As Robyn returned to her bag after cheerleeding practice, she realized how thristy she was, so she reached for her water bottle to get a drink. But as she reached out for it, she slipped and fell right on her face, spilling her water bottle all over. And there, right in front of her eyes, was the source of her fall, a small bottle labeled "wishing pills." Robyn grabbed the pills and stood up holding her back. "Oww, my poor back." Robyn whined as she read the instructions on the bottle claiming that any wish would come true if made immediately prior to swallowing a pill.

"Magic pills, eh?" Robyn said as she continued to rub her back. She was so tired of all the back pain and harassment her DD-cup breasts seemed to bring her. It was alright in principle to be the shapely, blonde high school cheerleading captain but sometimes she wished things were different. Noting that there were several pills in the bottle, she said, "Oh, i'm so sick of being the object of every perverts affection. And I,m definitly tired of every ugly girl being jealous of me. Well, maybe these pills can help. Let's see... take one pill, make a wish, and ingest, sounds simpile enough. Here goes nothing, "" I wish I was less attractive."' Robyn said as she swallowed the pill and walked to her car.

Robyn returned home very tired. She goes straight to bed and dreams that her breasts swell up until they almost rip her shirt. She also dreams that no one pays attention to her and she has no friends. As her tit's grow in her dream, she is weighed down by them. As she wakes up the next morning, she feels all tingly in her chest area. When she opens her eyes, she sees that her breasts are enormous to the point of hideousness, flabby, sagging, covered in stretch marks. They are at leat 90 pounds each. Robyn tried to get out bed. But, she felt dizzy and couldn't move any part of her body. "I should be still dreaming," she thought. Soon, she fell into sleep again. In dream, her monstrous tits began to spill milk. First, they were just spots on her shirt, then they became thick streams. Her enormous tits were slowly shrinking as each milk splash. Robyn moaned with erotic sensations again and again... Finally Robyn waked in smell of milk. "God, what's the heck strange dream." Of course, she thrust hand to her chest, then shrieked. "No! This can't be happened." She run into the bath room and pulled off her shirt. She looked her reflection in horror. Her perfect D-cup tits were gone. She rubbed frantically her now tiny and saggy A-cup breasts. She lost not only perfect tits but also ALL of fat flesh. The mirror reflects her now bony hip and rib bones mercilessly. She is now unsightly scarecrow. "God! No! This isn't me! I'm beautiful"

Robyn collapsed and began to sob. After long time, she pulled herself and remembered strange bottle of Magic Pills. She didn't know who put the bottle there, but she didn't have any other choice. Robyn wished, "Dear pill, I wish I had my beautiful old body back, and that I had lots and lots of friends and was really REALLY popular!", Robyn popped the pill. Her fat flesh and a lot of well toned muscle returned. Not too toned, just the right amount jiggle and bounce to her ass. Her breasts then began to grow.

Robyn watched as she grew from an A cup, to a B, to a C, and cupped her breasts in her hand, "Wow! A LOT more sensative!", she thought, and giggled. "What!? I never giggle!", she jumped to her feet and saw her reflection in her mirror. She was the perfect cheerleader. She had large breasts, a beautiful body and a perfect face, a lot more beautiful than before!

Then her room began to change, her wallpaper, dresser and all the other stuff changed from sensible greys and blues to various shades of yellow and shocking pink. "Oh no!", thought Robyn, not believing her eyes. Her clothes in her open wardrobe changed from conservative attire to racy and adventurous items, low cut blouses, short skirts and similar stuff.

"Hang on a minute, if was is really me, wont everyone be jealous of the beautiful, bright, busty femme fatale?", she thought, then it struck her. She remembered the most popular girl in school, also one of the prettiest, and the bustiest, had been turned away from the cheerleading squad because she couldn't remember the moves!

In short, her room had transformed itself from the room of an intelligent, articulate girl, into that of a bimbo. "Oh shit!", exclaimed Robyn, as she scrabbled for her desk, "my books, I gotta get them outta here, they'll get changed too!", Robyn moved for her books, and noticed that her coordination was a little off. Her breasts brushed against the chair at her desk as she looked at the books. They were still changing.

She sat down, amazed at this wonderfully interesting process, after al she could just wish for all her old attributes back, right?

She flicked through the pages and scanned the comments, and her work. She stopped at one page and watched the comment on one long essay she had written on the Wall Street Crash changing slowly.

"Excellent essay, good structure, ..."

"Good effort, "

"Must try harder, read up first"

Then the essay stopped having a comment for a while and was simply marked with a tick.

Robyn waited a couple of minutes while the tick simply stayed there, and realised that she was daydreaming, and was more than a little more horny than usual. She looked back at the book and the comment was back, she giggled happily, excited, and put her finger to the comment to read it. Reading was a little difficult now, "I never read with my finger", she said out loud to herself.

"NOT ... A ... CAR .... ACCIDENT!!!", she read out loud, and giggled, not realising the significance of the comment, and dropped the book on the floor.

Robyn then decided to ... wish to be even more popular, especially with the boys, and grow real big titties so all those nice boys can hve a lot of fun *giggle*

Robyn suddenly was dressed. She looked down, and saw that the pill had changer her clothing as well as all of her room. "School clothes aren't sexy enuff", she thought. Robyn giggled happily as she bent over to take the pills. "I'm gonna have the biggist tittees", she thought to herself. For some reason, she felt a little dizzy, and quite horny, and very excited. "I wanna be a happie, bouncie, sexie sluttie with the biggist tittees!! *giggle* Cos all I need to be able to do rite is fuck!!!! School is sooo boring!!!" she squealed, not thinking of the consequences.

Robyn looked at the pill, made a wish, and popped it into her mouth!

She put the top back on the bottle and put it on top of her bed side cabinet. Nothing happened for a while. "Oh." she announced, disappointed, in her new, higher voice.

She wandered over to her desk and got out her school books. For some reason, it took her a little while to stand up properly and go to her desk. It was like she was a little drunk. She giggled, and started singing the theme to a kids TV show, "La lala lala *giggle* lala". She wouldn't be able to go to sleep after that little bout of excitement so she may as well do some maths. She looked through her bag, and took out the text book, and her homework diary.

She took out her English book, and opened it. Pouting in concentration, she thought, "This isn't math ...", going back into the bag, she accidentally knocked it onto the floor. Thankfully it did not make much of a noise and not much stuff came out. She giggled, and reached for her maths exercise and text book.

She opened the diary and looked at all the entries in their respective squares. It took a while to focus on the writing, and she was getting a little double vision. When she did focus, she found that she had to concentrate hard just to read it, and even then slowly. "Thurs - day ... no, next page ... Fri - day .. Math - page .... I's soo tired ... OOH!", she began to fall asleep at the desk when something startled her.

She looked down, and found that her breasts were a little bigger than D's, more like F's and were pressing against her arms. Was there something funny about the seat? She stood up, and looked in the mirror.

Her ass was a little bigger, as were her boobs. She giggled again and bounced up and down. "the pill thingy is working!" she exclaimed, excitedly, and began to feel a little more horny, and yet more dizzy. She felt a warm, sticky wetness between her legs, and removed her soaked panties, letting them flop on the floor with a quiet, wet thud.

"I'm real wet", she giggled dizzily. By this time her breasts had grown to about a G. Her shirt was straining with their pressure. "I gonna bust outta my shirt!", she watched as a shirt button popped off her new chest.

She turned to one side. "My ass!", she slapped her hands down upon her buttocks, which jiggled more than her old breasts would have. She was being turned on be her new body, and sat down on the floor. She felt her pussy. She couldn't see it over her new breasts, but it felt different. Smoother. She put in a finger, it slid straight in, and gave her no satisfation at all. "No fair!" she said, as another two buttons flew off her shirt, exposing 7 more inches of cleavage.

Not thinking to take off her shirt, which was holding breasts that were being pressed down to the top of her ribcage and still growing, she puts in another finger. Again, nothing. She puts in her hand, and that slides in easily, but does give her a little satisfation. She arches her back, pushing her new breasts up into the air and squeals as she feels her fingers squiggle around inside her. She shifts on her ass which slides her back and forth a bit on her new tush. She lays back and begins to fuck herself with her hand, causing her near-spherical globes to bounce back and forth.

She begins to slide her hand, in and out of her pussy, getting juice all over the floor. Her shirt ripped open totally at this point, allowing her breasts to flop right down to her naval, and cover part of the floor. She begins to moan and gently bite her lip, as she reaches orgasm. "I gotta cum, I gotta cum", she repeats to herself.

She clenches her hand into a fist. Now lubricated, her pussy accepts her fist a lot more easily, as she pumps herself as fast as she can. Her breasts finally stop growing, almost perfectly round, resting on the floor either side of her, but with most of the weight on top of her, bouncing back and forth as she fucks her new shaven pussy with her fist. "Uhhh Uhhh .. gotta .. cum", she repeats as her nears orgasm.

Faster and faster she pounds herself, until she explodes in the most powerful orgasm she has ever had. She tries to get up. "my big tits heavi", she giggles, and leans up at the mirror.

Looking back at her with a vacant look on her pouting face, and legs spread wide, is an erotic cartoon of a woman. Blue eyed, with long, frizzy platinum - blonde hair that cascades from her head down to either side of her body. Cherry red lips that appear to have been stung by a whole swarm of bees, a small, cute upturned nose, the face of a little girl. Her body appears to be a little smaller with shorter legs, and her pussy ...

Robyn leaned back a little to lift her breasts out of the way of her pussy to have a look, it sure felt a lot bigger down there! "I feel so dizzi", Robyn giggled, and put her hands back on the floor, retaining her balance. She caught her breath and gently lifted her mammoth breasts again. She caught a glimpse of glistening, bare pink flesh, before her legs flew into the air, her breasts landed on her face, and she collapsed into a jiggling, giggling mess on the floor. "hehehehehehe - hehehehehe!", she giggled as her legs landed back on the floor, falling naturally well apart from eachother! Poor Robyn!

As Robyn was able to finally get back to her feet, every part of her new sexy body jiggled and shook with her effort, and noticed that there was still one last pill left. Normally, Robyn would have thought of the consequences and and would exercise more caution. However, the new bimbo Robyn only lived for pleasure never thinking of the consequences, much less knowing what it meant.

At this point Robyn�s breasts were about an HH cup and very, very full by most people�s standards, but Robyn frowned thinking theses were like only having a D cup to her. Bigger bobbies will make me even more popular and sexy! she thought and without another thought (surprise!) she reached for the last pill swallowing it almost greedily, and began to wish out loud. "I wanna be more sexier and hot" she said to herself, and waited for the pill to take effect.

Again she felt the tingling sensation in her chest and cooed and giggled very loudly when she felt these changes happening. She laid on the bed as her tits went from an HH cup to a II cup, her nipples were now about two inches long while her aureloae while nearly 9 inches wide. Robyn's skin was also becoming much more creamy, softer, and smoother than it was before Her breasts were now reaching their finishing point as they stopped swelling when attaining a JJ cup. However, Robyn's breasts had taken on the characteristic of keeping a held up effect so that they would not sag and look ugly.

Robyn giggled jiggling her ample breasts as she struggled to her feet she sat on the corner of her bed noticing that as she bent down several inches that her breasts touched her legs and bush. "Hehehehehehe, I so busty and hot, men and women will suck and fuck me dry all the time!" Robyn said in her high ditzy voice. Robyn had now become the hottest, horniest, sexiest, most ample nympho alive and she was only 5'3" (she was previously around 5'8" as normal Robyn before taking any pills.

As Robyn finally made it to her feet she began to walk to her desk noticing that the school books and papers were now changed into big bust porno mags and pictures of other beautiful women. Her pencils were gone also and in their place was an assortment of different shaped dildos and vibrators that were immense and very thick, the only kind that could give Robyn�s new enlarged cunt pleasure. She also noticed that her room had a different smell to it, almost a mixture of sexy perfumes, raging female hormones, and smell of cum noting that this girl juiced herself (and by others) quite a bit.

All of her clothes had changed too, her shoes were now five inch high heels, meant for her to show all parts of her body to every passerby. Her pants and shorts were now micro mini skirts and high cut daisy dukes, meant to show her beautiful curvy tush, her shirts and tops were now XXXXXL (even then two sizes too small) shirts, small tank tops that barley even concealed her aureolae and always perky nipples. One noticeable item was the fact that Robyn had no underwear what so ever, no panties, g-strings, bras, nighties, feminine boxers, anything. She only slept in the nude and hated wearing any undergarments that would obstruct others from seeing her endowments and sweet snatch.

Robyn reached to grab one of the numerous XXX magazines on her desk in order to oggle at the sexy women photos (hey, Robyn was a sex crazed nympho now, she liked dick and pussy) when her long hard nipple lightly brushed against one of the oversized dildos. Immediately, she began to tremble violently as body waved with orgasm after orgasm. Her body shock and her breasts jiggled as her heavy breathing increased. "oh OH OH, gonna cum yessssssss!" Robyn exclaimed through frantic puffs of breath. Her legs were already becoming wet and sticky from the enormous amount of juices she shot from her huge slit. Finally Robyn exploded in the most powerful orgasm her body had ever felt, "OHHHHHHHHHH GOD!!!" she screamed!

When she was able to gain her senses back she saw that her legs were soaked from hot sticky cum and that she had shot out what seemed to be a gallon of jizz all over the ground. "Oh boy, I so sexy I cum harder than any other person," she giggled. Robyn decided that she should see what had happened to her purse and walked with a bounce to the nightstand where it sat. Inside were a numerous amount of condoms, lubricants, birth control pills, large boobie tassels, guys and girls phone numbers, and a few sex toys in case she was horny outside of her house.

Robyn was then able to locate her driver's license and saw a her picture was that of bubbly blonde bimbo with an almost empty stupidity to her eyes as she smiled in the photo. She also noticed her name and took a minute to read it aloud "Caan Cann Deee, Mownds. Candee Mownds!" (actually it was spelled but Candi Mounds, but you get the picture). Robyn giggled as she repeated her name and bounced in triumph as she realized her new name. Robyn the pretty high school cheerleader no longer existed, she was now Candi, the petite over endowed sexpot bimbo.

Candi got up and tugged off her skirt and what remained of her blouse, and giggled. She wasn't sure what was funny, and that made her giggle again! She really wasn't sure what to do next. "Errrhh....h.", she said to herself, trying her hardest to think straight, "I need a shower".

Sure enough, the bathroom was an en-suite, and she headed straight for it. There was a note left by someone on the mirror, signed, "Traci". Candi couldnt read it, Traci was smart and used a lot of long words. This thought made Candi giggle to herself some more. Giggling made her feel great, the way her shoulders would shake and make her big boobies jiggle!

Candi looked in the mirror. "I'm so pretty", she said to herself. She turned to one side and admired the way her massive tits stood out feet away from her belly button, and the way her huge ass contrasted her tiny waist. She giggled and watched it all wobble! She shook her shoulders a little and grabbed at her swaying melons, giggling inanely.

She then noticed that her cunt had started to ache, as if it needed to be stretched continuously. She moaned and put her hand between her legs and squeezed her legs together, trying to stay off another orgasm while she was standing up, it was coming and she knew it. She spread her legs, but found it difficult to retrieve her hand, whenever she stopped touching her clit the ache would come back and it was beginning to get painful.

She rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed one of the bigger dildoes, 13" long and 4 inches in diameter. She plunged it into her cunt and fell onto her bed. Rolling back on her titties then onto her generous ass, she pounded the dildo in and out of her cunt, grinding it around, trying to stretch herself. Her big ass thrust her pelvis into the air and her huge tits held her down onto the bed while lolling back and forth on the covers to her sides, her left nipple being cruelly groped and twisted by her hand.

Frantically she managed to get the whole dildo in up to the base, cumming again and again, but the ache was still there. While still cumming, she managed to slide a hand in above the dildo, stretching herself inside she managed to form a fist and pulled out the dildo and fist together. This had stretched her a little and her cunt lay slightly open as she collapsed back on the bed, dropping the dildo to her side.

She stopped for a while then decided to have a go at having a shower again. By now she was covered in love juice, and so was the bed and floor. She looked round at the mess, giggling stupidly. Getting up off the bed, she took her dildo to the bathroom with her in case her cunt wanted a little fun in the shower.

Candi turned the shower on and began to work the dildo in and out of her cunt with one hand while soaping her huge tits with the other. "I a high horny pussy!!" she exclaimed and then giggled.

The dildo was making her feel full and satisfied. "Maybe I can be fuller," she thought, her brow furrowed in concentration. Then she knew what to do! She was so proud of thinking of what to do that she kissed her nipples a few times to celebrate and then with all the force she could muster, jammed the bar of soap straight up her butt.

It was the best ever! It was like the soap was almost touching the head of the dildo. "This is sooooo cool," she thought to herself. And then an orgasm crashed over her...

When Traci minced into her and Candi's bathroom, there was her best friend, a towel wrapped around her wet hair standing in front of the bathroom mirror tonguing her right nipple while pressing her clit with the hand that wasn't holding her breast to her mouth.

"Traci, help me," Candi pleaded, "I think I got something big stuck up my ass."

"Who cares, silly!" Traci said simply. She strode over to her friend and kissed her deeply. Both women were lost for a few minutes in a sloppy embrace of mutual caressing and slow french kissing.

"We're late for shopping at the mall," Traci explained to her friend. "Let's get you dressed. We've got a busy day."

Of course, it took the sluts over an hour to get dressed. Clothes would be put on and then somehow come off. And then, when they were both dressed, Candi had to eat out Traci's pussy to thank her for all the help.

Hand in hand, they headed down to the street and Traci hailed a cab.

Fifteen minutes later (just enough time for Candi to give Traci head one more time), the taxi dropped them at the local mall.

The pair ended up wearing matching pink hot pants and specially designed tube tops that supported their ridiculously large breasts while showing enough cleavage to have any man on his knees, begging for a fuck.

Candi looked down at her tits, fascinated with them, and giggled happily. Traci simply smiled and led her off into the mall. The first stop was at

Traci had been planning to take Candi to a new clothing store that featured specialty items like all-rubber outfits, crotchless panties and special tops for women with enhanced breasts. However, when they exited the taxi hand in hand, Candi's eyes were immediately drawn to a store across the street in a seedier mini-mall.

The store sported a large neon sign emblazoned with the words "Adults-Only Boutique." Candi nibbled and licked her roommate's earlobe, whispering "Can we go to the store across the street? My ass and cunt really want to go." Feeling her nipples pucker and tingle as a little more blood rushed into their already-bloated form, she added with a giggle, "My titties want to too."

"I dunno Candi," Traci said coyly, "we did come to buy clothes."

For all eyes to see, Traci slipped one of her long-nailed hands down the front of Traci's hot pants. A moment later, Traci squealed and Candi withdrew her hand, slick with her best friend's juices.

Licking her hand voraciously, Candi said, "C'mon hunny. Your pussy wants to go too."

Realizing that Candi had made a valid point, Traci led her little friend by the hand across to the so-called boutique.

A bell jangled as the two sluts entered the boutique, a cramped store, narrowed than the sign which advertized it. The bell was unnecessary. The proprietor was transfixed by the vision infront of him: two women, probably between 5'3" and 5'7" with enormous (HH cup??) breasts barely held in check by their tiny pink tube tops which displayed not only vast cleavage but bullet-hard nipples poking out of the fabric, to say nothing of their slutty makeup and pink hotpants. The two were tittering and giggling as they entered, their cleavage jiggling along with the breathy sounds emmanating from them. They were holding hands.

The owner watched, mesmerized, as the two sluts wandered around the store, stopping in each of the loosely-partitioned sections. He noticed, with pleasure, that when one or the other became too focused on a potential purchase, the other would get her friend's attention by cupping her cunt from behind, squeezing her nipple, licking her earlobe or, if all else failed, putting her hand down the front of her friend's shorts.

By the time they had finished browsing, each had an armload of stuff.

"Hi mister," said Traci, the couple's spokesperson, "we want all of this cool stuff."

Wow, thought the proprietor, these girls certainly have diverse tastes.

First, he rang through the magazines which fell into all four of the categories his store carried, in roughly equal quantities -- lesbian magazines, gay male porn, straight porn and a fairly good smattering of popular fetishes. He had to grab a particularly salacious lesbian centrefold spread away from Candi to ring it through the machine. Traci similarly became a little too engrossed in a vivid pictorial of three men anally penetrating eachother.

Next, there were the dildos, strap-ons, vibrators and butt plugs. Fortunately, due to their packaging, the sluts had not managed to get into those before reaching the register. If they had, he imagined tearing them away from the girls would have been more challenging than ringing the magazines through.

Next, were the videos. Again, they seemed to sample every genre of video the store carried.

The largest section of the purchase, however, was from the least popular section, one that he had often thought of discontinuing. These were the snake-oil of the porn industry. It looked as though the sluts had bought every possible cream, gel or pill the store had to offer -- everything from breast enlargement cream to alleged aphrodesiacs to chemicals claiming to make erections larger and longer-lasting.

It took awhile to ring everything through. The process of ringing up and bagging everything took quite some time. Fortunately, the women were entertained. He heard the occasional gasp from them as they flipped through the magazines. He wondered if they were fingering themselves (or eachother) below the counter.

"That will be $3841.86," he finally said.

One of the sluts (he thought her friend had called her Traci) extracted a Platinum American Express card from her cleavage and handed it to him. He could feel the sweat on the card.

After the card had validated, he spoke to the girls (somehow the term seemed more appropriate than "women," regardless of their age). "Sayyy... girls, would you like to come to a party tonight?"

"Will there be boys there? I like boys... they make me all slippery," said the other one.

"Yes there will."

"Yes please!" they both squealed in unison.

"Good," said the proprietor, "I've put an invitation in your bag with the bill. I'll see you tonight."

Once outside the store, they looked at the invitation. It advertized a "private party" starting that night at midnight at one of the city's strip clubs.

Traci stuffed all the butt plugs and dildoes into the bags, the repeated action causing her HH cups to wobble and bounce merrily. The shorter Candi simply stared into space, daydreaming about nothing and twirling a hair round her finger, she giggled a little, causing her perfectly round globes to tremor slightly.

Traci checked for messages on her mobile phone, there were none, so she slapped Candi's big jiggly ass and the two left for home. Candi's tits were about three the size of Traci's and caused her a lot of problems. Standing up was tiring for her so when the pair made it back to the cab, Candi simply napped for a while.

Traci took stock of everything that had been bought.

Stretching Cream - 'will give the user the urge to stretch the vagina every time she masturbates'

This was what Traci had slipped onto Candi's pussy every night for the last week, and it was working.

Breast Expansion Pills, Breast Expansion Cream, Breast Expansion Gel, etc.

Traci had been putting a little concoction of these in Candi's Diet Pepsi, her shampoo, everywhere she could ever since the pair had met. Candi didnt know why she had been growing, and was too dumb to do anything about it like ask a doctor. Anyhow, she seemed to enjoy it, and Traci had heard the squeals of excitement from the bathroom whenever Candi looked in the mirror. The creams also stopped Candi's ludicrous breasts from sagging.

This stuff looked fake but worked a treat. Candi's hips were now twice as wide as when Traci had met her, and meant that there was a wider limit to how wide her pussy could stretch eventually. How they changed bone structure with a cream was with a special growth hormone that worked only on certain bones.

The Dildoes

Candi had chosen most of these. Traci noticed one there had a warning on it. "Do not use, to be bought for novelty purposes only", she could see why, it was 8 inches across and 24 inches long and filled the whole bag. and poked out the top. Candi would be able to take that in about 6 weeks time at the rate she was being stretched.

The ache in her cunt was beginning to bother her again now and Traci noticed her moan in her sleep. Traci watched Candi sleep for a while, how her light blonde hair bounced in the breeze from the cab window, how her breasts were held off her lap by her massive bra - like tube top. "Your so beautiful, Candi", Traci said while stoking her hair gently. Traci considered what she was going to do with Candi.

She consoled herself, after all, a girl like Candi probably wouldnt mind having tits big enough to prevent her from standing up. Why would she ever want to stand up again, the little nympho. Once Traci had grown Candi to that massive size, she'd never lose her. Also, the money she was getting for the video sales wasnt bad either.

The cab stopped with a jerk and candi flopped forward, plunging her face into her own cleavage. She giggled happily. "Come on Candi, we have to get ready" Candi replied by hiding her face in her own boobs, giggling inanely. Traci lost patience and grabbed Candi by the arm and pulled her out of the cab.

"Right, boobs for brains, you're gonna help me in with our shopping"

Once the girls were inside, Traci put the stove on and started to prepare dinner, Candi started ripping open

Once the girls were inside, Traci put the stove on and started to prepare dinner, Candi started ripping open one of the fetish magazines -- the one she had been concentrating on (if the term "concentrate" could be used in connection with Candi) at the so-called boutique.

While Traci prepared dinner -- and for the girls outing later that evening, Candi tried to find the magazine. This was a little difficult as each magazine seemed so very stimulating to her. She really wished her pants weren't so tight because every time she found something interesting to look at, she needed to play with herself again, which was hard in such tight pants. Only one hand would fit down the front. The other one had to go down the back -- and sometimes it didn't make it to the rear entrance of her pussy for a while because her bubble butt and its extremely sensitive anus distracted her. Sometimes, she found herself finger-fucking her ass by mistake; only a total bimbo slut could do that, she would think to herself and then collapse into intoxicating giggles.

But by the time dinner was finished, Candi had found what she was looking for. Traci was helping her to get ready for the party by the time she was able to remember what she'd seen in the magazine at the same time as the two were in the same room. Candi was bent over the kitchen table giggling hysterically while Traci was extracting the bar of soap Candi had left in her ass earlier in the day when she remembered what she'd seen. That was tough. Few things were funnier than losing something up your ass and forgetting about it.

"Um Traci," Candi said, mustering all the seriousness she could, "how come we don't do the thingee in the magazine? It looks so cool."

"What thing?" Traci asked, intrigued.

"From the magazine," Candi said. Traci doesn't pay attention, Candi thought to herself. "You know. The thing that looks so cool 'n' sexy. Ya know. Sometimes I think you might be as ditzy as me!" Candi found herself laughing. That's a good one, she thought, as ditzy as me!

The conversation paused as the bar of soap was removed. It left Candi feeling empty.

"Okay. Now, Candi, show me what magazine you were talking about," Traci really wanted to know. Candi was not one for having ideas of her own.

"I wasn't talking silly. I was squeezing soap out my ass," Candi replied. Her roommate could be so dense, she reflected, lucky I find ditzsluts so sexy, she thought to herself.

It took another hour to find the magazine again. Traci and Candi kept getting distracted. Reading the magazines together was even tougher. Especially once Traci undid Candi's shorts for her and took off her top. But eventually, they were able to find the most efficient way to read the magazines: Traci lay on her back with her head at the foot of the bed. Candi lay on top, with her pussy on Traci's face. Traci's tits, mammoth in their own right were adjusted so that her nipples didn't fall off to the sides. Having hard nipples poking into her tummy made Candi feel extra sexy. Traci spread her legs wide and the pile of magazines was placed between her legs. That way, Candi could flip through the magazines while Traci ate her out and Candi's vast tits helped to prop her head up so she wouldn't get too lost tonguing between Traci's legs. When she got bored, she could reciprocate by eating Traci out. After her second orgasm in this position, Candi exclaimed, "Reading is so cool and wet and horny. I could do it all day.

Then Candi found it! "Here it is," she exclaimed with glee. She held aloft the magazine and sat up. Suddenly, Traci found her head enveloped by Candi's enormous ass and stretched cunt. She couldn't breathe. As Traci struggled, her inadvertent stimulation of Candi's ass and cunt became more intense. If Candi hadn't fallen onto the floor screaming "I'm cumming" while staring into the magazine, Traci might have died from lack of oxygen.

As it was, when Traci had regained her breath, she found Candi, her left fist thrust between her legs masturbating again while staring into a magazine on the floor next to her. She was giggling to herself, repeating, "I fell down."

The magazine was a special fetish publication which featured huge-assed girls, lying face down while being fucked in the ass by another woman wearing a strap on dildo. "How come you never fuck me this way?" Candi asked, pointing to one of the pictures.

"Like I already told you honey," Traci explained, her hand traveling unbidden to her engorged clitoris as she spoke, "that's what dykes do. We're not dykes. We're good straight girls who just have to fool around sometimes because there's no man for us. You know how sometimes we don't touch eachother, we just look at eachother while we each play with our dildos -- that proves we're not dykes. Dykes are yucky. We just fool around sometimes 'cause we're blondes and it's okay for blondes to do that sometimes."

Most of the convoluted explanation was lost on Candi. But she understood one thing. This was what dykes did.

As Traci dressed Candi for the party, Candi had a plan. While Traci was in the bathroom, Candi tore a page out of the magazine and lifted up her rubber mini to reveal her huge, naked bubble butt. She folded the page and inserted it a little distance between her cheeks to hide it from Candi and carry it to the party.

Candi didn't understand why she would ever fuck a man again -- unless he had tits -- now that she knew special women -- dykes -- could have big hard cocks.

Just as Candi was pulling her skirt down, Traci emerged from the bathroom. The two left the apartment hand in hand and headed down to the street to hail a cab. Fifteen minutes later, they were dropped off at the back entrance (as specified on the invitation) to the city's most notorious strip club.

They were kind of surprised (or at least Traci was -- Candi was a little too vacant to be surprised by anything) to discover that they were the only people to be approaching the back door. But the door quickly opened and a bouncer welcomed them. "Candi and Traci, right?" he asked.

"Yah," Traci said. "How come we had to come to the back door?"

"Norm told me to waive the cover for you two. It's forty bucks for everyone else."

"How come it's so expensive?" Traci asked. She said come, Candi thought, and began to knead her tits through the tiny rubber top which held them at bay.

"Stick out your tongues," the bouncer replied.

Both sluts immediately did so. He placed a small pill on each girl's tongue which quickly dissolved.

"Okay, head on in. And have a great time," he said as they retracted their tongues, disappointed that there was no sexual purpose to the exercise. They then stepped into the club.

Immediately, both girls began feeling strange.

Traci started to feel real funny. Crazy thoughts were coming into her head. I'm wearing clothes. I need to be naked. My titties need to be...naked. I gotta get rid of these. Titties..pussy..ass...naked big ass... Traci began taking off her clothes. With each garment removed she felt weirder and weirder. It felt like her tits were glowing. She giggled. "Glowy titties..heehee," she said.

Candi was also affected by the mysterious pill. She wanted to fly. She turned to a boy standing next to her and exclaimed, "I wanna fly. I can do it...fucking fly...cause I have a butt...big butt...BUTTerfly.. I'm a butterfly ...teehee.."

Traci was now gloriously naked. Her eyes were bright with happiness and she had a large smile across her face. Shit, I feel good...fucking great!! My titties ...everyone loves my fat tits...They need to be sucked. Traci found a guy by himself and plastered her fleshy body against him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she looked up into his eyes. She almost got lost in their deep blue color. Pressing herself against him she said, "My titties loooove yooouuu. Will you suck them, for me? I got big fat tits. Just for you..heehee." Leaning back, the guy settled into a nearby chair. Traci sat on his lap facing him, her tits thrust into his face. "Suck and fuck...Suck my titties...fucky fuck..heehee."

"It's so cool," Candi thought, looking down on all the tiny people.

She had been flying up above the party for quite some time when she noticed another person flying next to her. It was a man. But it was confusing: was he small and nearby or big and very far away.

He spoke to her: "Miss, you've been standing on that chair for about half an hour. Are you OK?"

"I'm just flying," Candi said. She flapped her arms. It was just for show. She knew it was her big round titties and big bubble ass that were keeping her up so high.

The man placed her in a fireman's lift and pulled her down from the chair. Slung over his shoulder, she watched as she came in to land, hurtling past all those people faster and faster as she got closer and closer to the ground. And there she was, on the ground, looking up at a huge red sky. The horizon looked strange. Big rocks were rising out of it far away. Are those my tits? she wondered.

Candi lay on the waterbed. It took her a moment to realize someone else was also lying on it.

Candy was staring at the boy lying next to her. She was pulling at her clothes like she wanted to take them off but had forgotten how. She smiled warmly at the boy and giggled, "Teehee..Whaaaaat's yooour naaaame?" She continued to try to strip.

"Sam, what's yours sweetheart?" he inquired.

"Hahaaa,..I forgot..heehee...I dooon't remember a lot of stuff..teehee. I'm a butterfly and butterflies are stupid and silly..heehee. I'm silly." The guy looked very handsome to her. Gotta get naked..can 't flyyyy until I'm naked, she thought.

Candy finally managed to get her clothes off. She sat up. She shook her tits and Sam. He likes my boobies. She looked down at her large breasts. To Candy, they appeared to stick out, defying gravity. They also seemed to have circular stripes surrounding her nipples. She wiggled them and giggled. She looked over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of her ass. Her round bubble butt also seemed to have those stripes also. I need a stinger..heehee..big ass stinger, she mused. She turned her ass towards Sam and reached back with her hands to spread her round firm cheeks. "I need a stinger, Baby. Give my ass your big stinger," she urged. She pressed her ass against his crotch.

Sam got her out of the bed and walked her over to a small private room. Too many spectators. Candy was giggling and swaying her ass back and forth as they walked. "I'm gonna have a big 'ol stinger up my ass..heeheehee..cock stinger..I'm gonna feel real good and flyyyyyyy, heehee."

When they reached the room, Sam removed his clothes. Candy rushed towards him and knocked him down on the floor. Sam was now on his back with Candy on top. She twisted around so her luscious ass and plump pussy were above his face.

"Eat my honey, Baby," she giggled. "My pussy gots lots of honey. I flew and flew so I would have lots of Honey for you..heehee"

Give Candi her stinger in the ass.

Candi scooted forward until her large bubble ass was poised over Sam's dick. She grabbed his hard cock and slowly inserted it into her ass. She moaned and giggled. Candi began to bounce on his dick.

I'm a bee...a bumble bee.., she thought. Abeeeeautiful girl getting ....getting..fucked!

Candi grabbed her big breasts. She noticed that they jiggled with each bounce on Sam's cock. "Heehee, I'm a tittie bee. My titties are jiggly, wheeee," she announced. She looked over her shoulder down towards Sam. Smiling happily, she said," My ass is eating your cock, heeheee. You like my big ass? Eat you cock 'till you cum. Cum,cum,cumcummm," she sang.

Sam was having the time of his life. This beautiful chick had just waltzed into his life and now he was getting to ass fuck her, and she was really digging it. She seemed awfully doped up, but what the fuck!

Candi was grinding against his lap. She stretched out her arms and began to flap her arms like wings. "I wanna get higher. Your cock is making me high, but I wanna get really high...really high..teehee, " she sing-songed.

"Hey, Babe. Look on the table," suggested Sam. He felt he could take a small break in the action to get her even higher, if that's what she wanted.

Candi looked at the small side table. on it were some more pills which Candi took before wandering off.

Meanwhile, Traci had been having her own adventure since Candi had been picked up by that guy.

"High," Traci continued, "make me really high. I so high but I gotta get higher."

"I've got just what you need," a nearby man said. He led her by the hand through a curtain into one of a series of rooms off the main party room. A bouncer who stood guard at the curtain waved them through. Inside was obviously this fellow's private room.

There were three other girls there, in various stages of undress. One, a thin, small-breasted brunette was completely undressed. The two blondes were in different stages of undress. One wore nothing but a half-cup bra while the other's mammoth chest was exposed while a smart pin-striped blue business skirt extended from her waist to her knees.

All three were standing over a long glass table taking turns doing a line from the dozens of strips of white powder laid out there. The lines were a mixture of esctasy, cocaine and a special ingredient purchased for the party from a notorious chemist. All three girls were quite excited. While one girl did a line, the other two would tap their feet impatiently and grope eachother.

"Traci," the man said, "I'd like you to meet my friends."

"Hi," Traci said, drinking in the erotic spectacle before her.

"Marianne," the man said, "why don't you introduce yourself to Traci." The nude girl walked quickly yet unsteadily to Traci and stuck her tongue into Traci's mouth as her hands cupped Traci's ample ass. A finger slid into Traci's cunt from behind.

Marianne began to speak, "It's just like so great! I mean so fucking great! You're so pretty! And you're here to get high with us! You know what we do when we're high? We fuck! I mean fucking is the best. The very best! Fucking! Fucking! Oh shit! I lost my train of thought! I lost it in my ass! Check out Caitlin's ass! I mean it's like huge! Huge! A huge fucking ass! That's Caitlin there getting high right now! We're all getting high! Isn't coke just the best thing in the world!? I think it is! You ever done lines while being fucked from behind!? That's totally the best! I mean they call Monique there a coke whore! Like she does too much coke! Crazy! I have to tell you: I'm feeling really crazy! Really crazy like this is all making me hot! I mean you might, like say it's totally the blow! But it's more! More! I mean you're special: like I'm feeling your twat right now and I just know it's special! Shit! I've lost my train of thought again... is it in my twat?! Oh shit! What was I saying?"

She headed back to the table and snorted another line. There was an uncomfortable silence. Traci looked at the other girls, waiting their turn. They were kissing. She thought she'd better talk: "I sometimes think I have two pussies. Do you know what I mean?"

There was another silence and then they all began to laugh. Soon, all four sluts were laughing hysterically, rolling around on the floor. After the gales of laughter died down, Marianne led Traci to the table where she did her first line of the night.

Traci had done coke before, but wasnt a total addict like these sluts. She sat with them and did a couple of lines. She started getting that 'psyched' feeling that coke users know and love.

Then Candi came in. The bouncer announced, "Everyone, this is Candi".

The girls were speechless. Since meeting Traci, Candi had performed many different types of sex, but drugs on the whole were new to her. With her trademark 'lost kitten' look on her face, she asked, "What're you doing?"

Ignoring the quiestion, Marianne rushed up and began to kiss Candi strongly, pressing her face into hers. The look of shock on Candi's face slowly turned to one of lust as the taller Marianne guided her to the large couch.

Candi wrapped her arms around her tits, completely enveloping Marianne. The two were lost in lust.

Marianne's hands roved over Candi's body as Traci took her place at the table and began snorting copious amounts of the MDMA-cocaine-unknown ingredient mix. Candi caught a glimpse of Traci snorting coke from off Caitlin's tailbone as she rimmed the girl's asshole.

Exploring Candi's enormous, spherical ass, Marianne suddenly found a piece of paper. While her left hand continued towards its objective of inserting a couple of fingers into Candi's ass, she looked at the page in her right hand. "Ohmy God! Oh my God! Candi this picture is totally the best! It is so fucking great! Girls, check this out!"

Caitlin's rim job was interrupted as the five girls now crowded around the table to look at the picture from the lesbian bondage mag, depicting a girl face-down with her hands tied and a beautiful, enormous ass which was being savagely penetrated by a large black strap-on dildo worn by an enormous-breasted slut.

Looking at the picture, Caitlin was clearly the most impressed and aroused. She began to speak to Candi, "I just love anal! Do you know what I mean? I really feel like I'm connecting here! I mean it just says so much that this was in your ass! Your ass! Your fucking ass! I love the look of that ass! I want to strap one on and fuck your ass red! I mean the in-out-in-out-in-out! I mean it's all fucking there! You see how we're all coming together. I mean I don't know you two! But it's like I do! I mean should have know you because of your perfect ass! It's bigger than mine! Bigger than mine!" Caitlin paused to insert four fingers into her recently-licked asshole.

"So, let's get started!" said Caitlin, producing a pair of strap-on devices from a nearby table.

Caitlin lay Candi on the floor and straddled her, and proceeded to put on the strap on. Sensing what was coming next, Candi scraped the floor with her nails and found her clit with her other hand.

She tensed as Caitlin slid into her for the first time, "Shit Candi, your ass is so tight I guess Traci doesnt fuck you much here huh? I guess this is .. " Candi wasnt concentrating on Caitlin's coke powered chatter, and was simply enjoying the sensation of being impaled while sliding back and forth on her huge beachball sized tits.

Candi came, as Caitlin lubricated her strap on some more and began to thrust faster. "Take it, Take it, Take my dick up your ass, Take it, ... ", Caitlin repeated as she thrust again and agin into Candi, "You slut, you whore, take my big cock!", Candi didnt hear any of this, she was in heaven, being used like this really turned her on.

"I'm coming again!" yelled Candi into a cunt which had appeared infront of her face. The cunt was pretty. She tried to reach it with her tongue.

The cunt belonged to Traci who, unbeknownst to Candi had been talking to the other girls. "Watching her get buttfucked -- it's more exciting that I thought! I mean it's so perfect! She just like the ultimate total slut! Her tits turn me on so much! And it's just so cool watching someone drill my slut up the ass! I mean her ass is so fucking soft and great and pretty! I wish she had nipples on it!"

Candi shrieked in orgasm again as Caitlin pulled out.

"Come back. I feel so empty," Candi whined as one of her hands migrated from her clit and began inserting fingers into her asshole.

"We're going to do something else now baby," Caitlin said.

"We're going to put one of these on you so you can fuck Traci," Caitlin said.

Candi whined, "My ass and pussy feel so empty, what am I gonna do?" Sara got up and inserted a large buttplug up Candi's ass and a biggish dildo up her pussy. "Will that do for now?", she asked.

Candi had come already from these intrusions and didnt answer, preferring to shift her ass from side to side enjoying the sensations she was getting from the two large objects.

Traci took the initiative and picked up another dildo and forcibly rammed it up Candi's already stuffed cunt. This took her off guard and she came hard and long, squealing loudly. While she was in spasm so to speak, Traci took the opportunity to tightly do up the strap on and lie down on the mat.

Candi just stood there squealing for a couple of seconds as the long, incredibly pleasurable orgasm died down. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee yeah oh yeah, oh yeah oh god that was good", Candi then noticed Traci lying impatiently on the floor.

She mounted Traci and started the slide the lubricated rod into her ass. Traci moaned as the sensation of having her ass stretched hit her.

Candi began to feel very, very strange. First, it was a good kind of strange: she began to feel lighter and more athletic. It gave her energy to keep fucking Traci with the strap-on. But then her ass and pussy began to hurt. They felt like they were bursting. Then she began to notice other things: the strap-on was loosening -- her hips had narrowed. Her hips were getting smaller but worst of all, Robyn began to think again.

This morning, she had had a very bad dream and taken a pill (maybe it was more than one). Now, she looked around in horror to see herself in a room full of coke whores, fucking one of them in the ass with a huge strap-on dildo. She was starting to remember other things: wishes, an uncomfortably placed bar of soap, the sweet, salty taste of vaginal secretions...

Why had the pills suddenly worn off? And what the hell was she going to do now?

"Looks like you're having a hard time," Caitlin said, "why don't you come over here and have some blow?"

And with that, the dildoes were forced out of Robyn's pussy and lay in the now quite large gap between her strap on holder and her hips. They fell to the floor.

Robyn then decided to take Caitlin up on her offer and sat with her as Traci, confused sat up and looked around. It was as if Candi had never existed and these naked women were simply enjoying some drugs in a room somewhere in town. Robyn then bacame very much aware as she sat down with Caitlin, that she was still naked, but she watched as Candi's clothes lying on the floor shifted and morphed back into more suitable attire for Robyn.

Of course, Robyn had had blow before. Not wanting to get totally stoned, she shared a couple of puffs with the women and glancing at her watch that had mysteriously appeared on her wrist, she noticed that it was a Friday night. Her parents would be expecting her to stay out anyway.

Robyn makes her excuses and leaves, only to find a full bottle of pills back in her room

Robyn was feeling very uncomfortable. Back as her old self, she became uncomfortably aware of her heterosexuality. Frankly, she was slightly repelled by these women, especially Traci who seemed to be some kind of crazed nymphomaniac.

Not wanting to arouse too much suspicion, she did indeed do a couple of lines with the girls before making her excuses and heading home. Robyn was already in the cab before the effects of the drugs began to take hold. This potent cocaine was laced with MDMA, as well as some other, less popular synthetics designed to put women in the right mood for the party she had fled.

As a result, by the time she was back in her room, she quickly tore off her clothes and began to masturbate more vigorously than she had in her entire life. Lying on her bed in the afterglow of her first orgasm, she thought briefly about what a mistake she had just made: those women were gorgeous -- especially Traci. What kind of fool had she just been. Vivid images of group sex scenes involving the four women danced before her eyes. She couldn't believe how silly she had been: there was nothing more exciting or attractive than an incredibly-horny, stoned huge-breasted slut -- and she had just left four of them back at the party.

Just as she began to focus back on her own vagina, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye: the bottle of pills! Why was it full again? Maybe the wishes only last until midnight every night when everything resets. Oh goody! she thought, I won't have to worry about wishing responsibly. She popped a pill into her mouth and made a new wish:

"I wish I could have all the fun that I had as Candi but still be myself and go to school."

Robyn felt the familiar sense of diziness as she had experienced as before. Yet it seemed different from the last time. Instead of her body taking the shape of Candi's, it remained the way it currently looked. Robyn thought that the pills were defective and decided that nothing had changed yet something was not right. Robyn decided that what she could use right about now was a nice shower.

Maybe it was still the drugs in her system but Robyn really enjoyed the shower. As she soaped her already-moist cunt, her mind drifted back to the scene from the party. But somehow, it seemed different.

Too horny to be seriously puzzled, Robyn still found it slightly perplexing. But as she remembered the night, she realized that it must just be the after-effects of the powder. After all, she was usually pretty fucked-up after the cheer squad's standard Friday night coke orgy.

She had been going every week since she joined the squad. That boy, Billy Nordman, from her english class had made about $600 million on some special software she had invented. But Robyn and her big-titted, horny clique of nymphos didn't care about that. They just went to do lines and fuck eachother for the entertainment of the men present.

Robyn knew that she was failing again but she didn't care. Eventually, they were going to let her pass tenth grade and until then, she could just fuck and suck her friends. After all, that was what life was about.

Caitlin, Traci and Marianne understood that too. Sure, the other girls called them sluts behind their back and often to their faces but who cared. Robyn and her friends were the most popular girls in school.