****** WARNING ******
    This story is of an adult nature and is intended for mature and open minded readers only.  It is written to appeal in particular to specific adult interests, fetishes, and/or sexual fantasies. If you are underage, immature, narrow minded, or are in any way offended by such material, do not continue reading.  If, however, you enjoy reading about sex, breasts, growing breasts, inflation and other such strange things then I hope you will have as much fun reading this story as I have had writing it.
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Mindtrip

by Chimerian

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        Chapter One:  The Stuff of Dreams

        Kim sat on the examining table listening intently to the doctor's every word.  Most of which were medical terms and phrases which she didn't quite understand.  She knew he was saying something about risks and scar tissue and rejection and immune systems and other things that she didn't want to hear.
        "To put it simply, Miss Wilson," the doctor finally concluded, "you are just not a suitable candidate for breast augmentation surgery."
        Kim bit her lip and sat there in silence for a moment, staring down at the floor. Tears began to well up in her eyes.
        "What I would like to do, Miss wilson," the doctor finally added, "is refer you to another doctor."  Kim looked up hopefully as the doctor jotted down the info on a prescription pad. "He is an excellent psychotherapist.  I believe he can help you with your self image and can help you learn to be happy with yourself as you are."
        As Kim left the doctors office she could no longer contain herself and she burst into tears.  It was her eighteenth birthday and this was to be her birthday present to herself.  For as long as she could remember she had always wanted to have big breasts just like her mom and her older sister.  As she went through puberty she anxiously awaited day by day for her development to begin, but as all her friends around her began to blossom, disappointingly for Kim it just never happened.  By age fifteen Kim was scarcely an a-cup.  All of her friends had long since developed and were wearing the bras and bikinis and the fashions that she had longed to wear.  She had pleaded with her parents to allow her to have augmentation surgery but, being the perfect and proper middle-class parents that they were, it was an idea which they strongly opposed.  Kim knew that when she turned eighteen she no longer needed her parents permission for such a procedure, and for four long years she saved every penny she ever made doing baby-sitting and working evenings and weekends at the Burger Barn.  She worked hard through high school to keep her grades up as her parents were insistent that if her grades slipped then she would have to quit her after school jobs, and so never had much of a social life since most of her spare time was spent working, trying to earn the thousands of dollars she needed for the surgery.  Kim was so excited when she went to the doctor this morning in anticipation of the fulfillment of her dream.  Now Kim's dreams were all literally crushed flat.
        As she sat on the cross-town bus which carried her back to where she lived on the edge of town, Kim grumbled to herself. "Five thousand dollars in the bank, and for what?  Jeeze, I could have bought a car."  She thought of all the sacrifices she had made saving and working for this day.  Kim stared blankly out the window as the bus drove past the stop where she should have gotten off to return to school, as well as the bus stop that was nearest her house.  She had in mind to go to another place.
        Exiting at the next stop she walked to a wooded area not far from home. This was where she always went to sort things out. It was her own special private place where nobody ever bothered her, a little clearing in the woods where she could lie back on the grass and clear her head staring at the clouds above.  Often in the past she would lie there and imagine that in the clouds she could see shapes, shapes of large round and full breasts, growing and developing as they drifted across the summer sky.  Today the clouds seemed rather flat.
        Kim was startled from her thoughts by the sudden appearance of someone at the edge of the clearing.  It was a rather odd looking man who seemed to be preoccupied with searching for something in the underbrush.  He was a wearing faded jeans and a t-shirt and looked to be in his mid forties.  His greying hair was tied back in a short ponytail, making him look like a refugee from a grateful dead concert.  He muttered and occasionally chucked to himself as he now and then would pluck something from amidst the foliage and place it in a collection of baggies which he carried in a satchel at his side.  Kim approached him curiously.
        "Who are you?" Kim finally asked. "And what are you doing?
        The man paused and with one eyebrow raised he looked at Kim over the top of his wire rimmed spectacles.  After studying her for a moment he went back to his work, scrounging and searching the ground.  "Dr. Roy" he finally said.  Finding another item of particular interest he plucked it from the dirt and held it up to the light.  It was a long thin mushroom, pale pink in color and capped in golden brown. With a knowing smile he placed it carefully into a baggy with other pink mushrooms and placed it into his satchel.  "And I'm doing field research," he added.
        "I know what you're really doing," Kim finally said, feeling a bit defiant. "You're just an old hippie who's looking for some magic mushrooms just so you can get stoned."
        The man stopped his searching and sat back under a tree.  Looking at Kim squarely in the eye, he shook a dirty finger at her and scolded, "looky here smartypants, things aren't always just what they seem.  My name is Dr. Alan Roy and I'm the Professor of Mycology at the State University."  Opening the satchel he pulled out and held up a baggy containing a dark brown mushroom. "That my dear is Myocarpus vulgaris.  One bite of that and your tongue swells up like a balloon and you suffocate to death within minutes."  He held up a second baggie. "And what do you suppose this is."
        "Same thing?" Kim responded, eyeing the seemingly identical specimens.
        "Wrong!" the Dr. snapped. "This one is tonight's supper!  Sautéed in butter it is quite tasty.  My point being that things aren't always just what they seem.  You can't judge a book by its cover!"
        "Okay, okay, I get your point." Kim said apologetically.  "I'm sorry if I was too quick to judge."
        "No, problem.  Apology accepted." He replied with a wry smile.
        "So tell me," Kim asked, "What is that little pink mushroom that you seemed so pleased to find?"
        "That my dear," he said with some hesitation, "is a most rare and incredible find."  He paused and stared at the ground deep in thought.  "It is something that until today I had never seen outside of an isolated part of the Amazon.  I have been searching for years hoping to find it again.  Strange things, fungi, their spores can survive for hundreds of years and travel on the winds worldwide but they'll only grow if the conditions are just right.  So it's quite ironic that I should find it so close to home.
        Kim listened intently to the professor.  As he spoke his eyes narrowed and he stared blankly as if remembering a distant and painful memory.
        "It's a very mysterious little fungus," he continued, "similar to another group of hallucinogenic mushrooms, the 'magic mushroom' that you had mentioned, but this one is amazingly much more powerful.  This one is in a classification by itself, there's nothing else like it.  It's what some believe to be the answer to all of life's desires, the stuff  to make dreams real. They claim that it does not just alter the mind as a mere hallucinogen, but it alters all of reality. They say eating one will soothe the soul, two will open your eyes to a changing world, three will make your dreams real, eat four and..." He paused again and winced, deep in thought.  "Well,  I had better be getting back to the lab."
        "How do you know its not something that just looks the same, maybe something poisonous?"  Kim said with a slight bit of sarcasm.
        "It passes all the field tests.  Its bittersweet smell, the way it stains the fingers blue,  I'm absolutely certain that's what it is.  Besides,  there's nothing else even remotely like it in these parts."  Placing his specimens back in his satchel he said "good-bye, and have a nice day" and headed through the woods toward the road. "I'm must be off to continue my research."  Pausing for a moment, he looked back at Kim and said with a smirk, "This old hippie is gonna go home and get stoned."  He laughed as he disappeared through the trees.
        Kim walked back to her private spot chuckling to herself about the strange man. Her encounter with him was a welcome diversion from her depressed state of mind.  As she lay back down on the grass to resume her melancholy reverie, something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.  There, just within reach, hidden between a rock and tree was a small cluster of seven slender pink mushrooms. Kim reached over and picked one.  It was pink and capped in golden brown, and a slight blue color stained her fingers.  She knew right away what it was.
        Kim's first thought was to call out to the professor so that he might add these specimens of his coveted magic mushroom to his collection, but then she had second thoughts.  "I wonder..." Kim thought to herself. "What can it hurt?  So I get a little stoned, I'm already feeling so down, it could only make me feel better"  Without giving it another thought she closed her eyes and popped it into her mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing it.

        The clouds were big and billowy, and they were happy.  Kim looked at her watch.  "Twenty little minutes" she muttered. "Twenty little tiny pink minutes since I ate the mushroom."  Kim was making a point to be very observant of any effects she may feel. "And still no effect," was her mental note.  Kim felt her body.  Everything felt fine, "fine indeed." She liberated the buttons on her blouse and she caressed her breasts, fingering her little pink mushroom nipples.
        "Eat twooo..." she said to herself as she reached for another. ".... for a changing world." The second one sounded so pretty as she chewed and swallowed it.  "It tastes quite blue. I wonder when they will start to work."  Kim sat up and looked at the woods around the clearing. Everything was as it should be.  The trees were pleased, the rocks were content.  Kim slipped off her shoes as they were tired and needed a rest.  She caressed her breasts again and thought of her dream. "Time to make it real," she said as she reached for the third mushroom.  It tasted like April and went down like rain.
        Kim finger painted in the sky as she lay in the grass, swirling the clouds around with her fingertips making them into big round mammaries.  She looked up into the mirror and watched herself as she caressed her blossoming breasts.  She could feel them swelling in her hands, becoming full and round. "You know, I think I'm finally feeling some effect, " was her sudden realization.
        Sitting upright, Kim shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. "Got to keep control!" she sternly told herself.  "This isn't real!"  ...For a moment the world became flat again, the air was silent and sky was still and for that moment the world hurt.
        "I'm sorry," Kim said. "I didn't mean to do that to you... I guess it's okay."  She took a deep breath and as she exhaled the world sighed, and everything grew soft and happy again. "Just go with the flow," she thought to herself.  Kim's breasts swelled again soft and full in her hands like bread dough rising between her fingers.  Kim was delighted at the effect.  Then she heard the tiny voice of the last four mushrooms between the rock and the tree calling to her.  "I know you need me, and reality needs us.  Together we will make it right."  As she swallowed the four of them they giggled all the way down.
        Her body tingled as she became one with the world around her.  Kim slipped out of her clothes to set them free, her belt slithered off through the grass, her pants went for a walk.  She held her hand to the tree and the tree kissed it.  The rocks bowed before her, and the flowers revered her.  "I truly am the master of reality, what did it ever do without me?  And my breasts!  They're so big and soft and full, and I can feel them growing even bigger."  Kim sat down on a soft rock and studied her slowly expanding bosom.  "Maybe they're getting too big?" she pondered.  "But then, bigger is better.  Bigger than anybody ever imagined, that's what I really want."  Sliding her hands over the soft flesh she had to ask herself, "Is this really real or just an illusion."
        The tingling sensation in her body increased, and its sound grew louder like the ocean in her ears.  The sky began to spin, the trees and the rocks whirled around leaving trails of rainbows. The clearing in which she sat became a roller coaster.  Kim grew dizzy and closed her eyes.  She held on to her swollen breasts and hugged them close hanging on waiting for the ride to be over.  Her ears thundered as she fell into a spinning vortex of color and sound.  "The mushrooms!, I ate too many," Kim moaned. "The effect must be peaking.  Oooh... when will it end?"  She held on to her bosom and the ride continued for what seemed a millennium.

        The afternoon sun was warm on her shoulders, a light breeze rustled gently through the trees, the world seemed very still.  Kim lifted her head and looked around.  "Its over," she thought to herself.  The trees were just ordinary trees, the rocks were just plain rocks. "Everything is normal again."  Then she realized just what she was holding in her arms. Kim gasped.  "My breasts!  They're... so huge!"  Her breasts were the size of watermelons.  She caressed them, sliding her hands over their surface, surveying their size.  Kim had to ask herself again, "am I still dreaming?  This cant be real."  Kim stood up and became aware of just how heavy her breasts had become.  She arched her back and stretched, the air smelled fresh and the dizziness was gone, her head was clear, and everything seemed definitely real.
        Kim spent a long while examining herself, giggling with delight as she fondled and played with her new boobs.  She jumped up and down and watched them bounce and jiggle. The sensations were new and exciting.  Her nipples had become very sensitive and as she gave them a firm squeeze, a shiver of intense pleasure swept over her body.  Her breasts tingled, and to her surprise they began to swell.  "Oh, my!" Kim gasped.  Letting go of her nipples the swelling stopped.  He breasts were noticeably much bigger and fuller, and now seemed even more sensitive.   Kim ran a finger around each nipple, somewhat hesitant to squeeze them but wanting to again feel that wonderful wave of pleasure.  Placing a hand over each nipple she grasped them firmly and held on.  Intense pleasure swept over her shooting from her nipples down to her clitoris.  Kim dropped to her knees and shuddered as the sensations swept her to orgasm.  Her breasts again began to swell and Kim still hung on.  Increasing pleasure swept over her in waves sending her from orgasm to orgasm.  Her breasts continued to grow bigger and bigger.  Kim now lay forward on her breasts like two huge pink pillows, her arms outstretched still firmly holding her nipples.  Her breasts continued to rapidly expand, and Kim could no longer keep her grasp. Letting go, her breasts bounced forward jiggling like two massive water balloons on the ground.
         As Kim lay forward on her bosom panting and resting, her breasts still continued their rapid expansion.  Finally the tingling and the sensations faded and the growth seemed to stop. Kim opened her eyes and gazed across the sea of flesh that stretched out before her.  She couldn't believe her eyes.  Kim tried to move but found herself pinned by her massive chest.  Her struggling only sent waves rippling across her breasts.
        Kim was confused.  She didn't know what to do.  She was unable to move, and there was no one around to help her.  What would become of her?  Kim buried her face in her vast cleavage and wept.

        The clouds seemed soft and gentle as they drifted across the evening sky, Kim blinked and sat up feeling dazed.  Gazing around, the world seemed quite normal.  Clutching her chest she found nothing.  Kim finally realized "it was all just a dream, a hallucination."  The sun was setting and it was starting to get dark.
        Kim gathered her clothes which were strewn around her and put them on.  She was relieved that none of it was real, but at the same time she was somewhat disappointed.  Kim touched her chest.  "They felt so real," she thought to herself with a heavy sigh.  Kim took one last look around the quite normal clearing before heading home.  Then in the dimming light she thought she noticed something.  The grass in the middle of the clearing seemed to be compressed, flattened down in the shape of two large ovals, perhaps twenty feet across.  Kim wasn't sure, maybe the evening shadows were just playing tricks.
        As Kim walked home she again felt the flatness of her chest.  Perhaps it was her imagination but she thought she felt a slight swelling, and her nipples felt like tiny pink mushrooms.
 

Chapter Two:    Birthday Surprises

        Kim opened the front door as quietly as she could.  She was hoping to be able to make it up the stairs and to her room without her parents realizing she was home.  They didn't know she had taken a day off from school to go to the doctor, and she wasn't in any mood to engage in any conversation about "how was your day?".
        "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes," came her mom's voice from the kitchen as Kim tip-toed up the stairs.
        "Uh... I'll be right down.  Just as soon as I uh... freshen up, okay?" Kim responded.  "She doesn't miss a thing," Kim grumbled to herself.
        Kim locked her bedroom door, took off her blouse and studied herself in the bedroom mirror.  She looked none the worse for her experiences of the day.  No one, not even Mom, would ever suspect a thing.  Kim examined her breasts.  Nothing was different.  They looked and felt the same as they always have.  Kim sighed with an unsure disappointment.  After washing her face, she stood brushing her hair in the bathroom mirror.  Then she noticed something strange, her breasts started to swell before her eyes as she watched her image in the mirror.  Swiftly they expanded to the size of grapefruits.  Kim dropped her hairbrush, looked down at herself, and grabbed her chest... and found nothing.  She was still as flat chested as she ever.  Her image in the mirror again was normal.  Kim rubbed her eyes and shook her head, "just my imagination, I guess."
        Kim quickly dressed and hurried downstairs to the dining room.  "Happy Birthday" her family cried out.  The lights were dimmed and the room was illuminated with the glow of eighteen flickering candles on a chocolate cake.  As she blew out the candles she made the same silent wish she had made every year for as long as she could remember... big boobs.
        "Were having your favorite for dinner," her little brother said excitedly, "pepperoni pizza with mushrooms!"
        Kim smiled.  This was the first food she had eaten all day, and she was actually quite hungry.  As she reached for her third slice of pizza Kim noticed something different about her mom that she hadn't noticed before.  Her mom seemed to be a bit bustier than usual.  She had always been a c-cup but tonight for some reason she seemed to be more like a d- or maybe even a double-d.  In fact her sister also seemed more busty.  As Kim watched them both she began to realize that their breasts were growing even bigger by the minute.  But her mom and her sis seemed oblivious that anything was happening.  Her father and brother too seemed totally unaware of anything.  Kim paused and stared at them wide-eyed.  Both of them now looked like the Dolly Parton twins, with breasts so big they were practically resting on the table.  And everyone was still eating and chatting as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.  Moms blouse was stretching tight and was gaping between the buttons as her bosom expanded to nearly the size of volleyballs.  Sis's tee shirt was tightening and thinning and her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.  Both of them were now having to reach over and around their breasts and continued to eat their dinner as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Suddenly one of the buttons popped off of moms blouse and it flew across the table and hit dad squarely on the nose.
        "Oops... I'm sorry." Mom said.
        "No problem."  Dad replied, returning to his meal.
        Sis's t-shirt suddenly ripped open spilling her watermelon sized breasts full onto the table.  She wiped a little spot of sauce off her left breast with her napkin and resumed her eating.
Kim gazed with amazement at scene in front of her.  "This it totally absurd," she thought to herself,  "I can't believe this could be happening and everyone is completely oblivious."
        "Kim, dear," Mom said. "I think you need more breast."
        "What?" Kim responded, not quite sure she was hearing right.  Kim shook her head and opened her eyes.
        Everyone and everything at the table was back to normal, and everyone was looking at Kim.
        "I said, I think you need more rest." Mom repeated. "Look at you, you're practically falling asleep at the table.
        Kim was dumbfounded.  Everyone at the table was staring at her as if she were the one who was acting strange.  Feeling a bit queasy she excused herself and went to her room.
        "What's happening to me?" Kim moaned as she locked her bedroom door and lay back on her bed rubbing her eyes. "It must be the mushrooms, still playing tricks on my head.  Oh, when is this going to wear off?"

        The soft white clouds drifted across the evening sky.  A gentle breeze rustled through the trees.  Kim sat up and looked around, and was confused to find herself back in the clearing in the woods.  "I must have been dreaming."  Looking around her she found everything to be looking quite normal.  Feeling her breasts, they too were the same as they always had been.
        Kim sat for a moment collecting her thoughts.  She listened to the sound of the wind hissing through the trees, and then realized that the sound she was hearing wasn't actually coming from the trees, it was coming from... herself!  Kim looked down at her body to locate the source of the sound.  "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed as she felt her chest.  "I'm blowing up!  I'm... filling with ...air!"  Kim clutched her expanding bosom as if to try to restrain their growth.  Her breasts were ballooning rapidly.  Her blouse quickly tightened over her bulging bustline.  One by one her buttons popped away her breasts burst free, but instead of jiggling downward to rest in her lap, they wobbled weightlessly upward.
        Kim reached around her expanding boobs and pulled them downward.  But they soon became too big to hold and they slipped from her grasp and bobbed upward.  They were now the size of beachballs and still continued to inflate.  Kim felt as if they were pulling her upward.  "This cant be real,"  Kim moaned.  The next thing she knew she felt herself being lifted.  Kim struggled to keep her footing on the ground but soon found herself bouncing lightly on her tip toes.  As her breasts continued to inflate, each now exceeding five feet in diameter, she was lifted totally off the ground and began to drift upward.  Kim reached out and managed to grab hold of a tree branch, trying to keep herself from floating away.  But as her bosom continued to balloon, the branch slipped through her finger leaving her just a handful of leaves.
        Kim was now at the mercy of the evening breeze.  Slowly she rose upward through the trees.  Kim's arms and legs flailed aimlessly as she hung helplessly beneath the two enormous pink balloons attached to her chest.  Looking back over her shoulder she could see the ground receding below in the dim evening light.  As she cleared the top of the trees the surrounding countryside came into view.  Kim tried to think of what she could possibly do.  It was getting dark and it was getting unlikely that anyone would be able to see and rescue her.  On the other hand Kim was perhaps relieved that no one might see her in such an embarrassing situation.  As she rapidly rose higher and higher Kim could see her house and her neighborhood as well as the rest of the city grow smaller and smaller below.
        "This isn't real," Kim told herself. "Its just a hallucination.  Any moment now I'll wake up and everything will be ok.  So just relax, and don't get excited.  I should just go with the flow and enjoy the ride, I'll wake up and it will be over soon enough."
        Kim had by now risen several thousand feet in the night sky.  Below her Kim could see the entire county.  She was able to pick out many familiar city streets and rivers and landforms.  Kim was amazed that her hallucination could have so much detail.  As she rose above the clouds the air was still and silent. The hissing of her inflating bosom had ceased.  Kim studied her breasts in the pale moonlight.  Reaching up as far as she could, she found that her breasts were soft and pillowy, not hard and tightly inflated.  By pressing repeatedly into the sides of her breasts she found that she could get her breasts to bounce together, sending quivering waves billowing over their surface.  The sensation was rather pleasant.  Kim continued the motion until her breasts were bouncing together rather vigorously, increasing the sensation further.
        Suddenly kim heard the hissing again, only now it was much louder.  Her breasts were deflating.  She could feel a fluttering sensation as air was rapidly exiting by way of her nipples.  Kim began to fall.  Her breasts shrank rapidly.  As her nipples came within reach she tried to grasp them to try to stop the exiting air, but it was to no avail.  Kim plummeted toward the earth below.  Passing quickly through the clouds she could see the city and the streets and the houses  rapidly drawing closer.  She could see herself heading toward the roof of a house that looked like her own.  Kim closed her eyes and held her breath.

        The impact wasn't quite as bad as she expected, though it did seem to knock the wind our of her.  She lay there trying to catch her breath.  Opening her eyes she found herself lying on the floor of her bedroom,  the sun streaming through the curtains.  Kim looked at the clock, it was morning and she had just enough time to make it to school.  "What a dream!" Kim pondered as she showered and got ready.  "It was so vivid and so real."
 

Chapter Three:   School Daze

        The bus ride to school gave her some time to sit and think and sort out the events of the last twenty-four hours.  She wondered if she was yet free from the effects of the mushrooms.  The hallucinations had all been so real, and she wondered if they were over or if they were going to continue.  It was hard for her to tell the difference between what was real and what wasn't.  Kim decided that she had to try to keep a grip on reality, and if anything really strange happens to just play it cool and wait for the hallucination to stop.  The last thing she wanted was to be hauled off to the nut house.  Kim also noticed that all of her hallucinations centered around breasts.  It seemed that the delusions drew from her subconscious and from her fondest desires in particular.  Kim thought she knew now what Dr. Roy meant about this mushroom being the "stuff to make dreams real".
        The morning went without incident, and Kim was relieved that the hallucinations seemed to have stopped.  In her P.E. class kim kept to herself as usual.  The other girls always seemed to make it a point to walk around the locker room topless just so they could bounce and jiggle and otherwise flaunt their assets.  Running a hand over her featureless chest she thought about her delusions, and how nice it felt when her breasts were so big.  How she so intently wished that her bosom were just even slightly bigger than it was.
        Kim sat in her history class staring out the window as the teacher droned on with another boring lecture.  There was only a few school days left until graduation and nobody really had their mind on schoolwork.  In fact, for the seniors, finals were over and there was really no good reason why they had to endure these last few days except for the threat of being denied attending the graduation dance, or even the graduation ceremony itself, if they chose to ditch school.
        "Am I boring you, Kim?" the teacher snipped, seeing her lack of interest.
        "Sorry, Ms. Jensen," Kim replied sheepishly. "I'll try to pay more attention."
        Kim actually liked Ms. Jenson quite a bit.  She thought she was quite pretty, even though she was as flat chested as herself.  But today as Kim watched her she noticed something a little different.  At first she thought she must have been wearing a padded bra, but it became evident that the teacher was becoming more busty by the minute.  "Oh, no," Kim groaned to herself. "Here we go again."   Knowing that it was just another hallucination Kim decided to just sit and stay cool and pretend nothing was happening.
        As the teacher's breasts slowly grew she looked around the room to see if anyone was noticing.  Nobody reacted.  The teacher too showed no awareness to the fact that her pink knit top was stretching over her now cantaloupe sized boobs.  Her large dark nipples were plainly visible through the fabric.   Kim was amazed at how detailed and believable the hallucination was.  As her bosom continued to expand everyone still seemed completely oblivious.  Kim rubbed her eyes, took a deep breath and looked again.  As she hoped and expected the scene before her was back to normal, and Ms. Jensen was still as flat as she ever was.
        Kim wondered again when the hallucinations were going to stop.  This was getting wearisome, always having to question reality was getting to be a drag.  Then Kim felt a strange tingling in her own bosom.  "Oh, drats," she thought.  "This is all I need now.  Keep cool, sit still, act as if nothing is happening.  It will be over soon."
        As Kim sat still trying to remain oblivious, she could feel her breasts slowly starting to expand.  Briefly glancing down she could see her blouse begin to fill out.  Kim leaned forward slightly to try to conceal what was now becoming very evident, but then she reminded herself, "it's only a delusion in my own mind, nobody else can see it.  Just relax, it will pass."
        As her breasts seemingly continued to grow her blouse began to stretch and began to gape at the buttons.  Kim glanced around to reassure herself that nobody could see what was happening.  To her surprise the boy in the seat next to her was staring at her chest wide-eyed and dumbfounded.  Kim thought perhaps his apparent awareness was maybe part of the hallucination as well, and so decided to remain calm.
        "Miss Wilson!" came the teacher's voice sharply.  "Is this your idea of some kind of a joke?"  The entire class began to guffaw and gawk as she suddenly became the center of attention.  As her now melon sized breasts strained against her blouse, one of the buttons popped and flew across the room.  As everyone laughed the teacher scolded, "I will not stand for any of this kind of nonsense in my classroom,  please take your inflatable toys and leave immediately."
        Kim was as embarrassed as she was astonished.  She quickly gathered her books and left the room hugging them against her enormous bosom.  Kim wasn't sure just what to make of the whole situation.  It was just five minutes until lunchtime and soon the halls would be filled with students.  Ducking into the girls bathroom she was amazed at the sight of the image that stood before her in the mirror.  She carefully examined herself.  This time her breasts seemed definitely real, and they were huge.  Their growth had stopped at what Kim guessed to be somewhere around about 50 inches which on her small frame was quite an armfull.  Running her hands over their surface and across her nipples she found them to be quite sensitive and she shivered with the sensation.  "How am I going to explain this?"  Kim wondered as she thought about confronting everyone in the school,  let alone her parents.  "This kind of thing just doesn't happen.  I'll be a freak."  Kim buried her face in her hands. "Oh, what do I do now?"
        Just then the bathroom doors burst open and several girls poured in.  Kim waited and expected to hear everyone's reaction at the sight of her, but to her surprise nobody seemed to notice.  Everyone  just went about their business as usual and paid no particular attention to her.  Then looking down at herself she realized, her chest was back to its normal flatness again.  Kim sighed with relief but at the same time felt a bit of disappointment. "Just another hallucination."  But then she noticed one small encouraging detail,  one button was still missing off her blouse.
        As Kim walked down the hallway she pondered the whole situation.  "Did it really happen?  Did they really grow?  Or was it just another hallucination.  Her question was answered when she entered the lunchroom and she was confronted by several of her friends with a lot of questions.
        "What did you do?  How did you get Ms. Jenson so pissed.  What's this we heard about blow up boobs?," they all jabbered.  The word had apparently gotten around school rather quickly,  and Kim suddenly found herself the center of attention for playing one of the best practical jokes in a long time.  Not quite sure just how to handle the situation, Kim decided to play dumb and not admit to anything, although she did enjoy her momentary popularity and welcomed the pats on the back and the encouraging remarks.
        By the end of the day rumors of the incident had reached just about everyone in the school.  The teacher of Kim's last class even gave her a warning that if she tried pulling any stunts in his class, her attendance at graduation would be in jeopardy.  Kim kept her eye on the clock, and was relieved when school ended without any more strange and unexpected events.  Hoping not to get cornered and questioned by any more of her schoolmates, Kim hurried out of class and down the hallway only to come face to face with Bud Jacobs.  He was the one guy that she liked and had always had her eye on in school, but she never thought that he would ever have an interest in a plain jane like her.
        "Hi, Kim!" he said.  "I was hoping I would run into you.  I heard about the stunt you pulled in Ms. Jensen's class, and from what I heard, it was pretty impressive.  I never realized you had such a wild and crazy sense of humor.
        "Well, uh... , I guess it was just something I did on crazy impulse, I guess."  Kim stammered, unsure of just what to say.
        "But I just gotta ask, how did you do it?  I mean, what did you use to make it look so realistic?
        "Uh, er... well lets just say it was kind of a magic trick I learned, and magicians never tells their secrets.
        "I suppose," Bud replied with a smile, accepting her answer for now.  "Can I walk you to the bus stop?"
        "Sure, I'd like that."  Kim replied, trying not to act too excited.  Kim had been hoping for a long time that she could get to know Bud and now it was happening.  As they walked they chatted about school and graduation and things.
        "Say, Kim," Bud finally asked.  "If you don't already have a date, would you like to go to the graduation dance thursday night with me?
        Kim smiled, and restraining the urge to shout for joy, she politely said, "why, yes, I would love to."
        The two of them quickly exchanged phone numbers and Kim boarded her bus, waving good-bye to Bud from the window as the bus pulled away.  Kim was grinning from ear to ear.  "Imagine that," Kim thought to herself.  "Me and Bud Jacobs going to the graduation dance together.  And I owe it all to... big tits."  Kim's grin turned to a frown as she felt her chest, realizing again that she was still as flat as she ever was.  Kim sat thinking about the past few days, trying to make some kind of sense out of what she had been going through.  Most of the strange events were nothing but hallucinations.  But some of the things that happened were definitely real, and her boobs really did grow in Ms. Jensen's class.  She had the whole school as witness to verify that fact.  But how did it happen?
 

        Chapter Four:   Gaining Control

        Kim was exhausted and went to bed early hoping to get a better nights sleep.  She was relieved that the rest of the day had gone without having to deal with any more strange episodes.  As she lay on the bed, Kim thought about her experiences and tried to make some sense of what has been happening to her.  It was apparent that her hallucination episodes were driven by her subconscious, and as the frequency of their occurrence seemed to be diminishing she wondered whether the effects of the mushroom were wearing off, or perhaps she was gaining more conscious control.  She thought about the possibility of being able to recall the effect at will.
        Kim closed her eyes and concentrated.  Placing her hands on her chest she closed her eyes and whispered to herself, "grow... grow bigger..."  She repeated the chant over and over to herself,  picturing in her mind her chest swelling and expanding.  Then she felt it.  Her breasts tingled slightly.  She felt the flesh of her bosom filling into her hands, becoming soft and full.  Her nipples pressed into her palms as her hands rose upward, her growing breasts pushing away from her chest.  The fabric of her nightshirt began to stretch.
        Kim shivered with excitement.  Opening her eyes she looked at herself and was amazed.  Her boobs were growing as she watched.  She felt the weight on her chest increase as her breasts became large and round.  Kim struggled to sit upright, finding that it took a little more effort to do so.  Her nightshirt was becoming tight and as she pulled it off over her head, her breasts bounced and wobbled free.  Kim sat on the edge of the bed and caressed her still swelling breasts.  Her skin was soft and warm, her nipples firm and sensitive. Kim hugged her bosom and marveled at the armful of flesh that she held.
        Her breasts were now quite large and rested full in her lap.  "Big enough," Kim concentrated and whispered to herself.  "Stop growing... stop growing."  After a moment the swelling stopped.  Kim was pleased at her apparent control of the situation.  She wondered if indeed this episode was truly real of if it was another hallucination.  Then she had an idea.  Attempting to stand up, it took a moment to center her balance.  Kim walked slowly across the room to her closet,  her enormous breasts swaying with her movements.  Rummaging through a box she found what she sought.  Her old polaroid camera, still loaded with film.  Setting it on the night stand she set the delay and pushed the button.  Standing back and lifting her breasts she smiled proudly for the camera as it buzzed and flashed.  A moment later she held in her hand her proof, a photo of herself holding breasts bigger than pumpkins.  Kim was thrilled.
        Lying back on the bed, Kim held her mammoth mounds in her arms. Closing her eyes she concentrated again,  "Smaller.... smaller."  Soon she could feel her breasts begin to shrink. The weight on her chest began to diminish.  Kim smiled, pleased at her ability to control the situation.  As Kim drifted to sleep she pondered all the possibilities.
 

        Chapter Five:   To BE or Not to BE

        The morning sun trickled through the curtains and danced across her face, waking her gently.  Kim sat up and stretched, feeling more rested and revitalized than she had felt in a long time.  Sliding her hands across her chest she felt its flatness.  "Was it a dream?" she asked herself.  Then, suddenly remembering, she reached for the photo on the night stand.  There it was in her hand, her proof, the photo of her in all her glory holding an armload of breast flesh.  "It was real, not a dream, not a hallucination.... it really happened!   And I can do it at will!"  Kim gleefully realized.
        Kim ran to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.  "Grow bigger... bigger!" she said to herself and closed her eyes in anticipation.  After a few moments she realized nothing was happening.  She reasoned that perhaps it was because her level of excitement was interfering with her concentration.  Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself and clear her mind.  Concentrating again she whispered to herself, "grow..., grow bigger."   Kim smiled as she felt them start to tingle.  She opened her eyes and watched herself in the mirror. Her breasts were growing.  This time she wanted to halt their growth a bit sooner, and when she guessed them to be about a dd-cup in size she concentrated and thought  "stop growing."  The tingling stopped.
        "Yes!" was Kim's excited yelp. "I can do it!  Just wait 'till the gang at school gets a load of these!"  Kim scurried to get dressed for school.  She tried on several outfits trying to decide what to wear only to find that nothing fit quite right.  None of her school clothes were designed to fit such a buxom build.
        Kim began to have second thoughts.  Not about having big boobs, but about sharing her treasure with the people at school.  "After all, graduation is just a few days away and most of these people I'll never see again, and I don't have really very many close friends there that I really care about.  So, who am I trying to impress?  Besides, how would I explain my sudden development?"  Thinking more sensibly of the situation Kim decided to save revealing her wondrous bosom for a later time.  She could grow her breasts gradually over the summer and her parents or anybody else who wondered about it could just chalk it up to a late hormone growth spurt or something.
        "Smaller..." she thought to herself, and her double d's slowly diminished back down the alphabet to her original double a's.  Kim quickly dressed and headed off to school.
        As Kim waited at the bus stop for the morning cross-town bus she muttered to herself, "just a few more days and I'll never have to ride this stupid bus again."  Then it dawned on her, "why wait?"  The realization of her newfound ability gave Kim a sense of confidence and daring.  "Time to make some changes," she said to herself as she boarded the bus for the last time.  Figuring she could afford to ditch another day of school without causing any problems, she remained on the bus as it passed her usual exit at the school.  Kim was thinking and scheming of all the things she wanted to do that day.  Kim closed her eyes and thought about her breasts, "grow... grow... just a little bit bigger."  She felt her bosom swell to a not too conspicuous c-cup size and stop.  "This gets easier each time I do it," she thought.
 

        Chapter Six:   Kim Wilson's Day Off

        As the bus neared the downtown area she signaled the driver to stop at the next bus stop.
        "Have a nice day" the bus driver said to her as she exited.
        Kim looked back at him and smiled and noticed that his eyes were looking at her chest as he spoke.  As the bus drove away she realized that after riding the same bus with the same driver every day for a year, that was the first time he had ever spoken to her.  "This is going to be a lot of fun," Kim thought as she walked to the downtown business district. She decided to do some window shopping while waiting for the stores to open.  Walking by the storefronts she gazed with excitement at all the summer fashions that were displayed.  Swimsuits and especially bikinis that she could never even think to wear before, she could now wear proudly.  Kim guessed that she was likely to spend a fortune on clothes.  Even though she had five thousand in the bank, she still had to think about a summer job.
        Then something caught her eye.  Tacked up on a telephone pole there was a flier.  In big bold letters it read "Striptease Amateur Night - Wednesdays".  "That's tonight," Kim realized.  Reading further she found it to be at the "Classy Lady" Gentlemen's Club on the other side of town,  and then her heart leapt when she read the last line, "First Prize - $1000.00".  Taking the flier down from the pole she carefully folded it and stuffed it into her purse.  Her plans for the day began to take shape in her mind, and she knew exactly where her first stop would be.
        As she walked briskly down the street Kim was enjoying the sensation of her breasts bouncing with each step, and she even willed her bosom to grow another two cup sizes just to increase the effect.  She was drawing stares and double takes from people she passed as she strutted proudly by with her head up and chest out.  Kim felt more confident and powerful than she had ever felt in her life.
        The "Brassiere and Corset Shoppe" was just opening as she arrived and she was the first customer to walk in the door.  Kim looked around in amazement at all the displays of so many different kinds of bras.  She had never before seen such a place, but then she had never before had any reason to ever walk into a store such as this.
        "May I help you?"  the old lady behind the counter finally said as she peered at Kim over the top of her spectacles.
        "Yes, I need to buy a bra." Kim cheerfully replied as she stuck her chest out and grinned. "In fact, I want to buy several."
        The old lady just looked at her and eyed her bulging bosom with her tight blouse gaping at the buttons and showing bare tit flesh beneath.  "Hmm, obviously you do.  What size do you wear?"
        Actually, I don't really know, I've never worn a bra before.
        With one eyebrow raised the old lady just stared at her for a moment.  "Right," she finally said.  "Then I guess we'll have to take some measurements.  If you'll step into the fitting room and remove you're blouse we can get started."
        Unbuttoning and releasing the strain on her blouse, her breasts bounced free. The old lady entered the room shortly, tape measure in hand, and paused for a moment gazing at Kim's topless form standing before her, this time with both eyebrows raised.  "I must say, my dear," the lady finally said as she proceeded with her measurements, "that for a woman of such ample endowment, your breasts are remarkably firm and well formed.
        As the lady measured and jotted down the numbers of her various dimensions, Kim mischievously decided to play with the old lady's head a bit.  Concentrating on her bosom she thought to herself, "little bit bigger."
        The old lady paused and stepped back with puzzled look on her face.  Thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her she shook her head and proceeded to re-measure, crossing out and rewriting the numbers on her pad.  A moment later she was finished and scratching her head as she studied the numbers she announced that Kim's bra size calculated out to be a 34 G-cup with an overall bust dimension of 42 inches.  "That is," she added. "unless things, uh.., change."
        The lady proceeded to show Kim an assortment of bras that were available in her size, most of which were basic white.  Kim expressed her disappointment that some of the prints and colored designs that she really liked didn't come in the larger sizes.  The old woman suggested that perhaps she might find what she desired at "Ramone's House of Erotic Fashions" just a few blocks up the street.  Kim finally decided to buy six bras which she has selected, one of each cup size ranging from C to H.  The old lady, looking at her incredulously, decided she wasn't even going to ask. Quickly paying for her purchase Kim left the store and headed to "Ramone's".
        Walking in the front door, Kim immediately knew she was in the right place.  All around the store were scantily clad mannequins dressed in an assortment of fishnet bodysuits and black leather corsets and red satin teddies with crotchless panties and many other strange and exciting items to fulfill even the most exotic sexual fantasies.   But Kim's interest was drawn to the marvelous display of bras. There were so many colors and styles and in sizes ranging up to the very very large.  Kim felt like a kid in a candy shop, and wasn't quite sure just where to begin.
        "May I have the pleasure of assisting you?" came a voice with a slight french accent.  "I am Ramone,  and welcome to my 'House of Erotic Fashion'."
        Kim turned to see a man of slender build, meticulously dressed in a rather flamboyant style.  "Why, yes," Kim responded.  "I have a few things in mind and could use some help deciding what would be best for my particular needs."  Kim told Ramone that she was contemplating breast augmentation and a career in exotic dance.  Ramone knew exactly the style and look that she had in mind.  Soon she had selected several bras, bikinis, evening dresses, and outfits with special attention given to their "stretchability" aspects.  Kim was amazed at what they could do with spandex.
        Several hundred dollars later Kim finally left the store in one of her new outfits, carrying an armload of packages.  She was wearing tight denim jeans and a black low cut top with a denim vest.  To top off the look, she was wearing a pair of heart shaped sunglasses that Ramone had tossed in for free. Kim felt as great as she looked.  As she walked her breasts bounced and jiggled.  The lacy pink bra she was wearing pushed her breasts together high on her chest creating a cleavage that was long and inviting.  Kim walked quickly to her next destination just a few blocks away.
        "Honest Ernie's Used Cars" read the sign over the showroom.  Inside, three used car salesmen were scrambling and practically knocking each other down trying to be the first outside to assist the hot looking busty brunette that was strolling around the lot looking at cars.  The winner finally emerged adjusting his tie and combing his hair.
        Kim had already found just what she was looking for.  It was a hot little red convertible, several years old but looked in pretty good shape.
        "Excellent choice, young lady.  Would you like to take it for a spin?"  The salesman said, grinning so big that his gold tooth sparkled in the sunlight.
        Kim nodded and smiled.  Soon she was zipping down the road behind the wheel.  The salesman sat beside her gripping his seat, rambling on about horsepower and mileage other car talk that Kim didn't really understand. She already knew that she wanted the car and had made her decision.  Kim did notice that as she drove the salesman's eyes were riveted on her bosom, not missing a single bounce.
        Later, back in the sales office, the salesman totaled up the numbers and gave Kim the total price.  "That comes to six thousand five hundred out the door, tax and license."  Not waiting for a sign of approval he handed Kim a pen and pushed the papers in front of her for her to sign.
        "Oooh my... let met think a minute."  Kim leaned forward to read the papers, her bosom bulging out of her low cut top even more.  As she studied the papers she sucked lightly on the end of the pen she held in her hand, intentionally sliding it slowly in and out between her full lips.
The salesman, as he sat patiently waiting for her to sign, was getting extremely excited.  His cock was bulging uncomfortably in his pants.
        "Gee," Kim finally said.  "That price is awfully high."  Leaning forward even more, Kim peered over the top of her lolita sunglasses and looked the salesman squarely in the eye.  "You could do better for little ol' me,  couldn't you?  I would be forever grateful."  With just a little concentration Kim's breasts began to swell even bigger.
        The salesman sat mesmerized at the sight before him.  He finally gulped and started to sweat.  "I think maybe we can do something to get the price down."
        Several minutes later Kim had the car keys in her hand and the salesman had a check for four thousand dollars in his.  He still sat at his desk with his mouth open, staring blankly after her as she left.
        Tossing her packages into the back seat and hopping behind the wheel of her new red convertible she zipped out of the lot and headed for the open highway to take a long ride.  Her hair blew in the breeze, and the sunlight felt warm on her bosom.  Kim felt great.  She felt more confident, more powerful, and more in control than she had ever felt in her life.
        As she sailed down the highway free and easy, she passed a big rig truck.  The driver honked and waved.  "Nice tits!" he hollered, as she sped past waving back at him.
        A while later Kim realized she was near the State University, and she thought about Dr. Roy, that funny little man that was really responsible for her new ability and for all these changes in her life.  She decided to pay him a little visit, not just to thank him but she did have a few questions about the effects of the mushrooms and whether or not her ability might diminish in time.
 

        Chapter Seven:   Dancing on the Edge

        Kim knocked on the office door and it swung slowly open.  Kim entered and looked around.  The office was cluttered with papers and boxes, the shelves filled with textbooks, jars of specimens, and many displays of dried plants and fungi.  Following the sound of someone rustling around, Kim peeked into another room and there she found Dr. Roy, busily and frantically stuffing papers into his briefcase and packing things into boxes.
        "Hello?... Dr. Roy?"  She finally said.
        Dr. Roy spun around startled and looked at Kim.  Staring at her for a moment, and then dropping his glance briefly to her chest, he turned back to his task at hand.  "I'm busy, go away."
        "Remember me?  We met a few days ago."
        "No, I've never met you.  You I would remember," he said, glancing once again at her bulging bosom.
        "We met in the woods.  You told me about the mushrooms."  Kim reminded him.
        The man stopped and looked back at her over his wire rimmed glasses, searching his memory.  "That couldn't have been you, that was a skinny little kid."
        "Wait, It was me!" I'll show you."  Kim concentrated and her bosom began to shrink and soon returned to its original flatness.
        Dr. Roy stared at her wide eyed, recognizing her and suddenly realizing at the same time.  "The mushrooms!... You didn't, did you?"  Kim nodded.  He approached her and stared closely into her eyes, first one eye then the other.  "Are you all right? How do you feel?
        "I feel fine," Kim replied, shrugging her shoulders. "In fact, I feel great.  Well, I did have a lot of weird hallucinations at first but that seems to be all gone now.  But the whole experience sort of left me with this "ability" now and wanted to ask you if this was something that would last or if it was going to go away."
        The doctor sat for a moment, scratching his chin.  Walking over to the window he peered out through the blinds at the parking lot below.  "Did anyone follow you?  Does anyone else know about the mushrooms?"
        "No, nobody knows but me."  Kim replied.  The doctor appeared a bit agitated and paced nervously back and forth, still thinking and scratching his chin.  "Is something wrong?" she added.
        "How many?"
        "How many what?"
        "Mushrooms...  How many did you eat?
        Kim thought for a moment.  "Seven" she replied.
        Dr. Roy stopped and looked at her,  "Seven?  Did you say seven?"
        Kim nodded.
        "My god!" he snapped.  "You're lucky to be even standing here now.  Tell me about your dream.  Tell me the whole experience."
        Kim recounted the events of the last few days beginning with her trip to the plastic surgeon.  Dr. Roy listened intently to every detail, and when she finished he sat for a moment deep in thought.
        "Sheer simplicity," he finally said.  "Your youth and your innocence and the sheer simplicity of your desires.  That is what saved you."
        "Saved me?   What do you mean?"  Kim asked with a concerned look.  "Saved me from what?
        "Madness," the doctor replied, "paranoia and madness.  Let me explain.  Eighteen years ago my assistant and I were doing field research in South America.  There in a small isolated village we found a medicine man who was reputed to have mystic powers.  He claimed to have received his powers from a small rare mushroom which his people called the 'golden madness'.  He also said that only the pure of heart can receive its magic, and that otherwise its power would drive a man to insanity.  My assistant, ignoring the warnings and in the interest of science decided to try it anyway.  The hallucinations drove him to suicide.  But before he killed himself I saw him do things that were unbelievable.  With the power of his mind I saw him move objects, make plants grow as well as wither and die, and even start fires."  The doctor turned and looked at Kim again closely in the eyes.  "You say you ate seven?...  My friend had only eaten four."
        "But I feel fine," Kim finally said, shrugging her shoulders.
        The doctor paced across the room and looked again out the window.  "I had sent a sample to Washington for analysis.  They found that the mushroom contains a powerful psychokinetic drug that links a persons conscious and unconscious mind to the other ninety percent of the brain that we normally don't use giving a person advanced psychokinetic abilities; the ability to make things happen with a mere thought"  Turning back to Kim he asked, "what else can you do?"
        "What else?" Kim said. "Nothing that I'm aware of.  Just... make my boobs grow, that's all."  Noticing the doctors nervousness, she finally asked.  "What's wrong?  Why are you so worried."
        "Eighteen years ago the military took a big interest in the mushroom, they decided that with such a drug they could create a secret force of soldiers with psychokinetic abilities.  They sent a team to the amazon to collect more sample... and to prevent the mushroom from falling into the 'wrong' hands.  As a result a village was destroyed and fifty square miles of rainforest were burned to the ground.  The experiments failed, all the test subjects that lived ended up institutionalized.  The attempts to synthesize the drug failed and the last remaining samples of the mushroom were lost.  That is until now.  I had contacted a 'trusted' colleague in Washington and told him of my find in the interest of legitimate research.  At least I thought I could trust him. Now I am unable to contact him."  The doctor paced again to the window, peering outside.  "I know that they know.  I know that they are going to come after me and the mushrooms.  They now have the technology to synthesize the drug but they need what I have.  I have to leave.  I have to get away."
        Kim began to realize just what was happening.  The doctor didn't seem quite right, his eyes were glassy as he stared out the window, he was acting... paranoid.  "How many?" Kim asked him.  "How many did you eat?"
        Dr. Roy looked back at her with a wry smile.  "Two," he finally said. " I thought I was playing it safe, I thought I could handle it.  So I only ate two."  He looked down at his trembling hands.  "It was quite a trip.  I've never experienced anything like it.  I had always dreamed of having telekinetic abilities, to be able to change the world with just a thought and a wave of my hand.  To restore life, to make things grow, to set all the chaos around me in order.  I thought it wasn't too much to desire... apparently it is."  The doctor walked back over to his desk.  "Watch what I can do."
        Kim watched as he stared intently at a pencil lying on his desk.  After a few minutes of intense concentration the pencil moved slightly and then rolled a few inches to one side.  The doctor fell back in his chair, exhausted, sweat dripping from his forehead.
        "What do you think? he finally said.  "Shall I pop a few more 'shrooms and enhance my abilities?  Each one multiplies ten fold, you know.  Shall I risk my sanity, or am I already dancing too close to the edge?  Shall I eat three or four, or maybe even seven?"  The doctor stood up and approached Kim.  "The answer to your question is 'no',  it won't go away.  It only gets better... or worse, depending."
        The doctor was now standing uncomfortably close to Kim now.  His burning eyes staring through her.  "Be afraid," he said.  "Be very afraid.  You're the only one who hasn't gone mad and they'll want to know why.  Don't let them find you.  Leave this place.  Forget you ever knew me.  Tell no one about any of this."
        Kim nodded and backed slowly towards the door, the doctor was starting to scare her.
        "One last time, my innocent child," the doctor asked as she retreated. "Show me what you can do.  Demonstrate your ability to me."
        Kim hesitated, but then decided there was no harm in granting his parting request.  Concentrating for a moment her breasts swelled and filled out her bra to bulging within seconds.
        The doctor laughed, "Oh the irony of it.  The power to change the world lies in the hands of a child and all she wants is big boobs."
        Kim edged to the door and made a hasty departure as the laughter of a madman echoed through the hallways.
 

        Chapter Eight:  Paybacks

        Kim sped back toward the city in her new red convertible.  Her mind wasn't on enjoying the ride, nor on teasing the truckers.  She was still thinking about her encounter with Dr. Roy.  She wondered if the things he said were true or if he was just suffering from the paranoia that he claimed the mushrooms caused.  Were there really government agents that could be looking for her or was that just the ramblings of a madman.  And if the mushrooms really did cause paranoia and madness,  why not herself?  Was she really so simpleminded that she was immune to the psychosis?  Kim wasn't sure if she should feel offended or fortunate.  She thought back over the last several years.  Were her ambitions in life truly so banal and inane.  "Perhaps he's right, the only thing I've ever really wanted in life has been big boobs, its all I ever thought about."  Kim touched herself, feeling her full soft bosom and smiled.  They felt nice, they made her feel like for the first time in her life she was a total woman.  "So what's wrong with simple desires?  Right now I'm happy, and there's nothing wrong with that."
        Putting the doubts out of her head Kim turned her thoughts to the upcoming evening.  She was putting her plan together and she was getting excited.  Glancing at her watch she figured she had some time to kill before going to the "Classy Lady" and she knew just what she was going to do.  Soon, Kim was pulling into the parking lot of the "Burger Barn", the place where she had worked two long years every evening and weekend until she had quit just a week ago when she had finally saved enough money to cover the cost of her now pointless boob job.  Kim sat in her car for a few minutes touching up her makeup and adjusting her bosom to just the right amount of bulge to give the effect she wanted.  Kim noticed how easy it was becoming to change her breast size, it was taking hardly any concentration at all,  just a mere thought of "bigger" or "smaller" was all that it took.
        Kim walked slowly into the restaurant.  Actually the word "walk" for Kim had taken on a new definition.  She found herself emphasizing her movements for maximum effect.  She wondered if anyone would recognize her.  Aside from the fact that she was wearing sunglasses, she doubted that anyone would really be looking at her face that closely.  As she stepped through the door she glanced around, curious as to whatever reactions anybody might have to her presence.  She noticed that several people sitting at the tables, guys and girls alike, paused mid bite to gawk are her as she slowly strolled over to the counter, her massive breasts swaying with each step.  One customer even yelped as his wife jabbed a sharp elbow into his ribs.
        Kim purposefully stepped to the register tended by a busty and ditzy blonde named Lori. She was the one who who Kim had always resented because their manager, Larry, had always given Kim the dirty job of tending the fryers in the back while he kept Lori at the front counter.  He reasoned that Lori's "bubbly personality" was better suited for dealing with the customers, regardless of the fact that she couldn't ever get the orders straight, and that a "plain Jane" like Kim wasn't as likely to generate business.
        "Welcome to Burger Barn, may I help you?"  Lori stammered in a not quite so "bubbly" tone as she stared wide eyed at Kim's bulging bosom standing before her.  Glancing down at her own breasts she suddenly felt rather small and plain by comparison.
        "I'll take over here, Lori" said Larry, the manager. "I'll help this young lady while you go, uh... tend the friars."
        Kim smiled to herself as she looked up at the menu which she knew all to well, leaning forward slightly as she read.
        "What can I do to, uh... for you, missy?  Larry said with a leering smile as he wiped the sweat from his greasy palms on his shirt, his eyes never once looking higher than her chest.
        "I think I will have..." Kim spoke slowly and deliberately, and then pausing she looked Larry squarely in the eye and said, "...a 'super barn buster burger' with 'double beef'."  Then with a wink she added.  "And hold the pickle."
        "W-would you like something to drink with that?"  He stammered with a half grin, a bit unsure of Kim's flirtatious manner.  "Maybe a m-milkshake?" he added as he leaned on the counter with one elbow in an effort to make the growing bulge in his pants less obvious.
        "Oooh that sounds yummy, can you make with two really big scoops of ice cream to make it double thick and double good?"  Kim cooed as she leaned forward ever more until her bosom was just inches from his face.  "And can you make it all for me yourself, to make sure its made just right?  I would be ever so grateful."
        "For you honey, absolutely," Larry said excitedly.  He must have thought that he had maybe at least a slim chance of scoring with this buxom brunette as he practically fell over himself getting into the kitchen.
        Kim, as well as the other employees in the place, was greatly amused at the sight of Larry who was actually working in the kitchen for the first time in over a year.  Whispering to the girl at the next register she said with a wink, "tell him when he gets back that I changed my mind and decided to do Chinese instead."  The girl nodded with a understanding smile.
        Every eye in the place was on her as she walked out, following her every motion.  A tall slim man in a dark green coat held the door open for her.  "Thank you" she trilled as she exited.  Kim noticed that this was the first person in the place to look at her directly in the eye.  The man said nothing and his face showed no expression.  "Odd fella" Kim thought.  As she drove out of the parking lot she noticed that he still stood at the door watching her departure.  Something about him gave her a bit of a chill.  A thought crossed her mind, "what would a government agent look like?"  Kim shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, "nonsense!" she said to herself and put the thought aside.
        Before heading to the night club Kim needed to make a few phone calls.  Stopping at a pay phone she first called home just to let her mom know that she'll be coming home a bit late, giving the excuse that she was at a friends house watching videos.  She was pleased to get the message that Bud had called and wanted her to call back.  Kim heart leapt when Bud answered the phone.  They chatted for a bit, confirming the next nights plans and setting the time for her to be picked up at 7 pm.  Kim suggested that maybe they could meet at school at lunchtime and ditch the rest of the day to go for a picnic at her special place.  Bud eagerly agreed.  Kim had a very good feeling about Bud, he seemed to be a truly nice person, not at all like most of the other guys at school.
        As Kim walked back to her car, people on the street would stop and heads would turn to see the beautiful big breasted brunette walk by.  This was something that she was getting rather accustomed to, and was enjoying the attention.  But Kim noticed as she stepped into her car that there was a black sedan with darkly tinted windows parked across the street.  What struck her about it was that it seemed rather ominous looking.  Kim glanced into her rear view mirror as she pulled into traffic to see the black sedan also pull into traffic several cars behind her.  She wondered if perhaps she were being followed, but after several blocks she could no longer see the car behind her.  "Knock it off, girl" Kim said to herself.  "Let's not start acting paranoid."
 

        Chapter Nine:    A Swell Time at the Club

        Kim arrived at the "Classy Lady" just minutes before the deadline to sign up for the amateur night contest.  Before getting out of her car Kim put on a little more make-up and slipped on the long platinum blonde wig she bought at "Ramone's" to better conceal her identity on the chance that maybe some of her schoolmates might have been able to sneak into the club.  Last but not least, she shrunk the size of her bosom a bit, back down to double-d size so that no one might question her amateur status.
        Kim pushed open the heavy door and walked into the dimly lit nightclub, carrying the bag containing her costume.  The big guy at the door eyed her menacingly.
        "Where do I sign in for the contest?" she said confidently as she stuck out he chest.  The big guy smiled and directed her over to the bar where two other girls were signing up.
        Kim looked around the club surveying the layout of things, still unsure of just what she was going to do for her dance routine.  The place was filled to capacity, there must have been more than two hundred men there.  The music boomed loudly making it hard to hear a person talk and the air was filled with the smell of beer and smoke.  The crowd was raucous and noisy,  cheering and whistling at one of the regular girls on stage.  Kim wondered why this was called a "gentlemen's" club.  The stage was lined with mirrors and a had a runway that led from the center of the stage out into the audience.  The end of the runway was circular in shape with a heavy brass pole in the center that ran from the floor to the ceiling.  Around the perimeter of the runway was a bar lined with seats.  Separating the bar from the runway floor was a low brass rail where the patrons would hang folded dollar bills to entice the girl to dance directly before them sometimes with their bodies within inches of their faces as the men leaned forward in their seats.  On each side of the runway stood two rather large and burly bouncers, obviously to keep the customers from getting overly excited and out of hand.
        When Kim signed in she was pleased to find that she would be the last performer of about ten girls.
        "What's your stage name?" The guy at the bar asked.
        Kim stared blankly for a second and the blurted the first thing that came to mind.  "Amber..., Amber Blossom."  As she said it, it sounded good to her and she was pleased with her choice.  The guy at the bar then asked her to pick what music she wanted for her routine.  Quickly scanning the list she selected the "Macarena", the new dance craze that she had just learned in her PE class.  She decided that it's quick latin beat could make for some interesting moves.
        As Kim was escorted to the dressing room they announced that the contest would be starting shortly.  The other girls in the dressing room jabbered amongst themselves as they were putting on their costumes and getting ready for their turn on-stage.  Kim noticed that some of them had tight and fit bodies and obviously had breast implants some of which were quite large. Kim also noticed from their conversation that most of them could hardly be called amateurs.  Many of them seemed to be making a living by traveling around the state and entering "amateur" contests such as this.  Kim thought that she would have to make her performance pretty "special" if she was going to have any chance of winning the top prize.  Picking a spot in the corner away from the other girls, Kim proceeded to get into her costume, dressing quickly and inconspicuously and finally covering her outfit with a pink satin robe.  Peeking from the dressing room door, Kim watched the other contestants as they each took their turn, studying their moves and their techniques.  Some danced quick jazzy dances, others danced slow and sultry.  Kim could judge by the catcalls and whistles which girls the men seemed to prefer, and it always seemed to be the ones with the biggest tits.
        Soon it was almost time for Kim's turn.  Keeping her back to the other girls in the dressing room, Kim opened her robe and studied her physique in the mirror as she added the "final touch" to her appearance.  With a mere thought Kim's breasts swelled, filling out the H-cup bikini top she was wearing, feeling it grow snug as it tightened around her now bulging bosom.  Looking at her body Kim thought to herself that it would be nice if she also could have a bit slimmer waist and a bit more voluptuous hips.  To her surprise, Kim suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her waist and hips and amazingly as she watched, her body began to transform accordingly.  Kim then realized that what Dr. Roy had said might be true, that her abilities might be increasing.  Kim was excitedly pleased.
        "And now we have our final contestant,  Miss Amber Blossom!" the announcers voice echoed.
        Kim's heart jumped and she took a deep breath.  As the "Macarena" began to play, she parted the curtain and strutted onto the stage and out onto the runway, proudly flaunting the body that she had always dreamed of having.  The crown cheered and Kim was thrilled.  Unbuttoning her pink satin robe she let it slip from her shoulders to the floor revealing a sheer black teddy through which glimmered a well filled shiny gold bikini.  The crowd gasped and cheered even louder.  Bouncing and jiggling her full bosom and gyrating her smooth, round hips in time with the quick latin beat, Kim slowly removed the black teddy and tossed it into the audience.  Several men lunged to claim their treasure.  Dollar bills were raining down around her and the men nearest the stage were hanging fives and tens and twenties on the rail to entice her closer.  Her golden bikini sparkled in the flashing lights as in the men hollered in unison "take it off, take it off".
        The music, the cheering, the lights, all had an intoxicating effect on Kim, her head swam with excitement.  Unfastening the catch between her breasts she paused, before setting her bosom free, to expand them even more.  They swelled in her arms bulging above and below.  Finally she thrust her arms apart releasing her mammoth mounds to swing and sway and bounce.  The crowd went wild, the bouncers had to keep several of the men from climbing onto the stage.  Swinging the bikini top over her head she flung it into the sweaty screaming mass of men, creating another pile-up.  Wrapping her enormous breasts around the brass pole, she slid slowly and suggestively up and down, gyrating in time with the music.  Then squeezing her breasts tightly together she gripped the pole and picked her feet up off the ground spreading her legs and grinding her pelvis erotically.  Men were waving fist fulls of money at her begging her to take their offerings.  Kim danced around the perimeter of the stage, cradling her enormous bosom in her arms inviting the men to thrust their tips into her vast cleavage, allowing them each a chance to cop a feel of her marvelous mammaries.  Three times she circled around the stage each time pausing briefly to deposit her load of money at the center of the stage, letting her breasts sway and wobble free.
        The music finally ended and Kim made one last trip around the stage to gather her tips, this time into her handbag, allowing her breasts to swing free and loose granting the men one last chance to caress her soft flesh each time she bent over.  Kim looked closely at the crowd this time.  The men were smiling and happy and laughing and friendly.  This made Kim feel good.  But there was one man she noticed that didn't quite fit in.  He sat at a table a little back  from the stage, a strange man with an expressionless face wearing a dark green coat.  Kim wondered, could it be the same man she had seen earlier that day?
        Moments later from backstage Kim listened as they announced the winners, beginning with third and then second place.  Kim held her breath.  When she heard her name as the first place winner she yelped and jumped up and down, her bosom bouncing wildly.  Kim strutted onto the stage to accept her prize, an envelope containing one thousand dollars cash.  Kim grinned from ear to ear as the crown cheered for what seemed like forever.  "More! more! more!", the men hollered, and Kim gleefully granted them an encore performance.
        After again collecting her tips she made a hasty retreat to the dressing room where she dressed quickly, avoiding any confrontation with the other dancers who were obviously a bit steamed at the newcomer who had stolen the show away from them.  Kim was then escorted to her car by two of the clubs biggest bouncers to ensure that she and her prize money would get away safely.  She thanked them both with chesty hugs and then drove away into the night in her hot red convertible.
        Removing the blonde wig, Kim let the cool night breeze blow through her auburn hair as she drove toward home.  She was still flushed with excitement.  "What a day!" she exclaimed. "I haven't had this much fun... ever!"  Feeling the overstuffed bag on the seat beside her she wondered just how much cold cash she had collected in tips alone.  As she neared her home Kim decided to hold off letting her parents know about the car until another day, and so parked her car down the street and around the corner.  Kim took a moment to "change" before walking home, reducing her sizable chest back down to its original flatness, straightening out her new curves, and putting back on the baggy sweater she started out with that morning, changing her identity from the vivacious and exciting Amber Blossom back to the mild mannered Kim Wilson.  She liked the idea of having a double identity and entertained the thought of maintaining the deception for a while.
        It was eleven p.m. and the house was quiet, everyone had apparently already gone to bed.  Kim tip-toed up the stairs carrying her bags, trying not to wake anyone.  As she tried to quietly open her bedroom door, without fail she heard her mom's voice call quietly from the other room.  "Good-night, Kim.  Did you have a nice evening?"
        "Yes, Mom, it was all right... goodnight."  She whispered back and slipped quickly into her room, locking her door.  After listening for a few moments to make sure all was quiet, Kim quietly but excitedly dumped the contents of the bag on her bed.  Her eyes widened at the sight of the pile of cash before her.  The smell of the club still lingered about it.  Kim sorted out the bills and was surprised to find so many twenties and even a few fifties.  The realization that she had earned so much money in just a few short hours reaffirmed Kim's belief and confidence in the absolute power of the bosom.  The cash total added up to a whopping nine-hundred and sixty-two dollars.  Add that to the ten crisp one-hundred dollar bills she won in the contest and her intake for the evening totaled nearly two-thousand dollars.
        Stashing the bag of cash safely away in her closet, Kim lay back on the bed exhausted, her head spinning with the all the events of the day.  "This town hasn't seen the last of Amber Blossom,"  she said to herself.  As she drifted off to sleep her thoughts turned to Bud Jacob's, and she wondered just what he might think of her abilities.
 

                Chapter Ten:    Disaster and Delight

        It was thursday morning, officially the last day of school and the day of the graduation dance.  Kim woke up extra early and packed a nice picnic lunch and hurried out of the house before anyone else had even gotten up.  It was so nice driving her very own car to school instead of taking the bus.  As she drove she expanded her bosom to a pleasant fullness, just to enjoy the sensation of feeling them bounce, and she thought about how much she would like to go to school as Amber Blossom and freak everybody out, but then she decided to resist that temptation and keep her other identity secret.  Before arriving at school she restored her original profile and for the last time attended school as the plain jane Kim Wilson.
        The morning classes went quickly and when the lunch bell rang Kim was pleased to find Bud waiting for her out in the hallway.
        "Lets go!" she said excitedly, "I have something to show you."
        Bud and Kim walked to the school parking lot, but instead of heading for Bud's car she directed him to the her new little red convertible.  "What do you think?" she asked as she climbed behind the wheel.
        "Very nice!" Bud replied with a grin and he walked around the car studying its shiny red body. "And very hot!"
        "Hop in, lets go," Kim said.  As bud climbed in, Kim revved the engine and as she zipped quickly out of the parking lot, Bud fastened his seat belt just a little bit tighter.
        "Where we going?" he asked.
        "Someplace very special to me, a place I've never shared with anyone else.  Its a nice little spot in the woods where I like to go to get away from it all and its a perfect place for a picnic."
        "It sounds very nice.  And I'm honored that you would share it with me."
        It was a warm and sunny day,  the sky was blue and the clouds were white and billowy.  "The perfect day for a picnic in the woods,"  Kim thought as she turned the final corner onto the the road leading to her destination.
        Suddenly Kim gasped and hit the brakes. Her happy smile was replaced with an expression of utter shock and disbelief.  There ahead of her where once stood several acres of rustic woodland was a vast wasteland of dirt surrounded by a high chain link fence.  Several bulldozers were just finishing clearing away the last of the trees and the ground was being leveled flat and bare.  Kim jumped out of the car and as she stood with her fingers clenching the chain link fence she burst into tears.  A large wooden sign spelled out the reason for the devastation,  "Future site of Glenwood Homes, a development of Gemini Enterprises."
        "How could they do this?" Kim moaned. "Those bastards."
        Bud gave Kim a comforting hug, and tried to console her anguish.  "It must have been beautiful here, and it must have been really special to you.  But I guess these things happen, good things can't last forever, there's always someone to come along to mess things up.  C'mon, lets go find a new place to have our picnic."
        As Bud helped Kim back into her car she noticed another car that was parked nearby, it was a black sedan with darkened windows.  Kim wondered just who these people were, were they really "land developers" or was that just a cover for something else.  Maybe Dr. Roy was right, maybe the government was up to something, or then maybe it was just a really strange coincidence.
        Kim continued driving along the country road for a while in silence, deep in thought.  Bud tried his best at small talk trying to lighten her mood.  Suddenly something got Bud's attention.
        "Wait, pull over here."  He said motioning her to stop at the top of a small grassy hill.  Bud climbed out of the car and stood entranced, staring at the distance.  There on the horizon were several hot air balloons drifting slowly across the countryside towards them.  "Lets picnic here," he said.  "This is a lovely spot."
        Kim agreed.  The two of them carried their picnic lunch to a secluded and shady spot under a tree where they could spread out a blanket and sit and watch the balloons drift lazily by.
        Kim watched Bud's expression as he sat staring at the balloons in utter fascination.  "You must really like balloons, huh?" she asked.
        "Oh..., yes, I guess I do"  Bud said with a little hesitation. "It's something that has always fascinated me ever since I was kid, but it's not just an interest in balloons, it's an interest in just about anything inflatable.  It's something I don't quite understand about myself.  Actually when I heard about your stunt the other day at school, I just had to talk to you, especially when it has to with inflating, uh..., well..."  Bud Hesitated.
        "Inflating boobs?"  Kim added, with a smile.
        Bud looked at Kim sheepishly, "Yeah, I guess, especially that. You don't think that's too weird of me do you?"
        "Not at all," Kim said with an understanding smile. "In fact, I would have to admit that I've always kinda had the same fantasy about growing boobs."  Kim was now feeling a strange closeness with Bud.  His smile was pleasantly understanding and comforting.
        Bud looked at Kim in the eyes, and was pleased to find her accepting of his strange obsession. "So tell me if you will," he asked, "just how did you do your little trick with the blow up boobs."
        Kim smiled, unsure whether she should reveal her secret to him or not.  "Well," she finally said, "If I show you something, do you promise never to tell anybody."
        Bud nodded with curious expectation.
        "Well, that was no trick.  It was really me. You see, I seem to have developed this ability to make my boobs grow at will."
        "Oh really?"  he said smiling at her little joke.
        "Really, I mean it.  I'll show you."  Kim sat up straight facing Bud.  "Are you ready?"
        "I'm ready," he said with a slight tone of doubt.
        "Here goes."  With just a mere thought Kim's bosom began to swell.  Buds mouth dropped open in disbelief.  Her bosom expanded rapidly to the size of watermelons and stopped, stretching her knit top to near bursting.
        Bud drew back as if to give her more room.  He just sat there staring wide-eyed and dumbfounded.  "H-How did you do that?"  He reached out cautiously to touch the magnificent orbs before him, and then hesitated, looking Kim in the eye.
        "It's okay, go ahead, they wont bite."  Kim pulled up her knit top setting her bulging breasts bouncing free.
        With both hands Bud softly touched the smooth skin, sliding his palms over their contours, marveling at their enormity for several minutes without saying a word.  "How big can you make them?" he finally asked.
        In answer to his question she rapidly expanded them further, startling him and causing him to jump back and fall over himself lest he be overtaken by the expanding mass of flesh.  Kim laughed.  Her breasts now lay on the ground before her as big as two very large bean bag chairs.  Regaining his balance Bud leaned forward to caress their shape. Just as quickly as they grew, Kim shrank her monstrous bosom back down to melon size, causing Bud to fall face forward on the grass.  The two of them sat and laughed for several minutes.
        "That's utterly amazing!" Bud said as he lay on the grass.
        "Don't you mean 'udderly' amazing?" Kim said as she leaned forward letting her boobs dangle over his face.
        Bud sighed as he felt their soft skin slide across his cheeks.  Taking a breast in each hand he pressed them together and buried his face deep into her cleavage.  He lay there moaning for the longest while, with his head completely enveloped by her breasts.  Finally he pulled his face free gasping for air and laughed.  "Wow, a man could suffocate in there.  But, boy, what a way to go!"
        Kim was thoroughly enjoying Bud attentions, and she surprised herself that she should be so forward and bold with him.  Her new abilities had surely changed her giving her confidence and feelings of power and control.  She gazed deeply into Bud's eyes as he likewise gazed into hers.  Drawing close to him she pressed her soft moist lips against his and kissed him long and deep. Her hands searched his body, groping downward to find the hard throbbing bulge in his pants.  Bud gasped as she gave it a squeeze.
        Soon, Kim had managed to loosen his belt and unzip his pants setting his manhood free to rise to its full erection.  Kim wriggled out of her own underwear and pulling up her skirt she straddled Bud and placed the swollen head of his cock against her moist pussy.  Up until now Kim had been a virgin, but her inexperience didn't hinder her desire to feel a man inside her. Bud was being gentle and considerate, letting Kim proceed at her own pace, slowly lowering her pelvis toward his with a slow gyrating motion, allowing the unaccustomed muscles of her vagina to stretch gradually as she took him slowly within her.  Soon she had taken his penis wholly inside her and her pelvis undulated in rhythm with his.  Kim was in ecstasy.  The full tight feeling in her pussy sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.  Bud held a massive breast in each hand and as he gave her giant nipples a squeeze the sensation ricocheted through her body back down to her clitoris sending her into the first of a series of quivering orgasms.  Soon they were rocking their pelvises together slowly at first and then more rapidly as Kim became more familiar with the motion.  Kim expanded her breasts even larger until they were resting on Bud's shoulders.  He hugged them like two pillows as he thrust his pelvis wildly.  Bud felt the pressure of his pending orgasm increasing within him, rising higher and higher to the ultimate explosion of pleasure.  Suddenly and finally he climaxed with a flood of semen that Kim could feel filling her within, the sensation sending her into the most intense orgasm yet.

        Kim and Bud spent the rest of the afternoon in each others arms, lying on the blanket on the grass, on the hill, under the tree, watching the billowy white clouds and the hot air balloons, drift lazily across the blue summer sky.  They shared with each other their stories, their dreams, and their fantasies.  And they were happy.
 

        Chapter Eleven:   The Last Dance

        It was five o'clock when Kim arrived back at home.  She had just dropped off Bud and she had scarcely two hours to get ready before he was due back to pick her up.
        Kim was still basking in the afterglow of an afternoon of lovemaking.  Lilting dreamily into the house, she must have had a visible radiance about her as her mother, noticing something different, took a moment from her housework and stopped her for a chat.
        "What have you been up to, Kimmy?" her mom asked curiously.  "It seems we haven't talked all week."
        "Oh, nothing much, Mom." Kim responded. "Except maybe that I got me a boyfriend and he's taking me to the dance tonight," she added coyly.
        "My, how nice.  That explains why you are beaming so.  Is he a decent and good sort of boy?"
        "Oh yes, Mom, he's a very decent person, and a perfect gentleman" she replied."  And he was very very good,"  she added as she skipped up the stairs up to her room, leaving her mom in the kitchen with a somewhat puzzled look on her face.

        It was seven o'clock on the dot when Kim's mom answered the ring at the doorbell.  As Bud stepped into the house wearing his rented blue tux, Kim stepped lightly down the stairway wearing the strapless blue evening gown she had purchased the day before.  Both Bud and Kim's mom stood with mouths agape staring in awe at Kim as she descended before them looking absolutely radiant and breathtakingly beautiful.  Kim had added just a few inches of fullness to her normal flat chest and had rounded out her curves to fill out the gown to a perfect fit.  Kim's mom thought that she had never realized just how lovely her daughter had become.  Bud thought that Kim was the hottest looking woman he had ever seen.  Kim greeted bud with a tender kiss and saying  good-bye to her speechless mom they departed, leaving mom at the door to wonder to herself about her little girl's sudden transformation into womanhood.

        "You had better keep your eyes on the road if you expect us to ever make it to the dance in one piece," Kim warned Bud, noticing his inability to take his gaze off of her.
        "You don't make that very easy," he replied, "looking as awesome and beautiful as you do.  This, so far, has been the most incredible day of my life, and its still not over yet.  I really like your dress, being strapless it leaves a little room for 'adjustments'."
        "My thoughts exactly," Kim responded with a sly smile.
        Arriving at the graduation dance at the school gymnasium, Bud proudly escorted Kim inside, holding onto her arm like she was a prize trophy.  All eyes turned to the couple as they entered the room, and the hushed sounds of surprise could be heard as people began to realize that the beauty that stood by Bud's side was none other than plain jane Kim Wilson.  No one at her school had ever seen Kim looking so lovely.  At first it may have been Kim's desire to go to the dance just to flaunt to the others that she had landed Bud Jacobs as well as to show off her new look, but as she realized that after this night it wasn't likely that she would ever see most of her former classmates ever again, she really didn't care what anyone thought.  All that mattered was that she was with Bud and they were happy.
        The two lovebirds spent most of the evening in each others arms, dancing, talking and laughing.  Having eyes only for each other they were pretty much oblivious to anyone around them.  During a few of the slow dances, as they held each other close Kim would momentarily expand her bosom slightly from its modest size to an enticing fullness that pressed against Bud's chest, getting him quite aroused.
        "What do you say we leave this boring dance," Bud finally asked, "and lets go find someplace more 'private'."
        Kim smiled.  "I thought you'd never ask.  Give me five minutes to go 'freshen up' and I'll meet you at the front door."  Giving Bud a quick parting kiss and leaving him there for the moment wanting more, she scurried off to find the ladies room."
        Leaving the gymnasium, Kim walked down the dimly lit school corridor toward the restroom.  The thought crossed her mind that this may very well be the last time she would ever step foot in this school.  Annoyed to find the restroom door apparently locked, Kim headed further down the hallway to find the next restroom.  The sound of her footsteps echoed eerily down the empty hallways.  Kim felt strange.  Stopping and listening for a moment Kim was startled to hear the sound of footsteps continue for a moment behind her.  As she spun around she thought she saw a shadow duck behind a row of lockers.  Kim was frightened.  Someone was following her.  Kim quickly ran further down the darkened hallway and ducked around a corner, and trying to hold her breath as she leaned close to the wall, she listened.
        The sound of footsteps continued down the hallway then paused.  Kim cautiously peeked around the corner.  The shadowy form of a tall slim man stood in the center of the hallway, listening.  Kim gasped.  The man stepped forward into dim moonlight that streamed through the hallway window, revealing to Kim that he was wearing a green coat.
        A flash of panic shot through Kim as she realized that it was the same man that she had seen twice before, the same man with the cold expressionless eyes.  Thinking fast, Kim slipped off her shoes.  Flinging one shoe through the darkness down the opposing corridor she turned and ran quietly barefooted in the opposite direction.  As she ran she could hear the man's footsteps behind her swiftly moving in the other direction.  Turning another corner Kim was relieved to see the double doors leading to the football field ahead of her at the end of the hallway.  Kim raced ahead and lunged against the open bar, but the door didn't budge.  As she rattled and tried to force the door open she was alarmed to realize that because school had closed for the summer it had been securely bolted and chained from the outside.  Unless she could find another open door, Kim's only means of escape would be back down the hallway toward the man.  Walking slowly and cautiously back up the hallway Kim tried each of the doors only to find them all locked.  Ironically the only door she found open was the girls restroom, and ducking inside she realized that the windows were barred and offered no means of escape.  Returning to the door she stood and listened for several minutes before attempting to open it.
        Hearing nothing outside she put her hand against the cold brass door plate and pushed the door slowly open, just a crack.  Peering out through the narrow opening she was relieved to see no one in the hallway.  Pushing the door further, Kim readied to make a mad dash for freedom.
        Suddenly the door jerked away from her hand and she jumped back.  There in the doorway was the tall slim man in the green coat.  He stepped forward into the restroom and groped for the light switch.  Bright light flooded the room.
        "Nice shoe," he said in a low gravelly voice, eyeing the shoe Kim still held in her hand.  "I have one just like it," he added, as he held up the matching shoe.
        "Who are you?  What do you want?"  Kim shouted at the man as she backed away.
        "You," he said simply.  Dropping the shoe he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a large hypodermic syringe containing an amber liquid.  "You can scream if you like, but by the time anyone gets here you'll already be gone."
        Before Kim could even utter a sound the man lunged at her and clamped a cold clammy hand over her mouth, pushing her back against the wall.  Kim reacted by swinging the shoe which she still held toward his head, striking him sharply with the heel against his temple.  Seizing this moment to twist away, Kim bolted for a nearby door, pulled it open, ducked inside, and pulled it shut only to find herself trapped in a utility closet.  Glancing around, she found it to be roughly four feet square with concrete walls, lit only by a bare bulb in the middle of the ceiling. It was empty but for a few brooms and mops.  Kim held onto the door knob with all her might. The door was metal with a vent plate at the top and bottom and had no lock.  Through the vent Kim could see the man approach, rubbing his temple.  Kim felt the doorknob begin to turn in her grasp.  Despite all her efforts the man managed to turn the knob and pulled the door open.  Kim stumbled back against the wall paralyzed with fear as the man entered the closet closing the door behind him.  In a flash he had her pinned to the wall with the boney fingers of one hand wrapped around her throat.
        "Say good-bye, you little shit," the man said as he lowered the syringe dagger like with his thumb on the plunger toward her neck. His eyes glared at her fierce and red.
        Kim grabbed his wrist with both hands and pushed with all her might but the man was stronger than she could resist. As the needle inched closer to its mark, the man clenched her throat tighter. Kim couldn't breath and she felt the blood swell in her face.  Thoughts raced through her head as things started to go black. Then the words of Dr. Roy echoed in her memory, "is that all you can do?  You have the power to change the world."  Kim eyed the shiny needle as it inched closer still, a tiny droplet glistening on its tip.  It was all that she could see.
        "No!" Kim thought to herself.  "It's not going to end this way."  Kim focused all her energies on the needle. "Away!" she concentrated. "Turn away!"
        Then by a force unseen, the needle tweaked to one side, and then as both stared in amazement the needle bent back on itself in a perfect U shape.  The man was momentarily perplexed, and in that moment Kim thrust her knee with all her might into his groin.  As he doubled over she tried to spin him around and pull away towards the door but his grip was unrelenting.  He now had her pinned with her back against the door and his grasp on her neck tightened.  Kim still had both her hands holding his hand with the syringe.
        Then, in a flash, Kim knew what to do. "Bigger!" she said, concentrating on her bosom. "Bigger... fast!"  Her breasts rapidly began to expand spilling over the top of her strapless gown.
        "What the fuck..." the man muttered, surprised at the sight of the swelling breasts.  Kim's growing bosom pushed toward the man but he wouldn't release his hold, leaning forward he forced himself between the expanding orbs.
        "Bigger," she commanded.  And her breasts grew ever larger touching the walls on all sides and trapping the man in the midst of her cleavage.  Kim could feel the cold stone walls on all sides constraining her growing bosom.  The billowing flesh pushed upward toward the man's face and Kim could see panic showing in his eyes.  Releasing his grasp on her throat he struggled against the rising flesh.  Within moments he was completely immobilized.  Kim watched as his swollen face and bulging red eyes disappeared into the depths of her cleavage.  Releasing his hand Kim struggled to reach behind herself toward the doorknob.  Her expanding chest filled the tiny closet pressing her body tightly against the door.  "Bigger!" she still thought as she squirmed her hand downward along her side.  Her bosom pressed against the ceiling blocking the light.  Her own body was being compressed  tightly against the door making it difficult to breath. The expanding breastflesh filled the room to capacity, pain shot through her bosom as the pressure within increased forcing against the immovable stone walls. Kim could hear muffled popping and cracking and wondered if it was the broomsticks breaking or the man's bones.  Kim was growing dizzy and faint as she could feel the cold brass doorknob against her fingertips.  As everything started to go black, Kim strained to twist the doorknob.

        Bud stood at the exit waiting.  He always figured women took their time "freshening up" but Kim was gone a little too long and he was getting concerned.  Thinking about the story that Kim had told him, he decided that maybe he should go look for her.  He had a funny feeling something wasn't right.
        Also finding the girls restroom locked, Bud proceeded down the corridor looking for some indication as to where Kim might have gone. Hearing a slight sound echo down the hallway from the distance, Bud walked toward its source.  After searching down three different hallways, Bud noticed a glimmer of light from under a door near the end of the hallway that led toward the football field.  As Bud approached it he had a sinking feeling. Pulling the door open he saw Kim's shoes lying on the floor. A strange creaking noise drew his attention to the utility closet door.  Strangely the door seemed to be bulging as if some great pressure were forcing it from within.  Bud reached for the doorknob but hesitated, unsure for a moment if he should release the force that lay behind.  Suddenly the door burst open and Bud jumped back in amazement.
        Kim gasped for air.  Bud couldn't believe his eyes.  A wall of pink flesh bulged out of the doorway with Kim in her blue dress attached to the midst of it by her chest , her legs dangling with her toes barely touching the ground.  Above Kim's head,  a twisted blue hand still holding a hypodermic syringe protruded from the cleavage in the mass of flesh.  Bud ran to Kim's side to try to help her.
        Between gasps for air, Kim still mumbled to herself deliriously,  "bigger.... bigger."
        "Kim, no!" Bud said to her. "Make them smaller!  It's okay, I'm here.  Everything's all right now. Concentrate on smaller!"
        Kim didn't respond.  Her monstrous bosom continued to swell compressing tightly within the confines of the closet, the door frame creaked and began to buckle as the mass pushed outward with increasing force.  With a loud noise cracks began to appear in the stone walls around the door and chunks of plaster began to fall to the floor.  Bud imagined the pressure within the closet to be tremendous.  Kim's face was twisted in pain as she moaned in anguish.
        "Kim!, Kim!, you've got to stop,"  Bud pleaded.  "You've got to make them smaller!"
        "Bud?" Kim responded in recognition, finally coming to her senses. She looked into his eyes and weakly smiled.  "Smaller?," she finally said, "okay, ...smaller."
        The mountain of flesh began to recede.  As Bud held Kim, the two of them watched as a ghastly sight unfolded before them.  As her breasts continued to shrink, the crushed and lifeless form of a man became visible.  Soon the corpse slipped from between her breasts and fell to the floor.  As Kim's breast shrunk down past melon size down to her original flatness the two just sat staring in horror at the mangled remains lying before them.  The tall slim man had been compressed and reduced to a small lifeless blob on the closet floor.
        "Are you all right?" Bud asked Kim.
        "I'm okay... I guess.  My boobs hurt." Kim responded, holding and rubbing her bruised chest.  "What do we do now?"
        "I don't know... nothing I guess.  Except maybe get out of her before anyone sees us."
        Kim nodded and Bud helped her to her feet.  Picking up her shoes and switching off the lights they made their way back down the dim corridors.  They managed to make their way to the parking lot and to their car without encountering anybody or drawing any attention.
        As Bud drove, Kim rested her head on his shoulder and fell asleep weary from her ordeal.
 

        Chapter Twelve:  Recovery and Discovery

        "Where are we?"  Kim asked, opening her eyes and looking around.
        "At my brothers condo, he said I could feel free to use it while he was out of town."
        "Your brother has a very nice place," Kim said glancing around.
        "Just wait till you see the jacuzzi," Bud added.
        Kim's eyes lit up.  That was just what she needed to soothe her sore body.  Soon she and Bud were lowering their naked bodies into the steaming bubbling waters.  Kim relaxed and expanded her bosom, letting her breasts slowly grow to float and bob soothingly in the warm turbulent water.  Bud massaged her bruises as her bosom grew to nearly filling the tub.  It felt good for Kim to let her boobs float large and free and weightless.
        Kim sat quietly reflecting on her ordeal with the man.  "I can't believe I could do such a thing." she finally spoke.  "To crush a man to death between my breasts.  It's so ghastly to think about.
        "But what else could you do?  Bud interjected.  "You had to defend yourself."
        "And it still amazes me what I did with that needle," Kim added, "to bend it like that with just a thought."
        "From what you've told me so far, it sounds like you might have more than just an ability to change your own body, you might be developing telekinetic abilities." Bud reasoned. "Perhaps we should test just what you can do.  Try focusing your attention on an object in the room and see if you can move it."
        Glancing around, Kim focused on a half full wine glass setting on a nearby table.  After a moment of staring and concentrating the glass slid slowly across the surface.
        "Wow!" Bud exclaimed. "I knew you could do it."
        Kim smiled and tried the trick again.  This time the glass slid across the table and off the edge but amazingly the glass didn't fall, it hovered in mid air.  As Kim concentrated, the glass slowly floated towards her and into her outstretched hand.  Kim giggled as she sipped the wine, marveling at the realization of still another fantastic ability.
        "There's something else I want to try too," Kim said with a smirk, feeling quite sure of herself.  Staring at Bud, Kim concentrated.  Bud just sat and watched her with a puzzled look.  Suddenly his jaw dropped as he felt something very strange.
        "Ohmygosh!" he exclaimed as he clutched at himself under the water.  Realizing what was happening he looked at Kim and half-smiled.  "You little devil you."  From out of the churning bubbles in front of him the puffy pink head of his penis was bobbing and rising out of the water as it swelled and elongated to gargantuan size.  Bud trembled as he grew the most tremendous erection, bigger than he ever could have imagined.
        "You can't titty-fuck a huge pair of boobs without a huge dick now can you?" Kim said coyly.  Bud's penis now stood nearly three feet long and as big around as his leg.  Kim expanded her bosom even more until Bud's monstrous member was completely engulfed between her breasts.  Leaning forward with his arms outstretched he grabbed her huge nipples and hugged her bosom and began to thrust his pelvis, guiding his new missile repeatedly deeper into her cleavage.  Kim shivered with the sensations as Bud's excitement and vigor increased, thrusting wildly for several minutes and finally the two of them together climaxing in spasmic convulsion.  Soon Bud lay moaning and floating with his arms draped over Kim's bosom like two pontoons.
        As the two of them finally emerged from the hot tub, Bud's now flaccid penis hung thick as a sausage dangling down to his ankles.  Kim laughed at the sight of Bud trying to get dressed, faced with the impossible problem of trying to fit his huge member into his pants.  Finally taking pity on him she concentrated on reducing his load back down not quite to his original but at least to a much more manageable size.
        Kim and Bud discussed their plans and made a few decisions about what they were going to do.  Both of them were more than a little nervous about the incident at the dance.  The body would soon be found and there would be an investigation.  Kim's abilities were increasing tremendously and even though they wanted to spend much time with each other "exploring" her capabilities, they decided that for at least the next few days they should do nothing suspicious or out of the ordinary that would draw any attention to themselves.
        It was nearly sunrise when Bud finally drove Kim home.  She wondered if her parents were going to give her any hassles about staying out all night.  But then it really didn't matter, the entire direction of her life was about to make a major change and the approval or disapproval of her parents wasn't really going to be a factor.  Kim had big plans for the next few months and they included a very willing Bud Jacobs.  The two of them had agreed to meet after graduation ceremonies at school to decide the next step in their plan.  When Kim arrived home, amazingly enough she was able to sneak up to her room without awakening anyone.
 

        Chapter Thirteen:  Graduation Day

        It seems like Kim had scarcely closed her eyes when her mom woke her up.
        "Today's the big day, dear," her mom trilled.  "Time to get ready."
        The morning proceeded without incident and luckily without her parents asking any questions about the night before.  Soon Kim was in her graduation gown and gathered with three hundred other graduates at the ceremonies held on the football field.  Taking her assigned seat with the rest of her classmates in the bleachers, she could see across the football field to the school building where the incident had occurred the night before.  Kim's face flushed hot as she spotted the two police cars parked outside the building.  Although the graduation ceremonies were proceeding undistracted by the distant commotion, many in the crowd watched the police activity with great curiosity, but none watched as intently as Kim.  She surmised that the body had been found and the investigation was well under way.  This was confirmed by the arrival of the coroner's wagon.  But Kim was particularly concerned with the arrival of a dark blue sedan with darkened windows.  She wondered who it was and could it possibly be the one she had seen before.
        Finally after what seemed an eternity the ceremonies were over, graduation caps were flying through the air, and Kim, diploma in hand, was working her way through the mingling crowd of graduates and well wishing parents, searching for Bud.
        Rumors were already spreading through the crowd as to what the police were up to.  By the time Kim had caught up with Bud, the story they had been able to gather was that apparently the school custodian had found a body in a utility closet early that morning, and the police had made a preliminary statement that the victim was believed to be a long sought after serial killer that had been victimizing young students throughout the state, his mode of operation was to inject and kill his victims with cleaning fluid.  They believed that he himself had been killed by an explosion of unknown origin while hiding in wait for his next victim.
        As Kim and Bud left the gathering, they breathed a hopeful sigh of relief that the whole incident might be wrapped up by the police without themselves being implicated in any way.  Everything seemed to be going well and the two of them decided to continue with their plans.  Kim had to be home that evening as her parents were planning a big graduation party for her.  As Kim gave Bud a long and passionate parting kiss she expanded her bosom slightly pressing it against his chest just to give him a thrill to hold him over till they met again the next morning.  Giving him her car keys she reminded him again. "Six AM, sharp."  And with that she scurried off to catch up with her parents.
 

        Chapter Fourteen:   An Expanding Future

        The early morning sun filtered brightly through the trees as Kim tiptoed quietly downstairs and out the front door with her bags.  Bud was at the curbside in Kim's little red convertible as planned, his bags packed as well.  Kim hoped that the long letter she had left pinned to her pillow would explain all to her family and they wouldn't be too upset at her sudden departure.  She had told them that she had at the last minute decided to take a summer job at a summer camp in another state and had to leave immediately, and thought such a sudden departure best as she didn't want to argue the matter with them, promising that she would write as soon as she was settled in.  As Kim tossed her bags into the trunk she peeked once again in the bag of cash she she had gotten from her night at the club.  The smell of all that cash brought back the excitement of that night.
        "Lets hit the road," Kim said as she hopped in the car.  And with that they sped away towards the open highway.
        "Good news", Bud said as he handed her the morning paper.
        Kim read the headlines aloud.  "Serial Killer Found Dead".  Reading the rest of the article Kim was relieved to find that as they had hoped the police were closing the book on the case and calling the death of the killer a matter of poetic justice, blaming the strange explosion that killed him on the very chemicals that he used to kill his victims.  But there were still a few things that puzzled Kim.  If the tall thin man was really who the police say he was then who was the person in the blue sedan, and what about the government agents that Dr. Roy was so sure was after him and her as well.  Kim stared at the distance and wondered.  But all that now was past. Kim turned her thoughts to what now lie ahead.  Feeling the wind blow through her hair and the warmth of the morning sun, she felt so free, more free than she had ever felt in her life.  "It's going to be a wonderful summer'" she said to Bud as she caressed his leg.  "Kim Wilson is history, from now on Amber Blossom is taking over."  And with that, Amber expanded her bosom and her top stretched tight over her bulging fullness.  Her body as well, filled and rounded out to the voluptuous shape that she so much preferred.  For the finishing touch Amber now concentrated on her hair, and within moments her dark brunette hair began to lighten and change to golden blond.  Amber's powers were still growing, and she was feeling like she could accomplish almost anything she could imagine.  Bud could hardly keep his eyes on the road as he tried to watch her metamorphosis.  Amber smiled at him and with a mere thought the bulge in his pants began to swell massively.  Bud grinned at the sensation, and then realized that his body too was changing, his shoulders broadening, and his muscles growing and bulging to a physique that any bodybuilder would be proud of.  The two of them laughed a free and easy laugh.
        "Its going to be a great summer," Amber said.  "So many cities to see, so many clubs to dance in, were gonna make a bundle of money.  It's gonna be fun."
        As they drove to their distant destination, the clouds drifted lazily across the summer sky.  They both watched a distant hot air balloon as it floated along the horizon. Amber smiled as she thought of a few more ways that she could indulge Bud's inflation fantasies.
 
 
 
 

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