MYRA Old witch Ursa busily stirred her caldron as she plopped ingrediant after weird ingrediant into the mixture. The small colored lines of paint on the hourglass let her know when it was time to add the next portion. She had to get this right, down to the second, in order for her to cure her cold that had been plageing her for weeks. Of all the things she could do with her magic, colds were the toughest thing to beat. As she came down to the last, and more import-antly, only remaining purple mushroom withing 100 miles of her place, she stood ready over the pot, waiting for the sand to drop into the line. Just as it reached the line, a loud noise outside her window startled her, making her drop the muchroom on the floor. She scrambled to pick it up and threw it into the pot, but no puff of victory smoke came from the mixture...she had been too late. Furious, she ran to the window to see what had distracted her. A young boy and girl, about 12 years old each, were sitting in the street. As she watched them, the little girl sneezed again, proving her to be the noise source. She wiped her hands off on her pretty little yellow dress and continued to play with the boy and his little dog. Being old and crotchety, she hated anythine beautiful, so she decided to punish this little one for interrupting her potion. As her mind concocked evil schemes, she overheard the girl begin to fight with the boy, who had appearantly tried to kiss her. "I don't care," the little girl said, "I don't want boy's touching me. I think that it's icky." The witch then got an idea. Suppose she were to make this little girl so appealing to men that they couldn't control them selves around her. That should upset her, she thought, but first she'd need to have a figure. Standing only 4' tall, it would be tough for her to cast a spell that powerful. It would be easier if the girl looked more like a woman, then men only need a little push inorder to get going, she remembered from her spell book. Turning the pages quickly, she found a spell that would do the trick. flinging her windows open wide, she centered her thoughts on the girl as she prepared her blowdart. As she poured concoction after concoction into the little bowl, she said the words, "Thoust sneeze become diesese, double your size on the chest that breathes, and age a year for each one you hear." She dipped the dart into the potion, aimed it at the girl, and fired. The girl yelped as the dart hit her in the leg, and she quickly brushed away the dart, thinking it was a bug. The old witch shut her shutters and chuckled to herself. That oughta do it, she thought. By the time I get back from finding another mushroom, she oughtta be a knockout. Then I can cast the Rape Me spell on her. And just incase it takes me too long, she remembered, I believe I made sure that she stopped aging at 18. Too bad her mind won't age with her. She smiled, packed her bags, and headed off into the woods. Myra sat further away from Gyrick now. She didn't like what he had just done one bit. Her mother had always been strict about her playing with boys and she was now convinced that boys only wanted one thing from her. What that one thing was, she didn't know, but Gyrick had just done one of the forbidden things, so she was now weary. "Myra, why art thou so frightened? Twas just a little peck. I've given them to many lovely girls." "Then you can just find thou another pretty girl to do it with anon," said Myra, combing her fire-red locks. "I'll have nothing to do with iiitaaacchoooo!!" sneezed Myra. As soon as her head snapped back from the sneeze, she felt a jolt inside her stomach. Her head felt woozy and then she felt the girtle her mother insisted she wear begin to feel very tight. Her shoes as well began to get snug as well as the dress she was wearing. In a moment, her head cleared. Startled a bit, she stood up to go home. Gyrick stood as well to follow her, and as she turned around to tell him to stay, she noticed right off that she was now taller then him, by a good 3 inches. Gyrick, being the dullard he was, didn't notice anything and just stood there, wondering why she was turning white. Myra yelled at him to go home and she turned around for home. Her new shoes, made from fine leather, split on the walk home, and she walked barefoot now on the warm earth. Her head spun as she tried to fathom why she seemed to be a bit taller. She also noticed that her corset was tighter then usual, but paid it no mind at this point. As she entered the house, her mother turned to her. "Have ye done your chores, girl?" her mother's stern eyes starting her down. "And what happened to ye shoes?" At the sight of the ripped shoes, her mother went into a tyrade and threw Myra into her room, locking the door behind her. Myra had tried to plead with her, trying to explain the strage thing that she felt, but her mother would hear none of it. Myra flung herself to the bed and cried herself to sleep. Hours later, Myra was awoken by a tickleing sensation under her nose. She awoke to find the neighbor's cat had wandered into her room through the little window above her bed. Myra grabbed the cat and threw it out the window, watching it scampper away quickly from her rude treatment. She hated cats.. they made her...ACHOO!! Again Myra's head went fuzzy after the sneeze. She propped herself against her bedpost, waiting for it to clear. Through the haze she could feel that strange feeling again, her corset and dress feeling tighter, and she could swear her hands were sliding away from her a bit. Just as she began to felt the haze clear, she sneezed again. Cat hairs were on her dress, making her allergies go hay-wire. This time, she knew somthing was wrong. In mear seconds, her corset became painful to her. The shoulders on her dress ripped and the underarm fabric began to split down her sides. The floor got a little further away from her and as she looked down, her feet were noticablly bigger too. Her head cleared, and she looked into the mirror. Her little yellow dress only fit her around the waist now, her hips and shoulders had become too big and had teared the fabric. Her corset looked different as well, and as she looked down, she was shocked. Her non-exsistant breasts were now the size of oranges! The corset's strings down the middle were being streached apart each time she inhaled, and her breasts were being held up by her too tight appearal. She quickly undid her dress and looked at her figure in the mirrow as she did so. She had to be 5' tall now! Her hips were much fuller, and her legs seemed thinner too. Her figure reminded her of Shana, the bar wench that every man whispered about it corners. She turned sideways and saw that she was really curvy now, but her amazement was quickly stemmed by the knowledge that she didn't know what was causing this. Myra began to get frightened again and decided to tell her mother. She got an old play dress that her Granny Faun had given her last year, which was still way too big for her, and went for the door. Locked. She yelled for her mother, but got no answer. As she breathed in deep to yell loudly, she sneezed again. Again she felt the sensations, and this time she felt herself growing even taller. Her corset snapped and flew away inside her dress, and she began to feel her chest stretching as well. She looked down, and sure enough, the fabric of the dress looked as if a bubble was inflating in them. She ran back to the mirror. She was now 5'3"!!! She really became concerned now, almost crying. She'd figured out what was causing the growth, but not why it was happening. Hysterical, she ran to the door and pounded on it. Crying and wailing, she hit the door with much more stregnth then she had ever felt her arms posess. But all it did was make her arms sore and her lungs hoarse. As she sat down and breathed heavy, she realized that she had to do something. The cat hair in the room was really making her want to sneeze, and it was all she could do to stop them from coming. Last time that cat had gotten in there, it took her an hour to quit sneezing, and that was when she'd gotten out of the room. She she sat there, she stared at her new figure. Her chest was the size of grapefruit now, and as she looked at them, she wondered why men liked these things. She though they were silly. She proded herself, and a wave of pleasure ran through her, startleing her. The shock made her loose control and out exploded another sneeze, followed directly by two more. She jammed her face into her hands to stop the onslaught of sneezes, and sat still. She felt a rumbling inside her and she knew it was happening again. Putting her hands over her breast to hopefully stop them from growing, she felt a surge of pressure release inside her and she again became woozy, this time passing out. When she came too, the dress had become a perfect fit on her, height-wise. She had to be about 5'9" tall now, she figured. Granny Faun was a tall women...one of the tallest Myra had known. But her chest had not thought the dress was a good fit. The sliky fabric was drawn tightly across her chest now, so tightly that she could see the outline of her nipples in the mirror. Unaccustommed to having melon-sized weights on her chest, she had to get used to walking again. Her breasts jiggled a lot as she stumbled around, effecting her concentration. The material of her dress was rubbing against her nipples, making them hard as little stones. Not used to this feeling as well, Myra decided that she's better do something before something else happened. Opening her window, she climbed awkwardly out onto the ledge and let herself down the side of the house. Her mother forbode her to do such an act after catching her the first time, but now was different. On the street, men were staring at her. She had no problems noticing it, cause the women were doing so as well. Frighten, she kept walking, not being able to think of what to do. Gyrick came running past her and she yelled out to him. He turned and looked at her, but didn't recognize her. "Gyrick, it's me...Myra." "I don't know you, ma'am. You must be thinking I'm another boy." "No...it's me...Myra Williamson. You kissed me today, remember?" Gyrick went white and began screaming. Passerby's saw this and slowly began walking that direction. Myra got scared and ran off into the alleyways. She had a tough time of it, due to the fact she was having to keep her left arm over her bouncing breasts to keep them from making her lose her balance. She came to stop outside the back of an inn, catching her breath. It was now dark, and she's had little to eat or drink that day. Walking in the back entrance, she ran into a guardsman with a full tankard of ale, spilling it all over herself and him. "Hey wench!! Watch where you're....." The man stared at the now wet white dress of the red-headed goddess in front of him, able to see barely the outline of the biggest breasts he'd even seen. "Forgive me, m'lady. I've had too much ale this eve and my tounge is bedeviled. I'm sorry about bumping into you." "Ummmm...ok." said Myra, finding it funny that she was now as tall as the guardsmen who she used to be so afraid of. "But I got my dress.." Myra looked down and was able to see her breasts through the soaking material of the dress and she covered herself. "I gotta go." "NO no, m'lady. I wouldn't hear of it. You'll come to my room and allow me the pleasure of washing that dress for you." "I don't know, sir..." she mumbled. She really wanted to get away. "and I'll treat you to this inn's finest meal." Hunger now took over and Myra accepted. She followed him up to his room, making the entire place fall hush as she walked through it. The ladies around the room looked meanly at her, she thought. I wonder why? They entered his room and he pointed to a partition in which she could undress while he got her some of his trousers and a big sweater. She put these on, not liking that she was wearing boy's clothes, and handed over her dress. The man intructed his serf to have it washed and back in two days. Days? she thought. Why days? It only took her mother one day to wash. She came around from the partition and noticed that the man was getting undressed. He was stocky, but handsome, and his gote made him look a triffle mean. She came around and his eyes lit up. "ahh..now...what to do while my boy is attending to your needs." "Dinner?" Myra asked, her stomache still rumbling. "Well now, first things first" chuckled the man and he walked towards Myra and placed his strong hands against her breasts. Myra pulled away, half scared, half stunned by the pleasure that shot thru her when he did that. The man just smiled and closed the distance again, doing the same thing. Myra knew that what he was doing was right up there with the ultimate forbidden things, but this time she let him do it a bit longer before coming to her senses. She also noticed that her privates were tingling and were getting moist, and she wondered if this is what happened to people that went without food for too long. She ran into the bed backing up and fell flat on her back into the soft cusiony surface. The man, taking this as a sign of submittance, ran quickly to the side of his bed and pulled out his robe belt, tying it to the bed frame, then to her hands. Before she knew it, Myra was bound to the bed Myra wasn't scared, she'd played thief and knight many times with Gyrick, but something about the man's eyes were different then his had been. As she watched in horror, the man took off the rest of his clothes and stood there naked before her. She's seen Gyrick once before, on that really hot summer day at the pond, but this man's thing was a lot bigger, and it was sticking out. Myra began to get worried as the man started to crawl on top of her, kissing her everywhere. When he got to her privates and kissed the pants there, she let out a scream. She now knew what was happening...the man wanted to do the ultimate thing...the thing that her mother said would cause her to go blind. She began to kick and scream, trying to get loose, but the man just smiled and started sliding her shirt up over her head, letting it rest below her elbows. Myra looked down and saw him sit on his stomache, his eyes glued to the large mounds of flesh on her chest. He began rubbing them roughly, pulling on them hard and twisting them. Myra yelled, half from fear and half form the unknown pleasure this was causing her. The rougher the man got, the better it felt. Myra continued to scream, only turning the man on more. He then placed his dick between her breasts and began pumping them. She felt his hot thing sliding up and down in between her boobs, making them tingle like crazy, but she didn't know how to feel. She just started screaming again, letting her insides deside what kind of scream to do. Just then, she sneezed again. He head didn't go woozy this time, and her whole body didn't feel funny , but her breasts did. She thought that maybe it was the man doing what he was doing to her, but that stopped when he let out a yelp. They both watched as her breasts began to quickly swell up, growing to half their size in a matter of seconds. The man's dick, still inbetween her chest, was now lost in a pair of mounds that were the size of a ripe watermellon,each. Myra felt them stretch ing when they grew, and let out a scream. It felt like they were going to explode until they stopped. Both of them sat quietly for a second, and the man just stared at her. Myra began to explain that this happened each time she sneezed and the man just nodded. He had seen them just blow up. Myra began to feel her nose tingle again, and she told the man that his sweater was making her sneeze, that it must of had the hair of a horse of something on it. The man's eyes narrowed as he thought of something, then he moved his hands up to the sweater and ripped off a piece of the bottom of it, making a gag that he placed in her mouth. Myra's eyes began to well up as the hair in the piece of cloth tickled her nose and the back of her throat. She felt an attack coming on, but she couldn't reach her mouth to stop it. She sneezed, the gag not wanting to leave her mouth. And again, and again, and again, and again, until the gag fell out after the sixth concecutive sneeze. The man, sitting on her stomache, was holding her breasts together on his dick, waiting for them to start growing again. Myra felt the rumbleing inside her again, this time it was not stopping at a little rumble. She felt the pressure in her stomache increase until she thought her belly would burst, they in a flash the pressure streamed up her front and into her breasts "Oh my dear lord and master" gasped the man as he felt Myra's boobs begin to inflate increadibly fast in his hands. He started pumping her, feeling the tits press against his dick tighter and tighter as they enlarged. "ouch..ouch...They're getting bigger." cryied Myra as she felt her skin stretch from her once tiny form. She could feel the liquid inside her gushing into her breasts, making them inflate a foot every two seconds. Soon the man was being pushed back by her enlarging mammeries, and he opted to jump on top of them and continue his tit-fuck of the century. Myra watched as the man swelled from sight, but she could still feel him banging into her. "Sire.....they're going to explode!!!" shrieked Myra as her chest inflated faster. Then they stopped, unexpectadly. Myra caught her breath and noticed that her breasts now stretched out to her elbows and down to her knees, jutting two feet into the air. The man, unstopped by all the was going on, finally came into the cleavege of Myra's huge tits, sending a warm sentation down the crack of her boobs. He jumped down and looked happily at Myra, his eyes light by a evil fire inside. "I'm going to see to it that you never leave this room, honey. I don't think my aunt, the witch in these part, would like it if others knew one of her curses had gone wrong again. But don't ye fear. She should be back from her quest in about...oh...two weeks or so." Myra began to cry as the man laughed out loud. She was now doomed to be this man's fuck-slave until the return of some witch. She knew, deep down, that this was all the fault of Gyrick kissing her too, somehow or other. She wouldn't ever kiss a man after this was over, ever again.