curtain. She stood there letting the brushing remove the nasty sticky taste from her mouth when she noticed something. A familiar ratty robe was on a hook. She recognized that robe. It belonged to that Mexican bitch. She put down her brush and smiled a nasty grin.
Rachel bolted out of the bathroom and confirmed her suspicions. Grace's door was open and unlocked. She lightly knocked to see if Grace's roommate was around. No one answered. Rachel considered this opportunity to precious to pass up. She slowly pushed in the locking mechanism and closed the door. Now all she needed was an audience. Rachel pounded on her all of her friends' doors. She managed to only get two answers. That pissed her off, but she realized precious time was wasting. Her two friends looked at her in a half conscious daze. She grabbed both of their wrists and made them follow.
Grace was still in the shower when Rachel slid up and snatched her robe and towel. Her friends instantly knew what was going on, it was the classic grab and run. All three bolted out of the bathroom, barely being able to contain their laughter. They ran to the commons and threw her stuff into the elevator and sent it to the first floor. Rachel's two partners in crime were laughing so hard that they leaned on the wall to prevent from falling into a heap. Rachel managed to quiet them down and led them back into the bathroom. She silently slid into a stall and propped her feet up. Her friends quickly followed suit. All three kicked back and waited for the show.
Grace continued to enjoy her shower. To her it was pure heaven. At home she never could take anything longer than 10 minutes. If she did, her father had a nasty habit of shutting off their water-pump. She had finished cleaning her basement and was working her way to the top floor. She was slowly washing her front when the dreaded sensation hit her. It was much stronger this time, and it felt as if something was being poured into her boobs. Her modest sized globes were steadily becoming huge. She fell to her knees in horror as she watched her breasts swell to a fatuous size. She wrapped her arms around her tight trying to some how slow her growth. When it finally stopped she said a silent player of thanks. She felt the hot water spilling on her back and she remained in that position for some time. She cautiously got up and calmly rinsed off the remaining soap. She glanced down and quickly realized she was too big. In the past she could cover one of her original breasts with her hand. That was now impossible. She, at best, could only cover up her nipples as the remaining perky flesh bulged out from her hands. She slammed all of her toiletries into her metal basket and reached out from the curtain to get her robe. It wasn't there. She put her hand on the floor and realized it wasn't there either. She opened the curtain and nearly screamed when both her towel and robe were gone. She looked out from the stall and realized no one was in the bathroom. She knew she had to do something and do it fast. She couldn't be seen like this. She started to look around the bathroom for anything to cover up with. She then spotted the paper towels. Desperately hoping no one would enter the bathroom; she dashed forward to the sink. She could feel every bounce and giggle of her over-pronounced bosom. She grabbed the silver handle and hysterical rolled out a huge section of course brown paper towels. She wrapped the first impromptu garment around her waste and then started on a second. She wrapped the second towel around her much larger breasts. She looked at herself in the mirror as both hands tried to keep her coverings steady. It looked completely ridiculous, but what choice did she have. She now had to get out of the bathroom and back to her room. She walked up to the bathroom door and looked out. She was in luck- the hall was empty. She left the bathroom like a bullet.
Rachel watched Grace leave through narrowed eyes. Her partners in crime could finally release their suppressed laughter. They howled from inside the stalls. Rachel should be laughing, but she wasn't. She remembered the first day when she saw Grace. That girl had no chest. Now she had tits that belonged in a porno magazine. Unconsciously, she placed a hand on her stark chest. She used to have perfect breasts, now she had nothing. Boys had better cleavage then she currently did. She left her stall and ignored the other two hyenas. Some how Grace was getting bigger, and she was getting smaller. Rachel's hands clenched, as she began to rationalize what was going on. Grace, by unknown methods, was stealing other girls' boobs. Perfect teeth flashed in the mirror as she smiled a feral grin of dark contemplation. Grace was going to pay.
Grace tried to sprint to her room, but it was nearly impossible. What she ended up doing was hunching over and galloping to the far away door. Her door was closed. She almost fell over in panic. She prayed that it wasn't locked. She ran up and grabbed the handle. It didn't move a bit. She jiggled it one more time, but it was locked solid. She felt herself go numb as she continued to grasp the handle in a death grip. Her face started to contract as the reality of the situation sunk in. She was trapped, and it was only a matter of time before someone saw her out in the hall. If some boy saw her naked she didn't know what she would do. A large knot of panic began to tighten in her stomach. Her eyes darted about trying to see if any doors were opening. She then noticed the fire exit. No one ever used the stairs. It could be a place to hide while she got back her wits.
She half crawled, half walked to the door and slid into the cool concrete hallway. Her only company was the exit sign above the door. She weakly dragged herself into the corner and pulled her legs up tight. She knew she couldn't stay here forever, but now that she was out of danger all her emotions came back. She sat there unable to move because her pain was too much.
Melanie was getting a little exercise as she jogged up the stairs. She came to the eighth floor and slammed the door wide open. Someone was sitting in the hallway and nearly cringed into a fetal position. She quickly noticed this person was naked except for a few scraps of paper towels. The poor girl was Grace, and she lied on the floor hiding her face in her hands.
"Grace, honey, what's wrong. Why are you sitting in the hallway?" Grace looked up recognizing the voice. Her face was swollen from the tears. Melanie winced and sat next to her. "Why are you naked. What happened?"
"Someone took my robe, and I'm locked out of my room."
"Shit." Melanie whispered. "Listen. I'll go get the spare key. But first, let me get you a towel. We can then go back to my room and you can wait there. Does that sound okay?"
Grace looked over and nodded.
"Good, I'll be right back."
Melanie came back with a large towel and gave it to Grace. She tried to get up, but she had sat on cold concrete for so long that her legs were numb. Melanie helped her up and put the towel around her. She then opened the door and led Grace back to her room. A few people gave Grace curious stares, but a sharp look from Melanie ended all morbid interest. Grace sat on the first thing she saw in Melanie's room. Her head dipped low and all of Grace's pain came out in a torrent of silent tears. Melanie looked at Grace for a moment. She knew she was responsible for this girl's plight. She quickly left and returned with the spare key.
"I found you stuff in the elevator. It seems someone has a pretty shity sense of humor. Come on, let's get you to your room." Grace got out of the old metal chair and gave Melanie a hollow look.
"Melanie." Grace whispered.
"Yeah." Replied Melanie. Her eyes were sunken with guilt.
"Tonight, can we go back to the well? I never wanted big boobs. Take me back so I can wish them away."
Melanie looked at Grace for a long time. Her mouth had gone dry. Each second felt like an eternity to her. But the words finally came.
"I hate to tell you this, but you only get one wish...I'm Sorry."
"Okay... I understand. "Grace whimpered as she slowly sat back into the chair.
Melanie looked at what she had done and felt like the vilest person ever. She gently led Grace back to her room and sat her on the bed. She turned on a light and then looked at Grace one more time. The disconnected look on Grace's face was too much for her to bear. Melanie opened the door and then left. Once she closed the door, she felt the bitter beginnings of tears, and she quickly wiped them away. She ran back to her own room, feeling each bounce in her tight shirt. She used to love having giant knockers, but now they felt like two massive ball and chains forever welded to her chest.
Grace had no idea how long she sat in her room. A quick glance at her window told her it was dark. A soft knock on the door nearly made her fall out of the bed. She looked at her clock. It said 9:03 pm. That could only be one person. She wrapped her blanket around her shoulders and meekly cracked the door.
"Hey there, Grace..." The pain on his face must be a reflection of hers. "Can I come in?" She gave a barely noticeable nod and opened her door. Once the door was fully open, Grace noticed a few girls looking in. Their busybody interest was too much for her to bear and she bolted back to her bed. Chris turned around and shot the three girls a �Go To Fucking Hell,' look and they scattered like roaches. He gently closed the door and sat on an open spot on her bed. He sat there for a long time, content to watch the gentle rise and fall of her back as she lied there.
"What's wrong?" He said with all the tenderness he could muster. Grace sat up sharp and looked at him with half crazed eyes.
"I'll show you..." She growled as she tore off her blanket. Her breasts danced lightly from the sudden movement, and she gave her shoulders one good shake as if needing to prove a point. The soft sound, �smick-smack,' of two large titties would almost have been comical if it had been under a different situation. Chris drew back and desperately tried not to let any emotion show on his face. Deep in his mind a small voice was yelling, "HOT DAMN!" but he knew he'd lose everything if he didn't act like a gentleman and give her the support she needed. Grace sat back against her bed, still breathing hard from her anger. If he weren't too careful he too would be breathing hard. Then slowly he wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and drew her in close.
"Listen, I know you're upset. But if we're to understand this problem... we can't get emotional. Lets go over everything. Tell me from the beginning. Right up to the time when your SA asked you the question."
"Okay," Mumbled Grace as she gathered her tattered feelings and concentrated at the task at hand. "Melanie saw that I was upset and said she wanted to show me something, something that would help me."
"Hold up, why were you upset?"
"Oh... It was that monster, Rachel. She puddle splashed me right after I met you."
"Hmm Rachel, let me guess, tall stuck-up blonde, with long hair that stops right about here. " He interrupted as his hand chopped at halfway down his back. "Real attractive but real cold."
"How did you know? I..."
"The first time I came over she checked me out, but realized I was a computer geek. My Sega shirt gave me away. She blew me off. I had to deal with those types all the time in high school. But go on."
Grace started to tense. Not only was this bitch out to ruin her life, but she also eyed her boyfriend. Anger seeped into every pour.
"Well, I didn't believe her at first, but Melanie was always super nice to me. I didn't want to blow her off. So I agreed."
"Agreed to what?"
"That I'd go to a wishing well and make a wish." She noticed he didn't bat an eye and still continued to listen to her story with keen interest.
"Once there, what did you wish for?"
"Oh, yeah... Melanie told me to wish for a hot body, but I instead wished that people would stop being mean to me."
A small light seemed to flicker behind his eyes
"Interesting, Go on."
"Well, the week went by normally, and then I started growing."
"Okay this is starting to make sense, but tell when it first happened. Tell me everything you can remember."
"Well, lets see. I was having dinner..." Her eyes crunched as she tried to remember. "No it was lunch... I just sat down, and all of a sudden, I got bigger."
"No, No, think!" Chris leaned over and took her hands, "I need to know what happened before and after you grew."
"Well... I had to sit alone because Rachel and her friends took all the spots at the table were my roommate was sitting. I hate sitting alone and then I felt..." She paused as if she remembered something.
"Good, good...tell me about the next time?"
"Well, we were at the library, and I was at the copier. I was going to make copies when..." She stopped. It was so obvious. She knew the reason.
"Go on."
"I understand. It makes sense." She smacked her head with a palm. "It seems that when ever someone is mean or rude to me, I seem to get bigger and they... They get smaller."
"You mean when women are cruel. I've noticed you never mentioned any guys being pricks. We must be immune. It seems you've become some kind of karma titty vampire."
Grace instantly felt relief. Now that she had a reason why she was growing, a small sliver of control came back into her life. She then jumped off of her bed as the comment of �titty vampire' set in. She gave Chris a playfully cold look and nearly jutted her breasts into his face.
"What, did you call me?" She asked as a devious gleam entered her eyes. He knew he was coming close to the line, but what the hell. He slowly got up and locked glares with Grace.
"You heard me, I called you a titty vampire. You suck the hooters off all the bad little girls." He said playfully, and he added a little poke to her chest. His finger made an enormous dent into her left breast.
She looked down, amazed at his bold gesture. She then gave him a hurt look and then pounced. They wrestled a little, but quickly stopped when they realized how much noise they were making. They both knew that if there were curious eyes at the door there had to be curious ears everywhere.
"Shhhhh..." She breathed. He nodded. Grace grabbed him by the belt and gently pulled him to the floor. The blanket had long since fallen away. "You know, I did promise you a round two."
"Yes, I do recall you did." She straightened up and gave her breasts a playful rub. Her hands could barely cover the massive globes.
"You know, I'd love to be on top like last time, but I'm kinda not used to, you know, my boys. Lets do It missionary style."
"You the boss, mam."
Grace pulled him in close and they got busy- stealth mode.
Chris woke up to natures call. He looked at the clock, 6:04 am. Grace was still nestled in his arms. They had fallen asleep on the floor. He smiled, to him that had been the best part. He gently slid out of her grasp and reached for his clothes. She stirred and tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes.
"Shhh- I'd better go, no need for everyone seeing me sneak out."
"It's to late, I'm sure there was a sentry put by my door to see when you'd leave. Come on stay a while."
"I'd love to, but if you SA catches me, I might be in deep shit. I'll call tonight. K'?"
"K' "
Chris quickly put on his rumpled clothes and gave Grace a playful wink before he left. Grace remained on the floor long after he was gone. She looked at her swollen breasts and tried to suppress the anxiety was building with each passing moment. What was she going to do?
Chris slowly slid from her room, and he stealthed quietly to the commons. His heart thundered in his chest as he passed the SA's area, but no doors opened. He began to mentally relax when he saw the friendly glow of the elevator. He pushed the button and patiently waited. Then the sensation of eyes boring into his back made him turn around.
Behind him was Rachel. She stood by the entryway and continued to stare. He straightened up and met her gaze. The elevator seemed to take an eternity, but there was no way he was going to look away. He'd rather eat shit than give that bitch the satisfaction of feeling superior. In the still quiet of the early morning, the elevator's arrival was like thunder. He listened to the door open, and without releasing his gaze; he slowly backed into the open chamber. It was when the doors closed that their stare ended. Chris leaned against the wall feeling drained. He knew right then that his encounter with Rachel was far from over.
Rachel turned around and headed back to her room. She made a small mental note to take a shot at that loser man that the Mexican hoar was sleeping with.
Sunday came and went for Grace. She managed to get a
little ahead on her homework, and spend a little time with Chris. Chris made
due on his promise and took Grace shopping. They spent the whole afternoon
looking at bras. To Chris this was the closest thing to heaven he had ever
experienced. To Grace it was hell. They went to three different stores before
they found anything close that would fit her.
Their luck ran a little better when they went to JC Dimes. The bra section
was back in a corner, which suited her just fine because now she was getting a
lot more stares than she liked. They searched the shelves for anything that
would fit her and finally found something. Deep in the corner, shoved between
two shelves, was a large package. It had been there for some time because of
the thick coat of dust on the coarse plastic. Grace removed it from the package
and let gravity unfold it. The thing was enormous. It was an unattractive beige
with thick coarse looking cups. The shoulders straps were wide and looked very
uncomfortable. They both looked at it for a long time before Grace slowly
folded it back up. With a sigh she headed over to the fitting room. Chris
waited outside as Grace tried the monstrosity on. After a few minutes grace
waved from the changing booth and Chris crept forward.
"You
ready to see this on me..." She said weakly from the closed door. "It does not
look very flattering."
"Sure...
Let me see it."
Grace
opened the door. Chris had to keep his facial expression in check. The bra
looked so out of place on her. It made her boobs jut out and look like two
egregious missile silos. Chris looked at those suckers thinking Grace could
poke someone eyes out with those beasties.
"I
don't know if I can wear this. Look! It makes them too noticeable. I can't wear
a shirt with this on; it'll make a huge gap from my chest to my belly. I'll
look ridiculous."
"I
know...Lets try to find a sports bra, that should help to conceal your shape. If
not, I guess we're going to have to stick with this."
"Okay...lets
look. Maybe..." Grace said, but it was obvious that she didn't believe a word she
was saying.
They had no luck finding anything else that fit. Grace took the monster bra up front in defeat. The cashier wrung it up with out a comment and they both left the store quietly. Grace rode in silence leaning her head against the window. Chris worried about her, but thought giving her a little space was probably the best. She sat there in a numb state staring out the window, not even thinking. She had her hands tight around her purchase.
It was Monday afternoon and Grace was sitting out in the commons enjoying the sun. She checked the time. It was two o'clock, mail call. Her mood soared as she remembered that her brother promised to write her every Friday. Maybe today, his letter would arrive. Her warm smile disappeared instantly when she felt it begin. She was growing again, but no one was even near her. She could feel the sensation of being squished, as her breasts had nowhere to go but together. She slowly stood up, trying to get used to the weight. She looked at her faint reflection in the window. The extra large tee shirt had lost it ability to conceal her mammoth figure. She looked like some comical version of a tent with legs. Unless she hunched over, everyone was going to know she had geometric tits. This time she was not going to panic. If she had to deal with this crazy condition, it was going to be with dignity. She activated the elevator and waited to go to the lobby.
Rachel and her two friends, or more like her personal toadies, decided to check their mail. One of Rachel's pals had a thing for one of the guys who worked at the desk, and he often let them come back for a little flirting. Today was no different. Rachel reached into her mailbox and was annoyed by all the credit card bills she had. It was time to change the billing address and send them directly to dad. All she had to do was mail in the minimum payment and daddy would take care of the rest. Her friend was still in the middle of her flirting and Rachel's boredom began to grow. Her eyes wandered about, and she realized that right next to her slot was Grace's mail slot. She did a quick visual check and realized the guy behind the desk was too captivated to pay attention to what she was doing. She quickly snatched the only letter from the box and looked at the address. It was addressed to Grace. Rachel tucked the envelope with the rest of the bills and walked out of the office. Her two friends quickly noticed that the boss was leaving and followed. Once out of eyesight she took the letter and tore it in half.
"Rachel? What was that? Why'd you tear it up?" Asked flunky number two.
"Oh this, it was nothing. It was junk mail addressed to that Mexican. I did her a favor."
"Oh no way..." Laughed flunky number one. "You tore up her mail. That's funny."
Rachel glanced at her friends. She had nothing left to lose, but she smiled internally as she watched her friends slowly deflate.
"Umm, Rachel, that's kinda cold, what if it was a letter from her family." Mumbled Flunky number two.
Rachel glared, quickly ending the timid inquirery.
"Then they'll write her another one." She growled as she tossed the two pieces into the trashcan by the elevator door. It was then that the door chimed and slowly opened. Rachel and Grace locked eyes instantly.
Grace couldn't believe her luck, of all the people she had to run into it. Her anger began to boil as she looked into those hateful eyes. This was the last time Rachel was ever going to make her scamper away. She squared her shoulders and walked out tall. She didn't give a damn that her recently swollen tits looked like the Booby Alps.
Rachel's gaze never faltered, but her friends' eyes locked on Graces twin peaks. Their mouths went slack as they unconsciously backed away. How had she become so huge, they both thought. They continued to stare as she walked by and headed to the mailboxes. Rachel face grew dark as she punched the elevator button. Her disgust grew even more as her friends failed to turn back around. Her friends then glanced at their own chests, and their understanding became apparent as their faces turned pale.
"Did you see her? She keeps getting bigger and bigger." Said flunky number one.
"Yeah... And I don't know if you've heard, a lot of the girls on our floor are getting smaller." Whispered flunky number two. Rachel could barely keep her disgust in check. How could the whole floor be so dim? Didn't anyone see the obvious?
"Christ...Don't you guys get it! She's stealing everyone's bodies. She is making us all ugly. She's some kind of witch. I bet if we looked into her room we'd find a black dress and goat's blood."
Flunky number one seemed to find the idea amusing but Flunky number two seemed mortified.
"Rachel, how do we stop her? I don't want to lose any more..." Flunky two glanced at her smaller curves, "My body. I'm...scared... we have to do something."
Rachel smiled. She gave both her friends a reassuring pat on the back. They seemed to relax a little but both couldn't help but glance at their chest from time to time.
"No worries... I'll handle everything tonight. Leave it all to me. The witch will get what's coming to her, trust me."
Grace looked in her box and felt her spirits hit rock bottom. No letter, and her brother promised. She then started to think, it would probably arrive tomorrow. Feeling a little better, she headed back to her room.
She waited patiently for the elevator and found her eyes wandering about the lobby. Then something caught he eye in one of the trashcans. There was two pieces of a white envelope resting in the bottom. She quickly pulled them out and had to choke back a howl of rage. Someone had taken her letter out of her box and tore it in half. Her mind instantly knew who the guilty person was...Rachel. She glanced down at her larger bosom. It made perfect sense. That bitch had ruined her letter and she grew in size because of it. Her eyes grew diamond hard as she thought, Go ahead Rachel, and keep being a fucking bitch. As you make my life a living hell, I'll keep taking what you covet the most. I suck up you and all of your friends' precious little boobies. She then glanced at her letter; at least she could still read it. But that didn't stop the pain from coming. She could feel every inch on her chest. Her roommate had a late lab this afternoon. She couldn't bear the thought of sitting alone in the dinning hall while the whole world stared at her chest. Not that it mattered if she missed dinner; she doubted she would feel very hungry tonight.
Rachel looked at her watch. She had been patiently waiting by the foot of her door like the proverbial cat. That witch hadn't left her room yet. Dinner was going to end in ten short minutes. It seemed that Grace would miss dinner tonight. No matter, she had a back-up plan that was perfect. If the Mexican girl wouldn't come out- she'd flush her out. She leaned over and picked up her cell phone. It took her only a few seconds to dial the number. A deep voice answered.
"Hello, Greg... I need you to fix something for me. I don't know if you heard the rumors, but this Mexican witch is doing something to all my friends and me. I need you to take care of her boyfriend. He'll come by after dinner. Can you get over here in five minutes? Good. I'll tell you what he looks like when you get here."
Rachel smiled as she closed the phone. Part one was complete, next was part two. All the other SAs were gone. All she had to do was get their bimbo SA off the floor. And she had the perfect idea.
Melanie was in her room admiring the new blouse she had bought. She needed something to cheer her up. The look on Grace's face still haunted her. She continued to look at herself in her large mirror trying to clear her mind and work out a plan. The blouse fit her perfectly. It was obviously made for someone who was big in the hooter department. The bright white material fit her like a glove, and the low neckline showed enough cleavage that even a holy man would look twice. She was checking out her profile when her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Umm- hi, Melanie?" Said a fearful voice, Melanie's ears perked up. "I hate to ask you this, but my roommate, Cindy... she just called. She said she's too drunk to make it home by herself. She's way over on Oregon Avenue. I'd go get her if I had a car. I hate to ask you this but can..."
"No problem. You said Cindy right?" Melanie remembered that girl was a hard-core partier. "I'll go get her. Where is she?"
"Oh thank you, she's at the Terrenog Irish Pub."
"Thanks again for telling me..." (Click) Melanie looked at the phone. It seemed tonight she was needed. She put down the phone and promised herself that she wouldn't screw this one up. She put on her coat and was gone.
Rachel held the phone tight to her chest. Her plan was working perfectly. That bimbo would be gone for at least an hour trying to find that bar. Now all that was needed was the geek to show up. It shouldn't be too hard...all he needed was a damsel in distress. There was a strong knock at her door. Rachel's face opened into a peccant smile, Greg had finally arrived.
Greg stood in front of Grace's door. Greg was a big man. He was over 6'8" and looked way too buff to be a basketball player. He knew exactly what he had to do. Rachel had explained it perfectly to him. He began to beat on the door.
"Open up, you little witch. I know you're in there!" He growled as he continued to pound on the door.
Grace cringed. She wondered who was at her door. He sounded big and pissed. Fourteen different kinds of fear swirled about her as she reasoned which was worse: being without Chris or if Chris happened to find what was waiting outside.
Chris casually left the elevator and glanced at his watch. It was only seven, but he'd thought he'd better check on Grace. He walked around the corner and noticed a large number of girls collecting outside the hall. He ignored the looks and headed for Grace's room. He quickly figured out what the commotional was all about. Some nut was pounding on Grace's door. He calmly walked up to the big guy and waited for a pause in the yelling
"Open up! You have some explaining to do, witch! I said..." Bellowed Greg.
"Hey, man... What's the prob," Chris asked. He looked at Greg slightly hunched and with his hands in his pockets. He didn't show fear, but he didn't look all that threatening either. Greg snapped around to look at the unlucky sucker that he was going to fuck up.
"None of your fucking concern. This has to do with ME, my GIRL, and that WITCH. Go back to your fucking Nintendo, loser."
"Come on, no need to get loud. Lets talk this out, I'm sure its some misunder..." before he could finish, Greg lashed out and slammed him with a powerful shove. Chris hit the ground hard but seemed unaffected.
"I said- THIS IS NOT YOUR CONVERN!" Greg said through clenched teeth. All ready numerous girls were gathering closer to get a better view. Doors were opening and a tiny few were looking for any SA. But they were all gone.
Grace heard the shove and bolted out from her room. She instantly noticed Chris on the floor.
"Leave him alone!" She shouted. She was wearing a large nightgown but her bust swayed frantically in the loose material. Greg was briefly distracted, and then he clamped a hand on her arm. She winced at his grip. He then turned to face Chris.
"This is why I'm here. It seems that your girlfriend is some kind of witch. She keeps taking what doesn't belong to her." He jabbed a meaty finger into her chest, "She's taking everyone's tits." This comment sent slithering whispers down the hall. The evidence was plain to see. Many of the girls were getting smaller while Grace kept getting bigger and bigger. "So you see... I'm not leaving until this thieving bitch returns what she stole!"
"Please, I'm sorry. It's not really my fault. I didn't want this to happen. I..." Grace said hysterically. Greg turned to look at source of the mad sobbing. His face showed nothing but disgust.
"Bitch, shut the fuck up and sit DOWN!" He snarled. He tightened his grip causing Grace's immediate silence. She slowly slid to the floor in submission as his grip continued to increase. Greg's face was that of an animal, and he slowly turned in order to better savor the geek's fear. Yet, before Greg's chin could finish its slow arc, a knuckle slammed into his throat. His eyes bulged in both shock and pain. Then before he could recover a foot struck him squarely in the chest. Greg hit the floor hard, but his inflamed raged would not let him stay down. He growled as he scrambled to his feet, but before he could fully get up a foot clamed down on his throat.
"Bitch, maybe you'd better sit down." Chris said in a fierce voice. It seems that the kickboxing lesions were not in vain. Greg's fingers dug into Chris's leg, but all it took was a little change in weight and Greg was immobilized. As Greg's face grew red, Chris's finger stabbed upward and pointed right at Rachel. "You'd better call off your dog. Because I have no problem going straight to the head of this dorm saying this shit hurt my girlfriend. If you value you remaining days at this university along with your friend's future, I suggest you end this right now. " He said as he slowly removed his foot from Greg's throat.
Greg let out a rabid gasp and quickly got to his feet. His anger went right to his fists as he clenched them tight. He took a step forward but was stopped by Rachel.
"No Greg... He's right. Go home." Said Rachel from the back.
"Listen up computer boy, this is far from over. " Rasped Greg. He turned around and stormed off, cutting through the large group people like an angry bull through corn.
Rachel gave Grace one last look before she and her friends left. Grace could feel every pair of eyes on her. She wanted nothing more than to go home and end this nightmare. Chris took her by the arm and led her into the lobby. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"Listen, you can't stay here. I'll ask my SA, but he should agree. You have to stay at my dorm, or anywhere else but not here."
Grace stopped and shook off his hand.
"I'm sorry, but I have to stay here. There is no way that I'll let her chase me off. This is my dorm too." Chris's face twisted as he struggled to keep his feelings in check, but he realized that she was right.
"Sorry, you're right. I'd better go home. Don't hesitate to call."
"Alright, I will." She said as she walked slowly back to her room. All eyes were on her and they never wavered or looked away. She knew it was already too late; the dreaded tingle was seeping back into her breasts. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest and tried not to show her fear. As soon as she closed her door, tongues began to talk. Like viscous little vipers they slithered around all during the night. Grace tried not to scream as she felt her chest get bigger and bigger and bigger. Her boobs were becoming too much. She tried to hold them up with her hands, but soon it was going to be impossible. She sat on her bed and prayed she wouldn't grow much larger.
Grace's fear was becoming near hysterical when her growth suddenly stopped. She wondered what had happened when she heard the sounds of a key moving in her lock. Her roommate was back along with her SA. Melanie nearly jumped through the door and then Kristy slowly walked in.
"I'm sorry Grace, I've heard what happened. Are you okay?" Asked Melanie in a barely controlled panic. Grace pulled the cover tight around her.
"I'm fine."
"Christ! I'll say something to the Dorm authorities. I'll make sure that Greg gets removed." Promised Melanie. Grace felt extremely tired. She could feel the sag of her bed from all the weight from her boobs. She tried to sit up but she was so heavy. She quickly gave up.
"No, it's okay. You don't need to say anything. All I really want is my life back."
"Don't worry, I'm working on it. I'll have a solution, I promise. I'll go out in the hall and make sure people stay quiet and leave you alone."
"Thanks. And Melanie" Melanie abruptly turned around. The worry on her face looked painful. "Thank you, for always being nice to me. I will never hold this against you. I know you were only trying to help. Please don't be hard on yourself."
"Thank...Thank you. I'll get this fixed, one way or another. " She promised as she left the room.
Kristy looked at her roommate and the large bulge in the center of the bed. She reached out as if to touch it.
"Kristy, I'm so incredibly tired. All I want to do is sleep. You haven't said a word. I know you're in agony not knowing what's going on."
"Uh yeah, I would kind of like to know what happened tonight."
"Look, like I said, I'm tired. I'll promise to tell you everything first thing in the morning. Okay?"
"Deal..." Said Kristy, but all through the night she couldn't stop looking at Grace's bed. Was the large bulge getting bigger? She shook her head as if to clear it. It must be a trick of the dark, she thought.
It was 6:15 in the morning when Grace's alarm went off. Before she could hit the snooze button, her roommate was at the foot of her bed. The harsh click of a switch filled the room with white agony. Grace tried to resist by scrunching up in her bed. Her roommate wouldn't let her have any peace as she gently shook her shoulders back and forth.
"Wake up! You promised! You promised!" Kristy whined.
"Okay... Okay. But I'd better show you first if you're going to believe me." Slowly, Graced sat up. Not because she chose to, but because she had to. She had practically blown up during the night. Her boobs were so big that they rested on her legs. It felt as if she had two giant garbage bags attached to her chest. Kristy could only manage a barely audible "Oh shit."
"Now do you understand, that seeing is believing."
"Alright- I see that you've got some kind of Frankin-tits but..."Graced waved her hands wildly. Kristy's face bunched up with confusion "What! What did I say?"
"Be careful what you say around me, I have no idea how sensitive the wish is."
"The wish... what the hell."
"All right I'll tell you from the beginning. Our SA saw I was depressed because of Rachel and her friends kept treating me bad. Umm...she took me to this well, and said I could make a wish. I wished for people to stop being mean to me. Now every time someone is cruel to yours truly, I seem to take away the offender's boobs."
"For Real?" Kristy said in complete disbelief.
"For Real." Agreed Grace.
"Oh, crap. This is major twilight-z here. Have you talked to Mel about this?"
"I have, but she said that the wish is permanent, and I only get one. She said she would work on a solution, but I think it's hopeless. I don't want every girl's breasts. I just want things to go back to being normal. I..." Grace tried to finish her thought but the tears wouldn't let her.
"Whoa, Whoa! Look... When was the last time you ate?"
"Lunch... yesterday."
"Shit... First things first... I'll sneak out some breakfast. Then lets get Chris and Melanie over and then we'll think of something. Sounds Good?"
Grace managed to stop the tears before replying. "Sounds good."
It wasn't long before Kristy was back. She managed to sneak some food into her book bag. She placed a bagel, a muffin, an orange, and a small carton of milk on Graces bed.
"Here you go, breakfast is served." Kristy said with a rather large flourish, and she handed Grace a towel to use as a napkin.
"Thanks, I owe you... you have no idea how hungry..." Grace stopped in mid sentence as she slowly looked down. She then looked up at her roommate. "Did you just feel something?" It was Kristy's turn to look down.
"Um, yeah... Felt like some kind of warm tingly sensation. What was it? It couldn't be..." Before Grace could say anything, Kristy tore off her shirt and looked in the mirror. "God-DAMN. I swear I'm a little bigger." Grace looked in awe at her roommate.
"Oh no! Now it's spreading to you..." Suddenly she had a thought. "Wait a minute, you just did something nice for me and then you got..." Before Grace could finish her sentence she saw the wild grin on her roommates face. "So that means... Uh... Why are you looking at me like that?" Kristy eyes flew about the room. She then snatched up her roomies dirty laundry.
"You know, I have to say you're the best roomie I've ever had. I think I'll do something nice. Don't worry about this pile of dirty laundry. I'll have it done in a jiffy." She said as she quickly put back on her shirt and raced out the door.
"Wha... No wait..." Before she could finish Kristy was gone. She was worried, but soon a small smile formed on her lips. She reached over and struggled to reach the phone. After a few unsuccessful tries, she managed to call Chris.
Once Grace told Chris her theory he couldn't stop laughing for ten minutes. Once he managed to compose himself he promised to come right over. Chris and Kristy arrived almost at the same time. He couldn't help but take a quick look at Kristy's chest and she fired a wink right back at him.
"Here ya go. Your laundry is all washed and folded. Now is there anything..." Before Kristy could finish she felt the same warm sensation. She could feel her boobs getting bigger. Without realizing that Chris was in her room, she tore off her shirt and instantly snatched up a cloth measuring tape. Grace wondered why her roommate had a cloth measuring tape, but then quickly realized her roommate was topless in front of her boyfriend. Kristy spun around with a huge grin "Hot Damn, I'm a double D..." She stopped as she realized Chris was standing only a few feet away. His face was a bright red. Grace tried to cover his eyes. "Sorry. I didn't know you were...Uh never mind."
"It might be easier to discuss this discovery, once you put your shirt back on... don't you think. " squeaked Chris.
"Uhm... Yeah... Right." She mumbled as she put back on her tee shirt. She blushed hard as she finished tucking in her shirt. Grace sat up a little straighter, and pondered her roommate's reaction.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Kristy, but you like getting bigger?"
"Um... Yeah... I never told anyone this, but I've always wanted to be bigger. I know I've got a great rack, but I've always wanted to have really big boobs. I thought about cosmetic surgery, but you know..." Grace shook her head. It was hard to believe that her roommate wanted the same thing that she hated. "So Grace, what do you say? Puff me up a few more times. Come on, please." Grace looked at her chest.
"I don't know these aren't mine to give away. They belong to other women."
"Pasha! Listen, didn't many of those women treat you real bad? They screwed up. Finders keepers looser weepers, right?"
"Well..."
"Oh my. Look at that messy desk of yours. Let me clean it up for you." Beamed Kristy as she organized books and pens. Grace could feel herself lose another inch. It was like taking a cup out of a gallon, but to her it was like the straw being taken off the camel's back. Kristy had finished her hectic cleaning and glanced at her chest. It was obvious she liked what she saw as she gave her boobs a friendly squeeze. "Okay...Hmmm... what else could I do for the best roommate in the whole world. I could..."
"Kristy. Hold up, you're being greedy." Scolded Grace. Kristy's shoulders slumped.
"Your right, your right."
Grace rolled her eyes at her friends' reaction. She was about to say something else, when there was a faint knock at the door. Chris got up and looked quizzically at the two girls. He slowly opened the door and was surprised to see one of Rachel's flunkies at the door.
"Hi, my name is Lori, can I come in?" She said in a defeated voice. The girls face was puffy as if she had spent a long time crying. Everyone's reaction softened immediately at seeing this girl's state of mind.
"Sure, Lori, come right on in." Mumbled Grace.
The arrogant woman who was once one of Grace's adversaries was now looking defeated and weak. She milled around the room, unsure of where she should stand. After a few moments, she fell back against the door and slowly slid to the floor. She couldn't meet anyone's gaze.
"I'm grateful that you let me in. I know you probably don't ever want to see me, but I had to see you. You see..." She paused to look at Grace. Her eyes looked like buckets ready to spill. "I had to say I'm sorry for the way I treated you." All three looked at each other. Chris's eyes then focused on Loris Chest. She was flat as the door she leaned on. Everyone held their breath waiting to she if Lori's boobs would return to her, but nothing happened. It seemed that saying sorry wasn't enough. "After last night, my boyfriend dumped me. He said I looked disgusting, and that I should have never have pissed you off." Lori frantically wiped her face as if trying to keep from crying. She failed and tears rolled down her face. "He also said he never wanted to see me again unless I got my boobs back."
This last confession was obviously too much for Lori. Her hands clawed at her non-existent chest. Sob after painful sob, left her lips and Grace and Kristy drew back as if the girl was going throw up. Chris leaned forward; the emotional display did not catalyze his sympathy.
"Let me get this straight..." Interrupted Chris, "He dumped you because you lost your tits...I mean, your breasts?"
"(Sniff), Yes. But don't judge him so poorly. See...I love him, with all of my heart; I'll do anything to get him back. You might think he's shallow, but he's a very loving person. You see I'm not smart like you. I need someone to take care of me. I need him. I've got to have him back. Please...Please... I never intended to be so cruel. I have no friends here. When I met Rachel, she was the only friend I had. I knew if I disagreed with her she isolate me from the others, and everyone would hate me. I knew it was wrong... But I didn't know what to do. I never..."
"This is pathetic!" Chris moaned as he quickly got to his feet. "Don't you have any morals; you don't sit by while others suffer because you are afraid that you'll lose friends. If they treat people bad, they never should be your friends. Don't you see... you're just as guilty as they are." He drew close to Lori to make sure she heard what he was saying.
"I know. I know. I'll never do anything like that again. I promise. " Then slowly two small lumps formed in Lori's baggy shirt. After a few more moments the lumps formed into two perky breasts. Then finally they swelled back to her original size: two nicely shaped and perfectly round breasts. It took her a few moments, but then it became clear to her. "Oh thank you! Thank you. You're the kindest, nicest, most wonderful..."
"Yeah, Yeah. I get the picture. You're welcome... you're welcome." Mumbled Grace. She was thankful that both Lori and her breasts were leaving. Lori gave one last excited good-bye and then left.
"So Grace. If by chance if you have any left-over cleavage, can I have it?" Pleaded Kristy.
"Sweat mother...I sitting next to a booby vulture."
"Hey watch it. I brought you breakfast you know."
Chris looked at his watch.
"I'll wait outside. I'm sure it won't take long for the word to spread that once you say, you're sorry, that the Breast Snatcher will return the goods." He said as she dragged his chair to the outside hall. "It's going to be a long day."
Chris's prediction quickly became true. By the time lunch rolled around, the line lead all the way out into the commons. It seemed that girls from all parts of the campus showed up. Melanie opened her door and smiled as she watched the parade. Chris didn't have time to enjoy the comical setting. He had to play the role of watchmen. No one could see Grace unless he said so. He even had to defuse a couple of tense situations at the end of the line as girls worried that their missing titties would be gone by the time they had their turn. It took the rest of the day, but everyone saw Grace, said they were sorry, and went home happy. Some were happier than others because they seemed to leave with more than they lost. At the end of the day every single person that was ever rude, disrespectful, or down right bitchy to Grace showed up- everyone but one person, Rachel. It was two weeks later that Rachel dropped out of college and was never seen again.
"You know, its funny. I think everyone came back to see me but Rachel. And now she's gone." Stated Grace. She looked at her feet, and she was grateful to be back to her flat, A (cup), self.
"You know I'm glad everything turned out all right. Grace with big hooters was nice, but it was only a matter of time before the novelty would wear off. Me I prefer bootie." Chris slyly stated as she pinched Grace's butt. Grace quickly snatched his hand and wrestled him to the bed. Kristy rolled her eyes
"You're surprised." Kristy asked as she watched Grace pin Chris in some exaggerated wrestling hold "You beat her, humbled her, and stripped her of all her friends. She is completely defeated, and you sent her away forever."
"No way, no one could be that stubborn." Grace panted as she released her grip. Chris quickly got off the bed and looked at Grace with mock fear. She rolled her eyes and continued her observation. "But even if she did see me, I'm afraid I'm all out. Some left with more than they lost."
Chris seemed to ponder.
"I'm not too sure. Once the word got out that if you gave a really good apology, you could leave with much more than you started with. I even think some girls came back twice, but I couldn't prove it. It seemed that everyone left with exactly the size that they wanted."
Grace eyes grew wide as she realized the implications.
"So that means..." Grace whispered. Kristy too realized what had happened and her eyes lit up in mad glee.
"That means you're not tapped out. " She said as she hunkered over and twisted her hands into a playful groping motion. "Hello super cheap boob-job. Yum, Yum, Yum." She growled in a hungry voice. She looked about the room and straightened up. "Damn this place is a mess." Kristy said as she shot a sly smile to her roommate. "Here let me do you a favor. Sit back and relax. I'll take care of this mess. Damn, it's at least I could do. " She giggled. She reached under her shirt and undid her bra. She turned around and looked at both of them before licking her lips and rubbing her boobies.
"Oh god. Chris keep her away from me." Grace said with mock fear.
"Don't worry. If she gets too big all she has to do is be a little mean to you and everything will equal out." Kristy's eyes grew wide as the comment ended her admiration of her new size.
"Hey, that's right. Oh man. Its time to get real big, super big."
"I sense an ulterior motive. I'd bet you'd love to see her get too big so she has to dump some cleavage back to me, Mister! Who are you trying to fool? You must have loved it when I was big!" Grace howled in mock rage.
"I pleaded the fifth."
Grace let out a sigh as she pondered how much her life had changed.
"You know this is going to make my life complicated."
"Oh I don't know. Just hang out with flat chested women." Replied Chris. He tried to dodge the hardback copy of Watership Down but he wasn't fast enough.
"Ooww!"
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