_____________ The Magic Ring ---------------------- By: Johnny Swell Terri was in her first year of college. It was an exciting, wonderful new world. Gone were the dull and constraining ways of her hometown. The city she moved to was a college town, full of young vibrant people bursting with energy and a zeal for life that she had always yearned to possess. The campus was beautiful and huge. The population of the seaside university was more than that of her entire hometown! Except that these were all young people from all over the country. People with all kinds of interests and knowledge. "This is where life is," she thought. A new beginning. The town was so old it seemed the buildings were part of nature itself. Ivy vines crept along the more prestigious buildings and weeds around the lesser renowned structures. Side streets with side streets abounded, populated with all manner of curiosity and antiquated wares in tiny shops with hand painted signs. The beach lay just across the town's link with civilization, Highway A1A, also called Detroit avenue; a coastal roadway running parallel with the golden beaches of Florida from bough to stern. The town lay west of the thoroughfare, sandwiched between the Atlantic and the Bay less than two miles Westward. The town had a small year round carnival for the tourists that flowed through the town throughout the year. But the heart of Saint Myers was the University. 5400 students attended annually, as much because of the lush green surroundings as academia. Terri had only been here a week but felt as though she had been here all her life. This new life was opening up, and this place seethed with magic and a spirit all it's own. "What more could a girl want?" She asked herself more than once, "Beaches, people, the sun, youth ..." and each time she asked herself the question, a little neural itch clicked in the back of her mind. Terri had grown to be an astoundingly beautiful girl, but she had absolutely no figure whatsoever. It was not as if she had a slim or athletic figure, she literally had no figure: no breasts and no backside. She had no adipose tissue in her body. This had been a constant source of painful desire since puberty. She had lived in a town where it seemed that all the girls were overly developed except her. Maybe it just seemed that way because of the fact that she had no developement. Terri had considered plastic surgery when she turned 18, but with all the bad press on implants she was too scared to go that route. Because of this, she had developed what she felt to be an unusual fixation. Though she was not gay, she was attracted to the idea of growth. She didn't understand or question it, although she felt guilty when she first started getting little electric tingles when seeing other girls develop bigger and bigger breasts and backsides. She fantasized about having a voluptuous figure and then her fantasies progressed to scenarios where she grew huge breasts or muscles or fat. It wasn't the idea of sex as an end, but more the idea of growth and power over men who had shunned her, despite her beauty. The men that did like her were the ones who would not like her fantasies. They were the ones who liked her flat, boyish figure. She could never be happy with a man like that. All these thoughts and her inability to change her real life situation would surface, occasionally, in deep melancholies when she was alone. _____________________________________________________________ It was a Saturday at the beach, waning hours of the day, when sunlight filtered across and through the buildings to the West, and cast an orange glow over the beach and the inhabitants who were trying to meek out the last tanning rays. Terri and her friend Jessica were bundling their things to leave when a pair of boys Terri didn't recognize as being students, and who had obviously had a bit too much alcohol along with a bit too little sunscreen, approached. The one was dark haired and would have been handsome if he were 50 pounds lighter, while the other was the picture of athleticism and his deep blue eyes locked for a moment on Terri's, but as usual, quickly moved to Jessica's bosom. This was usual, but not usually this overt. The alcohol was making him less mindful than he probably would have been elsewhere. Terri couldn't really blame him. After all, Terri had originally become friends with Jessica because of her boobs. On the first day of school, Terri could not help but notice the way that the girl sitting to her left strained the XL Tshirt out and down around her voluminous tits. Terri got talking with her about various things, but really wanted to hear about how Jessica had developed those pendulous udders that hung nearly to her navel. Of course, she wouldn't say anything so crass when first meeting someone, but they really hit it off and became fast friends. They decided to take dorm assignments together and share the same room. Anyway, Terri's thoughts snapped back to the boys in front of them, to the guy who was becoming a bit rude now, with his leering visage. In a way, Terri wished it was her who got stared at with such unbridled sexual curiosity. The guy blurted out, "Gawd, they shur are, I mean you sure are perty miss..." waiting for a name, and not getting one, he continued, "We still got some beer, why don't you all come with us and party, oh, and bring your friend there too." He gestured in Terri's direction. Jessica slowly reached out and gently raised his chin so his eyes finally met hers for the first time. "Why don't you get the fuck out of here, before I get my bouncer boyfriend to kick your ass", Jessica responded. Terri thought, "I don't need this today". The drunken, and now rebuffed, would be suitor came back, "It's a shame, that you got enuff titty for you and your pancake friend there with enuff to spare, and you got to be selfish with it. Look at that low cut thing yore wearin', yure a damn tease!" And with that, the drunkards walked off. If they were any redder in the face from the encounter, their lack of effective sunblock would have cancelled out the effect. Terri and Jessica watched them depart in silence. Jessica finally looked over and muttered, "Assholes", under her breath, but the remark about her "pancake friend" had stung Terri and Jess knew it. The sun was setting now and even the die hard tanning fanatics knew when to give up the ghost. Terri and Jess had left and headed to the quiet district where there existed the kind of quaint backroom shops that held junk and priceless treasures in equal measure. The kind of stores that never seemed to close even though it seems that nobody ever buys anything. The kind of place that held a store that sold real magic to travelers and vagabonds in need. Terri always enjoyed this part of living here. This time was beautiful and filled her with a heady wonder. The air was somehow just ... right. It wasn't quite night, it was more like a dream of the day fading away. She was a dreamer. Dreams sometimes come true. The last shop they stopped in wasn't much more than a door and a hallway, and cluttered just enough to make visitors aware of their elbows lest they topple something over that they were sure they couldn't afford. There was an exceptionally old woman behind the tiny counter, seated on a low stool, and apparently either asleep or doing one hell of an impersonation of a corpse. The store was mostly gawdy jewelry and old, old trinkets that when inspected revealed old world European origins. They were also expensive. Most of the jewelry looked to be Italian silver or gold, with some Moroccan artifacts thrown in the mix. Jess was inspecting a large silver pendant while Terri locked on to a long and elegant pair of earrings. When Terri held the earrings up to her ear, she heard the shopkeeper awaken. "They're not for you, they don't complement your lines, young lady." "I'm just looking, ma'am." Terri responded. "Now your friend, ah, she makes a good choice. That pendant is very old and belonged to the daughter of the famous painter Carravaggio." Jess seemed skeptical of this. She placed it back where it was and smiling curtly, walked out. Terri started to follow when the old lady touched her hand and said: "Wait a moment, girl." Terri looked back at her and something in the old woman's eyes... It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. This woman's eyes were more like mirrors. She looked at Terri and Terri felt that this woman Knew. She knew what Terri wanted and desired and dreamed. She knew things that were better hidden, or that's how it felt to Terri. "Here child, this is a piece of the Old World. It is Italian and it is very precious. I would like to tell you a story." Terri looked out the door and saw that Jess was outside, waiting. But she couldn't leave; not just yet. "Italian women pray, girl. We pray for everything. We pray for love and for children, and for their husbands to come home to them at night. You need to pray to the moon, as Italian women have for generation upon generation, for curves, girl. You have a body that no man could want. Not a real man. You need to pray when the moon is new for to make you a Woman. You need to do this, and do not doubt me." She then slipped a high-crested ring around Terri's finger and continued, "Wear this now, and when the moon is dark, read the inscription, but NOT until the moon is new. Do you understand girl?" Terri started to draw away. "I can't afford this." "I'm not asking you to pay me." ____________________________________________________________ That night, when the girls returned to the room, Terri had a chance to inspect the gift she had been given. The ring was silver and had what looked to be a pitted and battered pearl on top. Though the stone was ugly, the setting was elegant without being gaudy, reminiscent of a blooming rose with a moon in the center. "That lady was weird, Terri." "Maybe, but I got a free ring." "Probably pewter. Look out, your finger will likely rot off in the night." "Ha...ha. Seriously, look at it though." Jessica came over and looked at it. Then her mouth dropped slightly. "Terri, that's like a ring that my aunt Sophie gave me when I was twelve. It's almost the same except mine was smaller in the center and the pearl was smooth. She told me to pray to the moon with it to make me beautiful for a good Italian man when I was older." This seemed too wierd. Way too wierd. "Where is it now?" "My aunt made me give it to my little sister when I turned eighteen. And then she's supposed to give it to her first niece or daughter when she's old enough." "Old enough for what?" "Funny, she never really said..." "Look, see the inscription, is it the same as yours?" "I don't think so, mine had a short Latin thing, this looks different." "E mastia macrostia luna e terthius, I'll have to find out what that means." "Careful, you remember what the lady told you. Didn't you say that she told you not to read it until a new moon?" She put her hands to the sides of her head in an exaggerated "Oh no!" gesture. Terri laughed. "So?" "Well, it's a full moon." "I don't think it matters. Besides, if the moon's magic, better to do it when it's visible, right?" "I guess." The girls were just getting into bed, and as Jess turned off the lights and crawled into bed, she said to Terri: "I'm sorry I made a scene at the beach, but those guys were assholes!" "It's okay, Jess. They were jerks." "I just know how sensitive you are about..." "Look, I'm okay. They looked at you like meat. (secretly wishing that it was her they ogled) It's not your fault." "Actually, they look at me like fruit. Grapefruit to be more exact. Heehe." "More like watermelons." "I guess that's appropriate. I can't help it that I did an impression of the Goodyear blimp when I was twelve. I don't regret that. But I get annoyed when girls look at me like a mutant or something. They're just jealous. Oh, I'm sorry again, I know you..." "Stop apologizing, please. I'm fine the way I am. Goodnight." And with that, they went to sleep by the light of the bright full moon. Luna cast long, soft shadows that night, and lovers somewhere relished in a barely felt magic that touched them in a dream fulfilled in the light of the moonbeams. _____________________________________________________________ The next morning Terri awoke feeling weak. Not from any real reason, but the cool morning and the comfort of the pillows was just to appealing to relinquish. She tilted her head over to see Jessica asleep in her own way, with the covers, as usual, thrown off the foot of her bed and her arms askew. She was an active sleeper. Damn Terri was jealous of that girl! In the soft morning light she admired Jessica's huge bust. The way she was laying, her right breast was stretched down in between her ribcage and her arm, filling the gap. Her left breast, because of the tilt of her body, was somewhat rounded, protruding out from her chest several inches, flowing up toward her chin. Damn it was enormous. "They must weigh 10 pounds each!" She thought. With every motion, they undulated like huge water balloons. Terri couldn't help but get aroused, even though she had no desire to fondle them. But she wished they could be hers... The moment she thought that, she was washed over by a wave of warmth that raised goose bumps all over her body. Her heart sped up and she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. Oh, it was like the feeling when she fantasized about... When the tingling in her chest began, she thought she was dreaming. This was another dream. Dreams sometimes come true. Her breathing increased in speed and she began to sweat from the heat. The old woman hadn't lied to her! Her boobs were growing, Slowly, yes, but they were getting bigger! Sitting up, she could see that they were about a B cup. To her this was huge compared to what was before. She felt exalted and immensely excited. But Terri hadn't finished growing, and she could feel the skin on her chest getting tighter. And tighter. She had made her wish less than five minutes ago, and she was at what she geussed was a C cup now. She could also see that they were growing faster. It was hard to concentrate now, she felt so incredibly ... horny. There was a little pain now that her tits grew into the DD range, and she could detect the first signs of blue veins under the skin's surface. She was becoming worried now. This was real, and it was speeding up. Her fantasies had been safe, but this was reality, and she felt helpless, but still aroused. It was hard to not completely succumb to the desire to Be More. Her breasts tore the nightshirt open at the buttons one by one as they grew faster and faster. They were each the size of basketballs now. It hit her like a truck. The woman had warned her not to read the ring until the moon was at it's weakest phase. She had read it at it's STRONGEST!!! The panic warred inside her head with the fulfilment of years of desire, and not knowing what to do, she called out for Jessica. Her huge bosom inflated like a pair of beach balls connected to an air compressor, a strong one. Her heart raced and the beat was an echo in her head, but the warmth was SO wonderful. Jessica awoke to a sight that took more than 10 seconds to register. She looked and tried to make sense of what she was seeing, but just couldn't. Her flat chested roomate now had boobs the size of beanbag chairs that hung halfway down her thigh and they seemed to be growing! What the fuck was this! The growth was phenomenal. The magic worked faster and with each breath the young coed's bustline increased larger and larger. Each breast looked like a weather balloon. It looked almost cartoonish to Jessica, who was beginning to fear her friend was going to explode! It seemed impossible, but they were inflating still, deep veins visible crisscrossing the surface just under her skin. "How could she stretch like this? How big will she get? ' thought Jessica. And all the while Terri swelled up like nothing she could think of to compare to. By now, Terri was lost in a strange rapture, and was bucking back and forth spasmodically, her eyes rolled up into her head. She could feel herself inflate, she felt like she was about to explode! The pleasure waves brought her to orgasm once, then again and again, and still she grew bigger, bigger, BIGGER!!! She fell back, unable to support the weight hanging from her chest. She could see Jess standing up, dumbfounded. "What the hell's happening Terri!!!" " I... Uhhh! Don't know, but it OHH!!!! has to do with the RING OHHH!!!!" " Oh God, it's true!" "How, when will this stop, Jess! Help Meeeeeeee!!!" By now each of her breasts was bigger than Terri's body, she was completely immobile, and she was trying to concentrate on how to stop this. She was sitting at the head of the bed with her immense bust resting in front of her, almost past her toes. She could feel the waves of pleasure subsiding and see the growth slowing but, Oh how could she live like this! The growth stopped and Terri's head cleared. Jessica relaxed some, but that really wasn't significant considering the state she was in. "It's stopped, Jess." Terri said almost breathlessly. "Shit, you're HUGE!!! What the hell are we going to do?" "Well, I obviously ain't going anywhere! Go get that woman from the shop, she made this happen, she can... " Terri realized that she didn't really want this fixed, but if she could control it... "I'll be back as soon as I can!" and with that Jess ran threw on a long shirt and ran out to her moped. "But," Terri didn't know what was going on, but she knew that however bizarre this was, a big part of her was excited by this. She leaned forward, but couldn't even reach her own nipples, but she could feel them. She knew that they were as big as golf balls and her areolae must have been the size of trash can lids! Things were weird, but she would just have to relax and wait for Jess to return with the old lady. For now she experimented by pushing on the surface of the immense surface in front of her and giggling with pleasure as she watched her own bust ripple and undulate before her. No woman had ever been this big, she thought. She wondered what would happen next, but for now, she was content to pick up the remote and wait, and of course cover herself. She pulled a frilly sheet around her behemoths and turned on the tv. She soon fell asleep and began to dream of bigger things... _____________________________________________________________ This concludes part two of Terri's story. 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