Sweater Problems
                                                            by
                                                  Neb the Destroyer

     The sweater in question was purple.  It was one of those think ones that looked like it was
knitted but really machine manufactured.  I remember it rather clearly.  It was in some clearance
sale over the summer, Joy and I were digging through a pile of discounted clothing when she
pulled it out. Asking, "Hey Kelly do you think this looks good." It was eighty in the shade
and any cold temperature was months away.  It blew my mind that she would even think about
anything that would possible make her warmer.  Well she bought it and since of course it was
way to hot during the summer she didn't wear it until it became cold.

     The fall was a bit different.  Guess what, like every other fall it was cold. Well one Saturday
night while the leaves were falling, Joy convinced me that we should have a girls night out.  So
we go see a late showing of some dumb movie.  You know the type, overpaid actors, bad
writing, plot lines that have been done to death, too much advertising, etc.  She wore that purple
sweater, paints she had "borrowed" from me for an indefinite time, and sneakers.  Now Joy as a
whole is attractive enough that if I was a guy I would give her a second look, she's one of those
standard thin brunette archetypes in my mind.  Then of course you couldn't see her at all in the
darkened theater.

     The move tanked real bad and was grumbling about spending over seven
dollars for this crap.  I was about to make some remark to and turned me to Joy when I
stopped in mid sentence and saw that things in her sweater two huge lumps in it.  Joy looked
like she had stuffed two bowling balls in her bra.  She looked at me gawking and asked
accusingly, "What?"  "What's in you shirt," I replied in disbelief.  Imagine if you will, being a
good looking young woman and looking down and instead of seeing the floor like you had your
entire life.  Surprise, your bust has swollen to freakish proportions.

 Reflexively she grabbed her buxom, the two colossal melons mashed together.  Joy
gave a cry of alarm.  She let go and her cleavage bound free, pulling the neck of the sweeter
forward, looked down, and gave another cry of alarm.  "Oh my Gawd," she cried running,
rather wobbling, towards the door, "we have to go!"  Joy grabbed my arm as she passed me,
her right tit slammed into my solar plexus.  So them I was being pulled out into the parking lot
gasping for air while Joy is dragging me frantically looking for the car.

 "Here drive," she indicated the driver's seat though the open door, but all I could do
was lean up against the car trying to get some air.  For the next minute or so while I was
recovering, Joy felt and looked at her attributes in half light, giving a stressed whimpering softy.
Felling better now I asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"  "NO,"  her  answer rattled the mirrors , "
nobody can see me like this!"  Good thing we saw the late showing I guess, few
people where their.  Even less to pay attention.  Joy's voice was now reaching a shrieks I
dawdled," Take me home!"

 Naturally we got in and started the car and left the theater parking lot.  Was we were
cursing along I started to mull about this crisis when Joy shouted out.  She had gone quiet the
last few minutes and now the dam burst, "You can't take me home, my parents are there!"
"So..", I was responding and she cut me off, "Go to your place, nobodys there."  True, so I reset
my course and headed for my home.  After a few minutes my curiosity took hold I and asked
her polite, non sexual way perverts, " Can I see your breasts?"

 "What!" She looked at me like I had just fallen of the back of an alien spaceship.  "Well
I want to know what's causing your ,um, growth."  I watched a she thought about it for a
moment.  I don't think she had really accepted in her mind that those breasts were hers, because
she stated to pull her sweater up.  Her two pales globes shimmered in the moon light, they were
huge.  Beyond what any normal woman would have ever grown, tipped by nipples that were
thinker then my thumb and just as long.  "Damn," I muttered and asked the obvious, " what
happened to your shirt?"  "I don't know," she answered pitifully, "it was gone when I looked
down the sweater, so's my bra."  

 I pulled into my drive way and turned the engine off.  Mom was off at some convention
for the week so the house was empty. Joy scurried out of the car like a small animal and through
the door.  Do you think spontaneously growing huge breasts would freak a person out?  Well
by the time a entered the house she was all ready closing the door to the bathroom behind her.

 As I walked up to the bathroom door I heard my friend give a shrike.  "What
happened," I shouted to the door.  A moment passed and the door opened slightly and Joy
stuck her head out, her face was flush.  "I was, um, feeling around," her face turned even more
scarlet," and, um, something squirted out."  " That's lactation, your breasts are filled with milk?"
She stood their shuffling her feet with embarrassment.  "How did they get like this," continuing
my questioning.  "I think it was maybe the sweater," Joy responded weakly.

 "Now why do you think that is the cause," the sharp tone of my voice rang out.  She
looked down and muttered, "This didn't happen until I put it on."  "I say it's an just an overdoses
of hormones," I responded frustrated at the crisis.  Her anger started to flow to the surface,"
Really, you want to try the sweater on!"  "And get big breasts!?!"  She pointed a finger at me
and said," Exactly!"

 About an hour later I was sitting on the couch when Joy walked in.  She had a towel
wrapped around her chest, bust now reduced to its previous size.  "What happened," I asked
about this reversal of  fortune.  Her skin was flush and I could see sweat drying on her brow.  "
I squeezed all the fluid out," her vice tinged with happiness and relief," isn't this great."  "Sure," I
muttered in reply.  We really didn't discuss it much that night,  Joy called home and said she was
staying her for the night.

 Eventually late in the night Amy fell asleep on my couch.  I had gone too bed but
couldn't sleep.  Kept thinking about what had happened.  How could her breasts grown so big?
What caused it?  What happened to her clothes?  Deep down I knew and it was causing me
anxiety.  Magic doesn't exist, but Amy just didn't have enough MASS to have breasts like that
form.  Plus they were filled with milk.  Pregnant woman lactate, which Amy wasn't, and they
don't inflate spontaneously either.  It had to be that sweater, I was sure it was. It must have
supernatural effects on women, or at least Joy.  Then I thought why don't I try it out.

 It surprised me when I was swarmed with a felling of being "sexual excited" at the
thought of this. Predictable for sure, I got out of bed and went towards the bathroom.  I entered
and turned on the light.  It laid flat in the center of the linoleum floor.  I locked the door behind
me and took off my night shirt, no need not to be cautious.  I slipped the wool fabric over my
head and tugged it down.  Nothing seamed to happen for the longest time.

 My eyes hurt, like when they know you should be asleep.  Still I kept starring at my
chest in the mirror.  Maybe this was just stupid, but wait!  They seem so slightly larger, but
damn.   This sure is taking for ever....